A battle to remember! Challenge to Chromatic Chaos.

[qster]

Ready to lose?
Location: Your choice.
I'll post my temp tomorrow.

[Chromatic]

Seeing as I'm in the mood to punch something (and my other battles are still awaiting posts by my opponents that may not come at this point, I'll accept.

[qster]

~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.[/center]


~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.

~Theme~
YouTube - Metallica - Master Of Puppets With lyrics

~Battle Theme~
YouTube - Devil May Cry 3 OST - Devils Never Cry

[Chromatic]

Name:
Xander Machylak

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Physical Appearance:
anime19.jpg picture by Dark-Angel-Ly - Photobucket

Weapon:
The only weapons allowed to him by his bosses a pair of tonfas, and two sets of brass knuckles.

General Element of Power:
Energy

Abilities:

The power of Xander is centered around the ability of Ergokinesis, an ability to manipulate raw physical energies of the body, as well as their effects on himself, and others.

Perpetuus Navitas:

The base upon which Xander's power is set is in the natural, yet odd condition of his body to simply create energy for itself to use. As his body creates energy in excess, that energy is stored away by yet to be discovered means, and is reserved for later use. The excess reserves of energy can be summoned by Xander at any time, and under most circumstances. Given his condition of constantly having energy manifested by his body, he can reach a level of stamina that allows him to, potentially, fight constantly.

Perpetuus Motus:

The primary close range attack set utilized by Xander. Through focusing his stored energy into the motion of his body, he achieves levels of agility that far surpass that of a normal human being, as well as most non human beings in existence. Most people who have witnessed this ability have asserted that when is use, Xander's moving body parts appear to simply vanish in their motion. What's more, the levels of agility that he achieves through these enable him to achieve a state of perpetual motion, stringing normally unconnected maneuvers in a seamlessly smooth fashion. As can be expected of anyone capable of such motion, his body is well used to, and highly resistant to the strain placed upon it. such a condition becomes even more advantageous, as his resitance to strains enable him to resist strains put on his body by foes.

Navitas Inflexus:

Furthering the utilization of the excess potential energy stored within him, and his apparent connections to raw energy in general, is his ability to output his own energies in more unorthodox manners. Building on the Perpetuus Motus, he is able to create energy outputs of such power, that he becomes capable of flight, and levitation over short distances. Building even further unto Navitas Inflexus, is the ability to channel stored energy into concentrated rays, beams, and blasts. While not quite as powerful as blasts forged of energies of a supernatural nature, he is compensated in this respect by the fact that Perpetuus Navitas rectifies the issue of running low on energy for use in such attacks.

It is also through Inflexus that Xander interferes with the physical energies of others. This works primarily, and almost exclusively on the output of energy used in physical attacks. In such situations, it appears as though Xander taps into the energy of his opponents, which isn't an entirely unfathomable notion, though not the truth in these cases. The energy put into such attacks is simply negated by an output of energy on Xander's end, the creation of an unseen pulse, which acts as a shield, reducing the force behind strikes from an opponent, and at times, stopping them dead in their tracks.

Bio:
Much of Xander's own past has been erased by the military, effefctive following their capture of him at age 18. What was known of him at the time was that he had lost his parents as a result of a random drive by shooting, and has younger sister fell ill to a disease. When captured, he was promised by the government that they would cure his sister if he agreed to allow them to use him in a series of genetic tests, which resulted in his gaining of his powers today. Hesitantly, he agreed, and was sent into a state of "hibernation" as he was worked on. When he awoke, many of his memories were wiped from the foreground of his mind, and it has been hinted that he no longer remembers any of his family. It is not known if his sister ever received the cure to her affliction.

These days, Xander is used by the military as a weapon against the powerful new threats to world order, and as a bounty hunter, put on loan to other nations to eliminate dangerous individuals, and groups. He is a money maker for his nation's government, and his nation. He is constantly trying to escape from his regrettable life as a tool for a largely corrupt ruling body. At times, his unconscious mind often catches memories of his past in his dreams. Yet he realizes more with every mission he completes that there is no escape from the life he has landed himself in.

Character Theme:
YouTube - Godsmack-I Stand Alone

Character Battle Theme:
YouTube - Liquid Tension Experiment - Paradigm Shift


>Location<

^Click On That<

[qster]

Location: An abandoned church, abandoned after a shooting that killed all members of the church and attendees.
Battle Theme: YouTube - Top Ten Video Game Songs (#6) Devils Never Cry - Devil May Cry 3
IC: Zexos entered the church and kicked open the door, walking up to the altar to pray to his master, the grand ruler of the underworld, Hades. He prayed at the altar while chanting a sacred hymm. Tell me where I need to go and who to kill master. Zexos asked.
EDIT: Sorry, I just noticed your location choice, so this post is null and void.

