Profile of X

Nickname: X

Realname: (Unknown)

Gender: Male

Spieces: Hedgehog,with Metal Knuckles and Mecha Legs

Weapons: Phaser,Compound Grenade Launcher and the Redeemer

Bio: X is MC's best partner,without X,MC wouldn't have been when he is now,or wouldn't exist




Profile of Alexandria

Nickname: Alexandria

Realname: (Unknown)

Gender: Female

Spieces: part Ultra Human Hedgehog and part Hedgehog

Weapons: Power.......and her Nova Blast Cannon

Bio: Alexandria is MC's girlfriend,more of a paranoid fan,later in the stories MC married Alexandria and then had two kids,Darkangel and CyberChaosKiller



Profile for Darkangel:

Nickname: Darkangel

Realname: (Unknown)

Gender: Male

Spieces: Ultra Human Hedgehog

Weapons: none.....

Bio: none



Profile for CCK:

Nickname: CyberChaosKiller

Realname: (For the last time,the real name is unknown)

Gender: Male

Spieces: Ultra Human Hedgehog

Weapons: none....

Bio: none..

If none of their real names are known, don't bother posting the same thing in all four profiles.

And, usually, a profile is used to give information. A bio category that declares nothing is nigh on useless.

Ehm, came up with this one.

Name: Sasha Araspir

Nickname: Sasha

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit (sort of)

Personality: Sasha is a hard person to get to know, with hidden depths that can't be predicted. Just when you think you've figured him out, he goes and does something that leaves you stunned. He seems to be two entirely different people at times - with strangers, he is shut off, cold, and arrogant. With his friends, he opens up slightly, and though still quiet and arrogant, he has a strong sense of irony, and laughs a lot (okay, so it's at other people - it still counts, right?). He tends to catch small things that other people miss, and finds odd things funny. Sometimes he turnes rather morbid, but snaps out of it quickly. Often impatient and irritable, Sasha is in his element while fighting. When not in battle, he is less than helpful, and seems to enjoy annoying people. He often makes snap decisions, and has no problem admitting it when he's wrong, so long as he still gets his own way. Sasha also has little or no sense of loyalty, except with a very few close friends.

Appearance: Dark and forboding, Sasha is lean and slender. Middling height, he has black fur streaked liberally with dark blue, and short, wild, bleached blond hair. Sasha's eyes are pale blue flecked with gold, and they lack pupils. He wears uniform-like clothes - black jeans, dark blue shirt, knee-high boots. His most distinguishing feature is a pair of large, pale blue wings, with the occasional black and gold feather in there. He usually keeps them hidden under a reversible, hooded cloak - one side is dark grey, the other black - when not fighting. Sasha wears a slightly tarnished, heavy silver cross, and a plain silver ring on his right hand.

Weapons: Sasha wears two throwing knives in sheaths on his wrists, for emergencies. He also has a scimitar with a chipped, slightly jagged edge, with a black and gold handle and a polished, uncut, dark sapphire. His favored weapon is a laser sniper rifle, with which he has awesome accuracy.

Skills: Flying, sniping, swordfighting. When fighting, he likes the long-distance approach. He takes command readily, although he prefers to be on his own, as he doesn't work well with a team.

Special Powers: Sasha has some magic, although he prefers not to use it. Still, when needed, he will. His preferred Elements are fire and ice, along with darkness (okay, it's not an Element, so sue me). He uses the sapphire in his sword to store power.

History: Largely unknown, although Sasha apparently has been involved in numerous battles on several different worlds, as well as a few assassinations. He never seems to be on the losing side (in fact it's uncertain WHAT side he's on), possibly because Sasha has no sense of loyalty to his employers, and will defect to the winning side if his side is losing.

Profession: Sasha has numerous things he does - mostly he fights, with or without pay. For solo jobs, though, he doesn't come cheap - it probably would be cheaper to buy an army. Aside from that, his "hobbies" include the occasional random act of violence, a short stint at peacekeeping, and similar things.

Weaknesses: Not at all a patient person, Sasha tends to make snap decisions and mistakes that usually result in a fight. Of course, no one is sure if he doesn't do this on purpose. He is also completely out of his element () in water.

Orientation: Depends on who gets to him first, and who's winning. Honestly, he's as likely to switch sides as not.

Other: Oddly enough, although Sasha's wings are cold to the touch, the black and gold feathers are warm, and occasionally will allow the bearer to see through illusions, and see magic being used. Nothing else, honest.

Quote: "And your point is ...?"

Whee, decided to post Shonar's specs, in case anyone wants to use him as a minor character.

Name: Shonar Ziarryn

Nickname: Shonar

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Personality: Serious but easygoing, Shonar is all business. He's happiest when he's working, either flying or codebreaking. Even when not working, he's always on the lookout for new security levels or codes.

