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Gaian name: Joa Boo
Character name: King Stickler the 3rd
Race: Human
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Weapons: Great axe, duel swords, large shield and lance
Powers: skillful warrior and knight, slight control over force, jugernaught form

Bio: King Stickler the 3d rules over the kingdom of Kine. For the majority of his monarchy he ruled with a mighty fist. Although he was rigged with his rules and control over Kine, the people still loved him as their King. He fueled the kingdom through its 5th golden age, using the surplus of money strolling into the city to build a monopoly on most trades of the day. All of the hype in culture ran with flying colors through the city, that is, only human culture. The kingdom was known for its hatred and Stickler liked it that way. He fed to their hatred of all other races, continuing war with other near by kingdoms that was called home to other races until the entire continent was only a place for humans. Once it was finally annexed of all other races, Stickler announced the kingdom as one, the mighty holy land Kine. The Creators favored Stickler’s movement towards the value of specific races. They dubbed the human race as a higher race then most of the others that dwelled on Aeonce. After that King Stickler joined forces with Darth Gravear, Heavon 7, and countless other factions under one force known as the Omega Alliance. Their mission was to end the anarchy rising, the Dark Hand.

Personality: gentle as a king with loads of charm but a brute when it came to battle. He was well educated and able to think a few steps ahead of his opponents. Has a deep hatred for other races and usually can use that to boost his fighting skills against them.

Appearance:
http://sean-d-omega.deviantart.com/art/King-Rauchnor-80347757
Status: Dead

Gaian name: Joa Boo
Character name: Vehemoth
Race: Tree Ent
Age: 87
Gender: Male
Weapons: beast masher ((sword))
Powers: solid state, poison element, jugernaught form, growth, over power

Bio: Vehemoth was once a man who fought alongside Mitus back when they where both younger and less professional. He was one of Gloria’s main guardians while she made her pilgrimage to Fray during the demonic rain over Aeonce. The eventually won but Vehemoth sacrificed himself for their victory. He was engulfed into the green demon the nested into Baji. Years pasted until he was reincarnated as an Ent. Now he fights alongside the Omega Alliance as a weapon, all he has ever known was fighting as like his famous words, “I was born with a serious of skills. I am no thinker, I am no builder, I am no charmer, but man can I kill. Why not live what I can do? What else is there for me to know?”

Personality: The definition of a guardian. Vehemoth is the kind of guy that will endure anything with you and for you. He is extremely loyal to no end. The kind of guy that can make you laugh in a moment of full despair.

Appearance:
http://sirspoothead.deviantart.com/art/Ent-40575033
Status: dead

Gaian name: Joa Boo
Character name: Vossler
Race: Celestial
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Weapons: long lance with a large shield, bow and arrow, long sword
Powers: Angelic prayer, white magic, holy magic, knightly skills

Bio: Vossler is a general under Mitus who specifically leads his battalion of celestial Pegasus knights. He has worked with Mitus for years as the protection coordinator at the academy of heroes. Vossler now fights as apart of the Omega Alliance and leads his knights to glory.

Personality: loyal to his crew and hard headed. Very heroic.

Appearance:

http://lun2004.deviantart.com/art/Luminous-Knight-131214764
Status: dead

Gaian name: Joa Boo
Character name: Jade
Race: Human
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Weapons: duel revolvers, sniper rifle, marine knife
Powers: extremely good marksmen, fastest hands in all of Aeonce.
Level: 41
Over Drive: air strike
Overdrive description: Air Strike is a very powerful overdrive that does tons of physical damage and some alteration of environment. It is only usable when there is no cover over head and any target under cover is unaffected for the most part, unless there is damage done to their cover. A huge airship flies over head with tones of powerful rocket propelled muscles’. It unleashes them at every available target and explodes on impact. Some explosions brake up the environment causing more damage.

Bio: Jade grew up on a small town on Medagerith with two siblings and his parents. His town consisted of four streets, three small ones that ran parallel, and one that connected them all in the middle. The tiny town resided off the outskirts of the main kingdom. While the town held on to their simple life the rest of the world quickly changed. The tiny town was unaffected for awhile until the kingdom called for a draft. Both of his older brothers where forced to join. Jade had never been opened to the thought of war and was the only one out of his three brothers to actually want to join. Unfortunately he was too young at the time of the draft and was held behind. While undertrained, his brothers went to war with the primitive natives to the land and where killed that same year.

