GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[_Zephyre_]

Bleh, might as well just hop right in. Take note that this post contains scenes of violence. You have been warned. Also, do take note that this is purely fiction, so I hope I don’t offend religious people or anything.
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The clouds parted before a luminous figure in the sky - a beautiful and awe-inspiring symbol of hope to light a path through the dark times ahead. To the casual observer on the lush, green plains of the continent of Astra miles below, it would seem as if the clouds parted at their own will to make way for a celestial body descending from the heavens, glowing brightly from the intense heat generated as it ripped through the air. A meteor, perhaps - the expected result of common speculation. But there was not a single citizen of the united nations of Axium and Travia, both shattered nations forced to unite after the terrible wars of the Machine Campaigns, to watch. Even if there was, their guesses on the identity of the falling object were probably incorrect, anyway.

A slender female figure fell, headfirst, through the sky at an alarming rate. She could barely feel the silky fabric of her simple white robes pressed firmly against her fair skin by the wind. She made no attempt to move, no flailing of the limbs as a normal person might when falling from this height. Her eyes remained closed, and an expression of peace hung upon her flawless face, despite her hair whipping at her face and shoulders as the wind played through the auburn strands in her rapid descent.

She was feeling rather dizzy and disoriented after all, since she’d been flung across a dimension back into the world she was born in and left five years ago, high up in the sky.

Lauralan Harper opened her eyes, and a holy flare pulsed from within. The runes encircling her pupils pulsed with light, so strongly that each eye seemed to glow with an intense, blue flame. From her back, a pair of wings materialised and unfurled at the same time. It would have been a magnificent sight to anyone watching. If anyone watched.

Her eyes shifted to several figures on the ground far below. A small group of large, maroon-coloured beings were backing a large group of much smaller, pink creatures into a cliff face. Her superior eyesight allowed her to identify the pink creatures as mainly harmless palmpoas, while the larger, darker-coloured beings were her sworn enemy – hell spawn, demons from the depths of Burning Hell itself.

The angel flapped her wings once and darted for the group, a trained hand reaching down to her side.

Exactly where a sword would have hung sheathed. She only grasped air for a moment.

Tempest.

In a flash of divine light, a magnificent katana materialised in her grip, hung sheathed at her waist. As she ripped it free from its scabbard, her robes quickly morphed into a stylised battle suit. Her attire still remained mostly white, bright gray where heavier pieces of armour lay, yet long and flowing like her robes before it, but now she looked less fragile. Tougher. Next, a single pistol materialised, again, stylised and modified in High Heaven fashion, above her right hip, hung and holstered. An identical copy of the pistol materialised opposite the first, behind her right hip, just above her shapely bottom.

She observed the situation below in her descent. Knowing the palmpoas could defend themselves with ice magic when provoked, she presumed there was a mage among the demonic group protecting his comrades from the magic.

Grim determination shone in her eyes as the intense magical flames died away. She was darting dangerously close to the ground now at a breakneck pace. The ground seemed to come up towards her.

As did her targets.

She beat downwards strongly with her wings, sending clouds of dust in all directions and causing her to swoop back upwards in an arc. She swung her sword upwards with her in her change of direction, letting out a feral roar.

For an entire second, a steady stream of blood followed her sword up as she rose. She glanced down to see that she had cut the first demon cleanly in half, with its body now a separated pair of blood and gore on the ground, but its comrade had already reacted to the situation – faster than she had judged – and leapt above his fallen comrade’s body to get at her. Her left hand shot out, punching through the attacking demon’s chest and protruding from its back. In her hand she held a still-beating heart.

The heart of a demon.

She crushed it between her slender fingers and flung both the crushed organ and the corpse down towards the last demon. It could only stare in horror, stunned, as its last remaining comrade, now dead, collided with him, causing him to tumble away. She descended quickly, legs extended, and crushed its skull beneath a foot. Drawing her foot away, she took a few steps backwards, surveying the area and content with having the immediate threat removed. The group of palmpoas huddled together in a group scared and shaking.

The angel turned away and slid her sword back into its scabbard. She folded her wings and they slowly vanished along with her battle attire just as they had appeared. She was dressed in simple white robes once again.

But they were stained with the blood of demons. Her hair was matted with blood. They felt hot and acidic on her skin, as if they were eating away at her flesh, but they did no harm. The feeling was merely an annoyance.

“I am the Angel of Retribution,” she said to nobody in particular, facing the plains before her. Her voice was soft, and weak. Coupled with her fragile frame, nobody would have suspected she had everything to do with the bloody macabre behind her.

“I know nothing of my past, for it has been taken from me.”

She lowered her head to gaze and the blood on her hands. Blood trickled down her forehead and stung her eyes. She blinked it off.

“This is what I’ve been sent to do. This is what I will do. My hands shall be stained with the blood of sinners.”

And the demons were the ultimate sinners.

She threw her head back began laughing. Such behaviour was generally improper for an angel. Yet she let out a light and melodious, yet wild stream of laughter. It came to her then that she was laughing from the feeling of extreme euphoria of returning to her world after a 5-year absence, however much it contrasted with the slaughter behind her.

Cohesive demon blood slid backwards from her eyes. She looked as if she was crying the foul liquid. The shuddering palmpoas ran away.

