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Real name: Exion Korru
Contact Info: previously posted
Character Name: zenom tronzo
Race: Demon
Age: 1235
Nickname: Blaze
eye color:red
hair color:black
hair style:long and left down to mid back
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 145lbs
Clothing: dark red cotton pants, a dark red loose cotton long sleeve shirt, black karate shoes, and a black leather belt

Family: no brothers, or sisters, and he killed his parents in battle

abilities:
Complete control over all fire up to and including hellfire.
Moderate control over black fire
Control over light, he can control it in all aspects...also he can use it to travel, as in can move at the speed of light, if need be.

Signiture Weapon:

Crimson Light : A Blade that takes the form of what he wishes. it self comes int he form of fire, at will. can easily be used to manipulate his fire, and concentrate light as he wants it.

Appearance: looks to be in his early 20's in shape and in appearance. he has dark black hair and his face isnt very weathered. though he doesnt fit the tall, his skin looks to hold a dark tan, and he looks fairly handsom.

Personality: doesnt talk to incredibly much. he stays to himself. he comes off short, and prefers the night, that is the one time you may be able to get to help him.

Goals: he wishes to relieve the curse that has been placed upon him.

History:

When he was young, demon years about 46, his Parents tried to kill him. they believed that he was going to be too strong. at that age, his abililties exceded both of theres. they attemped to kill him, and he defended them all by himself, ending there lives.

over the years he began to train his abilities under people making them his own and then moving on to the next supposed master of this or that. he soon found that not many were better than he was, but still it was fun to show them that he was better.

He continued to train his abilities, soon learning that he could control light. His control over fire intrigued him even more as he grew older. for a few hundred years he went to Ningen, burning demons that called themselves witches. at that time, a powerful demon, or he assumes it was a demon, laid magic that he had never encountered before on him.. cursing him to live for ever, feeling the pain of those he killed forever and all eternity.

now he is trying to find magic that will relieve him of his curse, so that he can kill when he needs to, without causing himself pain.

Real name: Exion Korru
Contact Info: previously posted
Character Name: Sephron Jenohva
Race: Half Seraphim Angel/ Half Nethro Demon
Age: 1943
Nickname: Daemon
eye color: Dark red pupil, dark red Sclera, and Crystal blue iris
hair color:normal dark brown
seraphim form: Blond
Nethros form: Black
hair style: long, down to mid back, bangs hang out in front, to his chest
Height: 6'6''
Weight: 200 lbs

Clothing: black boots, black pants, a dark blue shirt, a trenchcoat that has one sleave cut off, and dark blue leather gloves

Family:none, mother and father were killed

abilities:
Normal form:
Regeneration: heals himself rather quickly, takes more time to heal others
Holy: Holy bolt, and holy fire
hell fire, and all that is below it
semi resistant to all elements

Seraphim form:
Holy: All forms of Holy, very strong
Regeneration: heals himself, and others, almost instantly
Coldfire: a blue flame that freezes yets burns at the same time
Ice element: complete control over ice, and water

Nethros demon form:
Black fire: hottest form of fire, burns through almost any/everything
Dark magic: all forms of darkness magic
Regeneration: Fire actually heals this form.
Black lightning: controls electricity, and it is black
Telekinesis/telethepy: can read your thought, among other things/can lift things, and control things, with his mind.
Seraphim/Nethros form: abilities of all other forms +
Blackfire
Coldfire
Balefire: a devistating attack that will erase you from existance, and depending on how strong it is, from everyones memory to a certain time.
Infinite Devistation: an attack that uses Blackfire, Coldfire, and balefire all at once.

All forms: speed: mach 2, enhanced strength, teleportation

Appearance: in his normal form, he is rather handsom, fitting the tall, dark and hansom catagory. his eyes are what give him away. No wings
Seraphim form: two beautiful white wings reaching 7' from tip to tip. his eyes change to completely crystal blue. a golden aura appears around him.
Nethros form: Dragon like black wings reaching 8' tip to tip, two demonic like horns sprout from his head. a Jagan opens up in the center of his forehead. his eyes are completley black, his skin turns realy dark, and a dark red aura is arond him
Nethros/Serephim form: His wings are like his serephim form, only black. has no horns, but does have a jagan, his eyes are red, with a crystal blue iris and pupil. a deep purple glow is arond him

Personality: He will help you if he feels he needs to. he is easy to get along with, and even easier to like.

Signiture weapons:
Holy Chaos: this Katana had the Essence of a Holy dragon within it. the katana itself is gold with a golden aura around it. when he is in his Nethros form, he cannot hold it in his hand.
Divine Darkness: this katana has the essence of a Darkfire dragon within it. the katana is a deep redish black, with a dark red aura arond it. he cannot hold it in his hand when he is in his Seraphim form.

both come to him when he calls on them.