When it came time for him to join up he was dead set on being the best. Jade quickly leveled through the ranks and practiced non stop. It became his life. Everything about the army and shooting he loved. He was loose with his women, got involved with drugs, and gambled all his money away. Despite his rebellious state he was so good that the chief of security had to promote him to general. For a few more years Jade served as general and led to a few victories. One night, while partying, a fight broke out and Jade was on top of it. He ended up killing the three by shooting them through the head. He was then revoked of his position and seen as an insane man. After being excommunicated form the kingdom he went back to his hometown. What he didn’t know is that it was ran sacked and destroyed while he was in the army. Now with no job, no skills to get a job, and being hated by everyone, Jade became a drunk.

He traveled from town to town as a drunken raging hobo, starting fights with every bar he went. He picked up anything he could to make a bit of money. He would shovel horse poop in stalls, whore himself to unsatisfied women, and occasionally kill. His biggest profit came form anyone that knew he had the fastest gun slinging skills in the world. He was then hired by a big time CEO of a huge company to work as head of security. Jade worked there for awhile until a huge fight broke out and ended it all. He killed a bunch of Dark Hand soldiers and took off with a girl he met named Whisper. The two became big time enemies to the Dark Hand and where sought out by any mercenary. They fled to Heaven 7, it was taken over, and now they run lose around Aeonce looking for a new place to hide each time. Jade picked up his bad habits again after awhile. He wasn’t so sure what to do with his life now that there wasn’t anymore fighting to do. All he knew was warfare and he searched for a place to fit in.

Personality: very easy going, adds a lot of his humor to the setting.

Appearance: http://reaper78.deviantart.com/art/Fantasy-Human-Gunner-120100290

Status: Alive

Gaian name: Joa Boo
Character name: Tocan
Race: Goblin
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Weapons: a shield and an axe, two handed great axe, limited building supplies, sniper(Ogre)
Powers: alchemists, architect, decent warrior
Level: 4

Bio: Tocan’s the crazy, that’s what they called him. He was a display of slimy green goblin health at its finest, but only in the flesh. His mind on the other hand, that was a whole different story. Tocan was born in the baptism of physics and engineering at a very young age through his father’s work. Both of his parents were slaves to the noble lord of the land, Minachi Desevelle. The nobility made a fine wealth off of the minerals hid away within the vast mountain tundra of Barosuk. Tocan’s father, Rootwa, built and engineered the whole mining system and a complex one at that using the loads of cash Minachi put into it. Here, Tocan learned everything. He learned the different mechanisms that made things tick; he learned chemistry, physics, biology, all of these things from simply living through it. Tocan’s pure genius was never something to match with the scholars of the day that graduated from universities from all over Aeonce, but it was something none of them could match either because he could build anything needed in the way of survival. He didn’t need fancy machines or tools; all of it was done by hand.

Tocan grew up taking his father’s place. Watching his only son grow up into the same cycle he lived, Rootwa decided to do something very risky, he would try to free them from their slavery. He hated the idea that his son would live the same horrible life he was forced to live. So he made a plan. When all of the slaves went into the mine, Rootwa would rig the mining cars to brake in the middle of the track, forcing the slaves and their binding guards to continue on foot. The slaves knew those paths and caverns much better then the guards and used them to run off, hide, and attack from the shadows. One by one they killed the guards and fortified within the caverns. Although they had a slight advantage, Rootwa knew him and the rest of the slaves would not last against the endless waves of Minachi’s soldiers. He thought fast, feeling the deep pressure of the many helpless slaves surrounding him, one most important being his only son. He took his son aside and told him what he would do, told Tocan that he would sacrifice his own life, run into the caverns and meet the guard before they got to far in and distract them while everyone else ran free. Tocan didn’t really understand what his father was telling him until he handed something over. Rootwa untied a long pole structure that had always been worn on his back. No one had ever seen what was in it. All Rootwa ever said about it was that it carried his supplies for him. As Tocan slowly opened it, his eyes glowed with the mystery of the beautiful instrument that unraveled from the tubing. In his hands lied everything that his father amounted too. In his hands was his father’s life, a sniper rifle he engineered called the Ogre. Rootwa told his son to run, and shoot anything that followed him. Tocan listened closely to his father with tears in his eyes. Once the word was given, Tocan took off running down the caverns as his father turned and ran in the opposite direction.

