Character Profiles by Basel

Updated: 10/31/05 | Printable Version

Soul Calibur 3

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|                         Ivy (Isabella Valentine)                            |

Age: 32
Birthplace: British Empire/London
Height: 5'10'
Weight: 128 lbs.
Birth Date: December 10
Blood Type: Unknown
Weapon: Snake Sword
Weapon Name: Valentine (Ivy Blade)
Discipline: Unrelated Link

Family: Adoptive parents/Deceased

  Over the course of her journey to remove all traces of Soul Edge from the 
world, Ivy's sword began to change. She decided to return to Valentine Mansion
to investigate the cause. After returning to the Valentine Mansion, among the 
books she brought back for research she found a particular volume that 
contained detailed descriptions regarding the nature and origin of the cursed
sword. As she deciphered the ancient text, she soon found an account of the 
spirit sword. Soul Calibur -- a sword that restrained the power of the evil
sword and lent its power to fight against it.

  "Who are you?" She demanded.

  "Did you read the book?" He quietly asked.

  In the silence that followed, the two of them found the answer to their
respective questions. Ivy drew her sword and the white-robed man produced a
gigantic scythe.

  Fierce combat ensued, but Ivy had to expend more mental effort than usual
to make her sword obey her will. Her moment of hesitation left a slight opening
in her defense, and she stumbled from the force of a heavy blow. The man with 
the scythe slowly picked up the book about the swords...

  "This is a mistake from my past. The world no longer needs this..." As he 
spoke quietly, crimson flames engulfed the book in his hand. He dropped the
burning book onto the floor and turned to leave.

  "If you wish to learn everything about the cursed sword and the spirit sword,
then you should follow the knight you know well..."

  Ivy made up her mind. She was going to find the truth. If Soul Calibur did in
fact exist, she would obtain it for herself!

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|                           Cervantes de Leon                                 |

Age: 48 (Aging has stopped)
Birthplace: Valencia, Spanish Empire
Height: 5'10'
Weight: 176 lbs.
Birth Date: January 1
Blood Type: None
Weapon: Soul Edge (Long sword type) & Pistol Sword
Weapon Name: Soul Edge & Nirvana
Discipline: Memories of Soul Edge

Family: Father/Killed in battle
        His Crew/Slaughtered by his own hands (he has no knowledge of the

  By making use of the fragments of the cursed sword within his body, Cervantes
succeeded in preserving his own will. With Soul Edge and the Adrian, he 
devoured the souls of brawny men of the sea.

  One day, when he had moored his ship in an opening in the cliffs in order to
avoid the stormy waves, the presence of the "other" Soul Edge that he had felt
up until this time suddenly disappeared. Then, his body began to crumble! The 
fragments of the cursed sword within his body were losing their power. As 
things stood now, he would soon return to the form of a charred corpse.

  "Wow, looks like you're in trouble!"

  Turning to the source of the sudden voice, Cervantes found a flock of black
birds and a girl in green at the top of the mast.

  "Who the hell are you?!"

  "I guess you could say that I'm a servant of the cursed sword."

  Cervantes grew angry at the overly cheerful girl, but listening to her words,
he learned that a power equal and opposite of Soul Edge had sealed it...

  After the girl disappeared from the mast and into the darkness, Cervantes
thought to himself.

  He had no intention of binding himself to a shared objective with the girl,
but he had no choice but to maintain his life by absorbing new souls, and 
while doing so, destroy the enemy of Soul Edge and revive the cursed sword
that had been sealed. 

  His obsession for souls flaring, Cervantes set out into the stormy sea.

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|                               Nightmare                                     |

Age: Existed since ancient times as Soul Edge
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: 5'6'
Weight: 209 lbs.
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Weapon: Soul Edge (Zweihander Type)
Weapon Name: Soul Edge (Phantom)
Discipline: Style memorized by the armor

Family: Controls a loyal servant, Tira

  In the instant that the spirit sword pierced the cursed sword, no one notcied
the will of Soul Edge escape from the sword. It escaped into the remains of the
armor worn by nightmare, armor which had struck fear into countless men.

  Lacking Soul Edge, however, it could not even move this bodiless, empty shell
of a host.

  After a time, a man with a scythe came to visit the place. He seemed to 
understand everything that had happened, and exchanged a wordless conversation
with the cursed sword. After a few moments, the man agreed to help.

  The man with the scythe performed a ritual of ancient arts. The energy of the
cursed sword and the swirling spirits of this place were woven together and
bound into the remains of the armor. The soul of the cursed sword regained its
body, and a tremendous, bizarre sword appeared in its hand.

  The memory atched into the armor had taken on physical form.

  Having acquired a new body, Soul Edge unleashed its hunger upon the lang,
devouring all in its path. The souls of those who fell before it would find
peace not even in death.

  "More... more!" In order to maintain its body, and in order to increase its
evil energy, the Azure Knight sought stronger, richer souls.

  In the end, the twisted compass directing its path would surely point towards
freeing Soul Edge itself.

  Rumors of a merciless butcher and the terror of the azure nightmare spread
throughout Europe once again.

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|                           Siegfried Schtauffen                              |

Age: 23
Birthplace: Holy Roman Empire
Height: 5'6'
Weight: 132 lbs.
Birth Date: February 6
Blood Type: A
Weapon: Zweihander Type
Weapon Name: Requiem
Discipline: Original style

Family: Mother/Margaret
        Father/Frederick (murdered by Siegfried)

  Collecting the powerful souls and the fragments of Soul Edge, Nightmare was
approaching the revival of the cursed sword. He returned to Ostrheinsburg 
Castle, a place that had seen the blood of many spilled, and there found a man
wielding a thin sword in his left hand. The man sought Soul Edge, but after a 
fierce battle, Nightmare defeated him.

  Nightmare closed in to finish him off, but at that moment, a brief flicker of
Siegfried's will returned, and he struggled against the cursed sword. One voice
sought atonement and a desire to restore pride. Another laughed, saying that
all men shall despair at the darkness of death. 

