Ok this is something to help everyone with developing characters for stories’ or even if you like comics.
I have decided to do a series so you can create a character of a certain theme. And hopefully adapt that character.

Your task here is to develop a villain.

The Villain could be from present day or the future the past/Fantasy.

You need to describe his name.
appearance
attitude
specialty
age
hair colour if any
male/female
height

Then you need a description about him.
why is he a villain is it by choice or that life has dealt the character a raw deal

you will need a biography of your character
and obviously you'll need a time line of character lives in.

what are his goals.


what does he wear usually and does he use weapons if so why does he use those weapons.

and the character's characteristics

James Lee Parmentier, age 31, born in High Bluff, TN, currently working as a deisel mechanic at a truck stop near Porter, PA. He has thinning red hair and is clean shaven. He stands 5'7" tall, has a weak chin, brown eyes, a shapless nose, thin lips, and is prone to acne. He has a thin build apart from a bit of a gut, and doesn't talk much because to hide a slight stutter, especially when he is nervous. His father ran off when he was 9 years old, leaving him with his mother (who was a beast in her own right, but that;s a whole other character). He has never been popular, and has always been treated as a failure. Every 6 to 8 weeks, he takes sick time, and disappears for several days (and has also been fired for thyat reason, so he stays on the move. During these absences, he cruises the highwys, and picks his victrims, women travelling alone. He sabotages their cars so they break down on the highway, then shows up in his pickup truck with a towing bar and a magnetic auto repair sign on the doors. He takes them to secluded areas, tortures them over a period of a day or so, then conceals the bodies and the vehicles where they are not found for days or even weeks.

Hazel Melichie has dyed pink hair, she's 5 feet 2 inches and 210 lbs. She has amazing eyes if only anyone would ever look at her face. Most people are more interested in the fact that she's chunky and clumsy. She used to shy away from people but as she got to highschool she realized it's much more fun to give people a taste of their own medicine. She is 17 and mad at the world for laughing at her all the time. She is extremely sarcastic and has a bit of sense of humor, even if it is at her own expense. She wears a pink spandex leotard. Pink's her favorite color. She uses it to stick out and be flashy. She doesn't care if she gets negative attention. Any attention is good attention. Her weapon is a 60lb. canned ham. She clobbers thin people over the head with it. She lives with her mother and her 2 siters, who are popular and thin and she secretly wishes she can be just like them. Her sisters tease her and moo at her when they see her in the halls at school. They are twins and are a year younger than her. She hates all thin people and wants to rid the world of all the beautiful people.

At 5ft 7, Alexandra was taller than a lot of other females who she met and she loved it. Her hair tumbled down her back in dishwater blonde curls that bounced around her shoulders. She has aged well over the last 35 years, slight crease around her bright blue eyes being the only telltale of her age. She spent her days wearing knee length skirts that fluttered as she walked and cute little jumpers, always wishing to look professional yet stylish. In her handbag she always carries a small 3inch blade with her, which was something she had received from her grandfather many years ago. From time to time she found the blade misplaced, lodged in someone’s ribcage or slicing their throat. Her extensive travels to many different countries left her with a lot of exotic trinkets and finely made swords from all over the globe, aswell as a knowledge of over 7 different languages. Alexandra was unsure as to why she liked killing so much, but she did. A thirst for blood and the thrill inspired her with her writing and by the age of 30 had several best0selling novels on shelves all over the world. The feel of her sword piercing another person’s heart, and the sensation of the power she had over them delighted her immensely. She wishes one day to write an autobiography and show the world what she is really like, the person they love so much, revealed as a serial killer.

His name for most of the story is Lucifer (cliche i know) but he was born with the name Setherin.
He was a refugee in a warbetween angels and humans, he was on the loosing side. Most of the angels (his race) were given shelter at a place called Haven. Setherin was on his way there with his little brother who he was extreemly fond and protective of. they were split up on the way to Haven. and the main character (his brother Taebriel) believed him dead from then on.
he and his brother were born to be the avatars of the gods Chaos and Order who were playing an age old game to decide who would control the earth.
To bend Setherin to his cause Chaos implanted a shard of his soul inside of Setherin. Setherin then takes the name of Lucifer and using powers given to him by the god changes his apearence and continues on to Haven. His destiny is to kill Taebriel or vice versa but he constantly finds ways to put it off. he spends years at Haven, manipulating the angels there until he achives a certain amount of power.
Due to the shard of Chaos inside of him Lucifer is extreemly unbalanced. he experiences emotions randomly and could be a benevolent leader at one point then evil dictator the next, all depending upon his twisting nature. He manages to hold most of it in, away from public eye but he tends to have outbursts of joy or anger.
The old Setherin side of him is still alive deep inside of him and stops him from killing Taebriel.
he watches Taebriel grow up, finding ways to put off killing the boy. when finaly he can put it off no more he engages a clumsy assassin to kill Taebriel. the boy realises what is going to happen and flees Haven. His journey is not relevant to this description so i'm going to omit it.
The Setherin side of his personality is a constant anoyance to him as he usualy manages to find ways to unconsiously foil his own plans to kill Taebriel.
Sorry if that was a bit long :)

