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Gaia name: Wahoozerman

Name: Four

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Occupation: Lumberjack. That's right, I said lumberjack.

KoM: I feel bad just writing no here... My next section is so long.

Magic: Four has an unusual type of magic. Owing to the fact that Four is the result of a prophecy created for the sole purpose of messing with reality, he has gained access to a few unusual powers. Four's powers come in two distinct sets, light prophecy powers and dark prophecy powers. While they do not exactly contradict each other, the two sets of powers are almost exactly opposite.

In order for Four to use any of his magical abilities, certain conditions must be met. For the dark prophecy this includes becoming enraged or going pretty much berserk. For the light prophecy to be expressed, Four must feel the need to become a champion of justice, perhaps to protect a person, ideal, or object that he holds dear from an evil force. When none of the conditions are met, Four remains a normal human with no special powers.

Four's appearance and personality change slightly depending on which form he is in. The change is barely noticeable, and only those who know Four well would be able to tell the difference unless he actively changes forms in front of someone. The most noticeable physical difference is in Four's eyes. In his normal state Four's eyes are green. They change to gold when he is in his light prophecy state, and purple when he is in the dark prophecy state. He also seems to give off an extremely faint glow when in the light prophecy, as well as to be covered in a thin layer of shadow in the dark prophecy state. As for his personality, Four is more likely to be rash and unreasonable as well as cruel in his dark state, while in the light state he is prone to random fits of chivalry and mindless heroics.
















Weapon: Four wields a giant battle axe called the weapon of prophecy. The axe has a seven foot long oaken staff for a haft. There are three five inch steel bindings around the staff, one in the middle and two more equidistant from the one in the middle, leaving room for Four's hands. The less dangerous end of the pole is capped with another metal binding extending from the bottom of the staff up the staff about three inches. The head of the axe is covers the last foot and a half of the staff. Two half moon blades come off the axe head, one on either side. At the widest point the blades span two feet apart. The axe head is capped with a seven inch spearhead parallel to the haft. This axe is part of the prophecy that created Four. As such the axe is unbreakable, as to break it would be to prove the prophecy wrong.

Background: Four was never really born. He was created by an evil mage who was concerned solely with personal gain. This mage was experimenting with prophecy in order to create the ultimate warrior. In order to create a warrior from pure prophecy, it was nescessary to siphon the power of an extremely powerful magical being. The best cantidates for siphoning were the Keepers of Magic. New prophecies were then created from the lost power of the dead Keepers of Magic. Each prophecy brought forth a human child imbued with the powers used to create the prophecy. Four was the fourth such child to be brought forth, hence his name.

The Keepers murdered for the creation of the prophecy that spawned Four were the Keepers of Light and Dark. Being the fourth creation of prophecy made by the mage, Four had most of the mistakes worked out. Unlike creations One, Two, and Three, Four was almost perfect. He was not perfect however. There were two major flaws with the creation of Four. The first flaw was that Four did not have all the powers of the Light and Dark keepers. The second flaw was that Four did not have to obey orders given my the mage.

The mage decided to scrap Four as he had done with One, Two, and Three. Four's flaws were not dire enough to keep him out of society, and the mage had found that he was unable to destroy his own creations when he attempted to destroy One. The mage put a powerful enchantment on Four to seal his abilities. The mage cast Four out into a small village near Yaroh. Four was only five years old when he was sent to his village. He was taken in by an orphanage named the Crimsonwind Mansion, supposedly after a group of legendary heros who ran an orphanage. Though whether that legend was ever true or not remains disputed.

As Four grew, he took an apprenticeship under the town carpenter. It quickly became clear however; that Four would make a much better lumberjack than carpenter. Four grew tall and filled out earlier than most of the other children in the village, and by the time he was fourteen, Four was bigger than most of the men in his village. It was on his fifteenth birthday that Four was taken out into the woods with a group of men on a logging expidition.

A heavy storm struck, and the group with Four was forced to find shelter. Luckily there was a dwarf cave system nearby. The people of the village were good friends with the dwarves, so the dwarves allowed the men to stay in their caves for the duration of the storm. It was in these caves that Four first laid eyes on his axe. He immediately felt a strong need to have the axe, but the price was far out of reach for anyone in the village.

It was then that an old dwarf shaman found Four. The shaman saw great things in the youth's future, but only if the boy could come into his true power. The shaman took Four from the logging group before they left, promising to return Four to the village before the next year. Four lived with the dwarves in their cavern for that year, as the shaman consulted with the other dwarf shamans in an attempt to remove the seal on Four's magic.

