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In a world where knights rule the land, the forces of darkness and light clash yet again in the never ending quest in the pursuit of power. 

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The Azure Knight

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PostPosted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:58 am


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Name: Ikatsu Koushaka

Age: 23

Race: Demon

Gender: Male

Rank: 3rd class

Faction: Knight of Internal Darkness

Elements: Gift of the Dark Prince: A power given to him by bloodline right. This power makes it capable to bend the darkness to his will. Used as a weapon and shadow clones for an extra edge when outnumbered.

Weapon: Dual Katanas; His prized possessions and his most used weapons. He considers the two swords a replacement for the mother and father that abandoned him as a child and holds them dear to him.

Blade of Skeletons: Received from the deceased Jisatsu Hidan (See Dawn Striders profiles for details), this sword is now the third blade in his arsenal. the blade is made of titanium and infused with bone giving it more toughness and durability.

Techniques: The greatest, but most costly move in his arsenal is the Dual Dragon summoning. It requires a self-bloodletting sacrifice that takes a long period of time, once the sacrifice is complete the summoners arms transform into the Yin-Yang Dragons Where you go into a berserker state where he attacks both friends and enemies. He has only needed to use this move once before, and it ended with the scar on his chest.

Bio: Ikatsu's true parent were demons, but he was born among humans in the Jade village. He was an orphan who never knew his parents, all he had to remember his past was a skull pendant with ancient writings that he could not read. Besides never knowing his parents he had lived an almost normal life until his powers began to spill out during his early teen years. He was still too young to realize what death was and accidentally killed another orphan when he thought he was only playing with him. The other kids began to fear him, and then that fear turned into hate.
The hate of the orphans began to turn into action against Ikatsu. They ganged up on him and beat him up on a daily basis. Ikatsu never wanted any trouble, but he always seemed to attract it wherever he went. His pacifism stopped him from standing up for himself and the beatings from the other orphans continued.
His late teen years arrived and his built up rage was consuming his pacifism. He slowly began to go crazy and even scarred himself in the chest with a knife and accidentally triggered the Dual Dragon Summoning and killed all the orphans who tortured him all those years. His rage made him think that death was fair for the years of torture they brought him, but he also destroyed the orphanage in the process. This was the only time pain and suffering was ever known withing the Jade village, but was erased from the history books for obvious reasons. After his slaughter fest, he received strange vision that brought him to a bizzare conclusion: He was the Prince of Darkness. He believes that he was born from the King and Queen of Darkness and they abandoned him to make sure there was no big publicity. Whether that's true or not, he doesn't know, but it is what he believes. There was only one thing he didn't understand yet "What is my destiny?" With this question floating in his mind, Ikatsu set himself forth to make his own destiny as a Knight of Internal Darkness.

Personality: It's not that he's short fused, he is simply violence-trigger-happy. After his years of accidentally always getting into trouble, he has grown accustom to getting into trouble and tries to start a fight. When he's not violent, he's usually silent, nonchalant, and stoic. Because he never had a family to live up to, he's naturally arrogant and selfish. For some odd reason he usually refers to humans as 'Ningen' Which is an insulting and disrespectful way refer to somebody as a 'lesser human'

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 1:41 pm


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Name: Ritosune Shiro

Known As: The Demon of the Snow

Birthdate: December 30

Age: 18

Race: Half Demon [Released Form]

Gender: Male

Rank: 3rd Class

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Poison/Decay, Darkness

Armor: Armored Hatred

Weapons:
- Armored Claws
- Buster Sword
- Combat Knife

Techniques: Ritosune uses his element of poison and darkness in battle as a deadly combination. He shrouds the area in darkness, Then after that is done he uses his steal claws that are covered in a distinct acid that can cause poisoning to enemies and decaying to certain kind of metals.

Bio: Growing up Ritosune was trained to move quickly and silently, which caused him to drop most a equipment will keeping his armor as strong as he possible could. Despite the looks off some part of his armor it is very stable and not as easy to break or rip as it seems. At a young age while training with his armored claws, he scratched his face, giving himself the scare on surrounding his eye. Because of the scratch he was sent to a hospital for poison treatment. The treatment had huge side affects for on his eyes became stuck in its demon form, yellow cat like eyes. Also tract amount of the poison was left in his body that the treatment couldn't fix, after many eyes of treatment his body became immune to the poison that he uses.

Personality: Ritosune is a very direct person and seems to have no respect for anyone but himself. He believes that life should be viewed as a card game and that if you don't have the right cards to stay alive you will die. This causes him to come of as a very argent person to may, but he never really cares. Also he has a tremendous amount of mental strength with helps in battle or any every day task.

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 3:33 pm



User Name: xx__CBK__xx

Name:
Ryoko {Ryo} Sarin

Age: Unknown

Race: Ghost {Former half-angel}

Gender: Female

Rank: None

Faction: None {Though she tends to be around the Dark Knight's Fortress}

Elements:
Ghost-ness....?

Weapons: Bow of the Ghost Queen - A bow that gives it's possessor the power to control any other ghosts out of sheer power. The bow can dispel any ghost hit with an arrow, though it takes quite a while to master it's power. The arrows have little affect on the living.

Techniques:
Though technically she is dead, Ryo carries a ghostly bow on her back. It does not work on the living, only the dead. {Or rather, undead.}

Sustenance - To retain her 'form', Ryo must suck the life force from a living creature. When this is needed varies, depending on the strength and will of her previous victim. The stronger, the longer they will sustain Ryo in her ghostly form.

Bio:
Ryo was originally a Holy Knight, her family of the angels. Her father was one of high ranking, and her brother Daisuke was in the tracks of their father. Sadly, Ryo was never given the real chance to become the great swordsman she had the potential to be, though became a master with the bow and arrow and the chusen.

