Character Profiles
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Equipment: Shoren carries four weapons: two guns and two long swords. The guns are heavy pistols (firepower as well as weight) with armor piercing bullets. He is strong enough to use them and they are amazingly accurate. The bullets can pierce armor at well over 25 meters. Their holsters are actually under his trench coat, but there are special holes in the coat allowing access to the guns

The long swords' sheaths are an actual part of the coat and are padded to protect Shoren from the blades. One sword has a fiery red hilt and the other an ice blue. These are as much for identification as for decoration. On each hilt is a hidden trigger that, when depressed, will cause the red-hilted sword's blade to burst into flame and the blue-hilted sword's blade to drop to incredibly cold temperatures (so cold the air starts to smoke around the blade).

Bio: Shoren was born on a planet he can no longer remember. At the age of 20 he became the personal body guard to the king of his planet. The very night he was given the neck chain of the kingdom's Eastern Dragon goddess that symbolized his position the palace was attacked by an army of suicidal rebels that were given the password into the palace by an unknown traitor within the guards.

Shoren was just placing the pendent around his neck when the doors into the throne room were blown open. Men and women in dark clothing with orange headbands swarmed into the room. Shoren drew his two guns and halted the first group with a hail of bullets. The palace guards arrived then and opened fire on the attackers with their lighter, less powerful guns.

The invaders were fighting back with their own guns when a strange machine entered the hole that was formerly the door and generate a massive purple field around itself. Electricity flickered across the shield. More invaders arrived, took aim, and opened fire with new weapons, spraying lightening throughout the room.

One blast came straight at Shoren but he dove to the side. The other guards were falling as lightening leapt from one to the other. They drew their swords, flames and ice appearing on their blades, and met the spears carried by the invaders. All the while the purple field was glowing brighter and brighter. Time seemed to slow down as the field contracted into itself, then exploded. A bright light filled Shoren's vision and he was hurled backward.

It has been 22 years since that fateful day when he was declared the king's personal guard. He had woken up amongst the rubble of the grand hall with almost no memory prior to that day. He had had to dig himself out from under a massive rock slab that had saved his life from the collapsing building. Upon emerging he found that everyone, including the king had been killed. The invaders, the rebels, were gone as well. Their kamikaze attack had succeeded.

With his king gone, and no family to speak of, he had left his country. His purpose in life was unclear with most of his memory gone. He wandered from place to place, a mercenary. He is now much older, but has lost none of his skill. He is one of the most highly sought-after guards for hire, but his prices are steep and his past is never mentioned.