Character Area

Character Sheet:

Name:
Appearance:
Age:
Home Region:
Personality:
Biography:

Soul Type: (What weapon is it? e.g, Khopesh, Gladius, Bow, etc. As said, what weapon you can have will depend on your home region.)
Soul Appearance: (What does it look like?)
Soul Effects: (Think Enchantments from Skyrim, Such as fire damage. This should have something to do with your character.)







Name: Lily Ito

Appearance:

Spoiler:

She is 5'4"
Age: 16

Home Region: Koga

Personality: Lily is almost always serious, and rarely trusts people before she truly knows them, almost the opposite of her friend Rei. She speaks her mind when she thinks she should, and does what she thinks is right.

Biography: Lily was born in a small village in the West of Koga with her mother and father. When she turned ten, there was a report of a demon attack near to the village, and a pair of angels had stayed with them while hunting it.

After this, she begged her father to let her train with a sword, thinking that she could become an angel that way. Initially, her father refused, but after weeks of begging, he gave in and allowed it.

When she was Thirteen, a wolf attacked a boy from her village, and was being hunted by the adults. While they were away, the wolf came back into the village, Lily and another child went after it, and would have been killed if she hadn't pulled a sword from (seemingly) thin air. The wolf landed on the blade and was killed, rather than actually being killed by her.

Aura: Ice Blue, intense, slightly cold.

Soul Type: Katana

Soul Appearance:

Spoiler:

Soul Effects: Freezing cold so cuts made feel more painful.

Non-Soul Weapon: Wakizashi and Tanto made to match her Katana.

Name: Nick
Appearance:

Nick stands just under 6 feet tall, with a narrow body, and decent amount of visible muscle. He wears  a comfortable grey kilt (or skirt, whatever), with a long sleeved light brown cotton shirt. His face has a somewhat masculine, angular jawline. He has long dark blonde hair that goes past his shoulders. He has deep-blue eyes.

Age: 18
Home Region: Magnus
Biography: Born in northern parts  Magnus. Grew up as the son of a merchant. Learned martial arts at a young age, because his mother worried about his safety. You might find it ironic, that instead of keeping him home often and not letting him out of her sight, that she decided to have him taught to defend himself.

He played a lot of sports, but didn't socialize much, he spent most of his time reading or working out with his sensei. Or writing, drawing, and other artistic things.

Personality wise, he's pretty laid back and carefree. but he can be a stickler for proper form and details. He has mild OCD about the orderliness of certain items.

Nick's Personality: Beneath his charming, easy going, and awkward manner, lies a real heartfelt concern for the well-being of other people. He's extremely sensitive, though he doesn't show it, he's spent his life hiding his extreme emotions, because he understand the consequences of acting impulsively on them. His emotions are often tumultuous, but he puts them aside when he's with other people. He tries to control his, erratic, urges, that often lead him into irreversible situations. He tries his best to be calm, and take a nonconfrontational approach to situations he finds himself in, and in doing so, creates a safety net for himself, and inspires confidence in others, while having none himself. The problems he has, emotionally or otherwise, often seem insurmountable to him, and out of panic, he often abandons the pursuit that led him there, often cutting himself off from the source of the problem by ignoring it or moving on.

He has a propensity towards self-doubt and depression, that is engendered by his sensitivity. However, despite this he has a great personal magnetism, and often has a highly original intellectual approach and optimism that is inspired by his fascination with new and stimulating ideas. However, on the note o fpersonal magnetism, he's often aloof, so when someone is attracted to him, he won't know. Ever. Seriously. That girl who sits on the other side of class? she's had a crush on him, and has all but told him about it. He still doesn't know. despite the notes they write to each other. Seriously. Aloof. Anyway, she found someone else, and they stopped writing notes to each other, and he still doesn't know. Moving on, He likes to draw, or paint, or make in art in any way shape or form, and he likes to work alone. Preferring solitude to the masses, he spends a lot of time alone.

He often goes moon gazing when the lunar cycle is visible. He likes to swim in the winter.

How does this relate to his soul power? His soul power stems from his erratic impulses his base desire to make such decisions, like the jump of electricity from wire to wire, or from cloud to earth.

(for Jeremy)
Aura:Deep ocean blue, calm, but intense. Non-threatening, passive, neutral.


Soul Type: Pugionis  

Pugio:

Soul Appearance: Twin Pugionis,  about 24cm long, and 3.5cm wide.  The blade is of a leaf-shape design, and have a loop hole at the base of the grip.
non-soul weapon: Cestus.
Active Soul Effects:  Molecular Manipulation (electricity, and stuff)
Passive Soul Effects: Vulpine Eyesight (night-vision) and Reflexes.

Cestus:

Name: AJ Aebeir
Appearance: This. About 6'4", long dark brown frizzy hair worn loose, clean shaven. Bright, silverblue eyes. Always wears his makeup, a religious practice.
Age: 17
Home Region: Lamorak

Personality: Aebeir is totally capricious, in more ways than one. He does everything he does with little regard for what might happen more than a few hours down the line, and more often than not takes the route that he feels is more entertaining or fun than the one that's actually more effective. His concern for his own safety is usually pretty low, especially when he's planning something fun.

