Well, the links in people's signatures are just so enticing...

Ooh! NOW I get it!

Yee, two more profiles. I don't know how much use these two are going to get, but what the hey.

Name: Transcendence
Age: None
Gender: Female?
*Species: Angel?
Alignment: Good
Personality: Transcendence is, for all intents and purposes, an angelic entity. She (it?) appears before those in desperation and ready to take their own lives, lending an ear and a soothing, reassuring voice when there are no others who will listen. Those individuals touched by the angel’s words go on to live happy lives, and never forget their encounter.
The only other time Transcendence appears is when there is a malicious presence about, in the form of her evil equal, the demon Ayodee. In this case, she makes her presence known to the warrior she deems strongest, in all three of mind, body, and soul, and appeals for said warrior to help her in defeating a great evil.
Appearance: Transcendence usually appears to be a softly radiating cloud of white light, floating in the air. She can also project very clear images through the light. However, she can appear in different forms, like an Agama’s angel or a small bird.
Weapons: None.
Special Powers: Transcendence has the ability to disappear and reappear at will, anywhere in the universe. Also, while unwilling to actively participate in battle, she has the power to bless a weapon with her light. Such blessed armaments are the only effective weapons against the evil Ayodee.
Quote: “Believe in yourself, and you will emerge victorious.”

Name: Ayodee
Age: None
Gender: Male?
*Species: Demon?
Alignment: Evil
Personality: For every angel, there is a demon, and Ayodee is the evil counterpart of the heavenly Transcendence. He (it?) does his best to wreak havoc on anything good and pure, and leaving death and destruction in his wake is his signature upon the world.
While best suited to slaughtering innocents on his own, Ayodee does occasionally make alliances with a larger force of evil, offering them the chance to entirely annihilate their enemies, once and for all. However, he will kill anyone who treats him as a common lackey.
Appearance: Ayodee’s most recognizable form is that of a hooded, cloaked creature, holding a one-handed half-moon scythe in each hand, entirely shrouded in darkness, and somewhat amorphous, as if he were made of fog. However, he can take other forms, most of which emulate a generous assortment of melee weapons, including hammers, axes, and swords.
Weapons: Himself.
Special Powers: There is only one way to defeat Ayodee, and that is to use against him a weapon blessed by the angel Transcendence.
Quote: “Nothing can stop me now!”

Wow. Those are extremely different.

I have no idea what inspired me to make characters like that, but I think they turned out pretty well. Despite my not believing in angels/demons/that sort of stuff.

No? Well, they'll certainly add a new dimension to any story that uses them.

NAME: Claire Snowbunny.
RELATIVES: Farmer Joe (father), Emily Snowbunny (mother).
AGE: Around 17.
GENDER: Female.
SPECIES: Galactic Rabbit.
OCCUPATION: Farmhand.
FUR COLOR: White.
EYE COLOR: Blue.
HAIR COLOR: Red.
WEAPONS: None.
SPECIAL POWERS: None.
APPEARANCE: Claire has about the same body size and shape as Lori. Claire typically dresses in blue jeans reaching down to about her ankles. She wears an orangish red top tied by shoulder and underarm straps, leaving her abdomen uncovered, and ties her red hair into two pigtails.
DESCRIPTION: Despite Claire's simple life of living on a farm, she loves using computers - chatting to her friends, playing games, whatever. She is considering becoming a hacker. Claire is normally sweet and kind to everyone, but has a hot temper and can become scornful and rebellious at a moment's notice. She also likes to talk to the sheep.
QUOTE: "Ha! Double your herd size in twenty four hours - who would fall for that?!"

Name: Melissa “Miz” Summer
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Personality: Crystal Summer’s mother Miz is much like Queen Earlong in that, despite having passed her physical prime, and being enlisted to the harrowing task of raising a daughter, she is still reasonably strong in both body and mind, good-hearted when she chooses to be, and always ready to rise to the occasion. She’s notably more hospitable than the Queen, though, and since it does get lonely with only two people in the house, she allows Crystal’s friends a place to stay, should they need one. The Summer residence is thought of as a refuge from reality, and guests quickly begin to feel like family when they’re there. The only thing Miz asks in return from her guests is that they keep the place respectably clean; otherwise, she finds it very rewarding to herself to be a mother able to supply so generously.
Being an ex-Captain of the Queen’s Legions, Miz has experience in battle tactics. If it is absolutely necessary that she fight, Miz favours being on the defensive, protecting Carrotan installations from enemies, rather than attacking directly. It’s also greatly amusing to hear a loud, aggravated “MAWM!” from out of nowhere whenever she beats Crystal to a target.
Appearance: Miz’s fur is a darker blue than her daughter’s, but they both have brilliant green eyes. She is quite slender, and her silvery blue hair is somewhat shorter than Crystal’s, reaching just to her shoulders. She typically wears casual clothing, a t-shirt and jeans, and a ring on her left hand.
Weapons: Miz usually uses a rocket launcher in battle, but will make use of any medium-range weapon if said rocket launcher is unavailable.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Look, just because I’m old and decrepit doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to a good time.”

Name: El Fuego (José Cruz)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Hailing from a distant region of Carrotus, almost halfway around the planet from Carrotus City and its neighbours, El Fuego did not fall into his nickname by accident; he earned it as a result of his quick temper and dangerous disposition. He’s had the name, which translates directly to “The Fire”, for more than a decade, and for good reason: if he feels like destroying something, he’ll destroy something, no questions asked.
Despite his destructive mindset, he does have a few allies who will stick with him, no matter what stupid or crazy things he does. They are occasionally put in danger by this alliance, but El Fuego never allows himself to let them come to harm because of it.
In spite of his moniker, El Fuego is not a pyromaniac, nor does he feel any special connection to fire in and of itself. He does enjoy watching things being engulfed in fire, but he says that setting things aflame just isn’t his style.
El Fuego speaks with a heavy accent, and occasionally flips into another language for a moment as he speaks.
Appearance: El Fuego has orange-yellow fur on the majority of his lean body, excepting his brown eartips, tailtip, hands, and feet, and bright, sky-blue eyes. He wears a wide leather belt, and a medium-sized backpack full of ammunition. Holsters along the sides of the pack hold his guns.
Weapons: Twin single-handed gatling guns, and enough ammunition to supply an army. It’s intimidating even to simply look at El Fuego when he’s ready to tear through something with his guns, let alone to face off against him.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “It’s very entertaining to watch your expressions when I say something you don’t understand.”

