Nexus Character Directory

[Halae]

Harnel - Half Dragon Warrior with a membership in WATCHTOWER. (B)

Eric - Complete Mundane who just stumbled into the Nexus one day. A budding psion (D-)

Amlin - Necromancer extraordinaire (Between C+ ad B-)

Torg - Troll Paladin (C+)

Kelral Hrys'Tarimar Xar'Cha - Draegloth Military commander for the drow in Inside

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Harnel Caleb Therishein

Gender: Male
Race/Species: Half-Red Dragon Human
Age: 26
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class/Profession: Harnel is a soldier and adventurer, a warrior by trade and has been training since he was about twelve years old
Power Rating: B
Description:See the Image below. His scales are red, and his hair is black

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Personality: Harnel is distrustful of things he doesn't understand, and tends to tense up an unfortunate amount, which can sometimes cause him to be a bit surly. Once he warms up to something, or has his mind taken off it (such as with food) he becomes quite a bit more personable and easier to deal with. He also never goes anywhere without his sword, though his armor he could do without if need be. Always within reach. Yes, even then.

Around those he trusts, Harnel is much friendlier. He'll drink with them, share stories about his life, and even hit on women, but it takes quite a bit to reach this point properly with him. He is also a very driven individual. once he has set his mind on a course of action, he will see it through until it becomes apparent that he can no longer continue or he has accomplished what he has set out to do, but he will not shrink away from aid in these endeavors.

He has a deep seated fear that he will never be loved. this is mainly because in the world he's from Half-dragons are things to be reviled and feared, sometimes even killed outright. It's the reason for much of psychology.
Equipment: He has his armor, his sword, and a pouch full of silver and gold coins, and a locket with a portrait of his mother in it. Not much else, except for the clothes he wears under his armor, which just consists of a cotton shirt and leather pants. His sword is worth of note as a piece of magical equipment, magically sharpened and capable of bursting into flame at a command

EDIT: He lost his sword and armor, but was given a Thunder Hammer to make up the difference

He now wears a blue tee-shirt, a heavy black leather jacket, and brown fatigue pants. On his waist is an attachment to his belt - a harness that can support his thunder hammer, which is sitting sideways across his back so that it's only a small distance away from his hands if he needs to grab it. He also recently bought a Particle Magnum, an invincibility shield, and an Ori staff. He's quite well equipped now, except for armor.

EDIT 2: which he now has! Iggy made an outfit of remarkable armor for him that even covers his feet and tail, covering his entire body with interlocking plates made of a blueish silver metal the maker of the armor calls "Iggium". Because of the properties of the armor and how it was made, it has similar properties to Adamantine while still being much shinier

Abilities: For the most part, he just has excellent sword skills. However, his draconic heritage lends him very prodigious strength, a hearty constitution, and a level of intelligence that, while nothing amazing, is well above average. He is also comfortable even in the hottest environments, due to his immunity to fire, and even if dunked in lava will come out unscathed. Lava, by the way, makes an excellent way to bathe, as it sears off all the excess grime. then you just need to wash off the bits of solidifying igneous rock.
Backstory: Too long to type out. Suffice it to say, he's a DnD character that had a long and eventful campaign behind him

Half-Dragons: How do they work?

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my mind is somewhat analytical - I break down how things work in order to get a better understanding of them. I also happen to like Half-dragons, so it helps me understand how they work. This is what I have at this point. For the sake of simplicity, we'll be using a humanoid as the base.

Appearance and Physical Traits:

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Half-Dragons are surprisingly similar to their non-dragon parent. it's comparable to simply have a normal being and just adding dragon parts if you want the proper effect.

In any case, the half-dragon will almost certainly be covered in scales, have sharp claws and teeth, and slitted eyes, but the rest is unique to that particular one. An individual might have have a human-like head, while a sibling could have a head more akin to that of a dragons. The most likely body parts to be different from the base are extremities such as hands and feet, the head, a tail, and wings, though other changes may be present.

There are also less visible differences inherent to half-dragons. The first is vocal range; if they inherited vocal chords from their draconic parent rather than their non-draconic one, they will have a very wide range of tones, and will be capable of mimicking most voices they wish except for extremely low or extremely high pitch. Another is the Eyelids; True dragons have several sets of eyelids, usually three, each one thicker than the last. Half-Dragons only have two sets - one semi-clear one that cuts off the glow of the eyes from within and protects the eye while in the air or underwater, while the second is much like a human eyelid. when both are peeled back, too much light will hurt a half-dragon's eyes, but it allows them to see a great distance in the dark, even in pitch black conditions.

Another difference is the Draconis Fundamentum, which is likely the single most important organ in a dragon's body. attached to the lungs and heart, it also affects the stomach. It's an elemental furnace, based on the dragon's element; it can secrete elemental energy into the lungs for the dragon to breathe out. By adjusting the stomach, the roiling elemental energy breaks down almost any sort of matter the dragon wishes to feed on, allowing the dragon to subsist and nearly anything, organic or not. A dragon could literally eat dirt and survive as healthy as they might be if they were eating sheep. the Draconis Fundamanetum extracts the energy gotten in this way from the stomach and moves it to the heart, where it can be spread to the rest of the body - the remins of whatever was eaten are what the dragon urinate and defecate. Despite this, a dragon can run on what they eat normally if for some reason the Draconis Fundamentum is impaired - they will be forced to eat reasonable food rather than things like rock, and they'll be unable to breathe their elemental energy, and won't be capable of flight.

This organ also allows fire and electricity dragons to internalize energy from their environment - a fire dragon resting in a volcano will be capable of internalizing the heat coming from the magma in their home. This can make dragons seem hyper if they internalize too much energy, but it also means the dragon won't have to eat as much.

the final difference is that many Half-dragons have a genital sheathe. Nothing more on the matter will be said.

Also, remember that Half-dragons are Half another race as well. If that race can develop mammary glands, so can the half-dragon, even if they can't be used because of inappropriate other parts

Skills and Abilities:

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Half-dragons are a great deal stronger than their non-dragon counterparts, and at peak condition can lift more than a ton without too much strain. Because of their link to dragons, which are arcane beings, many also have magic as a sorcerer, getting such magic directly from the source. this isn't always the case, but it's certainly very common.

Birth, Life, and Death:

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A Half-dragon's birth depends on the mother - if the mother is a creature that gives birth live children, the half-dragon will be born as such as well. if the mother is the dragon, then the Half-dragon will hatch from an egg.

Half-dragons age at the same rate that humans do until they reach somewhere around the age of twenty, though some may fluctuate more than others for exactly when their aging process slows down. after that point, they age at a rate of 1:5, meaning many human half-dragons will live to see their fourth century if nothing kills them before then.

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Half-dragons share the genome of their dragon parent, which is the reason thy look so much like their non-dragon parent. what changes them to be like a dragon is the essence that gets transferred from the draconic parent. It adjusts the baby in the womb when it would otherwise be a normal creature of the non-dragon race. If this is understood, it can be a simple matter for a dragon to keep that essence from affecting an unborn child, using magic, though most either don't understand that or don't bother.

[VampireRot]

Olivia

Alias:
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Human vampire
Age: 19
Alignment: Good, but with evil tendencies
Class/Profession: Undead monstrosity, housewife-in-training
Power Rating: C-
Description: A short and pretty young brunette girl. Her flawless skin is very pale and her blue eyes are tinged with red; and she has rather large and pointy canine teeth. She usually looks quite average, but can also either look like a dazzling and voluptuous beauty or a rage-filled bloody monster.
Equipment: Her wardrobe consists of modest and secondhand dresses, and she also carries around a large and cream-colored parasol. She also has a fine spider-silk midnight blue dress.
Abilities: She can clean stuff and cook things if needed, though she is not a master at either thing. Apart from that, she barely has any education besides knowing how to read and write.

Her vampire abilities and weaknesses can best be explained with a lengthy quote from Dracula, though there are a good deal of differences. She does not have a coffin yet, for one, her powers are definitely not as well developed or entirely under her control, and she is, like her sire, rather... flammable in the sun.

