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Characters:

Night-Reign
Name: Trunade
Age: 19
Weapon(s): Desert Eagle, Knuckle Claws, and Long Swords
Element(s): Wind and Lightning
Appearance:
Side: Neutral ((He follows whatever side Majora is on))
Bio: Trunade grew up a rather easy life, never having any kinds of problems that were the result of the battle between heaven and the underworld. At a young age he gained a fasination in guns and soon began practicing his marksmanship with a simple b b gun. Later in life, his desire for the close range combat came in, after seeing a person being slaughtered with the use of a heavy blade. Not being in the proper physical condition to weild one, he stuck with slender long swords instead. Also, incase his sword is out of range, Trunade also wears a pair of leather gloves that have small spikes on the knuckles. It wasn't until his childhood friend, Majora, came to him for help, did he get involved with the battle that's been taking place for so long. Now that's he in it, he's determined to aid Majora...No matter what the consiquence is.
Personality: Trunade is rather laid back and easy to get along with, as long as you don't give him a reason to mistrust you that is. He's always devoted to a task that's given to him and rarely stops once he's started with an objective. Sometimes he can come off as arrogant or cold hearted, but never toward Majora.

Name: Majora
Age: 16
Weapon(s): Sacrid Pendant, Long Bow
Element(s): Light, Healing
Appearance:
Side: Heaven
Bio: Majora was very close to her parents ever since she was a little girl. For years, her mother, father, and her have lived in hiding because of the mayhem going on around them. Her world was brought down around here at the age of fourteen, when her parents were murdered in the process of moving to what was believed to be a safer hiding location. Majora managed to escape, but barely. Knowing that alone she would die, she decided to turn to the only person she knew would help her, Trunade. The two of them soon teamed up, and began fighting for the side of the heavens.
Personality: Majora tries to be as cheerful as possible, no matter what the situation at hand is. She's always kind and often tries to help others, even if it means putting herself in danger. The loss of her parents made her somewhat unstable when it comes to her emotions, so she can sometime have a sudden expression that isn't called for.

Name: Johna
Age: 18
Weapon(s): Steel Plated Shoes, Steel Plated Gloves
Element(s): Fire
Appearance:
Side: Unknown ((Heaven for the time being))
Bio: Johna grew up around danger no matter where he went, or what he did. When he was eleven, his mother was accidentally killed by an angel, and his father lost his life two years later to a fallen angel. Because of that, Johna didn't know which side to take, assuming that both were against him. During a bad run in with a fallen angel, Johna was aided by an uknown male and female, the girl healing him soon after. He later found them out to be Trunade, and Majora. Figuring that he had nothing better to do, he decided to team up with them in hopes of finding out which side was the one to perminantly choose. He's been traveling with the two of them for three months now.
Personality: Johna is cocky, blunt, conceided, and extreamly determined. No matter how grim a situation is, he strives on to the end of it, even if he has a really good chance of dying by the time it's over. He makes a habit of bragging about his past fights and well he did, even if it's not all true. The only person he's ever laxed back around is Trunade, whom he's great friends with.

Name: Spritz
Age: 18
Weapon(s): None
Element(s): Water, Ice
Appearance:
Side: Heaven
Bio: Spritz, or Clymon, which is his birth name, grew up around pain and lonelyness. He never knew his mother, and was abused by his father on numerous accounts. He was ten years old when his father was murdered, leaving him to fend for himself. Spritz spent years wandering around in the backtracks of cities, towns, villages, and forests trying to find a safe region for him to live in. One night, while resting at a lake, he was attacked and nearly killed by a hoard of demons. With the aid of three people, he managed to survive. After introductions, he found his helpers out to be Trunade, Majora, and Johna. Wanting to remain safe, he requested the perminat traveling with them, and they accepted. Since that day, a month and a half has passed.
Personality: Spritz is normally quiet, and only speaks when spoken to. The only exception is when he has an idea on what can be done to surpass a problem at hand. His voice is rather low, making it hard to hear him sometimes. He has a tendancy to stray away from new people unless given a reason to speak with, or trust them.