Her weapon is a 60lb. canned ham. She clobbers thin people over the head with it.... She hates all thin people and wants to rid the world of all the beautiful people.

elusive, that's one of the funniest and most creative things I've read in many a day. :cool: I think Hazel must be one of those villains you secretly cheer for. I'd love to know that she prevails in the end (and maybe surrenders her canned ham and makes peace with the thin people of the world.)

Thanks Ivy.
When I wrote that character I knew in my head she was destined to make peace with herself and the thin people. :-)

Kether Malakh, (47), his brow is covered by unkempt blond hair, he stands at near five and a half feet. He dresses in an outfit of a tight leather tunic over a flowing cloth robe, all white and trimmed in black. From his belt hangs a thick piece of cloth with the phrase "Hard and Narrow is the way that leads out and to the light" embroidered in gold and written in basani [uh, it's hard to describe, but I've been told it looks something like a cross between arabic, japanese, and hebrew]. Often he'll carry with him a mace-sword with the words "Glory" and "Light" carved on each side. Bags hang under his eyes. Sleep and an appetite are things that elude him. He wants to renew the world, but to do so will bring about death. Death to end deaths, he can understand the concept, but still it haunts him.
In his twenties he was in the Vanaheim Army, fighting against the country of Utgard, which had assassinated the Vanir king. Five years later it was found that the country of Alfheim had sent the assassin, and they had assassinated an Utgardian leader as well. The war changed and the sides shifted, it eventually it went global. After five years of watching everyone he had ever know die because of a lie, he deserted the army. At the end of the war Kether started bringing together a group of equally disillusioned individuals, and not only from Vanaheim. The six founding members ate six of seven seeds from the Sephiroth, a tree of the Gods. Each of them were gifted with amazing abilities. Kether could control light. Bend it, pull it together and create hard light substances. Increase it or decrease it.
He hides his emotions from everyone. He feels he has to be strict to keep his plans on track. He's not the kind of villian who kills people for disobedience or the inability to complete a difficult task. He's strict, but understanding. He has strained relationships with the other Sephiroth. If the heroes don't kill him, the stress will. He knows what he's doing is wrong, and even knows there may be other ways, but he also feels that what needs to be done must be done. The ends justify the means, innocents be damned. The innocent will no longer suffer in a renewed world.
And yet still, even when the order is carried out by others, the blood of the innocent is still on his hands. He's not even fit to live in the society he wishes to create. Some one must do the dirty jobs though, and for the sake of others it must be Kether, or so he feels.


damn.. I really need to grasp the concept of "short summary". Emphisis on the "short"

I really liked it, who cares if it's a bit olong. :)
Man that guy sounds like one heck of an almost-villan. Kinda wishing he was the hero instead. :(

Oooh, what a cool thread. I like Cogito's villian the best so far.

Jospeph Fletcher, age 28, works as a nurse in the local hospital. He has short dark brown hair, a thin face, and is clean shaven. Just shy of six feet tall, he has long thin arms and legs, and delicate fingers. When out of uniform he wears long coats, usually black. Jo is charismatic and charming, a facade to hide his enslavement to 'Jack'. Jack is a renegade AI, a leftover from a recent war with a neighbouring country, originally tasked with disrupting the infrastructure of the city in which Jo lives. He was inserted into Jo's biological memory via his onboard internet connection in one of the last, desperate net-attacks in the war, which ended with an uneasy truce. Within Jospeh's perceptions, Jack takes a form very similar to Joseph's and constantly urges Jo to spread panic and dischord. With these goals in mind, Joseph contaminates as many pieces of equipment and patients as possible with a slow acting, highly contagious virus known as FRS. FRS causes hallucinations and violent behaviour, and is spread through fluids.

