Saber Lily

What part of "immortal transdimensional goddess" wasn't clear

Zion has the perk of being an unaging goddess.

Well she looks around 19, really she looks way too young for the jobs she does Just the face seems too old is all. She's at this point maybe 22? She was 17 when I first made her, a few years back...not that she can really age after becoming a god.

She looks a bit old but I love it

I even thought to myself "now don't forget it" then I died and had to pay attention to Destiny.

Name: Noise Gender: Female Age: 16 Appearance: Warrior of Darkness (good) or Light (evil): Light (Lumina's servant) Weapon of choice: Dawnmourne, the Axe of the Lost City Bio: A mytersious girl who one day appeared at the home of Lumina Light, she has no memories beyond three words - "Forward Unto Dawn." Unable to really do much beyond summon an axe way too big for her, "Noise" has devoted herself to Lumina, in hopes one day she can find her memories. Some say she resembles a long-gone Princess of Light, but Lumina says she's just cute. Anything else? She seems to be searching for something, but all she knows is the three words. Lumina named her "Noise" after she made a dreadful din the night she arrived, crying and all that. Light and Darkness

That's kind of the joke. He's so hold that he kept getting all these titles. He only goes by one personally - Lord of Iron. ....and Bane of Cabbages, he thinks that one is hilarious.

Rei - Courtyard Rei threw another Ruinga, keeping Indy covered as he got ready again. Zion - Courtyard Seeing Junsei, she turned, Zion's four double-ended Keyblades melted into existence. She raised her hand, the Keyblades forming a loose circle around her. Pointed at Junsei, points of light began to form and grow at the end of each blade. "You have five seconds to run." She said simply. "Light of Zero - Buster Shot." They fired beams of Light right at her, letting the students get the training against the Dragon.

Eclaire - Azura's Shiva's Home in Ambrosia Forest Eclaire was quiet as she listened. As the Queen looked upon her and questioned her skills, Eclaire was ready to answer...then was silenced. Then very notion that the Queen herself wished to make her a knight...that this woman would give her such a chance to atone, to make up for all her past failures...her eyes teared up once more, and she wiped them away. "I have trained in the art of sword and spear, as well as trained my magic over the years I traveled." She paused. "All stories of my controversial existence are true, or rooted in truth. None of what I did I am proud of...but my deeds were not heroic. I did them because someone had to. I did them...because I needed to atone. I chose to help people, because of all I hurt. So please, your highness. I've done nothing worthy of the title "heroic." I have only done what I saw was a path to atonement. I did what I felt would atone." She looked away. "I did it for selfish reasons. Even if I helped people, my heart only looked to atone for the lives I destroyed." Rhaedyn Thane, He of Many Names but claims One - Lord of Iron: Gladeus The inn was quiet. The moment the iron man strode in, boots clanking. The guard at the door had demanded his weapons, which he relieved...all too easily. But it was quite another thing to say, as the massive wall of iron walked through the tables. People scrambled out of his way, fur-lined cloak emblazoned with the emblem of a wolf. He stopped at the bar, where the innkeeper warily eyed the quite larger figure. "What can I do for you?" "Room and food." His voice was almost like an echo, but the power and force behind it made the man step back. "Alright. That'll be twenty coins." He said. Soon a bag was dropped on the wooden surface. "Thirty. I will take my food in the room." Not one to say no to more money, the man took it. "I will send someone with the food at once. Any preference?" "No alcohol. I will keep my senses, unlike your patronage. And knock, lest you need to hire anew." He turned after being handed a key, but faced about five men just inside the hall. Each had pulled a knife, and the location was just out of sight - a blind spot. Each knife had a sickly glow. Poison magic. "Alright metal man. We know you got coin. Hand it over." "Five against one. You're two hundred short." They scoffed, now one drawing a heavy club. Clearly the guard was corrupt. The man let out a metal laugh. "You have not heard of me." "Should we have? Buckethead? Showoff? Metal King?" "Iron lord." The closest man was thrown back by the pure force of the punch, his face broken and bleeding. The others froze. One punch had taken out one of them, but the man with the club swung. It was caught, and the simple heavy wood started to smolder. He crushed it, the cinders raining down. The man didn't get a chance to scream as another fist sent him into the wall. "I am Rhaedyn Thane, Last King of Ithuriel. And you have chosen the path of the dark." Turning the broken and battered thieves in was the easiest thing he had done. After seeing him burn and crush a club before knocking out their biggest guy, the other three thieves gave up, begging for mercy. He had tied and dragged them all to the guards, leaving them and pocketing some coin. He returned, before slugging the guard. "I'd find new security. This one missed enough knives to kill a King." Rhaedyn Thane walked past the barkeep, who could only look at his bloodied guard, wondering if this was a good profession to be in, if giant armored men would walk in and cause fights. He looked down in defeat, only to see another bag of twenty gold. "...at least the bastard pays well."

In the case of the City of Iron, Ithuriel, it's "the road to Heaven is paved with good deeds, and let us hasten your journey."

Yeah, they are long gone, from a time of warlords and misery. Only nine remain in a temple at the top of a mountain...or so the legends say They'd predate the Imperial City of Exire, as they were wiped from history by surviving warlords and stuff. Hope and dreams are dangerous yak now

Speaking of the North, I hope my Ithurians race being from the Far North of the Northern continent was not too much; the race has been mostly extinct so not like they'd be a major player.

