Five? Holy .. never mind.

I like Melody ... we need more characters with disabilities =D I have a mute that I haven't finished yet.

Name: Robin Thiessen

Nick: Xayo,DarkXayo

Age:10

Gender: Male

Wow, that's sure descriptive.

Oh, absolutely. Descriptive to the point of non-descriptive. Gotta love it.

I can tell that one's gonna be used a lot.

Name: Merik Cherubemoth
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: The first word that comes to mind when others describe Merik is “generous”. He is always happy to help others when they need something, and does not hesitate to comfort his friends when they are in times of desperation. He is well known around the city in which he lives for his altruism, and he is often sought out for help or advice. Perhaps his only downfall is that if he lends someone money, he rarely forgets it until it’s paid back.
Merik is not the strongest, nor the swiftest, in battle situations, but he is often underestimated in his skill with any number of weapons. Even when swamped with opponents on every side of him, Merik can effectively dish out damage, but will tire after a moderate period of time.
Appearance: Merik has smooth, silvery fur, and deep brown eyes, behind a thin pince-nez that he wears most of the time. This gives him the appearance of a sure-minded confidant, wise in the ways of life and the everyday occurrences around him through having experienced them himself. He also usually wears a red jacket over a white shirt of some sort, and brown pants. The band on his left ring finger is nothing absolutely exciting, but he rarely ever takes it off.
Weapons: Merik is generally able to use any weapon at all, but is most skilled with a staff of some sort, wooden or metal, short or long.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Utter nonsense.”

Name: Mental
Age: 3
Gender: None
*Species: Unknown
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Created by a dark mage, half by accident, Mental is comprised entirely of evil. It strikes fear into the hearts of its enemies even by its demonic armour, and it practices its fiendish trade everywhere, slaughtering anyone and anything that stands in its way of becoming renowned as the most sinfully malevolent being on the face of the planet. Mental's archenemy is Mehr.
Appearance: What would be Mental’s body is invisible, except for its skull. The skull itself wears a thoroughly evil-looking, horned helmet that glows green from the inside. Where Mental’s chest would be is covered by iron body armour, and its invisible hands wear spiked, dull silver gauntlets. Metal short pants cover its thighs, but there appears to be no armour from the knees down, save for a pair of heavy boots.
Weapons: Mental is armed with a battleaxe whose blade resembles a set of wings, and topped with a small spike. Also, its shield, of which the main body resembles an eye surrounded by tendons, is ringed with short iron spikes, just enough to deal damage to an opponent.
Special Powers: As of yet, no way has been found to kill or destroy Mental, despite numerous attempts.
Quote: Mental never speaks, and therefore has no quote.

You'll all be pleased to note that Chapter Twenty-whatever of E:JF is on the brink of being finished. It should be done before Christmas.

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY! YAY! YAY! NO I AM NOT HIGH! =D
Mental sounds so evil ... *thinks furiously of ways to use it in a story* I wait for the next part of E:JF (Chapter 27, wasn't it?)

Hey, mabey Radium could do a chaosummoning and summon it, or something.

And thusly send the whole world to (pot). Yes, that's an amazingly well thought-out idea.

Copper: 24. Not 27.

And by the way, Mental's trademark is simply to sweep through an area and kill everything that moves.

Okie, 24. Still, awesome
I figured that about Mental, wasn't planning on putting it in my current story.

Atharin's a little late, but oh well.

Name: Atharin "Skyshaft" Tashne

Nickname: Atharin or Skyshaft

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Cat

Appearance: Not particularly tall, Skyshaft looks a bit like a Siamese, with her pale blue eyes, cloudy grey fur, and darker hands, feet and ears. Her hair falls to just below her shoulders, and is a dark metallic blue, with gold and white streaks. She has the same stripe down her back as Firefall, only hers is white. Instead of her hands and feet being colored, like Firefall, she has a white band around her wrists and ankles, and a white tip on her tail. Skyshaft wears faded blue jeans and a white tank top.

Personality: If Firefall is fire, Skyshaft is air. Flying is Atharin's passion, and she hates being groundside. Nothing suits her more than being up in the air in a sailplane, a hangglider, a starfighter .. you name it, if it flies, she can pilot it.
Skyshaft is just as unpredictable as her brother, but a bit less patient and a lot less controlled. That is, she tends to say what she thinks, and has involuntary reactions (expressions, flinching, etc.) She's a bit more trusting, but just as dangerous, though she never has the unstoppable rage her brother displays. Hers is sudden and quick. Atharin likes people more than her brother, but still doesn't work well with them. Her humor, like Abanar's is biting and caustic, but still usually funny.

