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Character Unnamed as of yet.

A once good aligned dragon whom after an honorable death is given life anew, in the body of a celestial to fight as a champion of rightiousness. This is the race of Celestial Dragoon, neither celestial or dragon but something of a different blood. Bodied in a human-like flesh which holds a honeyied tan and a light scaled texture, unrecognizable compared to normal flesh until touched. Smooth like silk with the seeming same give of flesh yet when pressured to the point where it would break it doesnt, holding a flexible strength comparable to chainmail. His gaze colored as the mid day sun bares the same three eyelids as a dragon one solid one opaque and one translucent, each manually or automatically lifted/lowered depending on the situation making most attempts to blind useless.

His internal anatomy matches that of the dragon, including an organ within the heart that regulates the transfer of the bodies energy into mighty breath weapons of holy affinity. He is Lean and well defined in structure with feathery wisps of alabaster hair flowing down his back and ornate black tribals rune marking his flesh. Yet none of this usually seen as a form fitting armor covers every inch of his being, the helm shaped like a short snouted dragons face its jaws alligned with his own as are its eyes allowing him to eat and sleep with it on the armor shaped like that of a humanoid dragon and holds a full inch of thickness while claiming full articulation letting him wear it full time. His full armorsuit and appendages are made of a unique symbiotic meteoric ore, which shatters easily but absorbs the kinetic energy of impact within each of its shattering pieces greatly reducing the flesh reaching force of an impact cut or stab. It will then begin reparing itself again relative to the damage delt determines its speed, only the armor over his neck heart and groin is relatively unassailable taking a full powered strike to damage or break through.

Fully lethal talons claim the fingers and toes of his armorsuit with extending wrist arm and elbow blades, in place of a tail and wings three bladewhip-like appendages flow from his armored shoulderblades and spine. These appendages are as long as he is tall and can extend up to three times his height, the wing replacements will generate pinions of holy energy to make fully working wings while the tail replacement will radiate that same holy energy in a full circle around the full length of the appendage. His appendages are freely controled through his nervous system as his armor is symbiotic and works with his central nervous system to give him peak efficiency. A long hilted claymore claims his back in a diagonal rest. Along its blade written in the celestial tongue glows the engraved text "Sovereign". Within the armor of his arms lay twin hilts drawn in a fiery flash to produce a full sized spear and scimitar both holding writing of the draconic tongue along their respective blades reading in glowing light (Spear): Judgment (Scimitar): Sacriment.

These weapons each hold individual enchantments and blessings which over a time period relative to the degree of damage renew both cutting edge and durability, if ever broken to no longer hold the flaw which allowed the break in the first place. These "Improving Weapons" are the core of his fighting style which derives mostly a polearm expertise with a swordplay secondary, He has a large knowledge of holy magics able to do low and mid level spells through simple gestures still needing time for those of high level. His holy breath is classified as a natural effect so magic immunities or barriers will not stop it, an immunity to holy would only prevent holy damage while doing nothing to prevent raw physical breath damage. He Fights with the might of an transcended dragon and a celestial's wrath, bladesinging a natural art that comes with his job. The elements most notibly moisture bend to his whim, able to draw liquids from any source that has it including the atmosphere the earth a plant and even a breathing organism utilizing each state of moisture in combat.

As a being born to fight the good fight he retains a chivalrous air but he is also non talkative finding little reason to talk unless it is neccissary, he is stoic in nature and overly logical. Before he became known he had lived another life far and detached the one he lives now, inherently strong he had wandered many a century before hearing rumors of a storm "Even the dragons feared". This of course peaked his interest as a gold dragon as to scare a dragon was no easy feat, so leaving his lands behind he took flight soaring halfway around his world before finding that fated chaotic storm ender of lands. He flew into it and was met with a hammerblow to the skull of disorentation, leading him to plummet and crash his wings broken beyond repair and left forleg shattered. In this state he was doomed if attacked and it didnt take long, chaotic mutants strove to end his life but he fought and fought for days he fought long after his heart should have given out but his body stood the trial till it could stand no longer and he fell dead.

His soul claimed by the storm and released in the lands of Dragon's End where it rose into heavens his land had never knew and its deeds were taken note of, its valiant fight led them to bless him a new guise to fight an age old fight and with the shape of a celestial he returned to the earth something completely different.Armed and armored from the beginning he was given no goal and no path in life left to seek knowledge in a place that would accept him and guide him, he made a name for himself in these lands slaying anything that plagued the innocent or sought to harm dragons without cause he became one the people looked to even when he did not fully understand what he was. It was the wise dragons whom opened his eyes to his past life, they saw within him the true heart of a dragon something no other race had and returned to him his memories stolen by the storn and set him on a path that suited him.



