Name: Necro

Appearance: Has a green personal color. Wears a Drake Scale Helm and Silvermail. He has a Brute Jelly Shield strapped to his left wrist. A special double-sheath in the shape of an X is also strapped on his back, holding his Jalovec and Khorovod. Bomb bomdoliers crisscross his chest, with Lightning Capaciators, SUper Blast Bombs, Sun Shards, Fiery Vaporizers, SPine Cones, and Haze Bombs being held by them. He has a belt with several sheaths; a double-sheath that contains his Sealed Sword and Shockburst Brandish, another sheath that contains his Twisted SNarble Barb, and several more sheaths that contain Brandishes what he uses as markers/parrying blades. He has multiple (about 20) Hot Edges hidden around his body to use as throwing knives.

Bio: Necro was a soldier in the Spiral Order, although he used to be a scientist. His team was one of the first to enter the Clockworks. He was a Recon, and was always scouting ahead of his team like a good Recon did. But one day, his team was attacked by a swarm of Greavers. Necro was the only one to survive because he had been scouting ahead, so most of the Greaver swarm attacking his team had dispersed before they had noticed him, but was covered in grevious (pun not intended) wounds. He would have died if a wandering Gremlin outcast/scientist by the name of Mechron found him near death. Mechron had been banished because of his dangerous experiments on Gremlins, but enough about him. Mechron brought him to his secret lab and performed a series of operations and that whatnot on Necro. After he was done, Necro had been patched up, with a few... upgrades. He was now as powerful as ever. He could run for long distances without tiring, his strength almost rivaled that of a Lumber's, his fighting skills were amazing, he could zoom his vision in and out, able to see up to several miles away, and all that stuff. However, there was a major drawback to his newfound powers. Doing what he did required massive amounts of energy, and Necro's Mist Tank could only hold so much energy. At random intervals, Necro would suddenly shut down for seconds to hours, gaining the energy he needed. It proved to be very problematic in battle.

Now, Necro is Mechron's own little soldier. He feels a sense of loyalty to the outcast Gremlin, because he nursed Necro back to health. However, he often wanders away from Mechron for weeks at a time, exploring the Clockworks.

Personality: Necro tends to be shy, and hides whenever he encounters another Knight/Gremlin during his expeditions in the CLockworks. He doesn't enjoy fighting, but if he has to, he does. He tends not to interact with other beings other that Mechron much, thus leading to a complete lack of social skills. Whenever he sees Greavers, he takes his helm off as a kind of salute, in honor of his fallen teammates, and a tribute to the power of the Greavers. He is also quite intelligent and strategic, as he was a scientist on the Skylark before it crashed.

It took me about an hour to type this. XP

Name: Element

Age: 22

Personality: Reckless, Generally happy, Joker, gets offended if anybody makes fun of his habits.

Equipment: COSTUME: Snarbolax Coat with Shadow Valk Wings and Crown of the Fallen. REAL ARMOUR: Skolver Coat and Vog Cub Cap SHIELD: Crest of Almire UV: Elemental Max. WEAPONS: Glacius, Gran Faust, Argent Peacemaker, and Plague Needle. NOTE: His armour tends to chan ge on whatever mission he is on. (Feel Free to nerf any of his gear, though I'd perfer you to leave the Snarby, CotF, CoA alone.)

Skills: Likes to use double guns or double swords at times, with his Crest on his back. Often made fun of this habit. Though, sometimeshe gets carried away and often gets injured. Lumbers are particularly are a pain for him because he always goes straight on and gets hurt.

Biography: Born into a group of Swordmen, who were built on the sole purpose of the art of Swording (does that make sense? :3) he never really followed the rules, always sneaking his guns on his missions, one day he was found out and was exiled from the group, after that he didn't have to stress about sneaking his guns in his coat, but he still does and is often thought as a swordsman from knights who don't know him.

Additional facts: Likes to sneak his guns on the inside of his coat and is often thought as a swordsman from knights who don't know him.

Pet/Friend: Teir Three Ghostmane Stalker, Echo, exiled from the colony. His most trusted friend, he has other knight friends, but he is considered his closest.

Allies: His girlfriend Sophie.

Feel free to refer to my character archive for Sophie and Echo. If you don't put Sophie or Echo in the fanfic at least mention them.

