A young man sat on a barstool in a low-level kind of neighborhood, where thugs, bandits, drug dealers and the likes mingled. He was enjoying his drink, cold bourbon, when three scary-looking and muscle-bound men stood surrounding him.

One of the three thugs, a potbelly with green razor hair man leaned on the bar on the young man’s side. “Been lookin’ for you, man. Heard you’ve been messin’ with our bros.”

The young man just stayed silent and drank a bit more.

The fat thug got angry, he grabbed the young man’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to… YAAAAAHHH!!!” His sentence finished with an agonizing scream, as his thumb was bend almost to the point of broken.

The young man, still bending the fat thug’s thumb said “Don’t touch me with your grubby hand.” He released his hold and the thug fell on his knees. “I’m not in the mood for fighting. Now get out of here before I kill you all.”

The other two thugs flashed their knives and stabbed at the man from his left side and back. The man, an always ever-aware fighter, leaned back and sideways while moving both hands in a speed that the thugs couldn’t follow and caught both attacking arms tightly. He rammed both thugs’ arms at each other and broke them. Painful sounds of broken bones and screams followed as the owners of broken hands fell on their knees.

The fat thug tried to pull out his gun, but the young man spun on his stool seat and rammed an elbow on the thug’s neck. The attack followed with the fat thug’s hair caught with one hand and his head met with the hard wooden bar intimately, and hard.

He then turn back to his drink calmly as if there was nothing happened. The three thugs, having enough beating for the night, quickly dashed out of the bar accompanied by mocking laughter from some of the patrons.

Later that night, the young man was out of the bar. He walked rather unsteadily in the quiet night when suddenly he heard a woman’s cry for help from an alley just in front of him. He went into the alley and saw a man on top of the woman who cried for help and struggling helplessly against the man. He walked calmly toward them and gave a hard soccer kick to the man’s side. The man tumbled to the side swearing and trying to see his attacker.

The woman scrambled nervously toward the young man. She quickly hid behind his back and clung on his right hand.

“Who the f(bleep) are you man ? You’re lookin’ for death !?” yelled the woman’s attacker. He stood up shakily and readied his boxing stance.

The young man just yawned. When the thug attacked, he grabbed one of the woman’s arms and propelled her forward into the line of the thug’s straight punch. The punch was hard and powerful enough to send the woman flying into a pile of garbage near a wall. When she was flying away involuntarily, a dagger fell on the ground near the young man’s feet.

The male thug was shocked, seeing his partner in crime unconscious in the pile. “H-h-h-how… d-d-did you ?”

An answer to his question in form of a slow but powerful straight kick planted on his stomach came up. The thug was unconscious before he hit the wall and bounced on to the dirty ground.

A gust of wind blew past the young man’s brown coat while he shook his head at the pair of thugs’ stupidity. He then turned toward the exit of the alley but found two dozens more of thugs in various sizes, forms, and weapons blocked the way. Three of them were the ones that he gave some beating earlier in the bar.

“Looking for some more beatings ?” asked the young man. His voice was as steady as his feeling. He was not afraid by the number of opponents. He relished fighting, especially fighting thugs like these because he had hates toward this kind of people that killed his girlfriend some years back.

Some of the thugs chuckled menacingly and some tapped his/her weapon gingerly. Five of the thugs advanced toward him with their different kind of weapons – daggers, short sword, whip, and metallic pipe – brandished and readied to give the young man a taste of each weapon.

When they were near, the young man took off his coat and threw it on two of the advancing five. He dashed and slid under a thug with a dagger, knocking the thug off of his feet. He grabbed several pebbles on the ground and threw them to one thug with a short sword while sidestepping a dagger aimed at his left side. He grabbed the advancing arm and spun and hurtled the thug to the other two that he threw his coat earlier. The three thugs went down in a heap.

The thug that he threw some pebbles attacked with a swiping motion. He leaned back and the sword passed harmlessly. He sprung forward quickly and sent a punch into the thug’s face. He then jumped above one of the three thugs that were in a heap and kick the back thug’s head with his heel. Two down, twenty-two to go.

One female thug swung her black leather whip, but the young man simply caught the whip and pulled her toward him. As the woman was propelled forward, she swung her leg upward, but the kick was evaded and the young man slammed her with his shoulder toward the thug that he tripped earlier. Four down, twenty to go.

