GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[terence775]

Name: Artrix C. Phelix
Nickname: Artrix
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 26
Weight: Moderately Heavy
Height: About 170cm
History: His birth details are unknown. It was said that he lived on an island uncharted on the world map. He is also attracted to shiny objects. He claims that he studied under a Paladin. While in Travia, he worked as a medic. He saved many lives, but many were still lost during the war. He couldn’t save as many people if he stayed there, so he packed his bags and started traveling. He has made many friends in his travels and many of them are willing to help him if they can. Although often tempted to seek a place in the ranks of High Heaven, he dislikes being "caged" and enjoys his freedom. He is quite clumsy at times.

Description:

Favors: The forces of Good, Swords, shiny objects, freedom, friends, company
Hates: The forces of Evil, cruelty, revenge, bounty hunters, assassins, teleportation
Personality: Confident, Helpful, Cares for allies more than himself, attracted to shiny objects,
Combat Skills:

Defend- When his allies are in danger, Artrix will defend them even at the cost of his life.

Parrying- Artrix can parry most melee attacks that comes at him from the front.

First Aid- Artrix can use his skills as a medic to heal light wounds quickly.

Decent spearmanship- Artrix is quite adept at using spears, polearms or staffs.( long weapons)

Decent swordsmanship- Artrix is quite adept at using swords.

Sharp shooting- Using Lute, Artrix takes a few seconds to get a good aim and with luck, maims an enemy.

Weapons:

Lute- It is a light-weighted revolver, sporting a look like that of Phantom Cruise model. It functions on a special mechanism that is very complicated to use. This revolver uses special rounds which enhances armor piercing ability dramatically.

Phantom Cruise N [LOST]- An upgraded version of the Phantom Cruise model, sporting higher damage and better accuracy. Artrix won it from the Arena Battles, and pairs it with Lute.

Narezim Glaive- The Narezim Glaive is a polearm consisting of a single-edged blade on the end of a pole. The blade is affixed in a socket-shaft configuration similar to an axe head. The blade is about half a meter long, fitted onto a pole that is about 2 meters long. This glaive has a hooked end, easily pulling enemies towards the user or to hook their legs, making them fall. The glaive is also a good disarming weapon, pulling off enemy weapons and shields. Weirdly though, Artrix seems to be able to take this glaive out from his back even though he doesn’t carry a bag.

Lux X2 [LOST]- Two golden pistols created by Artrix. They boast strong fire power and high rate of fire but has bad accuracy and small clip size.

Iron Blade- A sword with a large blade compared with a regular sword. Its sheath cannot be removed at night and the blade has a slight glow in the morning. If the blade is forcibly removed from its sheath, it will make a loud creaking sound and snap back in.

High Class Sword- A sword made from high quality metal and leather. Expensive, but highly durable and lethal. Used only by the high class, hence the name.


Artifact: [None]
Force: Adventurers
Allegiance: Adventurers
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Status: Alive
Current Location: Arena

Last Updated: 25/8/2008

Artrix's Notes: N/A at the moment.

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Pushing through a few trees, Artrix saw a faint ray of light in the sky, which slowly dissapeared. Artrix thought it was a shooting star, and smiled as he made a wish. Clearing through the remaining few trees, there was a village not far off. Smoke was coming out from the village. Wondering what could go wrong, he made his way to the village.

As he made his way through empty houses, he saw a group of people, presumebly surrounding something, with their backs towards him. He went behind the houses, keeping his presence from others.

A group of other people charged straight towards a man, swords in their hands ready to kill.

What Artrix thought was blood was actually strange markings and symbols on the ground and walls. "Cultists?" Artrix whispered to himself.

One cultist attempted to stab the man, but he parried the attacked and countered with a crushing blow to the cultist's face. Two other cult members attempted to kill the old soldier. He dodged the sword slash, grasped the cultist's arm and wrestled him into the ground. The last of his assailants slowly walked to him with his sword raised in the air. He simply knocked the sword out of his hand with a hi-kick.

"STAND AND FIGHT! Your high Priest commands you!" The leader said. Artrix saw that he was the only one who actually had the strength to shout. Artrix sighed as he pitied the poor cultists, having nothing but their twisted beliefs.

Artrix decided to monitor the situation a little longer. Clearly the man who was being attacked wasn't one of them. But was he an ally or an enemy was another thing he needed to be sure of. Although Artrix was a good swordsman, he was no match for him if he would prove to be a minion of Burning Hell.

[_Zephyre_]

The angel took a step forward, then paused. The dry leaves barely rustled under her step. Suddenly, she was struck by an ovewhelming sensation of dizziness and fatigue. She dropped to her knees and promptly passed out.

(Feel free to discover her, pick her up, take her back to a village/town/city, and not rape her. Raping her could have...consequences. And before you decide to make her speak, bear in mind that she has no memory of her past before her angelhood.)

[XKjalX]

Geez. A demon interacting with an angel. Wouldn't that violate her oath/vow/word to kill all sinners (especially demons) and High Heaven's code of Conduct or whatever crap?

What about PN? He's not coming back? Most of us did.

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A dark red shadow walked along the dark alley of the rebuilt Axium, letting out a small sigh once in a while. A few groups of people, most are drunk with ale, walked past. He knew what was required of him. The only thing that kept him from doing so, was the green-gemmed amulet, dangling down his neck like a beacon to thieves. Problem is, thieves in that part seemed to be missing.