Weapons: Skyshaft wields an assortment of throwing knives, one high-powered blaster, and herself. Atharin is much better with the hand-to-hand than her brother, and executes flips, leaps, and her midair antics with deadly accuracy. Her precision with her weapons is unrivalled (except for the blaster, that's Jack Flash's arena =P) and most of the time her enemies don't even see it coming.

Skills: Skyshaft is a top pilot, almost unrivalled. She is utterly fearless in the air. Where Firefall goes around, Skyshaft goes over - or through. She's a blur when fighting.

Special Powers: Skyshaft can't fly, but she can control wind. She can summon a miniature tornado, and chances are that a fall will leave her unhurt. Completely impervious to things such as tornadoes, whirlwinds, hurricanes, and the like, Skyshaft is also unharmed by airborne agents like gas.

Weaknesses: Firefall has hydrophobia, well, Skyshaft has claustrophobia. She is also completely terrified of going underground. And her tornadoes have been known to get out of control.

Orientation: Same as Firefall.

Other: The Tashne siblings are always together. Skyshaft has a stunt fighter named Skygrazer.

Quote: "Look out below!"

I'm working on two more, Autumn Gale and Benedict Fleetfoot. Fun times.

Name: Sol Malcoria
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil
Personality: A defect from the Carrotus Corps, Sol is devious, unpredictable, and typically regarded as a traitor. He has been known to work solely by and for himself, but he just recently joined the ranks of the reptiles as an informant, a spy, or, failing that, a warrior with balls of steel. Sol never backs away from a fight; in fact, he’ll jump in and start attacking everyone around him, even if it had nothing to do with him in the first place, simply for the adrenaline rush brought on by the heat of battle.
Sol is renowned for his short temper. If someone angers him, enemy or otherwise, he simply runs them through. Any time he’s been challenged after he’s slain a teammate, he kills his challenger. Several bands of pirates, theives, and other such miscreants have fallen to the amalgamation of Sol’s temper and skill.
Appearance: Sol’s orange fur has been powdered to a deep red, which also keeps it from looking shiny. His eyes, usually shifty as he looks for a weakness in an enemy, are mostly a dark blue, but his right eye has a thin silver line through the middle. He usually is seen wearing a black leather jacket, with no shirt underneath, and black pants with individual steel rings linked into the belt loops.
Weapons: Sol’s primary weapon is a glowing green energy saber, stored in a spring-loaded holster on his wrist, whose blade extends to almost three feet when he wields its hilt. Sol prefers face-to-face combat, and as such is masterful with the nearly weightless blade. At longer ranges, Sol uses a standard FragCan (short for fragmentation canister) launcher, stolen from a Corps base.
Special Powers: Some of Sol’s tactics with his sabre almost seem to defy the laws of physics.
Quote: “Friggin’ ‘ell!”

Name: Kaya “Nocturne” Baltus
Age: 26
Gender: Female
*Species: Bat
Alignment: Good
Personality: Nocturne is an admirable creature, in that she humbly respects and is respected by those around her. She is very wise for her relatively young age, and does not hesitate to share her wisdom with others. A mother of two, she is very fond and protective of her daughters, as well as any young creature, especially since her mate went MIA and was deemed deceased. She also has a very potent interest in one Mat Batty, even though she’s only ever seen him twice.
Nocturne is not, nor cares to be, skilled with weapons. Instead, she volunteers herself to be a night scout, winging about effortlessly in the dark sky and tracing movement below her. She wastes no time in reporting anything suspicious.
Appearance: Nocturne has a coat of dark brown fur covering her small, lean body, and her silvery eyes are flecked with blue. Her ears appear slightly oversized, and she flattens them to the back of her head when something is too loud.
Weapons: None.
Special Powers: While most bats rely on echoing squeaks to locate themselves, Nocturne has an uncanny sixth sense of her surroundings, which doubly allows her to stay completely silent as she goes on her scouting flights.
Quote: “Air resistance is a drag.”

Jeez 4I...

Some future version of REG is going to consist entirely of 4I characters.

Mental sounds cute and fluffy like a tribble except dark, evil, and murderous.

That has to be the worst description of an embodiment of evil that I've ever heard.

Name something about the description that ISN'T evil.

Cute. Fluffy. Tribble.

Enough said.

Hmm... make pictures >O, that'll slow you down ( ;.

I actually have pics of Mental's individual pieces, but I had to hax0r them out of UT. Oh well.

That's not a real char >O.

Sure it is. Check out ST's prof, then =P

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

Cute. Fluffy. Tribble.

Enough said.

Uh, Cute, Fluffy and Tribble all have evil connotations... You have problems, 4I.