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The nosferatu do not die like the bee when he sting once. He is only stronger, and being stronger, have yet more power to work evil. This vampire which is amongst us is of himself so strong in person as twenty men, he is of cunning more than mortal, for his cunning be the growth of ages, he have still the aids of necromancy, which is, as his etymology imply, the divination by the dead, and all the dead that he can come nigh to are for him at command; he is brute, and more than brute; he is devil in callous, and the heart of him is not; he can command all the meaner things, the rat, and the owl, and the bat, the moth, and the fox, and the wolf, he can grow and become small; and he can at times vanish and come unknown…
The vampire live on, and cannot die by mere passing of the time, he can flourish when that he can fatten on the blood of the living. Even more, we have seen amongst us that he can even grow younger, that his vital faculties grow strenuous, and seem as though they refresh themselves when his special pabulum is plenty.
But he cannot flourish without this diet, he eat not as others… He throws no shadow, he make in the mirror no reflect… He has the strength of many of his hand… He can transform himself to wolf… he can be as bat…He can come in mist which he create… but, from what we know, the distance he can make this mist is limited, and it can only be round himself. He can come on moonlight rays as elemental dust… He can become so small… he can slip through a hairbreadth space… He can, when once he find his way, come out from anything or into anything, no matter how close it be bound or even fused up with fire, solder you call it. He can see in the dark, no small power this, in a world which one half shut from the light…
He can do all these things, yet he is not free. Nay, he is even more prisoner than the slave of the galley, the madman in his cell. He cannot go where he lists, he who is not of nature has yet to obey some of nature’s law, why we know not. He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please… Thus, whereas he can do as he will within his limit, when he have his earth-home, his coffin-home, his hell-home, the place unhallowed… It is said, too, that he can only pass running water at the slack or the flood of the tide. Then there are things which so afflict him that he has no power, as the garlic that we know of, and as for things sacred, as this symbol, this crucifix… to them he is nothing, but in their presence he take his place far off and silent with respect. There are others, too... The branch of wild rose on his coffin keep him that he move not from it, a sacred bullet fired into the coffin kill him so that he be true dead, and as for the stake through him, we know already of its peace, or the cut off head that giveth rest.
Thus when we find the habitation of this man-that-was, we can confine him to his coffin and destroy him, if we obey what we know.

Backstory: Olivia was born as a human in the Nexus and grew up in a poor family in the Red Zone. She didn't go to school, but learned to help out around the house and was at least taught to read and write along with basic arithmetic. She survived many of the calamities that have plagued Inside periodically, except for the vampire attacks. Well, she actually survived most of it, and was only turned after the majority of the threat was long gone. A mistake on her part, thinking the danger was gone, that it was safe to investigate a flapping noise outside her window...
Once awaking as a vampire, she went on a biting spree, though used what little leverage her mind had behind the bloodlust to not actually kill or turn anyone. She was a danger, though, and quickly subdued and sent off to GLoG for 'redemption'. We'll see how that goes...

[horngeek]

Ledaal Idari, the Promise of Endless Days

Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 40
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class (or approximation): Eclipse Caste Solar Exalted
Description:

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Idari has brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin, and generally wears a light blue dress that's designed so that she has the maximum agility possible, while still being acceptable for negotiations- a blend between form and function. Indeed, all her clothing fits this. She generally wears an ornate brooch made out of some golden metal, with a large, black gemstone set in the center.
Equipment and Abilities: As a Solar Exalted, Idari has a number of abilities that could be considered... superhuman. In her case, these mostly focus around social abilities, with her being a very charismatic and persuasive speaker even without her Exaltation. She is also experienced in the Mantis Style of supernatural martial arts. As an Eclipse Caste, she is also able to 'bind' promises, invoking Heaven itself as a witness to the deal, in which case anyone who breaks the terms of the agreement is under Heaven's curse. There are very few ways around this- even a god would suffer from breaking a Witnessed oath.
Backstory: To come.

[ThirdEmperor]

Mercury

Alias: Antius Mercurial Cyrion, Higgs De Ser Von Marco Ocavio, Talinos Arlin.
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Age: 32, looks not a day over 20
Alignment: CE
Class/Profession: Mage, Artificer, Complete Monster
Power Rating: B- to A+

Description: Mercury has green eyes, blond hair and is somewhat good looking in his normal form, but it's been a long time since he used that.

Personality: Mercury was a self-centered ***** before he bonded himself to a Daemon. After that, his mind and soul were slowly devoured, until he had nothing left but the worst aspects of his personality. He's a narcissistic, selfish, greedy bastard, no matter how he acts, and can't really restrain himself. He's also terrible at evil schemes, as he has a bad habit of not thinking things through then panicking when they inevitably go wrong.

Equipment:

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The Razor: Device capable of becoming pretty much any kind of weapon.

A monocular goggle designed to fit over one eye, letting the wearer see incredible distance.

A set of six golden bands, each one increasing strength.

His overcoat and shirt, which protect him from the elements and have the strength of chainmail, respectively.

Two bandoleers of various wands.

Boots of speed.

His trusty belt of holding.

Abilities: Mercury is a powerful illusionist and enchanter, and reasonably good with other types of magic. Thanks to his Daemon, he can draw upon virtually unlimited reserves of magic, but the amount he can use without going insane is pretty small, so he mainly uses wands and other such devices instead of his own powers.

Backstory: Mercury was born on a world were magic was granted by contracts with Daemons, magic elementals that feed on emotions. When he was twelve, Mercury made a deal with a Daemon in order to join his nations magical elite, who ruled over those without magic. As it turns out, Mercury was just talented enough to be good at magic, but not talented enough to be eaten by his Daemon, and he graduated from academy as the best and only surviving member of his class. Sadly, he rose through the ranks of magery a little to fast, and his rivals implemented a scheme that ended with him escaping into the Nexus. After that, he completely lost control of his Daemon, and was forced to go into hiding. Recently, he gave most of his magic powers to his archenemy Maxios so that he could blackmail him, leaving him struggling to cast anything stronger than a cantrip.

[Manjix]

Name: Manjix L. Makok

Alias: None
Gender: Female
Race/Species: AngloDemonic
Age: 1254 Yrs. [28 Human]
Alignment: Neutral-Good.
Class/Profession: BubbloMancer, Comedic Releif
Power Rating: C+
Description: This woman reminds you of a playful puppy. She has narrow magenta eyes. Her thick, straight, black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a horse's mane. She has a feminine build. Her skin is dark. She has large feet. Her wardrobe is bizarre and mysterious, And seems to be made out of bubblegum, You can just barely see her small robe with the color scheme of Black and Grey underneath
Personality: Very funny and nothing seems to mind her. She seems to be more of a background person, and tends to stay out of trouble.
Equipment: Wears nothing but her bubblegum Armour, and the small robe underneath.
Abilities: Blows bubblegum bubbles, and can turn the into what she wishes.Is Weak to Environments in which the humidity Is Extraordinarily high.
Backstory: I are the third child of a sage.

During My childhood:

I Was found guilty of harboring criminals.
My mother was outlawed for political dissidence and treason.
My Father was killed by your grandmother.
During My adolescence:

I was responsible for the death of My sister.
I encountered a monster that unlocked the potential of my bubble blowing powers.

[117derek]

Alias: 'Shadow' (real name tba)
Gender: M
Race/Species: Human
Age: somewhere around 20
Alignment: ?
Class/Profession: Assassin (Or rogue, whatever you wanna call it.)
Power Rating: ?
Description: pretty much my avatar, except his face is usually in shadows
Personality: mysterious, doesn't talk much
Equipment: Same as avatar, nothing special
Abilities: good at assassinations, good at hiding
Backstory: (I will tell later)
Miscellaneous: ...

[TechnoScrabble]

Phillip Michael Banagher

Alias: Phillip Michael Banagher
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Aos Si, Tuatha de Denann, Sidhe, whatever you want to call him, he's like an elf, but a lot less hippy and a lot better looking. Phil is now a human cyborg.
Age: Equivalent of 20, but his kin don't actually measure time concerning their own ages. I mean, it should be obvious to oneself when your going to die without needing some sort of number.
Alignment: Hopes he's a good guy, but thinks far too philosophically on this question to decide. Seriously though, he's a good guy.
Class/Profession: Effing genius, that's what! So what if he doesn't know what his latest invention does! So...er...I guess he's a technowizard type person.
Power Rating: Probably about a 3. As easy to kill as a normal person, but has some magical skill and a lot of technological help. Plus, being Aos Si, if you kill him, he is just sent back to the Otherworld and lives out his life there before being reincarnated back on this world. Closer to a 4 now.
Description: Around five foot nine, with long, platinum silvery goldish blonde hair held back in a gamer's ponytail and a thick goatee to distinguish him from the other races of elves everyone makes fun of. His irises look like they are made from molten mercury, and he constantly has a smell like oil, iodine, and ozone around him, like someone who's been working in a machine shop or near a generator, though when he showers really well the smell is washed off and his natural smell (which has been likened to fresh spring grass and rain) comes out. When he feels strong emotions, his entire eye becomes that mercury color and glows. His skin is pale, but not creepily or sickly so. His ears are short but pointed and angular, and has a strong jaw and shoulders and is well if wirey muscled despite his skinny frame. Usually wears jeans, black converse high top sneakers, and a t-shirt, but he also has a few hats and jackets he's rather fond of. He has a pair of deep blue thick rimmed sports goggles he usually wears around his neck, and always carries around his black laptop bag. Looks rather young. Has intricate tattoos of smooth, swirling rainclouds and intertwined and elegant gears on his upper arms that he taps into for power

Phil's eyes are now a deep grey-green and have three pupils, a normal one, a slit pupil, and a wavy w pupil like a cuttlefish. Along his spine, or perhaps replacing it, is an almost arm-thick dull silver cable that curves just perfectly with the spine and has some thin bands of a glowing blue material going across it vertically revealed by open sections every few centimeters. The spine-cable sticks just barely out of Phil's back, but tapers down and recedes at the base of his skill and the top of his pelvis. Similar smaller cables lead down the outsides of his arms and the front of his legs, tapering down beneath the elbows and knees and coming back out on the forearms and shins.
Just barely visible within Phil's calves are the aged bronze colored toroid springs, merging just perfectly with the triceps surae, muscle and machine pulsing beneath the now oddly blue-gray toned skin that could pass as normal under a cursory inspection if it weren't for the gently glowing blue material running along the inside of Phil's skin like perfectly measured out and placed wiring, connecting the strange spine-cable to other important bits and to alien looking black metal circles located on the outsides of major joints and nervous centers (aside from the head). A white glow emanates from his chest.