Apparently, they are now lying down an alley, creating puddles of blood.

He spotted a graveyard, on the hill nearby. A feeling shivered down his spine. What was it called? Ah. Fear. Spending years in hell seemed to be lifetimes.

The gate seemed closed, but unlocked. The lock was still on the gate. He opened the gate and walked through, trudging through the dirt road, looking at graves, and stopped until he saw a familiar one.

Kjalhasson Boudoin's grave.

What caused me to be forced into life once-again, I'll never quite know. The event was wierd. There was a brightlight, when we were preparing for...war? Me, along with some other demonic souls, got caught up in it and got teleported to the mortal planes. What happed to the demons afterwards, was diffrent.

"Hey! You in the red robes!"

The red robed man turned towards to two heavily-armoured soldiers, wsith badges, indicating their rank and group. Sargeants and from the Axium Knights, looks like it. One of them had black hair and carried a rapier with a crossbow located on the hilt of the sword. The other was taller, has brown short hair and a slightly-curved rapier with a bowstring stringed to both ends of the blade of the sword.

Ah.

"No-one allowed in the graveyard after midnight. We were about lock-up, but someone had found a bunch of dead thieves in an alley-- anyway, get outta here." the one with brown hair ordered, with seniority in his voice.

The black-haired sargeant just looked at where the hooded- and robed-man was looking at.

"You a friend of Kjalhasson?"

A pause, and then, he replied:

"More than that. Tell me, sargeants, he died from an unfortunate death, did he not?"

The taller sargeant was slightly startled by the voice and the question, given to him by a stranger.

"Who are you to ask such questions to us, stranger?"

"Erm...Jeremy, look at his amulet..." the black-haired sargeant whispered.

Jeremy Halser looked down and stared at disbelief at the amulet. His face then resolved.

"Wait, Gerd..."

He looked at the amulet, then the stranger's dark face.

"Nice amulet. Where did you get that from?" he questioned, sternly.

"I own it."

Jeremy looked unconvinced.

"I know everyone who owns that amulet."

"Well...you should know me."

Jeremy unsheathed his bow-rapier smoothly. At the same time, there was the absence of night-time noises but the sound of claws sliding out.

Gherony Halser stared at the gleaming claws with his mouth open. Jeremy Halser just pulled back his sword, to swing it to this abomination.

Thre red-robed figure quicky pulled down his hood.

Jeremy told himself later: This is a really f_ _ked up day for me.

The spiky black hair and the long face. Also, it seems to them that someone had gouged out his left eye, leaving a reddish hole.


...


"Kjal?"





"Heh. Very wierd, isn't it?" Kjal replied.

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The sun starts to rise, shining light on the face of Astra.
(It is now dawn. Heh. So much for timing.)

"I just can't believe it." Sargeant Gherony Halser of the Axium Knights said, never had been in so much disbelief in the past 5 years. "What caused you to do such a thing?"

Now holstered under his robes, his black "Nuckelavee's Spear" Phantom Cruiser N revolvers are hanging in holsters at his back. A rusty sword from the Knights Armory was given to Kjal by his request.

"A slaughter of 300 people...I've heard that rumour years ago. You must've been quite young."

Kjal pulled his hood over his head, and said "All I remember at the time was being angry. Very angry. I just felt like letting go. Wasn't enjoying it, believe me."

Jeremy continued to say "Not enjoying it? Men quartered into pieces, adventurers with their own weapons stabbed into their backs--"

"That's quite enough, brother. Still don't understand why you're leaving so soon."

"Lots of things to catch up with, lots to see."

Kjal smiled.

"One last thing. Can I hold onto Ailysa's amulet?"

"Ermm...I guess. We were hoping that she'd stumble along to Axium, but she never did."

He untied the amulet from his wrist that made it seem like a bracelet.

"I'll say you've said hello. And to every other people we know."

"Thanks." Gherony said. Too bad we can't leave Axium. Not since the Machine Campaigns."

He smiled again, then quickly turned his face into a stern look.

"I just want to warn you. Prepare yourselves. I think something soon is going to happen. Something bad. I just can't put my hand on it."

Silence ruled.

"I'm going now. Good luck to you and try not to die."

"You too."

"Yeah, man."

He smiled again and started to turn around.


Once Kjal was far on the New Road, Gherony looked uncomfortable.

"What's with you?" Jeremy asked.

"I think Kjal's up to something. He's a demon now, and he seemed to be stricken or something." Gherony replied.

"Normally, I'd call you a "dumbass of a human", but I think you're right this time."

They turned back to their great city and started patrolling.

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And now, Kjal's off. Horrible thing, if Shattershard wakes up and found Kjal walking quite normally down the road.

[Admiral]

Name: Montone
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Race: Blessed Human
Age: 19
Weight: 226
Height: 6'3
History: Born into slavery in the past, he brutally carved a path to freedom with bow and blades. Granted quick reflexes and uncanny luck after a brief stint in the afterlife of his people, he roamed his time slaying and plundering, only to be brought to this time, unawares of how or why.

Description:



Favors: Battle Prowess, Close Combat, Jewels, Gold, Fine Weaponry
Hates: Slavery, Cowardice
Personality: Taciturn, brutal, utterly fearless
Combat Skills:

Night Vision - Can see exceptionally well in the dark.

Dodge - Blessed with quick reflexes, he has uncanny agility and can dodge many attacks.

