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Sin Jacob Roberts Captain
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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 11:25 pm
This is where you post your character profiles; use any style of character profiles you want.
Enjoy yourselves and please abide by the Gaia Terms.
Also please include how your character died and when they died.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 10:02 pm
Name:Sin Betheal Roberts Age:2735 Gender: Male Race: Human Power: Shape shifting, PyroKenisis, Super human speed and strength Weapon(s):Claymore,Battle Axe, Scythe, Punching Dagger, and Heavy Mace  Small Bio: Sin was the first Damned soul to arrive in the Garden; from the first sight of his family he knew he would have to change something. After a hundred years of spending time in the Garden he left for the Infernal Battlefields; he was the first soul to enter in a thousand years, there he left a plaque and set forth to control the infernal battlefields. After six hundreds years of ruling the Battlefields; he was granted the title of "Overseer of the Battlefields"From the gods of Virtue and the Gods of Discord.
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Sin Jacob Roberts Captain
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On Wings Of Song Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 10:23 pm
Name: Lilith Azmaria.
Age: 18
Race: Nephilim
Appearance:
Biography:
Born out of sin and lust, Lilith was raised in a world full of hate and sadness. As a Nephilim, the offspring of angels and humans, she is an exception to the usual breed that roams the lands, for she morely resembles a human in physique and attitude. She is petite in stature, but her unending amount of sarcastic remarks more than makes up for it.
~Lilith is a vagrant, who wanders the land in part of some mysterious quest. Upon her travels, she winds up in The Garden of Eternal Rest. According to legend, what she seeks resides in that very place.
Weapons: Dual blades, Nephilim special attributes(enhanced vision, wings of the fallen, etc), dual handguns, and pyrokinesis.
Other: Has a keen ear for music, can draw magical symbols that can be used only by nephilim, eyes change color depending on mood.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 10:32 pm
Name: The Overseer Race: Demi God Powers: Complete Control of the Garden of Eternal Rest Age: Infinite Weapons: None; the overseer does not believe in the use of Mans tools of warfare. He has the ability to banish souls from the Garden to Infernal pits of Hell  Bio: Nothing is Known of the Overseer; except of his vast Knowledge of life, The Garden, and the Universe.
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Sin Jacob Roberts Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 12:11 pm
Name: Kory
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance: 
Bio: Kory was born on a small island with her mother. Her father died in the war that was going on near her home. He was a medic but a surprise attack by enemy forces ended his short life.
Kory decided to join the army when she became of age but when her team was ambushed in the middle of the night, she didn't mak it.
She wishes to see her father who died so long ago but doesn't know how to find him or where to look.
Abilities Kory is good with martial arts, with inhuman speed and the strength to knock over a tree, Kory doesn't need any other weapon.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:51 pm
Name: Kyra Wolf Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Human Power: Is good at weapons fighting and can call on the spirits for help along with the elements although she mainly uses fire, shadow, and water Weapons: Sias, a few daggers in her belt, a bow that retracts attached to her thigh in a harness, and a katana on her back. what i look like:  (found a better pic and her hair goes down to the middle of her back) Bio: Kyra was the ultimate assassin. She was hired for many jobs and she knows a lot about fighting, suduction, and deception. She also feels comfortable around men because she spent most of her life around them. It's women she feels weird around unless they're animals or her friends. She was led on a mission one day and was ambushed by a friend and killed from a poisoned dagger to the back. Although she was betrayed, she never hated her friend for what she did and now seeks peace in 'The Garden.' Other: She has a birthmark of the word shadow in konji on her neck that she doesn't like anyone to see. It marks her as a shadow user and people ofter are scared of her because of it while her twin brother is the light user and has the word light in konji on his neck in the same place as her. The more she uses her shadows, the darker the birthmark gets. The less she uses her shadows, her birthmark starts to burn because of an overload of shadows in her body and it usually happens at night because there are more shadows out. She tries to not overload because its really painful for her. In clans of assassins, the women are light users because of their purity and good hearts while the men are the shadow users because of things that tempt them like greed and power. In her clan, Kyra and her brother were the first two that were opposites for a few decades close to a centry. She usually wears jeans, with long sleeved shirts and tank tops underneath but she recently started wearing tee-shirts and doubling tank tops. She wears the colors black and bloody red. She also wears her hair down as much as possible to hide her birthmark. Kyra hides in her own shadows most of the time. She seems all happy and innocent to try and help her feel that way but she is angered easily, feels down on herself and has trouble controlling her emotions at times. She will only let her anger out when she is alone but never around others because when she in a rage, she loses control of the elements and all hell breaks loose. (i finally got around and remembered to finish this the first one i wrote in a hurry to just get it up and going cause i had to leave to run errands yay me^.^)