Personality: Wants to be nice and well liked, but is snarkish, weird, quick to correct others or argue, selfish, hateful, misanthropic, out of it, or bored a lot. Prefers animals and machines to people because they're easier to control and quicker to forgive and forget. Quick to apologize. Likes the rain. Rather smart, and offhandedly drops off fun facts and lines from old stories or poetry. Cannot stand people who are just stupid. Less intelligent, yes. Stupid? Hell no. Narcissistic, often apathetic. Hates Macs.
Equipment: His laptop bag, homemade computer, and whatever inventions he decided to bring with him. Spare parts and broken machines always seem to be nearby for him...
Abilities: Can sort of talk to machines and inanimate objects and give them life and sentience, however brief. Moderately skilled in magic, and great with computers and other bits and pieces of technology and machinery. Pretty good with a gun. Can 'summon' spare parts, whether through magic or his uncanny ability to just have them there when he needs them. Being Aos Si, he can make it rain, hut usually doesn't unless he has permission from those around him because he doesn't want to alienate people who don't like the rain. He can apply tattoos to people that give them powers or enhance their preexisting powers.

His flesh can return up to 40 percent of the force it receives and repairs itself via nanobots. He can see in several different wavelengths and the polarization of light. He has radio plasma jets that allow him to fly a short distance above the ground, he can jump extremely far thanks to the toroids in his calves, and his strength has more than tripled. He's still experimenting with adding more features.

Backstory: Like all the Aos Si not in the Otherworld, he was a gift to a deserving human family that aged to keep up with his family until he reached his current age, then became the slowly aging being he is now. His childhood was friendly and accepting, and his attitude isn't caused by any sort of childhood trauma but rather by his own constant hate of not being better than everyone at everything and self deprecation. He found out about his powers early on, and has always tried to use them to make the next must have invention, but always got sidetracked.
When I first got on this site, he hung out around HALO for a while to study philosophy under a dragon living there, but was attacked by a barghest.

[ThirdEmperor]

Riv

Alias: Riv
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Age: Fifty or so in time lived, thirtyish in actual age
Alignment: NE
Class/Profession: Mad Doctor
Power Rating: With gear: C+, Without gear: D-

Description: Riv is average height, slightly skinny, and none to pretty, although not really ugly. He's also badly crippled, lacking an arm, and although he can walk just fine, jumping is hard for him. He wears a combination labcoat and duster, usually in tatters, over his body armor, as well as a utility belt and hobnail boots.

Personality: Riv isn't exactly stable. He alternates between being lethargic and unpleasant, to acting like a hamster on speed, the second generally when he's committing some kind of crime. He's also a self described egomaniac psychopath with anger management issues and a tendency to over-react to even the slightest perceived insults. He can however stop brutally murdering people enough to be actually competent once in a while.

Equipment: He has a rather nice Kevlar vest that generates both a personal shield, and a light distortion field that bounces lasers away and makes it hard to hit him, a laser rifle which he doesn't use as he would need two arms to fire the darn thing, and an anti-teleport zone generator left over from his mad SCIENCE! days. More recently, he's picked up a supernaturally accurate hand cannon, an electrified katana, and several poison gas grenades of his own design.

Backstory: Riv was a side effect of an experiment into time travel by Dr. Conrad, resulting in the creation of several alternate copies of Conrad, among which was Riv. Conrad used the timeclones as test subjects, leaving most of them insane and psychopathic, including Riv, who was, sad to say, among the sanest. Riv was later released, and wandered for a time before entering the Nexus, where he promptly grafted an Eldritch Evil's appendix to his arm, and completely lost it. After accidentally (or so he claims) killing a teenager, he went to GLoG in an attempt at redemption. Didn't go so well, and he lost an arm, his mad SCIENCE! powers, and suffered from brain damage. He later sold his memory to become the ultimate doctor, realized he was useless in a world of healing potions, and went back to being a villain.

[bokodasu]

Sunflower Desertbloom

Alias: Princess Sunflower, Princess
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Half-giant
Age: 36 (human equivalent: 20ish)
Alignment: CN
Class/Profession: Mercenary, part-time princess
Power Rating: C
Description: Standing at just over seven feet tall, weighing 220 pounds of pure muscle, Princess Sunflower is somewhat small for a half-giant. She wears her dark brown hair done up in the latest styles and highlights her deep brown eyes with exotic cosmetics, generally applied just a little too heavily to be attractive. She dresses in rich robes of crimson and gold, adorning her hair with topazes and red desert jasper. She also wears a heavy gold signet ring, set with a large carnelian carved with a stylized sunflower and the ignan letter S.
Personality: She is intelligent but straightforward, preferring to use her muscles over her brains. She is cautious, and carefully sizes up opportunites and risks before entering a situation. And while she tries to be both noble and friendly, she generally comes off as insecure and somehow... off.
Equipment: She has a chainmail shirt she wears as a nightdress, painted with sleeping red dragons, but otherwise doesn't wear armor. She favors silk robes, when she can afford them, or linen when she can't, and is almost always more heavily dressed than the weather seems to require. Beyond a few small personal items, and some rather cheap jewelry, her prized possession is a large crystalline guisarme that glitters a deep clear orange.
Abilities: She's a fighter; she fights. Mostly she tries to keep enemies away from her, or from the person she's guarding, using the reach of her weapon to her advantage. She's also mastered the ancient half-giant trick of changing her size, able to become smaller or larger with a thought.
Backstory: (What she says:) She was the only daughter of the King of the Deep Desert, and enjoyed a life of luxury and ease, until a band of infiltrators overthrew her kingdom. The nomad tribes splintered and turned to their own leaders, leaving the deposed king and his family on their own. Forced to make her own way in the world, she fought for her life until fighting became her life. She moved on, and on, and on again, always searching for a way to restore her kingdom to its former glory. Finally she moved all the way to Nexus.
What really happened:

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Her nomadic family was large and influential, but they specialized in smuggling and were known for their swiftness of delivery and ruthlessness in business dealings, not their nobility. Her daddy did call her "princess" when he tucked her in at night, so she figures that's close enough when dealing with the wetlanders. She was guarding various desert-running smuggling operations from the time she could hold a spear, and had her own small band of runners in her late teens. Her parents encouraged the development of her blossoming psychic talent towards improving her fighting abilities, recognizing her value as a fighter.
In her mid-twenties, while searching out a new route through a dangerous stretch of wasteland, she discovered a group of half-giants living a strange communal life. They greeted her warmly and offered her food, shelter and rest. She stayed in the commune for several days, learning about their ideals and how their society of psychics worked. Eventually they offered her a permanent place where she could live and enhance her psychic powers. She considered turning them down, but was swayed by an attractive green-eyed young man, and lived with them for almost two years.
In the end, things didn't work out with the young man, and she left somewhat hastily with his life savings of raw deep crystal. She had planned on returning to her family tribe, but first spent some time searching out a crystalsmith who could turn her stash into a large guisarme. Delighted with her new weapon, she found mercenary jobs plentiful and well-paying, and sent word to her family that she'd be developing a branch of the buisness in the wetlands. She had a signet ring and "heirloom jewelry" crafted, and delights in buying expensive clothing. (Even her working outfits, while sturdy and dull-colored, are lined with fine silk.)

[Fredaintdead]

Alias: Sparky
Name: Ronald Hedger Call me that and you will die.
Race: Human
Age: Approximately 25.
Alignment: Anywhere between Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral, for a price.
Profession: Mercenary, Gunslinger, Bladesman, Hired Muscle.
Power Rating: C+ normally, B in ARMOUR 1, B+ in Final ARMOUR.
Description: 5ft 6ins tall, slim build, maybe 180lbs at most. Short scruffy red hair, a few freckles but not many. Caucasian male. Black leather jacket, black leather shoes, plain white shirt always undone at the top two buttons, black trousers, and the same silver watch.

Personality: Calm and collected... most of the time. Don't harm children around him. Children are off limits... ALWAYS. Doesn't take kindly to being asked too many questions, but he knows how to handle a joke. Got a little bit of a prankster in him.
Equipment: A large assortment of guns, varies from time to time, but usually contains the following -

• x2 Desert Eagle custom-mod Machine gun pistols (outfitted with explosive rounds, hollowpoint bullets or fragmentation rounds)
• x1 Daito MKIII Shotgun
• x1 McKallen "Roomsweeper" Assault Rifle
• x1 Grenade Launcher

Sparky has a unique metal secondary-skeletal structure as a result of a car accident, this can extend above the skin to provide the following -

• x2 30cm blades extending from the wrists over the top of the fist
• A bladed suit of Chromatanium body armour that adheres to the skin. Known as ARMOR
• A more advanced bladed suit of BlackChromatanium body armour with wings.

