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I'd be willing to join. Looks like something interesting I could easily drop Archais into. On that note allow me to deposit him here.
Name: Archais Cyrian Drakkonyte
Race: Dragon/Demon (appears human)
Age: 23 (Appears about 17 due to his heritage causing him to mature a bit slowly)
Appearance:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 250 lbs (Muscles and bones are denser than the average human, looks like he weighs around 180)
Build: Gymnastic/Martial Artist
Nationality: Appears to be approximately 30% German, 30% Scottish, 25% Egyptian, and 15% Japanese.
Skin Tone: Med
Eyes: Right eye is metallic silver, left eye is deep violet with crimson star shape around the pupil.
Hair: Dark metallic silver, about 3 1/2 inches long and spiked back. (seems to stay that way on its own for some reason, though it lays down fine when wet and he can comb it)
Clothing: Generally wears an open black vest with no shirt, black cargo pants held up by a plain black leather belt, military style black steel-toed boots, fingerless gloves with engraved metal plates on the back, metal rings around his wrists attached to the gloves, and a locket on a silver chain around his neck.
Personality: Good-natured, altruistic, honest, intelligent, optimistic, and self-confident to a fault. He likes to see people smile and laugh. He often jokes around and he loves physical humor. However, he can be a bit arrogant at times and his ego occasionally clouds his better judgment. Which leads some to see him as cocky and childish, but once they get past that they find a very different person underneath. Despite his preference of humor Archais is highly intelligent, having acquired a Master's degree in Mathematics, Mechanical Engineering, and Electronics, as well as his Associate's degree in Physics, Chemistry, and Computer Programming by the time he was 19. He is willing to put his life on the line for others in a heartbeat, and a beautiful girl is his biggest weakness. He's a good person, but not above killing, though he is always reluctant.
"It's a dirty thing, killing, but sometimes it needs to be done. Taking another's life isn't easy, even if you know it's the right solution. It weighs heavily on the soul and the day you don't hate it, is the day you need to stop." ~Margaret, during Archais's early training.
Background/History:(The Short Version) Orphaned son of the dragon Alconaksidriniakt, Supreme Warlord of Takmenasa, and the demon Trianna the Black Seraph. His parent's hid him on Earth from their enemies with an old ally of his father. All of their power and skill went in to disguising him as a normal human, and binding his inherent powers to avoid any form of magical or technological detection. Directly after their departure from Earth his mother was assassinated, and his father disappeared.
He grew up in an orphanage headed by an elderly woman called Margaret. In truth she was one of the few surviving elves after a massive war 50,000 years ago decimated their kind, and an old friend of his father. In her younger years Margaret had been a revered warrior among her kind, and has passed down all her knowledge to the young Archais; training him in their long dead martial arts, meditations, and etiquette. Her goal was to prepare him for the inevitable fate that his father would force upon him.
He believed himself to be human until his 19th birthday, when a mysterious man and an even more mysterious chest showed up at his apartment. The man claimed to be a servant of his parents and the crate was his inheritance. Within it he found the gloves and pendant he now wears, and a note. The note was an apology from his father and a statement that the gloves and pendant were the keys to unlocking his hidden power. He donned them and thus, his life changed drastically. By the end of the week he had been assaulted by monstrous beings and without warning he was ripped through time, space, and dimensional boundaries arriving in a strange, automated facility. A holographic AI of his father instructed him that by putting on the gloves he had agreed to a series of tests and training that his father had programmed into the System. Before he could ask any questions he was flung across the multi-verse and left stranded without direction or help. The System drops him wherever the ever evolving test feels it can best push him towards his destiny.
Abilities: Archais is significantly stronger and faster than he appears. He is easily the equal of any Olympic level power lifter in terms of strength. He can run around 30 mph, and capable of sprinting 50 mph in short bursts. His reflexes are lightning fast, not enough to dodge an actual bullet, but he could dodge the trigger being pulled. His eyesight is 20/5 and he can perceive both infrared and ultraviolet to a minor degree if he focuses. His sense of smell is only slightly enhanced, not enough to track someone by scent. His hearing, like his sight, is significantly greater than the average human and able to register some supersonic and subsonic noises if he concentrates. His bones are nearly as strong as steel, giving the support needed for him to exercise his strength without breaking them. Additionally he heals at a very enhanced rate, wounds that would take a normal person days, takes him hours; weeks-days; months-weeks, and he is even capable of healing a spinal injury in a matter of a few months. As he progresses through the System's tests he continually grows stronger, gaining greater access to his true power.
Powers:
Energy Manipulation: Archais is able to absorb, store, and redirect energy to some degree. He could, say, stick his finger in a light socket, hold the energy inside of himself and shock the living crap out of someone. He can absorb energy in any form(heat, light, positive, negative), but he is still rather limited in the amount of energy he can store at any given time. At the moment he is strong enough to drain a tazer, but a lightning bolt would give him an overload, even if he would survive it.
Sense Magic: Archais can feel magic like the average person can feel water on their skin or heat. Different types of magic each have their own individual 'feel' to them, though he is still learning to differentiate between them.
Just as with his physical abilities, his inherent power grows with every test passed, and it is unknown what new powers he may unlock.
Weapons: The metal backed gloves are far more than they appear. When needed the metal grows and shifts into highly articulated clawed gauntlets that extend up his forearms, terminating in sharp blades that extend from his elbows. The tips of the claws are sharp enough to cut diamond. They are made of an extremely rare metal known as Tharranix, that is only found in tiny quantities, micrograms at a time, within the hearts of supermassive black holes. Archais' father forged the indestructible gauntlets personally using a combination of highly advanced technology and very powerful magic. Archais has trained himself extensively to incorporate the slashing claws into his martial arts.
Alternate Form: Power incarnate, pure devastation, uncontrollable emotion are all terms that describe Archais' altered form.Grows to well over eight feet tall. Muscles swell and grow to bodybuilder proportions. His skin turns a deep midnight purple, and a layer of scales grow over his body except his chest and abdomen; growing larger and more plate-like towards his back. The scales are the same midnight purple of his skin, but turn jet black around the edges. A pair of large, sharp webbed wings grow out of his back and a layer of massive raven-black feathers cover the back of them. A pair of black, heavy curved horns grow out of his head, curling back, down and forward, a second pair of horns grow straight back. His hair grows wildly to a couple feet in length, black streaks form throughout it. A long tail, longer than he is tall, extends out of him with a wicked scythe-like blade on the end. His legs become dragon-like with thick claws and his teeth change into razor sharp fangs. His silver eye changes into a swirling pattern of stars, like a spiral galaxy in a void of blackness. His other eye turns black, with a cat slit for a pupil, the iris becomes an intricate series of glowing red cracks like lava that extend all the way to the edges. His gauntlets grow large spikes from the knuckles and the rest become larger and serrated. In this form he regenerates terrible injuries in a matter of seconds, and it takes more than a tank shell to do serious damage him. He can tear through the hull of a starship. Covering his whole body are razor thin lines of glowing orange, forming unbelievably complex patters and symbols. The patters are a combination of draconic and demonic magic, burned into his being on a scale that only an electron microscope could view clearly. Each line is thousands of layers of arcane script.
The only way he can enter this form is in extreme circumstances, and only in the defense of others. Even with his own life threatened he cannot bring forth the proper emotions to temporarily break the seal on his power. Though even in this state, it is a fraction of his full potential, and only when he is able to fully control this state will the binding spells break down far enough to allow him to access it at will.
Side: Humans. He would rather find a peaceful solution, but he won't stand by idly while an entire species is killed or worse, enslaved.
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