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[Karcen]

Okay Cs time

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Race:
Age: approximate
Gender:
ignited: ( pre or post mending)
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[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Name:
Corvo Luxen

Race:
Duskling (An Mutated offshoot of Human that resides Primarily in the twilight)

Age:
28

Gender:
male

ignited:
Post Mending/War of the Spark

Home plane:
Diluculum

Colors:
Blue, Red, Green

Appearance:


Brief bio:
Corvo was born and raised in the grottoes of the Lambent Falls region, on the Plane of Diluculum. The region known for the myriad of natural grottoes, caves, waterfalls and craters set aglow by the natural bio-luminescence of the flora and micro organisms in the rivers and pools. As a young man he had a fascination with artifice and tinkering, soon evolving towards invention and innovation. A prodigy to when it came to the art of artifice, and a genius in the realm of invention, he and his like minded friends and colleagues advanced the technology and general welfare of the Lambent Falls region. This of course came at a cost. That being the price of service to the martial defense of the region. Unlike many of the other planes, Diluculum was not a united peoples, and many rivalries and wars are waged across the twilight realm.
Due to his expertise in artifice and a small dabbling in medicine, Corvo was assigned as a the dual role of Combat medic and artificer. Both skills were put to extensive use and practice. After three years, the war was concluded, and he and his comrades were released from duty. Returning to their respected field of study, he and his colleagues/brothers and sisters in arms set about creating newer and deadlier weapons and armor. it was when testing a prototype pistol, when things took a turn for the worst. It had been a simple miscalculation in the aetheric charge of the arcane battery, but it was still devastating none the less when the prototype exploded killing everyone aiding him and wounding him. Despite the damage and the deaths of his colleagues, he isn't too troubled by it. They knew the Risks, and so did he. and while he may have shook it off and got a shiny new artificed arm, something within him snapped and changed him forever. No longer bound by this plane, Corvo instinctively gathered all he could, and tapped into the new power leaving his world behind.

Spoiler: Additional Info

Class(es):
Planeswalker, Combat Artificer, Inventor, Medic

Weapon:
Arcane Rotary Cannon

Armor:
Arcane Power armor

Gear:
Dimensional pouches (Reduces weight by 95%), Extra Ammo, Components, Parts, scrap, tools, metals/alloys, crystalized mana, Etc.

Extra: the blue on the armor and cannon are blue mana reservoirs and wiring

 

[Symbidan]

Name: Haru Tanaka The Kami Render
Race: Artifact Human
Age: 35
Gender: Male
ignited: Post-Mending
Home plane: Kamigawa
Colors: Red
Appearance:



Brief bio:

Haru was raised in Towashi city on the plane to Kamigawa. He grew up in a noble family and when he came of age he began his training to join the Imperial guard as a samurai. He quickly rose through the ranks and grew in both body and mind, he served for many years protecting his city and people from any who would bring them harm.


During a mission into the Undercity to reclaim some stolen tech from a band of Futurist fanatics, Haru was captured. These Futurists were different from others he had come into contact with, they sought to wipe the Kami from the city so technology could rule supreme. They required a weapon to combat the Kami and so Haru had been chosen to become that weapon whether he wanted to or not.


They cut into his flesh replacing it with steel and arcane servos. They replaced his heart with an arcane rage reactor to power his new augmentations, they then equipped him with powerful energy claws capable of rendering Kami (And anything else.) to shreds. His senses had been artificially enhanced allowing him to track his prey with ease. The Futurists were proud of their work and only had one last task to complete their weapon, subjugation. Haru's new heart and power source doubled as his controller, this reactor was designed to flood his system with raw red mana. This would send Haru into an enraged state and would also allow the fanatics to control their new creation.


They then sent their mechanical monstrosity out into the city to hunt, killing many Kami and humans alike. Anyone who stood in the way of the fanatics' vision was a target for Haru's claws. It was during one of these missions he was sent to attack a noble house for their extended reliance and support of the Kami. However upon attacking and killing a few lesser Kami, Haru saw faces he knew. He knew this house, these people, this was his home. Suddenly he was able to cut through his rage filled haze, everything rushed back to him, all the carnage he had wrought. And in that moment of realization his Planeswalker spark ignited and he was thrust into the Blind Eternities.

 

[Karcen]

Name: Laliel blade of Peace
Race: Angel
Age: 6000 ish
Gender: female
ignited: pre mending
Home plane: Elsyrean
Colors: white blue black
Appearance:

Brief bio: Born long ago on Elsyrean Laliel lived on a plane of angels. The plane was composed of seemingly countless ever moving islands of every size imaginable. Rich in mana these islands ground and orbited one another balancing the plane out. It was a plane of angels of all colors of mana perhaps the origin of all angels of all planes. It while not the paradise that was the latter plane of serra's realm was none the less a lot more peaceful than most. With death and rebirth being natural on the plane wars were rare but not unheard of mostly stemming from the angels of black mana.

