Come on, children, and show me your best!

[Rainfire]

"Tonight is the night of destiny. It is the time that you catapult from the little preludes of fiction that seem to meander throughout your minds. It is the time that you write a requiem for retarded reasoning. It is the time that you pull everything you've got and come forth to the mountain. I reside atop this mountain and I've watched you all like the worms you are! Insignificance is the price you pay with your lives! Scum you are, and scum you shall ever be. If anger finds hold in your heart, then come forth! Come at me with everything you've got, everything you've bought, and everything you stand for as living creatures! "

"Come on, children, and show me your best!"
-- Alazrien Shadowhale, Emperor of Lichdom

So I want a fight. I don't care what kind of fight, and possibly a tag team or something. Or if you've the will, I'll take on five of you against just one of my characters. Doesn't matter to me really. I want to see what you're really made of since the conception of the Battles some 2-3 odd years ago. Show me the best you've got.

First person or so gets to decide what kind of battle this is and if it's a tag-team or a free-for-all or a 5-on-1 or what.

[qster]

How about a tag-team match?

~Name~
Zexos

~Age~
Died at age 10 but his body is now possessed.

~Personality~
Shows no emotion but very smart and powerful.

~Appearance~
Dark hooded robe that covers everything except his chin and mouth.

~Weapons~
Dark magic, Bow and Arrows.

~Abilities~
Flight: This is how Zexos moves around the battlefield. He usually floats only a couple inches off the ground but can go much higher.
Telepathy: This is how Zexos speaks.
Matter Manipulation: Zexos can transform anything around him into whatever he wants.
Soul Transfer: Whenever Zexos has an active clone on the field, he can transfer his soul to that clone.
~Element~
Darkness

~Special attacks~

~Noxus~
A flurry of dark orbs rush toward the enemy and cut through them.

~Burner~
Dark flames surround the enemy and burn them.

~Nosferatu~
Dark orbs attach to the enemy and absorb their health.

~Shapeshift~
Transforms dark energy into weapons or creatures.

~Finisher~

~Torture chamber~
The enemy is taken to a different dimmension where they are stabbed to death by swords in every direction while they are strapped to a table.

I'll try to find a teammate.

[Prophet]

If I may, presenting Prayer

Dear God…

Please hear my Prayer…

I know you will, since you’ve been listening for ages…

But still, please, listen to your little girl

Its hard to know where to start…

Like a dream that’s hard to grasp…

Like a flowing white dress, which floats lightly in the breeze.

Or like smoke, which is impossible to catch in my small hands...

But that’s the way your spirit works I guess… impossible to really understand…

My brother was being really mean today… please give him guidance.

Show him what he’s done from another point of view… Help him understand my pain

Give me help too. Give me inner strength, and allow me to get through this.

I’ve done bad stuff too. Please help me confess my sins.

Help me see my sins, and to show me how to repent…

I’ve been feeling weird lately, God, so please help me sort out what I’m thinking.

Show me all of the thoughts in my head, and give me peace…

My mommy says the boogieman isn't real, but I know he's there!

Protect me from the dark... from the bad stuff...

My friends say its silly to pray, but I know the truth.

Whenever I pray, I feel safe, peaceful, and tranquil.

Its fun to pray. Fun to talk with you.

Cause I know when I pray, you are there.

But sure, you can be anywhere, right?

Oh, and thanks for food to eat! Just shows how much we have.

Hmm, my mommy said she’d pray for me. You heard that one right?

Its nice knowing that someone else is praying for you…

Amen.

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If this template style is unacceptable (one has to discern it's nature based upon it and my posts, another, more traditional template can be provided if necessary) Or I will simply choose another character

[Ashes Remnant]

If it can be tag-team, mind if I join and partner up with my dear friend Chariot? >=D

[qster]

I guess that leves you and me on a team Rainfire.