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 7:12 pm
Name: Chey (friends get to call her Cheyko) Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon of choice: A handcrafted katana given to her by her Master, specially made to fit her shorter than average stance. .::Appearance::. Eye Color: Dark blue Hair color: Dark brown, black Height: 5'1 (and she's sensitive about it) Marks/Scars/Tattoos: Few scars on her arms, legs, and just about everywhere else on her body. She hides them obsessively with different materials (whether it be clothing or wrappings of some type) The scar she is most sensitive one is the one in the center of her chest, directly between her breasts, which was the final wound she received before dying. .::Personality::. I hate all. Every single one of them. The demons I slaughtered and the humans who paid me to do so. I hate them all, nothing more I can say about that. She is cold, and yet overly compassionate. Careful to guard her emotions for the fact that she cannot deal with pain, not anymore. Of course she once had a family, whom she loved and adored... whom loved and adored her back... That's when her home was destroyed, but what she cannot say, and by who she has no idea... all she knew is they were human. She despises humans even more than the beasts she made a living killing. Of course the problem with humans was the fact that they are emotional creatures... who switch so easily and so quickly between love and despite that it burns anyone's mind trying to comprehend the situation completely. She is cold, and calculating, and rarely talks... yet deep inside she craves an end to the isolation... but of course when she finally got it, she ended up here. .::Biography::. I was born in a small village, to a wonderful woman and a strict father. The two of them got along like every other couple in my village... he made the rules, and she bent to them or suffered... That was simply how it was, I never questioned. When I was barely six years old my village was attacked by a nearby village for reasons I still can't comprehend, I understood why we slaughtered demons... but other human beings... it never clicked... I was left for dead, them being merciful enough to leave me alone next to my charred parents. I'm not sure what happened after that... I passed out from the pain, and the smoke, and the scent of burned human flesh alone... and woke up in a comfortable bed, listening to the soft humming of another being. Apparently an old man had been on his way to a shrine to pray when he saw the flames, sadly all he could tell me was that I was all he could find. He taught me the ways of the blade, and even forged me my faithful weapon. In return I helped him, took care of him the way his own children refused to; I never found out what happened to them, it wasn't a topic he enjoyed talking about. When I was sixteen he passed peacefully in his sleep, and I was on my own...with a deep hate for all things human, a curse my own Master had never cured me of. I left the next morning and made my way to the closest village, where I quickly found that the skills he taught me came in handy. I became a soft of hunter for hire, traveling and killing demons for money... often times I was given the pleasure of slaughtering other humans... the high light of my new career. That's when I met Him. Kaito... such a beautiful name even now as it slips past my lips... He too lost his family to a village of mercenaries, we later discovered it had been the same one... I should have known better... We fell in love, I hate to say, and plotted revenge for our kin... I remember that night like it was yesterday, dressed in black and ready to strike. We split up, set the small village on fire and waited for the worthless scum to go running so we could slaughter them... one by one... Everything from there is nothing but a blur in my memory now... but I remember stepping into the slowly enclosing flames, the only way out of the blaze now at the other side of the village... directly across from me and past the homes... and yet.... he came walking towards me... a grin on his face I had never seen before.... it was Kaito, my Kaito... and yet it wasn't him.... He came towards me, closer and closer... until he was staring down at my eyes and I could feel the heat from his body... he had a small dagger in his hand... he made sure I saw it.... He was one of them... my Kaito.... I felt the pain erupt in my chest, a pain like nothing else I'd ever felt before.... and I saw him step away from me, and felt the blood in my hands.... and then.... I fell... and fell... and fell... and woke up here.... Lost... confused... alone... and enraged... at myself, and all who ever walked this worthless planet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 3:21 pm