Name: Kalen Frost
Age: 22
Gender: Male
*Species: Mountain Hare
Alignment: Good
Personality: Like El Fuego, Frost’s name is directly related to his temperament: cold and biting. It’s often difficult, after first impressions, to determine which side he’s really on, despite that he adamantly insists his allegiance to Carrotus. It’s also a daunting task to earn the respect of this hare, but that respect is a powerful thing to have once it’s earned.
Frost is the sole known inhabitant and guardian of the mountain on which he lives, named Mount Insidius for its treacherously icy cliffs and ledges. The mountain is also famous for its impressive subterranean supply of both tarydium and spharine, the latter of which being an integral component of the eponymous fuel spharine-R12 and a commodity that turtle goons seem to consistently be trying to get their hands on. Frost spares no mercy on reptiles invading his mountain in search of spharine, and will kill any turtles and lizards on sight; he is less impulsive when dealing with rabbits, but he never lets his guard down.
Appearance: Frost’s thick coat of fur is a very pale cyan, almost white, and his eyes are a bright cyan to match. His warm fur is enough to keep him insulated against the frigid temperatures of Mount Insidius’ altitude, and as such the only articles of clothing he wears are the scabbard on his back, for his cold blade, and a thin belt holding up the carriage for his gun.
Weapons: Frost is equally proficient with his broadsword, Frostbite, and his Tarydium Stinger, a gatling-esque gun redesigned to spew needle-sharp tarydium shards in place of bullets. He does not prefer melee combat over ranged, nor vice versa; the only goal he has is to keep his mountain safe from intrusion, and the means to that end does not matter to him.
Special Powers: Frost puts a new meaning to the phrase “carving it up”, as he uses Frostbite’s wide blade as a sort of snowboard, holding its hilt in one hand and balancing atop the flat of the blade.
Quote: “I’ve got half a mind to kill you, and the other half agrees.”

Name: Godmachine
Age: None
Gender: None
*Species: Robot
Alignment: Evil
Personality: The amalgamation of all three of Gamma, Omicron, and Delta Hellbot, the Godmachine is the penultimate robotic weapon. It has the same mindset as the original Gamma and Delta, that being the innate need to kill all rabbits, but the AI modification from the semi-sentient Omicron has caused it to evolve beyond the need and control of turtle commands. The only way to stop the Godmachine is to force control upon it by way of one of very few tools, such as a control cable, but it takes an insane amount of skill, brains, and guts to even have a shot at using the cable on it. Other than that, the Godmachine is invincible, merciless, and unstoppable.
Appearance: The twenty-foot-tall Godmachine is heavily armoured from top to bottom, which, while hindering it from swift movement, makes it look that much more impenetrable and intimidating. Its upper body greatly resembles the angular armour of Gamma, while its legs, though now sheathed in thick metal shielding, are similar to Delta’s. Also, like Omicron, its arms are too large compared to the rest of its proportions, and they end in giant hands, each big enough to grab and crush a rabbit in its grip.
Weapons: In and of itself, the Godmachine is a weapon, with a multitude of guns, launchers, and pure brute force at its disposal. Its seemingly favoured method of attack is to launch heatseeker rockets from the palms of its enormous hands.
Special Powers: The Godmachine’s super-tough exterior chassis makes it invulnerable to all but the very strongest of attacks.
Quote: “The Godmachine will destroy you!”

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.

THE JCF LIVES! ^^!

Yes, more characters to post here. You'll all be happy to know that progress on E:JF and SoT has generally resumed to somewhere near its original speed. I'll try to have at least one chapter for both of them up before I leave for vacation midway through August.

Anyway, here are the characters. Five.

Name: David “Erad” Summer
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Crystal’s long-lost father David, more commonly referred to as Erad, was taken prisoner during a short battle near the Myriad Metropolis. He was able to escape shortly after, but he found himself somewhere in a region of Carrotus he’d never seen before, populated by turtles and lizards. Not stopping to see whether or not the reptiles were benign, knowing that he’d be powerless to stop them if they weren’t, Erad was able to escape the region unnoticed, and took up the life of a nomad. He travels from city to city, spending his nights on an open bed in the house of a kind citizen if he is within a hub of civilization by nightfall and on the ground if he is not, and does small tasks around the cities he visits in exchange for food, water, and supplies for his journey. He is driven by the need to return to his wife and daughter, and the knowledge that he’ll eventually find them again, once and for all.
Once a content, well-meaning Carrotan citizen, Erad is now much more cautious in speech and action. He trusts very few others, and he does not go far out of his way to help someone else, unless he knows there’s something in it for him. He is a strong believer in the concept of karma, and keeps track of who he owes and who owes him back.
In battle, Erad follows no rules; he will not hesitate to attack a weaponless enemy, nor will he wait for an enemy to face him. His motivation to achieve victory is not style, nor nobility, but survival; thus, he will do anything and everything to defeat his enemies.
Appearance: Erad has pale blue fur, silver in some places, and brown eyes, unlike the bright green of his wife and daughter. He typically wears a black vest, dark green pants, a navy blue backpack, and a brown leather bracer on each wrist. Also, the code “M-5149” is burned into his right shoulder, which was the entirety of his identification while he was held captive by the reptiles. One of his long incisors is slightly chipped, and there is a scar under his left eye from a battle some few years before, which has long since healed, but is still visible.
Weapons: Erad usually uses guns stolen from his enemies; if, by chance, he has run out of stolen guns, he uses two light, one-handed axes.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Okay, there were a lot of things in that sentence that I didn’t like.”

Name: Rochani Solar
Age: 22
Gender: Hermaphrodite
*Species: Casthian (taur feline)
Alignment: Good
Personality: Rochani, once you get to know hir, is very friendly and personable. While not one of the most vocal in a group, shi does speak hir mind when shi feels it appropriate to do so. Though she is not particularly intelligent, shi donates hir limited wisdom or hir honest opinion when it’s needed. Also, shi is usually willing to offer hir body as an alternate mode of transportation for rabbits or similar comparatively light creatures, again when needed.
Despite hir collected outward appearance, Rochani is inwardly uncomfortable with the knowledge that shi is practically a cornucopia of anomalies. Subsequently, the one thing that severely aggravates hir is when someone can’t seem to pull their mind off of one of hir “traits”, be it that shi is a hermaphrodite or, less often, that shi is an adept telepath or a casthian.
Appearance: Rochani’s fur is an orange-gold tone, excepting hir white paws, ventral fur, and twin tailtips. Shi wears a white t-shirt to cover hir upper body, and a loosely-woven, but intricate lattice of black leather straps on hir lower half. Attached to this lattice, about halfway along hir lower body, are a pair of katanas resting in their scabbards; considering shi has not yet been seen to use said katanas, the purpose of carrying them around is unknown to all but hirself.
Weapons: Rochani uses a psychic weapon that shi refers to as a deathball, a silver, glowing, seemingly weightless sphere that shi hurls at enemies. This sphere can tear through metal, concrete, and force shields as if they weren’t even there. Upon impact with a living entity, said enemies implode in a short, but certainly entertaining, display of blue flame. Also, after impact, the deathball will bounce away again, toward another enemy previously targeted by Rochani, and repeats the process.
The only problem Rochani has found with this technique is that shi can’t compensate for a miss, and since the deathball cannot change directions without hitting a living target, shi is forced to stop its flight to avoid hitting and killing an ally. This takes a lot of concentration and energy, the use of which leaves hir vulnerable to attack, and the ensuing explosion produced by the rapidly decomposing sphere of psychic energy, while small, is still respectably powerful.
Special Powers: Rochani is easily stronger than shi looks, able to support a rabbit’s weight with one hand, and the weight of five or six on hir lower back.
Quote: “Yes, I’m a hermaphrodite. Get over it.”

