Name: Sulrak

Race: Human/Monk

Age: roughly 39

Apperance: Long gray gritty hair, to his mid back tied in a pony tail. Wears a maroon, almost autumn leaf red robe. Between 5'8" and 5'9" his body build is almost iconic with a heavy build from countless training and a strong mental state. Reminded from many as being the brother of the famous statue of david by Michelangelo.


Accesories: rely's on no weaponry or gadgets, his strength is able to overcome many.

History: From any early start in the Roman Catholic Church, Surlak grew fond of living a life of dedication and vowed to achieve great success for his god. His brothers noticied early on that Surlak favored athletic ability and almost had a second dedication to body building. When participating in a devined reading within the monastery, a group of unknown residents sabotoged the church and set fire to much of the wooden structure, trapping Surlak and his group in the depths of the church. After waking and discovering his brothers, friends and the church were no more, he swore to find these unknown people and find out the purpose of why all this was done. Soon later, more devastation occured and rumors went wild as the unknown's had white mystifying eyes.

Name: Ludra

Race: Human

Age: 18 (female)

Apperance: A seductive product of nature, she has the body to prove to any man that she's their everything. Has the ability to shift appearances and change shape. She can become any height, any fit or any size. Only trouble is she can't change her color or texture(which has proved to be troublesome amongst other races)

Accesories: Wears a green silk cape and white loose dress. Carry's a unknown twig in her side pouch that she holds very close. Will kill over any hand that touches it. Feet are covered in worn down animal skin and her hands in leather brown gloves, cut off at the fingers.

History: With a past not known to many, she's a traveler with huge intentions. Wanders into local villages and looks for any items of value to her likeing. When she eyes anything she wants, she sweet talks her way into any home. Work is easy when it's a single man, but the real challenge is when it's a family. With no one knowing exactly what she wants or exactly who she is, Ludra almost a legend of men when she's seen no more!

Name: Smoopkal Evergreen aka: Smoop

Race: Animal Hybrid

Age: unknown (male)

Apperance: a rugged looking 1/3 dog, 1/3 rat, 1/3 elf. Almost too hideous to look at. Walks upright on back legs. Unusual tattoo embroidered on his right arm.

Accesories: covered in torn cloth to hide his hideous body. Pouch slung over his chest carries stones found in the sewers of the city that give off an array of colors. Has a makeshift firearm found from a prediscovered murder of a close friend.

History: Formed from a scientific experiment, survived from an unknown explosion, Smoopkal has ran loose in the depths of Evergreen city. Hiding where bums and local unemployed drunks called home, he makes his ways amongst what he can. His name smoopkal was given after he claimed it from a dead friend. Over many years his body had mutated and grown, creating unusual abilities to his pyhsce and strength. One uneventful trip in a sewer line, he fell short of breath and grew to an almost human state when he discovered a satchel of stones covered by the dead hand of a local merchant. With the unknown stones by his side, he's able to communicate and appear almost human. He soon discovered that he could almost live a normal life, but the sunlight is the only obstacle that keeps him away from it all. The trivial events of his origin is his sole purpose to survive, to question the man who created him.

(ShadowBeyondtheGrave: *your loveable girlfriend* non living objects are not considered to be apart of character descriptions, *even though your sitting next to me* weapons that you character use and seem to have its own powers are acceptable, but a cupholder, is not. Still love you though! )

Name: Ayden Truhart

Gender: Male

Age: looks roughly 20, immortal

Alignment: Good

Race: Cursed Demon Hunter

Looks: he has medium length red hair on a tan complexion, almost illuminating his dark grey eyes. A scar crosses the left side of his face, running from the bottom of his eye to the bottom of his cheek bone. He can be found normally wearing a roughed up biker jacket, with its share of scratches and tears suggesting he’s a daredevil on a bike, a pair of faded jeans and dark sunglasses.
Attributes: seems to be a ladies man, but when it comes down to business he was a bit of a psycho side. He usually lets his anger take control of him, and when it could make him stronger can sometimes blind him. If he is not sitting or walking, he’s riding his motorcycle which he named Mercury.

Weapon: A switch blade that can be acted as a boomerang, his sidearm consists of a Spanish double barrel pistol with what seems infinite ammo.

Abilities: Psychic abilities including levitation, mind reading, picking up objects, and mind control. (the mind control only works on lesser demons and humans who do not have a strong mind. This may also include vampires and werewolves who are not ancients)

History: growing up, he was average, he lived an average life with average friends and an average family but around the age of 15 he was beaten up. Rage consumed him and he discovered powers and abilities he never had. From once a quiet shy kid, he finds he can now use his mind and rage to his revenge. With these new powers, he decided to venture the world to stop others from doing harm upon innocents. He ran among a demon one day and a hunter who told the young Ayden to go to the west mountains, there he could make a pact with a band of monks for immortal life if he swore to live his life for good. Doing just that the monks explained to him that if he helped rid the earth clean of demons and other foes, he would remain immortal, if he ever strayed the path he would be killed. Now being immortal he now hunts the world to cleanse it of it’s demon spawn.

(Thanks again for helping me with this crackbaby!! )

Name: Keldan Newland

Gender: Male

Age: very old, possibly 78, no one knows

Alignment: chaotic

Race: Human
Type: Sinister Barbarian/psychopath

Looks: White dirty beard with a face of an evil santa claus. Not fat around but does have a belly bulge. Wears a green robe with brown belts coming from his shoulder that glisten with ruby's, his personal favorite. Badly Slumped over posture but walks fast for his age. Has many satchels on right shoulder that carries numerous items and trinkets.