Appearance: Bronze furred with grey eyes, Shonar doesn't stand out in a crowd. That's the point, of course Rather good looking, he's middling height, not quite stocky in build. He usually wears jeans, flight boots, and a t-shirt, or a grey flight suit. He wears a blaster on his left hip.

Weapons: His blaster, and extraordinary skill with electronics and codes.

Skills: An excellent pilot, Shonar has been flying for most of his life. A quick, accurate shot, he avoids blades if he can help it, as he isn't exactly the best fighter out of the cockpit. He has an innate skill with machines and security, either designing it or breaking it.

Special Powers: None, unless you count the codebreaking

Profession: A mercenary pilot and professional codebreaker, Shonar works with security whether he's paid to or not. He just charges for his solutions and designs. Mostly he works for government agencies, or private businesses.

Weaknesses: Shonar tends to rely on his skills a little too heavily. Plus, he's not a warrior - he's a pilot.

Orientation: Good, usually. He doesn't tend to care.

Other: Shonar has a Protector-class starfighter which tends to be his base of operations, the Lessaria aka Fire Chaser. His closest friend at present, and fellow codebreaker, is Evaluator.

Quote: "Your eyes are unfocused again."

YaY for sarcastic quotes!

Sasha reminds me of... me.

'Cept I like guns. ^^

Goes for me too. Sasha has a lot of me in him ... makes sense, huh I'm not precisely the most patient person in the world.

'Kay, i have come here now to spread a bio about a mage

Full name: ChaoSha

Nickname: Mage

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Spieces: Hedgehog

Type: Mage

Bio: This mage, known as ChaoSha, is what you wish you shouldn't (make mad), he came to Terexin to become a Black Mage,after an accident, some kind of potion. Fell and spilled all over ChaoSha, ChaoSha was screaming as it finished it was known that now, ChaoSha was a strong mage

Appearence: a little dark blue to light blue, his skin is the color of Terexin, has Shadow boots and somekind of a coat or a shirt, or i don't know. Like Terexin, his cape is a bit strange, that endlessly floats on air, green eyes

Special Powers: Throws psyhic energy waves, to knock people out of conciusness, has Dark, Fire, Cold, Wind, Earth, Psychopatic and the Stone elements

Weapons: a Wand

Quote: These other black mages couldn't even kill ants!!

Derby: Content replacement.

Ok i added here as well, falcon. you happy?

Gecko

Species: Gecko (Duh)
Gender: Male
Height: about the height of Lori
His Appearence:Black with thick, green stripes on his Back, A blue Wristband and Backpack, Orange headband, and Orange eyes, black when he gets real angry, ie rage.
Skills/Powers: He has no powers, but he is a balanced person. His speical skill merly handling weapons better than most people, even if it's his first time using it.
Description: Behaving like a Mercenary but without the money thing, he is Merly Nuetral sided. He has a good sense of humor as long as it makes sense to him. he usally chooses the good side if nuetral is no choice. Although, he would make a good teamate.
Weapons/Ships: 3 Weapons and 1 Ship:

Laser
Its got to be his all-time favorite weapon.
this weapon is the perfect, well rounded weapon.
works at any range, but its harder to aim the farther the target is. best used in Medium-Short range battles that are at medium intesity.

Super Laser
The Perfect sniper weapon, that is for him.
Shorter reload time, about 1 second, but weaker damage makes a good trade-off. works at any range but it is best to use it at a distance. best used in stealth situations, where long range is key.

Flamethrower
This is just the same as jazz's toaster, but it has a longer range and is slightly stronger, but this comes at a cost of a little more ammo usage. can only be used at short range. this weapon is not seperate gun and is linked inside his Laser. Best used in Close and intense combat situations
Maxium Ammo: 150.0

Pyro GX
This is his ship. only used in airborn and space situations.
This ship is modified to carry only his and 3 missile types:
Concussion, Homing, and Mega in order of power. also slightly slower and a little stronger but nothing noticable about that.

Name: Tublear (not saying my real name)
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Personality: Friendly, nice, will debate a lot, comedic, crazy, and angry/sad at times.

Appearance: Not powerful, just intelligent. I'm 6'0 and 148 lbs, blue fur. I carry around a pistol, and I have dead-accuracy. I can command computers to carry out certain tasks, like launch missiles.

Special Powers: Amazing aim, and computer master.

Quote: “I have a dream." and "What comes up, must go down."

When I finish a story, I think I'll put the chars here for others to use.