During these absences, he cruises the highwys, and picks his victrims, women travelling alone. He sabotages their cars so they break down on the highway, then shows up in his pickup truck with a towing bar and a magnetic auto repair sign on the doors. He takes them to secluded areas, tortures them over a period of a day or so, then conceals the bodies and the vehicles where they are not found for days or even weeks.

Your villan sounds like a complete whacko, but that's what they're for aye? :)
Oh and also... i'm not sure if it's just an everyday villain method for killing people, because i've seen it before (on TV). It was in an episode of the something or other, about a psichic woman who works for the FBI. cant remeber the name at the moment but the villan goes and does the same thing as you've written then kidnapps the women and takes them back to his basement where he preforms his 'works of art' with a scalpel...
Just so you'd know.
I'm not sure if it's a common theme or someone just snatched the idea from under your feet...

During these absences, he cruises the highwys, and picks his victrims, women travelling alone. He sabotages their cars so they break down on the highway, then shows up in his pickup truck with a towing bar and a magnetic auto repair sign on the doors. He takes them to secluded areas, tortures them over a period of a day or so, then conceals the bodies and the vehicles where they are not found for days or even weeks. That sounds a lot like Wolf Creek. I couldn't watch all of that, it was sick

I've never watched Wolf Creek, Heather.

Milamber, is the show you were thinking of Medium?

And yes, there are a lo of pschopathic serial killers in books, movies, and TV. I'm not sure I would actually write a story around one. But it was fun putting together such a character, and not making him a carbon copy of Jared.

I've never watched Wolf Creek, Heather.
omg it is sick. do not watch it. lol.

And I love writing about psychopathic killers, they are the best :p

Samuel Segura.
Age: 36

His deep chestnut colored hair is mottled and kept in a low pony tail. He is never seen without a baseball cap atop his head, he holds his gaze low so there is a constant shadow on his face. He wears long sleeved shirts at all times, he does not believe in showing much skin to anyone except for his wife (when she behaves). He wears faded blue jeans that have duct taped holes on the knees and on the butt pockets.

He hates nature and sunlight; your typical pessimist. While he may loathe the outdoors he has a habit of being around flora and fauna, unwillingly. His wife is a year younger, and he only married her because he can control her habits. She is a small and shy woman who listens to every word he says, she also has a small fortune that she keeps hidden from Samuel.

While he does not have a mental disorder, he is a slow learner. He speech is well thought out and never careless, he never stutters or slurs his words. He likes to accuse his wife of cheating, though he knows she would be more likely to eat tree bark than do so. By accusing her of cheating, he feels he is given a reason to beat her and taunt her.

His goals in life are to find a comrade that can help him commit a spotless murder. He wants to end the life of his incompetent wife and inherit what money she has.

Aledrone
Age: 22

His short black hair caked in blood. His eyes bloodshot, to many drugs, and have dark circles underneath. He has blood underneath his fingers from ripping the flesh of his victims.
Those silver eyes watching you like the wolf he is.

Aledrone tends to be quiet only keeping his most inner sicker thoughts locked up. He stalks his victims making sure they feel fright. And when he finally catches them he puts them through many test. Drugging them and making sure they don't have a will of their own.

All Aledrone may seem like a brute there is another side of him. The calm talking, the persuasive speech, the never truly dirty look, and the gentle smile. How could anyone go wrong with trusting Aledrone?

(I kinda of put it into story format, but that was the only way I could describe him.)

A character for my "Evernight" stories. A bit rough still, but there we go.

Name: "Mittens The Kitten" (real name unknown). Often referred to solely as "Mittens".
Appearance: Mittens is a large, powerfully built anthro-feline. By the standards of his race he is considered attractive, though most races find him unnerving. His attire is quite typical for a Nightsider; dark, well-worn leathers designed for breaking and entering without undue trouble.
Attitude: Mittens is sadistic and unpredictable. He seems to hold no other life in any regard, save for a few exceptions. Most of the people he cares about, he views as tools or "things" to be used, nothing more. Mittens does whatever he wants, typically seeking to undertake risky and potentially profitable ventures.
Specialty: Mittens is a consumate thief, a ruthless assassin, and a talented brawler. Having survived Nightside since he was a boy, Mittens survived by killing and stealing, and has become one of the most dangerous criminals in Evernight.
Age: Mittens is somewhere in his early thirties, but nobody knows his true age.
Fur Colour: Mittens is a tabby anthro-cat.
Male/Female: Male.
Height: 6'3".
Backstory: The city of Evernight lies on the eastern coast of the Midnight Ocean; a mysterious ocean seething with unnatural powers. Shrouded in perpetual twilight, Evernight is a major hub for the vessels that traverse the ocean, and the caravans that brave the Dawn Mountains.
Whilst Evernight is a realm of culture and art, its slums and poorer districts, such as Nightside, are havens for pirates, criminals and scumbags of all kinds.

