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[SIZE=1]Garrek coughed and spluttered into consciousness, his chest crying out in pain where the rib had punctured the skin. He knew he had to set the bone back into place, otherwise he could run the risk of becoming completely crippled. He grabbed the bone, a weird, tingling sensation runnning through his chest, and after a couple of seconds' wait, he wrenched the bone round, snapping it back into his chest. It was roughly in the right place, and would do until he could get proper medical attention. He screamed in pain as the feeling washed over him, and he could barely stand, struggling to his feet shakily. He began to walk slowly towards where he was headed, where hopefully someone would be able to cure him. He stumbled along, stopping every few seconds due to immens pain in his chest, and carried on his journey in this fashion for a little while... DONE[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alex woke up with a start. He had a strange taste in his mouth, and his hair was ruffled. He struggled his way out of bed, and fell to the floor in a tangle of sheets. He shuffled into the bathroom and splashed water all over his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had stubble growing all over his face. Dark rings were forming under his eyes, and his hair was all over the place. He ran the shower over his head, freshening himself up for the day's adventure. Only then did the idea come to him to look at the time. He stuck his head out of the bathroom and looked at his clock. The LCD display read: 9:45. "Dammit!" he shouted. He was 45 minutes late for the expedition. He towel-dried his hair, threw some clothes on and grabbed his rucksack, luckily prepared from the night before, and was about to run out of his room when he saw a note pinned to the door. The paper was old, heavy, thick and yellowing, and the writing was calligraphy, curly and intricate. Alex read the note. It said: "Lance, son of Avalon, we welcome you to our shores. However, your companions will not gain such an entry. The waters here are rough and deep. Be careful your boats do not go adrift..." He read it over and over, then folded it up carefully and put it in his pocket, before opening the door and running down to the entrance hall.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Demonic blood stained his hands. His swords were covered in thick, ebony blood, which dripped to the ground. Demons fell to every side of him, limbs severed and lives taken from them. Fury filled the angel as he sliced demons apart, taking his place with the Apostles. They were honourable fighters, more honourable than their race let on, and Sion was happy to fight alongside them. The feathers of his wings had become off-white, stained by his alliance with demons, and his face was splattered with the same demonic blood that stained his swords and hands. The sound of a weapon being drawn echoed in Sion's ears, and he turned, only to see the Demon Prince ram his sword through Sion's body. He gasped, and saw Kaion take off the head of the Demon Prince, but then everything went black. He still heard everything that happened, and felt a strange sensation run through his body. He knew automatically what had happened. The Angels had cast their spell, trapping the demons on this island, leaving the Apostles to roam the Earth. Which meant that Sion would share their fate, if he survived. Then, everything faded... [B] 5 years later...[/B] Sion felt the cold of ice on his face and body as he awoke from what seemed to be an endless comatose state. His sight came back eventually, and all he saw was white. "Is this the Afterlife?" he croaked to himself, his voice having not been used for years. He got to his feet slowly, and shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He worked out where he was. He was on a mountain. His wings had retracted into his body, a defence mechanism in case anyone saw him, and he felt the cold of the mountain soak into his body. The cool, crisp air coursed through his body, much better than the air he had been breathing before he blacked out. The stench of demons. It all came flooding back to him. The demons, the blood that stained his hands, the pain as the sword of the Demon Prince penetrated his skin, and the sight of Kaion decapitating the Prince, saving what remained of his life. He looked around, and found his surroundings unfamiliar. He had never known mountains like this, so he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to keep warm, and began the long walk down the mountain...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Wind whipped around the top of the building, and Kraven sat on the edge, the wind blowing his hair into wild patterns, struggling against his strength to blow him off the top of the building. He looked into the sunrise in the distance, and knew that today, a great many things would occur. He smiled, knowing that he would finally come into contact with Reoan today. But even then his quest would only be half over. After he had killed Reoan, he would have to hunt down the Dukes of Hell and destroy them. He knew that this was a fool's quest, as no demon could defeat all of the Dukes of Hell, but he had to try. A quiet noise behind him heralded the arrival of a demon, come from Hell to destroy him, like so many before. He stood, sighed, and drew his swords. The demon