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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:02 pm
Through out the war there was an Ego issue amongst the ranks of Dark Knights and that of the Holy Knights which caused several months of infighting within both factions. One of the leads of the Dark Knights took it upon herself to break away from the pack as it were and took with her several thousand units. Several months later the same happened with that of the Holy Knights thus they joined together to create what is known as the Dawn Striders These warriors wear extremely light protection, rarely worth calling armor. Usually bronze, brown. These were the faster of the Dark Knights who formed what is now called the Dawn Striders. They are well rounded but their main attribute is long range weaponry and their intellectual prowess as a whole brought forth the ability to use life energy in place of the elements to transfer it in many uses, whether it be defense or attack but contains no specific element.
3rd-1st classes Examples
 
Specialized Elements~
Psychic
Poison
Life energy control
World energy control{1st Class}
Universal energy control{Legendary~may use all other elements of Faction}
Current Captain: Fornicatus {Neciel Sarin} 
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 12:11 am
Name: Neciel Sarin
Alias: Fornicatus
Age: Not given
Race: Devione/Angel {little known fact.}
Gender: Female
Rank: {Captain/Legendary}Child of Moon
Faction: Dawn Striders
Elements: Universal Energy Control/Fire
Weapons: Though she specializes in the bow and arrow and crossbow, Fornicatus also carries a sword. It is mainly for show, though one should never carry a weapon they know not how to use. She is an excellent swordsman, she just specializes in long range.
Techniques: Neciel was born with a natural ability to see and read auras. After years of practice, she has perfected her aura reading ability, and can tell a lot about a person just by reading their auras.
Like her brother with ice, Fornicatus is a specialist with fire. Her flames are a dark blue color, and hotter than any normal flame when she concentrates. The darker blue color the flame, the hotter and more powerful.
The captain keeps large wings tucked into hollows in her back, and can somehow shrink them smaller. The top feathers are of a pure white, while the medium-sized secondary feathers cary in shades of gray. The large primary feathers along the bottom are a pitch black.
It is unknown whether or not she can read minds, but she will flat out deny it if you ask her. She claims to be merely intuitive, and that her long life has brought much experience and wisdom.
Bio: The leader, and original 'founder' of the Dawn Striders. Fornicatus {real name Neciel} is the daughter of Knights of Eternal Darkness Captain Tokushi Sarin. Siblings being older twin Cyrus{now missing, presumed dead}, and older half brother Ace of Flames {now deceased}.
Her mother, Ryo, was originally a fallen Angel in the ranks of the Holy Knights. After Ryo's husband was killed at the hand of the Dark Knights, she went after them herself. After multiple tricks by Tokushi, the two fell in love. Eventually Neciel and Cyrus Sarin were born. Soon after, Ryo developed a fatal disease, taking her from this world and especially from her beloved family. Cyrus, always the mommy's boy, took it harder than the others. Neciel was born an angel, her brother Cyrus the polar opposite. Cyrus, the born-to-be-a-Tyrant, and Neciel born an Angel, her powers naturally infused with her very being from the angelic genes from her mother and Tyrant power from her father.
At age 10, Neciel was taken from the Dark Knights where she had lived with her father, brother, and the Dark Knights. She was raised by her uncle, and more so by her elder brother. There she began an apprenticeship to a very successful midwife in one of the smaller areas of the city. She assisted with prenatal care and with deliveries, and gained valuable medical knowledge. At the age of 18, her uncle arranged for her to marry a low level Holy Knight, unaware of the vast power stored within her. The man she was to marry was nice enough, though held a secret hatred of women. After many of her objections, she finally decided to take care of the man herself. Using the techniques she had learned as a child from her father, and through ones she had been developing in secret, she burned her fiance and his house to ashes. When it was discovered what she had done, Neciel was submerged in a tank of water with no oxygen supply to eliminate her extreme power of the flame. Only within her teens at this time, she was unable to break free of the indestructible glass, and passed out in the tank as the water was laced with sleeping aid.
When she woke up, Neciel found herself surrounded by sand and rock. Still a bit dizzy from the sleeping aid, she wandered about in the desert for over a day before stumbling upon the city of criminals that had been formed only a generation prior. It was still new, and she was accepted simply because her ability to produce fire. She spent about a decade here, by which time she had stopped aging. The people of the town grew suspicious and she left town before facing whatever it was that they had planned for her. Now in her mid-thirties, the captain had had plenty of time to recuperate and develop a decent amount of her power. She decided it best to change her name, and stumbled out of the desert a week after she had left the town. Making her way back to her father's land, she hid away in the mountains. The Holy Knights believed her dead, and the Dark Knights had given her up for lost. She spent over a century in the mountains forming and developing techniques never before seen. With the over half the power of her father's human soul, she surpassed any first class knight as she trained. Over a century old at this time, she emerged from the mountains as a force to be reckoned with.