Cleave - Heaves his great claymore through the air in a circle about him, cutting through anything in his path.

Push - Blessed with a small mastery of the world around him, he can push the air surrounding him forward a small degree, knocking back anything in his immediate proximity, though it drains him to do so.

Weapons:

Mogrom's Blade - A giant claymore, taller than Montone himself, obtained from a four-armed beast in another realm. It is one of a set of four.

Walcom L2 Rocket Launcher - Nicknamed Betty. Comes with a scope and a shoulder strap.

Sawed-off Avenger MKII - Hidden in his pocket.

Artifact: [None]
Force: Adventurers
Allegiance: Adventurers
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Blonde
Status: Alive
Current Location: Camped inside the ruins of an old house outside of Axium.


EDIT: My first edit left an awful run-on. Still not great, as I needed it to end the same way, but, meh.

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Montone awoke with a start. It was the dead of the night, as the moonlight through the scattered holes in the roof showed. He raised his hulking form up to a sitting position and picked his great claymore up with ease, gazing down over the balcony. For the past month or so he had been staying on the third floor of this abandoned house, hiding out after robbing a weapons shop in the city. A man of his stature did not blend in well in this land, so he had taken to hiding out by day and prowling by night. If not for the resting travelers the past morning when he had returned to the house, whose presence had trapped him in the bushes until they were drawn away, following a distant light hurtling through the sky, if not for that, he'd have been out this night.

But that was not the case, and so he was here, alert, peering down over the balcony to find the source of the metallic clang that had awoken him. Like all of his people, he had exceptional night vision, and so he was just beginning to make out the shapes of half a dozen intruders upon his privacy when a blaze of light lit up the ground floor where they stood. Fearing that nothing but a bullet could come from such a sudden blast of light, Montone recoiled back over the edge of the balcony and hid for a moment. Realizing his mistake, he swore at his own cowardice under his breath, and then hopped lightly to his feet and stepped to the edge of the balcony.

Upon a second inspection, he saw a group of teenagers huddled around a bright flame drinking, smoking, and laughing loudly. Noise of this degree would surely attract the local authorities; an outcome that Montone simply could not allow. Silently, he leapt over the railing of the balcony and landed in a tri-point stance, softening his landing with his otherworldly abilities. He was no more than ten feet behind a couple that had just begun to kiss loudly, giggling all the while, and he glared with contempt at their hedonism.

He was upon them in a flash. He slashed downward across the neck of the male and through the torso of the female and then sprang through the gap between them to stomp out the small fire that the group had built. Before the remaining teens had had a chance to scream, Montone had pounced upon another couple. He grabbed the front of the boy's collar and slammed him down against the stone floor twice rapidly so that a pool of blood quickly began to spill out from under his head. The girl, he beheaded in one clean swipe as he released the dying boy's shirt. One couple remained, sitting directly behind the raging Aigalonian behemoth, whimpering but unable to move themselves from the spot. Montone turned on them, his catlike yellow eyes glinting in what remained of the firelight. The boy threw an arm in front of the girl in a feeble attempt of protection. Still in the unstoppable flurry of combat, Montone struck the boy twice in quick succession, first driving the hilt of the sword into his mouth once, knocking out several teeth, and then sending the second strike into his throat, crushing his windpipe.

As the boy feel back, a small puncture wound in his throat and blood pouring out from his mouth, Montone paused as he set eyes upon the horribly frightened girl in front of him, with tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

"Please..." she begged pitifully.

He contemplated her for a moment, and then knelt down, setting his claymore quietly upon the ground and reached out to her, drawing her frame into a one-armed embrace. He waited just a moment more for a sound of relief from the fragile frame in his grasp, which he gained to his delight. With his free left hand arm, he dropped a hand into his pocket and drew his sawed-off Avenger MKII. As a malicious grin spread across his features, he pressed the barrel lightly against the stomach of the girl and pulled the trigger.

A moment later, he had released the frail form and let it drop to the ground, pocketed his shotgun and shouldered his claymore, and had begun to gather up the bodies to hide in the cellar. In another thirty minutes he had hidden the remains behind some casks of wine and had dragged debris over the bloodstains on the floor. His safety ensured for at least one more night, he ascended to the third floor once more and laid down to sleep.

[controls]

Originally Posted by _Zephyre_

The angel took a step forward, then paused. The dry leaves barely rustled under her step. Suddenly, she was struck by an ovewhelming sensation of dizziness and fatigue. She dropped to her knees and promptly passed out.

(Feel free to discover her, pick her up, take her back to a village/town/city, and not rape her. Raping her could have...consequences. And before you decide to make her speak, bear in mind that she has no memory of her past before her angelhood.)

I'll take you up on that offer.

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He carried her delicate form through the shadows, ducking into small alleyways to avoid the patrolling militiants. He moved swiftly, carefully and stopped only to avoid the occasional peasant scurrying home from work. Epsilon made his way off the street and over to the small warehouse, where he had already set up his belongings. It was a small and derelict building, but it was empty and far from the mainstream shops, where there would be a better chance of being discovered.

He set her down inside, resting her head on a pile of rags he had taken from a local store on the way there. Epsilon retrieved his Zankantou from the corner of the warehouse and sat down. He watched her carefully from the corner of his eye but she made no movements. He began polishing his weapon with a wet cloth that he had also taken, removing the excess blood and draining it in a makeshift bin.