(Unarmored)


Character Name-Xylphus

Xyl to comrades, known worlds over as the Silver Eclipse. He appears in his early twenties, and holds the height Six foot one. His race is of the Stygan, yet he Often poses as an elf. His title is Soldier of Fortune yet he has also played the part of an Assassin, and in the words of lesser men a Mercenary. Yet he himself will never acknowledge such a dishonorable vile term, so loosly used by those that would turn coat at the hint of better pay.

Stoic firm and unpassive he has been known to show a great deal of warmth to anyone he fights beside, as it is the worth of ones will to live that he values most in a person. To new allys or passing strangers hardly a word can be gained from him lest it is absolutely needed, and even then he say naught but the very need at hand before again regaining his silence. Yet with one he has fought beside he is a vocal warmhearted and even cheerful comrade never hesitating to throw his own life on the line for one he has befriended.

He is fond of apples and can often be found eating one, he has developed a flawless technique for peeling an apple by merely twirling it on his fingertip and running it along the edge of his dagger. Giving him an apple is also a way to at least earn his support outside of battle sometimes even more so than money. With a passion he hates the smell of peanut butter, to the point that he will not stay in the same room if he can smell it, clearly he will not eat it either.

He is the sole survivor of the planet Stygia, its own internal war the cause of its demise. Their experiments with temporal dynamics blasting him through a rift an time/space which left him stranded on the world of Tethe'alla with an odd gift letting him freely pass into Sylverant the lasting byproduct of the temporal energies infusing within him. His status as a warrior on his own world already legendary, he had no problem quickly gaining reputation on both worlds till no warriors circle didnt know his name. Yet even with such a reputation he was very distant, he never did things to bring attention to himself so even known he was not understood. Due to this his legendary status became just that, people began to wonder if he even existed at all and many acts of heroism were claimed to have been done in his name.

So he retreated into the unknown letting his legend remain just that, while he acted in honor in his own time and own price. He works now as a wandering Soldier of Fortune, taking any job that comes in his path regardless how long it took or how easy or hard it might be. The fact that he hadnt aged a day since the very moment he first arrived in the history of the two worlds helped him hide who he was, and let him be who he wanted to be without the stigma behind being a hero. So he relishes his freedom, but the news of the maiden quickly brought his honor to the surface. He had long forgotten his past home this was his new one, the attacks were all too similar to those of that horrid creation millenia past near the time he had first arrived and he would not let these lands go to ruin.

He carries an assortment of lethal objects, most striking is the Claymore resting upon his back. Its metal a unique black that in the contact of light shines silver, it is this blade that earned him his alias. Its blade is seperated down its length by jagged fangs starting at its hilt, and traveling to its tip where akin to a dragons beak it splits into two points. These jaws are not for show the blade being fully animated it can open and shut with the crushing power of a fully aged dragons maw, along with this ability it can split in two leaving him two unique swords with a fanged edge and cutting edge. This unique Claymore has a third stage in which both halves merge top to bottom creating a lethal Glave, its spearhead housing both jaws alongside it which can open to give its thrust and slash a wider range of attack.

Hanging from thin chains on either hip lay two pairs of two Glyphblades, these unique weapons resonate a mana and neural corrupting frequency highly effective at ruining magecraft and mental abilities while augmenting his own with an inverted frequency. Lastly A pair of silver daggers worn openly on the gauntlets of his armor, these while usable as weapon in their own right serve a superior purpose melting over his gauntlets to create a sort of shifting armory. Able to shift into an assortment of shields and claws bound to the length of his arms and no farther. All that he wields is crafted of an Meteoric metal not found in the world he currently resides in which is unaffected by magnitism and heat sources, it has resisted molecular destruction leading him to believe that the metal he uses is tempered even at the molecular level. He is fully capable of forging this metal and has an abundant supply of it, using small amounts in blacksmithing to make substantially better blades for consumers than can be bought otherwise

He is an avid swordsman known worlds over, and his techniques reflect such skill. Called a Moon Cutter, he can generate a portal with a slice of his blade which will open where he wills it to go. This skill allows him to attack through one portal and have the attack appear in the other even with something as simple as a slash or thrust. He is an indescribable master of Light, able to repulse light from around him rendering him invisible and from within a source of light focus its wavelengths into prismatic edges which cut and tear with the sharpness of his blades. Along with this mastery is that of Chaotic Magistry able to weave the instabilities of chaotic force into highly destructive and disorienting forms of energy.

His armor is a unique form of mythril that absorbs light at all times, giving him an abundant supply even in utter darkness. His race of Stygan was a super advanced civilization far moreso than current humanity, their mythological comparison would be atlantians the might of a human army bound within his lean chisled body. Elven features let him easily pretend, and unnatural agility and grace of swordplay bolster that facade.






Character Name:Sephiroth

Sephiroth's personality is one of cold ruthlessness. Prior to his madness, he was not particularly anti-social, as he has friends and willingly tells Zack and Tifa about Mako and Materia on Mt. Nibel. All the same, his cold exterior and professional attitude turn people away. He is very intelligent, and is respectful to those he deems worthy - he considered Professor Gast a great scientist, but looked down on Professor Hojo and described him as "a walking mass of complexes".