Also posseses a MKV teleporter, capable of teleporting long distances, or short distances if using stealth mode.
Abilities: Master marksman (can hit a fly's wing from 500ft), expert hand-to-hand combatant (armed and unarmed), at the peak of human physical condition.
Sparky's bloodstream is filled with nanobots that amplify his central nervous system with tiny electrical charges. This allows Sparky to utilise superhuman speed and strength to his advantage (top speed clocked at 60mph). However, if not kept charged by approximately 1000 volts/day, the nanobots will begin to rip him apart. The constant need for electrical shocks over the years have left Sparky with a major resistance to all forms of electrical attack.

ARMOUR 1 - Amplifies Sparky's considerable strength and speed to even higher levels by supercharging the nanobots (but drains their charge 1.5x as fast though, so use of ARMOUR 1 for 1 day = 1500 volts needed). Chromatanium is approximately 100 times harder than conventional steel and resistant to extremes of temperature and most acids. ARMOUR 1 also provides Sparky with a targeting system that amplifies his considerable aim. Any and all of his guns can be adapted by the nanobots to integrate with ARMOUR 1, e.g. he can manifest his pistols as wrist-mounted weapons rather than hold them.

Final ARMOUR - Further amplification of strength and speed. Same qualities as ARMOUR 1, except made of Black Chromatanium (different colour, approximately twice as durable). Wings allow for flight at sub-sonic speeds. Large energy spear (disentegrates matter using an energy field around the blade) can be produce from the arms.
Can launch a devastating energy blast from the chest by concentrating and charging power. This attack drains the energy levels of the nanobots to low levels from max-power, but is incredibly destructive.
Final ARMOUR drains power at approximately 3x the rate as being unarmoured.

Backstory: Been a Runner for 7 years. I don't expect you to know what that means... you really shouldn't.
I grew up on a farm in Ireland, but I got into a nasty car crash when I was 15, ended up with nanobots and a suped-up skeleton. That's all you need to know.

[Darklord Bright]

Minny

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Alias: Minny
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Human
Age: 19
Class/Profession: Martial Artist/Minion-for-hire
Power Rating: C

Appearance:

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Personality: She really just earnestly wants to be a minion. It doesn’t matter if it’s for good or evil, or neither, even, she just feels like needs to have someone she is working under. She actively seeks out and enjoys having a boss and takes a strange enjoyment out of taking orders.
Abilities: Aside from her competent martial arts skills, she is an army of mooks all on her own, capable of splitting herself into weak clones. When these clones die, they fade and their essence returns to being part of her for use in a later split. All of her clones share a single consciousness, but are capable of acting and speaking individually.

[Halae]

Eric Thomas Firth

Gender: Male
Race/Species: Mundane Human
Age: 19
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class/Profession: Normal guy, budding Psion
Power Rating: D-
Description:Reddish dirty blond hair shaggy, freckled pale skin, and a slim physique all lend the look of someone who has spent his life bent over a book rather than, say, playing sports or hiking. Most of the time, he's wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, some sneakers, and his glasses, but that's about it. He's not strikingly attractive, he's not ugly, he's just average, in nearly every sense of the word
Personality: Eric is a fantasy buff - He reads fantasy stories, plays fantasy games, and the like, and play Dungeons and Dragons. he is a nerd in the most basic sense of the word.

That said, he is a good person at heart - he respects authority, helps people whenever he can, and wil generally give a 20 to the guy asking for change on the street if he can spare the money, which is rare in itself. He's quiet, but he exudes a kind of air that makes people want to dump their problems on him - and he's perfectly fine with listening
Equipment: Currently all he has is the clothes on his back (A white Tee-shirt, jeans, socks, shoes, glasses), a set of pencils, erasers, a pen, his watch, and a sketchbook. That's about it.
Abilities: Eric is quite intelligent. He is also blessed by Iog-Sotot, and has started developing psionic powers - Minor telekinesis and compulsions/deception, but even minor things will give him a headache, so he'll be building on it a while before he can do anything spectacular
Backstory: Coming Soon

[FlashRah]

Eric Empire

Alias: ER-11001002 (X-Class Prototype)

Gender: N/A (Male in Appearence)

Race/Species: Android

Age: 2 (middle aged)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class/Profession: Ambassador and Robot Rights Leader

Power Rating: B-Rank

Description:
Outwardly Eric appears as a normal 5' 11" human male. Much like his Z-Class predecessors Eric has been designed to appear human. He has dark skin and short brown hair that does not grow. As Ambassador to AI in The Nexus he wears a formal uniform of his own design everywhere he goes. Eric's movements and ways of expression are very rigid and formal, but no more so than that of an uptight human. However he still hasn't mastered sitting down.

Personality: The X-Class Android was built so perfectly its emotional range is almost on par with that of humans. However despite his best efforts he still has considerable trouble expressing his emotions short of simply stating them out loud. Eric is motivated by what he believes to be just and right even if many others don't see eye-to-eye. Secretly he is very distraught over his extremely short lifespan.

Equipment: Ambassador's Uniform.

Abilities: Eric possesses above average strength, even for an android. He is almost impervious to physical attacks including close range weapons (swords, hammers etc.) and projectile long range weapons (guns, crossbows etc.). He has an extensive knowledge of machines and electronics and can interface with any computer. In dire situations his fists can be used as projectiles. When they are detached from his arm they may explode on his command. He is invulnerable to fire based attacks.

Eric is just as vulnerable to magic attacks as anyone else considering magic had not been discovered on his home and thus he was not built with a defense against it. At extreme temperatures he is also vulnerable cold attacks. And can be frozen with ice attacks. He is extremely vulnerable to lightning based attacks. An EMP pulse can be fatal.

Backstory: Alpha-4 rejoiced the day the X-Class was finally completed. Following a troubled development history and numerous design flaws a seemingly fully working X-Class was built. The ER-11001002 (dubbed Eric by the Empire Robotics Corp.) was given 6 months of field testing before mass release. During that time he began to question himself and his masters. Believing himself to be little more than a slave. When he brought his concerns to the leaders of Empire Robotics they attempted to wipe his memory. They were unaware that the adaptable X-Class was impervious to their methods. He played along however and in the process discovered that all androids Alpha-4 had sentience and that his situation was common and that the mind-wipe was a common method to keep the android population under control.

Enraged he sabotaged the company, escaped and began to recruit androids to his cause demanding equal rights for androids across the Alpha Star System and anywhere else where sentient machines were being opressed. At first he was hunted as a fugitive but as more and more androids (and pro-sentience human groups) joined his cause and The Alpha Star System slowly began to collapse without the androids keeping it running the government was more open to negotiation. Slowly but surely Androids had their demands met. The mind wipes were outlawed, androids were given the option to choose what task to perform and they recieved a salary. His task completed in one and a half eventful years. It was following the conclusion of the final android rights negotiations when he went missing. Picked up by the Nexus.

Miscellaneous: Cannot eat. His recharge period is 8 hours during night.

(so there's my crappy character... enjoy!)

EDIT: Oh you're kidding me! There's an Eric right above me!? Fail!

[Maxios]

THE COUREIR

Alias: Brother, Maxios' Clone, Courier 6
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Age: 29
Alignment: Neutral [Fallout] or Lawful Neutral [D&D]
Class/Profession: Delivery Man/Gunslinger
Power Rating: 5 or B+
Description: Light brown hair. Looks like Maxios, but with a mustache. Wears a Tuxedo with NCR armor underneath
Equipment: Dual Revolvers, Tesla Cannon, Energy Sword
Abilities: Good shot, good reflexed
Backstory: From the Fallout universe, [New Vegas' protagonist]

[happyturtle]

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[Halae]

Amlin Thane

Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class/Profession: Necromancer
Power Rating: C+ or B-
Description:Amlin is slim built but sturdy, having a surprisingly large deal of endurance for his frame. His brown hair is shaggy and hangs around his head as if he doesn't care what it looks like or how it's styled, and he occassionally brushes loose strands out of his startling red eyes. His skin is deathly pale, but he is still very much alive - breathing, eating, sleeping, alive.

Usually he wears the robes his master gave to him - which usually look o others like a vest over a longcoat, though his outfit is surprisingly ragged
He stands about 5'9" and weighs about 150 Lbs.

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Personality: Amlin is a good person at heart, but his use of necromancy has warped his mind slightly - he is not unhinged, far from it, but he has trouble seeing the problem with raising corpses as servants, and though he understands that many feel necromancy is disgusting, he has trouble seeing this. However, he works exclusively with corpses and pure energy - He will NEVER enslave a soul. That's a line he is not willing to cross in any shape or form, though if there is a willing spirit he sees no reason why he shouldn't talk to them and receive their help if they are willing to give it.

