Character History

[prophet]

Name: Spectre Bravo

Back Story: Spectre Bravo's name is unknown to all but himself. He joined the FWG Special forces, Bravo Team. He gained the named Spectre as he was known to infiltrate enemy lines, and slaughter all his opponents with his Knife. As his knife stabbed into the flesh of his opponents, a "Speck Treh" Sound was named, so they became accustomed to calling him "Spectre". His Backstory is completely unknown. He was simply a straggler that the FWG Military let in simply because of his outstanding skills. During an Infiltration gone wrong, the FWG Military abandoned Delta Team as they were behind Enemy lines. They fought the enemy forces, which happened to be werewolves, until they were clear for Evac. They never got their Evac. Delta team fought off waves and waves of Werewolves, abandoned. The entire team was slaughtered, exception being Spectre. Spectre realised, when he was the last one, he had to get out. He fought his way out of Werewolf Region, and became a mercenary in the woods, learning how to fend for himself.

Appearance: Spectre wears Standard Black Fabric FWG Military Grade Jumpsuit, made of light fabric so he can maneuver, the cloth extends up to his face, proving as a half cloth mask that covers his mouth and nose. Over that, he wears his FWG Military grade Kevlar vest, Many pockets and Holsters for his Equipment and a sling on the back for a large weapon. A black Helmet covers his head, made of Titanium Alloy, almost Impenetrable. The only visible part of his face, is the slit in his Apparel, where his eyes are. He has it painted black, and Red contacts in for shock value. A pair of Night Vision goggles, long and narrow rests on his helmet, aiming towards the sky at all times. They contort Downwards for Spectre to use at will. On his lower body, he wears Black Camouflaged thermal Trousers over the Jumpsuit leggings. He wears Thick, Titanium toed FWG Military grade boots, Light titanium Spikes on the bottom, not too long.

Load-out
Primary Weapon: His Pitch black Silenced Sniper rifle made of Titanium Alloy, Resembles a Barett 50 Caliber Sniper rifle, but modded to where it reloads Bolt Action to improve accuracy. x80 Scope. Its magazine holds 40 Rounds. It uses 80 Caliber Anti-Matter tipped Plasma Energy filled Soul Vaccume Embedded Rounds. Rests on his back weapon Sling.

Side-Arm: A Pitch black Silenced M1911 made of Titanium Alloy, Modded to fire 22. Hollow Point Plasma filled rounds. Holds 16 shots per Magazine.

Lethal Grenades: Soul Destroyer Embedded Semtex Grenades. x6 Per fight.

Tactical Grenades: Black Smoke grenade, Emits a puff of Black smoke that burns the enemy's Cornea's out of their Eye sockets, incinerates the Vocal cords, and Compresses the Ear Drums until they burst. All Effects take place within 3 seconds from Exposure. x3 per fight.

Equipment: A Black combat knife that rests in his front Vest, Its simply a knife that is used for Close Quarters Combat. Night Vision Goggles, that rest upon his Helmet. Portable Motion Detector, enables Spectre to detect incoming enemy's from any Direction within a range of 60 Feet.

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Infomation and True form

Known name(s): Ryokou Alcaeus Kavallion, Vergil, Eruista
True name: Unknown
Age: 4,158
Gender: Male
Current Location: Unknown
Birthplace: The Elemental Plane of Air
Height: 22'
Weight: 450,000 pounds
Wingspan: 150'
Skin color: Silver scales with red outline
Eye Color: His right eye is the color of molten silver and his left is a deep crimson. Both eyes are completely that color, without pupil.
Species: Silver/Red Dragon hybrid
Titles/Alias: Prince of Scales, Luxuria, Nyght.
Languages known: Draconic, Auran, Common, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Halfling, Undercommon, Orc, Abyssal.

Humanoid form

Height: 6'5
Weight: 252 pounds
Eye color: Same as in his true form. However while in his human form Ryo wears a ceremonial band on his forehead that allows him to change his physical appearance at will.
Hair color: Short and spiked silver with red tips.
Skin color: His flesh has slightly hardened silver scales with the same red outlines as his true form.
All other appearances are the same as the Dragon form except his wingspan is shortened to thirty feet.