reared up, like an angry bear rising on it's hind legs. It growled, and short claws popped from it's hands. Kraven's swords glittered in the deep red sunlight, and he smiled. The demon roared, and charged at Kraven, it's teeth bared as if it wanted to devour him. He ducked, dodging the first swipe of the claws, and drew his sword quickly across the demon's leg. It crumpled, falling to it's knees, blood pouring from the back of it's legs. Kraven placed his swords next to the demon's neck, crossing over it, like a giant pair of scissors. He smiled grimly, and drew them across the neck. The demon's body fell to the floor, and it's head was sent rolling along the ground, leaving a trail of blood after it. Kraven cleaned his swords on the demon's scaly hide, and sheathed them. He walked back into the building, and down to the street. "You had better look out, Reoan," he said grimly...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Garrek's swords smashed against the blades on the ends of Bain's pole, and again. The blades crashed against each other, the sound ringing across the forest. Garrek blocked Bain's strikes with hardly any distance between them. The blades pushed closer and closer to Garrek's throat, his swords barely keeping them from slicing through the flesh of his neck. Sweat beaded on Garrek's forehead, and he stared into the face of his foe. His eyes lit up, and he remembered something he had picked up in Hunds. He concentrated hard on the image of Bain's face bearing down upon him, and closed his eyes, almost entering into a meditative state. He floated around in his own consciousness for a while, working out how to put his purchase to best use. Then, his eyes flicked open, and his hands crackled with power. His eyes turned lightning-blue, and a pulse of pure electrical energy blasted out from Garrek's body, throwing Bain backwards. He smashed into a young sapling, which shattered into splinters. Garrek flinched, feeling pain shoot through his body. It passed after a second, and he got to his feet. He walked over to where Bain was lying, but he was no longer there, leaving instead a trail of debris and shattered wood. Garrek sheathed his swords, and jumped back into the trees, swinging and jumping from tree to tree, until he stopped halfway through a jump. His side started hurting immensely, and he dropped from the tree-top to the ground, landing hard on his back. He lifted his shirt, and found a rib sticking through the skin, with blood dribbling down his chest. Blood soaked his shirt, and he felt dizzy. He passed out on the floor, lying there until someone found him...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Thanks, Ozy, that rocks, as usual![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Jason ran after the kid, his whole body shaking with rage. He found the kid in a small room, packing some things. "Get out of here. I beat you once already, didn't I?" said the kid. Jason had just about had it with this kid. He stood firm, and clicked his fingers. The temperature in the room began to rise. The paper on the walls began to peel off from the heat, and the carpet began to smoulder. Jason's eyes blazed with fury, and his entire body became coated in flames. "You think you can contend with the full fury of the flame, kid?" he growled, "Well, let's see if you can!" "Alliteration, eh? Pretty good for someone who doesn't even have two brain cells to rub together," smirked the kid. Flames jumped from his body, slamming into the walls, burning them down. Jason's body shook, and the temperature in the room rose even more. Sparks of flame began to lick over the peeling wallpaper. Soon the whole room was alight. "You dumb kids. You think you're tough, but you don't know what you're getting into. The Earthians are going to burn, do you understand me? You will be the first, and you will die tonight, right now." The room burned down around them, and as the kid tried to blow the flames out with gusts of wind, Jason relit them faster. The kid then decided to run, and as he got to the door, he found the handle too hot to hold. "Even if I die with you, you will die now!" shouted Jason, releasing a final, fiery burst from his body. It smashed through the walls, floor and ceiling of the room, causing the walls to collapse, falling onto Jason and the Earthian... (OOC: Don't worry, Jason's not dead)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Very nice thus far, Blackjack. I'm liking the idea, very original using OB users as superheroes. The writing style is brilliant. I just wish I was as prolific as you. Maybe I will get it from the genes, or maybe not, who knows. Perhaps I could be written into the story, or perhaps you would prefer to leave me out of it completely. This choice, I leave up to you. Thank you, and goodnight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"You wanna say that again, you little freak?" snarled Jason, "You think I'm gonna be afraid of a worm like you?" "Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn't have said it, you idiot," said the wind-based kid. "Oh, you're gonna regret that you ever said that!" shouted Jason. He clenched his fists, and held his arms out. Flames wrapped around his body, and he sent a stream of fire towards the wind elemental.