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[b]Name:[/b] Chase Chaswell Charles
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Color:[/b] [color=#080080]#t80_08t[/color]
[b]Race:[/b] An asshole in human form.

[b]Items/Abilities:[/b] WHERE DO WE BEGIN? He's ambidextrous. He is fast, athletic, and sort of unflappable. His right hand is covered with a small grey glove that with a snap, can turn into large metal gauntlet with a little clock insignia. This is the [URL="glove self insert"][/URL]Sol.
The [URL="glove self insert"][/URL]Sol is a lightweight, durable, and powerful gauntlet capable of emitting and controlling fire, giving the user far more strength than they should, and very limited time manipulation. How much time manipulation depends on the power that The [URL="glove self insert"][/URL]Sol currently has access to; while the rest of the glove is solar powered, the time mechanisms need a much more direct power source and require a lot of energy for anything more than accelerating time around Chase for more than five seconds, and even then it uses siphons his biological energy, making him very hungry and very weak afterwards. But when he gets a lot of power, he can do [i]quite a lot.[/i]

[b]Description:[/b] Red hair (dyed), cut at medium length and kept oh-so perfect. Sunglasses, always. He has a fancy looking, red, collared shirt. Over that, he has a suit jacket, black, unbuttoned, with a blue tie around his neck. He's has jeans on, dark and baggy ones. He has sneakers too. He's 18 and has a few useless metal rings on his left hand and some rubber bands on his hand and a tattoo of the symbol on his glove on his left hand. His teeth are perfect.

He is a self centered person. He doesn’t really care about others people’s problems or the consequences of his actions, acting as he wants, when he wants. He loves the spotlight, and uses it to get what he wants. He is brash and calls things as he sees them and he sees other people's feelings as secondary to almost everything else (unless the feelings can be used to his benefit). He knows his limits, and he always makes sure not to do anything beyond them. If he sees an obstacle that he can’t overcome, he will just make someone else do it and then, at the last moment swipe in and take all the credit as his. The result is that he garners other people’s attention and trust by taking out that lesser than him, and then uses that to get whatever he wants. What a guy.

[b]Biography:[/b][b]*POOOOM*[/b]

There was a large boom, as suddenly a large bear-like creature appeared. It had a face of utmost seriousness, to the point that if it wasn't incredibly terrifying, it would be kind of hilarious. Chase, who was sitting at his computer, edged backwards on his seat, sweating.
[i]What the hell is this? A bear.. thing? It has clothes![/i]
He was able to only muster out a [color=#080080]"He... hey there..."[/color]

It simply stared silently.
And Chase couldn't do anything but stare back.

"You." The voice that broke the silence was scraggly but decidedly female.
[color=#080080]"M... me?"[/color]
"YOU!"

As she yelled Chase cowered further backwards. Thoughts raced as he tried to make some sort of logic out of this. His parents had left the house, could they have been behind this? Before he could contemplate this further, she drew a sword and began to walk toward him. With her free hand, the bear-lady grabbed Chase by the neck and continued to yell.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE? EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE?"
The poor teen was on the verge of tears, still unable to rationalize anything.
"WELL?"
He let out a weak and almost silent [color=#080080]"N...no"[/color], before he was thrown out his window into the backyard.

[b]*POOOOM*[/b]

Another large boom ringed through his ears. There was a click and a shot rang out. The Bearish Woman yelled in agony. Another creature, seemingly human, with an odd rifle in his hand walked over and kicked her corpse, then shot it a few times before turning to the shocked and wet Chase. A male voice attempted to comfort him. "Are you okay?"

Chase was silent.

The man continued, claiming to be from the future, telling Chase not to worry or think about it, grabbing the fresh corpse, and then with another [b]*POOOOM*[/b], leaving, never to be seen by Chase again. But not without a parting gift. Lying in the grass, where his attack perished, was a gold totem. It shined as Chase edged closer to it. Without another thought, he touched it, changing his life forever.

If there was anyone else around, they would have heard one last [b]*POOOOM*[/b].