She broke ties with both groups, creating a 'middle path' for those in between. She accepted everyone from former Holy beings to vampires and demons. She gave to her subordinates the power of choice, one that she herself abused. And so the Dawn Striders were born, giving any and all a chance to fight for their own beliefs. For the right price, of course.
Personality: Arrogant, Prideful, and Sarcastic are the most negative bits about this woman. She's beautiful with the sharpest wit around, though sometimes her tongue is faster than her mind. Playful and a bit of a troublemaker, Captain Fornicatus is dedicated to her warriors and enjoys playing 'games' with those new to her lands. The captain's usual tone is of a cocky cheer, though this will change as the mood about her does. She enjoys shirking the majority of her work, and she abhors paperwork. She gets moody and snippy when she thinks someone has wronged her, or one of her people. She will strike anyone she sees fit, halting to no authority but her own.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:32 pm
ACTIVE ((Under Construction))
User Name: Don Yata
Name: Yata'Djinn
Age: Age: 25 (Aged two Years in the Realm of Sleep)
Race: Zen Troll
Gender: Male
Rank: 1st
Faction: Dawn Strider
Elements: Psychic
Weapons:Weapon: The Dream Halberd: A Short Staff attached to a sinister axe and spear, It has the power to strengthen illusions as well as emit a liquid from it's blade that upon contact with flesh, begins to make the enemy drowsy. (A Fusion of his sword and staff)
The Void Bracer: A bracer on his arm that pulls darts from out of a void and launches them with psychic energy. Depending on it's setting, it fires different darts with different effects and ailments.
Hypnos and Thanatos: Twin Daggers of ravelite origins, They are able to channel Yata's natural Dream, Zen, and Nightmare energies.
Techniques:
UC
Has mastered Minor Levitation, Mind Reading, Mind Control, Foresight, Hypnosis, Dream Shifting* Dream Manipulation, False Memory Implant, and Temporary Memory Erasing.
Has perfected Minor Teleportation and Illusion.
Has perfected his Minor mental energy blasts, being able to shoot them out of any medium, control their projectile course of the blasts, as well as concentrate them into beams of energy. Upon contact, the blasts make the enemy drowsy as well as mentally distorted. The attack affects internally as well as externally
Judgment of Memory:
Is able to put a percentage of his energy into an attack that opens the memory gates of the person, flooding his/her mind with their former actions, as well as the pain and suffering they had caused in the past. At 60% energy, the enemy feels the pain of the surroundings as well.
at 70% or more, the opponent begins to feel insanity.
at 90% and 100%, Yata looses control and is transported into a new vessel, normally his opponent.
'Djinn in a Bottle:
Can place his body, mind and soul into a minor Item, normally a piece of jewelry
False Sleep:
Can force himself into a meditative sleep
Bio:
UC
The troll Yata'Djinn, respected member of the Dawn Striders, lost his body in an attempt to stave off the Traitor Noah Beliel. As a result, his conscious and memory entered Noah's own, and was trapped in his mind for several weeks. However, gathering his conscious, he was able to free his mind from Noah by entering a deep meditative sleep.
In this sleep, Yata wandered a strange realm where all within it slept, day in and day out. Yata seemed to be the only thing awake in this realm, until he was found out by Morpheus, the King of Sleep and Dreams. Morpheus threatened to place Yata under eternal sleep for disturbing the kingdom, but the quick witted troll challenged Morpheus to a game of tricks and cunning. Morpheus almost lost, but in the end, beat Yata's challenge.
However, instead of forcing him to sleep forever, Morpheus respected Yata's cunning, and took him in as a pupil.
For two years in the realm of sleep Yata trained with Morpheus, honing his better psychic abilities as well as learning the art of Dreaming from his new lord.
When Yata's training finished, Morpheus promised the new Yata a new body if he agreed to take the last name Morphiis, meaning son of Morpheus.
Yata agreed, and was rewarded a body made of a mystical metal of the Dream World called Ravelite. This body metal is black in color, and extremely durable, even much so that it enhances Yata's speed and Strength, as well as stamina. It makes him very light, and is stronger than titanium. It acts like real skin, and feels like out of battle. However, this body has a major drawback, for however durable it is, pain is amplified doubly with any attack. Yata appears like a black troll ink spot when in battle, as the metal takes over his body. Out of battle, he looks, feels, and breaths like a normal troll.
Now back in the Mortal realm, Yata will continue to serve in the Dawn, coming closer and closer to his ultimate goal.
