Character Profiles

[Ketsueki]

Name:Ketsueki

Race:Gwyllion (AKA the new hag!)

Age:23

Looks:(pic coming up soon)

Born:An unknown place in Shadowmoor.

Personality:Due to having the Divinity of Pride as her patron spirit Ketsueki is a very prideful person and can seem to be quite vexing towards others that aren't used to her personality.She will almost always strive for excellence in every aspect of her life, believing that any small mar upon her life reflects poorly upon her diety, and thus makeing her in his disdain. She fully realizes that only by his blessing was she allowed the beauty he gave to her, and she's has no qualm about doing anything to keep her beauty, first and foremost for fear of losing her unaverage beauty.

Bio: Ketsueki was born Ophilia Morrighan and was quite likely the most average one ever born in her small nomadic tribe. She was average in anything she did, right at the exact middle, and that was an undeniable fact she hated more then the ungodly horrors they drove to endure on a nightly basis. She endured the continual torturous animosity of never being the best nor the worst no matter how much she strived to succeed or attempted to fail she could never be any lesser or greater then anyone she met.Till one night her entire tribe was killed by a small group of elves attempting to defend a small black rose from completely withering away to dusk.The fight was hard for her, and a weapon even she was unaware of weilding appeared to help guide her to be the sole victor, due to an incredibly sharp lance so darkened by her hatred that even the moon trembled at its darkness. The rose the Elves were defending though, wasn't an actual rose, it was one of the ten Avatars of Shadowmoor, the Divinity of Pride. The Spirit offered Ophilia an offer she couldn't refuse, He would grant her untold beauty, in return for her services. She hastily accepted and began to do as she was told, hunting and killing small tribes of elves as he was forming her a better looking body, unbeknownst to her as the body was vbeing formed the bloodshed upon her hands was detrimental to her soul, making it more horrendous then even the most ghastly nightmares any on her plane had dared imagine. That is until she believed his offer was only smoke and she confronted him about it. With a sadistic smile he said only one sentence. "You've killed enough for me. With the blood upon your soul you need a new name for your new body and Ketsueki fits you soundly." With that He waved his hand and the body she had was transformed into something nothing less then a work of art, at least in her mind and she forgot the name Ophilia Morrighan. With that they parted ways, or so she thought, though she now considered him to be her only patron. A few weeks after departing ways she found a lovely woman that called her as she was, a monstrosity. In a blind rage and a strike to her pride she formed that same lance that had started her devilish transformation and attempted to strike at her. "Foolish little child, no mere beast can strike down such a powerful Mage such as I, after all brains before brawn." She said in a smug attitude. "Then impart to me the knowledge so that I may be able to better use my gifts." She pleaded. "I don't teach one with a patron such as yours. I'm no god, I'm a mere wizard. I can take you to a plce to improve your own abilities though, if you so desire." Then the lights flickered in and out as Divinity came into being, "I shall allow my disciple to go to where you speak only to increase my own powers, Sister." The woman smirked and transformed into the Overbeing of Myth. "Fine I'll even show her howq to get there." With that she flung a hand and a portal opened. "Enter if you dare." She warned." Ketsueki, being foolhardy hastily entered and a man appeared before her. "Time to go." With that she was flung to a new world. A world thats main function was a school, the Academy of Magic.

DL

Soul Reap

Batwing Brume

Nightsky Mimic

Mourning Thrullx2

Knight of Meadowgrain

Edge of the Divinityx2

Shadow Lancex2

[Eric Moorloch]

Name: Eric Moorloch
Race: Human
Age: 18
Home Plane: Earth, present day

Appearance: Eric is average height, maybe a bit short at 5 feet 8 inches. Average build, with brown eyes that are rimmed by glasses, and straight black hair in a bowl-cut. Asian-American.

Eric dresses semi-casually, with nice cargo khaki pants and t-shirts of varying colors and illustrations. Generally, he wears a suit jacket over the t-shirts. When he wants to look formal, however, Eric can produce a full black suit, with a tie, hat, cane, and gold pocketwatch. Eric normally has a backpack or bag that he can sling over his shoulder to hold possessions in. Again, when he wants to appear formal, these bags are traded in for a black and silver briefcase.

Other personal accessories Eric is likely to have on his person at any given time include keys, a wallet, money, personal ID, a notebook, pens, pencils, sunglasses, a watch, handkerchief, and mp3 player, all contained within his voluminous pockets.

Personality: Eric is quirky and not afraid to show it. On Earth, he often stuck out from the crowd, and even though that did little to endear him to his peers, he reveled in the difference. He is quick to laugh and joke, but can be secretive at times as well. As a result, Eric is slightly elitist at times, and won’t always speak precisely what’s on his mind. In fact, whatever he says is likely to be a half-truth at best, since Eric has long learned to conceal exactly what he thinks or feels. Despite this, Eric can be a fine friend, so long as one is able to put up with his eccentricities and occasional angst.

Eric’s interests are wide-ranging and varied. Theater, music, masks, clowns, art and literature are all fine things that he values.

Eric is also a consummate gamer. On Earth, he was heavily into things like Magic: the Gathering and pencil-and-paper RPGs. As a result, he sometimes tends to make strange references, or will speak of summoning in “game terms.” His inner nerd is well and thriving, though, and his speech will quickly change to accommodate summoning as real, rather than simply a game.

Finally, Eric Moorloch loves pandas and anything to do with them.

History: Eric Moorloch loved to dream.

Imagination was perhaps his favorite thing in the world, and certainly a trait that he valued highly in himself. Ever since he was very young, Eric could remember making up stories to amuse himself, and enjoying making himself into the hero of those stories. As he grew up, nothing changed, it simply… expanded. His love for stories grew and expanded to encompass classical myths and legends, philosophy and psychology, items and ideas which possessed a certain romantic quality to them.

Eric was a dreamer at heart, and a storyteller by nature. Thus, it was perhaps only natural that he was drawn to gaming and the world of fantasy. The scale on which these tales were told, these mythologies of the modern day, captivated Eric’s mind and fancy, and he quickly became absorbed by all they had to offer. While others found gaming to be a pleasant pastime or a simple amusement, one to grow out of, it was not so for Eric—he had found his passion.

Soon enough, Eric found himself deeply entrenched within this new lifestyle. He read the latest comics and rulebooks for new games. He spent time on the Internet, looking up details of new products or debating their respective merits in online forums and chat rooms. He wrote and imagined different scenarios for parties of adventurers, and delighted in spending hours at a time simply developing characters.

It was only natural, then, that Eric also found the world of Magic: the Gathering. This above all else captured Eric’s attention and wallet; the world was rich and developed, yet at the same time would shift its setting from year to year. Eric began to play during the time the Onslaught block was ending, so his first introduction to the game was through tribal decks, with armies of creatures all sharing a common racial bond banding together to fight.

It took Eric some time to become good at the game, and it took much money to find a deck that he liked and enjoyed. However, both came eventually, and within a few years, Eric was as deeply involved with this hobby as with any other.

Of course, there were tournaments, local ones held every weekend. Eric attended as many as he could, for the sheer joy of playing. Win or lose, it didn’t matter; all he knew was that for perhaps the first time ever, he really had found something in his life that drew him together with other people, rather than setting him apart from them.

In the quiet hours of his days, however, whether it was in school at lunch, sitting by himself… or at night, staring up at the ceiling, too tired to go online, but not tired enough to sleep just yet… or walking home after an afternoon of gaming… Eric knew somehow that it still wasn’t enough. Though he had more friends than he ever had before, and though his mind was now constantly afire with so much to take in, Eric still knew that there was more out there… somewhere. Just waiting to be discovered.

Thus it was that Eric began to carry his favorite decks around with him at all times, just in case. Just in case… something happened.

It was, therefore, not to his complete and utter surprise when, one day, he returned home to discover that it was no longer there. That the lot upon which his house had been built was entirely vacant, and that, upon questioning, none of the neighbors knew him.

His family, his life, had entirely vanished without a trace.

It was at that moment that Eric Moorloch finally felt that something was really going right in his life.

For a year, maybe more, Eric lived an invisible life. He found that he was slowly beginning to fade from the awareness of people around him. Walking down the streets, he would be bumped into and turn angrily to confront the culprit, only to find that they neither apologized, nor even noticed his presence. This only served to further his belief that not only was something happening, but Earth was not where it was meant to happen.

During this "invisible year," Eric spent much of his time skulking in back alleys and abandoned houses, learning about his new powers. Since he was so familiar with Magic as a game, he took the fact that he could now summon in stride, and instead preferred to focus on learning to master this ability. Usihng his cards as a focus, Eric soon enough learned to draw upon the different types of lands, and was able to cast a few spells.

Black and green were the first he mastered entirely, yet he wasn't able to summon out of the other colors yet. He expected they would come in time, but by the end of the year, they hadn't, which frustrated and confused him. For the time being, he resolved to stick with just black and green. Eric also found that even though he'd owned a few different decks, he felt a special kinship towards his Changeling deck, and that Shapeshifters were the easiest spells for him to learn. He had yet to try shapeshifters out of either black or green, but he hoped that they would prove easy enough for him to learn, even if they were off-color, apparently.

Finally, in the year 2008, Eric Moorloch disappeared from Earth. He had taken to haunting the old games store where he’d gone for tournaments and camaraderie, because he still enjoyed seeing the games played, even if he couldn’t take part. Skulking in the back of the store one day, hiding (though he didn’t need to) among the extra boxes of surplus games, Eric uncovered a portal. It was in one of the larger boxes, just large enough for him to sit in comfortably and not feel entirely ridiculous in doing so.

Without hesitation, Eric sat down in the box and waited for something extraordinary to happen to him.

There was no flash of light, nor any loud noise. There was simply a sensation of floating, briefly, and then of being pulled through the bottom of the box, and into a new world.

Eric fell, rather ungracefully, into this new world, and had barely enough time to register his new surroundings when he hit the ground, painfully, and blacked out temporarily.

Eric is perhaps one of the more improbable people you could ever hope to meet. He does not yet know this.

Spells Eric uses Shapeshifters as his creatures of choice. Their changing nature appeals to him, as they aren’t always one thing or another, but capable of altering what they are. As someone who’s lived without constant support or without anyone else to truly rely upon but himself, Eric appreciates this morphic temperament. For now, Eric can cast only black spells. However, as he grows and his personality changes, I’m planning to have him expand to encompass the other colors.

Right now, Eric’s main color is black, with green as his second. I’m expecting that he’ll pick up white as the third later on. From there, he’ll also learn Shapeshifters in both blue and red independently.

Eric is unable to summon out of any other colors yet because his personality and values are most in tune with black and green mana. When he learns to accept aspects of his personality that are more related to the other colors, then he will be able to start learning from those colors.