[Chromatic]

Sleep was something that, in recent years, had become a rarity in Xander's life. What had once been a given, necessary part of the day, had been flipped into the realm of nostalgia, not longed to be touched on again. Free from the dreams, and nightmares that the rest of the world was so well accustomed to was seen as somewhat of an advantage, for whatever reason. A foolish notion. Just because a man could not sleep, didn't mean that they could not dream. Waking dreams were more than possible, given the amount of time he had between missions.

But his day dream this time around had to be cut just short of completion. Much to his annoyance, the carrier jet made its descent from the upper regions of the sky in a rougher manner than usual. A sudden air current had caught the plane in its drop, and shook the massive frame with more force than should have been possible. Xander, had he not been secured in his seat just behind the pilot, would have been thrown to the floor. A set of meters, and gauges just in Xander's view shifted into the higher resgisters.

He turned his head to his right, looking to the man in charge of his agaency, a white haired, rough skined, skeleton of a man, who adorned more medals than the Olympics could ever have made. "Sir, what exactly am I up against this time."

The agency head, still facing forward, replied in his official sounding voice. "We've received recent reports of... Demonic activity in these parts. And I'm not talking about the occult. I'm talking about real, live demons, attackig people, and cities. The last attack on this particular city left the entire city in ruins, and our scouts in the area reported that there are no survivors currently in the vacinity."

"No survivors means low level of risk," said Xander, qutoing the line most commonly pinned at the end of such news.

"Exactly," said the head, "now, get up and get ready for the drop off."

[qster]

A new city laid in ruins, the blood of all citizens rested on the ground, and blood painted every concrete block. Lightposts laid on the ground, buildings laid in shambles, and corpses laid lifelessly on the ground. This was the work of Zexos, the Demon Child of the Underworld. Zexos walked through the city, tossing aside dead bodies that littered his path, looking for any survivors left to kill. He heard the roar of a helicopter over the city, and saw a man getting ready to jump out. As the man jumped out, Zexos shot down the chopper using a power draining Nosferatu sphere. Welcome to your gravesite. Zexos transferred to the man.

[Chromatic]

Looking down from the underside bay of the plane, Xander saw first hand the destruction that had come upon the once bustling cityscape. The life that would have normally filled the air had been extinguished, like the flame of a candle being snuffed out. While he hadn't been there at the time of its destruction, he could see that it had been a swift, yet far from clean job. The forms of bodies lay scattered clumsily throughout the surface below, sitting red pools composed of their own blood, which had spread across ground, and walls like butter.

He had seen places like this. Each time he lied eyes upon such a scene, he could feel his insides churn, begging ever so softly to vomit. Yet the nature of his work called for the need to suppress this urge. When one is surrounded by massive amounts of carnage on an almost daily basis, actions of the "grossed" nature, had to be prevented at all costs, lest one be labeled as "soft." Yet compared to the other problems, and conditions that he faced, the sight of blood, and death was an almost welcome escape. In this place, he could forget what he was, and focus on that which was outside of him: the target.

His own descent from the plane was, in his opinion, far smoother than the plane's own descent from the air. By strange coincidence, as this very thought ran through his head, the edge of his vision caught a flash of energy from below skim through the sky. From above, there came forceful burst, as the plane was reduced to shards of debris and its occupants, ashes. Both were now mere memories. There goes my only ticket out of here if I need it.

Xander's touch to the ground was of an unnatural manner. His energy, the vvery element of his person that eliminated his need for sleep, was held in such excess, and control, that he could bend to suit nearly any need he came to, albeit having only a few real needs for it. In this one, brief moment, his focus had been on shifting it out from himself. At a controlled, steady rate, he could achieve what only the supernaturally gifted could: Flight. Or in the current predicament, levitation. No matter what one called any of this, its help gave Xander the grace of a gentle landing on the ground, just in front of his percieved target.

Already, with no real knowledge of the being he stared down, he knew that it was someone who he would come to hate. Hiding beheind a dark shroud of cloth, with an attitude geared towrads the destruction of that was. A tough guy sort, who leveled cities, and killed thousands simply because he could. But no more.

Welcome to your gravesite.

"If it's to be, then it's to be." Xander took up his battle ready stance, removing his tonfas from their sheaths at his belt. The longer section of the shafts ran down his forearms, for use as shields from attacks.

[qster]

zexos saw the man unsheath his tonfas, ready to strike in his battle stance. It seems he was ready for an attack to come at him at any moment, so Zexos took this advantage to ask the man some questions. Let me guess, your sole purpose in this world is to destroy demons like me. It would be fair to warn you that this was not of my free will, but a command given to me by Hades, the ruler of the Underworld. What is your name sir? Zexos asked the man. He hid his hands in his robe and prepared a pair of twin Noxus spheres, ready for attack.

