Kasake vs. The Muarader (this is going to be messy)

[Diluted.Past]

oi, what have i gotten myself in this time?

well, im learning this new thing called "rp Battles", and The Maurader has agreed to help me out by.... for the lack of a better word "owning" me :)

setting: a futuristic setting, in a place called Ashen. The buildings are tall, gleaming in the light of the sun. the buildings are black, the streets are cobblestone. theres a little wind in the distance, and a storm going on, but its VERY far away. like towards the end of the battle away >.> xD. there are pedestrians going about there business, and one of the buildings is having reconstruction done on it. its sunny, going on till night. i think thats it. tell me what ya think TM

rules:
Literacy is a must
romance =/-what the hell?!
no really short posts
no godmodding and powerplaying
swearing is allowed
have fun! :o

judges:
-xXxCloud
- Seirio
- Silent One
- Riku's Dawn
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can add more =/

The Muarader i challenange you!!

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name- Kasake Uniah
age - About 2000 years now, though as his race hardly age, he looks about 25
race- incubus-kitsune

weapon-
Shadows deceit- a powerful weapon handed down in the Kitsune lineage. The shape of the weapon is a black, curved masumane, its length 5 feet. The hilt of the blade is pure silver, embroidered with black diamonds. The weapon is a curious one, as it has its own illusion to it. The weapon changes to whatever weapon the opponent is afraid of the most, so this is a most versatile weapon. It can look like a scythe, a living blade, anything but a bow. Being a part of the kitsune lineage, the weapon also has another feature, only a kitsune can use. Whenever the user wills it, the weapon will break off into 9 snakelike blades, every one of them having a mind of their own. Each snake blade being about 10 feet long, A tribute to the nine-tailed Fox it would seem.

Powers-
Soul manipulation- Being the incubus that he is, he has lived for centuries, feeding off the souls of another. This has given him a particularly strong soul, strong enough to radiate a dark aura around him. He has mastered this aura around him, enough so that he can bend it around any limb on his body, making a sort of pressurized aura around them. The aura is forced unto the limb, where it gains a shape, most likely a weapon of sorts, other times Kasake will just make extensions of his own hands and feet. Being a manifestation of his own soul energy, they are almost unbreakable, providing both an attack and a defense. Although they are an extension of the limbs, whenever they take extreme damage, his soul is the one that takes the beating.

Fire manipulation- the kitsune inside of him always shows itself somehow, and this is one of the ways. The fire that burns inside him is of a supernatural caliber, making them slightly stronger than most fires. When combined with soul manipulation, the fire acts as if it has a mind of its own, targeting the opponent until it gives out.

Transformation- 1 of 2 things the kitsune and the incubus have in common, transformation. Through his exceptional heritage, he is able to change into any race, man or woman, adult or child. Used for sexual purposes mostly, it helps in combat around bustling street curbs and crowded areas, giving Kasake some breathing room.

Soul steal- The second trait both creatures have in common, If you ever touch Kasake's hands, and he wills it, your soul energy will be drained. This is not a factor when you touch his soul's manifestation of his hands, but only when you come in contact with his real limbs. The process can go rapidly or slowly, depending on the Kasake's mood. When in pleasure, the process stops to a crawl, however when in a frenzy the process can take only seconds.

appearance- his appearance varies from form to form, although he does have a standby.He has a slim build and stands at about 5"11, although frail to the eye, one must not be deceived. His hair is completely black, which run down all the way to his eyes. The most of the top and backside are spiked, except the front. The front cover his left eye, giving a mysterious look to his face. His eyes are particular, both being a different color, one a metallic silver and the other a blood red. His skin is white, or at least the skin you can see, as most of him is covered in a black Japanese business top. The top goes all the way from his neck to his waist, ending in an untucked manner. Underneath it, is a white shirt, with black Japanese symbols covering his left shoulder, going down to his waist. Though not seen often, his belt is a black one, his name embroidered in silver letters on the side. His pants are black, multiple pockets lining the sides. In one, a chain runs down, a single charm hanging by it. The charm is a black and silver phoenix. His shoes are standard military boots, caked with mud, used for running.

