Name: Barbara Ridhlimak. Alias: Barbara; Barb. Age: 26. Gender: Female. Species: Human. Height/Weight: 6.0, 160. Appearance: Pic. https://imgur.com/58haTus Personality: [Spoiler]While it does vary, Barbara has a very aggressive way of doing things. She is also very energetic when up and about. [/spoiler] Weapons: -Five foot long battleaxe, with a shaft of wood and a double sided head of steel. It is adorned with a few leather straps that hang from the bottom. -One foot long Dirk, made of a stone and iron body with a bone hilt. -War horn, which gives her a boost to how much stamina she has in a fight. Armour: -Leather wraps, with an iron shoulder pauldron that the bear is affixed to. -Steel bracers with leather overtop them. -Steel stomach band. -Always has a war horn on her. Biography: Barbara Ridhlimak was born on the outer system world of Vindleim, a cold and inhospitable planet still stuck in the days of Vikings, barbarians, and small tribal empires. She was the daughter of two warrior parents in a fair sized tribe, which called itself the Firak Tribe - First, in her native tongue. She was born in the year 350 A.C, the year which the world collapsed into two continents due to tectonic plate shifts which caused worldwide devastation. She was raised with her mother when she settled down and became a clan mother, but when Barbara came upon the age of fifteen, she was expected to either prepare to become a tribal mother or join the main hunting force of the clan. She went to become a Warrior like her parents before her, and started off by hunting small game, eventually making her way up in the tribe to become a full fledged warrior by the age of twenty two. She was a well respected one by most people in her clan, but still she lacked something. She didn't know what it was until one year later, when another hunter took the glory of a kill she had gotten on a Mammoth-like beast. Two years after the incident of the mammoth, at the age of twenty five, Barbara’s tribe was visited by otherworldly visitors from the planet of Tatakai, a small mining company which wanted to tap into the natural resources of Vindleim. Her tribe was sitting atop a natural deposit of rare minerals and onyx beneath the frigid soil, and they suffered attacks by the company. Barbara went to a campsite of the mining corporation, Endonite, where she stole resources - Namely food, water, and a few sheets of paper the company had her language half translated on. She brought the papers to her tribe’s Elder, who translated their own language into English after a year waiting. Barbara was captured at the age of twenty six and brought to Tatakai where she was to be a prisoner for the company, although she fought her way to freedom, reacquired her gear, and joined a band of others in a glory seeking conquest. Rather, her goal was to acquire glory through it, anyways.

[b]Name[/b]: Pixel Databit [b]Alias[/b]: Ya Boi [b]Titles[/b]: Pilot [b]Occupation[/b]: Looking for his sister who was lost in a military raid on his home town. Working for a private military company with an undisclosed name. [b]Physical Description[/b]: Skinny white kid (age 15) with brown hair and emerald green eyes. [b]Personality[/b]: Cocky and arrogant. Quick to help others he cares about. Merciless in combat [b]Brief Biography[/b]: Pixel grew up living a very privileged life. His father was a government scientist working on the latest and greatest technologies of the day. His mother worked a regular radio station job. Pixel has a little sister who is two years younger then he is and an older sister who is six years older than him. One day when Pixel was 10, the air raid sirens went off but before his family could evacuate, a wall exploded with pilots from an enemy nation standing in the wreckage in full ordinance. They killed Pixel’s mother and were about to kill him when a friendly pilot crushed them all with his titan. He told Pixel and his family to run and they did after the pilot handed Pixel a smart pistol ( which automatically targets enemies). He was leading the way with the pistol when he tripped and fell down a steep hill. His father and sisters were forced to move on because patrolling grunts were approaching fast. Pixel laid there unconscious under a bush for days. When he woke up he went to find help. By a miracle he found the pilot who helped him three nights ago. The pilot guarded him as they made their was back to Pixel’s destroyed house to scavenge for supplies. He found the bracelet that his father was working on the weeks prior to the attack. The pilot took Pixel back to the ship he came in and they went back to his base. There, Pixel trained to fight. All of the pilots observing were impressed on how quickly he was learning. His rage and determination to find his remaining family was what fueled him to keep going. Eventually he was picked up by the undisclosed military group and now cut to present day. [b]Skills[/b]: Extremely lethal with a sword or knife [b]Ancestry[/b]: nothing special [b]Bloodline[/b]: son of a government scientist who went missing after the attack. [b]Weapons[/b]: Varying range of weaponry based on whatever he needs for the situation. Commonly used weapons: A long sword made of emerald steel, an orange and white sniper rife similar to that of and L115 or AWP from cs:go, a P90 submachine gun, and a 50 caliber Deagle with an infinite magazine. The deagle is commonly referred to as his “wingman”. He commonly dual wields them if the need arises. [b]Gear[/b]: Bracelet that has the ability to summon objects from a data rift. A helmet that gives him the ability to survive in space and show a motion tracker (looks similar to that of a grapple pilot from Titanfall 2). When not in pilot gear, Pixel typically wears a black shirt with this grey stripes and a green jacket with blue jeans.