The best the dwarves were able to do during this time was to allow the seal to be temporarily lifted in times of emotional turmoil. Over the year Four had learned much and become fast friends with all dwarves. Even though he remained beardless, a drawback of being a fifteen year old human, the dwarves respected Four and treated him as one of their own. He learned all the dwarf customs, as well as how to fight dwarven style with an axe. As four prepared to return to the village, the dwarves presented him with a simple suit of leather and chainmail armor as well as the axe he had so coveted since he first laid eyes upon it.

Four returned to the village and was almost unrecogniseable. He had grown to massive proportions over the year and carried himself with the powerful gait of a warrior instead of a young boy. Four quickly got back into the swing of everyday life at his village. He became a lumberjack and was quickly raised to head lumberjack. His life was pretty normal.

Appearance: Measuring in at six feet and nine inches tall with a weight of 240lbs, the best word to describe Four is big. While nobody has ever bothered to take his exact measurements, his shoulders are wide enough to cause people to take notice, as if his height wasn't enough. His skin is tanned like the skin of anyone who works outside a lot. The face under his messy brown hair is nothing overly remarkable in any sense. His jaw is a bit pronounced, but other than that he looks just about the same as any other man. Four's muscles are very well defined, but are often covered by his clothing.

Four usually wears a leather and chainmail jerkin hidden beneath a blue tunic belted at the waist. The sleeves of the jerkin protrude halfway down Four's upper arms, slightly farther than the sleeves of his tunic. Around his waist he wears a brown leather belt over his tunic to hold his tunic and pants in place. He wears loose fitting brown pants tucked into the tops of a pair of leather boots. The boots have steel plates around the toe and heel and come halfway up Four's calves.

For added protection he wears a leather paulderon halfway hidden under his tunic on his left shoulder. He also wears leather gauntlets that leave his fingers free. The gauntlets come halfway up his forearms. The back of the hand is protected by three small strips of steel perpendicular to the wrist. Running from the wrist to the top of the gauntlet is a layer of chain mail overlapping the leather. The gauntlet on Four's right hand covers an odd birthmark. The birthmark appears to be a tattoo of two flames circling each other, one light and one dark.

Four's massive axe is hung from a leather belt tightly hanging diagonally across his back. The axe hangs with the head down and the last foot or so of the haft sticking up above Four's right shoulder.

Gaianame: LadyMnemosyne

Name: Gallaudet Vigoth

Nickname: Raijū (demon of lightning/thunder)

Age: 22

Gender: female

Race: human

Occupation: she both teaches and trains choice pupils in the art of fighting

KoM: Lightning

Magic: N/A

Weapon: a pair of dansen uchiwa (iron fans) that she can charge her magic through to give them extra properties

Background: In Gallaudet's home town, a little no named village outside of Yaroh, it was rare that any children would be born with magical abilities. At birth, every child was branded with a number and carefully examined in hopes that even one of the newborns would grow to show signs of magic. In fifty years, Gallaudet was the only child that possessed what they were looking for. Due to this, she was heavily sheltered throughout the first half of her life as they tried to mold her to their whim. She was taught by the best the city had to offer; unfortunately, their best was far too inadequate to the natural level of power she contained. Thus, after twelve years of what could be considered boredom, she ran away from her home to look for a better teacher. As she got older and more refined, she earned her nickname as a legionnaire for a rich noble that, in return for her services, helped her with her studies. Not too long after she turned twenty, she again became bored with her lifestyle, and instead settled down in Peristal where she now resides as the head teacher and militant advisor at an academy for prodigy and otherwise gifted children.

Appearance: Gallaudet stands a good five feet seven inches. Her hair, a vibrant shade of reddish-blonde, is shoulder length though is often pulled back in a tight bun. Her eyes are a shade of orange that resembles amber, just a tad bit lighter. Her gaze is usually harsh and calculating, though there are certain things that can change her disposition. She is apt to wear a hakama and a high collared no sleeve shirt, both in black; the collar hides the numbers on the back of her neck. Also, she walks with a distinct limp in her left leg, though unless travelling does not need a crutch.

