Jack

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Character Name: Jack

Character Age: Unknown, from the looks of it however, one could suggest his age is roughly around 28-39 but it is hard to be sure, seeing as his face is barely seen beneath that dreaded hood.

Character Gender: Male

Character Race: Human, but one could argue whether his race is mankind or not, for indeed he has his own unique qualities, but it would be a vague assumption to believe he was of an unknown race merely from those qualities.

Character Position: Neutral, the way he sees things, there is no such thing as simply good or evil, it is your actions that decide what alignment you hold. One day you may be good, one day you may be bad, however, when it comes down to the core, we are all but gray.

Character Personality: His personality is quite simple, his mind is rarely emotional and he can keep his thoughts away from such things, keep himself focused through all situations, closing his heart deep within does give it's traits, yet of course it has a back side. He may be seen as cruel, and insensitive. But if one could burrow deep within that shell he erected, one could see his true self, one could see what things that hide beneath. Trauma? Perhaps there was once such, but there are things better left unknown, things that would hurt if discovered. At least that is what he tells himself each day, as his heart dwells deeper into the darkness within, while the light merely stands by, watching.

Character's Appearance: He wears the normal, black and dreaded cloak, combined with a large hood on top to cover his eyes beneath. Beneath his black robe he wears a green shirt and brown pants, regular clothes, but he would never go anywhere without his trusted cloak, no matter how many times he has been forced to clean it from stained blood. His hair is bright and long, but rarely seen beneath the hood. It is easily seen what mood he is in, sorrows or joy, the cloak acts with him, as if it was bound to his soul, the cloak will absorb the light around him if sorrows are twisted inside his closed heart, and if feeling the other way, their edges will cover with a more gray color than the normal black. It is a mystery, how it all came to this, needless to say, the cloak has become part of himself, and as a part of himself, it too will join him in the world after this, if it may be in death or in yet another life. This cloak will never leave his side.

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Weapon Name: Night Reaver

Weapon Appearance: The night reaver, alike to the black cloak worn by Jack, is bound deeply into his soul, the blade is made by a fine steel, yet rugged with battle scars and withered parts. The handle is made by solely wood, twisted around the wood is a green cloth, to create a firmer grip. The blade is neither very long nor short, it is quite large though, and heavy. Across the blade there are black runes crafted into the steel, it is said that the runes is what binds the sword to him, but if that is so, what binds the cloak? The blade is well balanced and is easily swung if one has the muscle for it, which is strange, seeing as Jack himself does not have a muscular build, he can still swing the blade however he wishes.

Abilities:

Metamorphosis: A power recently acquired by Jack, the ability to change his own body mass into various things, such as a wolf, an owl or any other minor beasts. However, if staying in the form too long, the brutal instincts of the being will start fighting over common sense, making it dangerous to morph like this. However, there is no problems in staying in such a form for a matter of an hour or so. Transforming takes time, and cannot be used while in a battle or critical situations.

Blade Flurry: By using a power a lot like metamorphosis, it is possible to copy the mass of his weapon, the night reaver, and create more of them, but, as it is simply a copy and is made from splitting the atoms of the first weapon, the copy, along with the original, will grow weaker until there is but one blade left.

Soul Link: The soul link between Jack and his equipment is not an ability he was born with, in time, it simply came to him, allowing the effects of his cloak, and weapon, to copy into him. This has various up and down sides, seeing as it could hurt, or vastly increase his power in many undiscovered ways. It is dangerous to toy with souls though, and doing so will have its consequences, in time at least.

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Character History
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A sad story indeed, but one not often told. It all started in a smaller world, the name has been lost through years, and only resides within it's last population. The world had little but a simple economy, they would harvest their own food and trade in items, merely to get by. But so there was something dark in the world, a plague that crossed various people that lived there, they would shift in forms, become dangerous beasts and kill their families, slaughter them then feast all night. There was no such thing as a cure for them, they would simply pray the disease did not come to them, and pray to be alive the next morning. However, there were those that made it, did not become completely engulfed in the mind of the beast, and at the end of the night, awoke among the dead members of their family. The became outcasts, people not to be trusted and traveled in packs, however, nothing changed until one day. The plague had been seen spreading toward their home, but they could not leave, it had been their place for generations. And it was not about to change, it was always the youngest that was afflicted by the plague, and so the young Jack stayed awake every night, not daring fall asleep and become one with the other beasts. He just could not.