The rest of nineteen thugs advanced toward the young man as he finished off the last of the first five thugs with a punch on the gut and elbow on the chin. The nineteen thugs circled the brave, reddish-brown-hair young man with their fighting stances readied.

”This gonna be messy.” thought the man.

Ryu (Well, its kinda pointless giving description of our famous street fighter hero isn’t it ? – Author) was walking down the slump looking for challenger or challengers when he heard the familiar sounds of fighting down the alley on his left.

He entered the alley and saw a man fighting against more than fifteen thugs at the same time. Several of the thugs were already down on the ground along with their various kinds of weapon. The young man still looked like he could handle the fight by himself, but Ryu also noticed that the young man with long reddish brown hair was slowly overpowered by the bulk number of his opponents.

Ryu did not need to be told whose side he should be on or when to enter the battle. It’s the ‘help yourself with those thugs’ kind of situation. He jumped and kicked two of the thugs, sending them sprawled on the ground and their weapons slid somewhere in the dark alley.

The fight was paused for a moment as Ryu took his place behind the young man and entered his fighting stance. His equally powerful and wide back met the young fighter’s.

Without any greetings, introductions, or other words, the fight resumed. The young fighter’s roundhouse kick hit a thug’s temple, then he crouched down and followed with a swiping trip, taking off the thug’s feet off the ground, all within one and a half second. Eight down, sixteen to go.

Ryu blocked one hard metallic bat hit with a thug’s arm that he caught. The arm broke, the owner was down screaming like a pig in butchery. While the owner of the metallic bat was stupidly and rapidly apologizing to his ally for mishitting him, Ryu gave a sidekick on his ribs and a spinning kick on his face. Ten down, fourteen to go.

The young fighter was just finishing off one of his opponents when suddenly a whip sailed in the air and caught his left hand. A chain came from his right side and caught his right hand. A third thug came and unleashed two punched on the fighter’s abdomen. Just when the third thug was about to give a knee on the fighter’s scarred but handsome face, a white and blue energy sphere sent the thug with the whip hurtled in the air and hit the wall.

The energy sphere, known as Hadouken, was released by Ryu as he just finished two of the thugs with his equally famous and effective Whirlwind Kick a.k.a. Tatsumaki Senpukyaku. Another four down, ten to go.

Without missing a beat and having been freed from the hold, the young fighter gave an elbow to the shocked thug and a knee to his groin. He followed with a powerful kick to the one holding him with the chain. Two more down, eight more to go.

Ryu caught one of the punk’s collar, rolled down backward and using his left foot, threw the punk away and down for count. He got up and was greeted with a metallic pipe on his left upper arm. He grunted from the sting and evaded the next swing. He gave a punch on the abdomen and then pulled his arm fast into a back elbow attack to the other thug’s groin. He then stood in between the stunned opponents and put the two thugs’ heads together. ”I’ve always want to try to do that.” thought the famous street fighter as he released the unconscious opponents. Three down, five more to go.

The young fighter flipped forward and brought down his leg on one opponent’s head, this move reminded Ryu of a technique called Crack Shoot, owned by an equally famous fighter from Southtown called Terry Bogard. His opponent was down, but still tried to get up, a soccer kick on his chin convinced him to stay down. Four more to go.

An elbow jammed on the abdomen sent the Ansatsuken fighter’s opponent on his knees and hands. Ryu then stepped on his opponent’s back and did a spinning kick that caught another opponent’s jaw. While his opponent still seeing some stars spinning, Ryu finished the previously stunned opponent with a hammer punch on the back of his head. Then he gave a kick to the groin of the opponent that still seeing some stars spinning, then finished off with an axe kick. Two more to go.

The last two opponents tried to catch the fighter from above and ground. The young fighter charged his ki to his fist, creating flame that oddly did not burn his fist or his black biker fingerless glove. He then leapt and spun while unleashing the power that he had charge with a shout “Sho Ryu Dan !!!” In the next second, both opponents were down on the ground.

The two fighters stood silently while scanning around for anymore opponents, but even the one that already woke up was smart enough to stay down and pretend unconscious. The two fighters’ eyes met. The young fighter gave a friendly smile toward the Ansatsuken fighter.

