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"Savior, conqueror, hero, villain... You are all these things, Pala, and yet, you are nothing." -- "Who I am is not important—my message is." -- Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. --"Darkness is a friend, an ally. Darkness allows us to understand others, to see what they value when they believe no one else is looking. It allows us to be honest with ourselves, to express those values that we would disavow in the light. The light blinds us. It is only in the dark that we see clearly, and there is a great dark hidden among these worlds." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name:Umbra Race:Vampire He is the only death-knight.Backround: Vampire lord of Carceris. He was born, and abandoned by his mother, who didn't even want him. He grew up alone, no friends, he didn't know his family at the time. People saw him as a stranger, an outcast. He was shunned, like he had the plague, or any infectious disease.He had to do everything he could to survive.. steal..kill... anything. He is extremely headstrong and cocky, but that is how some, vampires all. For those he cares about, he will protect them, even if it means putting his life at risk. He is as loyal as a trained dog, and is open to ideas. He fought anyone that got in his way, most of the time losing, but that didn't stop him. He did this for years and years, until something peculiar happened. He was noticed by the guards stealing from the town, but they didn't stop him. Instead, they talked to him, recognizing his unique abilities. -------------------------------------------------- When the guards find him, he looks to be around 25 years of age, in top physical condition. Has a very muscular build, but not too muscular. He has jet black hair, normally messy.His face is a light tan colored, with a crisp icy blue that seem to stare into your very mind and soul,freezing your insides and deciphering your into every little ounce of your well being. His eyes also has seen much, and are much sharper than any mortals could hope to imagine.His fangs show when he smiles or smirks, normally clean, but sometimes are stained with blood. He is muscular, and he can crush a semi with his hands, though he must be near full strength to achieve this.He also has black feathered wings, each one about 4 meters long, with silver swirls in them. He can fold under his skin on his back for concealment. They offered him a position in the army, and he happily accepted it, for anything was better then what he was going through. He soon joined the military. In the military, he discovered he was unique. -------------------------------------------------- Through years and years of harsh, brutal training, some things were revealed about him. He had about 8 times the strength of a normal average Adult male human. He can make his weapons and armor be covered in a deathly frost, If it makes contact with skin, then the item will slowly freeze. He can also Make a blue glyph on the floor of the fighting area. Anyone within that 10 yard circle will temporarily freeze, so they are unable to move. He can summon bone chilling chains that will wrap around the opponent, immobilizing, freezing, and or slowing them down. He can also if he chooses to, drain the life out of somebody by physical contact. The longer the contact, the more the life-force (looks different with every person) gets drained, renewing his strength. He was trained effortlessly, effectually honing his skills to almost perfection. -He went up fast in the ranks, catching the eyes of everyone. In every battle he fought, from the eastern Russians to the far western Roman empire, He somehow figured out a way to win, despite his situations. He kept pushing on, despite his fellow soldiers moral and starvation. He was soon given the title of Royal Guard. only some of the best, most successful veterans of war could possibly be in. As a part of the Royal guard, He was gifted with Imperius, a cold hearted blade only Death-knights could wield. The royal guard had essentially, "stolen" this blade from a death-knight that laid dead in one of their battles,thinking it could give them quite a bounty. Due to the history of the blade being descended from Death-knights, and the fact they were so sinister looking, no body wanted it. The blade is about 106 cm long, the blade straight and double sided. It is an icy blue with an icy hilt. The hilt and the blade send an icy chill up the enemies spine. The guard is straight, so that it protects the hand if the opposing sword slides down the blade. Both sides razor sharp for slashing, and the tip is sharp, but not as sharp as the sides. -------------------------------------------------- He also was given an icy plate armor with a black cape, this time it wasn't from a fallen death-knight, this instead was made by hand painstakingly. It took years and years to make such a high quality armor, getting meteoric metals was as great as making the armor itself! The armor similar to the knights plate armor, but some few differences. It is lighter, made of a mix of alloys and meteorite Iron. He also wears some plate armor on his legs, though not much for better movement. The shoulders have what seems to be an icy skull design. -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -Most looked at him with honor and respect, but some knew of his past, and kept holding him to it,calling him scum. It was a warm July day, the year 1300 A.D. The King