"And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon"-Revelation 12:3

Long, long ago, Io created his first children, intent on perfecting all aspects of dragons. His first child was a striking creation, full of all the perfect, physical characteristics of dragonkind. Io named it Vorel, which means "beautiful" in Draconic. As it happened, Vorel had very limited intellect and discernment. Vorel was sweet-natured, bright-eyed, and eager to please, much as a friendly dog is with its master. Though it was flawed, Io still loved this little dragon.

Io found that one form was too limited to contain everything he wanted to include. So he made two—one male and one female, one good and one evil. Embodied in them were the passions and propensities of all dragons.

These offspring were Bahamut and Tiamat. Io intended for the two wyrmlings to grow up together, learn from each other, and eventually mate, bringing together all the attributes of dragonkind. The children of Tiamat and Bahamut would be wonderful, perfect dragons.

Instead of filial love and affection, immediate rivalry sprang up between the two. Their natures were too much at odds to allow them to feel affection or even respect for one another. Both of them sought Io's approbation and competed for his favor.
Bahamut strove to gain his father's good regard through exemplary behavior, trying to be the noblest creature he could be. Tiamat, on the other hand, used cunning and caprice. After several schemes failed to raise her above her brother in their father's affections, Tiamat designed a dramatic plot.

The wyrmling goddess endeavored to sow jealousy and enmity between Bahamut and Vorel. She had Vorel destroy some of Bahamut's favorite magic devices. Although Bahamut merely reacted with regret at the loss of his treasures, Tiamat told their father that her brother had been enraged by the destruction. Then she waited until a time when all others in the household slept the deep sleep of dragonkind. She slew Vorel, Io's first creation, and spattered some of her victim's blood on Bahamut.

Tiamat knew that Io loved Vorel and anticipated that Bahamut would be slain or at least exiled for his apparent murder of the firstborn—but she erred. She supposed that Io would react as she would to such an incident. The Creator of Dragonkind, however, did not respond with the shortsighted rage and impetuousness Tiamat expected. Instead, his love for his children led him to investigate and ascertain the truth. Grievously disappointed, he banished Tiamat from his presence. He still cared for and loved his daughter but could not continue to foster her in his household.

With this rejection, Tiamat's love for her father turned to hate. She then decided to bring forth creatures of her own and became the Creator of Evil Dragonkind. Bahamut felt driven to oppose his sister's evil and became the King of the Good Dragons.
In this way, Io lost his three children—one to death, one to evil, and one to good. Some say that he still hopes to create a perfect race of dragons through the offspring of Bahamut and Tiamat. The Great Eternal Wheel turns, and Io is patient.*

And that was how the prophecy started; the hopes that one day Bahamut and Tiamat would set apart their differences and finally produce the children that Io wanted. It is unknown when or why the two deities finally did put their differences aside, each sending a Dragon that was an avatar for the two polar opposite Gods. Regardless a clutch was produced, baring at least four Dragons of hybrid colors. Each Dragon was half Chromatic half Metallic, with traits from both sides. And so the Fabled were born, each with powers beyond that of their normal kin.

“Suppose you throw a coin enough times; suppose one day it lands on its edge?”-Kain

His first several years of life were spent in the endless skies of the Elemental Plane of Air, learning the basics of his abilities and how to survive as a Dragon. He worked closely with his twin and immediate older brother during this time, the three being virtually inseparable. Deciding to move on from their home the trio opted to find a sorcerer who was able to take them to a different plane, one that would allow them to interact with other species. They were sent to a planet the size of the Milky Way’s Jupiter. In specific they were sent to the country of Glanarm and took residence in the Grey Mountains in the Iron Trail. This kept them in close proximity of the Elvish kingdom Klaice and they made up their own identities, the youngest taking the name “Eruista” to blend in. Life there was happy for about four years until a combined ambush of Drow and humans on the kingdom. Eruista helped evacuate as many citizens as he could, but the city was lost. Courtesy of the brutality of the fight his initial and long standing prejudice against both species would spawn, not being able to comprehend the sheer malice involved in the attacks.

During the next ninety years he was involved in the war until its bitter end. Many times he had to utilize his growing Draconic abilities to defend himself and his group which included: his brothers, the prince of Klaice and his sister. He became mildly proficient with humanoid weaponry during this time but preferred to dedicate his study to his natural Psionics. When peace was finally restored to the region the party broke up to allow the royalty to rebuild their empire.

