Lets Write Your Memoir (Order Rank Challenge to Chromatic_Chaos For Rank 14)

[Healing Vision]

Character Type: Power/Melee
Battle Type: Extreme
Location: The battlefield is determined on the great alternate plane of which the planet Earth sits. A different parallel to the original planet, more so narrowed down to the fluid and technological splendor that engrosses the planet. Isolated to a colossal coliseum of grandeur size and filled to the very last seat with human spectators. A magickal perimeter has been set up to neutralize flailing attacks that produce such forms. The host has graced the challengers with all sorts of technological armaments, even primitive ones. From the average crossbow to particle canon. (Use your imagination)

Special Conditions: Both recipients run on a time limit of half an hour. Attached to their neck is a collar which in return carries severing blade to decapitate the loser. Built in shows vitality readings, heart rate, and pulse. Should one hit zero or suddenly stop, the recipient is finished by the collar. In the event of a stalemate within the half an hour time period, both are extinguished. To escape the function of the collar, is simply this, calling a willing draw or a forfeit. The collars read the heart pulse and body temperature to deter this, then overload and detach.

Judge(s):

Deciding on a character to use. C_C also stated he'd need a bit of time to work out a temp, theres no rush. Impartial judges, form a line :v

Here's my temp.



Name: Tsu/Gsuragi Raven

Age: Physically 16 in the body of a 19 year old.

Gender: Male&Female

Race: Meta-physical fleshmeld

Appearance: Gsuragi appears in one of two forms. Both merely completely altering the chemical and physical make-up of the body used, they're the same yet severed. The male Tsuragi, shares the same height of five feet and four inches with his twin other half. Their hair is a sharp and crisp indigo on the colour pallet. One appearing short cut, and down to the knee

Personality: Gsuragi and Tsuragi are genuinely the same. Malicious, ruthless, and yet quite cute and fawning. Their dissimilar bodies say nothing about their characteristics. Essentially both are bold, manipulative and deem to push a sense of containment in a sense. They are an appressive force that instills or makes the malformed attempt to push this on someone. Their dark desires really were influenced from the quiet subtleties of one such woman.

Armaments:

Kushmiere ~ These are Cesti. They completely cover the forearms in what looks to be a roman leather. There is a thick slab of what seems to be a octagonal shaped piece of supremely thick leather. This generally denotes a strong preference of head on hand to hand combat. The upper leather proposes as both an offensive attribute and defensive one.

Abilities:

Essence Conscience: Gsuragi and Tsuragi both essentially the same were both born of this tethering principle. The conscience which is something that forever seems to haunt mortality. Arguably there is a means of manipulating the conscience. Disturbing moral value or personal mindsets in terms of what is just and valid. Their conscience is twisted, which serves as the domino effect to harbor a bridge of the emotions dulling or overflowing the feelings that aren't quickly overcome by the mental mind itself. It professes a modest weakness of emotion and then triggering a mental incomprehension into a pool of confusion, uncertainty, sorrow, misery, a complete empathy overload so to speak. Given they are ebbed into physical body, these effects are drastically within the ranges of mortality, only with pending knowledge to escape the effects.

Bio: [Will be composed after Garforge&Reforge's biographies. Due to essentially having the same history.]

[Chromatic]

Alright. I know that there are things that are spotty on this temp, but it should do for battle. I'll be using his abilities in melee fashion for the most part. (Also for ff the record, this character was at a point intended for KH based RP, so some wording is as such.

Name:
Iguru Arashi

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
http://www.madman.com.au/wallpapers/...7_151_1280.jpg

Personality:
"Much akin to the movements of air, Arashi can be as a 'soothing breeze', or a 'raging cyclone'". I hope you don't mind the use of an analogy.

Weapons:
Cyclone Blades- Normally unused blades found carried upon his waist most of the time. Both blades are standard katana, with a simple sky blue and white color scheme upon their hilts. On the end of the hilts are two not so simple designs, which resemble eagle heads built into the hilts themselves.