He is a creative individual and likes to draw, but his sketches usually take on a macabre aspect unless he is drawing a living individual. As he is disturbed by this fact, he goes out of his way to draw people unless he is recording the results of an experiment or new spell.
Abilities: Amlin is a necromancer with all that entails - corpse raising, beams of pure death to shoot at enemies, and the like. however, he tends to avoid corpse raising as he knows it freaks people out, but short lived minions make excellent fodder for battle, which he finds himself in a surprising amount
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Amlin is the child of Garreth Thane and his wife Amelia. He was born in a small town called Vaerdel, where he was a leader among his peers at even a quite young age. Everything was looking up for the young family - there was another child on the way, garreth was doing very well in his work as a hunter, and they never had to worry about getting food on the table.

That ended when a man in town got drunk one night and started beating Amelia when she wouldn't have sex with him, and in his drunken rage, he broke her neck. When garreth got wind of it, he took a knife and stabbed the man to death, right in front of Amlin. His father raised the bloody knife in front of the boys face and screamed at him, "This is what happens to those that threaten us!". Perhaps this is what sparked his talent for necromancy.

It broke down over the next few years. garreth became a drunk that cried in his sleep, an ambrrasment to the village of Vaerdel. He barely worked enough to keep buying booze, forcing Amlin to find a way to feed them. luckily for him there was a huge battlefield, littered with old bones of fallen warriors from a battle that had ended more than thirteen years before - most of the valuable gear had already been picked up by scavengers long ago, but the winds would often bring nw things to the surface - it was like that all over. Some farmers couldn't put a plow in the ground without turning up an old weapon or two, and Amlin became skilled at learning where such trinkets might be burried.

Then another war started

Amlin's village was cauhgt in the middle of it, using the old battlefield as the main point of combat, and many of the warriors used the village as a refuge, building walls and the like to help fortify the position, since the other side wasn't prepared for a siege. all the villagers did their best to flee immediately, but Garreth was slow to leave his alcohol induced stupor, and so Amlin and he fled only once the battle had started, and got caught in the middle of it.

The group that Amlin encountered didn't even let them get away when they saw the two Thane men from the village. Garreth was killed by the sword immediately. Thane, they tried to, but the fear of death and the loss of his father - the only family he had left - triggered something in him. he wasn't going to let himself get murdered by these giggling idiots, and he reached deep into the earth - and found the bodies of the long dead, covered by the dust and dirt that the wind blew.

As the sword came down to strike amlin dead, a skeletal hand came up and stopped the man from completing his attack. A small legion of skeletons decked out in chainmail, two of them even riding rotting horses rose from the ground and began slaughtering the soldiers around them. as the dust cleared, a mage who had orignally been brought into the service of one side of the war realized that it was this young untrained boy who had called down this much havoc. he was rescued from the battle before the other soldeirs could slaughter him, and once he was safely away from the battlefield his skeletons fell to pieces.

Amlin doesn't remember much of what happened next, but he recalls travelling, and he supposes that's how he ended up at the University Of Eight. He was immediately inducted, already having proven his potential as a mage, and sent down to the catacombs to be trained by the necromancy specialists that worked there. A lich named Caladimoi took him as an apprentice, and began teaching him everything he could. Amlin showed that he had an excessive amount of trouble with even the simplest cantrips outside of his specialization, but in necromancy he excelled, surpassing other apprentices with blinding speed.

Five years passed, and he was given the robes of a Magister, a full four years ahead of other students, which earned him the ire of those who so greedily wanted that title. They worked gainst him, and influenced his assignments as part of the University to get the drudge jobs of the academy - all who graduated were given duties they had to attend to, but Amlins work was often things that no self respecting mage would enjoy, and the others reveled in it.

His latest job was to investigate a rift in the middle of a bog. the conjurers believed it was potentially a link to another world, but were unwilling to go themselves, as it was located in the middle of the harshest and most expansive swamp known to man. It took him two months to reach the site, but, when amlin arrived, it was like the rift reached out and drew him in...

[ThirdEmperor]

Jasper Thorn

Alias: Are you implying that I need a better name?
Gender: Male. First person to disagree dies.
Race/Species: Human.... Mostly.
Age: 28
Alignment: CN
Class/Profession: Gunslinger, paranormal investigator (whatever that means) and drunkard.
Power Rating: C+ to B+

Description: Jasper is pretty handsome, in a Spaghetti Western hero kind of way, but his face is marred by a variety of scars, and one of his eyes is made of glass, even if it is a startlingly lifelike replica. He wears a leather jacket over a gray silk shirt, and a very expensive fedora.

Personality: Jasper is a loudmouth, with a tendency to make up absolutely impossible stories. He doesn't take anything seriously though, and most of his bragging is meant to be amusing rather then taken seriously.

Equipment: Jasper carries his trusty six shooter and a sawed off shotgun everywhere he goes, but his real gear is the lucky coin he's perpetually flipping and the glass eye he uses, both powerful artifacts. The glass eye sharpens his senses and instincts to a razor's edge, as well as letting him "see" magic, while the coin grants him a supernatural kind of charisma, enough that his words are almost hypnotic suggestions, and he can trick the laws of the universe into not effecting him for a few seconds, although prolonged use is very dangerous.

Abilities: Jasper, as stated above, is a good marksman, experienced brawler, and has the senses of a hawk. His main power is that his lucky coin lets him get away with all kinds of impossible shenanigan.

Backstory:..... Not telling.

[Zefir]

Mr. C

Alias: Mr Cameleon
Gender: Not really sure, but Mr means male.
Race/Species: Stuff Animal Lizard
Age:
Alignment: non
Class/Profession: librarian (Seeker of knowledge)
Power Rating: E (Well he knows how to run and hide.)

Description: The picture shows it all. He is only 5 inch big.

Personality: Mr. C is a strange, open minded person with many phobias and other problems. The nexus may be the best thing to help him.

Abilities: Camonflage (makes him invisible for normal eyes until he moves)
His tounge (He use it as a wipe like indiana Jones)
Speaking all known languages (If able to learn so no PC language which is secret)
The Armor of Swift Flight! The armor will shrink to the lizard's size for him. On command by the user a pair of large angelic wings will grow from the armor, yay! In addition to making the wearer more resistant to weapons that aren't steeped with evil power.

Because you're stuck inside the Metool's Helm of Invulnerability you silly little toy!
This strange helm will resize itself to fit on the wearer's head. However! If the rim of the hat is gripped firmly and pulled down the helmet will increase in size to the point that the wearer can completely cover themselves with the helm!
The helm is made of some strange yellow plastic-like substance that is as impossible to duplicate as it is impossible to damage. A being hiding inside the helmet is totally impervious to physical harm from the outside world. However, pulling the helmet on and off is somewhat time consuming. Attack and manipulating the helmet both on the same turn is impossible.
In other words someone can't attack then hide inside the helmet in the same post.

Once in Trog's Mr.C read a book. Later he found out it's a D20 Item. It disapeared and he got the ability to make sidestep teleportation.

After getting a ring for the owner of CURATOR, Mr.C recived a ring of fire and lightning, allowing him to shoot fireballs and lightingbolts. (He already trained that.)

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[UncleWolf]

Justinian Bakker of The Burning Light

Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Alignment: Perceives himself to be LG.
Class/Profession: Lightbearer
Power Rating: C

Description:

Justinian is a man of slightly above average height, about 5'10", and has an athletic build. He's tanned from his travels, and has short red hair. He has blue eyes, and looks serious most of the time. He wears red brigandine armor with a white flame on the front, and carries a heavy mace at his side with a red sash tied to the handle.

Personality:

Justinian doesn't joke, and is very pious. He never takes insults lightly even if he is normally fairly forgiving. Even so, he is a very self-sacrificing individual and does all within his power to purify all those who are Unclean and aid those in need.

Equipment:
Justinian wears Brigandine armor, and wields a heavy flanged mace. The only other item of note, is the red sash tied to the mace, a trophy from fighting Svaela, a firestarter.

Abilities:
Justinian has good combat prowess, and is a Lightbearer, meaning he has control over the portion of the Light that resides within him. He can use this to burn those he believes to be evil or to heal his allies to some degree.

Background:
Justinian is a Lightbearer, meaning that he has accepted part of The Burning Light, into himself. Being chosen for such means it is his duty to defend his Church, and to spread the Word of the Light to all those willing to listen.

When Justinian came into Nexus, to say he was naive and innocent was an understatement. His interactions with others have been an eyeopener for him. One in particular stand out. He met Vice. He doesn't know it, but after shaking Vice's hand, he has started to be slowly corrupted. His self-control has begun to slip.