No mystery to why the Ithurians were nearly wiped out. People don't like powerful paladins of goof ruining their nefarious deeds with flaming weapons. @Mystics That, and I'm usually never very good at turn based combat that isn't Pokemon

A bit. I need to play it more, as I haven't in awhile

;-; I know, Zion doesn't want to take all the but she also wants to go exploring!

Shulk doesn't let me have fun ;-;

DARK AZURA. That PM has made me so happy now.

That;s the joke!

The only dancing I like is from D.Va.

He totally should be sleeping in the library.

It does require a bit more effort to use the Holy/Healing magic he knows, because reasons.

I got inspired. So I decided to have fun. Then when I realized I had too many titles, I gave him more. Because why not. I have more information, Mystics, that I will send in PM Later. I just discovered at shift left me more to do v.v Name: Rhaedyn Thane, Iron Lord of the North, Sovereign of Ithuriel, Herald of Winter and Bringer of First Light, to the East Dragon of Death, and to the West the Rising Sun, Deliverer of Toys and Smiter of Cabbages, Bane of Weeds; the Wall upon which Darkness Breaks, the Last King of Ithuriel, He of Many Names yet Claims One - Lord of Iron. I am the Last King, and the First Light. Gender: Unknown, assumed male Race: Ithurian Age: Unknown, theorized to be over 13,000 years old; tall tales say eons. He says it matters not, only that he lives. Appearance: Magic (if any): Darkness fades when my Light blazes -Power of the Eternal Flames of Ithuriel (control over fire) -Power over the Endless Cold (control of ice) -Power of Angels (healing, flight, and Holy magic) -Signature move: Land of the King - striking the ground with his weapon creates a battlefield of his choice - be in a land of fire or ice-locked blizzard. Does no damage, unless to step in the fire. -Wolf pack: Can summon dire wolves to aide in battle, or any manner of needs wolves can fufill. -Can summon his weapons to his hands, like Thor and Mjolnir. Weapons: Dawnmourne consumes; Frostlight Ends The Iron Axe, Dawnmourne (pictured above ) (can be set on fire), and the Blade of the King, Frostlight LINK (covered in the clearest blue ice). Personality: We were outnumbered ten to one. They needed more. Enigmatic, pragmatic, and straightforward, Rhaedyn Thane is the epitome of the White Paladin archetype - a defender of good, a champion of justice and a man who seeks no glory but stands out as glorious. He does not care for any fame, but only cares for what is right. A righteous man, the ultimate flaw is he will judge evil without distinction, for darkness will always breed darkness. Those unwilling to turn to light are given no mercy beneath Dawnmourne, and those who chose to turn from good to revel in evil will feel the bite of Frostlight. For there is no Light but of the World Tree, and any infection must be cleansed through fire or ice. Biography: When the fires died and the darkest night waned, nine Iron Wolves emerged from the ruins. In the far North, where the mountains are locked in endless blizzards and summer is but a month, there is a legend of the City of Iron, a citadel where the mighty Ithurian race once called home. Alone they championed justice, and alone they stood. Master of magic and warfare, their crusade to eradicate evil wrought the ire of ten warlords. Backed by twenty thousand strong, the City of Iron was ensieged. Rumors and stories claim the battle lasted one thousand years, until one of the ten brought forth one hundred mages. With fire as hot as the magma of the volcanoes of the West. Together the One Hundred set the City of Iron aflame, and over the next ten days the Fall of Ithuriel was inevitable. As the sun set on the tenth day, as the fires died and the battle grew still, legends say that the Last King and eight of his greatest warriors emerged from the broken gates. As fire and frost slid off their armor, the blood-soaked Iron Axe of Rule raised. It's name forever forgotten, as the hilt slammed into the ground, a blizzard, a torrent of snow and ice erupted, covering the five thousand left. The battle's exact time is unknown, but as the blizzard died, ten warlords faced the Last Ithurians. Nine fell to their retribution, and one escaped. His wild tales flew about the land, reaching the far corners...before he was struck down. At one point, Ten Warlords ruled and subjugated. Today, the Far North has no Warlords, but belongs to the Northern realm. The City of Iron and the Iron Paladins who once championed the cause of justice were wiped from the annals of history, lest one believe in such things and choose to take up the title of Iron. But today, as the Overworld and Lowerworld draw ever closer to war, the Last King of Ithuriel is said to have taken up his mighty axe and devastating sword, to once again bring fear to those who plot evil. The name of Rhaedyn Thane is once again whispered, as the Last King reveals himself. If he Nine come together again, then the battle has been decided.

Eclaire: My parents were drunk and someone cast the wrong spell. And relationships? Last time I tried I sucked the life out of them. Kind of put a damper on me ever finding someone to settle down with.

Rei took a breath. Readying her stance, she leapt forward and unleashed a 7 hit combo on the dragon''s leg, before leaping back. Luna having healed Indy, she could focus. "Aim for the legs and wings while it is stunned, keep it grounded!" Meanwhile... "WRONG." Zion dropped beside Luna and started yanking her stance. "No, like this. Foot HERE. Angle your blade LIKE THIS. I don't spend two hours a day for you to still look like an amateur!" She stopped. "There. Perfect, Luna. Now remember this stance and practice plenty after you all beat the dragon."

Then we hope the Ark get us to a new home.