Name: Rexterus Drakel
Age: 20
Weapon(s): Pyrodronus: A sword that can harness the power of fire, 8 inch long slender needles
Element(s): Fire, Metal
Appearance:
Side: Neutral
Bio: ((TBA Maybe))
Personality: ((TBA))





GermanTemper1010
Name: Puer Hiems
Age: 15
Weapon: none
Element: Water (in all states, but especially liquid)
Appearance:

Side: Neutral
Bio: At the age of two, Puer's parents 'disappeared' and he was left alone, with only his seven year old sister. She soon abandoned him, and he was taken in by an elderly woman, assuming her last name shortly thereafter. As a child, he pretty much kept to himself, and he does so even more now as he found himself alone in the world once more, the woman having died but a few months ago.
Personality: Puer is a taciturn boy, keeping mostly to himself. He wears only silver in white, as he feels it keeps his spirit light. He finds it amusing when he's mistaken for a girl.

Name: Flamma Lapis
Age: 20
Weapon: katana, 9mm pistol, 12 gauge shotgun
Element: Fire, Air
Appearance:

Side: Underworld
Bio: Flamma was orphaned at the age of seven, though she really can't recall much of what happened. What she does remember is a younger sibling, though boy or girl she doesn't know. Since she turned 18, she's been in search of this sibling, this clue to her past, though all she has to go on is white hair and brown eyes that match her own, and a marking on the left shoulder of her family crest. In her search for this illusive sibling, Flamma was attacked by a gang of Heaven-helpers, who were convinced she was a demon. Most of her body is now scarred from that encounter, and when she'd healed from it, she decided to make the attack count for something, and fight for the Underworld.
Personality: Flamma is generally a loner, largely because she hates responsibility unless she chooses it. While she considers herself a pacifist, majority of her childhood was spent 'training' with a legion of fighters, and as such, she's skilled with a katana, and a sure shot.

Name: Elegi Dirigo
Age: 17
Weapon: Spiked gloves, darts
Element: Health (and a lack thereof)
Appearance:
Side: Heaven
Bio: Elegi was raised to believe that Heaven was the only side worth fighting--and dying--for, and so has spent her life devoted to the cause. Her father becoming a martyr a solidification in her mind that this was the way things were meant to be. Now she spends her time wandering, helping the cause where she can.
Personality: While preachy and oddly optimistic, she has an uncanny ability to turn anything into a vilification for the Underworld, and an adulation to Heaven.

Name: Obdorma Papaver
Age: 18
Weapon: Dagger, whip
Element: Flora
Appearance:

Side: Underworld
Bio: It was discovered at a young age that Obdorma had a gift for making anything grow. Her parents took this as a sign that she was meant to spread joy to the world, which obviously meant that she was sent by Heaven. Her parents felt that this gift should be known throughout the land, and forced her to grow unnatural things as a show. When she was 12, an Underworld soldier, having seen this display, used her own poppies to kill her parents, and set her free. Deciding then that that was what she wished to be, she begged him to take her in, and for four years he did.
Personality: Cold and callous, she has an extreme disliking for arrogance and assumptions. Obdorma has a liking for passion and loyalty, though she has very little trust in anyone.

Name: Kashistie
Age: 23
Weapon(s): Switch blade
Element(s): Puppeteering
Appearance:

Side: Unknown (seems more like Heaven)
Bio: Unknown
Personality: Kashistie seems like your average girl, but she feels the occasional need to intervene in scenes where she thinks it would be fun. Generally, she makes temporary puppets when the people are in fights or other conflictory situations.

Puer sat in what had been his room for the past 13 years, and somehow felt it foreign. He'd always been a taciturn boy, but now it seemed that this was forced rather than chosen. He let out a sigh, resting his chin on his forearm, 'We want to be alone, but never lonely,' the thought.