Biography: Born in Lamorak, Aebeir has always had a taste for fun and excitement, even when it involved doing something dangerous or stupid. Over time, this evolved into his philosophy of living for the moment, and not worrying about whether things go according to plan as they often don't. Eventually, he was found by The Capricious, and became a follower of The Seer, Kerws, which helped him find a sense of direction in life. Rather than just doing stupid things to do them, he set out to bring joy and mirth to others, even at the risk of his own body.
His Soul Weapon, Miracle, manifested when he was Fifteen years old. He was wandering the woods when he was jumped by a mugger. In that moment, a weapon appeared in his hands, and he chose to use it. During the fight, Aebeir's hands were badly burned, a shrub sprouted out of the ground, a tree sublimated, and the mugger was turned into a pair of swans and flew away. At the end of that year, on his birthday, he received a letter from Sanctum Academy, inviting him to join. He packed his bags, said his goodbyes, and set out for a new land, and a great adventure...



Soul Type: Club (Miracle)

Soul Appearance: https://i.servimg.com/u/f36/16/47/24/52/spikeb12.png Each of those black lines are teeth, like those on a Saw, slanted backwards. They aren't that big, I'm just shit at art. The weapon itself has a pink aura that occasionally sparkles like stars (not like glitter), which is due to the Soul Effect.

Soul Effects: Miracle - The weapon is totally entropic, having just as much of a chance to absolutely demolish as it does to do shit.

Name: Lynki "Grin" Merseno
Appearance:5'11" Short cropped black hair, dark brown almost black eyes, right half of his face has tattoos crawling up and around his eyes and all over his cheek. The tattoos around his mouth form an abstract grin. Near constant smirk/grin.
Age: 18
Home Region: New Paragus
Biography: Lynki spent his entire life living in New Paragus, but that doesn't mean he lived among the wealthy, or even had money. He grew up as an orphan, and always played pranks on people. All the kids of his orphanage used to be fearful when he was around due to his often elaborate, and often inescapable pranks. When he began to grow bored of the orphanage, he left, just walking out the door and onto the streets to make his new life. It didn't take long for him to venture outside of the city, and encounter a bear. During the subsequent chase and cornering, his soul appeared, a slungshot, and he tried fighting it off. Only managed to scare the bear away, instead of killing it, but regardless he learned to stay inside the city, and only leave when prepared to face an animal at any moment. As he grew on the streets of the city, he honed his speed, partly in thanks to his soul and partly due to his nature of stealing and playing pranks on people. When he was old enough, he signed up for Sanctum academy, and has been there for two years. He's rarely changed since his time there, if anything becoming more playful and trickster like. At some point, even he is unsure when, he got some tattoos to cover half of his face, and better demonstrate his personality and behavior.

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kON_KRmFRKk&list=PL0217154A42E266E2&index=1
Personality: Kleptomaniac, joker, always looking for a laugh or a prank, toying and manipulative to get what he wants.
Aura:yellow, a bit transparent and stuff, with a flare to it. Sort of goldish

Soul Type: Slungshot
Soul Appearance: http://www.gatling-gun.com/images/Monkey_Fist_Slungshot_cc.jpg Only much longer than what it looks in here. Maybe a foot long. The weight on the end has a two inch solid steel bearing inside of it.
Soul Effects:
-Enhanced speed in any direction from his current position, to the point an afterimage stayed where they started from. Vulnerable for a few moments upon stopping, and it takes several seconds for the speed to reach back up to full strength, as in, if it's used several times in a row, everything is shorter except for the cooldown, which actually gets longer. The maximum range, the timer on the afterimage, etc is all shortened. Using it in shorter distances than his maximum allows for greater uses before the 'cooldown' hits.
-Can create basic imagery of himself in current gear and position, with basic movements. Basic movements include waving one arm, breathing, squatting, etc. Decoys last up to 10 seconds, or a complex movement is demanded from it. Only one decoy may be out at any time, and only up to a limited range, such as 5m. Decoys cannot be seen through with normal vision, or determined if it's actually real through details. With time, he's confident he'll be able to create near perfect decoys in terms of movement mimicking that of a real person, such as climbing, running, fighting, and so on.

Name: Petra Lavoie
Appearance (Minus the Toasters and such of course.)
Age: 17
Home Region: Paressia
Biography: Petra was born in Paressia, as had most of her ancestry. Her parents, their parents, her parents’ parents had all lived in Paressia. She was a lively spirit, so to say, not in a rebellious way however. In a sense it made up for her not being the most intelligent of people. The story of she acquired her Soul is neither an exciting one, nor one she wishes to tell.
Personality: Petra was born a very lively person, finding doing 'boring things' the worst possible thing for her. Of course she happened to find lessons boring and thus she well... Perhaps her lack of work is also part of her not being the most intelligent. She is quite a friendly person, and is generally very open with most people she meets.
Perhaps another flaw in her personality is that she is muh more of a follower rather than a leader, and thus finds it difficult to be placed in positions where ripple rely upon her. However, Petra herself is easily scared in the face of very gloom possibilities, much more so than many of her friends.
Aura: Light Green, a lively colour, representing goodwill.

Soul Type: Estoc 'The Tzeentch'
Soul/Estoc (Appearance)
Soul Effects: Petra of course has a rather lively personality. Thus, when reflected in her soul, it does not have a direct effect on the sword, rather making Petra stronger and more agile while the sword is with her. This of course combined with the fast striking nature of the Estoc, makes her attacks rather fast.