“Thanks for the help.”

Ryu smiled his rare warm smile. “No need. It gave me quite a good fight.” As the young fighter bent down to get his coat and brush it off the dirt, Ryu asked “Your fighting skills are marvelous, may I have the honor to know your name ?”

The young fighter brushed back his hair with his fingers, wore his coat back, and walked toward the street out of the alley. “The name’s Jimmy, Jimmy Lee.”

The car swerved a little to the left, seemingly out of control, but in a couple of seconds, it straighten up on the cemented ground of the racecourse. Three cars followed behind the blue and white Lamborghini, but one of them was moving too fast and spun out of control and the course boundary.

”Focus. One more lap to go. Two cars ahead." Thought the driver in the blue and white Lamborghini. His foot pushed the accelerator pedal deeper and the car gained more speed and rapidly decreasing the distance between his car and the second position car ahead. ”10 meters. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2…” He changed to the left lane to prepare for a sharp right turn. A second later, during the turn, he passed the second position car ahead of him. When the turn was done, the Lamborghini was already regaining three-quarter of its maximum speed. Now in the straight course, the Lamborghini driver quickly added more and more speed and quickly closing in with the first position car. Two hundreds meters left before the finish line, seemed a long distance, but for a racer its only a blink.

One hundred and fifty meters, the blue and white Lamborghini front part was already parallel with the yellow and black Ferrari. One hundred meters, the two cars were almost side by side. Fifty meters, the two racing cars were gaining on each other every half-second. Ten meters, the Ferrari was ahead of the Lamborghini by one centimeter. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three… the Lamborghini driver floored the accelerator pedal all the way down, his car roared lively, and sped passed the finish line, beating the yellow and black Ferrari by three centimeters ahead.

“Yeaaah !!!” The Lamborghini driver yelled a muffled victorious cheer. The crowd of spectators roared in approval and cheer accompanying the blue and white Lamborghini until it reached the pit stop. The champion car slowly decreasing its speed until it stopped completely. The driver killed the engine, took off his light blue racing helmet, revealing a young and handsome male face and short blonde hair. He brushed his hair with his white-gloved fingers before unhooked the seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car with a big smile pasted on his face.

A teenage girl in white tank top, blue jean skirt, peach-color jacket, and white and black sport sneakers dashed and jumped and hugged the driver fiercely while screaming and laughing near his ear. “You win !! You win, Billy !!”

Billy, full name Billy Lee, a professional racer, one of masters of Ryu Zui Ken techniques, and the holder of Blue Dragon emblem returned the hug and laugh from his girlfriend, Lynn Baker. Lynn Baker was one of the masters and heir of Ryu Zui Ken’s techniques and dojo. Currently, she was the grand master of Ryu Zui Ken style and the holder of White Dragon emblem.

Billy looked at her beautiful face and kissed her deeply. They had been lovers for almost a year. Their relationship began after a year ago they, along with his brother, Jimmy, and some other fighters defeated their master’s killer, Johann, also a master of Ryu Zui Ken’s techniques and holder of the Black Dragon emblem.

Half-hour later, Billy, along with other two racers was on the stand receiving the prizes and winning cup. As the winner, Billy was given a champagne bottle, which he popped open after and while shaking it, blasting a stream of champagne and bubbles. The celebration went on for more than two hours. When it finished, Billy and Lynn drove back to their apartment, had dinner, and made love passionately as two young lovers do.

When they finished and were lying in a deep peaceful silent under the warm blanket, Lynn asked. “Billy, can I ask something ?”

“Shoot.” Answered Billy while holding Lynn with one hand.

“What’s going on ? I can feel your tension when we made love.”

“You noticed ?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry. I was thinking of Jimmy.” He shifted his position to face Lynn.

“You worry about someone who can kick your butt ?” Asked Lynn with a smile.

“Excuuuuuuse me.” Said Billy feigning an offended tone and tickled the young master. “I can kick his butt as well as anyone else.”

“But not mine.” Said Lynn while laughing and returning the tickles.

“That’s cause your butt is too cute to be kicked.” Replied the blonde fighter.

“So what are you worrying about him ?” asked Lynn after the tickle fight was done.