The three brothers decided to split up and moved on to lead their own lives. Eruista endeavored to find out if there were other hatchlings in his clutch and sought out to discover if he had brothers or sisters. He came to find a Gold and White Dragon hybrid that was indeed his older brother, his chosen name was Mobius. The two became fast friends and developed the same harmless sibling rivalry that he shared with his other siblings. Mobius, being much older, was much more proficient in his abilities than the younger Dragon and the duo traveled across time and the multiverse, fighting in various wars and learning as much as they could. When they would come across two warring groups Eruista and Mobius took turns deciding which side to take, and would spend years in the disguise of the people they were helping. Normally the decision was to help the side that was not “evil” a standard that they had asked for help from their father multiple times. They fought side by side for more than a millennium. As proof of their bond, Mobius gave his brother an amulet that allowed him to traverse the planes as the elder dragon could.

However their partnership would come to an end. During one of their exploits they had found a much larger tribe of White Dragons raiding a human village. Despite the Silver Dragon’s prejudices he took the humans’ side, having sworn to protect those in need as his father had done. Mobius betrayed his brother; choosing the lesser of his species. The White Dragons ravaged the city, despite the younger of the two Fabled fighting valiantly. The war had now become personal between the brothers and they unleashed everything they had upon one another. It was only when he realized he was the sole surviving member of his side that Eruista manifested a unique extension of his Psionics against his brother; a blade of semi-solid energy. In face of this unique weapon and nearly tapped out of his vast resources Mobius sent his brother spiraling through time and space, in order to better prepare himself for their next encounter. Mourning what he still considers to be his greatest failure, he began to wander this new world. Since then he has not returned to the place of that ill-fated battle.
Frowning upon his bad luck he traversed the desert for forty days before finding a human civilization. They were not like the humans in his realm, only beginning their existence. While there was indeed avarice and ambition in some of them, the general populace was not as inherently evil as he had experienced. They would be later named Egyptians.

Originally he opted just to be a peasant, taking random names, working his life around the rise and the fall of the Nile. He spent a few very happy, peaceful, lives there. During one of his lives he finally had gained ambition and eventually rose to be the high priest of Osiris and advisor to the Pharaoh. During his tenure he was gifted with the secret of one of the she-beasts that were rumored to live in one of the pyramids. Supposedly she fed on the blood of those convicted of crimes and the sun burned her flesh. Naturally he investigated later on that night and met a woman who was so much more.

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Bayjor was a former Atlantean princess; she ran from her home to the surface and was bitten by a vampire named Cain. After escaping him as well she had stayed away from the sea and had been living on land amongst the humans. They left Egypt as quickly as they could to make their own life together. Both Eruista and Bayjor had children, each with a human partner. Jacen was Eruista’s son and Aireana was Bayjor’s daughter. As Jacen and Aireana fell in love, Bayjor and Eruista found that they too were falling for one another. The two lived a happy life for centuries; even Jacen and Aireana had a daughter Kelsea. It was not to last, as Bayjor’s father had spent his time tracking her down.

The first sign of trouble was a scream of rage from Jacen; arming themselves Eruista and Bayjor arrived in time to see the boy cut down. Kelsea had already been murdered, a triton having run her through. The two parents fought bravely with their remaining child but the last stand was just that. Aireana was given a quick death in the middle of the battle, similarly to how her daughter died. In the end the numbers game caught up to the duo. For her insolence and rebellion Bayjor was poisoned, left to die in the sea that had been her home long ago. Eruista had the honor of the King himself casting a tremendous lightning bolt at him, leaving him for dead. As the soldiers marched off he counted his blessings; of all things he was attacked with it was electricity. While the blow hurt: boiled his blood, left him limping in pain, it did not kill him. Both his older brother and Bayjor were more than proficient in the same element and Eruista had practice in defending himself from it. Taking a day to mourn his family, lick his wounds, and assess the situation with Bayjor: he plotted.