Personality:
UC
Yata is very kindhearted, extending his hand to all who need it. He is friendly, and very wise, and is definitely a joker at heart. This however, is an outer view of himself. In truth, he is very cynical, and can be very paranoid at times. When Yata speaks, he always has a very creepy, sharp toothed smile, that makes people uneasy, as if he was about to eat you.
Appearance:
UC
The Dream Troll...Apple, My Dear?
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:01 pm
INACTIVE User Name: xXx Lindzi xXx
Name: Lindzi
Age: 20
Race: Sprite
Gender: Female
Rank: 3rd Class
Faction: Dawn Striders
Elements: Life Energy Control
Weapons: A silver retractable staff and a long bow. The staff usually just sits in her pockets, and she only uses it when she has either run out of energy or has been forced into close range combat.
Techniques: Lindzi is perfect for air attacks, and enjoys being a scout, flying over her enemies and shooting them down from above. When all else fails, she uses her control over life energy to strike out at her opponents.
Bio: At birth, Lindzi was traded out for a human child by her actual parents. She lived an almost normal life until she grew wings when she was seven. It was then that her foster parents, which she had a feeling weren’t actually her parents, rejected her and sent her away. Alone on the streets, Lindzi quickly became a master thief, slipping in and out of homes and taking only what she needed, only occasionally did she steal what she wanted, and that was her weapons. She quickly formed a tight group of friends, each with a similar story to her own. She was the youngest of the group, even though she acted the oldest. Several of her friends, which had grown to be her family, were killed in a battle between the Knights of Light and the Knights of Darkness, turning her against both. While she always leaned to the side of the Knights of Lights, she joined the Dawn Striders instead, as she figured they would be her best bet on remaining neutral in the fight. She found a community she enjoyed there, the closeness between the members and the loyalty amongst was almost as good as the loyalty in the friends she’d held before. Now, she enjoys spending her time outside, staring into the lake outside the castle, or watching the clouds on the bank of the lake.
Personality: Lindzi is extremely hard to predict, as sometimes she is placid and calm. Enjoying silence as much as she enjoys sweet fruits and other times she is wild. Hyper active and talkative, she can sometimes appear almost insane. Despite this, she is a kind individual and fiercely protective of the few people she actually cares for. Not to say she is cold hearted, it is simply that her past did not give her a normal amount of sympathy and at times she can be apathetic to the needs and wishes of others, especially to those she doesn’t like. Lindzi loves sweets and sugared fruits the most. She’s been known to do ridiculous dares just to have some sugared pears.
Appearance: Lindzi
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:07 pm
INACTIVE User Name: Dokuro Togiretogire
Name: Arenger Eliv
Age: 38
Race: Human (Norse)
Gender: M
Rank: 3rd
Faction: Dawn Striders
Elements: Nature (Life Energy Control)
Weapons: Steel sword, Norse Axe(as shown in "Appearance" but completely in steel), mace, lance.
Techniques: On horseback Arenger can maximize the impact of his axe, lance and mace, thanks to his strength, coordination and speed of his horse. Arenger has a close connection to the nature and his horse often reacts on what Arenger sees and vice verse. When Arenger stands on the ground he can slam the axe or mace into the ground and create holes under the ground or ravines. This due to his strength and connection to the nature. Arenger also has a deep connection to nature it self.
Bio: Arenger comes from a group of humans who are all very tall and strong. They live in the coldest areas of the world. Also they live along water and also they care for them self. By this the Norse live in a deadly world. Weak ones don't last their first winter and those who don't get back on their feet on a summer never last the next winter either. These men seeks glory and honor out on sea or inland. Often seen as pirates or Vikings as the Norse calls it. Some who leaves home to travel often are surprised how tiny men can be and how relaxed they can be. This was as it where for Arenger when he left his house as 22 years old. He came into a lot of fights in the beginning since he looked down on many people. Yet due to the fact that Arenger was so much bigger then most he was more sober then any of his opponents and earned a small amount of fame by killing the men of. Arenger came to enjoy this and became a wandering fighter. Winning fame and glory around the world. After a few years he joined up a group of fighters who stood between light and darkness. Both who was his enemies since childhood. The dark cold nights of the winter and the danger the warm sun under summer. Due to his long travels and fights he became a knight of the Dawn Striders in a short period of time. He was able to connect to his horse deep and solid. Sometimes it seemed as if both creatures was bound to the nature and warned each others and sometimes it seemed as if nature it self protected and warned Arenger and his horse Runa
Personality: Arenger goes by honor and pride. Known never to surrender or ask for mercy. Arenger knows that to die in battle is the highest level of glory, pride and honor a Norse can get and knows that he shall welcome it properly when it arrives. Towards those not in his way, he is friendly, open and generous to a limit. As long as they have not shown that they are coward or men without honor.
