The Relic's Vault

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Spoiler: Red Queen Moria 

Character~ The Red Queen
Former Name~ Moria Lord
Age~ 25
Ability~ Fire
Weapon of Choice~ A lance of white fire.

Appearance~ Dark beauty with deeply tanned skin, long black hair, and bright red eyes. Dressed in a smoke gray halter top, tight black pants with purple flames around the cuffs, and red sneakers.

Personality~ (Former) Shy, naive, smart, kind, funny, outgoing. (Present) Seductive, quick witted, manipulative, short tempered, Dark sense of humor, violent, moody, strong-willed.
Interesting Facts~ Not the least bit afraid of water despite her powers.

Biography~ Moria was a Bomb Technician for the Army she believed the whole Syndrome thing to be a load of bull but when she was attacked one night on Base in the course of the fight she trapped the creatures in the Dfac and set it on fire. Once the morning arrived the MPs took her away and the Psychologists judged her to be a Delusional Pyro. After a few weeks she was given a Medical Discharge and sent home. She worked odd jobs trying hard to stay herself but after another attack that gave her three broken ribs and a mild concussion the Queen pushed the once quiet woman into the dark recesses of her mind and took over. The Queen, unsatisfied with Moria's present life used her powers and wit to move up the Social Ladder and now lives like a real Queen in a house she "acquired" from an old man who died in a mysterious grilling accident. Since then she'd been living the life and keeping Moria's gradually strengthening spirit locked away.

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Spoiler: Emperor Bartimaeus Vallain  

Name: Bartimaeus Vallain

Age: 1,800

Race: Half-angel

Gender: Male

Side: Light (Emperor of Blades)

Dream: Swords of Shining Light: Summons up swords of piercing light that he can control with his mind.

Spoiler: Bart 

Appearance:

Minus the wings and holy light.

History: Bartimaeus has ruled the world of man for untold Generations. The Emperor bares the scars of his battle with the Dark Lords with pride. His people see him as the great ruler who'll die for his people and he's not going to disappoint them. He meets with his General and Head Mage often to plan out every scenario and variable that might arise in the upcoming battles. They know these plan are merely blueprints but better to have a plan then not.

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Spoiler: Xandra Merning 

Name: Xandra Merning

Age: 250

Race: Puppet Master

Gender: Female

Side: Light(Mage)

Dream: Infinity's Army: She summons up animated puppets to swarm and destroy anything she bids.

Spoiler: Xandra 

Appearance

History: Xandra is one of the premier Puppet Masters in the Empire. Her Infinity's Army is famous among her kind it represents one of the highest levels of Puppet control a Master can attain. Once the Emperor heard of her abilities he sought her out to join his forces she readily agreed having lost family to those monsters. In preparedness for the battle she's taken it upon herself to train the next generation of Mages in the Art of Puppet Magic. While this power is rarely shared outside the Masters she believe it's power will be needed in the future and she wants to make sure her home has every advantage against the forces of Evil.

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Spoiler: Watcher Azelous 

Name: Azelous

Age: 550

Race: Reaper.

Gender: Male

Side: Dark(The Watcher)

Dream: None

Appearance:

Spoiler: Azelous 

History: The Watcher remains above the squall of battle waiting for his Lord's word to unleash his forces upon the weak and just. Forever at the Lord's side guarding and Watching keeping hand on axe and eyes on the horizon. Feared among the Dark Forces for his ferocity and merciless views on life and death.

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Spoiler: Finder Dariana Reckin 

Name: Dariana Reckin
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Homeland: Moscow, Russia
Master: None
Appearance: Small in size and stature, she has the cute girl next door look about her with blackish brown hair and blue eyes.
Uniform: Her normal yellow hooded robes along with a white holster that holds her torch, Colt, extra ammo, and she wears dull yellow pants and boots.

Rank: Finder
Anti-Akuma Weapon: (None) Standard torch along with a yellow Colt 45.

Personality: She is nice but kind of a loner, to her friends she is the most caring and easy-going person you'll ever meet. But to strangers she's distant and cold. Despite her ways she never rests until she completes a mission.

History: Born to a farmer in Moscow she lived a normal life until her father and brother were drafted to serve in the Czar's army. They were both killed in a skirmish. Dariana and her mother were forced to ask for money to stay alive. One day her mother didn't pay back a particular Shark and was raped and murdered for punishment. Dariana would've been next but she ran from her house into a Russian blizzard. She wondered around the maelstrom for hours. Until finally she found herself in a cave.

Staggering in she collapsed onto the cold stone. She awoke hours later, the storm was still screaming but she was greeted not by darkness but by a merrily dancing fire. Sitting up she found she was in her underwear covered by an animal hide blanket. Shuddering she looks across to a beautiful woman dressed in a heavy yellow outfit. With a smile the woman points to Dari's cloths drying beside the fire. Dari tried to stand but yelped and fell back onto the rough sleeping mat. She looks at her ankle and sees that it's splinted. The woman smiles and introduces herself as Velana. She then told the girl about the Black Order and her mission. Without a place to live and no known family left Dari joined the woman and is now in the Black Order doing what her adopted sister does. Finding Innocence and bringing in the Exorcists to handle it.