“This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response. No, not vengeance. Punishment.-Frank Castle

The belief of Atlantis Contrary to modern belief, Atlantis was not in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean; instead the brilliant city was in the North Sea. The pair limped their way to Atlantis knowing it was to be their last journey together. Bayjor had to refrain from getting too close to the actual city, unless their entire plan was spoiled. It was luck or fate that day that the main forces of the army were in the midst of a crushing defeat in Athens, miles away. Bringing all of his psionics to bare the Fabled channeled his energy in to the base of the city, setting off an earthquake. As the city shook and rumbled he turned and began to run; Atlantis beginning to sink behind him. He almost made it back to Bayjor, but was crushed underneath one of the shattered pieces of rock. Now that her city was destroyed the Last Atlantean made her way to her lover, shattering the rock that had crushed him underneath. As the poison weakened her further, she bit in to Eruista’s neck, feeding off of his blood. Finding that his blood did not eliminate the poison running through her veins, she cut her neck and pressed herself to the dying Dragon, willing him to live. In the heat of the bloodlust he drained Bayjor dry as she had hoped, exchanging her life for his. It took days for his body to change and repair itself at the bottom of the ocean. He awoke alone, his mind flooded with memories of what had happened. Opting to move on instead of end his life, he buried his friend and love and swam Southeast. Little did he know his actions there would be cause of myth and legend, spawning both the legends of Atlantis and the myth of the Razgirz, Demon of the North Sea.

After doing what little research he could, Eruista discovered his vampiric lineage. Bayjor was the childe of the vampire Cain, the very man who had been banished from the Garden of Eden after slaughtering his brother. During his banishment Cain had encountered Lilith, the first wife of Adam, who had become a demon during her own banishment. They exchanged blood which changed Cain forever; he had become the first vampire. Due to the power of this bloodline Eruista was immune to many of the things most vampires are not. Running water, garlic and holy objects had no effect on him. He did not have to sleep in a coffin or even the earth if he did not wish to. The most intriguing thing was that while the sun burned his skin like a bad sun burn, after years of feeding and existing that eventually faded too.

He came across a wonderful people as he made his way out of the Aegean Sea. Once again he took multiple names and occupations first living for about a century in the pillar of democracy and learning; Athens. It was during one of their yearly bouts with the neighboring Sparta that he became enthralled by the warrior tribe. In that engagement he was counted amongst the dead and moved south to investigate this fascinating city. He found a home amongst these people, learning a great deal of human weaponry and tactics. It was here that a human named Alcaeus discovered the secret of his species and kept it, proud that a Dragon had chosen his family. Eruista fought in many wars for Sparta, including being selected as a member of King Leonidas’ guard on a mission to defend the Thermopylae Pass against the invading Persians.

“Can you and I be truthful now? What’re you running away from?”-Open ‘Till Midnight Adema

Following his second failure and defeat, Eruista went back to exploring the world. He dabbled in various human cultures and found a home in the fledgling Roman Empire. After spending several human lifetimes there he eventually took on his first long-term humanoid name “Vergil.” After the poet had passed the newly named Vergil took up his wanderings again, making his way to France. Here is where he finally met up with another of his kind, a beauty of a vampiric half-demon named Camilla la Chatelier. She had offered him a deal; she could take away all the pain of his former life in exchange for a companion. Wanting to forget his mistakes he agreed, and her magic sealed his Silver essence in her wedding ring. After he awoke from the spell Camilla reaffirmed his name as Vergil, but told him he was a vampiric demon like she was, and that she was his sire.

Their time together was marked with blood and destruction and the two lavished in it. They even had a daughter as they bathed in their sin; a beauty of a child they named Andromeda. Despite the Silver being bound by magic his powers still manifested themselves when needed. This came in particular help when Camilla’s father, a prince of Hell, came after them. This specific Demon had a weakness to cold, which Vergil was able to exploit. Following their victory the lovers pillaged his home in one of the many layers of hell. His wife would grant him one of the relics her father had, a shard of glass implanted in to his right collarbone. When Vergil looked in to a mirror he was able to use the reflection to change realms.

All good things must come to an end, or so it goes. After their years together Camilla had grown bored with her lover, feeling as if she had grown soft. She revealed this to him accompanied with an attack, wishing to dispatch him so as she could be free. To add insult to injury she had convinced Andromeda to do the same and get rid of her father. The initial fighting lasted several days, turning their little villa in France to rubble. It was a bitter victory when he managed to freeze both of them in ice and shatter the remains. Something called to him, something he could not explain and he picked up her wedding ring. The first touch gave him a flash of his former memories, showing him the glory he once was. With that came the reminder that in this realm Demons needed to be slain twice; when their body on the material plane was destroyed they traveled back to the Abyss.

“Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge."-Lestat de Lioncourt

Using the shard his wife had given him Vergil found his way to the Abyss and made his way down the various levels. At level seven he encountered his daughter, who was not enough of a match to be his equal one-on-one. However she was trained very well by Camilla and Vergil, before her second death she was able to succeed in shattering the glass in his collarbone, effectively trapping him.

Level eighteen was where he found Camilla. The exchange of words was more intense than the fire that burned around them. When Camilla drew her weapon, intent on taking him down with her, Vergil threw their rings in the fire. As the flame destroyed the precious metal it also dispelled the magic used to bind the Silver Dragon. Once freed Vergil remembered everything; and for the first time in hundreds of years retained his true form. The Demon was no match for the newly re-awakened and irate Dragon.

“Your words are as empty as your future. I am the Vanguard of your destruction. This exchange is over...” Sovereign. Mass Effect

The amulet Mobius had given him once upon a time was cracked and shattered. In a desperate attempt to leave the Abyss Vergil added some of the shards of the remnants of the glass Camilla gave him he used the amulet once last time. As if he always would be there; Mobius was standing there ready and waiting. Armed with all of his powers, his favored weapon and raw anger, the brothers went to war one last time. It took a month before the two Fabled were left in the human forms, exchanging blows of steel. Vergil had studied more in the human ways of fighting than his brother and ran him through with his soul blade. The death throes of the almighty Dragon wounded his brother and sent him spiraling in to the sea.

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Vergil washed up on the shore of the Greek city Kavala and began his life anew. While he only spent one human lifetime there, it was one of deep thought and consideration. He reviewed his life while making a simple living telling stories and being a sculptor. The people had made it a more pleasurable experience; never before had he seen such kindness from humans. At the end of his ‘life’ he decided to travel even farther East, back to a country he did not spend as much time in as he had wanted the first time around.

Japan treated Vergil very well and the budding philosophy of the Samurai treated him even better. The philosophy of Bushido along with the strict dedication and practice helped heal the aging soul. Here Vergil learned to master the bow, nunchaku and perfect his skills with longer blades. During his last life there was an immediate and intense bond with a human named Ryuunosuke, who had discovered his secret like Alcaeus did so many years ago. He was taught a great many things by this man and his wounds finally had finished healing. When his ‘father’ died Vergil left Japan, having been there for nearly 800 years. In fact, Vergil still has a small shrine dedicated to both Alcaeus and Ryuunosuke in the back of every lair he has created since. On their respective birthdays he cleans their armor and offers a small prayer in their respective languages, and one in Draconic.

“Good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.”-The Doctor in his Eleventh incarnation

Following his leave of Japan, Vergil somehow found a companion in an alien time traveler who had a human woman with him. He was offered to travel with them in what looked like a police box. Upon introduction to them he debuted his new name: Ryokou Alcaeus Kavallion. Ryokou was a shortened, modernized version of his recent father’s name, Alcaeus was his Spartan father’s name, and Kavallion held its roots in Kavala the place where Ryo began to heal. For quite some time he traveled with the eccentric, skinny man and the fiery red-headed woman. While there was constant danger Ryo practiced pacifism as the man had instructed. On his last travel experience with the duo he was forced to wield his powers; freezing a metallic foe that had tried to kill the woman. With a frown Ryo was left in Cardiff, London in 2006 with a gift and a job. The gift was a copy of the object his host used, a strange metallic tube that had a variety of uses. The job was with an institution that dealt with paranormal activity who’s boss had also been a companion.

The job was fantastic. Ryo spent his days doing research and his nights saving people from a variety of odd and dangerous aliens. Everything was going along fine until he decided to check in on his former friend. Things were not as well as he had thought them to be.

Upon investigation he discovered that the red-head had gained a subconscious of the same species as her former companion. A psychic field prevented her from tapping in to it, lest it would cause her death. All would have been well and good if it were not for the amnesia that went along with it; any memories of her time in space would cause her to burn up. For all she had done for him, Ryo could not let this persist.
Pulling up hundreds of files on body-switching Ryo began to study. Eventually he succeeded in what he set out to do and had learned how to do the inverse of the practice; he could transfer consciousness in to himself. Working on a plan with her grandfather he succeeded in taking the powerful consciousness without harming her, and giving her back her memory. For all of his power Ryo was unable to contain the consciousness himself and teleported in to the stars. As the two humans looked on Ryo let loose all of his power creating a supernova that would later be named Noble, after the last name of the family he had just helped.