When Ryo's brother was killed in an attack on the Knights of Darkness, the girl went mad with grief. Daisuke had been her closest, and dearest friend. After months of plotting, Ryo attacked the Dark Knights' base on her lonesome, and was eventually overcome by the Dark Lord himself. Instead of murdering the woman before him, Tokushi took Ryo under his wing, and the archer switched sides.

Ryo was shown the soft side of the Dark Lord, and the two were drawn to one another. Using some weirdo technique, Tokushi took his human soul, and split it into two parts. Devione and Deviont. Happiness and Sadness. Anger and Calm. Angel and Demon.

Neciel and Cyrus.

Personality:
Ryo is usually rather cheerful, or calm. Though she has a quick temper, she recovers from angry outbursts easily. She's very motherly, and tends to fret over the younger generation, and goes out of her way to to do what she can for them.

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:41 pm


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Name: Lord Tyrannus Fleur A.K.A The Lord of Darkness

Age: 18

Race: Manadea Dionarosa (Demon)

Gender: Male

Rank:Legendary (Hell Born Fiend)

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Dark Flame

Weapons: None

Techniques: His Techniques hove now become vast and limited only to the complete and utter control of the Internal Darkness, and the legendary Dark Flame.

Bio:


In The Past...
Prince Manadeas Fleur is is the combined result of a Necromancer and a Botanist. When famous Necro-Lich Aggamus Rah fell in love with Kaira Darius, expert botanist who studied the rare and beautiful Manadea Flower, the Lich was eager to make her his. After years of stalking and anonymous gifts, the two finally got together, fell and love, and tried to start a family. Though how an Undead Necromancer could have a child is beyond me, they did. Or at least tried to.
Eventually, Kaira became pregnant, and the Lich became happier that his undead self could bear.
Unfortunately, both Kaira and the child died while the child was about to come into the world.
Grieving, the wretched Lich took the dead child from the womb, restless to give it life.
After a million tries, the Lich turned to the only source it could think of, his wife's passion, the rare and mystical flower, the Manadea.

The once unpickable flower, the Manadea, a flower that was said to be untouched even by death, was picked worldwide by the lich, his vile determination keeping the Manadea from draining him to dust.
Over the course of three years, Aggamus Rah collected every Manadea in the world, he collected one thousand of them, and placing his dead child in a field of them, he used his evil energies to fuse the Manaday's with the boy, thus, Prince Fleur was born an abomination of nature.

Despite Being an Abomination, prince Fleur was a beautiful child, too beautiful to be raised in the hands of such a horrible creature, so, out of love for the now extict Manadea, the Godess Queen Arcania Fleur who ruled over all plantlife, took the child to raise as her own.
She named him, Prince Manadeas Fleur, after the flower which gave him life.
The lich, now with absolutely nothing, killed himself in a fit of irony.

The Manadea, a flower of the gods, is said to live through every season, untouched by heat or wind or rain or cold, thus it is known as the flower even death wouldn't pick. The Flower is also known to take the characteristics of any flower near it, making it change color, or even grow thorns and different plant characteristics. The Manadea is said to protect the plant life around it from predators and all those who would destroy flowers, in return, the manaday steals the nutrients and energy from the roots underground, and even energies from the air around it, suffocating weeds around it. It is said, the Manaday is an energy leech, able to steal energy from any humanoid or animal around it.

For the past few years, Prince Fleur has been under the care of the Goddess Arcania. When Fall and winter come round, Prince Fleur takes over the kingdom of Plantea, a haven for all flower and plant spirits, whose citizens range from flower faeries, to Tree spirits, to Flower Core Arcanes. Fleur is even the head organizer to re summon the Goddess to her throne every year.
In the past few months however, Fleur has been exiled by his uncle, the Evil Arcadius Fleur, who has corrupted his Kingdom, and refuses to summon his sister back to is throne. Out of His paradise, Fleur seeks a new horizon, looking to rid the world of such corruption and one day, regain his throne and re summon his mother to her rightful place.


Present Day...

Fleur has inherited the throne of the Internal Darkness, and all that comes with it. He claims right over the lands of Darkness, and in the short time as Lord, re imaged the whole of the Dark Lands, and enforced his majesty upon them.
The Lord of Darkness now sits in the Black Rose Throne...
... the dark gears of his mind plotting the next act of power against the world, and the light.



Personality: Fleur is prideful ruler... with a fist of iron and darkness he instills fear and respect from all who follow him... but mostly fear from those who do not. Fleur is calm, sinister, and intelligent... rarely does he get angry, but that does not mean the man cannot be displeased...
...displeasing Lord Fleur usually ends up very badly.
Fleur enjoys solitude, and despite his utter responsibility towards the Darkness, finds time to rest and relax in his personal garden.
All in all, Fleur can be heartless, cold and snide if he deems you unworthy... but if you are deemed worthy of his company, he will show you the same respect you show him, and will welcome you as a guest to the darkness.
Few Dare go against the new Dark Lord...
...but somewhere, where the man has lost his heart and emotion, there is a breach in his armor, reserved only for one other.


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Tera Shade

PostPosted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 4:32 am


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User Name:Tera Shade

Name: Kiara shade

Age: 19

Race;Shadow-Light/Rage demon

Gender:Female

Rank:3rd class

Faction:Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements:controls poison and weather
Weapons:Her claws and her voice

Techniques:Kiara has the ability to sing and cause others to fall into a trance.In which she controls their every movement.