“Just wondering really, what he’s doing now. I’m really worried, especially after Sonia was killed.” Said Billy. The woman that he talked about, Sonia Romanenko, was an assassin that worked for Johann before, but later fell in love with his brother. Jimmy, in the beginning was annoyed with Sonia, but later on love grew in his heart toward the ex assassin. The relationship, however, was never formed because just when Jimmy was about to confess his love, Sonia was killed by assassins sent by the Black Dragon sect to eliminate the ex assassin and the Lee brothers.

The murder reopened the wound in Jimmy’s heart from the murder of his gilrfriend, Marian, and almost turned him into an unstoppable monster. He killed all the assassins that attacked them with the cruelness that made the devil himself proud. Billy, Lynn, and Pepe, the holder of the Green Dragon emblem were barely able to stop Jimmy from going after the leader of the Black Dragon sect by himself.

When the battle against Johann was over, their broken relationship as brothers was mended and before they separated once again, Jimmy was smiling. But Billy knew Jimmy’s heart was torn to pieces and his smile was just a cover for his broken heart. He and Lynn had offered Jimmy to return to dojo and help out with the teaching, but Jimmy declined and returned to the life on the street, much to the protest of Billy and Lynn.

Lynn snuggled deeper into Billy’s hold. “Yeah. But he still send some news and he seemed to be doing well enough.” She looked up to see her lover’s face. “I know, why don’t we invite him over for reunion ?”

Billy smiled. “It’s a good idea. I’ll send a letter to him tomorrow.”

Then Lynn rolled over on top of Billy. “And in the mean time...” She smiled seductively and trailed a finger in the middle of Billy’s naked, broad, and powerful chest.

Billy laughed and grabbed his lover’s face gently and kissed her passionately.

“Hmph !” Grunted Nemo as he released an energy projectile attack.

“Yatt !” Yelled his opponent as she released an energy projectile attack of her own. The two projectile attacks collided in mid air and cancelled each other. She dashed in and rolled under the next energy attack.

Just recovering from releasing the projectile attack, Nemo was unable to evade the incoming knee attack that propelled him upward and the kick that slammed him back to the ground on his back. He grunted painfully, but quickly got up again and leapt toward his opponent, zoomed in diagonally, and planted both feet on his opponent’s upper chest, sending the female fighter crashing on the ground. The two fighters returned into their own fighting stances and wait for the other to move first.

Seconds past and the female fighter took on the offensive first. She released two projectile attacks that covered upper and lower part then dashed in and positioned herself in between both projectile attacks in jump kick motion. Nemo sidestepped all the attacks and released a backhand attack. The backhand was blocked and he followed up with a couple more punches and kicks that were all blocked or evaded. When the barrage of combos was lessening, she caught the incoming straight punch and pulled, attempting to use her shoulder to push Nemo away. The attempt however, was not unnoticed. Nemo quickly broke the hold by twisting his wrist clockwise and caught his opponent wrist in turn. When she was attempting the shoulder ram move, he diverted the attack and tripped her leg.

Knocked off her feet, she countered by twisting sideways in mid air, attempting to fall back on her feet, but Nemo, still holding her arm, added the power to the spinning motion and foiled her attempt. Still on her back, she launched her kicks back toward Nemo to make him released her arm. The attempt worked and Nemo was forced to block the incoming kicks and stepped back. His opponent, instead of getting up, used her arms to propel her toward Nemo and kick again. Nemo, unable to anticipate the kick on his chest on time was pushed back a few feet.

The two fighters returned to their respective fighting stance and waited. A gust of wind blew past both fighters rustling leafs, clothes, and hair. The staring contest continued for half a minute until finally both fighters closed their fighting stances in unison. They bowed and smiled to each other.

“You’re getting much better, Lili.” Said Nemo, complimenting his sparring and travelling partner, Lilian.

“And your butt is getting easier to be kicked !” Exclaimed Lilian while giggling. She walked toward Nemo while wiping her sweat with her sleeve. “You’re holding back, weren’t you ?”

“Not really. Your techniques are getting so much better that I have to be careful to attack you.” Replied Nemo. He took his bag and grabbed a small yellow towel to wipe his sweat while tossing a small white towel to Lilian.