Name: Matthew “Shotgun” Behr
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Shotgun is not an easy person to get along with; he consistently seems to either be pensive or aggravated, and has a very short temper, so it’s a good idea to mind what one says in his presence. In spite of this, he is an invaluable source of lateral thinking, which comes in handy more than even he himself expects it to.
Having once been the commander of the CASF battleship Vigilant, Shotgun has experience in delegating tasks, and can assume leadership when necessary, although it rarely is. However, he has a fear of making costly mistakes; if he does not trust someone else to perform a task close enough to perfection for his liking, he will take it over himself.
Appearance: Shotgun has bright yellow fur and blue-green eyes, and is slightly taller than most other rabbits. He usually wears a belt and a backpack, both black, to hold his piece and sufficient ammunition to rip a hole through a small planet. Also, his palms and fingers are an ashen shade; most of the discolouration comes from the explosive blastpowder in his ammunition, but some of it is due to actual volcanic ash, collected by his father a few days after Shotgun’s birth, that he occasionally sifts through.
Weapons: Unsurprisingly, Shotgun’s dark red, double-barreled weapon of choice is his namesake. He refers to his gun as a scatter blaster, but to everyone else it’s an automatic shotgun. The gun itself can go through two dozen shells in four seconds, so it is in consistent need of reload; however, the shells Shotgun uses are vastly more powerful than standard shells, capable of completely vaporizing a lizard in one shot, or taking down a Tuf Turtle in no more than two or three.
Special Powers: While lacking the skill to hover using his ears, Shotgun makes up for it by using the immense recoil from his powerful scatter blaster to float for a few seconds at a time. Despite that this is usually impractical, it has saved him more than once from suffering a fatal fall.
Quote: “I never fail. I succeed in finding all the things that don’t work.”

More characters in next post. *bites character limit in face*

Yes, two more. Go myself. Not like anyone cares.

Name: n (Carrotan name), Zero (original name)
Age: 75
Gender: Male
*Species: Milian
Alignment: Good
Personality: The first of an artificially created, genetically modified race of creatures inhabiting the planet Mil, n, then known as Zero, was originally bred to be the King of the Milians. However, when one of the projects influencing his life went awry, and he was regretfully told the story of his unnatural birth, n fled Mil as soon as he could, and put as much distance between himself and his home planet as his personal fighter could. He eventually found Carrotus, which was the first planet he could believe was calm enough for him to survive in peace, but hectic enough to suitably hide him from anyone trying to find him. However, n got word not long afterward that One, the second Milian in line for the title of King, was planning to expand Milian territory by taking over planet after planet, as far as Milian civilization could reach. Now, standing steadfast for the safety of Carrotus, n’s single priority is to stop One before he goes too far; or, failing that, to end One’s rule once and for all.
The easiest way to describe n is straightforward. He never talks in circles, and he is never enigmatic: he speaks only the truth, or does not speak at all. He follows commands to their utmost, and carries them out as quickly and efficiently as he can; however, once having been the ruler of an entire planet, he knows how to effectively give orders, as well as take them.
Appearance: n’s seven-foot-tall, muscular body is covered in brown and tan scales, as is his short tail. His eyes glow a bright green, which makes it somewhat disconcerting to look him in the eye. He usually wears inconspicuous body armour, which resembles black leather, but is actually some hundred times as strong. There are blade-like spikes on his knuckles, elbows, and knees, as well as lethally sharp claws on his fingers, but he rarely risks actively getting close enough to an enemy to use them, favouring his artificial Milian armaments instead.
Weapons: n carries standard Milian weaponry, which consists of a sniper rifle/crossbow hybrid called a boltgun, and a large, powerful assault rifle, slightly modified for greater accuracy.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “I think not.”

Name: One
Age: 74
Gender: Male?
*Species: Milian
Alignment: Evil
Personality: The tyrannical Milian King One rules with an icy heart and an iron fist, and uses his power to decimate any uprisings among those below him. He aspires to turn a potentially peaceful civilization into an entirely military society in order to establish a first step in amassing an army too strong and swift to be stopped by any average enemy, and plans to use this army to take over as many nearby systems as he can before his reign of terror is eventually drawn to a close.
Despite the fact that he realizes he can be classified as a typical maniacal emperor, One considers himself different from others of his kind in that he has studied the errors of those before him and taken precautionary measures to ensure that he does not make those same mistakes. He could be thought of as paranoid, but it is worth mentioning that no Milian, Carrotan, or otherwise has even had a shot at stopping him since he rose to power.
Appearance: Standing at eight and a half feet tall, One’s body is covered in tawny scales, like those of his predecessor, n. Also, like n, One is adorned with spikes on his elbows, knuckles, and knees, as well as the sharp claws on his fingertips. One’s protective body armour is quite a few levels up from the standard, owing to the fact that he is, of course, a king; instead of the traditional black, One’s armour is royal blue, with a silver chevron along its front, denoting his kingship.
Weapons: Like n, and all other Milian troops, One carries a boltgun and a Milian assault rifle. However, he has also made use of a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher more than once in battle.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “I could have you executed even for thinking that.”

Name: Erika “Skyborne” Welkin
Age: 198
Gender: Female
*Species: Dragon
Alignment: Mercenary?
Personality: Nobody really knows where Skyborne came from, or much about her at all; she simply seems to have appeared out of the sky one day and decided to make herself at home on Carrotus. Living peacefully within a dormant volcano near the edge of the Rockius mountain range, Skyborne is not an immediate threat to everyday life on Carrotus unless provoked, which is usually due to some nosy explorers encroaching on her territory.
When it comes to battle, Skyborne is not so much a mercenary as she is a gun nut; in layman’s terms, she’ll fight for whoever has the most, best, or biggest toys. She acts this way because, unlike other dragons, she lacks the ability to breathe fire, and feels it necessary to compensate for this shortcoming.
Skyborne is but a child at heart, enjoying her life to its fullest and usually having fun on her own. She has friends among the Carrotan populace, and often visits them when she is lonely. She is not easily offended by anything; however, she will seek retribution if something befalls one of her friends.
Appearance: Skyborne’s scales are a sky-blue colour, and her ventral scales, as with her small horns, back ridges, and tail barbs, are a glossy white. Her eyes shine a light green-yellow when she is not aggravated, but they become a bright, burning orange when she is. The very tip of her tail is a silvery tone.
Weapons: Skyborne uses whatever the most powerful weapon is that her allies have to offer. She can, but usually does not, use her teeth, claws, and tail as melee armament.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Whoo, this gun is almost as big as I am! …I like it!”

EDIT: Added One.

So, have you broken 100 yet, 4I?

Not yet. I'm up to 79, plus two that I'm not willing to post. However, I have planned that, when I do hit 100, I will start making characters on demand, as well as my own.

...as if people have requests for characters. Hah.

Name :Bazz Backrabbit
Gender :Male
Age :20
Species :Rabbit
Personality :Warrior with a heart of gold. Bazz Backrabbit enjoys having a good time at the Tavern, while fending off the Martians from destroying Uber Megatropilos. He and his rag tag team of mercenaries go around the world fighting devan's minions.
Equipment is trusty swords "Knight Bite" and "Day Fire" are all he needs to smite his foes. Both are crafted from the finest Titanium Syphilopilos materiel, and encrested with a large magical diamond inserted into their pommels. His diamond armour is stronger than any other materiels in the universe.
Skills :Is incredibly skilled with his swords. He is also able to channel white magic through them to make his attacks even more devastating against the forces of Devan. His armour also makes him immune to magic, and nearly impenitrable to physical assaults. He can also summon magic wings to allow him to traverse the land and incredibly speeds.
Apperince :Standing at 15' 17", Bazz is really tall. He has a grim smi9le on his face when he kills Devans evil minions. He also hates violence. He has black pants and a black trenchcoat with purple hair. His eyes burn with muvh vigor.
Friends :None, his rag tag team of super strong mercenaries are all dead. And hees angsty about it, so he takes out his angst by strongly killing devan's evil forces.
Enemies :People who support violence and hatred in the world.
Quote :"I push through even after all that's happened to me."
Occupation :Mercenary, part time sluaghter hourse worker.