Name:Cain Mushito
Appearance:Me
Age:16
Home Region:Koga
Biography: Cain lived in a small but very close community so it was a big celebration when Cain was, the first one in the history of the community,gifted with a soul weapon. His grandfather taught all the kids of the community about the ancient styles of martial arts to which Cain became his greatest pupil. Cain had received his Soul at a young age, his grandfather started training him harder to prepare him for his newly found destiny. Although rigorously trained since a young age Cain has a very laid back personality. Always find excuses, which range from intelligent to rudimentary, to get out of doing his chores. He is often found in a relaxing or high place munching on his favorite snacks.(A 5 inch stick made out of a cookie, very thin, and has assorted flavors. His favorite mint.)
Personality: Cain is known for holding his emotions in. Happiness, sad, anger, fear, he uses his saved up emotion in training of combat thus fueling his drive and enthusiasm. This is one reason why he likes relaxing and calm places since it just leaves him with content and he doesn't have anything storing in him.

Soul Type: 2 Black Escrimas. 2.5 feet long. 5 feet combined.
Soul Appearance: This, with the black swirve lines being blue.
Soul Effects: Manipulation of chemical energy. Energy Absorbtion,

Character Sheet:

Name: Rei Sizuke
Appearance:

Rei is around 5.7, barely two inches taller than Lily
Age: 17
Home Region: Koga
Personality: Bubbly and happy go lucky, Rei is extremely trusting - to a certain degree. She'll be your best friend and believe your sob story, hug you and share her lunch...but she's protective of her body, as well as her eyes. She has an affinity for mint chocolate chip ice cream, and will do almost whatever it takes to get ahold of some - she has modesty!

She is insanely girly, but also can be annoying, as she seems to always, somehow, find and tacklehug Lily from behind, usually when her name is mentioned.
Rei's annoying side comes out moatly when she tries to help people; she loves helping, and as long as people are happy in the end, she finds it is wrth it...even if she could become the teacher's pet.

Biography:
Born in Koga, more so towards the larger settlements, Rei grew up in the company of Angels; her family always came from an Angel, and she spent forever training with her father's old Katanas and Wakizashis. She was a bit proficient, and finally her father took her to go hunt a demon with him.

But they got seperated during a scuffle, and alone, her swords broken by the demon before.
Alone, she tried to head for the nearby village, but found herself facing the demon.
As it charged, she prepared to die.

That was when her Soul appeared, and it paused. Sensing her imminent death paused, she opened her eyes...as it swiped.
Rei jerked her head back, but she felt her left eye ripped away.
She screamed, swiping erratically with her naginata. She didn't do anything...but her father arrived, and now that she was saved by his quick backstab, she looked up as lightning coursed up her arm and filled her eyeball.

She felt the tendons join, and then her vision was...better? Yeah. Nightvision enhanced, she and her father stumbled into the medical clinic, where she was tested.
But she felt her vision blurr, then darkened. She covered her eyes quickly, instincitvely, and she felt it stop.

Using a rag at first, she obtained her trademark eyepatch when she got home, shortly before she nearly ran into someone by the name of Lily Ito.
After a terse ten minute conversation of apologies, explanations, and the silent theft of Rei's heart, the two parted...and now, Rei finds herself heading to New Pregas, armed with her Soul, twin Katanas Hikari and Chikai, and two Wakizashis holstered at the small of her waist named Ai and Sora.
And her bubbly, happy go lucky demeanor.

Soul Type: (What weapon is it? e.g, Khopesh, Gladius, Bow, etc. As said, what weapon you can have will depend on your home region.) War Naginata "Akatsuki"
Soul Appearance: (What does it look like?)

Soul Effects: (Think Enchantments from Skyrim, Such as fire damage. This should have something to do with your character.) True Aura; Akatsuki allows Rei to feel the aura of a person; enhanced vision that can only be used for ten minutes at a time. Can also be used in conjuunction with True Aura to literally see and feel someone's very aura...but either way, she can be misled if someone tries hard enough to make her believe differently; she's far too trusting.

Due to the noncombative nature of True Aura, she carries lots of weapons as compensation.

Non soul weapons: Two katanas with two Wakizashis as backup, like she was taught by her father.

Unless her father was an angel, I'd see this as not working. I'm not going to make you change the entire demon hunt part, as Rei was almost fatally wounded.

Name: Ashiri (Ash for short)
Appearance: , About 5'9, eyes are ice blue instead of red
Age: 16
Home Region: The Fire Pit
Personality: . Ashiri is a kind and generous indivdiual who will  be friendly and helpful to people who are nice and respectful to her but will be hostile to those who are rude and disrepectful to her which is reflected in her aura by being a translucent white aura.
One day, the knife that Ash usually carried seemed to be replaced by a slightly different one. It was lighter, better balanced, and fit more comfortably in her hand. Not thinking much of it, she left her home to go pick up some things from a store down the street when she was pulled into an alleyway and stabbed in the chest. Panicked, she drew her own blade and slashed at her attacker's chest. Her wound disappeared, and the attacker gained a stab wound where hers had been. The man died shortly after, and Ash ran home. The next year, when she turned 16, Ashiri received a letter of invitation from Sanctum Academy

She is prone to making bets even when she is aware that the chances of winning are slim at best tho she mainly makes bets when she knows her chances of winning are high, and her favorite sort of gambles are contests of ability: races, athletics, acrobatics, and the like.
Biography: Growing up in the desert alone due to her parents leaving her when she was 10, Ashiri had to find her own means of entertainment. At a young age, she took up playing card and dice games with members of a nearby tribe, which she was found to be very good at. In later years, Ashiri  would move to New Paragus in search of jobs within the cities.