However, what he could and what was about to happen were two different things. One night, after many weeks of no sleep and much work, he sat on his bed, his eye lids closing slowly... Covering his eyes, and opening them again, with a fierce, beastly glow. What happened that night is obvious, and need not telling nor explaining. He did come back though, the beast within him could not be completely released, but he knew, like all others, in time he would fade away. In time they would all be gone. He set out on a journey to try and find a cure, and a reason to go back to what he once was.
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Character Name: Will, or The Damned.

Character Age: The dead has no age. But before the book came in his position, he was a young boy in the age of 11.

Character Gender: Male

Character Race: Human, or so it seems...

Character Position: Insane, basically meaning that his unstable mind could draw him to any side and the demons inside him have a motive themselves, perhaps to destroy, perhaps something else. It is a mystery to be known on a later day.

Character Personality: Twisted and insane, driven mad by the voices inside his dead body. He wishes for a life of his own again, but knows deep inside that he can never return to the living. As he took the book in his hands and sealed the faith of his world, his life was taken from him, forced to exist in a non-living body, driven by demonic powers. Driven by the Hereticsm.

Character's Appearance: Will wears an uncolored linen shirt along with a pair of leather pants, also undyed. He washes his clothes often, but seeing as he only has these kind of clothes with him, one could think he wears the same every day, which of course he would never. He couldn't bear the smell if he so wished to. His hair is short and bright, very rugged. Let's just say he's never seen a coam in his life before. He has bright, golden eyes with a slight speckle of green in them. He doesn't wear any shoes, they are hardly needed, his skin under his feet has been hardened by all the work he was used to. So is his hands, hardened by work. His head is neither big or small, his body has no special strange or uncommon remarks, except for one thing on his right hand. One of his fingers has a deep scar.

The new Will of the shadows wears other clothes, given to him by the heartless when he joined their side, he wears a shirt made of a black substance with dark, purple buttons in front. The arms of the shirt are long and reach above the black gloves he wears on his hands. His pants are dyed brown and ends by his ankles, leaving his bare feet exposed. His skin is slightly more pale and his right iris has turned completely black. His hair has extended to slightly past his shoulders.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Book of Damnation

Weapon Appearance:
A very old, black book with a red border and a few words scribbled on it's surface. 'Death is Salvation.' There is also an eye imprinted on the surface of the weapon. This thing is of course not meant to be used in hand to hand combat, it contains the powers of hereticsm.

Abilities:

Stalker's Path: Allows Will to switch positions extremely fast, and to appear in places without warning, shifting from positions in the matter of seconds. However, while in combat, this cannot be done. It can also only be done while no-one is looking at him.

The Bond: Beings without a heart has no wa of touching Will, of course, this means only with their hands themselves. They can use weapons to harm him, but their touch is repelled by a strange bond to the Heartless and Nobodies. This bond also allows him to understand words made from the seemingly not-speaking beings without hearts.

Apprentice Hereticsm: The weakest form of the magical art Hereticsm, which originated in his now lost home world. This form gives the wielder an ability to turn substance into dark matter that is manipulated in form to create various objects. The dark matter can also be changed in density to form strong walls and shields. However, the more substance that is corrupted, the longer and the more energy it will take. Also, the longer the dark matter is in a form, the more exhausted the wielder will become.