At this conflict raged within Nightmare's mind, the wounded man drew upon his
last strength and unleashed a desperate final blow. The blow cleanly pierced
the center of Soul Edge.

  Nightmare let out an inhuman howl and writhed in pain, two consciounesses
clashing within him.

  And finally, with a will of iron, Siegfried reclaimed control of his own 
body. At that moment, the area was covered in light, and Soul Calibur suddenly
appeared. Reflexively, Siegfried too the holy sword and stabbed it into the eye
of Soul Edge. 

  The power of the cursed sword was sealed, but the spirit went silent as well.

  "This isn't enough... I swear to seal away Soul Edge for all time and atone
for my sins!" Smashing into pieces his detestable armor, Siegfried set out on
a journey. However, his blood-stained fate would not release him so easily. The
feeling of a grotesque right arm periodically welled up his memories. The
whispers of the cursed sword echoed in his ears.

  And each time he was forced to fight those who sought revenge on Nightmare,
his mind was wracked by guilt... 

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|                                   Voldo                                     |

Age: 50
Birthplace: Kingdom of Naples (Italy)/Palermo
Height: 6'0'
Weight: 185 lbs.
Birth Date: August 25
Blood Type: A
Weapon: Katar (Jamadhar) x 2
Weapon Name: Manas & Ayus
Discipline: Original style

Family: Parents/deceased
        Four brothers/killed through warfare
        Master/Vercci (long deceased)

  Obeying the orders of his late master, Voldo searched for Soul Edge and 
returned to the Money Pit with fragments of the evil sword. Voldo was deeply
hurt to discover that the vertical shaft had been ransacked in his absence. He
emitted an otherworldly wail of indescribable sadness and begged his late 
master for forgiveness.

  While inspecting the treasure, however, he discovered a new truth. The greedy
thieves had taken the "false" Soul Edge he had obtained previously, along with
the fragments of Soul Edge, just like him. If he could track down these people
and force them to tell him everything they knew about Soul Edge, it would 
surely make his search easier.

  Imagining his beloved master encountering him and speaking to him with kind
words, Voldo shivered with excitement. Of course, those thieves who had touched
the treasure of his sacred master must die a fitting death.

  After preparing to leave the Money Pit, Voldo sensed the presence of a new 
intruder. He went out himself and disposed of the thief. Voldo then thought to
himself in silence. If only he could obtain Soul Edge -- the last treasure
Master Vercci sought -- he would be able to dedicate himself to protecting the
Money Pit. But someday, he too would leave this world, just as his master had.
He would need a successor to carry on his will and protect the treasure.

  Another guardian... surely Master Vercci would approve of this idea. Feeling
satisfied, Voldo thought over this idea while preparing for his journey.

  The guardian of the secret storehouse ascended from the dark abyss to the
surface and began to wander the outside world in silence.

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|                                  Astaroth                                   |

Age: Recently resurrected (Seven years since initial creation)
Birthplace: Unknown (Heretical order Fygul Cestemus/The Grand Shrine of
Height: 6'4'
Weight: 287 lbs.
Birth Date: September 3
Blood Type: None
Weapon: Giant ax
Weapon Name: Kulutues
Discipline: Gyulkus

Family: Servants of Ares, the God of war

  After reviving, Astaroth set out again to locate the whereabouts of Soul Edge
in order to offer it before Ares, the God of destruction and war.

  The leader of the evil cult and Astaroth's creator, the grand priest 
Kunpaetku, realized that his servant was not acting as instructed and cast a 
controlling curse on Astaroth from the temple.

  But with the fragment of the cursed sword and the power of Ker, the agent of
death, Astaroth resisted the curse.

  To Astaroth, the cult was now nothing more than an obstacle in his path. The
monster returned to the Temple of his birth and became a whirlwind of 

  Pursued into the deepest part of the temple by Astaroth, the grand priest
escaped at the last moment, leaving behind these words:

  "You failure! You may have been modeled after a human, but in the end, you're
nothing more than a doll!"

  Astaroth could not believe what he heard. At those words, Astaroth began 
searching through the crumbling temple and eventually learned that he had been
created in the image of someone known as the "white giant."

  After utterly destroying the structure, Astaroth thought to himself. His
model, this "white giant," must surely be the most powerful soul in the world.
He would offer up that soul as a sacrifice to the cursed sword.

  His giant form began to move. He had chosen his next objective.

  Astaroth himself did not realize the hidden desire within him to destroy the
white giant so that he could become complete -- a unique being with no model.

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|                             Heishiro Mitsurugi                              |

Age: 29
Birthplace: Bizen, Japan
Height: 5'7'
Weight: 142 lbs.
Birth Date: June 8
Blood Type: AB
Weapon: Katana
Weapon Name: Shishi-Oh
Discipline: Tenpu-Kosai-Ryu Kai

Family: Immediate family/All taken by sickness

  Mitsurugi thirsted. Thirsted for an opponent stronger than himself. Even what
he had once considered his greatest enemy, the Tanegashima rifles, no longer
concerned him. Even Soul Edge, the ultimate weapon which he had sought, had
become meaningless to him.

  It was at this time that he was suddenly attacked by those seeking fragments
of the evil sword. Looking at the outfits worn by his attackers, they reminded
Mitsurugi of the female ninja that interfered every time he drew close to Soul
Edge. Mitsurugi's thoughts drifted, wondering what was happening in Japan. 
Mitsurugi decided to return to his homeland.

  It was the end of the warring states era. Upon returning, Mitsurugi stayed 
with the Noujima Murakami clan, who resisted the rule of Hideyoshi Toyotomi.
The Murakami Navy Chose to make a last stand to protect their existence as 
proud men of the sea. Mitsurugi agreed to join the Murakami's fight.

  Centered around their large imposing warship, the "floating castle," the
Murakami Navy commenced their nightmare raid. The battle began. Mitsurugi
stormed onto the enemy ships like a hurricane and began swinging his sword
like a savage beast freed from its chains.

