Trent "Lightning" Blade

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Name: Trent Blade.
 
Nickname: Lightning, since he’s really good at riding his bike really fast. Beast, for how savage he can be.
 
Age: 22.
 
Height: 6’3”
 
Build: Slim, toned.
 
Species: Human.
 
Family: None that he knows of.
 
Occupation: Whatever pays.
 
Personality: Dangerous, thrill-seeking, lives on the edge. Reckless, without a single care in the world. Seems to only really be alive when facing the risk of death. Youthful, energetic, but also a complete asshole. Arrogant, with a constant “come at me” attitude. Very passionate about the things he’s interested in. Perhaps the only redeeming factor he has is that once he cares, he cares with all he has. But he’s yet to find someone new to put his all into, be it a mate or a lover. Has absolutely no morals, theft and other such crimes are nature to him. Death, murder, all of that is something he just grew used to, hardened against. He can't bring himself to believe that society is even remotely good, thus he's what most people call an anarchist. When he steals, he only does so from whatever is provided by big corporations, and simply says he's taking back what's his. In many ways, he's a lost soul, an outcast. And there's probably no saving him.
 
Biography: Growing up orphaned leaves its mark. This man knew no father or mother, or even a figure for either. After living most of his life in an orphanage, figuring everything life threw at him on his own, finding the will to live all by himself, he became a bitter warrior. Life threw so much at him, and each time, he chsoe to stand back up. Sure, he may have been broken a few times, lost a few really close people, but he kept on going. Those rare individuals he had in his life; he knows they would have wanted him to keep going, keep moving forward. Perhaps that was what glued his attention onto his most favourite thing: motorcycles. Every time something is wrong or something brings him down, the open road is his territory. The one other thing that he leans on is music, which he loves from the bottom of his jaded, scarred, cold heart. After earning money from under the table and finding a way to survive on his own, he constantly grew more and more emotionally and socially distant; isolated. He’s alone, and he seems like he wants to keep it that way. But does he really? Or has he forgotten what it was like to have someone who caused your heart to truly beat?
 
Marital Status: Single.
 
Sexual orientation: Let’s say… Flexible.
 
Likes: Bikes, music, technology, art.
 
Dislikes: Humanity, society, giving up.

Combat:
 
Weapons: Whatever he can get his hands on.
 
Abilities: Other than physical combat, parkour; etc, nothing much really.

Bike:

Helmet: (hand drawn)

Maxmius Sirius

Appearance:

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Name: Maximus Sirius.

Nickname: Max.

Age: 68, but appears to be 23-24.

Height: 5'6''

Build: Slim, flexible, strong as steel.

Species: Animal shapeshifter; snake.

Family: None living/known of. 

Occupation: Shapeshifter mafia member.

Rank/Role: Head of Production.

Personality: When he's well rested and well fed, he becomes charming, interesting to talk with and fun to be around. Sly as a snake, as is his nature, cunning and smooth. Can be a real sweet talker, to a nearly hypnotic extent. But, as he's constantly trying to come up with new ideas, he's often distracted and busy. Once he's hooked on an invention of his, he pursues it passionately, going into tunnel-vision and going at it for days on end, without sleep, food, anything. That's why sometimes going into his laboratory is a bad idea. He just... Stinks. Like a snake in need of a bath. Once he's sleep deprived and beginning to starve, he becomes overactive, erratic, speaks so fast he's hard to understand, experiences insane mood swings, bad-tempered, aggressive and maybe even anxious. Once he's in one of his trances, unless someone makes him take care of himself, he won't do any basic life things. He's full of passion, easily inspired, creative and intelligent. Generally he's emotionally blocked off and reserved, as an incident in his past caused him to close off from everyone, especially from any kind of love. With his snake nature, he has serious trust issues, is self-sufficient and hates asking for help, and enjoys fucking with people and deceiving them just a little too much. He has a hard time with not lying, mostly to save his own arse, to stir chaos or to amuse himself.

Biography: 

Born out of an egg as a serpent, he came out a beautiful, San Fransisco Garter Snake-like species, although unlike the typical snake he resembled, he was venomous. Once he was able to turn into his human form, he found he had long fangs he could use to bite into humans and poison them. His venom turned out to be a brutal hemotoxin, causing his victims' red blood cells to be destroyed, corrupting the clotting process and making them bleed from every orifice until death. He turned out to enjoy the bleeding part of his 'food kills' a little too much. Born into a group of snakes that trained their kids from a very young age, he was introduced to physical fitness, combat and weapon training. Of course, his blood family died a long time ago. Technically, he is an orphan, and his line might end with him, as he had faced an incident that caused him to swear off love.

When he turned seventeen, he met a beautiful mistress of serpents, with hair the colour of jet, golden-green eyes and lips that were eternally purple-black, due to the neurotoxin she was born with. He fell in love with her hard, but it was not fast. It took them time, but she enchanted him. He truly loved her–Oleander Nightshade–with all he had, and they grew closer and closer over the years, until they could never imagine parting. But... With the way things were in their city, once she was discovered as a circus performer whose identity was that of an animal shapeshifter, she was tracked down and killed right in the middle of her routine. Ever since that day, stricken with grief and rage, Max closed off emotionally and swore off attachments. The mere thought of it terrifies him and brings back unwanted flashbacks of her death, which is why he avoids thinking about it most of the time.