History:
he's been attempted to be murdered several times do to his origins. Neither the Nethros, or the angels could stand having a half breed of the other. his mother and father were both killed for what they did. and he has been alone since a very young age. a halfbreed picked him up, teaching him to use his abilities, and to deal with his emotions. he was taught that emotions were a great fuel to fight with, but do not show them, or let them get the best of you. he was soon taught how to tap into the power of each of his forms. though it was difficult, he mastered it over time, before moving on to the next one. when he had his angelic form perfected, he went to the plains of light, learning to stay in his angelic form for a long span of time without having to change back. he trained himself for years under the way of the angels, he soon leared to control holy energy, and how to heal himself, and others. Soon he felt content with the with what he had learned, being able to contend with even the best of holy users. he was taught the technique of Balefire. he was given a katana for winning a tournement of the angels. the Katana was called Holy Chaos. this katana had the essence of a Holy dragon in it, in had this because it was the only way to presurve the dragon, it was hurt beyond healing. he had done all he could in the plains, he returned to his master.

When he retured, his master made him work on making his Nethros transformation last longer, and he went to train in the way of the Nethros. learning to control Blackfire was not an easy task, but he eventually did it. he also learned how to use his Jagan. He trained for years under the strongest of Nethro's demons, hiding his true identiy from them. After many many years, he tested his abilities agains a high Nethros demon. He didnt win, but was givin a Katana for his efforts. this Katana was named Divine Darkness. within it was the Essence of a Dark fire dragon. he then made his way back to his master.

When he returned to his master, he found him dead, laying in his own blood. Like him, his master was hunted for being a halfbreed. out of hate, and anger, Sephron took exploded with energy. when the smoke cleared, a new being stood in the place. at that moment is when he called himself Daemon. for years he trained this form, looking for the killers of his master. hoping to find them to kill them himself, he still looks to this day.

Real name: Exion Korru
Contact Info: previously stated
Character Name: Michael Vaughn Senen
Race: half vampire/half seraphim angel
Age: 317
Nickname: Thorn
eye color:completely forest green, except for slit like golden pupils
hair color: red
hair style: short, and spiked
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 189 lbs
Clothing: black skeloton suit (suit that constricts the organs, and protects them) black combat boots (part of skeloton suit) He wheres a dark grey cloak to cover the suit.
Family: none
abilities: control over dimensional rifts (portals). these can go to where ever he wants. maximum of 9 open at one time.
Holy energy: no bale fire, and major wounds take time to heal
moderate control over electricity
Vampiric rage: dark moves become available. he now has the ability over dark magic, and shadows.

Chaos Form - A form that isnt divine, but is closer than anything else. his body changes to that of a divine, strength and power increase exponentially. what he can do is still unknown while in the form.

enhanced: strength, speed, endurance, and sight

Weapon: blade forged by demonic fires, its metal is stronger than most, and the symbols forged into the blade and hilt seem to enchant it, or something of the sort.

Appearance: Rather good build, not unlike an athlete. his facial features almost have a ''chiseled by the gods'' look, only a bit paler. he is somewhat alluring to the ladies. black wings, the feathers almost seem to be a bit leathery

Personality: helpful to those who need it. he seems to be a bit intimidating, but is rather nice, despite his racial mixture.

Goals: he seemingly wants to find his heratage. and has long since looked for it.

History : to understand Thorn, you would have to understand things before his time. His mother, Abigal, was sent from the higher angels of the plains. Her mission was simple, kill the vampires of earth. Through an unexplainable chain of events, she fell for one of them. Vaughn was the vampires name, and he had fallen in love with the angel. it was hard for him to explain, but he didnt care. Not long after had decided to run, it became appearant that she was pregnant. Soon after they had settled down, Micheal was born. They were not sure how things would turn out with a halfbreed, among the both of the races, it was forbidden to concieve with that of the other.

Micheal was brought up simple like, not told of his powes, not recieving any training. as his parents put it, he would not be involved in this feud. So little by little he began to work on this by himself, harnessing there energies. It wasnt until the age of 15 that he learned that he coudl create dimensional rifts. soon he would just step into the kitchen from anywhere, and sit down to eat. his parents became worried for him, but said nothing. Micheal worked on his abilities in the cover of night, and in forest. He trained himself often, and each session was hard, and long.

It was durring this time that his parents were found out by the angels. and during this time that the angels came. One night, when he was out late, is when the attack came. he could since fire through the forest, and ran in the direction, leading him home. The white flames that shot from his home enraged him, and he vowed that he wouldnt trust the race of angels, not if they would do that. Training continued under the vampire race, he had soon developed his Holy abilities, but kept them hidden from the vampires, for fear of death.

Vampiric rage was the last thing he learned, now near the age of 200. he had much experience in battle, and many kills under his belt. he then went off on his own. finding the new world of Makai. This was a new concept to him. nothing but demons and the such. oppenents were stronger here, and he soon learned that his abilities were growing stronger. years and years of training passed before he returned to the human world, the world of Ningen. now, and for the last 17 years, he searches for any other familly he may have.

