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Name: seirya
Age: 16
Race: human
Faction: fallen gypsy princess
Profession:Trained in the art of servitude
Appearence:
Bio: she was a princess untill something happened to her father and mother when they were traveling ((evil animal creature atacked them but she lived) she ran away so she wouldn't die either but she got lost in the forest.
Powers/Other: able to sing and dance really well and when she sings it atracks everyone but not just guys, girls too.

Name: cyd
Age: 16
Race: human
Faction: wanderer
Profession: well she wonders out side a lot and gets lost
Appearence:


Bio: cyd was taught how to fight and take care of her self after her mother died. her father thought her when she was only 6 years old she knows how to use a bow and arrow and also a swored if she needs to. she always got lost during the training and she still does thats how she gets into a whole bunch of mix ups and messes.
Powers/Other: just the power to get lost.

Name: Blaze Whiteflame
Age: Unknown (looks around 18.)
Race: wolf anthro
Faction: Rebel
Profession: Firemage
Appearance:
Bio: She's not entirely clear on her past. She woke up on the rim of a volcano with garbled memories. She was able to decipher enough that she could make her own bow, could use her fire magic and use shortswords. She also learned that she didn't want to remember any more then that. She traveled for years, and she never seemed to age. She found that she had a soft spot for the little guys, the under dogs, and rebels.
Powers/Other: Not the best fire mage, but can still use some serious fire magics. She is also an incredible archer and dual short swords-woman.

Name: Brayan
Age: 23
Race: Human
Faction: Rebel
Profession: Rogue Knight
Appearance:

Bio: Brayan is a large soldier from an unknown army. He is known as a coward, and a deserter, but his real reasons for leaving are his own. He travels across the land, a wanted man...
Powers/Other: Brayan is stronger than any normal human. He even rivals Ogres and Trolls. He lacks, however, in speed, and even slightly in intelligence. Though Brayan has a good heart and always means well.

Name:Hunter "Blade" Serr
Age: 23
Race: Human
Faction: rebel
Profession: Swordsman
Appearence:
Bio: He felt himself to be a normal human being. He never thought that he might have a special purpose in life. Even though he felt this, he wanted to be a world explorer. He left his home when he was young. Very young. It was more along the lines of, he ran away from home at the age of thirteen. He only had a knife and a few survival implements with him at the time. In the first town he came across, he found a tournament going on. He didn't understand most of what the fighting was, but he did find the sword fighting to be quite exhilarating. He watched it for a long time before he decided that he wanted to learn how to fight with a blade. When he expressed this desire to a soldier that came from out of the tournament, he was laughed at. But the soldier wasn't laughing at him for that, but because Hunter didn't have a sword. The soldier gave him the sword at his belt as a joke. It wasn't a good sword, but it had been well cared for. The soldier had just won himself a new sword, so he didn't need the old one anymore. The sword was far too heavy for the young Hunter, being about the same weight as he, but that didn't matter to him. He practiced with it daily, making up moves, fighting with trees, fighting with rivers, fighting with bees, fighting with the earth. He recieved more damage than he dealt, but he only viewed that as toughening him up. He built up the strength to use the sword diligently and well. He cared for the sword well, and he made sure he went to bed sore every day so that he would wake up in pain the next. He trained harder than any knight or soldier before him.
One day, on his fourteenth birthday, he was attacked by a band of thieves, each wielding a sword of their own. They wanted the kid to join up with them. The frightened hunter did the only thing that he knew how to do. He fought the thieves. His sword skills were instinctual by now. The thieves weren't very well versed in the use of a blade at all, and they certainly weren't ready for the style of bladesmanship that the young Serr used. He quickly dispatched each of the thieves, not even having been able to raise their swords against him. As the thieves fell to the ground, Hunter became interested in their swords. Who would care for the swords that now lay upon the ground as he had cared for his own sword? He figured that if someone came across these bodies, they might bury the swords with them. That wouldn't do. The sword was meant to be used, not buried in the dirt. He grabbed the swords and their sheathes, strapping them all to his back under his travel pack. He now carried seven swords the next few days he left off of practicing in order for him to take care of the ill treated blades of the thieves. A day on each sword, and it shined like new and would cut a leaf that landed on it.
At the age of fifteen, he came across another tournament. He carried twenty three blades with him. His eyes had gone hard. He entered into the sword fighting tournaments, even going into the free for all. And he won. Even against the soldier that had given him his first sword, he hadn't been merciful upon them. He didn't kill them, but they were utterly beat by his prowess. He was awarded with a new blade of higher quality than any of the blades that he had acquired to that point. The soldiers there also awarded him the name of Blade for the number of blades he carried. It felt good in his hands. Later that day, he used it to kill a demon that wanted it for itself. Hunter took the demon's blade as well.
At the age of eighteen, he learned of sword magic and wanted to learn it. He owned fifty-two normal swords and twelve demon blades, and a single sword of magic. He became apprenticed to a powerful and old elf wizard who taught him to control the blades he owned. He also learned how to read and write and carry all the blades with him at once. At first, he had carried the swords on him on various body parts so that he might draw them at a moments notice, but as the numbers increased, he realized he had stopped looking so imposing as ridiculous. The new way allowed him to store blades inside of a dimension located inside his body. He didn't need to draw them, but he did have to endure the pain of letting them loose when he did. At first the pain was excruciating, but as time went on, he felt it less and less, until he couldn't feel the pain at all.
At twenty-two years, he heard of a legend of a man who could summon swords at will into his hands. Hunter misinterpreted the legend as the man was a sword himself. Serr wanted that sword. An all sword. He already owned eighty-six normal swords of varying quality, three swords of legend, which he wore on him, instead of inside him, four blades of magic, also worn on him, and twenty demon blades. He wanted an all blade to go into his collection. It would be the blade to beat all blades. He set off at once, following various leads.
A single year later, he had finally gotten close to the all blade that he sought. He owned one hundred normal blades, three swords of legend, five swords of magic, and twenty-five demon blades. His name had become well known. And now he stood on the brink of chaos. He had come to Invictus. The city of chaos. He could feel the blades down there, and he wanted them.
Powers/Other: He can control blades that he has claimed as his own and have his blood on them. He can carry an unlimited number of swords and blades. He is as tough as the culmination of the blades he holds. He is a master swordsman. He has never lost a fight. He takes every blade he wins or finds unattended.

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Name: Kenidy Riley Whey
Age: 21
Race: Human
Faction: Rebel
Profession: Former bartender
Bio: As a kid, Kenidy was never especially feminine - in fact, she was feisty, into fencing, and hated dressing up. None of those things have changed now that she's twenty-one. She was abused by her father as a child as her mother stood by and enabled his actions, which eventually drove her to ran away from home at sixteen. She lived with her current boyfriend for a short while before they broke up. She then lived out of her car for several months while she worked as a bartender for a local pub at odd hours. When the city started falling apart, she tried to leave and stayed at motel with her saved up money, but eventually returned when she received word that her sister was killed by a vampire. Anguished and disappointed in the world, she swore her revenge on society and joined the rebel faction, more out of inner aggression than anything else.
Powers/Other: Skilled with a sword, incredibly agile, has great timing

(General Dugan) Holy crap... You might as well have him take invictus now. Dude I think you made him a little bit to powerful.. I mean, come on

Well we are at the mountain entrance part one of the event. You can come and act like you know my character rashel if you want... I have to remember to put my profile in this too hehe