And we shall see a broken world... D2L vs. Fatal Advent vs. ???

[Hip-Hop]

If you haven't even started you bio yet then I don't care, long as everything else i finished (I remeber you telling how long the bio will be, you have all the tim in the world). I just want to start this already.

[Ragione]

Eh, I'll judge this three way battle.

D2L (or .Killswitch) versus xXxCloud (or Fatal Advent) versus Prince Sasuke (or Breakdown). An epic battle indeed.

[Masquerade]

D2L...persuasive D= I need to put my temp, which is far from complete. A rough draft is all I have.

Name: Seraphiel

The name originates, and means "Leader of Seraphim." The true name behind this man lies twisted in his mind, and only two other people know the truth of his past, and his present. The name, is something unknown, yet he responds to this, and one other name...

Age: Dating back to existance itself, with one rebirth. (In bio)

Gender: Male you fool!

Homeworld: If the Heavens could be considered a world, this is where he was born.

Appearence: The appearence of Seraphiel has changed through time, slightly, yet difference is something clear. His eyes, a dark red, while his hair, was a dark black. Variously, his hair and eyes change. His eyes change from red to silver, while his hair changes from black, to a white. This occurs randomly, and due to the random changes, he was cursed. One eye, permanent red, and the other, silver. His hair remains unchanged, hanging down so it just touches his brow. Being born into the heavens, you'd think he'd have a much more light, and gentle feel, but his intentions were too dark for an appearence such as this, and he was cursed with a dark appearence. The only strange thing on his face is his eyes, and nothing else.

His body is even stranger. Pale, no, completely white is his skin color. His body is average in everything, yet his build is mostly muscle, yet not in an overgrown way. He rarely trains his body to keep it in fit, yet with his constant movement, and his actions, he ends up remaining rather skinny. On his stomache, something like a tatoo streches across. It looks like a black flame, yet it is on an angle. This, is a curse, which demolished any power he had, until he regained a greater portion of it. His back, has two wings, completely black extending out. Above and below the area where his wings are, are scars, of where his other four wings once were.

On each wing, there is a marking in red ink. Every single feather has something written on it. Markings, curses, prophecies, nothing is clear, yet there is a hidden meaning. Exploiting it, is something only Seraphiel can do. The language is one he created, since he created sound as we know it. Each of these markings though, have a very deep meaning, that revolves around only one thing, a certain type of power, or perhaps manipulation. Or...could these markings be plans for something?

On his person, there is a loose shirt, sleeveless, with two openings on his back, where, naturally, his wings slip through. He wears a casual pair of jeans to fit in with his now human enviornment. His left ear is pierced with a loop earing, and on one of his hands is a ring, stating he is still married to the one whom he loves the most. Around his neck, is a necklace which he lets hand loose. The chain is platinum, and was given to him by a person who he holds sacred, one of the few who actually helped him during his banishment.

On his arms, there are two things only, bracelets. Ordinary? Far from it. They attached into his body, deep into his soul. They connect straight from his arm to the soul. Hanging from each bracelet is a bell, one which symbolizes the meaning, the fear which should be stricken into anyone. The master of sound. These bells, unlike ordinary ones, are sealed completely, inclosed so no sound escapes, due to the lack of no ball and string hanging on the inside of the bells. No sound comes out whatsoever, unless you know how to make the sound come out.

Weapons/Abilities: Seraphiel has no definite weapons. Many people who know him, suggest he has some sort of weapon that is completely invisible to the eye. Something that doesn't exist on any plane, yet that is not true. His weapon, is something very clear, but the word weapon is a word used too loosely. On each of his wrists, he has a bracelet with a bell, that is his weapon. Yes, what can a bell do? That is something you might ask, yet, the manipulation of it is for only the greater knowledge. The few who know it, know the creator, and have all knowledge, yet that few is four people.

The creator of these bells was the devil himself. When Seraphiel was banished to hell from God himself, a radiated sound came out of his body, leaded to the destruction of hell. Satan himself created two bracelets, and attatched them to each of Seraphiel's arms, and a link instantly bonded them to his soul. It was here, when Satan created another hell, which was much more fortified, and ready for any attack on it. The bells have no definate weakness, yet as long as sound exists, they exist. If the bells ever are destroyed, somehow, the sound will radiate out of Serapiel once more, leading to the destruction of anything in his path.