Bio: Kiara is one of 4 sisters her twin Tera is the one she became closest too.When the two were 9 they were sent down to the planet in between the two realms after their 'LIGHT' angel stepmother married their father the king of shadow demons.The womans first child was a spolied little brat and the same age, she was cruel and what she wanted she got.Finally Tera and Kiara the dynamic tricksters were sentenced to life on another planet sent to becom Knights of the 'Holy Light'.Recomandation of of course their stepmother instantly the two were thrown out after Tera's psychotic behavior some nights she would wake up become a monster destroying everything in sight.Kiara refused to let her go alone and went and joined the knights of iternal darkness.At the age of 19 they realized they had another sister this one truly related in the blood line sent to HolyLight ,but since she's part Rage and Shadow demon Tera and Kiara began planning to retrieve her very soon.

Personality:She hasn't talked to anyone except for Tera since the day their Father abandoned them for a new life.She's really shy and will kill on order but refuses to kill children or animals unless their attacking her.If she talks to you their might be an apocolypse coming. that or she's extremley pissed

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User Name:Tera Shade

Name: Tera shade

Age:19

Race;Rage/Shadow demon 1/4 vampire

Gender:female

Rank:3rd class

Faction:Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements:Shadow/darkness,dimensional portals[Mainly only able to cause small ones created from Decaying blood as she learns to control her anger and focus her powers

Weapons:A huge sword named Crescet Shadows, her claws her manipulation over the shadows.Or a Razor sharp black and neon-green fan made of extremley durable metal. 2 hand blades one black with a yang sign other white with ying sign on it.

Techniques: Shadow-fire [Green and black flame that spreads and eats the flesh of others like a poison also burns anything else in its path depending on Tera's condition.]Sound barrier- sends a gust of black energy at the other person and a loud piercing noise in their ears. -add more

Bio: Tera Shade was mentally crazy whether it was By-polar or M.s.d or something just un-explanable.When she was born, she was born dead she was brought back only through a heart created of Shadow, it was strange but it kept her living.She is very strange and ussually won't say much but loves to play tricks she picked up the habit of klepto-theivery at an early age as her and her sister were ignored for their step sister.Tera didn't get along with anyone at Holy Light they all made her want to die just the light and kindness or maybe it was just the blood.It made her Rage come from withen and turn her into something ugly, beutiful and yet horrorific.It caused her to kill so she was refused withen the first two days decideing to go to where her condition would be needed.Has a grudge afainst Holy Knights exspecially Tika.

Personality:Quiet but speaks her mind refuses to give up whether it means her life.Will protect her sister or team mates at all costs, refuses to lose to anyone that stands in her way.She gets crazy but other wise she can be really funny if she knows you well enough, occasionally extremley talkative...-hyper madness moments-

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:46 pm


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User Name: Abrien Sliver

Name: Alistair Sliver

Age: unknown, yet he looks to be in his mid thirties

Race: Vampire
Gender: Male

Rank: 3rd

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Decay and Darkness


Weapons: Vampiric strength and speed. He uses them to break bones and out-run his opponents. He relies heavily on hand to hand combat. Years of living have taught him to learn to use most weapons at an efficient level, though.

Techniques:
Cursed blood: Alistair’s blood is a corrosive liquid when it makes contact with any being of the living, it does it’s work by acting as an acid, it has little effect of organic things such as leather and cloth but against plate armor it’s efficiency is nil.
Hazy vision: Alistair can dim a person’s vision often it just blurs their eyesight that they can typically get over in moments, it has greater power over those with vision problems.

Bio: After so many years of eternal life, Alistair remembers only the few moments before he was spawned; he was riding a horse when a vampire flew out in front of his horse. The beast was startled and it tossed him off the precipice where he smashed near every bone in his body. Miraculously his heart was still beating. Feeling regretful the vampire that startled the horse revived Alistair - unfortunately a day after he had gone through the change, Alistair ripped his progenitor apart before even learning his name.

After years of running rampant, he regained sanity long enough to refine himself. He did not find out until later that during that time he spawned a son. Feeling remorseful about it, he attempted to become a friend to his son. Since then, all efforts on that part have failed. He doesn’t stop trying though, using his amassed wealth to send gifts and such to Abrien, only to find most of them returned or broken and then returned. He joined the ranks of the Dark Knights because from the last list of soldier he ‘acquired’ Abrien was on that list, only to find Abrien jumped ship to the new Dawn Strider faction. Stuck in with the Dark Knights, Alistair continues to try and connect with his son.

Personality: Alistair is polite and cordial to any and all people no matter how rude they are. He acts with old fashion honor and integrity and will never attack a person unheeded, that is if, of course, his hunger doesn’t get out of hand. If he goes too long without feeding, he becomes animalistic and dangerous to be around. He tends to hunt every night at the same time, and usually once he’s found a spot he won’t stop returning, so he is very predictable with his hunting habits. He also is very attuned to how his appearance renders females to want him and males to feel envious of him. He is very used to his smile, alone, dazzling a barmaid into giving him free drinks for the night.
Unfortunately he has a large problem with alcoholic substances; once he starts drinking, he will not stop until fully inebriated - which is a large feat for a vampire.
When in a drunken stupor Alistair tends to become a show off, often causing large disturbances in public.

