SunouNeozaki
 Hmmmm... Well what can I say... Im new to FanFic but I love to read the stories that people have been posting. Im starting to write my own but unfortunatly I have NEVER been good at starting a story, or ending one... lol Gender: Male From: USA Interests: Anime, Drawing, Reading, and Finaly working on my BIG BIG story that me and my friend are working on. Personal thoughts on Paring for my fave Animes: Naruto: NaruXHina ShikaXTema NejiXTen SakuXLee ChojiXIno Bleach: IchigoXRukia ConXRukias Pill thingy... hehehehe. I read The Great Odassy of Con... heheheh.. -giggles pervertedly like KAKA-sensai- --Future Characters the will be used in my FanFics-- Note: All these Character I have made myself and used in ways that make my knowlegde of them better then ANY other. (The First two are my RPin Characters. They are in a different world and are semi basic Though that will change soon enough) Yoshimoto: Real Name: Yoshimoto Naguoa Known As: Yoshi Age: 27 Apparent Age: 26 Race: Human Gender: Male Weight: 180 lbs. Height: 5’ 9’’ Clothes: Lower Body: Kimono Bottoms Middle Area: Obi (belt) Upper Body: Silk Kimono Feet 1: Tabi (Socks made with the big toe separated from the other toes for the waraji) Feet 2: Waraji (sandals) Appearance: History: Prelude pt 1: Bushimu was an elite samurai, whose life was the emperors. Little did he know that the Shogun had plans of his own. Not long before Yoshi was born the Shogun tried to assassinate the Emperor who unified the province of Japan. Bushimu was the one who learned of the mission and was sent to bring justice to the Shogun. Bushimu fought hard and in the end won the day as he drove his katana through the Shoguns heart. With the Shogun dead Bushimu was praised as a hero of Japan. He was awarded land for his deeds to the emperor. This is were he met Oboro. She was a Geisha and very expensive. Though with his new status Oboro was given to Bushimu as a token of the villages gratitude. Bushimu died at the age of 42. Oboro was 20 when she became impregnated with Yoshimoto and the nine months that followed were unhindered. She was ripe and her womb was natural so the monks told. Bushimu was proud to hear that he would have a male child. The family line would be passed on. Along with Bushido. The Samurai Way. He was born in the seventy second year of the two hundred year war. Kyoto had been on many sides since the battle began but for once in fifty years they had a brief time of peace, but that is about to change. As a child he was to be taught the way of bushido. Also mastering the katana and the bow. The children and adults would practice with wooden katanas. That was the same for Yoshimoto. He meditated for five hours a day then he would practice the sword. His skills in the sword and bow came quickly and he found himself practicing with the adults at the early age of ten, when most would advance at the age of fifteen. His marksmanship was better then most of the adults but no one complained about a kid of only ten being able to shoot and hit the target farther on ground and on horse back. At one point in his training he was told by his sensei to take on three adults at once. The feet was hard for even the most experienced samurai. Yoshi was willing to test his skills against the fully trained samurai. The sticks flew rapidly coming faster and faster but Yoshi didn’t back down. He could almost see the blades in their blinding speed but he could always hear the whistle. His ears were by far his best advantage over all the samurai in his village. The training continued and Yoshi found himself pushing the adults back. First one step. Then another. Then another. Finally as the adults were about to take their fourth step back Yoshi found his opening and stricked fast and hard. Clack, clack, clack. The adults fell to the ground one grabbing his hand, one his chest, the other was bleeding from the mouth. Yoshi was proud of himself and his sensei was astounded. Five years past and he still continued to advance in his training. Now he was able to make his stand with his father as a full samurai. They shared battles and conquests with each other. Proud as his father was Yoshi was still growing in power, and the calm of battle was ending. Bushimu died late in the night of a heart attack the following night. Yoshi was wounded psychologically. His father was more of a friend at his death. The fallowing week Yoshimoto received a letter from the empire of Edo. Prelude pt 2: Weeks past after his fathers death. He trained more and more everyday. The training took away the pain of his fathers death and he wanted to train a little bit more before he left to aid the empire. When he arrived in Sekigahara he was welcomed like a hero. His father was the hero but he would still command a part of the army that was now gathering for the impending battle. After the wait for all the soldiers and samurai to gather there was a total of 81,890 warriors. The second largest numbered assembly of fighters in the history of Japan. The apposing army was consisted of 88,888 men. The LARGEST known to record. The battle began on July 19th of the Edo period. That morning the men suited up and prepared. Yoshi and his men were to head the first attack and cut through the defenses. Not an easy task for only 300 samurai. Though as elite trained as the men were there was a small shimmer of hope that they would accomplish the feat. The opposing army gathered. HUGE numbers that which the samurai clans that fallowed Yoshi had never seen before. The charge was eminent. The battle began as the invading army charged. Unsheathing his twin katana Yoshi started off, the others fallowing in his wake. The two sides met each other in the middle of the huge field that would soon be covered in large amounts