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Character Info
Name: Drake Callahan
Aliases: Sin
Gender: Male
Species: Demi-God
Nationality: Irish

Mortal Parent: Jason Callahan[Father] Danae Callahan[Mother]
Pantheon: Egyption
Immortal Parent: Set
- Claimed? Yes | No
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Appearance Information
Height: 6'2
Weight: 184lbs
Eye Color: Ice blue
Hair Color: Red

Dominant Hand: Right
Distinguishing Features: Ice blue eyes that seemed to almost glow

Scars: Cutting through his right eyebrow
Tattoos: Bands on his forearms and biceps
Piercings: None


General Description
The only thing Drake seems to share in common with his parents is his mother slightly tanned skin. Other than that his bright blue eyes and flaming red hair are not shared by anyone in the Callahan genealogical history. That coupled with his height made him stand apart from everyone in his family. With little effort Drake also maintained a very muscular and toned form, always being athletically inclined and capable of eating anything he wished with little repercussions to his physique.


Personality Information
There was always a rage hidden beneath the surface that Drake always tried to keep in check. Never would he consider himself an angry person, often choosing to help others over himself more often than not, but it took very little to tip the guy over the edge. Unfortunately, for reason's Drake could never fathom, it seemed to be peoples' favorite pastime. He was the person people loved to hate for no apparent reason. Even those he helped resented him for it, yet it did not stop him.

Mostly he is a quiet person, preferring his own company and the company of his mother over anyone else. Yet no matter how many times he tried to avoid trouble it always found him. Despite this, Drake somehow always managed to beat it down. Alas, no matter if his adversary was battered and bruised and teetering on the edge of broken, they kept coming until Drake knocked them unconscious. The rage the bubbled beneath the surface was only ever sated by violence and it was almost euphoric when it was fed its needs. Even so Drake battled with such lust for violence regardless of the fleeting joy he felt in its presence.


Weapon Information
Whatever he deems necessary to win.

Powers & Abilities

• Superhuman Strength, Speed, Agility, Endurance, Healing and Sense.
  
  
• Violent Recognition is an ability that allows Drake to use whatever he deems necessary as a weapon. Once Drake grabs a hold of anything that can be even remotely conceptualized as a weapon by his own recognition with his hand and he recognizes that he wishes to wield it, it instantly gains the property of a Divine Weapon. Even a weapon used by another Demi-God, once in Drake's hand becomes his to wield as he see's fit. It would not matter if that weapon was specifically gifted from a parent God to that Demi-God, Drake's ability allows him temporary control over whatever he holds and wishes to use as a weapon.
  
  The ability allows for something as worthless as a piece of scrap iron to be turned into a demonic spear or sword capable of damaging any Mythological Creature or Demi-God and striking Divine weapons. Drake can make use of weaponry regardless of how it was created or its time of origin, allowing him to take control of anything from Divine weapons to modern weapons and machinery.
  
  The power, however, is only limited to Divine weapons wielded by Demi-Gods. Should Drake grab a personal weapon of an actual God, he would not be capable of utilizing it to it's fullest potential or even hold it at all depending on the God in question. Once again however, if said God has allowed their offspring to use their weapon, Drake in that instance can then use the weapon as it is no longer a person weapon to that God anymore.
  
  
• The Curse of Zeus was cast upon Drake during his first true battle as a Demi-God. During their fight for survival, Drake killed a son of Zeus in a fit of rage and blood lust. Because of this, Zeus cursed Drake to embody his rage whenever it came to the surface and in that moment, Drake would take of the form of a massive Red Dragon. Drake would remain in that form until his rage has subsided, but such a thing is not as simple as taking a deep breath and a step back. Zeus added to his curse that Drake cannot calm himself on his own for when he turns, the bestial nature of a dragon feeds his rage making his transformation back to human even harder and keeping some semblance of human composure as the massive beast is also almost impossible.
  