Black mana represents Eric’s desire for self-sufficiency and independence from others. After going so long without any real support system, Eric has learned to take care of himself. He is also ambitious and secretive, viewing himself as the only real person he can trust most of the time. Green mana is perhaps a curious thing for him to be affiliated with, but it represents his spiritual side. Eric is a philosopher of sorts by nature, albeit perhaps an existentialist one. Nevertheless, he has also learned to find balance and harmony within himself, through meditation and observation of the world as it is.

These two colors combined, Eric’s nature is one that is content to stay silent and observe, and act upon those observations.

Often, Eric uses his cards from Earth as a focus for casting his spells, as well as providing him with the insights and information he'd need to learn about them.

Spell List

Instants

Darkness—B
Instant
Prevent all combat damage that would be dealt this turn.

Nameless Inversion—1B (2)
Tribal Instant—Changeling
Changeling (This card is every creature type at all times.)
Target creature gets +3/-3 and loses all creature types until end of turn.

Predator’s Strike—1G
Instant
Target creature gets +3/+3 and gains trample until end of turn.

Creatures

Darkheart Sliver—BG
Creature—Sliver
All Slivers have "Sacrifice this permanent: You gain 3 life."
2/2

Skeletal Changeling—1B (2)
Creature—Shapeshifter
Changeling (This card is every creature type at all times.)
{1}{b}: Regenerate Skeletal Changeling.
1/1

Woodland Changeling—1G (2)
Creature—Shapeshifter
Changeling (This card is every creature type at all times.)
2/2

Woodlurker Mimic—1B/G
Creature—Shapeshifter
Whenever you play a spell that's both black and green, Woodlurker Mimic becomes 4/5 and gains wither until end of turn. (It deals damage to creatures in the form of -1/-1 counters.)
2/1

[Illya Gann]

Name: Illya Grann

Race: Karnelian

Tribe: Grannai

Gender: Female

Age:
Human:18
Karnelian: 28

Appearance:
(Posted Image)

Personality:
Illya is tough on the outside and only respects those who prove themselves. Once you get to know her though she is sweet. She only shows emotions to those closes to her and even then it is only when they are alone.

Body Markings:
Black dragon birth mark at the nape of her neck.
Red mana symbol around her bellybutton
Green mana symbol on top of her left breast.
Black dragon tribal marking encircling her mana symbol

Background:
When I was born my father told me the gods were said to have wept at my beauty. I have a dragon birth mark the is on the nape(back) of my neck, my father would always tell me how proud to see that mark he was. He told me that it was the sign that I was to be a great warrior. When my mother died shortly after my birth I was raised with the help of my uncle. My father would come home from his work he would tell me stories of the leaders of the tribes.

I would be allowed to polish his axes. My fathers axes had became a second wife for him. when I was young and in exchange he taught me basic combat moves for hand to hand fighting. I would pray to the gods for my fathers axes to always hit their target and to kill them in one hit. When I reached the age of 4 and a half my father began my training. I was trained by a tall man who never accepted failure. I was always worked harder because of my fathers’ position. I was taught to fight with techniques from all 12 tribes.

When I reached the age of 10 I was told to pick a weapon to become proficient with. I remember my fathers face on this day it was smiling, he had taken the day off to watch as I made my decision. I remember looking at a table with all types of weapons laid out. I looked carefully feeling the hilt and weight. I judged each weapon carefully as my father had instructed me and then I came upon them. Two of the most perfect weapons I had ever seen. That was when I first laid my hands on swords. I smiled as I lifted both up I knew that I was going to be excellent with these. My father nodded not doubting my choice. I was told that it was going to be hard to master dual wielding but I knew I could and I became excellent in it.

I was 16 when I met her. I fell in love with her tail it was fluffy and beautiful. I had received a day off from training from my master and decided to work for my uncle. My father was off at war. I was proud of him he was a general of the great leader Kar Sobans Army. I was a fool to believe that Kar Soban was a great man. The woman I had fallen in love with adopted me and took me to a plane called Kamigawa. Lilly was her name and she treated me like a daughter, she never liked fighting and I obliged by training in secret. One day she sent me for my safety to Kamigawa.

On Kamigawa I learned new ways to fight with a sword. I became stronger, smarter, and faster. I grew and I met her, I met my mana spirit Vieralbaul. My mana symbol appeared on my stomach. I ran away a week later, I ran back to Karnel to get more training and learn spells to help me fight.

I returned to Karnel changed by what I had learned on Kamigawa. Karnel had changed greatly as I began to look around. Kar Soban had changed it he had hurt it. I was not going to stand for that. I returned to my tribe. Something in me broke that day.The men of my tribe scolded me for not working on acting like a woman of my tribe but I just continued. My weapons and mana molded together the spells I knew began to increase my strength for moments they gave me the power to react faster then my opponent. I loved the feel of fighting my style unique to only me. I was told by spectators that it looked like dancing and so it earned the name the dance of death. I did my best training from sundown to sunup my goal clear to end Kar Soban’s life and if it came to it to kill my father if needed

I was training one day when a man approached me. I was told by the man that his master wish to see me about something. I obliged it was not smart to turn down someone with power. I just went to meet him two swords as my protection. When I met the man who had called for me he never gave me a name. I was told by the man he would help me get to Kar Soban if I fought in the competitions for him. So I agreed, I was blinded by my goal. The competitions were easy for me I pushed back opponents and struck before they could strike me. I rose my way into the top, I had become a Banshee. The men of my tribe feared me but at the same time they loved me.

I spent about a month in the competitions before I joined the resistance. I happily withdrew from the competitions where I had become a hero. I fought next to the greatest men ever and then I was honored to join sides with Gorash. Gorash was the one my father use to protect before the invasions, and Gorash had honored me with the position as long as I was apart of the resistance. He informed me of what my father had down and I was sadden to learn he had betrayed his duties. Gorash and I fought together many times each time we won. Gorash even took me in as if I was his own daughter. I was honored to be thought of as that by him.

I remember that night as if it were yesterday. It was cold that night and omens riddled the sky. Gorash and I were on a mission that would hurt Kar’s plans badly and I charged through the lines a blood rage in my eyes. I smelled the fear that my opponents gave off, even though they didn’t show it. I slaughtered them no mercy was given by my hand. I was halted as I charged through the final part to see two axes coming at me. I froze for the first time in battle, the axes brought back memories of my father. I jumped onto the wide blade, adrenaline pumping through my veins, the blades where brought down and I looked at the one holding the axes. My father stood in front on me, my face started to become a mixture of rain and tears. I had made a mistake I dropped my guard and he took advantage of it, this was the first time I actually saw my mana spirit Vieralbaul. She had protected me with her own swords, but she was only able to take one and retreated into my body, it was all I needed and I stared at my father swords ready to kill him. I began to make my moves dodging his blows with ease, he was making wider swings then he needed, I began to wonder if he wanted me to kill him. Then I did it my attacks hit gracefully and skillfully severing his hands. His axes fell to the ground and he smiled saying how proud he was of me. My last blow went right to his heart ending it quickly for him. I am proud that he never screamed.

I honored him by taking his weapons and having them forged into my new swords. I burned his body after allowing him to reach the gods in his final resting place.

The metal seemed to have recognized my bloodline, the swords moved through the air perfectly. I killed many trying to end Kar Soban’s plan. Gorash told me to come to the academy of Magic to increase my casting ability so that I may help us in the long run. So I did, I strapped my swords to my waist and I made my way to the Academy of Magic. My tribe gave me one last gift they gave me my tribal mark, my leader had chosen to put a black dragon circling around my mana mark.

I am now at the Academy of Magic as Gorash wished. I will not fail him and I will increase my spell casting to the same level as my swordsmanship.

OOC: Journeyman swordsmanship

Equipment:
Illum - Blacksteel sword constructed from her father’s axes(named after her mother)
Angron- Blacksteel sword constructed from her father’s axes(named after father)

Spell List: Warrior Pride and Banshee Burn

Creatures:

Battle-Mad Ronin(x4)

Mogg Fanatic(X4)

Kird Apes(x4)

Llanowar Elves(x4)

Birds of Paradise(x4)

Sakura-Tribe Elder(x4)

Sorcery:

Kodama's Reach(x4)

Instants:

Giant Growth(x2)

Early Harvest(x4)

Flame Javelin(x4)

Thunderbolt(x4)

Lightning Bolt(x4)

Fireball(x4)

Kaervek's Torch(x4)

Brute Force(x4)

Enchantment:

Exploration(x4)

Heartbeat of Spring(x4)

Eternal Warrior

Immolation

Imposing Visage

Flaming Sword

Burrowing

Taste for Mayhem(x4)

Giant Strength(x4)

Artifacts:
Lightning Greaves

Vulshok Gauntlets

Slagwurm Armor

[Emily Leon]

Name: Emily Jane Leon
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Neko Cat Girl
Place of birth: New York City, Modern Day
Height: 5 foot 5.

Physical Appearance: She has cat ears, a cat tail, and green cat eyes. Her fur and hair is orange. She now usually wears a short singe piece dress because it easir now that she has a tail. She also now has a pretty big chest, thanks to Yugure. (

Personality: She is very strange. She has a hard Time staying on task and is prone to having her mind wander. She also likes to pretend to be a cat for some reason…, she also has a thing for things with feathers. She thinks thing with feather are cute and cuddle and nice, and she just wants to rub them, rub up against them, and hug them. She is easily distracted however by shiny things as well. Also doesn't know what exactly sex is. AT least when she arrives she doesn't.

Bio: She is rich, her father a wealthy self made business man. She was raised in an environment of plenty, and when she was born her father sold his business making a very large sum of money. However it became apparent early one that she was different then most people. All her imaginary friends when she was little where cats, however the really strange part is her imaginary friends had a tendency to stay not so imaginary. They had a tendency to take form, which caused quite a few problems. Her ability to summon creature combined with her ADHD lead to many problems, till she meet someone who helped learn to control them, and eventually he pointed her in the direction of the academy.


Deck type: I Want to be a Cat


Decklist:
White:

Blade of the Sixth Pride times two Jane

Leonin Skyhunter times four Flyie-fly

Glittering Lynx times two George

Green

Pouncing Jagguar times two. Bob

Jungle Lion times two. John

[Xanidel]

Name: Quinn Daniel Tory (Nicknamed: Xanidel)
Age: 13 at entrance, now 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Milky Way galaxy, Sol system, Terra/Earth, North American continent, U.S.A, State of California, City of Los Angeles

Appearance: Oddly gray hair despite his youth, matching gray eyes hidden under sunglasses, and his attraction to shiny objects has him keeping at least one of his peices of jewelry on him at all times, usually either a small metal container on a chain around his neck, or a ring on his left hand. Under the black coat he wears a plain black or gray shirt, on his bare chest he has an emblem tattood onto it, marking him as one without a heart. He's a bit short for his age at 5', and adding to his small stature, skinny at only 100 lbs. His high rate of metabolism means he's almost always snacking on something, but doesn't ever seem to gain any weight.