of blood and body parts. Calm and collected Yoshi started the dance of death he was so used to. The first 5 enemies approached him and he killed them easily with basic slash and jab moves. The others were doing the same. As one unit they pushed back into the army taking gun fire but still moving. (The enemy’s army is about a mile back of people). Yoshis group continued to kill hundreds of men. Then the other units of the army started to fight. Twenty minutes into the fight over half of Yoshi’s unit was killed, but Yoshi didn’t mind much. The men fought and died for their empire and the unification of Japan. The final battle of Yoshimoto in Japan began. Yoshi waited for the general to strike. Holding his blades apart he waited. The general came forth strong as Yoshi knew he was. The General striked swiftly at Yoshi’s left but it was blocked be the katana. Contering the attack quickly Yoshi started with a basic slash fallowed by combinations of more technical jabs and thrusts. These were met perfectly with the Generals blade. They were even. The general started forward jumping high into the air and pulling the blade down to strike at Yoshi’s head. The attack was blocked and the second sword slashed the generals middle. The armor took most of the blow but it was still cut through. The general started bleeding out lightly. He grabbed at the slash. His brown hair swinging back. Yoshi began again with even more complex attacks but the never hit the target. The general wounded as he was still put up a great fight. They continued for three minutes both finally receiving wounds. The final stance was taken by Yoshi. Morning takes flight was the name of the stance. His blades were crossed leaving his middle wide open. Then a summoner pulled out of the crowd of fighters and started chanting a complex spell that would shake the world. Throwing his hands into the air a vortex enveloped Yoshimoto. The spell was so complex it had summoned the space/time continuum itself and Yoshi was stuck in it. The vortex began to swirl. The area around him began to get sucked into the vortex along with him. Chapter 1: Divine Salvation “Ittai koko wa doko da?" Yoshi asked himself as he rose from the ground in an unknown place hurting and bleeding from the battle he just fought. “You are in a new world. One that is old but new to the times. The world that you know stand on is called Tarak’Lina. It is a vast world with many peoples. Do not be surprised if you see mystical creatures that were only myth in our world. All that you will now become will be more powerful then anything you could have became in our world. IF you can find a way back to our world you would be a new person. Better in knowledge and stronger then you could ever imagine. As we speak this world is being invaded by creatures from space. They are strong, but you and the knowledge you posses will see you through the troubling times that will fall ahead of you.” spoke the voice of his father. “How are you speaking to me father” asked Yoshi “As I just said son this world is vast. You will learn more in your long travels on this world, but first notice that your swords have changed material. They are now of wood. It happens sometimes, but lets just be glad you are still yourself. Not many can travel through the space/time continuum and survive. Don’t worry to much on the material. There are many shops and towns that will be able to sell you weapons and armors. One last thing. You will notice people shooting fire and thunder and other such elements from their hands and summoning dark beings. This is called magic. It could and SHOULD become one of your greatest weapons besides your katana.” spoke his father “Magic. Ok father I will do my best, but two more things. What continents are there, which one am I on, and how will people understand me. I only know Japanese.” asked Yoshi. “First. There are six continents. Rurian, Linmotar, Naan, Mekong, Deshkin, and Nasylum. You now stand on the continent of Linmotar. Lastly. You have been sent to a world were people will understand you instantly. You may think your speaking Japanese but your not. Your really speaking the common language of this realm.” spoke his father Yoshi nodded then looked to the horizon. He was in a new world. He knew how to fight, but he would still have to learn more. More about this magic. More about this world in general. He did know that he could learn more in a library. He also knew that most major port cities would have these libraries. He left. Looking for a town in which to learn more about this new world that he would call home. Abilities Combat: Amateur Samuria Bladed Weapons Mastery (2): He has trained in all weapons used by Samuria . He can deal moderate Damage with a moderate chance of killing. Magic: Body: Amateur Ambedexerous (2): Yoshi is trained in the art of wielding two weapons. He can now do standard moves without hurting himself. Amateur Strength (2): Yoshi has the strength of about 2 average men Amateur Speed (2): Yoshi can run twice as fast as a normal human. Attitude/Alignment or Personality: Bushido. He is courageous, honest and wise. Righteousness is his way. He is a benevolent man. He holds honor and loyalty above all else. He respects all and in turn gains respect back. Weapon: Dual Katanas: Marusame: Legendary Katana (meh just something interesting. Water Element based) Otodome: Wakazashi (special Ice hybrid can freeze lembs after three stricks or so) Armor: Red Samurai Armor. (Studded leather Jerken armor) Location From: Edo, Japan (if you don’t know were Edo is It is later known as Tokyo) Now: Marsh, Linmotar Religion: Shintoism Atlas: Real Name: Alatur Known As: Atlas Apparent Age: 24 Race: Demon Gender: Male Weight: 220 Height: 6’ 3’’ Clothes: Black pants, Black