Flamma's energy was coursing through her body like a freshly lit kerosene blaze, and she sprinted through the streets of a newly deserted town, laughing all the while. "I can't believe they were that easy to take down!" she said to herself. "A bullet in each of 'em was enough."

Elegi stood amidst her fallen comrades, and checked for any signs of life. "Hmm," she toned softly, "whoever got them knew what they were doing." Wiping her hands off, she said, "It is obvious that the Heavens wanted me to see this so I will take out the hellion causing this destruction." After this proclamation, she did her self-appointed duty of laying out the bodies and performing the Heaven-way ritual.

Obdorma walked amidst the large trees of an unnamed forest. Though this was technically Heaven ground, she found the flora to be much livelier, and so found herself often dwelling within.

Puer sat at his window, watching the nothingness outside. A girl running through the streets shouting caught him off-gaurd, and he found himself oddly intrigued.

Flamma slowed her pace, taking a few deep breaths as she did. "I bet there's some ammo somewhere in this town," she said, "I'm getting low on the nines."

Elegi found that she's Heaven-way rituals so many times, it barely took any time at all, and she found herself on the trail of an Underworld scoundrel sooner than she'd thought.

Obdorma heard voices nearing her, and she wondered if she'd have cause for fighting. 'This is Heaven grounds,' she thought.

Flamma walked nonchalantly down the street, and, spotting a door that hadn't been boarded, tried the knob. "Locked," she muttered, "idiots." With a swift quick, she knocked in the door, and stepped inside, looking around for any supplies she might need.

Puer watched from his window as the girl entered his home. He moved quietly toward the door to his room, and inched it shut, trying to avoid the squeak. No such luck.

Flamma, hearing a noise from the upstairs, charged up the steps where she found two doors, both ajar. "Someone's here," she muttered, "and I'm guessing they're behind door number one!" This last part she said as she shoved open a door, catching a young boy off gaurd.

Puer, though fascinated with the girl, tried to get around her, but she was faster. He struggled with her, but she was stronger.

"Would you stop wriggling around, kid," Flamma said through clenched teeth. "The sooner you give me the goods, the sooner I'll be out of your hair." The boy stopped writhing about, and she released him, "Now there's a good kid."

Puer bolted the instant he was released and head down the stairs with a quick jump. He was halfway to the door when he was tackled.

"What the hell is the matter with you!?" Flamma screamed. "Just give me whatever ammo and money you got, and I'll be on my way!"

Flamma had her hand wrapped thuroughly tight around the Puer's neck, and forced him past the open doorway and into what looked like it had once been a kitchen. "Food, ammo, money, now."

Puer stared at the girl as she loosened her grip slightly, then nodded. Opening a drawer, he removed a small, faded brown pouch with a draw string and held it out to her, then opened a cupboard door and removed some dried meat.

Flamma promptly removed the meat from his hand, and felt somehow oppressed by the ongoing stare of this strange child. "What?" she demanded, "You got a problem?" When no response was given, she headed back for the door, stopping only once to say, "Listen kid, this is a ghost town, go find a real place to live." Her tone had what could be misconstrued as a concern in it, but she stepped back into the street without a second glance, and made her way down the road.

Puer stood in the kitchen a while longer, then found himself oddly moved to follow. He suddenly took off, running full pace after the girl. She was far ahead of him by the time he spotted her, and he let out one high, sharp, "Wait!"

Obdorma heard a voice as she pressed through the trees, and she moved toward it, though making sure to stay out of sight.

Elegi entered a ghost town and looked about. "This can't be right," she muttered, "no one who does damage like that would come to a place like this."

Flamma stopped at the high pitched request and turned around. "What the hell do you want, kid?" she shouted to him.

Puer ran the rest of the way to the girl, and rather than answering her, just breathed heavily, staring at her feet.