[_Zephyre_]

Name: Lauralan “Shattershard” Harper

Gender: Female

Race: Human » Angel

Age: Ageless

Weight: Lighter than she looks.

Height: Unknown, only recorded in the files of the Travian military.

History: As the niece of Kale Harper(refer to Travian NPCs, The Machine Campaigns) and the daughter of an important noble family in Travia, she was granted easy entry into the Iron Sides. She was given the codename 'Shattershard'. From then, she always preferred to use her codename over her real one to avoid being reminded of her father.

After the Machine Campaigns, there were reports of her spending a night with the Pistol Ninja on the day prior to that of his death. This led to a large variety of rumours, some even involving her being the cause of the Axium assassin’s death, despite attempts from the heroes to clarify to the public on how he died.

Description: (Picture is her with a lot less clothes on, since I can’t find anything else that matches with more clothes.)

Upon closer inspection of her eyes, one would notice that her pupils glow slightly and appear to have bright runes arranged in a ring around the center. Most would find it difficult to make eye contact with her for extended periods of time.
She wears a white and bright gray battle suit stylised to appear long and flowing like the robes of an angel.
With her magic, she can instantly change her clothing into a simple white robe to appear as a member of the church and make her wings disappear.
After her return to High Heaven after regaining her memories, she has archaic runes of High Heaven on the palms of her hands that can appear and disappear at will.

Favours: Peace, technology, Travia, her family, loyalty, skill, the Pistol Ninja

Hates: Chaos, corruption, evil, demons

Personality: Calm, fiercely protective, distant

Combat Skills: CQC(Iron Sides training), marks(wo)manship, gun kata, divine magic, flight, enhanced strength, swords(wo)manship, inhuman strength
After Harper's return to High Heaven after she regained her memories, she was given the power to convert voluntary demons to part of the forces of High Heaven, but she has to make physical contact with them with the runes now on the palms of her hands.

Weapons:
Pistol, “Retribution” – Originally the Pistol Ninja’s pistols, Valour and Grace, that have been taken to High Heaven and heavily modified. After Harper's return to High Heaven after she regained her memories, the pistols have been magically fused to become one for convenience and ease of use.
CQC Knife – Her only link to her past before the Machine Campaigns. She barely uses it, keeping it belted at her waist. “Shattershard” is crudely etched onto the side of its blade, while a dog tag with her name, “Lauralan Harper” on it, hangs from its butt on a chain.

Artifact: None

Force: High Heaven

Allegiance: Guardians

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Auburn

Status: ALIVE

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Name: Ivanos Thorn

Nickname: Ivan

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 26

Weight: 74 kg

Height: 1.86 m

History: Having been conscripted into and received formal education from the military as well as being a veteran of the RED Storm uprising and the Machine Campaigns under Travia, Ivanos Thorn is no stranger to war. But when the demons came, he knew that extraplanar foes would call for something different. Ivanos, being experienced in war, black ops and espionage was recruited into a semi-secret division of the Iron Knights known as the Slighthand. Each Slighthand operative was trained to be able to work alone, sometimes employed to take out groups of demons with their state-of-the-art technology.

Description:

Without his standard Slighthand armour, Ivanos sports a messy black mullet and blue eyes. He is clean shaven, and has a faint scar on his left cheek.

Favors: The international alliance, guns, comrades, guns, successful tactical attacks, guns, motorcycles, guns, backup, guns

Hates: Demons, traitors, humanoid machines

Personality: Cynical, calculated, stern, cautious

Combat Skills: Marksmanship, black ops training, stealth and espionage, unarmed combat
Ivan’s Slighthand armour born from the amalgam of highly advanced technology from the Iron Knights and the magic of the Order allows him heightened senses and improves his physical strength and agility as well as temporary invisibility which taxes his suit's energy reserves greatly. His helmet allows him to have acute eyesight, night vision, as well as heat detection and also doubles as binoculars.

Weapons: Ivanos has a large arsenal of weapons available, but he usually limits the amount of weapons he carries for maneouvrability or concealment. To gain access to his other weapons, Ivanos has to radio a Slighthand Mobile Armoury (S.M.A.), which is essentially a swift, lightly armed dropship housing an armoury to head to his desired location He almost always carries his pair of spike bolters and his vibroblade around as his standard sidearms.

Originally Posted by Vibroblade

A standard dagger-looking weapon with an ultrasonic generator in its hilt. The ultrasonics generated reverberate along the blade edge granting very efficient cutting power with less effort.

Originally Posted by Spike Bolter

Designed to deliver a massive amount of sharpened Palladium needle rounds, the Spike Bolter is made up of six high-speed rotating barrels, affording it an extremely high rate of fire. Ivanos frequently carries two Spike Bolters as his standard sidearms.

Originally Posted by Shockwave

The Shockwave emits an electrically sonic wave of focused sonic patterns that damages and stuns any foes in its wake. Centered on the user, the burst effect of the weapon is particularly effective when the user is surrounded by a crowd of enemies.

Originally Posted by HARP Rifle

Housing both electrical and sonic generators, the HARP projects a static field that arcs forward, serving as a conduit for oscillating sonic waves. Originally designed to clear debris from underground passages, it was found that HARP (Harmonic Resonance Projection) technology to be effective against the demonic invaders. A slowly oscillating beam of sound, channelled through tightly focused electrical particles is used to vibrate objects at random frequencies, disrupting their molecules and eventually shattering them in an impressive fashion. Anything within a close proximity of a fired beam will suffer from a powerful electric shock.

