BECAUSE CHROM SUCKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[coolfresh1224]

yo cc i wanna beat yo ass wit dis character (also i've just gotten to a computer and this is the best6 temp i could come up with)

codename: Jester
appearence:white outfit with a zipper in the middle and a jester hat.
occupation: assasin
bio: unknown
age:15
powers: he is a master of the seven sword skills used to take out several enimes at once. he can weild all seven swords with a part of his body ( one sword on each legs one on each foot one in his mouth one in each hand) or he can make his swords float in the air.when he uses the former he uses more spining moves. when he uses the floating mode he uses hand motions.then there is intergrated mode in wich he uses both styles to form a different fighting style all together.

moves:


basic: basic mode he uses his swords and they're straped to his body making it easier to manuver with this his attack are BLADE ZEPHER: sends a feiw blades slashes in the derection of his opponents then BLADE WIND: sends a wave of blade slashes at opponents. BLADE HURRICANE: sends waves of blade slashes in every deriction.

intermediate: he uses his mind/hands to command the seven swords much like final form only instead of being a pussy ass bitch in white clothing he has seven swords.........and wears white clothing. any way he can use his swords in a variety of ways and can block most ( if not all) enimy attacks.

intergrated: in this form he chooses two blades and weilds the rest in float mode he also uses a technique called blades of justice in wich he does all the moves from basic form then does the move Banishment which is where all blades do a single slash simontaniuosly.





i know the temp sucks but i just finaly got to a computer and literaly made it in 30 minutes so fight me any way

[Chromatic]

.... I'm not sure I should take this battle. At least, not quite yet. I can deal with you later, if you don't mind.

[coolfresh1224]

...........you scred...........................................

[Chromatic]

Of course not. I suppose I can take the time out of my busy schedule to take this up, seeing as I'm getting semi caught up in life again.

Now what character to use for this battle....

I suppose I can risk using a one timer or something.


Name:
Kaiser

Age:
90. looks to be in his 20s.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Dhampir (half vampire, half human)

Appearance:
http://images1.fanpop.com/images/pho...51-300-379.jpg
Stands at a rough 5’11’’, having a slim, and powerful build. His posture is normally somewhat disturbed, and unbalanced when in average situations. Yet battle tends to give him the stimulation to keep his movement under greater control, and use greater finesse. He is clad shoulder to toe by a grayish overcoat, that he leaves unzipped, exposing what appears to be a chest completely covered in black fur. The fur is the form of two bat wings, connected to him on the back of his shoulders, and wrapped around his torso. He wears a pair of black cargo style pants, held up by a belt with the visage of a flipped cross symbol on the buckle.

Weapon:
http://www.fantasyblades.net/images/products/FF%20400%20WIDE%20BLADE%20L.jpg

Personality:
(Yet to be defined)

Powers And Abilities:

Despite being average in size, his vampire genes gift Kaiser with the standard abilities of his kind. His physical prowess is superior to even the best fit humans beings. He can lift greater weights, run faster, and for longer, and take physical damage with greater resilience. He tends to shrug off many of the pains that he becomes inflicted with, though this may only be due to stubbornness rather than his strength. His senses are heightened beyond that of any untampered human being, giving him a greater awareness of surroundings. This is specifically so in the lines of his senses of smell, hearing, and to extent, his sense of touch.

Conversely, the many weaknesses of the vampires are largely diminished in him. He is able to operate in daylight, though this is not his favorite thing to do, as he prefers night nonetheless. While many vampires would be hampered by the presence of holy items, Kaiser has freed himself of this drawback, as he has no real fear of that which his holy. The only real standard weakness that he has inherited from his vampire ancestry is a strong dislike of garlic, which, even so, is becoming a far less threatening prospect.

Hemokinetics –
Kaiser has the ability to utter a psychokinetic control over blood, a technique that he can use on his own blood, and any blood that he has direct access to. He can control its movement, temperature, thickness, and constitution. By focusing on the water within his blood, he can dry, and harden blood over his wounds, sealing the injuries he has taken. He can even stimulate the rapid production of new cells, keeping a nearly constant supply of blood at his disposal.