To this day Ryo could not figure out how he made it to the Astral Plane instead of going straight to what should be his final resting place with his father. Maybe it was Bahamut’s doing? Maybe it was even sheer force of will. Regardless he was a wraith in some strange world. After many weeks he finally found a way to implant his essence in to a dead body, reviving it and shaping it in his image. It took even longer to find a powerful enough Cleric to return him to a body on a more permanent basis; let alone that he had left all of his equipment in his lair when he was destroyed.

Miraculously Ryokou found himself back in Glanarm, some several miles away from the former Elvish civilization. Once established Ryokou noticed that he had no desire or need to consume blood anymore. He had also lost a decent amount of his former powers, no longer being able to utilize telekinesis or short teleports with as little effort. Somehow, some way, his death and rebirth had cured him of vampirism. After a lengthy debate he decided not to be turned again; the vampires now had too many weaknesses and that part of his life was over. It was time to move on.

Before making any attempt to reconnect with his former adventuring party Ryokou went off on a few adventures of his own. The most notable was encountering a demon and a devil born of the Blood War raging between their species. The demon was a nymph mixed blood who was given the duty to be the harbinger of souls, ferrying the good to their reward and either consuming or forging those of the damned. The she-devil was a rare one of her species, not wanting the death and destruction of the material realm. Their initial meeting was in a tavern to collect the bounty on a dragon pillaging a nearby city and no member of the group knew who the other was at the time. The rough adventuring group began to argue over who deserved the reward money as all three were able to take down the dragon by themselves. Their infighting quickly grew violent and the arrogant Green dragon was dispatched while spells, invocations and swords were used. The end result of the duels was three exhausted fighters hurling insults at each other before finally agreeing to split the bounty evenly. Despite the ragged beginning the three grew to become good friends and would maintain their contact after the group had split up.

It took him a while to work up the courage to reappear to his former comrades and after a lengthy series of conversations explaining his absences; he was welcomed back in to the kingdom. His former romance with the Elvish princess blossomed and the two were married. When his now brother-in-law’s time had come Ryokou offered the siblings a choice to become dragons and they accepted. His wife had elected to become a Silver and Red hybrid as her husband, while his brother choice the more unorthodox Sand and Time dragon mixture.

Ryokou and his wife moved back to the cave behind the kingdom as a means to protect it if ever need be. During their tenure there they had five children over the course of a millennia, two girls and three sons.

Once the children had left their nest Ryokou attempted a ritual, at his wife’s consent, that would allow him to ascend to the rank of a quasi-deity. The ritual had him eat consume their shared hoarde, but in the end it succeeded. Now the parents decided to go and explore the world. One of their adventures led them to fight a former opponent; a ghost Drow sorceress who had been a major conspirator in the initial fighting some several thousand years ago. Their pursuits brought them to a dying deity of Death, and were forced to exchange the spectre’s body to her in an attempt to save his life. In the end the Drow let the deity die and assured Ryokou and his wife it was their fault.

This failure was one too much for Ryokou as he retreated in to his study. His wealth might have been gone but his library was not. As he delved deeper and deeper through his books he began to acquire a form of draconic insanity; Spellhoarding. His Psionic powers dimmed and more powerful magics erupted in their place. His study of magic had gained him several new permanent abilities, including his former permanent telekinesis and now the ability to planeswalk.

His new magic was brought to bare in a war a continent away from Glanarm in the sister country of Valor. A group of aberrations had taken a stronghold there and had been working to summon a Devil Lord to the Material Plane. Husband and wife, the demon they had encountered earlier, and a ragtag group of a myriad of species moved to stop them. Unfortunately they were not entirely successful; while the Devil Lord had not been summoned a plague of aberrations had been let loose from the different dimension.

The defense of the stronghold had warranted enough notoriety that Ryokou had begun to amass a group of followers, which quickly became an army of 4,300 soldiers following this particular battle. He divided his forces up amongst the major towns, telling them to sell their services in protection against the new threats. In return he would grant them a variety of magic items and abilities once his hoard had been reestablished.