  It was not enough. After the battle was over, he was decorated for the 
service and invited to see the Murakami commander, but he still could not
get rid of the emptiness is his heart. The white-haired commander took notice
of Mitsurugi's urge for battle. "Have you heard this rumor? In land far to the
west, a warrior clad in azure armor has appeared." At those words, Mitsurugi
looked up in surprise. A warrior in azure armor? It could be none other than 
the knight who wields Soul Edge!

  Mitsurugi quickly ran to the port.

  "Take me west! Now!"

  Giving his entire reward money to the boatman, Mitsurugi fixed his eyes on 
the horizon. He had but one desire -- a fierce duel! His heart beat rapidly in
his chest. It was a reckless impulse similar to what he had felt in his youth.

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|                                  Taki                                       |

Age: 29
Birthplace: Fu-Ma No Sato, Japan
Height: 5'7'
Weight: 117 lbs.
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: A
Weapon: Ninja Sword x 2
Weapon Name: Rekki-Maru & Mekki-Maru
Discipline: Musoh-Battoh-Ryu

Family: Immediate family/All taken by sickness.
        Master/Toki (Taki opposes him now that she has left the clan)

  Taki was concerned about Soul Edge, but at the moment, she was more worried
about Toki, the leader of the Fu-Ma clan. She deliberately leaked some 
information she had obtained about fragments of the evil blade in order to
divert the attention of the Fu-Ma clan. After successfully scattering the 
agents sent by Toki, she headed for Japan.

  The Fu-Ma clan was a group that hid themselves from the world and lived to
exorcise demons and beasts. Taki followed their activities and made contact
with a faction of the Fu-Ma clan that opposed Toki. They revealed that he was
in Hoko temple, located in the capital. Taki faced off against Toki in the
shrine beneath the temple. Her former master's appearance had changed to that
of a demon. Toki was drawing in all of the swirling spirits and energy of the
temple. But no matter how powerful her opponent, Taki would not let it 
overwhelm her.

  It was a fierce battle.

  What gave Taki her slight advantage was ironically the Fu-Ma techniques that
Toki himself had taught her, and Mekki-Maru, the sword that he sought after.

  Gravely injured from the ordeal, she sought to put an end to her former 
master. As Taki started to swing the final blow, a weak voice reached out to 

  "Taki... is that you? It is very dark..."

  Taki was caught off guard. There was no sign of madness in his voice. She 
opened her mouth to call out her master's name, but Toki's eyes suddenly opened
wide. An unidentifiable aura-like entity emerged from his mouth and disappeared
into the darkness.

  Taki made preparations to leave the country at dawn. There was no doubt that 
Toki was heading for the evil blade. Soul Edge's presence was weak at the 
moment, which made it the perfect opportunity to pursue it.

  The life of a ninja is fleeting. Now, after all this time, Taki found herself
ruminating over this as she became a crimson shadow running through the night.

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|                                Talim                                        |

Age: 15
Birthplace: Southeast Asia/Village of the Wind Deity
Height: 4'8'
Weight: 93 lbs.
Birth Date: June 15
Blood Type: Unknown
Weapon: Elbow Blade x 2
Weapon Name: Syi Sarika & Loka Luha
Discipline: Wind Dance

Family: Father/Sanput
        Grandmother & village elder/Kalana

  After leaving the village of the wind and pursuing the evil metal fragments.
Talim learned that the source of evil was Soul Edge.

  Led by the whispers of the wind, Talim traced the root of the evil energy to
a mountain range and arrived at a watermill in which lived only children. 
There, she met a boy radiated evil energy from his body and lay sick in bed.
Talim made her mind to treat the boy.

  One day, a young man by the name of Yun-seong came to visit the watermill in
search of Soul Edge. Talim explained its danger to him, but he was undaunted
and chose to stay there in hopes of obtaining information. Eventually, 
Yun-seong's cheeriness led Talim to accept him.

  Concerned at the boy's worsening condition, Talim came up with the idea of 
passing all of the evil energy in his body through hers and into the wind. It
would be dangerous for her as well, but she was determined to cure him.

  The boy refused her at first, but Yun-Seong convinced him to agree to the

  The treatment was a miraculous success.

  During the treatment, Talim saw amongst the high flying winds the image of a
beautiful sword in a distant western land. Without understanding why, she felt
her heart grow hot.

  After watching over the boy's recovery, Talim left on a new journey with the
children's thanks echoing in her ears.

  Something was waiting in the west... her heart fluttered quietly with the

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|                              Raphael Sorel                                  |

Age: 32
Birthplace: France Empire/Rouen
Height: 5'10'
Weight: 159 lbs.
Birth Date: November 27
Blood Type: A
Weapon: English Sword Rapier
Weapon Name: Flambert
Discipline: La Rapiere des Sorel

Family: Foster daughter/Amy
        Relatives/Cut all ties

  In his quest for Soul Edge, Raphael faced off against Nightmare in the land
of Ostrheinsburg, but lost the fight. Before losing consciousness, Raphael
unleashed one last desperate strike, which pierced the venter of Soul Edge.

  He should have been dead. Yet, for some reason, the Azure Knight had left 
without delivering the final blow. He received treatment back at his mansion,
but soon realized that he had been infected by the evil sword's energy. 
Although he still had his sanity, he was clearly no longer human. Amy also 
became infected while treating his injuries.

  Raphael escaped with Amy to a distant land eastern Europe, where they took
shelter in a castle ruin that stood in the mountains.

  Amy had been transformed into a being that could not interact with the normal
world. Raphael decided that he would change the world for her. His plan, woven
from threads of madness, proceeded slowly but surely, infecting nearby lands 
with evil energy.

  But one day, an incident occurred in which some people who had been 
transformed to evil returned to normal by the power of a "Holy Stone."
Threatened by this object, Raphael decided to go on a journey to discover the
true nature of the "Holy Stone" and obliterate it from this world.

  Just as he made his decision, an army appeared at the base of the castle. 
They had noticed the abnormality of the area and come to attack its source. He
would need to drive off those fools, first.

