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Name: JAK AND DAXTER

Age for Jak: 21 yrs
Age for Daxter: 20 yrs
Height for Jak: 5'13
Height for Daxter: 2.5 FT
Genders: Male

Jaks powers: Dark-Jak Transformation- Turns dark and more powerful with a demon look made from "Dark Eco" He can preform shockwaves, electric spirals, incredible speed, sharp claws, and high jumps.
                   Light-Jak Transformation- Turns pure and completely white with mystic abilities and powers. He grows wings to fly around with, a sheild for protection, the ability to slow down time, and intense strength.

Weapons: Scatter gun, Wave concussor, Plasmite RPG, Blaster, Beam reflexor, Gyro burster, Vulcan fury, arc wielder, needle lazer, Peace maker, mass inverter, super nova (look up the descriptions for the gun-mods, its too much to type).

ORIGIN: 

Jak made his debut in The Precursor Legacy at fifteen years old, with his most recent appearance in The Lost Frontier at twenty years old. He is the son of Damas, born to the House of Mar in Haven City, but raised by Samos Hagai in Sandover Village until his mid teenage years. He and his best friend, Daxter, traveled to find a way to turn daxter back into a human after being mutated by "dark eco" They fought many battles up to the discovery of the portal to another time. Once being separated from the green-sage and keira after being transported to a different time, Jak was captured where for years, he was transformed into dark jak. This begins Jak II. Jak and Daxter then fight through the future world of their new home, meeting people like Torn, Ashelin, Brutter, and more while on their journey. After battling a race of beings called metal heads, the dynamic-duo come face-to-face with the Mealhead boss, Kor. Once beaten, another portal opens, where a younger jak in the future goes back in time to begin the story where the original jak did. Jak 3 begins. After being considered a menace to the place of Heaven City, Jak is banished to the outlands where he happens to find his father. Jak finds out near the end of the story when his father dies. After proving himself worthy of being a warrior in the outlands, he then sets back to Heaven City where the place has been overridden with MetalHeads. While trying to stop the invasion of metal heads, Jak and Daxter find out that ancient dark eco controllers are headed to earth. Jak then learns that the precursors have something very special planned for him. They give him the powers of Light-Jak.  With this power, he defeats the armies of the Dark eco controllers and Erol, the cocky and furious cyborg that Jak beat in a race, and is now deemed hero and savior of heaven city. It is not long before he realizes that he was the Heir to the original king of Heaven City, Mar. The first three stories are the most important and I don't care for the rest. Jak and Daxter, however, continue in the RPs'....( any Q's, just Look it up or ask me).

RP: Any.
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Name: The Dragonborn; Dovahkiin



Age: 36 years old

Size:
Height- 6'1"
Weight- 220lbs

Sex: Male

Personality: A warrior that enjoys to help others in need. He doesn't mind dwelling inside dangerous crypts and ruins just too search for an old forgotten book for someone or perhaps to figure out secrets of Skyrim's past. He enjoys the adventure and doesn't mind getting lost or sidetracked along the way.
However if he has his mind set on something he will do it, no matter what and no matter the cause.

Powers & Abilities: The Dragonborn is a master of all forms of battle and war tactics. Able to use almost every weapon that is placed in his hands. He is a master swordsman, able to wield long, broad, and great-swords with ease. Maces and war-axes. An expert two handed knight from battleaxes and war-hammers. He's eye sight is superb, able to "zoom" in on targets from distances. Making him deadly with short and long bows. He is also quiet and stealthy, able to walk over ground traps without triggering them. Give him two daggers in his hands and he'll cut your throat open without you even knowing that he was there. He is a excellent blacksmith, able to create anything from simple iron and steel to complex Daedric to dragon bone/scale armors.

He has many Daedric artifacts in his possession. All powerful in their own way.. Such weapons are:
Mehrunes' Razor- able to kill a target instantly using its Daedric Banishing magic. The weapon also has the ability to take the souls of the enemies that it banishes.
Eltonbrand- a powerful katana that was forged by ancient Dragons. It has an extremely powerful fire enchantment, which is said to burn as hot as Dragon's fire.
Ring of Khajiit- a ring that allows the user to become invisible and as quick as the breath of wind.
Skeleton Key- a lock pick and key that is able to break into any lock.
Dawnbreaker- a powerful sword with an equally powerful sun-like enchantment. This sword is the un-dead's worse nightmare, causing even more damage to them, and also explodes on impact.

However he much rather use more simple and "trustworthy" weapons. Simple steel is usually good enough and it usually gets the job done.. one way or the other.