Lilian smiled appreciatively as she caught the towel. She and Nemo had been travelling and sparring partner for almost a year. They met by chance, she was riding her favourite horse, running away from her home after knowing that her parents were going to marry her to someone of their chosen, when she saw Nemo’s horse, Flo, just outside the town. She always had an interest in horses so she went to she the beautiful white horse and that was the time when she met Flo’s owner as well.

Noting that Nemo was a fighter, she asked for a sparring with him. Nemo, who was a wanderer as well, accepted the challenge. She and Nemo fought furiously for two hours and she was lost, but not by much. After the battle, Nemo used his healing magic to heal both of them. She was interested seeing Nemo’s abilities so she asked if she could learn from him. He agreed, but on one condition, that instead of he teaching her, they should be trading knowledge and techniques. She agreed and appreciated the offer as that meant Nemo was someone who liked to learn and appreciated other people skills. She knew that her skills were not in the same class as his, at least for fighting and magical skills. He was a sucker in cooking and mending torn clothes even though a wanderer, so she traded the skills that she had mastered long time ago, as well as teaching him any fighting techniques that she mastered.

Each had learned a lot from the other and their friendships had grown strong. She confided her problems to him and he told her, his. Later on, even when they’ve exhausted things to be taught to the other, they were still travelling together and no one mentioned about going on separate ways. Even though, they were still unable to utter their feelings, although deep down they knew what the other felt.

A bird sound brought their attentions to the sky. A red hawk was soaring high in the sky. Naza, another one of Nemo’s pet animals, just returned from morning hunt. The hawk flew in circles for a while then flew down. Nemo raised his arm for his hawk to perch on, instead it surprised him and Lilian by choosing Lilian’s right shoulder as perching place. Lilian chuckled, Nemo pouted, and the hawk’s eyes seemed to glow in glee as it looked at its master. The hawk had grew its attachment to Lilian during their travelling together because her ability to communicate with animal and her kindness toward animals.

“Seemed Naza likes me better, Nemo.” Said Lilian while chuckling and rubbing the hawk’s neck.

“Just hope Flo won’t betray me as well.” Said Nemo still feigning the pout and glaring at the hawk jokingly.

Lilian grinned. “That remained to be seen.”

For an Interpol officer like Xiang Chun Li who was currently sitting in her office reviewing a file, deskwork was something totally boring. She preferred to be in the field, kicking the bad guys’ butts all over the place or anything that gave her excuses to be out of the office. Its not that she did not like the office where she was working, her office was quite nice, air-conditioned, only sharing with another officer that she like – as colleague only –, and the office was actually quite tidy – thanks to her partner who diligently cleaned up every week. It was just that she did not like sitting down there like there was nothing more important to do. Shadowlaw, the criminal organisation that responsible for her father’s death, along with countless deaths and other criminal acts, still on prowling, although not as open as before its leader, M. Bison was defeated by a street fighter called Ryu.

Ryu. She was currently reviewing his file. Not much known about him, champions in many street-fighting tournaments, legal and illegal, lead a life as a wandering warrior looking for challenges. No relatives known and had very few friends.

Ryu. She saw him a couple of times during the Street Fighter tournament that she infiltrated. He was quite a handsome man, seemed an honourable one as reputed, and his fighting skills were one that she could not compare with.

She plopped down the folder containing Ryu’s file and wondered where about he was currently and what was he doing now. She and Ryu had become casual friends at best due to the nature of her task at the tournament time that she was to find leads and evidences. She also befriended with Ryu’s best friend, Ken Masters, a fellow student of Ansatsuken style and had similar skills with Ryu. Ken was more casual and outgoing, closer to a flirt or playboy while Ryu was more calm and reserved.

She then thought of Eliza, Ken’s fiancee. They’ve met as well during the tournament and became quite a good friend. They’ve maintained contacts all the while and sometimes Ken and Eliza visited her in Hong Kong. They invited her at times, but because of her duties, she was forced to politely decline the offer.

She picked up her phone and thought to call Eliza when suddenly there was a knock on the door. She wondered who was it, her partner, Ling, was out for lunch and won’t be back for a while, her boss was currently in meeting, and most of her colleagues were out on duty or doing reports. She replaced the phone and called whoever on the other side of the door to come in.

To her surprise, Ken Masters and Eliza came to view as the door was opened. She jumped up and greeted both friends. “Ken, Eliza !! What a surprise !”