Appearance:
Arenger Eliv is 7'5 feet tall. He weights 381lbs. He has blue eyes and blond hair.
[No armour] [Armour]
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 7:55 pm
INACTIVE Name: Noah Beliel
Age: 17
Race: Majority Human
Gender: Male
Rank: 3rd Class
Faction biggrin awn Striders
Elements: Psychic Element: The Void Element[Custom]
Weapons: None
Techniques: The Void Element: A personal adaption to the Psychic Element, it has extremely powerful abilities allowing Noah to pass through objects only one at a time, and being able to touch only what he wishes to touch when doing so. The true power of this comes in the ability to negate the element of any other faction when he touches someone, as long as he and his opponent have skin to skin contact other elements cannot be used aside from the void element, this power only works in for 1st or legendary status. If used at its full potential, legendary status, the void can create something as massive as a black hole.
Bio: An aristocrat, descending from a long line of Human/Vampire generations, who lost everything, that explains his situation, but not at all who he is. Noah always believed he was part of the royal family but infact his story starts as a peasant the son of the servants to the royal family. Both the royal family and his own family had a son, born on the same day at varying times. Noah's family knew the only way to give Noah the life he deserved was to trade the children without the royals knowing, their plan succeeded, Noah still believes royal blood runs through his veins. Growing up Noah received the highest education that money could afford, even so, he did not appriciate it. The lavish life he lived did not feed his need of adventure, unfortunately the laws of the royal family insisted on his continuation of the family line and swore to sentence him to death if he did not abide. This was the origin of his belief of 'Absolute Justice', following its principles he had to kill everyone he had met, so that he could live freely. Noah isn't evil, but those who do not follow his way may view him in such a light.
Personality:
Extremely patient and intelligent. Among that he believes in what he calls, "Absolute Justice", in order to keep a balance in power he is willing to kill anyone. His belief is that if the world is in a constant state of war, nothing will ever change and that is the way it should be.
Appearance:
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:10 am
INACTIVE
• • • »User Name ;; Hime_Benihana
• • • »Name ;; Sara Juusanhime.
• • • »Age ;; A woman never tells her age.
• • • »Race ;; Pixie.
• • • »Gender ;; Female.
• • • »Class ;; Third Class.
• • • »Faction ;; Dawn Strider Mercenary Faction.
• • • »Elements ;; Psique, (Psychic/Telekinetic).
• • • »Weapons ;; Minazuki the Bow - Minazuki is an intricate bow that can separate into dual blades that take the same shape as the bow, but rather in half. She carries a large amount of arrows within the intricately designed quiver that is usually placed on Sara's back. The arrows look like wood, but are actually composed of a tin-alloy with aluminum.
Oil Pellets - Small pellets shaped like, and in the same size of, an acorn which are filled with oil. She carries seemingly hundreds of oil pellets within a leather pouch that hangs from her waist. The pellets can stick to certain objects.
Moeagaru - Two special gauntlets made of a very dense metal that both have two pieces of flint over the palms that can create sparks.
• • • »Techniques ;; Sara herself has mastered several variations of fighting as well as having several spells up her sleeve for sorcery.
This includes but not completely limited to:
Minor Levitation - Granting her the ability to hover in midair and stay in the air for quite some time. She can still move while levitating, due to her pixie wings acting as a propeller for her while in the air.
Telekinesis - Sara can slightly change the course of an object by projecting out telekinetic energy from a distance.
Sight - Sara is able to "see" much more clearly in different climates and light adjustments without a huge inconvenience being placed upon her.
Squeeze - Sara can squeeze tiny objects that she has had contact with, only her Oil Pellets at this moment.
Speed - Sara temporarily releases a surge of telekinetic energy from her feet to to increase running speed for a very short amount of time. Can only used as an escape method.
• • • »Biography ;;
Present - Sara originally came from the Knights of Holy Light but seceded after there wasn't enough excitement going on. While roaming the world she came upon the Dawn Strider Mercenaries and joined within their ranks in hopes of increasing her potential power.
Childhood - As a child, Sara was born to a family of rather tall Pixies that were the size of real humans. However, she still had some pixie-like traits about her that could easily separate her from normal humans. She had the wings of a pixie on her back and very pointy ears, which was usually hidden by her long hair. While little, she practiced with her only weapon that she had obtained from her mother, that was a unique bow. Practicing archery every day to increase her accuracy she had obtained some rather unique abilities, like that of foresight. This had helped her see more clearly as to where to aim at and how to hit a target much more efficiently.