Mittens was but a boy when he was abducted from his home, and sailed across the Midnight Ocean. Before he had even reached puberty, the lost child was sold to a rich merchant as a slave, and subjected to many long years of abuse. Starved, beaten and molested, the slave-boy "Mittens" finally snapped, and killed his Master in a fit of violence. Fleeing into the darkness, Mittens fought and killed his way through Nightside, emerging many years later as one of the most powerful and most feared criminals in Evernight.

Mittens has no loyalty but to himself. Though he has worked with many criminals, from Crime Lords to two-bit pickpockets, he is part of no gang.

Daniel Zuckerson is about 43, and is a failed scientists. He studies biology, but looks toward changing Dna and RNA into genetically altered men. He has black spiked and short hair, with gray streaked on his sideburns. He wears a face mask typically, and a long white labcoat splattered with blood. He stands about 6'5'' and weighing 195 lbs. He is very wise, but equally insane with his beliefs of creating artificial man. He chose his path in a Hitler-type theme, where he believed that his accomplishments, however bloody and murderous they may be, contributed to the world. He once tried to kill his own son, nearly succeeding, but thwarted. He has taken special interest in Will Greenwood, who visibly displays his abnormal left hand, encased in perpetual flame. Zuckerson started his practice at about 30, by using his apprentice to test his first project, which ended in the victim's own decapitation. Further, Daniel kidnapped men 'who wouldn't be forgotten in society.' His goal is to achieve true cloning, as well as artificial men who have superior strength and wisdom. He carries various syringes, most induce sleep or disorientation, but quite a few contain lethal injection.

Galvin DeMerge. Age 30. Light brown hair. Thick eyebrows. Keen blue eyes. Quiet. He had a twisted past beginning with his brother murdering both parents. He became an orphan and his brother was never heard from again. Then he went to various foster homes and couldn't very well adopt a personality - he struggled with those issues. Finally, when he could no longer take being no one, (15) he found out all he could about a young man named Laurence Vearico. Finally, after discovering this man's whole personality, at age 17 he murdered him and took on his traits.

Sinuos Rains is a revitalized male that had died at the age of 24, but continues to live through the soul of the Master Host, along with the Master Host's wife, Jasmine Rose. He is about 6'1", with mutilated scars across is face and body from countless carnage attacks during the first war of Milvalro. In my story, he his 2,024 years of age. He has white cropped hair with longer spikes in the back that flower upwards toward the sky. His sadistic attitude towards life and serious tone gives him a walk that shows his thoughts. He doesn't like much, and finds deep pleasure in hearing the wails of soldiers. Emotionally hardened. He has one black skeletal wing that cracks when it whips through the air, but gives him perfect balance when in flight. His specialty was marksmanship, strength, and brutal nature. His attitude towards life and the world, especially after being spliced into the souls of a Master Host called the Aurora, and the lover and making him immortal, has driven him mad. The carnage of his youth and the brutality of his fighting makes him driven to destroy. He was born in Nerula, a religious country town that has later been described as a cult. He was a strong believer for several years until he realized all of the hypocrites and liars drove him to kill the majority of the village in spite of what he was taught. He went into the military to escape conviction, where he met the 'Master Host' became friends, and then became intertwined into a ring of events that later drove him to be connected to him forever. To be released is his only goal. He wants to die. He wears black clothing that drapes across most parts of his body, as well as a black cape to hide the laceration across his back where the bony wing comes out of. He uses a sword with a curved hilt.

Joseph is 36 years old, obese and a type-one diabetic. He doesn't take care of himself or eat right, so he reeks of the sickly-sweet rotting smell of an unhealthy diabetic. He has slowly and methodically made his wife more dependant over the years, taking away her financial freedom, her friends, and even alienating her away from her family, while at the same time winning her family's love and confidence. He knows he's backed her into his own corner and when she dares complain he beats her and throws biblical quotes in her face. "A woman must leave her home and family and cleave to her husband" is his personal favorite.
He doesn't think of himself as a bad man, he just feels entitled to certain things, and his wife should be meeting those needs willingly, even happily. He doesn't think it's too much to ask that she have the house clean and the dishes done and dinner ready when he comes home from work. And what does she need friends for anyway? He's there, if she wants someone to talk to. He is her husband after all, what could she possibly have to say that she couldn't say to him?
There are times when he does hit her, but she makes him so frustrated, he just can't help himself. And at night, when he's looking for some lovin from his wife... Yeah, she says no, but she's just playing hard to get, and she may push against him, but she gives in in the end. And the only reason he has a girlfriend he visits is because his wife is such a lousy lover, just laying there all the time, making him do all the work. She dared to accuse him of raping her once. Well, that kind of talk certainly won't be tolerated in his house, that's for sure!