Eagle’s Crest-
This weapon, much like a keyblade would have, chose for Arashi to be its master wielder. The weapon resembles a large, and heavier eagle’s feather, colored brown with a mix of white, and griped by calamus as its hilt. Being significantly heavier than a normal sized feather, it is far easier use in battle as a blade. The weapon, which is roughly seven feet in length, is surrounded by an ever constant air flow which

Powers/Abilities:
Arashi is well known in his own parts as being a well-accomplished master of the Tei Magi, a form of magic based around an extremely focused air based magic, granting him an impressive control over that which can be connected to air, and air particles. He is most accomplished in the use of such magic in melee style fighting, as he can create air movements strong enough to propel himself over distances, as well as move the air in front of or behind him out of his way has he moves. This creates a completely frictionless path from point A to point B, and he has reached a level of aptitude such that he can negate such effects relatively quickly, eliminating most problems that may arise from the lack of such forces as friction. From this power, he has managed to achieve superior speeds and maneuverability, and rarely has to allow his own body to do much work.

Depending on how he chooses to move said air, the attacks and defenses of the “element” itself can cover a wide range of power, and targeting. Shifting the air around yet away from his body can serve as a shield against most physical attacks. Attacks can range from the simple creation of wind gusts and cyclone’s over a space, to high-pressure air streams. Of curse, not all of these techniques are of a “destructive” nature. Arashi holds power to expand the air over a set distance, and within specific concentrated areas, causing lower temperatures. Likewise, he can “pack” the air, causing the temperature to rise.


IC:

(Will be posted soon, lest you are on soon and wish to start).

[Healing Vision]

((I know I did a pretty bad description of my character(s)' appearance, so i'll make up for it in this post))

The crowd roared. Up from the tech based battlefield, the stage has rose out of the ground. There were two cages, inside holding the two challengers. Falling upon the first, it was what looked to be a pretty tall male. His eyes were indigo coloured, hair of the same tint and it was quite short, fairly cut at the ends. The bangs were protruding and spiked from the front to the left and right sloping downwards. He bore a black choker about his neck of which was covered by the collar above it, a shirt, collarless, short-sleeved, and with black and indigo stripes. Two arm warmers, both black, a pair of deep denim blue jeans that seemed to somewhat hug him in a sense. Complimented by some black shoes, and a black bandanna on his head.

How he'd ended up in this nightmare or bad dream, he'd no real recollection of events leading up to it. Forced to fight or be killed by the traps if he fled. Their collars couldn't be tampered with, they were tied to their central nervous system as well as circulatory system readings. Somewhat of a miserable look, he'd faced down staring at the cage bottom endlessly. The sound of the above crowd seemed to radiate into his ears and he cringed as it was expressly irritating.

Without further hesitation, the steel cage suddenly collapsing around all four sides. They were freeing the inmates from their imprisonment long enough for one to be killed and the other to remain alive. Looking up at the flashing screen, his face appeared, his name next to it. Placing his hand to his face, he sighed heavily and merely put in this one notion.

"When am I finally going to escape this hell? I guess I should be asking my opponent that..."

Gsuragi finally standing, bracing his arms, as he began wrap Kushmiere over his two black arm warmers.

[Chromatic]

Standing within the second cage, staring only at the arena spanning out before his eyes, Arashi contemplated the battle ahead. How he had gotten here, he wasn't sure, as was his disposition regarding his opponent. Unconcerned by his soon to be foe's motions, he allowed his eyes to droop closed for a brief moment as the roaring crowd grew louder in his ears. It was all a distraction to him, and was far from his manner of fighting. As circumstance dictated, he would soon be needing to make this his way, or else sacrafice what little dignity he had left as a warrior.

HIs eyes opened as the shouts and jeers for bloodshed took a backseat in his focuses. From his peripheral vision, he gave himself a quick read on his opponent's form. The man was shorter than Arashi by about a head, or at least, half a head. His hair maintained a short, well kempt form, and colored indigo, and oddly unnatural color from Arashi's own oservatiosn. The foe's clothing was that of the average man of his kind. A t-shirt, bearing stripes to match his hair, a pair of snug jeans, and a black headband. Around his neck, was a relatively bulky neck collar. And judging by his motions as he rose to his feet, was far more use to, or just more prepared, for whatever fighting would be happening in this arena.

This man's appearance sparked Arashi to consider his own appearance. In torn up, ragged clothing, which he had worn for as long as he could recall, and wild gray-blue hair, coated in dirty in various places, he felt, for but moment, as though he were more of a beggar than a fighter. And not akin to his opponent, he was far from prepared for whatever surprises were to lay ahead of him. But for all of his differences from his opponent, there was one similarty to be noted. He too, was wearing a stubborn brace around his neck, the purpose of which he had not been informed of. He could only run on the assumption that it was device used to keep people from running away from the battle too soon.