Appearance: Alistair has short, flat, obsidian black hair that exposes his forehead in addition to longer sideburns that frame his face. He has sharp, cultivated features that always take a person’s breath away and make them feel as though they’d seen a god. He is slightly above average height standing at 6' 4'' and he has a medium build with low muscle definition. it is also noted his arms seem longer than average, giving him an extra edge in terms of reach.
When he hungers, his eyes become a lucid crimson. Usually it sends people running or entrances them. He typically wears dark colored, high end clothing and he ensures that when he wears armor or wield a weapon it is of the finest make.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:12 pm


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User Name: Demonic Shadow666

Name: Reco Leniun

Age: (Unknown but appears to be 17 in human years)

Race biggrin eath Reaper Demon

Gender:Male

Rank:3

Faction:Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements biggrin arkness, and Poison

Weapons: Scythe (named darkness)

Techniques:
Lunar Slash (Lunar Slash is attack that concentrates the energy of darkness into Reco`s Scythe and makes a massive blast wave that damages enternal organs but the draw back is extremely heavy on him.Extreme Fatigue,lack of mobility for 15 minutes, and heavy breathing)

Sinto ( A spell of darkness that allows one to be able to fuse with darkness being able to move in the dark were ever it goes and being able to go into a person shadow or come out of it to get the upper hand mostly used in assissnations. In his human form can feel the chill that goes to the bone.Every now and then a slight dizzyness like if u were to be spining very fast for a long time.)

Tirac ( A spell of poison that allows him to poison something without touching it although this spell is not yet so powerful that it can send poisons that are very lethal mostly poisons that can slow motor functions or disorientate his opponets. Gets Minor headaches from using it.)

Jinte ( A spell of darkness that allows to make a exact duplicut of Reco even in strength and speed although Reco can only hold this spell for 5 minutes before he goes over his limit of control and the clone will dispell back into the shadows of wich it came their for making Reco`s eyes go blurry and him to become slightly weaker with dark magic for a time. If Reco goes over the 5 minute mark he will pass out no matter what.)

Bio: Not much is known about Reco Leniun`s past. Although he has a very deadly reputation among those of the Darkness Realm. Reco has spent many years in solitude honing his skills. Learning poisons and spells of Darkness wich he finally mastered and created a wepon of pure Darkness his Scythe. Reco has been creating a bloody reputation amongst his training so that in hopes that one day he will be able to join the Knights Of Internal Darkness. Reco being the full blooded demon that he is he lost all feelings early on in his life. Learning to not care what happened to others making sure that he survive just so that he could become stronger. Reco`s sights are now set on the Knights Of Internal Darkness so that he can gain more power and to be able to kill as much as The Lord Of Darkness commands him to do.

Personality: From the many harsh years of training Reco has grown to make no sound unless spoken to directly or if he wants to start a conversation for some reason. If Reco is cought on a good day he can be slightly funny and random.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:22 pm


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User Name: BeforexImxDead

Name: Rif Dulac

Age: 21

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Rank: 3rd

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Earth, Darkness

Weapons: A slim light weight sword

Techniques:
Earth: So far he can manipulate the earth to make a wall or act like a shield while in battle. He can also manipulate it to throw rocks at his opponent. Other than that he is still figuring out what he is able to use the earth for and master it.

Darkness: This element he is much better at using, rather than his earth element. He is able to use it as a cover, hiding himself from those whom he does not want to see him. And he can use it as a wall, to block out others from hearing or seeing him and the person he wants alone time with. He can also use it to trap his enemies, boxing them in from all sides so they are unable to escape him. He is still mastering this element though not as much as his other element.

Bio: Rif comes from a very wealthy family, whom is well respected and has high expectations. Because he comes from such a wealthy, noble family there is a lot that is expected of him. Much of this heat comes from his father, who will not hesitate to punish his son if he does not meet his expectations. Rif’s mother is a kind woman, who loves her son dearly and hates how much pressure her husband puts on Rif. Sadly, Rif comes from one of those families where the woman have no say in their life and the men have all the power.

But Rif doesn’t mind his father’s way and is proud to be a Dulac. He actually meets his father’s expectations pretty well, although he has received a few scowls of disapproval now and then. Because of how his family works Rif has grown up to be almost like his father, although he does have some doubts of if this who he wants to be.

Personality: Cruel, Evil, Cunning, Brooding, Strong, Handsome

Appearance: Rif Dulac

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Hasu-Kumori

PostPosted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 2:43 pm


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User Name: Hasu-Kumori

Name: Norix

Age: 17

Race: Demon/Human: Human father, Demon mother

Gender: Male

Rank: 3rd

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Darkness: For when using his Pendulum and setting his traps.
Traps: A combination of darkness and fire made into a new form of element, Trap. The Traps are placed using hand gestures to the location desired and also set off with hand gestures resulting in an explosion of fire

Weapons: Pendulum; Using the power of darkness, Norix is able to create dark, black hands that manipulate the pendulum. The rest is described in appearance.

Techniques: Reaper style: Focusing mainly on the use of His Pendulum, this fighting style is suppose to keep a distance between him and his enemy while still on the offensive and simultaneously being able to keep a defensive perimeter during close quarters.
Trap Style: Focusing on the use of his traps, this style prefers using the explosive properties of his element to his advantage. Letting their opponents move freely while they step onto traps he has set. The disadvantage is that the traps are very noticeable when set and activated, for the symbol glows brightly when it is set, and glows before it explodes, but in between the time it's set and activated, the symbol is invisible.
Minefield(ultimate attack): The strongest attack in Norix's arsenal, he has only used it once before, and it ended with the metal plate on the right side of his face, he has never used it since. The attack involves placing an immense amount of Traps around his perimeter creating a field of explosives around himself. The second part of the attack involves setting a Dark field around himself to defend himself when he activates the traps. Once activated, an array of explosions destroy anyone foolish enough to get caught in the minefield.