The description here will be sparse - she's a fully developed character, but spends a fair amount of the story as the antagonist or villain. The protagonist cannot see, so there isn't any physical description of her appearance. I like her, actually; she's convinced the MC is a murderer who should be grateful they haven't killed him, so she may be a bit of a Knight Templar but she's also somewhat sympathetic.

Title (used as a name): trainer

She tends to stay in the background, out of arm's reach of the MC, except in situations where he obviously cannot move to either harm her or defend himself. She's frighteningly astute at knowning when he is planning to argue and when he's willing to go along with the situation, and must be quite strong, although he isn't sure how large she is. He imagines her to be one of those tall, thin, muscular female-bodybuilder types (she is athletic, but not very tall in real life). She acts older and smarter than him, but he can't trust his judgement there, and knows it; the Organization she works for has him outsmarted at every turn, and it could be that she's just following orders. He has no idea how many contingencies they've planned for, but he hasn't yet come across a situation that unnerved her - not even when the place was evacuated and all the alarms went off.

He does know a few things about her general habits. She doesn't wear long sleeved clothing; she isn't sadistic; she isn't obviously insane. She isn't a creature of habit, although she's trying to make him one - and he and she know that her attempts are working, which he hates but is dumbfounded as to how to combat this.

He also notes that she has no fear of blood; she's hurt him enough that he knows that. She regards him as some kind of criminal, although he's not sure why. He's not even sure what country she's from. She speaks English with an accent that he can't place, and only listens to his requests if he uses the same language. She becomes quickly annoyed with any speech not in English, and muzzles him when he tries to reason with her in Cantonese or French. But he's heard her conversing in French, briefly, with an unknown male... so she might understand more than she lets on.

Stuff I as the author know: she's working with a deeply underground organization that provides servants for criminals. It's more reasonable than it sounds.

Yth ves Gurehim has short, straight, raven colored hair and a smooth, pale face that seems drained of all emotion but sadness. His silver eyes glow with a distant radiance. Every feature of his seems bland, as if it has had all distinction taken from it. He is young, but he has seen much. He wears a black, leather outfit that seemlessly covers his entire body up to his neck, though it does not look like it would provide much protection. A red eye is tattooed on his clothing over his heart. He is the Prince of Entarys, son of Gurehim, the God of Death. Yth is the God of Shadow, a title he neither wants, nor believes is accurate. He sees himself as a man, a powerful magic user, but still just a man. He was once in love, but had his love taken away by his father, who thought that it was below a God to love a human. His sister, Zyvn, turned his hurt into hatred and anger, and Yth directed these feelings, not just towards Gurehim, but towards the whole human race, for they worshipped Gurehim, and Gurehim was truly just a human himself, at least in the eyes of Yth. Yth does not know how to control or deal with the emotions he feels, and seeks to destroy the world and be left alone. He has no specific weapon, but instead channels the dark ether that exists all around us into whatever form he desires.

Louis Pierson; 6 feet tall, he has white hair and is unshaven. He seems harmless at first, especially to little six year old girls (many think he is Santa Clause). He likes them blond. His friends don't know about him and he seems so good with children many of them let him babysit their grandchildren. If the children he babysits aren't his preference he uses them to meet little blond girls, if they are he lets them in on a secret but makes them promise not to tell. He often lamments not having had children of his own since this method is so bothersome. Every christmas he plays Santa Clause for a local mall, he meets some of his victims there. He is thinking about moving, there aren't many new girls here.

Issac, 24, is a medium shadowy figure who is regularly seen at the local coffee shop planning world domination. Mostly commanding spacemen, he also appeals to genetic scientists, six legged monkeys, and cybernetic guru(s). His fair looks and gifted genius makes him one of the most charasmatic villians of all time.

Specializing in world domination with a BA in National Government & World Destruction and Enslavement, he is fully prepared to take down any one, politicaly and economically. Training as a Psionic, Isaac has mastered the art of using machines to guide his telekentic powers.