Personality- though most people say he is a warm gentle fellow, that wouldn't hurt anyone unless he had to. These people are fools, consumed by their own lust that they would say anything to have him. His real nature is quite sadistic, torturing anyone that crosses his path, mentally as well as physically. Some call him insane, the ones that know the truth, as he is. These people don't live to see the light of day after uttering those words though, mysteriously disappearing, found days later in some horrid contraption. Although whenever he wants to, he can play the gentleman for a lady, which is where they get his gentle side from.

Bio-
The incubus, a mythical creature so shrouded in mystery, that they are almost invisible. The kitsune, the legend of the nine-tailed fox, no not just a legend, reality. What would happen, when these mythical beasts met, possibly in their transformed forms? What would become, if they fell in love? Though this question in itself, has never been answered completely, one thing has become of it. Kasake Uniah, a hybrid of both beasts, a truly powerful creature. His childhood however, was marked with trials and challenges no mortal could face.

As soon as the beasts found out what they really were, they left each other, leaving the seemingly human kid for death. The only thing they left behind was a tag, it bore the words Kasake Uniah. Living on the streets a week, the boy was on the verge of death, it would have happened if it wasn't for a caring mother. Her name, as with her husband, aren't important, as they only took him to the local shelter. It was enough though, and Kasake was grew to the age of 6, when they thought it was about time for him to be able to venture through the city he was situated in. As he went about his travels, he couldn't help but notice that whatever he touched got weaker somehow. This became the case when a girl that liked him, aggravated him over the edge. As he pushed her to the side, her soul was consumed by his power, her body falling limply to the side. As soon as that happened, Kasake took off running, knowing whatever happened would be traced to him somehow. There was an entire investigation on the girls mysterious death, but no one ever found out what exactly happened, as far as they could tell, she had died from a broken heart...

This is just one of the mysterious deaths that will circle the life of Kasake Uniah...

As time went by, the investigation faded out of existence, though branded into Kasake's memory forever. It had been 3 years now, now being an 11 year old out on the streets, afraid of everything around him. Scared of what he could do, he went to seek help anyway he could. This path led him to a medium, or psychic, who was told to have had contact with the highest level of demons. The medium, Lady Kala, as she called herself, lived in a shack on the outskirts of the city. As he came to her, he felt something, something dark, as he walked inside the old shack. Taking a look at the rags around her, the fake jewelry, and the horrible stench coming off her body, he immediately knew she was a fake, or did a very nice impression of one anyway. Telling her of his past experience, she surmised that he was of mythical birth, and the only thing to do was to chop the hands off, she said with a cynical glaze cast on her eyes. Trying to run, but caught by her long spider-like fingers, she managed to catch the boy on his leg. Putting a chain on his wrists, preventing his escape, she sharpened a butcher knife in front of the frightened boy. As she raised it above her head, Kasake couldn't take it anymore, and opened his hands palms outstretched toward the medium. As soon as he did this, a stream of flame went out of his hands, catching the medium in her legs, burning her flesh to ashes instantly. As she fell to the ground, mortally wounded, Kasake felt a new feeling come over him, a feeling of hatred, no that wasn't it. Control. Reaching his hands to the medium, he placed his hands right on her forehead, taking her soul almost immediately. With the medium gone, he had to find a way out of the trap he was in, or face death by hunger. Looking around, he saw that the butcher knife landed close to the mediums head, piercing the neck, a stream of blood steadily pouring out of her. Reaching, he grabbed it, and was able to get out alive.

One thing ran through his mind over and over again as he walked back to the city, what did the medium mean when she said that he was of mythical birth, he wondered. Walking over a cliff, he was able to see his city in full view, it was beautiful.

If only he knew what he would do to it one day...

As the years past, Kasake learned to fend for himself, stealing whenever it was convenient or pleasurable. One theft however, and everyone knew his name. He became the talk of the city, everyone feared him, even tried to kill him many times. One faithful day, he walked through the market, a bustling burb of commotion, where he hoped he wouldn't be seen. As luck would have it however, he was seen, and a mob quickly formed chasing after him. As he dodged the mob, he made a wrong turn into a dead end. Not knowing what to do, he closed his eyes and wished that he was someone else, anyone else. Hearing the mob come, he opened his eyes, raising his hands to give up. the mob turned when they saw him, and immediately took off, apparently still looking for him. He was amazed, he had gotten out of that unscathed. They didn't even notice him. Looking down, he saw that he wasn't wearing his regular clothes, in fact he had on an entirely different pair. Looking for his old clothes, and wondering how these got on him, he rubbed his head to take off the sweat. Feeling his hands that were not his, he became hysterical, thinking he was going crazy. Finding a mirror, he saw that he was not himself, literally. His entire face was different, he had different eyes, different nose, everything. Trying to figure out how he did this, he remembered that he had wished for it, just before the mob came to him. Trying to reenact the moment, he closed his eyes and wished to become himself again. Once he opened his eyes, he saw that it had worked, he was himself. Laughing at his new- found power, he remembered what that medium told him a long time ago. He immediately went to the library, reading up on mythical beasts as much as he could.

