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Username: The Writing Writer
Character name: Khalen
Alias: Shatter
Age: Unknown. Really old.
Race: Awakened Human.
Starting Location: Atlantis
Powers: Kinetics Mage.
Weapons: None.
Weaknesses: Intimately connected to every molecule around him since he was born, Khalen is...how should I put it...bat-s**t insane? He cannot see, in the technical sense. Instead, he sees the world in terms of mana frequencies. Also, his power is far too great for him to fully handle. He can manipulate large clumps of molecules, or a few molecules at a time, but he cannot create large-scale reactions that are effortless to other mages. Finally, a side affect of his apparent immortality is a stunting of his staggering power, as he uses most of it to keep his organs functioning.
Appearance: White. Really, really white. Khalen's skin as paper-pale, almost translucent. His hair is utterly devoid of any form of pigment whatsoever, a pure white. As a kinetics mage, and thusly a physical combatant, he wears loose, flowing garments- always bleached white. His eyes, too, are completely white- no iris, pupil, or sclera. He is blind, and all.
History: Um. I'm going to be real simple. He's lived through several Awakenings, each leaving him with just enough power to keep himself alive- barely- and watch as society crumbles with the loss of magic. In his own twisted mind, Khalen views it as his duty to set things right, once and for all. To accomplish this, he plans to achieve a fourth dimension, just as mana has- and thusly become God. Once imbued with this power, he will energize the time waves, and keep magic as a constant throughout the ages.

