A Team of Nightmares (Temps only)

[Rapidus Procella]

First off, this is a tag battle to only to the people i list, so no one else is to be added, ask to join, or whatever.

Team I:

• King X
• sephiroth2

Team Two

• Grace Falls
• Healing Vision

Conditions:

1. Power Characters only
2. Battle til one team is un-able to compete
3. Only Post temps in this thread, nothing else.
4. Non-Continuum.

Location

• A distant planet, outside of the Milky Way Galaxy that is inhabited by monstrous beasts that feed off of any kind of power, and once you are in their sight, they will hunt you down until they are killed or you are killed. The planet has a humidity of 80%, and the year-long temperature is no less and no more then 89 degrees. The turrain of this planet is layered in ice and dry heat molecules. A planet where plant life is not-likely to happen. Some historical landmarks of this planet are as followed: an abbandoned castle that rests up top of the tallest mountain, a battleship that was used in the glory of this planet, but now just used as a hideout for various theives. With a name unknown for centuries, outsiders just refer to this planet as: Land of Doom. A name fitting for a doom-filled planet. the ground is as hot as a hot-plate of pasta, and when up high the air is so cold, that the least amount of movement will make your genitles or any body part for that matter be forever frozen.

[Ubiquity]

I'd jask to join this but HV alone could probably beat all of you lol.
What's up with so many death battles?? Umm two words: Instant continuum.

[Healing Vision]

Yeah this should be fast.
Lets do it Grace.

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.

Since Vaylon's death, he's grown much more adept in his magic prowess. Even in the cases he manipulates every form of which includes himself.

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.

~Current Events

Arkeleus in his fondness of what seemed a roaming of the omniverse however keeping an eye to his planet. He'd ascended upon the plane of Faerun which had housed the luminous one of legend. Vaylon Lightstar. It was here were he'd determine things of a magnitiude to enhance his intelligence. Aptly honored, others had made their way to the scene. A divine being bridging to God, The Prayer, the child of the underworld Zexos, the woman of no instability, Ankuko, the Necromancer and death incarnate Zetsumi, The Dreamer Ukiah Oregon, The Wake Mitsukai so many others, all gathered in one place. None of the names were recognizable to Arkeleus for he was the newest force that'd joined their ranks.

As this conflict did ensue, the example to be made of their path to engage on Faerun, Zexos being tested yet, failing from the get go. Saved by the gracious hands of the prayer's silver mist and delivering from the hands of his own end. Yet that kind of blind persistence lead to a course of events, of which Arkeleus himself then saved him from utter destruction.

Then there was Vaylon. Whom crippled Arkeleus with merely his presence alone. Moving away from the site, within the walls of his castle he'd rose from the underside of Faerun.

[Ubiquity]

Yeh they're dead for sure this is terrible. I'm gonna judge this

[Grace Falls]

Originally Posted by Reforge Ubiquity

Yeh they're dead for sure this is terrible. I'm gonna judge this

I really can't agree more Tav... I don't know whether or not if I'm going to be nothing but an annoyance =/ Oh and Dar I'm Dan.

Ken, I'm extremely busy with a lot of shit lately so I'll try posting a template in the weekend or sometime soon.

[Healing Vision]

It's all good. Please call me HV "Dan".

If you want King X, this could be you and Seph against me in the event it doesn't fit into my partner's time frame.

[Rapidus Procella]

I know Tav, but hey I just wanted a friendly tag match with a few of my friends, and i know i am going to die :P

[Ubiquity]

All I am saying is that its a waste of a character unless you have legit plans or are working with people to bring who you use back.

It isn't hard to say in the rules that its a non-continuum battle.

[Rapidus Procella]

Originally Posted by Reforge Ubiquity

All I am saying is that its a waste of a character unless you have legit plans or are working with people to bring who you use back.

It isn't hard to say in the rules that its a non-continuum battle.

Honestly, I haven't learned what non-continuum and continuum battles were; so i dont bother putting it in.

[Nevermore]

Originally Posted by King X

Honestly, I haven't learned what non-continuum and continuum battles were; so i dont bother putting it in.