went out for an assault at Constantinople, but his troops faced hard issues. Most of them died of disease or starvation, and the worst part is, his royal guard was stationed in the Northern part of Germany. Even if he sent a messenger, it would have taken too long. He marched on, and he finally tried ransacking Constantinople. His men fought hard, but weren't as trained as the Soldiers of Constantinople. He died in combat. When the Royal guard returned to Carceris, they did not know of his defeat until days later. Umbra and the Royal guard found out when the dead kings body hung at the borders of Constantinople, his body pelted with death and terror. Umbra, now filled with anger, planned to fulfill a plan to gain revenge for his king. One day, about 2 weeks later, the queen came up to him. They spoke privately, behind he doors of the queens bedchamber. She said that He, was the heir to the kings throne. He put some of the pieces together, his mother abandoning him... His father being the king. In Anger for abandoning him, he plunged his cold Imperius into the icy stone cold heart of the queen. She fell to the ground, blood continuing to pour from her heart, despite her dead state. He Inherited the throne, and rules both with an open palm during times of peace, and a closed fist during the hardships of war. -------------------------------------------------- Skeleton: Age:At least Centuries Bio: It has been observed however, that Umbra has tapped into his unholy side of being a death knight. He may Raise the dead. These skeletons of his are about 6ft tall, being a good 200lbs. They are of human origin, but enhanced with sorcery. They were originally Norse nobles, their training was brutal, not many survived. Often brothers would fight amongst brothers, trying to climb to the ranks of Huscarls, otherwise known as the elite guard of King Cnut. They were very muscular pillaging villages while their wives and female children would farm and tend the cities. Their weapons Included two-handed axes which could split shields or metal helmets with ease. Also, these wealthy Norsemen would have a complete ensemble of a helmet, shield, chain-mail shirt, and sword. As they have died, they cannot fight, and move on their own. Umbra would form a purple glyph underneath him, the rim dancing with shadow. The seal's power would seep into the ground, and invade the skeletons, manifesting in their skulls, and it would dense up into a black orb, now the control center. -------------------------------------------------- -The energy would travel throughout the bodies, acting as muscle, tendons and ligaments, bringing the bones together. Some of the bones and joints would be covered in the purple sorcery, acting as tendons and ligaments, moving them as if they were alive. They follow Umbra's orders by means of a Mind link between Umbra and the Norse Skeletons, the glyph acts as an antennae, broadcasting his brainwaves into their "brains" and their orders shall be followed. They have been seen completing mild regeneration, but again not much has been observed or known. -------------------------------------------------- Name:Michael Race:Nephilim. Age:17 Michael Is a Nephilim. He is part angel, part mundane.. otherwise known as humans, mortals. He is very loyal and courageous, doing anything for those he cares about,not caring about any punishments or even if he gets exiled. He tends to take a bit to pick up new things, but when he does he can master them in a pinch. He is very charismatic, and if given the change he will flirt with girls, even if he might get slapped for it. He is in tune with his senses, picking up subtle details others would not, for it is required to hunt demons, or any mixture of Creatures. --------------------------------------------------- Story of the Nephilim:A thousand years ago, the Angel Raziel mixed his blood with the blood of men and created the race of the Nephilim. Human-angel hybrids, they walk among us, unseen but ever-present, our invisible protectors. They call themselves Shadowhunters. The Shadowhunters obey the laws set down in the Gray Book, given to them by the angel: their mandate is to protect our world from the interdimensional parasites they call demons, who travel from world to world, razing and destroying everything in their path. Theirs is also the task of keeping the peace among the warring Downworlders: the human-demon crossbreeds we know as warlocks, vampires, werewolves, and faeries. In their duties they are aided by the mysterious Silent Brothers. Their lips and eyes sewn shut, the Silent Brothers rule over the City of Bones, the necropolis below the streets of Manhattan that holds the dead bodies of slain Shadowhunters. The Silent Brothers keep the archival records of ever Shadowhunter ever born. They also watch over the Mortal Instruments, the three divine objects the Angel Raziel gave to his children. One is a sword. One is a mirror. And the last is a cup. For a thousand years, the Nephilim have protected the Mortal Instruments. But that was before the Uprising, the civil war that almost tore the Shadowhunters' secret world apart. Though Valentine, the Shadowhunter who started the war, is long dead, the wounds it left behind have never healed. Fifteen years have passed since the Uprising. It's August in New York; the streets blistering with heat. Rumors run rampant through Downworld that Valentine is back, at the head of an army of Forsaken warriors. And the Mortal Cup has gone missing...