Originally Posted by Trident Launcher

This portable missile launcher launches up to a trio of high-explosive projectiles that can strike a single or multiple targets depending upon the range at which it is fired. Missiles will explode into Greek fire which is formed from a special alchemical solution that is very effective against demons.

Artifact: None

Force: Good

Allegiance: Iron Knights

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Black

Status: DEAD

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Name: Roti'canai [raw-tee chah-nye]

Nicknames: R-roti'canai, Roti, Zephyre [zeh-fahyuhr], Pistol Ninja

Gender: Male

Race: Synthetic Pure Demon

Age: Several minutes at the time of first escape from Burning Hell and counting

Weight: Changeable

Height: Changeable

History: The forces of Burning Hell have planned to sow the seeds of destruction from within humanity with Roti'canai - the product of Project Porrota. Roti'canai is a synthetic pure demon soul within a synthetic body shared with the soul of the Pistol Ninja that was stolen away shortly after the battle leading to Cronus' death in the Machine Campaigns. The dominant demonic soul allows him to control the body to his will while the recessive soul of the Pistol Ninja provides him with all the knowledge and skills that the Pistol Ninja had prior to his parting with his body.

Description: As the Pistol Ninja,

Roti'canai will almost always take the form of the Pistol Ninja.

Favours: Murder, deception, sex, weapons, battle, chaos

Hates: Humans, peace, cute and furry creatures

Personality: Lustful, merciless, snide, deceptive, devious

Combat Skills: Swordsmanship, marksmanship, sharpshooting, gun kata, inhuman speed and strength, arcane magic, demonic magic, shapeshifting

Weapons: Tempest (Refer to 'Artifact') and two Raptor 200 pistols

Artifact:
Name: Tempest
Forces: Neutral
History: A magnificent katana forged with a fusion of minerals from Gehda and a mystical metal mined from the mountains of Axesium. It was created and given to the Pistol Ninja to replace his stock Axium military sword as part of his field gear upon completion of his training. It has served him well during all its time in service and has proven to be more effective and durable than normal swords. Its power slowly increased as each living individual was slain by it, causing it to become what it is now.
Powers granted: Enhanced Reflexes, Channeller, Sharpen
Corrupted Powers Granted: Corruption, Levitation

Force: Burning Hell

Eye Colour: Changeable

Hair Colour: Changeable

Status: ALIVE

[Nosedagger]

A casual observer on the lush, green plains of the continent of Astra looked up and discerned cuts of sunray breathe into tender moonbeam. Light flashed across the clouds. The first spotter tapped her companion on the shoulder, and one observer became two.

Nakara squinted distantly into foreign sky. "Shooting star."

"Make a wish," Meiko replied without thinking. The dazzling flea of light plummeted beneath a row of low deciduous trees. It seemed to Meiko that it had slowed down just before disappearing, as if pulling out of a dive.

"One kilometre, furthest." Apparently Nakara had seen it too. "Coming?"

[Armand]

Character Sheet

Name: Armand DeLioncourt.
Nickname: Makurayami.
Gender: Male.
Race: Angelic Vampire.
Age: 75. (Appears to be 20, max.)
Weight: 160 lbs.
Height: 6'1
History: Armand explains that as a young man of 20 years, he was a rebellious and frustrated youth, the youngest son of the Marquis d'Avergne, and the sole provider of meat for his family's table.
When despair from the knowledge of the triviality of his life nearly takes away his sanity, Armand's mother, Danielle, urges him and his friend, Tarathiel, to go to the wide world in search of a new life. Armand and Tarathiel soon find work in a playhouse, located deep within the heart of Travia. Serving the bureaucrat Sereno directly, the former of the two became an actor, and the latter, a violinist.
Within a few months, Armand is kidnapped by Marius, an elder vampire who seeks an heir to his seat of command as a commander in Burning Hell, and forcibly made a vampire in Marius' tower. Marius leaves Armand an orphan fledgling and heir to a fortune, as the old vampire destroys himself by going into a huge bonfire on the night of Armand's making. For the next several months, Armand disguises his vampiric nature under the pretense of a wealthy adventurer, while discovering his talents of vampirism on his own. After about 20 years of adventuring and building his inner powers, he befriends a travelling adventurer, whom he discovers to be a high mage from a nearby city. After travelling for months, the mage, Narmina Tamaraith, begins to teach him all of the arcane knowledge she knows, ranging from how to control the elements, to healing, to enchanting items and weapons.Although his power increased dramatically with training, for some reason using magic repeatedly drained him beyond belief, and his control over gravimetric and temporal magic was extremely weak. During their famous adventures, the threats of being an heir to a post of command in Burning Hell began to nag at Armand, making him restless and irritable.
After a relitively successful mission of protecting a famed alchemist in a caravan, Armand was given a nameless katana created from the purest of mithril, forged by the alchemist himself as a reward. A few nights later, Narmina snuck the katana away from Armand in his sleep, and enchanted the blade with a handful of powers that would prove useful to Armand.
After several harrowing adventures, Narmina is slain by Superion The Harbinger during an ambush preformed by the Minions Of Hell. From this point forward, Armand had sworn vengeance upon Superion from Hell. Searching out the Superion Of High Heaven, Armand joined with the forces of good, became a Guardian, and trained his hardest to become the strongest he could, trying to avenge her, trying ultimately to recover the image of her.