My guess is it's like this:

Continuum: The events carry over. So, if one of your characters is killed, then you can't use that character again in other battles. They're dead.

Non-continuum: Things don't carry over. No matter the outcome, the characters are "reset" in a sense, and you can use them again.

[Rapidus Procella]

Originally Posted by Healing Vision

It's all good. Please call me HV "Dan".

If you want King X, this could be you and Seph against me in the event it doesn't fit into my partner's time frame.

Well if Dan can't get a temp in, then yeah, it might just have to come to that.

Originally Posted by Nevermore

My guess is it's like this:

Continuum: The events carry over. So, if one of your characters is killed, then you can't use that character again in other battles. They're dead.

Non-continuum: Things don't carry over. No matter the outcome, the characters are "reset" in a sense, and you can use them again.

Yeah that was my guess, but i wasn't 100% sure.

[Rapidus Procella]

Sorry to double post, but i am going to decide a 4-day limit, if Seph and Dan haven't put up their temps, then its just going to be me and HV.


Name: Syntrax

Alliance/Group: Orden der Nocts

Number/Rank:*XII

Titles/Aliases: The Two-Sided Curse

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Compared to what he looked like when he had a heart, Syntrax looks “ugly”. The height in which he stands is a brilliant five foot, ten inches. Yeah it may seem he is not short, but nor is he tall; his height is perfect for his build, and his weight. He weighs at an astonishing two hundred forty-five pounds, and he has a build slightly above average, but not so muscular in which it will slow him down. Now that the simple parts of Syntrax’s appearance is out of the way; I do believe it is time to get down to his other features; Syntrax’s hair color is not so rare, actually his hair color is not like the other members of the Organization XV, his hair is the color of sand, but slightly different. With sand being the color of a light brown, Syntrax;s hair is kind of a light tan color, but with a darker tone. The eyes of Syntrax is rather strange, one eye is blood red, and the other can differ from either dark blue, or light black, His eyes are certainly a rare case. As foe the rest of his looks, Syntrax wears his own personal Org robe, its not exactly the color the others wear, his is the same color as his hair, light brown to a dark tan.

Biography:
- History: Told in Syntrax’s POV

Part 1: The Incantation. of the Heart

I walked into the corridor of my master’s study, hoping I can learn some new secrets about him, but I was a fool; he denied me access to his private chamber yet again. Really how much more I wait. I am always doing what that old fool says, and what do I get in return, I am always treated like a fool, I want to get inside that chamber of his.whether I am granted access or not, I am going to find out what my master hides within his chamber that he doesn’t want me to see. So I went into his private study, and to my surprise i saw a bunch of hearts in containers as if it was one who experiment of the human hearts. Yes my master, the one person I viewed as a hero, and a father figure; does this. The man I was proud to call master betrayed me, and the rest of his apprentices. But what is this, a series of reports, he calls the “Ansem Secret Reports” Wow now this really makes me think my master is really corrupt in the head.

Just as I was going to read these secret documents, I heard footsteps, then I heard my master speak to me “Syatran, why am I not surprised that your in here, well now you know, my secret is..” I interrupted him right there, I was angered with him, the fact that my own master was using hearts for his own personal gain. “Master Ansem, what the hell are planning here, what exactly is your true motives for using human hearts?” I asked with emotion roaring through every word. He began to explain to me.

“My dear apprentice, you again doubt me. You are truly sad, I might have chosen wrong to pick you as my successor, look at you those same eyes your mom and father gave me as they both surrendered you to me, I raised you since you were a lad, and this is how you treat me in return, maybe I should experiment on you.” I heard ansem say to me, the words stabbed me like a sharp blade that could never be removed. I couldn’t contain it any longer, so instead of fighting my master right then and there, I ran, far out of the secret chamber, far away from the place he called his home. I ran as far as I could, Leaving all of the other apprentices to be taught under a ruthless, yet peaceful master,, and then the next event would be shocking to my eyes. I was trapped by many black shadows of those who have lost their heart, and they came at me with full force; I was left defenseless, and eventually they took my heart, and the incantation of my heart..