  "Amy, I won't be back for a while. Be a good girl while I'm gone." Raphael
bid farewell to his beloved Amy and descended below to the world that refused
to accept them. The expression on the face of the reticent girl who watched
him leave said nothing of what lay hidden in her heart.

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|                                   Kilik                                     |

Age: 23
Birthplace: Unknown (Raised in Ling-Sheng Su Temple, Ming Empire)
Height: 5'6'
Weight: 139 lbs.
Birth Date: February 9
Blood Type: A
Weapon: Rod
Weapon Name: Kali-Yuga
Discipline: Secret Art of Ling-Sheng Su Style Rod

Family: Raised in Ling-Sheng Su Temple, but he murdered everyone, including
        Xianglian, who was like his sister.

  On his journey to purify the cursed sword, Kilik ran into Xianghua, and the
two of them once again traveled together.

  One day, the two of them arrived at a city that was enveloped in an evil
energy that was not Soul Edge. Kilik did not know its source, but he and 
Xianghua worked together using the power of fragment of Dvapara-Yuga to purify
the crazed citizens.

  A man bearing a large scythe appeared before them, however, and warned them
to leave. Kilik did not back down, and lost in battle to the man.

  "I see that you possess arts for purifying evil, but do not underestimate the
cursed sword..." That was the last thing Kilik remembered hearing before he 
lost consciousness.

  Kilik awoke to find himself in the hermitage of his teacher, Edgemaster. He 
had spent a month in a comatose state since Xianghua carried him here. In
addition, he had lost the fragment of Dvapara-Yuga.

  Kilik realized his lack of skill. He had to strengthen not only his purifying
arts, but also himself...

  Sensing what lay in Kilik's heart, his teacher ordered rigorous training.
Kilik faced off against his teacher, who deliberately infused himself with the
evil power of the cursed sword. It was Kilik's most difficult challenge. He
trained with the aim of striking at only the evil energy which dwelled in his
teacher's body.

  After three months, Kilik finally succeeded in landing a purifying strike on
his teacher. Seeing that the training was complete, Edgemaster handed to Kilik
a letter from Xianghua and a new fragment of Dvapara- Yuga.

  "I will work on my skills, grow stronger, and regain my courage. I'm sure
that I we'll meet again. And next time, let's put an end to all of this. I
believe in us."

  With her words in his heart, Kilik once again set off for the western lands.

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|                                Maxi                                         |

Age: 28
Birthplace: Ryukyu Kingdom, Shuri
Height: 5'8'
Weight: 126 lbs.
Birth Date: May 1
Blood Type: O
Weapon: Nunchaku
Weapon Name: Soryuju
Discipline: Shissen Karihadi

Family: Parents/deceased
        His crew/Slain by Astaroth

  Pursuing Astaroth in order to avenge his comrades, Maxi arrived at a 
destroyed temple in the desert.

  It was clear that the temple met a fearsome destructive power. It was 
probably the work of Astaroth, but it appeared that he had already left this 

  A man dressed in rags clutching something in his hand sat in the ruins. When
Maxi asked the man about Astaroth, the man began to curse.

  "A cursed failure. Useless piece of junk. Damned clay puppet..."

  A chilling desire to kill raced through Maxi's mind. At that moment, the
metal fragment in the man's hand glowed red. The man turned to look at Maxi.
His eyes were crazed.

  "You have Soul Edge inside your body? What a marvelous specimen! My--"

  A dry thud sounded twice.

  "I have Soul Edge inside my body?" A dark emotion walled from within him as
Maxi thought about this.

  Feeling an unidentifiable fear. Maxi kicked the metal fragment that lay on
the floor into the rubble. Cold sweat poured out from his entire body at the
ominous feeling when he touched it.

  The image of someone appeared in the back of his mind. Someone who had been
enveloped in madness and lost everything, then sunk into deep depression after
recovering his sense. But he could not remember who it was. Fearing he may have
forgotten something very important. Maxi grew uneasy, but couldn't dwell on 
this at the moment -- he knew what it was he needed to do right now.

  Putting the silent ruin behind him, Maxi soon disappeared into the distant
point where the blue sky met the sea of sand.

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|                               Hong Yun-seong                                |

Age: 18
Birthplace: Jirisan, Korea
Height: 5'9'
Weight: 150 lbs.
Birth Date: April 16
Blood Type: O
Weapon: Chinese Sword
Weapon Name: White Storm
Discipline: Seong Style Long Sword + Natural Footwork

Family: Father/Died from illness
        Mother/Whereabouts unknown
        Master/Seong Han-myeong

  While searching for the Sword of Salvation -- Soul Edge -- Yun-seong heard
rumors that it was in fact a cursed sword. In his travels, he learned of a city
which had been destroyed in a conflict over a fragment of Soul Edge. Children
who survived the fighting were said to be living together outside the city.

  Visiting where the children lived, he found a girl named Talim and a boy sick
in bed, both of whom seemed to know of Soul Edge. He too up residence there in
order to gather information.

  One day, Talim who been treating the boy, announced that she would perform a
more drastic treatment. The boy refused her, and Yun-seong attempted to 
persuade him.

  When the two of them were alone, the boy began to talk of his past. He was
the son of the lord who had obtained the fragment of the cursed sword. His
father had experimented upon him and filled his body with evil energy. His 
father went insane, war broke out, and the boy rescued the other children and

  Yun-seong placed his sword, with its blade that is said to reflect the heart
of its wielder, into the boy's hand. "You can see that you are not a demon..."
The boy, encouraged. Agreed to the treatment.

  The boy experienced a miraculous full recovery. Shortly thereafter, Talim
suddenly left. 

  "I didn't even get to ask her anything!" Yun-seong hurriedly prepared to 
leave. As he bid farewell, the boy told him of the cursed sword and stated his
wish that Yun-seong be sure to confirm the truth.

  The knight with the great sword rampaging in lands to the west is the one who
wields Soul Edge.

  His next objective set, Yun-Seong set off for the west.