Now, about three years since his first appearance at the academy, he's grown quite a bit, gaining a full foot and doubling his weight, though because of his lifestyle it's mostly muscle. His eyes, which had once been silver, are now a stormy gray. He has quite a few scars on various parts of him, and when he channels his manna previously invisible tattoos begin glowing on his skin, alchemical runes, shapes, and symbols everywhere apart from an empty circle on his chest, over his heart.

Personality: Moody, almost randomly so, switching between innocent and playful as a kid and wise and serious as an adult, but always shy, and with a slight, though not unintelligible accent that can't ever seem to be placed, as it is a combination of every voice he has ever heard. He's a fan of many video games for younger kids, though is sometimes embarrassed about it. He's also somewhat of a pack rat and a magpie, meaning he's very attracted to shiny or unusual things, usually jewelry or machines, but also a collector of unique weaponry, usually from his favorite games, movies, books, etc. His plans for the future aren't ever very detailed, and his short term memory is usually shot unless it is written down or when he focuses it on an object or sight, so that when he sees it again he will remember it again, in essence making him a random, live-for-the moment kinda guy.

History: Born on earth as a normal kid, completely ignorant of magic except for that found in games and stories which he has always been attracted to. He lived the first decade of his life in normalcy for one that could be called a geek, occasional bullying but mostly fading into invisibility as usual for him, his laziness fighting his sharp intellect in his grades, the laziness winning more and more as he became older. He lived in a relatively poor family, which meant he could only afford games that lasted a long time and books, which due to his unique view on things and very powerful imagination were as entertaining as watching a movie. As he grew out of saturday morning cartoons he grew into more advanced literature, discovering a liking for science fiction, particularly obscure and rare space-time anomalies like wormholes, time travel and the like. After he was given his first computer he discovered a strange ability to make leaps in logic with almost no help, quickly making him somewhat of a computer expert within the family, of which he had two brothers, the three of them each having a personality quirk which bordered on needing medication, himself almost having split personalities to fit each universe from fiction, his next eldest brother being almost psychopathic, with the last and youngest being very excitable and having a short attention span. At his current age, he finds himself about to leave middle school for high school, a collector of a few card games, his most extensive being Magic, an avid reader of fanfiction, and occasionally plays MMORPGs.

His journey begins on the ride home from middle school on the last day before summer, with him staring silently out the window alone in his seat as usual, mind wandering on what he will do with all of his spare time, as his head rests against the glass. The bus makes a usual turn, but not normal is the flash of light from a truck's windshield reflecting sunlight into his eyes as it barreled down the road towards the intersection recklessly, Quinn only hearing a brief shout of warning from other students before looking up to face the truck outside his window, only seconds from impacting. Too late he realizes he should move, and there's only time for his mouth to open in surprise before it hits, the sound of screeching metal and tinkling glass around him as everything becomes bright, before his entire body feels like it is being consumed in enormous pain, then all fades to darkness, a foreign chill overtaking his body and numbing the pain slightly as he surrenders to the abyss of Morpheus's grip.

Upon awakening, he found himself totally changed, with new powers and abilities, and so took a new name, Xanidel, as he began his instruction in the Academy of Magic. During his rise in power and skill, he made some friends, possibly an enemy, and even found a kitsune girl with only one tail who seemed obsessed about him, but the feelings were not reciprocated.

Now graduated, he has left the safe walls of the academy to make a journey on his own, guided by a voice in his mind that appeared shortly after an incident during his stay at the academy during which he was briefly dead. So far on this journey, his magic has improved a bit, not in power, but in his creativity with spells, as well as being joined by a girl around his own age named Rose, apparently some species of cat anthromorph, who seems reluctant to return home for some reason.

He has been on the road for six months now, Rose journeying with him for almost two. They've had a few small fights, like when she was going through heat and Xanidel had found out by waking up next to her in a compromising position. But other than that, they've become close friends, Xanidel teaching her some of what he knew about artifacts as she helped him learn to survive in the wilderness.. Now, suddenly everything is different about Xanidel as he finds himself walking back up to the Academy, a black stone inset into his chest and Rose nowhere to be found as he shuffled along mindlessly...

G'imu: Ioqi + Ghell, with a love of tinkering with metal

Starting spells:

Transmute Artifact*4
Power Artifact*4
Vedalken Engineer *4
Hunger of the Nim*4
Shield Sphere*4
Ornithopter*4
Sun Droplet*4
Myr Retriever*4
Lotus Petal*4
Cranial Plating*4
Arcbound Ravager*4
Howling Mine*4
Energy Chamber *4
Reshape *4
Copy Artifact *4
Chimeric Egg *4
Clockwork Hydra *4
Coretapper *4
Genesis Chamber *4
Power Conduit *4
Arcbound Stinger *4
Lightning Coils *4
Arcbound Crusher *4
Arcbound Hybrid *4
Clockwork Condor *4
Clockwork Vorrac *4
Arcbound Bruiser *4
Arcbound Reclaimer*4
Darksteel Reactor *4
Dragon Blood *4
Vedalken Archmage *4
Panoptic Mirror *4
Arcbound Wanderer *4
Arcbound Fiend *4
Clearwater Goblet *4
Amber Prison *4
Mycosynth Lattice *4
Arcbound Lancer *4
Clockwork Dragon *4

156/90 spells

This post has been edited by Xanidel on Nov 10 2008, 05:47 PM

[Remasu Yul]

Name: (Former: Anestasia) (Now) Remasu Yul

Age: 20

Race: Human.

Sex: XX.

Plane of birth: Kamigawa.

Physical appearance: Remasu is pretty tall for a female, around the 6 feet. She has short black hair, sometimes a part of it knot in a ponytail. She mostly wears loose black clothes, with a white robe on them, so that she could walk around comfortably in them.

Personality: Remasu is pretty impulsive, she trust her instinct at first place. The rest come later. She respects knowledge, and enjoys learning. She is usually in her room, studying, or taking a stroll in the outdoors, thinking.

Biography:
The family was not informed about the come of the O-Kagachi.
A small house, small for every family. In it: One or two bedrooms, a shower, a living room and a kitchen. The house was standing right next to the field.
Next to it stood a large garage, containing some perfect cubic piles of grain In it. Some lights in the house were on, even though to the late hour..
"Come on Angeilia!" A man shouted inside the house.
"I'm coming!" A woman's voice answered.
The house door was bashed open from the inside. A tall light skinned man, with long shoulder-length black hair stood in the entrence. In his right hand, he held a hammer, and leaned it against his right shoulder. In his left arm, that was hanging lazily beneath him, a handgun. A brown sleeveless shirt revealed the man's arms, while long black pants hid his legs. Definetly a farmer. The man took a step outside, and sniffed the air. He pulled his leg up, lifting his right black boot out of the muddy ground between the house and the field.
Behind him, a woman holding a baby came outside, her long brown hair knot into a ponytail.
Her white skirt flapped in the wind as it grew stronger, it seemed like The Earth was trying to push those dark clouds away. But it had no use.
"Come on Phil! It's coming!" Angelia said as she began to run thoward their garage, their shelter.
Phil looked around, for a second, he thought that something moved. 'Probobly a stupid animal' He tought. And he ran thowards the shelter.

The night passed quickly for the family. Phil, Angelia and their baby daughter Anestasia, passed the night in a secret basement in their garage.
"Mommy... Mommy.... Are you awake?" The four year old Anastasia asked her sleeping mother while shaking her a bit.
"Mommy? Mommy?!" The chile continued.
"Please wake up mommy!" Anastasia said as she hug her sleeping mother.
The child let her mother go.
"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy isn't waking up!" Anastasia shouted while running to her sleeping father.
"Daddy! Wake up o' I'm gonna scream!" Anastasia screamed while batting her sleeping father with her small hands.
Next, she screamed until she had no more air in ther lungs.
After the screaming, that took around the 15 seconds, she took some deep breathes to calm down.
"Mommy? Daddy?" The child asked, looking around at the sleeping adults.
She ran over back to Angelia, and went to her face. Anastasia backed up with eyes filled with fear. White skin... No blood... Her mother was dead.
She ran over Phil next, and he was dead aswell.
Crying, the small child sat down on her ground, in between her two dead parents.
'Come...' A soft hissing voice said.
"Wha- What?" Anastasia asked.
'Outside...' The voice was heared again.
"I'm scared! Who are you?!" The child shouted at the ceiling.
'Anastasia.... Come.... Come. Come!' The voice said, growing larger.
"But- I don't wanna!" Anastasia cried.
'Do it now!' The voice shouted at her, and she did so.
The upper floor of the shed was perfectly normal, only, there was not even one sound. She couldn't even hear her breath.
It was dark inside the shed, a few sun rays could be seen from the cracks of the entrence. This light however, was not any light. It facinated Anastasia,
drawing her closer and closer to the light.
Once infront of the entrence, she managed to hear something, something unnatural.
Sighs were heared from every corner. Sighs of men, wimen, children, and all diffrent life forms.
Cracking noise came from the old rusty red doors.
And Anastasia walked outside, for no reason.
There was no sky, atleast, nothing that looked like one. The only that was seen, was a huge green - yellowish eye. Looking exactly at Anastasia. The
eye covered the whole sky, making her see nothing else in the sky above.
'Finally...' The voice was heared again. 'Tell me, young one, do you fear death?' It continued.
"I don't know who ya are! Or where ya from! But... Just go away! And give me
mommy and daddy back!" The child cried.
'Very well then, you shall join them soon enough!' The voice said, and the eye closed.
The eye became smaller and smaller, revealing what was a dragon like face.
Anastasia knew this face from legends... The O-Kagachi... It didn't shrink,
it flew higher, revealing the snakes around it, the spirit flew down in high speed, to Anastasia.
Anastasia closed her eye, and put her arms infront of her face, protecting
it. After a minute she opened her eyes again, and there it was. The O-Kagachi. Inches away from her. The only thing that she could see was white.
She touched it, and cut her finger. Appearently, this was a fang. It was
bigger then the background overlooming the countryside.
Anastasia put her finger in her mouth, covering the wound. She looked
around, searching for the sorce that stopped this mighty Kami. She looked to
the left, no one. Then to the right, still no one. Infront of her, was the fang.
"Don't be afraid. Its over now." A man's voice was heared from behind her.
Anastasia turned around, and saw a Soratami Apprentice standing there.
"Wh- Who are you?" The young girl asked.
"My name, is Irkamur." The Soratami answered. "And what is yours?"
"M- My name... Is An- Anestasia" The little girl said, sobbing with tears in her eyes.
"Well then Anestasia. Nice to meet you. How about you follow me? I know a
really fun place! Where you will meet lotsa friends!" Irkamur said gladly.
"I guess so... O- Okay!" The little girl answered.