With these bells, is another ability. Since they are attached to his soul, and exist as long as sound does, they are a manifestation. This manifest is connected directly to him, making it so as long as sound exists he does, yet once the bond is broken between them, his power will increase, since it isn't completely sealed within his soul. The chains which connect the bells to his soul make it so his power is limited, yet even that is enough to conquer anything in his path.

The true poweress of Seraphiel, is manipulation. By hitting a bell, or by even talking, he can manipulate the sound in the entire Omniverse, yet in small portions due to the seal. This manipulation can be used in various ways, since he has various knowledge of just about everything. Brute strength is something he lacks, yet intelligence and power are something he has a plentiful amount of. With the power he posesses, he plans on going on more step higher, trying to reach a permanent immortality. He is halved from doing this, yet he pushes, and is in search of an item, an item he can use to kill 'God' the overlord of the heavens.

Theme Song: Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

That's all I have presently. MUCH more to come.

[Hip-Hop]

About goddang time. =/


Arena: Yes, atop the tower of Temen ni Gru (the same one me and FA fought on last time). Still raining, still nighttime, still circular, still with statues of demonic angels all around. The city below has been massacred, and there is talk of demons roaming freely down there. This battle may stay atop the tower, may go to the city; it all depends on the tides of fate.

EDIT: I don't want either of you going easy, give it your all or go home.

Post Theme Song: My Apocalypse - Escape The Fate

There's a place that I've found, as far as I can see.
This place lies within, the depths of my dreams...

A storm was moving in. The sky above the demonic tower of Temen ni Gru was quickly changing; becoming darker. The water particles in the clouds started to condense, causing rain to fall upon the tower. Lightning could be heard over head, with it's partner thunder roaring throughout the sky like a great beast. The sounds were almost melodic, with the pitter patter of the rain drops on the tower; the roaring of the thunder; the cackling of the lightning. These three elements had worked up a great orchestra in the sky, providing more than appropriate background music for the great battle that was about to take place there. If a person were to look at it from afar, they would say it looked like a dream - a nightmare to be exact. The tower was so close to the heveans that it seemed every lightning bolt would strike it, electrifying the giant edifice.

The wind now started to pick up, adding it's solemn whistle to the symphony. Footsteps could now be heard somwhere on the outside of the Temen ni Gru, a sound that had not been heard there for almost twenty years. The wind, lightning, and thunder all halted their rhapsody for a moment; seemingly watching from the heveans the source of the footsteps. A tall man in white clothing was walking up the ramp, which winded around the side of the tower. His head was held high, the darkness of the storm and the shadowing of the tower obscurring his face from view. This man's skin had a tanned tone, allowing him to better blend in with the shadows of his chosen arena. His pace quickening in the slightest, and the man hung his head; his jet black hair hanging down on his head like stilagtites.

In a garden surrounded, by fire and trees
through the smoke a silhouette, I can barely see.
There's a man with an axe, standing in the rain
looked me straight in my eyes, this is what he had to say...

The man was donned in the white robes of a mage, his clothing becoming a bit transparent from being dripping wet. His entire outfit matched his white and gold robe; from his gloves to his hand made leather boots. He had reached the stairs now, the ramp winding to the left; wrapping around the tower like a boa constrictor. With what seemed to be a small sigh, the man went up the first step. The sound of his foot on the step seemed to echo above all else, even the lightning yeilding to it's vibration. He took several more steps, at the middle of the stair now, then he turned around. He seemed to be staring off into the dark night; intently glaring through darkness as if some invisible attacker was there. The man heard a voice inside his head, perhaps his soul or perhaps the manifestation of his growing anticipation. The voice sounded like Gordon, the man who had adopted the warrior as his own at the age of ten. The voice spoke to him, giving him guidance.

Never fall asleep
you won't wake up...

Destroy the guillotine
before he does...

"Exoul, you have come a long way from where you have started my son. You have grown powerful, and even wiser than I could've ever imagined. This battle will by far be one of th toughest trials you have faced in your many years. My son, I ask you one single thing; are you ready?"

Exoul thought on the words of his second father, a man who had helped him gain power so many years ago. He hung his head once again, water dripping down his face. The answer to the question Exoul truly did not know. He did not know what the outcome of the battle would be, he hadn't even a guess. Shaking his head, Exoul began to walk back down the stairs; his self-doubting side getting the best of him. Just before he stepped off the final stair, he paused. He remembered all that Gordon had taught him, among the most important being to never give up. Curling his fingers into a fist, Exoul spoke a single, solemn word into the the whistling wind.