A year past, and he finally found what he was looking for. Reading up on the powers of the mythical beasts, he concluded he was in fact one of them. Taking the names of all the mythical beasts that shared his powers, he went on an adventure to find as much as he could. As he went about his travels, he couldn't help himself when he was around the ladies, getting them to come with him to his bed whenever he wanted company. and much more. Though he left unscathed from his one-night stands, the women he was with all seemed to die mysterious deaths, though no markings were left upon them. Finding all but the incubus and the kitsune on his travels, he surmised that one of them were his parents. As the years past, he trained his skills in fire and transformation, allowing him to manipulate and even create fire in his palms. His transformation skills were unmatched either, his skills allowing him to change any part of his body in a blink of an eye.

On one of his training days, he saw someone watching him manipulate fire, though he ran off before Kasake got a good look at him. Determined to keep his abilites a secret he hunted him down, finding the man in a dark cave. When he found him, them an was halfway through becoming another person, telling Kasake that he wasn't of this world. Manipulating fire around him, he asked for a reason why he shouldn't kill him at the spot. The man explained on how he was his true father, how he couldn't keep him because of what his mother really was. At this, Kasake went into a fury, placing his hands on his fathers eyes, gouging them out. As he was uttering his last breath, he told kasake that he will find his mother on the miles from this place, in a town called Hiesengart. After saying this, his body fell to the ground, almost immediately consumed by the fire. He had taken his fathers words, and began his search for his mom.

All he had to go by was a picture of his father and a woman, who was clutching a baby in her hands....

Getting to hiezengart, he quickly shoed the picture to anyone that would look, and behold, someon knew instantly who she was. The woman led her to a vast estate, at the top of the hill, with a garden flowing with beautiful flowers. Reaching the door, he showed him inside where she asked why she wanted to see her. Immediately, he placed his hands on her head, taking her soul, before venturing inside the manor. Finding all the rooms empty, he reached the final door, which was locked. Smiling to himself, he blasted the door apart, and walked inside, where he found the woman that was in the photo. When she saw him, she smiled, telling him to sit down. He did this, and she began telling him about the story around his life, about his heritage and his fathers heritage, and why they couldn't be together. As she told him this, she pulled out a package wrapped in linen cloth, telling him that he would need this in the future. Unwrapping it, he saw that it was a sword, a mighty one at that. She explained the nature of the sword, Shadows Deceit, and what it could do. As the meeting came to a close, she told him that he could visit anytime, and turned her back towards her. As he looked at the sword and at his mother, the same feeling came over him when he was with his dad. Fuming, he grabbed her by the neck, determined to kill her for what had become of him. At the same moment that her neck snapped, he took her soul, now being one with his father and mother. Feeling their power inside of them, his aura began to radiate, a dark aura, an evil aura. focusing he was able to control it, like with his other powers. and set off into the world.

Returning to his hometown, he became accustomed to the night-life, sleeping with girls almost every night. He wasn't afraid of doing a little homicide every now and then, if the pay was good. As he became older,though he didnt look it, he was almost 100 years old now, still only looking 20. As the years became decades, and the decades became centuries, he had mastered all his powers. Amplified them a hundred times over from when he first got them. His favorite became his soul manipulation, using the aura around him as a weapon. With the aura he got from his perants, and everyone he killed it was practically invincible.

The centuries passed, and he saw many of his lovers fade out of existence, causing him to fall into a deep depression. As the depression grew, it slowly consumed him, first his mind, then his heart. He didn't care for anyones life anymore, he wanted to see it all end, as he saw many times in his life. Glad to see that the cliff in his childhood was still there, he manipulated his fire into reality, and showered his city into ashes, killing millions of people. The city fallen into ruin, he walked away, searching for more people to kill, and more souls to take. Using his soul energy, he was able to construct himself a ship, strong enough to take him to different worlds. That's exactly what he did, he sailed to many worlds and killed off millions more, taking each of their souls.