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|                            Cassandra Alexandra                              |

Age: 21
Birthplace: Athens, Ottoman Empire (Turkey)
Height: 5'5'
Weight: Lost weight recently
Birth Date: July 20
Blood Type: B
Weapon: Short Sword & Small Shield
Weapon Name: Omega Sword & Nemea Shield
Discipline: Athenian Style

Family: Father/Achelous
        Older Sister/Sophitia

  Determined to destroy Soul Edge on behalf of her sister, Cassandra left her 
home. In the mountains to the east, she happened upon a city where the 
residents had lost their minds from the effects of evil energy.

  "What's going on?" The fragment she held reacted strongly to this place. Soul
Edge was somehow involved in this bizarre phenomenon. She made up her mind to
free the city.

  "My sister was able to do it... I can, too!" She said to herself. But then 
something unexpected occurred -- cracks appeared in the sword and shield she 
had taken from the temple of Hephaestus.

  Feeling deeply apprehensive, there was nothing Cassandra could do but to flee
the city. She felt completely helpless -- she may have used her sword and 
shield a bit roughly, but she couldn't believe that arms made from holy ore
could be damaged.

  As she gazed at her damaged sword and shield, the image of her sister and her
young niece and nephew flashed through the back of her mind. Her sister smiled
happily, leading her children by the hand...

  "No... I can't give up." Cassandra's eyes shone once again with 
determination. She returned to Greece to consult with her blacksmith 
brother-in-law, Rothion. Unexpected new was waiting for her upon her return 
home... however.

  During Cassandra's absence, Sophitia had once again set out on a journey to
destroy Soul Edge.

  "Damn you, Haphaestus! This is all your fault!" Cassandra cursed to herself,
Though she didn't consider her sister having regained her previous strong will
to be completely bad news.

  She had to help her sister. She would stand by her and support her.

  After receiving a new sword and shield from Rothion, Cassandra set out with
a pure purpose in her heart, with the early dawn's soft light shining upon her

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|                              Chai Xianghua                                  |

Age: 20
Birthplace: Ming Empire/Peking
Height: 5'0'
Weight: 101lbs.
Birth Date: April 2
Blood Type: B
Weapon: Chinese Sword
Weapon Name: No name
Discipline: Sword play passed down from her mother

Family: Mother/Deceased
        Father/Deceased, according to her mother

  "I couldn't do anything..." The pain of defeat clutched at Xianghua's heart.

  After reuniting with Kilik, she had faced off with him against the man with
the scythe and lost. No, in actuality, that fight had been entirely between
Kilik and the man. The man had shown no interest in Xianghua. The only thing
she was able to do was carry the unconscious Kilik and run away.

  Xianghua went to see Kilik's teacher, Edgemaster. She relaxed when the sword
master assured her that Kilik would recover. Entrusting the old man with a 
letter for Kilik, she left the hermitage.

  Upon returning to her country, Xianghua went to stay with an old general, 
suggested and arranged by Edgemaster.

  There, Xianghua dedicated herself to her training with the sole goal of 
growing stronger, and her skills improved notably in a short time. However,
she could not get rid of the shadow of the uneasiness that had fallen over her

  "I mustn't fear" she tried to convince herself. Noticing her anxiety, the 
general's instructor spoke to her one day.

  "Sometimes, the path of the warrior requires letting in dark feelings, 
weighing them, then letting them go."

  After this day, she began training her mind. Her heart would be like water,
letting all flow through her without breaking. After several months, he felt 
that she was now ready. She politely bid farewell and once again set out on her

  When she met with Kilik, she would proudly say, "Sorry to keep you waiting!
I've caught up to you!"

|                                                                             |
|                                Yoshimitsu                                   |

Age: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown (Base of Mt. Fuji, Japan)
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Weapon: Katana
Weapon Name: Yoshimitsu
Discipline: Manji Ninjitsu

Family: Entire clan/Massacred
        Now belongs to a clan of chivalrous thieves called Manjitou

  After retrieving his sword, Yoshimitsu devised a plan to destroy the 
fragments of Soul Edge and all those items that had been tainted by their 
power, while simultaneously fighting to protect the weak.

  He returned to Japan and gathered nuffians from throughout the land. They 
would crush the strong and defend the weak, and at the same time locate and 
destroy the fragments of the cursed sword. It was the birth of an organization
of chivalrous thieves called the Manjitou.

  Yoshimitsu formulated a grand plan to steal a fragment of Soul Edge and other
treasure that was said to lie within the mansion of a wealthy man.

  Unfortunately, the scheme ended in failure.

  The vanguard force that had been sent after the fragment was wiped out. As a 
result, the chain of command at the scene collapsed, and the operation ended in
a dramatic failure in which many members of the Manjitou were captured or 

  From accounts of those they rescued, and from other information as well, it
appeared that the captain of the vanguard force attacked his own men by 
surprise and fled with the fragment.

  Yoshimitsu could not believe that man would betray them. He was a man that
Yoshimitsu had placed great hopes on as second in command.

  "Findest the fragment. When thou findest it, thou shalt surely findest him
as well... Dismissed."

  At this brief command, the Mnjitou silently went into action once more. 
Sensing the presence of the cursed sword behind this event, Yoshimitsu set out
to discover the truth.

|                                                                             |
|                                 Rock                                         |

Age: 42
Birthplace: London, British Empire - Raised in the New World
Height: 5'9'
Weight: 187
Birth Date: December 14
Blood Type: unknown
Weapon: Giant mace
Weapon Name: Onslaught
Discipline: Original Style

Family: Parents/Whereabouts unknown
        Adopted son/Bangoo (has recently come of age)

  Several years ago, Rock succeeded in rescuing Bangoo from the clutches of the
evil cult that had kidnapped him. His trusty axe had broken in the process, but
he did not regret it.

  The two of them were once again free, but deciding that Bangoo was not ready
for a long journey, they headed up north along the coast and settled in 
northern Europe. Rock hoped for Bangoo to grow stronger in the fierce winters
of this land, different from the New World.

  One night during a snowstorm, Bangoo met with an accident. When the sun rose
and Rock rescued him, Rock asked the boy if he was frightened of nature.

  "Yes, it's scary. But I can't bring myself to hate it..."