Character Biography


Sources
Ancient Egyption Online

Quinzy: Brilliant. As an idea, and feel free to shoot it down/augment it, what if he was, yes, born with it, and it is due to his great-great grandfather striking a deal in turn for some sort of advantage. This can be wealth, love, etc.
Quinzy: He could of made a deal with Barin, lets say, to win a war and protect his home and family.
Quinzy: In exchange, Barin said upon the first born son of his blood,
Quinzy: They would have this curse.
Quinzy: And only if the child proved themselves could they control it and use it as a true means of advantage, otherwise it would consume him, as the army that had threatened his homestead would have consumed his lands.
Nomad: Definitely like that idea. Especially because I also wished to run his alian by him which was Beast of Barin lol.
Quinzy: Yeaaaaaaaah
Quinzy: I dig it haha.
Quinzy: Alright, so brilliant! Aricles was the first born male under his great-great grandfathers blood, all others could of been females and any males were married in.
Quinzy: This lead for him to being the one recieving this outcome, and it only showed itself when he hit puberty.
Nomad: Perfect. I love it.
Quinzy: Perhaps Aricles felt an unusual dream before he was thrown into his own massacre?
Nomad: It actually fits in really well with my ideas
Quinzy: One where Barin came to him, in a realm of marble, ruin, and fire?
Nomad: Oooh nice
Quinzy: Of course the bastard of a God spoke in riddles and tongues, with fire on his breath and coal for eyes.
Nomad: I do love some ruin and fire.
Quinzy: I imagine his transformation, however, will be brutal.
Quinzy: As although it is fantastical in style, its still augmenting bones and such.
Quinzy: Have you ever seen Hemlock Grove?
Nomad: That works with Lia's idea of his transformation being extremely painful with bones breaking and snapping and realigning
Quinzy: Oh yes, indeed.
Quinzy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNieysjSZW4
Quinzy: I imagine it much like this.
Quinzy: Although he turns into a much larger beast.
Nomad: Yeah that's it
Nomad: And I hate the descriptioin, but, he would turn into a Twilight sized wolf, maybe somewhat bigger.
Quinzy: I also added in the rules about there being a collar/gauntlet/anklet that gifted slaves, gladiators, have to wear.
Quinzy: It's near the bottom -solid read as he would have no choice but to have it.
Quinzy: Makes sense. I understand the displeasure of the description/comparison, but I understand hahaha
Nomad: Yeah, would the collar change with his size?
Nomad: Rather, would that be something I could have
Quinzy: Actually, the collar is only worn outside of battle.
Quinzy: It would be removed by the Dominus before battle, once inside the reigns of the Red Chamber.
Quinzy: And only when facing another gifted gladiator.
Nomad: COuld there be a special one for his Blood Moon transformation?
Nomad: Even for inside the house?
Quinzy: There would have to be. I'd imagine, due to the strength of his blood moon desires and augmentation, instead they would 'chain' him to a wall during the morning before.
Quinzy: Chains would be infused with some sort of charm that keeps him from breaking the chains.
Quinzy: Be hilarious to RP them only discovering the need to do such after having shit go crazy a few times.
Nomad: XD Yeah
Quinzy: Alright, well I am very excited to read the rest of your biography for Aricles. I have to head off to work now, so I shall be AFK, but I'll be on later to read anything you put up. Have a good evenin' ^^
Nomad: You as well.

Character Info
[size=85]Name: Azrael Praenuntius
Aliases: Wrath, Rage, War, Hatred, Sin, The Devil
Gender: Male
Species: Etheral Demon
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 210lbs
Eye Color: Pure White
Hair Color: Pitch Black
Dominant Hand: Ambidexterous
Scars: Bridging through his left eye from forehead to cheek
Distinguishing Features: Blood Red Skin, Horns, Tail, Pointed Ears, Clawed Fingers and Clawed Feet
Tattoos: A brand upon his right forarm
Piercings: None[/size]


Personality:
[size=85]How does one categorize evil? Stealing candy from a child? Killing an individual for no solid reason? The destruction of a city? Perhaps the annihilation of a species? All things someone else might see as a mercy, perhaps an act of righteousness. For Azrael, the prospects of good and evil were merely words created to try and lock away what others had not the gaul to do for themselves. Azrael is, for all intensive purposes, evil, a tyrant, a being that sees himself as the righteous ruler of, well, everything he lays his eyes upon really. Resistance was always a factor and it is in the resistance that Azrael finds the most joy. The fighting back, the struggling against ones betters, the need to not go down without throwing everything you had against your would be conquerer. Though joy is only superseded by elation, ecstasy, euphoria and it is the moments when hope dies for other creatures, where the light of their resistance dwindles to nothing and even the light of their very life is snuffed from existence that Azrael truly finds his calling. Yes, Azrael is a Harbinger of Evil, and yes, he does love his job. One would want to, if they have been doing since the beginning of known time and possibly longer.[/size]

Weapons
[size=85]Life Hunter - This scythe is rather, unremarkable, to behold save for the length of the weapon and size of the blade. Standing close to 6'5'' feet in height with the blades length almost just as long and the thicker section of the blade closest to the staff being almost a foot long. The end of the staff is also fastened with a dagger like end with a curved, serrated blade. Bandages wrap the staff and uneven intervilles including the blade itself. The metal of the weapon has a slightly charred and rusted tint too it's persona and along the flat of the blades sides are ruinic markings carved in an ancient demonic language mirrored on both sides of the blade.

The ruins upon the blade are an ancient enchantment that allows the weapon to witstand the flames of hell without much more damage then slight singeing and blackening of the metal. The only other componant of this blade that differes it from a standard scythe is the blades capability to fold down comfortably against the staff. Azrael never carries this blade upon his person, instead, when needed he summons a servant that brings his weapon immediatly.[/size]

Abilities
[size=85]Superior Conditioning - Users are glaringly, obviously and unnaturally superior over their race because their capabilities are pushed beyond the natural level; making them immensely stronger, faster and durable than normal members of their species (in that 'verse') can achieve by any method of training and remain that way with little or no maintaining. A part of this Superior Conditioning also comes Semi-Immortality. The user is  immune to the effects of aging or age based attacks such as increasing time within the users vicinity. The user can still be effected by mortal blows and some disease.[/size]


Powers

[size=85]Demonic Power Manipulation - Through this power, Azrael can manipulate the very forces of hell itself. Capable of creating blasts of pure destructive energy to the summoning of demonic entities through ritual uses of this very force. Intricate manipulation of demonic power also grants Azrael the capability of mutilating the very soul of a being. The recipient of such a horrible attack feels every prick against their soul as if it were against their very physical body, though no wounds show upon their actual person. Because of this, healing the wounds caused by soul mutilation are extremely difficult and take far longer to recover from.[/size]