Bio: Norix was born with an obscure childhood of troubles. With his Father being human and his mother being a demon, there was definitely some complexity within it. Norix never knew his father, for he ran away from his mother before Norix was ever born, leaving Norix to be nourished and taught by his mother. Norix assumed it was simply out of fear of the unknown that his father disappeared. His childhood was a rough one at first, his mother always had a violent behavior and occasionally let it out onto Norix, these violent tendencies left Norix traumatized, but he never showed his feelings, for it would mean that his mother had won.
In his teen years, his mother became more serious towards him and began to teach Norix in the ways of the elemental arts. She wished to teach Norix how to use darkness and fire, and Norix turned her teachings into his own version that he called Traps. Through much practice he was able to enhance his fire abilities to work with darkness and create explosions
A year had passed, and Norix's childhood began to catch back up with him. His built in emotions began to tear his psyche apart and then one day he snapped. Norix killed his mother using the very teachings she taught to him, but it backfired and burned the right side of his face completely off. Norix had to replace it by placing a metal plate where his face use to be. Feeling no healing from his actions, Norix ran away from his life in hopes of creating a new one on his own, perhaps even find his human father. The Dark Lord Tokushi was able to catch a glimpse of Norix's power, intrigued by it's originality and decided to let him become a dark knight. Norix accepted it in hopes that through Tokushi and the Dark Knights he will be able to accomplish his own goals.

Personality: Norix Is very reclusive and moody, usually keeping his feelings to himself and speaking only when he wants something to be done by someone else. On other occasions he'll go on with conversations that result in mostly conflict and violence. He feels as if there is always some sort of spotlight on him, and everyone who is looking hates him, and in return he hates back.

Appearance: Consisting of a customized trench coat, a metal plate replacing the right side of his face, a choker, and trap jaw shoes.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:04 pm


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User Name:tyhier_uchiha

Name:Tyhier Grant/Nightmare(teenaged)

Age:16yrs(the possessed)the original blade itself has an age unknown.

Race biggrin emonic Sword

Gender:Male in appearance,but swords don't really have a gender

Rank:3rd class

Faction:Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements:fire and darkness

Weapons:Soul Edge(remastered)

Techniques:memories of Soul Edge-Sword thrusts are deadly strong and if caught of guard could even slice clean through an opponent.Fire erupts from the body when concentrated causing a wide spread of flames that burn anything within a 5ft radius.Darkness allows for manifestation of energy that can be used for blowbacks.

Bio:The warriors of Soul Calibur had thought that the demon blade had been finally destroyed in the last battle(Soul Calibur IV),but as long as the holy blade exists the demon blade will live on.Struck into another plane of existence in it's last battle it was found by a youth of this world.Thinking about how all it's past user had been to mature and weak to handle it's raw power it called to the boy seeking to possess a younger warrior who wouldn't break like the rest.
Tyhier Grant was a simple lad who saw the world of war as nothing more than foolish quarrels between grown-ups.When he heard the "voice" call to him he thought that this was his chance to usurp the power from his elders and create an age with the teenagers as rulers over the fate of the world.
Both Tyhier and the demon blade bonded and became a new Nightmare.Using memories of the blade he created his own style of fighting.He became stronger than any other wielder before him.His own desires became so strong that they overpowered Soul Edge's ambition(the others were to old to hold on to there ambitions,but just like the saying goes"the youth are our future").In the end it submitted defeat and granted the boy with it's vast power."Now with my new sword I alone shall stand in heaven!"He shouted to the skies.He even managed to massacre a million soldiers that belonged to a normal kingdom.Soon after he sought comrades and joined the Knights of Internal Darkness.

Personality:Always was quiet long before Soul Edge thinking that there wasn't anything worth saying,calms himself through meditation in a field of wild flowers,kind to children because he sees their innoccence as a need in a corrupt world,and peaceful off the battle field so he can save energy for battles,but ruthlessly takes down enemies,terrifys onlookers into shock,and has no limit to his massacre(helps him sedate Soul Edge's bloodlust by being this way and killing every last one that comes to face him.)on the battle field.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:14 am


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User Name: lord-earthcraft

Name: Hasslar Va'Sesh

Age: 33 years

Race: Yuan-Ti (Snake person for those not familiar with the race)

Gender: Male

Rank: 3rd

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Poison/Decay and Darkness

Weapons: A single edged longsword. The blade is often coated in a potent venom and bears his family crest at the base.

Techniques: Hasslar commonly uses his natural venom in a variety of ways in combat. This can range from a manual ejection from his fangs into the face of a foe to a simple bite. Once a week, he milks his fangs for the venom they produce in order to keep a ready supply of it. This store of venom is used to keep his blade coated with venom at all times.

Hasslar also uses the psionic powers that are inherent to his race. This ability affords him a certain amount of telekineses along with the ability to stun and daze his opponents with mind blasts. Sometimes, hypnosis can be accomplished, however, this ability only consistently works on the weak minded and the mentally deficient.

Finally, Hasslar makes creative use of his body during combat. Mainly his tail. It has a wide range of uses, from tripping opponents to crushing foes to death.

Bio: Not much is known to the general public about Hasslar's past. This is mainly due to the fact that he never discusses it unless it is absolutely required of him. The only people who know anything about his past are him and his highest superiors within the Knights of Internal Darkness. However, for the sake of the profile, the bullet points of his past will be mentioned.

Hasslar was born in the main settlement of his people deep within the Bog of the Lost. His family was of noble lineage. All of Hasslar's forefathers had held the position of Captain of the Royal Guard for as far back as Yuan-Ti memory could trace. Hasslar began his training as soon as he was ten years of age, as was tradition among his people, and grew to be a powerfully formidable warrior.

One year ago, false charges were leveled against Hasslar. He was to be executed, but managed to escape to exile. Castle Dreadnaught became his safe haven. For the year after, he spent much time learning from his new order and became much more formidable than he was the year prior. To this day, he has proven his mettle in combat and his loyalty to the order, however, he has yet to prove if he is trustworthy enough for advancement.