Username: Gelid Brutality
Character name: Gerias Forge
Alias: Forge
Age: 28
Race: Awakened Human
Starting Location: Atlantis
Powers: Gerias Forge is an accomplished Golemist; a title which he is the only known man to bear in the known world. His method of power is quite rare, perhaps exclusive. Making use of solid compounds, he synthesizes their molecules together into a singular object. For some reason, his mind seems incapable of turning the material into any other object then a lumbering humanoid, what he has sentimentally deemed a "Golem". Using this form of magic, he is capable of creating massive minions out of nearly any amount of gathered materials whatsoever. Once he discontinues his line of mental connection to a Golem, however, whether intentionally or by lack of focus, the Golem immediately collapses and fails to exist. Forge has recently discovered the means to synthesize any material whatsoever, and then manipulate the new compound indefinately, or until he severs his connection to it.
Weapons: A fully Automatic 50-Calibur Mond (Machine Gun), and a 7" belted hunting knife provide Forge all the proper battle decor he desires. His Mond hangs by it's strap ceremoniously over his left shoulder. Forge's entire body has become a superhuman, fully mobile weapon. The metallic compound which encompasses his entire body can be stretched and flexed with inhuman agility and amiability; sharpening his fingers to needle points, for example, he can shoot them outwards, elongating them towards his opponent.
Weaknesses: At an early age, Gerias Forge lost both of his parents during a racial riot. Making use of his strange capabilities, he was able to ignite his toys into life and play with them. In this manner, he trained himself to create these strange minions from raw materials, thus satisfying his impending fear of loneliness, Autophobia. His fear consumes him, and even in his sleep, one can notice his blankets carressing him in a most alien manner.
Appearance: If it wasn't for Forge's undeniable human features, he could easily be confused as a troll. Standing at 6'10", with a long blonde mane of hair which falls to his shoulder blades, his tresses are intricately decorated with braids and tribal fettishes. Woad tattoos decorate most of his torso, arms and legs, and his face is clean-shaven. His trunk-like legs are covered in wolf-hide leggings as well as a fur loincloth which is kept in place by a wide leather belt, and he hoists two thick stainless steel boots. Forge's torso is veiled in a leather hunting vest, revealing most of his thick muscles. His entire right arm is plated shoulder to fingertips in steel, with a spiked pauldron and steel gauntlet. Though cumbersome in appearance, the armor is designed for comfortable mobility, and after years of usage his arm has adapted to its weight. A large machine gun is usually slung over one of his shoulders, and a nasty looking belt-knife is sheathed at his waist. Forge's entire body has melded with a condensed titanium alloy, which he synthesized to himself only recently. Standing at 10' in height, his metallic body only accentuates his unnaturally oversized muscles. His hands are most often sharpened into lethally sharp claws, and his spine protrudes more then usual from his back. In place of a mouth, the lower half of his face is covered in a large grill-like filter which prevents foreign compounds from entering his mouth or lungs. His eyes are large and a piercing blue, while his nostrils are naught but serpentine slits. Forge's hair, because of the metallic compound which has fused with it, always falls perfectly straight downwards. It is still thick and extremely flexible, but the compound is quite heavy.
His appearance is akin to that of a fabled Collosus.
History: Born in western Sandinavia, Gerias' parents were both involved in a norse tribal revival movement which became popular after the Awakening. His family toured Nordic territories and Europe, spreading their ideals of racial equality and anarchism, despite tense government opposition. When Gerias' wasn't even a toddler, the movement was banned and his parents were outlawed. The tours soon turned into panicked flight as his family traversed nothern europe one step ahead of local law enforcement. It was not long until they returned to Gerias' hometown in the midst of an anti-metahuman riot. Both of his parents were killed in a freak accident, torn to shreds by shrapnel released from a car bomb which detonated before it reached its destination. Gerias, left alone in the midst of a riot, has carried the horrific images and memories of that night to this day. After several days of lone wandering in the razed and pillaged streets, Gerias was discovered by a metahuman Giant, or Norse Troll, who was wounded in the riot. The Giant took Gerias under his wings, who at that age was already three times the normal size for his years. Assuming Gerias was a metahuman, Gerias was adopted into metahuman society, living between homes and shelters and growing up with fascist gangs. It was during this time that Gerias began to develop his abilities as a Golemist, giving his few toys life, to satiate his tortured thirst for companionship. He made them dance and play and reenact ancient battles, and soon Gerias was capable of making new toys out of raw materials. His metahuman overseers, noticing his strange hobby of creating new playthings and tools, nicknamed him Forge, and the name stuck. Despite his early age, the metahumans of Norse society needed manpower badly, and thus put Gerias to work as a trainee, instructing him on how to handle a firearm and a blade, how to hunt, and how to disguise yourself when in the midst of humans. The years passed, and it soon became apparant, despite his size, that he was no Giant. The metahumans, ignorant of his Awakened capabilities, shunned him from their society, and thus Gerias was abandoned once again to the company of his Golems. Sick of his environment and eager to move on, Gerias traveled to London in the Twin Kingdoms, where he joined a street gang and became learned in English. His great size granted him automatic status, and it was not long until his Awakened capabilities were recognized. Despite the ideals and depraved morals of his fellow gang members, the way of his old people stuck with him, and he began to develop a strict personal code, which often conflicted with his career but gained him rare trust. At the age of 21, Gerias Forge was arrested for crushing a prominant politican's skull with his bare hand. The law didn't care that the man had hired his cronies to slaughter Gerias' companions, only that one of its faces were left ruined and gored into the concrete. Dozens of people witnessed the murder, and Gerias pleaded guilty. At the age of 25, after four years of prison, when he personally decided his sentence complete, Forge broke free from jail using three massive steel and concrete golems who decimated the facility. Hundreds of dangerous convicts were consequently freed, but that mattered little to him. The same year, Forge heard of the wonderous Atlantis, and traveled there. Three years later, he is still present, and he has finally found himself what seems to be a home.

Username: Myythren
Character name:Min Hareth
Alias: Red, for her tatoos.
Age: 21
Race: Centaur
Starting Location:
Powers: Shamistic, horses mainly, but some skill with other grazers.
Weapons: A longbow with several types of arrows. Knives for mostly practical reasons, and a staff covered in carvings and runes.
Weaknesses: Min sees the big piture, and often overlooks small details. She strongly believes the ends justify the means in nearly all situations. She dislikes large cities. Due to her being a centaur, Min likes to be with a group of others.
Appearance:

Min stands at 14 hands, at her horse shoulder, and her total height is about 7 feet. Her appearance is vaugely asian. She's considered to be very small and slightly built amoung her own people. Her Hair and tail are Black, and the rest of her body and skin are a cream color. Her lower legs show a slight feathering of hair, which is also black. The red tatto on her face marks her clan, as reckened through her mother. Her other distinguishing feature is some long slash-like scars on her rump, back and shoulders.
Unlike most of her kind, Min does wear horse shoes, due to the amount of time she's been spending in cities.