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Character History
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The shimmering stars gleamed above; the grass was as soft as any other day, green and prosperous. The moon lit up the land below, revealing mountains and fields, lakes and forests. There was a hill outside of the town, where only the most beautiful flowers grew; white as cotton they would be, blending with the grass. “Do you think the stars are always these bright?” A boy asked his dear friend, both lying on the grass with their hands beneath their heads. Smiling towards the massive sky. “Of course they’re always this bright, stupid.” The girl answered the boy. They were wearing simple clothes, their shirt made from linen and their pants made from leather. These were simple times, where you would use whatever that came in your way. These were good times, where on children would have to worry about wars far away, or struggles fought in their back yard. “Wendy… Do you think that someday, we will be able to explore the stars?” He tilted his head to the right, meeting his friend’s eyes. “Someday Will, someday.”

The next morning he was early awake, ready to work on the small farm they had built for themselves here. It would take a few hours for supper to be ready; he could as well help his father and brother with the cow barn and harvest the vegetables. It was that day, the harvest day, everyone would be busy taking whatever food they had been working on and put it open in the small market for trade. It was a messy day for the cows, there had been quite the commotion when the elder mother had once again become pregnant. The birth had been made today and the other cows had become rallied for some reason. “Easy, girl.” His brother, Johnass said as he grabbed one of the three horns on the cow’s forehead. He slowly scratched the black, thick skin to calm the beast. “Brother! How are my pets today?” Will said with an excited voice as he ran over to one of the smaller cows, this one had only grew one horn so far, and was very cute with it’s small body and large head. “They’re fine, Will, just a bit rallied from the elder. They should be calming down soon.” My brother, the best of the cow tamers, no-one could ever match him! He’s so great. He tamed the elder mother. Will thought in admire of his older brother as he petted Belly, his most favourite baby cow. They both observed as Johnass calmed the cows, one by one. He was an artisan of his art, the perfect farmer. His father must have been so proud. Or so one would have thought at least. His father, Trelin, walked through the gate and glared at the cows, how they were sleeping calmly. “Did you make them sleep again? Now how will we get the milk to taste that buttery, it’s impossible if they don’t eat more wheat and stop sleeping! Now, do some good and help me harvest the potatoes.” He lectured Johnass without reason as he took him to the fields of vegetables. Father is being so harsh to brother, I can never understand why. The potatoes were fine this harvest day, very fresh and with a very tasty juice inside. Johnass had already finished picking enough to fill a basket. While returning it to the wagon they would be using to transport the wares for trade, he walked past Will whom were standing just outside the barn. “Father is harsher than usual today, is there anything special today, except the harvest day?” He asked Will, as if he would have the slightest clue. He merely shook his shoulders and walked away to the fields with a basket. He would only be able to fill a single one, while his father and brother would fill roughly seven, each. He was still young, and not very experienced with the trick of harvesting potatoes. If you were too slow, the jaws would snap at you and it would be hard to severe the vegetable from beneath the roots. Will attempted to steal the potato from a very nasty plant, this one had been alive for a long time, and the potato was quite big. Small thorns had grown from various places, and the head was extremely jagged. As soon as he even closed in with his fingers, he got bit, and this wasn’t any small bruise, blood flowed down on the wet soil, forming puddles. “Will!” Johnass shouted as he came rushing with a small piece of linen to wind around the finger. Will sat there and waited for his brother, it hurt, it was a severe wound but he had met worse, this was a farm after all. Johnass was quickly there; their father had begun picking on the other side of the field, and couldn’t hear them. Johnass had encountered wounds like these before; sometimes the plants would grow enormous, and harm their masters, like this. He linded the cloth slowly around the centre of the wound, luckily it hadn’t bit of his whole finger, and it would probably heal in a week or two. He had gotten lucky that his bone wasn’t broken, very lucky. Will didn’t cry or show any emotion in his face, all he could do was stare into the small puddle of blood. There was a reflection, a reflection of someone else.
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When Will took the book of damnation in his hands, his life and soul was absorbed by the demonic beings that eh had unleashed upon the worlds. As he read from the evil thing, the dark beings that had started to destroy everything were trapped in his empty body, forced to stay there and never attempt to harm the worlds again. But with all the heartless he had brought back home, his world was still lost into oblivion. And all he did was for nothing.