In no particular order (also, I expect a damn medal for this!):
[blockquote]The Hairminator
Name: Zorena
Race: Demon
Age: 3000 years- appears as 17
Description: (when not in demon form) Short dark hair, Yellow cat-like eyes. Very cat-like nature over all, quick and quite the coward. Cares mostly for herself. When she transforms her skin turns from pale to a more red tone. She grows leathery wings, a sharp tail and horns. Tends to avoid open confrontations, at least with strong enemies. More of a back-stabbing personality. Aligns herself with what seems best at the moment.
Power: An ability charm others, a sort of hypnosis. She can even influence strong angels, but against an attacking opponent it would do nothing more than to create hesitation. Is faster than most beings, which makes up for her poor strength. Primary weapon is the poisonous sting from her tail (Slow working poison, lethal to weaker angels within 24 hours, stronger ones are simply in great pain for a few days. Antidote is not very complicated to mix, and the formula is known by the loyalist angels and the demons, although no other faction.) .
Biography: Zorena has lived most her 'life' as a demon stalking humans, making offers to them, in trade of their souls. Most demons her age has moved on from this stage, and became fighters or guards (or tormentors for that matter) in hell. She is not truly evil, only lust driven and extremely selfish, and has no empathy.
Since she is not very efficient in open battle, despite her age, most demons see her as useless and a weakling.
Call her a weakling to her face however, and chances are you will die a long and agonizing death regretting it.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]DuplicateValue
Name: Faethryn
Race: Fallen
Age: 16
Description: Medium height and quite thin, with shoulder-length black hair that covers one of his bright, grey eyes. He has snow-white skin with a single scar, blood-red, that runs across his left cheek. His large eyes convey a permanent sorrow and a deep compassion for the safety of others. He usually goes bare-chested, revealing the words "For virtue, through valour" cut roughly into his pale chest.
He goes completely unarmoured to allow for quick and easy movement, and carries a special bow with thorns running down the front of it, given to him by God during his time as an angel. To be hit by an arrow from the bow sends the victim into a state of despair, crippling their heart with feelings of loss and heartbreak.
Powers: Even though he lost most of his angelic powers after his fall from grace, Faethryn has retained enough power to summon an impenetrable barrier of light when the need arises, to protect himself or others. The barrier can be moved and manipulated by Faethryn, making it possible for it to be used as a weapon in combat.
Biography: As a human, Faethryn (then Killian Dawn) was fiercly loyal to those he loved, and died to protect his best friend. To reward his selflessness, God made Killian an angel and bestowed the name 'Faethryn' upon him. For many long, ageless years, Faethryn served God loyally, always striving to do what he saw as right. But, when God decided to lay his judgement on the human race, Faethryn's urge to protect the innocent overpowered his will to follow the orders of his Lord. Seeing the division of Heaven unfolding before him, he took up his bow and joined the ranks of the fallen. He knew that God would not easily forget one of his finest archers, and hoped that he could one day convince the Lord to have mercy on the humans before too many of his brethren fell by his bow.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Quad08
Name: Mahzian, the Finder
Race: Angel
Age: 30
Description: Tall and imposing. His eyes are pure silver and his hair
is short and black. He wears white and gold armour that covers his chest,
arms, legs and feet. He usually has a cold smile on his lips.
Powers: His eyes show him a different world. Even though they make him see
the world in shades that are much darker than normal, souls glow brightly
so none may hide from him. He may also blind those who look at his eyes.
His angelic weapons are silver raiper and a bow with silver arrows that follow his sight.
Biography: Once a blind, poor man, who lived a moral life, the man who
was to become Mahzian was rewarded with becoming an angel in Gods service.
However, he was worried that his inabilty to see would hamper his ability to
serve, so God gave him the ability to "see" the souls of others so that he
may find those who have lost there way. When God gave the order that humanity
was to be purged, Mahzian agreed for those who turned there back on the Lord
a quick death was an easy mercy. He now uses his sight to find those in hiding
and end there life. [/blockquote]
[blockquote]Pandalisk
Name: Otto Bias Zollar
Race:Human
Age:26
Description: 6 ft, well built and muscular, Blond hair, Blue eyes, German Heritage but american citizen, tough face, Curved scar on cheek
Powers: Human Ingenuity?