Sephiroth is confident to the point of arrogance, but as the strongest SOLDIER alive it could easily be argued he has the right to be. Well-spoken and somewhat graceful, Sephiroth is universally calm, collected and in control. He can be frustrated and caught off his guard, but this rarely happens. In battle it is no different, not a blink of eye or heavy breath is ever present signifying his higher existance.

Following his fall into insanity, Sephiroth retains most of the above personality traits, but becomes murderous and vengeful as well. He also develops something of a messiah complex, proclaiming several times that he is "the chosen one", destined to lead the planet and become a God. His intelligence has increased vastly following his time in the Lifestream, and he has absorbed the knowledge of the Ancients there.

At one point, Sephiroth even says he is greater than the Ancients. He has become highly cruel and delights in mentally torturing Cloud. Sephiroth is also fiercely devoted to Jenova and her cause, even though her body serves as little more than his avatar. His love for Jenova is near absolute though there are times he has doubts of the grand scope of the events he put forth.

He wields the immutable six foot nodachi Masamune, its earthly lacerating edge allows him exquisitely aerodynamic techniques unhindered by its length. So swift and powerful are his slashes that with each one air is split and forced into additional cutting edges each housing the full force and cutting edge of Masamune whether wielded in a single hand or with the sheer might of both.

His otherworldly weaving of esoteric and masochistic energy an encompass of cosmic mysticism. Whether it is the weather, natural forces of nature or the very cosmos he has sway over it. Highly powerful in every aspect he can bring down a meteor or blanket the sky in a maelstrom of natures wrath.

His platinum tress spills past an immaculate inhumanly handsome visage where eyes of an undying mako emerald peer forth, his tight highly defined chest and abdomen sculpted of sunkissed flesh is seen within an obsidian longcoat housing silver pauldrons with brown belts crossing over his torso bound to a large belt marked by the SOLDIER emblem which holds loose pants of similar cloth to his coat tucked within his combat boots.





Character Name: Abraxis Akraxia
Alone, he was left alone.. his throat a womb birth from a bite, they filled him, she filled him her life given to him in secret before it was taken, Lilith, the Crusnik claimed by the Psychotic hand of her kindred Cain, her life gone yet neverending as it grew and festered within him filling his bones and blood, muscle and nerves, she became him, and he continued her life for her, her truth, her virtue living for the innocent remaining a part of him.

Humanity created their own demise, wrot upon their masses, innocent taken with the guilty armageddon hath no eye for truth, and it was so, purged of her children for nine hundred years they began life anew, forsaken of technology, yet not of greed her children broken but unchanged, crys to deitys ever unanswered yet religeon florished in the aftermath of the great end finally taking the military standing they had always held in the whispers of the knowledged.

His blood a living mind, one with him and with his sorrow, a Crusnik he had become, his blood hungered, hungered for those that sought the blood of life it flowed through him his mind awoken to the cries, the torture, and he took the path of his sire, his love, he hunted them, yet took no loyalties, he did it purely for her, from the very beginning she was against them those humans and everything else that would claim the harmless, the helpless.

Whether a darkblood or mortal taken by greed , simply monsters they were the same.. most cared nothing for anything but sustaining themselves, killing, murder, death, torture, twisted beings by choice not by nature and thus they were less than vermin, primed for death and clensing, he hunted them without yield, as they did with the masses.

For Nine Hundred years he walked, and cried, every night a new reminder, the face of every woman haunting him, yet within every face that haunted him two would bless him, saving the oppressed, freeing the captive, he let not even the homeless be taken for every life is precious lest it have not been given at all, and he knew naught but death would stop him from walking nine hundred more upon the same path, following the same justice.

His alabaster tresses rippled down his back like gossamer strands of snow swept in a winter breeze flowing alongside a gaze of calculating emerald that sees the world in all its truth, this gaze of truth lays set in a visage of ashen pale flesh molded upon a face of inhuman appeal leaving little to be desired, this flesh caressed the every defined muscle of his lean structure as if guided by a sugeon's scalpel.

Upon such an immaculate structure rests black belts, these belts begin at his throat and travel down, leaving not an inch of his flesh to the eye his arms and abdomen given strictest attention layered double with these belts, resting upon his shoulders is an ornately woven obsidian coat, along the collar and wide sleeves lay silver crosses in three rows linked upon a silver lining, white gloves claim his hands and a identical vermillion crux marks the top of both, these gloves a testiment to his honor and valor.

These match the silver plate upon the shoulder of the jacket and the very center of its back marked by a vivid vermillion crux surrounded by laurels of platinum leaf, where his belts end a silver trimmed belt begins a large crest matching the emblem upon his back at its center, binding onyx pants of crisp noble craft upon a swift lower body these pants brush the toe of regal military boots shined to perfection.