There was one place he could think of that would be able to supply him with enough gold and magical items to be able to return him to his former status: the sunken city of Atlantis. The adventuring group that had fought beside him were dispatched to the city to try and find a means to bring all the wealth to a new lair that Ryokou was beginning to develop. Now the dragon moves about different universes, searching for magical items and ideas to obtain his wealth again. Slowly but surely, his machinations are unfolding exactly as to how he desires.

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"Might controls everything, and without it, you cannot protect anything. Let alone yourself."-Vergil, Son of Sparda

Ryokou maintains a wealth of spellcasting ability that requires a lifetime for most humanoids to master. In addition he has become very talented in multiple weapons, his favorites being the longer blades and the bow. When wielding a sword he much prefers accuracy over raw power. His bound weapon can take the form of any weapon that he has become proficient with over the years, although he does have his favorites. In his renewed magical item repertoire he includes a set of tessellated armor that can be summoned at will. This armor covers all of his body and makes him look like a demon with curved horns, completed with a flowing blue cape. Those are only a few of the variety of tricks that Ryo has up his sleeve and a good warrior never reveals them all.

Information compiled by the David Talbot of the Order of the Talamasca prior to his disappearance in 1994. Project undertaken by Lucias Neroakula Kolvayo in 2010. The author(s) would like to acknowledge individuals who helped make this a reality: Torchwood Institute in Cardiff, Harriet Jones former Prime Minister of Britain, the Council of Thirteen, Wilfred Mott, amongst others. Work still in progress.

*The story up until this point is not an original creation. It is taken from the book “Races of the Dragon” using the myth of Bahamut and Tiamat’s creation as a starting point for my character. If any of the authors request me to take it down, I shall.


(All three variations of his true form colors)

(Personal insignia)

(An idea of what Ryokou looks like in his human form including attire.)

[danny]

Name: unknown
Callsign: Razgriz One, Torrent
Rank: Captain
Squadron: The Ghosts of Razgriz
Age: late Twenties
Aircraft of Choice: ADF-01 FALKEN ; X-02 Wyvern ; ADFX-02 Morgan ; ADA-01 ADLER

Bio: He was but a teenager as he lived through the Circum-Pacific War, reading story after story about the legendary Ace known after the war as Razgriz One. He made it his life's goal to become a pilot of such Caliber as to become part of the exact Squadron Blaze belonged to. He joined the Osean Federation's Osean Air Defence Force with the intention of making it into the elite 108th Tactical FIghter Squadron (now named "The Ghosts of Razgriz", formerly "Wardog"). However his dreams seemed to be Shattered as the Osean Federation released a statement shortly after he had earned his wings that the 108th was officailly disbanded and deactivated. He went on still striving to be the best pilot in the OADF, show piloting excellence rivaled only by those who remained from the Circum-Pacific War.

It was when his exemplary record was seen by the now aging Commander Marcus Snow (former callsign Razgriz Three, Swordsman), who immediately put in for a promotion for the then second lieutenant to the rank of captain and applied for TS clearance for the young pilot. It became known to "Torrent" soon after that the 108th was in reality still very active and VERY elite. It was still based at Sand Island and was the Premier Test Squadron of Gründer Industries and the OADF's Covert Intercept/Reconnaissance/First Strike Squadron. And, most importantly to the young pilot, it still retained the Moniker "the Ghosts of Razgriz". They currently Fielded the X-02 Wyvern as their base fighter giving the best pilots their choice of the ADF-01 FALKEN, the ADFX-02 Morgan, and the ADA-01 ADLER.

Upon joining the 108th, "torrent'" was Razgriz Twelve (it expanded to allow a greater talent pool and replacement, as well as greater firepower when facing numerically superior squadrons) and flew the Wyvern. He was in heaven, but he knew his goal had still not been attained, he was not Razgriz One. Luckily the Belkans and Yuktobonians Obliged the pilot's wishes as the reformed Grabacr and Ofnir Squadrons launched a surprise attack with the CFA-44 and several PAK FA's, obliterating the main force of the Razgriz and the only survivors being Razgriz 7 and Razgriz 12. It was after this assault and "torrent's" performance in it, shooting down the CFA-44 and several PAK FA's before being forced to eject, that made him shoot to become the new Razgriz One. (razgriz 7 had been on a solo recon mission and therfore alive but also unable to help if she had returned)

He then underwent and extensive medical exam to see if he was compatible with the new COFFIN flight control system, version 3 to be exact which was to be installed on all of his aircraft, including a heavily modified X-02 (the normal airframe not being COFFIN capable) and then with this new rebirth and new recruiting of two more pilots, the "four wings of sand island" flew into combat, with Torrent Leading and paving the way for Osean forces to re-take their capitol and push back their Aggressors, whom inevitably began to revive the moniker "the demons of razgriz", believing torrent himself to be the demon incarnate, which also brought the conflict to a close much sooner, the belkans and yuktobonians remembering the previous outcome and laying down their arms for what re still ongoing peace talks...