~*~

Omega dumped the bodies of his recent kill onto the scale and grinned over at the cashier. She studied him from top to bottom, eyeing him with meager interest then gave a curt nod and pulled out a small amount of Bounty from the register. Two armored men appeared from the back and took the demon corpses off the scale, retreating into the back again with the fresh kill. Omega watched the scale sink back to zero. He gingerly accepted his pay and flipped through the small wad, holding it with the loving care a mother might hold her child. His grin widened. Just enough for tonight's supper.

[Armand]

Originally Posted by _Zephyre_

(Feel free to discover her, pick her up, take her back to a village/town/city, and not rape her. Raping her could have...consequences. And before you decide to make her speak, bear in mind that she has no memory of her past before her angelhood.)

I think I'll-

...

Damn you Controls, I was just about to say that ">_<

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Walking from his inn after a peaceful night's rest, Armand strolled by the near-by General Store and Bounty Hunting store. He slowly paced up the door, and entered silently. Browsing the wanted posters, he decided to pick a few to hunt down, mainly to bring them to justice- And for the cash.

Pondering each outlaw, his eyes roamed over each poster, but stopped cold on the final two. One was for any demon or undead from Burning Hell, while the other was for what looked like an undead mage of sorts. While the picture of the criminal was blurry, there was enough detail to make his heart hammer, and his hand tremble. He knew that face, and no amount of blurring could change that. It was the face of Narmina, twisted in concentration of casting her magic.

At the same time, he heard a soft thumping sound come from behind him. Turning slowly, he drifted aimlessly around to not attract attention to himself. Nearing the front of the store, he noticed a man with what appeared to be some sort of... Drill spouting from his forehead. Handing over what seemed to be the corpses of Demon's, to the clerk, he appeared to recieve a pitiful amount of money in return. Clenching his hand upon the hilt of Meibatsu as to not make any noise, he pondered if he should do anything while this little exchange played out. Checking himself, and setting his bloodlust for demons back in place, Armand paced back over to the posters, and ripped both the poster of the Demon and Narmina's wanted poster from the wall, and stuffed them callously into his pant's pocket.

Nodding at the clerk, he drifted silently from the store, and began his search for Narmina, and any demon unfortunate enough to block his path.

[kumorilastangel]

Name: Nathan James/Hikaru Shiro (White Light)

Nickname: Tenshi No Inmetsu (Angel of Destruction)/Chaos

Race: Demon/Angel

Age: 22

Weight: 130

Height: 5,10

History: His mother was a Great Angel known for her grand and destructive power. Its reveled that Nathan's farther was a demon, The Arch Demon of Chaos. They were hunted down and killed by demons after falling in love and having a child, but before they died they hid there only child and left him there weapons, which they used to seal his true horrible power.. Now he has grown and walks the earth looking for something to call his own and find his true meaning in life. Madly in love with Sara and willing to do anything for her, he is not to be taken lightly. Five years ago he participated in the campaigns against the ruthless machine horde and managed to survive. Afterwards he was taken and trained in the magical arts of Axium by a powerful Sorcerer form Axium. He joined the group know as Grey Dust to protect the people as they rebuilt their shattered homelands. Recently his unit of Gray Dust went missing on a mission, some say it was a set up and some say that monsters got them.. Nobody really knows what happened; all they know is that Nathan and Sara are the only members of there Gray Dust unit left alive…….

Description: Dark brown skin (about medium shade), ear length messy Black hair/red streak, toned athletic body

Clothes: New black and Silver outfit with Slight Magic resistance, ankle weights for speed training.

Favors or Like: Sara, FOOD, Allies, Friends, Loyalty

Hates or Dislike: Weakness, people who betray others, cowards, Evil

Personality: Years of training has made him strong physically and mentally. Avid Believer in Bushido, brave but not stupid, shy, smart, quick thinking, laidback at the same time stressed and caring he can also be VERY cold hearted , and has a bad habit of never giving up easily. He is also madly in love with Sara and able to express his emotions freely.

Combat Skills: Extreme speed in short bursts (30-40mph for about 1 min), " Tenshi Gigei (Angelic Arts /Nick name for Nathan & Sara's magic) Strange psychic abilities , Increased reaction time In and out of stressful situations , Tai Chi Chuan (Ultimate Supreme Fist) Shunpo (Flash Step), Ryū Battō-jutsu, Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryū (Hiko Seijuro level)"God like speed" from training. Able to control Light Element(Magic ) (Training with the psycho Sorcerer paid off). Strange eyes called Metsuki no Junshin (Eyes of Purity) that change during battle at his will able to see 360 degrees and a few meters ahead for 5minutes at a time and needs 10 min cool down but can use normal features of eyes (glowing, able to see further and see in the dark and can look into Anyone's Soul but won't because its rude. He's also gained the ability to see demon auras.)


Weapons: Sword made by unsealing his true power to fight Controls, named Katana no Tenrai Amatsu Inmetsu meaning Blade of Divine Heavenly Destruction( Its very picky about its user ) and a Tanto or Mini Katana named Hogosha Meaning Protector which transforms into his sword's sheath, Two Zaurus B revolvers found after the battle in Los Andreas (King of Spades(Has the ability to shot twice with one shot) & The Ace of Hearts) along with a Breaker 8,One Gold and black revolver kept in the back of his belt along with 4 frag grenades.