Shirt, Black socks, Black Boots Appearance: Think of the most evil creature ever thought up of add five inch horns sticking out of his for-head and razor sharp claws that can retract so he can use a weapon, blackest of black eyes that anyone who looks into can actually loss themselves, Vampire like teeth and flowing silver hair and muscles any man would dream to have and you would have Atlas. History: Well I’m over 300 years old but that life in the 9 hells is now gone and Ill never repeat it to anyone for it will drive all who hear it into madness. How about you die then you’ll know what I’m talking about. However I will tell you of the three years I’ve been on this plane. Prelude: part 3 (Age 200); section 1 “And why am I going to lead your armies” Asked Atlas to his future lord. “Because you are the strongest DEMON amongst your kind. You have the ability to go far, but first you will be my scout. I will have five other demons be a part of your cell. These five if you so choose will come to their rightful place as you do. They are of fire, earth, blood, water, and wind. You are the highest of the elemental demons. YOU alone can harness the power of all 6 elements and in the end once you achieved that I MYSELF will teach you the darkest of elements the element of VOID” spoke the lord of demons. “Now that sounds reasonable” spoke Atlas in his dark and evil voice. “Good Your first mission will be to scout the fire plane of Orthanixa the Pit Lord has fallen and I what to make sure one of MY Pit Demons rises to that position. You will meet your team outside of my gates… “I have devised a name for your group Atlas. You shall be known as The Demons of Fate and in the end you WILL be the fate of your enemies. Now GO and return we you are done. If you are spotted KILL them” spoke the lord Atlas left the halls of the Demon Kings. His Dark Adamantine Full Plate Armored boots clinked the floor as he walked on. The weight of the full plate was less the he remembered when he first was awarded it for the dark tourny he won when he was a youngling (19). His Dark Adamantine Mace ALSO won at that tourny he carried everywhere with him. It clanked off the metal of the armor but did not scratch it. The hall was not long but the smell of sulfur and fire scorched his nose, it was a sweet smell that only the demons of the hells would enjoy. He walked out of the great -yet rather small- temple of the demon kings and stopped to pet their guards. The hell hound Dirgen was the leader and was at that point guarding the left side of the door. Atlas stopped and looked at the hound. He stepped over and stroked the hell hounds fine fur. The hound relished his pampering for Atlas was the only one who ever did it. Prelude: Part 3 (Age 200); section 2 “So you are to be my team members. Well lets begin by addressing our names and ranks” spoke Atlas like the true leader he was to be. The group of demons, which at the point didn’t know each other, looked at each others. Atlas could smell the distaste and didn’t like it. It was a foul smell one which was hinting close to fear. “I am Gabriel, First Lieutenant of the Bawling Flames” the demons raspy voice was rather enjoyable to hear. Atlas mentally noted his name rank and the army he came from. “Morgath, Third Lieutenant of the Earthen Brethren” spoke the rock like demon. He would be a power of his own in a fight. The hard hide almost that of the metal which Atlas held strong. “I am Sigfread, Second Lieutenant of the Raging Seas” spoke the blue eyed water demon. “Mine is Targath, First Lieutenant of the Bleeding River” spoke the blood demon. Atlas already knew he would like this one. The blood demon would be a good ally. The last was a young women. He thought he knew her. He could have sworn he had seen her before. Her beauty was uncommon in wind demons, but it shown through and caught his FULL attention. “My name is Silvia, First Lieutenant of the Order of Wind” spoke the wind demon. Her light blue eyes looking fully into Alaturs pitch black eyes. He couldn’t look away from those beautiful eyes. “My name is Alatur. You can call me Atlas for short. Unfortunately I have no rank. I am however the highest demon in my order. So my rank would be Commander of the Elemental order” finished Atlas. The eyes of each other demons widened. To be chosen to lead the scouting cell is a high honor for only those who were in the Armies. They on the other hand were not concerned with that. They were however interested and owed by the fact that they were going to be lead by one of the Oldest orders AND strongest in the nine hells. What really shocked them was that they were being lead by the COMMANDER of that order. “But your so young” spoke Gabriel. “That is true Gabriel. I am the youngest commander in over ten thousand years, but my youth is nothing compared to my strength so far. Stick with me and you WILL go far. I promise you that not only as the leader of our cell but as a friend” spoke Atlas showing emotion though his razor sharp teeth kind of distorted the emotion into a sadistic smile. Chapter 1:Rebirth and the Divine Enemy “You have showed your usefulness Alatur. Now you have redeemed yourself enough to be a chosen one” came the voice in his head. I am a chosen one, well that’s better then nothing. I could just betray this voice after I get out he thought to himself. The room around him was pitch black though a small white light shown off in the far distance. That was his way out of the hells. “But first there is one last test and this will be the worst of them all. You will be fighting this time against the newest threat to the human realm. They’ve just landed on the planet, which you will be going to. They are called Divine Guardians. They are like parasites, they infect those that are strong