Vlad's Characters

[Vlad]

Vlad

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Height: 5'10"

Bio: Born to aristocracy Vlad did not have to work very hard in his early years. He entertained himself by learning the sciences. As his exploration deepened he became more and more endured in these sciences to the point of obsession. This, however, came to a halt when his families estate was lost. His father, who he had no ill will towards, had lost his entire estate to another count. After this Vlad decided to revoke his name, thus why he is only Vlad(no family name). Vlad lived as a merchant for a while; going town to town selling what wares he could acquire. On one average day, or so it seemed to Vlad, he encountered a "peculiar" man; this man was interested in the same sciences that he himself had studied. After a brief meeting the two became good friends; his name was Alexander. Alexander offered Vlad a chance to further his studies as his assistant; Vlad gladly accepted. These two were a dream team; they had the looks and brains to boot! Discovery after discovery these two led the field! Alas, one day Alexander fell sick. In an attempt to find some sort of cure the two began researching the illness. They scoured every text they had, alas there wasn't much to be told; it was an exceedingly rare disease. This disease progresses to the point of incapacitating Alexander. In a fury to create some kind of cure Vlad poured all of his knowledge into one solution; he called "Life." This was the beginning..... It was also the end. After injecting Alexander with "Life" he was cured, at least for a while. He was on his feet and fully rejuvenated. Life went on and one day, while returning from the market, Alexander was mugged and stabbed to death. Vlad was devastated by this loss; Alexander was like a father to him and had been able to teach him so much. Vlad inherited Alexander's estate; it was quite sizable. Vladimir depression over Alexander's death loomed over him as he conducted his research, however, he fucked up. While researching the a rare disease, a genetic variant of the one Alexander contracted, but there was an accident. Vlad dropped a vial and attempted to clean it up, however, he cut himself and was infected. The disease acted more rapidly than that of Alexander's and as such Vlad modified "Life" he called it "Life Mk2" and he injected it. He felt the effects immediately, it was death. No, it couldn't be called death, it merely felt like death. Thrashing about Vlad loses consciousness. Vlad awakens to the moonlight; he stumbles out of his house into town. The townsfolk gasp at his appearance, he has become pale--very pale. Walking through town he hears the heartbeats of the townsfolk and feels an insatiable hunger. He has no idea what this means or what has caused his paleness. After loosing consciousness yet again he awakens to three corpses, all drained of blood and himself soaked in blood. He put it together rather quickly, he needed blood. He only knew that "LifeMk2" must have caused this and that he had no idea what this meant for himself. Been overwhelmed by this he has ran from this world. He was now a stranger on his own planet, and he could not take it.



Abilities: Vlad has increased strong, agility, perception and intelligence; Along with all of this Vlad has the following gifts: Shade, Cosmic Defense , and Chaos Manipulation.



Weakness: These gifts are based on ones knowledge, and concentration; if one is broken, or lost, their gift could be completely lost. The past often haunts Vlad, filling his mind and causing him to regress to a more chaotic version of himself; chaos manipulation is a gift that will engulf the user if not kept in check. They will begin to go mad, only able to regain their sense with the help of others.



Armor: None.



Weaponry:Vlad is equipped with one blade. The Blade of War and Famine is enchanted to allow for the absorption of energy that hits the blade; said energy may be dispersed as an attack, or stored; if stored the energy forms a thin layer around the blade and decreases the wear on the blade, as well as increasing the damage of the blade.

 

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Name: Kenji Hitachi

Spoiler: Picture

Age: 18

Occupation: Ronan

Abilities: Kenji has the ability to use Hollowed Summons and is a novice dagger wielder

Armor: Seeing as Kenji owned no set of armor he wore Kobe.

Weapons: Kenji had two simple daggers holstered on his hip.

Bio: Ever since childhood Kenji has been exposed to the dead; this, however, was only natural as his parents own a funeral home. At the age of ten his father began to teach him the trade; while it was nothing extravagant it allowed for a comfortable life style and he had no qualms with the life style. It has been five years since he had been taken under his fathers wing, and Kenji was excelling. He was a quick learner and had no trouble with the job; on some days he would have finished early enough to do independent studies. This would result in him having an above average knowledge index. Even with such a simple job he felt he was not wasting his time; he believed this to be something that was an important part of any civilized society. Being able to give families the satisfaction of putting loved ones to rest was enough. However things had began to change; he began to hear a voice. At first it was nothing more than a whisper, a pesky thought in the back of your kind. However, as the months past the voice began to grow louder and louder; it began to shout in his head. It demanded to be fed; flabbergasted he did not know why he was hearing such a strange voice. It all was made clear, however, when he was embalming the corpse of a recently deceased male. Although young, he had died of tachycardia—his death having been the day prior he smelt of death. This is when the urge came over him; just a taste of the mans flesh. This urge had bewildered Kenji as he had no idea what brought it about, he knew this was abnormal. However, he persevered and began the embalming. All was fine until he had a glimpse at the liver. Unconsciously he had cut off a small section, and put in a pan. This was his first taste of human.

