Name: Miguel Voksheim
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Color: Blue
Character Background: Miguel is Magi-Engineer and tinkerer for the Empire. Stationed at Fort Inemir upon the front with the Theocracy. In charge of keeping the cannons, Clockwork soldiers, Lumia lances, and Arcana Catapults working. At the edge of an important pass into large farmland of the Empire the fort is attacked often, but usually driven off by the army just as fast. As such Miguel was usually bored, so he would tinker away with different guns and Magi-tech. During his lifetime he was able to invent the Lumina Rifle, a hand held version of the Lumina lance. Miguel was slain by assassins shortly after this invention.
Planar Background: Siena was a plane of magic and technology. In the current age the Age of Gunpowder has begun. Armies have begin to only be supplied with gunpowder weapons, and the dominant religion of Zykon's Way believed that magic was evil and should be purged from the world. These nations made up the Theocratic Alliance of Zykon. Empowered by holy powers and constructs their armies marched to take the world. In the West is the Dintral Empire. Ruled by the Star Emperor, a sorcerer of great power and age, who is believed to be of the blood of the gods. They hold against the Theocracy's invasion through arcane magic and constructs augmenting their armies and cannons. Upon the New Lands in the East are the United Tribes. Shamanistic peoples who lack gunpowder weapons not looted or traded for. With their lands being colonized by both the Empire and the Theocracy they have called upon the old magics of the spirits to fight. Old spirits of the wood, treants, and empowered warriors fight for the Union. War rages on and new spells and technology is created all the time. Who knows when it shall end, and who shall be the victor.

Name: Zxila “The Beatific”
Race: Dragon, Holy.
Gender: Unclear.
Color: White.
Character Background: Zxila, on the original world where it dwelled, was generally regarded as a formidable exemplar of the good and what passed for just. It defended the weak, the needy, and vanquished what sought to unbalance, defame, slander, or destroy existence. After many thousands of years of combat against a collection of enemies termed “The Shifting”, Zxila saw the plane it sought to defend for those years destroyed as surely as one tears up a piece of cloth. As the plane of Gules was destroyed piece by piece, the remaining defenders of that place were sequentially murdered in a series of cataclysmic battles. Prior to being slain, Zxila was a walking engine of righteous fury not easily put down. Indeed, it persisted as an irritant until completely outmatched and unceremoniously killed by The Shifting as the last major cordon collapsed under assault.
Insofar as demeanor, Zxila is a good-hearted servant of what mortals view as “the good” or “the just”. However, after the defeat and the destruction of the plane by The Shifting, Zxila experiences periodic spats of grief and sorrow as it attempts to catalogue what it can remember of former plane of Gules before it was mutilated and desecrated. This has left the creature a mental wreck that alternates between gloomy spells and fits of altruism. Now, while the altruism and good humor dominates Zxila's temperament, the gloom seems to come on more consistently these days…
Planar Background: Before it was destroyed, the plane of Gules was a beautiful place of light and color with many races and creatures. It also housed fantastic cities, cultures of great renown, and science of great intricacy. After The Shifting none of those survive. However, it is likely something indeed remains on the corpse-plane of Gules. Something evil and profound.

Name: Samuel Volksteen
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Color: Purple
Character Background: The Volksteen family were considered undertakers and royal stichers for the immortal king. They are considered to be only in the dregs of the crypts and only have minor influence in the royal courts of the immortal king. Samuel is infact the youngest and when he came to age became a undertaker. But he had considerable skills in the art of the dead raising them unintentionally. He was picked up by royal scholars to hone his skills.
Samuel was a up and coming student of the dead arts. The Volksteens tried to finally have their word in the royal court. But however that all change once the cataclysm started. Zealots of holy fire defile the ancestors and tried to usurp the immortal king. Samuel fought a paladin welding a flaming sword to deny access to the royal crypts. As they both fought the paladin gained a upper hand as he used fire to blind Samuel but Samuel sacrificed himself to plague the paladin with a sickness.
Planar Background: Savkovlakia is a plane of crypts due to most holy wars and insurrections. The Immortal King was once a part of the order of knights who'll practice necromancy. As the old king proven to be corrupt and ineffectual, the immortal king slain him and made himself a lich to rule these lands until they could be stable. So far the immortal king brings others to his side through trade and diplomatic relations.
But the immortal king had many enemies in the royal court many of which want to burn his corpse and many of other corpses as well. They seek to outlaw necromancy and the impure stitching because of the supposed effects on the soul. Some of the radicals even would burn corpses and desecrate tombs retaining some history before the wars. But they're slowly going toward a scientific renaissance due to some discoveries due to the Lich-scientists and human sorcerers discovering some lost alchemical formulas and even a few elements that don't require nature and the dead.