Part II: The birth Of a Nobody:

I was formally known as the person Syatran, a simple human that wanted to find out his master’s secret, the one thing that would tear him up inside, and then would lead him to his doom, as the heartless would take his heart, and turn him into one of them, but who is that one person really going to be, with every heartless there is a nobody created, and probably this nobody would either be like the rest and just be a mindless robot, only to exist to be deleted, or a special kind of nobody who would have a mind of its own.. Well that is what kind of nobody I am, I am number XII of a special group of nobodies, we are called Organization XV and our goals are unknown, why we exist is a mystery, but our purpose for existing is to take revenge of those whom we once adored, and make them feel the sorrow that we had to endure our entire lifespan, I am Syntrax, I am a nobody, a being not meant to exist, but defying the odds and making sure that I make my presence known to all.

However all of this did not begin here, it began the moment my original being was turned into a heartless, it all began to the point where I am was noticed by a certain amount of people, and it will all end with those same amount of people, the people I like to call my friends, the member’s of Organization XV.

Part III: Arrival of Discovery

It had to have been a while since these thoughts popped into my head, why do I exist, and if I am here, what could be my fate. Those thoughts ran through my head, as some memories of my time as an apprentice of Ansem the wize. During that time I remembered some good times. Like for one I discovered that he cared dearly about his research, and to protect us he hid his research. That is the last memory I have of my former self, perhaps it is the only memory I have of him, or maybe all of these fragments I have of my past self is better left forgotten. Nevertheless, as I depart these fragments of my former self’s past, I have came to the discovery that I am a nobody, a leftover being due to the research of my former master, thus I am probably better left forgotten, so that no one remembers me; that is the arrival of my discovery.. The discovery of my existence

Part IV: The Two-Sided Curse

After countless nights with these nobodies, I have came to another discovery, the true meaning behind my brief moments of my hidden powers. It was seen by others that I have a talent for manipulating and producing all types of energy, but I yet learn to control it, after even studying the nobodies with similar abilities, I have yet learn to control these powers of mine, even with special training against these nobodies, I have yet to control the power I possess. But thankfully there was a breakthrough in my hard training, a mysterious person whom did not introduce themselves to me, nor did they talk; all they did was give me a letter explaining that the power I have inside of me, and my will to control it was with me all of this time. How foolish of me, I thought that the secret was to train countless hours, but the only secret was to believe in myself and look deep within… So I did just that, and there it was, the power of Aura, the manipulation and production energy was there at my grasp. What was I to do next, with this power, what good would it be, if I didn’t have a weapon to help me use it properly, and that is when out of nowhere this new powers of mine, forged me a new weapon. A double sided blade, yearning the essence of my energy, this is the perfect weapon for me.

Being weeks of having my power awakened, my weapon forged, but I yet to claim a title for myself. So again I found myself confused more than ever, I have such great power, a glorious weapon; yet I don’t have a title to clarify my power, but that is when I just remembered the production of energy can sometimes be a blessing and also a curse all at the same time. The power of aura, a manipulator and a productor all in one. So it came to me, with my weapon being a two-sided blade, and the power of energy being a blessing and a curse, I took the only title that declared my significance; The Two-Sided Curse. Such a title fitted me so.

Part V: The Complete of Nothing

Ah my life story such a sad thing it is, I mean come on how much has been revealed, I lost my heart, became this nobody that is forever scarred with no heart, I have lost all sanity of life, and now I am just an empty shell without feelings or a conscious. How must I live on if all I feel is nothing. Well to answer that question I must find myself. What exactly is “myself” and what kind of secrets am I hiding from myself, to answer that I will have look deeper within myself, deeper than I have ever been. To the point in which I remember all of the sorrow I went through before I abandoned the name Syatran. But when exactly was that, how exactly could I remember something that I don’t remember even experiencing. This is a truly confusing time for me, no memory of living it, yet I remember some moment in which I lived one special moment with a special someone. But how could this be, am I just hallucinating, or am is this something that has been with me all along. Honestly this is could be my mind playing jokes on me.. Cause as far as my feelings are concerned I don’t have no previous memory of this, and thus this will be the Completion of Nothing, and nothing more; cause just like the air we breathe all nobody’s are destined to disappear along with that very air.