Name :-

(Noyt done yet I'll edit it laterz.]

Credits : Risp, Strato, and Radium
Project Generic WT Character completed.

I was very, very scared until I saw the last line (although I'll admit the height tipped me off a bit). I died inside at the name.

Originally Posted by Infinite Spaz

Name :Bazz Backrabbit
Gender :Male
Age :20
Species :Rabbit
Personality :Warrior with a heart of gold. Bazz Backrabbit enjoys having a good time at the Tavern, while fending off the Martians from destroying Uber Megatropilos. He and his rag tag team of mercenaries go around the world fighting devan's minions.
Equipment is trusty swords "Knight Bite" and "Day Fire" are all he needs to smite his foes. Both are crafted from the finest Titanium Syphilopilos materiel, and encrested with a large magical diamond inserted into their pommels. His diamond armour is stronger than any other materiels in the universe.
Skills :Is incredibly skilled with his swords. He is also able to channel white magic through them to make his attacks even more devastating against the forces of Devan. His armour also makes him immune to magic, and nearly impenitrable to physical assaults. He can also summon magic wings to allow him to traverse the land and incredibly speeds.
Apperince :Standing at 15' 17", Bazz is really tall. He has a grim smi9le on his face when he kills Devans evil minions. He also hates violence. He has black pants and a black trenchcoat with purple hair. His eyes burn with muvh vigor.
Friends :None, his rag tag team of super strong mercenaries are all dead. And hees angsty about it, so he takes out his angst by strongly killing devan's evil forces.
Enemies :People who support violence and hatred in the world.
Quote :"I push through even after all that's happened to me."
Occupation :Mercenary, part time sluaghter hourse worker.

Name :-

(Noyt done yet I'll edit it laterz.]

Credits : Risp, Strato, and Radium
Project Generic WT Character completed.

*16'5"

I think I've written too many characters by now. Nobody seems to care.

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

*16'5"

I think I've written too many characters by now. Nobody seems to care.

That error was on purpose.

I guess after a while people just tune you out.

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

I think I've written too many characters by now. Nobody seems to care.

You should start writing them in a different color text.

New chara!

Name: ¾azz ¾ackrabbit (pronounced "Threequartersazz Threequartersackrabbit")
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Cat
Personality: ¾azz is always very quiet. She only speaks to laugh at the burning carcasses of her enemies and order food at drive throughs. Nobody knows about her past, but it is probably incredibly dramatic and full of angst. She fights for whoever she wants to with undying loyalty. She also likes puppies.
Appearance: ¾azz stands at about six feet tall. She has black fur, long black braids, and silver wings that can turn into magical machine guns. She wears a long black robe covered with silver chains and guns. Her robe is enchanted, and reflects all magic and temporarily solidifies as hard as stone wherever things hit it, rendering her almost completely immune to physical damage and still giving her amazing agility. She also wears a black helmet with a visor that lets her see in all directions.
Skills: ¾azz is extremely intelligent. She can move things with her mind, and also use all kinds of magic quite well. She's also very strong, and can lift over six fat people at once with one hand. Using her magic spear, Fred, that can kill anything on contact, she fights the armies of all who oppose her.
Weaknesses: Unlike some people who can kill thousands of their enemies by merely looking at them, ¾azz can only death-stare one of them every ten seconds. Her wings are fairly weak, so she can't carry more than two thousand pounds while flying. When she rips her enemies organs out with her bare hands, she tends to start with the most difficult to access organs. She also has a problem with killing people who don't attack her first, but she will still kill them if she is bored.


And she could take Bazz any day! >D

I think I am going to cry.

*cries*

Wow. That amazing bad, eh?

YES.

my character *huoh!*

Name: Mad-Frank (Original name from Finnish: Hullu-Frank)
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Specialities: Trained to knife throwing and throat cuts, he is very skilled assassin
Motto: Bye bye said grandma (means nothing)
Mad-Frank wears awlays to brown robe, his hands has gloves those are long so they reach to elbow, and each glove has 5 slots to knife, and the finger part of gloves will end half of finger so second half is without covered, he also sometimes has scarf that is gripped from neck to up side of nose. Mad-Frank is from France though, and he has got much of japanese friends, Frank never uses fire arm, cus he has ninja religion kind, but he can still make against else rules of ninjas.

Hmm. CT revised, and a new char.

Name: Coppertop

Nickname: Copper

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: Tall for a rabbit, dark haired and green-eyed, Copper is lithe and strong. Her fur is a pale silvery, darker on her ears. Her hair is long and black, and is usually pulled back in a simple braid. Her eyes are a clear, dark green. Copper usually wears dark blue-grey pants and a black shirt, loose sleeves caught into wide cuffs marked with white. Her black combat boots are worn and scuffed, as is her sword and gunbelt. Coppertop moves self-consciously and awkwardly except when she is fighting; then her movements are graceful and fluid. She wears no jewelry save a slender silver band on her right hand.

Personality: Quietly friendly in a standoffish, distanced way, Copper is a private person who is out of her depth when dealing with people. She resorts to sarcasm or silence depending on mood. Her anger lends her eloquence. Copper is a loner, and takes rejection as a matter of course. Most "ordinary" rabbits view her with suspicion, her odd accent only adding to it. With her few friends, Copper is more relaxed and talkative. She is in her element at the controls of an aircraft or spacecraft. Copper can and will ignore most insults directed at her, but slur her friends and she will get angry. Her temper is flashfire quick, and can vanish as quickly as it appears. Her determination to win is often confused with bravery. She expects to get something out of victory, mostly money.

Weapons: Copper wields a slender sword called the Frostflame, named for the large winter-blue gem in the pommel. Neither blade nor jewel have any special powers. She also has a dark blue blaster.

Skills: Copper is a natural pilot who knows most of the tricks in any book written. She is passably accurate with a blaster. She is skilled with her sword, and is agile and quick.

Special Powers: None.

Weaknesses: Dealing with people and keeping her temper are her usual weaknesses. Emotion occasionally overcomes her judgement, and friendships can interfere with what she thinks is right. She is allergic to dust and smoke. She has a phobia of bees and wasps, and therefore tends to avoid Diamondus like the plague.

Occupation: Mercenary fighter pilot.

Orientation: Neutral.

Other: Coppertop's fighter is called the Phantom Eclipse.

Quote: "Um, what?"

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Name: Sirato Enadire

Nickname: Sirato

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: Endowed with shimmering, opaline fur of iridescent white, Sirato is a striking figure, amber-eyed and lithe. Middling height and lean rather than muscular, his slender frame contains a great deal of strength. His flame-colored eyes are piercingly direct, like those of a falcon or hawk. Sirato wears only a silver chain, polished to mirror-brilliance, wrapped around his waist, and occasionally a black and gold bandanna. He wears a polished gold ring set with a blue topaz on his left hand, and silver arm bracers.