[danny]

Name: Aleksandr Satan
Age: 16
Height:5'4
Weight: 175 (due to steel automail)
Relatives: Dr. Satan is his father
Weapons: an automail prosthetic arm and leg, and a revolver with a special circle engraved on the back of it's cylinder
Bio: Naive in his view of the world, will manipulate people to get what he wants and will fight tirelessly to defend those he cares about

Background: Aleksandr was born of the stay his father, Dr. Satan, had in amestris. Aleksandr shortly after birth had been graced by his father who, using his philosopher's stones, took aleksandr through the truth and showed him everything. After this though, his father, in an attempt to sow the seeds of hate in his son's heart, removed his left arm and right leg leaving the child with a doctor and disappearing shortly thereafter. this occurred mere days before ever alchemist in amestris (including aleksandr's mother) were killed and made into two very powerful Philosopher's Stones.

Growing up aleksandr was a very depressed child, not having an arm or leg, knowing alchemy but never getting a chance to practice until one day the doctor who had raised him up to now died. it was then that an automail mechanic adopted him and then gave him the on thing he'd wanted most, mobility. He recieved a simple prosthetic arm and leg that would be easily replaced if broken and as he grew. the first few month's he learned to laugh and play as any other child, running around and having fun before one day remembering everything he saw as an infant. nearly immediately after his alchemy was well noticed by the administrator of a School nearby exclusively for alchemists. In the whole of the school there were only 15 students, all of whom to be surpassed in three years by Aleksandr. At the age of ten it became clear to his teachers that they had nothing left to teach him and that he was in fact teaching them.

On his eleventh birthday, a courier came from Central with a letter from the Chief of Staff of the Alchemist Branch of the Amestrian military. Upon reading the letter, Aleksnadr asked his adoptive parents to give him the best automail they could make and promised to compensate them for it. in 2 weeks he left with that very automail and the one thing his father had left him, A revolver reloaded by alchestry. it came with a bag that was to be filled with prospective ammo material, which be anything; gunpowder for propellant and the user must know flame alchemy to fire it.

Over the next five years he worked his way up the ranks to be the youngest colonel ever in the history of the Amestrian military, all the while researching every possible alchemic technique possible and having his automail refitted to be sent north, his current post being Fort Briggs, where he studies the most advanced alchemy known to the military

[Demitri]

name: riku
birthplace: unknown
species:nobody
height 5"5
age: 17 forever

ability darkness and controll of dreams and memories.

backround story: in a unknown land, a young man who once had a family and a master, succumed to the darkness while trying to end the war which his master started.
after the war was over nearly all the races and species were neutralized. but 13 years later the young man now 17 stumbled across and lake that has said to have the ability to give eternal youth and power. thinking about this power, he dove in . to his suprise it worked, and now 10008 years later he stands now in this land called, "free world group"

[Leprechaun Lukia]

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[Fact Core]

(This is my brothers forum account, we share a device)
Name: infinity
Info:infinity s a very polite character that speaks a bit of French. He is usually in a good mood. His job involves teaching godmods to not godmod by giving them a taste of their own medicine. He usually signs that he is about to take care of business by turning his suit gold. Gold is his "Godmod lesson teaching" suit, re dis his "battle" suit, and black is his "normal" suit.
Powers: infinity has the ability to run at extremely high speeds when he is teaching godmods, but otherwise his powers include: Floating in midair, a power he uses often, an dis able to because his suit, which is the source of all his abilities(well, most), is magical, as it was given to him as a gift from a wizard. He can also use his suit to turn invisible for short periods of time. Without his suit, he is near powerless, though he is able to fight by using his only weapon, a single sheroken. His sheroken is ordinary, except that it always appears in his hand immediately after it hits something.