Artifact: Name: Katana no Tenrai Amatsu Inmetsu (Blade of Divine Heavenly Destruction)
Forces: Good
History: Nathan's sword made by unsealing his true power to fight Controls by throwing of the shackles of his mothers protection. Sharp enough to cut through Light its self and near impossible to break. But the question arises what was his mother protecting? Him? Or those around him?
Powers Granted: Channeller, Bind, Decapitation
Corrupted Powers Granted: Powerless, Tainted
Default Holder: Nathan
Current Holder: Nathan


Force: High Heaven

Allegiance: Adventurers

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: Black

Status: Alive

Current Location: Refugee Camp

Other Skills: Plays Violin and Flute

Theme Song:Download Breaking Benjamin Unknown Soldier


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Name: Sara Higgs/Sumi (The refined one.)

Nickname: Tenshi no Ankoku (Angel of Darkness)

Gender: Female

Race: Artificial Angel

Age: 22

Weight: None of ur freakin business.

Height: 5,6

History: She met Nathan 10 years ago and it was "love at first sight". Before she met him she was mean and never smiled, she hated ALL because she never had any one love her. Her step parents where afraid of her power and she was treated very badly and one day she left their home after injuring them. She ended up in the same dojo as Nathan. Now she is easy going ,carefree and trying to find her place in the world. It is reveled that she is an artificial angel created for the sole mission of combating demons. The program failed and was discontinued because the "finished units" could not distinguish friend from foe. They were all suppose to be terminated but one was saved. The lethal defect was manifested as a second personality which was destroyed by Nathan. Now madly in love with Nathan and willing to do anything for him, she is not to be taken lightly. Five years ago she participated in the campaign against the ruthless machine horde and managed to come out on top. Afterwards she was taken and trained in the magical arts by a powerful Sorcerer form Axium. She joined the group know as Grey Dust to protect the people as they rebuilt their shattered homelands along side Nathan every step of the way. Recently her Gray Dust unit went missing on a mission, some say it was a set up and some say the monsters got them….. Nobody really knows what happened; all they know is that Sara and Nathan are the only members of there Gray Dust unit left alive…….



Description: Light Brown Skin, Black Hair right past her shoulders with a white streak down the middle, and the tattoo of the kanji for darkness on her right shoulder.


Cloths: Brand New Smexy Grey Dust Uniform(Slight Magical resistance)


Favors or Like: Nathan, Weapons, Dark Places, Money, Fairness, love stories, and Food

Hates or Dislike: Weakness, Cowards, Idiots, Evil

Personality: Fun, usually quiet, caring but comes off cold and blunt sometimes, loving, and battle loving

Combat Skills: Tenshi Gigei (Angelic Arts), Prefers Long Range but quite good at Close Range fighting, Increased reaction time, Master of Jujutsu , Mujushin Kenjutsu (Sword style), and Shunpo ( Flash Step) . Natural control of Darkness (Magic). Recently mastered this power under the supervision of "The Sorcerer". Also has an Angel ability the same as Nathan except she grows 4 black wings speckled with white feathers.

Weapons: AM S4 Sniper Rifle (Up graded for faster rate of fire, less recoil wile slightly sacrificing power) on her back. Attachable Silencer, extended clip to 8 shots. Her new sword Kage Karite (Shadow Reaper it is also very "picky" about its user.) hanging loosely off her hips just below is her jet black Zaurus Ax5's.

Artifact: Name: Kage Karite (Shadow Reaper)
Forces: Good
History: Sara's blade made by compressing the most powerful darkness of Heaven into a sword that has no equal.
Powers Granted: Channeller, Bind, Decapitation
Corrupted Powers Granted: Powerless, Tainted
Default Holder: Sara
Current Holder: Sara


Force: High Heaven

Allegiance: Adventurers

Nations: ?

Faction: Adventurers

Eye Color: Sparkling Green (Black When Angry)

Hair Color: Jet Black.

STATUS: ALIVE

Current Location: Refugee Camp

Other Skills: Can play piano, sing and read music.

Theme Song:Download Breaking Benjamin Evil Angel (demo)

[kumorilastangel]

Nathan awoke in a cold sweat. Sara looked up at him from the other side of the bed. "Are you ok?" She ask in an concerned voice.

"I'm fine." he answered his body shivering even though it was a fairly warm night.

"That dream again?" She asked not ready to drop the subject.

"Yea." Nathan said shaking his head to clear his mind.

Sara slid closer and hugged Nathan. "It wasn’t your fought, it was just a bad turn of events."

"Yes." Nathan said trying to convince him self it was true. "Yes, just a bad turn of events."

"Lets go back to sleep." Sara said gently pushing Nathan back down into a laying position.

" Just a bad turn of events." Nathan whispered slowly laying down.

A tear of blood rolled down his cheek.

"Bad events." Nathan whispered slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep…….
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Sara held Nathan until he dosed off.

She remembered what had happened three years ago with crystal clarity.

Their unit of Gray Dust, Dark Storm had been sent to a hidden village of thieves who called themselves The Night Blade Assassins who had been raiding the newly rebuilt towns destroyed by the machines two years before, at first it didn’t seem like a job for group like Gray Dust who had only taken on elite jobs like protecting the royal family, and putting down secret rebellions.

That all changed when they learned that they would try and assassinate the king and assume power in the ensuing chaos and anarchy.

Needless to say they where dispatched quite quickly to kill the Head Master of the village.

