djinniofthevoid

Name:Zhek Race:Dragonelf Sex:male Abilities:pure shadow.has yet to show magic abilities but when struck by sword dark energy starts to spread across the stricken skin,killing in hours and is uncurabel.Aperence:much resmbles current avatar except wit longer hair a full cloak not a ruined one and black eyes Carries one black sword of pure shadows.is called Zhek'Namen'Khel Name: Mirror Race:Silver dragon Physical description: Dragon form:He is rather small for a dragon, nevertheless a metalic dragon, but exceedingly powerful, and has a large plot of teritory. He has larg spines along the ridge of his spine,and three horns coming off of his head, near the top. One int he middle, one curved left, one curved right. He has silver eyes that miuch resemble mirrors, and seem to entomb the imae of everywhere he looks for a few moments, as he devotes it to memrie. he has a long tail, and large wings. He is sort of dog-like in form, and appears to be of a different land, as he is nearly full age and is MUCH small than silver dragons are supposed to be, though he has many traits in common with the silver dragons of this land. He ahs reflecitiver scales, that can be blinding in the direct sunlight if he chooses not to dim them. Human form: He is a fiarly tall, elven looking male, with long pure silver hair, like it is made of fine sailver thread, and has silver eyes that are the same as his dragon form. e has broad shoulders and medium arms, and though he spends the majority of his time in daylight, he has light, almost porcalin skin, that is best described as very fair. He bears a large black cloak tjhat bellows at his feet, even when no wind is persent it blows, it seems. He ahs long amrs and legs, his arms sleevless, his leghs with long black breachers. He wears running boots on his feet. He has strong, long drawn features and a square-set jaw, along with fairly large neck muscles. Class:Paladin/Gaurdian Abilities:He is capable of shape shifting perfectly, and he is a master of aero magic, water magic, light magic and nature magic[Animals, trees, vines, not earth magic, wich works with the ground.] Spells:Too many to count, but his common are,: Aero Manipulation, Aqua manipulation, light manipulation, Nautre manipulation, Water sphere, Aero spear, illusion, summon animal, summon vine, summons root, ensnare, multivision, reflect, blind, tidal wave, rain, drown, flood. MAJOR magic:Mass freeze[A mix between cold wind and flood], flash flood, shred,[Winds so high in vilocity it rips fleshfrom bones] burn out[Light skill that burns out the eyes], gaia fury.[Enough said.] Bio: A fair and gallant dragon of light, he rules over a small domain with a fair and guided hand, while doing harsh justice where necesary, he follows a HEAVY system of equality, and that has rubbed off on the inhabitants, who revere him as a hero, not a beast, for he provides them food and water, keeps natures ravages from the homes and vilages so long as the don't ravage nature. A fair farming area with great soil unaffected by weeds, he has an alter to his god Paladine, in the main capital city of the nation he protects. There is always a great abundance of hunting animals, so long as ALL of the dead animal is used, and his ways have even seemd to effect nature itself there, for the ground gives way to no weeds, crops have an astronmical growth, Predators kill only when necesary, plant eaters the same as predators, the trees letting light shine through, and killings by animals at a low of anywhere in the world, he is a hero to the people of all races, from dwarves, to dragons. SLavery nor tobacco is permitted on his lands. Friends:All of his inhabitants, whom he has taken to know personaly, in one disquise or another. Family:None, he seemd to be transported ehre form another plane, and as such has no family, though he has large dragon nests in the mountains. Gear: A shape shifting weapon, wich looks normaly like a sword pommel, but when drawn form its sheath, takes the form of any weapon he desires. His armor is likewise, thugh his scales usualy tend to be enough. Magic items: His armor and weapon. Misc:None Other: None. ______________________________________ Name: Zmoek Class: Orb-Bearer Race: Shadow wraith. Physical description: Hair: He has long black hair, that falls to the small of his back. Face: Bearing sharp, almost elven features, he is exceedingly handsome. He has three eye studs, wich glimmer in the light. He doesn't appear to smile often... Eyes: He has shockingly bright, silver eyes. His eyes seem cold and uncaring, as though he would help you, but only if needed. He didn't seem one to have a exceeding temper. Skin: Fairly light, he is very pale. Arms: Both arms are fairly small, though obviously