Special Notes: Though he is a vampire, he feeds off energy, and not blood. he gets this energy from where ever, whether it be the land, or from his opponents aura, it matters not.

Real name: Exion Korru
Contact Info: this is beginning to get monotonous
Character Name: ashkore
Race: pure Holy Dragon
Age: 4837
Nickname: the bringer of flames
Hide color: golden
eye color: completely golden
hair color: n/a in dragon form, in his human form blond.
hair style: human only : long, about mid back, left down.
Height: dragon form is 56' feet from head to tail, 64' wing span, human form is about 6'2''
Weight: dragon form wieghs in at about 600,000 pounds, human form is 230 lbs

Clothing: A golden trenchcoat, on the back silver thead stitched in two silver swords crossed. Dark blue jeans, Black boots. pure white muscle shirt

Family: murdered.

abilities: Flight
shifting from human-to dragon form , and vise versa. he can also stop the transformation anywhere he wants it.
Holy energies: self healing, healing others, holy fire, holy bolts...electricity...you get the point.
can control the light intensity
Holy fire breath: Holy fire coming from his breath/ throat
he can comunicate telepathicly.
Bale fire breath: an ultimate, and rarely used move, erasing the effected from the timeline, and anything it had ever done. leave the user drained, and the amount of damage done is relevent to how much of the user's ''being'' it puts into the attack.

signiture weapon: Devistation: 42'' bladed, 7'' hilted Katana with runes and gems that protect it, and its master, from dark magic. also increases his holy's strength when wieldin it.

Appearance: Dragon: dark golden scales, brilliantly shine, glowling most of the time. they seem to have an unexplainable radiance to them.
Human form: golden locks, almost ''chiselled by the gods'' features. his skin is golden tanned in color, and his body is near flawless. dazling golden eyes, still full in color.

Personality: Over the years, he's grown cold hearted. ruthlacely killing the most of any that try to obtain him.

Goals: To kill all that hunted his kind.

History: Born in Ningen, the human realm, Ashkore was restricted on what he could do at a very, very young age. His kind, the holy dragons, tried to live in peace with the rest of the world. Learning to take on the human form, His kind attempted to live among them, for a few days a week. Stories of ''witches'' arose as strange things happened around the hidden dragons. Ashkore's parents took him, along with the other dragons, to live in a secluded area, up in the mountian tops.

Soon the dragons feared for themselves. Ashkore's and the other younglings began there training. They were coming into a world that no longer wanted them. Most of the other dragons had long since left this realm, or were in hiding more so than they were. Ashkore, and the eight dragons he traveled with, were the only dragons he had ever known. These happening, having to go into hiding, training in case of an attack, not knowing of other dragons. these began to shape his views on the humans, and other races that hunted his kind.

Ashkore was placed on hunting duty, which meant that he would be gone for days at a time, going down to the forrest. He hunted for dear, many at a time. the problem was that it took time to carry back up the mountain. this particular load was big, and ittook him time to make it up the mountain. what normally took only 3 days to take the food back up, took almost a week. reaching the top, the Dragon's den was demolished. burned marks on the rocks around them, melted ice, and burnt scales were laying all around the den. it was evident, from the tracks that were left, that human, and the such, were responsible. at this point in time, he was only around 1000 years of age. and not all of his abilities were present.

His tranformation went quick. first he began to shrink in over all size. His wings began to shrink, almost sinking into his back. as Ashkore got smaller, his tail continued into his tail bone, mending with the rest of his body. The smaller he got, the more human he looked. his scales began to mend together, bringing a darkened tan look with them. he was already starting to stand on all his back legs. his snout sunk into his face, and hair began to grow out of his head. Cloths began to make themselves appearant near the end.D own the mountain he traveled, following the tracks of those who he pursued. Days passed, and he could feel the imprent grow stronger, he was gaining on them. Ashkore found that the group had taken refuge in a town, many miles past the foot of the mountains. rather that immidiately seek them, he stayed out of site, making sure that he wasnt seen coming down the mountain.

Walking into the town, that there were indeed many people here, Ashkore could feel the presence of some sort of magic in the town. it wasnt strong, not on his level, but it was there. anger filled him as he walked into a building. he could hear a man boasting about his triumpth over the dragons, and how weak they were. It was all that he could do not to kill him and leave. he stopped himself, there were more here, all that it took to take down the den were here, and he would make sure they didnt leave. After the man's story, the bar cheered, like the people were happy that the dragon's were slain. this enraged him. he had no reason to let these people live, they had all brought it upon themselves.

Ashkore growled,"Pitiful." and walked out of the pub. the man telling the story was now intrigued and followed Ashkore. Ashkore lead the man through the village, until away from the ears of others. he spoke up," So, you single handedly took on eight dragons?" the wind blue by, showing that he held no weapons on him. this would make everthing easier for him to interogate the man, though being what Ashkore was, there wasnt a need for a weapon.