Filled with hatred for the human race, Max began to search for something, anything, before he simply went on a massacre with the ending of suicide. He came across the Shapeshifter mafia, led by a man named Bear, and did the work he needed to until he found his way there. With his charm and abilities, skills in creating things, his understanding of chemistry, the unbelievable drugs he invented, as well as all kinds of technology, weaponry, etc, it was not hard for him to acquire the position of Head of Production. With how he is, he could easily drive his Underboss mad. In fact, if it weren't for his underboss, he might be dead, as he would forget to eat, sleep, etc. He might hate people and prefer the way of the loner, but without someone looking out for him, his death is not that far off.

The reason why he knew what he knew, however, was that after his training, and growing physically stronger, his boredom's only cure was learning and knowledge. And, being a hands-on kind of person, he experimented a lot, and fell in love with chemistry and the way it seemed to manipulate the very basic structures of reality. He's also one for art, beauty, nature, pleasure, but he keeps that to himself. He has to keep up the intimidating image he built up for himself. Unless someone somehow manages to bring his walls down and get to know him for who he really is as a person, there will always be much left to discover about him. Only time will tell.

Combat: 

Weapons: Varies, based on whatever's 'new' in the current month/week.

Range: Varies.

Abilities: Snake stuff.

Magic: Shapeshifting.

Argent and Obsidian

Appearance:

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Name: Dark side: Argent

Light side: Obsidian.

Nickname: Dark side: Never had friends to give him a nickname.

Light side: Dan.

Age: 26.

Height: 5'6".

Build: Slim, somewhat strong.

Species: Human.

Rank: N/A

Family: Adopted by a wizard.

Occupation: Dark side: Mercenary, scholar, gypsy/wanderer.

Light side: Scavenger, healer.

Personality: Dark side: Harsh, ruthless, rough, almost crass, even. He doesn't really care for politesse, as the part of him that's supposed to care doesn't exist. Instead, he's awfully blunt and painfully honest. He hates bullshit and never beats around the bush. When people get screwy with him, he isn't one to refrain from using his fists. He's basically completely lacking in social skills, and there's much to life; the subtler things, connections to people, the values of life and friendship, all lost on him. He's creepy, intimidating, untrustworthy, irresponsible, does whatever the fuck he wants, whenever he wants to, never takes orders and never does something he's told he has to do. He's dangerous beyond what is normal for one person, and he has no filter whatsoever. He can be machine-like, and he often relies on logic to make sense of things because otherwise he can't understand it. Most of the time, he really just can't be bothered.

Light side: Gentle, calm, quiet, however often miserable, even if he hides it well. He seems at peace most of the time, and when he laughs or smiles it's full of hidden sadness, but people who don't know him don't see it. He has an air of wisdom, even though it's just an illusion, as with his existence, it's hard to learn from experiences and become bitter or jaded or cynical. He's open to getting hurt because of this. He appreciates the value of relationships but he's bad at keeping them. He often gives more than he gets, and he's frequently exhausted because of that. He doesn't know to shut himself away from people because, again, he doesn't know better. He just kind of goes with the flow. That fire, that spark to him just seems to be... Gone. Almost stolen.

Biography: A long time ago, in magical lands split by the common divide of darkness and light, there was a little boy that was witness to the murder of his own parents. At the fickle age of four, he stood, small and scrawny due to malnutrition–not his parents' fault, mind you, they worked hard, they just lacked the money to properly feed him–and watched as two men took the life of his father, followed by his mother. They came after him to collect a debt he owed, but he lacked the money to pay them back. The boy was well hidden, so they left without harming him. As the next day came, a great wizard, known as Aldred the Balanced, had been drawn to the negative energy and emotional distress, as well as subconscious telepathic cries for help that his instincts generated, as he was a gifted child. He went into the house and almost threw up at the sight and smell of carnage. Finally, he found the boy and brought him back to his home. He did everything he could to make him feel better, but soon enough, the boy seemed to have successfully suppressed the events. He grew up with the wizard, who raised him like a father. They were pretty close, and he taught him everything he knows. He encouraged him to read and always left him with two basic laws of life: Always strive to be different and never forget that knowledge can always help you.

The wizard, however, had a younger brother, Yael, who hated him because he was always better than him at what they were born to do. Their family came from a group, a sort of tribe of magicians, who were focused on nature and on creating a balance between light and dark magic. As you can imagine, they were branded as insane, heretics, and cast out. After a long period of time they became legend, scary bedtime stories parents use to terrify their kids into doing what they're supposed to. But, of course, they were as real as everyone else.

Years drag on, and Yael, jealous and bitter and obsessed, finally grown stronger and having learned a forbidden spell from a forgotten book he stumbled upon during his travels; his long search for something to destroy his older brother with, a book of dark, horrible spells that was buried far away from humanity to avoid any more trouble, came back. This book was what caused mishaps to people, even brought on plagues and pestilence to lands a long time ago. It grants its user great power, power no one should have. It was once the tool of a necromancer who almost wiped out all living humans and enslaved all dying things. He was buried with it, far off from the world of the great kingdoms, at the edges of a dying sea where the sand is black and nothing grows.

He learned one particular spell that was worst of all.

When he finally found his older brother's home that fateful night, using his dark magic minions to locate Aldred using his essence, which he had been gifted when the two were younger, in a crystal locket, just to keep him safe. He kept it because despite everything, he still secretly hoped to have a family. Until power consumed his mind.