Description:

Favors : Dark nights, warm places, socializing (Somewhat.), reading, sparring, practicing magic, and testing his magic on objects.

Hates : Loud area's, extreme cold, very bright lights.

Personality: Bold, Pensive, Calculating.

Combat Skills: Decent Marksmanship, Masterful Swordsmanship, Advanced Arcane Magical Skills, Masterful Holy Magical skill and Control.

Vampiric Skills/Powers: Armand had discovered several abilities vampiricism had granted him over his lengthy adventures. These abilities include advanced healing after consuming fresh blood, which lets him regenerate almost any physical or magical wounds inflicted upon him, (No regeneration of limbs), Extreme speed and reaction times, increased jumping speed and jump length, and the ability to assume an incorporeal smoke form for roughly 20 minutes, making him invulnerable to attacks, but leaves him craving blood afterwards.

Abilities: Armand possesses various abilities, from Flight, to Flash Stepping, even Enchanting, which he has used only a handful of times, yet he is quite adept at it.

Weapons:

-Meibatsu, his Katana.
-Oblivion and Infinity, a pair of Zaurus B revolvers.
-An Avenger MK II Shotgun.
-Smoke Grenades.
-Raven 7 Handguns with Silencers.
-4 Military Daggers.

Armor: After his third victory against The Quartet, Armand aquired a new set of clothing, entitled the Deities Aura Set. This set grant's Armand a minor resistance to magic, along with a stronger protection from slashing and piercing weapons due to the thick material of the armor.

Ring: Although the tournament for Ryswick's Sword was interrupted, Armand still managed to receive his award; A magical ring entitled "The Band of The Blood", which was constructed by his Master. It provides a steady supply of magical blood, from whatever type of race the user desires, negating the need for constant fresh sources of blood. (Angels, Demons, Humans.)



Current bounty: 37000.

Artifact: Meibatsu.

Force: High Heaven.

Allegiance: The Guardians.

Eye Color: His eyes reflect the current hue of the light around him, but most of the time they are violet.

Hair Color: Silver and Long.

Status: ALIVE

Current Location: Fighting in an arena tournament.



Second Character Sheet

Character Sheet


Name: Narmina Tamaraith.

Nickname: Wraith.

Gender: Female.

Race: Human.

Age: 70 years old.

Weight: 105 lbs.

Height: 5"9.

History: Narmina was orphaned at age 11 by an errant fireball cast by a wizard battling a rival. Swearing to become a mage and take her revenge upon the man who killed her parents, she became an apprentice to a sour and lazy old wizard named Mirimmar. After her mentor died while they were exploring the demon-infested ruin of Myth Drannor, she adventured on his own, and discovered companionship within the vampire Armand. She has stood by his side while evil groups ranging from the Demonic Army of Hell to various bandits and corrupted men outside the law tried to take their lives, and she had no intention of ever letting anyone harm him, or the feelings they share. Quiet and studious most of the time, she enjoyed teaching new spells to Armand, and practicing her own magic on the criminals and wanted men that they hunted down for money. After a successful mission dispatched by a blacksmith and Alchemist in a small village, Armand was given a wonderous Katana, forged from the finest of Mithril. Seeing this, Narmina snuck it away from Armand during his sleep, and spent hours heavily enchanting it. When the dawn finally broke, the Katana was no longer the same, as it carried much Arcane power, and a small piece of Narmina herself as well. Two days after her 23rd birthday, they were ambushed by a raiding party sent out from Burning Hell to bring Armand back to his old master's position as a commander of Burning Hell's Army. Fearing the worst, they battled like heroes, but in the end, Superion The Harbinger arrived, and using his Death Bringers, he Severed Narmina's Enchanted Longsword, and drove his blades within her chest, ending her mortal life. After Armand fled the scene, Superion ordered a High Cleric of The Dark Lord to ressurect Narmina, and made her serve under him, making her his second-in-command, using her for his high knowledge and power with magic. After proving herself worthy of using Demonic Magic, she was tutored by Eva, a master of Demonic Magic, one whom also had been brutally separated from the one she loved. Narmina currently works for Superion and The Burning Hells, but she feels out of place considerably, and longs to be with Armand again.

Description:


Favors : Magic, Quiet, Warmth.

Hates : Being wet, being cold, loud noise.

Personality: Was friendly and creative. After she was brought back by Jeremiah, she has returned to her old self.

Combat Skills: Master of Arcane Magic, Basic Holy Magic, Decent Swordswomanship, Great Markswomanship.

Weapons: Her Arcane and Holy Magic's, her repaired longsword, and dual Raven Pistols she purchased from a group of merchants.

Her sword, Homura, which means "Flame." It's been known to spark into flames whenever Narmina is in danger of being hurt.



Armor: After Jeremiah completed his work on Narmina, she woke up with a new set of clothing, entitled the Deities Aura Set. This set grant's Narmina a minor resistance to magic, along with a stronger protection from slashing and piercing weapons due to the thick material of the armor.