[Chromatic]

The thoughts of his demon prey again flowed through Xander's mind, smooth as well spoken words from a rhetoric genius would have flowed through his ears. For but the blink of an eye, he could sympathize with his target, so much like himself. He to was simply a pawn in a greater scheme, lead by a force that had sapped him of whatever individuality, and free will he had had, if ever he had had any to begin with. But thoughts of this connection were overridden by the need to fulfill his own task. He too had orders, even if the ones that had given them were now dead.

The demon's inquiry of his name sparked in Xander a lying thought. His own name was of no true concern to the demon. It was mere distraction, hiding an attempt to attack. Small talk, was, through nearly every mission he had been on, the way that many had pulled through their strategies. Distracting their foes with false interest in their personal information, only to stick the knife in their stomach seconds later. No trust could be given to the demon in this bequest, even more so as his hands were out of sight.

Staring down his prey, straight faced, and presumably eye to eye, Xander slipped out what was both a lie, and the truth. "My name is Tool. That's all I've ever been known as, and all I'll ever be known as." Waiting for but a few seconds, Xander pushed off from his rooted position in a burst of energy and at speeds well beyond the normal human threshold, springing himself in an arcing path forward at his target. Spinning the longer side of his tonfas around poised now for thrusting strike at the demon's head. The demon would neither anticipate such speeds from a human, nor that this was merely one of t he feats of agility he was capable of.

[qster]

Heh heh, I know that's not your real name, but yes, I too am a tool to something, although to many I am known as Zexos. He saw the man come at him at a blistering speed, but alas, Zexos swiftly flipped backwards, kicking his tonfas out of his hands. He released the twin spheres and turned them into clones of himself. He transferred his soul to a clone and had them enter a triangular shape, surrounding the man. Try to find the real me.

[Chromatic]

Pushing through the air, Xander drew in ever closer to Zexos. The demon had yet to move, and given the speed at which Xander was moving, there was little chance that his attack would fail. Pulling back with his right arm in mid jump, his motions fluid, and singular, he thrust his right tonfa forwrad... Yet he was met with an unexpected failure. The demon had been more capable than he had previoulsy thought.

In a motion as swift as his own, the demon kicked not him, but at his tonfas. The right tonfa, being the one that had been the most open, slipped out of his hand, into the air. While the left one was hit by the kick, it merely dropped to the ground, easily retrievable as he landed hard on the concrete surface. Hasty in his motions, he resheathed the tonfa, and looked up to find himself in a pickle of sorts. Now, what had been one demon, was three, perfectly identical demons, standing in a roughly triangular formation around him. The last thought from Zexos made it clear that only one duplicate bore the true spirit of the demon.

"So it's a guessing game you want is it? Well, lucky for me I don't have to play it."

In another swift, speedy motion, Xander made a series of pushing motions with his arms, each move running seamlessly into the next as though all part of a single motion. With each push, there came a blast of red light, each blast being a portion of Xander's own reserves of energy. Total, there were twenty blasts, each scattered around the radius which encompassed the triangle formation fomred by the three Zexos. In a motion of equal fluidity, he took to the sky again, this time taking brief flight towards his now descending tonfa, snatching as he passed by in his descent.

[qster]

Zexos saw the red beams heading towards him and his clones. Luckily, he formed a clone to take his place while he floated above Xander, forming a Noxus sphere. He flicked the sphere at his head, making it nearly fatal if it hit. I'm over here champ. Zexos transmitted to Xander's mind, waving from above.

[Chromatic]

While this demon, Zexos was clearly one of power, he was rather tactless in his methods of fighting. He was relying more on his raw power than on any sort of wits or strategy. Then again, this was merely Xander's own blotched assessment of the battle thus far, if it could realy be called a battle at all. Zexos' movements were largely overt, and passive, merely playing so far. His only Agressive action so far was the sphere of energy that he had flung idly at Xander's head. In his descent from the sky, the orb buzzed passed him, making impact some fifty yards behind him.

The force of th orb's impact instigated the build up of a massive cloud of debris from the already shambled ruins of the city. Dust clouds flew into te sky as rockets, and Xander was unplanted from the grou d by the energy created by the landing. Inevitably, perhaps, he was swallowed in the cloud of redish debris, along with the roughly football sized surface of the area around the burst. An advantage? It could certainly be used as such. Cover from his foe for the time being to concoct his own strategy.

[qster]

Seeing as Xander ran away to take cover, Zexos took the opportunity to create some clones. He formed 10 and had them scout the area. 10 minutes had passed and Zexos finally found him. He used his Noxus spheres to break off parts from a nearby car and Zexos pulled out the engine from the rubble. He took a few paces backward and used his Burner attack to blow the engine up, using it like a grenade.