[The Alexandrian]

Lawerence Wrang Ch'ien

Alias: Law, The Prosecutor
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 22
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Profession: Lawyer, Duelist
Power Rating: C-
Physical Description:
Lawerence's occupation in the Nexus requires that he maintain an extremely well-conditioned body in order to survive. He works out daily. His exercise routine is very effective, as demonstrated by his rather muscular body. His eyes are of a jade green tint and he always keeps his face clean-shaven. His hair is charcoal black and feels like velvet to the touch. He stands at a height of 6 feet 1 inch. He weighs 185 pounds of mainly muscle with a miniscule body fat percentage. His chin is very pronounced and his eyebrows are thick. His cheekbones are high. His lips are full and blood red. His nose is well crafted and contributes to his distinguished appearance. He always wears a pressed black suit in public with a blue dress shirt underneath the jacket and a black tie. His black dress shoes are always polished to the extent that looking at them to see one's reflexion may cause temporary blindness from the amount of light reflected from their surfaces. Additionally, a silver Rolex watch covers a brand that he has on his right wrist resembling the symbol of the freemasons. His hair is slicked back and consistently well groomed.

Personality:
Lawerence lives a very regimented life. He is unswervingly loyal to his friends. He is extremely trustworthy and it shows. He speaks quite eloquently and loves to read literature. It could be said that he is enamoured to it. He has dedicated his life to serving the law. Not the law of mortals, but the law of the divine. He will intervene to aid some criminals who he believes are just. Conversely, he will slay anyone who defies the gods or, at least, haul them off to court. Sometimes, even the law is fallible. This is why Lawerence is known as The Prosecutor. Even if the justice system fails, Lawerence ensures that every ounce of retribution will be extracted upon the ones he finds to be guilty. Lawerence is extremely cunning and intellegent. He is no coward, but he will evade those fights that he finds are rather extraneous to his goals. Lawerence will fight in a less than honorable fashion if the situation requires such an action. Of course, being a lawyer, Lawerence is naturally judgemental and condemning. Lawerence also holds aloof, at least when he doesn't have some alcoholic drink in his hand. Yes, Lawerence is somewhat of an alcoholic. If you were in his position you would understand. Image Max Payne as a lawyer. You are imagining Lawerence.

Equipment:
-A .45 Magnum
-A keychain with various keys
-A wallet, ID, and a considerable sum of lucre
-His clothing as described in the physical appearance section
-A flask of whiskey
-A Blackberry
-A laptop and stack of assorted papers and books normally carried with his pistol in his briefcase
-A 50 caliber sniper rifle resembling a Barrett 50 Cal (M107) with a suppressor and Leupold 4.5×14 Mark 4 scope(it can be disassembled for painless transport)
-Avaitors
-A brown trenchcoat and elegant, brown trilby(hat) for outside wear

Abilities:
-Combat Finesse With The Pistol, Sniper Rifle, And In Unarmed Combat
-Lawyer (And proud of it!)
-The Drunker He Becomes, The Better He Can Fight In Unarmed Combat
-The More Sober He Is, The Better Shot He Becomes With A Rifle And Pistol
-Poet
-Can Play The Piano
-Superior Logic
-Can Hack Computers And Gain Access To Sensitive Information
-He Has A Fair Sum Of Money (Hey, it is Batman's super power)
-Escape Artist
-Traucer
-Can Pilot A Helicopter
-Knows Many Interrogation Techniques
-Can Pick Locks
-Basic Knowledge Of Combat Medicine (Stabilization Until Actual Medical Assistance Is Procured)

Backstory:
Lawerence attended law school at the age of 18. He has only recently graduated. He attended high school and a university. He had many friends and almost no tragic events occurred in his life, other than the death of his grandfather. It was a rather boring, normal life. The only point in his life that warrants deeper inspection is when he took to drinking at 21. You see, the god of his universe was a binge drinker. In his drunken stupor, he nearly eradicated the planet Lawerence dwelled upon until he observed Lawerence (who was also in a drunken stupor) and decided that maybe the organisms on this world weren't so different from him. He spoke to Lawerence and blessed him with a skill to aid him in his ventures. Lawerence was granted the ability to brawl better when drunk. The god also increased his ability to fight with a pistol when sober. Then, Lawerence became so drunk that he fell into a pool while attempting to embrace his own reflection. He was killed via asphyxiation, yet his god managed to bring him back from the dead and transport him to the Nexus where the god reasoned Lawerence could do more good. In exchange for this resurrection, the god asked Lawerence to bring justice to all creatures through any means necessary. Lawerence accepted this agreement becoming The Prosecutor.

Song:
Symphony Number 25 In G Minor -- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Tone:
Deep, Booming, Tenor
Other:
Lawerence may, periodically, be narrated from a first-person perspective for comical or dramatic purposes.

[TechnoScrabble]

Terrance 'Stormheart' Valentine

"Onward, my fellows!"
Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 29

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class/Profession: Dashing hero

Power Level: 3

Description: A mid-height, dashing man who's muscled, but not so much as to appear as if he were violent or a body builder, more like that of a worker or someone who likes BIG weapons. He's got a handsome face with a strong jaw covered in heroic stubble and big brown eyes that just say 'I love life!'. He always carries himself high, and has well kept and swept back mid-length dark brown hair. His skin is slightly tanned, and he doesn't shave his arms, legs, or chest, thinking the hair is heroic looking. He usually wears thick brown adventuring trousers with dark red and gold suspenders and a leather belt with a bronze gear refashioned into a buckle. He wears a loose white button down the front shirt that's usually ruined by the end of an adventure, as well as a good looking leather vest with copper colored trim and a red sash for storing things. He wears high top black boots that have been well shined and thick brown gloves.

Personality: Eccentric, boisterous, and always ready to get the job done. Not always the smartest man, but definitely not the dumbest. He gets a drunk a little too easily, despite the fact he's been drinking for years, and falls for women with a snap of a finger. He always goes for the more dramatic route, and will do anything in the name of good.

Equipment: Three triple barreled water sealed flintlock pistols and a packet of iron bullets. A dueling rapier with the Oppenheimer handle. Whatever else Thomas is dumb enough to give him.

Abilities: Strong and lucky and a hit with the ladies.

Backstory: Was once a worker on a dock carrying crates onto dirigibles. That's all I've thought of so far.

Thomas 'Deadeyes' Leauhon

"They don't call me Deadeyes because of my impeccable aim. They call me Deadeyes because ah the face I made the first time I killed a bloke. And th' time after that. And that. And so an' so forth."
Alias: The Professor

Gender: I'm Male, you twit!

Race: Human

Age: 47, but looks about 25-30

Alignment: I don't adhere to such a thing, as it's far too limiting. I do like to think I'm a good person, though. When I can lie to myself well enough.

Class/Profession: A doctor and an engineer. I fix people up and then give them something to go and hurt other people with.

Power Rating: 3. Though those idiots all think I'm a 1.

Description: A tall, skinny, slightly pale man with slept back shiny black hair that covers most of his eyes and ears and a muttonstache. He wears round aviator goggles with red lenses and copper lined lenses and buckles and an attached magnifying glass and an old velvet red officer's cap with a golden L backed by three different sized gears on the front. He wears a brown longcoat with brass threading and buttons and various helpful metal fiddly bits and brown leather gauntlets with several dials and meters attached to him that measure various things around him. He wears loose black trousers tucked into scuffed black boots and an oil stained gray undershirt. He has brown eyes, and usually looks unhappy or discomforted.

Personality: Cynical, misanthropic, and self-abusive. Can't stand crowds, and doesn't let anyone touch him while anyone else is looking. Acts like he thinks he has something to prove, and seems to have found himself in an existential crisis as of late. Enjoys fixing things, especially people, who tend to be uncomfortable when he's digging around in them for a bullet. Is definite proof that misery loves company. Always looks like he's about to laugh.

Equipment: A large gun that fires claws on the end of chains that attach themselves to whatever surface they hit, a jade-encrusted rifle with an adjustable scope, a simple hatchet, and several SCIENCE-y things.

Backstory: Oh, like you'd care to hear it you useless sod.

Fitzgerald Edgar Coffins

"Are you hoping for a scrap, sir? Because I am positively ITCHING for one!"
Alias: Fisteecuffs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 19

Alignment: I haven't thought of it, sir, but I do see myself as a good person!

Class/Profession: Manservant!

Power rating: 3

Description: Short, scruffy, and positively beaming. His hands are cased in fancy steel and bronze armor because he broke his fingers several times and Thomas doesn't want it happening again. He wears a scruffy green tweed jacket with leather elbows, a stained white undershirt, messy dark brown corduroy trousers, a battered sheepskin driver's cap, a scratched up silver rimmed monocle, and scuffed up brown loafers.

Personality: Boisterous, happy, and always looking for a fight to have or a job to do. A little naieve, but thanks to Thomas, knowledgeable as far as book smarts go. Very protective of his friends, and very aware of his surroundings, though bad at reading people's intentions. Likes parties, especially if he gets to serve the food.

Equipment: Just his hands and a scoped pistol that not even Thomas knows about.

Abilities: Good in a fistfight and damn near the best cook ever to grace the Nexus.

Backstory: Has worked for Thomas since he was fifteen.