Ring: Although the tournament for Ryswick's Sword was interrupted, Narmina still managed to receive her award; A magical ring entitled "The Ring of The Emperor", which was constructed by Ryswick the Great. It makes the user lighter, faster, and provides an invisible barrier that grants excessive protection from kinetic blows.

Artifact: Narmina still has her Magic Wand, from her days as a Royal Chaplain. Back when she first got the Wand, she gave it the simple name "Nozomi", meaning 'Hope'. Narmina also carries her Invisibility Cloak.

Force: High Heaven.

Allegiance: The Guardians.

Eye Color: Blue.

Hair Color: Silver.

Status: Alive.

Current Location: Fighting in an arena tournament.

[Devilznight]

Name: Alex Wilson

Nickname: Alex

Gender: M

Race: Human

Age: 17

Weight: 109 lbs

Height: 6’4

History: Alex was a young man who participated in the war against the machines but he disappeared from the world to find peace. However, in his search, he would find followers of Demons and all evil. They would persuade him to join their cause and his heart would forever be filled with hate for all those who did not believe in the Burning Hell’s ways. He would resist at first, fighting for what is right and just, but he would eventually fall victim to Burning Hell's power. He was tortured and beaten everytime he made a mistake during his teachings. They had made him believe that High Heaven was the reason everything bad had happened. They told him that they did not stop the war against the machines, and that they were responsible for all the deaths, including his fathers. Alex's hate grew and grew as the string of lies were told. They took advantage of his mind and molded into a new creation, filled with hate and lies. Some thought he could not handle it and would eventually turn against Burning Hell. But he proved them wrong and stayed loyal. He grew stronger and smarter as time went by, and he was now more powerful then before. His training was so brutal, it left scars on his back and arms. For many years, his personality would change as well. Everything about this young man seemed to change while he was gone from the world. When his training was complete, he felt as if he was superior against all beings. So he became an acolyte of evil who only fears death but nothing else.

Description:

Favors: Victories and advantages in battles

Hates: Those who oppose him

Personality: Arrogant and cocky

Combat Skills: CQC, trained by Burning Hell’s teachers with single sword
combat and dual sword combat, and advanced marksman training.

Weapons:




Artifact: None

Force: Demonic Army

Allegiance: Burning Hell

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Blonde

Status: Injured from Burning Hell training and teachings.

Current Location: Burning Hell

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False smiles and promises. He is a being of solitude.
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Name: Colt Sorn
Nickname: Omega
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: late-twenties
Weight: 200 lbs. with armor, 145 lbs. without armor
Height: ???

Theme: Non-download

The Gate of Ctrl

History: For two years he has wandered the continent, having lost his memory in the mountains far north of civilization, in the final bastion of the Machines. He woke in a daze, encased in armor and ornaments, the mad experiments of the depraved he says. In an uncanny stroke of luck he was found by adventurers who tended to him until they seperated in Travia.

Since then he has wandered both Travia and Axium in search of his forgotten past. Only now are his memories beginning to return. After his recent encounter with Epsilon in Sunburg, a small portion of Omega's memory has awakened. He remembers a part of his identity as well as his mission in life, but little else beyond that point.


Description:



Favors : Video/Traditional games, the drill on his forehead, His armor

Hates : Broken machines, Loud people, Arrogance, Epsilon

Personality: He loves to tinker with machinery and can't stand to see anything left broken. His sense of justice is commendable. Although he'll never outright say it, he believes his idea of right and wrong is based on genetics.

However, there is a dark and enigmatic side to him. Omega's true nature and past is immersed in shadows and dead ends. The smiling face that everyone knows is merely a facade. The perfect guise for any killer.

Combat Skills:

• Ode to Oblivion:
  Prerequisite- none
  A maneuver created with the sole purpose of eliminating many individuals at once, Omega has coined this with the term 'Army-Slayer'. The speed used in this attack, past what any normal human can do, is achieved with the booster packs on his backside. As of present, no one is sure what powers them, though it could be related to the hypothetical 'perfect energy source'.
  
  
• Ode to Oblivion- Unison Raid:
  Prerequisite- ???
  
  

Weapons:

• Birch/Mue-
  Twin custom revolvers. The rounds have been sharpened for maximum impact and resemble short nails more than actual bullets. The frame of the firearms have been remade similiar to an SMG for better handling and also to increase reloading speed. The names Birch and Mue are carved elegantly on each side. It is a relic from the Machine Campaigns.
  
  
• Razael-
  A very unique custom katana and a relic from the Machine Campaigns. Though it is modeled after one of the most common melee weapons of Astra it has been modified to specifically suit Omega. A large drill replaces the blade and the handle stores a special battery that cause it to spin at high velocity, increasing power and reducing air resistance. Where Omega recieved such a weapon has never been answered. One test on its material however, has shown that the handle is made from Necrodermis.
  

Artifact: None
Force: Adventurer
Allegiance: Neutral
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Jet Black
Status: ALIVE
Current Location: Axium Castle


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Past Heaven and Hell, the dragon of the Void emerges.
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Name: Ctrl-00 Epsilon
Nickname: Epsilon
Gender: M
Race: Machine
Age: ???
Weight: ???
Height: ???

Theme: Non-download

The Gate of Ctrl

History: Once upon a time, a race that was far more, and far less than human dared to infringe on the Gods' most sacred duty: The creation of life. Their efforts were successful; fourteen immaculate warriors, created from the body and soul of a single human. For a time, their great campaign went in their favour.