[size=85]Enhanced Teleportation - Azrael is capable of teleporting on a planetary scale, moving anywhere on the planet of Cremora or possibly to one of the close satellites such as the Moon. Having previous knowledge of the area teleporting too is not essential thought it is beneficial for faster arrival. Azrael will not reappear in a space already occupied by a existing mass, so his reentry can sometimes be overshot, not by far, but enough to sometimes cause him to be disorientated for a moment. Along with this, Azrael is capable of teleporting masses on the scale of a large building, roughly 15 stories tall.[/size]

[size=85][Locked]Transcendent Demon Physiology - Azrael's true form is a terrible visage to behold of nightmarish proportions, conjured from any beings nightmare and straight from the deepest depths of hell. With this, Azrael becomes a demonic creature of unimaginable power. Literally becoming a living representation of all things evil and chaotic. Also possessing powers that are beyond the comprehension of that of lesser demonic beings and capable of ruling over an entire pantheon as their god out of both power and fear.[/size]


Companion
[size=85]Dust is a crow that is often seen with Azrael, usually perched upon the Demons shoulder. The crow is neither living nor dead though it is the only creature Azrael has shown anything in the way of a 'caring' nature. Azrael has often torn beings apart for a mere threat against the bird, even if Dust cannot be killed. This does not, however, mean that the Demon dolts over the animal, rather he usually has little patience for Dust as the bird has a rather irritating attitude and tendancy to hide during most conflicts. Yet still they remain together, and some even think Azrael shares a sort of, psycic link with the bird.[/size]

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[size=85]"Admit it, you crave subjugation and I am here to deliver upon your greatest desire"[/size]

Character Biography:

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Name: Azrael Praenuntius
Aliases: Wrath, Rage, War, Hatred, Sin, The Devil
Gender: Male
Species: Etheral Demon

Height: 6'2''
Weight: 210lbs
Eye Color: Pure White
Hair Color: Pitch Black

Dominant Hand: Ambidexterous
Scars: Bridging through his left eye from forehead to cheek
Distinguishing Features: Blood Red Skin, Horns, Tail, Pointed Ears, Clawed Fingers and Clawed Feet
Tattoos: A brand upon his right forarm
Piercings: None


Personality
How does one categorize evil? Stealing candy from a child? Killing an individual for no solid reason? The destruction of a city? Perhaps the annihilation of a species? All things someone else might see as a mercy, perhaps an act of righteousness. For Azrael, the prospects of good and evil were merely words created to try and lock away what others had not the gal to do for themselves. Azrael is, for all intensive purposes, evil, a tyrant, a being that sees himself as the righteous ruler of, well, everything he lays his eyes upon really. Resistance was always a factor and it is in the resistance that Azrael finds the most joy. The fighting back, the struggling against ones betters, the need to not go down without throwing everything you had against your would be conqueror. Though joy is only superseded by elation, ecstasy, euphoria and it is the moments when hope dies for other creatures, where the light of their resistance dwindles to nothing and even the light of their very life is snuffed from existence that Azrael truly finds his calling. Yes, Azrael is a Harbinger of Evil, and yes, he does love his job. One would want to, if they have been doing since the beginning of known time and possibly longer.

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Weapons
• Life Hunter - This scythe is rather, unremarkable, to behold save for the length of the weapon and size of the blade. Standing close to 6'5'' feet in height with the blades length almost just as long and the thicker section of the blade closest to the staff being almost a foot long. The end of the staff is also fastened with a dagger like end with a curved, serrated blade. Bandages wrap the staff and uneven interfiles including the blade itself. The metal of the weapon has a slightly charred and rusted tint too it's persona and along the flat of the blades sides are runic markings carved in an ancient demonic language mirrored on both sides of the blade.

The ruins upon the blade are an ancient enchantment that allows the weapon to withstand the flames of hell without much more damage then slight singeing and blackening of the metal. The only other component of this blade that differs it from a standard scythe is the blades capability to fold down comfortably against the staff. Azrael never carries this blade upon his person, instead, when needed he summons a servant that brings his weapon immediately.

Abilities
• Superior Conditioning - Users are glaringly, obviously and unnaturally superior over their race because their capabilities are pushed beyond the natural level; making them immensely stronger, faster and durable than normal members of their species (in that 'verse') can achieve by any method of training and remain that way with little or no maintaining. A part of this Superior Conditioning also comes Semi-Immortality. The user is  immune to the effects of aging or age based attacks such as increasing time within the users vicinity. The user can still be effected by mortal blows and some disease.


Powers
• Demonic Power Manipulation - Through this power, Azrael can manipulate the very forces of hell itself. Capable of creating blasts of pure destructive energy to the summoning of demonic entities through ritual uses of this very force. Intricate manipulation of demonic power also grants Azrael the capability of mutilating the very soul of a being. The recipient of such a horrible attack feels every prick against their soul as if it were against their very physical body, though no wounds show upon their actual person. Because of this, healing the wounds caused by soul mutilation are extremely difficult and take far longer to recover from.

