_INTRODUCTION_
(Just a side note, I wrote the intro after looking through the planets and reading all of the writings for each place)

Hundreds of years ago on the planet of Relcore, champions rose from the dust each year. Creatu and their masters came from all wakes of life, from lower class living in the back roads of Adagu City to the nobles of Relking Island for a chance to gain glory, unbelievable riches, and the ti
tle of Adagu's Champion. This tournament was the highlight of the year for every citizen of ancient Relcore, even the king would watch as each of the entrants struggled against each other in battles of strength and wit. As the prize for the first tournament was a shaefu, a proud and tall gold and silver shaefu would stand next to the king during every tournament.
Hundreds of years later, in the present, this tournament of the ages has gone extinct along with the people of the time. All of Relcore is modernized, the only remnant of the tournament being the statue of Adagu, the guardian of Relcore, standing tall and proud in the center of Adagu City. With the occupation of society emerging years ago, society historians uncovered the tournament system in the ruins of ancient Relcorian society. Only the basis was discovered before the society occupation became unprofitable and dissipated completely. Today's young adult generations on all five planets may have heard of this from their history studies in class, and some adults may have even been some of those historians to discover the tournament, but nonetheless, it is never mentioned with any importance.
A young girl named Pyro Barden, a citizen of Reiflem, is fascinated by the thought of this tournament. She craves information, she wants to know more about this, to experience the history herself. She would have loved to be a historian, but since the society occupation died out, she's stuck in her parent's business of ranching creatu. One day on her way home, she runs into a strange man. He is tall, has slicked back black hair, and is wearing a vaguely stripped black suit. Next to this man is a natural Veram wearing a black collar.
The veram rears and makes a loud yap, barring his fangs at her, "Malcom! This girl spotted us on the street! What should we do?" he yaps to his master.
Malcom turns to Pyro and grabs his veram by the collar with a swift yank. "Shut up Kain! We'll just have to give her something to make her keep her mouth shut, we have a big haul today." he said, throwing her an old manu. "Here, you never saw us" Malcom said, and walked off behind a dark alley.

The book he threw to her was the research book of Andrew Jacobs, the one who discovered the tournament in the first place.

Ten years later, Pyro walks down a busy street, plastering advertisements everywhere. Two female verams follow behind her at a steady pace, one is Magenta, and the other is Orchid. The magenta one sighs and walks up to her master's heels, "Pyro dear, Why are we walking through Reiflempor Square again? This place gives me the creeps!" she yips.
"We're advertising for the first annual Great Rescreatu Tournament. Of the modern era of course." Pyro giggles, and continues to plaster down plenty of posters as she goes.
When the trio turns tail and reaches the Nexus portal in Otroe circle, Pyro stops abruptly. Up ahead is Kir, he seems to be discussing something of great importance with this strange man. The strange man is dressed up in rather gaudy clothing for visiting Reiflem. He is wearing white pants and a grey tank top, which isn't out of the norm, but he dons what looks like two different scarves on his neck and shoulders, a strange hat that looks like it might be an aviator's hat, and large black wings on his back. To top it all off, he is surrounded by a blue aura of sorts.
Pyro walks up to eavesdrop on their conversation, hiding behind the statue of Pyre, guardian of Reiflem, with her two Verams perched on the top of the statue. She listens closely...
"That would be fine, but it might take a while, possibly a two weeks..." The strange man says.
"That's quite alright, I have waited so long for my planet to finally be revived and alive with as many creatu as is now has. A few more weeks won't be any harder to wait." Kir says with a slight chuckle, his Ivik sitting contently next to him.
Two weeks? that's when my competition begins! I wonder what they- Pyro's thoughts are dissipated temporarily, her verams are yipping like mad down to her for no apparent reason at all.
All of a sudden, she hears a static buzz coming from behind her. Afraid to look, she takes a deep breath, then turns around. She is face-to-face with a hideous looking, over sized, rose Zaphao. She screams at the top of her lungs and runs towards the Nexus portal. This thing must've snuck in through there.
"NightLighter! Stop harassing that poor girl and come back here!" the strange man yells, and the beast quickly obeys.
In a pant and shaking from her recent scarring event, Her two verams fly down and help her balance as she walks over to the two.
"Sorry about that, but you really shouldn't eavesdrop on other people's conversations like that." the strange man says, "My name's Patrick, I made rescreatu."
Awe-struck and unbelieving, Pyro looks to Kir for a moment, who only nods.
"It's true young lady, he did create these planets, all the creatu, and everything to do with our great society of the planets." Kir says.
"Anyways, so in two weeks, the Nexus portal for Uldavi should be up and running." Patrick says to kir.
"Two weeks is when I'm holding my interplanetary Great Rescreatu Tournament." Pyro says quietly, mostly to herself.
"Oh! That's wonderful! That would make a great way to introduce Uldavi to the rest of the planetary societies!" Kir said.
"Whatevere floats your boat." Patrick said, a little bored. "Just don't expect me to post an update about it or anything. The portal will be ready in two weeks, and will open when you want it to be open Kir." Patrick said, calling his zaphao, and walking into the Nexus portal.
"I know some people, I can get you a place for the tournament on all of the planets! you just work on getting people interested in this." Kir said, also walking into the portal.