The warrior drew in a deep breath, and just as deeply, exhaled.

He reached to the back of his cage, where sat a large object, far from the standard equipment used by a man such as himself. A giant eagle's feather, adorning a series of stiff barbs, and a rough afterfeather. As its handle was the calamus, the only spot from which it could be effectively gripped. Gripping this weapon tightly, he returned, for but a second, to his silent focus.

I suppose it is time now...

[Healing Vision]

Slamming his fist together, Tsuragi had a bit of an urge to take the plunge. Looking over the coliseum's ground, there were weapons as far as the eye could see. On piles, scattered loosely, even some suspended. Without further adieu, Tsuragi began by taking the first starting dash outside cage with a fierce intent about his eyes. Picking up the twin stray mantis armaments that bridged with the Cestus he wore. It looked like a beetle's claw about both arms as an extension.

With this locked into place, his eyes flickered for a moment. The twin indigo pools radiating with his and her essence. Taking up a few light arms, he'd grabbed a small light-based shield, a photon beam saber, and maybe two bombs, one with napalm and the other agent orange, lastly a gas mask. Eyes now set on his opponent, he'd tossed the first of the two bombs to roll his way and prompted five meters from him. Fizzling out, a thick layer of orange cohesive and combustive flames expanded to intake the area.

"Theirs the diversion."

Taking much needed hops back from the flamed explosion that would extinguish in roughly half an hour. The smell was a mixture of gasoline and Styrofoam both burning at the same time. The heat was excelling to temperatures of a thousand and two hundred degrees Celsius. Taking the second bomb of agent orange it was hurled into the flames being ignited by the he heat and the combustive chemical haze into a cataclysmic explosion of which excelled in both temperature and insanely toxic fumes.

"Lets see you get out of that."

Turning his back and gaining some distance from the traveling toxins.

[Prophet]

Just a note to let you all know that I am here to judge; I'll be watching to lay down the law when needed

[Chromatic]

(Not my best, but it should at least hold to what has happened).

Arashi burst out from his cage, feeling the new “freedom” that the arena offered to him. He could move more freely through the place, and Eagle’s Crest was more maneuverable. Yet the weapon had been rendered insufficient by the plethora of tools and devices provided by the benefactor of this battle. Arranged in trash piles across the floor, or simply tossed away into some forgotten section on their own. Some were even suspended freely in mid air. The audience, in their riled up state shouted heedless advice to both Arashi and his opponent, calling out the weapons and tools they felt would provide the best entertainment if used.

Arashi’s own choice, more a result of need rather than desire, was a pistol of sorts, 100% metallic in its construction, with a cylindrical barrel roughly eight inches in length, with a bulb formation on the end. Upon the barrel near the bulb was a corsshair for aiming, though such action would not be given time. At the end of the barrel was a squared device, running off of which was a handle, bearing the trigger. Extrapolating from the appearance of the weapon, it was something of an advanced design, and far from a normal gun.

Taking to flight instantly, supported by a manufactured gust of wind, propelling him forward in haste, and consistently perpetuated, he felt the ignition of a flame behind him as he passed over its source, far enough from it to not be adversely effected. By the time the Agent Orange had begun to envelope the arena, he was already closing in on Gsuragi, Eagle’s Crest firmly gripped in his right hand, propped over his shoulder, and the gun in his left, pointed in the direction of Gsuragi. With only a brief moment of aim, he commenced in a “mini barrage”, firing some ten consecutive shots of concentrated heat energy both at and around Gsuragi in his fallback.

[Healing Vision]

Incoming fire beckoned from the skies, as he'd taken to high ground. Gas mask on his his faces, slipping the yet active light shield, it projected a light based reflective surface, expanding a circle of about five feet in width and length. The sound etching off the group based with intensified heat fluxed energies. Observing the paths just briefly he'd stopped considering where he stood. The first five making bold cracked fixtures in the clear exterior of the shield that Tsuragi could see.

About his feet slightly off, two behind, one in front, and one to each of his sides. The flames ensued, he'd callously ripped the shield off, with a might spring accelerated leap out of the circle of shells, the temperature excelled. A hand to ground tucking into a roll, the atmosphere now painting a thick cloud of orange, soon enough from the sky, his opponent Arashi wouldn't see him anymore, only the fire and orange haze.