"Yes."

Walking back up the stairs, his head held high, Exoul went to the center of the platform. The statues of the demonic angels were to be his audience, he was to be the star of the show. Getting into his battle ready position, Exoul allowed his eyes to thoroughly survey the arena. Taking deep breaths, Exoul knew in his mind that he most likely would not be the victor of this battle; but he did not care. He would fight to the best of his ability because he knew his fathers, both of them, were smiling upon him from the after life. The storm started to pick up, seemingly growing more intense with Exoul's emotions. The thunder roared, the lightning screeched, and the wind whistled; Exoul's theme echoing throughout the heveans. An image of the two men appeared in Exoul's mind, and Exoul kept that image; using it to give him strength. The strength he would surely need in the comming collassal collision.

I walk with shadows,
you have to find a better way...

I walk with shadows
the questions I will never say....

Hiding from the gallows,
they keep me safe and sound...

So I walk in shadows,
the ways of burning down this house...

[Masquerade]

I think we should be barred in at top and go through the tower =O

[Hip-Hop]

just little bump. This thread is starting to slip a bit. Post guys.

[King Wolfe]

Ok, I will post just gonna watch *takes out popcorn* I wonder what's gonna happen.

[Hip-Hop]

You'll post WTF? This battle is strictly between Fatal Advent, Breakdown, and , myself. You're welcome to watch though.

[Antlion]

...You're becoming like the posers in my school, obsessing over one band going from song to song, it annoys me D:

Since you will whore EtF, I will take my second favorite band for the posts ^_^


(post spot)

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The Sleeping- "The Climb"

Waiting
For someone to save me tonight
I've been waiting for nothing

Waiting
For someone to save me tonight
I've been waiting for nothing

Movement has

stopped us all

In a lone, chipped road, long deserted from humaity, several random molecules began forming in no specific patterns. They quickly combined into the shape of an Edalian, which was, indeed, not too far from a human. Daiyate stood there, stoic, in a long black cloak. A massive, winding tower which remained printed into his memory forever was before him, and the realization of the transaction from images in the mind to truely seeing it was extraordinary. The extemporaneous arrival was merely due to the vibe a certain being or two gave him. He would chase down his prey all throughout the Omniverse, and when one or more gathered, he surely stopped and struck.

All alone.
All alone.

Movement has stopped us now, all alone.

Tortured,
denied.

The tower was right in front of him, and instead of the steriotypical flaunting of powers in an entrance, Daiyate considered merely startling his opponent before a silent strike. This was similar, but still unique. The massive structure went up for what seemed like a mile, and Daiyate feebly flicked his hand at the base. Suddenly, a whole foot of the structure was encompassed in a brown light, and it quickly dissipated into dust. With nothing to hold the tower up, the whole thing quickly fell towards the ground. Only a foot from the bottom was lost, so it was not life threatening, but as the new base hit the ground in the rubble of concrete, it shook back and forth, putting anyone on top of the tower into a bit of a shock with the abrupt slam. Daiyate then flung off his coat into the air, as it slowly was carried away in the wind.

Marching in time I hear them call,

"How could you?"

Exploding words, penetrating walls.

"How could you?"

I'd rather burn in hell alone.

"How could you?"

I'd rather feel tortured alone.

Someone save me.

The piece of concrete he was standing on suddenly was similarily encompassed in light, and it too embarked off of the ground and seperated. This gave Daiyate a platform to stand on, and the concrete levitated, bringing him to the top. One of the vibes was very close, another seemed to be far off in the distance... concealed. With his newly exposed military button-up jacket and hair in view, any brave warrior could recognize him. His front bang covered his left eye, but this was no ailment to him. Daiyate's sideburns had some type of spiked curl, as they, along with the back of his hair, all parted up wards, giving him a "four pronged" hair style. Most of his opponents had no idea what was concealed in his innocent looking black slacks, and they wouldn't live to tell most likely.

Why won't the noises give in? Will I stay alive?
I can't keep hearing these negative sides. Will I stay alive?

Stay alive.

"Strange I would meet someone like you here. Would you care to speak the name I know to put on your tombstone, insignificant prey of mine?"

Waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting for nothing.