Teen Years - As a teenager, Sara had learned the true secret of the bow Minazuki that she had acquired from her mother whom had passed away as a child. The bow was able to separate into two pieces that could allow her to fight with dual swords. She spent most of her teen-years practicing with the two blades. Learning that they were not two blades, but rather one split to be two-halves of the same whole. This new knowledge helped her increase her abilities with a sword as well as attaining a new sense of cunning.
• • • »Personality ;; Sara is a always calm, rarely showing any bits of distress or worry. Rather she seems like a kind-soul even when fighting. A slight smile is always placed upon her face when doing any sort of task or even when just standing.
• • • »Appearance ;; Sara.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 2:03 pm
Active User Name: Demonic Shadow666 Name: Raigon Age: 105 Race: werewolf Gender: M Rank: 3rd class Faction: Dawn Strider Elements: psychic Weapons: steel wood staff, throwing knifes, hand to hand combat Techniques: flash step- one concentrates psychic energy to the hands,legs,and feet for a five minutes giveing one blinding speed(used mostly for emergencys to get away or to get across deep chasms or other obsticals that normally Raigon couldnt get past.) Psychic Howl-not only does it pierce the ears confusing an opponet with sound it also painfully flings one backwards Hokusen-ability with the steel wood staff style allowing one to go on a assualt that hits 100 times per minut while sending burst of psychic energy into each blow.(ultimate technique for Raigon but puts such strain on the body that after raigon uses it he is on the brink of passing out) Bio: Raigon has lived for a long time wandering the earth picking up bits and pieces of martial arts along the way. His pack had sent him out on a mission to get the steel wood staff so he could become leader. Raigon reaternd from the long and hard mission only to find his pack had grown a part, and now feared his powers that he had gaind from the mission. He worked hard to gain contral again and keep the legen alive, but the oldest wolf had other plans. He sat raigon down and in a low husky voice said, "You have enough power to make your own pack now. Leave this one into my care." Raigon knew he would have to leave never to reatern. Relizeing the pack didnt need him any more, he left on another mission. Years went by and he grew old of the quest to make or find his own pack. He now desides to lend his power to the Dawn Striders, eather to help people he sees fit or as he is commanded. Personality: Easy going,funny at times but calm mostly Appearance: 
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 6:12 pm
DECEASED
User Name: The Azure Knight 
Name: Jisatsu Hidan
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: male
Rank: 3rd Class
Faction: Dawn Strider
Element: Water
Weapons: Blade of Skeletons; A sword made of titanium and infused with bone giving it more toughness and durability. Only used as defense, never offense
Techniques: Red leg: A martial arts style invented and mastered by Jisatsu. The style follows an oath not to ever throw a punch, for you hands are your prized possession and should not be in risk of being damaged in any way. Because he is now deceased the only other person who knows the tiniest information about this martial arts style is Karma Luna. ((See Holy Knights for her profile))
Bio:
In Jisatsu's journeys, he sought a bounty that was soon captured by the dark knights leaving only one man behind, Kai. In an attempt to collect his weapon as the bounty instead of his real target Jisatsu attacked him, but failed miserably, not even getting a scratch on Kai, and passing out from blood loss.
After coming to, he returned to a hidden hang out in Skyreach mountains that Jisatsu claims to have found years ago. In an attempt for revenge, Jisatsu trained vigorously where he learned how to bend blood, in which he'd be able to pull body parts around and not just water.
Round two with Kai started in The Cavern of Infinity where Jisatsu was only able to get one cut on Kai, which is when Kai unleashed his metalloid demon to attack him. Jisatsu was given a chance to escape when Kai offered him mercy.
Jisatsu returned to Skyreach where he had to crawl back to his hang out. After a few more days of healing, Jisatsu went to the Temple of the Sun to find answers. Which is when he had an out of body experience that made him think about searching for more power, he thought he saw the spirit world. In that out of body experience, Jisatsu heard about a magnificent power somewhere in Dreadnought Mountains....
Upon arrival, Jisatsu had to fight a large Golem ten times his size, luckily it's lack of speed was it's downfall as Jisatsu knocked his head clean off, only to be spotted by an even bigger giant a hundred times the size of the Golem. In a cowardice flee, Jisatsu was able to come across a cave where he once again had to fight, this time a giant spider.
Round three, Kai apeared in the knick of time to kill the spider attacking him only to fight Jisatsu a third time. Kai and Jisatsu were at each other's throats, but Jisatsu's arrogance to move out of the way of Kai's attacks led to his downfall. It seems Jisatsu's goal for power swallowed him whole as he died searching for more....