Not only is he a great warrior and assassin, but also a powerful mage! He knows and understands all forms magic and knows how to use magic to it's fullest. For a short time he was the Arch-mage of the College of Winterhold, here is where he trained and learned for years in the art of Magic wielding. He knows countless Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Illusion, Mysticism, Thaumaturgy, and Restoration spells. Able to conjure and summon powerful demons and Daedra. Resurrect the dead in great numbers. A master in all forms of destruction base magic. Able to create powerful wards and his Restoration skill surpasses almost all known beings on Nirn. His thaumaturgy skills are also great, able to levitate objects and making him capable of walking on water, and even hovering slightly above the ground.

As Dragonborn, he is capable of speaking like the Dragons. Able to use "Words Of Power", the "Thu'um" or "Shouts." Some of these shouts allow him to do a number of things like:

Being able to slow time, call in the harshest storms, take on the aspect of a dragon dealing colossal blows and taking little damage. He has the ability to disintegrate enemies with one shout, has power over every element, moves extremely fast and quick, can become ethereal where he is unable to harm or be harmed. He's able to call animals around him for help, ability to disarm anything or anyone, can instill fear into any enemy to make them flee in terror. He can whisper a shout to see anyone's aura within miles and can make his attacks 10x as fast with his Elemental Fury shout. He can bend the will of anyone to fight for him instead of against him and he can drain the vitality from all enemy attacks, weakening their health as well as their strength and magical abilities. He is able to tear souls from anything or anyone and can resurrect all dead in his vicinity to fight along his side. & much more!

Last, but not least.. The Dragonborn is capable of turning into the most feared and ferocious beast of all the lands, a Werewolf. He has complete control of his Werewolf body, though at times the two struggle to see eye to eye.
In this form, the Dragonborn is much stronger and much better at close quarter combat. His hide his thick and strong to point where most normal weaponry would not do damage. His claws can tear through flesh like a hot knife through butter. His jaws and teeth can break solid mammoth bone like it was cereal. He can leap high and long distances, climb trees and scale mountains with ease, able to run at speeds of over 80kmh for long periods of time. Even in this form he is able to hold himself against Giants and Dragons.

Weaknesses: The Dragonborn has no real known weakness, but like many he can be slain in battle. However, the only way to truly defeat him is by getting his soul absorbed by another Dragonborn, for if he dies by normal means there is a chance that he can be resurrected..
Also in his Werewolf form he is indeed weak to silver. Though it is rare to have an encounter with someone who keeps silver on them.

Faction: The Realm of Nirn; Skyrim, Tamriel

Biography: "Damn it Ulfric!! When did you become so blind!?!" I pound my fist on the table inside the tent of Ulfric Stormcloak, my oldest friend. My father was a blacksmith under the employ of Ulfric's father and as children we became fast friends, even taking an oath of brotherhood. When I wasn't tending the forge with my father we would be training with the guards in Windhelm, learning the ways of blade and axe. Ulfric eventually was taken to High Hrothgar, to be trained by the Greybeards, while I remained in Windhelm and joined the Guard. 10 years later the Aldmeri Dominion attacked Cyrodill. As part of the Empire, Skyrim was called to aid in the war effort. Ulfric returned home from his training with the abilities of The Voice and together we enlisted to fight in the army. We fought alongside one another through numerous battles, winning some, but ultimately we were against impossible odds. During one long and bloody battle we had been overrun, Ulfric and I had been taken prisoner along with the rest of our comrades that had lived. Because of Ulfric's status as son of a Jarl, the Thalmor tortured him, trying to get information to aid their cause. The boy I had once known was forever changed by the horrors of war..

Once the White-Gold Concordat had been signed, the Empire had bartered for our freedom. Ulfric returned home while I decided to remain in Cyrodiil and help return order to the Empire in any way I could. For bravery and valor in battle I was awarded, and quickly became recognized for both my charisma with the people, and skills at diplomacy within the courts. Years later, disturbing reports of the Dominion preparing for another assault had reached us, and shortly after it was reported that Ulfric had killed Torygg, the High King of Skyrim. If the information that the Aldmeri were planning on launching another assault on the Empire were true, then the full strength and co-operation of the Provinces would be needed. I was instantly dispatched as an ambassador to try and reason and negotiate a peace with Ulfric. Finding him encamped near Darkwater Crossing, I made my way to seek an audience with my old friend.. It wasn't going well..