As much as they detested doing such an "easy" mission, orders where orders.

They arrived at the village only to find it completely empty and devoid of life.

They figured it might be a trap so Nathan, Sara, Blaine, Chris and Mosses slowly and quietly made their way to the headmasters house to invegestgate further. Finding nothing in or around the head masters home they began to suspect that they had been tricked into coming to this "ghost village".

They prepared to return to base and make their report, but before they could get to the gates of the village a great fog of the most dense darkness appeared.

They could not see even a few meters into the distance, Sara could not control it and Nathan's Metsuki no Junshin could not even begin to pierce it, the darkness was overwhelming.

Human like Shadows began to move in and out of the darkness, one reached out and sliced Blaine's chest open, just a minor wound.

"What the hell!?" He exclaimed jumping back from the wall of impenetrable darkness clutching is bleeding wound.

The group unsheathed their weapons and prepared to fight the enemy they could not see.

"Where is it." Chris asked his looking into the dense darkness. "Where is the enemy?!"

"Calm down." Mosses said ever cool. "Focus on the battle at hand and never let the enemy get the best of you! He said lashing out with his sword and cutting one of the hidden creatures in half.

It fell at the groups feet, but they weren't prepared for what they saw.

It looked to be a human its flesh rotted and decayed down to the bones, it was one of the most disturbing things they had ever seen.

They took one look at the body and knew what they where up ageist high level necromancy, "Retreat, now!" Nathan called out "Find the caster he must be close by!"

The group began to move with propose, even through the dense darkness they ran looking for "the source" of this powerful necromancy.

Blaine came to a sudden stop and turned and faced where the enemy should have been and unsheathed the giant sword he kept on his back "Giston's Soul".

"Go on ahead and find "the source" I'll keep them busy." He said a fierce look in his eyes.

"No Blaine!" Chris shouted stopping and rushing to Blaine's side.

Nathan grabbed him by the shoulder turned him around and looked into his eyes, " Keep moving Soldier, that’s an order." He said his eyes glowing a blazing white.

Chris nodded understanding the urgency of the situation.

"Don't die." He whispered to Blaine and continued to run with the others.

Blaine answered only by plunging his sword into the ground and gathering strength from the earth its self for the most powerful attack he had made in is life.

"Come!" He screamed at the enemy "Show me a good time tonight!" and with that he released his most powerful spell "Giston's Soul; Obliterating Might" the attack that would end his life using his very soul as the power source for it. He died with a smile……….

Nathan looked behind him and saw a flash of light and felt Blaine's life-force fade away, he dared not stop, Chris and Mosses however stopped and turned only to see the darkness was still there with shadows still moving in and out of it.

"Sara, Nathan can you guys take care of "the source"?" Mosses asked. "I feel like doing something stupid today."

Nathan was just about to protest when he released it was futile, even if he ordered them to move they wouldn’t. "Yea we can find him." He said turning his back to them so he couldn’t see their faces. "Just don’t die here."

"Yea right." Chris said.

"Not here." Mosses said shaking his head.

"Sara." Nathan said. "Lets move."

She moved not looking back at Chris and Mosses for if she did she would want to stay fight and die with them.

Chris turned to Mosses. "You don’t have to do this, I can handle them my self."

"Right like I'd leave you here you stupid "hot head"." Mosses replied with a smile.

Chris Smiled and raised his blade glowing with the fire of Canopus' blessing and Yelled "Canopus' Smite, this is for Blaine you bastards!"

Mosses did the same with a more serious look on his face and yelled "Winscar, Slay!" And in a bright flash of light they vanished using their souls as the ammunition for their greatest attacks to hold back the enemy long enough for Nathan and Sara to find the one controlling the ruthless " Undead Scourge".

Nathan stopped as he felt his friend's life force slip away, Sara also stopped and turned to face Nathan.

He shook with uncontrollable anger and rage, his eyes red but no tears fell from them.

Suddenly a cloaked figure stepped out of the darkness and into the feeble light of the moon and said " Too bad about your friends, I thought they would last longer."

Nathan and Sara turned to face the newcomer, It smiled and said "Yes I am the one who killed your friends, and you shall be next."

As he spoke Nathan flinched, is hands curled up into fist so tight his fingernails pierced the flesh of his hands causing them to bleed.

Suddenly he dropped his head, opened his hands and screamed at the top of his lungs, an ear piercing battle shout that could "wake the dead".

The hooded figure smiled, "Yes show me your pain and anguish, show me your anger!"

"Shinkuronaizu Joukai Tsuchi!" Nathan screamed.

As he spoke two sets of angelic wings shot from his back, his Gray Dust uniform turned brilliant white with gold streaks and his hat flew off into the distance.

His hair turned white and unraveled from the neat bun he usually kept it in.

"Kieuseru!*" he yelled charging the figure with amazing speed leaving a bright white streak behind him.

The hooded figure only smiled and raised its arm drew it back and let the claws extend from his hand.

They struck each other at the same time, Nathan managed to stab the figure through the heart and the hooded one missed his heart stabbed him through the torso.

Nathan looked down at the man whom he had stabbed, it was the Head Master of the village the man the had been sent to kill, except his face was horribly twisted and the flesh hung from his bones he had been turned into a "zombie puppet master".

"Hahahahaha it chuckled, you where more formidable that I realized, but this time I wont miss." he said pulling his hand out of Nathan's torso.