- Personality: The way that Syntrax acts is kind of similar to the way his somebody acted, curious, yet distant from others. He is considered what the other members of the organization call “outcast”. Let’s take a moment to review on what exactly an outcast is. It has been said that an outcast is a reject of a group, but Syntrax is in a group, or an organization as it’s called. But just the way he acts towards others, is quite odd; he usually just stays away from the commotion that occurs within the organization, whether it be an argument of some sort, or a lesser nobody causing the group trouble; Syntrax tends to distant himself from the group. If he is told to go on a group mission; he sometimes refuses, but if it is a matter concerning the key blade, or something like that; he gets the urge to go along with his “mates”. So overall, Syntrax could be a team player, but if there isn’t anything in it for him; he usually just stays in his part of the stronghold waiting for a situation to arise that will concern him, or his needs.

Element/Attribute:the element that syntax controls the manipulation and production of pure energy, or simply known to others as aura. It is the calling of natural energy from within the soul. It has many variations, it can all or no forms. This element comes from the energy that Syntrax holds within him, it is something only he can control, or fall to; depending on how strong his willpower is. Why is it measured by his willpower, well to use one’s energy you must have a strong will to wield that energy, so in order to use that energy; Syntrax is required to have a strong will. This is the perfect element for Syntrax.

Abilities:* Magic:

Well Syntrax seems to have the basic control of Energy, thus he can generate that into many form of magic, even though it is not determined or proven what kinds of magic exactly, it is proven that when he calls upon these magic’s they are quite powerful, even for his own nature. It might not be normal for him, but still when he resorts to this option of attacking, his opponent better be forewarned that if he does resort to this, then they will have a tough time getting past his magic attacks. Also on a side note these magics are used as any form, or can be projected into any shape, form, or particle.

Other Energy Based Abilities:
1.)

This is the simple ability of small energy particles from within the body of Syntrax. The way he does this is by barely tapping into his power, and he sends particles of energy flying at his opponents, not many. Hell there is only about 10-20 particles that get fired.

2.) This is a slightly stronger ability then the first one, but surely way, way different in many levels. This ability is like as some would say “Protection”, but it is not like that much, just the form it takes. This form that this ability is fired in is the form of a clone of Syntrax, yup you heard right, a clone of pure energy.

3.) Slightly stronger than the previous two abilities, and this one is surely better to execute in terms of how to prepare for it. The way that Syntrax does this one is he gathers a bit more energy from his body, and transfers it into his hands and feet. So every time he attacks, there is a ounce of pure energy in each punch, and kick.

- Lesser Nobodies/Summons*:Striker
Unique Nobody lv1:
The most common follow of this type of nobody,it is about half the size of Syntrax, a peach-gray color for its exterior of its skin. Two arms, that have twin blades on top and bottom of the hand. Legs that are tan in color, bulky and muscular in presence. A fox-shaped head, mostly the ears. The head is strangely shaped indeed, sort of two long ovals on top of a wide neck. The nobody emblem is along the thighs on a dark peach armor plate, and the emblem comes in a common silver-whitish color.

Unique Nobody lv2:
Just like the previous level, this one is same size, but slightly bulkier, and the head is shaped more like a human’s head, but the shape of the ears are the same. The nobody gains eyes, small circular eyes, a grey color, you know like a dusk gray color. The rest from the previous level is still there, the armor plate, everything.

Unique Nobody lv3:
Alright this level of the Striker nobody is completely different then the previous two levels. While the last two levels have had similar looks in appearance, and body features, this level is different in all areas. The color of its exterior, is a dark red color, the emblem is moved to its right arm, and the head.. ha-ha the head is now shaped like a dragon’s head, with the ears now pointed horizontally, and to add even more the legs, hell the height is like almost doubled. This level of the striker is like almost the same height of Syntrax. Instead of two claw-like swords attached to the end of each hand of this one, there are 10 miniture blades along the body of this one. Five of those blades reside in a hidden section along its rib cage where only in a last attempt to survive, the blades will shoot out like energy blasts, but they do not shoot at the opponent right away, or even a while after being released, instead these five blades line up on the back and one by one the striker grabs one and uses it as a normal weapon. As for the remaining five they are scattered all over the body, two inserted into each elbow, two in the side of each leg, and the final one in the middle of the back.