But all was not well. One of their numbers, the very first, became spiteful at what he saw. Fear and death became the norm of his life. His hatred for his masters and his pitiful victims grew faster with each day. In only a short amount of time this warrior embraced the path of the Void. In a double backstab, he faked being an agent of High Heaven for the forces of Burning Hell, whom he is also falsifying alliegances with.

Life, death, he would return everything into nothingness. And what better place to start than on the battlefield?

Description:


Favors: ???

Hates: EVERYTHING

Personality: "He is sadistic and cruel. Even before the campaign we were decieved by his cunning and guile. This spawn of man, who could have believed that the very essence of hate itself could be made manifest?." - Brutus

Combat Skills:

• Genocider 00 (Lunar Killdance):
  prerequisite- Zankantou
  Tapping into energy given off from the radiating moonlight, Epsilon exceeds the limitations of flesh and iron. His cumbersome blade moves with unthinkable grace from target to target, leaving nothing behind but a fading afterimage, and a corpse.
  
  
• Zankantou- Sword of the Cosmos:
  prerequisite- Zankantou
  
  

Weapons:

• Zankantou- Colossal Blade
  A colossal blade fashioned specifically for Epsilon due to its size and weight. The blade is 8 feet in length, 2 feet in width and is constucted of the same liquid Necrodermis as the Machine Throne; however it is unable to change its shape or size. Because of its material nature most weapons, save either Artifacts or magically tempered metals, have difficulty against its density and power. Because he is a machine, Epsilon is able to easily wield this weapon as he does not suffer from fatigue or muscle pains. The Zankantou is a relic from the Machine Campaigns.
  
  
• Devil Socius (x2)
  Special katanas that have a diminishing effect on demonic or tainted energies. Since their initial use they have lost some of their power.
  
  
• Wings of Catastrophe
  A set of kodaichis taken from the undead Lich when Epsilon defeated and sacrificed it to his master. Its edges are quite sharp.
  
  
• Void Magic
  Magic powered by the energies that emanate from every living thing's souls. Void Magic is seperate from the sorceries used by Heaven or Hell. For description or balancing reasons it can be classified as a sub-type of Arcane magic.
  
  

Artifact:

Name: Lunatic Brave
Forces: Evil
History: When it was first excavated, an entire community died overnight, its inhabitants driven mad by its whispers of power and glory. Though the Artifact itself was not sentient, each townsperson felt the temptations of the damned in their minds, slowly gnawing away at their virtues and their souls. Soon brother turned against brother, and entire families killed each other for the chance to have their desires fulfilled. The day that Epsilon obtained Lunatic Brave, he had dug through a mountain of corpses.
Powers Granted: Natural Immunity, Channeller, Enhanced Reflexes, Insanity, Bind
Corrupted Powers Granted: Insanity, Tainted
Default Holder: Epsilon
Current Holder: Epsilon

Force: Adventurer
Allegiance: Unknown
Eye Color: Red iris', black pupils
Hair Color: Jet Black
Status: ALIVE
Current Location: Axium Castle

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I recommend taking a look at the Omega notes in the profiles before reading, it'll help to explain some things. I'll be updating them every significant event or so...

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The bar began closing as the sun went and night neared, bringing with it a cool wind. Omega downed another drink, his fifth one, savoring the acidic burn in his mouth before forcing it down his throat. He picked up a stained napkin the bartender have left out and wiped the drops of blood off his guant face. The static hum of the chrome television drowned out the steps of the portly bartender, who was bustling about and collecting the dirtied mug his last customer had left behind. The television gave a burst of sound and a picture of a slim woman appeared. The Travian news.


This is the second time this month that such a...


The reporter's monotone voice seemed to slow down time. Omega noted her appearance. She was underfed, malnourished. An example of the nation wasting away after it expended an inconceivable amount of resources into the Machine Campaigns. The screen changed to an small village erupting into flames. Omega stood up, knocking the stool he was sitting on over.

One survivor told us this story....


His left hand instinctively reached for his forehead as a mind-warping pain erupted from his head. He could hear the bartender saying something but did not register it as human voice. He made a grab for the napkin again and wiped off the little stream of blood that made its way through his lips. The screen changed again to a man. He was holding onto himself and brought his nose into his lap. Omega could hear him screaming to the camera..


"It wasn't no monsters! I'm telling you.. it was one man. There was... he was carrying a large sword, oh god... I saw my family, cut my only son right in half he did.."


"The witness, who wishes to remain unidentified, is now being held in an asylum for hysteria..."


The television returned to a buzzing static noise as the pain subsided. Omega rose from his kneeling position on the floor and dropped several coins onto the counter, ignoring the frightened look of the bartender. He stumbled out into the streets. No one went outside anymore during the night, too many things were happening to people. The full moon appeared from behind a sea of clouds. The light reflected itself off his polished armor and he basked in it. A clicking sound brought him back quickly. A small bipedal creature stepped into the light, revealing its hideous features.

Several more arrived, appearing from the shadows with malicious looks in their eyes. They were twisted and grotesque, the moonlight dulled their red skin as they shambled around, trapping him in a tight circle. They moved slowly, looking for an opportune moment that never came. A black circle appeared above their target. Omega tilted his head and with a satisfying grin withdrew two firearms from the nothingness. The moon disappeared behind the clouds yet again. As the last bit of light faded away, so too did their dying screams.