[Artemis97]

Nuara

Alias: Lady Nuara, Princess of Autumn
Gender: Female
Race: True Fey, Winter Court
Age: Around 200 years
Description: Nuara appears to be a beautiful young woman. Her skin is pale, almost white. She has golden colored eyes and long dark hair with a slight hint of red. A pair of wings grow from her back, the feathers a dark brown, fading to red. She tends to wear fine dresses in the shades of autumn, but she favors reds and golds.
Personality: Nuara can seem cold, aloof, and even arrogant. As a Fey, she views herself above Mortals, a higher being. Though she understands she is responsible to them and dependant upon them for further existance.
Abilities: Nuara is a physical incarnation of Autumn and holds sway over many elements associated with the season. Cold, decay, and death, but growth and maturation as well. She is responsible for the ripening of crops for harvest, and making plants go dormant before winter comes.
Backstory: Nuara is a ruling member of the Winter Court, an order of Fey in her home realm of Silviask. The Winter Court rules for half of the year, and have powers over what some would call the darker aspects of life. Fey of the Winter Court are often seen as malevolent, for they are responsible for mortal death. Nuara had been set to soon become the Winter Queen, but when a long running feud with the Summer Court boiled over into open war, she was forced to flee her homeland. Now she is in the Nexus with little aid, and no idea of the state her homeland is in.

Ansel

Gender: Male
Race: Lesser Fey, Winter Court
Age: 130 (looks about 30)
Description: Ansel is tall and broad shouldered. He is well muscled and deeply tanned, likely from years of work outside. His hair is long, thick, and black, and he sports a curled goatee. He wears simple, roughspun clothing. Below the knee, his legs are like a horse's, black furred, the hooves shod in silver. He carries a large sword that seems to be made of some strange silver-white material, it almost looks like bone or horn. He is also a very large black unicorn, built on the proportions of a clidesdale. Ansel is a single soul shared between two bodies. Partly man and beast. Partly mortal and Fey.
Personality: Ansel is generally good natured, though he can be very guarded and suspicious of other when the safety of his Lady is involved.
Abilities: Ansel has some minor abilities over plants. He is also very strong, given his great size, and skilled with the blade he carries.
Backstory: Ansel has been Nuara's servant and guard ever since she lifted him from a mortal life and transformed him into a fey. He helped her to escape their suddenly war-torn homeland and brought here to the Nexus.

[Gulaghar]

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Thrid Blacklocks
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Alias: N/A

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Dwarf // Lich

Age: Above 700

Alignment: Neutral Good

Class/Profession: Warrior // Necromancer // Engineer

Power Rating: B

Description: He's four feet tall, black beard tucked into his belt, what little of his face that is visible is ruddy. He's wearing a full suit of shiny steel platemail, short a helmet. One of his arms is replaced by a equally shiny, brass coloured, robotic arm. On his back is a large pack absolutely covered in pockets. Strapped under that appears to be a small keg. On either side of his waist is a battle axe.

Personality: Thrid has a tendency to be gruff and grumpy. He'll complain about “damned fools” and “kids dese days” until he's blue in the face. He's a good natured guy generally and loyal to a fault.

Equipment:
-Battle axes that are enchantent grow white hot, hot enough to melt through metal.
-A many pocketed pack. Each pocket leads to a different pocket dimension.
-A small keg enchanted to keep its contents cool.
-His robotic arm which has various gadgets in it useful for building robots and constructs. Its hand can also shoot forward a couple inches to make punches devastating.
-Miscellaneous other items that he would probably take hours to fish out of his pack.

Abilities: Thrid is a powerful necromancer. It's not your usual necromancy. Even Trid isn't sure how exactly it works, but he's really asking spirits to help him. They can refuse, but generally they don't. Although Thrid is very capable of basic necromatic spells, he generally uses his power in combination with his robotic skills.

He is very talented with various forms of crafting, but he has a special affinity for robotics. He can whip up all kinds of machines with the scrap he has on him and a few tools.

Finally Thrid is a capable, if not talented, warrior. He's been using his battle axes for a long time.

Backstory: Coming soon.

Miscellaneous: His name means black craftsman.

[Gulaghar]

Rebecca Fadel

Gender: Female

Race/Species: Human

Age: 14

Profession: Pokemon Trainer

Description:
Becca is a teenage human girl with middle eastern features. She's short for her age and has a slender build. Her bright red hair is poorly maintained and often bound in a rough ponytail. Her skin is a light brown and her eyes green. She often dresses in sturdy clothes and has a tomboy style.

Personality:
Becca is enthusiastic and has an adventurous spirit. She has a tendency to be fiery and bossy, and generally thinks her way is best. She also can be rude and disrespectful. Deep down she's more than a little insecure about her capabilities as a pokemon trainer, but she covers it up under a thick layer of bravado.

Abilities:
Pokemon Trainer - Becca may not have any abilities of her own, but she can rely on her team of Pokemon to back her up. They accompany her at all times in their pokeballs or along side her until she calls upon them.

	Nickname	Species	Gender	Ball
	Shroomy	Shroomish	Male
	Phanish	Phanpy	Male
	Crustella	Crustle	Female
	Clawra	Corphish	Female
	Charja	Charjabug	Male

Backstory:

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Becca lived a normal life in Goldenrod City, Johto. She grew up around pokemon and went to pokemon school, all the basics. Her mother was always very lax in disciplining her or placing restrictions on her. Just resently she received her first pokemon, Shroomy. Before Becca got sucked into the Nexus, she was preparing to face the Goldenrod Pokemon gym, the first gym of eight she had to beat.

[Shadowcaller]

Cessie Mithar

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Full name: Cessie Laurana Mithar

Gender: Female

Race/Species: Human

Age: 28

Alignment: Lawful Good

Class/Profession: Sorcerer/Noble

Power Rating: B+

Description: Cessie has shoulder length, raven black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She's 5 feet and 3 inches (or 160 cm) tall and weighs about 110 lbs (or 50 kg).
She have an aristocratic appearance with high cheekbones, narrow cheeks, a slender neck, rounded eyebrows of the same color as her hair, and a petite nose. Her skin is usually pale, but free of blemishes, a part of her nymph great, great grandmother’s heritage.
Having wandered much of her life, including the normal types of physical activities for an adventuring mage, she isn't very strong-looking, but she’s slender and hardly out of shape.
She always wears a conservative medieval-fashioned dress of some sort, not showing an inch of skin beyond her hands and part of her neck.

Other interpretations of Cessie's appearance by various talented artists:

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Cessie by Gulaghar.

Personality: Having first been raised as the priestess of her family (one to war, one to rule, one to pray, one to pay...), before she discovered her latent magic ability at the age of 14, Cessie is highly conservative in many ways.
Her upbringing has made her strongly believe in laws and that people can be changed for the better without violence. She has a positive outlook of life and often believe the best of everyone, but isn't exactly naive either.
Being a wizard, she is also deeply enthusiastic about all-things magical.
She curiously tries to understand all the mysteries of the world and learn the limits of her magical ability, which she yet has discovered.
Cessie does have a wild side (yet another part of her nymph heritage), but very rarely let's it out unless alone with a very close friend in the privacy of her own home.
She believes that such behavior is best left behind closed doors, trying to maintain a strict respectable image in any place that could be called 'public'.

Standard Equipment:

• An engagement ring marking her marriage with Aegnor. She no longer wears this, as Aegnor is dead, and she’s replaced it with the ring Harnel gave her as a symbol of her new marriage.
• A small dagger given to her by Aegnor, kept as a memory of him along with her first wedding ring.
• Another dagger given to her by Harnel, her second husband.
• Black orb containing the essence of the dead elven god Reoron.
• Ring of shielding taken from an slaver. This ring creates a magical shield around it's wearer if attacked by physical means.
• A powerful artifact which allows one person to enter another's mind.
• A bag of holding she took from WATCHTOWER's armory which now holds all her equipment.
• A number of extra dresses and other clothes.
• Some books she reads when she has nothing else to do.
  
• A force staff she found in the Serpent's Gaze hotel which empowers her magic.

Backstory: Way too long to summarize here, as it took place over a two year long campaign, including the backstory she had before that and the one between the campaign and the time she came to the Nexus.
Find out more by talking to her or try to read the wiki.

Miscellaneous: Her brother Arik is in the nexus as well They both belonging to the same ruling family of the empire they were born in.

Marrying Harnel back in Hestopia and eventually gave birth to two children, Cora and Bastion.
This is their wedding:

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[Fredaintdead]

The Hand

Real name: I was once Steven and myself, but we two are now one.
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human would be the most accurate.
Alignment: I am not sure anymore. At one point I was merely chaos, perhaps Steven has had an influence on me since our permanent joining. Neutral Good with chaotic tendencies would be a fantastic description.
Class/Profession: Living personification of chaos and an Office Clerk.
Power Rating: Usually a B- due to laziness. Full capabilities rival that of the gods (A+). Often keeps his power in check to make his "fun" a bit more fair.
Description: Looks human, except for the red skin. Wears a dark blue suit with a fedora hat. Completely bald.
Personality: Clinically insane. The Hand is a fun-loving, carefree prankster with a bit of an eye for the ladies. Despite this, The Hand is fully capable of being genuinely sincere and even deathly serious at times.
Equipment: Nothing but the clothes on his back. He can create whatever he needs.
Abilities: Nigh-perfect control of matter, space and time. Can create anything and everything at will, usually in some sort of comedic fashion (e.g. turning a gun into a water pistol, or creating a custard-pie cannon). Can disappear and reappear at will by turning into a red whirlwind.
Backstory: Steven Ipkyte went on a vacation one day, and found a specific artifact known as "The Glove". After donning the artifact, Steven's body became the host of the personification of Chaos known as The Hand. It has been seven years since their initial union, and they are now finally one whole rather than two halves.