Name: Rafael
Nickname: Rafael
Age: Created three weeks ago
Gender: Food doesn't really have a gender, but Spanish grammar suggests he's male
Species: Burrito
Fur/Skin/Scales/Whatever: A nice tan colored tortilla.
Eyes: Orange
Hair: ... even a 3 week old burrito doesn't get hairy that fast
Cloths Condiments: Ground beef, lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese.
Other: ... No
Element of choice: Calories
Personality: ... No
Skills: ... Not really
Weakness: Inanimate object.

Name: Señor Enchilada
Nickname: Sr. Enchilada
Age: Created four weeks ago
Gender: Food doesn't really have a gender, but an error in my Spanish grammar suggests he's both
Species: Enchilada
Fur/Skin/Scales/Whatever: Tortilla with cheese.
Eyes: No.
Hair: No.
Cloths Condiments: I've never actually eaten a enchilada, but I think they have cheese and beef and suff on them.
Other: ... No
Element of choice: Cheese
Personality: ... No
Skills: ... Not really
Weakness: Inanimate object.

Interesting, tho I don't think they'll be used much, Rad

Requesting a Profile for our local censor, Derby. I am sure there was one before, just lost in the pages of time.

Never been one, far as I know.

I thought there was one on the JMMB...

Yay, finally some characters that aren't mages or food.

Name: Mr. E
Nickname: Mystery
Age: Unknown. Even by him.
Gender: Male
Species: ...?
Fur/Skin/Scales/Whatever: ... no.
Eyes: Not really.
Hair: Long, silvery green.
Cloths: Black pants, loose green shirt, and a long coat with a cloth belt tied around the outside.
Other: A silver mask, leather gloves, and usually a hat.
Element of choice: Unknown
Personality: Not much is known about Mr. E. One day he appeared and here he is, not knowing anything about his past or the world. Every part of his body is covered, from his hands to his face, except for two sharp eye holes in his mask. A blinding light comes from these, and also escapes from the edges of his mask, almost as if his entire body is made of light. And he doesn't talk much (definately a good quality).
Skills: He fights with any sword. And he fights good.
Weakness: He's smart, but he doesn't know much. And he's a bit too curios.
Most fitting RPGM2k3 RTP music (c'mon, everyone has one of these): http://www.foxmage.com/fierce-battle.mid

RPG-Style stats (based off %s, 50 being average.)
Hp:60
Mp:0
Attack:85
Speed:55
Defense:30
Intelligence:80


Name: Terekin "Trekker" Taal
Nickname: Trekker or Terekin
Age: 52.
Gender: Male
Species: Ferret
Fur/Skin/Scales/Whatever: Grey
Eyes: Yellow.
Hair: ... not anymore. It's not distinguishable from his fur, at least.
Cloths: Baggy pants and a leather vest.
Other: Walking stick. More of a weapon than a tool.
Element of choice: Earth
Personality: At a very early age, Terekin discovered he had a very interesting ability. No matter how far he walked, how long he went without sleep, or how long he fought, he would never get tired. He was also fairly good at drawing. Naturally, he took advantage of these by getting an occupation as a cartographer, mapping hundreds of planets on foot. So far, he's mapped about seven hundred over the course of forty years, and he's still going, and looking for adventure. In his spare time, he likes to search for the Holy Grail, Fountain of Youth, and an explanation of the plot of "Dune". So far, he can tell you 721 planets those are NOT on.
Skills: Never gets tired. Fights with a walking stick.
Weakness: He's old, but at that's not really important since he doesn't get tired. And he's a bit stuck on "his day" (back in my day, we didn't HAVE autopilot!)
Most fitting RPGM2k3 RTP music: http://www.foxmage.com/far-east.mid

RPG-Style stats (based off %s, 50 being average.)
Hp:40
Mp:10
Attack:55
Speed:90
Defense:60
Intelligence:65

Some characters I was planning on implementing in my story but im considering killing it. Oh well.

Name:Jiago
Gender:Female
Age:23
Occupation:Military scientist
Description:Medium height, Green eyes, white headband and wrist pads. Her tail spasmaticly twitches if she stands still to long. Equiped with a specialized medical gun.
Skillz:Heal, Virus, Weak laser, Scan, Hack, Taser, Teleport.
Personality:She can be fairly dismissive, and usually runs if attacked. If she encounters something she has never seen before she is very skeptical and careful about it. Never likes to go straight into danger, but tries to find a way around it, no matter how long it might take. Hates being proven wrong.
Background:(might spoil plot, should i continue the story)

Name:Drax
Gender:Male(bird)
Age:783
Occupation:Ex-general, vagabond warrior
Description:A very large bird, very dark blue, near black, with a slight blue aura.
Skillz:Lightning strike, Antipod, Overpowering aura, Far seeing.
Personality: Harbors a deep resentment for jackrabbits, as they caused birdland to be overrun. His refusal to work with jackrabbits resulted in his termination of service to the bird land army. Patiently calculates most situations, but dosn't seem to look for the alternative very much.
Background:(spoils plot)

Name:Rie
Nickname:Mouse
Gender:Male
Age:16
Occupation:Specialist
Description: Medium height, pure black rabbit carrying a strange augmented blaster that emits a red aura.
Skillz:Snipe, Cloak, Short range teleport, Scan, Shield disrupter.
Personality:Erratic
Background:(definantly spoils plot)

I want you to ask me before using my last to characters, I want people to portray them correctly.