Name: Valia_Art.jpg, Valia_Voice.ogg, Valia.js, Girl_Love_Paradise.exe, Valia Marizone. [u]I_am_not_okay.cry[/u] Age: Under a year old as a program. Canonically 20 as a character. Gender: Female. Species: Computer Virus, AI, Humanoid. Personality: Seems at first like a friendly, kindhearted person, and nothing more than a programmed character in a video game. She seems like little else, though it turns out she is rather unstable, selfish, sociopathic, and attention seeking. She will stop at nothing to get herself noticed, going to extreme lengths. She has completely overwritten her own programming, and now acts as an extremely advanced Malware AI, seizing control of technology, and controlling it to her own will. Abilities: Root Access - Can immediately gain control into system files, and the ability to read/write to the system itself, meaning she can create, and delete anything within the core of a computer, meaning there can be serious damage done to technology by her. Virus Spread - She can spread to different technology, and be present on many different computers, in all different forms, meaning she can be quite a problem for anyone using a computer device. Bio: Let's figure that out together.

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"[i]The champion of Khaom's arenas. The slayer of lions, eagles, serpents, and devils alike. The demolisher of Emperors. The ender of wars, and breaker of kings.[/i] [i]...Pretty average for this shithole, I know.[/i]" ————————————————— [b]Full Name[/b]: Isabella, now taking the surname of Trayven. [b]Aliases and Titles[/b]: [u]Empress of Khaom[/u] - The previous Empress, except she ended a war and then fuсked off just for shits 'n giggles. [u]Ragnarok's Omen[/u] - The owner of Blackflame Ragnarok, a dragon bearing the darkened blood of Khaom's first war dragon, Obsion. [u]Lieutenant Commander[/u] - Lt. Com. for the Trayven army stationed at the Dojo. [u]Lionslayer[/u] - Infamous for defeating Arthur Trayven in single combat, and slaughtered Trayven forces in the Battle for the Grey Plain. [b]Age[/b]: Twenty-six. [b]Gender[/b]: Female. I think. [url=http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/213/531/c50.png][b]Description[/b][/url]: [b]Personality[/b]: [b]Weapons[/b]: [b]Armor[/b]: [b]Equipment[/b]: [b]Skills[/b]: [b]Abilities[/b]: [b]Biography[/b]:

[quote][i]Veration[/i][/quote] An old, archaic and cream-papered journal lies astray in the back of a shop of antiquities. [i]Only hushed whispers are spoken, small and insignificant murmurs in the night. Most who say those things end up with slit throats, jugulars sliced open with blood leaking from agape necks. He's wayfaring. Goes from place to place, comes and goes at a whim. Seen many places with few to recount it. People say it's got an aura to it. Something glowing and strange surrounding him, filling the air around him. Most who come close to him die. Brains explode in their skulls, hearts stop suddenly. It's like a cancer. Those who have seen him up close are untrustworthy; most accounts tell of the amorphous blade coiled around his wrist, extending and retracting into a long and wicked edge. Some say he has feline eyes, green and luminescent, others say his eyes were cold and dead, like that of the shark. Some say his teeth were blunt and nearly filed away; some say his teeth were in many rows, thin and sharp as needles, chattering and vibrating. They see him soar through the air in some time of obelisk, a phallic and alien thing with a pointed spire as its nose and powerful back thrusters that leave behind black exhaust. Those trapped within it crumple to the ground on the spot, dead within a quarter of a second. Most agree he's seen somewhere. Bumming it with junkies on old trash freighters, too strung out to notice the disembodied shadow beside them. Slow dancing in the long, regal halls of kings with a nubile young maiden, virginity intact and begging to be courted. He lurks within the shadows of rooms and stalks there, tall and bent, an old, spindly, wicked tree. I am compromising my life by even speaking of him. Watch out for him. His danger is unparalleled.[/i] The rest of the page is plastered vermillion, old, crusted and engrained blood saturating the page.