As he sailed he met an opponent, one that could have rivaled his own power, but thats a story for another time....

song- "Red Flag” billy talent

[Chris]

Ill judge :D this should be a cool match.

[The Marauder]

Accepted. Template is forthcoming. I am hoping we can get a broad spectrum of judges in case we do need them, which I hope we will. :)

[Diluted.Past]

all right, il expand the judges list then =) each one of them gets a cookie too!

[Chris]

ZOMG COOKIE YAY!!!! *gobbles up cookie* erm..i mean...-shifty-

*acts all professional*

[Chris]

We mess you at the RP topic diluted come back =O

[The Marauder]

Three questions before I put up the template:

Soul Steal - Am I correct in assuming it only works in skin-to-skin contact with Kasake's hands?
Transformation - Is this a complete and perfect metamorphosis, meaning that no-one can see through it, or can one wise in the ancient arts find a discrepancy?
Shadows Deceit - The same question I asked above applies to this questio nwith regard to the fear-inducing ability. Also, when the blade splits, is it unable to take its previous form? If so, does it do so automatically or must the wielder gather the snake-like pieces of the weapon and recombine them?

[Seirio]

Ill be the judge,oh and TM,when are we going to do that Saldor RP?

[Diluted.Past]

1) yes soul steal is only skin to skin contact only
2) ummm, he can change to anything he wants, everything changes, except his soul, and his powers if thats what your askin (tooo...many.. big words -.-")
3) the blade changes to whatever the enemy thinks is most frightful, though may not be affected by it. also yes when the blade splits, it can change back to its original form at kasakes will.

:D

[The Marauder]

Aight, let me rephrase this to the important points...

1: Hands only?
2 and 3: Can it (The illusion of shape-changing) be seen through by a wise being?

[Chris]

Marauder, using an illusionist RP battler, i can tell you that it depends on the story really...Im pretty sure by his description you can find out .

Example, some guy broke my illusion using will power once, and then i focused all my power, and well, the only way to break it would be to surrender his free will. You will learn it as you go along.

[Diluted.Past]

1) yes hands only
2) no he wont be able to as he actually changes into the person, not an illusion or anything, but his soul stays the same
3) im sure a wise person would be able to see through it -.-" a really wise person

[The Marauder]

Lol xXxCloud... If this weren't a learning thread, I would flame you to hell and back right now, but seeing as this is the case, I shall be kind. I wish to clarify these things because there is a very rare instance in which someone can disquise themselves or a weapon fully, virtually morphing it into something new. The vast majority of such abilities (99.999YouGetTheDrift%), however, simply change the appearance of said object to seem different. In this majority of cases, the illusion can be seen through in certain circumstances.

Please don't preach to me about learning. :) I wish for everyone reading this to learn, and thus telling me such things is redundant. Thank you for the clarification, DP. I will have my template up shortly.

[Seirio]

Eh,being ignored,thats pretty much usual to me.Anyways like I said before,when are we going to have that Saldor RP and I shall be a judge.

[The Marauder]

Name: Dunjay Talkesh

Race: Seiron

Age: 24

Appearance: Five layers of robes serve as an armor for Dunjay. The robes are all pure white with a regal silver lining. Two blade holsters rest on either side of the long sleeved robe, holding the blades on each end of his glass chain, Vajra. An electrical trail can faintly be seen streaming around and through his body, showing his immense thunderous power. Dunjay has long brown hair, bright green eyes, and a clearly defined face. Standing six and a half feet tall, he is tall and slim. Dunjay wears no gloves so as not to restrict his powers of teleportation.

Personality: Dunjay is usually lighthearted and joyful, but is full of resolve in times of need. Determined and motivated by his passions, few things (and people) can stand in his way when he is on a mission. When angered, he keeps his cool and acts as rationally as ever. Still, Dunjay keeps an upbeat attitude under normal circumstances. He always seems to have a joke up his sleeve, and tends to make fun of even the most grim situations.