That changed when the plane seemed to start to feel off, an odd influx of darkness beyond the islands infused with it disturbed even those aligned with black mana. What none knew was the source was phyrexia stumbling upon their plane in their groping at the multiverse. It took years before the truth was uncovered as a massive dragon engine blotted out the skies. The Phyrexains had worked for years in secret to bring the parts and assemble them into an island destroying monstrosity. Laliel was one of the many Angels mobilized to counter this strange threat. The dragon engine was raked with beams of light, seeds grew into trees to tear apart it's scales while infernos were directed into it wounds, Decay was unleashed to rot away any flesh and rust metal, and any time it tried to retaliate it's movements were arrested. Still this dragon engine continued and soon it was revealed to not be alone. The skies tore open as ships of metal and flesh sailed out into the air unleashing countless hordes of winged monstrosities.

The angel found themselves overwhelmed and surrounded as they were not mustered to fight an army but one massive beast. Slowly they fell out of the sky and into the endless clouds bellow. Laliel might have been the last angel fighting the dragon engine the two barely holding she dove for the monster and called upon every once of power planning to destroy herself to take it out. What happened instead was a massive all consuming inferno that managed to destroy the invasion force as in what Laliel thought was her death her spark ignited. Laleil was cast out into the blind eternities adrift between planes for an unknown time.

When She awoke Laliel found herself on ground that wasn't in the sky and the very world felt different. Orginally Laliel planned to leave the plane once she figured out how she did it the first time, but one this plane she found she could hear voices calling out for help and despite her desire to return home Laliel could not ignore such earnest pleas. Laliel would end up banishing a demon that had troubled the plane and soon leaving. It was then that she understood how vast the multiverse was and she had no clue where home was. She coudl only blindly travel from plane to plane and every time get caught up in the struggles of the people delaying her return. It was thousands of years spent wandering and adventuring meeting many of the eldest planeswalkers before Laliel would return home.

Her home had not been spared the predations of the Phyrexains in her absence and slowly it had fallen more and more to the horrors as they even captured and converted angels so that they did not return to fight again. Returned home Laliel would once more throw herself into the fight against the corrupting invaders using all the power of a godlike planeswalker to try to push the phyrexians back, but it was not enough. She might be powerful, but she was just one being and Laliel could not stop the horrors. The plane would fall and all the angels that remained compleated, it was just a matter of time. Still Laliel wanted to try to fight to the last even as another plan formed in her mind.

A planeswalker could make planes if they wished and with that same power they could destroy them. Laliel tried to hold out till the end but as the last stronghold was overrun and the horrors overran the last defenders she vanished. Laliel would not let her plane become some trophy of the phyrexains and her people fall to them to be used to destroy other planes. Instead she would make sure everyone lost and thus in the blind eternites she gathered up all of her power and crushed Elyseran destroying the plane utterly and sending a massive shockwave through any phyrexains portals damaging the plane on the other end.

With this the greatest of sins committed Laliel fled into the endless multiverse looking to make up for her failure saving the innocent and reordering planes into peaceful worlds . She used her godlike powers to protect all those she could and combat any Phyrexains she could till she stopped finding them. She would in time learn the phyrexains and their god had been killed and focused herself on eradicating the last vestiges of that evil. That was until a wave hit her while she traveled the blind eternities and once more she was sent tumbling through the multiverse. Awaking once more on a strange plane Laliel found herself stripped of most of her powers, she was no longer godlike and planes were no longer hers to mold easily. Now she had another goal along side destroying evil, she wanted her power back.

Two years ago like almost all planeswalkers Laliel was drawn to the city plane of ravnica thanks to the machinations of Nicol bolas. She witnessed his near reascension to what they had been less than a cetury ago and she instead of buring with rage at the evil Laliel was jealous that he was the old that might get his powers back. In the end it failed and the dragon was slain. Laliel had not fully realized how much her desire for her old powers had changed her, that she might even consider what happened not as a horror to never be repeated, but something that perhaps could be done over time with the evil planeswalkers being the fuel. Now another planar beacon has been lit and that most ancient of evils has returned and Laliel will not let this plane fall no matter the cost.

 

[JayGreen]

Name: Irryl

Race: Elf

Age: ~250s, pretty young for an elf

Gender: woman

ignited: technically pre mending but only started actively planeswalking recently

Home plane: Mirrodin

Colors: Green, white

Appearance:


Brief bio:
Irryl was never a fighter.

She’s been in battle but hasn’t experienced the rush, the grim determination she saw so often in faces of others. She just hoped to keep everybody alive.

It made sense then, her cowardice. Her escape, even though she didn’t understand it as such at the time. Her reluctance to come back. Her hiding from her own powers.

When she first saw a phyrexian, she was petrified. The thing looked worse than the worst beasts of the Tangle and Mephidross combined. The metal and flesh fused in obscene ways, dripping noxious oils.

She froze.

She saw it advance.

Felt the tearing of jugged metal through her skin.

And then she was gone.

Irryl woke up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people who looked in-between her own kind and Sylvok. Their metal plating was intricate, their clothes clean and richly adorned. She was in Kaladesh, the place that would become her second home.

It was a lot like Mirrodin, but... tamer. The metal here was obedient and quaint, gentle scuttling of clockwork and decorative swirls. People wore it temporarily, changing often for function and fashion. She herself acquired some adornments on her plates.

Life would’ve been beautiful, if not for everpresent gnawing of guilt.

The beacon was the last straw, the one she couldn't ignore anymore. Flexing the powers she barely knew how to use, Irryl walked towards the call. Once again she would try to keep everyone alive.

She never gathered courage to return to Mirrodin. But at least she wouldn’t let another world fall.