Warriors of the Moon. Open battle

[Ubi Ty]

Name: TLC
Other Names: Tavish, Tavi, Tav
Title: Ulterior Emergence
Age: lulz what?? Does it matter that much??
Gender: Totally a guy
Race: Human/meta-physical altar
Home world: Earth

Appearance: TLC is a guy like any other guy one could say, but then again he is a bit more than average, and without mind games quite attractive. His skin tone is fairly creamy, but dark where he could be deep caramel complexion or so. TLC is about 5’10 which some say is short, fuck them then. The body is just great for somebody his age or whom appears his age he is toned and dusted with fine muscle and he stands upright in perfection. His face is not something to speak of because people look at it and seem to see what they want to, but his eyes are always a deep focus of the spectrum, his left eye and right eye are both different in this aspect. The hair atop his head is an auburn brown with a fade to blade and he has a quaint little Mohawk. TLC’s on the slim side and rather than over dress or under dress like a lot of others people seem to do these days, wears simple slacks and a tank top, with suspenders. His clothes show off his obviously cute body, that he worked hard to get also…..he wears no shoes, and is often seen wearing a hat.

Armaments:
Orsa’s Cube~ “The finality of essence born through one’s lost will. Begotten through streams of time”

Not a cube, but a glowing sphere thus a foot in dimensions. This can metamorphose back and forth into many forms and be used as such, driving force through it and manifesting the kinetic force of the existing planes and Orsa; Magick, Energy, matter, anti matter all of it, mind you the spirituality and physical in tow. Its harboring force is nearly boundless and as such is like another, being essence flux on a whim. Its form vies from that which it is given and brings out the missing links to Reforge's weapons that at this point TLC can't form within his limits. However as such it warps their forces in another way and can manifest properties to break loose reality bonds and cause spatial distortions while clinging to what is.

Blade Demiurge~ “Bring upon the force of what is before what is not. Through essence, thus fate be bound.”

A tangible to intangible weapon with rites of power for the very beginning. Allowed to cut apart dimensional bonds as such and focus malicious vagrant forces through its blade, It uses Demiurge to extend and transact the magickal and create the very essences to restore life, or redirect life with a single blow. Destruction though abstract in this sense is the direction of Blade Demiurge. All the bound forces of TLC that lie dormant because of the non manifestation of Reforge inside this weapon cause the sporadic ignition of particle acceleration to points that rip TLC through small lapses of time, so the notion of any kind of growth is not at all beyond this resourceful weapon nor its potent forces.

Ananias ~ Before we became one, what is was still what is."

This is the specialized preform of Proginoskes that TLC uses. It isn't as profound as the main format of the weapon, but still highly dangerous and can be used to amend great pain and suffering. The tattered look of the cape shows that it is in an incomplete stage, but the raw fluxes of this are still beast. TLC directs his verses with it and the essence inside the cape flow into TLC causing his being to format in a way where he controls the cohesive of his flux an can direct tangibility as a meta-physical entity. He may shift it into many a form and even fire off pieces of the cape that build life forms and attack other beings that aren't him. With this cape the sky is the limit, or rather TLC's imagination is...

Abilities-

Call of Orsa~ Essence

Essence Harbinger~ “I sustain, I give, and grant, grow from where you started”

The main flux of unhampered essence that TLC is thus granted just as DMC was. It is a raw sporadic flux of essence itself and is imbued with the basics of what are. Such force is obviously able to flux outward to disturbing and really cool powers….

Essence Integrity~ “I take you all on with the unnoticeable. Extremes might come later”

A cohesive mindful notion that TLC harbors forces from the lingering inner. With thus, he merely can spawn and degenerate forces of the mind, and thoughts. His prowess goes to the unfathomable, yet is unreleased. TLC may read, influence, interpret, and even respond to the emotions, of others, feel, then and coerce them. Being at a level of pre-mastered glory this expands out unto the notion of manipulating his own being more fully, allowing him to be fearless and unhampered by actual emotions with the wall through the Garden intact. There is no notion to reaction, TLC forms his push or pull to overtake the mind and does so with ease.