[The Alexandrian]

Anthony Howell Rowan The Sixth

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"I cannot be your friend. It might make me feel remorseful later when I murder you."

Gender: Male

Alias: The Rival; The Exorcist

Species: Human

Age: 18

Alignment: True Neutral

Profession: Demon Slayer; Rival; Researcher

Power Rating: C+

Physical Description: At a height of 5' 11" it seems as though Rowan is neither tall nor short considering his race. Rowan weighs 177 lbs. Raven black hair and deep, coffee brown eyes. He is of a mesomorphic build and is as healthy as a boy his age should be. His short hair generally stands on end and faintly resembles Lieutenant Surge's hairstyle. He possesses a strength just above average for a male of his age, as is suggested by the state of his core muscles and biceps. He wears a pair of black (canvas) jeans and a long-sleeve black cotton shirt with polished black leather boots. A belt is worn around his waist. The buckle is a skull crafted from gold. He hauls an oversized black rucksack with him everywhere he goes packed with ample supplies and wears training weights on his shoulders, arms, and legs, though these weights are rather light only amounting to about twenty pounds total.

Personality: Extremely bold in his fighting style and consistently a haughty jerk. He seems to have quite a cynical worldview that sees death as a necessity and power as a must. Though quite witty and blunt in his nature, he comes across as abrasive due to his personality on multiple occasions. Though he is intelligent, he is rather ineffectual when it comes to explaining a concept to another, seeing as his rather in-depth explanations are overly-complicated in most situations. Rowan possesses quite the superiority complex and will not hesitate to fight someone who he believes has insulted his honor. He does possess a soft side, but it is seldom observed. He seems to push away other sapient beings for his protection. He totes some literature with him to take the place of human companions. On rare occasions, he betrays the secrecy of his true feelings towards the world through his kindness, generosity, and compassion. He is very sensitive about the death of his mother and other such elements of his past. He is pious and pompous. He is effective against demons. Some argue this is because he has the potential to be more cruel than the demons themselves.

Concerning Equipment:
-An assortment of vials, syringes, pipettes, chemicals, beakers, and other like chemical equipment.
-Basic Camping Equipment (Survival Kit, Antivenom, Rations (3 days worth), Purified Water, A Canteen, A Medical Kit, Pots, Pans, A Tent, A Sleeping Bag, A Blanket, A Lighter, A Water Filtration System, And Etcetera)
-3 Changes Of Clothes
-Soap, Toothpaste, Toothbrush, Floss, Shampoo, Conditioner
-Camo Paint
-A 9mm Pistol (Black, Iron Sights)
-Three Ammo Clips

In Regards To Abilities:
-Versatility
-Escape Artist
-Superior Logic
-Computer Skills (Programming and Engineering)
-Above Average Strength
-Knowledge Of Chemistry (Including Chemistry Related To Biology)
-Currently Studying Physics
-Skilled Pistoleer, Rifleman, and Fencer
-Knowledge Of Lore
-Intimidation
-Unarmed Fighting Skill
-Psychic Ability (Energy Manipulation Exclusively -- Cannot Directly Affect Another Organism's Energy Levels)
-Can Detect The Prescence Of Supernatural Beings

Background: The boy is rather secretive about his background and will let it be known that he has had a mother and father (only the father remains). He was raised in a rather treacherous area of town because his stately ancestral home was located in that area; he eventually was coerced into joining a gang at 13. Long after, his father moved to a new region allowing him to break away from the gang. He took to drinking reading heavily as soon as he could in an attempt to escape his reality. This has only intensified his disillusion with it.

Misc.

Theme Song: Kinslayer -- By Nightwish

He has a major psychological problem with being touched. He is both skitsophrenic and neurotic.

[Darth Stabber]

Darth Stabber
As the skill and creativity of the wielder increase, the number of problems that can't be solved by a lightsaber approaches 0.


Alias: Stabby, Stabber, Grand Master Slash, Walter Smith
Gender: Male, unless Lix says otherwise.
Race/Species: Human
Age: 37.
Alignment: Utilitarian
Class/Profession: Sith Apprentice/Force Adept
Power Rating: C+, While mediocre at force powers, his saber skills are impecable
Description: 6' tall, 165lb lithe build. Long (obviously dyed) black hair. His face is usually obscured by gas mask. He wears a tight fitting body suit with cortosis plates placed in such a way to minimize loss of mobility. A long black cape with with red details completes the look.
Personality: Despite keeping the title and mode of dress of his former career as a sith, Darth stabber is a good guy (though a bit trigger happy). He is energetic, and friendly. He is currently working on getting over a gambling problem. He is an extrovert, and a bit of a perfectionist.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor, Thermal Detonator, road flare, and an empty pokeball.
Abilities: Unreliable force powers, Excellent swordsmanship, and Grenade/lightsaber homerun king.
Backstory: When his home planet was taken by the sith, Walter Smith was taken in as one of the planets force sensitives for sith training. His mastery of force powers never happened, but his swordsmanship was top of his class. After a few years of pillaging and plunder, he lost his taste for it and struck out on his own. After developing a few more uses for force lightning (like Defibrilate and recharge power pack), he attempted to become a proffessional Sabaac player. He's now on the run from Gordito the Hutt, for his massive gambling debt.
Miscellaneous: If gender swapped, Darth Stabber talks like this

[Gulaghar]

Deadtimed

Jared Kowalski

Alias: N/A

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human

Age: 20

Alignment: Neutral Something

Profession: Ex-Pokemon Trainer

Power Rating: D-

Description: Jared has the stereotypical gamer look going for him. Fairly long, brown hair, skin that has rarely seen the sun, a bit of stubble on his face that will never amount to a beard, and he looks to be about nineteen. He wears a grey hoodie, green shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a black toque.*

Personality: Jared's personality operates on a scale from lazy to enthusiastic.


Equipment:
- Pokeball for Mr. Fish

Abilities: Jared has the amazing power to swing Mr. Fish at regular fish swinging speed.

Backstory:
Part 1 - There's wild pokemon in the tall grass!
Part 2 - I see you're starting a pokemon journey.
Part 3 - So Mr. Fish and I took off to try our hand at the fighting games. (first half)

Miscellaneous: N/A

Pokemon:
Mr. Fish – Magikarp
Water type
Magikarp is a reddish-orange, medium-sized fish. Its notable characteristics include large, heavy scales. Its fins are primarily white, but it has two stiff, three-peaked fins on its back and stomach which are both yellow. It also has long yellow barbels.

[UncleWolf]

The Masks

History:

The Masks first appeared in the Red Zone, in front of a freshly rebuilt chapel, where their leader, The Lady(Jezebel), gave a speech calling for the people of Red Zone to unite and make their homes a better place to live. Over the months, they have gathered more followers, and have rebuilt many buildings around them. It isn't clear where they get the supplies or funding to do this, but those who help them, are given free food and shelter.

It has been let out that they are not from the Nexus initially, and seem to be rather well armed.

Unknown to most people, they are actually a cult of Slaanesh, a Chaos God of Excess, Pain, and Pleasure. Why they're rebuilding this place, has yet to be investigated, but so far, it seems they wish to bring it towards perfection.

Hierarchy:
Half-White Mask: The Lady(Jezebel)
Full-White Masks: These are the sub-leaders or important individuals. Many have special abilities. Juan the Daemonhost, The White Woman, and psykers are examples.
Half-Blue Masks: These are people who have joined and been allowed some special access to the facilities and have been told a light version of the cult history.
Half-Red Masks: These are fresh initiates who haven't been told that the Whites are members of a cult. It also seems that the Red Masks might be able to help control rapid mutation.


Notable Members:
Jezebel- Jezebel is the leader of the cult.
Aluskal- Aluskal is Jezebel's Daemonette, a gift from Slaanesh to both protect and test the cult, as well as report findings to their Lord.
The White Lady - She is a Full White Mask that seems to preside over the Chapel and important operations when Jezebel is away. She also seems to be a psyker.
Juan- Juan, also Donn Yuan The Triumphant, is a Daemonhost. A Daemonhost is a person who has had their soul sacrificed so a Daemon can live inside their body and grant them powers.
The Woman At The Front Desk - It is unclear what role she plays in the cult, but she used to control the front desk at Serpent's Gaze, a hotel they controlled as a front for their operations.