So he finds the cozy little shack and knocks on the door. His brother opens it, and they begin talking.

"Hello, brother," but that's all. Before anything, Yael starts to attack. The older one, being the brother he was, only defends himself against it and refuses to attack back. So much so that his apprentice, basically his son, can't take it anymore, and jumps in front of his father to save him from the worst curse of all.

Once it hits him, he blacks out. The next day, when he wakes up... There's two of him.

Yael had successfully split his being in half, completely destroying the balance he was trying to achieve between his light and dark sides. He has one extremely evil dark side and one very good light side. The two part ways because they can't work together, especially since the dark one blames his father for this and attacks him. The light side thinks he succeeded in killing him and runs away, to one of the great kingdoms in the Convergence, where they all meet. They're closed off from each other, but they're not at war with each other.

Years later, the dark one walks alone, trying to find his other half, so they can become one again. They both ache for something, and it's obvious. Nothing is ever enough. They need to merge once more to ever feel whole again.

Likes: Dark side: Death, killing (it's one of the most intense things that could happen to anyone, so he seeks it out because otherwise he can't feel anything and it kills him to be so dead), violence, adrenaline-fuelled rage (the closest he could ever get to true anger), knowledge, learning new spells, finding new things in the world.

Light side: Music, poetry, medicine, happiness, making others smile, peace, nature, life.

Dislikes: Dark side: Happy people, light wizards, Yael, The Way of Balance magical tradition.

Light side: Fear, emotional distress, overwhelmingly dark emotions, emptiness, loneliness, danger (it causes him to become almost completely afraid), discord between people around him, yelling, things that remind him of his father.

Combat:

Weapons: Dark side: A sharp, black blade dagger, which he uses to achieve his stealth kills. Sometimes, in battle, he uses a scythe that he has to conjure up.

Light side: Double swords and throwing knives.

Range: Dark side: Long, mid, short.

Light side: Long, mid, short.

Mode: Dark side: Stealthy, sly.

Light side: Honourable, open to attacks.

Abilities: Dark side: Poison (crafting and magically made), conjured spiders and scorpions and snakes, shadow manipulation.

Light side: Healing, conjuring of messenger birds, lions, tigers and butterflies. Herb specialist.

Magic: Dark side: Fire and air for his elements.

Light side: Air and ice/snow.

Weaknesses: Dark side: Light.

Light side: Darkness.

Dr. Silverinth Ryker

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Name: Dr. Silverinth Ryker

Nickname: Dr. Silver, SR.

Age: Unknown, but most likely in the hundreds (think 200+. Welcome to the future!)

Height: 6'2".

Build: Healthy, slim, slightly muscular (thanks to artificial enhancements available to everyone, but better ones created by and solely for him).

Species: Human...?

Rank: Wanted Criminal.

Family: Deceased. (Has twins hidden away somewhere safe that he never sees anymore so as not to endanger them).

Occupation: Ex-government researcher, currently 'mad/evil' scientist.

Personality: Firm, obsessive, rational and a little derisive. Slightly narcissistic, superficially sociopathic, strong and outspoken. This man is a scientist through and through, with no room for unnecessary fancy, a despise for random and sudden changes that abrupt his carefully crafted life and routines, with a tendency to get really angry if someone interrupts his morning habits or stops him from finishing an experiment. He works tirelessly until he collapses due to lack of food, water and rest. When he rises again after about two days' rest, he goes back to being an inventing machine. He seems like he was never sentimental, but don't let his current robotic state fool you.

Biography: Once, this man was a simple family man, happily married to an average girl who, in his eyes, held the stars within hers. He was fully in love with her simplicity, her true down to earth personality, the way she cared about him and only about him, often doing small but sweet things just to reinforce her love for him in both their minds, but despite her never having been overly passionate, except for a few occasions, such as the night they conceived their twin daughter and son, he knew she always loved him and always valued him more than anything or anyone else. They lived in a big two level flat in one of the best, however not expensive, skyscraper condos in the city. He was a metro train worker, making just about the right amount of money for a middle class life, with extra pleasures here and there when they both saved up. She was a journalist and a photographer.

When the babies came, they grew even closer, but that was the time when the government had their eye on him. There was a natural knack to his abilities, his understanding of the trains he often repaired despite only being a schedule manager and information counter person, so they wanted him. When the twins were both six months old, they and their mother were kidnapped by Quantals. The government Superiors contacted him while he was at work, and following their instructions, he reached the outskirts of Coronesvia city, one city away from Laevia, where a Quantal in a hover car took him to the HQ's and inside, to make him watch his kids and wife suffer without food, water or any basic human needs, while they asked him if he would join them or not. He kept saying no until they killed his wife, right in front of him. His kids were next, but he finally caved in when they were about to kill them. They released him, got him familiarised with the labs, began injecting him with gene-altering serums, until he was finally the scientist they wanted. However, before they could imprison him 'for life', he helped the infants escape by contacting someone from the outside world, someone he had found a long time ago when she was just a kid and took her into his home as if she was his own daughter. A girl named Alexia, by then grown up enough to be of aid. She took the kids and gave them to his best friend, who took them away to safety.

The thing is, the children were broken. They witnessed their mother's death as such young things, and it was imprinted in their minds. They were institutionalised once they reached the age of four, but not much is known about them after that.