Born in 2704 in a family with a reputation of villiany, Isaac had the support of becoming what he wanted to be. Evil is simply a matter of family genetics.
Usually found in dark long rain coats, Isaac can usually be found hidden within the dark crowds of most undercities. His twin pistols, concealed within his coat, along with sword and telekentic skills, make him deadlier then ever...

(whoops! just noticed that this thread is for villains. this should go under heros. sorry. That makes this even better, you know, that you have split this up into heroes, villains, and supporters.)

what a fantastic thread... what a cool idea. what a great way to develop your characters, than by announcing their presence and description to the world?

It is things like this which make this site at least slightly better than the writingforum.com.

anyway, Kaleef is a small black kid from philly, a poor waif, thin and frail and scared of his neighbors and classmates. He is an avid reader, seeking to escape his brutal and squalid life in the dark, sick city. He regresses to an earlier and safer state through excape into classic literature, and in particular the classic works of horror. Many kids here do that, you know. Thats what kind of place this is. So, He is materialistic, but is easily persuaded to give up this habit as it is not fully ingrained as of yet. He also does not like meat so much, thinking it is rather grosssss! He comes from a violent society, but he is centered enough to understand that violence is utterly irrelevant to a good life. He quickly chooses a life without horrors, in the world of monsters who are really rather Buddhist in nature. He leaves his life for that of a blue-green dragon in the land of horrors.
pretty paradoxical, huh? BTW, I have no clear idea what this kid looks like, and that kind of bothers me.

anyway, thats for this great thread!
cheers

Jonathon Preston, a handsomely tall man who just turned 42, looks himself over in the mirror. His dark hair falling across a deeply tanned forehead, causes him to squint. Standing there in the gas station restroom, he traces the lines on his face, reflecting the cruel harshness of a life scarred by too many bad decisions. Blood from his large hands swirl into the running water, as it disappears down a rusty drain. Jonathon never really enjoys his work, as killing people for hire doesn't come naturally to him. Often he detests the way holding a knife into some guys gut makes him feel; however, it's a part of his small town life now. An unnatural choice he gave himself over to, long ago. Oh sure, he can get away with it easily enough. He has the perfect cover, who would ever think an insurance agent could be a killer? Many times a costumer will sit in front of him and he can always make them feel welcome and relaxed; never once sensing the turmoil which rolls under his careful demeanor. It is so easy to manipulate these peons, if they only knew the truth, he is sure they would run like pigs. Laughing at the notion, Jonathon stares blankly at himself..."You are a God, my friend...a true giver and taker of life and you make me sick." Turning up the collar of his dark trench coat, he so often wears on these jobs, he turns and walks away.
Mr. Adams, his 1:15, is standing on the corner...he should be no problem at all.

Senator Linda McCall is devoutly Christian, and even when she cannot attend her home parish because of the demands of her job, she always attends services on Sunday wherever she is. She has been married to J. B. McCall, of McCall Aerospace, for 17 years, but has recently suspected he may not have been faithful throughout their marriage. Her eldest daughter, Faith, used to be an A student, but lately her grades have been slipping, and Linda is worried she may be doing drugs. So far, she has not found any proof, however, even after searching her room on four separate occasions.

Last month, she was nominated as running mate to Presidential candidate Thomas Calhoun. She does not trust Calhoun, and believes he would do almost anything for a vote. But her prospects of becoming the first woman Vice President are looking very promising indeed; so much so that she has already begun drafting a sweeping set of initiatives that will bring forth a new moral foundation for a country slipping into sin.

Now if I was writing that story she'd be the heroine. But anyway.

Quirian, 'born' specimen 519, is the last survivor of an arcane bio-engineering experiment. For a while he attempted to pass himself off as a human being, falling in love with a young maiden of a noble family, but he was betrayed and forced to turn upon his creators, destroying as many of them as he could. In his rampage the girl died, and he has spent 3,000 years looking into ways he might resurrect her. Desperate for revenge upon the descendants of those who made him, he took the name The Warlock as it was more frightening than Quirian, and determined to snuff out every last remnant of the Empire.

His personality varies between affectations of extreme villainy and private revelations of extreme sensitivity. His long life span has meant that one by one all those he knew and counted friends have died, and he feels profoundly alone. So much so that when the last of his opponents who knew something of his past is killed the Warlock weeps for him, and for himself, since "we are only alone when the last who remembers is gone." Although he is prepared to do ruthless to achieve the crowning victory, he also retains a chivalrous side, evinced by his gentlemanly conduct towards the woman he intends to sacrifice in a quasi religious ritual. He dies by being shot in the back after he had surrendered to the Imperial forces.