 

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C/Users/Classified/Dangerous

//Decrypting Files on Xavier//

Last Image acquired:

Spoiler: Picture

Name: Xavier Mal

Abilities: He, seems, to be able to control the very essence of the universe; It is assumed he has been granted a Gift of the gods, in particular Electricity Manipulation. In addition to this he has been know to be lethal in unarmed combat.



Weaponry: He has been seen with a bow staff, however, it is to be noted that he has had it enchanted; this enchantment, from what could be assessed, is a form of gravitational magnification; this allows for a greater impact.



Armory: He is known for his bright red scale armor, this also has a form of enchantment on it. This armor seems to be resilient to most elemental magics, partially nullifying its powers.



Status: Unknown



Crimes: Treason, Homicide, Crimes Against Humanity

Description of Crimes: Treason: Planning and executing a coupe against the king.

Homicide: Execution of the King, and his royal guards.

Crimes Against Humanity: Ordering the mass execution of non-combatant nobles.



//End of Files//



Personal Bio:

Having been raised the bastard son of a noble Xavier came to despise the nobility. Being cast aside by his father, and having his mother executed, Xavier had nothing left. This was the beginning of his life as a mere thief; stealing just to survive he didn't have much, just what he could run with. This, however, changed when he was caught stealing a piece of bread; this, though it seemed small, was enough a reason for the government to throw him into the army. The army is where Xavier held true promise; he was a lethal man and was resourceful in a tough situation. Being sent around the world he was used in a division known to very few; he was a Knight. The Knights had a simple task, sever all ties and make sure no information was leaked; while he did not enjoy the fact he served under the king he enjoyed the loot he and his squad plundered; since they were not officially associated with the government they could do as they pleased. After he was finished from his tours, and his time served, he was a free man; more importantly he was a wealthy man. All the plunder he had gathered fetched him enough money to begin investing, allowing him to make even more money. Making a few wise decisions Xavier was a wealthy man, a powerful man. He held the position his own father once held, though it was all part of his plan; to create a new world, a better world. During this, however, he fell in love with a woman named Ally Small; this, however, would come to an end. This, however, was not known to anyone involved; after attaining this all Xavier decided it was time to do what he saw necessary. Still having his armor and weapons from his time of being a Knight Xavier began to acquire a vast array arsenal and militia; this was the first step in his larger plan; to topple the king and rid the world of his vindictive nature. In the process of attaining a militia Xavier made a few alliances with some of the other nobles; the reign of the malicious king must come to an end, however, it would cause a giant wake when it did. The empire would still attempt to reign with a new king; this was not acceptable. Xavier believed an all out war, one to completely decimate the empire was necessary; these people, who he found an alliance with, believe this as well. In total, including Xavier, it was a trio of like minded people; this would take decades to be fulfilled, but that was alright, he had people to accommodate for; his wife and his newborn son. The time between this and the revolution was mainly for training, recruitment, planning and resource gathering. Twenty one years have passed, his son was nowhere to be found and his wife was dead. Having searched for battle this last year he had a strange feeling, one that caused him to feel ecstatic. This would be revealed during the siege of an important port; it would make or break the war. It was at this point that the electrons in the air around Xavier electrified, frying friend and foe. It was at this point that he realized his gift; this gift awakened a blood lust he hasn't felt since his time as a Knight; he wanted war, a real war. It was at this point he decided it was time to kill the king. Setting off to kill the king Xavier had a militia behind him, and he would be stopped; he would avenge his wife and son; he would make it right; he would kill the King! What was to follow was an epic battle in which the King dies and he is teleported to this new world in search for his son, who may or may not be dead.

 

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Name: Ryuunosuke Yūta (隆之介 勇太)

Spoiler: Picture

Age: 18 ( 十八)

Devil Fruit: Buki Buki No Mi ( ブキブキの実)

Haki: Observation, Armament

Weaponry: On his hip he has a simple blade sheathed; this is complimented by the two daggers he keeps on his thigh.