Held in a sheath on his back rests a single Yoshimitsu, infused with his own nanomachines which improve and repair the blade at a whim, other than that he would seem unarmed, but after all he is a Crusnik, the nano machines within his blood can craft Blood-Catalyst Weaponry under the same standards as his Yoshimitsu ever changing and improving as his will warants it, these weapons as his hunger incarnate ravenously drain the blood and stamina of non-crusnik beings on contact.

Along with this gift of weaponry, this crusnik blood and being can empower in percentages, either by vocal or mental command, when in this state he is pure warrior, possessing immense power and destructive potential, his mind given Advanced Psychokinetics and the use of Hyper Resonant Acoustics, his own neural charge amplified in grand Bio-Electric techniques and both his nails and hair take on a hardened aspect.

His nails able to extend long distances like swords hardened by the nanomachines, his hair whiplike yet also able to pierce like a needle, he also lays claim to highly advanced regenerative properties, while limited in combat to a very slow healing factor when outside of battle he can regenerate even fatal wounds in moments so long as his brain is still functioning, he may also sprout black feathered wings allowing flight and aerodynamic combat with feathers like razors.

Crusniks a man made, but extraterrestrial born lifeform, live with Nano Machines within their blood body and mind, akin to a dormant symbiote they gift their host while hungering for the blood of those that partake on lifeblood, not unlike vampires of lore yet these beings feast upon them, and other non-Crusnik blood types.

(Human Guise)


(Crusnik)




Character Name: Glade Ripshield
Once mortal he was the youngest Arthurian Grand Paladin at only twenty one years of age, right of the throne held by Lucian Von Solace, Holy Lord of the continent Arthuria he like his king was loved by his people and he was set to marry a Maiden of the Wing a woman said to have been touched by the divine host due to a pale white wing gracing their right cheek at birth.

Yet sadly it wasnt to be, for the day of that most blessed event would bring not crys of joy but of horrific torment, his blade of the utmost divinity and his knights unrivaled in the lands yet not enough to save his or their lives for not mortal beings did they cross on this day of the fallen, a horrific uprising lead by the crown prince Alaster, whom taken by the gehennan lord fiend Alvangrif purged the once holy continent of all life leaving a husk a cess pool for demonkind.

With his death at such defiled hands taint soaked his soul and he was divided his once blessed soul assured salvation could not take the path of light, nor however was he so far gone, that he would be conquered by the evil tainting him, and so he was given to Purgatory left in a complete balance of light and darkness neither side could claim him.

Spending time in a realm of nothingness wore him thin, he begged the heavens for truth be told he would never forget he knew his path he knew his belief and the darkness welling up within him would be his tool not his master, he pled and pled and he was answered, the eyes of the divine host saw him saw within him, saw his will not bending but overpowering the evil of the lord fiend and for this he arose, granted the title of Reaper, his kindred spirits lay claim to Grim Reaper yet the host could not give him this job.

His soul was not for gathering, he was a warrior, he strove to vanquish evil it was within every fragment of his torn and tattered soul, and so he became their Condemner, placed back upon the earth he left behind he was filled with the divine host and ghastly reaper, and set to cleanse the world of its evil, on his continent and all the others.

His hair a wild wispy white drained of all color falls around his head brushing his collarbones at its longest points, this ghastly mane outlines a gaze of grey deviod of light, his flesh such a pale hue that it would seem not a drop of blood ran through him and as if the sun had never kissed him, this flesh lay taut upon a lean warriors build swift and agile yet lacking not the muscle to dominate.

His entire torso lay wrapped in black belts extending up his neck and down to his wrists, the belts of ghastly materials seem to hold an aura all their own seen between some belts are grey wrappings which hang at some points tattered, pants of white cloth garb his lower body of equally ghastly form, as are his footwear, of white armored leather that belt up to his knee leaving his pants tucked within them to gather at that point, atop it all is a cloak of much mystery, as stark a white as his hair, it moves and sways even without wind, it folds in upon itself and seems to break and re-allign as would a dancing flame.

His right arm from fingertips to elbow is naught but a skeletal limb, not a shread of flesh muscle blood or tissue lays upon it, this limb having been severed by the lord fiend could only return in this horrific form, yet in truth it is a gift, the bone is as hard as any angelic blade blessed by the divine host itself able to repair and harden at a whim, his skeletal fingers are like talons and the spaces between bones allow for unique abilities, the joints able to constantly twist for a drill-like effect.

He wears a solid disk-like blade over his bony knuckles able to be launched and recalled at a whim, the blade is forge of many distinct metals adamant, mythril, devils steel and divine steel making it a very hard and sharp striker, upon his fleshed left hand he wears an ordinary black fingerless glove with a one inch divine steel spike over each knuckle.