Gaianame: Kareel
Name: Meria Evelyn Riizk
Nickname: Talon is what she calls herself - she hasn't met anybody in the past five years that she had told her real name. Then again, most people that have met her since that day have met a quick, but far from painless, death.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation: Assassin, though most people she 'takes care of' aren't because somebody else wants her too - no, it's usually because she got angry, and she doesnt like people that make her angry.
KoM: Shadow
Magic: N/A
Weapon: Talon really doesn't care much for her weapons, but they are still with her at all times. Though she much prefers to simply cast people into a blanket of shadows and watch them run around blindly until they smash their heads off of a wall of some sort, Talon does occassionally let her weapons taste blood - though only when somebody's paying her.
Talon has a large sword strapped to her back, it's total length about five feet. This sword is made out of a black metal, forged many years ago. It has little notces in the sides, their insides sharp, made simply to stick into a body and not come out without the victim feeling the worst pain possible. The sword was finished and passed on to a great warrior, who weilded this sword with honour... Until, of course, Talon killed him and took it for herself. She has appropriately placed the name "Wrath" onto this sword, as the only thing she remembers about it's true owner is that he had once told her that she would "feel his wrath".
The second weapon that Talon carries is called "Ash", for the first person it ever killed while in Talon's hands fell off of the roof and into a rather deadly fire. When Talon is around, people have a tendency to die in the most tragic of ways.
Ash is a very small daggar that, after five years of practice, Talon has learned to throw from a distance and plunge into the backs, hearts, or heads of her enemies (or, in that case, anybody she sees fit to die).
Background: Talon has always been a lover of a good drink, and thusly large portions of her life are either left blurry or blank. The parts that she does remember, however, she wishes she didn't.
Talon's most hated memory is of five years ago - most of her life is based upon that one day. On that fateful day, Talon's father handed her a small daggar. Of course, back then, she had never thought to name it - back then, a weapon was just a weapon.
"Take care of it," Her father had said, his old and wrinkled hands seemed to smile just as his face did as he watched her swing it back and forth in front of her face.
"I will, Father, I promise. I will protect it with my life." Talon had smiled right back, then run off into the woods to chop down some small trees and branches.
When Talon returned, she found her Father waiting for her just inside the door. Sitting on his favourite wooden chair, he looked old and weary, and his eyes swam with sadness.
"You know, Meria..." It was then, even before he finished his sentence, that Talon knew her life was about to change. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, maybe it was the daggar in her hands, but Talon knew that she would never want to look her Father in the eyes again. When he continued, she was sure of it.
"I'm not really your father, Meria. Come up to the roof, I will show you." Talon gasped, having never been allowed on the roof before. He led her to the edge of the roof top, pointing down to a charred area behind the house - another place she had never been allowed to go. All around the charred area, encased by a heavy material, there was a fire burning a circle around the charred area. In the middle of the charred area was a gravestone, nearly identical to the one marker that was on the roof beside Talon.
"Father - or whoever you are - what is this?"
"Many years ago, Meria, when you were only a little girl, you had a mother and a father who loved you very much. They knew that you were special, that your magic was unusual and would have to be well-practiced when you were older. Five years ago, your father was attacked by an assassin. He had a debt to pay to a very important person, but had yet to pay it. Instead of his money, said person decided to take his life. It was right here, on the roof, that your father was killed. When your mother came up to see what was going on, she found your father in the arms of the assassin, limp. The assassin had started a fire behind the house, and was about to throw your father's body over the edge. Your mother began to beg that he would not, that there was a little girl who needed him, but the assassin threw him over anyways. Then he turned on your mother, throwing her over the edge while she was still alive. She grabbed onto his daggar and brought the assassin down with her. I was on my way to the house - I'm an old friend of the familly - when I heard all the commotion. I tried to save your mother, but she was already dead. I put out the flame and took the daggar, planning to hang it inside the house out of respect for her. That's when I saw you - you were only a few years old, with your wide eyes filled with tears. I smiled, and told you that I was your father, and your mother may not come back for some time."
Talon sighed. "Was this the thing that killed my mother?"
"Yes."
Talon held it in front of her face for a minute, smiling at her ex-father. Moving quickly, she caught him off guard and slit his throat. Kissing his forehead lightly, Talon cursed him and threw him into the fire that he had been keeping to honour her mother and father.

That was when Talon had become the drink's lover, and at the same time, an assassin. Though she's unsure why, Talon feels that revenge is best served by killing others, even though she knows that it's the wrong thing to do.
Appearance:Talon
Talon stands at about 5'9 and weighs... Well, some number that she doesn't know. She's rather lanky, but is still strong, and muscle weighs more than fat.