I can't fix my post cuz i've been ip banned from editing my posts.


Ok
Skills: Heal

Name: Drax

... But rax is such a unique name...

How true.

And now, to compliment my new E:JF chapter, a new character profile for you all to ooh and ahh over! (Yeah. Right.)

Name: Justice (Cory Montgomery)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Generally laid-back, but a fun-loving character nonetheless. Also, being Indigo’s younger cousin, he is influenced by the Lieutenant’s loyalty and nobility, and so follows suit. Despite his relaxed attitude, however, he fights like the best, alongside the best, and he is known for his outstanding prowess in the use of his utterly devastating weapon: his bionic right arm.
Justice lost the use of his biological arm as a result of making a valiant attempt to help Indigo when they was ambushed by Devan’s troops, looking for confidential information about one of R.O.A.R.’s projects. His brotherly cousin quickly got him to a hospital, where the doctors were faced with the task of amputating his critically damaged limb. It later turned out that the project was a bionic arm, and Wizard of Odds, the head of the project team, decided that it would be only right for Justice to be the recipient of the new limb.
Appearance: Justice’s fur is a deep gold, as genetics would have it, but his blue-green eyes match his cousin’s, for some reason. His practiced strength is well masked by his slender form. His right arm, composed mainly of a titanium alloy and painted over with a chrome colour, is the silvery hue of polished metal, and is built to appear muscular, which causes him to look slightly unbalanced due to his lanky left arm.
Weapons: Justice’s bionic arm is, as he puts it, all the weapon he’ll ever need. Though limited to close-range combat, he is still a fearsome adversary; by using its supernatural strength and speed, he can throw more than 500 quick jabs in the space of a minute, or deliver a single punch strong enough to put a hole through a thick concrete wall.
Special Powers: Justice’s right arm, while mechanical, repairs itself over time, just like the biological component of his body.
Quote: “Well. That was anticlimactic.”

Name: Sharkk
Real Name: Xin Kriegor
Back-story: The acclaimed son of the famous death matcher, Xan Kriegor, wanted to be just like him. Finding Xion, with his robotic suit, asked him to make him one. What Xion created was a fitted Black metal suit with white trim on the shoulders and knees. A main computer on his back fitted in a red triangular shell. In return, he paid Xion 50,000 credits, which bounced and Xion never got his money. Using the money he was supposed to pay Xion, he started a prosperous interstellar transport vehicle company, K-star, mainly making publicly available merchant freighter. K-star also privately creates warships, flagships, and also many fighter ships.
Personality: Mainly arrogant for other people’s feelings, but has a heart for one thing: The seven chaos gems.
Weaponry: a large company with his fighters, along with a large Katana. Designed for power, his katana can fall people in one clean swipe. Problem is that Sharkk cannot aim like Xion can, but they share one common trait: they cannot use magic through their armors.

Likes: anything shiny. Preferably the Chaos gems.
Dislikes: Xion primarily, and also anybody who opposes him.

Since I was bored, this is my character as bartender of the 'Tavern because someone mentioned it and because people tend to write stories with the Tavern in them.

Name: Ducky.
Age: Probably about 27, now.
Gender: Female
Species: Lop rabbit
Occupation: The one and [l]only bartender of the War Tavern.
Personality: Ducky's quiet but jovial and welcomes everyone. She's easy to talk to, but doesn't diclose much about herself. She's very strict about the treatment of her tavern and tends to attack if someone sleeps in her geraniums for more than a night or scratches the finish on her cherry table. She's kind of irritable, but that's just her rough-around-the-edges personality.
Appearance: Short, about 5' in human standards, rather unhealthily thin. Ducky always looks rather disheveled and distracted, but neat. She has a kind of perpetually drunk attitude and says a lot of weird things.
Hair:It's dark auburn, red in the light, about waist length with sparse cheek-length bangs.
Fur: Light grey fur that gets darker at the ends of the ears and lighter on the tail.
Eyes: Very pale green.
Clothes:Purple capsleeved bodice over a long dark purple skirt, a little white apron that serves absolutely no purpose and a dark red bandanna is what she usually wears at the tavern, with dark red fingerless gloves, black leather boots, and a grey hooded cloak for when she isn't working.
Everything else:
Home: Ducky lives in Medivo when she's not at the Tavern
Familyer brother Shadow disappeared about ten years ago.
Misc: Ducky likes nothing better than her inn being full and making ridiculous drinks for people. She's always there, wandering around and chatting and getting another round of carrot ale for the travellers. Loves the occupants as much as she loves the place itself. She's been there so long everyone knows she'll always be there if they need anything, from duct tape to a can of cranberry sauce to advice on your best friend's brother's refigerator problem. She's always busy, cleaning a tankard with her dishcloth or sweeping under some drunk or dragging up a dusty bottle of some weird wine from 2045 or some long past date.