Five years have passed since the meeting of Irkamur. In that time, he took her to Oboro, where he tried to tutor her the way of the Soratami. There, Anestasia came in touch with Iqoi mana.

On a very clear day, a week before Anestasia's 5th year in Oboro. She recieved a scroll.
She was given it in the middle of the garden, with all her friends around
her. All curious to see what is in it. She read:
'Anestasia,
You must follow Irkamir on a important quest. To finish your training.'
A smile appeared on her face, and she rolled the scroll back into its original position.
Irkamur's house was only 5 minutes away. And these five minutes, were the longest of this little girl's life. She knew Irkamur for all her life, he was her father. Although, she thought so.
Irkamur was standing infront of his house. The tall human, wearing a blue robe, covering everything exept for his head, walked up to Anestasia.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes." The girl answered.
The pair took off, down the mountain, to the endless fields of grain.
It was warm. Anestasia wasn't used to being down the mountain. It was where she lived, where she studied, where she ate, drank and slept. It was her home.
"Are we there yet?" Anestasia asked.
"No." Was the answer of Irkamur.
The trip was long, passing camps and homes, of all kind of races. Some that she had never heared about.
"Irkamur, where are we going?" Anestasia asked.
"Just wait and see."
A few days of walking had passed. And in the horizon, a small house, with a small red garage next to it, surrounded by grain fields was seen.
"Irkamur, where are we?"
"This, is your home. I found you here. You will stay here." The man answered, crying.
"Whats wrong?! Don't cry! It'll make me cry!"
"I- I'm sorry. I couldn't do anyhintg about it." Irkamur said.

For Anestasia, everything became black.

She was banished by the Soratami.

She woke up, not knowing for how long she passed out. She only knew three things. She was hungry, thirsty and moving.
A large arm, around her waist, lying on a shoulder, as large as her torso, Anestasisa was held upside down, bye an Ogre.
"Gon'a make dinner. Gon'a eat humie. Gon'a hav fun." The Ogre sang to himself.
'Whe- Where am I?' Anestasia thought. Not knowing what was going on.
The Ogre continued to walk, up a mountain, into a cave.
The cave was cold and damp, some piles of bones in the right corner. A few bones here and there.
The Ogre walked to the right side of the cave, and took a rope.
"Wha- Hey! Let go of me!" Anestasia screamed.
"Human quiet! Me hungry!" The Ogre snarled. He put Anestasia down, and tied
the rope around her with amazing speed and strength. After he was done he threw her ionto the bones in the left corner of the cave and said: "You now stay quiet! Or me eat ya no cooked!"
"You- You're gonna eat me?! What?! Help!!!! Help!!!!!!!!!!" The child screamed.
The Ogre sighed and looked around him. Anestasia could see he was searching for something. After a minute or two, of panting and sighing of the Ogre, he found what he was searching for. A red apple, well, green by now, was held in his large right hand. His left hand reached for Anestasia's hair, and grabbed it firm. Anestasia screamed with pain, and the Ogre shoved the apple into her mouth, making her unable to make a sound.
The Ogre turned back to the entrence of the cave, and took something from behind a rock, a large black cauldron was in his hands. He gathered some dry wood pieces with his right foot, and laid the cauldron next to it. The Ogre looked at Anestasia and smiled. He looked around him, searching for some fire, but it was a rainy day, so there was no fire around. The Ogre made a sad face and thought outload: "No fir. I 'us eat humie raw."
Melinda's eyes grew wider with horror as she heared the Ogre talk and used her feet to try and crawl up against the wall behind her.
The Ogre turned his attention back at the child. The Ogre licked his lips, and walked thowards Anestasia, both his hands infrong of him, ready to grab the little child. "Hungry......" The Ogre mumbled, coming closer. "Someone! Help me! Help me!" Anestasia screamed.
"Hey. Step back from my dinner!" A diffrent voice sounded from the entrence of the cave, that was now covered by the Ogre's large body.
The Ogre infront of Anestasia turned around, and looked at this visotor, but quickly fell back to the ground, a scorched hole in the Ogre's chest was seen.
Behind the fallen Ogre, a diffrent Ogre stood, his finger still pointing to the corpse of the first Ogre. The new Ogre walked up to the pile of wood, and pointed at it. A small fireball flew to it. Once the fireball hit the wood, the fire continued to burn on it, creating a small campfire.
The Ogre turned his attention back to Anestasia and said: "Well. You wouldn't mind if I cooked you first, right?"
Anestasia looked around with fear, searching for something that would help her. A sharp bone was next to her. She used it to start and cut the ropes open. The Ogre looked at the girl and pointed at the bone. A small explosion took place, shattering the small bone into little pieces. The pieces pierced skin, clothes and some of the rope, releasing her.
She stood up and took out the rotten apple from her mouth. She threw the apple aside and said: "Leave me alone!"
"Brave little girl aren't you? Tell me, whats your name?" The Ogre responded.
"Shut up! Let me out of here! Help! Help!!" She shouted.
"Sssh, I am not going to eat you. You have potential! So tell me, what is your name?" The Ogre repeated.
"Like I'm gonna trust you! Help!! Help!" The girl continued shouting.
"O-" A fireball flew next to Anestasia's head, making her shut up. "Okay shut up! I am not going to eat you! I want to teach you the arts of pyromancy." The Ogre reapeated with a voice with no patiance.
"Yo- You're what?"
"Yes, you heared me right. So, tell me your name."
"I- I have no idea." Anestasia answered confused.
"Hm. Very well then. Let me give you a name. How about... Remasu! Remasu Yul!" The Ogre claimed.
"O- okay... Fair enough." Remasu answered, not quite sure why an Ogre just made up a name for her.

Ten years have passed, learning the art of pyromancy, Remasu became a feared sorceres in a small erea in the north-east of Kamigawa. The Ogre, Kohm, took advantage from her, and became flithy rich. He took over a part of Kamigawa
because of her, and bathed in gold and other treasures. A group of rebels,
Orochi rebels assasinated him, and banished Remasu from the kingdom.

The wind was blowing hard, Remasu, 20 years old by now, walked through the desert, covered in a black cloak. Beneath it, a white t-shirt, with some scorched holed on her cloak. Long black pant, sliding against the desert's surface. 'Damn. If I keep this up I'm gonna die.' She thought.
'No water... No food... Damn it!' She thought.
But then, she saw something. A black hooded figure, stood a dozen of yards away.
She reached her hand forward, and started walking to the man, not sure if he was real or not.
The man streached his arm, his palm pointing up, telling Remasu that she should grab hold of it. Remasu did not hesitate, and grabbed it.
A huge smile could be seen from behind the man's dark hood, of white sharp teeth, the hooded figure waved with his other arm next to him, and a portal appeared. He let go of Remasu, and walked into, his arm behind him telling her that she should follow.
Behind the portal, were gardens, fountains and a huge white building infront of her. There was no sign of the hooded figure, she was there, but, alone.
What she didn't know, is that she was on Arcanis, and the building infront of her, was the Academy of Magic.


Decklist:
(R U)

Volcanic Hammer
Sorcery
1R
Volcanic Hammer deals 3 damage to target creature or player.

Shock
Instant
R
Shock deals 2 damage to target creature or player.

Lava Spike
Sorcery - Arcane
R
Lava Spike deals 3 damage to target player.

Red Elemental Blast
Instant
R
Counter target blue spell, or destroy target blue permanent.

Counterspell
Instant
UU
Counter target spell.

Mana Leak
Instant
1U
Counter target spell unless it's controller pays 3.

Counterbalance
Enchantment
UU
Whenever an opponent plays a spell, you may reveal the to card of your library, if the revealed card shares the same converted mana cost with the cast spell, counter that spell.

Incinirate
Instant
1R
Incinirate deals 3 damage to target creature or player. A creature dealt damage this way cannot be regenerated this turn.

Lightning Bolt
Instant
R
Lightning Bolt deals 3 damage to target creature or player.

Envelope
Instant
U
Counter target Sorcery spell.

[Ivory Crane]

Name: Achelos Saturos, the Ivory Crane
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Kitsune
Place of birth: Taiyori, on the plane of Raxemon

Physical Appearance: Achelos dresses plainly for a master martial artist of an plane. He dresses in a white robe with gold trim, befitting his station as a Defender Lord of Taiyori, his fur is bright orange, but his paws and tail are silver-furred, for reasons beyond his understanding. Since he wears his robe loosely over his shoulders, he wears a simple black tunic, leggings, and boots.

Personality: Achelos is a kitsune martial arts artist with an attitude problem. Anyone who insults him is likely to get kicked in the face. That's not to say he's a bad guy, he's actually a nice guy. Just be careful of what you say; he's heard enough of people giving him hell for not being worthy of his title of Defender Lord.

Bio: Achelos Saturos was born in the crowded captial city of Taiyori, on the plane of Raxemon. Raxemon is a plane divided by the five elements. The center is aspected to the element of Wood, where the Tree of All Life stands. The north is aspected to Earth, where the Great Mountains stand. In the west is Air, which is locked in snow seven out of nine months of the year. Fire is in the East, shown by its burning deserts. Finally, Water is the South, shown by the number of islands in that direction. It is said that once per generation, the Tree of All Life names five beings whose power makes them capable of wielding mana. This time around, however, only four beings were chosen. The fifth being, the Ivory Crane, was yet to be named.

Not that this mattered to Achelos. Achelos's mother, a simple washerwoman, was more concerned with seeing him growing up to be a healthy young man. As it happened, he did...albeit one with fantastic skill with martial arts. When it came to kung-fu tournaments, no one could beat him...and for a priest, the reason why simple. He was the Fifth Chosen...the Ivory Crane. Most people didn't like this. It was impossible for a kitsune to be the Ivory Crane, the Ivory Crane was usually an Aven. And yet, it made sense. To settle the dispute, the priest, named Selendro, decided to take him to the Tree of All Life, all the way from the frozen wastes of the West.

The Tree's verdict: Yes. He was indeed the Ivory Crane. This caused an uproar throughout the entire plane of Raxemon, but there was no denying the Tree's words, and everything checked out. Now that all five beings had been chosen, it was time for them to start training...training in mana summoning, that is. That's when five people appeared, taking them to various places where they could learn their new trade. Achelos had the luck of being brought to the Academy of Magic.