Biography: Ryuu's seed of hatred for the Marines was planted many years ago. Born in a simply farm town his first few years were very happy. While he simply helped around the farm it was enough for him. This was fine until the Marines came; they took the town as theirs. They proclaimed it to be "protection" from the Pirates, yet the Marines presented a larger threat than the Pirates ever had! On one particular day it seemed his father had refused to give over what crops the Marines demanded, he needed to sell them. The harvest was thin and all of it had to be sold to even scrape by. The Marines cared not for this; they had demanded the crops and when he had told them that the crops were sold they beat him to death. This is where his hatred began; while it may seem a generic story this is what set him down his path. This is what decided his destiny.

 

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Jackal

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Bio: They call him "Jackal" for a reason; he is a ruthless killer. Born in the jungles of Vrak Jackal was trained to hunt and survive. Through the years Jackal was given a gift from the gods; the use of Magic! Magic, which came in many forms, was a very rare ability on Vrak and often led the person to great heights. Jackal, however, could care less for the "authority" that came from position; he believed strength ruled all and would prove it by winning fight after fight. This brought Jackal power and authority in his village, however, soon a great wind swept the land. War broke out throughout the world, or so Jackal was told. While the Village decided to stay neutral in this that did not mean that the war would avoid them. The war tore through the jungles; countless civilians were killed. Jackal would go on to defend his village; this led to the confrontation between Jackal and a Lieutenant General, his identity was of no consequence to him. However, this was one man Jackal could not kill! They were evenly matched; however, the Lieutenant General had the order to push forward and decided to escape battle. While this was not uncommon, for a man to flee from Jackal, it bothered him. None left Jackal so healthy as he had. This realization, however, is brought about Jackal being given his "Magic." While rebuilding the village Jackal had begun to hear voices, which came from no man. He could now have conversations with animals! While this didn't seem powerful Jackal lived in a jungle! He began to converse with the animals on a daily basis; this made hunting impossible! The animals feared him at first, he had killed so many of their kin, however he was able to make a few friends; the strong understand the strong after all! He had created a bond with a Dragon and a Hydra; the two "kings" of this jungle. These two did not mind the hunting, so long as it was not of their kin or themselves. The days past and their bonds deepened, however, Jackal was uncomfortable! He could not accept a draw in which the opponent could do more than crawl away! "I plan to leave this place, will you follow me?" Jackal asked both, the Dragon. And Hydra. They both decided to agree, they loved a good fight after all. His goal: to kill the Lieutenant General! However, as time progresses Jackal stumbles upon a Mage who offers mystery, adventure, and power; the thing Jackal loves to gain. He of course accepts this mages proposition, with the condition that he may have his Dragon and Hydra follow. After this Jackal awakens to a new world, one unknown to himself. His only hope is that the Lieutenant General is in this world as well.



Abilities: Jackal is skilled at hunting and killing. He is acrobatic and skilled at using combat knives and can use Nature Manipulation.

 

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Alexander

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Bio: Alexander lived his life as a scientist; from the age of ten he had a fascination with both chemistry and physics. He would grow up to quickly attain a Phd in both areas and begin his own research. However, the path his life was on would change as soon as he met him. His name was Vlad, a merchant by trade; however, Alexander could tell his heart belonged to science. After a few drinks, and one or two chats he decided to take Vlad as his apprentice. He had a sort of peaceful life, that is until he fell ill; upon falling ill he and Vlad rushed to find a cure. The search was endless; they combed over thousands of texts. The faithful day had come, they created a cure! "Life", as they called it, cured his illness; it had also awakened something inside of him; something he would hide from Vlad. He began to show signs of possessing Telekinesis. He would study himself in secret, not wanting to alarm Vlad. This, however, lead to his tragic downfall. While experimenting near his lab he had lost focus and things turned bad, very quickly. While levitating a knife Vlad had begun to approach the lab, this distraction caused him to impale himself with the knife; seeing as he was inexperienced it took him by surprise that it could be used with such magnitude. Upon bleeding out Alexander's true take began. Upon dying he went to what can only be described as a type of heaven; he meet many people, but more importantly he met a god; this God has long been forgotten; he was the controller of all things regarding order, and as such had domain over Alexander's own telekinesis. His death would last for hundreds of years; with this time he trained his own abilities and his use of telekinesis. Thought hundreds of years of training he eventually was able to control the very atoms in a substance; not only this, but he was also able to create things, though small at the moment. His training, however, would be interrupted, he was brought back to life; he would awaken to a barren land, many cult like figured stood around, chanting. It seems many bodies were materializing, coming back to life, as it were. This, however, was not the main point of interest; the main focus was the slowly materializing creature, that's all he could describe it as. "What... The... Fuck..." Is all he said, falling back down on his ass. He stood and attempted to use his vector magic, however, it seems the experience hadn't transferred from death.... What shit luck. He ran for miles, trying to escape what he just saw; however, he had met a mysterious man, this man offered him a portal to a new land, one without that creature; he gladly accepted.