[Chromatic]

(Double Posting So It Shows)

Orange-yellow rays of light reflected serenely off of the calm, still ocean waters, as Kaiser looked out over to the horizon beyond the boardwalk. It was a breathtaking canvas to behold in one’s eyes, one such that an artist of even the highest caliber would be unable to capture its full beauty. It was a scene too peaceful, too perfect, and too natural to be portrayed by any artificial manifestations. The tranquility of it all was…. Too good to be true, to good to last for very long here.

It was these times of the days that Kaiser lived for. That point when life seemed to stop to appreciate the otherwise ignored beauty of that which was given to them by their creator. Their attentions swayed from their man made luxuries to reflect upon things of a more spiritual nature, to hold something in mind that meant more to them than their wealth or their power. It was sunset that brought out this magic. And of course, Kaiser wasn’t the only one who looked upon the unfolding descent of their life-giving star.

He was accompanied by multitudes of others, so different from himself, yet so much akin at the same time. There were lovers, walking in the prestige of the setting, arms wrapped around each other, holding dear to their affections. There were the loners, who simply sought to ponder in the serenity of it all, unhindered by the others that would interrupt were they elsewhere. And still, there were those ones that decided that it wasn’t worth their time to look upon such a “pointless thing.” But these were simply the brainwashed few who failed to notice the beauty of their home, and hence suffocated that beauty.

From his spot, sat loosely on his bench overlooking the ocean upon which the star continued to set, its pace quickening to make way for the night time hours, during which the boardwalk would again teem with life, and merriment, Kaiser saw all of these people, though they were to occupied with themselves and their interests to see him at all. It was all for the better, he had supposed. If they had noticed him, they would only run, or walk away from him.

“Well, I suppose I should get out of here before things get too busy on me.”

Slowly, he pulled himself up, stumbling slightly as rose to his feet, using his sword as a crutch to aid him. Now on his feet, he shook his legs off, to cure them of the numbness that they had taken them. As though crossing traffic, he looked left, and then looked right, coming to a decision of which way to leave. Without much of a second thought, he chose right, and ambled on in his stumbling fashion, which his blade held propped atop of his shoulder.

[coolfresh1224]

jester watched as his next opponent/ slash victim stood to his feet. he was rather clumsy and seemed laid back and happy. which made jester happy he knew he would enjoy the fight he jumped up onto the dock in front of his opponent." Hello good sir jester at your service

[Chromatic]

Kaiser had only walked a few paces, perhaps a little over twenty, when his path was impeded by the likes of Jester. His senses had indeed picked up the approach of the man, though he had paid little heed to his presence, as he saw little to be worried about from the oddity that was Jester. The only credit that he could truly be given off the bat was that he lived up to his namesake. He was clad in a suit of a solid white hue, that in itself would have boring if not accompanied by the multi-hued lighting brought upon the two by the setting sun off to the west. The jester appearance was, quite remarkably, and yet horribly generically, topped off by a hat adorning a series of tentacle-like strands hanging down, attached to which were bells, which rang softly at each slight movement of the man’s body.

“Hello good sir! Jester, at your service!”

Kaiser used a smile as his mask, and made his response one of kindness, of respect for Jester, though there was little respect that he deserved just yet. “Forgive me sir, but I doubt that there is much of anything that your services would be able to help me with at this point in time. But I’ll be sure to let you know if there is ever anything you can help me with.” He paused for a brief moment to take another look at the sea. The sun was nearly down, and in the distance, he could hear the chattering of pedestrians making their way back to the ocean front nightclubs, and bars. If Jester proved to be as hostile as was funny looking, then his concealment would be all the harder to maintain. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like t be gone before nightfall.”

Even as he slipped these words from his tongue, he had prepared himself in his seemingly unorthodox manner. His left hand, free of any wielding duties, as his right hand and shoulder could bear the weight of his blade with ease, had been gently stroking the blades edge. With each pass, he pressed just a little harder, until the skin on his palm has come open, releasing a steady flow of blood from the wound, trickling smoothly down his arm, and most of it falling to the ground. Simultaneously, the blood cells were multiplying, at the moment, at an infinitesimal rate, and the splatters of red that hit the ground were slowly expanding, slowly now, but picking up pace as they grew exponentially.