Originally Posted by N0B0DY

Uh, Cute, Fluffy and Tribble all have evil connotations... You have problems, 4I.

You're just not thinking like me then. When you're me, you think like me, not you, because I'm not you, who would be me. If I were you, I'd stop thinking like you and try to think like me, because I'm obviously not you. You think?

Although I haven't wrote a war story, I will soon, so here's my character:

Name: RoWOdin314
Real Name: No one knows. Nor really cares. People just refer him as "Row".
Personality: Nice, caring, and alert. Does his best to fight.
Looks: Blue body, red blaster, and a silver headband which can reflect light when Row is cornered. He also carries a boomerang in case his gun runs out of power.
Favorite weapon: Seeker/Electro Blaster
Favorite Powered Up weapon: Pepper Spray
Motto: You double dipped the chip!
Origin: Some people think Row's a robot. Others think he's a turtle. Still others think he's just a greasy Italian who happened to be born next to the meat pies. But most people think Row's just a little twisted. And he is.

-RoW

Species? It looks like you're a rabbit until you get to the origins, and now I'm really confused.

Anyway, some profs I really have to put up before I implode from the effort of not posting them.

Name: Autumn Gale

Nickname: Autumn

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: Big and rangy with green eyes, rusty reddish-orange body fur, and white ventral fur, Autumn wears faded jeans, a green t-shirt, and brown boots, cloak and gloves. His hair is sunbleached several shades lighter than his fur. Autumn is usually relaxed and wears a friendly smile.

Personality: Autumn is talkative and friendly. When nervous, he simply talks faster. Autumn is the soul of courtesy, and keeps his discontent, anger, irritation and negativity hidden beneath his sunny smile. He never takes his frustration out on others. Autumn loves telling tales of his escapades that are either extremely exaggerated or never happened at all. He seems to be quite shallow and sincere beside the complicated Benedict, but Autumn is shrewd, intelligent, and quick to catch on. You either instantly like him, or instantly don't, no in between. And the last one is extremely rare.

Weapons: Autumn has a pair of green blasters and a heavy, polished wooden staff, with metal-capped ends.

Skills: Storytelling (Autumn is a favorite at the War Tavern), making friends, and staff-fighting. He's a passable shot, and an ameteur tracker. He's good at encouraging slips of the tongue. His name and friendliness often make people misjudge him. And he knows the strangest people.

Special Powers: First impressions last the longest, and Autumn's are never wrong. He's come to trust his "people sense" completely, as has Benedict.

Weaknesses: If Autumn learns something that he thinks will concern or worry his friends, he will keep it to himself, often with disastrous results. He's also a terrible liar, and knows it. He couldn't be rude if he tried. He dislikes fighting, and will try to avoid it if it can be helped.

Orientation: Good.

Occupation: Wanderer.

Other: Benedict Fleetfoot is Autumn's best friend, probably because Benedict's the only one who can put up with having his ear talked off daily. Autumn doesn't understand Benedict's protectiveness, and nor does he know about Benedict's "curse".

Quote: "... you do realize, of course, that I'm not listening to a word you say. Keep talking."

~*~

Name: Benedict Fleetfoot

Nickname: Benedict

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: If Autumn is the sunny one of the duo, Benedict is the shadow. Silver-eyed, dark blue fading to black on his extremites, Benedict is always lurking in the background, quiet and mysterious. He wears dark blue jeans, a tattered black t-shirt, black boots, a dark blue bandanna and a slashed up dark blue cloak. He has several long scars criss-crossing his chest. Tall, muscular and imposing, Benedict looks like a storybook hero (or villain) which annoys him to no end. He is missing his right hand, and sports a mechanical replacement, which is always concealed by a black glove.

Personality: Critical, arrogant, and extremely sarcastic, Benedict is mysterious, takes everything with a truckload of salt, and keeps things close to the vest. An expert with most weapons, he is the first to jump at the chance of a fight. He loves to argue just for the sake of it, and often plays the devil's advocate. If you agree with him he will change sides just to keep the debate going. Arguing is his way to make someone re-think their motivations or opinions, althoug he always agrees with Autumn on the larger decisions ("should we keep fighting and die? or should we run far, far away, like now?"). He tends to be deliberately difficult to get along with. Benedict is reckless in battle, be it physical or verbal. He often provokes Autumn over the smallest details. Benedict's logic is haphazard, convoluted, confusing, rarely has anything to do with the end result, and makes no sense. His conclusions are usually correct, but how he got them is anyone's guess. Oddly enough, he is the first to counsel patience with important decisions. Benedict is complex and difficult to figure out. He is an excellent listener, and though the dark side of his personality dominates, he has a gentler side that is rarely seen through the sarcasm. A sympathetic confidante, Benedict's is a safe shoulder to cry on. His advice is usually sound, he knows when to keep quiet, and he always keeps secrets.