Personality: Hasslar is cold and introverted. He rarely starts a conversation and only deigns to speak with another if it is necessary. He dedicates himself to honing his fighting form. It is known by a few that he seeks advancement within the Knights of Internal Darkness, however, his motives remain unclear. In combat, he is a cruel and deadly adversary. He is not at all above fighting dirty. On a final note, the Yuan-Ti have an inherent prejudice of anyone outside of their race and Hasslar is hardly an exception. Since his exile, however, he has been forced to reduce this prejudice to a disdain. He even affords respect to those who prove themselves worthy of such luxuries.

Appearance: User Image His scales are deep green his underside consists of yellowed chitinous plates. In large scale combat, he will don his armor, however, in single combat, his scales and agility afford him enough protection.
PostPosted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:58 pm


User Name: Riyoku Sakimori

Name: Gynefieve (or Nia) - "Hades' Butterfly"

Age:
Physically 16-20. Technically 12.

Race: Wraith (high-class product of necromancy, a self-functional tool) -- formerly a Servant of Lust (a sex toy of sorts) and now a Servant of Wrath.

Gender:
Female

Rank:
5th Class

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements:
Fire. Metal.

Weapons: A giant pair of golden scissors called 'Asmodeus' Fangs'. The two blades can be detached from each other. Each blade is approximately 3.5 feet long. One handle is a foot and a half long. The other handle is 9 inches in length.
Seven magic-inducing calligraphy brushes that write in blood and increase written spell potency by 300%.
All the garnets on her clothes can be detached and used as both grenades and spell anchors.

Techniques:
Scribe Magic - Blood -- Using her seven calligraphy brushes, she is able to write any spell she has memorized in available blood on any surface and suspended in air. She cannot write it on water, thus to cast a spell in water, it must first be transcribed onto a surface, then that item should be tossed into or above the water. If there is no blood available (she can use her own though), she can still write in water or ink, or even in dirt or sand. For that, brushes would not be needed. Such magic is usually manipulation magic. Summoning magic required a tremendous amount of time, space, and calculation. Undead cannot call other undead of equal rank/value, thus her participation in necromancy circles is forbidden and Scribe Magic is null in this value. All magic resides only within the brushes.
Metalsong -- Deathmetal, quite literally. Direct contact with metal allows her to vibrate it at rapid speed and displacement, sometimes breaking what she touches. Metal armor that reaches her skin will gradually accelerate in vibration until it turns into a meat-shredder like device, turning that which protects the wearer into his own execution device. However, constant contact is required for acceleration of oscillation. If contact is lost, it has to start from velocity zero again. Such a skill can be applied to a weapon to give it a sharper, more destructive effect. However, most weapons cannot stand the strain for long. Only Asmodeus' fang is optimized for such a skill. Side effects from this ability include massive static electricity storms from vibration friction, causing backfires to herself. the vibration also causes shock to her own skeleton and she can't maintain it constantly for too long. hand, wrist, and elbow joints suffer damage.
Artisan Forge -- Given time and materials, she can repair any weapon with a metal base. On the field, rapid maintenance and makeshift repair is possible with direct physical contact. New weapons can also be 'born' from her if she swallows a powdered form of the metals and stones involved along with a fragment of soul. A one week pregnancy period follows, of which the last three days or so is spent in complete dormancy. The final phase of dormancy is labor, and she will be able to pull a sword from her stomach. After 'birthing' a sword, she will not recover for at least two more days. It would take a whole week before it is wise to allow her back onto the battlefield. Such weapons, of the highest class, are called 'Dominus,' or 'lord,' weapons.
Metamorphosis -- Her clothes/armor is constructed with finely woven microfibers of metal, so tightly knitted they may as well be solid slabs of lead and iron. Different ways of wearing her dress/robes cause different effects. Parts of it can be dismantled and either discarded or adjusted to add weight on a certain part of the body or to reduce weight from the body. Some ways would even allow her to attack or defend with her clothing. The overall weight of her clothes change when she has time to modify it. She is able to strip down to bare decency, where her speed would increase to a point of near-insanity. She can also go into combat with around 200 pounds of condensed matter and up her defensive strategy to the max.

Bio: Gynefieve was born, Igraine, the daughter of human nobility, a duke's precious daughter that finally hit the marriageable age of twelve. Many suitors came for her but she was a clever girl. She found ways to see them off and none was worthy. Her father did not mind, for he had more-than-fatherly feelings towards his daughter. She and her older brother, Gwendolyn, were the only children of the family. Her mother had died from illness. As she saw her brother leave for the border wars with their king, he was 17 and she, 14 and sinfully pretty. Late Spring, blooming into Summer, sent all the castle's workers into the fields and forests. Alone, with her father, she found herself thrown upon his mattress with her laces and buttons askew. He bore down on her with force, choking the air from her and snapping her slender bones. with ease. As soon as he awakened from that lust tantrum and saw his daughter in such a state, caused by his own hands, he was so terrified and grieved that he ran up to the highest tower of his stronghold and flung himself off the ramparts.

However, she was not yet dead. A most devilish vision appeared to her, and with her last breath as a human, she agreed to a deal with the devil. That devil, known only as the Dollmaker, repaired her corpse flawlessly. He mended her flesh and replaced all of her bones with mythril alloys. Amber and gold were infused into her eyes. Pearl and diamonds saturated her nails. Opals brightened her skin and hair. Her consciousness, still bound to her body by a deep grudge and lust, was recalled into presence... and she was reawakened as a wraith -- a Servant of Lust he titled 'Hades' Butterfly'.