Weapon: Main weapon is a found long orc sword, has a roughed up handle with cracking animal skin. Blade is kept sharp, but overall is not cleaned resulting in a dull silver. Seems to have very little time to polish it much. It features three points with the center one taller than the rest. His satchels contain almost everything from whips to potions. In the heat of battle, he's known for having just the right item. Also carries a pair of Sai.

Abilities: Disguised by his age, he is still agile and spirited as when young. He features enormous strength when dealt by foes and can lift 500 pounds in one hand. Super power he likes to think of it as. But being gifted, he contributes is own knowledge of the dark arts and uses secretive powders and spells to concote potions or enchantments. He's known for playing with his enemies before killing them.

History: Dwelling from the mountains and having unknown origins, Keldan appeared almost over night. With his conquest for destruction and appetite for gold, he serves very little purpose but as a barbarian in society. Soon after years of robbing folks of their life by taking it in his own hands, he was captured by an emperor's army and forced to serve for his majesty's own doing. He spent years of fighting for lost causes and what seemed like a fair deal of capture, he soon was raged by everything that was going around him and ran away high up in the mountains. With confusion and not knowing his true purpose, it seems he's a lost psychopath and continues his conquest of destruction.

Name: Soren

Gender: Male

Age: late 40's

Alignment: Bad

Race: Genetically-Altered Vampire

Looks: Moderate build with bullet wounds galore, his body displays gunshots like papercuts. 5'6" tall he weighs in around 165 lbs. Long black hair with a short cut goatee, eyes are liquid black. Wears blackmarketed military clothing and has the lastest equipment in nano-technologies.

Weapon: He is a knife-throwing specialist who loves short blades. His mastery is amongst the best from the military and he loves the game of catch me if you can.

Abilities: Endowed with never before seen nano-technology, he is able to rebuild his body in a matter of minutes from gun shot wounds to dagger stabs. Immortality could almost be the word to describe him. His abilites not only allow him to be lightening fast in speed, but also his reflexes are second to none.

History: Born and Raised in Romania, he seeked refuge at a later age to a terrorist team of ex soldiers and convicts. His main origins are unknown as he rarely speaks of his past.

Name: Thorn, also sometimes goes by the name of Misery

Race: Wood Elf

Age: 321

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Condition: Pyrokinetic Fit: During Fits of a very strong emotion mainly anger and fear. Black flames engulf his entire body, they swirl up around him in a vortex and after a few moments of time those flames explode outward, in a radius of about 15 feet igniting everything they touch, friend or foe. Thorn has no control over this and thus has become his curse. He often refers to these as Episodes.

Appearance: Thorn stands at 5'11", his eyes are a deep forest green. His body is well toned, Thorn's hair is frosted white and comes down just past his shoulders. Thorn has a pair of pants covered in light steel plating, colored black along with the chest plate, there are shin guards attached on him via leather strap. The guard has many small spikes sticking up along it.
His skin is a pale color with slightly pointed ears. On his shoulders is another guard, much the same as his shin guards except with a slight curve up at the end. He wears a pair of black metal plated gauntlets and arm guards, all of which is untouched by his fire. He has allot of mobility with it, almost as if he were wearing nothing more than his tunic and pants.

His large sword is nearly as tall as he is, the black handle sticks out over his left shoulder and the end of the blade comes down to just below his lower back. On his waist is a short sword, just fewer than 3 and a half feet in length, tapered down on both sides. As Misery induces his change the elf’s hair stands straight up on end, an aura of evil seems to float around him as his eyes turn completely black.

During the full moon and his transformation, Thorn becomes an 8 and a half foot tall snow white werewolf with completely green eyes. His fur is thick and coarse with canines nearly 6 inches long, the entire body is purely muscle and if one had the chance to his body in the light, they would find that there is no fat whatsoever. He is a big werewolf; his paws width is nearly 10 inches across and 12 inches lengthwise with Razor sharp claws good for tearing things apart.

Personality: This man is very good at solving problems; he is very optimistic and willing to learn from his mistakes. Thorn has a slight problem with law and authoritative figures, he may be optimistic but he can?t just handle those figures. They Irk him by trying to tell him how to think instead of just trying to show him their point and letting him decide, they have to force it upon him and he does not like it, not one bit. So when it comes to being around authoritative figures, Thorn enjoys taunting and being every bit rebellious towards them, he may even go as far as to let Misery kill them.

Skills & Abilities: Thorn has practiced many long years with the large broadsword that he carries on his back, it was one of the first weapons he ever learned to use and the only one he really had an interest in. He considers himself a master at using it though there are most likely people out there that are his better. Being an elf he is very quick and dexterous, he is also very strong, how else would he be able to fight with such a large sword? Going to his powers with Fire, he can do many things with it; mostly he uses fireballs and jets of flame. In conjunction with his sword he often puts the flame up around the sword, not only does it cut but also it sears the flesh and the person does not bleed as much, they suffer more. His capabilities with the fire are extensive; he has found that most do not work well in a fight so he mainly uses the fireballs and his flaming sword. Using the fire drains him mentally, such as making him tired and slow, but the drain depends on to what extent he uses the power. Shrouding his body and flaming his sword have the least amount of drain on him, only because he has trained the most with those two. The fireballs drain him much faster, usually because they are not constant and he must exert himself every time in order to make one, each time one is used it gets harder to make another.