Gaianame: Mind Puppet

Name: Shikigami Ren

Nickname: none

Age: 18 yrs.

Gender: none

Race: demon

Occupation: Traveler

KoM: Metal

Magic: none

Weapon: Has a chakaram that's really his halo, and will take any
piece of metal and alter it to a weapon if he can't use his chakarams like a rod or spear, or either that some other type of throwing weapon.

Background: Ren is ofcourse a demon from the Demon Plane, and his race of demon is of the genderless humanoids, in which they carry metal wings and horns with a metal halo above them which were mainly used as weapons. They eat flesh of anything they come across and they have a passion for killing and drinking the blood of they eat. They live in clans and often stay together and they take certain things seriously, espesialy if one tries to leave the clan.

They are basically proffessional killers but for Ren, he rejects all flesh of all kinds and doesn't like fighting too much unless he needs it for protection. He is fascinated by the existence and culture of humans and other dwellers of the human plane and such and wants to learn about them and hopefully one day live among them. That's when he discovered the Charm of Conceiling, a valuable item kept in the clan with the power hide a demon's apearance and demonic aura and cloak them as a human.

One evening when the clan was off hunting for their next meal, he stole the charm and left his people and snuck out of the plane and into the human's territory. With the charm around his neck he was now able to wander freely about among the humans without having to scare anyone with his horns and wings. He mostly hides his chakarm because he felt if someone of great expertise in craftmanship would recognize what he was. with the risk of being found out of his race he keeps a low profile and does his best to make stuff up.

He is often shy around meeting new people and basically stays quiet. He makes alot of mental comments when veiwing over things and gets confused with certain things when comparing from what he's situated and from what happends in his clan.

Appearance: Shikigami Ren

Gaianame: Askrata

Name: Devlin Reinhard

Nickname/Title: The Two-Faced also The Silver Fox

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Occupation: Jack-of-all-trades. Skilled alchemist, mercenary and assassin.

KoM: Ice

Magic: N/A

Weapons: Devlin carries three main weapons on his person and favors them in the following order: his split-blade katana (Niwaruiki) that inflicts a deep twin slash that prevents proper healing or even stitching. No, he is not a nice man. He also carries Niwaruiki's twin, the serrated katana. (I don't have a name for this one yet. Please be patient with me!) It has one blade, but it is poisoned and inflicts a shallow, but nasty and painful cut. The last is his blacksnake, which he uses only if he has to. Or if Ophelia is tapping her pencil on the desk. Then he'll snap her pencil from the front of the classroom.

Background: Devlin was born into a family of prominent mages, but was unfortunate enough to be suspected of demonic possession. He was cast out at age 13 and was forced to make his way in the world by any means possible. In his family's defense, it did seem that he was possessed, but in truth, Devlin just has a severe case of Bipolar. He will often talk to his flip personality (if not always out loud) and the "Black" Devlin will manifest itself if "White" Devlin is severely injured, threatened, or just very annoyed.

Appearance: Devlin stands at a good 6' 2" with silver hair that reaches a little past his shoulders. He only has one eye, since he lost the other in a fight with a gobler. The remaining eye is a hazel color with a few gold flecks. "Black" Devlin's eyes appear almost black and have smaller irises. He is overall fairly well-muscled and lean from a life on the move.

Familiar: A rather small fox named Zhong-Shou. Zhong-Shou can understand human speech, but can not speak himself. He can also work minor illusionary magics.

Gaianame: FireRaver
Name:
Nickname: Infernomancer. (Name unknown. Only known as "Infernomancer" or "The Infernomancer.")
Age: 25
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Occupation: Mercenary.
KoM: Red Flame
Weapon: Gauntlets.
Background: He binded his soul to a dark lord within the Demon's Plane in order to obtain the power over fire that he has now. He stole his gauntlets from another dark lord and quickly made haste to get away. His eyes were lost in a huge fight he had long ago. He sees by being able to control the hot air around him and sense anything in the nearby air. Kind of like sonar, but with heat more then sound.
Appearance: Long blonde hair. Usually he wears a blindfold to hide his missing eyes. Strong fire abilities and strong physical stature, he will either tear apart enemies with his gauntlets or attack them from afar with magic. He is offensive by nature but will not attack unless provoked. When provoked he will hunt down his target until either he, or his target is dead.