[Ashes Remnant]

Time to dust off this little template. >=D

Name- Ankuko

Age- Appears to be around... 17

Gender- Female

Personality- Ankuko has a very... Kind mind, and as such follows, a kind personality. A fun sense of humor comes with this all, one that has made her toy with her brother constantly. A fun sense of humor that makes her change town's chickens to toys. One that has changed her own looks, making her beautiful to all.

Appearance- She looks to be a beautiful young girl, wrapped in flowing green clothes. Nothing looks wrong, or evil about her. Her red dress flows with her bodies movements, and her lush red hair never seems to stop. Her hair is the darkest black ever seen, swirling as she spins. Her green eyes seem to pierce the soul of any to see her, while her red eyes seems to pierce the soul of any to see her. Her, her, her, her...

Bio- She has no s-solid-tangible history... All her past-life-history is gone-disappeared-changed. She...-saved-rescued her family besides her brother-twin-self. She carried-helped him constantly-never. She's demolished-built whole cities-towns. She's... Helped-saved countless millions. She's bribed-tricked the gods-demons into allowing her to endlessly cycle the reincarnation process, that it cannot be stopped-interrupted.

Abilities- Her powers are the only sure thing about her. Her powers do not seem deadly but they are. She can... Shift things. Make things wrong. An example would be this... A man stood up to challenge her. She used her powers, and his powers were changed. Instead of controlling fire, he controlled water. She changed his age so that he did not know how to utilize his abilities. (SIDE NOTE- This is NOT PPing. PPing would be changing what you did, not changing your template as she does. Whine about it if you want, and even cry. I DON'T CARE.) She cannot use these powers to directly effect an attack though. If a beam of energy is heading for her, she has to move, otherwise...

Weapon- Her gun has an intricate, abstract design. The staff is red, with jewels on one side, and rubies on the other side of the shield. The shards from her...

[Morpheaus]

Originally Posted by qster

I guess that leves you and me on a team Rainfire.

Or he could take me, for old time's sake.

[Healing Vision]

Three on three maybe? I'm available.

[Prophet]

So is Rainfire/Morph/qster vs Chariot/Ashes/Healing acceptable?

[Ashes Remnant]

I can already sense problems with my choice of character...

[Nigga Sauce]

I'll take a spot if qster seems unsuitable. Not to be an ass, but I would be a much better asset.

[Rainfire]

Alright then! This is decided. The team-ups will be:

Myself/Morpheaus/My Nigga v. Chariot of Fire/Healing Vision/Ashes Remnant/qster

That seems fair. Also, if anyone else joins, you're on Chariot's Team.

I'll have my template up later or tomorrow. Just got back from a Korn/Mudvayne/Static-X/Black Label Society Concert.

[Morpheaus]

I certainly won't object if anyone else should join Chariot's team.

[Healing Vision]

I'd never think I would ever get to touch this. Debut battle.

Name: Arkeleus Herohyme ~ The Inverted Immortal
Age: 340 before being inverted, Ageless after the inversion.
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Euphemeron
Species: Euphemerian-Immortal


Armaments: Arkeleus believes it necessary to be armed to an adequate degree. From times of his magics being inverted by the counter-chaos requiem steel, which stabbed into his body, he assimilated and overcame it's terrible magics. From his body, he can freely pull the same steel and all it's terrible aura as an extension of his being. This aside, he levies on his magical abilities to dish out a series of devastating demolition. Yet, newly acquired to his arsenal, the Staff of Ultazon Raxmus, powered on a separate extension linked with restorative properties. Grand levels of magic haven't been achieved since the age of the luminous one.


Appearance: With age, Arkeleus was a strong and poised man. Standing a towering six feet, two inches off the ground. Possessing with him a grave disposition as it reflected his experiences and exploits. Amassed in armor forged by blacksmiths of Euphemeron, it aided him when entering battle many times. Conventional, steel chain-mail reinforced by his own magics, the epic hero was well protected from other magics from thine foes and physical blades condemned to strike him down. With valor, his prideful appearance, melanin tinted glory be his tint. Hair, affluent spiked mildly, and dyed a fairly rich shade of blue. Gauntlets, guarding his palms, they possessed with them reinforced palms for magical trickery leaning towards off hand spells. Armor over the person, yet not between the gap of his abdomen where he'd expose his manly valor. His eyes, a stunning hazel, they appear like fierce flickering gem's of a relinquished king, where his spoils were for the taking. Truly, in his vanity, he stands prompt for battle, this ring-giver of Euphemeron.