Weapons: Benedict carries a heavy blue blaster at his belt, and a nondescript katana slung across his back. However, he rarely uses them. He's more likely to snatch an opponent's weapon and beat them up with that instead.

Skills: Sarcasm, irritability, arguing ... oh, those weren't what you meant? Benedict is excellent at getting people to reconsider their motivations/opinions. He often uses this skill with Autumn, so that Autumn will understand both sides. Benedict is a very physical fighter, not relying on skill at all, although he can use pretty much any weapon made proficiently. His innate skepticism keeps him from taking things for granted, unlike Autumn who relies solely on first impressions. He always questions the motives. In fact, Benedict would have made a good investigatior if he wasn't so violent. He is an excellent and sympathetic listener, and always keeps secrets, even when ... pressured.

Special Powers: Benedict can take a mental "photo" or a scene or situation, memorizing every detail, down to how many windows were in each building. He can do the same with a phrase, or someone's voice/speech patterns, even if he can't duplicate it.

Weaknesses: Sometimes Benedict takes the arguing to an extreme. His recklessness in battle often gets him into trouble, and he is fiercely protective of Autumn. His overpowering sarcasm tends to make most people dislike him immediately - that and his arguing. His skepticism and distrustfulness often get the better of him, and he questions everything, even if it's a life-or-death situation. When he learns something he does it well; otherwise he's clueless, such as with piloting and common courtesy. He has no tact whatsoever.

Orientation: Neutral or good. Either way, Benedict will never oppose Autumn, or risk him.

Occupation: Whatever he feels like, often a mercenary.

Other: Benedict considers Autumn to be his "heart-brother" - they're not actual brothers, but they're so close they might as well be.

Quote: "I command you to die! ... lookit that, you did."

~*~

Name: Mehr

Nickname: None

Age: Indeterminate

Gender: None

Species: Shapeshifter

Appearance: Mehr doesn't really have a fixed appearance. It changes to a new shape for every situation. Mehr has bvery little preference in the shapes it takes, although, when not thinking about it, it usually takes the form of a shadowy cat with blue eyes. Mehr can shift into a form with clothes or weapons already equipped if it desires to, and can use pretty sophisticated stuff, too. Its forms aren't all organic, although most are. Mehr's shapes are usually dark-colored, with glowing blue eyes, some are winged, some have gills, all sorts of stuff. Mehr changes very quickly and fluidly, and matches the shape to the opponent or situation flawlessly.

Personality: Mehr is cryptic, obscure, and mysterious. It is also solely telepathic. Mehr could speak in most forms if it wished, but doesn't as a matter of pride. It can use both words and emotions to get its point across. Mehr loves riddles, puzzles, and making a nuisance of itself. It will turn up at the oddest times to say something so obscure and strange that it makes no sense. Most of Mehr's actions are towards an ultimate end, but seem irrational and illogical at the time, so it has been suspected of seeing a bit of the future (it never says). Mehr is complex and difficult to understand.

Weapons: Absolutely anything you can think of. Mehr changes the weapons and clothes along with its form, although it prefers teeth and claws to swords and blasters.

Skills: Mehr is good at reading people (mostly because it does some unsolicited mental digging), and is also good at solving riddles and puzzles.

Special Powers: Shapeshifting is Mehr's specialty, and of course it's a telepath. When Mehr speaks to a person, it can read a bit of that person's emotions and thoughts, which it uses. It also seems to be immortal.

Weaknesses: Mehr is curious to no end. This gets it in all sort of trouble. It also has a fascination with riddles, and will do almost anything to solve one. Mehr's archenemy is Mental.

Orientation: Neutral (or whatever side Mental's not).

Other: None.

Quote: "Time will have to tell. I never do."

Name : Iso

Age : 846

Species : Rabbit

Gender : Male

Appearance : Iso is quite tall and very skinny. His fur is completely black. His eyes are constantly fading from one color to the next, often giving him a very unsettling appearance. The only thing that's on him that isn't black is his current eye color, the insides of his ears which are an odd red, and the red bandana he has that keeps his hair out from his eyes. His hair itself is black like the rest of his body, but it's very long relative to the short fur he has on the rest of him. He keeps his hair tied into a ponytail on the back, but his bangs are still long enough to come over his eyes without the bandana. Iso is always quiet and reserved, while staring at things that nobody would care about. He rarely smiles. Iso may be 846, but he hardly looks a day over 20.

Personality : Iso is very unresponsive. Most people would consider him shy, but he is actually uncaring of the current state of things and other people. He never speaks unless he has something to say immediately. Iso is terrible at small talk and spends most of his time in deep thought.