enough and turn them into Guardians. Also they’re body parts can transform into any weapon they want. Now Alatur let this test begin,” the voice said and then a human like being with dark skin appeared in front of him. Among the Divine it was known as a Slayer. The Slayer looked at the Demon and laughed. “You will make a fine addition to our ranks you pathetic cur” he said sounding amused. It then lifted his hand and it turned into a sword and he lifted his other and it turned into a shield. “Well this is going to take less time then I thought it would,” Alatur said and raised his left hand. A large Satanic Pentagram appeared in front of his hand. It started to fill with a sinister dark liquid. Then the liquid turned into a flame so dark and evil that it stole the very darkness in the room and then he shot the orb of flame out towards the divine creature. It hit the beast and the howls that escaped its lips were like a euphoria rush. Alatur basked in this minuscule triumph and waited for the voice to come again. “As I thought, you didn’t even break a sweat,” the voice said to Alatur. “Now it is time for you to go forth to the human realm, Walk to the light it will take you a short time to get there if you run,” the voice said then laughed. Alatur thought for a moment then fallowed the voices instruction and began to run towards his new life. The voice was right, within minutes he was to the doorway to the human plane. The voice then spoke up again “Before you leave the hells there are a few things that you should know. One is that your form will not change, so the humans will fear you more because of this. Second is that your great powers will remain in the nine hells this means that you will lose most of your powers, but the knowledge will still be there. The last is about your devil blood. This is most important; since you’re a demon the hatred that is within your heart has turned your blood into acid to the beings outside the hells. Even a small drop on the skin could eat it away within minutes. Another thing your eyes will have to take some time to adjust to the light of that world. And lastly chose a weapon and master it. I have trained you to use all weapons but chose one to completely master it will save your life one day” the voice said with a little bit of what sounded like remorse. Then a wide variety of weapons appeared in front of Alatur. Swords, maces, and flails; you name it and it was there. Alatur looked at the selection of weapons very carefully. His eyes passed from one to the next looking for the one that leave the most devastation. His eyes fell onto a mace, it was about the size of a broad sword in length and the head of the mace was sharp, blunt and would leave gaping wounds in any victim that stood before him. Alatur then picked up the mace with his left hand and began to do a series of complex combinations with the mace. After he was done testing the weapon he nodded his head. “This will be my weapon” he spoke to the voice. “Now one last thing before you enter the human plane. Since all your skills will be lowered you are allowed to keep your Demonic Strength and speed and everything else that makes a demon a demon. Now chose the skill in which you want to keep,” the voice said to Alatur. He thought for a second and it was clear that if he wanted to survive he would need his devil magic so he spoke “I will keep my magic abilities.” The voice was silent then it spoke up again. “Very well and good choice, over there are some clothes, put them on.” Alatur walked over to the clothes, there was a pair of black pants, some clothe feet covers a black chain shirt and a studded leather vest and a pair of black boots. He put them all on though instead of zipping the black painted studded leather vest he left it open. “Now the side effect of going to the human realm,” the voice said and then a dark light enveloped Alatur. It lifted the demon of the ground as it sucked all other abilities out of the demon. “You are now ready to go forth into the Human Realm,” the voice said and then Alatur stepped through the light and was sped through the realm gate. Alatur landed with a thud on the hard ground. He then opened his eyes slowly; the light of this realm nearly blinded the demon so he closed his eyes once more. Now he slowly opened them again it was still to bright for his light sensitive eyes. He tried squinting them, it worked for now until he got used to the light. “What should I do know?” he said to himself as he got up. Coming to the human world had given him his freedom. Now he began his journey to see what this world looked like. Killing all who stood in his way. Mostly humans. Chapter 2:Currency and Slaying As his first year pasted Alatur began to learn that money was everything in this realm. He already knew much about money but not a lot of how to get it. One day he went into a tavern there by the door was a board with parchment on it. It seems that someone was looking for someone to kill beasts that ravaged the med lands. Alatur ripped the paper of the board and walked into the tavern. He walked up to the counter and slammed the paper onto it. The Tavern keeper turn the jumped with fear. Knowing this remark Alatur didn’t speak but pointed at the paper. The Keep slowly looked at the paper will wiping sweat of his face. The keep didn’t speak either but pointed to a man over in a corner drinking a mug of the Taverns stale beer. Alatur grabbed the paper then walked over to the man in the corner. He did the same thing. Slammed the paper onto the mans table. “So you are looking for work aye” the man said and Alatur nodded. “Well fine go out to the midlands its just outside the town about a mile or so. Kill any beasts that you see and bring the heads back to me” the man said