Personality: His vanity is Arkeleus' greatest noticeable strength, such valor in his rise from the epic king of Eumpheron, to a god with the raw force of magic. Though vaguely stated, for times of his childhood, Arkeleus was a humble boy. Even through his pride he thought it valuable to maintain some form of kindness among mortals. Though as he began to grow, fighting many battles, his heart was slowly beginning to turn and spoof a preemptive chill over his heart. The workings of which would send him to not rely on his men, this king of Eumpheron. Hardened by time, the governance of his kingdom, he was a rigid wall for many a year. Till the day of his great change, the counter-chaos requiem's steel piercing his heart to set him into an inverted being.


After his life went through a full one eighty, overcoming the inversion of not only his abilities, age, and life, it opened his mind which had been closing slowly as his times as king. His personality becoming dynamic and seems to always be changing as he adapts to suit the greater situation he's presented with.


Abilities: Per his origins, he'd found he was able to manipulate the same magics he'd had when he was alive. Roughly categorizing in mainly psionics were his original ability per say. This split into several waves of manipulation from Clairvoyance to telepathy. He'd further broadened his magical flexibility to some arcane magic with time to adapt and heighten his awareness. His strengths lie in Conjuration, Evocation, Illusion, and Universal. Other forms he's not quite as adept in.

He is able to do far more than this, but with little experience as a new raw force, his knowledge is fairly explicit without true practice.


Bio:

~Prologue~

In many times tolled from way back when
the omniverse was pulling into space and time.
The unstable bonds themselves tearing the others asunder
Many a great planet came spawn into existence.
Several raw forces branching from magic were burst through
Siphoing rapid power and magics alike. There were the systems
for which to balance this power. So born, were the magical planes
albeit physical, naught hollow and others an endless paradox of the two.
From theses forces were man great gods born alike, being pulled by
the very fabric of this force it seemed all to grave for one to mark it.
The very first gods, the manifest of the ever expanding omniverse's
wonder. From the depths of space, time, dimensions, and various
continuum that ensue. These gods existed within different realms,
planets, all on different planes. One was to wager their hollow forms could
disperse such power. A wave of the finger would be all it was necessary to
erase a mortal from the face of the gods' feet. This horrendous amount of
power within the omniverse would not only be dangerous, but the very thing
that could tear it, levied under it's own superfluous scale. So came the meetings,
kinships, and obliteration amongst the gods. It wasn't until their periodic calm,
to be settled on the material plane. Prime, thus dubbed Earth. The central and lone
epicenter of the magical planes, here they doth branch out from. So it rested that
should this planet be wiped from where it stands, may the omniverse plead it's mercy
upon the gods and mortals that possess properties of magic, yet have naught the pure
force pushing them into their being to sustain thy form. Even the gods were set to
certain limitations, though the times passed like long days, their own desires and whims
to be carried out even so.

~The Prophecy~

Lying in the depths of the omniverse, there in lay two epic forces of nature.
The dominant and radiance that dine in the blood of the fallen. This god.
It appeared as though he were to triumph the lesser gods as he'd gone on
To such lengths, yet to be surpassed, His wrath, one to perservere til' the
days of men and gods are to cease. Yet tales speak of another, a second entity
of equated caliber treading the inverse omniverse justice. one, not residing
the ridiculed disdain of a god's valor, but more so pertaining to the untapped
magis of magic in all it's grandiose glory. A manifest of inverse magics. Such
boast and claims to title belong to that of a mad man. Indeed, here in lay the
unbridled strengths of one who hasn't been completely measured, eyes to be
trialed through his quest to become a recognized god. There was a name, the
lost name in the unwritten book of the Omniverse's time. The time draws nigh,
Arising from the depths of secrecy and bitter deception, a black god of the
inverse magics.