Aura:clear
Soul Type: Dagger (Gambler's Gear)
Soul Appearance: This, but with a plain white blade and handle and a dragon head instead of a horse one.
Soul Effects: Gambler's Gear.

Gambler's Gear:

2nd ability:When active is increases rate of fatigue in target(both mentally and physically) considerably while decreases fatigue rate in the user.

Name: Jason Thorne

Appearance: Something like this

Age: 16

Home Region: Lamorak

Personality: Shy around people, has difficulty being social. But brave when it really matters, though can be driven to acts of brave stupidity.

Biography: Born and raised in Lamorak, Jason was.....lonely. He had his parents of course, but he had no friends at all, preferring not to be seen due to an extreme amount of shyness. Ironically, a part of him still yearned to be seen, to be known and liked and to know friendship. And in a sense, he was noticed by other kids......as the creepy boy who was always alone, always hiding, always running. Most people assumed he was a deliquent, and a trouble maker. On the contrary, he was a good person at heart, but the rumors at school about him made their way to him, and in a fit of depression left the safety of his home, wandering the streets.

In time, he got lost, wandering into a dangerous area and was soon cornered by a group of muggers. In a panic, he tried to run only to be pushed back and against a wall, a knife held close to his face. So sure that this was the end, he chose to not die pinned to the wall, without trying to fight. So he made to punch the man who held him, and found instead a sword appear in his hand, and the blade went straight through the mans chest. Seeing their friend impaled, the muggers quickly ran while their friend slid off the blade, and bled out on the floor. Stunned, Jason looked at the sword, slowly realizing what it was he held in his hand. His soul. Running home, he found his parents worried and on the verge of calling the police. Glad he was home, it soon dawned on them he carried a sword. After conversing with their son, about what happened, over what the sword was, it was later decided on where Jason would go.

Now, Jason travels to New Perageus, to the Sanctum academy. Despite his excitement, he carries a certain amount of guilt and regret over the death of the mugger. But it paled in comparisson to his being equal parts nervous and thrilled as he heads for this new stage of his life, he can't help but wonder; Will he find what he is looking for?

Soul Type: Hand and a half long sword

Soul Appearance: The blade is this color, though with a single jagged line of white running down the center of the blade, along the length. The hilt of the blade is of a similar color as the blade, minus the line of white, while the grip is a dark brown. The pommel is jet black, however it encases a white jewel, as white and brilliant as a bolt of lightning. Affectionately, Jason tends to call the sword the "Midnight Flame."

Soul Effect: Since he was always shy, timid, and prone to hiding around people, Jason was very good at never being seen. This part of him is carried over to his soul to create a short lived invisibility effect that lasts not only for a full minute, but takes twice as long for him to do again and cancels out the moment he swings his sword too fast (i.e. when he would swing to attack). A second effect of his sword is fire. While lonely, Jason always had passion and determination to fuel him. Both going hand in hand, they form a flame on the blade, and whenever he focuses and sweeps it it out he releases a small wave of fire. The downside is that the heat still obeys certain laws and the energy and heat has to come from somewhere. And it comes from him, so if used too often he can actually freeze to death.

Name: Rolf Kelin
Appearance:
Age: 17
Home Region: Lamorak
Personality: Ralf is usually a pretty quiet guy, even around his friends. He doesn't have a reason as to why he's like this.
He's very polite, he has his manners. He likes to read and write, keeping a journal with him at all times. For many reasons.
Being a lumberjack, he's a hard worker. Willing to do whatever the person in charge says, as long as it's within reason.
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mDWzu5yxLg
Biography: It was a little over a year ago, when it happened. On a day just like any other, I went to work with my father.
We got up at dawn, grabbed our gear and left. He had an axe, I a saw. It was one of our favorite pastimes to argue which was better.
Soon we were at our usual area. Stumps littered the ground, sunlight pouring into the clearing we had made.
It was pretty far in, but to get the bigger trees we had to. Though that made it a pain to drag the trees back.

We each went our own ways. Not very far from each other, or even far for that matter. We barely had to speak up to talk to the other.
Then we did what we always did. We started cutting down trees with our own different methods. By the end of the work,
we both had the same number of trees. Four each. Yeah, that doesn't sound much. But we had to drag those suckers back.
But before we did, we decide to take a little break. Spring was soon becoming summer and the days getting hotter.
We sat on stumps and ate and talked and laughed. It was the little things you know. Without 'em we'd just be machines.

When we decided to end our little break, we went to our piles we had made and each grabbed a tree. Then started dragging them.
Over the years of going to and from the place we worked, we had created a path. Which was really just a dirt road.
A few minutes of dragging, then stopping, then dragging again. We eventually had to stop. There was something in the middle of the road.
My Father, Jacob was his name, put an arm in front of my signalling to stop. He didn't need to do anything, I had already stopped.
"Dad" I asked. "Is that... is that what I think it is?" He nodded. "I thought they were just stories..." I whispered to myself.
It just sat there, making this hideous noise with it's back to us. Now that I think back to it, it was probably eating something.