The man looked confused now, not knowing what to say. finally, the words came out," You werent one of my men there, how did you know how many dragons were there?" Fear was appearant in the human's eyes as he stood there. unsure what to make of this stranger.

Ashkore smiled, and his eyes glowed, showing the full gold," I know, for they were my kindred, and you will pay, as will you're men, for there deaths." He let an evil smile, as the words hissed from his mouth. as he raised his hand, a white, holy flame formed in his hand. the man ran, or tried to before the flame hit him in the back, and ran up his body. the man cried out in agony, and people from the tavern, along from the few inns that surrounded the street ran out, weapons drawn. Axes,swords, spears, bows. all were carried out by the murderes of his kindred, and now he knew that they were all here.

All Ashkore could do was let the word hiss from his mouth, almost in a growl," Murderers!" as he said this, his hands ignited in the white flame. This flame carried up his arms, covering them completely as he looked at all the men, armed. bows were ready to fire, and the men were shocked as they held up there weapons, as if to protect them from the flames that Ashkore held. His face twisted, almost with pleasure, as he watche the arrows fly toward him. He raise his hands, even with the flame covering his arms, Ice began to form from the ground, and slowly raise up. He laughed as the arrows struck and stuck into the white, icy wall.

Ashkore thrusted his arms forward the flames melted through the ice instantly. The flames continuted on, catching anything in its path on fire. the smell of burning flesh was instant as it struck the people of the town. Ashkore didnt stop there, he began to ignite the entire town a blaze, making sure that there was nothing left to live off of. It was then that he knew what he must do. the humans, and all other races for that matter, would pay for what they had done to the dragon race.

Time passed, and he had moved on, burning villages as he went. Time after time, the races tried to kill him, to defend against him. time and time again, they perished. Through out the time that he had on his own, he trained himself, as a way to occupy his spare time. as the years past, word had spread of the man in gold. not sure where they came from, he hadnt known of anyone to be left when he finished a town off. The man in gold was The Bringer of Flames. he had almost became an omen to the races. demon's angels, and humans alike. it mattered not what they were, only that they, or persons of there race, had hunted his kind.

As time passed, the races evolved, and there abilities were strong enough to give them confidence. he used them as sparing partners, killing them as he went. Ashkore searched and searched for dragon's in Ningen most of the time he was on his vengence spree. and it was to no availe, he began to think that they were all killed. it wasnt until an Angel, from one of the villages told him of another place, where dragons were plentiful. He agreed to spare the angels life, only if he was taken to see for his own eyes. To the Plains of light he went, and as he was told, many dragons were there indeed. Even more so, alot of them were his own race, and this came as quite a surprise to him.

Angels, not knowing who Ashkore was, began to train him in the way of the blade, showing him how to use it, and what their blades could do. maybe a hundred years or so passed and he trained. The dragon's had considered him as one of their own. it had been almost 2 millinia since the murder of his kind, and he was actually beginning to forget why he was killing them, only that he was suppose to do it. The dragons, after he had mastered the blade, and learned techniques from the angels, trusted him enough to inform him of an ability that he didnt know about. They explained what it was, and what it could do. The also explained that it would leave him drained. Balefire.

This took near one hundred years to be concidered skilled. Some said Ashkore was almost at the masters level, but the high dragon claimed that he needed much practice, and skill. even so, the dragons's attempted to make him swear loyalty, not to harm anyone unless there was no other way. With this,the visions of his past ran through his mind, and he began his rage on the plains. Villages and towns alike were no match for this knewly, and more skilled dragon. The angels had taught him not only the blade, but different ways of using holy magic. and the dragons had taught him of Balefire, the telepathic link that dragons can make, and that they can use balefire more openly than most any other creature.

Village after village, Ashkore burned, and slaughtered. men, woman, and children alike. Angels, as the other races did, were known to have killed dragons for the magic from the dragon's scales. it was near two hundred years that he went around, killing what crossed his path. A group of skilled seraphim angels, four to be persice, found him. They took him on, one by one. the fights werent long, and all but one were slain. with the last effort he had, the final seraphim sent Ashkore back to Ningen.

Times had changed much since he had last been there. Four hundred years gone brought new weapons, and such to the world. Stronger materials were found, and the humans were learning how to wield them again. Ashkore brought more villages down, reawakening the fear of him in the people. The bringer of flames became a nightmare to many. a god that some prayed to, to keep him away. Offereings and that of the such were made. Even through all of this Ashkore still came and slaughtered one village at a time. Through the years, he had began to get a feel for the people, seeing if they were indeed as evil as they use to be.

By doing this Ashkore would go to a pub in the town, and listen to the people. being in gold, not many would talk to himm, but he would get what he wanted. it was durring one of these times that a man walked up, and sat beside him. He wasnt sure who the stranger was, but he got a different feel from him. The man drank a bit, and turned. The man began to ask Ashkore what his views were. the man had known that Ashkore was the man in gold, or The Bringer of Flames. he knew what he had done, and just wondered why. When the stranger got the information he wanted, he disappeared out of the tavern. and off to unknown where abouts.