Ok I see what you mean. But on one point I beg to differ he does have a personality: Personality: Reckless, Generally happy, Joker, gets offended if anybody makes fun of his habits. Must have missed that, I don't know, I thought I might point that out. III :P EIther way, if my submition isn't accepted, I will definetly be keeping close tabs on this story. Great work! ^.^ Also, I am unclear on the fact of Lucy, what kind of sword is that? I got the impression that it was a Proto Sword because of the fact that Daren said it something that made me get the impression that it was a beginners sword, but also, if Art took on 8 Crimson Order Gremlins with a Proto Sword that would be difficult, which then gave me the impression that it was a Barbourus Thron Blade because it had such dark thoughts and I sometiomes hear gremlins are weak to piercing. *Pant pant* So many thoughts spill out at once. :P Formal Salutation maybe "Cordially" or something, I have no idea,

Isekuube

@: Isekuube: I've come to think of Lucy as a Gran Faust, as Arc discribes it as such in the first chapter. ;)

Name: Aesop (Ior)

Appearance: The wearer of a very plain Tabard of the Coral Rose (simpler/cheaper looking one), and a Rock Jelly Helm, he prides himself in his gear, constantly sewing and mending every cut in his remake of the famed garbs of the Knights of the Rose. He carries around a Tempered Calibur, but is at the age where he's more likely to stab himself than the enemy.

Bio: As a young knight, Aesop (known as Ior at the time) had big dreams of becoming famous within the order. Like most knights, fairly soon it became apparent that that would not be the case. His skills in fighting weren't top notch, and he wasn't exactly fast, nor smart. He just rode the waves of knighthood, doing his job and trying not to mess anything up too badly. After fitting into the routine, years passed, in which he did nothing eventful, and nothing that would have him be known as a liability. After ten years of service, he denied his 4* armor, telling the outfitters to "Give it to someone who'd actually use it." He now just drifts around, being called on the odd mission, but far past his prime years.

Personality: A bit of a grump, he'll constantly be complaining about "Recruits these days..." A good soul at heart though. He provides advice for those who he trusts, but has been known to bore knights with monotone ramblings.

Name: Trobolta

Appearance: has a cobalt blue colored personal color, is regular height and thin build. Uses a full set of solid cobalt armor and heavy round shades. Has an Arc razor sheathed over his back, a holster for his super blaster and a great defender. Sports a strap worn diagonally across his torso that carries clips for his blaster. Has a badge and camera hung from his neck that certifies his job with the press and his brother's dog tags. He occasionally smokes a pipe.

Bio: Once a reckless and loud brother who wished to become one of the Order's most greatest marksman. He and his brother we're really close. Could you blame him? His brother was the only last thing he had for a relative. They both had many interests. One of them were to join the academy, out of the need to bring justice, especially to those who made them orphans. But sadly; The younger didnt survive the academy. An accident regarding the destruction of the demo knight training sector has left his brother in pieces. So was the elder's heart. But as oath, he graduated as the top marksman of his batch. But the memories of his brother haunts him. Another separate day at the Arcade, he met with a young lad that reminded him much of his brother. But the cruelty of Cradle also took him away after a few months of bonding. Driven to the edge of insanity, Trobolta was prepared to take his own life. But on that faithful night, an image of his brother appeared before him. He thought he was really insane by then but the ghost plead not to do it. He reminded him of his purpose. His reason to join the Order. The two shared one final hug and an apology before the younger faded away for the afterlife

That night and the still haunting memories had been a constant reminder for his sole purpose in life. To bring justice. But unfortunately, he can't bare to risk another young lad down in the hellish depths of Cradle. He insisted to be transferred to a less lethal corps, and he was allowed. The Spiral Order Library or what many would call it The Wiki because of the ancient term for such that contained numerous data and information about Cradle, it's inhabitant, and it's history. While the Order still forces him down the Works for research, he was sent down alone. It would make due, because he wouldn't want to risk the lives of the expedition if he brought one. Plus, after all that, he prefers to keep to himself and avoid social contact as much as possible, even to his friends. Asides from dangerous research, he also worked part time for the newspaper. He took up photographic journalism and provided the written news with quality pictures.

Despite being in another sector of the order entirely, he sometimes is called forth for a expedition with a team that needs a remarkable marksman and he couldn't deny. Denying could lead to some serious trouble with the Order. Many have their hides saved by the blaster. They later known to become his closest buds, even if his face doesn't show it.