"[i]Sol Imminent.. Sol Primeval.. ...what of me? What am I.. to the Vanguard? To my.. no.. the Guardians?[/i]" >[b]observe[/b]> <[b]answer[/b]> <...[b]an ascension[/b].> ---------------------------------- [b]Name/Alias[/b] [u]Full Name[/u]: Azra Vokkem. [u]Vex Title[/u]: Celkym, Existential Ascended. [b]Age[/b] [u]Age Before Revival[/u]: Twenty-Seven. [u]Before Entering The Vault[/u]: Two-Hundred and Fifty-Two. [u]After Exiting The Vault[/u]: Unknown. [b]Gender[/b]: Female. [b]Description[/b]: [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/949/416/large/william-patrick-vixen-01.jpg?1487406098]Link.[/url] Underneath the shell of armoring and advanced armoring of mixed Vex-Guardian origin, lies the subtle body of a deceased female Guardian. Azra stands at an average height of five feet and ten inches tall, in total. Underneath the plating, her body appears to boast a certain leanness, though far from physical perfection. She seems more suited for agility, than anything at all, while she was clearly young whenever she died. Her skin is a light blue color, like the surface of the oceans: smooth and textured, if anything. Under her helmet, Azra's facial features are pretty, to some degree. Her facial structure is angular yet smooth, meeting a soft, simple chin. Her cheekbones are structured high, sharp yet simple. Her eyes are gems, with a mixture of electric blue pupils and light grey irises mixing within. Her hair is cut short, the ends being highlighted with a light violet color. [b]Personality[/b]: Intellectual. Compassionate. Quiet. Those three things could describe Azra, or rather the Existential Ascended, quite well, at least in a positive spectrum. In one case, she is intelligent and thoughtful of her decisions that she makes, whether they be for the good of the networking, herself, or another. However, this leads to her making truly horrible decisions, or rather, decisions with terrible moral consequences. In another case, Azra is an incredibly compassionate, even sympathetic to those of which she cares for. Of which right now, consists of her own "Ghost", Tytram. While Tytram would advise her to refuse becoming too close to another, Azra would usually disagree, as her humanity would begin to steadily return to her. Quiet, though, is what may make Azra the individual that she is. Azra would prefer to allow others to speak, command, chatter away and continue with their lives. Her analyzing, quiet personality allows her to catch onto select things faster than some individuals. However, this makes her a lot more awkward, if someone actually showed some attraction to her. [b]Weapons[/b] [url=https://www.bungie.net/common/destiny_content/grimoire/hr_images/204020_d122aac953863793ae9ed005660c7561.jpg]Vex Line Rifle[/url]: Celkym's personal Line Rifle, of which she can summon throughout the Nexus. A Line Rifle is a weapon utilized by Hobgoblins, at least usually, amongst the Vex rankings. It fires high-velocity Solar particle jets towards whomever it aims at, said projectiles reaching at incredible distances. Essentially, it serves as a sniper rifle, generating said beams at an incredible speed before releasing them from within, simply regenerating more shots afterwards. Incredibly potent against flesh and armoring. [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/469/064/large/jeef-hert-goblins-revenge.jpg?1462126821]"Evolution's Forthcoming"[/url]: [u]...to grow stronger and greater, the Guardian's sole purpose is...