The final piece to the puzzle was added, when, in an instance of pain, occurring just as the wound was made, Kaiser drew his hand back in to his coat, rubbing off on his coat, swearing about “that stupid blade.” This blood too, was spreading, at an unnoticeable rate.

[coolfresh1224]

"oh but i will be servicing you tonight. i will be delivering an abomination, i.e. you, back to the creator. he said noticing the blood flow onto the ground "that would mean puting you out of your misery. ouch that looked like it hurt. you should not add additional pain to yourself." he said and began unsheving his seven blades

[Chromatic]

"Oh but I will be servicing you tonight. I will be delivering an abomination, i.e. you, back to the creator.”

So I’m an abomination am I? Well, he should look at himself. At least I have a bit of dignity.

Ignoring the sting of his cut, he took hold of the hilt of his blade, now with both hands, bearing it in front of him, so that the blade’s position now split his face in the eyes of Jester. While he was looking at Jester, now noting the various swords that held upon his person, his focus was far from what Jester would do for an attack. Quite conversely, he was focused more on what he would do to make his defense stronger. The blood was still flowing freely from his hand, as he allowed it to maintain a clearly liquid form, and simply respawned the cells within his body to make up for the losses sustained.

It was similar to a bucket of water spilling out over the ground. But this was a bucket that was able to perpetually fill itself, and continue to spill out. This, added to the blood that was now expanding rapidly at their feet, built up into a significantly larger pool. And the pool was beginning to layer itself with new blood, thickening ever so slightly as new blood poured onto it. Each new drop counted towards the success of his half-baked plan. With enough of it, he could easily turn the entire docks into his weapon. What’s more, the pedestrians that would soon crowd the area would provide an ample source of extra ammunition.

"That would mean putting you out of your misery. Ouch that looked like it hurt. You should not add additional pain to yourself."

Fool doesn’t suspect a thing. All the better for me I suppose.

“Misery? I’m afraid you have a lacking in judgment. I am far fro being in misery. But if it is indeed a fight that will get me out of your presence, then A fight is what you will be getting.”

Quickly, he pulled back his blade, letting his arms reach the comfortable thrusting position, and with a force of raw might far surpassing his size, he threw the blade point right to the center of Jester’s chest. His body, inevitably followed in suit with the sword, forcing forward, adding his own weight behind the weight of the sword. With such force behind the thrust, and so little distance between the two combatants, Jester would find little time to react 100% effectively against the strike. But on the flip side, the force was such that if Kaiser did miss by far, he wold be thrown off balance.

Nah, I won't think about that.

[coolfresh1224]

"stupid fool." jester thought then ducked down and used one of his drawn swords to make a slash derectly for his rib

[Chromatic]

Kaiser’s strike, as it was, was dead on its target. Jester’s chest, his heart, was near doomed to e struck, and the battle would, in that event, be over. But with an uncanny agility, the funny looking man managed to dodge the thrust. Kai would have pulled back from his attack, if it weren’t for the fact that he had put most of his weight behind the thrust. He was on course, and there was no backing out. With no point in fighting against his momentum, he worked with it, bending his left leg back at the knee, aligned with Jester’s face.

As he bounded forward still, he was met by the normal, stinging, paining sensation of a blade connecting with the side of his body, cutting through his jacket on the left side. Jester had apparently thought he had aimed for the side of his stomach, which was true. The blade had made connection upon the side of his stomach. But it had not actually touched the skin itself. It had cut through the jacket, through the skin of a black, fur-coated wing, wrapped protectively around his torso. The pain was, naturally, an intense one, and as he Kaiser moved forward, the blade of his enemy drove further along, and deeper into the wound.

But, akin to his nature, he chose not to stop in his attack, and flinched only a small bit against the cutting pain to which he had been subjected, and continued to follow through with the maneuver.