he is strong. On one arm, he has a highly detailed tatoo of a chain wrapping around his arm, wich slithers and moves to his palm when he uses his link, and a black smoke that tendrils and curls on itself, bellowing, appears when he uses it, and he launches this at the ground when using Gaia magic. When using Aero, the chain swirls, and glows as it does with gaia, but the shadowy tendrils remain int he air as he makes a slashing movment with his arm, then snapping his fingers, cutting the target. Legs: Mucht he same as the arms, though no tatoo. Clothing: He has a black leather jacket, with ripped up jeans that are faded, with a black shirt with a strange symbol with long sleeves. You only notice the tattoo because it glows whn he uses the Link. Equppment: He has a single six-shot revolver, and a excessivly large dagger-like knife. The revolver has a chain design around it, as if wrapped in chains. The same for the handle and pommel of the knife. History: He has a horrid history... One ridden with graves and blood stains, of suffering... He was the son of a grand king, Lantehas of Palanthas. His mother was a beutiful young women, young and lithe, she hepled run the country. Then the war began... One day the alarm was raised, as he wandedred outside, curious as to what was happening, and saw his father and two brothers outside, int he head of a small troupe of men, wearing gleaming armor, and he was awe struck, amazed at them, seeing the beuty of the armor, and the glory of the blade. Then he saw over the city walls, the gleaming wave of dark soldiers, and felt certaint hat the small group of enemies would be demolished, so easily. The King ordered all men on the north wall, to swiftly end it. And so it was, everyone was calm and happy, whent he second wave struck from behind. There were so many and they came so fast, the scaled the walls before the defenders could stop them, the city was flooded and the royal family was captured, and he saw all his friends, allt he innocent people slaughtered, as the endless mountains of bodies and blood grew and grew, he became so scared. He ran, just ran for miles anf miles, escaping with his family. He had to escape the blood, the bodies. But, eventualy, they caught him and his family, and thye were dragged away to a slave camp, forced to work so hard every day to the profit of their enemies. He has never had to work so hard in his life, and he knew rebelion was sitrring, and at the age of 9, it topped... Over the years he felt power stirring, and he felt a great rush of majesty as he formed among the rnanks of others slaves, he saw the ranks of slave drivers and owners organize the gaurds and such, saw the gleam of blades, but thought they would win. All the slaves were present, from children to elderly. Then th e battle started, and fought as hard as he could... Then things got bad. Soon he saw there were many more enemy than he thought, but he wasn't scared... He fought along side his family, he was taught well in the skill of the blade, he fought, but soon the rebeling force was waning, rnning low on men. He began to doubt, but was never truly scared until he felt that wich set it all off... Nevr previously in the battle did he kill, merely rammed the soldeirs from out of their view and such to distract them so they could be slain by others. Then, as time seemed to slow, and everything seemd to dim, as he saw a enemy stab one of thos ehe cared most for... He saw his mothers throat spray blood like a fountain, saw her fall and hit the ground, saw her lay still... He rushed to her, shook her, cried over her body, begged her to wake up, when he saw one of the warriors approach them. He snapped, as his emotions reached a paramount, as he felt a strange tingling on his right arm... Felt the wind rush by him, felt the shadows at his feet move and shift... And saw the whole battlefield. All his enemy saw was his shadow change... Seemd to grow wings from his back, and a strange tatoo spread from his hand... Saw it spread down his arm... Then saw nothing as the child snapped his fingers, and his was cut clean. The battelfield was soon a massive rgaveyard, for the child saw nothing, felt nothing but rage, sorrow, and hatred for those who had slain the one who mattered most. He would ahve his revenge... But soon it got out of hand... Soon everyone became the enemy, as his rage didn't die, and he slew his own men, the friends and family he had forgotten in his rage... When he next came to, he found himself standing in the middle of the battlefield... Saw a strange marking on his arm... Then saw the corpses... The bodies... The blood soaked earth that cried out its agony, accused him of his crime... Then saw the bodies of his friends... Family... He