Character Archive

When whisp was a kid he had a normal life. Or as normal you can get growing up in feudal era japan. He was raised by a rogue band of ninjas, trying to kill the emperor. He was pretty good at the arts of the ninja. By the age of seven he had learned to cloke himself using shadows. Thats when it happened. His village was attacked, and everyone in it died. The people who killed his people thought they were too much of a threat. He was sent to hell and he was brought before Lucifer, the king of demons. Lucifer saw the firey hatred in Whisps soul and thought he could use it as a weapon. It took him 500 years to learn the arts of demonic ninjutsu. The 500 years in hell hardened his soul until he became a stone hard killer. He wanted to get revenge at the people who attacked and killed everyone in his village. He emerged as 500 years later to learn that the people who killed his village were now dead. He now realizes that he has no purpose in life and has tried to kill himself. But Lucifer had other ideas. He wanted to use whisp as a weapon and therefore everytime he died by his own hand, he is sent back to earth as a servent to Lucifer. He worked for the devil for 35 years killing, and making everyone's life hell. He now seeks to destroy Lucifer so his life would end and he can finally be put to rest

Inferno was once the prince of the great war planet Infernion.He had a great, pampered life. Most of the time he battled the most powerful warriors on the planet. He usually won and had a lust for more and more battle. By the time he was 17 he had beaten almost every warrior on his planet. He had no siblings, and pretty much the only company he got during the day was his slaves. During the night he roamed the palace looking for something to do. He led a pretty bleak life. The only thing thak kept him from going insane was battle. He had many weapons but the one he valued most was the inferno sword. He had forged it in the firey core of his planet, embued it with inferno power, and used it to defeat all his enemies. 1 year after the forging of the inferno sword his planet and another had a galactical war. Infernion's army was one of the most feared armies in the galaxy, the warriors only give up when they die, and kill every enemy that comes their way. Infernion started out strong in the war but their dwindling numbers made them lose more and more battles. Eventually there was onle a platoon of elite soilders. One of them was him. THey were up against 50,000 soilders, at the infernion capital. They had the king and queen hostage, and the platoon was cornered in thi middle of the castle, surrounded at all sides. They killed everyone, but in the midst of the battle Inferno had escaped. He got in an escape pod and launched. He ended up on earth. He had to accept that he was the only one left of his kind and had to live life to its fullest

Strafe was as normal as me and you. He had a house, girlfriend, and a job. He liked to collect many odd things. Most of them weapons or scrolls. There was one weapon that stood out from the rest. It was an ancient sword. It weighed 50 lbs and couldn't be properly used by him, or anyone else he knew. Every once an a while he could hear faint whispering. He could not pinpoint the whispering and could not understand it all. It was in some language he could not understand. When he had someone else in the house, and the whispering started, he was the only one who could hear it. There were 4 red X's going up the blade. They started glowing one night and he went to examine them. He could hear the whispers again. He touched the blade of the sword and he felt a burning sensation. He could not take his hand away. There was a huge flash and suddenly he and the sword was gone. He woke up in a forest and saw a light. He took the sword with him. When he got to the light there was an angelic figure there. It looked as if it was asleep, or dead. He stepped on a peddestal and the figure awoke. The angelic figure started speaking in the ancient language. He could not understand it at all but suddenly a shaft of light engulfed him. He could feel the power of the angelic figure draining into him. He felt himself becoming stronger and his sword becoming lighter and thinner. He fell to his knees and looked up at the figure. More gibberish. Then the figure turned grey and, apparently died. The figure was floatin above a pool of water and he looked into it and saw he himself had changed. His hair had become a bright gold instead of the faded red that was normally his hair color. The dark grey t-shirt had some how come off and he was now wearing the black undershirt. His original sword called Demons doom, had changed to a small, thin, katana like sword called dragons doom. But the most dramatic change was he had wings