  Hearing this answer, Rock sensed that the time had come for Bangoo to become
a man. Bangoo chose a trip across the sea alone as his ritual manhood, and Rock
saw him off with a great mix of emotions.

  Rock was alone again.

  Bangoo had returned to his place of birth. But as for Rock...

  In the past, he had traveled in search of Soul Edge, the one clue linking him
to his parents... had old regrets and attachments surfaced now that he'd come 
to this place?

  "No. I, too, need to become a man that Bangoo can be proud of," he said to 

  Rock decided to set out on his own journey to confirm his strength and will.
The quest for Soul Edge which he had previously abandoned... once he completed
that, he could proudly call himself Bangoo's father.

  With the image of the boy in heart, Rock cast his gaze one last time across 
the great sea.

|                                                                             |
|                            Sophitia Alexandra                               |

Age: 25
Birthplace: Athens, Ottoman Empire (Turkey)
Height: 5'6'
Weight: Unknown (Refuses to reveal)
Birth Date: March 12
Blood Type: B
Weapon: Short Sword & Small Shield
Weapon Name: Omega Sword & Elk Shield
Discipline: Athenian Style

Family: Husband/Rothion

  In order to save her children, Sophitia embarked on a journey once again.
Following the rumors of Nightmare, she arrived on the bank of the Rhine river,
overlooking Ostrheinsburg Castle.

  Breaking the silence, a small girl in dark green clothes suddenly appeared
from the mist and spoke to her with an innocent smile. Sophitia remained on
guard and drew her weapon. She could tell that the unusually large ring the 
girl carried was a weapon.

  "Soul Edge isn't in that castle anymore. Say, I'd really like to play with
your children." the girl said.

  Sophitia attacked without a word, but the girl dodged the blow, disappearing
into the mist with a twisted giggle. Sophitia hurried home and was relieved to
find her family safe. She could not relax, however, for she did not know what
she should do. Feeling uncertain, Sophitia headed to the temple of Hephaestus,
God of the forge.

  But what awaited her at the temple was none other than the girl in green.
Sophitia quickly picked up her sword and shield.

  "Ahaha! You want to fight me? Sounds like fun!" The girl in green beamed.
Blocking the girl's attack, Sophitia looked into her eyes and saw the emptiness
the girl held in her heart.

  "Poor child. You've never known happiness..." Sophitia murmured. The girl
froze. Her expression changed from her previous fake smile to a look of extreme
hatred. She knocked back the surprised Sophitia and took her distance.

  "You're annoying... when the time comes, I'll come for your children."

  For the sake of protecting the ones she loved, Sophitia steeled her resolve
to eliminate the threat at the source. She announced her intentions to Rothion
and once again put on her traveling clothes.

  "You be careful..." Rothion softly said to her.

  In the eyes of this woman, who believed in herself and fought her those she
must protect, shone a light of hope that would illuminate the future.

|                                                                             |
|                                Seong Mi-na                                  |

Age: 23
Birthplace: Jirisan, Korea
Height: 5'4'
Weight: 106 lbs.
Birth Date: November 3
Blood Type: A
Weapon: Zanbatou (Halberd)
Weapon Name: Scarlet Thunder
Discipline: Seong Style Longsword + Ling-Sheng Su Style Rod

Family: Father/Seong Han-myeong
        Mother/Taken by sickness
        Brother/Taken by sickness

  Seong Mi-na traveled throughout the Ming Empire in search of Hong Yun-seong,
a pupil from the Seong dojo, and Soul Edge, known as the Sword of Salvation.

  A chance encounter led her to learn the origin of her staff fighting style --
the Ling-Sheng Su temple. She grew interested in the temple, but it turned out
that Ling-Sheng Su had been destroyed several years prior. Seong Mi-na, 
however, managed to find a cave temple in which lived the former master of the
Ling-Sheng Su temple.

  That man, Edgemaster, had suffered an injury and was now resting his body.

  Despite this, he gave in to the persistent Mi-na and agreed to face off 
against her.

  She suffered total defeat.

  No matter how many times she attacked, she received a decisive blow after
trading only a few strikes. They were on completely different levels. Seeing 
her frustration, the old man suggested that she spend some time training here.
Mi-na gladly accepted his offer.

  During her training, Mi-na spoke of the goal of her journey and Soul Edge.
Upon doing so, the man told her the truth about Soul Edge, that it was a 
cursed sword that devours souls...

  Mi-na was shocked, but she knew that a man like him would not lie. She had
to let Yun-seong know...

  There was no time to waste. She thanked Edgemaster for all he had done for
her and hurriedly prepared for her journey.

  "I'll be back soon!"

  She bid a cheerful farewell to the old man and put the sword master's 
hermitage behind her.

|                                                                             |
|                                 Tira                                        |

Age: 17
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: 5'3'
Weight: 94 lbs
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: AB
Weapon: Ring Blade
Weapon Name: Aiselne Drossel
Discipline: Dance of Death

Family: No family, but now accompanied by a flock of Watchers

  There was an underground organization called the Bird of Passage that hid in
the shadows of history. They formed contracts with the powerful and sent out
assassins to eliminate their enemies. Tira was an assassin raised by this
organization. The act killing had become such a regular routine in her life
that she needed to kill on a regular basis for the stimulation it provided.

  When the Evil Seed rained down, Tira was in the middle of a mission and the
chain of command collapsed. Tira was suddenly set free from the underground

  She has since forgotten where she was when this event transpired.

  For a while, she was taken in by an ordinary family in an ordinary city and
lived a quiet life amongst ordinary people. This did not last long, however, 
and a simple event caused her to murder the entire family.

  She then began her wandering lifestyle, killing those who crossed her path.
Her emotions grew intense to where the slightest trigger could cause her to
become depressed or manic.

  One day, she came across information about Nightmare, and her heart leapt at
the thought of finding someone like herself. Following the trail of slaughter,
she tracked down the Azure Knight.

  "Finally, someone to whom I can give myself entirely..." Thought Tira.