and handed the demon a black blood stained bag. Alatur left the tavern and made his way to the midlands. It didn’t take him long to find the beasts. He butchered them with ease. After ripping their heads off and putting them into the bag he walked back to the tavern. It was more crowded then it was before, but none the less Alatur walked back into the tavern. He glanced left then right all eyes were on him. Those scared eyes so full of fear. Alatur smiled his sharp teeth protruding out of that smile. He looked around the tavern and spotted the man that hired him. He walked over towards the man and placed the bleeding sack on the table. The man looked up and then down at the sack. He grabbed into his pocket and produced a small amount of gold and handed it to Alatur. “That’s all I’ve got so be grateful,” he said to the demon. Alatur looked at the small amount of gold, which rounded up to be around 50 gold pieces. A small amount put a very good start. Well the rest of that year was basically the same, finding jobs and slaying beasts and humans and other things that people wanted gone. That was the end of the second year. CHAPTER 3: The Divine attack and the Fall of Dar With what little money he had Alatur procured a vessel that would take him to Rurian. This was a great disadvantage to him since he could hardly make money and the people feared him too much to even give him sufficient pay for his work. But he had accumulated enough money to get him a ride to Rurian. As he landed on the Country he saw Divine creatures over a few miles in the distance. Thoughts of war raged his mind, thoughts of killing and destruction. It seems that there was great activity on this country and a war was about to start in full. As he felt the surge of rage and anger and fear flowing from the citizens he walked to the outskirts of the city. The army was large and there were Angles and summoners and elites in that army, Alatur could feel their power. The Shadows probably thought they were invisible in the night sky, but Alatur could sense their presence. As the horde left Alatur began to follow them at a two-mile distance so as to not be seen. He fallowed them till the reached a place in which they were going to siege. Staying well out of the way of the Divine he watched as they went to work. The siege lasted well into the day and some of the night, though with the summoners channeling clouds to cover the sun it was dark most of the time, which played to Alaturs advantage. His Dark night eyes could see everything for miles his pointed ears picked up all the screams from both sides of the armies. He watched as two riders on animals swept through the ranks of the Divine taking out a fair number by themselves, He say the woman who shot a blue ball of liquid fire onto the ground which lit the oil which was poured out on it. And then with a rush all was over Dar had fallen. Now he left that area and went into the wild to train for the next Siege which he new would happen sometime in the near future. Chapter 4: Protecting the innocent Moving to Linmotar he found himself working with the FBM a group of people who fight for money and power. He found it wise to stick with the group because of their shear strength and power. His first mission assign to him was to help Rak, the leader, protect a caravan. Though in the end it was just another trap set up by the Divine. The beasts were slaughtered and it was done. The voice insisted him to stay with them and in the end sent him a gift, a hell hound named Vurdant. At the end of the fighting the demon had to be knocked out for safety measures. The hound which couldn’t stay with the demon departed back to the hells knowing in it dark heart that he would be called upon soon to rejoin his master in his fights to come. Chapter 5: Conquest of Caprice The conquest was upon him. Atlas knew it would have been time. The voice Summoned him before he departed Linmotar and Atlas requested his faithful Generals. 5 were summoned. The Demons of fate were reunited, but for only a short time. The Demons of Fate left Linmotar and made their way to Rurian and the impending Doom which awaited the fools who were trying to safe the city of Caprice. Making it to Rurian they made it to the gates. Blood proof was required. His greenish red blood -that of all demons within his entourage had- passed though he was questioned about the blood by one of the generals after Atlas proposed that they should use it for their arrows. Abilities Combat: 5Novice Mace Wielding: Can use the mace to a degree were he can fend of high damage while being able to do high damage 5 Novice Blood Coating: Coats his weapons with his blood this in turn adds high level acid/burning damage to the weapons, he can also share this blood with any in his company and it would do the same. Magic: 5 Novice Devil Fire: He can shot a dark sinister flame out of his hand towards a victim at a Moderately higher distance doing High damage and with a higher chance to kill. Note: anywhere past 30 or so yards the ball has no effect Body: 4 Novice Endurance: Atlas can withstand a High level of strain, injuries, and fatigue that of 3 times that of a normal person. 