This bothered Ashkore for awhile, though the thoughts of those around him soon pushed the stranger out. This, as he expected, was another tainted village. greed, and want for power fillled the area, as did it the villages before this one. Its fate was set, and it too burned to the ground. This continued, as he trained himself, for years. Some times more than one, though most of the opposition thought themselves good enough, until they were aware of him being a dragon.

Over the next thousand years, he began to travel in his dragon form, drawing attention to himself, allowing the battle to come to him. He would bring the elite to him, and slay them. Then, apon this happening, burn there village, and move on to the next. it wasnt until the near the end of the this millinia that the stranger found him again. It was a shock to Ashkole, this time, this stranger explained himself. Through this, Ashkore found more than a threaad of trust in the stranger, or Cyn, as he liked to be called. Cyn offered him to work with him, they had nearly the same views, and the same way about fixing it. Ashkore is now working with Cyn, as a general. They are going from village to village, clearing them out of the unworthy. Towns have been unexplainably burning for the last many years, and not all from Ashkore's doing. Ashkore may be found with Cyn's army, but, he is not always there. He does many things on his own. Cyn seems to know how to find him if need be.

Real Name : Exion Korru
character name : Velix Alexander Malaishi
Age : Unknown
Race : Fallen Seraphim Angel
Nickname : veil
eye color: Red
hair color: white
hair style: 5 inches long, always thrown back atop the rest of his hair
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 217 lbs
Clothing : Fallen armor : Jet black armor with blood red veinsrunning across it. Dark Grey duster that's usually open. a metal mask that covers his nose and his mouth.

Family : bloodline is unknown

Abilities:

Control over all fire (not including bale fire, or coldfire)
Flight
Kinetic blasts - he can take the energy around him and throw it with extreme velocity
Dark Awakening - he can manipulate, and make, dark magic/darkness
Dark Holy - He creates a magic that's directly oppisite of holy magic, yet it isnt dark, per say.
Dark Fire Step - he can travel by darkfire, but it burns everything in between the travel points.

superhuman endurance, strenth, and speed.
Signiture weapons:

Final Destiny - Scythe with 2 foot long with a one and a half foot blade inbued with the ability to control Chaos energy

celstial matrix - Scythe thats 2 foot long with one and a half foot blade inbued ability to create and control Holy energy

Nightmare - A whip created from the hairs on the tail of the famed nightmare horse. it can withstand his darkfire, and amplify it as well. (he's the only one who can use it.)

Appearance - he stays in the background, looking like a drifter. you've more than likely seen him, but you wouldnt have known if you did. he has four black wings that come from his back, and a look of determination on his face.

Personallity - he has one of those dark personalities, that make you wonder who he really is. he tends to stay to himself, only interacting when the mood strikes him.

Goals : to make his way back into the plains. (he can never seem to get rid of his 'dark' side.)

history - updates will be added.

Real name: Exion Korru
Contact Info: you know it
Character Name: Gado
Race: half Were Tiger/ half ice elemental
Age: 73
Nickname: snowstorm
eye color: White
hair color: white
hair style: short, about two inches long, usually spiked
Height: while in a more human state, he's only 6'0''…while transformed, he's 6'11''
Weight: human form is about 190lbs….while transformed, nearly 500lbs
Clothing: White satin pants, and button up shirt, thin karate slippers.

Family: murdered.

Abilities: he has a strong attribute in ice, snow, and even water to a degree.

Feral Rage - The animal gets more control, and his strength, speed, hearing, sight, and endurance increases.

Ice of Atlantis - The coldest ice that he was taught to use, will freeze an entire body on contact, though its hard to control, and can easily backfire on himself.

Appearance: in human-ish form, he has a slight blue tint to his white hair, and a cold blue tint to his skin. He seems to be confident in his abilities.

WereTiger

Personality: very cold toward people that he doesnt know. if he trusts you, he will protect you with his life.his coldness is do to the fact that He's lived nearly all his life running from hunters and slayers.

Goals: to survive, and help others like himself.

History: when young, he witnessed his mother, and father, killed while trying to live together in piece. The were tiger clan that his father belonged to attempted to kill him as well, though the ice elementals raged war with them to protect Gado from harm. Soon, the ice elementals lost, and he was directed to run.

Little to his knowledge, the elementals were slain completely, and he had no help. He ran quickly, trying to avoid the tigers with his life. Over the years, he learned that he too could under go a transformation, and a white tiger, as was his father, he turned. His strength in this form was overwhelming, and he soon lost control. Feral instincts came to him easily, and people were his prey. This got the hunters after him, and he's been running ever since.