He'd take advantage of this while it lasted. Moving through the cover of the haze, yet straying from the flames which were on the far side of the arena where Arashi's cage had been placed in initially. His body starting to form the gender switch. While in motion, his toned arms becoming much more slender, his height shrinking to a semi-petite height. Hair beginning to elongate and rest on his shoulders, his chest forming an admiring bust and his clothing seemed to automatically cope and shift. Face still covered by a gas mask, both arms began to ripple with what was now her essence. Looking like a luminous lilac flame swimming rapidly as it was being channeled from the crowd's very conscious conscience essence.

"Lets play with your feelings shall we?" she snickered rather deviously. Shooting what looked like a demonic claw of a darker coloured midnight indigo. The fingers extending going everywhere which way, the second coming from directly underneath, twisting like a net, none of which aimed directly for Arashi. The flux of the essence hit the upper atmosphere and happened to resonate at about the time of the first claw's spring into the fray.
"I have you now, and a question all too simple for you, surrender."

Like in irregular reality, a miniature hallucination of what was essentially Arashi had appeared upon his shoulder. His conscience talking to him on both sides, saying the same thing. It left his current surroundings unchanged mainly because the essence wasn't being fully forced to separate his mind from reality.

[Chromatic]

[I know this post my be an epic fail, but it's the best I can come up with for the situation at this point in time. I'll more than understand if I am judged at a loss because of it]

The heated bursts of energy pulsed out from Arashi’s chosen weapon, controlled mechanically by the devices within the weapon. Closing the gap between their “creator” and his target in naught but a few seconds time. It had only been expected, or rather, it should have been expected by Arashi that Tsuragi would have picked up a defense of some sort. And such was the case, evident as a shield, apparently composed of a light based matter formed I front of him, blocking the five shots of from the laser that had been aimed right on.

Arashi’s eyes followed Tsuragi’s next motions closely, for as long as he could, until the figure, distant from the skies, vanished behind the veil of orange haze enveloping the arena. From there, he was lost from Arashi’s sights by the haze. With his opponent all but lost to him, he was a sitting duck to whatever tactics were in the making below. He knew this, though there was not much else he could do, except.

“Then I shall clear out the gas. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Stashing the blaster in concealment within his robes, he lowered Eagle’s crest from his shoulder, grasping its handle in his other hand as well. His eyes instinctively closed shut as the Crest’s airflow intensified. It was as though the air had a will all its own, prepared to bite as soon as its master ordered it to. Slowly he raised Eagle’s Crest over his head, his strike rearing to be let go. But his motion was impeded, not by any physical force, but a pulling call from his own mind.

For a brief few seconds, his motives were brought into question. Questions such as whether what he was doing was truly what he wanted, and whether it was moral. But these questions weren’t such to be stewed upon. In his mind, he knew that it was as he wanted and he knew that despite the lack of morality in his actions were neither right nor wrong, they were simply necessary. One warrior would stand and one warrior would fall. This notion of uncertainty extinguished, he commenced in the continuing of his attack.

Crest already drawn back for the next strike forced down guided by Arashi’s swift hand. The airflow around Crest fluxed forth from its origin, bearing with a hurricane force upon the cloud of haze, splitting into two separate currents of equal strength, each splitting the cloud of haze, the gusts parting the haze, bringing the surface clearly into vision. With the sight of the ground improved slightly, he removed his blaster from his robes, taking no aim again, and raining heated blasts upon the haze again, each blast coming after even intervals.

[Healing Vision]

((Its a bit more complex than that, just a wave moving from the entire crowd unto you at once is like an instant coma or just consuming trance, something to leave you in a dumbfounded daze. Because there is a constant flux being emitted in the claws, its layering around you to fill in what resolve you may have already formed and creates a new sense of doubt or hindered sense. At least, in the sense of each person present. There are quite a lot.))

[Chromatic]

(I figured there would be a snag in that respect. This is toughie... O_o. Give me a day or two, if you can. If I can't think of something by then, that's that and I fail).

[Chromatic]

(Double posting so it shows on the board. I've realized that it matters little at this point if I get out of this at all. Dar is the superior RPer, and more deserving of rank than I am a this point in time. And I'd rather not hold up the ranks any longer than I already have.)

[Prophet]

Hmm, is this a surrender then? Shall I wait for the next post or respond now?

[Chromatic]

Yes, indeed, this is a surrender. I know when I'm in over my head.

[Healing Vision]

I'm honestly humbled.
I'd also like to thank you for a great match.