Pyro took in all that just happened, and went back to plastering posters up, this would be the best tournament in thousands of years.
Later that day, Kir had dropped off many rare and valuable creatu into Pyro's home, leaving a note on the collar of each of them the prize's place. On her kitchen table lied a few items, and a huge bag full of tu, with a note stating the same thing. The biggest surprise yet though, was in her bedroom. After walking into the living room, she spied another note.
"Enjoy this one, I supposed your little tournament needed a mascot. Her name is Dionia. Have fun!
-Kir"
Where was the mascot though?
In the dead silence came a crash of some sort of vase or other breakable ob
ject.
Oh no! It must've been the antique vase in her room!
Rushing into her room, Pyro saw it a mess, everything overturned and thoroughly dug through, but on her bed sitting and seeming to smile at her was a lemon jhara with a collar reading Dionia.
"Hello!" she purred and ran up to Pyro.
"Oh... h-hello..." Pyro sighed, this was going to take some getting used to... but at least she had the tournament set up and ready, the greatest time in her life was about to begin in two weeks time. Her life's aspiration achieved.

_END OF INTRODUCTION_

~HUMAN~



Name: Cyclone Beta

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Relationship with their
creatu: She sees her creatu Misaki as a mode of transportation when in sticky
situations (considering her line of work). However she does not see the easero
as disposable in the least. Cyclone shows a rare cold kindness to the easero
that few ever see, and Misaki respects that. For the most part though their
relationship is business only, but they always trust their backs to each other
in times of peril.

Home planet:
Scria

History: Cyclone was born
in one of the well hidden slum districts of Relcore. Her father had died from
starvation so immediately after giving birth, her mother began to work as a
servant for the “Master” of the slum. It was below minimum wage, but it was
better than most could earn so they lived off it happily. When Cyclone turned
13 her mother was killed by her employer for breaking a very expensive vase,
even though it was the fault of the employer’s son. When they tried to threaten
payment out of Cyclone she ran, using her instincts (because she could not read
or write) she hijacked a ship heading for Scria and never looked back. After a
rather unpleasant crash landing, she found herself in the Scrian palace where
she was apprehended by the police. Despite what she’d done, one of the
retainers to the queen found that she’d be useful in time so he adopted her.
Cyclone lived in his care, though never becoming close to him at all, and
learned to read, write, and many other things that she’d not been able to in
her previous life. Finally, when she turned 18 she ran away and made a name for
herself as a mercenary, smuggling things between the planets for the black
market (Malcolm and Cain). It was during this time that she was introduced to a
rogue easero. They were so alike that they hated each other from the moment
they met, but as time passed they finally realized how well they worked
together (from a handful of incidents that are hereby classified) and became friends,
well not quite… more like allies.

Nowadays she
and Misaki run around doing errands for the black market, which is why you can
still get dye kits and such today. A little known rumor: everything in the
credit shop is also smuggled in, but only Cyclone and Misaki would know that
for sure.

Personality: She could be
described as, “a bit rough around the edges”. Cyclone is not actually her real
name for starters; she made it up because after the incident with her mother’s
employers they had been following her original name. So in order to cut ties
with them once and for all, that was what had to be done. Most of the time
Cyclone acts cold, speaks harshly and is very rash when it comes to decision
making, preferring to charge in than plan. Her ideals are that the strong stay
strong and the weak bow under them, and she adheres to these from dawn till
dusk and through the night when she is most active. Her one weakness is being
alone, for they say “Misery needs company”  it must be the most true for her.

Looks: reference picture
coming soon hopefully, here for now (this is not drawn by me)

Her pants are short
jeans that are ripped at the bottom and she wears black boots.



~CREATU~



Name/nickname: Misaki

Gender: Female

Species: Easero

Color: Trance

Age: Full blown adult
(whatever that may be) / They’ve been working together for about 5 years now.

Relationship with master:
It is a bond built on respect and nurtured with mutual protection and a general
understanding of one another. They do not see each other as master and pet, but
as equal allies that can kick pretty good butt.

History: They
were introduced when Cain brought Cyclone to a large crate stored in a hidden
warehouse on Atquati. The warehouse itself is hidden under Atqueen Forest, and
thus under water so the easero and other precious living cargo could not
escape. Cain believed that Cyclone needed a “partner in crime” as with himself
and Malcolm and so he stuck them together seeing as he found them very similar
in ideals and personality. They expressed a mutual dislike for one another
until a certain incident (which is classified), where they finally trusted
their backs to the other.

Personality: As with her
master she can be meaninglessly cold and cruel at times to friend or foe.
Misaki has a dislike for humanity as a whole for she sees it to be an
insignificant and dying race, however she has somehow taken a liking to
Cyclone. Whether this is because of her similar attitude towards life or some
other reason is still unknown. Misaki is extremely protective of Cyclone,
sometimes charging into the operation without warning to knock out a few thugs,
even if it blows their cover. Despite this, she claims that her actions do not
procure love, but loyalty and respect.

Looks: Because
of her large size, her gold charm hangs from her front right leg like a
bracelet and has “Scria” carved out on it. She wears leather wing-bracers that
protect her wings from being clipped while flying (their line of work leads to
getting shot at), and a similarly styled breast-plate to guard her heart, lungs
etc. She looks more demeaning and intimidating than a normal easero, having
jagged scars on her hind legs from being bound, and a long luminescent line on
her left wing from the membrane being cut during her initial capture by Cain.

I'll get to writing my introduction soon... I have a busy week ahead of me.

So do I, as a Relcore Judge, have a bio too?