Essence Psiona~ “I woke up and the house down the street caught on fire…..”

TLC manifests as the epitome of psionics and thus is granted with power to manipulate a vast number of forces that include magicks , and matter even transcending the spirit forces and his physical self. As such he controls magick and the like and format of these forces with his control over that which is the ultimate contrast to un-being. With this in mind, he limit’s the forces used to beat, but not completely destroy. With thus forces TLC uses a form of magic flux that is dubbed Tarvis which also generates magic’s and grafts his telekinesis and psychokinetic ability, along with the format of hyper sensitive kinesis period.

Epitome Shatter ~ “This is the last straw for him. It was bad before, but Tav DON‘T DO IT!!!”

Of any form of energy and matter or magick itself. TLC’s powers break out into the cosmic level and thus he can graft and reform any object that pertains to any of the forces he controls unless that force is beyond him. His complete being is the format of that which is the consolidation of magic and psionic forces and he can be either of these essences, or both at once . It is known that he exists outside of linear time and space as well at this point so recreating an entire galaxy for instance or surmising reality is perfectly normal.

Reforge (himself)~ “Perfectly rude and blatant to spawn me. Tavi and I kick ass.”

Right at Orsa;s call, this is the plane of the merge between the inner Reforge and Tavish. Their bond spawned many other bonds between inner and human, or animal and inner though rare. Alarmingly close to the great break that made the counter state of Blade Demiurge, Reforge walks beside and INSIDE Tav at all times. His forces are there for use, but only to a limited notion.

History: I dunno what you guys really want me to say here, I have just been that guy since I was little ya know?? So much to think about and like so little time to say it all that at times I dunno know what to do about it or where to begin. Ya know what I mean?? Life can be cruel or harsh or any number of feelings but since about age 3 when I first got the visions that all changed for me.

It went from bad to worse, from wanting death and freaking out an back again. What do you do at such a young age when you see somebody's death and don't understand or when you are small and have a dream where some short kid tells you he is part of you, but you listen and he sounds like a grown man?? Yeh so you guessed right that is when I met Ref for the first time, at age 6. I am skipping around here because this is just my take on what i wanna put down, so if I move up I could talk about eh first diving experiences....

I won't bother, I just move along to the first notion of the Garden before the name came and how that place was so abstract and it didn't make any sense. The rainbow bridge, the glass gate, the falls, the jumps the shadows all those fucking spiders!!! So I kept it all up an learned and got better, stronger, mingling with Reforge I ended up noticing that others were influenced by me, by my being and that to delve into the void meant that I could entice an ring others with me.

So Dar was one of the first ultimate success stories and his story should be part of mine like a mirror of the time I melted his face in one and tried to break him, yet he held strong and refused. Manda didn't fare as good, and her sister kinda died. It didn't end there, but now I feel the need to stop and ramble a lil. The time when Dar and I fought to the near death, when we made Red City shatter unto naught and it fell to the ground, the crater still lingers. My mind screams right now. As I move along with the story inside this realm, I'll add more.....

[Nigga Sauce]

I'm in this. Temp coming after work.

[Ubi Ty]

In this how?? Where do you fit and on what team Cort??

[Nigga Sauce]

Because I asked when like on the first page and then Dan reinvited me to join this little battle so it seems Q and Dan have been waiting for me to reply since yesterday. I thought this was just a free for all. I could really careless bout teams. I'll fight on my own for all I care.

[Ubi Ty]

It isn't afree for all becausd Dan and q don't want it to be. Read the thread for once!!!

[Grace Falls]

Originally Posted by Reforge Ubiquity

It isn't afree for all becausd Dan and q don't want it to be. Read the thread for once!!!

I said i don't prefer it to be FFA, but I really don't care at all. If Cort is gonna join might as well make it FFA then. I'll let Q know and hope he'll change his mind. Bweh.

[Nigga Sauce]

I DID READ THE THREAD!