  Now a faithful servant of ther evil sword, she operates behind the scenes,
controlling a flock of ravens. She has been given two missions.

  Her first task is to destroy the spirit sword and free the evil sword. Her
second task is to locate a new host for the cursed sword.

  Those who meet with her approval shall have their souls burned by the flame
of the cursed sword. Those who do not, Tira will surely take their lives to 
bring joy to her own.

|                                                                             |
|                                Zasalamel                                    |

Age: Unable to determine due to his ability to reincarnate
Birthplace: Unknown due to his ability to reincarnate
Height: 5'11'
Weight: 170 lbs.
Birth Date (of his current reincarnation): May 5
Blood Type: B
Weapon: Death scythe
Weapon Name: Kafziel
Discipline: Original Style

Family: Long since deceased

  Zasalamel was originally born into a tribe that protected the holy sword. He 
was banished from the tribe, however, when he violated an edict due to his 
arrogance. Eventually, he began to pursue the art of reincarnation. He found
this secret art, obtained the power for his own, and became a being that could
cross the ages.

  reincarnation, however, was a painful ordeal, and eventually, he lost all joy
in living. There was nothing to be gained with infinite time. The price of 
eternal life was the loss of a peaceful death.

  Wishing death, he once took possession of Soul Edge. Not even a death brought
on by the evil sword could break the cycle of reincarnation. He then turned his
hope to the spirit sword and returned to his birthplace, but his tribe had 
disappeared, leaving no trace of Soul Calibur. 

  After reaching his current reincarnation, Zasalamel tracked the whereabouts
of Soul Edge from the massacres caused by the Evil Seed and Nightmare, and
also learned that the spirit sword had finally appeared. It was the perfect
chance to obtain both of them at once. Both the cursed sword and the spirit
sword, however, lacked their true strength.

  In order to revive the cursed sword, he brought the Azure Knight back to life
and created conflict within the mind of Siegfried, the one who possessed both
swords. Zasalamel searched out survivors of Nightmare's carnage and directed 
them towards Siegfried. the strong hatred and hostility that they bore would
surely be enough to shatter Siegfried's will.

  If the cursed sword grew in power, then the spirit sword would regain its
strength as well.

  When the conflict between those two opposing forces reached its peak, would
he be able to use that ultimate power to achieve a final death?

|                                                                             |
|                                Setsuka                                      |

Age: 24
Birthplace: Unknown (Raised in Japan)
Height: 5'6'
Weight: 114 lbs
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: A
Weapon: Iai sword hidden in an umbrella
Weapon Name: Ugetsu Kageuchi
Discipline: Shinden Tsushima-ryu Battoujyutsu

Family: No family. Her mother, who raised her, died as well

  Without any relatives, and her obviously non-native Japanese appearance, she
was looked upon with disdain and fear ever since she was a young child. She
gradually closed her heart to those around her and became a drifter at a young

  She was eventually taken in by a man, and she grew up surrounded by his 
kindness. Although she was far from rich, he gave her all he could, including
an expensive long-sleeved kimono. He also gave her the name, Setsuka-Snow 
Flower. Setsuka's caretaker worked in the region as a bodyguard, and he taught
her the battou technique he used to protect his patrons -- the art of fighting
from the draw.

  One day, the man entrusted a letter to her. The letter's destination was far
away, and it took her many months to travel there and back. Upon her return, 
she was shocked to find the name lying on the floor, grievously injured. 
Although he would not tell her what happened, she had no doubt that it was a
result of a duel. Despite the wounds, the man tried to behave as he always had,
but Setsuka could not hide her sadness and concern. His lessons, however, grew
overmore strict and demanding. On the other hand, he showered her with
overwhelming love, something she had never experienced until then. Her feelings
towards him grew into something beyond mere fondness or reverence. It would not
be until she visited his grave years later that Setsuka would come to recognize
the true nature of the feelings that had taken hold in her heart.

Visiting his grave, she recalled the words he had spoken to her on his 

"Do not think about vengeance. That fight was one of the most exciting moments 
of my life. I want you to live freely and carry on the techniques I taught 

  The burning hatred welled up within Setsuka when her master revealed the name
of the fateful opponent, Heishiro Mitsurugi. It also made her realize what it
meant to truly love someone.

  Although her master did not with it, she chose to avenge his death. She had
few clues to go on, but she was sure that if she tracked down a warrior named
Nightmare, she would eventually find Mitsurugi.

  Armed with an oilpaper umbrella containing a concealed blade and wearing 
the kimono that her teacher had left to her, her appearance was that of a 
beautiful goddess of war dressed in bewitching robes of mourning.

|                                                                             |
|                                Lizardman                                    |

Name: Aeon Calcos
Age: 36 (Seven years since he has taken on this appearance)
Birthplace: Sparta, Ottoman Empire (Turkey)
Height: 5'11'
Weight: 190 lbs
Birth Date: June 23
Blood Type: None
Weapon: Single-handed ax & Small shield
Weapon Name: Grudge Ax & Aya Shield
Discipline: Rapid Ares Style

Family: There should be family in his homeland, but they are no longer 
        important to him.

  When he awoke, there was no way for him to know what had happened. All he 
remembered was the feeling of suddenly being pulled up from the dark abyss.

  The waves emitted by Soul Calibur when it struck the cursed sword had shaken
his consciousness.

  The first thing he saw when he awoke was his own figure, transformed into 
that of a monster.

  In his fragmented memory, he recalled serving a grand priest in a dark 
temple, and he had taken countless lives.

  Aeon Calcos set out to find a way to become human again, while keeping hidden
his monstrous form. He could not even meet his family with this body.

  "Lord, the fate you have bestowed upon me is too cruel." He did not yet 
realize the faint doubt that had sprouted in his heart.

  As time passed and still he found no solution, he finally decided to seek 
clues in the one place he had avoided, the evil temple. However, someone had
destroyed the temple.

  With his only glimmer of hope extinguished, something important crumbled
within him. Doubt spread through his heart.

  Why did his God remain silent during his plight? Even to his God, he was now
nothing more than a cursed monster!