"Hn." Nathan grunted and twisted his sword in this things chest and said "Shiro Kasai Karite."

The "hooded one" exploded in a burst of white fire as it streamed from Nathan's sword.

He fell to the ground his foe vanquished.

With the puppet master gone the extreme and unnatural darkness faded and those under his control where released and fell to the ground their souls no longer forcibly bound to the mortal realm.

Sara rushed to Nathan's side as his angelic powers faded from him.

"I'm sorry." Nathan whispered to Sara.

"Shhh, rest I'll heal your wounds." Was all she said in a southing voice.

Nathan nodded and fell into a deep sleep bleeding profusely from his wound.

They later learned that the Head Master had sold his soul to a demon for power and then killed the whole village under his command and raised them up as his own undead army to kill the King and slowly take control for the entire world.

They also learned that the demon was not after the headmaster or the king, but that he was after another person…………………..
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Kieuseru: Die
Shiro Kasai Karite*: White Fire Reaper
/Bow :Forgive me for the double post it wouldn't all fit in one.

[XKjalX]

EDIT: I have decided to dedicate this post to explaining Kjal's well-being. His history is included here, because I can't keep updating his history on the char page. I went over the limit of 10k letters (>< P).

The Extended, Updated and Explainative History Of Kjalhasson Boudoin

The reason why Kjal fights, and why did he pick demons instead of angels:

Kjal had the desire to stop the war, because peace was just less bloodier. People die, people cry and people fought. He believes it goes around in circles. The only way was to break the cycle. Even if it was just a long pause, it was satisfactory. He never believed in Heaven or Hell, which led to the confusing result of HOW did he manage to make a deal with Burning Hells approximately 7 years before his death...and why. He had believed in the cycle. The cycle had affected his mother, his father and recently, his brother. The only thing Kjal could do was insert himself into the cycle, find a crack and break it.

The reason he had not taken the side of Angels was he believed they were restricted to what they can do, and this was proven true by most angels AFTER he had finished his demonic deal. The demons were more "free" to do what they can, which turned them into something like a mindless swarm of rage, while some demons of more intelligence become the levers which let lose the dogs of hell and open the gates for them, rather like Kjal.

The History of Kjal:

Killed during the Machines Campaign by his brother in an accident of some sort, He was buried in Axium. Some of his friends believe that he went to Heaven, looking at his personality and his acts, which had spoken of good. He didn't.

He went to hell. It was because that he went on a hellbent rampage in a populated small town, practically off the map of Astra. Approximately 300 were murdered. If you were to inspect the bodies, you would find out that all of them were killed in a duration of 3 days, women, children, men and adventurers included.

Kjal is not merely given a will, unlike zombies. He now had a demon soul, that apparently uses a person mind to shape itself, but corrupts the mind with bloodlust. The demon soul is, essentially, Kjal himself. The Gehda Amulet is him as well, but before his own death. As far as we know, Kjal's sanity is able to insert thoughts into his old body. The other demons, who ended up like him, likes to call themselves and him a Dehuman, which is merely a play on words that meant "Demon Human" and a degraded human.

When Kjal met with Harper for the third time, inside the Sunburg Stadium, it was revealed Kjal made a deal with the devils. He would've surely gone to heaven for his actions, but his bond with hell stayed true. From there, he was given power, as promised for the trade of 300 souls. But instead of releasing him, when receiving his end of the deal, they trapped him in Hell. They tortured him. This is the reason why Kjal has demonic arms and one eye.

They trained him to be on their side, and to be a disposable assasin. Like all corrupted sinners, Kjal was forced to follow along, but the Gehda Amulet stayed with him when he died, keeping him sane with the personality. When the demon inside awoke, so did the gem, giving Kjal three personalities: Sane, Demonic, and himself.

The demon overpowered the two, yet gave control to them. This was because a dehuman soul is created in order to take the mind of a sinner, and shape the mind and/or itself into a killing being. But since Kjal had two personalities, when the original Kjal got corrupted, the gem awoke and corrupted the demon in turn. Thus, the demon soul is almost the same as Kjal, but has a mind of its own. He gave Kjal back a personality: the original. This let's Kjal be normal without acting like a demon.

Kjal remembers the moment as he felt a burning sensation upon his death. It was a trigger of the deal, leading him down to hell before angels could take his soul. From there, he was tricked by a warlock with whom he made a deal with, who would also will be referred to as his mentor. Kjal killed him off when he had fainted in Los Andreas.

As hell had little power over Kjal, the whispers proved ineffective. Something protects him from the words, and no hellspawn could command him. Then, they had decide to cripple the only thing that they control: his magic. Kjal and his Demon had normal prowess of the power, but combined with his newgained speed and dexterity, they took away his ability to use them.

As a dehuman, Kjal requires a hellgate to renew himself, from time to time. If he were to stay near holy powers for a long time, he would find himself weakened. It would not kill him, but it disturbs him.

But after the Sunberg devestation incident, Hell has rejected his presence, and could no longer hold Demonic energies. His life depended on something that resembles a golden twenty-sided die, which absorbs demonic energies from hell and into it. It did not last long. A fight with a Dark Apostle in the Gehda Mines had broken the object but instead of the magical magnetic energy being dispersed, it was redircted back towards Kjal. Now, Kjal was a "well" of demonic energies, making him a beacon for any angelic vigilante or demonic beserker nearby.