4 Novice Speed: Atlas has retained some of his speed and now can run three times faster then a normal person Attitude/Alignment or Personality: Man this guy is so evil he makes the Devil look nice. He won’t hesitate to kill someone over the smallest of mistakes. If he has companions he’ll help them if they need it that’s like a three on one situation. Chaotic Evil Weapon: Dark Mace: This mace was given to him by the voice in the Nine Hells. Its metal is of Silver but its color is Black. It is 56 inches in length the handle is 10 inches in length and the head covers ½ of the iron bar. (Secret Mace of ALL Elements)Armor: Black Leather Jerkin: A Black leather Jerkin. Location: Rurian, Caprice (stronghold) Religion: NONE Lesser NPCs: 18th May 2008 Name: Silvia Age: 290 Apparent Age: 22 Details: Silvia is a Wind Demon. One of the most Beautiful demons of the wind elemental demons. She is 5’ 8’’. She has long Brown hair. Blue-Green eyes. She is slim yet athletic. She wears light green pants, shirt and padded shoes. Abilities Points: Combat: Magic: Note: Wind Blade Conjuring Body: Grial: Real Name: De'Nusec Draconimi Known As: Grial Gender: Male Race: Elf Age: 181 Apparent Age: 18 Weight: 123 Height 6' 5" Appearance:Tall and masculine with 6 inch long spiked white hair and blue eyes. He is also a very handsome young elf. Now he has three identical scars on his chin from a gauntleted punch. Now with stubles on his chin. Clothes: History: De'Nusec was born in Linmotar to two elves. His father was a well known Knight by the name of Draminas Draconimi. His mother was a wizard with total control of her gift, which was in telekinesis and thunder. Her name was Lavena Seadran.During his childhood Grial was trained by both his mother and father in many arts such as swordsmanship, telekinesis and thunder magic. Swordsmanship, and telekinesis came naturally to him but his mother was very displeased to find that De'Nusec could hardly produce even the smallest of sparks. At the age of 60 his mother decided to stop his training with the element and focused on De'Nusecs great telekinetic ability. De'Nusecs training with his father was very hard and very dangerous, plus he had to fight both his mother and father at the same time. In his training with his father De'nusec learned two new skills, first he found out that he was very fluent in swordsmanship and second he found out he could hit a target with a bow and arrow 200 feet away. His training began to end when he turned 170-which was nine years before the Devine Guardians crashed into the planet. His father then sent him on a ten year quest to further increase his skills, unfortunately the quest was halted when on the Ninth year the Devine Guardians crashed into the planet. De'Nusec knew the balance of good and evil shifted more to evil so he began a now quest. A quest to eliminate the Devine Guardians and bring the balance to its rightful place. The same day Grial joined the LDC he found himself working to rebuild Marsh the head quarters of the LDC, which was in shambles from the DG. The work that needed done was stuff that was supposed to be done weeks before but with raids from every type of being from creatures to DG hilted the repairing. After a couple of weeks at work the rebuilding was done and Grial was back in the headquarters looking over maps of the surrounding area. Religion? What does the word really mean? Grial finally understood what the true meaning of Religion is. To have faith in the darkest of time, to have faith when all seems lost. From the shinning light the gods thrive. Into the hearts of millions does that light go? The Faith of the lost to empower the living. The strength to live that the gods bestow on the world is greater then anything Grial knew. After finding Scottie in the middle of a heated battle with 12 DG’s, Grial went forth not for pity not for respect of anyone but to help a friend who really needed it. Grials timely manner of hearing and the snooping in tavern has led him to Tiralir to find a swordsman of high quality. Though before he did reach Tiralir he found himself spying on a small band DG who were ravaging the northern pass. With this information he continued on towards Tiralir and his next chance to prove his skill. Coming upon the town he noticed a barracks near Tiralir and went into it. Seeing men practicing sword and crossbow he watched quietly until he lost his nerve and started to help some of the men with their practice. His fathers’ lessons really helped him there. Thou he hasn’t touched a bow or crossbow since then he still knew how to use one fairly well. Turning to examine the other men he noticed the leader Marcus, a royal swordsman of high skill, and asked to spar on the intrest of information on the ending of the duel. The duel dwindled on and at the end Grial reseved three perfect scars on his chin and a memory that was unwanted. Grial joined a tourney blessed by the gods. Though which one he did not know. The first round was a loss but as Grial returned to his body he new he has grown stronger. As his duty called Grial found himself spying on a group of Divine at the pass north of Tiralir. Seeing the potential danger he made his way back to the Barracks were his old sparing buddy Marcus resided. After explaining the details of what he saw Grial and Marcus made there way towards the pass. On the way the met a six armed humanoid creature by the name of Ma. The three continued on towards the pass. At the pass a battle started between the three companions and three Divine. A divine slew ma and Grial cut his head off so the bestial wouldn't turn on them. The heated battle continued as a seeker approached. Marcus killed one Divine and Grial killed another, but as Marcus was fighting the last he was stabbed twice. The seeker appeared and slammed into the Divine breaking its neck and finishing the battle. Grial was surprised with the encounter with the Seeker as he and his father both thought that the Seeker race was gone forever. With luck Grial had a flash back to when he was little and his father told him about the seeker nation in Linmotar. Now the three are staying at an inn, waiting for the night to end. After this chance encounter with the seeker Grial followed him to an inn were they sat and drank. Then a fight broke out and Rak used some of his earth magic and ripped a hole into the ground