Males                                                      Females

Mae Collinson                                           Lena Marquis
Kina Haruka                                                  Sarah
Shin Tensei
Misuki Nakata
Ivan Vartikov
Vicious Zoluk
Julian Shakan
Xer'Xem Marcellus
F_W

The Main Character

Name: Fawkes Werefox

Age: 5450

Species: Vulpine Vampire (Pure Blood

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Fuchsia

Fur Color: Blue

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 130

Status: Widow

History

(Not a Werefox, it's just his last name >_<)

Fawkes was born and raised in the Western Forest area long forgotten by time, where he was born into Royalty. His father Henry and Mother Sophia where not only King and Queen, but also pure blooded Vampires, which made Fawkes not only a pure blood as well but made him a Prince. After a several hundred years of laying about being pampered Fawkes his Kingdom in search of what was on the outside of his royal life style.

Fawkes is a pure blood Vampire whom is 5000 years old, 2500 years ago he was overwhelmed by darkness and developed a separate personality, Crimson Death, in which he massacred six entire villages and resulted in his dark powers along with Crimson to be sealed away in an Ebony stone, which he wears around his neck, now 2500 years after that in the present, he had a brief relapse in which his dark powers where released and he started killing again, three weeks after he used the power of the crimson stone and regained control. He now has partial control over Crimson and the power of darkness.


He is actual year of birth is shrouded in mystery and is mentioned through out history spanning in brief mentions from several different countries and seperate eras. The most sightings of him is recorded in early accounts of Fedual Japan in the rising year of the samurai, in fact there is a legend of him, now whether it is true or not is purely up to the veiwers standpoint.

Fawkes was born into royalty. His father Henry and Mother Sophia where not only King and Queen, but also pure blooded Vampires, which made Fawkes not only a pure blood as well but made him a Prince. After a several hundred years of laying about being pampered Fawkes decided to leave his Kingdom in search of what was on the outside of his royal life style. So he set out one day convincing his parents that his studies would better suit him if he were to learn all about outside world and the culture of other people. So with his parents concent and blessings he set off on his own unknowing what would happen to him.

During his travels he came across a mass of land which is now present day Austrailia, during his exploration of the strange landmass he would happen to come across a cave, intrigued in this discovery he stepped foot inside and began exploring the depths of the dark cave. Hours went by and the twisting snake-like caverns seemed to go on forever, frustrated by this he looked back and contemplated going back but....curiousity took hold of him and he continued forward again. What treasures could this cave hold? Obviously it had to be something grand for such a long maze-like cave right? Well he would soon find out what exactly this cave was hiding from the rest of the world, for when he finally reached the lowest part of the cave he found a small shrine with ancient runes and symbols written about the walls of the room where the shrine was being held. Odd...most of these symbols he recognized to be early japanese, but...why would such symbols be in such a far place? Obviously he wasn't anywhere near Japan, he crossed the ocean for months. He continued to look about the room before he would return his gaze upon what looked to be a shoddy looking shrine, obviously no one has been here for a very long time.

Something would catch his eye though, something that seemed to glitter. Upon further examination of the shrine he spotted a blood red statue that had fallen and broken in two. The statue was of a serpent with wings, coiled around a tree of some sort. Now this was certainly an interesting find...but the statue was broken in two. Why he did it, even today he cannot say for sure if asked, but he would pick up the two pieces and reattach the two pieces. Now...what happened next is still a vague memory of his, but what he has gathered from constant hours of meditation he remembers a blinding red light filling the dark room followed by a laugh then a most familiar voice...though at that time not so familiar as it was now. Then...nothing for he would wake up with no memory several hundred or so years later in the midst of a forest covered in wounds in what he soon found out to be Japan.

Now...what happened though still a mystery to him I will tell you the people who are reading this...and if you are, I must congradulate and thank you for I have sparked some sort of interest Now...The statue in question was a vessel that held an ancient demon full of chaos and blood lust. Once in full possession of Fawkes his reign of terror began, he would lay waste to everything in his path, killing innocents and annihilating villages as he came to them. This would happen for countless years before he was tracked down by his own family with the help of his kingdoms mages. They knew instantly that this was not their son...well it was but not in control of his mind and body. What ensued was a long and tedious battle between the small group of furs. Days the battle raged on with no end in sight until finally one mage thought by Crimson to be dead used his own blood to cast a powerful binding spell onto the ground before finally succumbing to his injuries. Taking notice to the blood seal on the ground Fawkes' Mother and Father drew out the remainder of their power and pushed the demon along with it's host onto the seal....