History:Min was born in Central Asia, to Hithcarth's band. Her mother was of the Wilwarin, or Butterfly clan. Her mother was Hithcarth's first female, giving herself and her daughter rank amoung the other females he later came into the possestion of. Min had a normal childhood, and remained with the same band untill she reached adulthood.

Shortly after she turned 19 Min got word that her Mother and Hithcarth were planning on tradeing her off to another band, in exchange for incresded grazing rights for their livestock. While this wasn't uncommon, Min didn't care for the idea. She still went along with it. This proved to be something of a mistake, as her new band leader proved to be deeply conservative, when compared to her old one. Min felt oppressed by her new situation, and choose to leave the band. The fact her new band leader had her branded may have influenced this decsion.

Min is curently living in the Allied German States, where she ended up after nearly two years of wandering. While she's uncertain about humans as a whole, Min feels a metahuman gov't would be better for everyone concered.

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Username: Shoryue
Character name: Shoryue Ryudjin
Alias: Phantasm
Age: Unknown; has seen the rise and fall of empires
Race: Awakened human
Starting Location: Atlantis
Powers: Electro-synergy is his game. Instead of controlling the particles themselves, he has acquired the ability to control their electric relationships. In doing so, he not only can manipulate electric fields, but also the synapses in his own mind and the minds of others. This does not constitute mind control easily... more commonly, it is used to make someone believe so strongly that something he imagines is real that it becomes real to them... IE being cut by a knife that isn't really there... In so doing, he has also been able to prolong his age; he thinks, therefore he is. The same principle is applied to radiation and his immunization. This allows him to carry atomic weaponry. Furthermore, convincing himself firmly of his own youth has effectively given him the counter-aging abilities. He found a way to lock this through awakening cycles, not needing magic to retain these tangible dilusions but rather change them.
Weapons: Shoryue is a weaponsmith. He is an accomplished swordsman and bladesman, having been around when that was a necessity. Furthermore, he makes his own guns. His prized creations are his pair of nuclear-tiped-bullet firing pistols. He can electrically control their discharge after impact to some extent. He hasn't been able to put too many bullets in one clip yet. Reloading these takes strategy.
Weaknesses: His past. He is screwed up from a series of childhood events. Furthermore, he has seen the rise and fall of empires... as such he has seen the damage either can do. He stops at nothing to put an end to injustice within his sphere of influence despite his previous relationship to anyone. He is unstable, but wise beyond his years (he has quite a few). This can sometimes prove dangerous to him and those he loves... the few that are left.
Appearance: A shock of white hair accompanies a 17-year-old body. His red eyes have a depth to them known not to many onlookers; few are allowed to get close enough to admire the true beauty their abysmal depths long to convey. His face, while youthful, wreaks of wisdom in its appearance.
History: His entire family was killed... more than once. Details to come.

Gren the Wolf Mage

Username: Gren the Wolf Mage
Character name: Katherine Rose
Alias: Rose
Age: 20ish
Race: Elf: Dryad
Starting Location: Atlantis
Powers: As a shaman, her communication in animals lies only with wolves, but her true magic is of the spirit. She can See people and life, good and bad, as plainly as one can see the color of another's hair in broad daylight. Her specialized eyes also allow no special detection to light, she can see whenever she has her eyes open and her magic allows her to see some things when they are closed. Also, the natualizm in her magic can negate any distortion of mana around her. Needless to say, such a thing as... lets say, keeping an explotion from happening, tires her severly. This sheild is used only for her self defence.
Weapons: A nigh unbreakable stave of some raw wood is usually carried on her back, it's color a nearly black brown with carvings that show the much lighter color of the inner wood.
Weaknesses: She doesn't really have any special weaknesses.
Appearance: Being a Dryad, her hair is colored to match the seasons. Currently green strands are starting to show up in her white mop top. Rose's eyes, which are almost a mahogany brown, are left without pupils and seem really rather eerie if looked into strait on. She wears torn jeans (from use) and usually no shoes or big boots, tending to walk in her tiptoes. Her chest and torso are most often cased by some dark top made of the usual cotton, but intricately cut to have a pattern through the fabric like that of leaves. Her hair is cut short and styled messilly around her face and ears. Tattoos done in black, a stark contrast to her fair skin, adorn the flesh along her hairline down the side of her head, and to her neck, leaving the symbol of shaman there. A wolf carved out of onyx dangles on a silver chain around her neck, declairing her focus of communication with animals.
History: Though having been instinctively drawn to her kin in the wilds, somehow her mind never truely underwent the transformation into that of a true dryad. She lived with them for much of her life, learning the magics of her people, but has always found her way back into the cities; thusly why she is in Atlantis right now. She is very much a scholar, prizing knowledge and the power it gives her. She simply seeks to live and discover all things around her, easilly fascinated by the simplest of things.