As for their father, he worked for the company for about sixty seven years (ageing works differently in the future), before he managed another escape, this time himself, aided by Alexia once more, and the two ran away and found a new home for themselves, where he worked away in a personal lab ever since.

Likes: Coffee, newspapers, anything worn as aid for the eyes, pocket watches, blackholes, old stories, immortality, winning, routine.

Dislikes: Randomness, interruptions, spontaneity, shyness on the part of others, the government, romance, overly passionate people of both genders, celebrities of his time.

Combat:

Weapons: Shock shell pistols, laser guns, electricity rifles.

Range: Long and close (stabby close).

Mode: Regular combat, firearms, instinctive.

Abilities: Some punches and restraints, but mostly he utilises weapons.

Magic: None.

Kai Karsten

Appearance:

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Name: Kai Karsten

Nickname: K.

Age: 26

Height: 6'4".

Build: Slim, almost scrawny (yes, unlike in the picture).

Species: Human.

Family: None known of.

Occupation: Research scientist.

Personality: Kai is a slightly aggressive, dominant personality. He's a natural leader, thus when he does something, people just seem to follow. He usually takes charge of things and doesn't sit around, waiting for something to happen. He's inquisitive, curious, energetic and driven, filled with ambition and determination. He always seems to be on the move, although despite all that, once he wants to take a step back and retreat from the world, no one can find him. People only know him as this intimidating, perhaps a little eccentric person, but no one actually knows much about him. He's often described as mysterious because of that. He's also a flirt, but only when he's in a good mood, which is rare. He tends to be calm, collected and reserved, however he can randomly snap, and he can really be moody, which makes him very unpredictable.

Biography: Not much is really known about him. A lot of people assume he went through a horrible tragedy that should have killed him, but he survived it, which is why he's so... Off. And they could be right.

Combat: [TBA]

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Matrix Kyma

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Name: Matrix Kyma

Nicknames: Matri, Rix.

Age: Because of how much he fucked up his own quantum existence, his age is very hard to determine.

Gender: Male.

Orientation: Asexual.

Marital Status: Single.

Height: 6'4".

Build: Slim but well toned.

Species: Superhuman/Quantal [Quanta Sapien]

Rank: Ex-Quantal, Wanted Criminal.

Family: ?

Occupation: Tinkerer on his own time.

Personality: Again, due to how much he fucked with his own quantum existence, he's become a little... Unstable. He's often distracted, and it's really hard to get his attention. He's usually quiet, but that's because he's nearly always taking in quantum data and absorbing information about his surroundings. He's been described as eccentric, annoyingly illusive, simply weird, and due to his lack of understanding of human behaviour and social constructs, awkward and even rude, although he doesn't mean to be rude; he doesn't know better. He's not exactly the most trustworthy, but he doesn't find that to be a problem, as he doesn't really trust anyone. He's solitary and avoids people most of the time, mainly because they're confusing, exhausting and could very likely be after his head.

Biography: 

Born into a world of insane technological advances and an odd focus on everything other than what allowed such contraptions to exist, he found himself surrounded by ambiguities and contradictions at a very early age. When one is born to a genealogical line of those of heightened awareness, they easily become in touch with the universe. Thus, he tried to find something, anything, to explain what he experienced, what he felt, his innate connection to his surroundings.

One night surfing the surprisingly still-living Deep Web at the fickle age of five, his prodigal skills in the field he did not know the name of yet, brought him to a word he had never once heard before. A term wiped from the dictionary, a forbidden noun.

Science.

The very word itself released a torrent of a heightened sense of ecstasy, a rush of esotericism brought on by the melodic hissing of the letters that were created through such a magnificent collection of… Symbols. Random symbols associated with sounds by man centuries–millennia ago, and yet they were capable of greatness, of catching the young lad’s breath in his throat.

The holograms reflected off his obsidian irises, giving a blue tone to his pale features, drawing him in, the most alluring types of information filling his mind at such speeds he had not known he was capable of achieving. Exactly like an amazingly advanced quantum computer, his mind absorbed data and stored it within the fractions of the most accurate form of a second; the vibrations between the nucleus and the lone, outermost electron of the atom of Caesium, the time elapsed between every 9,192, 631,770 cycle of transitions.

Yes, his brain was fast.

Which was why he was targeted by the government.

Lured in by promises of “achieving a higher existence for a greater cause”, the promise of all the scientific knowledge he could ever ask for, he willingly went with the men in black Elifanzium suits, without a single clue that he was being turned into a mere tool for them to keep their knowledge contained within the higher circles of those in charge.

Subjected to severe, agonising, excruciating pain at a very young age, the boy had become jaded, losing his sanity without much of a struggle. He was truly the perfect subject, sustaining incredible amounts of suffering before he even neared the dark edges of unconsciousness. His mutations went successfully after months of such subjugation to turmoil, giving him access to natural stem cell creation and turning his perception into something much… Much more.

It was rare but accomplishable. His vision, enhanced to degrees beyond comprehension, could see what had been previously impossible to observe. The quantum world opened up before him without much resistance, and suddenly… He knew everything.