Real name: Exion Korru
Contact Info: Exion_Korru@yahoo.com Slayer-69696@hotmail.com
Character Name: Xander Solinu
Race: Denarian Divine
Age: Unknown
Nickname: Xander, Alexander the Great, Michael, Arthur, King Arthur, Constantine
eye color: Grey with blue twisted through out.
hair color: Pitch Black with silver streaks
hair style: hangs down to the midst of his back
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 213 lbs
Clothing: Blackened ademantium armor, forged in the deepest pits of blackfire. His helm is that of ademantium, forged in Coldfire. he wears a phantom cape, sewn with the essence of wraiths, and his gauntlets were said to be worn by the 'fist of god'

Family: Mother - Crystine Solinu

Father - unknown.

Abilities:

Shape shifting - he can change his looks to whatever he feels is necisarry, or appealing.

Moderate control of all elements. Exceeds moderate in Fire, and in water. He can create any kind of fire, and his temperature over anything is scary.

Trans configuration - He can turn objects of energy and matter, into other things, and control them from afar.

Telepathic - his psych is nearly unmatched to any. Having countless milinia to harden, and hone it, it can reach further than even he knows.- his telepathic abilities are powerful enough that it goes without reason. He can cause an earthquake with the thought. His telepathic skills doesn't stop with physical or mental means, at least not on a human level, he can communicate with the earth around him, including the animals.

Telekinetic - not only can he move things with his mind, he can move energy with his mind as well, creating an energy free space, or even shove energy into one spot in particular, whatever he feels the need for. With that in mind, his power over kinetic energy is unreal.

Forgery - Most of the legendary items you've read or heard about. He's either created, wielded, repaired, or hidden at one time or another. Each he's had to modify and work on for his own use. His forging skills are unmatched.

Soulister - The ability to look into someone's soul, and doom it with the thought. It doesn't always kill the person right out, sometimes, it can doom it in other ways. He can also use this to judge a person, the soul cant lie.

Appearance: though he takes the form of whatever his wishes, most generally, he looks like a rough edged wanderer, cloaked in a heavily damaged leather. His body is literally that of a god, being one of the first. It almost always has a heavy golden tan about it, and is very physically fit. His face has no imperfections, except a single scratch over his right eye. No matter how he changes his appearance, the scratch doesn't change.

Personality: though usually distant, if he chooses to get involved with someone, he tends to grow a bond with them. He is generally neutral to any idea, though he has been known to be persuaded by sinful measures.

Goals: His only goal is to see that the three main civilizations remain in tact, and on course. He doesn't take sides, but will help any of them move along, and survive the times.

Divinational desperation - his body floods with the power of the Divine race. Ancestors, forbidden souls, and energy alike fuel his form, and his power grows exponentially

History:

To start. We'll go back to the Denarians. The Denarians were the group of Angels that were to become the Fallen. The selected few by Lucifer to stand by him when he overthrew Him, but it never happened. Lucifer and the Denarians were casted from the plains, and condemned to live in the netherrealm for all eternity

Before that happened though, a miracle, no, and abomination took place in the high plains. A Denarian had Sinned with the few Divine that remained in the plains, and an unknown fertilization had taken place in her womb. Xander was conceived.

The first few years of Xander's life, was he hidden from the world, not allowed to be seen for he had traces of the fallen in him. His eyes didn't show it, but even Crystine could since it in him. The power that the Denarians were known for, intertwined with the power that the Divine held. It was too dangerous for her to let him be found out. So he was hidden from the plains, the angels, and the divine. He was to live a life of solitude, of secrecy. That was until he was bored with it.

Xander was 16 when he snuck from the house. Tired of living a life where no one else existed. He heard the voices at the door ever few days, he knew that there were more things outside of his confinements. Besides, Where did the maid go when she walked out the door? She had to go somewhere, and he was to figure out what was beyond the forbidden entry way. His looks changed for the first time. He looked like as Gabriella did when he walked through the door, and when it closed behind him, he was free.

He had to shield his eyes from the incredible light that shown outside of the house. A world of wonderful senses. The smells he never smelled, the taste of the wind, the feel of the wind. How marvelous the feel of the unforeseen felt as it gently caressed him. He soon began to look for somewhere to learn. His mother didn't teach him anything of the outside, other than it was dangerous. It seemed to beautiful to be dangerous. He wanted to know more. And with time, he did know. It was dangerous.

He was 23 when he was first caught. The high seraphims patrolling caught him. They could feel the presence on him as he walked the enlightened path. It was now that he realized how dangerous outside of his home, and now, he couldn't go back, not with them following him. He ran. Finding shelter in a building of great design he took the form of his beloved Gabriella again, this time, by habit. He had learned to change forms to other things over the years. He knew that he wouldn't be though suspicious if he didn't look like himself. But he knew wrong.

The Angels broke in, and knew. He didn't know how they knew, but he knew that Xander, was indeed Xander. The sword came down hard, and he had barely anytime to move. Before it stuck him on his right eye brow, and down his cheek before he moved out of its path. A scratch over his eyes as it seemed. He seen fine, but it stung of cold and hot at the same time. A hand grabbed him, and he went unconscious.