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Bain's pole smashed into Garrek's swords, the blades wedging into the shaft of the pole. Bain drove Garrek down onto his knees. This guy was strong, much stronger than Garrek. Garrek flipped his legs out from under him, kicking Bain in the chest, knocking him backwards. Garrek's swords released their grip on Bain's pole, and Garrek rolled backwards onto his feet. Bain came charging at him again. This time, the pole smacked into Garrek's face, knocking him to the floor. Bain stood over him, laughing, and said: "Had enough yet, Garrek?" "Nowhere near," said Garrek grimly, lying through his teeth. He couldn't take much more of this punishment. Bain was much stronger, much faster and a much better fighter than Garrek was, and Garrek knew that if he continued, then he would almost definitely lose. He flipped onto his feet, simultaneously kicking Bain in the chest again, and flipped high into the air, using Bain's chest as a springboard. He fell back to Earth, his swords ready to take Bain out, but Bain rolled out of the way at the last minute, sending Garrek's swords plunging straight into the hard ground. "You might as well give up, Garrek," he said, seeing Garrek breathless on the floor, "You know you can't win against me. I'm much more powerful than you." Garrek saw what was coming. A speech about how much better Bain was than him. He smiled, knowing that this was the chance he needed. He yanked his sword out of the ground, and swung it towards Bain's crotch in one fluid motion. Bain only just managed to dodge the strike, jumping backwards to avoid the blade. He looked surprised. "I must say, I didn't see that one coming, Garrek. Especially not from one of your kind." "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Garrek. "I know your kind, Garrek. They are all weak. Or should I say, they were all weak." "What are you talking about? What have you done to them?" shouted Garrek. "I found your people, Garrek. All of them. All the Forest People. All the Rangers. I found them all, and I killed every last one of them, trying to find you. But you turned out to be following someone from Earth instead. I am surprised at you, Garrek!" "You killed them all? Just to try and find me? But why? Why do you want to find me?" "That's for me to know, and you to die before you find out!" Bain pressed a switch on the shaft of his pole, and blades shot out of both ends. He jumped towards Garrek, blades flashing through the air... (OOC: I put in a little of Garrek's history here, I hope you don't mind, kakashi. Also, attached is a picture of Bain. Yes, I know it's Raijin from Final Fantasy 8, but that's just what I imagined him to look like)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hey, it's me again. I know I only just got a new banner and avatar, but I've had a name change now, so I am looking for a new banner and avatar to go with it. I don't have a picture, but I need something dark, with a black-winged angel on it, with "Fallen" on the avatar, and the words "The Fallen will have their vengeance..." on the banner. I hope this is alright, and again I'm sorry that it isn't that clear, and that I don't have a picture for you, but hopefully you should be able to find one. Thank you very much in advance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Wow! People in other countries are short! I'm from the UK, I'm 15, and I'm 6'. And even then, a lot of my friends are taller than me. My tallest friend is around 6'6", and he is younger than me. A lot of people find me kinda scary, because I'm 6' and I'm pretty broad-shouldered. Although, in saying that, a lot of my other friends are insanely short. One of my female friends is only about 5', and a lot of my friends are a lot shorter than me. However, being tall isn't all that great. You have more distinguishing features, for one thing. In a police line-up, someone could say "It was the tall guy," and you would go down. But that is just a worst-case scenario.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I don't know what you're all on about. I have an 18-year-old brother, who also uses OB a lot [his username is Blackjack, if anyone wanted to know], and we get along fine most of the time. I think it may be the fact that we got to different schools, so our friendship groups don't clash at all, or maybe that we have just spent so much time around each other that we have gotten used to it, but I like to think we are good friends as well as brothers. I mean, I know I can be a little annoying to him sometimes, and God knows he can be a lot grouchy sometimes [usually when he has just gotten up from a late night, or when he has been woken up by someone rather than waking up himself], but these times are very rare, so most of the time we get on great.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B][U]Delacroix[/U][/B] The words on your banner show that you are perhaps resentful towards some people, maybe people who have hurt you in your past, and the words on your banner show that you feel that you have something to say about yourself that needs to be heard. Also, the colours show that you like to stand out from the crowd, and be different from everyone else. Maybe it's that you don't like conformity, or maybe, again, it just shows that you have something to say that you feel needs to be heard. If you read this thread again, then tell me how I did.