His eyes had lost their dark colour then, turning into that bright, luminescent opal blue they were now. He was trained to become a biological weapon, gaining strength in all ways possible. He became what was known as a Quantal–an officer of the law capable of controlling the quantum world and altering dimensions as well as being immortal–subtitled a Portalist, as his individual ‘gift’ was creating those. He was bestowed with a laboratory to tinker and create, bringing to life his Photonic Molecules pistols, as well as various types of lasers with extremely precise control over their internal structures, as well as the electromagnetic pulses and beams they released.

But what they had not anticipated was his rebellious nature.

When he had turned sixteen–although his age was beyond true measurement due to how often he traversed the cosmos and went into time-dilated situations–he abandoned them with no wish to return. He had planned, little by little, everyday, his means of escape. Once he finally did it, he went into his exoplanetary underground hideout and began forcing new mutations in himself. He had been unhinged a long time ago, thus it was not uncharacteristic of him to exhibit mad scientist behaviour. He forced the rapid production of stem cells–with control over such production–and began crafting, from scratch, clones of his mortal shell. With the technology he had at his disposal, he created multiple copies of the exact current state of his consciousness and inserted them into his clones. Once he had an army of himself, he released them into the multiverse of Principia Steina and initiated the Interconnectedness Experiment. It was successful, and he became a collection of awarenesses that culminated into one enormous non-physical entity. He found himself comparable to the gods he had learned about in school. It was not a bad comparison, for gods were only based on the deepest wishes of mortals.

Now he was the true ‘Superior’ rather than an ‘Inferior’, as the Quantals were referred to. He was a god.

And yet, he was being pursued by his ‘creators’.

With his skills, he was impossible to capture. Thus, to this day, he remains free.

Combat:

Weapons: Two Photonic Molecules pistols.

Range: Long.

Skills and Abilities: Portalism, Quantalism, Dimensional Manipulation, Photonic Molecules creation, Immortality, Tinkering/Inventing.

Physical Characteristics

Tattoos: The Quantal mark on his left shoulder.

Hair Colour: Greyish blue.

Hair Type: Straight.

Eye Colour: Crystalline opal blue.

Trilyn Eld/Revixemol Leonidus

Appearance: 

Original: (TBD [discovered])

Revixemol: 

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Name: Real Name: Trilyn Eld.
Fake Name: Revixemol Leonidus

Nicknames: Rev, Ixemol, Ix. Tri.

Age: Fucking elf age.

Gender: Male.

Orientation: He doesn’t say. But he does seem to like both.

Marital Status: Single (never been in a relationship).

Height: 6’3”.

Build: Slim but well-toned.

Species: Elf (dark).

Rank: Vincere Member.
 
Family: It’s… Complicated.
 
Occupation: Basically goes around corrupting the world and trying to gather the deadliest group imaginable to take over all the realms. (Villain? Lol.)
 
Personality: Due to the task he has to undertake, Trilyn developed a completely new persona. In actuality, he’s a vicious, intimidating being who seeks only chaos–not necessarily what makes him evil–and is far beyond twisted. He is, in short, probably the most purely evil being in all of his home realm. He is prone to bouts of rage and losing himself in such madness, which makes him more lethal than one expects. If he goes on a murderous rampage–to feel that pure glee of a massacre–that’s it for whomever attempted to anger him. Although he isn’t that easy to anger, thanks to his general neutrality towards the world. Boredom is a big reason why he takes serious risks and seems to put himself in danger.

Putting on a new appearance, personality and name, he ventured out of his home to seek out the high elf Eärwen.

His new personality is that of a persuasive, sly, manipulative asshole, however his disregard for anyone else or for consequences stuck with him. He’s darkly playful, in a sense, and his tendencey to be secluded and mad has forced him to learn to pick up at least some manners, although he is still generally harsh and ‘mean’. A perfect liar, smooth under pressure, and handles situations without much fuss. His recklessness and a simple fiery drive to live slipped into this persona from his real self.
 
Biography: Born and abandoned into Relicta, Trilyn (Revixemol) grew up on his own surrounded by the shadows that whispered to him from every single corner of this mostly isolated realm. In there, the law of the Survival of the Fittest truly permeated throughout the lives of all who even dared to take up the wretched ways one needs to survive in Relicta. From a very young age, he had to become a ruthless killer, feasting on dark beings such as ghouls and others that only worked to corrupt him further. He feels pride in who he is; this being a high elf would definitely outcast as immoral and deserving of death (to ensure the safety of those puny light creatures). He only laughs at what he calls their gullibility and closed-mindedness. So just as they can be prideful, he can see himself as superior to them. Most of his history was killing, surviving, growing more powerful (because he wanted to climb up the food chain), until he stumbled upon another relatively powerful and nearlly equally corrupt individual. He happened to know a group of people much like them both, who then decided to come together and show the world that darkness can and will take over everything they ever loved.
 
Skills and Abilities: A most efficient, silent killer, a brilliant liar and actor, and can take whatever he wants with either force or ‘smooth talking’.

Association: Vincere
 

Combat:

Weapons: In his true form, he can elongate his fingers to become bony claws coated in his tar-like blood. However he can also utilise a ‘slasher’ sword, which Revixemol also uses. He’s a very dirty fighter. However, said sword is unique in a certin way. It is a vessel of sorts, which can contain any form of spirit one might catch and trap in it. Usually, these swords are used through negotiating with a willing participant, but Trilyn being Trilyn, he captured one of the most sinister of beings and put him under the influence of a spell that needs recycling every three months. If he doesn’t recreate it and put the beast under his control, it could shatter his blade or escape, or worse, betray him during combat. Just like everything else he does, his very weapon is troublesome and risky.