~Breath of Life~

The screams of a Jubilant child sprouting form through
the stomach of thine fortuitous woman of creation. A child,
be him male, born not of woman, his fate differeing from those
to come. A special child, with gifts to follow him in his growth into
an aspiring figure, it wouldn't be long before his times in the light
were to shine. The parental figures, Gorverak and Teldra bickering
to name thine son of radiance he'd shine, fond of Arkeleus, ending
name Herohyme. What great justice wrung for this newborn. He'd
become something measurable as the omniverse was still young. Thy
newborn sreamed in glee, as his cry echoed over his sanctuary and home,
Euphemron.



The bells releasing their vibrant rings for this miracle that would model
a new age. Young infant, rising above the others with special display
of the magical arts. The child, his name Arkeleus, unique in his special
skills of the arcane arts, that his primary, raw magic he doth purge from
his palm to further his growth. A mere toddler, his age hasn't been marked,
yet Euphemron had already taken keen eyes to him. His people, in times
of merriment and glee, this brought him happiness. Such a setting would help
him to grow and mature into an upright fellow in his environment.

~Growth~

Akeleus' expressed his expanding knowledge of the magical expression.
His body trained like that of a thinking boy of seventeen in mortal years.
By appearance, the melanin shaded mage's growth was one his people
prided. Though, as for times for which tainted their peace called for
affirmative action. A mere boy, Arkeleus raised his fist in defiance to thine
enemies demands. Euphemron's first invasion, by their hated counterparts,
the Crylinthons. Oh great king, so forth thine ring-giver to the hated side,
Reitgarth of the proud yet vile cretans to tread Euphemron soils. His blade
pointed into the face of the very child, he showed no sympathy, for this, a
mere child interfering with his ambition guided by his own malice. Rein his palm,
they men invade, mortals for the taking. Enraged, releasing one's rising magical
fury, Arkeleus rebelled releasing a grand expansive burst of rippling magic unto
the Crylinthon's as they endow in agony and despair. Back they flew, driven
into the very dirt of Euphemron. This didn't please Reitgarth in the slightest,
mind toned to rage, and rising fury. Unsheathing said vorpal blade, a murder
would make himself, to slaughter a child without haste. Drained, his breath
fading to a pant, under the hovering demon above, Arkeleus fleeting backward,
lest his head be cleaved clean off by the great battle-head's blade.



"Oh such claims to power make thine enemies a flutter. They praise you, a child,
such words disgust and fill my blood with hatred for your life. Thus your growth
shall wither. Soak in with your shattered entity and flooded corpse of crimson liquor!"
So did thin vengeful assailant profess? Gripping thy vorpal blade so profusely, what
little difference in all it actually made. Rising from the shambles of the soil, Arkeleus
unarmed professed his boast as assurance of such tales to fulfill. Flooding thine palms
with the arcane arts, his mancery, both swift and spontaneous keeping the focus built
thine chant uttered. "Hembralac, Nyfuse, Tikradim, Galfuga!" Arkeleus speaking in
Euphemian tongues, as his twisting magics weaved to bind thine evil break-charlatan
in his grasp. Such release, to spell over the king, setting his body a slither.
Accelerating his age to rapid levels, he withered to bones and dust at the hands of a
child, the glory that he obtained with the mere mention of his magics.

In time, Arkeleus became king of the great Euphemerians. The people praised in joy
for their ring-giver as he'd risen to such high status after experiencing so much. His
trials as a king were to start at the very beginning of his rein. With little trepidation
to distract him, his rule was governed swift and with little shreds of mercy. His feet
moving down the halls of his palace he attained it all and kept things in order. For
on the brink of war against the foul creatures from the far Terzion lands. To arms,
Arkeleus and his men did tread onto the soils of thine enemy, vanity be their greatest
power, not far from the king's magic oversight.



So war-time spread.