• Enhanced Teleportation - Azrael is capable of teleporting on a planetary scale, moving anywhere on the planet of Cremora or possibly to one of the close satellites such as the Moon. Having previous knowledge of the area teleporting too is not essential thought it is beneficial for faster arrival. Azrael will not reappear in a space already occupied by a existing mass, so his reentry can sometimes be overshot, not by far, but enough to sometimes cause him to be disorientated for a moment. Along with this, Azrael is capable of teleporting masses on the scale of a large building, roughly 15 stories tall.

• [Locked]Transcendent Demon Physiology - Azrael's true form is a terrible visage to behold of nightmarish proportions, conjured from any beings nightmare and straight from the deepest depths of hell. With this, Azrael becomes a demonic creature of unimaginable power. Literally becoming a living representation of all things evil and chaotic. Also possessing powers that are beyond the comprehension of that of lesser demonic beings and capable of ruling over an entire pantheon as their god out of both power and fear.


Companion
Dust is a crow that is often seen with Azrael, usually perched upon the Demons shoulder. The crow is neither living nor dead though it is the only creature Azrael has shown anything in the way of a 'caring' nature. Azrael has often torn beings apart for a mere threat against the bird, even if Dust cannot be killed. This does not, however, mean that the Demon dolts over the animal, rather he usually has little patience for Dust as the bird has a rather irritating attitude and tendency to hide during most conflicts. Yet still they remain together, and some even think Azrael shares a sort of, psychic link with the bird.

Quote
"Admit it, you crave subjugation, I am simply here to deliver upon your greatest desire"

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Name: Kainen Grimm
Aliases: Null [The only name he and everyone else knows]
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: Appears to be a man about 185lbs, but he's mostly comprised of metal and synthetic muscle fibers so his actual weight is much more.
Eye Color: Black Sclera with Golden Irises
Hair Color: Black roots with blond tips
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Scars: A minor one cutting through his right eyebrow
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None

Personality:
After spending years "unconscious" in a dumpster on a dying world, when Null comes "back online" his former personality may be subjective to his new surroundings. The one thing that will remain a foundation of his personality will be his military mind-frame and semi-caring nature. Though if that is just programming that causes him to want to aid others is unknown.

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Weapons
Vibro-blades

A vibro-blade blade is a sword reinforced by a powerful alternating current and resonates at extremely high frequencies. This oscillation weakens the molecular bonds of anything it cuts, thereby increasing its cutting ability. Striking, cutting, and thrusting attacks are performed with the blade, with the sharpened edge and point used for lethal attacks, and the blunt edge used as a clubbing weapon. Proficient users were also able to wield the blade with such accuracy and speed that they were able to deflect bullets. Nulls come in the dual form of a Katana and Wakizashi.

Powers
Due to military training, Nulls mental state and capacity were well suited to combat operations behind enemy lines. He was calm under pressure, adaptive, and somewhat critical. Also adept with a variety of weapons, from small arms to surface-to-air missiles. His primary weapon choice suggests some emphasis in melee combat, and particularly in bladed weapons. Null also shows great mental endurance and perseverance. He is also skilled in scouting and tracking.

After becoming a cyborg, Null possesses immense strength, speed, and endurance. His strength enables him to lift a tremendous amount of weight, ranging to several thousand tons. Punches capable of tearing apart a cliff face or destroy a multistory building.

Null's immense speed enabled him to run so fast that he appears to be teleporting. Capable of running so fast he can scale walls, aided by the claws at the end of his feet mimicking toes.

His superhuman durability makes him virtually indestructible due to the parts of his body made entirely out of steel and artificial muscle fibers. Because of this durability, Null, at times, had to resort to self-mutilation in order to get his missions done, such as stabbing himself with his own blade and slicing his own arm off to free himself from fallen debris. In addition, his durability was such that he can fall from incredible heights and land virtually unfazed and with such impact that the ground visibly caves in around him leaving a small crater.

Also, Null's feet can be used as hands in a manner of speaking, allowing him to grip and grab hold of objects and edges in a similar manner to an ape or bat due to their design. The use of his feet is such that he can grip his blade between the bendable metal of his heel and toes and use capoeira style combat without any strain or discomfort of any kind. This allows him to operate at high efficiency even when he has lost both his arms at the shoulders. He can also grip, hold, and even throw objects with inhuman ease and precision in his mouth. This allows him to wield his sword between his teeth, throw and jam his blade into a wall exactly in front of an enemy to stop them, and fend off against several soldiers without his arms.

Due to his cyborg body's design, Null could sometimes generate electricity throughout his body and focus them into punches or kicks. Such an ability can manifest in lightning-like powers by conducting electricity all over his body with which he could strike down several of his would-be attackers and projecting the built up charge in a concentrated blast, though few and far between. This is not something he can maintain indefinitely due to the possible disruption of his own working systems.

Like ever other part of his form, Null's eyes were also replaced with synthetic optical receivers. Along with seeing everything the same as a normal person would, Nulls vision also displayed a basic HUD which is another factor to his deadly accuracy though it is only a guide as when he was human he already possessed incredible precision. During combat, Null's eyes start to visibly glow, looking as if they ignite. This increases the amount of data Nulls mind processes at any given moment and, linking directly to his brain, can also increase his agility and reaction time. This is due to feeding the information directly to Nulls brain, basically bypassing the moments it takes the eyes to figure out what it is he is seeing and reacting to such. Though even with this, Nulls mind is still human and subject to slight imperfections.

