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Name: Hans
Profession: Ex Bandit, but as such a very keen fighter, a water mage
Race: Pandarin
Class status: Spent his childhood as a begger
Gender: Male
Weapon: Staff
Ability  1: Water Transportation
Ability  2: Waterbolt
Ability  3: Water Transmutation

Owns a trained fighting water pet with his own abilities:

Ability  1: Bubbles
Ability  2: Hydro Blast
Ability 3: Water Pulse

Background Story:

Was raised fairly poor and, hungering for adventure and a way to escape the poverty, an offer given to him one day (he had trained himself mostly self - taught) to become a bandit by someone who had been watching him as he trained one day in his home town as a still very young child who had not even hit his teenage years yet - could not be refused. His family was horrified - but he was willing to do anything to get decent money and pay for real training and travel to boot!
He raided and pillaged without a thought for a few years until one day he met a girl and fell madly in love with her as an early teen. Not long after they had met she died one frightful night lost in a building lit on fire that was burned to the ground with her inside burning alive after there was an attack on the village where they were both staying, the attack being in a very similar fashion to the way he was used to walking. In a rage he went out and almost killed every bandit he fought and they were many - not resting until they have either fled or been killed by his hand. Overcome with grief he was due to go out with his fellow bandits a few days later on a little village but his heart wasn't in it. He was wounded from careless fighting and climbed in through the kitchen window in an effort to escape the war outside, half hoping that the place would be burned down and he killed with everyone else. He vowed that if he escaped alive - he would never attack or kill another soul unless completely 100% in self - defense and for the good of man and animal kind alike again.

Name: Vaughn (The Shredder)

Race: Aradike

Gender: Male

Proffesion: Mage, thief, killer, all - around blaggard

Weapon: Long black oak wood staff almost as knarled and bent and twisted as it's owner, with knots sticking out of the sides and a large red crystal skull on the top, with veins protruding and almost seeming to pulse as though alive along the top of the skulls head. Where the eye sockets are glare two gems inside to make up eyes, deep - red like blood.

Ability 1: Fireblast
Ability 2: Flamebreath
Ability 3: Rain of fire

Bio:

This evil and vile creature was surprisingly bred and raised in the middest of a typical Aradike society, his mind originally completely free of evil and cruelty. He grew up to be a young adult and flourished in his childhood surroundings and, at his own wish to study the arts of the Mages, his parents paid for him to be professionally taught how to fight as a Fire Mage.
He became fully trained and helped to protect their little village from bandit raids and other enemies who threatened their safety. He was an avid explorer as well and was known once he left the protection of his parents home, to wander off for short spells and return again, with great stories and tales of his explorations, much to the admiration of all of the ladies and children especially, but also the male youth who longed to have exciting lives like he did.

The one fear that his parents harbored suddenly came true one day however, when Vaughn went away to visit some neighboring villages and didn't return. Everyone was worried, and eventually he was even given up for dead. He had been gone for six months and he usually was never gone for more than a few months, sometimes even a few weeks or so. Then a year passed, and one more. Everybody gave up hope of ever seeing him again.
Then one day - on a stormy and dark evening, when thunder roared and lightening flashed, a tall ruffled figure appeared at the gates. His image was daunting - he wore a leather hood over his face, and his feathers glowed so red that the raindrops running down his body over his feathers almost looked like drops of blood. Everyone cowered in wide - eyed fear at this unexpected terrifying visitor. In his hand he held a staff, dark, knarled, knotted and bent. He too, was stooped and bent. The dark crystal skull glared with it's red gemmed eyes as all who beheld them, it seemed alive like it was watching them, it's eyes seemed to follow their every movement. Some people ran away screaming, terrified.
Suddenly, from somewhere in the crowd, a voice was heard "Vaughn! It can't be! Is - is that you?!?"
An adult stepped out, staring with disbelief, and came closer to the silent figure, who had not so much as uttered a word yet. He stood there, silently, hand on his staff, simply taking in the scene. The adult walked right up to him, and put out his hand to touch him, but stopped when he came too close, for his hand felt a transparent energy - an evil energy. It wouldn't let him get any closer.
"Vaughn" the creature whispered, staring up into his face again, with disbelief, fear and horror "What have you done?"

Vaughn beheld him silently for a few moments, and then finally spoke. "Father?"
His father stepped back in alarm "It is you! Vaughn, what is this - ? What happened to you!?!"

"I am no longer just Vaughn" declared Vaughn, raising his staff "I am Vaughn, The Shredder" As though on cue, lightening crashed loudly and his talons flashed in the light as they clutched his staff and he hollered something that they didn't understand. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a huge hoard of bandits came running forward yelling and crying out to kill and burn the place down. The moment the villages saw them, they knew they were done for.
The pillaging began and everyone was murdered in cold blood. Vaughn stood in the middle with his arms folded, watching the events unfold before him. His father came before him with his hands clutched together and implored to know why he was doing this. "Your mother died from pining because we all thought you were dead. She was only young, you broke her heart! Why, Vaughn, WHY??"
Vaughn looked at him steadily "On the last day that I left this place, I had ventured far and I came across this staff" He held it up in the moonlight "It changed me. It opened my eyes up to what I could REALLY achieve. I realized what I had been missing out on. I took it to a nearby village and - by the next morning, I was a new man."
As he declared this, the skull glared at him father menacingly. Vaughn knocked him to the ground with the staff "I made myself and army, and came back to destroy and take from the people who sheltered me from reality" he snarled. The rain had stopped, and he raised his staff, casting the rain of fire, burning the place to the ground after it had been pillaged and everything stolen. The last he saw of his father, he stood up, grasping his head where it had been wounded after being hit, and ran off somewhere into the flames.


Vaughn had become completely contaminated, turning him into one of the most ruthless beings on the earth. Some believe that there is no wrong that he wouldn't commit - and when it comes to something standing in his way, he will quite literally stop at nothing to get to where he's headed. He is greatly feared even among his own kind. No one knows quite how he came to be this way...you can almost FEEL the darkness reeking from off of him if you stand too close - he is troubled by no one, and even those who are deemed his friends feel unsafe in his presence!