Appearance: (Right)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 6:08 am
INACTIVE
User Name:
Name: Abrien Sliver
Age: indeterminate, appears around 22
Race: half Vampire half Human
Gender: Male
Rank:3rd class
Faction biggrin awn Striders
Elements:Life energy control
Weapons: Short sword
Techniques: Stopping bloodflow in a person, ability can only be preformed for 5-15 seconds. 5 seconds is Short enough to limit it's ability long enough to cause severe disorientation. 15 seconds is bordering on killing the person, most people lose consciousness at the best from this length
Bio: Abrien’s past is full of blood, His mother was raped by a vampire and forced to bear his child later, after I was born she did her best to keep me from old Vampire weaknesses, but at age 7 Abrien forgot to feed the night before on his neighbors livestock and he crashed through the bay window out into full sun and to his mother's amazement he did not burn. All things Vampires Succumb to Abrien played with, all except the crucifix and crossing Salt barriers and Thorn walls. Just as well weapons made of pure silver tend to incapacitate his recuperative powers. At 18 he had his first taste of human blood, fatefully it was his own mothers. She cut her hand chopping ingredients and the sight of her blood drove himinto a frenzy for it, he killed her by exhumation. He left his home to Join the Dark Knights and after a while he became a member of the Dawn Striders when they separated themselves from the collective of the two main armies.
Personality: Abrien is a kind gentle man, He generally tries and helps others but he has many social anxieties but once he's come out of his shell he can seem nice but alot of the time cocky, he calls it 'being well aware of how skilled he is.' When his Eyes are red he becomes twisted and depraved. He gets harsh and quick tempered. It is almost as if his personality inverts.
Appearance:Abrien has medium length short hair the color of obsidian, kept at the length incase a fight happens, no one will pull at his hair.
He stands at six feet tall and has a muscular build, a by product of having a soldier's life.
In a battle he usually wears black robes with golden trimming in addition to a set of leather armor underneath. His everyday clothes tend to be darker colors like gray and black with an occasional splash of Crimson and Cerulean tunics. His eyes are normally his mother's green but when he goes with out feeding they turn a frightful crimson, staring at you with murderous intent. His face has sharp cultivated and almost royal features. This is attributed from his Vampirisim.
Abrien's appearance has been altered by the Tournament at Twilight, His body and part of his face are now covered in snaking curving scars, He is currently working to rid himself of these scars and get back at the Angel who did it to him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:16 pm
ACTIVE User Name:Sage_Nashae Name: Jon Grave Age: 23 Race:Human Gender:Male Rank:2nd class Faction:Dawn Striders Elements: Poison Weapons: One Composite longbow along with a quiver stuffed full of a variety of arrows and a dagger. Techniques: Slow and stealthy Jon creeps through the terrain hidden completely among his surrounding environment, stalking his prey as a falcon would high above the forest floor. One arrow is all he needs, laced delicately with a dark poison or perhaps in a crowd a quick dagger to a number of vital points on the body laced with a similar poison. A scratch is all he needs before he vanishes hidden perfectly among his surroundings, to do away with his victim before finding another to hunt. Dance of the Dessert- Armed with only a hunting knife or dagger of sorts, Jon enters into a dance of death wielding the weapon in a russian grip. Most of the dance consist of low sweeping movements of the blade that are meant to slice around the arteries of the leg for a quick death, though modifications can be made to accommodate different opponents.. This technique is often combined with poisoned daggers to increase its effectiveness. Flight of the Lotus-Jon has five very special arrows with black fletchings,shaft, and a burnt black head that are laced with the worlds deadliest poison, Black lotus. With this skill the arrow arches high into the air hidden against the night sky in a flow of his regular arrows. This one is also fired off beat in order to increase chances that the arrows tip touches is victim. Bio: Jon has always been a b*****d, never having known his father. In his youth he scurried the streets of the town running from everything from shop keeps to city guards. He soon found ways of hiding from the towns people and guards without fail, climbing structures, squeezing into tight spaces, jumping into pools of water reserved for laundry and horses, no trick was below him. In Jon's mind nothing was wrong with his activities he did, he stole what he needed to eat and nothing more. His closest friend at the time was the son of the king of thieves and together the two felt practically untouchable. When the time came Jon and Nemo took the rights of manhood together as a part of Nemo's tribal tradition, they passed with flying colors. Jon will tell you that over time his mother enlisted him into the Dawn Striders when he was young so that he might be able to turn from his thievery. After all even a b*****d could rise through the ranks of the Striders. The truth of the matter that he is never willing to tell most people is that he was accused of murder, he never really knew or cared for his mother, and he had to either join the striders