Other: Dari is fluent in many lingos. As needed for her Rank.

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Spoiler: Garvey Castor MacLeod 

Name: Garvey Castor MacLeod
Age: 18
Year: 5
Country of Origin: Scotland

Race: Highland Scot
Height: 6'0
Weight: 250 lbs

Appearance: Long wild brown hair, fierce green eyes, lightly tanned skin, dressed in standard brown, green, and red kilt with belt-sash, white shirt, and brown strapped boots.

Personality: Wild, violent, righteous in his views of right and wrong, secretive, smart, protective of things and allies.

Weapons of Choice: Highland Claymore, dirk, sgian dubh, and targe
Fighting Styles: Blind fisticuffs, Judo, Kickboxing, Pankration, Bladed weapon and shield fighting and some team fighting with his pet Wild Cat Bane

Skills: Speaks fluent Gaelic, knows how to heal(but rarely does) is skilled in Land Nav and survival being trained by his father and mother, and can play bagpipes

Interesting Facts: He has a pet Wild cat called Bane that prowls around campus and comes whenever he calls. Is well liked by the younger kids for some reason. Loves fighting with cocky people and bullies. Was first questioned about the murder. Uses his middle name after his parents said his first name holds special magic that's keep him safe if he meets with some great opposition all it needs is to be said and it will activate and he doesn't want to waste the power.

Connection to the Victim: Rival out of all the fights' Remus Academy has seen these two are among the most violent usually wound putting each other in the Infirmary for a few weeks.

Background: Raised by Survivalists mother and father in the Scottish Highlands. Trained from age 3 in their ways of fighting and surviving the oncoming apocalypse when the world goes back to the Medieval times when the sword and might ruled. He knew they were a little out of it both being children of the old Tribal ways and the Druid religion. But also being raised as a Druid he believe his parents and lives the way he was taught.

Joined the Academy once his parents heard about from others in their little "Tribe" and after a few years of trying they got him accepted. And he packed and left with his parent's word ringing in his years in the old Gaelic tongue.
"Keep your blade ready and your mind sharp young lad." He has kept their words alive even getting a tattoo of them on his right forearm so he won't forget. Right away he bumped heads with Morris. It's whispered as a legend in the school but mostly used to scare first years like the boogeyman stories. It was a disagreement over a locker Castor had it assigned to him but Morris already moved into it so he could be closer to some girls.

Naturally the Scot didn't like this so he threw everything out of it knowing the combo and moved his stuff in Morris arrived just in time to see his stuff scattered on the floor. Being a man of action he swung slamming the Scot's head in his locker. Roaring with rage Castor retaliated with a decimating haymaker. The rest is legend they're fight raged for a good few minutes before a troop of Advanced combat teachers broke them up. They were paired off as roommates as well the other boys still playing the battle over in their head warned Headmaster Fisher who promptly put them in separate wings of the Boy's Dorm. They sparred off many times and eventually had to be placed in totally different classes as to best avoid another battle.

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Spoiler: Moonlight 

Name: Moonlight
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Race: Werewolf
Description: Normal Caucasian girl with mouse colored brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Dressed in a black habit-style robe cut short with the sleeves ripped off.
Weapon: Double scythe(blade on each end)

Powers: Shadow step(turns invisible) Lunar shot(fires white beams from her hands.)

Bio: Moonlight has been trapped in Lord Furan's castle for two years. She tried to block out he whole situation but it always came crashing back whenever she felt the cold stones beneath her shoes or saw her breath steam in the frigid building. She often reverted back to what Darkmoon and her lives were like before this it wasn't much but it kept her spirits up that and the fact that her sister is always with her.

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Spoiler: Chief Duskeye Keoke 

Name: Duskeye Keoke

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Race: Werewolf
Tall, dark-skinned Native American man with long raven colored hair going down his back, deep rust colored skin and black eyes. Dressed in bone armor.

Weapon: Large Black Tomahawk

Powers: The Great One's Wrath: Summons a spirit to attack and fight with him.
The Great One's Blessing: Heals severe wounds.

Bio: Duskeye was the Shaman and Chief of his Iroquois Tribe in the fabled land talked about among Sailors. A land of wild beauty and savage natives that'll scalp any lost soul as soon as help him. Duskeye was disgusted by this wide belief in all of his people. Only a few of the more savage tribes down in the swamps treated Sailors badly most were pleasant or just didn't care about them to pay much mind. For many years Duskeye has been undergoing an arduous ritual to join with his Guardian Spirit and lead his thinning people to prosperity and good hunting. This ritual consisted of him going off among Nature and encounter three visions.