Biography: A colonel in the German army, Otto also has a sence of duty, a sence of honour, and a religious mindset, he believed that he needn't fear death in war, that god had chosen his time to pass on into the next life, Little did he think that God would personally come do it Himself.
The saying "Their are no Athiests in foxholes" has never been truer, the men who did their foxholes to protect themselves from God Himself certainly beleive in him, few know of this genocidal campaign, but soon it will be impossible to contain, a million voices will cry out in anguish as gods angels of death fall upon the land, but God has over-looked a small detail, Humanities sheer will to survive.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]ThreeWords
Name: Revelation
Race: Fallen
Age: Seven thousand, four hundred and fifty eight years, though he appears to be in his mid twenties
Description: Tall, with long dark hair, his face is handsome, but few ever see it, for the main feature is his eyes, which are unique. To look into them is to stare into the abyss, a blissful oblivion in contemplation of divine grace, totally devoid of thought. They eyes were given him by God, according to his nature of revelation, and as such, their power can stun even the strongest of angels, should they ever meet his eyes.
Powers: His eyes, but also the power to detect lies, see hidden things and sometimes to know things inexplicably (think alethiometer style), or detect peoples secrets (within limits), though it tires him
Weapons: Revelation wields a sword made from a strange sliver blue metal like silver, but stronger than steel. His armour is formed from the same material, and is engraven with phrases and sentences that are different to each reader, telling him unpleasant truths or hinting at deep secrets
Biography: Created by God to be the Angel of Revelation, a messenger to the people of earth, Revelation assumed the name from his title and went to work. Given the gifts of truth, he was able to not only serve his original purpose well, but became a valuable advisor, as he could access a store of omniscient knowledge.
When God decided to invade Earth, Revelation looked into the problem and saw what he must do. It pained him, but he knew he had to rebel against God, and fight the side of humanity against the heavenly host
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[blockquote]Kotorfan04
Name:JoJo
Race: Demon
Age: ???
Powers: Besides a sharp wit the only power JoJo has is the ability to vanish into thin air.
Height: 3'7"
Weight: 78 lbs
Description a short runted thing, JoJo has a gnarled nose and twisted ears, his skin is rather leathery, and there isn't a hair upon his body. JoJo disdains combat and prefers to woo his enemies rather than slay them. The only thing he loves more than making a deal that favors him.
Background: JoJo has been around for quite some time. One of his first memories is being chased by a T-Rex, and then things got rather boring until humans showed up and displayed an ability to reason. Then things got interesting. He enjoys dealing with shrewd business men and tyrants alike. Otherwise he often deals with small folk, stealing their children or convincing them to hand over their life savings.
JoJo inhabits the body of Harvey Klein, accountant from January 1st to April 15. He does love tax season.
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[blockquote]ToxicPiranah
Name: Ansiel - The Constrainer
Race: Angel
Age: 22
Description: A giant amongst the Angels, standing almost as tall as Gabriel, he wears armour of silver across his chest, legs and arms. His eyes are golden brown and his hair dark brown.
Powers (if any): His presence cause enemies to lose focus on attacking him, weaker enemies are further disorientated. By concentrating Ansiel can strengthen the effect of his presence but when doing so he limits his own capabilities to basic speech and slow movment.
Weapons: He carries a long spear and a short sword crafted from the finest gold but stronger than any known metal. He also carries a pair of manacles, which when placed on anyone render them powerless(they can still move and communicate). They are an anathema to all daemon kind.
Biography: He was a guard in the prisons of the pharaohs, mocked for being pious and 'Soft handed' he was strict but fair. He was known for never punishing prisoners unless they justly deserved it. He was elevated to the ranks of Angels on the day he was murdered by a prisoner. He answered Gods call immediately being one of the first Angels to descend to Earth.