In exchange for that second life, she agreed to obey her Master, anyone who held her Command Key. Most wraiths with a human base were one-time use only. She was different in that she seemed entirely unbreakable. Her consciousness was strong enough to give her independent thought, unlike the mindless other Servants. For 10 years, she served as her Master's favorite Servant, his favorite toy. The name he gave her was Gynefieve. He dressed her in clothes that many others couldn't afford to buy with a lifetime of income. She was loved even more than his wife. Human flesh was required to sustain the life of a human-based wraith -- she was fed the flesh of maidens, tissue-sliced and seasoned. He enjoyed a decade of her company and her services. She bore the torture with apathy.

A day came when her demon Master failed to return from a trip. The woman of the household drove her from the place and sent her back to the Dollmaker. Her Master had died and she was, once again, homeless. The lust that bound her spirit to her body had been cured and satiated. Only a grudge remained. The Dollmaker agreed to change her and give her a new Command Key. Most Servants of Wrath are disfigured, monstrous creatures so it pleased him to create one that was both beautiful and deadly. Her service was bid once again and the key went to the highest bidder. This time, the Dollmaker was a little reluctant to allow his masterpiece to leave. He had grown fond of her design and did not want her destroyed in battle. To keep a piece of her close to him, he cut out one of her kidneys and replaced it with a pouch containing one of his old teeth that had fallen out.

He sent out her key and then sent her on a journey to the Knights of Internal Darkness, stating that her new Master belonged there. He gave her Asmodeus' Fang, a weapon of his own design, in the form of its namesake emblem. In addition, he gifted to her a set of seven calligraphy brushes that wrote in blood. Custom-constructed memories and instincts had been transplanted into her body upon her modification. She was then sent on her way.

Personality: Gynefieve, or Nia, is rather shy around people. She doesn't like to speak because her voice often betrays her obedience, as is the curse of independent thought. Making eye contact with people is hard for her outside of battle because she feels it is indecent for her, a mere Servant, to do so. When she does talk, it is about things that are petty and silly -- like girl prattle and worries. She seems average and shallow on the outside. However, she is no fool. The preset memories and instincts installed into her by the Dollmaker is only as useful as her original mental base. She processes her resources at high speeds during both combat and weapon repair. If people question her about her 'ruse', she brushes it off as either an accident or something that was 'only natural as a Servant belonging to the Internal Darkness.' She likes things that normal girls like. Traces of lust still reside in her though it is impossible for her to reproduce.

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:23 pm


User Name: Rin Kairiu

Name: Claire Marie Xinie Annaly Rieph

Age: 13

Race: Half Demon (Rieph Clan)

Gender: Female

Rank: 5th

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Darkness/Metal

Weapons: Living Metal - A strange but wonderful gift, found by generations long past. This is a weapon that can become any weapon by liquefying itself and then solidifying. A true treasure that can be used offensively and defensively, and is bonded to it's master through a blood ritual. It belongs and obeys one person, and one person alone... until that person dies. Then the bond of blood is broken and the living metal returns to the pool it came from, waiting for a new master.

Other weapons include her fangs, claws, and whip-like tail.

Techniques: In essence, her main ability is to become a shadow within a shadow. When she does this, she becomes completely undetectable, except for a faint power aura that is emitted from her by using this ability. Things she can do with this ability include shadow phasing and shadow drifting.

Shadow phasing is where she can move from one shadow to another, including the shadows of those that walk among her.

Shadow drifting can only be used on a living creature. What she does is she sits in a persons, or animals, shadow and as they roam, she follows along without any effort.

Then there is such a thing as Shadow stealing… a technique that her older brothers developed and taught her. When drifting inside one’s shadow, they can absorb it if they wish, and by doing such a thing they can then inflict damage onto themselves and hurt the one whose shadow they stole. Then when the person dies, if they do, their shadow is returned at it absorbs the dead body before disappearing. This is rarely used though. However, if a person is smart enough, they can beat Claire when she uses this technique. You see, when she steals a shadow it appears as a second shadow on her, though it looks like the person she took it from. Attacking the shadow in a vital area, like the head or the heart, will give the stealer great pain in that area, though no physical damage. That pain will break the bond and release the shadow.

Finally, there is “The Sight” that some of those in the clan receive. It allows them to see how much darkness is in a person’s heart.

Bio: Seven generations ago, there was a great war. The Rieph clan of demons, proud and strong, wanted the territory of the Xerians. Believing that they, the shadow walkers, could defeat the changeling clan was a grave mistake... and they had a great misfortune. Few warriors returned home, but those who did wished they had died in battle. Only smoldering ruins remained, and the burns and crushed flesh of many women and children covered the territory.

Filled with rage, and now unable to continue their clan line, they banded together and went into hiding. Every now and again, one would find a human woman worth his time and impregnate her. When she bore the child for him, he would take care of her until the child was weaned and then the father and youngling would disappear. This happened so many times, that the warriors of the Xerian clan were able to snoop them out on occasion, killing one or two if they were lucky.

Eventually many children were born, and the purebloods worked to keep the children safe, know their clans ancestry, the abilities they possessed, and even more important, their weapon. So this was passed down to the half-bloods, as that was the purest blood the clan now had after the former warriors, and make-shift clan elders, died. But the clan could live on, and that's what truly mattered.

Generations later their numbers grew. It was important for the women of the clan to produce many children, and they did their duty. One of these children went by the name of Claire; Claire Marie Xinie Annaly Rieph. And she was a warrior child worth remembering.

Usually the Rieph clan fell into two categories; Rogues or fighters. This was because some of those in the clan were usually capable of much more with their shadow abilities than others, and those that weren't were usually favored by the living metal. Yes, not all of those in the clan received a gift like the living metal, nor did all that attempted to go through with the blood ritual survive.