It turned it's head violently to look behind it, at us. I had spoken, which I guess it heard. And assumed we were threats.
The next part is fuzzy, even today. I remember being shoved back by my Dad. In seconds the beast stood, roared and charged.
Dad, as if he'd done it before, grabbed his axe. But it different somehow. It glowed a dull green... and something... felt different.
He swung downwards at the monster as it tried to slash at him, resulting in it losing the fingers of that hand.
It fall backwards a few steps and looked at it's hand, missing it's fingers and bleeding everywhere. Then screeched.
Either out of anger or pain or both, it wanted revenge. It ran forward, tackling my Dad in the chest and forcing them both to the ground.

It got up quicker then he did and shoved him back down. Then planted it's foot on his chest, raising it's good hand for a final strike.
It was fear that kept me on my ass, but it also fear of losing my father that made me stand up.
Wound up in a mix of emotions, I ran forward and tackled it. My dad pushed it's foot in the opposite direction off me.
Caught by surprise, the thing barely stood a chance. Haha, see what I did there? Anyway. It landed on it's side with my landing on it.
I quickly stood up, as did my father. We looked and nodded at each other. Then he picked up his axe (which started glowing when he did).
It took all of two seconds for the monster to get back up. Then dashed at us head on, tackling me to the ground.

WIP
Soul Type: Medium Size Woodcutter's Axe
Soul Appearance: https://i.servimg.com/u/f58/18/12/93/63/axea0110.jpg
Soul Effects:


Aura Color:

Name: Orion Sabaku
Appearance: This, but he also has jeans and boots.
Age: 18
Home Region: The Fire Pit

Theme:

Personality: Orion is a loud, confident, proud man, with a tendency to jump right into things with little thought or questioning. He’ll do it, whether people care or not, and he’ll do it as best he can.
His abrasive nature and loud pride have led some to label him as a bit of an asshole, though he’s more or less just stupid. Really, he’s not too bright either, sorta blunt when it comes right down to it, though remarkably quick witted.
Much like his Soul Power, he’s simple, stunning, and relies on other aspects to get by. To Orion, friendship is perhaps the greatest thing a person can have, his friends on the old trade route his link to a great thing.

Biography: Born in the desolation of the Fire Pit, Orion was bred to a woman he knew nothing of and a rather savvy nomad, with a tendency for adventure. He was taken upon birth on his fathers trade route, and as it was told to him a promise was made that at the right age he would be returned to her. Orion never had that opportunity.
With his father, Orion saw much of the deserts and even beyond, and always had a deep interest in the arts of Angels and Demons and their conflict.

At a rather young age, Orion was given a sword form his father. Nothing special, it was one of the weapons from the lands nearer to Kago, and as such was rather curved and detailed, though cheap. He loved it, and spent much of his time practicing with it against anyone else capable.
On one occasion, he decided to wander from the nomadic group of his father and hunt down a demon.

He found one.
The Demon was far too strong for him though, and in the fight that lasted little to thirty seconds or so Orion was knocked down, slashes across the face and nearly pierced with his own sword. But in his terror, in these moments, he lost himself.

His father had arrived just in time to watch his son, with a shimmering curved blade, push back the Demon before the nomads arrived, butchering the Demon as he stumbled, even for that split second which Orion had used to escape.
It was at this point that the nomads formed a new route, and made way to New Pregas. On the way there, not once did he fall silent of his new weapon, and his apparent self-proclaimed proficiency with it.

In New Pregas now, for so long, he has grown close to his dear blade, though his cockiness and zest to use it has left him with little success at actually training.

Soul Type: Talwar
Soul Appearance: Kanat Itin
Soul Effects: Orion possesses the Soul Ability of kinetic energy; that is, when he directs his blade at a subject within the range of at the absolute most six meters, a strong force bursts out and strikes the subject at a high speed, knocking them back and stunning them for a short time. Though it has little to no chance to cause any serious damage, it is a rapid attack that is more than a little difficult to avoid. Mixed with the range, Orion rarely takes advantage of this power.


I'm actually not sure what to make of this one, PM me about it please.

Name: Lucas Marcel

Appearance: A stocky 6'4" with ice blue eyes and mid length black hair. Has a pair of scars that run down either side of his face and over his eyes, but not blinding him, earning him the nickname "Scarecrow" from students at the Academy

Age: 17

Home Region: Lamorak

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Lsb8Week94

Personality: As a second year, he has a sort of arrogance about him, thinking first years beneath his notice. However, he is a bit more open if he is impressed by a student's performance and abilities.

Once that student talks to Lucas, they'll find that he can be quite charming and friendly if they really get to know him. His slight perfectionism can come off as abrasive to some people, but they'll eventually get used to it.

Biography: Born in one of much larger settlements in Lamorak, Lucas as raised in the company of angels from an early age to be an swordsman. His father taught him the intricacies of swordsmanship as well as how to fight when it came to really close range.

He then followed an angel on a demon hunt when he felt was old enough to go. Lucas and the angel hunted the demon for a few days before catching up with it. Then, things started to go wrong.