Weapons : Iso hasn't fought in over 700 years. The last time he did, he slaughtered millions of his enemies, with only his mind, but shattered his sanity.

Abilities : Iso apparently has massive psychic abilities, but never seems to use them any more.

Allegiance : Unknown. Presumably evil.

Occupation : None.

History : Hundreds of years ago in a battle nobody has heard of in a now forgotten land, Iso appeared on night on the battle field. In a brilliant flash of light, a meteor fell from the sky, crashing down on the heads of a regiment of troops, Iso emerged from the flames that encompassed the meteor. He drew a metal rod, and with one mighty sweep summoned a wave of unrefined magics that slaughtered everybody and sank the continent. Afterwards Iso flew from one battle to the next, killing the soldiers and innocent alike, then causing the war zone to sink beneath the blue seas. After sinking at least 12 continents, Iso raised a massive temple from the waters for unknown reasons. Then he just seemed to become satisfied with his work, and resided in the small town of Derrius in what we now call today as Carrotus.

Shortly after this, demons started to invade Carrotus, with as much bloodlust and hatred as Iso himself, they ravaged the lands and pointlessly killed hundreds of innocent civilians. When they came to Derrius town, Iso staved their whole invasion with another wave of magic, unintentionally leveling the town and causing the south cape of Carrotus to submerge like the others. However, one other did survive this horrible incident. The whereabouts of this person are unknown, and even if he or she exists is still in debate. Iso then sank back into reclusion, and is very rarely seen.

Family/Friends : None. The only people he even confirms that they exist , let alone talk to, are seemingly random individuals who, like Iso, are very rarely seen.

... interesting.

I think I'll have to base a character off of that. *snickers*

I'll let you do that if you give me a cookie.

*makes Stratn a cookie*

Well, since there's been close to zero progress on both E:JF and SoT since I updated them last, here's a few new characters for you to look at.

Name: Fury
Age: 19
Gender: Male
*Species: Human
Alignment: Good
Personality: Falcon’s protégé, trainee, and teammate, Fury is a tireless worker, a prolific learner, and an invaluable ally. He has a distinct ability to think quickly in even the most harrowing of situations, and because of this he often improvises when a previously planned strategy capsizes. However, he is somewhat slower than Falcon in reacting to danger, and as such relies on his compatriot to keep him safe. Also, he is quick to anger, and several lives have been put in jeopardy by Fury’s habit of pulling and aiming a gun at whatever may be posing a threat, whether it is or not.
Appearance: Fury’s hair is a deep gold, swept back evenly over his head, and his hazel eyes hide behind sunglasses similar to Falcon’s. He wears a leather jacket, which he rarely does up, and a long bandana that trails down to his neck. His guns rest in reversed holsters on his waist, which are slightly frayed from overuse.
Weapons: Fury is noticeably less of a melee fighter than Falcon, and it shows in his choice of weaponry. He is typically armed with two AutoMag 3 pistols, but can use a good number of other guns with a degree of accuracy.
Special Powers: Fury is a quick learner, developing tactics for use with individual weapons within a few minutes of first learning how they work.
Quote: “Incredi-mazing-able.”

Name: Vanessa Hunter
Age: 19
Gender: Female
*Species: “Foxcoon”
Alignment: Good
Personality: Vanessa lives for speed. Everything she does, she does with a flair for swiftness. As a result, she is not only semi-professional in both F-Zero and Extreme-G racing competitions, but she has a customized vehicle for both. When she isn’t officially racing, she can usually be found practicing in one of her impossibly fast vehicles, half to hone her skill and half for the mind-bending rush of dangerously great velocity. Her younger sister, Lorelei, often stages friendly competitions against Vanessa, which is where the duo learn most from each other.
Not surprisingly, Vanessa is the same way in battle. She often uses her XG vehicle to fight, simply because it is armed with a generous amount of weaponry, and she is swift death to any target she chooses. Her main problem, however, is that she’s somewhat headstrong and overconfident, which often gets her into trouble, either on the battlefield, in her racing career, or elsewhere.
Appearance: A sleek-furred, grey raccoon-fox hybrid, Vanessa’s light brown eyes are usually behind a set of small, shaded racing goggles, more for keeping dust out of her eyes than for actually shielding against the sun. Her thick tail is grey, like her fur, but is banded with black stripes, and has a pitch-toned tip. Vanessa is very fond of her tail, and makes sure it’s an addition to her already-stunning appearance before any race.
Weapons: Vanessa’s main weapon is her XG vehicle, the Shard, which can be armed with most conventional land-vehicle weaponry. Failing that, or if her sister is using the Shard for its weaponry, her F-Zero machine Swift Hunter is also armed, though not as heavily as the Shard.
Special Powers: Vanessa’s reaction time comes close to zero, which aids her greatly in high-speed races.
Quote: “Love to chat, gotta run, later!”