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[blockquote]TheGreatCoolEnergy
Name: Jason Smith
Race: Human
Age: 21
Description: An average man, with brown hair and brown eyes. Wears a regualr pair of glasses due to eye problems in his left eye. Usualy wears just a T-shirt and jeans, as well as a backpack(which he uses to carry stuff)
Powers (if any): Exceptionaly skilled with fire-arms, skilled driver, moderate mechanique and computer specialist, realatively good survivalist
Weapons: Pump action 12 Gauge, Hunting Knife.
Biography: Jason lived in northern Ontario(Canada) with his Dad until he was 18. He learned many survival skills, as his Dad was a nature enthuisist, and they often went camping with nothing but the packs on their backs. He also picked up skill at a young age in weaponry useage, and he proved a natural at using a gun. Since they lived so isolated, he also became skilled in repairing things. When he turned 18 he began attending the Sudbury university, where he studied programming. However, on his 20th birthday, he learned his Dad had been killed by a rouge Angel. He vowed vengance and began work as a freelance Merc, specializing in combatting the Occult. When the War between Heaven and Hell errupted, Jason was more than ready to face the challenge and fight alongside Humanities armies.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]LiteraryLitany
Name: Belia
Race: Demon
Age: Pre-dates humanity, looks to be in early twenties
Description: Usually has long, white-blonde hair and a wholesome, angelic appearance, but a substantial height and warrior's reach, despite the 'cute' proportions of her figure. Her eyes are a crystalline blue, unnaturally so, and
Powers (if any): Belia, besides her skill won in battle, has a natural gift for illusion and the ability to tap into the potential of others. She can confuse the sight of enemies, or tempt potential allies, known for a willingness to grant power to those in service to her and by extension her command of many minions, humans whom she has granted dark powers, and lesser beings of darkness whose loyalty she's won and with that the ability to summon their aide.
Biography: Belia was one of Lucifer's original Host who fought with him in the War of Heaven. This was more out of a loyalty to Lucifer himself than any true wickedness in her own heart, so her adjustment to life among the damned was slow. In fact, she took to it with such sullenness that she was eventually recalled from earth, if only to serve at Lucifer's side again, where she was much happier. When she was eventually coaxed away from the side of her master, it was with a fresh outlook. She set about inspiring the kind of loyalty Lucifer himself had engendered in her. She tempted with power, or simply with the promise of camaraderie. Either way, it became well known that those who summoned Belia would be offered ripe rewards, if they could prove to her their sincerity of service. Yet despite her methods of temptation and punishment, Belia still sees herself as an honorable being, more akin to the Fallen than her fellow Demons, although she considers the Fallen to be somewhat naive tools of her master until they prove themselves personally to be otherwise.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]ScaredCougar
Name:Gaius Tilamor
Race:Angel! After commanding words from Quad08
Age:345 but looks about 29
Description:One of the few angels with dark hair, he has brown short hair and stark blue eyes. His skin is quite fair, with no facial hair. Gaius is very tall, standing at 6' 7''. He is muscly but skinny.
Powers:Can call on a set of shining armor and long sword that lowers the very will of the enemy and can strike down most things in a couple of blows.
Biography:Gaius was a bit of an outcast, while ecxelling at his job as a fighter angel. He killed many demons, but not much has happened to hm over the years, so there is not much to say. He never jokes, is precise and does not, under any circumstances (so far) get hot headed and angry.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]bad rider
Name:Isaiah
Race: Angel
Age: Would look around 35
Description: A strong build wearing a helm, has long blonde hair and a face with a dark complexion, a furrowed brow and sorrowful eyes, with scars across his arms legs and torso. Perhaps the most remarkable feature is that his wings are remarkably strong and larger than average.
Powers (if any): An ability to create a holy flame to cleanse the scourge which humanity has brought upon the world.