The final ability Null possesses is known as, Incineration. This is the only upgrade Null possesses that is purely from his cybernetic upgrade, while everything else was just an enhancement of prior abilities. Null's palms contain ports which allow him to fire large and powerful blasts of heat or flame significant distances. A blast from his palms is powerful enough to obliterate a multistory building.

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Null currently has no recollection of his past on the dead planet from which he was taken. When he awoke, confronted by a short female, his memory banks only recalled that he was traveling with a group of individuals, they were being chased by some kind of horde, and from there, his mind was blank.

It is possible that his unknown length of hibernation caused some damaged to his still human brain. The nano-machines that reside within may be able to recall his past before such events and even his human life, but for now he is naught more then a blank slate surviving on his military prowess and technologically advanced exo-skeleton.

Personal -

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  Full Name: Neocrosis Chroepsis[/li]
  
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  Aliases: Jailer of the Damned, Lord of the Dead[/li]
  
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  Age: Unknown [/li]
  
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  Gender: Male [/li]
  
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  Species: Accended Death KNight, Primeval[/li]
  
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  Class: Necromancer[/li]
  
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  Location: Kalosis [/li]
  

Affiliation –

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  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral[/li]
  
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  Affiliated Characters: Apollyomi, Apollyomi Syn[/li]
  
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  Friends/Allies: None[/li]
  
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  Enemies: Everything[/li]
  

Family –

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  Father: Unknown [/li]
  
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  Mother: Unknown [/li]
  
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  Sibling[s]: Lumen[/li]
  
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  Relative(s): Kade[Niece], Klay[Nephew][/li]
  

Physical Description –

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  Height: 7'6'' [/li]
  
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  Weight: 300+Lbs. [/li]
  
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  Eye Color: Non-existent[/li]
  
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  Hair Color: Unknown[/li]
  
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  Distinguishing Marks: Unknown[/li]
  

Special Ability[s] -

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  Ice Manipulation: Being the strongest element Neocrosis can manipulate, his birth element in life, which only increased when becoming a Death Knight. With his change, and the years of corruption that laced to his person, the Undead Knight fashioned a new ability, one known as Ice Fire. As the name suggests, this ability, much like it's double, resides in the appearance of deep blue flames growing lighter from the core to tip. Unlike it's double however, this fire freezes that which it comes in contact with making ice burn a more than realistic concept.[/li]
  

Necromancy -

A Necromancer is a spell caster that harbors the ability to raise, animate, create, or summon undead. They are not unlike wizards, but they are more adept in the arts of necromancy, and magic pertaining to life after death

A Necromancer is a caster that is able to expel negative energies flowing through their veins. Necromancers are similar to both wizards and clerics, but are more adept with necromancy spells. They use their abilities to raise/summon undead from their fallen enemies. Necromancers are also effective with diseases, poison spells, and affecting opponents with fear, fatigue, exhaustion, pain, negative energy damage, or even gaining mindless supporters through the use of enchantment spells like charm or dominate.

A Necromancer's strengths are in bolstering undead, summoning or raising undead minions (which they can control up to a number of a large mob) and being able to cast a vast repertoire of various necromancy spells. They are strong spell casters and are quite durable in physical combat. A Necromancer should primarily be used for crowd control (and at higher levels, seriously, a 'crowd controller') able to curse the enemy while summoning or animating low cost zombies and skeletons to occupy the enemy while their teammates continue to sustain a mass of dead bodies for you.

Abilities-

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  Charisma- is important as it grants a necromancer additional 'turn undead' uses. It also powers the necromancer's spells and other special abilities. [/li]
  
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  Wisdom- determines the amount of spells a Necromancer may cast per day, as well as increasing your Will save. [/li]
  
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  Dexterity- can prove invaluable when going for touch attacks as a necromancer. Either for succeeding rolls for ranged damaging spells or energy draining melee attacks while in the form of a vampire or lich, your opponents will be at your mercy if they find themselves within your grasp. [/li]
  

Other Information-

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  Races: Humans are best fit to work as necromancers, due to their particularly short life spans and nonchalant attitudes toward the dead. Elves lack the stomach, and raw power to unearth materials. Gnomes find that the afterlife just isn't as entertaining as where they are now. Half-lings see it to be a waste of time, as many undead weigh a lot and are too bulky to be hauling around everywhere. Many Orc, and half-orc shamans dabble in necromancy, and half elves don't mind it too much either.[/li]
  
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  Alignment: Any non-good (too much negative energy for a good aligned character to live with). A Necromancer is not quintessentially "evil", though most necromancers display traits of uncontrolled insanity, earlier on in history, necromancers were a welcome addition in any village or town. Once upon a time, necromancers were honored as shepherds of the dead, justified by aiding transition to the other side, as well as being a cornucopia of funerary wrappings, sacred incantations, and other things that help them to put the dead to rest.[/li]
  
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  Class Features: All of the following are class features of the Necromancers.
  