Ken smiled. “Sorry we didn’t call before, Eliza wants this visit to be a surprise, so we came straight after checked in.”

“That’s okay. You know what ? I was just about to call you guys and here you are.” Chun Li chuckled.

“We must have been getting the psychic signals from you, then.” Said Eliza while giggling.

The trio chuckled, then after the small talks, they agreed to go for lunch. Chun Li took her black leather jacket and was ready to go with her friends.

Rome, outside the city…

In underground secret base were plenty of people: scientists, staffs, technicians, and slaves from all over the world working on a secret machine. The machine looked like a teleporter machine, but teleporting was not the intended use of the machine. The machine was used to store and unleash certain kind of energy called psycho power.

The owner of the secret base, M. Bison, clad in the all red military outfit, was supervising the work when suddenly there was an explosion on the north wall. From the hole the size of a mini truck, came in an all black outfitted person – person because the gender was not known from the seen figure. A pair of black angelic wings was spread wide, creating the majestic and terrifying auras at the same time. The creature floated down while all the workers around the area where it landed scattered in panic.

“Who are you ? And why do you come here ?” Asked M. Bison coldly. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from the dark being in front of him.

“You need not to know. I come here to kill you, so it’s best if you use your most powerful attack.” Replied the black figure.

“Hmph.” Grunted M. Bison. He could see that this being was a powerful one, but taunting him the way it did ? He had to teach this person some respect of someone superior. He threw a slow energy ball toward the being.

The dark figure flicked its finger and the effect was so devastating. Not only the energy ball was destroyed, but Bison was blasted by unseen energy attack into the eastern most metallic wall. “I have told you to attack me with your strongest attack. Now do it before you lose the chance to defeat me and regret it in hell.”

Bison teleported out of the hole on the wall. He floated a couple of centimeters above the floor. His face formed the expression that one might think he was incapable of, fear. The counter attack from this being was so devastating, and it only used one finger ! He suppressed his fear and gathered as much psycho power he could gather. The room shook violently and the secret machine strained as it gave more and more psycho power to its owner. After a minter gathering energy, Bison unleashed his most strongest attack, Psycho Crusher, and the power that he used was the strongest that he unleashed, ever.

“Pathetic.” Said the dark being, seeing a ten meters diameter of pillar of energy launched at it. When the Psycho Crusher technique was closing in, it simply raised a hand, its palm facing outward. The attack hit its palm dead on, but was held and could not go further even for a millimeter. When its arm contracted, the wave of psycho energy was rapidly lessening and soon enough all the energy was gone and Bison’s neck was held tightly while the owner was struggling futilely to break the hold.

“You are a pathetic creature, Bison. You are so incapable. And for that you must die.” It unleashed back the same amount of psycho energy at Bison, blowing him up to pieces and pieces until there was not a single cell of Bison’s left. The blast was not only destroying Bison, it also rapidly destroying the room, crumbling it into huge pile of dust. When the blast was over, the being was not seen anywhere, and there were countless corpses of Shadowlaw workers everywhere.

Name: Lilian

Vital Statistics:
Age: 20
Height: 172.5 cm / 5’9”
Weight: 65 kgs / 130 pnds
Hair: Brown. Length: two inches past her shoulders.
Eye color: blue
Body Type: See Mai Shiranui. Origin: France.

History (+Personality & Personal Mission):

Lilian had been a very cheerful child. She was trained by both her dad and mom, although never fully mastered the whole lot of moves. She didn’t really have a colorful history like other fighters. She went to the first junior fighting tournament when she was 12 and won the tournament, making her one of the youngest champion in the tournament.

One day, she heard her parents talking about the plan to marrying her with a certain blue blood descendant. Upon hearing this, she was horrified and set off on her own to escape the arranged married and find a life of her own.

Technique(s):

Special:

Barehanded

Cresent Light: She’ll deliver a cresent-like projectile attack with one hand. Can be done high, mid, or low.

Double Upper: She’ll charged forward and performed two consecutive uppercuts.

Rising Thunderbolt: An anti-air attack that started with raising to the air with knee charge then followed with a kick.

Lighting Arrow: She’ll slide on the ground, feet first. If connect, she’ll twist her legs and bring the opponent down.