Biography: Currently serving under archangel Michael he has been through enough massacres to know what will come, he has served without faltering in gods will since his arms could carry the sword with which to carry out the commands placed upon him. He knows bloodshed well, enough so that he knows the chances of survival with his opponents. A respected fighter often admired for his prowess and feats of strength, but questioned over his sense of morality.
Many have called him blinded by faith and distraught by his disfavor amongst the Lord. He will often pray for a sign to show him his true path in life. When no answer comes he spars, and when called upon he will rampage though the lords enemy's never faltering continuing until every muscle is brought past exhaustion and continuing until the last foe is trampled beneath his feat. Perhaps this was learnt on the days of fighting demons, when the fight between heaven and hell was first served and he was but a naive foot soldier scared of death, hungry and tired, with most of his brethren defeated. (He himself at this point had never spilt an inch of blood and had spent his time tending the wounded to avoid combat.) Until he stumbled across a wounded demon, an easy kill to get the ball rolling, however he couldn't take blood, he wouldn't this war would not be won that easily. He left that demon be and continued to tend the wounded. Later he would discover the triage tent aflame and demons ripping it to pieces =. From that day he realized, give no quarter and follow your superiors commands.
This in hand he began a new chapters in his life. From demon slaying, to slaying the wicked even scorching the earth where such things once laid. Death was his calling but it soon became him, as such when mankind began to grow and he was pulled away from duty he had to watch in horror as mankind began a path of sin. One he was for forbade from correcting. He felt tested, he had to wait for his time to come. The slaughter of mankind was approaching rumors had spread as far for him to notice. Patience was not a strength of his. However obedience was. The time would come for him to atone, he was not to know when.
These days he spends his time sparring against others. Learning from his mistakes and using his ability's in ways to change a battlefield and change the environment into a weapon. Many a time him and his opponents take things to far resulting in days of sparring with one opponent with the winner being rendered unconscious for days and the looser for months on end. Time he would rather loose than sit bored. He Often uses a large chain with both hands to fight, favoring close combat. He follows a motto of. " To learn to fight as a warrior, you must first overcome hesitance. When you no longer so much as blink, then you know truly what god asks, when he asks for your obedience and servitude."
Perhaps it would seem odd, that an angel with such conviction would be in disfavor with god, but that in itself is a past long forgotten by Isaiah.[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Xero Scythe
Name: Damien Lier
Race: Fallen Born
Age: 17
Description: 6'5" with silver hair and ice cold blue eyes. Often wears black gloves and oversized army boots to hide his hands and feet. Instead of having 5 toes, he has 3 talons on the end of his foot and another talon extending out of his heel, flat to the ground. His fingers end in 3 inch long claws, thick and unbreakable. (Look at an Asmodian from Aion for an idea how they look.) Extremely muscular.
Powers: Damien can manipulate Darkness itself, disappearing into the shadows only to appear elsewhere or cloaking himself in the night. His greatest ability, however, it to manipulate the darkness in hearts, able to twist them to his purposes. He rarely uses this ability, as he believes it is dishonorable.
Biography: Damien was born in darkness and in darkness he remains. Born in the slums of Los Angeles, he left his mother at an early age, disgusted with the life of alcohol and debauchery she was living. At age 13, he first used his powers. Running with a gang, Damien wanted out. Instead of letting him go, the leader decided to have Damien killed. At night, while being chased down by the gang, bullets missing him by inches, Damien sought to hide in the darkness he has known all his life. He turned a corner and ran into a pitch-black alley. The leader carried a flashlight, shining it right at Damien, staring him right in his eyes. Yet the leader did not see Damien. Damien realized his new-found seat of power and laughed. the boss became spooked, and started to fire into the night. Damien walked up to him, calm as rain, and grabbed the man's head with his deadly claws. He squeezed, sectioning the man's head like an orange. He then hunted down each and every member of the gang. No record exists for that night.
Weakness: Damien cannot stand bright light. It weakens his powers. He cannot escape into shadows when a bright light is banishing his powers.[/blockquote]Sorry if I missed anyone's character, but take it with OP and not with me. Just helping him out here.