Every once in a while there would be a half-breed who became an exception and was proficient with both talents, shadow work and wielding the metal. Claire was one of those few, and she started from an early age. Able to master her primary ability of becoming a shadow at the age of five, she could perform her other techniques by the ages of seven and had them mastered by eight. Though against her mother’s wishes, she went through with the blood ritual at the age of ten… and succeeded.

With older brothers to catch up with, Claire worked hard to become a truly impressive warrior but there were other measures she had to take. Having the talent that she did, it was obvious that she could hold a great deal of power… and where better to increase and learn to control such power but the Dark Lands? At the simple age of twelve she joined the Dark Knights and served their leader, hoping to gain power beyond recognition in order to honor her clan and carve out a place for them, a territory that was long lost so that they would no longer need to be nomadic to survive.

Personality: Calm and quiet, she is a true blessing to those who have her around. After all, no one wants a noisy teenager around them. She rarely asks questions, as she knows better not to question authority, and she does all in her power to obey orders. Yes, she has tasted defeat before, but it has strengthened her. After all, none are perfect despite what they strive for. However, she is not a gracious loser.

Still having the instincts of a teenager, she has to constantly fight with her need to rebel. Knowing that rebelling against her faction leader, or anyone in her faction for that matter, would mean torture or death… and she wasn’t keen on either. So, to satisfy her need, she fights with those not in her faction, and if she is hurt or captured… she rebels against them. That pain is worth it then.

Another teen flaw she possesses… Like all females she falls in love. However, in denial, she pushed this aside and calls it ‘deep admiration.’ She’ll grow out of it… eventually. At least she can keep it to herself…

Appearance: Being only thirteen, she’s only about four-foot-eight and eighty-two pounds. Her small stature is common among to women of her clan, after all, they were all born that way, though there were variations… and sometimes even exceptions.

It is not known whether her pale skin is from her human or demon ancestors, but it suits her race well. Her thin frame shows proof of a body that has just started to hit puberty. Curves forming and the filling in of places, but still the awkwardness that comes along with it. Her body shows that she has grace, and that’s all she really cares about right now.

Her face is as pale as the rest of her body, though her head is framed with silky, silvery hair, that is almost always kept short, a bit higher than her shoulders, and each strand it tipped in black up to about two inches. This is a common look, though some clan members have it reverse, black hair with two inches of silvery tips. Her eyes are large and stormy grey, that glow silver in the darkness, placed under gently arching black eyebrows. Underneath a small nose and set of lips decorate her features, giving her a fragile look.

Odd little demonic quirks would be her small, pointed ears; common among half-demons. Then there are her sharp fangs, claw-like nails… and a thin, whip-like tail that’s as black as the night and has the pointed end on it. Cute, no? Then there’s her tattoo… kind of. It’s a mark imprinted on her back, between her shoulder blades. In blood red, the mark looks like a four-pointed star, with a point in between the larger main points, but not connecting to the body of the star.

Preferring to completely become one with the shadows, she never dresses in anything but black. It may seem cliché, but it works for her. A black blouse, with long sleeves that flair out at the ends, a skirt that goes down to the knees and is met by black leather boot, almost touching. Underneath it all, however, she wears her metal weapon as if it were armor. Flexible as it is, it is also strong and make for great protection.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:49 pm


User Name: Kommandant Aristocrap (Subject to change)

Name: Chaldrion Kahlesh, Herald of Pestilence

Age: Unknown (Ageless due to Nurgle's gifts)

Race: Human (with Daemonic abilities/appendages)

Gender: Male

Rank: 5th Class

Faction: Knights of Internal Darkness

Elements: Decay, Darkness

Weapons: The primary weapon Chaldrion caries at all times is the Filth Mace, a heavy, spiked weapon that oozes with poisonous slime given to him by the god Nurgle. His other weapon is the Father of Blades, an ancient sword of his tribe rumored to be the first blade ever made. The blade is encrusted with filth and rust, yet it has untapped power that is not easilly obtained, even by Chaldrion.

Techniques: Chaldrion enters a fight accompanied by hordes of flies, which carry plauge and disease. Upon releasing them, he charges into the fray, his corroded armor and diseased bulk absorbing most physical attacks made against him. With a mere wave of his hand, his victims become hosts of pestilence, bestowing upon them boils and buboes, inflicting rot and disease upon their bodies.

Bio: Chaldrion was born and rasied in the harsh Northlands in the powerful Kahlesh tribe. Trained as a young boy to survive in the frozen lands, he could fight, scavenge, hunt and thrive in the wild by age 15. As the years passed, Chaldrion became the head of the tribe, leading his people on raids across the map.

However, one event changed Chaldrion's life forever. During a harsh storm, while his warband was returning from pillaging, they came under attack by a brood frost drakes, powerful beasts of the Northland feared by all. In the confusion and turmoil, Chaldrion had become separated from his mount in the mountians, and the warband was scattered. Seperated from his comrades, Chaldrion scoured the mountains for shelter. In a month, he had become ill and near death, his survival skills no mach for the intensity of the icy peaks.

Out of the void, a Greater Daemon of Nurgle, god of plauge and disease appeared to the dying Chaldrion. The Daemon offered a pact to him; if he wished to live, he would become a Chosen of Nurgle, gifted with ruinous abilities and spells. His body would become a host of pestilence, but he himself would be invulnerable. In return for this power, Chaldrion would have to dedicate himself to serving Nurgle, spreading his products to unfortumate victims and villages across the land. Chaldrion accepted, and thus he was born anew, a Herald of Pestilence.

Personality: A twisted soul, Chaldrion takes pleasure in wreaking corruption and slaughter. He is jovial in his actions, gleefully infecting and destroying his enemies. To cross him as an opponent is almost to seal one's own demise, but to approach him as an ally is to obtain a most powerful comrade and the touch of death itself at one's side.

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