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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
    |                                                                             |
    |                              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 <raven2040@nexband.com>
      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! 
    Soul Calibur 3 is Copyright Namco Crops. This document Copyright 2005 Basel
    If you need to contact me to add or ask me about anything, E-Mail me at
    Mr_Basel@yahoo.com or Mr_Geese@hotmail.com
    Credits for GameFAQs and Namco Crop.

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