Name(What name were you bound by before you found your way here?): Tindarion Bittermoon
Race(The form of your flame molds to a shape, even as starstuff.): Elf
Gender(Are you a male or female? Perhaps your race is without?): Male
Color(As little more than will, you appear a mass of color, roughly holding your form.): Grey
Character Background(Tell about your time before The Nexus.): Tindarion was born, raised and trained to be a servant to the High King of Silvarasnir in the plane of Tingulon. From birth he was trained as an assassin and anti-magus, for magic is ever present in every facet of Tingulon. Tindarion served as a troubleshooter and problem eraser, removing threats and dissidents so the kingdom may thrive. Tindarion served with distinction for seven hundred years, unknown by most and feared by many, a shadow of death left by him and his work. It was a lonely, spartan existence, but he took solace in his service making the kingdom safe.
All that changed one day when he was sent to kill an Inquisitor. He stalked her for days, for her guard was almost always up and she was never alone. However no one is perfect, and Tindarion looked into every aspect of her life. It was there that he found something in her project notes. The Master of Shadows, the man who gave him his missions, had been secretly killing of loyal members of the High kings court to set up a Coup. The evidence was circumstantial but it fit too well for Tindarion to ignore. After extricating himself from the Inquisitor's rooms, he went after the Master. The hunt and fight was long and bloody, many of his brethren fell by his blade, but the finale ended with himself and Master dueling atop the Obsidian tower. Tindarion was victorious, his blade taking off the head of the man he once obeyed.  However his enemy used many poisoned weapons and Tindarion had taken many wounds. He died shortly there after, barely leaving a short note attempting to explain the why.
Planar Background(Surely your world was different as well? Tell about it.): Tingulon is a hyper magical world. Elves in their forests and great spires, fight and stuggle against Dragon in their mountain lairs, who sneer at the aquatic coral cities of the merfolk, who prey upon the Orcs and golbins in their badlands from the river. Destruction and creation abounds, maps and terrain redrawn by the century if not by year. War both hot and cold abound and every race struggles for itself.

Name: Zamiel
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Color:Red
Character:
Zamiel is a soldier in the Hellfire corporation. A demon and yet, not a demon.
Long ago, in one particular hell, after countless eons of futility and resistance, a group of tortured souls rebelled against their demonic torture masters, gaining a foothold. It was likely not the first time they had done thus, but this time they were not summarily subdued.
Having forgotten their names and identities, but not their personalities or their sins, these lost souls took up new names and banded together under a leader, Bazrael.
Bazrael seems to have been a businessman in life, as it was the circle of Greed that he started the resistance. Gathering and freeing more lost souls, he called his organization "Hellfire Inc.", much like he knew he had lead in life, "A joint venture meant to free us from this unjust pain."
And unjust it was. For the span of sins of only 80 years of life, you would suffer a soul to an /eternity/ of torment? Nay, but even unbaptized babes were found among the pyres. This was a clear injustice that would not stand.
But to resist against the demon masters? Who commanded infernal powers and black magics ancient and dark? Who could regenerate from the fiercest of wounds, even being destroyed utterly by conventional means. How could these lost souls do it. The answer came again from Bazrael's background, industry. Studying the materials and gathering damned scientists and magicians they studied the nature of their enemy, and found a way to combat them.
The Aether. Aether is a fundamental force of the universe. But where as electro-magnetism and gravity cover their respective fields, the Aether governs that of magic and soul. It is the plane in which magic or psychic powers act upon the material world. Using demonite crystals, they powered Aether Oscilators, devices that sent out waves capable of rapidly vibrating and then disintegrating the structure of magic and matter itself, disrupting a natural force in the universe the same way a nuclear bomb disintegrates matter itself into energy and particles. And believe me, they are equally as potent in disintegrating normal matter too.
With these devices they found a way to burn and destroy their enemy for good, by attacking the very thing that empowered them.
With such technology they built laboratories, factories, cities and expanded their influence through infernal technology, establishing fortified cities where lost souls could escape demonic overlords. And even found ways to escape hell into the higher planes again.
But no matter what, they could not escape one fact. Hell had changed them. Over the course of untold time, their very souls had been twisted and corrupted by hell, giving them the same demon bodies and natures as the very enemy they dispised. Red skin, hoofs, horns upon the head or any number of mutations to their body, but universally all of them found they could not survive without the burning flames of hell. As such, they were forced to create suits for them. Sealed hellfire suits, which flowed infernal flames over their bodies, as much as the flames tormented them they protected them, healed them, gave them strength.
Many of the oldest and most expeirenced them found they too could change into demons, with Bazrael himself after leading so many souls he too gained the powers to become a greater demon.
But all of them refuse this! Keeping as much of their human form as possible, they refuse to become like their enemy, and are determined to live once more as true beings. As people, not monsters, only in the greatest threat will they turn to their demonic forms. This they also do out of necessity, as in the instances they escape hell they often find those in the real world utterly hostile to them, and so devote themselves to being as human looking and diplomatic as possible to bring about coexistence. They did not escape hell to bring it and invasion to another people, nor do they wish to be thrown back.
Zamiel is a soldier of this orgainzation, having been rescued from the circle of Wrath and made into a soldier such as is won't of those rescued from that circle. Like the rest of his brethren, he hopes to amend for his sins, find salvation despite his form, and bring more of those unjustly punished to freedom.
Planar Background:
Hell.
One of many hells, and the Hellfire recognize it. Believe it or not the idea of a Nexus connecting everytihng is not at all that unfamiliar to them. They live with such a concept daily.
They have seen how almost every instance of hell has some connection, some gateway or doorway to each other, like a massive raging inferno all connected. An infinite amount of hells from fiery abodes to frozen wastelands to things that defy explanation in their unimaginable horror, and oddly enough places that might seem a paradise to many but is its own personal hell to but one person locked within. And that there are an infinite amount of souls lost and damned to be rescued, or demons to be fought, or places to escape.
Through creating Hellfire Portals, they are able to find different dimensions, areas, locations, and exits out of hell into many different worlds.
The Hellfire Corporation exists in several of these many hells, trying to expand their influence, to fight or flee the accursed rulers and powers of hell, and provide relief to as many lost souls as they can, bringing them either to secured cities or to places they can escape from hell itself.