And now that the JCF is back up and running, I have MORE CHARACTERS TO POST YAY!

Name: Acamar Kybal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
*Species: Wolf
Alignment: Good
Personality: Kybal’s disposition depends on the situation. When with a group, he is usually generally silent, unless attention is directed toward him. When it is, he speaks quietly, only just loud enough to be understood. He takes everything seriously, to a fault, and it does not take much to get him angry. However, he rarely actually takes his anger out on others; instead, he quietly excuses himself from the group, and goes somewhere to relieve his frustrations with a few hours of “target practice.”
In real battle, the quiet side of Kybal’s personality disappears, and he becomes a rampaging killer. It’s usually a safe strategy to put a fair distance between oneself and Kybal in this sort of scenario, to avoid being hit by a stray bullet or three. There’s a rumour that he was once able to fight and kill at least a hundred enemy grunts without taking even a scratch.
The one thing Kybal lives for is a good mate, someone who he can care for when they need it, and someone he knows he can trust. He has a history of being stabbed in the back by people he thought he could trust, and is somewhat bitter because of it.
Appearance: Kybal’s fur is silvery-blue from head to tail, and his eyes, usually obscured by his lowered head, are a deep brown. He typically wears casual clothing, a white t-shirt and baggy black pants, as well as a thin nylon-weave belt that is always around his waist, but never done up at the front. When going into battle, Kybal dons dark red body armour and thigh pads, as well as exchanging his nylon belt for a full gun suit, an intricate harness of leather straps capable of holding a multitude of guns and ammunition. Most of the time, whether in battle or out, Kybal is smoking a cigarette.
Weapons: Kybal is a walking gun shop, with enough small arms to outfit an army and the ammunition to match. As such, he has more than ample choice as to his method of destruction.
Special Powers: Kybal is a near perfect shot, but only with guns that are inherently accurate.
Quote: “Have you ever wondered what it feels like to have your forehead ventilated? …Do you want to find out?”

Name: Nathaniel Edge
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: The son of a well-known, rich Carrotan noble, Nat Edge has access to practically anything he wants. However, he has experienced financial problems before, and so he rarely takes advantage of his father’s fame and fortune unless it’s something of which he knows he will get more than ten minutes of use, or going to a better cause than buying things for himself.
Despite the characteristic snobbiness stereotypically associated with nobles and other such rich people, Edge is actually a good person to be around. He has a clique of friends from all walks of life, which is how he keeps tabs on everything, and he occasionally does things that would be regarded as “unbecoming” for the son of a noble; bluffing his way into the occasional bar for a few drinks with his friends is one of those things.
Edge’s main, if not only, problem is that he is slightly sex-crazed, causing him to act like a complete idiot around some of the more attractive females.
Appearance: Edge has deep gold fur, with silver stripes along his back, arms, and legs. He is usually seen wearing black pants and a sleeveless, navy-blue vest. The very edges of three long, parallel scars on his back can be seen where the vest ends; he says he got the marks when he was attacked from behind by a rogue Bysmol, a few years ago, and he is not shy in revealing them to anyone who asks.
Weapons: Edge has more blades than a cutlery drawer, and is very skilled with most of them. However, this does not limit him to melee combat; several of his blades are short, lightweight throwing knives, which he can use with a reasonable, albeit not professional, degree of accuracy.
Special Powers: Edge can hold his ground, even in a gunfight, using only his blades and his agility.
Quote: “I’m in a good mood today. Don’t screw it up.”

Name: Jaxom “Nitrous” Noss
Age: 217
Gender: Male
*Species: Dragon
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Nitrous, Vanessa Hunter’s most steadfast rival, used to be just another racer in the numerous F-Zero Grand Prix competitions; however, the number of times Vanessa has stolen the title of Champion from him has driven him a little over the edge, and seemingly caused him to put more thought and energy into retiring the foxcoon in any given race than actually winning the race itself. Due to numerous failures in those attempts as well, Nitrous has now brought his rivalry with Vanessa outside of the Grand Prix races, and seeks to remove her from competition permanently, by any means possible.
Appearance: Standing nearly twice as tall as an average Carrotan, Nitrous is known for using his height to intimidate. His scaly body is generally a dark orange, but his scales gradually turn a brighter orange on his wingtips, which are almost one and a half times further apart than he is tall when his wings are fully unfolded. His feet and tailtip are also black as pitch, which is contrasted by his silvery back- and tail-ridges, as well as his claws.
Weapons: As if the fact that Nitrous can and does utilize his heavy, powerful, yet agile body to tip the scales in a skirmish isn’t enough, he has, like most dragons, the ability to breathe fire, either as a short-range stream or a longer-range ball of flames. Unlike his foxcoon archrival, he does not use his F-Zero machine, Skyward Fire, for battle.
Special Powers: Nitrous has an amazing level of control over his flight. He can change directions in mid-air faster than a rabbit can blink.
Quote: “Do you have a death wish?”

Name: Overkill.NME
Age: None
Gender: None
*Species: AI/Robot
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Overkill was originally an AI created by Wizard of Odds as a “boss” enemy in R.O.A.R.’s training simulations. However, the chip with Overkill’s program was stolen by a reptilian spy, and the malicious AI was loaded into a Titan-model robotic body. With a few tweaks to Overkill’s code, the reptiles were able to make it recognize them as the voices of authority. Now inducted into the Shell Army ranks, Overkill lives for one mission: to kill all three Jackrabbits, as well as Eva Earlong and the Queen.
Appearance: Overkill’s Titan body is an intimidating sight, at just more than ten feet tall. Its entirety is covered in heavy armour, which, while slowing it down tremendously, makes it a near-impossible foe to topple. Its heavy arms both end in super-fast chainguns, and it sports a high-powered searchlight on its left shoulder, and a rocket launcher on its right.
Weapons: The aforementioned chainguns on its arms and the rocket launcher on its shoulder, not to mention its pure blunt weight. Upon landing from a jump, it has enough mass to shake the ground.
Special Powers: The Overkill AI has the power to jump from robot to robot as it pleases; if the destination robot is controlled by AI, it’s fit to be hijacked.
Quote: “Target neutralized.”

Also, if neither Derby nor anyone else has any problem with it, I may be posting a hermaphrodite character soon. If anyone does find this idea inappropriate, please tell me before I post it, so's I don't get in trouble and subsequently whacked with an object.

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