Name: Lorelei Hunter
Age: 17
Gender: Female
*Species: “Foxcoon”
Alignment: Good
Personality: A happy-go-lucky creature if ever there was one, Vanessa’s sister Lorelei does almost everything on the spur of the moment. She has a tendency to throw caution to the wind and try everything once, no matter how crazy or dangerous it is. As a result, she has gained the reputation of a daredevil, and those around her know she’s likely to do something crazy at any moment. However, while this attitude gains Lorelei a lot of excitement, it also brings a great deal of danger to her. She has found herself in over her head more than once, with near-catastrophic results.
Appearance: Lorelei shares generally the same appearance as her older sister, but she is slightly smaller than Vanessa, and her banded tail ends in a grey tip. She also wears a necklace, from which a small, pewter 47 hangs. The 47 does not signify anything; she just likes that number in particular.
Weapons: To her sister’s dismay, Lorelei uses Vanessa’s XG bike, Shard, when she goes into battle.
Special Powers: Lorelei is very good at fixing vehicles, which comes from a good deal of practice working on the Shard. She has considered taking up a job as a professional mechanic several times.
Quote: “You’d be surprised.”

I can't see any forces that can stop me from posting, so here's.

Name: Cooba
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Turtle
Personality: Vicious. After Devan was lost in space, he thought that he can own his terrorist group, and 'coz the chaos appeared after Devan's accident with rocket, he did that easily. However, Devan was alive and he was surprised when seeing that one of his most loyal and accurative agents traitored him. In fight, Cooba wins and now he has Devan under control. Of course, nobody other from second group (or lower) of initation doesn't knows about it.
Appearance: Built like Devan, outfitted with blue skin and dressed like a sort of agent, he's flexible as heck. Smart like Devan twice, he built a evil machine that Devan planned to built after his trip onto DespAirbase where the accident with rocket come.
Weapons: A whitish gun with a cybernetic claw at end, which shoots the thunders with a speed of doom. For melee, he prefers a classic short sword with a sharp blade.
Special powers: Throwing. With his precision in throwing explosive things at his foes, he is something like a Apocalypse Rider, but future-themed.
Quote: "Your battery is gonna to blow up, slug."

Name: NOKA
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Rabbit
Personality: Hmm, it's a sort of weird in his personality. Normally, he's calm, nice, and very vulnerable for sad stories. But, if somebody will make him very angry, he turns to total new person. The bloodlust that appears in him while he's turning from Sentimental Bunny to Evil Bunny, makes him lost a control above himself. Wrr!
Agent Cooba is, for unknown reason, his worst enemy. Seeing him makes him... uhh... angry. And you know, what happens to him, when he is VERY angry.
Appearance: Medium built, with short tail, makes him a flexible rabbit. Although, after his MORPH, he is more flexible at three times. His grey fur, ears, and green eyes turns into a differents shades of red or purple.
Weapons: LFG-2003, the newest version of Jazz's trusty blaster, farbed to a dark blue-white colour. He prefers a RF of blade to shoot out of blaster, especially when is a Evil Bunny. He never fights in a melee, except for a moments after MORPH.
Special powers: While Evil Bunny, the anger is accumulating in one place and causes a break in warspace there, and what then happens, tons of energy are unleashed! He needs then something like a coolant, or he'll just burn due to energy!
Quote: (Sentimental Bunny) "I'm going to be angry, RUN OUT GUYS"
(Evil Bunny) "Let's eat something!"

Name: Sathrey
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Species: Rabbit, VooDoo Mage.
Personality: OMG he's a maddo. He is obsessed with anything that is dead or undead, so he travelled for many countries to find a machine that could make someone a zombie. But he went mad after travelling to a strange medieval dimension, in a land called Deyja (HoM&M and M&M users will know what and where it is placed - ask 'em), where the magic makes corpses living. He went crazy. Although, a necromant named Sandro (*cough* HoM&M3) learned him necromancy, and opened him a portal for his dimension. He live now in Medivoan jungle (this from JJ2), kills, and uses black magic.
Appearance: Ghastly white fur that looks like spiderweb, and no tail. His face looks like a bloody skull (this is how necromancy works). He wears a silver helmet and a long red boots made from weasel's skin.
Weapons: His magic club ended with a squirrel's skull for melee. Instead lasers for distance fights, he casts voodoo or dark foo spells. He prefers 'Killer' or 'Foo Nova' spells, but he also likes 'Fire Bolt' spell. He awakes guys that died while fighting him, and their skeletons are his lackeys. AFAIK, he has got now over 300 skeletons of jungle animals.
Special powers: Necromancy (duh)
Quote: "Now you'll DIE!"