  
  
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    Weapon and Armor Proficiency: A Necromancer is proficient with all simple weapons and pole arms. They are proficient with Light armor and Shields.[/li]
    
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    Spells: A Necromancer has to prepare spells as a cleric or wizard does. The spells are based on charisma while spells per day are based on Wisdom. A Necromancer chooses his/her spells from the following list:
    
    
    
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      Turn Undead: A necromancer has the power to affect undead creatures by channeling the power of his negative energy. You are able to rebuke or command undead a number of times per day.[/li]
      
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      Death Aura: A necromancer gains the ability to produce a Death Aura for 1 minute at the expense of 1 turn undead. This aura extends in a 5 ft radius from the Necromancer and makes the air cold and full of negative energy.[/li]
      
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      Skeletal Ally: A necromancer gains the ability to summon a powerful skeletal warrior to aid you in combat. Once summoned, A skeletal ally lasts until it is destroyed.[/li]
      
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      Undead Form: A necromancer gains the ability to cloak himself with powerful negative energy to assume the form of the undead. A necromancer may enter an undead form once per day. You are now damaged by healing spells, healed by negative energy, and take double damage from fire, light and good attacks. You gain all immunities of the undead type.
      
      
      
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        Zombie Form: You also gain an energy drain special attack. You must declare that you are using this special attack before your attack.[/li]
        
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        Vampire Form: Your energy drain special attack does additional negative energy damage You also gain more resistance to cold and electricity energy.[/li]
        
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        Lich Form: While in lich form, you have a surrounding fear aura. Any creature that is within 30 feet of you (for the first time), if they fail the will save, they are affected by the fear spell. Your energy drain special attack is more powerful now and you are immune to cold and electricity energy.[/li]
        
      
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      Greater Bolstering Undead: A necromancer's undead power in defending his undead against the light is potent enough to cause others to think twice before trying to combat a necromancer and their undead army.[/li]
      
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      Master of Death: A necromancer has truly learned the arts of death, thus increased their necromancy spells.[/li]
      
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      Phylactery: A necromancer can trap part of his soul into a Phylactery (see Lich’s Phylactery).[/li]
      
    
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  Other Classes:A Necromancer gets along with evil clerics and sorcerers who study the Necromancy school. Chaotic barbarians and fighters help protect the necromancer while he animates waves of undead. Should any of his teammates be slain, a necromancer wouldn't think twice about animating their corpse to use as fodder.[/li]
  
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  Necromancers in the world:Necromancers are the people who create undead in the world. They will usually have hidden undead bases or live in abandoned houses near a graveyard so they have protection. They will work as grave keepers with no troubles. Sometimes certain nobles will employ the services of necromancers. These more wealthy common-folk could just need the employment of an undertaker, and more often than not, to either avenge or resurrect a loved one.[/li]
  
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  The Path of Transcendence: Ancient necrotic tomes describe a process of rituals and incantations that are said to prolong ones life, indefinitely, ultimately becoming a Lich. This idea is thrown around throughout necromancy, but never really covered as a topic. Few know of the power unleashed through a millennia of spell-craft, and these select few aren't willing to part with that knowledge.[/li]
  
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  Organizations: Necromancers do not assemble or meet in set places in fear of paladin attacks, but live in small communities tied to the main guild and are given orders from there. Freelancing Necromancers are given a choice to join, and if not, they are usually killed as the Necromancer Guild prefers that they are not blamed for the freelancers mistakes or problems. They refuse to help those who declined to join.[/li]
  
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  NPC Reactions: Good NPCs hate Necromancers, and will usually try to kill them if they find out. But evil NPCs take to them like a duck takes to water and will work with them. Rarely a necromancer's mere presence will animate dead flesh, but on a much lower scale, like a cat buried in the backyard of the bar they're in- these animated birds and pets usually end up becoming the necromancer's familiar. In time necromancers heal with negative energy, drawing them (if not physically, then spiritually) towards evil clerics and other characters who resonate pure evil. [/li]
  

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  Armor: The plate armor worn by a Death Knight is made from the strongest of metals capable of withstanding tremendous pressure.[/li]
  