The demon was stronger than the angel had estimated, and it struck the angel  first, mortally wounding him. Lucas backed away from the demon, fearing the demon would kill him next. The demon roared in anger and charged; Lucas then closed his eyes, waiting for oblivion.

It never came. His soul, sensing Lucas's panic, formed into a claymore and struck at the creature. Lucas opened his eyes as soon as the claymore struck , but not before the creature had nearly clawed out his eyes, leaving him with his distictive scars; he barely saw it as the creature died

The scene still haunts him to this very day, unable to banish the nightmarish scene from his head.

Soul Type: Claymore sword

Aura:Swirling Violet-blue, with dark undertones, vortex-like

Soul Appearance: (Think of Traditional claymore, but with a Violet-Blue hilt)

Soul Effects: Durability (Is able to take and dish out tremendous punishment), Foresight (he carries daggers, since this abilty distorts his perception and vision)

Non-Soul Weapon: Two daggers for close combat


See the announcement post.

Name: William Ufer
Age: 17, soon to be eighteen
Home Region: Lamorak

Appearance: William's build is pretty average, a little stronger than most and his limbs are also longer than many.  His eyes and hair are both brown.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 190lbs
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Personality: William isn't exactly anti-social, but he definitely isn't sociable in anyway and doesn't really ever have anything much interesting to talk about.  His aura is a dull dark Brown.  He's often overlooked and rarely ever speaks his own opinion.  He does, however have another side to him, which is why his aura is darker, a disturbed, more emotional side, that he keeps buried, never to be seen by anyone.

Biography:  Living in a somewhat of a larger town, demons were rarely ever a problem, however, this town was on the edge of one of the forest, that separated the different regions, meaning if you were to leave the settlement, you were fair game.  Thankfully, William was a child with some common sense and listened to his parents when they told him not to go out into the woods alone, however, that didn't matter, trouble found him.  He was about the age of thirteen when William and his father were outside of the city, going to one of the close-by lumber mills, to buy a new set of  dinner chairs, after their last set had worn down and were down to their last two.

The mill was quiet, when it usually had about five men working in it, there hadn't been any around.  They assumed it was probably closed, but the front door was open.  William's father went outside to the store's phone, to call the owner, as the two of them were good friends.  He told William to stay inside in case someone came to the desk.  As William stood in the store's lobby, he heard something strange come from the back office.  As he started walking towards the sound, a hideous beast came bursting out of a door at the child, who rose his arms, in a panic to block himself from the creature.

He had felt a force hit him and throw him to the ground, but when he opened his eyes, he wasn't injured, and in his hands he held a sword, which he had no idea where it came from.  His father rushed into the building when he heard the commotion, seeing the beast in the corner of the room, holding its seemed to be injured arm.  It snarled, staring at the two people before it.  William's father had picked up a 2x4 plank of wood before entering, and now held it like a weapon.  He nodded to William as he charged the Demon, 'weapon' held over his head, ready to swing down on the beast.

The young William followed suit, not even questioning the weapon in his hands.  The father had received a few wounds, while William had been slashed across the shoulder, but they had defeated the creature.  William's father tried to take his son's sword, but found it was too heavy for him to wield.  He just smiled and said, "Looks like you got one hell of a future ahead of you, son."

Year one of Sanctum Academy: William had kept his head down the whole school year.  He did make friends with a couple of third years and hung with them a few times, but besides that, he was rather exempt from the social scene.  He learned a lot from the teachers in that year, in fact, he had never known his Soul ability until one of the teachers helped him learn it.

Soul Type: Falchion.  A weapon identical to William.  It appears to be just like any other blade, but it swings harder than your average long sword.  He keeps this weapon on his back, in a leather scabbard.

Soul Appearance:

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Soul Effects:  If he so chooses, the user may cut his enemy, but have his target feel no pain from the attack.  Instead, the pain is delayed until activated at a time decided by the user.  This effect dissipates from the target after an hour.


See the announcement post.

Name: Frei Sutton
Appearance: Long blonde hair with blue highlights. Left half of her face has tattoos crawling up and around hers eyes and all over her cheek. The tattoos around her mouth form an abstract scowl.
Age: 16
Home Region: Lamorak
Biography: Frei was born into a very particular family. A family that held onto beliefs that certain people should behave certain ways. Thus, she was raised to be cold and distant and unsocial. Since she was a newborn she has not talked to anyone but her own family, and has seen very little of the outside world. Her mother and father kept her secluded from outside influences, only letting her know things enough to be knowledgeable of the subject matter, but not enough to actually be interested in it. She grew up cold and without any things like joy or laughter, although she knows what they are. On one of her rare trips with her parents out into the world, a pair of feral dogs happened upon them and attacked. When the canines leaped at the trio intent on tearing them apart, Frei drew forth a Crossbow from the air and killed one of the demons, wounding the other enough to escape. From that point, it was determined that she be even more cold and remorseless, solidifying her role in the family. She was allowed to go to Sanctum at 16 because her parents believed she was ready to fulfill what destiny they felt she had.

Personality: Points out the flaws in others bluntly. Very cold and distant towards people, often missing major social hints. Rarely smiles or has any look other than a frown, a scowl, or neutral. Is very possessive of her things.