Super Special:

Barehanded:

Neo Cresent Wave: Powerful version of Light of Virtue. Lilian will threw 3 times 3 cresent-like projectile attack which covered high, mid, and low.

Thunderstorm: A super combo of punches and kicks, ended with a knock-away kick. (10 hits).

Golden Arrow: She’ll performed a forward flipping kick for multiple hits, then does a falling kick and finishes by snapping the enemy's legs with her own

Other abilities: Great horse rider and can talk with animals using telepathic ability that she has.

Name: Nemo.

Description:

Age: 23.
Height: 175 cm.
Weight: 70 kg.
Hair: Black. Short hair, back part down to upper part of neck, bang covers forehead, side part up to upper part of both ears, and parted in the middle.
Skin colour: tan.
Body type: Average. Not so muscle-mountain but still good looking.

Background:

Nemo was born in the village of Kalou (self-creation), an off chart island near Japan. He was a very cheerful and active child. His village was a very beautiful place, it’s near the Crescent River and Nemo likes to play near the river with the kids of his age.

One day, when he was nine years old, bandits from the Hark Mountain attacked his village. Most of the villagers were killed, including his parents. He and two other kids were managed to escape from the village and met a very powerful wandering fighter that happened to pass near the village. The wandering fighter saved them, killed most of the bandits, and raised them.

Skills:

His basic fighting style is Tai Chi. In battle, he is usually wait and counter, but he can be an offensive fighter if he already found his opponent’s weaknesses.

He can use some magic, his magic are heal and cure type of magic. He is lazy to learn offence magic, he prefers to fight with either his sword or barehanded. He learned his magic on his journey from a healing priest.

Addition:

Nemo has two pets; one is Naza, a rare red hawk. On an occasion in his journey, he saved Naza from a tiger’s attack. Later on, Naza became one of his loyal pets. Nemo usually uses Naza to scouts around the area and attack an enemy. While raising the hawk, Nemo and Naza had developed a mental telepathy. They can communicate from far distance.

Another one of his loyal pet is Flo, a loyal white horse. Nemo got him as his fourteenth birthday present from the fighter that raised him. Flo is a very good horse; strong, fast and agile.

Special Technique(s):

Rising Moon: an anti-aerial attack where he jumped and spun vertically and hit with either his legs or his hands that are extended vertically.

Willow Lean: This move is adapted from the willow tree when it is blown by wind. The willow tree will bend following the wind direction, but will not break. This is a counter-attack move where he will catch his opponent attack (non-projectile or super combo attack), pull his opponent toward him, and blast the opponent away with a hit on the chest or abdomen.

Flowing Kicks: Like its name, it’s a kicking technique that can be done in two ways.

Horizontally, Nemo will jump toward the opponent, and released a series of kick (up to five hits). Sort of like Dan’s Dankukyaku (is that the name ?) but Nemo’s body will be in straight line (180 degrees).

Vertically, Nemo will trips his opponent, then catches the opponent while stile in the mid-air and juggles his opponent a couple of times with his kick, before finally kicking the opponent away (can go up to 7 hits).

Naza’s Charge: Imitating his hawk pet, Naza, Nemo can speed up his jump kick (like Akuma’s…. can’t remember his move’s name). He will jump up and speed down with a kick, like a diagonal slashing motion.

Nemo’s Wave: Projectile attack type, can be done through the ground (Terry Bogard’s Power Wave) or through the air (Ryu’s Hadouken).

Super Special Technique(s):

Super Nemo’s Wave: Basically a bigger version of Nemo’s Wave. Can be done in two ways like the normal version. Can hit up to five hits.

Super Naza: Nemo will jumps up, somersault one and speed kick with both legs. If it’s connects, he will bounce up, somersault and speed kick again. Can be repeated up to four times. If the first hit is blocked, he will jump back with the momentum. Danger for Nemo if its evaded.

Typhoon Hooks: Nemo releases a shovel-hook to the opponent’s abdomen or chest, if it connects, he will punches the opponent ten times. If the first hit is blocked, he will stop there.

Magic Skills:

Heal Lvl 1: Heal cuts, scratches, and light bruises.

Heal Lvl 2: Heal (see Lvl 1) plus more serious bruises and cuts.

Purification: Heal any type of poisons.

Resurrection: Currently learning it. Raises someone who is dead once only