It was revealed that the influence of being a demon on Kjal was increasing. When he exited the mines unconciously, he had killed a travelling trader unwillingly and unknowingly. The voices of the demon spirit and the Gehda Amulet were less noticeable than ever, as the wretched whispers began to overlap his mind... As time passes, the effect of the demon influence increases, as does his strength. This worries Kjal, and sooner or later, he'd have to find a supressant.

Boudoin Family Legacy:

"Gunfingers" Boudoin was a man whose past was even more clouded than his son's. It was said that he was found as a teenager, floating on a shipwreck off the nothern coast. The fishermen that found him was from Dagger's Cliff, a town full of honest trickery. They rob off the haughty rich, but help the pitiful poor. They tend to base their actions of other people, and Gunfingers was one of the helpful type.

Gunfingers said he did not know who he was, and that the only thing he could remember was his last name, but nothing else. And soon, he proved himself useful. When the winter came, he apparently had skill with a hunting rifle, and brought back many innocent rabbit meat for the villagers. He also turned out to be a good swordsman, handling a blade with a style like no other men.

Years past, and so did the fight between the Empire and the Republic. Trade prospered and the village grew. The Age of Adventurers started, and so did Gunfinger's career. Gunfingers was probably 18 when the age of adventurers started, and he didn't dream about anything. .The man offered Gunfingers some sort of job, and said it included weapons. Gunfingers agreed and followed the man out around Empire.

Gunfingers met many people; street gangs, adventurers, treasure hunters and many more from across the continents. The reason why was because the man that offered him the job was a black-marketeer. Starting from a port, Gunfinger's life became treacherous. After 15 years of travelling to every corner of Axium, Gunfingers had a famous amount of bounty wanted fo his head. Not pretty much large, but he was rather good with guns and at melee, it made him into some sort of infamous hero.

At one point, he was invited to a tournament. It was a free-styled live tourney, the match-ups made up on the spot, and everyone gets hurt, but with less damage. The worst damage the tourneey do was deep wounds and small bullet wounds, due to the modified bullets they give out. Even swords were allowed, but since the matches were monitored, no one actually died.

Gunfingers had done well, until he met Faerisa Alcheis.

He haven't heard of anyone by the name, and he found himself staring from time to time at his opponent. She was certainly distracting him on purpose, even during the duels. Walking around with an air of arogance, Gunfingers had noticed that she let the veil of pride down when she looked at him. And finally, the effect of the distraction took it's toll.

When Gunfingers had the chance to pull the trigger on his Phantom Cruiser and win the duel, he didn't. But Fareisa had pulled out a Raven 7 and shot him directly on the shoulder, which punched through his coat and into the shoulder. Gunfingers fell into a faint, as his last vision was of the sweet-faced, but non-smiling image of Fareisa.

When he woke up, the tourney was over. Fareisa was sitting beside him, with the scoreboad being displayed. Fareisa had only gotten to the semi-finals, but she was victorious nonetheless. From there, Fareisa followed him, and together, Gunfingers black marketing had even gained him even further fame and both braved the deep of Axesium's dungeons, hunting for treasure of value, until one day...

TO BE CONTINUED DUE TO OVERLIMIT XD

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@Zeph Kill joy! >:(
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Alyx
Location:Ruins of llys

"Move it! We haven't got all day soldiers!" Alyx commanded. Her platoon of uneasy and disgruntled recruits lugged the heavy equipment around the deep chasm in the center of the once-great capital llys. The equipment, known as "Angel's breathe", are used as locks to hell gates, keeping the demons at bay until members of the order can fortify the barrier, however the smaller, less fierce minor hellspawns could easily get through the barrier.

After a while the Angel breathe equipments were properly stationed around the chasm, A painful reminder of the machine campaigns (llys was destroyed by a huge laser beam right? correct me if I'm wrong). "Ok that should do it" the technician said as he activated the main controls.

"Ma'am, how could you be sure that this place can be a possible hot spot? There hasn't been any hell gates for roughly three months now" A soldier said.

"Tell me why you still wear that armor, private" Alyx said in rebuttal. She walked up to the exhausted soldier and then faced the rest of the platoon."This is onlythe eye of the storm, ladies" She said as she removed her helmet. "If you think their last assault was bad...just wait". Some of the crew was surprised their leader had such a warm face.

"Tech, hit the switch" Alyx ordered. As the technician activated the four Angel breathes a screaming hail blasted from the chasm. "BANSHEES!!!" A soldier exclaimed. The platoon readied their weapons, "Deploy the rail guns!" Alyx radioed. Soon two hunter-copters descended, their rail guns aimed directly into the chasm.

After moments of dead silence a lone banshee practically exploded out of the dark chasm with lightning-fast speeds. The hunter-copters fired thier rail guns, but failed to hit the target. The Banshee frantically flew around the area seeking a soul to devour. It spotted Alyx and dove right at her, ignoring the bullets being fired at the she-devil.

Alyx unsheathed her Holy aurora sword, but was swepted from the ground by the banshee. The banshee gave a deafening screech, but Alyx was able to hear small demonic voices."give us your soul", the words echoed in her mind. Soon she grasped the banshees throat and quickly attempted to crush the demon's throat. However the banshee widened its gaping mouth, ready to devour Alyx's soul. She reached for her CQC knife and stabbed and tore the banshee's throat. Badly injured, the banshee let go of her would-be prey and tossed her.....