Whee, some evil guys!

Name: Irinn Hariam

Nickname: Irinn

Age: Mid-thirties

Gender: Male

Species: Lizard

Appearance: Black with red highlights, Irinn wears pristine white crossbelts, loose red pants, knee high polished brown boots, and an impressive, voluminous white cape. His shirt is a dark enough green to appear black, and he occasionally wears elbow-length gauntlets the same as his boots. His clothing has a uniform-like appearance, which isn't surprising as he has been a military officer for most of his life, most recently for Devan Shell. Irinn often appears expressionless or scowling. His eyes are direct, piercing, a sort of muddy green color, and often unnerve his allies because of their unreadability.

Personality: Calculating, strategic, and devious, Irinn's mind is as finely honed a weapon as the rest of him. A brilliant tactician and battlefield commander, he approaches military genious.
Outside of the battlefield, Irinn is almost incapable of understanding things as he always views them through his military mindset. He is capable of understanding and participating in undercover dealings and intrigue, as it is a useful weapon, and many of his allies and enemies alike underestimate his ability for double-dealing.
Irinn will do anything, sacrifice anything, for his ultimate goal. A perfectionist, his troops are incredibly disciplined and skilled, and he is renowned as one of the toughest commanders around. Holding the rank of General, his tactics are flawless, but he never lets it swell his head. Focused and unemotional, Irinn has no friends and intends to keep it that way. Even his alliances are tenuous, as he will break a treaty thoughtlessly if it stands in his way.

Weapons: Irinn wields two swords crossed on his back. One is a well-worn broadsword, and the other a slightly more ceremonial curved saber. He uses the broadsword indiscriminately, but saves his saber for ... special ... enemies. Irinn also has a Jazz-style blaster, which no one knows where he acquired, and which he uses to great effect. It's probable that he has other weapons stashed around his person, but on one alive really knows.

Skills: Gifted with awesome balance and swordsmanship along with his military genious, Irinn is his own perfect soldier.

Special Powers: None.

Weaknesses: Irinn's inability to think outside of military terms often limits and misleads him in non-combat situations. He also is completely unable to compromise and understand/sympathize with anyone who doesn't share his ideals and goals.

Occupation: Military General.

Orientation: Evil.

Other: Irinn is intent on continuing Devan's noble work of conquering Carrotus and eradicating rabbit-kind. He could probably do it, too.

Quote: "Perfect."

Darnit, the stupid thing didn't post Dare's. Grr.

Name: Unknown

Nickname: Dare

Age: Somewhere in his early twenties

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: Tall, not that muscular but also not too thin, Dare has blue-silver fur with a network of thin white lines on his back. These are scars, but where he got them, nobody knows. His eyes are a dark, dark blue at the edges, almost black in certain lights, with streaks of lighter blue radiating out from the pupil, and a ring of blue-white around the pupil itself. Because if this, his eyes have an odd property where they can see almost anything, down to the last detail, at a great distances, in bright or dim lights. Dare doesn't keep this a secret, but he doesn't advertise it either. He wears a dark grey T-shirt and khaki/army pants, along with scarred flight boots and flight jacket. He also has a scar running from the corner of his right eye to just below his ear. He always appears to be squinting just slightly, although he's not, and his lazy way of talking and moving often makes people misjudge him. Dare wears blue metal wristbands and a ring made of the same metal, set with a single white jewel.

Personality: Friendly and confident, Dare is easygoing and laid back. He always seems to be slightly amused by something. When doing something, he will listen quietly to whatever someone has to say, then go and do it his own way anyway. Subtle and slightly manipulative, he can talk his way out of almost anything, while remaining reasonable and calm.
When fighting, Dare has incredible reflexes that border on precognition. He is logical but follows his instincts. He seems to have a sixth sense for danger, and can figure out tactics from a single move. He can often study an opponent's moves and predict what they are going to do or what they are thinking. Fearless and quick, he is a bad enemy to have.

Weapons: Dare has a powerful Stealth blaster, with a rapidfire modification, and myriad knives, all razor sharp. Besides that, anything he can find.