Deck type: Fox of Sword and Staff

Decklist

Samurai of the Pale Curtain
WW
Creature/Fox/Samurai
Bushido 1
If a permanent would be into the graveyard, remove it from play instead.
2/2

Kitsune Loreweaver
1W
Creature/Fox/Cleric
1W: Kitsune Loreweaver gains +0/+X, where X is the number of cards in your hand.
2/1

Split-Tail Miko
1W
Creature/Fox/Cleric
W, T: Prevent the next 2 damage that would be dealt to target player or creature this turn.
1/1

Kitsune Diviner
W
Creature/Fox/Cleric
T: Tap target Spirit.
0/1

Holy Day
W
Instant
Prevent all combat damage that would be dealt to you this turn.

Test of Faith
1W
Instant
Prevent 3 damage that would be dealt to target creature and put 1 +1/+1 counter on that creature for each 1 damage prevent this way.

Call to Glory
1W
Instant
Untap all creatures you control. Samurai you control get +1/+1 until EOT.

Pacifism
1W
Enchantment Aura
Enchant Creature
Enchanted Creature can't attack or block.

Seal of Cleansing
1W
Enchantment
Sacrifice Seal of Cleansing: Destroy target artifact or enchantment.

Sunlance
W
Sorcery
Sunlance deals 3 damage to target nonwhite creature.

[Titus Numerius Cursor]

Name: Titus Numerius Cursor (Ti for short)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Place of birth: Terra Nostrum

Terra Nostrum: It’s basically modern day Earth with one exception. The Roman Empire conquered the whole world and showed off their arrogance (once again) by naming the world Terra Nostrum (Our Land). There are only minor differences, like there’s an Emperor but he is mainly a figure head. The economy is mainly capitalist but it’s done in the Roman sense, with forums and stuff like that. Let’s just say websites, like eforum.com, are really popular. Oh and the Mafia is perfectly legal. You have to love Rome.

Physical Appearance: About 5’ 10,” He has short brown hair and pale blue eyes. Titus always has a tan thanks to his Italian heritage. He normally wears blue jeans and a tee-shirt, of which he has a seemingly unending supply, except on Fridays, when he always wears dress clothes and a bow-tie, in honor of Marcus (explained later). No matter what Ti always has his trusty pair of sun glasses on his head but he never actually uses them. The sun glasses have the amazing ability to never fall off his head no matter what he does. He has the Blue Mana symbol burned into his back (also explained later).

Personality: Titus is very laid back and easy going. He is very non-confrontational. He pretends to be incredibly lazy (often say “but that requires work.”) but he drops the act as soon as he becomes serious. He makes friends very easily and will do anything to protect them, even die. He hates people who are disrespectful and mean.

Quotes:
“Merda, Futuere, futuō.”
“But that requires work.”
“And it’s Mr. Titus Numerius Cursor to you.”
"Epicus Error!"


Bio: Titus’ family, the Numerius (Latin names are weird. The Middle name is his family’s name. If you want I can tell you about them but it requires too much effort to do it right now), are an extremely influential family of senators, who live in Rome itself (a big thing in Terra Nostrum because Rome is the capital of the world). Unfortunately the Cursors are a lower branch family that acts as bodyguards for the main family. Ever since he was young Titus was viscously trained and conditions to fight. His tolerance for pain is so high he’s been stabbed before and brushed it off as a minor scratch (asked Shade the Reaper where I got that one from). He specializes in an anti-weapon style of fighting. Around age ten he and his family discovered he had the rare talent for using Blue Mana. He was then sent to train with the magicians in Britain, where he picked up an accent that never went away. They taught him what little they knew and he quickly mastered it. Later he began protecting his cousin, Marcus, a funny little kid who always wore a bow-tie.

About a year ago Titus and Marcus were in Rome, awaiting the celebrations that signified the crowning of a new Emperor. Against Ti’s better judgment they where taking a short cut through the warehouse district of Rome. Titus was uneasy because Marcus had received various death threats sinced he had been named heir to the family. Pretty soon they were ambushed (could of seen that one coming) by a party of around thirty guys. Titus, knowing he could fight that many people at once, told Marcus to run for it. Quickly Ti crippled or knocked out twenty five of them but the remaining five were chasing after Marcus. By the time Titus caught up to them Marcus was already dead. Out of shear anger Ti cornered the last five guys in a warehouse and set fire to it. Unluckily for everyone, including Titus, the building was full of Roman candles, which promptly exploded.

Some time later Titus woke up in a strange bed. His back was heavily burned (see description). It turned out an old man, who Titus had never met before, had saved him and nursed him back to life. The old man told Titus that if he really wanted to protect his friends he needed to prefect his magic. The old man then told him about an academy that could teach him everything he wanted to know. Ti never saw the old man again. It took him about a year but he finally managed to get to that academy and now he awaits the powers that be’s decision.

Deck type: Counterspell (well what were you expecting from a Blue Mana user?)

Decklist:
Creatures:

Minamo Scrollkeeper
(1U)
2/3
Defender, Your maximum hand size is increased by one.

Instants:

counterspell x4
(UU)
Counter target spell.

Disrupt
(U)
Counter target instant or sorcery spell unless its controller pays (1).

Chain of Vapor
(U)
Return target nonland permanent to its owner's hand. Then that permanent's controller may sacrifice a land. If the player does, he or she may copy this spell and may choose a new target for that copy.

Clairvoyance
(U)
Look at target player's hand, Draw a card at the beginning of the next turn's upkeep.

Curfew
(U)
Each player returns a creature he or she controls to its owner's hand.

Spell Snare
(U)
Counter target spell with converted mana cost 2.

[Firloz]

Name: Firloz.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human


Physical Characteristics -- Crimson Red hair, Goldenrod with flecks of dark orange and red eyes. His left eye is prone to distinct color change when casting spells outside of the red mana pool. Left arm has some distinct burn scars.

Personality – Controlled pyromaniac, likes to watch things burn. Has a propensity towards hanging out near weapon forges, and a huge curiosity towards the ways of the artificer.

Biography – Origionally from Material plane of Greyhawk. Was born in a small smitheshop that was razed by bandits week after his thirteenth birthday, he spent two straight days watching as the forge was burnt to the ground, and in doing so unlocked his latent propensity toward the flame. Over the next two years he spent his time wandering from town to town marveling at fire and that it holds, eventually researched a bit on evocation, and spent three months learning his first spell, lightning bolt. Was told of an academy where research of flames and all other magic were not directly frowned upon and spent his life savings

Deck Type – burn and/or equipment

Deck Listing –

Death spark R -instant- deal 1 dmg to target creature or player, if the card directly above this one in the graveyard is a creature you may pay (1) to return it to your hand
0A

Desperate ritual (1)R -instant, arcane- add RRR to your mana pool. Splice into arcane (1)R

Fire//Ice (1)R//(1)U -instant//instant- Deals 2 dmg divided as you choose amongst any number of target creatures and/or players // Tap target permanent, draw a card

Glacial Ray (1)R -instant, arcane- deal 2 damage to target creature or player. Splice into the arcane (1)R

Incinerate(1) R - instant- deal 3 damage to target creature or player, creatures dealt damage this way cannot be regenerated.

Isochron Scepter (2) -atifact- Imprint- When isochron Scepter comes into play, you may remove an instant w/ converted mana cost 2 or less from the game, th at card is imprinted. (2),T: If you do you may copy the imprinted instant card . You may play the copy w/o paying its mana cost

Lightning bolt R -instant- deal 3 damage to target creature or player.

Mogg Fanatic R -creature, goblin (1/1)- Sacrifice mogg fanatic: mogg fanatic deals 1 dmg to target creature or player.

Scorched Rusalka R -creature, spirit, (1/1)- R,Sacrifice a creature: Scorched rusalka deals 1 damage to target player

Slith Firewalker RR -creature, slith (1/1)- Haste When Slith firewalker deals combat damage to a player put a +1/+1 counter on it.

Mox diamond 0 artifact, If Mox Diamond would come into play, you may discard a land card instead. If you do, put Mox Diamond into play. If you don't, put it into its owner's graveyard.
T Add one mana of any color to your mana pool.

Feldon's cane 1 artifact, T remove feldon's cane from the game, shuffle all cards in your graveyard back into your library.
MY Spellbook
Death spark
Desperate ritual
Fire//Ice
Glacial Ray
Incinerate
Isochron Scepter
Lightning bolt
Mogg Fanatic
Scorched Rusalka
Slith Firewalker
mox diamond
Feldon's cane x 2
neurok Stealthsuit x2
Craqnial plating x 3

This post has been edited by Firloz on Nov 28 2008, 05:06 PM

[Solael Lifeweaver]

Name: Solael Lifeweaver
Race: Avariel
Age: Physically and mentally 16, but actually quite a bit older because of how elves age.
Height: 6'3"
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown

General Appearance: On his journey to the Academy, he has exchanged his forest clothing for an odd assembly of other clothing, a pair of brown jeans with a green and white shirt that had robe-like sleeves., holes cut in the back for his wings.

Personality: Exuberant, playful, and a mischief maker, always be on the lookout for him popping up unexpectedly and pulling a trick on you. There are times he is serious, though, especially during times of conflict or when he is healing someone, and during those times he can be quite somber and wise, reflecting his actual age instead of his mental age. Never fond of battle, he would much prefer to be a medic or scout

Biography: Long ago, one of his ancestors fell in love with a beautiful woman he found in the forest. This woman was an angel, having hid her self in the guise of an elf as she traversed the forest, hoping to escape capture from a terrible king who sought to imprison her. The elf graciously took her in, giving her a place to rest, until they both realized they were meant for each other. A few years passed, and they were married and had a child who, due to the angel's interference, bore no sign of it's angelic heritage, looking for all the world a normal elf. Unfortunately, not long after the child was born, the king's army had tracked her down and took her away after killing the father, leaving the child to grow up with the child's grandparents. Decades passed with no sign the angel had survived as the child grew, his loneliness compounded by him not having any affinity to manna like the others he knew. Centuries passed, the child became an adult and had children of her own, one of those children grew, and had Solael, all without a single elf capable of manna being born...until now. Four generations after an elf unknowingly took an angel as his bride, Solael is born and the first in his family to have manna, but most peculiarly, he was also first to be born with wings, causing quite an stir when his angelic heritage was discovered, eventually ending with him being christened an Avariel, one of the winged elves of their folklore. Despite this, things quickly quieted down and Solael lived a rather quiet life, which always bored him, possibly explaining why he was such a troublemaker when he wasn't flying in the sunlight. His manna truly became apparent one summer day after an accident grievously injured his father and he felt a great loss of energy while his father's wounds healed before their eyes. After a few more tests, they decided his talents with healing would be best put to use if he could find a proffessional healer to learn from. So it was with a heavy heart that he packed his belongins and said a tearful goodbye to his parents as he left to find the academy.