Ebonaga Ezra, a member of a race of long-lived anthromorphic bird-folk and the son of an ancient hero, who is also the current ruler of Ebon's tribe. His clothing varies, but usually he carries a sword of some sort that he seldom uses. He has brown and black feathers instead of hair, is about 5, 10 and about 112 years old. He dislikes conflict and prefers to handle situations with his intelligence, but is unopposed to fighting for the 'right' causes. Most people see him as a wise and brilliant figure.
Starting when he was in his 40s and continuing to the present day he travels across the continent as an ambassador for his people. Prior to this he trained himself and became a sought after teacher of the sword.
He noticed that the largest countries were corrupted and in need of guidance, lest the people eradicate themselves. at first he was content to help the people where he could and try to set the right example, but when his latest apprentice was killed during a bandit raid that was ignored by passing knights, he determined that the ruling government was beyond salvaging, and starting planning a course of action to overthrow it and 'save' the people.

Cliched, but the mindset of a villain with the goals of a hero is something i find fascinating, especially when its compared to the hero.

Balter Quintin Garnencias is the Lord Mystic of the kingdom of the same name. He is 45 years of age, about 6'2 with a muscular build sporting sleeked back black hair with several small strands hanging down his face. He has a reddish-brownish tint to his eye color and has a thin mustache along down the sides of his mouth and a soul patch under his lip (pretty much a goatee) over his strong chin.
He is very formal, wanting to dress nicely to gain attention to his peers. He talks formally and pleasantly with anyone and everyone, often smiling to be polite and courteous. He never speaks out of character as he speaks the say way to everyone and always seems to know more than he puts on. This is true, in fact, as he doesn't like people to know his plans or ambitions until he is ready to speak. When someone does discover something about him he dismisses it as if nothing happened.
He is a plotter and schemer like any politician, yet he is very good at keeping secrets compared to the other Mystics. Having studied countless books about government and warfare he is a tactical genius and general of his own special military aside from the joint military of Percadia, Garnencia, and Magysta. He is witty and cunning and his intellect far surpasses that of the other Mystics in terms of warfare.

He was adopted by Drakel Quintin, the advisor of the former Lord of Garnencia. He was well educated and went to expensive schools, becoming more intelligent than the average child and finished school at 14 years of age. He found a place in politics like his father shortly after school and soon took his father's position after his death. He married a woman named Danaas and had a child in which he named after his father. He loved his wife and newborn child and was happy with his life until a mysterious riot broke out within the capitol of Garnencia. Men were killing men for no reason and the previous Lord Garnencia, in some state of madness murdered his family and killed himself. It was believed that Balter's wife and infant son perished in the riots and in his grief almost committed suicide when a voice suddenly spoke to him assuring him that his son was alive and that Balter would see his son again if he would do what the voice told him to do. Balter agreed and took the vacant spot as the new Lord of Garnencia.

He established a new, small military force in defense of the capitol called the Red Shield and offered an alliance with the neighboring kingdoms of Percadia and Magysta as to have each kingdom have control of the same military with the exception of the Shield forces, which the other kingdoms took into consideration of establishing. Having formed an alliance he expanded his reach of dominance with his neighbors and set up secret facilities within the neighboring kingdoms to set up a field of control and also conduct experiments with ancient artifacts, power sources, and weapons.

When he Balter discovered the existence an ancient curse (known as the Arkane curse) spreading across the world and the cause being an infinite source of darkness called Pandemonium, he assessed the situation and sought to somehow control the strange calamity knowing a source of power like that could control the world.

His motives are to create a world of peace fitting for the day his son returns and he can welcome him with open arms.

...So, how does that sound?^^ This is one of the villains in my current project I've been working on for several years. His name was originally Bahl but I decided to change it. What do you think?

Donald Wallace Ward, 40s. 5'6", rather unassuming looking man with glasses and thinning brown hair. Obvious middle age spread. Dresses upscale middle class, was at one point an stockbroker before his psychic talent developed: the ability to speak with the dead. Was the tenth (and latest) necropath in the United States, and one of the four who went insane from using the talent. Travelled through nine states on a violent murder spree before he was captured. Final body count: 29 people, all connected to any of the 18 ghosts he was known to talk to, over the course of five years. Attempted an insanity plea due to outside influence from the voices of the dead, was convicted of 26 counts of first degree murder and 3 counts of second degree murder. Currently awaiting execution on death row in Dallas County, Texas.