saw the bodies... He saw the memories.. The happiness the brought... Then saw the bodies of his motehr, lieing on the dirt with the rest of them... And he ran. Ran and ran for miles and miles, he couldn't even tell where he was going... And so this happened for years, he eventualy calmed down, But was continualy prosecuted... SOon, he got to hating them. Veyrone one of them, those who dared prosecute him, and everyone who pitied him... He kileld them all, reveled int he fact he didn't soak up the pity, and eventualy he was dark, evil... He hated lfie itself, as it made him keep runnig. However, one day he returned to a small village he had ransacked weeks earlier, ready to strike again, but this time... They were ready. He fought long and hard and slew mny of them but the kept coming, wave after wave. But they were too many... But now, thye simply didn't killed ihm... HTe knocked him out, and took him to a dark palce, tortured him... ANd cut off hir right arm, burned him, and eventualy he died, a slow, terrable, painful death... He woke eons later, in the current cnetury. He wandedred for years, for years and years. He eventualy regained his memories, rememebred it all in vivid detail, and continued wandering... But one day the flashbacks and guilt grew too much, so he slit his own throat, let ihmself die... But he was brought back... Again and again... Eventualy he jsut stopped, simply severed himself from the world and life... From all thos eliving beings who tried to help him... He didn't kill them... He was beyond that.Eventualy he got so tired of the pity, he let himself be hated... He stopped trieing to be friendly. He let everyone hate him, let himself become bitter and cold. Then he learned the origin of his power. Now he is where he is today, and he has mastered his powers, and stores his darknes away, even though it flashes across his mindf at times while he is on the battlefield, and sees the bodies, and killing thos ethat attack him, reject him. He has lived infinite life times, as he lived his normal life in 120 B.C, and was slain and brought abck various times. This would be his 300, 492, 612 life to live, and he ahs done various jobs. From mercenary to soldier, he ahs traveled the world and learned almsot everything there is to elarn. At this day, he still wanders the world, simply another lifetime. Nothing enw to him. ------------------------------------------------------------- NEW INFORMATION: He has forgiven a smalll portion of his past, and he is now assinged as gaurdian for Eda, another cahr of imine. He also has a necklace of a Waxing and Waning moon, with their top cornoers connecting. The waxing moon is white, the waning is black. This is the original symbol for his homeland. New Powers: Nexus Keys; New form unlocked: Nexus Form. Nexus Form: This form has four, large, protruding, wing like spikes coming from where the ball join in the right shoudler connects with the shoulder, and one is dark red, another silver, another black, another dark blue. A similar thing protrudes from his right eyebrow. He is wearing black armor with silver trim, with overlapping plates that allow surprising mobility.The edge of the plates are dark red. He has similar spikes on his knee pads and elbows. He has a mnask that is molded to his face, that is black, with visor like eye slits, and no other features. The mask covers only his face. His eyes glow a bright red int his form.No part of his body is visible without close inspection. His fingers on his gauntlets are pointed. He ahs a beutifully designed sword sheath hanging at his side, and a beutifully desgined bow on his bak, with his quiver of arrows at the right side of his lower back, ptotruding slightly out to the side, where it can be seen. It never seems to run out of arrows, and he has a arrow of dark red, dark blue, silver, and black. He also has 4 arc shaped objects that are of plates like his amorr that overlap that hover right above his right shoudler. they apaear nondescript, but when active, a hole opens up in front, and they become a powerful ranged weapon. ______________________________________ Name: Veyr. Sex: Male. Race: Elf/demon Class: Mystic-Druid.