Name : Malcolm Gentry

Age : 35

Gender : Male

Species : Rabbit

Appearance : Malcolm is a flaming orange furred rabbit, but he had his ears cut off during his military carrer. He is usually seen wearing a business suit and grey sport coat. He tends to smile a lot while thinking to himself. His green eyes sometimes turn to a blue if he is especially saddened. Malcolm is very masculine, but you can't tell by the suit that he usually wears. On his left hand, he has a gold ring, so it is presumed he is married or engaged, however records have either been lost or destroyed, so it can't be confirmed. Malcolm carries around a breifcase, but has long lost the combination to it, so whatever documents that are contained within it are sealed away for the time being. Malcolm wears old brown, tattered combat boots he was issued during the first war.

Personality : Straight to the point, but also great at small talk. Malcolm is good at making great friends, but never seeing them again because of his wandering ways. Malcolm sufferes from slight paranoia earned from his years in the army, fighting countless enemies ranging from demons to fellow rabbits. Malcolm hardly ever plans things out, and prefers to act compulsivly. However if given a command, he executes it with deadly precision and exactness. Malcolm would seem rather content with his life, but is actually lonely and unhappy with himself and his past. Malcolm tends to be indifferent to other people because of the great sadness and trauma that he has seen throughout his life. The few moments of happiness that he has are usually puncuated shortly after by moments of terror and madness.

History : Malcolm graduated at a very young age and immediatly became an entrepanure in the music business. His compony had a rough start, but he was soon living the dream and making millions of dollars with his business, his future seemed ceratin. But fate had it's way and Malcolm was drafted during the first war against the turtles. While away, the vice president crashed Malcolm's business into the ground. Malcolm fought bravly in the war, making Jazz's victory over Devan possible. When he returned home, he came back to nothing, his business was gone, his house reposses, and a fat lawsuit in book-keeping scandel. Soon afterwards, he was sent to the front lines again in the second war against Devan. Here the battles were much more vicious and feirce. Malcolm soon began to suffer from dementia while on the front lines. He was taken back home and re-habilitated for 4 years, until quite recently where he has gone back to society with nothing to his name except military expirience. Then the plague spread, and Malcolm found his calling as a fighter of the plague. Now he spends his time wondering from town to town, seeing nothing but suffering, trauma, and depression. The only connection to the past that Malcolm trusts any more is the breifcase that he always carries with him.

Weapon : Standard issue pulse rifle.

Skills : None

Quote : "Learn to accept that you have negative in your life, and attempt to turn it positive."

Four new characters for everyone to play with. For anyone who cares, this brings my count up to 55.

Name: Arkrxern Motcrurh (pronounced Arkazern Motcrew)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
*Species: Indeterminate, possibly a hare
Alignment: Good
Personality: Arkrxern is as enigmatic as his incomprehensible name. Nobody knows exactly what he is, where he’s from, or what he wants with Carrotus. Despite the mystery that surrounds him, it has been proven that he has taken up an allegiance with the Carrotan forces, whether official or not. He is a selfless creature, fighting for the sake of others, on or off the battlefield. However, when he becomes the focus of an argument or other sort of standoff, he deals with his aggressor in a frighteningly collected manner. He has never been seen to flinch.
Appearance: Arkrxern’s fur is a dark shade, almost black, but its hue changes depending on how one looks at him. His dark grey headband ends in metal tips, and a metal headplate attached to the front protects his forehead. He also wears two steel bracers on his wrists, and similar metal ringplates on his ankles. In battle, the entirety of his armour is a pair of steel shoulder and rib guards.
Weapons: Arkrxern wields a double-ended battleaxe with relative ease. He regularly sharpens the blades, so it’s rarely an ineffective weapon.
Special Powers: Arkrxern has an innate ability to store heat in his fur. Whether or not he knows how to control this is unknown.
Quote: “With friends like that, you might as well kill yourself now before they take it upon themselves to do it for you.”