I don't care what it is. It can be Q and Dan vs Yu and Dar vs me or, Me, q, and Dan vs Yu and Dar o,r Me and Dar vs yu, q, and dan or, Me and Yu vs Dar, Q, and Dan. IT DOESN'T MATTER!

[Ubi Ty]

LOL you guys are a trip. Gonna break off in this fight fosho.

[The Citrus Cult]

So long as none of you forfeit or flee im fine with that. If you at least go moderately hard, this will be the most epic mid-par fight I can think of.

Don't be surprised, this is myself and tavy afterall, ALMOST as deadly as Gar and Ref.

Name: D.M.C.
Other Names: Darien, Dari, Dar
Title: Humanity's Hinge.
Age: Yet to be stated, so stfu with all those wit-less comments about age.
Race: Human/meta-physical altar
Home world: Earth

Appearance: Standing at erect height of six foot one, his hair is a nice shade of blade with orange highlights at the tips of every loose spike. Folding two bangs to his left side, and four bangs to his right side, hair sloped downward and protrudes to his neck. His eyes appear like vibrant and completely cooled oranges that occupy his irises. His nose is somewhat pertruding, his body is fairly slim and toned from top to bottom, and his dispositon is something at least perceived as pleasant.

Since later coming back, Reiku pointed out his taste in clothing, DMC later forged a second appearance. Promptly styled after Reiku's so called fashion sense. A zipped up black undershirt, covered by an orange and yellow vest of which extends the long black sleeves that envelope both of his arms.

Armaments:

Dark Malice Crescent ~ "In death your will flows through my fine steel. Essence at a whim of one fine stroke."

Dark Malice Crescent is DMC's primary weapon. It resonates as the epitome of raw essence flux. In truth, the purpose lies to cut the tethering essence from where it is drawn from and assimilating it into the blade. The sword's physical attributes excel and it is able to take a physical form of the essence absorbed. Used to slay some, even this mortal had the power to oppose the 'demiurges'.

Hitsun ~ "Your hand destroys, where mine creates, such are our fates.."

Containing the age old and remnant essence of Reforge prompted in Orsa's roots, it enabled him the borrowed essence to exist yet again. Severely limited to just tethering him to the living and allowing him to manually active over-soul which was once in flux with Garforge guidance. It is a golden bracelet that is worn on his right wrist. Also able to take and resolve the form of nearly any kind of fathomable even ordained object give it a shape, form, and volume. Hitsun also implements a kind of warm kinship that graces it's wielder with stray essence restoration, which buffers waves of brute and magically applied forces in battle, and moderately rejects the flesh wounds and restores DMC when impaled or nearing it.

Loviembre ~ "Can you properly wield my power of destruction?"

This was all that Garforge was left with since he fled the place that harbored no name. It was what shred of his haunting past he had left. The inversion of destinies made him aligned to destruction and the end path of nothing. This is his essence from that time, dis fragmented and wielded by DMC. It solidifies his existence and augments his feats exponentially. Able to manipulate the bracelet into whatever he wishes it is the ultimate tool just as its younger Hitsun is. Loviembre can make certain parts of DMC hollow as to let attacks waved at him pass through or intangible to the physical

Darwyn ~ "The greatest physical representation of my affection."

This is the clad that DMC wears since his rebirth. It is a manifestation of his life, his love, his hope, his dreams. The essence of whats likely his greatest and most strongest qualities collaborated and infused into this fabric. Crossing the insight and unfathomable, it ties to the essences that flow in and out of the place not yet named. Its existence forged by DMC using Hitsun sometime after coming back. Commonly used to purge Coralye's teleporting essence, making himself disappear to Garforge's oblivion, channel and manipulate a more completing bond of Reforge's essence into Hitsun.

Abilities:

Orsa~ essence series

• Essence Catalyst ~ "Stand up, you're different, but do you want to see more??"

This is a basic kind of essence that is spotted in normal human beings. It means they're if not already a potential gateway to something more. Because this essence is untempered, and just completely pure and raw, there are NO FOLLOWING irregularities outside of just slightly abnormal.