It felt like Tocan had been running for hours. His eyes and ears where bleeding from the constant stress. The whole time he ran he could here gun shots and yelling, swords clinging and crying, explosions everywhere and things dying. Finally, without the strength to move on any further, Tocan fell against the ground in a daze. He began to see weird things, almost as though he was hallucinating. The walls would move, he could feel tings crawling from underneath his skin. The agony of his fear had driven him mad.

Then one morning, as Tocan awoke in a hang over of blurry emotions, he heard a voice calling, something was moving from down the cavern toward him from the way he had came. The voice called louder until Tocan noticed it was coming from his gun. He couldn’t tell if he was hallucinating or not and freaked out. He didn’t know what to do, quickly forcing him into another shock episode. He could hear the gun telling him, over and over again, ‘Run, shoot anything that follows, shoot anything that follows, SHOOT ANYTHING THAT FOLLOWS!’ With anxiety building, Tocan does as the voice says. He aims down the corridor through the scope, finds a mining car, and pulls the trigger. The power of the rifle cuts back with the force of the bullet breaking out of the long barrel and knocks Tocan against the wall behind him. The shear explosions of the rifle shot clear through the mining car and set the contents within it on fire. As the car neared Tocan stopped it with his foot and investigated to find with horror the contents was his very own father. Misery and sadness filled in but he very quickly found comfort as he heard the voice say, ‘It will all be okay from now on. We don’t need them. We have each other right. As long as you do what I say, everything will be fine!’ Tocan was perplexed; his twisted life had been ripped to shreds and then thrown through a blender. He had lost all sense of mind and while losing it, something else found it.

Tocan found himself wondering Barosuk, building wondrous buildings and notorious structures. All though he did have his moments of destroying all other competition, he was most of the Countries first choice. When the massive global civil war started up, Tocan built airships for the Omega Alliance and designed the military base, Roderick. He also mapped out much of the caverns his father built and shared it with the Collective, which he also sold to the Dark Hand when they settled in. Throughout the whole thing he remained neutral because neither side suspected anything from the insane goblin, which was exactly the way he liked it.

Personality: Tocan is a bit strange. Most would call him crazy because of his simple and alternate universe he lives in. All though he is very brilliant and can most of the time answer any given question, he seems distant at most times, as if not all there.

Appearance: http://mercuralis.deviantart.com/art/Never-Give-a-Goblin-Coffee-91181382


Status: Alive

Gaian name: Joa-Boo
Character name: Specter
Race: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Weapons: Long knife, pistol, Levendeta((name of his long sword))
Powers: ghost((the power to go invisible, walk through, and flying))
Level: 168

Bio: ((needs edited))

Personality: dark, rebellious, loyal, suspicious(sp)
Appearance:

Gaian name: Joa Boo
Character name: Sim 157
Race: Robot
Age: 200 Tara Bites
Gender: simulation of male
Weapons: high powered rocket launcher, Gatling gun, taser, saw blade
Powers: highly inelegant, can hack or assist building mods and weapons.

Bio: Sim 157 is a robot built by Tocan in the near future. He was first thought up when Tocan realized he needed more help with building Roderick back. Tocan built him out of the scrap pieces he could find and quickly assembled Sim 157. Sim was made to greatly assist Tocan in anything he needed help but didn’t have much power. Tocan carrries Sim on his back like a book bag unless he finds a use for him and supplies it with a battery. The batteries are usually a compound of some kind of acid found in a crystal deposit similar to the ones Tocan was enslaved to mine. While up and running, Sim does everything and anything Tocan needs him to, also known as Tocan’s overdrive.

Personality: any computed response that fits his programming, mostly assistance based
Appearance: http://betteo.deviantart.com/art/bad-and-rad-37-126795715
Status: alive
Level:2x ((x being Tocan’s level))