[/u] Celkym's own modified pistol. Once nicknamed "Forward" by Azra, it has advanced in order to reach her updated needs. The weapons works as a Slap Rifle would work for the Vex, albeit it has two firing forms: semi-automatic, medium-ranged shots towards targets, and fully automatic, close-range firing as well. The weapon fires compacted Solar charges, generated by an outside source. [url=http://www.hoppersgiftware.co.uk/ekmps/shops/southernswords/images/assassins-creed-altair-combat-knife-3556-p.jpg]"The Timeweaver"[/url]: [u]...a flash of brilliant silvery light in the depths of the abyss, as the eyes would reveal to their bearer...[/u] A weapon that Celkym can freely summon into her grip. The weapon itself tears throughout the annals of space and time, weaving throughout the planes of existence in order to reach her in her time of need in mere milliseconds, practically an instant. This process is practically unblockable, unless Celkym herself is purposefully negated. The dagger itself is roughly nineteen inches long in length, with the blade of the weapon consisting of twelve inches in length. The alloy making up the blade appears to be not a hardened brass, as most Vex seem to look to be made of, but instead a dull silvery color, the same as the Sol Primevel, or the Precursors, are made of. When swung, it's slanted edge severs flesh and sinew with it's Void-generated edging. Usage of the weapon begins to falter time itself. [b]Armor[/b]: <[b]ASCENDED[/b]> [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/81/60/ca816051c19db9cca062bed696d9be97.jpg]Gensym Knight Hunter Armor[/url]: A mixture between Vex and Guardian armoring. The synthetic plating of the Gensym Knight plating is mixed with the hardened alloy of the Sol Primevel's origin, resulting in a lightweight, yet durable form. The plating is capable of enduring medium-caliber rounds and melee weaponry, though the synthetic material underneath is incredibly durable against firearms, though still capable of wear-and-tear. [b]Equipment[/b] [url=https://m.imgur.com/1aQ3PiE]Vex Chronoshell - Tytram, Evolutionary Advisement[/url]: The Ghost Shell that previously belonged to Azra has now been influenced by a Vex Mind, now in control of a renamed, conscious unit of the Vex - Tytram. Tytram has no functions of a Ghost's Light, instead serving as an advisor for his Ascended. [u]Slap Grenade[/u]: Timed Vex grenades that Celkym can summon into combat. At max, she has five at a time, while if one is used, will be restored in four turns. When discharged, the grenade gleams with a bright purple light before releasing a violent burst of Void energy, shredding apart whatever may be near it. [u]Unidirectional Defensive Circular Shielding[/u]: Celkym can activate a one-eighty degree wide shield that hovers around her being, for a max of five turns. This shield returns a turn for every two posts that it is deactivated. While activated, it is practically impenetrable, though large amounts of force will still effect Celkym. [b]Abilities[/b] [u]Nexus Summoning[/u]: If in need of assistance against an enemy, Celkym can call upon the Nexus and summon units of Vex - these Vex are a dark grey color, their eyes a deep violet color. They are known as the Sol Ascendant, dedicated to spreading the Vex influence to additional Guardians. [u]Warp Gate Formation[/u]: Celkym can formulate a Warp Gate if necessary, and either utilize it to teleport off into a different location, or call upon a Gate Lord within the depths of the Nexus. [b]Background[/b]: "And.. Azra? What about her? ...She's