Name-Ares Pyrrhus

Age-22

Species- Demi-God (human father, mother is a god)

Physical Characteristics- Ares is five feet, nine inches tall. He is very thin. He has red eyes with a slit like pupil, similar to eyes of a cat. His eyes often seem to glow right before he kills someone. He wears a black cloak while in public, he wears black colored light-weight metal armor underneath his cloak that covers his abdomen, left arm, and legs. His hair is black and goes down to his shoulders. he has a tattoo of a dragon that wraps around his right arm.

Personality- Ares believes the those that stand in his way should be destroyed. He is very sadistic and loves to see fear in the eyes of those he is about to kill. However, he only kills the people that he thinks deverves to die. He will defend his allies to the death, but he is merciless to his enemies. He hates corruption and slavery with a passion.

Specialty- Ares is a ruthless assassin and a talented thief. The main advantage he has over others in a fight is that he can move at incredible speed.

Backstory- After Raze, the mother of the gods, gave birth to Ares, she gave him to an elderly couple in the small town of Ivis to raise. When he turned three, the town was attacked by a crime syndicate. Most of the people were killed, but the leader decided to keep Ares as a personal slave. The leader of the syndicate was very cruel and would often abuse Ares just for the fun of it. On Ares'es tenth birthday he was bringing dinner to his master but he tripped and spilled it. His master got angry and started to beat Ares mercilessly. After a few minutes of the abuse he grabed Ares by the throat and held him against the wall. To the suprise of the syndicate leader he didn't see any fear in the eyes of Ares. Instead he saw pure hatred. This made the syndicate leader laugh. He leaned closer to Ares and whispered "You will never be anything more than a slave. Now apologise for wasting my time and go make me some dinner." For Ares this was the final straw. He dug into his master's with his hands. His master threw Ares to the ground and began to run around blindly. Ares grabbed a knife and began to stab is master over and over again. When his master died Ares grabed his keys and ran. While escaping his home he ran by one of the slave cages. There was a young elf girl in thier who looked to be about the same age as Ares. He convinced the girl to escape with him. Ares and the girl survived by stealing whatever they needed. eventually they both became skilled with weapons and became assassins. After a few years of killing people for the syndicates and noble families, he grew tired of the high level of corruption that existed. Ares decided that the best way to end the corruption was to destroy all the syndicates and nations on the continent of Xen and create a new empire where people would find success based on thier intellect and talent instead of someone succeeding based on what family they were born into.

Isaac M. Archer
Isaac Asimov
[Archytas

Appearance
Looks like a shrewed businessman should, a nice suit, nice hair, and shiny leather shoes. He stands at about 5' 10" and wears alot of gold. He wears an eyepatch to hide his cybernetic left eye.

Attitude
At times, he's described as cold and calculating, his very few personal friends regard him as charming, witty, and funny.

Specialty
Abnormally high IQ, Aptitude for business, ties to organized crime

Age
46

Clark was born shortly before the age of robots, a very turbulent transition occured, when a global arms race occured. Clark's father was killed in a skirmish overseas. The shock of losing her husband to war caused his mother to turn to a dangerous cult for support. Under the influence of the Atlantis cult, Clark developed an almost super human intellect. Soon, Clark reached his late teenage years, at just 14, he already had a college degree. Sadly, his mother, under the influence of the Atlanteans, comitted suicide. Despite all of his intelligence, he could never figure out why the cult would take his mother from him. With no where to go, and no one to support him, Clark finally lost it. After building a suit of armor, he tried, alone to storm an Atlantean strong hold. The attack failed, and he was almost killed. Thanks to the efforts of the superhero, Moon shade, he was rescued.

Clark was adopted by Moonshade as an apprentice. He never lost his feelings of vengence, but learned how to better control his anger. Now, as a young adult, Clark has become a globe-trotting adventurer and broker of rare and mystical artifacts., always watched by the Atlanteans. During a trip to the central African jungle, Clark stumbled upon something that would change his life. An ancient spaceship. Clark began to deeply study the mechanics of this spaceship, eventually launching a business in robotics called Arbots inc. Something else found in the ship has obsessed Clark with power. An extrastellar conscienceness. Now, Clark uses his authority and power to work towards one goal, an army of telekenetic robots with which he plans to rule with an iron fist.


Any opinions will be greatly appreciated.