His cloak in truth is a physical manifestation of the Reaper within him it is a link a portal if you will to the other side, and within this portal dwell his weaponry, the cloak itself has a horrific gift, if it is able to take hold of a foe it can overload the mind with images born of the foes deepest fears affecting all five senses simultanously, besides this it can lash slash and pierce with spiritually honed force and edge.

The many weapons dwelling on the other side are for the most part dubbed ArmoryEdges, for each has a gunplatform within a size and type suitable sword, Pistol Platformed Shortsword, Shotgun Platformed Whipblade, Rifle Platformed Broadsword, Sub-Machinegun Platformed Rapier, Heavy Machinegun Platformed Chainshot Guillotine Blade, Sniper Rifle Platformed Portal Cutter, Warhead Launcher Platformed Scimitar, Shrapnel Incindary Launcher Platformed Shard Sword and the Heavy Armor Piercing Cannon Platformed Greatsword, the tenth of these weapons was bestowed by the divine host itself,dubbed the Fathers Soul it is a Arch Holy Light concentrator platformed Balance Blade.

His other unique and Blessed weapon is a Reapers Scythe dubbed the Shattered Dusk, it has a forward curved scythe blade with two curved blades beneath, the second longer than the third, and on the back of the scythe-head are three Ghast Blades the top one being the shortest and bottom the longest, these blade due to the unique craft of the scythe are able to rotate at an extremely high rate around the scythe head in essence creating a horrificly lethal circular saw with a huge attack range due to the Soul Blades generated by its spinning.

His abilities entail a vast compendum of holy arts and reaper soul arts, he can travel back and forth through time but it is a very draining skill, from his long life in many timezones he has adopted both modern and ancient weapons to fit in with the times he has entered, he knows many ancient magics and can freely weave mana, the Ether Arts are some of his strongest and by far most destructive skill used when facing beings of supernatural standing, called the Pale Death by any that have seen his Judgement and lived he is scripted in legends and folklore spanning written history.



(Glade Ripshield the Pale Death)


(Glyph Scythe the Shattered Dusk)


(ArmoryEdges assorted types within Ghast Cloak)




Character Name:Fenris Kra'Veinra


Fenris was born in Menzoberranzan in 1167 DR as the third son to Vlashelda Kra'Veinra, the Matron Mother of Kra'Veinra. He was originally meant to be sacrificed to Lolth, the Demon Queen of Spiders, being the usual fate of the third living son of any Drow house, but was spared just minutes after his birth when the oldest Kra'Veinra brother, Zekvanra, was assassinated by the second-oldest brother, krugred, during a raid on a rival house.

Fenris's father was Alandrus, the renowned weapons master of House Kra'Veinra. Alandrus secretly hated Drow society as a whole and it was he who taught Fenris his formidable martial skills, but more importantly, reinforced Fenris's innate moral code.

During a raid against a group of surface elves, Fenris found himself unable to participate in the slaughter with his fellow Drow. He pretended to kill an elven child but actually helped her to escape. When the deception was discovered Alandrus was sacrificed to Lolth as punishment. Following a war against another House, Fenris cursed his family and the evil drow ways, and escaped Menzoberranzan into the Underdark. Hunted as a traitor to his race, he found that most other people he met treated him with hatred and disgust due to the legacy of the drow, leaving only the most open-minded and open-hearted to accept him.

One of these people was Valwar laesengulp, a svirfneblin or deep gnome. Fenris wandered the Underdark together with Valwar and a polymorphed pech nicknamed Clacker, but after fighting off the resurrected spirit-wraith of his father Alandrus, Fenris left Valwar and found his way to the surface. On the surface Fenris met up with a blind human Noble Assassin named Alhanvek Debrouchee. When Alhanvek began teaching him the ways of the Noble Assassin Fenris realized that, unknowingly, he had been following these principles his entire life. From this time on Fenris made his patron god Solonor Thelandira, god of the hunt,survival and of Noble Assassins.

After the death of his mentor Fenris traveled the realms in search of a new home all the while lending his services to noble causes which is where he gained the majority of his blessed weapons, he eventually found himself in Icewind Dale where he met dwarven king Grumnor Siegefallen; Grumnor's adopted human daughter, Lemneu-brie; the barbarian Whingar Bruenor's adopted human son; and Aegis Rumblebelly, a loyal but unadventurous halfling. The group had many adventures together and would come to be known as the Comrades of New Moon, when one such adventure led Fenris and his friends south, to Alabaster Hall a city of the dwarves, where they currently reside.

Thrice in his life Fenris has regressed into a bestial and instinctive state of mind, in which he was identified as the Slayer. The first time this happened was when Fenris fled Menzoberranzan and was living in the wilds of the Underdark. The second was when he went back to his homeland to prevent harm from coming to his friends. The third time was during the war with King Nenbuld Many-Arrows when Fenris thought Grumnor and his friends had been slain by Nenbuld's horde of orcs.