Voices around him, he didn't know what was going on, only two voices. A both male, both unfamiliar "He's one of them, he must be taken care of." Said one voice.

" You're one of them too, or have you forgotten?" answered an older one.

"GAH! Its not the same!" screamed the younger.

" Is it not? What if he learns to chang?. It's obvious that he did not choose his blood, let him have the choice of the path he shall take." The older answered.

" He's your responsibility to teach then." The younger said again, disgust on his voice

Xander fell back asleep soon, but was awaken by the sound of clattering object. An older man stood above him. Much older, grey fell over his beard, leaving only few strands of golden brown. His hair was a darker, but still evident grey. Xander's eyes slowly opened and focused to see.. Books. Lots and lots of books being dumped onto the floor. The older stood before him, an aged, wised look on his face.

"You know how to read, Boy?"

Xander said nothing at first, he was afraid for his life, were these the two that cut him? Were they going to kill him? What was going on. He nodded slowly.

The elder spoke again " Good. Do you know how to write?"

Again Xander nodded to the man.

" Well… Do you know how to talk? Because you not doing a good job at that." The man almost laughed.

Xander tried to talk, but at first, nothing came. He tried again, failed as moisture spat where words should have been. His throat was locked tight, scared, confused, and homesick. His mother was right, it was dangerous. Xander took a step to his feet, and with his height over the man, a confidence fell to him. " Yes, I can speak. So many questions I have that need answered."

" All in due time. For now, you shall read." The man answered as he moved toward the door.

" With what light? I can hardly see, much less focus." Xander asked confused.

The man turned, and looked at the candle. With a wave of his hand, a soft golden light began to burn there. " By candle light of course." And with that the man left the room, the sound of the door locking behind him. Xander was alone again. With a room full of books.

Xander looked astonished. Mother could not do that. Or she never shown him that she could. He wasn't sure what to do, so he read, as instructed. The books were on the history of the plains. Starting back to the divine, he read, so much like his mother they sounded, but where they were brave, she was timid, where they were strong, she was frail. Could she really be one of the great Divine?

There were stories of the divine, how they were the one race that the gods didn't want to tamper with, for fear of retaliation. The strength that the Divine held were matched by none. Was it possible that the same blood ran through his veins? The features that the divine took had few similar to his own, or vice versa, but still.

He soon found books on energy, how to control it, how to use it, and how to make it your own. He was overwhelmed with the vast knowledge that he had no clue existed previous to when they found him. How long had It been? A night? A week? He didn't know. He kept reading. He began to try and summon energy on his own, control it. he could feel it in him as he tried to call upon it, but it was to no good. And he didn't want to tell the old man that he was doing it. though he wasn't sure that the old man didn't predict that he would try. Why else give him the book?

Unknown to Xander, a year had passed, food brought to him, conversation gone by, and hundreds upon hundreds of books read. Basic energy he could summon, even control at will now. But battle, it was different. Until that day came.

The man came in the room, as he always did, at three forth's the candle's stick. For the past few candle's he had been working up a way to ask. His thoughts trailed away, for the first time he had realized that he was judging time by the candle's burn. Never mind that though, it was time to ask the older man. The tray of food set infront of him. He nodded as usual for thanks, and the man turned without a word to walk out.

"Sir?" Xander said, for not knowing the man's name.

"What is it that you wish to know, Boy?" the man answered back almost immediately

" Is it possible to learn the way of the Warrior, like I've read about? Is there someone who can teach me that of which these books cant?"

The man smiled at the words. "We'll see, eat, and rest." The man answered, and left the room, locking it behind him.

Xander did as he was told to, eating the food he was given, and read until the last of the candle burned out, with a small sigh, he laid down in his little pallet on the ground, and closed his eyes to troubled sleep. He missed his mother, as anyone would.

Broken wood shattered over top of him as the chair was thrown against the wall. "Rise and shine Boy, you've got work to do." The older man said with a smile on his face. For the first time, there was another with the man. A younger, yet still older than Xander, man. Facial features were dark, heavily scared. Lost time in his eyes as Xander looked to them. A warrior? He didn't know. "Well, come, and be quick about it, we don't have all day for you to get there." The man said as he turned around, waiting for Xander to walk.

Xander stood in disbelief for awhile, wondering what exactly was going on. Still, as instructed to do, he walked. His path was to stay in between the two that retrieved him. Walking behind the younger one, with the older gentlemen at his back, as if a prisoner. He didn't like it, but he had little choice.

The coliseum was beautiful, small, but the sight was amazing. Again Xander had to shield his eyes as the door first opened to it, but he couldn't hold his hand up for long. His mouth dropped slightly at the view of statues. And his training begun.

After several years of training, he did eventually leave, and go out on his own, looking for more to train with. He had succeeded in mastering all that the men had to offer him, but was hungry for more. He knew that with time, he would get it. Time passed on as he trained, but eventually, he learned that nothing trained like true life. And he left on his own.