Initial Deck: River of Life {WG}
01. Dawnglow Infusion
02. Lotus Petal
03. Isochron Scepter
04. Life Burst
05. Soul Warden
06. Llanowar Elves
07. Wellwisher
08. Essence Warden
09. Nourish
10. Quiet Disrepair
11-12. Test of Endurance

[Tuila]

Name, Slave: Tuila
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Bel`dorei
Plane of birth: Anora
Description: Anora is a plane much similar to that of earth, circa 1400’s. The plane has a lot of forests a very little bodies of water. The plane is full of fields and forests. The are a few desolate swamps and one major mountain range.

Physical Appearance: She has long black hair which goes into braids down below her waist. Her slate blue eyes show little expression. She is about 4' 7" in height. She wears a leather collar around her neck that has a black pendant on it. She wears a maroon and white dress which is that of a maid.(See picture.)

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Personality: She is quiet and mysterious. She doesn’t like to be surrounded by people, especially people she doesn’t know. She tends to hide in the shadows and find out about people before she gets to know them…if she decides to get to know them. When approached she takes the defensive even if they mean her no harm. When one gets to know her she is still reserved and doesn’t show her true self. She fears humans and doesn’t say much.

Bio: A long time ago a race of angels was under siege from a group of humans. This particular group of angels were quiet passive and were defeated easily. The angels were taken as slaves and their wings clipped so they couldn’t fly away.

After years of the angels not being able to use their wings the wings shrunk in size and became weak. Now even if the angels wanted to they couldn’t fly as their wings were too weak. The angels became known as Bel`dorei.

There was this particularly nasty man who’s ancestor led the fight against the Bel`dorei. He owned a slave by the name Tuila. She was a pretty girl, well at least she used to be. He beat her when she didn’t do something right and she slept on the floor in his room.

When she reached the age of 16 she found out that she an ability to lessen the effects of the beatings. So they would barely even leave a bruise. She continue to work for the man even though she despised him knowing that she didn’t have to worry about the beatings. On the night of her 17th birthday he noticed that she had no bruises anywhere on her body. He was furious at her. He beat her until she couldn’t hold up a shield anymore and passed out from using too much mana. He continued to beat her for several hours until he could no longer move his arms to swing.

The next morning…well closer to noon, Tuila woke up barely able to move her body. She crawled out of the room away from the man who was out cold. It took her about fifteen minutes to be able to walk, with some trouble; she didn’t look presentable even for a slave. She limped out of the house and down the pathway, toward a wood.

After walking for about 30 minutes she heard the sounds of dogs and humans shouting. She knew they were looking for her. She ran due to fear of being found and brought back to that house. The adrenaline that pumped through her veins allowed her to run for about five-ten minutes, before she went through some brush and came to a cliff. This cliff was about 40 feet high. She jumped hoping her wings would carry her down. That didn’t happen though. Her wings slowed her down for the first five-ten feet or so and then she freefell the rest of the way. When she landed she collapsed to the ground with a broken leg and passed out.

A middle aged man, with short black hair, walked by about a half hour later. This man had a kind face and was average in build. He saw her there passed out, by a pool of water, with a broken leg. He scooped her up and brought her to his cabin. He brought her to a spare bedroom and laid her on the bed. He put a healing salve on her leg and wrapped it, infusing the bandages with a Nourish spell.

She woke in the bed a couple days later, with a start. She looked around and saw she was a in a small cozy room. She quickly made her way out of the bed and put her dress back on. It looked as it had been cleaned. She made her way through the house cautiously to a back entrance she stumbled upon. She got out of the house as quickly and quietly as she could. She didn’t think about the fact she had broken her leg not long ago. She was able to move very easily.

Once she had exited the house she made her way rather quickly down a path for a little while and decided it would be better to go though the woods. She veered off the path and made her way through a mess of brush. After a good while of walking she burst into a clearing. In this clearing there was a man, the same man that healed her leg, sitting on a lone rock, his eyes closed legs crossed.

“It took you longer then I thought.” he said right after she burst into the clearing. He didn’t move or open his eyes.

The girl looked at him scared that he would bring her back to that house.

“I will not harm you. In fact I’ll help you; help you escape from your past.” he spoke in even tones.

She stared at him for a few moments not moving and then turned and bolted back into the brush. The man sighed as he should’ve seen something like this happening. The girl continued running until she came to the road where she burst from the road right into the side of a carriage. She fell back hitting her head. She stayed conscious long enough to see her old masters face before she blacked out.

She awoke hours later as it was pitch dark out. She was chained to the wall in her masters bedroom. She sat in misery hoping her master wouldn’t come in. Sadly to her dismay her master entered five minutes later. He walked over to stand in front of her and looked at her in disgust.

“You piece of crap.” he said. “You think you could get away from me. You are scum and you are forever to serve me.” He then hit her with a hook to the left cheek.

She prevented the damage but he continued to hit her. He didn’t stop until she was again unconscious and bleeding. She had black and blues all across her body. The next morning, while she was still unconscious the man came to the masters house.

The man answered the door and asked gruffly, “What do you want?”

“Fair sir, I would like to purchase your young slave girl.” he said to the master.

The master said harshly, “She’s not for sale.”

“Good man, I’ll pay handsomely for her.” the middle-aged man said.

“I said she’s not for sale.” the master repeated.

“Sir, you name your price, I’ll pay whatever it is.”

“She’s not for sale.” he said again getting irritated.

“Good sir everyone has a price, what is it?” the middle-aged man asked.

The master took a moment to respond. “1,000 gil.” the master said.

The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a bag transmuting it as he grabbed for it. “Here you are.” the man said. “A little extra in there for your troubles.” he said with a faint smile.

The man took the pouch and opened it seeing the money was there, he walked into the house leaving the man there for a moment. He came back dragging the girl by a chain attached to a collar around her neck. “She’s your problem now.” the master said handing him the chain.

The man led her back to the little cottage and took the chain off of the collar after bringing her to the kitchen. “Are you going to run again?” he asked her.

She just stared at him scared what he might do. He made a moved to touch where she was cut and she flinched. He preceded to touch the spot and cast Sun’s Bounty on the cut healing it.

She continued to stare at him and spoke for the first time. “What are you?” she asked softly.

“I’m the same as you. A caster, a person who can use magic.” he said smiling. “I’m going to help you free yourself and learn to better defend yourself. If you trust me come with me.” He made his way behind his house with her following cautiously. “Go to the Academy of Magic they’ll teach you to defend yourself and teach you to become stronger.”

He created a portal and stepped back so she could walk through it. She made her way into the portal turning as to say thank you just in time to see a poisoned tip arrow go through his heart and him to fall through the ground. She saw her old master and ran into the portal it closing before her master could follow…

Deck type: B/W Protection/Deny

Decklist:

White:
Angel song 1W
Instant
Prevent all combat damage that would be dealt this turn.
Cycling 2:(2, Discard this card: Draw a card.)

Awe Strike W
Instant
The next time target creature would deal damage this turn, prevent that damage. You gain life equal to the damage prevented this way.

Circle of Protection: Black 1W
Enchantment
1: The next time a black source of your choice would deal damage to you this turn, prevent that damage.

Circle of Protection: Blue 1W
Enchantment
1: The next time a black source of your choice would deal damage to you this turn, prevent that damage.

Circle of Protection: Green 1W
Enchantment
1: The next time a black source of your choice would deal damage to you this turn, prevent that damage.

Circle of Protection: Red 1W
Enchantment
1: The next time a black source of your choice would deal damage to you this turn, prevent that damage.

Circle of Protection: White 1W
Enchantment
1: The next time a black source of your choice would deal damage to you this turn, prevent that damage.

D'Avenant Healer 1WW
Creature - Human Cleric Archer
(T): D'Avenant Healer deals 1 damage to target attacking or blocking creature.
(T): Prevent the next 1 damage that would be dealt to target creature or player this turn.
1/2

Dawn Charm 1W
Instant
Choose one - Prevent all combat damage that would be dealt this turn; or regenerate target creature; or counter target spell that targets you.

Black:
Contaminated Bonds 1B
Enchantment - Aura
Enchant creature
Whenever enchanted creature attacks or blocks, its controller loses 3 life.

Black/White:
Edge of Divinity W/B
Enchantment - Aura
Enchant Creature
As long as enchanted creature is white, it gets +1/+2
As long as enchanted creature is black, it gets +2/+1

Nightsky Mimic 1 W/B
Creature - Shapshifter
Whenever you play a spell that is both white and black, Nightsky Mimic becomes a 4/4 and gains flying until end of turn.
2/1

Nip Gwyllion W/B
Creature - Hag
Lifelink
1/1

Artifact:
Tormod's Crypt 0
Artifact
(T): Sacrifice Tormod's Crypt: Remove target player's graveyard from the game.

This post has been edited by Tuila on Nov 11 2008, 01:56 PM

[Marcus]

Name: Marcus Faelnir

Race: Techno-Human (Human body that had machinery incorporated into it, as seen in the Esper shard)

Age: Marcus is 26.

Gender: Male

Plane of Birth: Bant

Physical Characteristics: Marcus is 6'5", he has green eyes, he ahs a very strong athletic build. Being a trained knight, he is physically honed, and he is skilled at the use of most conventional weapons of warfare, and with many armor types and shields.

Personality: Marcus, is a reasonably humble person, and is a very intelligent individual. He sometimes has a hard time fitting in with people, but his decisions are very strong, he never has neutral feelings for someone, either he would die for you, or he would kill you as soon as look at you.

Biography: Marcus, born on Bant, was trained from a young boy to be a knight. He is a noble of the highest rank. He went on many successful quests, and gained the approval of most everyone in the city, and surrounding area that he lived. After many years of tedious quests, he met a powerful mage, a planeswalker. The planeswalker told him of peril on another world. Marcus decided he should go help out the people on the other world. Once there, he learned it was called Esper, it was a land filled with Artifacts of great power, and the creatures there were all in part artifacts. Marcus, fought valiantly for several months, until he found a warrior that was his equal in combat. They struggled for several hours in combat. The other warrior slowly weakened, and seeing an opening Marcus brought his large sword down in a powerful swing, but what Marcus did not know of his opponent was that he had magical skill, before he could react, the other warrior had teleported behind him, and as he turned, a blast of magical energy hit him on the left side, obliterating his arm, and damaging most of his torso on that side. Luckily for Marcus, an Esper healer found him before he had died. The only way the healer knew how to save him however was to incorporate the technology that was inherent on that plane into his body. When Marcus finally awoke, he realized that his injuries were healed, but that his arm was not of flesh. It took him a great while to get used to the idea, however he found that his sword which previously he had to use two hands to lift, he could now lift in his technological arm quite easily. Another thing he noticed, was that with the addition of the arm, he had also gained the ability to use what the healer called mana. Several days after that discovery a planeswalker by the name of Tezzeret found Marcus, and told him of a place he had heard of that could teach him to use mana. So when Tezzeret opened a portal for him, Marcus picked up his great sword, and stepped through to what was called The Academy of Magic.....