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  Bio: Neocrosis Chroepsis did not start out his life born into the undead life of a Death Knight. He started life as a Genasi, an ice elemental. Though after much turmoil and unrest the boy was captured at the young age of 6, stolen from his family by bandits and sold to a research facility that paid top dollar for 'abnormal' species. The rest of his days up to the age of 17 were wiped from his mind, the only feeling of those lost years was pain, mind numbing agony as the scientist experimented on his body, altering his cells and DNA until he was nothing of his former self. All traces of the Genasi within him were destroyed.Over the next number of years since the facility was destroyed and he escaped, Neo came to realize that though they had destroyed his previous power, new abilities were replaced. The power over aura, or chi as some refer to it as. Neo had been implanted with the cells of a Saiyan, an alien warrior race who used their own life force for tremendous and powerful acts. The world he awoke in however was far different from the one he had left behind, not just due to his own alterations but the fact the very plant was rendered asunder by a force truly evil, the Amaranthos. Most humans were wiped out along with any that resisted but in an attempt to save the world the last resistance, the remaining force of The Crusaders of Gaia sent a boy back in time before this all happened to stop the evil before it took root. With this opportunity presented to him Neo entered the same time/space rift when no one was watching and returned to aid the boy in his quest. Without memories of his previous life Neo did not know any of those he met in the past, not even his twin sister Lumen whom he came in contact with numerous times. Keeping himself hidden in the years to come until the time was right, Neo watched over the boy known as Llanowar. The Saiyan's first taste of combat was again Khoram, an Oni of the Amaranthos when they attacked a tavern where all had gathered. Appearing from the sub-space rift he had developed in the future he attacked, driving the Oni off after a quick but intense confrontation. It was after that that Neo introduced himself to Llanowar and the others, a short time after that he discovered his sister Lumen though in this timeline it seemed that her brother was killed, their return to the past had altered something to stop the boy being taken and sold and instead was killed by the bandits. After the reunion off friends and loved ones the upcoming years were filled with more conflict, more raids from both sides, hostages taken and even some people killed. One such hostage was his sister, Lumen on a day they were both drunk in the Siblings Inn. It was a badly timed day for relaxation though it was an event that changed Neo in far more ways then he could imagine. A number of raids were organized but each time his sister was moved to a new location. Hating the weakened state he was in and an overwhelming feeling of fear that he would never get her back, Neo went to a person he had only read about in stories, an Arch Lich and self proclaimed Death God in the hopes of attaining the power to free his sister. The Lich set him 3 tasks, each with a specific reason. The first, so Neo may obtain the power he so desperately sought and with such become a Death Knight. The second was so he would be released from the Lich's power and be a free agent. The 3rd and most important to the man was that he kept his own mind. Most Knights were consumed by the overwhelming feeling to destroy everything they saw, it was this that the third object was attained, so he would remember who he was and be able to do what he must to save his sister. Though it would prove the most costly in the millenia there-after.[/li]
  

That was, at least, until his planet ended up being destroyed by an attacking alien entity.
They never stood a chance, the invaders wiped almost the entire population out in minutes,
the planet itself in a following hour. Before he too was destroyed, however, Mars got
trapped in a vortex of some sort and was ripped from his world and tossed into a new
place known as The Realm of Mythos.

Within this plane of converging worlds, timelines, entities and anomalies, Gage was
trapped, for more years than he even knew he had left to live. It seemed the atmosphere
had countered his shortened life brought about by his addiction. Now Gage was immortal,
unable to die of old age, though it seemed the fates were still cruel as his addiction
remained and should he miss his dosage, Gage was subjected to the withdrawal symptoms
of Celebrer, leaving him almost crippled with migraines, nausea, palpitations and sometimes
hallucinations. These withdrawals were becoming a regular thing unfortunately for Mars
was forced to stretch out his limited supply of Celebrer within this new world.

Then, in came Lux, a rather, unique individual who seemed to be the saving grace Mars
needed for this, quirky, female was able to analyze the compounds of his drug and
replicate it, after a few, less then pleasant failed attempts and keep him supplied.
The only issue being, when they moved locations, Lux was forced to find the right
ingredients in the area they relocated subjected Gage to her 'test samples' more often
then he wished. Their relationship became an, odd, codependency though the two
were rarely seen apart as they meandered through their immortal lives, trapped, it seemed,
within Mythos.

• Physical/Mental Prowess
Due to being a child mercenary, a profession he continues to this day, Mars'
mental state and capacity were well suited to combat operations behind enemy
lines. He was calm under pressure, adaptive, and somewhat critical. His
primary weapon choice is a katana or other bladed weapons. Mars also
shows great mental and physical endurance, perseverance and is also skilled in
scouting and tracking. He also possesses a photographic memory and the
ability to speed read an entire book in minutes.

Having been born addicted to a certain drug, he possesses incredible strength,
speed, and endurance. His strength enables him to lift a tremendous amount of
weight, punches capable of tearing apart a car or a slash of his sword with enough
force to cut a small building in two. Along with this, he is extremely fast with
incredible reflexes. Capable of running so fast he can scale walls, denting the very
surface with each foot fall.

With his complete lack of hearing, Mars' other senses have reached an almost
inhuman level. Along with his eye sight, Mars can smell a target from an
incredible distance, on par to that of an animal, capable of distinguishing different
scents even in the middle of an over populated city. Along with this, and the drugs
alteration, he also developed an almost, sixth sense. One would think it is easy to
sneak up on a deaf person, but for Mars it is next to impossible to sneak up on him.
That is, unless he wants it to appear you have.


• Soul Power
A shocking force actualized by "Igniting One's Soul"; it significantly increases one's
speed, strength, resistance and even one's regenerative abilities. This is known as
"Spiritize". This 'power', was unlocked after his time spent within the Realm of Mythos.
The key to "Spiritize" is injecting one's "Soul Power" into one's weapon of choice,
enhancing its power. Beyond even "Spiritize" lies another level of mastery called
"Limit Break". This completely shatters all limitations posed by a weapon's physical form,
allowing the user to unleash all kinds of unfathomable attacks. When he Ignites his soul,
Mars' hair turns a pure white and almost seems to flow like a burning flame atop his head.

Remnant Flame - Multiple condensed waves of super heated air are sent out by slashes
of the sword. The waves are not only strong enough to cut iron but also hot enough to
melt normal steel.