  The sword and shield his God had given him had served to steady his heart, 
but he now cast them aside and turned his despair into anger toward the God.

  He would cut down his God with the weapon that even his God had feared: Soul
Edge. This would be the ultimate revenge. He no longer felt any fear toward the
idea of becoming a cold-blooded beast.

|                                                                             |
|                                 Olcadan                                     |

Age: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: 5'9'
Weight: 174 lbs
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Weapon: All
Weapon Name: Name None
Discipline: All

Family: Long since deceased

  Once, in an age now found only in myth, there was a man known by the name of
Olcadan who was skilled in every kind of fighting art.

  With one single exception that had ended in a draw, he could boast that he 
had been completely undefeated in innumerable duels he had fought. He then 
turned his eyes to the Gods. He fought and defeated a great owl that was a 
messenger of the God of war. The angry God cursed Olcadan, turning his head
into that of an owl. Upon seeing this curse, the people tried to obtain the
Gods' forgiveness by capturing Olcadan. Sorcerers known as the "sages of the
oak" were sent after him. They took advantage of the vow he had made in order
to become strong and captured him.

  The God of war appeared in the form of a headless great owl, and sent Olcadan
down into an ancient ruin that sprawled deep beneath the earth.

  Unable to find an exit, he gave up and resigned himself to his fate, falling
into a deep slumber.

  The power of the Evil Seed, however, broke the seal of the labyrinth and 
Olcadan managed to escape. Stepping out from the labyrinth for the first time
in an eternity, he learned that the world outside had changed greatly since his
era. He was not particularly troubled by this, however. Those waves of power
that had interrupted his sleep were undoubtedly the greatest power of this era.

  He learned to survive in the new world by teaching people the fighting
techniques that himself had developed, and, over the course of several years.
Gradually learned about this era. Then, in order to restore his combat senses
that had dulled over the course of his long sleep, he once again cut off 
contact with the world by holing up inside the labyrinth. He will challenge the
most powerful opponent of the era. That opponent is a pair of swords that had
been young and weak in his era, but these weapons, crafted by the hands of man,
now rivaled the Gods...

|                                                                             |
|                                Abyss                                        |

Age: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Weapon: Unknown
Weapon Name: Unknown
Discipline: Death scythe (Mutated from absorbing the power of both Soul Edge
            and Soul Calibur)

Family: Freed from meaningless concepts such as family

  Soul Edge and Soul Calibur... if a human being were to absorb the power 
contained within these two sword...

  Zasalamel put this idea into action. It was an idea no normal person would
ever consider, but for Zasalamel, it was his chance to attain true death.

  He hid behind the scenes during the battle between the cursed sword and the
spirit sword, appearing only when their powers reached their zenith. Then,
using a secret art, he connected his body to the world of the abyss and created
a jet-black sphere that absorbed all forms of energy. His plan was to use this
to draw out the essences of the swords and take them into his body. It was an
act that only Zasalamel, with the knowledge gained from an eternity of 
lifetimes, could have performed.

  Clusters of light, most pure and fierce, were released from the swords. For a
moment, they seemed struggle as if they had a will of their own, but then 
proceeded to be absorbed into Zasalamel's body. Power coursed through has 
entire body, and he began to transform.

  At the end of an experience completely different from his countless rebirth,
he had obtained sharpness of sense, overflowing power, and a voice that
thundered like an echoing roar. Zasalamel must have thought that, having
acquired this power, his goal had been achieved. The peace and death that he
had sought was right before his eyes. But deep within him, something other than
himself was beginning to awaken. He had invited into himself an inhuman 

|                                                                             |
|                              Night Terror                                   |

Age: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: Unable to determine
Weight: Unable to determine
Birth Date: Unknown
Blood Type: None
Weapon: Soul Edge (Complete)
Weapon Name: Soul Edge (Complete)
Discipline: Memories of Nightmare?

Family: None

  When an action is so rechless that it will bring about one's own destruction,
it is often too late by the time one realizes it. For Zasalamel, the appearance
of Night Terror was a perfect example of this.

  Even Zasalamel had underestimated the power of the cursed sword. It is far
surpassed that of his secret arts. During the ritual when Zasalamel attempted
to take the power of Soul Edge for himself, it fused with not only the summoned
Nightmare, but with even the power of Soul Calibur, becoming a terrible 
incarnation of pure destruction will. It is likely that Zasalamel never even
saw its form -- Night Terror. Perhaps it had retraced the memories of the blue
armor, or perhaps it had a remnant of the self-will that had formed while it
used Siegfried as a host. Whatever the case, this entity bore a slight 
resemblance to Nightmare. It easily escaped Zasalamel's control and appeared
behind him, wielding its power like a raging current, and obliterated him.

  The man who had craved death met his end -- though not in the way he had
intended. In his place, an unprecedented catastrophe gained wing and claw and
was released upon the world.


Greece or Turkey?
  As we know, many people were confused why I wrote Athens is in Turkey, not
Greece (in Alexandra sisters' & Lizardman's birthplace) in Soul Calibur 2 and
I was bothered with the questions back then. Since the time has not changed a
lot, then Alexandra sisters' profiles will still remain the same. So, to avoid
a "second round," I will finish it again with what one of the kind gentlemen 
sent me as a good answer:

  Mr. Jason remarks;
  "Namco is right in this... sort of.  At the time period that the game takes
place in, Greece was a part of the Ottoman Empire, which fell in 1924 and
became Turkey.  Greece would gain indepence from the Ottoman Empire and be
recognized as an independent state in 1832 by the Treaty of Constantiople."

  Hopefully everything is clear by now. You can contact Mr. Jason instead if 
you still have any doubts (some people are hard headed). His E-Mail address is
at <>

  Thank you very much. Enjoy the game, fellas. ^_^


Last Words:
  There you have it. If anything is wrong, just send me an E-Mail. Hope there
will be some respect for the hard work.

Special Thanks:
1)To Namco
2)To Gamefaqs
3)To all my friends for the encouragement.
4)To Jason Holmes for clearing out the confusion. Thanks a lot! 

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