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ok, well my story is a little different to everyone else's. I am only fifteen, so I am three years under the legal drinking age here [the UK], but I do drink. I don't particularly like the taste of alcohol, but I do drink it because I like the sensation of being drunk. I have, however, only been drunk once, at a friend-of-a-friend's 18th birthday party, when I had three pints of Foster's and couldn't quite stand up straight afterwards. But I blame that entirely on the bartender. As it was a private party, they hired a private bar where you could buy drinks, and as long as you had money and looked vaguely old enough, they would serve you. I, of course, am taller than my 18-year-old brother [Blackjack], so it was relatively easy for me to get served. So, in comparison to my friends, I am quite a lightweight, but apparently not compared to you, you soft Americans! [Only joking, guys, I love you really][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alex slashed his weapons through the crowd, gutting some of Dollaris' men, slicing limbs off others, simply cutting some others. Blood flowed down his swords, and warm life-blood covered his hands. He spun around, lowering his body and slicing through a soldier's Achilles tendon. He fell to his knees, screaming in pain. Alex walked up to him, placed one sword either side of his neck, and sliced them both across his neck, decapitating him completely. Blood spurted up, splattering across Alex's face and over his clothes. "Damn it!" he shouted, "That's going to be impossible to get out!" He swung his swords again and again, tearing his way through the ranks of Dollaris' men. Blood spilled onto the ground, leaving the path Alex was cutting slick with the red liquid. He laughed as he cut into their ranks, single-handedly cutting a swathe through the soldiers. A group of the soldiers had closed around him, surrounding him completely. He couldn't kill them all with his swords. One of them laughed and moved forwards. "I guess you're not so tough now, huh, Alex? The great Lucifer, demon of Pride, brought to his knees by the soldiers of Dollaris. How does that feel?" he said. "I think you're mistaken. I'm not on my knees yet," said Alex. He brought his hand forward and blasted a fireball from it. It flew, straight and true, right through the soldier's chest, leaving a fist-sized hole. He looked down at it for a moment, then looked back at Alex, and fell over backwards, dead. The other soldiers looked at the body for a moment, then charged him. He coated his hands in black hell-fire, and punched straight through the first one. He whirled round, punching the soldiers, burning them, and then, when there were only a few left, he drew a single sword and rammed it into the gut of one of them. He threw the body into the other two, and then blasted them with hell-fire, similarly to how he killed their leader. He looked around, seeing the other avatars fighting as fiercely as he had been...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"If we're gonna do it," said Jason, "Then we'd better do it now! We have to crush the Earthians now, or we'll never do it! Who's with me?" "I'm with you," said T'Kure from his seat. "Let's go," said Kelwin. "I'm there," replied Helie. "Well, I guess I'd better go to make sure you don't get into too much trouble. We don't want anything too bad to happen, do we?" said Talan. "I have a question, Talan," said Jason, grabbing Talan by the scruff of the neck and hoisting him into the air, slamming him against the wall, "If you're such a pacifist, then what are you doing in the Satanics? And if you hate violence, then how come I saw you torturing a Celestial until he was on the brink of death and then leaving him to die in pain? That's the kind of thing I would do, not a pacisfist!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I didn't know if you were still allowing others to sign up, and if you are, then I'm here. I was gutted that I missed out on the first one, so hopefully I'll get into this one. [B]Name[/B]: Kraven (second name unknown) [B]Age[/B]: 23 (soul is almost 400 years old) [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Side[/B]: Against Reoan, and also against Hell, even though he is a demon [B]Appearance[/B]: Kraven stands at 6'7", and weighs around 150lbs. He has jet black hair, streaked with blood-red highlights, with the back of his hair completely black. His irises are fiery, red and orange with a small black pupil in the centre. His jaw is not square, but it is not at all feminine either, and his face has a single, thin scar running over one eye. His chest is broad, as are his shoulders, and he wears a tight black long-sleeved t-shirt with an armour plate strapped on to it. His legs are thick and sturdy, extremely muscular, allowing him to jump great distances. He wears black cargo trousers and black boots. Down one arm he has lightweight armour covering his entire arm, ending in a spiked gauntlet. [B]Race[/B]: Demon [B]Personality[/B]: Kraven is a cool, calm and collected demon, preferring to think things through instead of simply rushing into them head first and messing them up. He is often very serious, not letting any of his true feelings on important matters show through his exterior. Kraven fights hard, and is used to winning, but he knows that he will not always win. He is honourable in victory and defeat, making him a point of ridicule for all the other demons, even though he has power and strength they could never imagine. [B]Weapon[/B]: Two short swords, shown in the attachment. The swords are identical, named Cain and Abel after the twins in the Bible. He also carries an H&K handgun, shown in the second attachment. [B]Bio[/B]: Kraven was one of Lucifer's chief lieutenants in the Holy War, fighting against the Angels bravely, destroying many. He was gravely wounded in one battle, however, and was taken back to Hell. They decided he was useless to them, and attempted to dispose of him, destroying his body and trying to extinguish his soul, adding it to the great Inferno. His body was destroyed, but his soul managed to escape just before it was disposed of. It escaped Hell, fleeing to Earth. Kraven's soul flitted about, possessing many different humans, using them for information about the one who destroyed his life. He cold never settle on a single body, though, and ended up moving through over thirty different ones in the space of fifty years. Finally, he found one that he loved, the one that he wished to remain in for all of eternity. He walked the Earth for many years in this body, until he came across the ex-Guardian Reoan, whom he challenged to fight. She won, destroying his mortal body with her sword, and then she left his soul alone, without a body. He found a new body soon after, one which was similar to the one he had lost, but not perfect. He decided to use this body to take his revenge upon those who have wronged him. He now hunts for the Dukes of Hell, including Lucifer, and Reoan herself. I hope this is okay for you and that I'm not too late. You looked as though you could use a demon, and someone who is against Reoan, so I thought I would step in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"I'm here, Helie dearest," said Jason sarcastically. He dropped down from the roof above Helie and Talan, landing perfectly on his feet. "Now what the hell do you want? We won, didn't we? The Celestials are gone! Nothing stands in the way of our victory now!" he said, his loud voice booming. "We still have the Earthians to contend with, Jason. Don't start celebrating just yet," said Helie coolly. "The Earthians?" Jason spat, "I can't believe you would even grace them with a chance of stopping us, Helie!" He conjured a fireball, letting it sit in his hand. "We will find them, we will fight them, and we shall destroy them!" he crushed the fireball, letting it explode in a shower of sparks, "They will not defeat us..."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Thank you very much all of you. I did like your versions, Momo and doukeshi, but I'm going to go with Ozy's this time. I just liked hers a little better, plus why change the habit of a lifetime, right Ozy?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"Who would have thought that the Vatican, holiest of holy places, would have an underground torture chamber under all that stone?" Axel said, looking at the monk strapped to the wall. The monk was in a bad way. His face was battered, blood dibbling out of his nose and mouth. One of his eyes was so scarred it was impossible to tell whether it was still in there or not, and the other was almost hanging out of its socket. One of his arms was missing, all that was left a bleeding stump. You could barely recognise him for the blood and scarring. Axel stood by the fire, the orange flames lighting up his face, casting shadows onto the walls. He held a poker in the flames, waiting until the end was red hot. He pulled the poker from the fire and walked over to the monk, holding the hot end against his stomach. He screamed in pain, blood splattering from his mouth onto the floor. "What do you say? Are you ready to die? Or can you stand more punishment?" asked Axel, rage burning in his eyes. The monk grunted. "I'll take that to mean 'Yes Axel, I am ready to die now!'" he cried, drawing his sword and stabbing it into the monk's stomach. He died almost instantly, due to the prior blood loss. Axel laughed and withdrew his blade, wiping the blood off it with the monk's robe. "And now for the final act," said Axel to no-one but himself, "The destruction of the one who almost killed me. My revenge against Gregory the Eighteenth. Tonight the world will mourn for the loss of the Pope!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"Oh yes," said Alex, cracking the tendons in his neck. He threw the shot glass full of intense alcohol down his neck, shuddered and slammed the glass down on the bar. He stood up and whirled his jacket on. He drew the two swords from his back, and checked the blades. They were as sharp as the day they had been forged. He walked up so he was standing level with Ten, and his weapons glinted in the moonlight. Demons and angels stood united in the darkness, united against a common enemy. The followers of the god Dollaris. Alex had nothing particular against Dollaris, but he could use a good fight, and they were coming up quickly enough, so he thought he may as well give it a go.