Like a fire, the great king over many winters, long since past. A mighty figure of seventy, his will still strong and his magic even stronger. Aged well, such magics
were seen as bridging the phenomenal. Triumph, seemed to follow his name along
with many a great battle. Fist held high, he seemed to be a strong willed, and cold hearted individual. The king loosing sight of his reasons for being their salvation, stiff
be the feelings of sentimentality. A cold blooded murder, for so his time continued did
he tread into the rich glory pathed with blood and death. His words left to wring around in the mind's of his people. Just who be this man, or figure, or entity, and where be their true king?

~The Inversion~

The length for the life of a mortal, what seemed to be a short one.
Grand in length, thine king had aged a great deal, his will however not
one to dim from such a realizaton. Opening up his mind, he scoffed
at this and maintained the youth in his mind. Ripened age of three
hundred and forty. A new blood of evil, invading thine kingdom yet still
as his will kept his consciousness alive, he'd continue to fight in all of his
glory. To battle, he blazed against those treading from the inverted plane
where chaos opposite of order trailed with them. Their grand elite warrior
and divine leader, Voytulmar, the chaos king! His mockery of the Euphemerians
king in every possible manner wet his face with delight, smiling upon his days
long since gone when he was truly fierce.



"Be it a century earlier, and maybe you'd stand a better chance against my unbridled
you. Old timer, retire thy divine blade and submit to my sheer power branching from thine
being. Saving you the hassle of withering your tired bones." Voytulmar did indeed profess.
The king, cold, bitter, and as stubborn as it may would cry ignorance to his words of taunt.
Raising his mortal blade, he drew it to his enemy and persevered not quite turning down this
foe of unbridled skill. His will, strong, determined, and fresher blood than he. As the battle
continued, it seemed as though, his limits were finally set in. Chaotic magics, weaponry, and
swordsmenship much swifter than his own. It wasn't until that shining moment he'd been run straight through.

His body tainting with the counter-chaos steel from Voytulmar leaving it to flood his being. His magics being tainted, he'd die in a matter of seconds of that he assured. The king, to tremble back and stumbled on thine knee. He could feel his body beginning to tremble all over, it would surely consume him. Yet there was a sign of his resistance. That unflinching will of his was a sharp as ever. Still not willing to back down, gripping the blade with both hands, his magic overflowed from his being. Forcefully pushing the steel into his very form. He was absorbing the powers of the immortal sword, his entity and magics alike taking on the characterstics, himself inverting through the process. Growing stronger with each passing second that went by. Thine divine ring-giver of Euphemeron, in his plight merged himself with that said power that was to destroy him. From his heart chamber, did his heart stop beating, however the midpoint between life and death presented him with means of escape. Resistance to being controlled and consuming his downfall to reform, reborn anew. A God.



The Inverted immortal had stepped from the bowel's of the old king's soles and armor. Hurled back through time perhaps it was supposed at first, yet his body inverted all over. He was amazed to find himself in his youthful state, retaining even his prior magics in tact. To his delight, and profuse glee, he'd gained the inverse magics locked within the counter-chaos blade wielded by Voytulmar. Drawing his bane from his body, like dislocating a bone, he levied a heavy blow beheading thine youthful foe with a glimpse of his blood to slide down it's slender form. A great triumph for the great king, no longer that in the eyes of his people, he'd achieved something beyond that of a mortal body. Truely, he'd become a god. As the prophecy fortold, there was a manifestation of inverse magics, realized within the now young Arkeleus, The Inverted Immortal.

[qster]

Originally Posted by Rainfire

Alright then! This is decided. The team-ups will be:

Myself/Morpheaus/My Nigga v. Chariot of Fire/Healing Vision/Ashes Remnant/qster

That seems fair. Also, if anyone else joins, you're on Chariot's Team.

That seems fine to me.

Originally Posted by My Nigga

I'll take a spot if qster seems unsuitable. Not to be an ass, but I would be a much better asset.

None taken. Good luck, your going to need it if your fighting me.