"Blind!? Is it blindness to want to live free!?!? To want to worship OUR God's as our fathers did before us!?!?" He shouted back at me, "You're blind because you can't see the larger picture Ulfric!! The troubles of the few pale in comparison to the troubles of the many!!!" Ulfric only sneered, planting his fists firmly on the table opposite me, "Why should Skyrim care about the troubles of a weak and corrupt Empire!? We have always been strong! Once I drive the Empire out from Skyrim and unite the Jarls, we will have nothing to fear from the damned elves!!" I drop my head in frustration. The young man I grew up with was destined to be wise and just. But he had changed, and not for the better. "Ulfric, if that is what you believe than you are both blind and a fool. There is no way that Skyrim alone can hope to stand against the Thalmor! In order for us to win this, protect our people, and preserve our way of life, YOU need to let go of this foolish crusade!! Sacrifices had to be made in order to ensure our survival. If we didn't make the choices we had NONE of us would be here today, or shackled in chains of servitude to the Dominion!" Stubborn as ever, Ulfric refused to see reason, "When did you become such a mild-drinker!? Your father must look down from Sovngarde and WEEP for the Imperial lap dog his son has become!!!" He always had a way with words.

Enraged at Ulfric's talk of my Father I launch a fist directly into his jaw, he falls backwards from the force of the blow. If I can't talk sense into him then by Talos I'll beat it into him! I throw the table that was between us aside and move towards him, before I can throw another punch Ulfric is back on his feet.

"FUS RO DAH!!!!!"

Using the power of The Voice, Ulfric sends me flying out of the tent. I fly into a tree and with a heavy thud land a heap on the ground. Trying to regain my senses I look up to see Ulfric storming out of the wreckage of his tent, axe in hand. I spring to my feet and run to my horse, freeing my sword from it's sheath. I turn back around, swinging wide with my sword just in time to block Ulfric's downward swing. He may have the power of the voice, but I was always the stronger! With all the strength I can muster I drive myself forward, pushing Ulfric backwards and off balance before thrusting a boot into his stomach. He had fallen back and I had the dominant position, but just as I raised my sword overhead, havoc broke loose. An Imperial battalion, lead by General Tullius, had burst onto the scene. During the confusion of my dual with Ulfric the Stormcloaks were quickly overrun. My attack on Ulfric brought to a halt, I paused to try and take in what was happening, and during my bewilderment something had hit me hard in the back of the head. The taste of blood and dirt in my mouth, the last thing I remember seeing was Ulfric being bound and gagged as conciousness slipped away...

It was two days later that I finally regained my senses. I had been loaded into a cart with Ulfric, a young Stormcloak, and a horse thief who had gotten caught up in the confusion. Talk among the guards was that Ulfric was sentenced to death for his crimes and we were being transported to Helgen for execution. When we arrived I saw the Headsman, sharpening his axe in preparation for its duty. Despite my death being close at hand, all I could feel was relief. At least now this war is over, and the Empire can focus on defending against the Thalmor. We're unloaded off the carts and the Imperial soldiers run through the list, calling out names. Ulfric Stormcloak Jarl of Windhelm, Ralof of Riverwood. The horse thief, Lokir, is called and tries to make a run for it, screaming that he was not part of the rebellion. Before he can run 10 paces he's shot down by Imperial archers, "Anyone else feel like running!?" The Imperial captain calls out to the rest of the captives. "Wait a minute, you there! Who are you?" A young Nord soldier had picked me out of the crowd. I look sidelong at Ulfric, who just stares back, a burning hatred in his eyes. I let out a sigh before looking back at the young Nord, "Just a Nord trying to save his home..."

"You picked a bad time to come back to Skyrim, Kinsman. Captain, what should we do with him? He's not on the list." The Imperial captain looks me over before shrugging, "Forget the list, he dies with the rest of them!!" "I'm sorry, but at least you'll die here, in your homeland. To the block prisoner, nice and easy." I am pushed in position among the rest of the prisoners. Everything is a blur as I close my eyes and breath in the cool, crisp air of Skyrim. "Next, the Nord in the rags!!" I'm pulled from my thoughts by the announcement of my death, just as I take a step towards the block, a loud roaring bellows out from the mountains. I'm ordered to ignore it and take my place at the block. Accepting my fate, I look up for one last glance at the sky I was born under, when out of the clouds a beast tumbles towards the Earth!! Black wings and breathing fire, as impossible as it seems a dragon lands on the top of a tower and flaming boulders crash into the ground! I was able to break free and make my escape with the young Nord, who told me his name was Hadvar. Together we make our way to his uncle's home in Riverwood. After explaining what had happened and the great shadow that had flown over the land, Hadvar's uncle urges me to go to Whiterun and inform Jarl Balgruuf of what had happened, in hopes he will send aid to fortify Riverwood. He gives me some supplies and I make my farewells, heading to see the Jarl of Whiterun.