Soul Type: Crossbow
Soul Appearance: http://www.needmoregifts.com/img/mzlo308_2.jpg
Soul Effects:Can create one or more rotating mirrors around her person at various heights and distances and speeds. She hopes that, with enough training, she can fill a clearing with them, as right now she can only create a small section in front of her or directly around her. No normal vision can see through these mirrors.

Can cool or snap freeze the moisture in the air around her, to create a small dome of ice for protection or to simply freeze things around her. The temperature drop does effect her, so without the proper clothing, she can suffer all the effects one normally would from exposure to extremely low temperature. That can also be a drawback, as wearing the protective clothes needed would leave her cumbersome and slow and vulnerable

Name: Wade Wilson

Appearance:

Age: 18

Home Region: Koga

Biography:

Personality: Mouthy, Sarcastic, Sense of Humor (Crude humor I might add)

Soul Type: Katana

Soul Effects:

[Will finish when I get off of work at 7 Mountain Standard Time]

Name: Rin Okawa

Age: 15

Appearance: Light brown hair tied into a pony-tail, stands at a height of 5' 8", with light blue eyes and pale skin. Tends to dress in a practical, yet still fashionable outfits that are suitable for any situation.

Home Region: Koga

Personality: Very friendly and outgoing when she wants to be, Rin is however somewhat hostile towards men due to a certain history. As a rule, she considers the majority of men to be pricks until proven otherwise. In addition, she's something of an asymmetric thinker; she prefers using minimal force to achieve large goals, and it shows when fights. Rin she prefers a style that, while maintaining precision and high impact or damage, does not require a great deal of effort or overt methods.

Biography: Rin was born to a single mother, the father leaving after the mother revealed her pregnancy. This is what led to Rin's negative disposition towards men. Before she was born, Rin's mother moved in with her uncle (one of the few men Rin likes) who also owned and operated a dojo. When Rin was four, she was trained by her uncle how to fight using both her hands and weapons, as both he and her mother agreed that she should not be a fragile flower. As the years went by, Rin had made a few friends (none of them boys) and in the days preceding her sixteenth birthday, an incident took place that changed her life. Her friend was supposed to show up, but they neither arrived nor gave any indication they would not show up, so Rin left to find her friend. She found her soon enough, being assaulted by a classmate from their school, the latter having made unwanted advances on Rin's friend before. Enraged, Rin ran at the boy intending to teach him a lesson, and before she was halfway to him, she felt something in her hands. Not knowing what it was but acting out of instinct, she swung her arm forward and saw what had formed fly towards the boy; the last section of a three-section staff.

She had beaten the boy to a bloody pulp within seconds, saving her friend, and the two returned to her home. Rin realized that she had formed a soul, and it meant she was an angel. With some encouragement from her mother, uncle, and her friend, Rin decided that it would be best if she went to Sanctum to embrace her new found gift, and see what life she could make for herself with it.

Aura: Her aura tends to alternate between shades of light and dark blue, depending on her mood. If she's happy, calm or content, then it's light blue, if she's upset sad or angry, it turns a very dark shade of blue.

Soul Type: Three-section staff she calls "Haymaker"

Soul Appearance:

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Soul Effect: Delivers a precise burst of kinetic energy on impact, doubling the force behind the blow. Also comes in handy for traversal, as she's learned to whip it behind her to hit the ground and use the same kinetic burst to launch herself up into the air. Rin can also control the intensity of the burst, choosing between precise bursts or powerful explosions.

(Concept)
Name: Matthias
Appearance:
Age: 18
Home Region: Magnus
Face (outward) Personality: To other people he seems quiet and agreeable. He tries to get along with everyone. He tries to avoid confrontations and attention. He comes across as knowledgeable and kind, helping those in need. He's curious to the point of eavesdropping and even following people to learn something new. He's a terrible liar. He's loyal and honorable.
Core (inward) Personality:He secretly dislikes other people and looks down on others. Seeing them as below him. He loves fighting. Physical confrontation excites him.He's great at lying to himself. He wants to know everything, this drives him to go to sometimes excessive lengths to find out the smallest detail, however important it is. He feels that his sense of honor puts him above all people.

Biography: He grew up on the outskirts of Magnus, in the poorer section. His parent were always working to keep food on the table, as a result he was always outside the house, exploring the city. One day he say an older man and a young boy practicing some sort of martial art. He was entranced by it. When he would find himself at home, he would practice what he saw to the best of his ability. Every mistake the old man corrected, Matthias learned. That other boy was Nick. In time Matthias disliked the young boy he watched, his mistakes seemed so simple, easy to fix. He hated what the other boy was doing.

Hated.

Soul Type: Cestus
Soul Appearance:

Cestus:

Soul Effects: (pending approval)
(inward)
1. Strength Increase x10
(outward)
1. concentrated blast at point of contact (4400N)
(Negatives)
1. Strength is increased, not resilience, if he jumps really high, he'll still be injured as if he fell from his max height.
2. clouded judgement after use for an hour or more
3. Extreme OCD for half an hour or more

Name: Rolf Keflin
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Link is a bit long.
Home Region: Lamorak
Personality: Rolf is an, family man, cares alot about others
Theme: Slinger's Song
Biography:

Soul Type: A two handed woodcutter's axe
Soul Appearance: https://i.servimg.com/u/f58/18/12/93/63/axea0110.jpg
Soul Effects: Being one to care much about others, sometimes even more then himself, his soul grants him the ability to shield one person he chooses. The shield's strength depends on his at the moment he activated it. For example, Rolf hadn't done anything all day before he casts it so the shield would be at it's strongest. But say he's been fighting for awhile. The shield wouldn't be nearly as strong.