Deck Type: Artifact Manipulation

Deck List:
(3) Etherium Sculptor 1U 1/2
Artifact Creature - Vedalken Artificer Artifact spells you play cost 1 less to play.

(2) Echoing Truth 1U
Instant Return target nonland permanent and all other permanents with the same name as that permanent to their owners' hands.

(3) Talisman of Dominance 2
Artifact T: Add 1 to your mana pool. T: add U or B to your mana pool. Talisman of Dominance deals 1 damage to you.

(2) Talisman of Indulgence 2
Artifact T: Add 1 to your mana pool. T: add B or R to your mana pool. Talisman of Indulgence deals 1 damage to you.

(2) Lotus petal 0
Artifact T, Sacrifice Lotus Petal: Add one man of any color to your mana pool.

This post has been edited by Marcus on Nov 8 2008, 07:56 PM

[Tifal Sillis]

Race: Neko-Cat Anthromorph
Age:22
Gender: Female
Plane of Origin: Felini

Appearance: Tifal is different from most Felinian’s which is why she became an outsider. She has cat like ears and a tail that are a hazelnut. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. She is very slender and fast. She has a belt slung around her waist with a gun and sword holster. She wears a brown vest with a white tee shirt under it and long brown pants.

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Personality: Tifal is very quiet but that is mostly due to her being a mute. She is very serious when it comes to certain things. She understand that people require their space at times and that nothing is as it always seemed. She rarely dislikes someone for how they look and loves to be around females more then males for some reason that not even she can explain. She can easily mask her emotions till one reaches a certain point and then she just reacts to it.

Background:
When she was young Tifal had ended up an orphan she long ago locked those memories up of what happened to her mother and father never wanting to see it again. She lived in the lower section of the main city Atero where she survived by stealing. She was easily stealthy thanks to being a mute which allowed her to steal whatever she needed. When she was spotted she was fast enough to get away and lose the people who chased her. She grew up like this for six years till she was 14.

One day she snuck into the wrong place. She had only ever heard rumors of the assassins guild different things like assassins were dark people who killed solely for fun and that you never crossed an assassin. She looked around as she made her way down sneaking carefully through the corridors until finally she was caught. She looked at the woman her long bunnies ears were perked up as her crystal blue eyes looked at the girl.

“What are you doing her child?” her soft velvet voice rang through the halls as other cloaked figures appeared around her.

Tifal looked at her with her brown eyes as her hands moved to her throat and then in a X trying to communicate that she could speak.

The bunny looked at her and then asked again “What are you doing her child. We will not kill you.” He velvet voice was softer as Tifal looked at her again.

Tifal sighed and began to write in the dust on the floor I can not speak.

The bunny looked at the writing and smiled as her hands slipped around Tifal’s neck and tied a rope around it “Good then now we can lock you up with no one hearing.” She said.

Tifal just felt the rope pulling her and she followed. They put chains around her hands and feet and chained her neck to the wall. Tifal just looked at the bunny as she slid her paw through her hair and then kissed her “Poor thing you just snuck into the wrong place.” She said.

She got to the door and just dropped a dagger “If you do manage to get out of those then come see me.” She said giggling a bit and shut the door.

Tifal spent that night crying until she fell asleep into an uncomfortable slumber. When she woke up she smelt food and then jolted her head up the chains causing her pain. She smiled testing out how much she could move her hands and legs. Her arms could move all the way up to her hair and she felt something in her hair as she pulled it out smiling at the hair pin. She looked at it and moved her hands to the place it in-between her teeth and then she began to stick it into the lock as she moved it around. It took about 5 minutes of solid concentration to get the lock to fall off. She then took the hair pin in her hands and work on the neck chain it was harder and took a solid 25 minutes she then smiled and undid her chained feet.

She stretched and walked over to the food eating it. She then smiled and took the dagger in her hand and opened the door slitting the guards throat and then running up the stairs. She wanted to get out this was a bad place. She began to pant heavily as she finally got to the top. Her throat was dry and she wanted something to drink but she had to keep pushing. She looked around and then ran foreword and into a room.

“Took you long enough.” A soft velvet voice said happily.

Tifal looked at the bunny behind the desk.

“Did you really have to slit the guards throat though?” she asked “Though I have to say you did it very gracefully and he didn’t even see it coming. Tell me do you feel any guilt?”

Tifal glared at the woman.

“Right can’t talk um…here.” She said moving her hand then she could hear a mental voice.

<No I didn’t> Tifal thought.

“Good.” The rabbit said smiling as she stood up “You are fit, young, sneaky, beautiful, strong we want to have you join the assassin guild. I will be mentor if you accept.” The bunny said smiling “Everything will be provided for you food, water and a place to sleep.”

<sure.> Tifal responded wanting to not live a life of stealing food this gave her a way to make sure she was safe.

“My name is Pillow.” She said smiling.

Years passed as Tifal moved foreword she never once failed Pillow and began to love doing her work. She kept the city safe from people who wanted to do it harm or were planning something big. Finally one day came that she had to take a job off plane and that was when she saw her another female assassin on the plane that moved beautifully she never approached her but they had the same target and she couldn’t allow this one to steal her kill.

She smiled as she saw the girl and then she fired a shot off knocking out the dagger. The other girl looked at her “What are you a body guard?” the assassin asked. Tifal just smiled and then shot the target in the head in-between the eyes and waved as she jumped out the window and landed on all fours running. The assassin chased her and she smiled as looked at her guns chamber, it was empty, she put it back in the holster and drew her sword as she stopped.

“Your very beautiful. Shame I have to kill for killing my target.” The other assassin said smiling.

Tifal looked at her and then took a defensive position waiting for her to attack.

“What can’t you talk?” The other assassin asked looking at her.

Tifal shook her head answering the assassin’s question. She then felt something ting at her head. <Better> she heard a mental voice say.

<Ya.> she responded looking at the girl.

<Why did you kill my target?>

<He was my target to. I am from off plane.> Tifal said looking at her.

<Doesn’t excuse you breaking our code. Now we have to fight to see who gets the kill.> The assassin said pulling off her mask to reveal tan skin and long black hair.

Tifal blushed as she saw the female standing before her, she was beautiful <why killing another assassin is pointless.> Tifal said through the connection her tail began to wag back and forth rapidly.

<No but we need to find who gets the kill.> The assassin said repeating herself.

<Fine…> Tifal sighed <Can I at least get your name?> Tifal asked looking at her.

<Payne now we begin.> Payne said throwing two knives at Tifal who rolled out of the way.

Tifal went running as her moving to the side to dodge the knives that continued to be thrown at her. Tifal just smiled <Damn hot and a good assassin.> Tifal said in her mind as she got close enough to swipe at Payne who blocked the blade with her own sword.

<Not so bad yourself.> she retorted kicking Tifal with her leg sending them both back. Tifal landed on all four looking at Payne who had just flipped and landed on her feet.

Tifal smiled her tail wagging back and forth rapidly <Damn tail stop that.>

<Pay attention.> Payne said as her sword made a horizontal swing at her Tifal’s neck. Tifal ducked and then kicked Payne to the ground.

Payne fell flat on her butt with Tifal’s sword as her throat. Tifal smiled as her tail was wagging faster then normal as she could see down Payne’s shirt. A red flush crossed her face as she tried to look Payne in the eye.

<Kill me now.> Payne said looking at her.

Tifal just looked at her a sighed <I can’t kill you.> Tifal said looking at her.

<Why not?> Payne said looking at her.

<Simple your no threat to my plane so I can’t kill you.> Tifal said sheathing her sword and kicking Payne’s sword away in the distance.

Payne stood up looking at her and then pulled out a dagger swiping down. Tifal jumped back as her shirt was torn down the center. Tifal looked at her blushing a crimson red as she covered her chest. Payne smiled and looked at her as Tifal started to back up.

<Well at least we know you’re a girl.> Payne said charging her.

Tifal grabbed the hand with the knife and twisted it around <This was my favorite shirt.> Tifal said ripping off Payne’s <Their now we are even.> Tifal pulled out a small stone from her pocket <I’ve wasted to much time Pillow is going to be mad.> She took the knife and throw it in the distance patting down Payne to make sure she didn’t have anymore weapons and then when she saw that he didn’t threw her on the ground. Payne landed on her back giving Tifal a full view turning her even more crimson <I have to go.> she said running and then disappearing throw a make shift portal.

When she got back Pillow was sitting on her desk “What happened your blushing which is rare.> Pillow said smirking <Did you finally find a man?>

Tifal looked at her <Um…not exactly>

“What is not exactly mean?” Pillow asked cocking her eye.

<It was another female assassin.> Tifal said looking at her.

Pillow looked over Tifal again “You two get into a fight or did she just want to feel you up that bad?” Pillow asked commenting on her shirt.

Tifal blushed <I am gonna go get a shower and new cloths.> Tifal said.

<After that head to the armory your new sword and gun are in.> Pillow said smiling.

About 5 more years passed and Tifal continued her job only thinking of Payne whenever she was lonely. She smiled as she walked into Pillow’s office and looked at her. Pillow was wearing a new outfit as she looked at her.

<What?> Tifal asked looking at her.

“Today we are sending you to the academy of Magic.” Pillow said looking at Tifal “There you will learn the art of most assassin take years to be granted I asked the higher ups and they agreed that you could.” Pillow said smiling.

<So why are you happy?>

“Cause you get to explore the planes when we are not requesting missions of you. This means that you may meet that female assassin that you keep thinking about.” Pillow said smiling.

Tifal blushed and then looked at her <KK so when do I leave?> Tifal asked.

Pillow threw her, her sword and gun “In an hour.”

Tifal left for the academy, hope in heart, to find Payne and to learn to be a better assassin and to not let Pillow down.