After nearly defeating Nenbuld atop a mountainside using his Blessed Katars, Fenris left with his elf companion Ananovindil to visit the grave of Ellifain, the elven child he had spared many years ago. Upon his return to Alabaster Hall, Fenris is conflicted by the idea that the formerly war-like orcs are trying to live together with the dwarves in harmony. By the end of events Fenris and Grumnor join forces with Nenbuld, who now wishes to live in peace with the other races, against a power-hungry half-orc half-ogre named Grguch who is challenging Nenbuld's right to rulership of the orcs.

Fenris is an unusual specimen of the predominantly evil drow race, whose society normally thrives on chaos, subterfuge and scheming. Much like his father Alandrus, he was born with a strong sense of morals and fights on the side of good and justice. Despite his tremendous skill with weapons, Fenris is primarily a peacemaker who is always willing to avoid a fight if he can, although he makes exceptions for irredeemably evil races such as orcs, giants, yetis, and goblins which is where his Assassin role comes to light. Even then he looks for exceptions to the stereotypical prejudice of those races.

Fenris harbors a deep love for the surface world and cherishes his place on it. Initially the sunlight was horribly painful to his eyes, accustomed to the little to no light of the Underdark; over the years he has spent above ground he has gradually become accustomed to it, although in his journal entries he remarks that the pain he still feels is a reminder not to ignore his heritage and the things he's done to overcome it.

He possesses a controlled anger, a legacy of the time he spent living alone in the wilds of the Underdark. While he has mastered that side of his psyche, which he refers to as the Slayer, he can still call upon it when he is hard-pressed. The Slayer is a purely instinctual being, which propels him to an almost invincible fighting state while stripping him of any compassion.

A straight single edged sword is sheathed directly along his spine,within the scarf around his neck lay pellets of super concentrated poisons,acids and mana reserves if a dire usage of magic is needed,the near shoulder length archer gloves that hug his arms and hands were enchanted by a great wyrm whos life he spared,they can become large taloned gauntlets able to shread most solid objects with ease,their enchanted property also allows them to harm incorporal beings.

His main weapons however are Katars,commonly known as punching daggers they are gripped with a handle horizontally behind the blade,somewhat like brass knuckles or trench knives,although called punching daggers they serve just as well as slashing weapons,his Katar are made of the bone of an corrupt black wyrm,blessed after being forged they are amazing dragon slaying weapons durable enough to withstand any assault without breaking,their edge sharp enough to slip right between a dragons scales or right through them if needed.

He also has two sets of quivers,one concealed in his right glove,the other in his right boot,each holds 100 needlebarb arrows,shot with his collapsable ash bow,held in a pouch at his side,his accuracy is so great he can sever a strand from a spiders web from 400 yards away without disturbing the spider.

Many small assorted knives,daggers,needles and other varied throwing weapons lay concealed within his garments,they are used in stealth and rarely if ever used as a main weapon unless an opening is offered.

Seen in his appearance the fibers of his clothing are made of an unique blend,Red dragonscales are woven with Crimson Bloodsteel thread to make his scarf,the white chestplate that hugs his lean chest leaves his hardened and scarred abdomen uncovered,it is woven of White dragon scale and Frostwind thread stitched between two pieces of White dragon hide,his pants are woven same as his scarf,the belts that hold some of his gear are made of many layers of dragon hide,his boots as well.

These various fibers,scales and hides give him a large resistance to temperature based offencives and a moderate resistance to magic as a whole,the scarf causes his bloodloss to reduce by half as a constant enchantment.

Along with hs peerless martial talents he has an uncanny knack for the mystic,able to freely use mana to gather and create elements and other magic abilitys,including enfusing his weapons with an element or even a summoned spirit giving them varied attributes,he can also easily weave the shadows.

A unique talent he has not lost even in his time on the surface is the use of the ghastly purple elven flame,it is used to bolster the fighting spirit when he envelopes himself in it and easily enhances his fighting ability while it glows around him.

As a drow however,it has a second purpose hence its ghastly visage,if he is able to spread the flame on another being it will cling to them and begin sapping their life force,the life force taken is then given to him,the longer the flame remains on the target the faster it drains and it cannot be put out like normal fire,only through magical means.

This flame can also affect undead beings such as zombies vampires and even spectrals like wraiths and ghosts,with undeads,it begins deteriorating the connection between the undead body and what possesses it,with spectrals it begins deteriorating their connection to the mortal plane.

While this flame may seem all consuming,it takes natural battle energy to maintain,if he at any point calms down it immediately fades away,he cannot force himself to anger in order to maintain it,he must be in an actual battle and be in some sort of risk to even conjure this flame.

His most notable strength is his advancement far beyond even an elite of his race,spending hundreds of years on the surface where a drow could just as easily die of horrid burns his body was forged in the sun and light to its utter peak allowing him to be a match for any race mortal or immortal, and a dire threat to races of the darkness,more so to those that cannot even enter sunlight.