Personality: Sirato is deliberate and, while quick to private anger, very controlled and slow to action. A complex personality with hidden depths and unexpected strengths, Sirato is outwardly calm no matter what the situation. He likens his powerful anger to a dragon - should he ever lose control over it, he is not likely to be able to rein it in again. Therefore he tries to avoid losing his temper at all costs, maintaining a meditative serenity.
In the rare chance that his anger does slip the leash, Sirato's frozen fury does indeed rage out of control, fixing upon the nearest being with ruthless disregard for reason. Sirato is still coherent and intelligent, but he is no longer in control. Those who have witnessed his awesome rage have no desire to see it again. After a rage, Sirato can become morbid and melancholy.

Weapons: When going into battle, Sirato will wrap a length of chain entwined with barbed wire or the like around each hand, before wading in, fists flying. He will also, on occasion, use two daggers, gripping them so that the blades sweep back against his forearms. The chain around his waist is his last resort.

Skills: Sirato often appears emotionless, due to his death-grip on his temper, and as such is the ideal mediator. His agile swiftness is an asset in battle, as is his often unanticipated strength. Sirato considers battle a last resort, and will counsel peace until the end.

Special Powers: Sirato's opaline, iridescent fur acts like a mirror for light, reflecting and magnifying it. This tends to make him rather disconcerting to watch. The effect is intensified by his fury, so that he appears to be a golden-eyed pillar of living flame when his anger gets out of control.

Weaknesses: While Sirato's rage does not affect his ability to think, it does cause him to be irrational and reactionary anyway. While it enhances his strength, it also lashes out at the nearest targets, regardless of identity, and makes him prone to violence. His anger frightens even Sirato at times with its intensity.

Orientation: Good.

Other: When asked about his past, Sirato will only smile bitterly and change the subject. He has few close friends.

Quote: "I'm beginning to get upset about this."

Heh heh, I have no idea but I wanted to just do new char:

Name
Unto-Useless

Age
45

Specialities
Nothing

Unto is just guy who walks around the world.

How... uninteresting of you.

Anyway. Time for my donation to the mindlessness!

Name: Andrew “Crisis” van Steele
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: The youngest rabbit ever to attain the status of Captain of the Queen’s Legions, Crisis is a valiant, if inexperienced, soldier and leader. However, he finds it extremely difficult to get his fellow soldiers to listen to him, even despite his rank, and often loses his temper over it. He has been reprimanded once in the past for shooting one of his less cooperative subordinates in the foot in order to get the entire group’s attention, but other than that he has a relatively clean record, and the respect of his superiors in that he is a brave, but not foolhardy, fighter.
Crisis is a very good friend of Terpsichore, to the point where one could call them boyfriend and girlfriend, and when he’s not expressly required by the Legions they do their best to spend as much time as they can together. As a result, during peacetime they are nigh on inseparable. He also relies on her, from time to time, to keep him from doing something stupid out of frustration; in return, he does whatever is in his power to help her out of her rare dark moods.
Appearance: Crisis has light blue fur, brown eyes, and dark blue stripes along his arms and back. He wears a long, red scarf, a black backpack, and white wristbands. The very tip of his left ear is missing, and there are another two notches an inch from the tip, presumably from some creature’s claws. Crisis’ most notable attribute is the pair of small, but bulky red machines that he wears around his ankles in battle; they metamorphose to become small jets, which he can trigger with his heels to dash, hover, or fly short distances.
Weapons: Crisis is best suited to fighting with his hands and feet, but he is still skilled in the use of medium-range weaponry, particularly of assault rifles.
Special Powers: Crisis has become skilled with his ankle rockets to the point where he invents maneuvers entirely by instinct. Also, each of the jets weighs at least ten to fifteen pounds, so his feet, and subsequently his kicks, have a lot more weight to them.
Quote: “We do have a Plan B this time, right?”

Name: Elizabeth “Terpsichore” Sauter
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Personality: So nicknamed for her love of singing for her peers, and of song and dance in general, Terpsichore, or Terp, is a trusting, lovable young rabbit who seems to be a friend of everyone. She doesn’t like fighting or violence, especially among her friends, and if she is unable to stop it outright she refuses to take a side. Terp has no problem mediating petty arguments, if that’s what is needed to stop them.
Terp spends a lot of time, almost every spare second that she has, with her boyfriend Crisis. Roughly the only time they are apart is when he’s needed by the Legions; they are even together nine nights out of ten, both of them having become accustomed to sleeping in the same bed. Terp frequently has to reassure her parents that sleeping is all they’re doing in bed.
Of the few faults that she has, Terp’s biggest is that she has very little esteem for herself. She often thinks poorly of herself, but only occasionally voices her thoughts to Crisis. She has said that helping to solve other people’s problems takes her mind off of her own, and she appears to count on Crisis to help solve hers.
Appearance: Terp’s fur is a vivid turquoise, and her blue eyes are usually behind a pair of small glasses. She wears a nondescript, white T-shirt, and slightly loose, once-blue jeans. On each wrist she wears one red and one blue bracelet, and she wears a thin gold necklace, from which a gold musical note with an amber crystal embedded into it hangs.
Weapons: None.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Out of curiosity, why are you arguing over something so pointless?”

Name: Vyto Barrakon
Age: 6
Gender: Male
*Species: Winged Panther “Cybrid”
Alignment: Good?
Personality: A mysterious creature with an unexplained past, Vyto is often distant in his attitude and circular in his speech and thought. He never gives any vital information to
anyone without a very convincing reason, he trusts no one, and he never talks about himself, for good reason: anything he says about himself could indirectly end up getting him killed.
Vyto was the archetypical project of the shadowy Professor Youngblood, an educator-turned-scientist obsessed with creating the perfect AI. The cybrid was released as part of an experiment, in order to learn from those around him and thus be able to adapt to everyday Carrotan life. However, when Vyto was wrongly accused of killing a civilian, Youngblood ordered him to return in order to be either modified or destroyed. When Vyto refused to respond, Youngblood sent out a more advanced prototype, referred to as Slythe, to eliminate Vyto.
Appearance: Vyto’s fur is snow-white from nose to tail, excepting a black tailtip, and his wings are a dark grey. His deep eyes are a dark blue colour, and they never seem to shine or reflect anything. Also, there are four long, red, gash-like marks along his body: two from his shoulders to his flanks, which cross through the bases of his wings, and two more along either side of his underbelly.
Weapons: Vyto appears mostly unarmed, and usually simply uses his blunt claws to injure enemies. However, hidden in the black fur of his tailtip is a razor-sharp blade; while it is not long enough to cleanly sever a neck or limb, it is very capable of cutting an enemy open or delivering a murderous stab.
Special Powers: Being mostly mechanical, Vyto remains generally unharmed by most injuries, and can easily survive even if one of his extremities, including his head, is destroyed or torn off. However, on top of looking hideous, he becomes very slow if he loses a leg, and incapable of speech, sight, and hearing if he loses his head. He relies on an internal radar to guide him in the latter case. Fortunately, given an abundance of time and supplies, he is able to repair his mechanical component, while his organic skin and musculature simply regenerates over time.
Quote: “I can put my head back together. You can’t. So watch your mouth.”