• Essence Humility ~ "I embody the extremities and you the subtleties."

This is DMC's own individual essence spawned after being bridged by the gateway which linked him and his mind to a not yet named place. His essence flashed and radiated orange. In which case was just the foreshadow of his talent, being and essentially all that which is humble. He is one of the strongest forms of raw empathy there is. Being at its core the flow of one's essence fluctuated waves all tap out what is essentially empathy. This can be in-fluxed by his will to push his essence over theirs and layer it, overwriting it temporarily to result a different feeling altogether, spanning from sorrow to anger. The physical mind deters and breaks down emotions, but on the level this is done, and so rapidly, even quicker than thought, its layered so fast the mind essentially cannot wish to keep up.

• Essence Apathy ~ "What the fuck is going on?? Are you ok?!"

First achieved when DMC entered a complete state of utter failure and triggered something beyond what was essentially humility. The null of naught fighting with no resistance whatsoever. For what is a shell? A shell is just that, empty. Having his essence drastically reshape into flat nothing, completely erased from detection, it emits a flat flux which unintentionally shatters the emotional barriers put up like butter. Defenses are impaled on this level to where the resulting feelings go completely in circles. At this point he can resolve to kill with the slightest ease.

• Oversoul ~ "So you still do it even though he's gone?? I knew you were special Dar. But please die..."

The summit, which forcibly free's the essence of his meta-physical soul to encase him in a layered ripping aura that fluxes with pure essence. Emulating and driven by morality, humility, and nearly infinite will, invulnerable to alien forces, yet the body will not completely buffer everything thrown at it meaning physical and magical wounds apply. Released in a fight to the death, the initial oversoul doesn't render emotions, perception, or mindset of the user with the augmentations. Due to the risk while receiving bodily harm not quite felt the risk are insane.

Garforge (himself)~ "Humble enough to heat my dead heart. I must thank you Dar."

The demiurge said to spawn from the shattered redemption that was essentially himself and Reforge long ago. He is the passive servant to DMC after their reunion, forcibly being crippled by Dark Malice Crescent, he wasn't moved to flux, but directly integrated back into DMC. Their relationship is akin and close, with slight and some if not a small fraction of Garforge's essence is ebbed into DMC's own. Limited, however usable.

History: This is my story, its a brief summary but completely done from scratch, I might actually publish it...

I've lived, I've even died, my lovers have all cried.
Promises and commitments were made, unable to feel unfulfilled I did the impossible.
Through my exploits and tales I found so much, met so many people.
In death, your existence doesn't cease, it is merely misplaced.
Abridged at limbo is where my end fell, and greeted by the fallen angel of heaven, he met me at worlds end.
Reiku Rinsagi. Not happy to see him, he'd been disappointed in my death, but I told him I knew how I could come back.
Listening for but a second, thats all it took, and we'd crossed the fabric of all things beyond the living.
The subterfuge of purgatory, heaven, and even hell until the domain of Garforge's birth, rather the pseudo-existing nexus his mind manifested.
Oblivion.
It was...empty of all color, value, morality, reality, and just this massive grayscaled plane. We'd see things enter then break apart slowly to fade. Reiku realized he couldn't stay for long so he departed with my understanding of why already in realization.
He was still alive, I wasn't, the effects wouldn't reach me just yet, so I traveled the span of nothing until i'd found what I was seeking.
Hitsun. The fabled missing piece to complete Garforges Loviembre, the king of the night unable to wield it anymore.
Yet I could so easily. Taking it on my wrist i'd been attached a shell of flesh and animated back to the living. Resting in my grave, i blew a hole out of the graveyard and hopped out onto the disrupted soil. A skeleton, my flesh searing back into place, and the hole left by Tavorge pulling and bracing back into place.
I soon sought to find Garforge who'd become a meta-physical fleshmeld in the living world. Not before checking up on my lover...
I'd missed her more than anything and for her I sought as she'd been the one I'd promised my return.
There was no time, no distance, no shackles that could deter me from coming closer.
At her window I appeared and smiled as her tender expression was what quelled my insanity.
I'd later let her become aware of my temporary existence.
As we'd recollected on days long past, it was a pure re-ignition of the flame since our last connection.
Until, they found out I was back.
Kenny was the first, Balthazar readied a mock as he leveled half the city looking for me.
Being our first encounter, I couldn't hide my essence from those with a demiurge...but after which they had to seek them out or be sought.
Nothing I did was fullproof I suppose, the only one to escape was infact TLC. Searching the place without a name for me yet I wasn't there, my essence nearly completely extinguished, it was somewhere else.
The great Demiurge war had begun, and it was brought to earth of all places.
The more powerful had began to assume powerful positions in the western hemisphere, just like the nameless realm.
Portals being open all around, and I'd not yet found Garforge yet. So I took brutal measures.
I slew, I obtained, and I became. My conflict with Kenny was the first, but I ripped Balthazaar from him as his lover Casey, holding her now two year old child Jade merely watched, horrified. Into Dark Malice Crescent did Balthazar swim and his essence untempered with the flux that countered it.
I was in tears, she was horrified and speechless, Kenny however is fine, but this was ignored.
Merely walking away like nothing had happened that was one power-that'd been extinguished.
I became a wanderer, the hope to finally restore the order between the two places.
She followed no matter how horrible the path, in my isolation I had someone, I had support, and I had love.
I wasn't proud of my choice, but with my influence the demiurge's would reform, and I would return them, just like I did with Tsu/Gsuragi.
My path was set.