[GreyFoX]

Name:Noah De’anglo
Nickname: GreyFox
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Age:115+ y/o

History:

“Who knew that a Business man with a briefcase was able to restore my memories? Huh, well according to my restored memories I can tell you everything that has happened….

I was born in the streets of Axium about 115 years ago. No parents or relatives...only other kids with no parents as well-orphans. I lived in the streets- playing in the rain, eating and sleeping in the alleys and fighting in the parks…[still updating]

During my early years in the Iron-sides I showed great qualities of a soldier and I rose among the ranks. In the battles to come my superiors noticed my abilities in the battlefields and also the fact that I did not seem to age. They decided to give me special missions and would often place me in different battalions, platoons, squads etc. every now and then.

More years passed, more battles raged and for a time I thought my only existence was to fight until my bones turned to dust, but on a fateful day in a town just near Havani, Me and a platoon of Iron-sides soldiers were stationed there to keep an eye out for a rogue clan of outlaws who’s been ambushing supply caravans. The clan attacked and the town was consumed in gunfire, some hours later we managed to defeat the rogue clan and regain control of the town, but in the rubles I found a young girl named Alyx. The medics took care of her, but it seemed she wanted to stay with me. I tried to persuade the girl into going into a foster home, but she denied it. She wanted to stay with me…in fact she needed me. The more I pushed her away, the more this strangle feeling grew inside me and before long I realized it was, how you say, “Fatherly” instincts or whatever.

So there I was, with a nine-year-old kid with no parents or relatives to take care of her…so I did what any good soldier would: Get some R&R and take care of this brat. So for the years to come I was still called in for battle, but I returned after each battle to take care of my daughter. A part of me felt complete when I was with this small girl and over the years I trained her to be a soldier of the Iron-sides why you may ask? Well a platoon of iron-sides did save the town from that clan right?

Roughly ten years later the RED storm’s rebellion has gone way out of control, both the Iron-sides of El-tracass and the Axium Knights had to fight their common enemy. Along the way I sure met some good comrades and lost some as well.

Wars have their toll and this war’s toll on me was my left eye, but one toll I was fine with: Killing my brother. However I could not change the fact that he was the connection I had to my past (keep in mind that this was before I got my memories back). Not only that, but I lost my life in the hands of a colossal machine: The Bandersnatch. Two years later (at the start of the machine campaigns) I was mysteriously resurrected by my so-called Guardian Angel. Now I know that “Guardian Angel” is but a Lost angel…poor creatures…they have been corrupted and twisted and now linger in the mortal realm seeking out any way to ascend back into the holy kingdom.

During the Machine campaigns I met old and new comrades…lost some too. I also got to see my daughter again (the moment I saw her it was as if thousands of worries passed). During the end of the campaigns I met my death after being impaled by a once-dead ally, Controls. I did not die until later on in a hospital….[still updating]

Description: (with the exception of the eyes+hair color)

Favors: Alyx, his weapons, his memories
Hates: pretty much anything that can endanger him or his daughter, his memories
Personality: depends on the situation
Combat Skills: due to a century’s worth of fighting he is highly skilled in CQC, Marksmanship and other forms on combat. He is also very skilled and familiarized in rifles (but mostly just in his gun: The Patriot)
Weapons: Twin short swords, the word “Soldier” is etched under the hilt on the first sword and “Crusader” on the other. They were given to him by the business man. They seem to emit a rather weak holy aura.
Force: Good
Allegiance:Iron-knights, though not an “official” member
Eye Color:Redish
Hair Color:White/grayish
Theme- YouTube - Metal Gear Solid 3 OST- Debriefing

Artifact-
Name: Seal of Vengeance
Forces: Good
History: ???
Powers Granted: Enchanted Strength, Seal of Vengeance
Corrupted Powers Granted: Incorruptible
Default Holder: Unknown, but may have been a member of the Holy Court.
Current holder: GreyFox
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Name:Alyx
Gender:female
Race:human
Age:26
Weight:(Won’t tell)
Height:about 5’7
History:As a young girl she used to live in a semi-rural town near the outlaw-ridden city of Havani. One day her town was turned into hell by a fire-fight by The Iron-sides and a group of renegade outlaws. After the fire-fight she was found under the ruble of the town by her future surrogate father, GreyFox. In her teens she was trained extensively by GreyFox in marksmanship, CQC and weapon handling. In her early adult years she went on as a mercenary due to the fact that her father said she wasn’t ready to be a soldier for The Iron-sides yet. This was also the same time that GreyFox had to leave prior to the Bandersnatch incident.
During the machine campaigns she was re-united with her father, but had only a short time before he died……
Description:(without armor)

Favors or Like: Guns, food, sleeping, spas
Hates or Dislike: Enemies, perverts…
Personality: Usually cheerful and positive, but bitter at some times
Combat Skills:
ADV. CQC, ADV. Marksmanship and swordsmanship
Weapons:
The Patriot- A high-powered modified assault rifle, it comes from a long line of sawed-off and modified rifles. The original was first made by a long-dead friend of her father.
Canox-cannon- A new revolver made by canox, it is the first high-caliber revolver of its kind.
*The market’s top selling revolver for 5 months straight…before the demons came
Standardized Iron-knight Holy Aurora katana.
Force:Good
Allegiance:Iron-knights
Eye Color:Hazel
Hair Color:black w/ red streaks
STATUS:ALIVE!

