Name: Kraeis Oiliumus ThoerstiusPronunciation: KRAY-iss oy-lee-OO-muhs thow-HEIR-stee-uhsNative Location: Nonuses KrepictRace: ToaGender: Male Alignment: RenegadeClass: MarauderAffiliation: N/AOccupation: N/AStatus: Active Primary Power: FireAbilities: N/AKanohi: Calix, Great Mask of FateWeapon: Halberd Appearance: Kraeis’ armor is barbaric. He dons plated metal boots and greaves, and he wears a tattered hide skirt and loin clothe from hip to knee. He wears a hefty buckle with Krepict runes etched into it, and he wears a hide belt from his left shoulder down across his chest; otherwise, his torso, albeit muscular and powerful, is left vulnerable. He possesses bulky, imposing metal pauldrons with spikes protruding asymmetrically. He wears hide straps around his biceps and hide gloves, and he dons metal gauntlets. His Calix is cast like a traditional Rode but proportional to his face, and he often wears a helm with a slit face plate and two bone horns over it. All metal is black fired steel, all hide is a muted, dark biege, and his muscles are a sort of muted orange color. His eyes are bright orange, a piercing color from behind his helm. However, unlike most in this violent world, Kraeis does not dress anticipating battle after breakfast. He often removes his pauldrons and helm and instead carries himself with a charismatic pose draped in dark robes and a sash. Background: Kraeis was at one time a rogue and a soldier. He was a defender of a barbaric tribe of Matoran living on an obsidian flat upon Nonuses Krepict, a remote, volcanic southern island near Artidax. When he became a Toa, he was banished by the priesthood in conjunction with his ruling chief and council under the commandment of the gods, barbaric gods he worshipped himself. Sometime after, he picked up a bloodquest he wholeheartedly, aimlessly, blindly claims to believe that his barbaric gods gave to him. Kraeis has seen slave pens, gladiator arenas, strategic battlefields, and exotic lands; he has survived all of his northbound travels and endeavors. His time in exile has tempered his desire to fulfill his bloodquest, but it remains at the back of his mind. Otherwise, he is a compassionate teacher and lover, yet an ever brutal fiend in times of strife. He is intelligent and curious, fascinated by culture, ideas, philosophy, and comedy. This sets him apart from the barbarians that banished him. Name: Phaeus Akronz MosirulcPronunciation: PHAY-us ACK-ronze moss-EER-ulcNative Location: Azarab, Dor RennaRace: ToaGender: Male Alignment: ParagonClass: Warrior, PriestAffiliation: N/AOccupation: N/AStatus: Active Primary Power: GravityAbilities: Can sense mass because of the effect gravity has on it.Kanohi: Hau, Great Mask of Shielding.Weapon: Sword, Shield Appearance: Phaeus has the build of an average Toa, strong and agile but not bulky or massive. He stands straight and tall, charismatic, and wears a compassionate, curious expression at all times, a reflection of his stable, level personality, his wonder and ideas, and his desire for knowledge. He wears armor that looks foreign and ancient compared to contemporary Toa armor, but it looks new and not well worn. He was once black and purple, like most Ba-Matoran, like most Atzoul, but his colors have faded completely due to the years he's spent in exposure to the sun and sands of the southern kingdoms. And now he looks like a perpetual statuesque guardian. His Hau has runes marked on the back of it, but they are not apparent to the naked eye. His sword and shield have cultural inscriptions on them as if they were purposely decorated. And his eyes are an ever gleaming astral blue, a characteristic of the Atzoul and their whole bloodline after them. Background: Unknown