Unable to treat Fawkes after the battle given the vast fatigue his parents and the remaining mages, the picked up his limp sleeping body and carried him to a clearing where they carefully placed his body onto the ground to let him sleep and recover from both the physical and mental strain from the possesion. The Mages did how ever take the weakened essence of Crimson out of Fawkes and later forge it into a blade. This Blade would later be known as the Crimson Omni Blade. The blade was then entrusted to a small clan of mortal protectors where the cursed sword would be handed down from generation to generation....

As the years went on, The Origin of the blade would be lost, though it's power never to be forgotton. Within the clan of protectors the swordkeeper is entrusted with the Crimson Omni Blade, but with every owner of the blade the curse slowly sapps their lifeforce, cursing them with a slow and painful death that last years depending on the strength of the weilder. Yet one day about 50 years after the battle the current protector of the blade happened to stumble upon an over grown area in the forest nearby, there he would find the body of Fawkes who was still in a state of deep sleep and recovery. Not knowing who Fawkes is the male picks up the sleeping Vulpine and carries him back to the dojo where the priests and preistesses would gather and tend to the fox. After a few nights in the dojo Fawkes would eventually wake with no memory of who he is, all he had on him was a small pendant with his name etched onto the back with a picture of himself and his parents inside the pendant.

With no memory of what happened or anything but his name, he began his new life at the dojo, doing odd jobs and going out to gather food and wood for the others. Eventually the elders brought him into the grand hall and made him an honory member of the clan and was ironically entrusted with the blade and sent away from the dojo to look for a way to break the curse from the blade....

(lot of shit happened, got mated, lost his mate found out who he is and all about crimson and manages to surpress the curse but disappears for hundreds of years after the death of his mate, only to reappear somewhere around 2010 and began to set up a small gang of other furs and eventually grew into the first furry mafia in an all human city, eventually certain events would cause him to disband his mafia after a very large and bloody war between his mafia and a shadow organization and instead started up his company)

His mate has long past due to illness and has now long gone into a deep slumber, his company set up to last and survive without his guidance. Given to a trusted friend to over watch (one of my characters, name is -redacted-). Thpugh recently awakened, he has stayed in the shadows away from the public eye, only popping up every now and then but quickly vanishing again for unknown reasons.

The Bad Guys




Name: Misuki Nakata

Age: 21

Species: Vulpine

Hair Color: Light Purple

Eye Color: Blue

Fur Color: Purple

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 125

Status: Single

General Powers:

The dark power of TRAP


History

Deep deep into a dark forest lies a seemingly deserted castle, aptly named the Castle of the Dammed for its rather dark and sadistic history. There is rumored to be a great and powerful treasure within, a treasure that will bring vast wealth onto whom ever finds it. Naturally treasure hunters from all over venture out to find this castle to find this treasure but...none have ever seemed to return.

Those that find the castle but do not enter will tell you that faint sounds of a piano can be heard from within. Could this be the master of the castle that looks over the treasure? Or could it be the spirits of the deceased that have lost their lives venturing withing the castle walls in search of the legendary treasure....

No one knows that Misuki is the Master of the Castle of the Damned, for he rarely leaves his home, when he does he never lets on who he is nor does he bring home anyone. Misuki made up the legend of the treasure to lure in innocent people to his home and kills them for their souls.

Misuki uses a power called Trap. He is able to set up invisible magical portals all around his home that are able to summon visible physical object at his will, whether they be anything thing from a pit, spiked walls, arrow slits to even jars of tar. He uses his creative and sadistic mind to conjure these contraptions all in the attempt to lure his victims to their demise.