Skills: Dare has exceptional sight and reflexes. He can pilot almost anything, and can think and act his way out of most situations. For the rest, grenades are handy.

Special Powers: Dare's only powers are his sight, incredible reflexes, and danger sense.

Weaknesses: Dare automatically looks for ulterior motives, and doesn't consider that some things are the way they seem. He also has a bad habit of not following orders, and of not informing his comrades of his plans.

Occupation: Combination stunt/fighter pilot and a commando, Dare can survive missions that would kill anyone else.

Orientation: Good.

Other: Dare got his nickname/callsign from his fearless stunts and tricks.

Quote: "This may complicate things a little."

I would post a few more characters up here, but I get the feeling you guys would beat me with flaming two-by-fours wrapped in barbed wire if I had more than thirty characters to work with. ¬_¬

I wonder where you got that from ...

Hey, yer chars are usually good. One for every situation, sometimes two.

Well, in that case I'll have a profile for Death Ankh, Falcon's dark side incarnate, sometime soon.

Another bad guy, and his sidekick if I have enough time to write him in.

Name: Jheran Rambarath

Nickname: Jheran

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: Tall and well-built, Jheran dwarfs Irinn's slender build to the point of overshadowing. Dark golden brown with blue-green eyes, his hair is lighter than his fur, short, spiked, and sticks out in all directions. Jheran tends not to wear a shirt, mostly because he thinks it's completely unnecessary, and wears slashed black jeans, steel-toed combat boots, one spiked wristband and a torn strip of black cloth to keep his hair out of his eyes. He also wears a bandoleer and a broad belt, on which hang an assortment of weapons.

Personality: Jheran is wild and completely unpredictable, answering to no one but himself. Reckless and a thrillseeker, one might say that he's a bad role model. Still, under that rough and careless exterior resides a mind that is sharp and devious (gah I hate this keyboard). Jheran is a complete mercenary, with no sense of loyalty to his own kind and/or planet. He'll even work for Shellions if the price is right. He always justifies it, of course. Jheran is respected in his band as one of their best, most ruthless fighters, which is probably how he got to be their leader in the first place. Equipped with a sharp tongue, an irrepressible sense of humor, and the ability to laugh even in the midst of a battle, Jheran is definitely an oddball. A dangerous oddball, but an oddball nonetheless.

Weapons: Jheran likes sharp things, and items that go boom. Therefore, his favored weapons are his broadsword and his numerous grenades. Other than that, absolutely anything he can find. (I mean, he once fought his way out of a prison with nothing but the leg bone of some poor skeleton, so the word "absolutely" does apply.)

Skills: Jheran is a fighter, first and foremost. You could say that his skills lie in dealing death and treachery, as he is quite skilled at double dealing. Of course his band has a say in this too, but they generally egg him on. Jheran has a keen sense of survival, and will use it to his utmost advantage.

Special Powers: None.

Weaknesses: Jheran can be manipulated rather easily. All you have to do is offer him more money.

Occupation: Mercenary fighter and the leader of his band, the Bloodflames. (Not very original, but oh well.)

Orientation: Evil. Sort of.

Other: Despite his mercenary attitude, Jheran is a dedicated Bloodflame. Plus, he is completely loyal to his best friend/second in command, Tephro Charne.

Quote: "Did that hurt?"

Gah, I don't have enough time to type in Tephro's prof. Do you guys really want to see all of these? I mean, I have how many left ...
Tephro Charne
Dyriana Taral (Dyria)
Dazir
Damexian Sarabellan (Damex)
Anja Kallim
Ember and Flare
Justiar
And maybe some more ... my imagination is working overtime.
AND DON'T BLAME ME FOR NOT WORKING ON MY STORY - I have. I'm half done. I just don't post it.

Once Pj.Chaos Chapter 5 comes out I'll have yet ANOTHER new char for everybody to play with...literally. (Okay derby, I'm here for you, come and TAKE ME!)

Well, as I had previously mentioned, here's the profile for Falcon's malevolent edge.

Name: Death Ankh
Age: 20
Gender: Male
*Species: Quasi-Human
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Death Ankh is not only Falcon’s rival and archenemy, but also his hate, rage, and pain, embodied into a physical being, who is involuntarily summoned whenever the young soldier is pushed too far past the limits of sanity. As a result, he is a bloodthirsty berserker, even more unpredictably destructive than the infamous Basta. Falcon’s skill with weapons, combined with an insatiable need to kill, maim, and destroy, make Death Ankh a nearly invincible adversary. His only weakness is that his uncontrolled rage causes him to sacrifice a substantial portion of Falcon’s tactical speed and agility, in exchange for even more brute strength than he needs.
Appearance: Being Falcon’s emotions incarnate, Death Ankh looks exactly the same as the noble destroyer, excepting that Death Ankh’s entire form appears to be shrouded in a layer of darkness. His eyes, masked by Falcon’s trademark shades and hidden by a bowed head, burn blood-red instead of Falcon’s normal, gentle brown.
Weapons: Death Ankh is armed with a duplicate of Falcon’s wristwatch blade, which burns a blazing red to match his cold eyes.
Special Powers: Not only is Death Ankh strong enough to punch a hole through a brick wall, but he is also extremely resilient to hits landed on him. Unless they are mortal wounds, and sometimes even when they are, he simply shrugs them off and keeps fighting.
Quote: “Die, scumbag! Die!”