Spells: Silent Kill
Pyroclasm(x2)
Magma Spray(x2)
Magma Jet(x2)
Dash Hopes(x2)
Soul Rend(x2)
Smother
Raven’s Crime

Felini

Plane: Felini
Biography of Plane:
Chronicle One: Planeswalkers
Felini was created long ago by the five planeswalkers Kimula Shallis, Tila Kius, Trui Phep, Felio Semp, and Kilo Sen. They created the plane as a peaceful place to relax and die. Each planeswalker made certain parts just for themselves to reflect they way they thought and their mana affiliation.
Kimula Shallis was the first of five to die. In her honor her friends buried her in the heart of the forest. This was the part that Kimula had made and loved to roam free in. They hoped that her spirit would love to continue to roam free in the jungle protecting it.
Tila Kius was a brave and loyal warrior. When she died it was at the surprise of the remaining three mostly cause they thought she would be last. In her honor they buried her under the mountains near the tallest volcano. He spirit remains protecting the mountain range and when she gets angry the volcano is said to erupt.
Trui Phep was the strangest of the group, he found peace in what most feared, to him the swamps were the most beautiful place to him and so when he died the remaining two parted the swamps for a second and then buried him under the swamp.
Felio Semp was the most knowledgeable of the group he found peace and serenity in simply watching the waves crash onto the shore. His birthplace was the sea and in the end it was his grave to. When he died Kilo Sen parted the ocean and buried his last friend under the depths.
Kilo Sen was the last to die. He found peace in the group, he maintained order. His death was now his choice and so he walked out into the plains of his creation and drew his sword lighting it on fire as he flew into the sky. He then lifted it up and stabbed himself blood falling to the ground as his body burned up.
Chronicle Two: The Blood
So it was that the bodies of the planeswalkers stayed in the places the died. But something happened when Kilo stabbed himself all of the bodies began to bleed and from their blood rose the Felinians. From Kimula rose the forest Felinians. These were the Felinians that claimed the forest as their birth rights. From the blood of Tila rose the reptilians and draconian. These claimed the mountains as their lands. From Trui’s blood rose the amphibian’s who claimed the swamp as their lands. From the blood of Felio rose the aquatics who claimed the ocean as their land. Kilo’s blood gave birth to the creatures of the sky and the first flaming drops were said to give birth to the Phoenix’s and so now Felini saw the birth of a new civilizations.
Chronicle Three: Civilization
In times the races learned to walk on their hind legs and the aquatics evolved no longer limiting to the ocean. Each specie began to build, tribes began to form and civilization was soon seen. Through the years tribes coexisted and together but built boundaries to settle disputes over certain things they held competitions. Finally after centuries of peace humans found the plane, they caused the first great war. The war went on for 25 years till finally the humans retreated through the portal they had come. During the war the tribes found that they could use the energy of the land around them to cast spells or summon other creatures to help them fight off the human invaders.
Chronicle Four: Unity
The tribes began to merge together and so the tribe leaders, of the time, met in the grand hall to discuss what they should do. The leaders agreed that the boundaries would be lifted and they would centralize in Atero, the home of the grand hall.
Chronicle Five: Guilds
The boundaries had been dropped and now the species were allowed to interact on more then just social standards. The people saw great advancements in technology, arts, and prosperity. They were flourishing in every aspect no one person lived in the street. Guilds began to form helping to keep people out of the streets and in business. The guilds made sure that the economy stayed in check. Four guilds were considered the ‘leader of the guilds’ these were the ones that everyone wanted to be accepted into. The first was the healers guild. Healers are always needed and made good money for about three hours of solid work. The second was the scholars guild. This is the guild that tends to the libraries, provides teachers for the schools, and they are important because they keep track of anything that the other guilds miss. The third guild is the fighters guild. Most that come out of here become bodyguards for important people, guards to cities, upholders of law, or they became hunters for simple criminals that the assassins guild didn’t bother with. The fourth and last guild is the guild of assassins. Even though they are the fourth it is said that they regulate all guilds. The assassins uphold all laws and keep the rest of the guilds in check it is said that there is one head of the guild and only one apprentice to that head.

Plane Mana Affiliation:
Green, Red, Black, Blue, White, and Colorless

Guild Mana Affiliation:
Healers Guild(B,W,R)
Scholars Guild(U,B,G)
Fighters Guild(R,G,W)
Assassin Guild(Any)
Artificers Guild(Colorless)
Rangers Guild(R,G,W)

Metals:
Basic Metals(Steel, Copper, iron, etc…)
Dark Metals(Enhanced versions of basic metals usually a darker shade of color)

Precious Gems:
Darkmoon(A beautiful and pure black stone)
Seamoon(A beautiful and pure blue stone)
Forestmoon(A beautiful and pure green stone)
Bloodmoon(A beautiful and pure red stone)
Healermoon(A beautiful stone that holds a misty appearance to it.)
Loversmoon(A beautiful rose pink stone said to keep lovers together forever.)
Rivermoon(A beautiful aqua stone.)
Earthmoon(A beautiful brown stone.)
Sunmoon(A beautiful yellow stone.)
Shadowmoon(A beautiful grey stone.)
Moonlight(A beautiful silver stone.)
Wolfsmoon(A beautiful Topaz stone)

Races:
Anthromorphs(All Types)
Neko-Anthromorphs

Population:
Anthromorphs 50%
Neko-Anthromorphs 50%

Weapons Age:
Modern

Technology:
Depends on Guild

Economical System:
Guild System

[Raven Bloodfyre]

"My name is Raven Bloodfyre." Says a young man with descending spikish red hair, his brown eyes showing little to no emotion at all. He appeared to be in his early twenties or late teenage years wearing a black collared shirt that fit over his lithe body. "I was informed that if I came through some portal that I'd be able to become more powerful, then what I could have if I had stayed on that desolate wasteland." He then gave a slight cough and fainted. If one would smeel around him they would note a scent of ash and burnt paper. If one would look closer they'd see a piece of paper sticking out of the right back pocket of his black cargo pants. If one would look at the letter they would notice that it had some writing on it.
"To whom it may concern,

My apprentice, Raven Bloodfyre, has recently suffered a traumatic experience, in his post apopocalyptic world that has been beseeched by several catalystic wars, most often fought on the mortal realm. The last was a continual war that has plagued his land for countless aeons. It was also the chain of events to cause Sexdah to become apocotolyptic. I cannot ask you to raise him as our own, yet to give him a small refuge for a night or two would be the best I can ask. He does have some magical capabilities, if that would sway your opinion in any way shape or form, but as all talents one contains it will be extinguished if it isn't nurtured properly. His spells are simple ones at best, a bird, some counter magic, and an artifact are what I've witnessed so far, though I'm unsure if he has anymore magical capabilities or not. He tends to be anti social but that is due to the war of Valkyrie wage war against each other, one side wishing to annahilate, and formed from brimstone and steel, the other formed from ivy and cloud. For at least four decades the skies have wept tears of flame and ash, as both sides hunger for the souls to gain an advantage over the other. I assure you he is as human as any other human you may or may not have met, and one of the last few humans to exist from Sexdah. I'd ask to keep this from him if you even decide to keep him alive, that is, until such a time till he is more powerful, in order to keep him safe from any cataclysmic things that may or may not happen to our world."

Signed X.

Decklist:
Blue
Wurmfang Newt
Zeypher Falcon
Annul
Courier's Capsule
red
Lava Burst
Fireslinger
Blazing Effigyx2

MultiColor
Swerve

Race: Human
Name: Raven Bloodfyre
Looks: Red hair, brown eyes.
Age: 19-23
Gender: Male

This post has been edited by Raven Bloodfyre on Nov 15 2008, 09:50 AM

[Kane Gauss]

Name: Kane Gauss

Age: 67

Gender: Male

Race: Fabricator (a human in his plane who has mana control and has given his body to cybernetic symbiosis)

Place of birth: Barrow Institute, Machina Terra

Physical Appearance: Kane has a startling appearance to those not used to Machina Terra. Like nearly all of the Plane’s native human population, Kane exists in a state cyber-organic symbiosis as a higher form of existence. Very little of his external body remains organic, however his organs are still in their original condition. At full height, Kane stands at six feet tall. His mechanical body is covered by a heavy, rust red robe. Around his waist, he wears a belt that has multiple supplies and mechanical tools fitted to it. His mechanical fingers end pointed claws and, if needed, can be exchanged for other tools or weapons.

Personality: Kane is an ever-curious, outgoing man. He has a great sense of duty to his work as a scientist and explorer. He can become rather stubborn when he starts working on a project and will not stop until it is completed.

Bio: Kane was born, like all children on Machina Terra, in an artificial womb in a special institute where citizens spend their childhood living and learning. The Barrow Research Institute was Kane’s home until he was eighteen. There, he learned everything a child would in school. The teachers acted as parents to the children for as long as needed. Kane was identified as a mana user, or Fabricator as the people of Machina Terra call them, when he was ten. After that day, he was sent to a different institute specifically for Fabricators.

At the new institute, he learned his craft well. Kane quickly learned that his specialty lay in artifacts. He grew tall and strong and advanced in the institute, he steadily grew more and more into the cybernetic symbiosis of his people. When he was twenty, he was ready to contribute to Machina Terra as a Fabricator. He soon became part of a strange group called The Committee. They claimed to be working for the future of Machina Terra. All the members were Fabricators of varying degrees of skill. He then learned of the Construct Templates. They were special machines being unearthed by The Committee. They could focus mana into a predetermined form and produce it on the spot.

“The Templates,” a Committee member said to Kane, “are the past and future of Machina Terra. They can be reconfigured to produce whatever they are needed to.” So, the next years of Kane’s life were devoted to research, development, and searches for Construct Templates. However, his research halted when he was chosen to test the newest use found for a Construct Template. The Committee had altered one of the first uncovered Templates into a portal device. He was charged with designating a destination for the first portal to be opened. That night, in the middle of his calculations, a letter with a destination sequence was delivered to him. The following day, he activated the Construct Gate using the sequence given to him in the night. Stepping through, Kane Gauss found himself outside the gates of a great piece of architecture.

Deck Type: Artifacts

Deck list:

Omega Myr (2)
Artifact Creature - Myr
½

Alpha Myr (2)
Artifact Creature - Myr
2/1

Steel Wall (1)
Artifact Creature - Wall
Defender
0/4

Arcbound Worker (1)
Artifact Creature - Construct
Modular 1
0/0

Helm of Awakening (2)
Artifact
Spells cost 1 less to play

Slagwurm Armor (1)
Artifact - Equipment
Equipped Creature Gets +0/+6
Equip 3

Metallurgeon (1W)
Artifact Creature - Human Artificer
W, tap: Regenerate target Artifact
½

Gold Myr (2)
Artifact Creature - Myr
Tap: Add W to your mana pool
1/1

Myr Mindservant (1)
Artifact Creature - Myr
2, Tap: Shuffle your library
1/1

Endoskeleton (2)
Artifact
You may choose not to untap Endoskeleton during your untap step.
2, tap: Target creature gets +0/+3 as long as Endoskeleton remains tapped.