Name: Slythe Barrakon
Age: 6?
Gender: Male
*Species: Winged Panther “Cybrid”
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Vyto Barrakon’s “brother” Slythe was created and programmed for one purpose: to capture or destroy Vyto, at all costs. He does anything and everything in his power in an effort to achieve this goal, up to and including killing anyone who could be suspected of siding with Vyto. Not many rabbits have escaped Slythe alive, so very little else is known about him.
Appearance: The chromatic opposite of his brother, Slythe has pitch-toned fur, a white tailtip, fiery orange eyes, and pale silver wings. Also, the gash-like strips of fur along his back and sides are not red, but more of a blue-green colour.
Weapons: Slythe has a tailblade identical to Vyto’s hidden in his white tailtip, but he is more prone to using the blade than his claws.
Special Powers: Slythe has the same regenerative property as Vyto; that is, though he will definitely lose either speed or certain senses, he will not die if an extremity is destroyed, and he can rebuild it himself when given enough parts and time.
Quote: “I’m not entirely sure how you were able to overlook such a potentially crucial error.”

Name: Phase1
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Alignment: Mercenary
Personality: Part spy, part assassin, part contract killer, Phase1 is commonly regarded as a criminal, but apprehending her is a task beyond the capability of even the Queen’s Legions. She is known to have been hired, recruited, consulted, or otherwise by both Carrotans and members of the Shell Army, and she has no qualms with killing anyone necessary to attain her goal.
Phase1 never dares to venture into open battle, knowing she wouldn’t stand a chance against any weapon larger than a pistol. She instead prefers to attack where her enemies expect it least: in the safety of their own fortress.
Phase1 has a very distinctive trait: she refers to herself in the plural. It’s unknown why she does this, but it occasionally confuses those to whom she speaks. It’s usually safer not to ask.
Appearance: Most of Phase1’s fur is dark gold, nearly black, but her hands are a pale blue colour. Her eyes are deep green, and her shoulder-length hair is somewhere between brown and red. She wears black gloves to cover her light-furred hands, but otherwise rarely anything more than the very minimum of bodily coverings when she’s on a mission. It’s assumed that this is so she doesn’t have to worry about a target catching sight of her clothing.
Weapons: Phase1 is armed only with two short, single-edged daggers; however, her swiftness enables her to get close enough to a target to inflict a number of lethal slashes before they can react.
Special Powers: Phase1 appears to have the ability to translocate over short distances on the ground.
Quote: “Please, we beg of you, shut up already.”

Oooooh, you can use open and close quotation marks on the JCF? I had always thought you were limited to those ugly little neutral ones.

Thank you, oh mighty copy and paste from Word. How technologicably skilled am I.

>((

Ooh, question about the Barrakons: are their wings feathered or bat-like? Just out of curiousity.

Originally Posted by Coppertop

Ooh, question about the Barrakons: are their wings feathered or bat-like? Just out of curiousity.

Feathered.

Ok.

Just one for the moment.

Name: General Adam Sleighter
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: General Sleighter is rarely seen, but often heard, giving orders to his subordinates through any number of intercoms. He is extremely collected and organized in his thoughts, and he never gives any commands without considering every aspect, consequence, and repercussion. He is a strong believer in teamwork, backup, escorts, and the like; he’s had his life saved on more than one occasion by his quick-thinking comrades-in-arms, back in the days when he was a common fighter.
To most people looking for him, General Sleighter almost seems to disappear entirely during peacetime. However, for those who know how to find him, he is somewhat aggressive in his speech and behaviour. Fortunately, it’s not so much that he begins to appear frightening; he says he saves his anger for the battlefield.
Appearance: The General has dark red fur covering his nondescript, if somewhat short, body, as well as snow-white hair on his head and roving brown eyes. Other than the headset microphone often seen adorning one ear, the first thing everyone notices about General Sleighter is the set of three long, parallel scars running down the left side of his face, narrowly missing his eye and the corner of his mouth. Despite that he got these scars several years ago, they never seem to fully heal. Also, he walks with a minor, but noticeable limp, which makes it impossible for him to run nearly as fast as many other rabbits do; this is really the only reason why he never fights on foot.
Weapons: If and when General Sleighter goes into battle, he uses his personal fighter, Crimson. The ship isn’t much larger than a standard CASF fighter, but it carries almost five times the armament.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Military intelligence is not an oxymoron.”

And another two. Hoorah.

Name: Nemesis
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
*Species: Lynx
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Like the mysterious Violet, Nemesis’ existance was unknown until she made it painfully obvious, by single-handedly destroying the docked CASF battleship Ghosts of War. Since then she has been a constant threat to the Carrotan militia, appearing from out of thin air, wreaking havoc in all directions, then vanishing again without a trace. Other than that she has fought alongside Violet once or twice in the past, and that she seems to have control over the deadly Corruptor, any further information is unknown.
Appearance: Nemesis’ fur is mainly a dark blue, excepting her silver hands, feet, and ventral fur, and her magenta hair is cut into a sort of mohawk, with a short ponytail down to the upper edge of her shoulder blades. Her eyes are a bright hazel. She usually wears an almost skintight grey bodysuit, which further adds to the image of catlike sleekness.
Weapons: Nemesis carries a single, split-bladed sword at all times. As well as being a formidable melee armament, this sword, when swung, unleashes a series of somewhat large, blue, glowing daggers that are able to pierce almost anything up to the length of their ten-inch blades.
Special Powers: As previously mentioned, Nemesis has the capability to disappear into thin air.
Quote: “Cunctus infinibat, ille finis!”

Name: Corruptor (Stefan Rainier)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil
Personality: The secreted last subject of an underground experimental project not dissimilar to the long-destroyed Turbulence Machine, Corruptor is the ideal soldier: strong, fast, deadly. He often functions well as a one-rabbit army, able to hold off any number of enemies for as long as necessary. As a result of the experiment, he has become a war machine, and battle appears to be all that he thinks about.
Having recently established a sort of alliance with the shrewd Nemesis, Corruptor acts as her backup in battle, simply tearing through anything that isn’t on his side. He exacts his vengeance upon anyone who hurts Nemesis within seconds of when they do, and never hesitates to protect her with his life. It’s been suggested, but greatly doubted, that Nemesis actually controls Corruptor; this suggestion has yet to be proven.
Appearance: Corruptor has black fur, dark silver ventral fur, white tail- and eartips, and brightly burning orange eyes. The expression on his face always seems to be twisted into a maniacal sneer. His musculature appears greatly exaggerated, possibly due to the experiment he underwent that transformed him. He wears large, silver-coloured metal shoulder guards, spiked and clawed silver gauntlets, metal elbow- and kneepads, and steel-toed boots, as well as a black leather belt and a red headband.
Weapons: When not fighting at point-blank range using his strength, Corruptor carries a powerful chaingun in his right hand, and a rocket launcher in his left. They were both originally designed to be two-handed weapons, and as such they look too heavy to be held with one hand each by a normal rabbit, but they have been modified to allow Corruptor to do so with relative ease.
Special Powers: Seemingly to complement Nemesis’ swiftness, Corruptor is very strong, and has been seen to pick up and hurl a rabbit with relative ease.
Quote: “You have three seconds to live. Use them wisely.”

Hm. Awesome.