His greatest weakness however is still the sun,his mastery of the shadows is used to blanket himself in a paper thin veil of shadow,invisible to the eye but enough to fully block the sun,without the veil even with all his advancement his abilities are reduced by half,his martial skills however are not reduced he is only left with a constant burning pain that may or may not distract him.

A second gift from the great wyrm he spared,was an egg,which hatched into what is now his only companion,a young silver dragon Sllathinara,she is a clear sign of his now blessed status helping him avoid misguided hatred,she is usually shrunk and hidden within one of his countless pockets,her maximun size is around that of a full grown tiger in height,but quite longer nose to tail,her wingspan is also large enough to cause powerful gusts of razor wing when agitated,exeedingly intelligent they speak telepathicly and she provides a great mental barrier at all times.



(fully armed and clothed)




(colored,relaxing beneath the moon)





(sllathinara)






Username-Narukami Isshino

Character Name-Fritz Von'Fearghas

(unarmored)



(in full Dragoon Armor wielding Lanceblade)



(in Anima Flux state,can take this form with or without Dragoon Armor)



(His Anima Forms,see individual picture for type)

(Shadows)


(Solar,Lunar, and Chaos)



(Dragon Lord Form)


Fritz was your average run of the mill Dragoon,his skill was nothing special just enough to keep his status,this of course earned him the harsh end of his fathers lance,who happened to be the Dragoon Knight instructor in the kingdom of Burmecia land of eternal rain,fritz was one of the dragon people that called that land of storms home.

However Fritz took his fathers chastisement without notice,his eyes were always looking past the storms,to the lands beyond,it just so happened as he was patroling the outskirts of the far town much to his dismay that he came upon a wet, torn, and seemingly lifeless wolf, not a fang like the common fiend of the area but a wolf, such a beast he had never seen in all his young years and the dimming amber gaze of its eyes awoke something in the lazy boy.

He took the wolf into an empty shed,and covered it in blankets,lighting a small fire within a ring of stones and left, regardless of how he wanted to care for the beast he had a duty to fullfill, he reported that all was well and hastily returned to the hut where sadly despite his efforts, the wolf had returned to the planet leaving an empty mortal shell.

He wept, he didnt even know what the beast was but he wept, Death was something he had never seen and he felt a passion rise within him, his tears forned a pool at his knees which rose in the shape of the wolf and it spoke, "noble lad, you who knew not who i was nor why i had come, took the time to try and save my life for this i will give you my Spirit and the will to save Life, I Am Skoll, Anima Of The Sun Hear My Howl And Awaken"

With these mighty words,for the first time in the land's history,the sun pierced through the eternal clouds like a spear and struck Fritz filling him with courage, strength and the will and drive to save lives, after this day, he arose in his land a Dragoon without peer venturing to far and unknown lands where he forged a new life.

The Anima or Sovereign Wolven Spirits found him from time to time and bestowed him a new gift and form as he earned them, when his strength reached a foretold level he awoke to his Bloodline Form, the ancient form of his dragon people which was in truth a dragon itself,a spawn of the True Bahamut,of whos spirit was fragmented and dwells in varied summoning stones.

When he reached that level he was whisked away to the spirit realm where as a rite of passage by his people for the very few Burmecians that reached this stage he would do battle with Bahamut, it wasnt expected for him to win just survive, for Bahamut was the Sovereign of all Dragons, and he didnt win, but what he did in that realm opened a new page in his life which he is only now beginning to write.

He is still very laid back,but the laziness from his youth is long since forgotten,he is noble and will put his life on the line for any innocent that cannot help themself, however he strongly believes in the strength one can gain from trial and tribulation and will let a person fight their own battle if they have even the slimmest chance of surviving to learn the lesson meant for them.

Fritz has extensive abilities as a Anima Dragoon and all are noted in his journal,

MAGIC
Elemental-Mid level usage of the base elements to attack or alter his surroundings
Fire, Ice, Lightning, Wind and Earth,each requires a small expendage of Mana to use but as base magic he can use them almost endlessly without tire.

Arcana-High level magic used to unleash spirits and draw energy from the surroundings,the spirits gathered can be used in a myriad of ways, such as attacking insubstantial beings, set to self destruct in which the resulting blast can be felt on both the physical plane and incorporal plane, enhancement of the bodies inner spirit which in turn enhances the body itself and the very the highest of Arcana spells, which sacrifices gathered spirits to manifest raw Ether for wide spread destruction.

Anima exclusive magic-When in a Anima form,he gains High level magic corrisponding to the form he is in (see caption over image to determine gained magic)

DRAGON ARTS

Abilities unique to Dragoons of Burmecia they require no Mana to use as they draw from the surroundings.