Personality: Is quiet and unvocal. Prefers to keep to himself but always a happy (or at least, on the inside, he tends to half frown a lot) lad. Even if he does speak, he keeps it short and simple. Great with a camera and gun but sometimes his rather still fractured mind state may reveal itself when dealing with the monsters. He gets hyped and manic/psychotic whenever he feels the rush and thrill of killing. He might even start laughing maniacally. But really, those who he considers really close has said that he reeks of brotherly love and care. Loves to read books and very intellectual, despite his recently established mind state. Constantly has fears for all jelly based monsters.

Man looking at the others' apps make me feel mine is just bad. if not worse.

Great story. Can't think up of any criticism though. Asides why Daren isnt dead yet. Hope to read more of it. :3

Name: Madam Yeraphi Ghyne.

Appearance: As a costume, Yeraphi (or Era as she likes to be called) wears her recruit's gear. She has Determined Eyes and is strangely short for one of the older knights of her "family". When younger, she was given a Tailed Helm and Brigandine, of the Heavy type with Mecha Wings and a Bolted Vee. Her personal colour is a bright grass-green.
But although on first sight she seems nothing more than a recruit, under the slightly scarred garments that saved her life many a time are a Fused Demo Helm and a Chroma Suit. By her side is a worn-out Twisted Targe, and like many of her "family" she favours fire-dealing weapons. She carries a Fireburst Brandish and an Ash of Agni.

Bio: Era was one of the Ghynes, a group of knights and recruits that is almost equal to a family. The Ghynes care for their youngest members until they can survive on their own. Some choose to stay; most choose to strike out on their own; as Era did. The leaders don't mind.
Almost as soon as Era was granted 2-star gear, she was called to assist a group that had gotten trapped in the Snarbolax's lair. She rescued the party, not without trouble, but she was living at least.
Four years later, having been granted 2-star gear, Era had completed a dangerous fight in a room appropriately dubbed a "Danger Room". While getting the rewards for completing such a room, she noticed a strange bomb she had never seen before. Reading its description, she found it to be one of the great weapons, known as "5-stars". It was the Ash of Agni.
As it seemed not to be bound to any knight, for it worked for her, not as a weapon bound to her would do, but it was certainly not useless. So she returned with it to Haven and was allowed to use it. She is very proud of it.

Personality: Era is a bit shy, which explains why she keeps to herself a bit and doesn't talk too much. But those who don't know better believe it to be the result of her temper, which, if you bother her enough, or do something she doesn't like (don't worry, she always warns you, she's not nasty), will explode.
However, at heart she's quite a kind person, and the few she has ever really gotten to know find her quite chatty and bright.

(Edit: Just wanted to tell you that the Ghynes title recruits and younger "Miss" which is put before their name, and "Madam" for the older knights that are or used to be part of them.)

My only criticism for this story is that it's not updating fast enough. But I cant really complain; it takes time to craft something this beautiful.

So you want...
*sunglasses*
Ise Tea.

Yeeeeeahhhhh!
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I'm really turning these sunglasses...
*second pair of sunglasses*
Into punglasses.

YEEEEEEEAHHHHHHH!!
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I'll stop now.

On a side note, I'm liking this story so far. Characterisation is brilliant, and you've established quite an impressive amount of lore.

I can't help but to have this urge to refine my app's bio further. So that Trobolta actually sounds like having problems that doesnt make him sound lazy or coward like for not venturing into the Works. One part of me tells me to just do it because Trobolta has yet to have a prominent role asides "Named Background" and thus, can't harm the story. The other tells me to don't do anything, because my brain is saying, "Artifice can cut me down and thus remove me entirely from the story". ggwaaahhhh @ w @

I went ahead and edited it out. Im sucha dumbass. :D

Where have you been?

There's a part where Renzey is playing with his wolver, you say he's "singing" the floor when I think you mean "singeing."
Elen's last scene is nice, but I feel like the "Tell ____..." thing is kind of overdone, I bet you could come up with something more unique. Unless you were going for that feel?
It's a little strange that all the gremlins are cowed by Art, but then the King commands his group to rid the Cradle of the augmented. I feel like if he was truly frightened of him, Tendazar would have done a formal request or something.
Why does the epilogue take place six years in the past? Don't epilogues usually cover a period of time after the last chapter?
The story is really well written, above and beyond many of the fanfics I've read. Good job.

So wait .... that's just it?

Huh. :/

Ill try too look out for more. But as said good job, really love this fic.

*Edit* Possible reference: the Cloud Storage seems oddly reminiscent of the Cloud Net from a book i read called A Crack in the Sky, but probable just a coincidence. Also *-*-SPOILER ALERT-*-* the Vog Temple guy in Vog Cub armor seems like a joke about vog clones.