Interests

Reading Books
Roaming around his Castle
'Playing' with intruders
Coming up with interesting and creative ways to use TRAP
Building onto his castle
Sleeping peacefully in his room

Dislikes

Cleaning up the mess after his 'play time' with the intruders
Adventurers Dodging his TRAP
Magic users
Having to hunt down Adventurers if they manage to escape
Having his room raided and messed up




(Julian playing with his food when he was young




(His human Illusion form)

Name: Julian Shakan

Age: 25

Species: Cobra

Hair Color(Human form) Purple

Eye Color(Human) Purple

Eye Color(Snake) Crimson

Height(Human) 5'8"

Height(Snake) 30 feet

Status Single

Brief History

Born in a cave in the midst of a massive desert. Julian had excelled in Illusion magic to mask his true form in order to successfully hunt for his dinner. He tends to take the form of a very beautiful male with purple hair and soft perfect skin wearing fine silks. Julian can be very territorial at times and will often get irritated at people and will lash out when threatened. Julian has been known to eat theives that wander into his home, or bring back victims when disguised in his fake form created by his illusion magic.

Now Julians culture is quite interesting, every snake is born with a special power whether it be the power of fire, wind, earth etc. Those that are born without powers are subjected to forced slavery or killed on the spot depending whether or not they are born with no other complications. The non magical snakes that are not killed are then sorted between various harems across their territory to be trained in the erotic arts.

Julian on the other hand was lucky to be born with magical powers, though he is one of the rare ones that were gifted with the ability to conjure illusions, thus was trained to be one of the tribes elite hunters. A few years would pass and like all juvenile snakes of the tribe, it was time for him to go out into the world and test his training...





Name Vicious Zoluk

Age 532

Species Demonic Panther

Hair Color White

Fur Color Purple

Eye Color Silver

Height 6'0"

Status Single

Brief History

Born and raised in hell, he got his name from his ruthless actions toward the other demonic creatures. At age five he skinned one male demon alive and played with the lifeless body. A few years later he left hell like the other demons his age to test their abilities and their training on the mortals above ground. It was then he found his liking for blood, the taste of it simply drove his senses wild. Over the years he had taken several pets and slaves and each either fled in terror after the first month or died of their injuries.

He is known to be absolutely merciless toward those that get on his bad side and is a rather rough lover. He prefers one night stands, since that's all the poor males or females that comes up to him can withstand. He still takes on pets and slaves, and would rather steal them from other masters and mistresses, just to prove a point. 


The Good Guys

Name: Mae Collinson

Age: 21

Species: Bunny

Hair Color: Blue

Eye Color: Blind

Fur color: White

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 120

Status: ...not really sure...single? Need clarification if I ever see the person again :/

History

(I'm currently looking for someone to draw my character x_x)

Born on the west coast of the United States Mae had a very normal childhood. Went to school, had friends and a loving family. Though things never really did seem normal when it came to Mae. You see...Mae is blind, an unfortunate endeavor but this is just how he was born into this world, this wasn't his only quirk as well, he aslo had a few interesting birth marks he had. Three little stars forming a triangle on his right neck baffled doctors when he went for his first few check ups after he was born. There was another less known birthmark on his body (given that it's on his right testicle) is a small blue heart.It was very obvious at a young age that Mae was a rather submissive fur. Not that he was fully gay, just...he never showed any sense of dominance about him. A very passive fur, he never results to violence of any kind and would rather avoid negative confronation all together. Mae doesn't believe in classifing as either Gay, Straight, or Bisexual. To him, if there is a feeling of love or interest between two people no matter the gender, then it should be pursued.

He has been the victim of bullying given his submissive nature, as is natural for those of a more dominate species to show their dominance of ther weaker ones or if you will certain, but not all, prey species. Most conflicts tended to end with Mae either being hurt or shoved in a school locker and humiliated. But not once did that ever deter his confidence in himself. Deep down he knew this came with being part of the prey species and keeping this in mind, with the support of his friends, is what got him through his years of school...and
now he has his High school diploma to show for it...not to mention an associates in theater. Pretty impressive for someone who was not only bullied...but blind as well no?

Well, now he no longer lives with his parents and is currently roaming about looking to see just what this world has for him. As he has never once let his handicap stop him from enjoying life the best way he could.

About Him:

Main body features:

White fur covering all of his body except...
Puff tail Head fur (blue hair)
Left paw (blue)
right foot paw (blue)

Body markings...