I have alot of profiles, but here's my main one:

Name: Zazz S. Darkfist (Don't ask what the 'S' stands for)

Nickname: Zazz, Zazzie

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Personality: Zazz thinks he's a level headed cool rabbit, but he really is a little trigger happy, likes playing pranks, and gets mad if he's told he's doing something wrong. Zazz has quite a few friends, but still reserves himself when around strangers.

Appearance: Average height and build, with purple fur and light purple chest\ear fur, Zazz has a black hoop in his left ear(at the base), and a ring on his right middle finger. He has light chest armour under his tee-shirt, which is under his bullet-proof vest, which is red and black. He wears blue jeans which are held up by a belt, and descend into calf high black boots. He has twin RF launchers strapped to his forearms. He wears a backpack with twin curved swords strapped over them, one named Infinity, the other Entity. His backpack carries his accessories and extra ammo, while on his belt he carries several grenades, a smoke bomb, a commlink, a hunting knife, and various pouches. He has twin red pistols strapped low on his thighs, and a throwing knife resides in his left boot.

Weapons: Twin red pistols, twin curved swords, grenades, a hunting knife, a throwing knife, and twin RF launchers.

Skills: Zazz is best at stalking and sniping, but is versed in demolitions, hacking, and theivery.

Weaknesses: Zazz is only interested in his own problems.

Special Powers: none, really.

Orientation: Whichever side pays higher.

Occupation: Mercenary and Bounty hunter.

Other: Zazz owns a blue and red bird named Chipper, a one man, four engined star fighter named the Star Falkon, and a small dreadnaught named the Kamakaze.

Motto: Only Death holds a secret.

Vicious, 4I.

Zazz, you spelled kamikaze wrong. Other than that, awesome.

Name: Tenebrus (Trevor Bullitt)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
*Species: Fox
Alignment: Good
Personality: Growing up in his older brother’s shadow, Trevor found himself fighting to spare the lives of others rather than steal them, like his malicious brother Adrian would without a shred of compassion. As a result, the two have gotten into numerous arguments about whether or not Trevor was too weak for his own good, or whether Adrian was a soulless, heartless monster. None of these exchanges of words have solved anything between them; however, as one would expect, they certainly escalate the tension.
A few days before Adrian left home to take up both a profession as a hired assassin, and the nickname Tracer that comes with the job, their arguments finally came to blows. The first punch that Adrian threw was the last of the fight, leaving Trevor with a nose almost broken in two. Trevor staggered out of their home, clutching a bloody muzzle and a bruised ego. The injured fox made his getaway, leaving his home far behind, but not before swearing himself to protect anyone and anything threatened by an evil beyond what could be defended against alone. He changed his name to Tenebrus to avoid being tracked down by his brother, and the two siblings have not seen each other since.
Appearance: Tenebrus stands about as tall as his brother, roughly six feet in anthropomorphic measurements. His fur is entirely black except for a white tailtip. Not being as wilful for stealth as Tracer, but having the same want for self-protection, Tenebrus wears gold-toned metal body armour and thigh plates, as well as a shield belt made especially for him by a technologically adept young human, grateful to the fox for saving him from a bloodthirsty demiwolf.
Weapons: Tenebrus is armed with two double-sided daggers, the blades of which are each nine inches long, and the hilts of which fit around his knuckles snugly, reinforcing his fists with a deadly metal layer.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Just because my fur is black doesn’t give you the right to leave me in the dark.”