Abilities: Telekinesis, High Intelligence, Expert at Hand To Hand and Swordplay

 

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Cornelius Faux

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Age: 21



Abilities: Cornelious has been blessed with an increased, that is to say above average, perception. This is to say that his senses are higher and allow him additional benefits in battle. This is complimented by his mastering of swordsmanship and ability to use Spatial Reconstruction Magic.



Weaponry: Cornelious is equipped with a simple broadsword; made of a simple steel it was given to him by his father when he left for Fiore.



Armory: Cornelious simply wears a set of leather armor; while the light nature of the armor helps his mobility it can only withstand so much.



Bio: Cornelious was born into a simple merchant life; his father was a local trader and did not deal in many valuable items. His father was a simple man and instilled a set of morals into Cornelious. His mother was a simple seamstress, though that is not very important to this story. Being in this environment he lived an awfully boring life. His family was very close, though they were divided on one topic; Cornelious's future. While Cornelious felt it proper to serve the Magic Council his parents begged him to relinquish this dream and concede to being a simple merchant. While he saw nothing wrong with being a merchant he did not feel as though it was his calling. With this he enrolled into an academy for aspiring mages. This academy was located in Fiore and as such he knew he had to leave his home town, family and loved ones. This was more of an obstacle, rather than a problem. While he was in top physical fitness his magical abilities were non existent, and as such he had a tough time at the academy. His life, however, changed when he travelled back home after his first year ended. What he came back to was a mass grave; his entire village was destroyed, nothing but ashes and torched bodies were present. Dropping to the ground he was in utter shock. He lost everyone, and everything, he had held dear. While he felt the urge to completely break down his morals wouldn't allow it, the same morals his father instilled in him. Show no weakness, it is not honorable. With this the ground around him began to shake, rocks began to levitate. It seemed this rage, anger at the flames that destroyed his village, had awakened his magic. He was now ready. Holdings anger inside, using it as a driving force for him to move further in his studies of magic, he set off on his adventure; to avenge his village and purge the world of evil.

 

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Drake

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While the war on Vrak ragged ok Drake made his fortune. Fighting for neither side in particular he was a bounty hunter. He was very good at what he did, not to say he was the best, but he knew how to use a weapon. In the beginning it was small contracts; cheaters, murders and other criminals. He, however, reached for greater heights; very quickly he began to pick up contracts for corporations; espionage, sabotage, assassination. Nothing was off limits. He, however, couldn't do this forever; soon he was being hunted. This hint began due to a contract he had accepted with a large business that sided with the Federation; it was simple, steal some blueprints and get out. These blueprints, however, would alter the course of the war. It was the blueprints to a weapon that could finally harness the power of the H few people had. They were so close, they almost had enough to create a prototype. There was an accident, however, he had come into contact with what they called the capacitor; to be clear this accident was an explosion. This explosion was not deadly, not even harmful. Quickly escaping with the blueprints he quickly heard of multiple contracts on his head, they all wanted the blueprints. This was one of his hardest contracts, how did he do it? Well, he had a Gift of his own; Mimicry. His ability to mimic anything he's seen was something of unimaginable quality; this went from faces, voices, skills even other Gifts. After hearing the fact that he had a contract on his head he ran into a mysterious man; this man seemed to be a wonderful sage, he had many Gifts. These Gifts have been accumulated for such a long time, or so he was told. His story was a long one, and it would continue.



Weapons: Drake carries a set of four daggers; each were enchanted in a different way.

D1: This has a constant poisoning effect applied to it.

D2: This knife has the ability to catch fire whenever the user felt necessary.

D3: This knife has the ability to teleport back to the wielder after thrown.

D4: This knife has the ability to cripple the enemy; stunning them for one turn.

In addition he carries three smoke bombs for each fight.