[If someone is a Mystic it means they have compeltly mastered their class.] Phsycial description: Face: He has medium sized, almond eyes, with veyr pale skin. His ears are pointed. His left eye is sky blue, right right is blood red. Hair: He has long silver hair that falls to the back of his knees, and he sometimes keeps it in a ponytail for convenience. Shoudlers: Slender and graceful, he has just the right amount of muscle to intimidate. Arms: The same as his shoudlers, and these have runes along the side of them, that gows sky blue. Torso: The samea s shoulders, but he has a huge set of abs, as in my Avi. Ask and I'll give you the link to the bigger pic of him. He has a single large run on his chest. Legs: They are highly musceled, much like his torso, and capable of matching the speed of a Kitsune with out using his nature powers. That is fast. Veyr fast. He has a pair of baggy black jeans.He has runes along his legs, jsut like his arms. Equipment: All he has is the clothes on his back and his magicka. Magicka: ANy form of nature magicka, and he has a magicka I call TectoPyrosis. I honesty don't know why. :3 Anyway, he can make thigns explode by touching them, or by blasting them with a bolt of red lightening. He ahs little control of this at the moment. Ins his demon form, wich he aqcuired unwillingly, anything that he touches or touches him expldoes. BIO: Nothing truly important has happenedto him but for the time that he assulted a Magi-Knight int he defence of a demoness, because he hadn't got all the info. he needs from her. He was almost kileld in the battel, but instead of letting him bleed out, or suck him dry, she only drained alittle of his blood and he turned half demon. This is in constant struggle with his Druid blood in him, and soon enough one or the other will win out, and he feels certain it'll be the demon, se he seeks a cure, and he made a deal with Lia. In return for his servitude, she removed the demon, but he is not so sure... Anyway, he is currently her slave. Long story short, he's free now, and the demon has grown stronger, but so has his Druid blood. When the Druid blood over-rides the Demon blood, he goes into "Druid" Mode. Vague details only, n00b. Anyway. He has fallen i love with Jinx, WalkingxSpazztics char, and is the only person he holds dear. ______________________________________ Name) Wrath Race) Chimera/Humunculous Chimera Mix) Snake, Feline, Kaynine, Sloth. [(A P P E A R A N C E)]> ______________________________________ The boys long white hair cascaded down his back, while his childish face held a strange, angry, sad, and hate look all at once in his eyes. The black shirt was tight, but still covered all but his arms. His loose black breacehrs brushed the ground, and there was a large burned tatoo on his left shoulder. He wore no shoes. [(W E A P O N S)]> He has no weapons, but for those provided him by the Zero Eon group taht created. And those are installed in his body, them being his claws wich can extend for miles, fromt he sloth, the impossable flexability, speed, and grace of a snake and cat, and the sleek power of a dog, along with dog teeth beside his snake fangs, as well as scent receptors like a cats inside his jaw. He can also presume any of their forms. [( For the Sake of Science )]> He looks to be about 16, though he's been here much longer, his youth frozen in place by the experiments of Zero Eon, and his past is a rolling tragedy.At a very young age, his mother was torn apart and raped right before his eyes by a group of raiders on the road, in plain sight of a gaurd tower, dveloping his hate for the law enforcers, and his father left years before with some whore he found in a bar after savagely beating his mother, and stealing almost every possession int heir home. What couldn't be stolen he burned. After staying in a homeless shelter for several years, his mother and he moved away, but she was slain on the road, as described above. This happpened anout when he was six years of age, and he was never exactly stable, but the death of his mother drove him over the edge. Wandering in a haze for his years afterwords, until he was thirteen, he was found by the company known as Zero Eon, and was brought to their lab. He worked for them for afew weeks, befroe he was brought into teh testing corp. Little did he know he wasn't going to be making the tests, but rather he was the one being tested on. One night they beat him until he was almost dead, and ragged him away to a secluded, hidden lab, and operated on him, ripping apart his already scarce sanity with the raging maelstrom of thoughts that is brought with retaining five minds in one body. One day, after they finished testing, they released him into a small fieldlike region with many guards set out, whom he was supposed to find. But as he found the first, it all came crashing abck. he experimants. The pain. The torture. His family. He blamed it all ont hese men, as he tore them flesh from bone, devouring the scraps. He escaped then, after slaughtering and devouring the lab workers and subjects, innocent and guilty alike suffering his wrath as he slew all of them. He escaped the lab and is now hunted by the hundreds of other gaurds in his madness as he lives ont he run, killing anyone and anything that gets int he way of what he wants.