His second ability is, as he calls it, guardian's rage. Whenever he acknowledges that someone he cares for is hurt or has been killed, he'll go in a frenzy. Gaining large amounts of strength and speed for a limited time. However he loses his right to reason. Stand in his way, he'll attack you.

Aura Color: This


(Waiting on approval for soul effects)
(Bio WIP)

Name: Kayln Moreau

Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Fancy-Day-433604991

Age: 17

Home Region: Paressia

Personality: She's very polite, a bit snobby, but she's generally a nice person. Bit of a social retard, outside of being pleasant


Biography: Her father was a famous politician who was fore-fronting advancements in equal rights. As such, her family has been targets of multiple groups who oppose her father. She received training in swordsmanship from an early age as a result of this. When her home was broken into and she was threatened, she managed to summon her soul and stab the attacker, resulting in his death. This lead to her being picked up by the academy.

Soul Type: Rapier

Soul Appearance: http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/paul-chen-swords/801-rapier/801-rapier.JPG

Soul Effects: Upon her blade touching a person's skin, it fires an electrical shock through their system. The charge of this shock can be controlled by her.

Aura: A deep rolling purple.

Name: Miku Ohno

Appearance:

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Age: 18

Home Region: Koga

Personality: Miku is straight forward and blunt, preferring not to disguise her meanings behind words. She does not, however, involve herself where she isn't wanted or needed, however, when she does interact with others, she is generally either cheerful or almost emotionless in her seriousness, if she is curious enough about something.

Biography: Growing up, Miku showed herself to be very intelligent, however, she was incredibly apathetic towards everything and everyone, save for her sister, who was the only one she would play with as a child, or talk to as a teenager, leading to many of the others in the town branding her as 'weird', not just the residents her age, many of the adults there thought the same.

Her soul appeared when she was eight, while she was busy playing alone by a stream. A group of the other children, probably seeing the weird girl as an easy target, had been trying to bully her for weeks, gaining no reaction from Miku. Deciding to use physical violence to 'teach her a lesson' they approached her at the stream, the apparent leader trying to hit her with a large stick.

Miku's soul appeared in her hands as she flinched away, stopping the stick from hitting her, while the weighted end hit the boy in the face, breaking his nose. Miku denies ever actually throwing the weighted end at him, despite everyone else involved saying she did.

She immediately began practicing with her kusarigama alone, and with her older sister, who was already an angel.

After being accepted into Sanctum, she worked her hardest to live up to her sister's already impressive record, consistently coming in the top ten for all of her subjects. She was a star pupil for most of her teachers, and all of them expected that she would be as good an angel as her older sister until her sister was killed hunting a demon in the Ashlands. Her body was never found, though the corpse of one of the angels in her group was found.

Since then, Miku's grades slipped from the top ten to the bottom ten. Her attendance dropped to the bare minimum, and she stopped trying all together.

Soul Type: Kusarigama
Soul Appearance:

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Soul Effects: The weighted end of the Kusarigama is incredibly heavy to anyone but herself, making movement while trapped by it almost impossible.

Aura: Grass Green

Name: Artorias Black
 
Appearance: 6'2 with hazel eyes
 
Age: 16
 
Home region: Lamorak
 
Personality: Artorias is a quiet person who doesn't like to talk about himself but always tries to care for his friends. He can be jokeful and unserious but at heart is serious and wise, even if he doesn't like to show it.
 
Bio: Born to a weapon smith in Lamorak, Artorias had a fascination with weapons and his father saw to that he would learn to use one. He used every weapon his father would make but never saw a light in them until he held a greatsword, felt its weight and saw its power, he began to train himself physically to use one and at the age of 14 he could alas with both hands he began to train with it to the point where he could parry with one. At the age of 15 he was able to use the heaviest of all greatswords with ease able to move it at a faster rate than it would normally be swung by many.
 
One day while training in a forest near his town, he could see smoke rising from where his town was and hurried home only to find his down besieged by demons and angels yet these angels didn’t care what they did they just  attacked the demons without care, believing them to be fallen angels Artorias made it to his home which was crumpled, his father was crushed under the roofing and an fallen angel walking away from the building leaving behind the dead demon. He charged out of pure anger at the fallen angel and was easily deflected and thrown away, his sword shattered at the touch of the fallen angels soul yet he charged again about to use his fist when he felt a sword grip in his hand he noticed a greatsword and began to swing surprising the angel but he only laughed as he again deflected the soul and threw Artorias to the ground he disappeared by the time Artorias came to his senses and ever since that day Artorias had a deep hatred for the fallen angels.
 
He went to find New Peragus so he could train at Sanctum Academy, all he wants is to be stronger so when the time comes and he has to face this fallen angel again he would defeat him, losing his smile to a grim face he only remembered how to grin now losing any memory he had of a smile.
 
Soul Type: Greatsword, he calls it Sif.
 
Soul Appearance: Sif
 
Soul effect: His souls effect is to grant him a bonus in speed and strength that would surpass most people but the longer he keeps it active the more deranged he gets, soon becoming too angry to realise friend from foe.
 
 

Aura: Black