Armor: Drake wears a set of light leather armor.

Abilities: Superior intelligence coupled with his ability to mimic anything--this includes faces, bodies, voices, magic, and gifts--has allowed him to become good at what he does.

 

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Nestric

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Bio: Born to a war-torn world Nestric has never known family. He grew up as a thief; he stole what he could from the local market to survive. This, however, is what drags Nestric into the war he despises; upon entering the market, on a particularly cloudy day, the market was sieged. He was captured and turned into a soldier. The next few years of his life was spent in multiple campaigns, Nestric rose to the rank of Lieutenant General and was an all-star on the battlefield. The war was coming to an end when Nestric was ordered to march upon a monastery. As Nestric besieged the monks he was struck down by an arrow, as he fell he saw his men retreating. Upon waking up in a cold sweat he finds himself restrained on a bolder. "What is the meaning of this!?!" Nestric exclaims in discontent and anger. "Kill me now if you expect to get any information!" The Monks only stare at Nestric. "Why do you fight?" The Monks question. "For His Highness! For my country!" He exclaims pridefully. "But tis not your country nor He Your Highness." The Monk replies in a monotone voice. "Do you not feel different? Deep down you know you do not belong." While it is true Nestric has felt somewhat discontent with his surroundings lately he thought nothing of it. "You presumptuous fool! When His Highness heads of this you shall be executed!" "And what of you? Shall you be awarded a metal? No, he will dispose of you. When that time comes find this place, find what you have lost, find ......" Nestric was knocked unconscious. Upon awakening Nestric found himself strung up on a stake. "What is the meaning to this!?! Release me at once!" He wildly looked at his allies... No, his former allies. He was betrayed. "Lieutenant General Nestric! For your failure on the battlefield and your inability to stay silent you are sentenced to exile!" "GENERAL! I have said nothing; don't you dare insult my honor!" "Why else would you have been released without any signs of torture!? Leave him nothing!" They released Nestric many miles from the camp. What else was Nestric to do? He set out for the monastery. The most dangerous part of this hike was the terrain; the jungle. The natives were not friendly; they attack on sight. While attempting to avoid the sight of natives and the deadly animals Nestric notices something; it is beautiful here. The serine, pure land. Nature. It all has its own claim to this place; why should he have attempting to aim it all for his, no, for a country. Nestric had finally arrived, however, the monastery was decrepit. They had already been defeated. Upon approaching the monastery he saw The Monk's head on a stake. The declaration of their defeat. Nestric ventured beyond this until he reached the inner sanctum, a shimmer of light illuminating the center of the room--this called to him! He stood in the center and collapsed; a sea of information rushing into his mind; he felt he would die. This knowledge, however, was locked away--if it was not his mind would have fried. Nestric now beings his new quest; to uncover who The Monk was, what he stood for, what he wanted me to find, what is it that happened in the mine start, why am I still alive? Nestric has set forth on this adventure and with each step he gains more of that hidden knowledge.

Abilities: As a soldier Nestric mastered the use of swords and daggers. After his campaign he began to exhibit signs of having a Gift. It appears to be psychological, though it has not been confirmed.

 

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Chao

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Chao is the God of chaos, alas, his corporeal body has died many eons ago. This occurred to all Gods as they went to war and was a simple process of living through a host; while some called these men prophets Chao simply saw them as usable mortals; after all the Gods are what allowed for any form of magic to exist. To further explain this upon a Gods death they're consciousness splinters and they are able to find apostles and a prophet; this is to say that they can spread their, general, power to the masses and harness the purest form in one being. While this would not be as powerful, or as pure, as what the Deitys was it would be significantly better than that of the average apostle. Upon this splintering the Deitys became dormant creatures, only awakening when the hosts life was in danger, when brought extremely close to some object that contained an exuberant amount of their energy, or when called upon(assuming the host knew of their existence). With this most hosts when their entire lives without knowing about the being within them and, sadly, was never able to fully Utilize their powers. The powers of these men, these apostles and prophet, were called Gifts; they were, after all, a gift of the Deity; though it seemed to be a more half assed effort at survival. The time of Deitys ended long ago and they simply gave a guiding hand in the modern era, not being able to afford giving too much advice.



Abilities: Chao holds the purest form of chaos magic; he does not work as a conductor, as Vlad does, he simply creates and harnesses the chaos with his energy; this is the energy Vlad uses. This, however, is limited as Vlads mortal body could not withstand the amount of energy Chao truly had.