[b]Theme Song:[/b] [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlZSf5tvKWM]Katana Blaster (Constantly Playing Mix)[/url]

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[b]Username[/b]: Solaris~~~
[b]Name[/b]: Muna Vidam
[b]Gender[/b]: Female
[b]Race[/b]: Human
[b]Colour[/b]: [color=#D6CADD]Languid lavender, #D6CADD[/color]

[b]Biography[/b]: The people are the plaything of the gods. This is the prevalent mindset in the world, and while there are people who oppose this pecking order, the gods make sure they don't live very long.

For years, humans had been technologically stagnant, keeping to the power of the gods over any new discoveries in the realm or weapons or health or entertainment. After all, when all it takes is a lamb to cure your entire family, who needs doctors? In fact, one of the only things that have advanced significantly, are physical sciences, what makes body parts grow the way they do, muscles and their development, and exercises in general.

The gods usually keep their hands off unless really bored or asked to, but there are certain times that exceptions are made. Such was the case for Amos to a love struck artist.

The artist thought he had uncovered a hidden gem. He had seen her at the coliseum, each day, at the same time, never any less breathtaking. He was stricken immediately. The artist tried to find out who she was, where she lived, but no one else seemed to notice her the way he did. Eventually, the artist succeeded in his search, finding [i]someone[/i] who knew her name. And that was all that he needed. [i]Muna Vidam[/i]. It pained him that he knew nothing else.

The artist would create work after work of his beloved, slowly pouring his soul into each of his works. After countless ballads, poems, and paintings, so beautiful, but all hidden, as he was far too attached to them, he decided he would create something more than before. He would slowly create a doll, an exact wooden replica of his beloved, down to the glorious golden hair.

He would succeed, but at a cost. The artist had poured his soul into each of his works, and when he finished pouring it into the doll, he had none for himself. This did not go unlooked by the gods, or more specifically Amos, the god of love. Touched by the artist's love for Muna, he decided to let the soul live on as it wanted to, linked to his beloved.

The magic worked, and the artist's soul, now isolated into the doll and charged by Amos' magic, was connected with Muna's. And from that moment, her life would never be the same again.

[b]Description[/b]: Muna is a young woman in her twenties. She wears a nice lavender tunic, with some pale red patterns, held by buttons on the shoulder and a grey ribbon belt around her waist. While she has very nice golden hair and green eyes, neither is emphasized, which she is okay with. She is thin, but not [i]that[/i] thin, having developed some nice muscles from her cardio exercises.

She likes to smile, even when she isn't happy. While she will of out of her way to care for others, if she doesn't like you or something about you, she will do her best to keep away. She generally keeps away from the limelight, enjoying moments of solitude over public gatherings. Her favorite thing to do is to visit the coliseum and see the fights there, as exciting as they are, she wouldn't dream of going down there. All in all she enjoys her own company the most, but is usually willing to lend a hand. She is a bit flighty, often daydreaming, much to her own chagrin.

[b]Items/Abilities[/b]: Muna frequently partakes in Cardio and Yoga, giving her great endurance, dexterity, and flexibility. Her only item of note is a doll, exactly her size and body shape and sharing her golden hair, wearing a spare set of clothing. Due to the interference of Amos, the doll is magically linked with her body. If her mind was to wander (if she daydreamed, slept, was knocked unconscious), then it could switch places with the doll, magically turning her regular body into the doll, and the doll into an almost exact replica of her body. She can also intentionally activate this switch.

The power of the god's magic does not end there. As the doll was made as a gift for one's true love, when unoccupied by Muna's mind, the doll emits the image of one's true love. People who see the doll will see the features of the one they love most and be inclined to carry and take the doll with them. Luckily for Muna, this trait does not carry on if her mind is in the doll, although it then moves into her now mindless body. When Muna is in the doll, she feels slightly more self-centered than normal, and she gains the knowledge of the dolls creator.

The ultimate nature of the link is unknown to her. As she fears that if the doll is destroyed, she loses her life as well. As a result she takes precaution to keep the doll safe. However, when you are teleported across the multiverse, that's easier said than done...

[b]Theme Song[/b]: [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TLU_7-9ar0] Heart of the Forest from [i]Aquaria[/i][/url]