Sword: [Thirio]

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Range: Short most of the time, unless he’s utilising mega spells and such. He likes to get close and personal when he tears his enemies to shreds with those claws of his.

Abilities: Obviously enough, somewhat of ‘an evolutionary advantage’, Trilyn is a natural at shadow/darkness/void magic. Another given is death magic, not so much necromancy but a connection to the energies of the dead, which also gives him ancient knowledge and access to realms (quantum) most are unaware of. He mostly mixes those together to attack enemies and defend himself.

Magic: Shadow/darkness/void and death magic.

Element: Shadow/darkness/void & death.
 
Physical Characteristics
 
Piercings: Ears.

Tattoos: Torso.

Hair Colour: Original: Unknown. Revixemol: black.

Hair Type: Straight.

Eye Colour: Original: Unknown. Revixemol: Bright aquamarine blue.

Teeth: Sharp like a wolf, however he made them look slightly less so in his new form.

Vulnerabilities: Light magic, certain high elf herbs and incenses.

Birthmarks: None.

Blood Type: ?

Martial Arts: He’s a quick, swift savage killer. Not so much martial arts as it’s simple combat.

Typhus Reaper

Appearance: 

Human:

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Dragon:

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With a more black undertone to his skin and one green streak along his back that glows in sync with his breath.

Name: Typhus Reaper

Nicknames: Tiph.

Age: 829, appears to be about 22.

Gender: Male

Orientation: Unsure.

Marital Status: 'Slut' [single and fucks around].

Height: 5’9”.

Build: Slim but well-toned.

Species: Dragon.

Rank: Prince (lost, abandoned, family (mostly?) deceased.) (He keeps this a secret).

Family: After throwing him out of their home for ‘committing the worst sin possible’ in their family, young and barely capable of surviving on his own, while he was away, their mighty castle fell to war between them and another, much stronger ruling class. There was supposed to be an alliance between them all, however, out of nowhere, they broke it and attacked three other royal families before his own.

Occupation: Explorer/Discoverer/Scholar. Which means he goes around, discovering and documenting new animal species, plant species and places, constructing maps and putting together encyclopaedias for the most prestigious group of scholars around. He lives with them, but sometimes he doesn’t come back for days on end, as his occupation requires of him. Sometimes he even takes months-long voyages to make more comprehensive maps of their world.

Personality: Laid-back, relaxed unless provoked, his deceivingly pacifistic facade hides a deeply buried hunger for death, murder and an insatiable blood-thirst. Ruthless, vicious and brutal to the very end, they come from the fact that he was born into the lineage he was thrown right out of. The most hostile and ‘insane’ of dragons.

On the surface, he’s clearly intelligent, logical and even gives others a sense of peace and relaxation from how easily he takes things and his pretty chill outlook on the world and life itself. Never one to be manipulated emotionally, as he keeps those locked away as something sacred, only to be brought out by someone extremely special or by the effects of arts and stories. Although he seems very neutral all the damn time, when he’s alone reading, painting or if he happens to come upon a piece of art done by someone else as he goes through ruins of ancient places, he stops for a whole ten minutes just to admire it. Some things he holds very precious to his heart, but he still hasn’t found one person worthy of his affections. He mostly devotes his life to knowledge and is addicted to the thrill of discovery, which is why he does it so often. He only accepts payment for it because he needs someplace to live. He seems generally confident and sometimes a little arrogant, but it feels like it’s rightfully his own. Has natural leadership skills and rarely ever respects people without a very good reason for him to do so. Either way, his manners are excellent, a mixture of ancient politesse and what his current family taught him. Has serious trust issues and it shows from his tendency to avoid getting close to basically anyone. In fact, the only person he tells everything to is an imagined version of his brother, who… Lives in his head, and he can see him as a sort of wilfully created hallucination. Oh and… He hates it when people think they have any authority over him. Also seems pretty distracted quite often, as if he’s looking at things that cannot be seen by others. 

Biography: Born to a king and queen of a certain type of dragons known as The Reapers in human legends about them, he was the last child they would have after a slightly older sister and a much older brother. His brother, Vindium, although seemingly completely emotionless, always tried to take care of him and make him stronger, also helping him to manage his apparently immense powers. His sister, Adelind, was a lot more affectionate due to being one of few born to that race of dragons whose sole purpose in life was to heal other dragons and help them grow more powerful, all while showing them how to balance their inner magic. His brother often took him out since he could walk and started training him as harshly as one could possibly get, often coming home with tens of scratches, cuts and wounds along the young dragonling’s body, which his sister would tend to.

The reason why his siblings took such great care of him was that their parents had been barely able to devote any time on their firstborn, and it was even harder for their second child. She, despite being younger, helped her brother develop better emotionally and soothed some of the insane rage within himself. After they grew closer, he stopped going on massacres just for the sake of killing–and switched them for hitman jobs. When Typhus was old enough, he was to follow in this path of seeking out victims and destroying them. As he grew older, the victims became more on the level of opponents, and his unforgiving training came in extremely handy. Of course, being a part of this family meant every single one of them had a certain hunger for murder, never feeling satisfied with life unless they killed at least one person. Which is why they had professional trainers of ages so ancient, it was a sort of mindfuck to look at their apparently rather young bodies. But their wisdom showed with every lesson, every word, every technique. There were three trainers in total, and the last one in particular Typhus held in great respect and utter veneration. He did not only teach him how to fight, how to kill in one move and how to keep his magic in his power reserves for as long as possible, he also taught him things about life that his father was always too busy to teach him. And, honestly, he doubted he even knew half of it.