or be executed. The murder was actually committed by a city watchman who went by the name Ramses. After a chase throughout the small dessert city Jon found himself trapped at the highest point in the city by the head watchman and his lieutenant Ramses. All Jon had done was stolen some bread but the truth was that the entire chase was an elaborate scheme that all converged as soon as Ramses threw his superior off of the tower tumbling to his doom. With nowhere to run Jon was forcibly apprehended and framed for the murder. Thus fate had thoroughly screwed him over and Jon had to make the obvious choice. The Striders were the ones who sharpened Jon's skill with a bow and honed his speed and finesse to turn him into the assassin he is today. Jon's story started with training where he met this girl he thought of a younger age than she appeared. After a quick trip that ended with him getting lost in the cobweb forest he found himself plunged in the middle of a series of events like no other that ever expected to find in the striders. He was asked to keep the girl safe so they fled together to the mountains and then to the dessert where the two fell in love and after returning home and irritating the captain he became engaged to her. After the wedding the two settled in a house by the river that was seemingly perfect for them and have been living in harmony ever since then. Personality: Jon is fairly light hearted when ever he isn't stalking a person, often he can be heard whistling or humming some merry tune that he can hardly remember the words to. He doesn't really care about the events of the world so long as they don't effect him in any adverse way. Jon's dream is to one day retire and to spend his days resting at home with his family. He is also fairly protective of those close to him, especially of Mori. Endangering such a person reveals a different side of the man. He turns reckless in all aspects in this case and is more than willing to take numerous risk. His fighting style at this points seems to become more like a ferocious animal than the normal well thought out patterns normally taken, death becomes the only option for the culprit. Appearance: 
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:30 pm
ACTIVE User Name: Eva Emaria
Name: Mori Dae
Age: 24 (looks a little young for her age still)
Race: Half-human, half-demon
Rank: 3rd class
Faction: The Dawn Striders
Element: Psychic
Weapons: Recurve bow made of several different woods to increase its strength, stained darkly, and matched with a black leather quiver full of arrows made of ebony and fletched with raven feathers; an iron dagger, the hilt embedded with a single red garnet. She also has a warhorse, a black stallion named Coal.
Techniques: Intermediate archer and sword maiden, she can use her powers to move things telekinetically, and occasionally use telepathy. However, her powers occasionally spark out of her control, especially when she is angry or upset, and they will destroy nearby objects (this also holds true if she’s sneezing or hurt). If she isn’t paying attention to what she is doing and she/Jon is in danger, she can create a barrier that extends over her body and his, if she is in physical contact with him. Because of her blood bond with him, she has developed a permanent mind link with Jon Grave that will grow stronger with time, which allows her to find him if she focuses and he is close enough, pick up randomly on his thoughts when he is within touching distance of her, and know if he is alive when he is far away.
Bio: The daughter of a mortal woman and a demon, she has been scorned her entire life. Her mother tried to raise her to be a good, normal girl, but sometimes the more demonic side of her nature would make her lash out. Her village soon grew tired of her powers sparking out and destroying crops, so they drove her away. Mori has been a wanderer ever since, not sure of her purpose. Over time, she gained her skills with a bow, and her dagger was a gift from the one who taught her to use it. She wants to be good, but her very nature seems to strive against that goal. The Dawn Striders seemed to offer her a chance to appease both sides of her nature, so she chose to join. There, she was given unwanted attention by Noah, disguised as Dr. Crowley. When word leaked of his desire to take over the Dawn Striders, she was asked by Don Yata to act as a spy. Noah saw through her treachery, and, after killing Yata, promised to come after her. Mori fled in the company of Jon Grave, traveling from the mountains to the desert to remain safe. On this journey, she met her older, full-demon half-brother Oberon, and also fell in love with Jon. The two are now married, living in a house on the River Dusk.
At the Shimmering Coast, she discovered she was in her tenth week of her pregnancy (towards the end of her second trimester) with her twins due in late autumn. As a result, she was whisked to the safety of her home rather than deal with the battle. She has been there all this time, carefully getting the nursery ready for her two girls alongside Jon.
Personality: Very serious, she still can laugh and smile easily among friends if she feels the occasion calls for it. At times, she is easily confused by what others do, not understanding the reasoning or the purpose. She doesn’t like being the center of attention, and is very determined once given a goal to accomplish. With Jon, she is much more light-hearted, and can be seen smiling more often. She seems to enjoy teasing others, but especially him. She is already very maternal towards her unborn babies.