of the tavern thus me and a small group of people fell in and found the cave. In the cave Grial was put through many challenges but concord them all with the help of his new friends. Then after killing Vampires and dark Seekers Grial found his way onto the surface of Linmotar. Combat Skills: Swordsmanship (3)(ML) : Can use any type of swords and can inflict heavy damage with a moderately higher chance to kill. He can also block, parry and perform more extreme combinations with great ease Shield Attack (2)(M): Can use a shield as a weapon in battles inflicting moderate damage with a moderate chance to stun and low chance to kill. Unarmed Attack (3)(ML) : Can use hand and feet as weapons in battle can also use feet when using sword and shield. Inflicting High damage with a moderately HIGHER chance to kill. Body Enhancing Skills Stealth (1)(L):Walking in the rain moving through the forest and nightly runs through the city Grial has learned to move more silent then most elves. Strength (4)(H): Grial now has the strength of 3 grown humans. Endurance (4)(H): Grial has greater endurance than regular Elves. His ability to withstand strain, injury, and fatigue has increased to nearly double that of a regular person, meaning he has increased energy for fighting as well as the ability to shake off low blows and keep fighting with moderate injuries. Speed (4)(H): Grial is capable of running at high speed equivalent to thrice that of a normal person. Attitude/Alignment: Neutral. De’Nusec just straight foreword and respects all. He also wants to bring the balance of good and evil back to its original point. Weapon: TyDe’Nusec also known as TyDrac: An Iron long sword made by his father. It was given to him for a sort of graduation gift when he finished his training. (Worn on left hip) Ar’thund or The Thunderbringer:The legendary Tansha the Golden wielded this long sword. Tansha was a Seeker (an ancient race of subterranean creatures) that traveled across the surface of Terrak’Lina more than a thousand years ago. He bore his sword with tremendous might and fought injustice wherever he found it. His sword disappeared after his death, but granted the wielder the ability to focus energy into the blade to cause lightning damage. This needs a skill to operate correctly; it can become a very powerful weapon as the skill once learned can be passed onto other weapons. There were stories of Tansha defeating people with a spoon using his learned skill. The sword is the same strength as black tinted steel. Location: Linmotar, Some were Religion: Linism Sheara: Real Name: Sheara Sandras Pronounced: She-are-a Sand-ras Known As: Cara Age: 18 Race: Human Gender: Female Weight: 129lbs. (pounds) Appearance: She is tall with black hair. Beautiful beyond all belief. She has piercing light-blue eyes, and a gaze that would knock a man of any race on their ass. She has more muscle then an average 20-year-old fighter but it does not show. Sheara is a fighter and a lover. She does not look dangerous but she is more lethal than a young dragon. Now after her journey to caprice were she encountered enemies along the way she has a new scar, which is on her left side of her stomach. Clothes: Street Clothes: Red skintight dress Two black strings to pull up her shoulder length hair. Red dress shoes Fighting/traveling clothes: Black Tank top Black Ninja like pants Black shoes. History: Sheara was born in Telthin to a knight named Broging and a mage named Seara. Before Sheara was born her father left to put down a growing threat. Unfortunately he was killed by a group of Savages. The news of her fathers’ death finally reached Telthin after two years. Growing up was hard for Sheara, with out a father she never new how to fight back against the boys who tried to rape her. Almost every week she was raped until she found out she had magical powers. Though the magic was only in one element she used it top forced the boys back. One day she was caught by her mother, she was lighting a boy on fire. Her mother though delighted to know Sheara possessed magic she was also very heartbroken to find out the truth that her young girl was hiding. At the age of seven Sheara's' mother began to teach her how to use her magic. Seara new her daughter was progressing but never told Sheara. Sheara was so happy when she was taught how to make walls of fire and to form balls of fire. Seara finished her teaching with Sheara but Seara new her training was not complete. After two more years of vigorous training Seara finally went to a monk named Drajen to talk to him about training Sheara tell she was 16 years old. Sheara was 9 when she was accepted into the Battle Temple of Telthin. Sheara was trained in every area of fighting from stealth to learning how and what to say as a spy. Learning to use weapons larger than herself such as a spear was her strong points. She loved long weapons such as swords spear halberds and scythes, but in combat close-ranged she would use two daggers or two nunchuks or two short swords. She was also great at hand-to-hand combat. She loved combat training and war tactic training. By the age of 13 she had advanced to combat skills of the elite fighter. The harder training the harder she tried to complete the tasks given in the training. The years went by slow and the training began her travels thou the world. Some days she would train by lava flows, and other days she would train in the dead of night. At the age of 15 the greatest war of Terrak'lina began. The savage men who killed here father grow in vast numbers. In another note Sheara was now in charge of eliminating the threat of the Divine Guardian... At the age of 16 she received the title of Divine Justice. With that title came an even greater threat. She got the title after defeating