Username: Nicholai Maxwell
Character name: Sergei Mikhail Aleksandrovich
Alias: Alex
Age: 23
Race: Awakened Human
Starting Location: Allied German States
Powers:Liquid: Sergei has powerful water magic, usually manifesting itself in frozen form, and his control of it allows him to bear incredibly cold temperature and even breathe underwater. His freakish talent allows him to live in the water as well as on land.
Weapons: Sergei's weapons of choice are two daggers that are a steely blue and about 1' in length, each. They are slender, but quick and effective for sharp strokes, and have a 3 inch hilt wrapped in a snow white cloth. They have a single edge, with a flat side opposite it for aerodynamic emphasis. A shallow line is engraved into each side to add shape to the stab's wound, and the blade is sharped to one fine, and sharp, metal line.
He's also skilled with most primitive weapons, and wields them with grace and skill, though modern weapons are a bit beyond him and firearms or quite unpredictable in his hands.
Weaknesses: Sergei's innate attraction to the cold and water don't bode well for his affinity to flame. He's extremely susceptible to extreme heat, and can be easily dehydrated, and he has a slight case of pyrophobia, as he understands its necessity for heat, but still distrusts it. Also, he's quite fragile for a Russian, with more European looks than Slavic at times, and has a weak physical constitution when it comes down to taking a beating.
Appearance: Sergei is a medium-height man, standing 5'11", with a slender figure and an almost lankiness to him. He has cold, silver-blue eyes, and, unlike most of his race, he bears distinctly European black brown hair. His features are angular and accented, without any subtleties. A prominent nose, by most standards, and a high forehead. His flesh is pale and barely marked with a trace of sun. His skin is always smooth and uncalloused, like that of someone who does little physical labor.
Sergei wears his hear fairly long, with it sweeping across one eye, with jagged edges and the sides hanging down just past his chin, and the back trimmed and layered, the rest fashionably styled and tussled. It doesn't take a genius to realize he cares about his appearance. He wears a variety of unique and eccentric clothes, usually fairly tight on his skin, with a variety of exotic colors and unique patterns. Sometimes they don't even match. He enjoys wearing sneakers more than dressier shoes, and comfort with style is a general statement about his clothing. He also has traditional Russian clothes and a fur coat and tall hat, the hat standing about 4 inches tall, and formal leather boots.
History: Sergei was born in a small village on the border between Europe and Russia to a Hungarian woman and her Russian husband. His father, Aleksandr, ran a series of textile factories along the border lines, and his mother, Estella, was a famed designer who had once worked the Paris circuit, but had retired at young age with a great deal of wealth to start a family.
His early life was not as arisocratic as one would have expected. Rather than splurge on a luxurious lifestyle, his parents set away most of their wealth to safeguard their son's future, and thus they lived modestly in an antique house in the little town of Uristad. He attended a small private school in France for most of his youth, but an unfortunate incident involving a near drowning accident in a local lake left him somewhat crippled. He was returned to his home and spent his early teen years recovering. The doctors weren't sure if his mind or body would regain their former capacity, but in a miraculous turn, he one day was found swimming in their manor's lake. Confused by how he made it out there, his parents accepted it with a grain of salt.
Seeing as that was during the early part of the awakening, his changes progressed more and more. Slowly, everything liquid bent to his will, even molten metals, as he discovered while experimenting with his strange new powers. Eventually, rumors spread of this "sorceror" among the locals, and he was revered, if not feared for his awkward abilities. The Awakening finally came, and he was one of the "awakened" ones, and his powers fully developed, leaving him to wander the Allied German States in an almost nomadic fashion, though never by choice, but by the desire to remain as anonymous as possible.
Since he didn't appear fully Russian or fully Hungarian, he adopted an alias and learned to speak English impeccably. Going by Alex, adapted from his last name, he became an enigmatic force in the areas he went.