Right side of neck
Three little blue stars Triangle pattern


Lower back
Tramp stamp Purple in color Tattoo thickness is thin Tribal design


Right Testicle
Small blue heart


Unexplained Abilities (if any)
None as of right now



Name: Kina Haruka

Age: 19

Species: Skunk

Hair Color: Dark Purple

Eye Color: Violet

Fur Color: Light Purple

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 126

Status: Single

History

Kina is a typical Academy Student that loves having a good time out. He goes out to clubs, bars, basically anywhere where there's a party. He loves to dress in clothes that show off his body in public and will often be seen in a short mini shirt and a matching designers jacket. Though Kina may comes off slutty, he is no means a push over, if pushed past his point he knows how to defend himself and carries a small can of pepper spray with him everywhere he goes. Generally, Kina is your average typical everyday slut, he loves the feeling and rush sex gives him and is often thought to by a nymphomaniac, since that is all he ever does.

Interests

Shiny objects
Lifting his tail for anyone
Parties
Orgies
Cum
Men
Free Drinks
Bedrooms
Couches
Basically anything he can be bent over

Dislikes

Scat
Death
Vomit
Drugs
Boring people
College Algebra






Name: Shin Tensei

Age: 19

Species: Feline (Cat)

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Amber

Fur Color: Cream

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 136

Status: Single


History

Born and raised somewhere in the Eastern part of the world Shin has always been fond on exploring the unknown. Even when still just a small kitten he would always be sneaking out at night to explore the backward or the surrounding area, and several times did the cops have to go out and bring him back home from venturing out to far from home and getting lost. Though this never discouraged him from continuing what he loved to do, instead it pushed him to pursue this as a life long hobby. When in college he took as much courses as he could that dealt with the out doors, including Archeology and Anthropology just as a precaution. He even dove into the occult a bit to get a better understanding on what he may have to face in his future travels as a Treasure Hunter, and that is just what he did once he left college, he set forth in the world and began his journey out into the world...in search of marvelous treasures.

Interests


Non Sexual

Shiny Objects
Treasure
Danger
Dark places such as Caves, Dungeons, etc.
Living on the edge and enjoying life to the fullest
Feral Dragons


Sexual

Anything really, he's pretty open minded for both men and women. Only a few things he won't do and those will be listed in the dislikes.

Soft Vore....but that's kinda of a secret fetish of his and he'll never admit it openly to just anyone.

Large Balls on a male
Fear (another secret kink of his)

Dislikes

Non Sexual

Loosing his Treasure
Getting captured
Being stuck in one place for too long
Permanent Death

Sexual

Scat
Permanent Death
Extreme Water Sports
Permanent scars from sexual torture
Extreme orgasm denial

Miscellaneous Information

General information

Compassionate
Outgoing
Assertive
Crafty
Alert
independent
Loyal

All these traits and then some are all that he is as a furson. He will always be there to back up a friend and lend a helping paw when needed. He will also do his best to stick up for his friends and loved ones even though it mostly gets him into trouble since he tends to run his mouth.







(on a side note Fel Totally wants to tap that >.>)

Name: Ivan Vartikov
Age: 25
Species: Vulpes lagopus (Arctic Fox)
Eye Color: Light Blue
Rank: Captain
Nationality: Russian
Affiliation: Alliance


Equipment:
Primary Weapon: M-15 Vindicator
   Type: Assault Rifle
   Ammo Type: Thermal Rounds
   Recoil: Low
   Fire Mode: 3-Round Burst-Fire
   Fire Rate: 900 RPM (Per Burst) 73 RPM (Overall)
   Shots Per Clip: 24
   
Secondary Weapon: M-5 Phalanx
   Type: Heavy Pistol
   Ammo Type: Thermal Rounds
   Recoil: High
   Fire Mode: Semi-Automatic
   Fire Rate: 80 RPM
   Shots Per Clip: 6

Bio:

Ivan always had a hard life, his father had left him and his mother when he was still just a young kit to go chase some younger tail, his mother had to resort to whoring herself out to pay the bill which would eventually land her addicted to Heroin and cause her to black out or not come home for days at a time, leaving the small kit to rummage through the garbage for any food. Eventually he was enlisted in a local gang where he would break into houses, steal cars, and mug people at night. Life was good for him during this time, he lived with a few of the gang members who he considered friends at the time. Though when his seventeenth birthday arrived his so called friends left him for dead when a bank heist went horribly wrong which left Ivan laying in the street bleeding from his shoulder, not a fatal wound but painful never the less. Now abandoned once again, he laid in the street as the sirens came closer and closer to the scene. It was in the Hospital he was given the offer that would change his life, two cops with a lone man dressed in military attire. The man was an Admiral in the Alliance and had started a wayward youths program, so basically taking youths with troubled lives like Ivan and enlisting them into the Alliance where they learn Duty, Honor, and Responsibility in a military environment. So given the obvious choice of either going to jail for a long time and lose his butt cherry, or enlist in the program and have a chance at an actual life. Given the two choices he took the more obvious one and was sent to the Alliance academy where he began his studies. From that moment on he was a changed fox, his raging wild attitude was replaced by a more mature and dedicated attitude towards his new life. He did pursue a few relationships at his time at the academy, nothing to serious just a few guys and gals here and there to keep the stress at bay from constant studying of star ship layouts, regulations and all that good stuff.

Once he was out of the Academy he was immediately sent off to work on the USG Razzia, an Earth made military vessel with the soul mission to patrol the borders of Alliance territory. He was taken on as a Weapons Technician. He would run system checks on all of the ships turrets and and main gun so to speak. His hard work and dedication would eventually land him another position as the Weapons Operator, his new task granting him the responsibility of operating the targeting sensors and the firing mechanisms of the turrets and the main gun all on the bridge of the ship. There he gained the friendship of the Captain of the USG Razzia and those that that worked on the bridge as well. As his dedication for his work and for the Alliance grew so did the respect he gained from the Captain, Impressed by the males growing leadership and independent thinking that on Ivans 24th birthday the Captain of the USG Razzia handed him a Letter of recommendation for a promotion to the rank of Captain. So Ivan was sent back off to the academy where he was instructed in more regulations, safety procedures, etc. It took one full year to finish the special course and once done with his studies he took a simulation of a live action battle to test his knowledge and mental condition to see how he reacted under stress given the situation of utter demise, which he passed with flying colors and gained his promotion to Captain at age 25.



Name: Hasani Shakir

Age: 23

Species: Jackal

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5'11"

Bio:

One of the Royal Guardians for the Pharaoh of Egypt, Hasani is the most talented to stand by his highness's side. Hasani was sold to slavery at a very young age since his parents couldn't afford to raise their son. He was sold to a Slave Trader who then sold him to the palace, where Hasani learned the arts of being a servant, since he had no claim to nobility, this was what his life would be from that point on. After about three years of servant work about the castle young Hasani  would stop by the training grounds and watch the guards train their art upon practice dummies and upon each other. No servant could ever become a guardsmen, let alone one of the Royal Guardsmen that protected the Pharaoh. With his dreams of fantasies that he knew that would never come true, he left the grounds to return to his duties and would return to the ground every day at the exact same time.

Well one day about five months later while watching the soldiers train through the brush, the captain of the guard happened to be walking about the grounds making sure everything was in order for arrival of the prince and spotted young Hasani spying through the brush. With a smirk the tall black cat walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, with a fright Hasani jumped up and looked up and to his horror saw he had been caught. Knowing full well that he was neglecting his duties he then started pleading with the captain begging him not to turn him in and that he wouldn't return.

With a soft chuckle the cat looked out toward his men training and down to Hasani and smiled down to him asking him why he was neglecting his duties and spying on the men training. With his tail tucked between his legs Hasani told the cat about his foolish fantasies of wanting to learning the ways of the sword. The cat thought for a bit and knowing full well that servants were not allowed to be anything but a servant and set his paw down onto the young jackals shoulder and told him to return to his duties and report to his quarters at this time the next day.

With a nod Hasani left quickly and did what the cat said. reporting to the captains quarters the next day. When he approached the cat, expecting to be punished from the previous days action, he instead was given a parchment stating that he was no longer a servant but a new recruit under the personal watch of the Captain of the guard. With a look of shock and joy in the young jackals eyes he ran up to the cat and hugged him tightly, his dream was coming true, he was no longer a servant but now something much more....