Name: Ulruu Age: Looks 17, but is 333 yrs old Gender: Male Race: Part elf and part demon Weapon of choice: His bow and arrows Powers: Limited telepathy and limited water manipulation  Eye Color: Amber Hair color: Jet Black Height: 5 foot 9 Marks/Scars/Tattoos: He was marked on the top of his right hip. The raised scar tissue on his hip is a dove. Personality:Ulruu is generally distrustful to any being at the level of 'human' intellegence. His experiences have taught him that no one is his friend unless they can be controlled. He generally stays away from fights. Isolation in the trees makes him feel at home. He's hard to know because of his disability and his general coldness. Biography:Ulruu is deaf. When he was alive, he was caught in an explosion. The noise was so great that his ear drums burst, and the general aftermath killed him. His mother was an odd demon. Well, she was mentally unstable compared to the elves or even humans, but Ulruu was able to survive his mother's instablity. His father, an elf, rescued Ulruu from his mother's eating habits. Instead of fearing everyday next to his mother, he was now shunned by the elven race. Even his father held him with veiled contempt. After all, the elves cherished purity and serenity. As a half demon, he was neither pure nor serene. Bottled up inside of him was his mother's hunger. Hunger for blood and fear. Ulruu's father did teach him some of the elven ways. Despite the evil that resided in him, he was able to learn. The elf taught him healing, archery, and how to control some of his powers. What Ulruu never learned was the elves' never ending patience. When he was 87 years old, he decided against staying near the elves. He couldn't stand their false kindness anymore, so he set off. Afterall, he had mastered healing and archery. He doesn't have many friends at all due to his mixed blood. People don't take too kindly to mutts. Humans fear him. Elves scorn him. Demons laugh at him. Once, Ulruu lost his control near a village. He almost massacred them for their blood and fear. The village priest captured him. The man tried to suppress Ulruu's demon side by drawing blood and marking him. However, all it did was scar him and now it constantly aches. Now dead, Ulruu does what he did while he was living-Survive. His telepathy can be exerted over animals because they are lower than humans, elves, demons, and angels. He knows the difference between real animals and shape shifters because of his power. His water manipulation skills are random. In fact, he doesn't even know they exist.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:24 pm
Name: Kearo Nasanam
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: 
Bio: Ever since Kearo was young, he has been dealing with Insomnia and Hallucinations. Many tragic events have happened in his life that he suppressed deep within his memories. Getting anywhere close to those memories really affects Kearo and it starts to eat away at him, slowly deteriorating him.
He had a good knowledge with firearms and bladed weapons. He would keep a katana in his room, a knife hanging on his leg when he was around the house, many different tools in the garage, a Swiss army knife on his keys, and in emergencies he would use blunt objects.
Kearo's life was cut short during a small gathering with some friends and family. Two burglars came into his house with baseball bats and tried robbing everyone. Lucky for them, Kearo was upstairs, grabbing his weapons. He chased the men away from his house, where he killed hem and died as well.
Weapon: A huge cross with the bottom part sheathing a blade for a sword.
Powers: Due to his mental condition while he was living, he is able to read other people. Personalities, experience their memories, go into their dreams, and knows if they're lying (makes him very weak).
Personality: Kearo is in battle with his own mentality. He tends not to be with other people, because he doesn't want people involved in his problems. He can be nice at times, but he is indirectly protective of others. He not a violent person to other people, but if he needs to protect himself or others, he will. His mentality can cause him to change his personality, though, and he can take things in the wrong way.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 12:52 pm
Name:Sin Jacob Roberts Title: The Beast, The living Genocide, The Man The Myth and The Legend Age: Appears to look 24, but he is actually 689 Gender: Male Race: Half Devil (Was Human but Merged with the devil Ba'al) Height:6'2" Weight:189lbs Hair Color:Brown Eye Color:Green Powers:Shape Shifting, Pyrokinesis, Telepathy, and Kinetic Energy Weapons: Dual H&K USP's, FN P90, Sledge Hammer, Sawed off Lever Action Shotgun, and The Tormentor of Death (Scythe) Appearance:  Small Bio:Sin is the last in the line of Betheal's family, when he was 16 he lost his family in a gangland feud. After 7 years of a constant drunken state and numerous back ally brawls, he was finally able to seek the vengeance he wanted. His adopted father Nikolai (his best friends father) gave him crates full of black market guns, Sin loaded the guns and went on a killing spree. After killing a majority of those who killed his family, he was sent to prison for life. There a young boy approached him and offered to give him an early release in exchange for his soul, but at first Sin denied it and thought of it as a joke. A year later the same boy came up to him and revealed himself as Lucifer, and finally Sin gave in and took the deal. He was set free after serving two years, he went home to his wife and children; but his job wasn't done there was still that one person left. He grabbed his fathers Colt M1911A1 and set out to kill him, finally one night he found him in an ally trying to rape some poor girl and Sin shoot at him. The two got into a shoot out and Sin got shot in the lung, causing him to go down; but Sin fired the last bullet which hit the man in the head. Sin Put the Colt to his head and pulled the trigger, he went to hell where he was given a curse to live, and for 600+ years he wandered the earth Slaughtering those who got in his way, he was impervious to the mortals but not to his Ancestors and the false gods. After killing all of his ancestors except Betheal, he decided it was time to rest and he came to the garden. Quote: " All is fair in love and war" and "F*** I need a Cigarette..."