[GreyFoX]

“I am sorry to disturb you Mister...ahem...Mr. Noah De’anglo is it?”

Who are you? GreyFox saw the man standing in front of him. He had a navy-blue business suit and a black brief case. How was this possible?

“I am but a business man Mr. De’anglo and I have a great offer for you and if you can give me some minutes of your time I believe you will be very interested….” The man smiled
…

“Well Mr. De’anglo?”

My name is not Noah De’anglo!…I know for a fact that it wasMark…Otherwise known as GreyFox……And who are you!? GreyFox said

“Hahaha and you believed your Guardian Angel?”

How do you know about her?

“Ah details…*ahem* All these questions shall be answered in time Mr. De’anglo. Now about my business offer-

First tell me everything I must know! Who are you? How did you get here? And how do you know me!? He demanded

“Hmm, yes I do believe it was rude of me to barge in and not introduce my self. I can not give you my name at this moment in time, but I can say this: My employers have grown interested in this world and coincidently I have taken interest in this world as well." The man said as he straightened his tie

What does this world have that you and your employers interested?

“Well that too can not be answered, however after monitoring the people of this world your existence caught my attention. You remind me of my younger self in a way”

Baffled by this strange man's offers and presence, he did not know what his agenda is. A thousand questions bloomed.

"Ah, I sense you are losing interest in this offer so I must say this: You would not have imagined what I had to do to keep you alive long enough for my employers to notice you."

What?! That's impossible...You're lying! It was my guardian angel! GreyFox said in disbelief

“Yes Mr. De’anglo, I feel very sorry that your life had too many twists and turns, more lose than gain, but now you shall regain all the memories you’ve lost and you shall know every event that occurred in your past, not the lies our Guardian Angel bestowed upon you. All you have to do is accept my offer and live long enough so my employers can fully realize you’re full potential."

Burning with great temptation, GreyFox- Noah De’anglo- could not decline the offer, but he could not bear himself to once again be separated from Heaven.

GreyFox accepted the offer and he took his last glimpse at the holy kingdom.

“Now wake up Mr. De’anglo, wake up and smell the ashes…”
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He stood up and he felt his body was more vigorous and robust than it had ever felt, not only that but he noticed his left eye was restored. Thoughts from his past echoed in his mind and faded away, he concentrated for a moment and he saw every event of his life unfold, every tragic, happy, and unforgettable moments. He finally felt satisfied and it seemed that a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders.

"Haha, Do not get too comfortable Mr. De’anglo, I need you alive."The man said, but he was no where to be seen.

“Right” GreyFox scoffed

"Do not worry, I took the liberty of giving you weapons that greatly aided some of my past clients, I do believe it will greatly improve your chance on surviving. Many great dangers are ahead of you so do not get too reckless because I do not want to lose a valuable client such as yourself."
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GreyFox gathered himself and looked around, it was a graveyard. He looked and noticed a headstone with an Iron-sides insignia on it.

GreyFox
Soldier, Father, enigma
Here lies one of the greatest soldiers of the Iron-sides
We shall never know his origins nor the extent of his devotion to the Iron-sides

"huh" He sheathed his two swords and exited the graveyard. He looked around and took a deep breathe.

"Feels great to be alive!" He shouted into the skies. He wondered what series of obstacles will come his way. "This will be one helluva fight" GreyFox said quietly.
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GreyFox kept walking down the winding dirt road, it seemed there was no end to it. He looked to the distant horizon and saw a(very) faint light streak through the skies. He wondered what it was for a moment, but redirected his attention on the road.

Soon he came across a field of dead crops. He walked through the field while hearing most of the crops crunch for each step he made. Almost thirty minutes later he finally got through the dead crop field and saw a small village. He saw a bonfire freshly burning in the middle of the village...

[Armand]

As the final rays of light sank over the tops of the buildings in the Axium Capital, Armand could feel tremors of disturbance from miles away- Someone releasing their capabilities of an angel.

Looking up, he felt the urge to reveal and unfurl his wings, leap into the air, and race to the source of this holy emanation. Placing a hand on the hilt of the Katana under his long coat, he felt an instant rush of emotions from an outside source, something he has experianced in the past.

Thus, he learned to gradually opened his subconcious to this invasive personality, and eventually was able to converse with it. In the beginning he was only able to recieve images and emotions from such contact, but now he has become much more in tune with Meibatsu, and can speak with it telepathicly if he willed. Over the years of use and reliance, he gradually came to form a slightly more personal relationship with his blade.

The nagging voice within his mind called to him, a female voice that oddly reminded him of someone he desperately wanted to see again.

"I see you cannot control your self again, silly. Desiring to leap off into battle once more? Thinking that it might be YOUR time to get back at the one they call Superion?"

His knuckles tightening upon the hilt, he did the only thing he could do at the moment; He walked to the nearest inn, and slept. Perhaps tomorrow night would reveal an opportunity to spread his wings and lop the head of a few demons. The thoughts of obliterating swarms of demon trash made him drift into the warm and peaceful oblivion of sleep.