hundreds of evil men and women who defaced the gods and the laws of the land and her temple. As the glory came the threat still grew. Now she is hunted by the Divine Guardians. During her life she was a reader. She red anything she could get her hands on. Now besides fighting the DG's she passes her time Flirting with young ladies and learning different languages. She now knows most of T'Ls' Languages but still reads more about them. After killing some of the Divine Guards on deshkin they started to become more and more powerful. This change in strick drove Sheara to the brink of near-death. She now has three scars on her lower stomach. After about ten days of recuperation in Nibb. Forest she know her power was still to week. Sheara began to make her way to Wint. As she watched out for the DG's she captured a small vessel that then took her to Rurian. In which she herd of a tournament and decided to disembark to the location in which it was to be held. Sheara made her way through the DG infested Rurian with little effort. These Guardians were not as hard as the ones in Deshkin. She made her way to the town of Dur and found a fighting partner were she lest expected it. After the spar she began to walk off again, this time to search for people who would help to eliminate the threat of the DG’s with her. She left Dur in search of jobs to collect money for her weapons armor and other thing of such. She found her way to a small town called Tente, were she found a place called the Great Lizard Inn. There she found a notice, which talked about a caravan that was going to Caprice, which needed help being protecting. She took the job and then she was on her way. On the job she met two male elves and a seeker. She was so glad to meet the seeker and the elfs. Though she did flirt with a dark elf named Nefasta, She kept to her job at hand. Later on during the mission Sheara gave her twin daggers to the seeker because he didn’t have any weapons. After two battles one with bandits and the other with three Devine Guardians they met the healers in Caprice, were she got healed. Sheara left once Caprice in the company of old friends and new friends. On their way to a dwarf camp she stumbled on a group a Devine Guardians. The battle last for a long time before she ran from battle knowing if she did not it would end her life. Now she is wondering Rurian look for yet another mission from the light to defeat the forces of the Devine Guardians. As she walked away from the would-be spar and her new friend she managed to locate herself within the walls of Dar. Dars vast history and library has interested Sheara for a long time. After the first day of being in the library though an army of Divine came and the Battle of Dar began. Dar fell in only one day which hurt Sheara because yet again she lost a place she could call home. Sadness swelled inside as she left the remains of Dar to the Divine Abilities/Skills Moderate Combat Training: Having trained and taught in a variety of fighting techniques Sheara is able to defend herself decently however because of training in so many techniques her overall effectiveness in all fighting styles has decreased. The one area Sheara does seem to excel in the most is in her dagger wielding skills, which normally prove to deal close to average damage. Moderate Long Sword Skill: (+M) Sheara is able to perform more advanced moves with a Long sword. She can attack and parry and when she hits her opponent they get severely injured. Most of the time, and especially on well-trained or large opponents, the attacks are fatal though. Moderate White Fire Berserk: Sheara goes into a total barbarian berserker rage but with her Fire spells. Just like rage on a berserker with there strength increasing and there tolerance for pain goes up so does her Fire Spells increase in strength going up one range in strength (low to med, med to high, ect) Tolerance for using her Fire Spells increase meaning she can use it for a moderately longer time before she starts to wobble. Thou this rage still only comes in desperate situations Low Archery: Sheara has come accustomed to the bow and knows how to use the bow fairly well thou the attacks usually miss and if they do hit it does low damage. Low Fire Absorption: Over the years of being around fire, Sheara can now absorb small amounts of it to replenish some of her life though more often than not she burns herself. Fire spells Moderate Fire Ball: (+M) After training long and hard, Sheara can now form a ball of liquid blue fire in her palm. The ball is about the size of a soccer ball and can be thrown at an enemy that is at a moderatly high distance and do high damage with a high chance to kill. If a target would be far away, the ball would lose in power, going to moderate, then to low then just dissappear. Moderate Fire Whip: After the first few weeks of her training she was able to conger a whip of flame that strikes once at any enemy and then vanishes. This young skill has grown to a more devastating for causing Moderate damage to rarely killing. It sometimes will burn then enemy causing light damage to them over a very short period of time. She can also use this attack a fair amount of times before it begins to tire her. Attitude/Alignment: Her attitude is generally nice with a little fear of men. She's lovable and very flirtatious with the young ladies. Do to dramatic changes over the two years that the Divine Guardians have been here she has form a hatred to them that destroys her status of lawful good and turns it into Chaotic Good. Weapons: 2 Bronze Long Swords 1 Bronze Chain Mail 1 Bronze War Helm Location: Rurian, Roaming Rurian Other Characters That do NOT have a Stat Page Yet: Yamanaru Akira Sora Ikurima Cara These will have profiles later on. |