Hundreds of years pass. The dragonling is turning out to be more powerful than his two siblings combined. Of course, that was no surprise to his parents, as they had been told of a prophecy from their most trusted oracle that their third son would be one of the most powerful dragons ever born.

Excited to be the parents of such a beast, they put everything they had into bringing him to life, and then training him to his full potential.

Even if it meant he would go completely mad.

After years of mistreatment, Typhus found out about the oracle’s prophecy. In his ‘fourteenth’ birthday (600 years) they had the usual ceremony of properly acknowledging him as a prince, where he was dressed in their fancy, gold-and-white robes, worn proudly on his small but fairly toned figure as he stood with confidence in the centre of the darkened hall, where all the people of the kingdom and distant family members were present to celebrate his ‘ascension to the throne’. After the crown was placed atop his head, a black iron crown with rubies all over, he was taken to the secret, underground quarters where his siblings had been before. That room… It changed him forever.

Stripped down to his underwear, he was restrained in the middle of the room, forced on his knees in the centre of a circular platform covered in some sort of magical symbol drawn with weird ingredients, one of which was the blood of a demon. Black as tar, and the entire torchlit room stank of something putrid. Cloaked and hooded, his father stood right outside the smaller, inner circle he was trapped in, and with one swift movement… Forced a branding iron right into the centre of his son’s chest, causing his insides to burn for literally six hours, sending his heart rate into overdrive until he finally released the hidden magical storage that was just right beneath his cardiac cavity–exploding and making place for the constant suction of powers from the spirits of the dead floating around them all the time–bursting in a suffocating release of a reverberating wave that spread for miles in every direction as the boy turned into a majestic, humongous dragon of epic proportions. Vicious and enraged, the dragon fled through one of the walls (yes, through them, he broke it completely) and flew off, finding the Tower of the Oracles and killing, in a bloodthirsty rage, every single one of them. He made sure to eat the one that predicted this thing all along, taking her essence into his system and gaining the ability of foresight, but it only comes out when he’s in serious danger or he’s extremely stressed out about something, and only in his dreams. He has no control over it.

After that, despite being something that was supposed to be the best thing to ever happen to his parents, with a tattoo that left his skin looking burnt and aching for eternity right in the centre of his chest (slightly to the left, over his heart), Typhus was cast out of the kingdom, never to be welcomed again.

He had returned to check on his siblings when he heard of the war, but he found no traces of them in the aftermath. Releasing one of the most anguished screams he would ever produce in his entire lifetime into the night, he took to the skies and kept on flying until he was in a different nation altogether, where he went through months of trying to piece himself back together and find something to hold onto in his solitude. Nine months of the most fucked up shit imaginable took place here, mostly in his subconscious mind. Then one day, he was found by one of the scholars, and after they took him in and fed him and took such good care of him, they found he had such a passion for knowledge, such creativity, such intelligence that they hadn’t thought possible, and trained him in their ways and upon graduation (six months of training later), he became a scholar in his own right, and finding something else to fill his mind than constant terror and anguish, he stuck to the path of learning and learned how to become perfectly composed at all times. He makes sure to hide the darker side of who he is around humans (his current family especially) and pretends to be just some genius who wants to know everything about the world.

Of course, this means he’s still immensely powerful, and he sometimes goes away just to train (wakes up very early every morning and finds a desolate field), but the lack of murder and enemies cause his magic to lay slightly dormant, and that sometimes torments him. He is highly susceptible to mental breakdowns (going absolutely fucking berserk) because of magic buildup, and when that happens, well…. The world could burn and he wouldn’t care. He wakes up without a single trace of a memory of the incident(s), but he recovers his memories slowly over the course of the next several days. So he always knows what he’s done.

Whenever he even gets close to being irate nearly all the time, he goes away to unleash steam until he’s soothed and returns to his home where he does his thing just like normal.

Skills and Abilities: Other than all the mastery of his magic that his trainers and siblings gave him, as well as his scholastic and explorer and survival skills, he has learned to play the violin, the one thing in the entire world that really resonates with his feelings and puts his mind to rest. He plays it both alone and in front of an audience, but mostly the former, and the fluidity in which he performs makes it seem like he and the violin were created for each other. Speaks Greek and Latin and some unnamed ancient dragon tongue.

Association: Exerevnités Syndicate

Combat:

Weapons: Only uses magic and hand-to-hand combat.

Range: Long and short.

Abilities: (tbe)

Magic: Necromancy mixed with something called Death Magic, which implies many things (to be explained).

Element: ‘Life’ and ‘Death’.

Physical Characteristics

Piercings: Upper left ear, a simple black Industrial piercing that ends with a dagger made out of a special crystal at the top. Something his brother gave him that he never takes off. Other end comes out through the edge of the ear closer to the back of the head, in a sort of diagonal line.

Tattoos: One on his chest from his past:

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(This is the same shape the magic circle took)

 another one on his forearm done by him to remind him of who he is now (the symbol of the syndicate): 

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Hair Colour: Green, black and purple, with pale blue tips here and there.

