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Name: Ironwall (insert skull and crossbones here)

Age: Unknown.

Gender: Male

World: FC/Editorverse

Powers/Tools/Abilities: Being dead and reanimated somehow netted him the loss of whatever powers that were unique to Editors. However, this is not to say that he lost everything. He's still a man made out of iron, he's still got that cavalry sword, he's still got hte revolver, and he's still got what he found in the base shortly before Holy Annihilation... well, annihilated.

Bio: Oh boy. You see, Ironwall was always a "god in the shadows" type, influencing universes without a care in the world from the sidelines, except in The War between which is an entirely different story. And then .EXE started to get wise.

Naturally, Ironwall panicked. He tried to stop this...

And found he fucking COULDN'T.

Which, naturally, had him terrified as fuck that shit was going down.

And then the Maiden pulls her shit.

Maximum overpanic.

And so, FC tells the rest of the story. And then he gets revived. Cue massive dose of angst, pain, and general "why me" and "what the fuck is going on here" moments.

Personality: Ironwall is very confused and Grade A mortified by the idea of .EXE coming back. Expect a few blubbered secrets that may end up causing a few TWB events for what will probably be Gold and co. Unlike most of the dead he's not adverse to death...

Other: He's less dexterous, leading to him lurching like a zombie at times. It hurts.

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Name: John MacAllister. Sometimes called the "Iron Warhorse" or the "Warrior King" due to his basically job.

Age: in his mid-forties and sick of a lot of bullshit.

Gender: Yet another man.

World: A very twisted, Rainbow Factory-dominated, "our royalty is dead so here's the guy who's leading the people to fight onwards, he's our king now whether he like it or not" version of the MLPverse. Yeah, expect no innocence to survive.

Powers/Tools/Abilities: Very good with a gun, unless it's an AR or an SMG set to auto. He doesn't like auto-fire unless it's something like an auto shotgun, or a LMG or heavier. He also has a warhammer he rarely uses, and a "Monarch's Blade" he uses more often. Don't forget the stolen SPECTRA pistol, that thing's versatile.

Bio: Once upon a time, John was a happy man. He came home from three years of military service to a wife and kids, lived with them, and eventually settled down as an electrician in one city.

And then the murders began.

As the list of this mysterious killer's victims grew, John's city was sent into a gradual state of worried unease. John himself didnt worry that much, but even he was afraid. And then it happened...

It was one late night. He'd just gotten home, and his client's almost-irreparable fusebo was FINALLY fixed to John's satisfaction of quality (he always held himself to a certain standard, determined to make something as good as he thought it should be or as good as the customer, whichever was higher), leaving him stressed and soon to head off to bed. He walked by the children's rooms, where his son of three, James, and his daughter of eleven, Suzie, were asleep. He walked into the living room, pecked his wife Angelina on the cheek, and went into the kitchen to make something very quickly, flump down into a chair in the dining room, eat, check on the kids one last time, kiss Angie goodnight, and go right the fuck to bed. As he was waiting for hte microwave beep, he heard a crash. Shit, did Angie break something? "You okay honey?" ...no response. And it was here that he felt soomething was deeply wrong, even if it was startlingly early for that. And so he ran into the living room to find his wife missing. Onto the kid's rooms...

...where the sight he saw would haunt him forever.

His wife, stabbed in the heart, trying to crawl to the phone.

His daughter already dead, her throat torn out.

And the sick fucker that did it, plunging a knife into the screaming James' head.

All he could do was stare in mortified shock as the murderer dropped the now-dead toddler and calmly walked out the window.

Once they finally left, John STILL couldn't move for a few seconds before he ran over to his wife. And by the time he got there, there was most definitely no saving her. Her last words would haunt him forever.

"John... go... go get 'em."

And she passed.

This would set John on track to being a very violent vigilaante of sorts. And then the Six went bad, complicating his life ever so further.

The scientist, had to die by a pot of acid they were planning on submerging a guy's head in in the name of science.

The baker, beaten to death when they made one unlucky slip-up in restraining John.

The animal keeper, feasted on by the animals she no doubt abused and forced to eat those who went into their shed.

The dressmaker, allowed to live until they killed others for their suits and then shot once in the head.

The farmer's twisted family, all found choked by apples like the farmer would do- she had. Ironically, her own modus operandi would be the way she died.

That only left the "speedster".

And then John watched everything come crumbling down, when a surprise attack on the royals all gathered in one place resulted in a total loss for any hope of peace. John was one of the few survivors of that battle, personallyseeing the incarnations of the sun and moon executed.

He had to go into hiding. LEad a resistance against the Rainbow Factory's soon-crushingly oppressive regime. Lead his people to fight for that which they had once known. Had to see the murder of anyone who spoke out against hte Factory. Had to sit down and take it all in.

And thus, he proved himself. He had to prove to the people that if he led them, they would need to fight for themselves and not just because some guy decided to stand up and say "go fight". It was all done with a burning hatred for the Factory running deep in his veins...

Personality: John is a very self-sacrificial character. Were he given the option to save himself, or become a martyr for his people to fight the good fight, he'd pick "martyr" every time unless he was needed JUST THAT MUCH. He falls right in line with the "Muse of Doom" type. He inspired people to raise their fists and ifght, and managed to be self-conscious of how he was governing. He never really anted to be king, but when the people crowned him he swore he'd do the best job he could. His crown of twisted metal is kind of symbolic. Gone are the days of gold and silver, gone are the days of peace. Now is the time when no child will go unhaunted by war's shadow. Now are the days of sharp metal and blood. And someday, may the peace rise agian. And John will do everything in his power to get that peace. Abdicating hte throne at the people's request, martyrdom, sending people off to die and going off with them... He knows what it's like on both the soldier's and the general's side of things.

Other: He loves early 20th century music.