After arriving in Whiterun and convincing Jarl Balgruuf to send reinforcements to Riverwood, a guard storms into the palace, claiming a dragon is attacking the western tower! The Jarl sends me along with his Housecarl to assess the situation and hopefully defeat the dragon. Once we arrived, the dragon came out of the mountains and flew over us, breathing scorching flames. The Whiterun Guard are able to bring the beast to the ground, where I managed to jump onto the dragon and plunge my great sword deep into it's skull! Celebrating the victory, we're cut short as a light shines forth from the dragon and swirls around me. After the spectacle, a guard claims that I am Dragonborn! Able to absorb the souls of dragons and use the power of The Voice. I shout out at the sky, clouds swirling before the might of my voice! With that the ground shook and the mountains rumbled as the sound of the Greybeards themselves echo through the night sky - telling me to come to their temple on High Hrothgar.

Later on, I found myself sitting against a wall on top of the gate to the city. I had been made Thane of Whiterun and had been called to High Hrothgar by the Greybeards. But I still had a mission to complete, to bring an end to the civil war and unite Skyrim and the Empire to battle against the Dominion. Knowing what I have to do I start to make my way to High Hrothgar. I am going to train the way of the voice, raise an army, and aid the Empire in ending this civil war. I am going to defeat Ulfric. I am going to have to kill my friend.

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This shall be my last journal entry for a lot has passed since I have written in this old, dusty book. This shall be quick for I do not have much time left. A new adventure I seek as this world has been explored and conquered.

Ulfric has been defeated - slayed by my hand and blade. It was for the best and he knew this as well. Skyrim can now look forward and hopefully the Empire will drive out the Thalmor from our lands sooner than later.
Alduin, the World Eater has been sent back to an unknown plane of Oblivion. I did not absorb his soul, so until we meet again Dragon I shall be waiting.
Miraak, the self-proclaimed first Dragonborn had returned to the island of Solstheim due to the Daedric prince, Hermaeus Mora's influence. The spellsword was no match to the almighty of my Thu'um.
I had became the Harbinger of the great Companions. An honour I cherish deeply and one that I will never forget for my dear Aela has given me a great gift. I was uncertain at first, but now I accept it.. for I am a Werewolf.
Lord Harkon, a vampire lord seeking to block out the sun, so that the vampires may feast upon the living. I knew he must be stopped and stopped him I did. Turned into a pile of dust beneath my feet.
The Thieves Guild has stopped their petty crimes thanks to me.. putt in a cell the lot of them. Never to rob or steal again.
The Dark Brotherhood weren't so lucky. After killing their leader inside a old, rustic cabin I made my towards their base of operation. Hidden away within a cave. It was not smart of her leaving a note within her pocket stating what was the answer to get inside their liar.
I traveled all across Tamriel from my home in Windhelm to the swamps of Black Marsh and the deserts of Elswyer to the ash covered Morrowind, and everywhere in between!
I've also put to rest the awaken, ancient Dragonpriests whom wished to regain their control over the land.
Ah, but most exciting was seeing the College of Winterhold. I have never wished to see inside such a place, but with learning of myself as Dragonborn magic has certainly intrigued me greatly. I was even made Arch-mage at the end of it all!

And with that I must leave. Where I shall go next? I do not know, but one thing is for certain.. adventure has always seemed to find me.

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Name:
Mew

Mew is a pink, bipedal Pokémon with mammalian features. Its snout is short and wide and it has triangular ears and large, blue eyes. It has three-fingered paws, large feet with oval markings on the soles, and a long, thin tail ending in an ovoid tip. Its hair is so fine and thin, it can only be seen under a microscope. Mew has big hind legs and short arms with three-fingered paws. Mew is said to have the DNA of every single Pokémon contained within its body, and as such is able to learn most attacks.
Age: Unknown
Height: 1'04" and 0.4 metres
Weight: 8.8 lbs and 4.0kg
Sex:
Genderless
Powers:
Mew can learn most techniques learned by each Pokémon. (Such as Psychic, Aura Sphere, Dragon Claw and many more) It also knows telekinesis as well. 
Origins:
Mew's origins as to where it was born is unknown, however, in Guyana, South America, there had been sights of Mew flying around. Scientists once called Mew, "Project 151" as they once created the 'monstrous' Mewtwo. Mew is a rare legendary Psychic-type Pokémon, and is rumored to have the DNA of every Pokémon in existence. This is somewhat proven through its nature of learning most techniques of any Pokémon. However, Mew cannot learn such moves like Sacred Sword and Draco Meteor.

Pokédex Entry: "A Pokémon of South America that was thought to have been extinct. It is very intelligent and learns any move." - Pokédex Entry from Project FireRed

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