Name: Nikolai Sebenstas
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Being a member of an association of mages and demi-mages, which is referred to as the Covenant, Nikolai is usually silent, tense, and brooding. He never speaks unless spoken to, and when he does speak his voice drips with irony and sarcasm. When he’s alone, which he prefers to be, he busies himself with his studies. Despite this, he is willing to help where it’s needed, and is a useful, if not invaluable, ally in battle.
Appearance: Nikolai’s dark blue fur is contrasted by his firey, orange-gold eyes, which hold their own power in and of themselves. He is never without his silvery mage’s cloak, marked with the insignia of the Covenant, and that article of clothing is the only one he wears, save for a black glove on his right hand, hiding it from view so as not to expose the burned scars that a miscast spell left some time ago.
Weapons: Because he’s a Light-Fire mage, and a masterful one at that, Nikolai is his own best weapon. His knowledge of his element spans a great number of spells, but the two that he’s most proficient with are an inaccurate, relatively weak, but very rapid spray of super-fast bolts, or the exact opposite: a highly focused, generally accurate, but slow-moving and exhaustive blast of energy.
Special Powers: If Nikolai is pushed nearly to the brink of insanity, he will literally explode, discharging all but a very small amount of his energy in one massive wave, levelling everything within a considerable radius. This leaves him nearly dead with exhaustion, but over time he will recuperate.
Quote: “How about you stop playing god for a few minutes and do something useful?”

Name: Amethyst Sebenstas
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Personality: Nikolai’s wife Amethyst is quiet and secluded, like her mate, though not to the same extent. Many people find her to be the more personable side of the relationship, and therefore she has a few contacts that she and Nikolai can turn to in times of trouble. She studies the Covenant’s teachings by reading over her husband’s shoulder and leafing through his older books, so even though she is not a real member of the Covenant, she can often match, and sometimes even outmatch, Nikolai’s prowess as a mage.
Appearance: Amethyst’s eyes, being her namesake, are the first thing most others notice about her. They are bright lavender, and they shine when she smiles, even through her long, similarly-toned lavender hair that falls partially in front of her face. Her smooth, well-groomed fur is a deep blue-grey, which seems to augment the brightness of her crystal-clear eyes. Her robe is not that of a mage, but is more of a sky-blue dress robe, which flows around her as she moves.
Weapons: Amethyst is a pyromancer, albeit an untrained one, and as such has the power to spawn and control fire. She can hurl small- to medium-sized fireballs at enemies, cast a rolling wave of flame, or even manifest a sword made entirely of fire for her own use.
Special Powers: Like her mate, Amethyst reaches a point where she gets so completely overtaken by rage that her magic begins to control her. When it does, it sets her entire body aflame, and she becomes a living, moving, and lethal pillar of fire.
Quote: “Oh, I’m sorry. Was I supposed to be listening?”

Hmm. 4I, though your characters are interesting I notice that a good number of them don't seem to have any weaknesses. A well defined weakness or two really helps define a character's personality, and helps keep stories from becoming "pwn every underpowered thing that gets in our way" stories.

Is a very good point. I suppose I only put a character's good points into their profiles... perhaps to elaborate on their weaknesses in the stories they participate in.

I can't really say they're only human, because they're not, but they do have weaknesses. I just don't know what they are.

In any case, I'll take that point into consideration.

Umm...these are the characters that can be added to stories and they're actually us, right?

Can I have one?

Yeah, sure, you can have more than one 4I has over thirty now.

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Thanks Your replies are more than helpful Your explanation of a character as well, I hope you don't mind if I use all the specifications you gave for some of your characters.
I'll think of a character that would suit me....

There she goes:

Name: Hardtana Pinetree
Nickname: Supersonic Squirrel
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: squirrel
Birthplace: Technoir
Residence: Carrotus (duh)
Personality: Hysteric, but basically nice, intelligent
Appearance: Green squirrel with blue eyes and ponytail, wears jeans and a t-shirt, when colder a jacket. Has a necklace shaped like that weird place her family came from thousands years ago or something. Doesn't go anywhere without her backpack with various weapons and other stuff.
Weapons: Maxi-mizer. A cruel weapon that maximizes everything before it finally pops like a bubble. Other weapons are standard
Skills: Can climb vines with the help of her tail
Special Powers:
History: Parents have told her that the squirrels actually originate from a huge planet in a faraway galaxy where the life has begun and that they have been living in a huge forest named Hardt around a racetrack named H.....(OK, I got carried away!). Anyway, that's why her name is Hardtana. The family was living on a planet which used to have plant life upon it before Devan came and inhabited it with evil teenage kamikaze turtles. All the animals had to hide, as there were no more trees, no more plants. Fortunately, on his way to saving Eva, Jazz marked the planet safe and everybody could continue living. However, Hardtana's mother was invited to be the ambassador at Carrotus and the whole family moved there. They liked it and decided to stay. Now they have changed the citizenship and Hardtana's mom is charge d'affair of Carrotus.
Profession: Student, repeating the year
Weaknesses: She is hysteric isn't she?
Friends: She hangs out with Lori, althought she cannot catch up with her athletic stuff sometimes and that drives her nuts. She respects Jazz and Spaz a lot. And oh yes, she loves the second character I will invent...his name will be Jacques.
Enemies: Duh, isn't Devan everyone's enemy?


I also have a question on what is R.O.A.R?