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hey there. I was wondering whether anyone could make me a banner and avi set with the attached pitcture. It's not much, I know, but it would be much appreciated. If possible, could the avatar say my name and the banner simply say: Freeze. If possible, use some nice icy colours, blues and whites mainly. That would be great if someone could do that for me. Thanks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Axel ran at the first monk, who was armed with a long pole. His swords swished through the air, swinging towards his weapon. These monks were dangerous when armed, so Axel needed to disarm them as soon as possible. The pole swung towards him, and his first sword sliced through it, the flat blade of his second sword smacking into the shaft and sending it flying away. His swords then rammed through the monk's chest, his blood gushing out and spilling onto the floor. Axel saw his pain, smiled and then pulled his swords out. The monk still stood there, just managing to hold his ground, even with most of his blood now leaking onto the floor. Axel gave him a slightly strange look, and swung his swords round, slicing the monk's head off from two directions. Blood fountained out, spraying onto the walls and floor. The body fell to the floor. The second monk rushed Axel, seeing his comrade fall, and swung at him with a long glaive-like weapon, which Axel managed to stop just before it hit his neck. The clashing of the two blades rang out through the hall, and the two warriors merely stood there for a few moments, staring at each other. Axel looked at the monk in amusement, while the monk looked back at the demon in rage and pain. Axel then used his other sword to impale the monk through the stomach. Feeling the warm blood run down the blade and onto his hand, he moved his head and clamped his jaw onto the monk's neck. The monk screamed as Axel ripped out an artery. Blood gushed into Axel's mouth and down his chin, while the monk collapsed due to blood loss. The third and final monk jumped at Axel from his point on a high balcony, falling down to meet Axel with his own longsword. The blades clashed, and the monk swung at Axel again and again, driving the demon backwards until he was backed up against the wall. His two swords were locked across his chest, with the monk's sword pressing him towards the wall. This one was strong for a human. Axel thrust his swords out, throwing the monk backwards. He flew through the air and into the far wall, smashing through the stonework of the wall, leaving chipped pieces of stone lying on the floor around him. Axel jumped over to him, and grabbed the fallen monk's head, smashing it into the stone floor repeatedly, until it was battered, bloodied and broken. His nose was bloodied, and his eyes were black and blue. Teeth were missing, and blood spilled steadily out of his nose and mouth. "You're not going anywhere just yet," said Axel, "I've got something special planned for you!" He picked the monk up and dragged him away, taking him to a different room. The room they left was now bloodstained, the floor a crimson river, steady drips of fresh blood making ripples in the redness. The room was filled with a strange, eery kind of calm now the battle was over...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Sion [B]Age[/B]: Appears to be around 24 [B]Appearance[/B]: see attachment True appearance: much the same as before, only with large, slightly off-white feathered wings sprouting from his back. [B]Weapons[/B]: His two swords, Cain and Abel, both of which look like the one in the second attachment. They have evil spirits trapped inside them, which amplifies their power greatly, but the spirits will attempt to possess the wielder at any opportunity. [B]Race[/B]: Angel [B]Class[/B]: Elementalist [B]Abilities[/B]: Fireball-pretty much self-explanitory. He shoots a small, low-power fireball from his hands, which burns on contact. He can add more power to it if he wishes, allowing it to cause objects to explode when hit. Inferno-This drains almost all of his power, causing him to be very weak for a long time while he recharges, but it is an incredibly powerful attack, which destroys anything in a small blast area. [B]Motivation[/B]: Sion takes pity on the Sinners, and the fact that they are being hunted down by both races. He has joined them to take down the demon army, but he is willing to kill any angels that stand in his way as well. [B]Personality[/B]: Sion is not a happy person. He did not wish to betray his people, but he knew it was what must be done. While he jokes around with the rest of the Sinners, deep down he resents what they have made him become. He disagrees a lot with Kaion, but he knows that he has chosen this path, so there is no use trying to turn from it. He is witty and intelligent, and will often bombard his enemies with a stream of witty banter while he is fighting, although a lot of the banter makes very little sense to anyone but him. [B]Bio[/B]: Born to two high-ranking angels, Sion was a proud child, who grew up in a home raised by two war heroes. So when the Angel-Demon war began, Sion could not wait to join the ranks of the angelic army. He joined, and fought alongside his parents against the demons, who eventually killed his family and everyone he knew. Sion went into a rage, and killed hundreds of demons himself, before he was stopped by a larger demon attack force. He was taken prisoner by the Demons, and tortured daily, until he managed to escape by killing his captors. He escaped into the world, but was shunned by the angels, forgotten by his own race he had been gone so long. He saw no other alternative than to join the Sinners, fighting against the Demon army the only way he knew how. [B]Character Exerpt[/B]: [Will Edit Later] (I hope this is okay for you, Crusader, PM me if anything's wrong)[/SIZE]