Name: Csikos
Age: 2
Gender: None
*Species: Undefined
Alignment: Good
Personality: The Covenant’s answer to the evil Mental, Csikos was created in more of a purposeful manner than its rival. It is programmed with only three priorities: protect the Covenant, defend Carrotus, and destroy Mental. At all other times, it acts as a steadfast guard of the Covenant’s main keep.
When at peace, Csikos is an invaluable source of information; it seems to have been infused with the knowledge of most, if not all, practical things known. Being that it is essentially a magical machine, it will disclose any information asked of it, excepting that which pertains to the Covenant, for its creators’ safety.
Appearance: Csikos basically looks like a walking set of medieval knight’s armour, slightly shorter than most rabbits; however, where the knight’s face would be, as well as between the joints and plates of the armour, shines a bright, slightly pulsing cyan light. This light turns a blazing yellow when Csikos engages itself in battle.
Weapons: Csikos is armed with three different kinds of weapons. The first is its comparatively small shield, which resembles a Tragedy Mask, and appears to strike back at anything that hits it, or that it hits, with a powerful magenta burst. The second is the device on Csikos’ right wrist, which looks like a four-bladed ninja star, and can spin fast enough to rip through the strongest of metal armours. The third is a pair of nondescript sabres, whose blades, while thin, are impossible to break.
Special Powers: Like Mental, Csikos seems to be impossible to kill. However, it can be injured, and it does need time to recuperate.
Quote: “I feel the requirement to advise you to reconsider your proposed actions.”

Name: Animus Carrota
Age: 5069642507
Gender: Female?
*Species: Unknown
Alignment: Good
Personality: Animus Carrota, often referred to as Mother Carrotus, is a being for whom one’s disbelief must be suspended: she is the physical lapine embodiment of the planet. She rarely appears unless there is a significant threat to Carrotus, and does everything in her considerable power to dispel that threat. To see Animus Carrota working her magic upon the planet is an experience one does not soon forget.
Animus Carrota has also appeared to confront certain aliens landed on her planet that she is wary of; Rochani Solar, n, and Skyborne are among them. She has no tolerance for those who are slowly destroying Carrotus, whether purposeful or not, even at the level of simple polluters. She only barely keeps her temper when dealing with foresters. However, those of whom she is not suspicious, she does not bother.
Despite her apparent invulnerability to enemies, Animus Carrota has three glaring weaknesses. Firstly, she is injured whenever something harms Carrotus. She will not notice something as small as a knife stuck into the ground, but she has once related being almost completely disabled when a comet crashed into the planet several million years ago. As a corollary, she will not die unless and until Carrotus does. Secondly, she cannot control fire, and it often causes a generous amount of pain to her before it is extinguished. Thirdly, her boundary is the surface of Carrotus; she cannot physically leave the planet. Thus, if there is a threat poised in space, she is powerless to stop it.
Appearance: Animus Carrota has brown fur, one blue eye, and one green eye. Her only real extravagances are two stone bracelets around her wrists, into which complex runes are engraved.
Weapons: Carrotus. Animus Carrota can control any aspect of the planet that she desires, whether that be to make ten-foot-tall spikes shoot up from the ground, send a tidal wave crashing up on shore, create a hurricane out of still air, or build up a rainstorm in a matter of seconds.
Special Powers: See above.
Quote: “If you hurt Mother Carrotus, Mother Carrotus will hurt you back.”

Enjoy not using these two.

Name: Samuel Youngblood
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Professor Youngblood can be described in one word: geek. His intelligence, while occasionally irritating, seems to be boundless, and he rarely, if ever, fails to have an answer to a question. However, he is not very good at thinking outside the box, and has more trouble carrying out thoughts in his head than with pen and paper. He is sometimes heard muttering to himself as he tries to solve a problem in his mind.
Once an esteemed professor of science, noted for his astounding number of almost-successes in chemistry and physics, Youngblood’s entire life was changed when he saw a young student attempting to perfect a robot AI that he had put together himself. He immediately set to work on learning the elements of any number of programming languages in an effort to devine the creation of the perfect AI. He still dabbles in his original fields of expertise – namely, chemistry and physics – but not nearly as much as working with AI, programs, and code.
When his first experiment, Vyto Barrakon, appeared to go unexpectedly haywire by outright killing an innocent, Youngblood took it upon himself to stop his rogue project with his second prototype, Slythe. However, he soon realized his vastly erroneous choice, as Slythe commenced a killing spree in his search for Vyto. Now, Youngblood is one of the few who are capable of stopping the deadly cybrid. He does volunteer, now and then, to aid in battle alongside other soldiers, but his first priority is to put an end to Slythe, and then Vyto, if possible.
Appearance: The Professor has tawny fur, white eartips, and dark grey hands and feet. His sky-blue eyes lie behind somewhat thick glasses, which magnify them to an absurd size. Since he spends the great majority of his time in his lab, he typically is seen wearing a long, white lab coat over his casual clothing, and a pair of thin, black gloves. While he looks almost exactly the same during the rare occasions in which he goes into battle, he lines his coat with a light, but relatively powerful armour.
Weapons: Youngblood is accustomed to a weapon of his own invention, called the Trihelix Wave Laser, which is roughly half as large as the Professor himself. It fires three spiraling golden lasers capable of draining a warship’s shields in a little less than a minute, and of completely slaughtering waves of individual soldiers.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Oh, come on! Everyone knows that!”

Name: Brendan “Spider” Youngblood
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Professor Youngblood’s son Brendan is not a naturally sunny character, at the best of times, and nobody is ever sure why. He does have something that could qualify as some sort of a sense of humour, but it is negated by a short, unpredictable temper, and he is insulted by anything that could be construed in any way as an insult. He has a handful of friends that are equally as dark as he is, and who seem to be the only people who are able to understand him to any degree of fullness. When around anyone outside of his small clique, it’s not difficult to see that he puts conscious effort into not saying anything laden with his typical level of arrogance.
In battle, Brendan prefers the offensive over the defensive, where he vents his inner madness upon the helpless enemy. He fends for himself and himself only, but he does a very good job at it, laying low any opponent who risks getting within twenty feet of him.
Appearance: Brendan shares the same tawny colour of fur as his father, but has deep brown eyes as opposed to the Professor’s sky-blue. He has three small, silver studs in his right ear, and wears a necklace with a golden biohazard symbol hanging from it. Most of the time wears a black T-shirt with a runic symbol on the back; the symbol changes from day to day. The jeans he wears, which vary in tone from black to light grey and are usually held by a thin chain-link belt, often have torn knees and frayed hems. Unlike the rest of his body, the fur on his feet is a dark grey.
Weapons: Brendan’s nickname, Spider, comes from his choice in armament. The Wolf Spider auxiliary assault pack looks a lot like the upper half of the obsolescent BIAS, excepting that where the BIAS has two guns, the Wolf Spider has six.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “My life would be a lot easier if I could make someone’s head explode just by looking at them.”

I've also lost count of how many characters I have posted, unposted, and unfinished. Thus, the character profile counter that nobody cares about anyway has gone down for a while.