The Earliest histories teach of an Arch Angel; Michael. Over the years, information became twisted and the such, and he became known as the angel of death. Michael was actually Xander's first actual appearance to the human race, at least as a savior. War had brought upon itself, and one of the Fallen, Samael as he came to be known, was leading the opposing forces. The war was long, and Xander had taken the name Michael as a friendly name to the local villages, where he and his troops took refuge, and enlisted willing soldiers. That is when it first started. The name, "angel of death" for many of the people that enlisted, didn't come back, they were said to be carried off to the heavens by Michael and his army.

Xander wasn't trying to kill the people, no. for as long as he could remember, he was behind the scenes, keeping things on level grounds between the realms. But when the Fallen openly opposed the high heavens of light, and Lucifer himself stepped in, Xander couldn't stand on the sidelines anymore. He stepped in, and took the battle to safer grounds. Those enlisted, or caught in the crossfire, that perished, were said to have died honorable deaths in the name of Michael and God.

For all honesty, Michael, the real Michael, died early in the war. He was the so called 'Fist of God'. Gauntlets forged out of the Nails that fastened Jesus to the stake were on his hands almost always, giving incredible strength that to this day has never been revealed. Xander took them as his own when he found Michael dead on the field, and took his appearance as well. From that moment in the war, till the end of the so called Michael, Xander was in control.

The war between the Fallen and the High angels was long, and drawn out. Xander's goal was to keep peace between the involved realms, and make sure that he could keep them intact, at least enough to move. Though that wasn't always the case. Area's were destroyed as they passed through, villages, records, and even people were burned in the crossfire of the drawn war. With time, it soon faded into the past, and stories were twisted within time itself as Michael disappeared.

Xander sat in the background, masquerading as a wanderer most of the time, falling in the background, and walking the realms as a nameless soul. Making sure that piece would serve them, and they would get along through time. The first sign of trouble was with the humans. The non-magical folk weren't too smart in the beginning. He laughed at the thoughts that they so often predicted. Such as the world being flat, or humans being the only thing on the planet with intelligence. Rather irony at its best, but he stayed quiet all the same.

The Romans were in fierce battle with … the rest of the known world. Conquering everything that they could find, battle had not shown them an equal. However, the fiercest battles they had were within their on governing bodies. Years and years they took to overcome. And then the spread of Christianity came, and they could not cope with the idea of having only one god. They worshiped so many.

Humans in general had a small mind about it. they had no idea that there were many gods, watching with a neutral look for the most part, though some favored and others did not. God was one of the few who favored the humans. Though he had given himself the name, it was well fit. He helped protect them from much rather, but He Himself could only do so much.

The Romans were on the verge of destroying the known world over the little religious dilemma. Again, Xander found it fit to step in. He took the form a soldier, working his way up to become general over the main army of the Roman's pride. He had taken the Name Constantine from somewhere in the past, and made it his own. He carried out order, until he couldn't bare the killing anymore. He faked, and claimed a Vision, and by converting the Soldiers to Christianity, he in turn saved the known world from disaster once more. When he saw fit, Constantine 'passed away' and he left the world to themselves for a little bit of time.

He watched as they began their theories again. Laughing all the time, he made no effort to change them, only guide when needed. He soon found himself in need again, and changed his name a little bit, soon known as Alexander the Great. With the power of army at his sides, he expanded the known world to vast new sizes, slowly stretching the knowledge of land out to a vastly farther stretch. Alexander, a minor soldier, found himself the head of the army not long after Xander found he did all he could, And foolishly tried to take over the now known Russia. Xander watched as the Idiot indefinitely tried to undo all that he had done, and shook his head as most of the army died. With that, Xander disappeared into the unknown world for quite some time, living a live in the wilderness of the 'new world' letting the primitives to do what they would.

Time would call him back though. It would soon be time in Europe for a leader to help guard against demons and the like that found away in. A broken kingdom in need of a savior found Xander as a little boy. Arthur was his name. And if you follow the legend of King Arthur, you know how the story folded out. Xander designed his own withdraw, and ended with a good bit of acting, 'dieing in view of many by the hands of a boy, who was thought to be his son. As Arthur, he had direct contact with most of the demon society in the known Ningen, and often killed many beings all by himself. Though the knights did help, they were in need of training. But that wasn't for him to do, and he had to design his way out, before complicating the path of the mortals.

When he found it time for them to find his knew area, he helped guide a rather stupid explorer across the vast sees, and land in the new world. Christopher Columbus became a hero in time after awhile, Xander not known, smiled at his feat, and watched as the world became what it would. Even through the wars, he stood by and watched, making sure that the world didn't come to destroy itself.

He found that all the realms needed watched, but he felt that the human realm needed the most help, and tended to spend most of his time there, until things began to get edgy in the other realms. As of late, he has been paying attention to all of them in equal patterns, watching as the ties that hold the realms apart, slowly become loose, and the worlds change at rapid pace towards eachother.