[Ubi Ty]

Damn now I gotta do my appearance and bio AND counter build Fortinbras and Proginoskes.

[qster]

Okay, I guess this will be a FFA. Anyone can start.

[Ubi Ty]

“Its really kinda boring today, but I guess that everyday I don’t hear from Dar is boring, that nigga aint called me in a week!!!” It would have seemed that Tav was just talking to himself, but he certainly was not, he was merely conversing with his inner, or partly himself. This being named Reforge, or Ref for short. It was just about noon time and Tav had recently finished eating a mouth watering triple whopper from Burger King with extra cheese and mayo. He knew it was unhealthy, but they were SO good, that he could never help himself.

A chortle jarred his thoughts……"You are gonna get fat. Then I’m gonna laugh my ass off.”

“Uh what??” Tavish noded annoyed. He pointed out the obvious. “You have the same ass that I do dip shit.” Reforge inwardly coughed and pointed with Tav’s hand down the road where he could see Dari moving along, but only in their head of course. They’d been waiting for him for awhile, today was just another time where in this place, worlds mingled and another fight was going to happen. “Fights get dull, but I never battle anyway.”

This was more than enough to thrill Reforge. “I never see you really fight, we are always elsewhere, or doing something crazy, and geez, I always have to fight and stuff.” Tavish scowled and tapped his hat, then smiled afterward.

People were coming, and Tavish thought it amusing to just start with something dumb, but hella forceful that there was enough of it to make people cringe. “What a joke.” From a reverse spin, a coating of light shed from TLC’s body and he flipped down with what none could physically view without the jurisdiction. A crippling wave of raw essence got hurled down in an outward direction spreading around the field. This was of course in telekinetic form, nonetheless horrible….

“Come out.”

[qster]

Canis and Aria walked down the path, heading to a nearby city. "So, how did you ever get out of the castle?" Canis questioned Aria. Since the two of them, even being twins, hadn't seen each other in 5 years, but it was the short period of time in which Canis was escaping the castle. "It was actually out of my control, see..." She paused as she saw what looked like a man talking to himself. "Excuse us sir, but are you okay? It looks like you are talking to yourself, is this true?" Aria questioned the man. "My name is Canis, and that is my sister Aria. Tell me, do you know how far the nearest town is?" The ocean was to their left, while a prosporous field stood to the right.

[Ubi Ty]

~Really?? Is this another waste?? Why are none of you posting and what was up with that post qster?? You did NOTHING.

[qster]

OOC: It's called characters starting out friendly.