Name: Ganymede (Elissa Forest)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Alignment: Mercenary
Personality: The leader of the mercenary band known as the Jupiter Crew, Ganymede is renowned for her flawless improvisations in battle. She works toward being completely impossible for her enemies to predict, and appears to be extremely good at it. Her practiced swiftness only adds to her ability to lose the enemy in confusion, and she takes pride every time she hears an irritated “What in the…?!”
While Ganymede does push her teammates to their limits, she does make a point in knowing what their limits are, and ensures that they don’t burn themselves out by trying too hard. She is not afraid to call a retreat if she knows the Crew is losing, and she finds fighting for honour and glory a ridiculous concept. She, like the rest of the Crew, fight for money, and only for money, and she knows the reputation will come on its own.
Despite her being the Crew’s superior, Ganymede does take advice from the others in the group, and puts it to use if she has no better ideas of her own. She typically relies on Europa, the Crew’s tactician, to provide a basic plan of action; she then improvises when it’s needed.
Outside of battle, Ganymede is a sensible, even-tempered creature. She is not easily angered, and is essentially impervious to offense. However, she knows the value of secrecy: she does not divulge anything private about herself, or that someone else has related to her, nor does she ask anything similar of anyone else. The one thing that aggravates her most is someone persistently asking her something she doesn’t feel comfortable with answering.
Appearance: Ganymede has dark brown fur with a single, wide black stripe down her back. Her eyes are a sparkling blue, and her long hair is no lighter than obsidian. She usually wears slightly faded jeans with a tear in one knee, as well as a black t-shirt under a brown bomber jacket with the Jupiter Crew insignia on her right shoulder. She cuts a small nick into the left sleeve of the jacket for every battle that the Jupiter Crew wins for their employers; the nicks are rapidly approaching one hundred in number.
Weapons: Ganymede’s armament of choice is a grapnel, which is basically an oversized fishhook on a rope. She also uses this as an impromptu mode of transportation, swinging or climbing the rope to cross previously insurmountable boundaries. As a backup weapon, she keeps a compact, but comparatively powerful assault rifle handy.
Special Powers: Ganymede is unbelievably accurate with her grapnel. She can hit a target at ten meters that most rabbits would be lucky to hit at two.
Quote: “Don’t waste time. Eventually, time will waste you.”

Name: Callisto (Aaron Forest)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Alignment: Mercenary
Personality: Ganymede’s twin brother Callisto is a fearsome force in himself, and an invaluable addition to the Jupiter Crew. He’s the stolid fighter of the group, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals. While considerably less agile in comparison to many other rabbits, he is still comparatively strong, which is indescribably useful in battle. This is somewhat negated by the fact that he occasionally overestimates his power, and does something overly risky without entirely thinking it through first, which often leads to very complicated situations.
Callisto is probably the most outspoken of the Jupiter Crew, voicing his thoughts or opinions with hardly the slightest impetus. While his interjections are, on occasion, more helpful than not, he has gotten “the look” from Ganymede more times than he can count.
Callisto is extremely protective of his sister, despite denying it to anyone who observes it. He has taken hits for her in the past, including a bullet that missed his heart by less than an inch, and fights doubly as hard when she can’t fight at all. These acts do not go unnoticed by Ganymede, and she has made note that if Callisto didn’t get into such trouble so often, she would reciprocate without a moment’s thought.
Appearance: Excluding the obvious physical differences between genders, Callisto’s outward appearance matches his sister’s; the only things that are dissimilar are that Callisto’s hair is much shorter than Ganymede’s, and his eyes are a darker blue. He usually wears a pair of navy blue sweatpants, and a short-sleeved denim jacket with the Jupiter Crew insignia on its right shoulder, and he never seems to take off the black digital wristwatch on his right hand. Also, underneath his jacket, one can still see the remains of several wounds he has taken in the past, including the entry wound of the bullet that nearly took his life.
Weapons: Callisto makes use of an extremely powerful pulse laser blaster called the Andromeda, which can both fire small bursts at a relatively rapid pace, or, when fully charged, loose a blast strong enough to level a small to midsized bunker.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Well, what an unpleasant surprise.”

Name: Europa (Kristen Rivers)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Alignment: Mercenary
Personality: Funk’s older sister Europa makes up for her lack of physical strength by being the strategist for the Jupiter Crew, and she is always the voice of wisdom when it comes to establishing a plan of action. Fortunately for the Crew, Europa’s plans usually have ample room for error, but not enough that any of those involved lose their focus. She usually puts detail only into the instructions of her partners in the Crew, with few exceptions, simply because she knows how Ganymede, Callisto, Io, and she herself works. Anyone else for whom she strategizes usually ends up with one of three tasks: cover, defend, or attack.
Europa is notoriously focused on her job, and is very rarely fazed by anything. The only events that really affect her is if one of her fellow Crewmates, or her brother Funk, is hurt or disabled in battle, in which case she will do her best to cover them. As well, she outright refuses to fight against Funk, nor will she help her team if his life is at stake.
Appearance: Europa has royal blue fur covering the vast majority of her body, excepting her navy blue hands, feet, tailtip, and eartips, and a narrow white strip across her navel. Her brown eyes are slightly hidden behind her rust-coloured hair, which is somewhat longer than shoulder-length and consistently falling partially across her face. Unlike her brother, she is quite slim, and she has some definition of musculature in her arms and legs. She usually wears a thin long-sleeved shirt under a black T-shirt emblazoned on its right shoulder with the Jupiter Crew insignia, light khaki jeans, and a silver pendant, from which a small shard of azure tarydium hangs. One might also catch a glimpse of the medical tape wrapped around her right wrist, from the four successive times that she broke it some years ago.
Weapons: Europa’s armament consists of an NP-150R Combat Assault Rifle, a combined assault rifle and gauss gun.
Special Powers: After all the time spent working with the Jupiter Crew, Europa has learned to think fast in order to compose strategies almost on the spot.
Quote: “I have a plan.”

Name: Io (Ian Orschell)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Alignment: Mercenary
Personality: Io is the technological and intelligence aspect of the Jupiter Crew. He doesn’t particularly enjoy violence and battle, and will make an effort to stay as inconspicuous as possible for as long as possible; ergo, he stays away from open warfare entirely. However, he is in his element when the Crew is faced with an infiltration mission, and he is often relied on to execute the first stages of that mission. Through extensive self-teaching, as well as a generous number of tools, programs, and data, Io can easily take control of essentially any system at all, given that he can find a place to start.
In most situations, Io is quiet, and somewhat timid; he only speaks when spoken to, with few exceptions. When he does speak, he chooses his words carefully, and says as little as he has to. He follows orders given to him to the utmost of his ability, which, despite his misgivings, is often above and beyond what is needed. One theory for his actions is that he is consistently trying to impress Ganymede; however, he has never outwardly expressed any deep feelings for her, or anyone else, for that matter.
Those who knew Io before he joined the Jupiter Crew call him Glitch, which is his old nickname. He readily answers to either Glitch or Io, but appears to prefer that his fellow Crewmates address him by the latter name.
Appearance: For the most part, Io’s fur is a dark orange-gold, excepting a brown, raccoon-like mask across his greyish eyes. He usually wears a hooded black sweater with a power symbol on the front, and the Jupiter Crew insignia on the right shoulder, as well as blue jeans with an innumerable quantity of pockets. The black and silver backpack he carries holds his various computers and associated paraphernalia. He appears to have a habit of pulling his hood over his head while at work on a computer.
Weapons: Io has no weapons that can do physical damage to enemies, but he does have a multitude of hacking tools, including a control cable, that he can use to make things that much more difficult for his opponents.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “This doesn’t look pleasant.”

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I haven't read these yet, but I intend on doing it later. Yay for more characters.