• Limit Break
Ruin's blade takes the form of an ancient and worn katana, severely scorched by fire.
The heat of the blade is so intense that the very moisture in the air surrounding Mars
dries up making it difficult to breath should one stand too close. It neither burns nor
erupts, but anything it cuts or touches of weak composition is instantly turned to ash.
Prolonged use of his Limit Break could not only destroy the surrounding area by drying
up the moisture in the ground, lakes and atmosphere completely, but also destroy
himself. As such, Mars only uses it for a limited period of time.

Burial Garb -This ability is unseen by the eyes of anyone else unless Mars wills it to
be seen. It engulfs his body in heat to the same degree as his blade, again meaning,
anything of weak composition would be reduced to ash should they stand too close or touch
him directly.  The level of heat produced by this technique is so high, it would not actually
appear in the form of flames even if Mars did allow them to see it.

Great Burial Ranks of the Scorched Dead - Impaling the tip of his sword into the
ground, Mars calls upon the corpses and ashes of the dead who were killed by his sword
to come forth and fight on his behalf. They emerge from a rupture in the earth created
when he stabs the super heated blade into the ground. Using the heat of his sword on
their ashes, he can rouse all the people he has killed, allowing the corpses to become
his limbs and attack whomever he deems as his enemy until they become dust. He can
bring forth any specific corpse which he wishes, allowing him to inflict psychological
damage upon those with connections to those he has slain.

• Soul Fracture
This is Mars' full release, a state he reaches when all reason and conscious decision
are lost and rage consumes his every breath. The hair that was once pure white turns
a jet black, taking on the same visual constancy as before, a black dancing flame atop
his head. All distinguishing features also disappear as his face, body, cloths all burn
away and leave in it's wake an almost skeletal structure of pure blackness. The only
noticeable area's upon Mars now are his glowing orange eyes which resembled more
like dancing flames within his sockets that actual eyes. Across his demonic
form are cracks and fissures in his skin to revel more burning striations that make
it seem that the very core of his being is a raging inferno. In stark contrast to his body,
head, arms and legs are his hands that are now as white as his hair once was, the
reason unknown as if the blackness itself was burned away to leave nothingness in it's wake.




Preparing a venue for a ball that housed some of the most powerful witches in the Quarter was no easy feat. This was not your backyard barbecue but it certainly came with all the fixings and a whole lot of extras. The Abattoir, a fancy name should one not know the translation, was the grounds for the annual Yuletide Ball celebrated by the witches of New Orleans and selected guests. Invitations were sent and reply's were flowing in, normally all that were invited came, it was rare for any to turn down such a festive gathering. Three days notice, more than enough time to get ones self in order yet it never seemed enough to prepare for any outcome, yet one did take it as a personal task to ensure the safety of all. Well, of all the witches of the covens anyway.

Vincent Gautier, Viceroy of Hekate's Cradle, part time bar tender, part time shrink and full time head of the Ancestral Witches, below that of the Regent, Diana Lenoir was a stickler for keeping the peace, both in his coven and all the covens even between the species that called NOLA home and he was fiercely protective of what he considers his town. It was true, there was no love lost between Vampires and Witches, Vincent was never one to pity those of the night, he was not too fond of those of the animal variety either but they were a far cry better than the dead. Again, however, distrust came only from a place of wanting to keep his people safe.

Lately, with the decline of Diana, Vincent had found himself with more work that he wished taking on the pseudo-Regent role as Diana mourned her daughters disappearance. Not by any malicious terms, the girl simply had other plans for her life that her mother did not approve. Such is the allure of the world to the youth. No matter though, none knew of this situation bar Vincent and a very select few for if the Regent ever appeared weak, well, that would be a whole other nightmare than trying to host a simple swaray.

Each day the spells both barrier and protective were cast and reinforced about the compound, to keep those not welcome out and those that were already within more than safe. The spells were not just from one coven but a mix which in itself was a form of unity and celebration in the spirit of the festivities. Ontop of that any location that people had no business inside was cast with a cloaking spell, each one added upon so that no simple singular entity could stumble upon something they were never meant to find. Witches were nothing if not strategists and paranoid ones at that.

On the final day, there was a one last spell in place, this one a much kinder one, one to help those uneasy put to ease. Once within the compound, ones worries and fears seemed almost trifling, ones mind put at ease able to truly enjoy the company they were surrounded by and embrace the true meaning of the New Orleans Winter Solstice celebration.

Time ticked ever closer to the appointed hour and as such Vincent had prepared himself and his garment of choice was a rather fine Baroque suit. Gray and Gold jacquard fabric, a Napoleon collar frock coat with golden embroidery, chest pocket with a golden handkerchief. The suit was perfectly tailored and rather expensive. Vincent did love a good suit, something most men could appreciate, even if his choice was a little, flashy.

The music had already begun, and the guests were arriving, each dressed in equal elegance and finery and the culmination of the last week came to fruition in a cacophony of splendor. It was rare any could match a New Orleans party let alone one hosted by her very own Witches. Standing on the upper balcony, within the faint shadow of the moonlight, Vincent pulled the edges of his cuffs, fixing his attire along with his lapel as his eyes watched each guest arrive one by one, not all witches but all very much still clinging to their heartbeat. Witches, Wolves, Bears and more, even Noah's arc did not experience such variety.