Lancet-a syphoning aura surrounds his weapon for one post,if his weapon makes even the slightest contact whether skin or clothing to his enemy it drains 10% of their life force and mana,giving it to him.

Reis' Wind-Casts a regenerative wind over himself and any he may be fighting with which immediately recovers 20% life force and for the next 4 turns recovers 5% of his and their life force per turn, the wind fades after 4 turns.

Dragon Breath-Unleashes a mighty breath weapon of Fire, Ice, Lightning, or Non Elemental with a high paralysis chance,all four are equal to high level magic and cannot be unleashed two turns in a row.

White Draw-Raises a white mist around himself and any he fights with which immediately recovers 20% Mana and for the next 4 turns recovers 5% of his and their Mana per turn, the mist fades after 4 turns.

Luna-sends a mist of moon dust toward the enemy,if it contacts them it will put them in a beserked state where they will attack with greater strength but be unable to willingly block any attacks (blocks by luck of cource are possible) as they will be constantly trying to attack,this effect will not fade until healed of status,killed or knocked out.

Six Dragons-releases six serpentine dragon spirits which first attempt to bind (slow status if successful) whether they fail or succeed they then attempt to dig their claws and teeth into the enemy (multi status per dragon:poison, paralysis, deep frost, heavy burn, silence, confuse) if and only if both prior attempts succeed however many dragons were successful self destruct for massive damage,the others just fade away.

Cherry Blossom-releases a storm of razor sharp cherry blossom petals which conceal small dragon sprites,as the petals swarm around the enemy the sprites guide them to vital areas (high chance of multiple critical hits if not escaped or destroyed by the next turn)

Dragon's Crest-A glowing dragon crest forms beneath the enemy and swiftly unleashes a large pillar of piercing light straight upward (rapid attack high damage rating)

JUMP STRIKES

Special Attacks standard to most Dragoons.

Jump-must jump to use any of the following skills,his jump takes him extremely high and makes most attacks fail due to range.

Dragon Lunge-Shoots down with his weapon held down in front of him using all the force and speed from such a high drop in attempt to impale his enemy in one clean shot.

Dragon Twister-Flings his weapon down with a twist,the twist rapidly becomes a razor wind twister that impacts with the weapon and then bursts outward,he falls right behind his weapon and so remains in the core of the twister.

Dragon Talon-From his place high above he thrusts his weapon once but a mass of weapons fall,a random number anywhere from two to ten when any hit ground they unleash a small but very powerful shockwave.

TRANFORMATIONS

Anima-At any time he can take the form of one of the Anima within him (moderate mana cost)

Dragon Lord-At any time he can take his Bloodline form (large mana cost)

Anima Flux-only during battle may he take this fused form that cannot use any mana draining skills but highly enhances his physical talents(no mana cost,slow mana drain while active,when all mana is drained he gains a large boost to all physical stats)

FLARE BLADE

Blade Attacks granted by his Lanceblade.

Flare-casts the very powerful flare, a non elemental blast that does more damage to stronger enemies.

Flare Edge-surrounds his blade in Flare causing his attacks to release flare upon impact(only usable in Broad Sword or Great Sword form)
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Most of his life was spent in a land of eternal rains, and as such he is weakened in arid areas such as deserts, it isnt heat that affects him so much as dry air.

Another weakness is his urge to help,he will put his life on the line without thinking of the end outcome.

He is prone to giving second chances even to the most evil of people for he trys to see good in everyone.

His weapon the Lanceblade was crafted from the severed horn of the Sovereign Dragon Bahamut after Fritz fought but lost to the mighty deity, for his skill in being able to sever one of his great horns, a sign of a dragon's power, Bahamut forged the Horn into an Enchanted Blade, which had the properties of a Greatsword Spear and Lance.

It can split into a pair of smaller Broad Swords and can freely change between a Complete Lance, Complete Spear and Complete Greatsword,regardless of the form it holds it is an exceedingly sharp and durable weapon taking the very breath of Bahamut to shape it.

Because Bahamut tempered it with his breath,the powerful ability known as Flare was infused within it, and can be released at will with an expendage of his Mana,the blade is alive with a fragment of Bahamut's soul and because of this,it grows in experience with Fritz,eventually it will unlock new weapon forms and advanced Flare Blade skills.

His Dragoon Armor is composed of an Adamant and Orichalcum alloy making it both extremely heavy, and extremely durable, the fact that he still utilizes his jump skills with no effort shows the strength he holds,beneath the armor he wears a black dragon scale bodysuit which provides ample protection from projectile and the various openings left in his armor.

His Anima Flux melds the sheer power, durability and flight of his dragon lord form, with the agility, speed and evasiveness of his Anima forms, he can also use his weapons in this form and wear his armor.


(my kingdom hearts love is an on and off thing,right now its on n.n so here are some random but very cool keyblades)























(also a keyblade wielder i made many years ago, the artwork is less than my current standard but i still love what i made of him)