Appearance: Hair is as black as a raven’s wing, with the same bluish glint in the sun, and it comes down to the small of her back when loose, the strands in the front cut to frame her oval face delicately. Her skin is pale gray in color, and has a silvery sheen in the dark. Almond-shaped amethyst eyes look over a long, thin nose and full, pouty lips. The frame of her body is long and willowy, very graceful whether in movement or standing still. Her body lost the slightly coltish build of her teens for the more elegant and filled-out form of a grown woman, the curves of her hips and bust becoming more pronounced as her legs stayed long and lean and her waist neat and narrow; her face has also lost a little bit of baby fat left over, making her cheekbones more pronounced. A blood red garnet is set in the center of her forehead, black markings branching from it almost looking like a circlet. Her ears are pointed and slightly elongated, and she either has in a pair of garnet studs or a pair of silver hoops. Across her back, from one shoulder blade to the next and down to the small of her back, are similar black markings as the ones on her forehead. They are also on the back of her hands up to her elbows, from her ankles up to her knees, and around her neck and down to her collarbone like a collar and its charm. Another garnet was set into the charm-like marking. Two more garnets were later set at angles on either side of it, creating the appearance of an elaborate necklace. When her magic flares out of her control, the markings flare garnet red and her gems glow.
During her pregnancy, she has taken to wearing an amethyst purple, empire-waist dress that hangs off of her shoulders, the sleeves attached at her arms and her wrists, but in between there are slits in the loose fabric exposing her arms. The skirt is cut extremely loose because of her now very round tummy, the hem coming down to her knees. Rather than her usual leggings or boots, she has started wearing slippers when she goes outside, running barefoot indoors. Amethyst combs pin her hair out of her face, but it is left loose for the most part. Post pregnancy, she wears an empire-waist, burgundy cotton peasant dress that flutters down to her upper-thigh, a black velvet corset worn over it. The dress has a wide neckline so her shoulders, neck marking, collarbone, and just a hint of cleavage can be seen, as well as dipping down slightly in the back so the top half of her back marking is seen. Long sleeves cling to her upper arms, with slits up to her elbow so that they flutter away from her lower arm, exposing her arm markings. Her legs are covered by thick, black wool leggings, and her footwear is a pair of black leather boots with just enough of a heel for riding that come up just below her knees. Her hair is usually in a braided bun at the base of her skull with two burgundy combs set slightly above the sides. Always on her left hand is her wedding ring, made by Jon. (This is what happens when I get bored at camp. I'll have a slight better reference pic when I'm done goobering in photoshop, and an even better reference pic when Insain finishes the pics I've requested. biggrin .)
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:22 pm
PENDING User Name: suki_hinote
Name: Shara Nguyen.
Age: 20.
Race: Human turned demon (will explain in bio).
Gender: Female.
Rank: Third Class.
Faction: Dawn Striders
Elements: Life energy.
Weapons: 1 (one) Katana and 1 (one) pair of Brass Knuckles.
Techniques: Master of Judo, Karate, Tae Kwan Do, Kempo; basically, you name it, she's probably either a master of or has done it before. Demonic powers; which comes with extremely heightened strength, speed, and senses. Swordsman. Best used in the front lines or in hand-to-hand engagements.
Bio: Shara was an orphan at the age of thirteen when her parents ODed on some type of drug. Heroine? Cocaine? Opium? Probably opium. She liked the sound of that much better. Everything in the house was turned over; all valuables and money were taken except a strip of red fabric with a dragon design embossed on it that Shara had never seen before. Shara refused to speak at all after that.
Ergo, Shara began her life's job of pick-pocketing, but was caught by an elderly martial artist. The old man took her in and taught little Shara the tricks of the trade. She communicated in writing to get her thoughts across when necessary.
Fast-forward seven years later, Shara was cornered by a bunch of local thugs for "bumping" into them and was putting up a good fight until one of them decided, hey, why don't I start lengthening my fingernails and canines and fight like some kind of monster? And with that, they held her down while the demon bit Shara's neck, guzzled blood like nobody's business, spit some of it back onto the wound, and left Shara for dead.
Little did the demon know that Shara managed to rip part of his sleeve, which was red and was embossed with a dragon design...and also that she was turning slowly into a demon.
Two months later, Shara and the martial artist took down the organization with the dragon emblem and created a make-shift funeral for the old man after the battle. She left her hometown after that and became a wanderer, until she found out about the Dawn Striders. Deciding she had nothing better to do, she joined them.
Personality: Put simply, Shara is aloof, reticent, and pensive. She is not anti-social; she just doesn't find the need to talk unless it's necessary, and prefers to listen to the other person. She thinks that through listening, one can garner more information. However, if she's around people she's close to, she will hold a conversation.
Though she may not express it openly, Shara cares deeply for the people close to her. She will not hesitate to protect her comrades, but won't stand for glory seekers. This could also be derived from her desire to die; since she is not a demon born by birth and can never become a human again, she believes she is trash.
Appearance: x, xx, xxx
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