Name: Brian Wilder
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Wilder, more commonly referred to as B. Wilder, is widely known as the quintessential action hero. He backs down to no one, and will take on any challenge he is faced with. Anyone who messes with him usually doesn’t live to do anything else. His main, if not only, downside is that he often can’t find anything to do with himself when he’s not in battle. In a case like this, it’s typically a safe bet that he’s gone to work out somewhere.
Appearance: The first thing everyone notices about B. Wilder is his bodybuilder-like form. His camo-patterned pants subtly add to the image of strength, amazing to the point of ridiculous, as do the defined muscles showing through his brown fur. The killing stare of his silvery-blue eyes shows the fire within him, which understandably burns with ferocity in the heat of battle.
Weapons: When not using himself as a particularly potent brute-force weapon, B. Wilder uses the Two-Ton, a heavily-armoured hovertank armed with two 90mm cannons and a Z.E.R.G-ling (which stands for Zero Entropy Rail Gatling) turret. He’s also very proficient with any number of short- to medium-range guns.
Special Powers: Short of mortal injury or wounding, nothing seems to be able to faze B. Wilder enough to slow him down.
Quote: “Since when is it impossible to be strong and smart at the same time?”

Name: Killian Baratas
Age: 22
Gender: Male
*Species: Wolf
Alignment: Evil?
Personality: Killian, the self-proclaimed King of the planet Gemulon, is strangely noble for a villain. He regards himself as a knight as well as a king, and as such follows a code of ethics, as any knight would. However, he is extremely skilled in one on one combat, and he does not hold back on anyone, nor does he hesitate to slay his opponent when he feels that they’ve been duly defeated.
Appearance: Clad in dark-hued armour, Killian is intimidating even at first sight. The fur on his face, the only part of his body left unprotected, is a shadowy silver. The plates of metal that make up his armour, as well as the scabbard for his sword, are a metallic navy tone. The only part of his form that is not a dark colour is the blood-red gemstone embedded into his chestplate.
Weapons: Killian tends to use a sword in battle, whose blade has been shaded to a dark silver, almost matching his fur. Failing his blade, the spikes on his right shoulder guard deal a killing blow instantly.
Special Powers: Both Killian’s sword and his armour are made of a mysterious supermetal that is impossible to even dent using conventional methods.
Quote: “You’ve crossed the line between brave and stupid.”

Name: Torin Hulst
Age: 19
Gender: Male
*Species: Zouan (Bobcat)
Alignment: Mercenary
Personality: Torin is a good friend of Leon, a regular in the F-Zero Grand Prix competitions, who, like Torin himself, hails from the war-torn planet of Zou. They both have the same goal in mind: bring peace back to their home planet, once and for all. However, while Leon has set his sights upon the Grand Prix prize money, Torin chose a different path, and became a mercenary. Like any other sane for-hire, he fights for whichever side offers him more. As a result, he appears to be entirely focused on money at first, but he does prove to be a worthy ally, and overall very friendly with his peers, in the long run.
Appearance: Torin’s brown fur becomes white on the tips of his ears and tail, as well as his hands and feet. His bright green eyes usually are noted for how they shine, but they grow dark when he becomes angry or aggravated. He wears a bodysuit of light, blue-green armour, enough to deflect most attacks without hindering his movement. Also, a leather belt holding a few extra clips for his guns is always around his slender waist.
Weapons: Torin finds two autopistols enough to keep him suitably armed. If an opponent comes too close, he wastes no time in cracking them across the skull with a pistol whip.
Special Powers: Torin’s natural feline reflexes, combined with a strict training regimen, have made him very quick and very agile.
Quote: “This had better be worth it.”

*hugs the MAD CRAZY 4I THINKBOX ecstatically* You're BACK! (even if you didn't go anywhere)

B. Wilder, huh? Sounds like Piers Anthony to me. *cough*Xanth*cough*

I'd say something witty in response to that if I had any clue what you were talking about. [/wittyquotematerial]

*hugs CT right back*

If it WAS from one of Piers Anthony's Xanth books, you'd have known what I meant, so I take it that it's just a coincidence. Cool.

I still can't pronounce that first guy's name. Akpthlt.

Zero Entropy Rail Gatling?


On a more serious note. Zero Entropy? The gun wouldn't work! The force that was used to move it needs to go from order to disorder to excert the force, but if it's zero entropy then the force will never occur because it dosen't go from order to disorder.

Originally Posted by Coppertop

I still can't pronounce that first guy's name. Akpthlt.

I'm pretty sure it's ark-AH-zern MOT-crew. Or something.

Pageclaimed for Arkie.

The stress is on the first syllable of Arkrxern, and on the first syllable of Motcrurh.

Half a cookie goes to Radium for getting it half right.

Stratn: Zero Entropy simply means that there's no chaos, or inaccuracy, in its firing. Which means that the gun is essentially a gatling sniper railgun. I'm perfectly aware of the order/disorder relationship of the actual launching of the projectile.

And yes, I did intentionally name it ZERGling. In retrospect, I can't help but wonder what I was on when I did, but I know I did intentionally.

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

gatling sniper railgun

Whee!