The Good Females



Name: Lena Marquis
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Species: Brown rabbit

Lena wasn't always a vampire, she was actually born into a wealthy family in France and there she stayed until the age of eighteen. From that point she moved Stateside to see what college life in the Americas was like. With her contacts from her homeland she had no problem getting into any college she wanted, though her happy life there would soon be short lived. One night on her way back to her dorm room from a friends party, she was ambushed by a lone stranger and tossed into a van and taken to the nearby park afterdark. The stranger then threw her against the ground and tore her clothes to pieces and proceeded to rape her violently. Afterwards the male pinned her again to the ground and bit her neck rather roughly before leaving her for dead with a smirk on his face and his cock spent.

The male was a vampire looking for some helpless victim and he found it in Lena. Poor Lena laid against the park grounds, her body violated, the males seed leaking from her sex and her neck bleeding out onto the ground. Though....she never died that night. Something else happened inside of her, her body burned with an intense fire as her vital organs started to die off one by one until only a few were left unscathed. She laid there for hours after the transformation, not wanting to get up but something inside her screamed for her to find a place to hide as the first signs of the morning sun came started to show. She forced herself upward and locked herself inside a utility closet nearby and curled up in the corner, unsure of what was wrong with her, or why she wasn't dead. When night fell she gathered the courage to peek outside and hurry away from the park. Her old life now over she would disappear, life in the Americas wasn't so extravagant as she once thought.

Lena walked for hours until she came upon an old abandoned manor on the outskirts of town, the surrounding area fenced off so it was ample for her needs of seclusion, and it was there she made her new home...




Name: Sarah (last name unknown)

Age: 15

Species: Undead Human (Witch)

Hair color: White

Height: 5'2"

Brief History

Before the outbreak Sarahs parents went to take her to the convention center for the annual flu shot that the city did for those that didn't have any medical insurance. There they waited for three hours before the young 15 year old was seen and injected with the shot and sent off on her way. Everything seemed to be fine, until a few weeks later when the outbreak hit, people mysteriously dieing....and coming back to life. Chaos hit the streets, looters breaking into houses and stores, only to fall victim to the growing horde of the undead.

Well one day during the initial infection, Sarah got separated from her parents while running from the horde which was alerted by some car jacker setting off the alarm. It happened so fast, one moment they were carrying supplies back to their safe room, the next the sound of the alarm blared and echoed against the buildings. That's when they heard the cry of the infected, she ran and ran, and somehow lost her parents...though she managed to evade the horde. Still feeling very sick she would lean against the wall and vomit before using the wall as support. She had no where to go, she didn't remember where the safe house was, since this was the first time since the initial outbreak, so she would head for the hospital.

An hour later she made it to the front of the hospital, her body becoming way to weaker by the minuet. Something was wrong with her, she didn't get bit, that's how she heard how the infection spread from person to person. Slowly she crawled up the many steps toward the front entrance of the hospital. She wouldn't make it, in fact she would completely stop as soon as she made it to the front entrance.

Sarah was doomed from the beginning, it was the initial flu shot she got from the convention center was the the cause of her death, it was in fact the virus itself in a more dormant form. Only after the initial infection did it activate and slowly cause her to die off. Afterwards she would then begin the transformation.....

The Ferals





Name Xer'Xem Marcellus

Age Gave up counting a long time ago

Species Western Mix

Scale Color Purple

Eye color Light Purple

Height 30 feet

Status Single

Brief History

The days of the Dragon have long since ended, his kind that have not not evolved to a more tamer state where hunted down and either killed or imprisoned in the far corners of the globe. Though there were a few that managed to escape and go into hiding and there they would stay, a self exile from the world of greedy men. A better choice then forced imprisonment or death, they imprisoned them selves on their own terms. So Xer said his last goodbyes to his remaining friends and family and set off toward the northern mountains, a place far away from the world of men and their hypocritical laws.

Many many many many years later, more years then he would like to admit, Xer is still living in the Mountain that he has claimed as his own. Over the years many humans have tried to invade and settle but everytime Xer would come swooping down and demolish everything in sight, no one would be taking his home away from him and so this brought on a long bloody war between him and the humans. Eventually after about a hundred years or so the humans finally got the hint that maaaaybe Xer wanted to be left alone. So with tails tucked between their legs so to speak they left and returned to their own homes.

Now he has his peaceful mountain all to himself, surrounded by his many spoils from the war with the humans, a worthy trophy for his many victories against the invaders, but as time goes on...his heart starts to feel that all to familiar hole in it..