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Sin Jacob Roberts Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:12 pm
Name: Kaori Age: 19 Gender: Female Race: Fire dragon Weapon of choice: A katana with a handle and sheath made from dragon skin. She can also control and create fire from nothing. .::Appearance::. Eye Color: Bright purple Hair color: Red Height: 5'6 Marks/Scars/Tattoos: Besides her 'true' form, which is that of a large red dragon (western style not eastern) nothing. .::Personality::. I fell in love once, it is a mistake I will not ever make again. She has a strong mistrust of men, and is constantly picking fun at them. The only two men she's ever been able to trust are her older brother and his best friend. She is also very hateful towards humans, because they slaughtered not only her older brother and his friend but herself as well; in fact she was slaughtered by a demon hunter by the name of Chey. She is very tricky, and enjoys leading people on only to watch them suffer in the end; however her problem is actually her older brother. She is the voice of reason in her group. .::Biography::. I was born in a large family group, and when I was still a child my entire family group was slaughtered and my older brother and I were the only two left. We were saved by an older demon by the name of Kinzoku, and with him we traveled the world searching for other dragons; fearing that we were the only two left. Of course it was only a matter of time before we were hunted down, and we were slain on a dark and cold night by a demon hunter who called herself Chey. Now we wander the afterlife.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 7:27 pm
Name: Raiden Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Electric Dragon Weapon of choice: A large double-edged sword with a dragon skin hilt and sheath. .::Appearance::. Eye Color: pale lime green with a hint of blue. Hair color: Blond Height: 5'10 Marks/Scars/Tattoos: He has a golden dragon form, western style not eastern style. .::Personality::. I trust too easily, I'm hurt too easily, I'm angry too easily, and I become serious too easily. Kinzoku likes to call me a chick. He is very... odd, to say the least. He is happy go lucky, and yet very serious when the situation calls for it. He is also the person of the group who is most likely to get in trouble for stupid things and he is openly gay and loves messing with other guys (especially the straight ones). He is fun, happy go lucky, very trustful, and is basically Kaori's human emotions side. However he can also be very serious, and very powerful, and very strong. He is very friendly, and his main goal in life is to protect others, no matter who they may be; this often leaves him hurt, because he will sacrifice himself without thinking to save someone else... even an enemy. .::Biography::. I was born in a large family group of dragons, who taught me to fight and use both my dragon form and my human form to my advantage in battle... however, soon after my baby sister was hatched... our family was destroyed... I took her, and ran... the only thing I could do given the situation, and it still haunts me... We ran, and eventually came across a male demon by the name of Kinzoku who agreed to take us in... why, we were unsure... but we didn't complain. He and I soon became close, him quickly taking the place of an older brother in our small family, and he agreed to help us look for other dragons... However... we died... long before our quest was complete... we were killed by a young hunter by the name of Chey, who had skills we had never seen before in a human...
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:11 pm
Name: Kinzoku Age: Unknown but appears to be in his mid to late 20's. Gender: Male Race: half demon Weapon of choice: His bare hands and whatever else he can get a hold of. .::Appearance::. Eye Color: blue Hair color: silver Height: 6'2 Marks/Scars/Tattoos: Nothing .::Personality::. Humph He is cold, dark, and hardly ever says more than a few words at a time... if he speaks at all; however he is extremely protective of those he cares about. .::Biography::. He is the son of an extremely powerful demon, but his mother was a human who was raped and tossed aside. When he was born his mother passed away, and he was left alone in a village who was afraid of him... Unable to ever really fit in, her grew up fascinated by non-human creatures who were also not demonic... He despises demons for what his father was, and he despises human for how they treated him and the only solace and comfort he found were in the two young orphaned dragons he allowed into his tiny three-person family. He was killed protecting them, by a hunter named Chey, and swears revenge.
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