Unique Nobody lv4:
Level four is by far the most impressing form of Striker, cause this one and level five are the only ones to use or tap into something similar to Syntrax’s powers. With incredible speed, advanced defense, great endurance, and outstanding strength. Well with the basics covered, the appearance of this form of striker must be explained. With incredible features, as seen in his body appearance. The color of its body is a light black/ silver,and with touches of red throughout the entire body. The arms represent the night moon color, and the legs are the same shade of color as its silver skin. Colorful indeed, and to what will the armor plates color be, heh well it is a good black color, not no light shade of it, a normal shade of black, nothing unusual of that. However, except for the normal weaponry; which consists of just a large Broadswoed, that is powered by a small amount of energy. This is just like .004% of the total power that lays inside of syntax, but this is more than enough to give the nobody good power, and along with its great stats, this provides a grand warrior of a minion.

Unique Nobody lv5: This form of this nobody is quite different then the previous levels. As seen from the privious levles, the Striker nobody has been seen to advance in looks, but still keeping a general trait, however, the fifth and final level is quite different, no level’s what so ever, and it is hinted that is takes upon a completely different shape. While yes it does remain somewhat of the same nature, the powers and abilities are much more different then the first four levels. This last level is so chaotic, that it needs to hide its powers, sort of in a way like Syntrax. Tall and mighty, probably twice the height of Syntrax, this level is at the same strength as Syntrax when he is at half strength. The looks of this final level, is as said completely different, no armor, not even a shape of clothing, just a hard outer shell which shows its own muscle physique. Long,muscular arms that flow in a 25 inch length, as for the claws, which are its main function of attacking. Well not as much of claws, but long, dense bones that come out of the wrist, long, and curved, but that is only on one arm, on the other, is quite different because that arm is the arm which has the pure energy essence in it. Sort of a side blade that when swung in any direction, all forms of Energy manifestation is possible, but that is not the only way of calling upon the energy powers it possess. The other way is by the emblem on it’s chest, sort of taking the form of a zigzag. To use that as a form of attacking, the lesser nobody has to at least wait for it to flash, and orb of energy will shoot out randomly, but when completed flashing, the emblem shoots out a massive beam of energy, that can prove to bring great damage to the person on the receiving end.

The rest of the nobody is actually quite normal, head is pretty wide and is covered with a steel armor plate, and seen through is the black eyes that brings fear to many people. As for the legs, well they are pretty bulk and muscular, not much to say about them.


Weaponry:

1.) The first weapon that Syntrax uses, is the energy he has control of, surely a valuable weapon indeed. He can shape this into any form, or use it in any form of weaponry.

2.) . The other is a solid object that resembles his element, but not entirely. This weapon is a double-sided blade, co-existing with energy, being fused with energy, and to be a glourous weapon, in which is the color of the energy that was used to craft it. The appearance of this double sided blade is a mix of light blue and white. The center piece or the handle of this marvelous weapon is light blue with a touch of pure energy radiating in the center of the handle, and out on both sides of the handle are two idenicle blades connected to the handle, and they are simple glowing with the aura that is controlled by Syntrax, and as it continues to do that, the weapon keeps on to get stronger.


Clothing and Equipment:*See PD above

Media:*(Optional)
- Character Themes and Videos:

Theme songs:

YouTube - Mad World - Gary Jules

YouTube - Manowar - Die With Honor [ AMV ]

Battle Songs:

YouTube - Silverstein - If You Could See Into My Soul

YouTube - Silverstein: Bleeds No More

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You're platinum and still double posted?? You could have just edited, or like posted that template and then put what you said in the other post in it, and thus deleted it.