Hair Type: Straight, shaggy.

Eye Colour: Red (changes to half obsidian half green or completely grey)

Teeth: Sharp, like a dragon’s, even in human form.

Vulnerabilities: Ears, neck.

Birthmarks: The Reaper Lineage mark on the back of his neck, to show his presence in the realm of the dead since birth:

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Blood Type: ?

Martial Arts: Dragon-influenced MMA.

Kane "K" Ramsestein.

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Name: Kane "K" Ramsestein.

Age: 26.

Height: 6'1".

Species: Human (can be a warlock).

Personality: Calm, collected, but has a mischievous glint in his eyes that hints at the truth of his nature. He comes from a wealthy family, so he acts all polite, professional, has immaculate manners, and as is common of rich children, he excels at many skills, including playing the piano and violin, speaks five languages (Russian, English, Latin, Italian and Greek) fluently. He was raised to be appreciative of everyone's efforts, to treat the help respectfully, to accept everyone and never to do anything 'shameful'. Which is what he does in front of his family, except for his older sister, Maria, who knows his 'secret' life. He also hides the same actions for his younger brother. He likes to play video games, race (cars or motorcycles), play with guns, make dangerous chemicals, make fireworks and practise knife throwing for fun. He's a total player, never settling for a real relationship. He's sarcastic, confident to the point of arrogance, but it's just how he is. He lets others do their thing, and he does his. Despite all that, he often sees deeper meanings to everything in life.

Bio: Raised to be the next company heir, he never failed his father, who still lives and couldn't be more proud of his son. He is also just as proud of his model daughter and his younger brother who is currently in training and works in different sections of the company at different times.

Company: Hiring porn stars for rich people to shag.

Family: Mother, father, older sister, younger brother.

Akai Yamaki/Andrek Alsendran

Female Form

Appearance:

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Name: Yamaki Akai (Akai Yamaki).

Nickname: Aka, Chi, Kia.

Age: Is very, very, very, very old.

Height: 5'4".

Build: Rather slim, but her muscles are rather well built and toned.

Species: Vanguard Vampire.

Rank: Vampire Elder + Queen.

Family: Parents (deceased), twin brother Akoi, older brother Akira, older sister Shizuka.

Personality: Quiet, mysterious and a little creepy. Eccentric. Confident, natural leader, easily respectable. Classy. Can be really pleasant if one gets to know her well.

Biography: Highlights: Biological parents murdered. Brother sacrificed his life to save hers during an all-out clear out of living beings (a sort of supernatural extinction). Raised in a house of Purebloods. Trained to fight whole armies alone, becoming a killing machine. Met some vampire Elders who slowly helped her regain her 'social skills'. Made to marry a vampire king through a crazy incident. Assassinated said king through advice from a demon, being crowned queen of the Vanguards afterwards. Grew stronger. Trained under Yami. Promoted to Elder status. Was found by real father, who was locked away in a cell that vanished his presence from existence. Became princess of father's (Mephistopheles's) realm. Inherited the throne.

Likes: Friends, knowledge, power, progress, twin brother, music, some other things.

Dislikes: Idiots, ignorance, disrespect (towards anyone who's actually worth shit, not just herself), quite a lot of other things.

Combat:

Weapons: Red Mist Katana, Shades, her throw knives (and other magically formed weapons.)

Range: Long, medium and rarely short range.

Mode: Magic and weapon combat.

Abilities: Being a vanguard vampire, she was born with the natural ability to manipulate blood and shadows, however when she became a queen and married King Inferno for a brief period, he started teaching her how to use Flames, and later on she started learning to use Lightning under the King of the Lightning Clan.

Magic: Vampire magic.

Male Form

Appearance:

[Andrek on the left, Marcel's mother holding him on the right. He's holding Alexander.] No copyright intended.

Name: Andrek (Andy) Alsendran.

Nickname: Andy.

Age: Very, very, very, very old.

Height: 6'3".

Build: Slim, strong, well built and toned.

Species: Vanguard vampire/ice-air demon hybrid.

Rank: Elder + King of Vanguard vampires, heir to the throne of Mephistopheles Alsendran.

Family: Mephistopheles Alsendran (father), Akai's siblings.

Personality: Chill, easy-going, rarely ever gets angry, naturally intimidating, mysterious, eccentric, sarcastic, respectable, very logical, creepy... Can be terrifying if even slightly irritated.

Biography: Highlights: Biological parents murdered. Brother sacrificed his life to save his during an all-out clear out of living beings (a sort of supernatural extinction). Raised in a house of Purebloods. Trained to fight whole armies alone, becoming a killing machine. Met some vampire Elders who slowly helped him regain his 'social skills'. [Made to marry a vampire king through a crazy incident. Assassinated said king through advice from a demon, being crowned king of the Vanguards afterwards.] Grew stronger. Trained under Yami. Promoted to Elder status. Was found by real father, who was locked away in a cell that vanished his presence from existence. Became prince of father's (Mephistopheles's) realm. Inherited the throne.

Likes: Knowledge, drugs, fights, fancy stuff, travelling, nature, fire, pain.

Dislikes: Too many things to list.

Combat:

Weapons: Depends on whom he's fighting.

Range: All.

Abilities: Elemental.

Magic: Demonic and vampiric magic.