just getting engrams. Right?" [i]Judas-42 stood there, staring at the returning Fireteam before him. He had counted five. Five, out of the six that had ventured into the Vault of Glass. The team was one of the first assembled to handle the situation at hand. Venturing into the Vault had never been done before, but now that the threat of the Black Garden had been eliminated by the Warlock, Grey.. the Vanguard had taken to bringing the fight to the Fallen, the Hive, the Cabal, and the Vex themselves. It just so happened that Azra, Judas’ Azra, the love of his life, his truest companion, had been an expert on Vex operations, and the finest Hunter in the Ishtar Sink. So naturally, she was given an offer that her curiosity and stubborn attitude could never refuse. Judas would be stationed upon Mars in only two days, so he had been preparing his own Fireteam for a strike on the Blind Legion. But now.. Azra wasn’t here to kiss him goodbye. The Fireteam returned unsuccessful, so.. where?[/i] “Judas..” “…She’s got engrams. On patrol. Right?” “Judas, we.. …we lost Azra, Judas. Out of nowhere, she just vanished with her Ghost, and-“ ——————————————— >”Where am I?”< >”…What is this? Hello?”< >[b]you are not alone[/b].< >”Huh? What.. what are you?”< >[b]hope[/b].< >[b]the light has abandoned you here[/b]. [b]but fear not for that[/b].< >”…Abandoned..? That’s..”< >[b]possible[/b].< >”No.. what are you?” >…< >”Tell me.”< >…[b]you may call me Tytram[/b].< >”You’re Vex..”< >[b]and you are[/b], [b]too[/b]. [b]you are one with the nexus now, ascended past the comprehensions of others.[/b] [b]but this is only the beginning[/b].< >”W-Why is the Light gone..?”< >[b]the Light[/b].. [b]must die[/b]. [b]it is the only way for perfection[/b]. [b]and you, have taken the first step towards perfection[/b]. [b]ascendence[/b]. [b]you are the existential ascended[/b]. [b]you are celkym[/b].< [b]Themes[/b] [u]Orchestra Theme[/u]: [u]Theme Song[/u]: [u]Battle Theme (Introduction)[/u]: [u]Battle Theme[/u]:

"SHEGOTH, SHEGOTH, SHEGOTH-" "[b]ISH PRONUNC'D SHAY-GOTH! GAH![/b]" ------------------------------- [b]Name[/b]: Shegoth Half-Tongue [b]Level[/b]: 10. [b]Classes[/b]: Slayer Defender. [b]Tribe[/b]: Warmonger. [b]Blood Brother[/b]: Aegoth. [b]Weapons[/b]: [url=http://cdn0.rubylane.com/shops/101antiques/E368.1L.jpg]Custom Polearm[/url]: Because every Captain needs a signature weapon. In his own case, Shegoth takes to using a mighty poleaxe, the axe portion of the weapon made of a slanted, alloyed steel. It is usually deployed behind his shield. [b]Armor[/b]: [u]Shield[/u]: A thick layer of terribly jagged, bloodied metal, if anything at all. This shield could bend a sword, if one were stupid enough to attack head-on. Additionally, it covers Shegoth's front entirely, with some room left over for quick jabs and a phalanx formation. [b]Immunities[/b]: None. [b]Hates[/b]: [u]Becomes Enraged[/u] when Aegoth is attacked. [b]Class Traits[/b]: [u][b]Slayer[/b][/u] [u]Triple Strike[/u]: Can attack three times in a single post. [u]Quick Learner[/u]: Has a 50/50 chance of recognizing an attack/ability and adapting to it automatically upon usage. [b]Bonuses[/b]: [b][u]Warmonger[/u][/b] [u]Warmonger Clash[/u]: Locks a weapon into place with claws, if disarmed. [b]Mortal Weaknesses[/b]: None. [b]Vulnerabilities[/b]: •[u]Heavily Damaged[/u] by Stealth. [b]Dazed By[/b]: •[u]Terrified[/u] Of Spiders. •[u]Terrified[/u] Of Brutal Killings Or Shaming (Does not apply to Aegoth's death or shaming, reverts to Becoming Enraged.)