One was of innocence a small child appeared asking him to help him steal some food from a nearby tribe. The noble Chief easily talked the boy out of it. His second vision was of Inner Strength, for many days he'd been ill with a new illness that sapped all his bodily strength and on the fifth day he couldn't move he was restricted to sitting at the base of a large Oak. He'd began his daily prayer when a snapping of twigs alerted him to danger. Looking he sees a massive bear lumbering down on him he could see the monsters hunger burning like coals in it's eyes. But unable to move the man simply sat there with his eyes forward and his body straight. He felt no fear only the weakness in his muscles. The beast walked around him in a circle letting out mighty roars every so often. Duskeye paid no mind to the monster at all through the whole time it was around not even when the creature came right up in front of him glaring directly into his soul it seemed. The bear was there for almost an hour until it growled lumbering off to find a better meal. Taking a breath the Chief returns to his prayer. His third and final vision was of Compassion his hunting and foraging had been very dismal. No animals came within shot even when he tracked them down and nothing edible grew in the whole land it seemed to the man. He was starving by the time he reached the base of the sacred Serpent's spine mountains. He collapsed among a thicket of ferns when he heard the pained whimpering of an animal. Hoping for a meal he scrambled to the sound only to find a wolf in a ravine with it's leg mangled useless for walking.

Climbing down to the animal he walks to it but stops at it's fierce growling. Kneeling slowly beside it he checks it's leg. It was filled with dirt and the smell gave away that it was infected. He knew that the poor animal hadn't much time left and he could see that it was in great pain. Taking his tomahawk he lops off the beast's head ending it's misery. He sighed cleaning the blood from his weapon. As he stepped from the ravine a great light made him forget his hunger and in fact any other pain he had. From the light a great creature stepped out. Half man half wolf dressed in white skins and eagle feathers. The man spoke without moving his lips.

"You are a great leader Duskeye and a compassionate man which is why I'm going to reward you with the gift of the wolf." Raising his clawed hand the Wolf-man scratches Duskeye's shoulder. Feeling no pain the Indian bows his head in thanks. Then just like that the man vanished leaving the Chief alone with the new feeling of power and knowledge. After a few nights the Wolf-man gave him another vision one of a far off land he didn't know why but something told him he needs to be there. So after bartering with some visiting Sailors he bid his Tribe goodbye and went on this quest for the Great One's warrior, Wolf.

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Spoiler: Eclipse Captain Xander Wolfgrain 

Name: Xander Wolfgrain
Age: 332
Rank: Veteran
Section: Eclipse Captain, the one in charge of of the Alpha's personal guards.
Weapons of Choice: Titanium war hammer, claws and fangs.

Description: Built like a true warrior, not overly muscular but could pass off as a statue if he so wished. Little over avg. height, weighing 280 lbs, dressed in long coat of his Office and titanium armor.

Personality: Quiet, observant and constantly on watch for enemies. Rarely talks and then only to some. Always at Sekai's side, some would call him psychotically paranoid and has no qualm with killing those that break the rules.

Biography: Being a member of a long running Were family he got what has been called the Wolfgrain Eye. From his great ancestor Haser Wolfgrain who earned the name of Cagdon the Savage. Ever since that wolf every generation of Wolfgrains has the Savage gene. No control over anger when sufficiently aroused. The only remedy for this is usually complete solitude from all others. But he decided to try and find a new way around this so he joined The Blood before Water clan in hopes of getting some respect back to the family as well as fix the rage.

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Spoiler: Muhammad the Ghost 

Full Name: Muhammad

Alias (for operations): The Ghost

Age: 127

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Weight: 185lb

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Spoiler: Ghost 

Except his clothing is pure white.

Psychological Profile: Completely mute aside effect from the Super Soldier program but communicates with gestures and telepathy. Has heightened senses and borders on unfeeling. The most horrible thing or the most wonderful can be happening to or before him and he'll just continue the ever watching stare he has he does have some feeling but mostly just an eerie shaking for laughter and knuckle cracking for anything else. Some of the others think he can see into the soul and attack it, slowly killing it and the body it's in. He can't but he can read minds plus psychological warfare always helps.

Short history (tell us a little about yourself): Muhammad was raised in Egypt by his Grandparents he was a very talkative and energetic child always doing something or talking about doing something. He signed up for the Super Solider in hopes of getting some decent cash for his grandparents but like most other young men that signed up for the program it backfired horribly. He was blasted by intense elemental rays and hooked up to endless computers that zapped every fighting style into his head. It gave him the strength, speed, agility and longevity he was promised but it also killed his voice box and emotions. Once he emerged he was all white and immediately turned on the Scientists killing most but he had to flee as more experiments arrived. Wondering the world he joined the Foreign Legion and moved to the rank of Major and began working as a Mercenary on the side. The Legion didn't like this so he was discharged. Simply shrugging it off he left and soon he received a letter and joined the Battalion. Now he's the first chosen for many assignations taking the jobs with a slight salute he kills and gets back so he can watch his shows.