Bio: Long ago, two immensely powerful mages erected a shield around the realm os Saldor to block out the evils of the outside universe. These two mages were Dunjay Talkesh and Arelyn Saiymeth, legends of their time. Soon, their passion for their homeland became a passion for eachother, and they had a single male child. Their intentions in raising the shield were to ensure eternal peace for Saldor, but their good intentions had bad consequences. In their bloodthirst and greed, the people of Saldor began quarreling amongst themselves. Two rival nations arose, the Dregklar Empire and the Iron coalition. As the tension between the two nations increased, a bloody civil war erupted. Dunjay and Arelyn, who had joined the Iron Coalition, were captured by Dregklar forces and executed. Their child was taken into the care of three friends of theirs, and carried on the family name. For thousands upon thousands of years since that time, the two dominant powers of the realm of Saldor have been at war. Somehow, the Talkesh family line survived through the ages, even though the death toll of the war passed into uncountable figures. 24 years ago, another Talkesh was born, and was given the name of Dunjay. He was the son of two proud mages, but he was to never know his parents. Only four months after his birth, they were both killed during a raid conducted by the Dregklar Empire. Dunjay was taken in by a mage in the Coalition's Army who trained him in the atr of magic. Still, Dunjay was never able to cast spells. Instead he developed a knack for manipulating electricity, which he first used to turn the lights in the capitol dome on and off. Needless to say, he was a handful when he was a child, but was tolerated. At the age of 16, Dunjay's talent for electricity manipulation was so profound that he was made Archmage of the Iron Coalition. As a political position, being Archmage gave Dunjay the power to avenge the deaths of his parents. Still, he fulfilled his duty justly and did not try to end any vandettas. A year later, he moved to his own apartment in Minos, the capital city of the Iron Coalition. At 19, he embarked on a quest to end the war and lower the shield surrounding Saldor. Developing a new ability of teleportation on the way, he also made friends with new companions. Among these companions was Vannah Olwyn, who Dunjay developed a romantic interest in. After an extensive quest, Dunjay killed Emperor Kufar, the leader of the Dregklar Empire. With Vannah, he lowered the shield around Saldor, completing his life goal. Upon returning to Minos, Dunjay was greeted as a king. After the overthrow of Kufar, the people of Saldor wanted to reform the Iron Coalition into the Second Kingdom of Saldor. Dunjay became king by popular demand, and soon after married Vannah. The two have now ruled Saldor for over four years, and an age of peace has begun. Still, old habits die hard, and Dunjay has stuck with a rigorous training schedule. Throughout this period of peace in the Kingdom, Dunjay has made time to travel to various lands, battling many great and powerful foes.

Weapon: Vajra, A glass battle chain forged by Dunjay himself. To construct his mighty weapon, Dunjay had his servants collect the purest white sand from the farthest reaches of Saldor. With the help of his etheral ancestor of the same name, Dunjay forged this sand into chain links using his own lightning. Infused with the element of electricity, the chain can not only cunduct it, but also produce it. After Vajra was formed, Dunjay called forth a council of the most renowned sages in the kingdom, many of which were also good friends of his. These sages etched an inscription into the glass surface which reads, "This weapon, Vajra the impartial smiter, shall be wielded only by the most virtuous of all men: Dunjay Talkesh. The body of this weapon shall not shatter by the means of any other, nor by the means of lesser magical energies. The stroke of this trammel shall be the gravamen of the attack, and all touched shall be sundered." Vajra is not all looks, for as far as anyone know, the chain is indeed indestructible. As mentioned above, Dunjay always uses the chain in conjunction with his magical abilities.

Special Abilities: Dunjay's main offensive power and passion is his manipulation of electricity. From sparks of static to magnificent lightning bolts, Dunjay has the ability to amplify and absorb electricity in all of its forms. Although he cannot cast spells of any type, Dunjay is able to summon electricity as if from nowhere. When electrostatic energy passes through him, he can absorb it at will - no matter what the source is. In addition to his unsurpassed control over electricity, Dunjay has the ability to teleport. This ability is not limited only to himself, as he can teleport anything he is touching, including other people. Teleportation drains his stamina, but he has increased this through endurance training, so teleporting himself has little effect on Dunjay. Problems arise, however, when Dunjay attempts to teleport large masses. As a general rule, the larger the mass, or the longer the distance; the more teleportation drains Dunjay's stamina. Dunjay's final ability lies in his bloodline. Somehow, he can recall knowledge and memories of past ancestors with his name. This power is still very mysterious to Dunjay himself, and is not controlled willfully, but as the need arises.

Theme Song: Sandstorm by Darude



OOC: We need a setting before we may begin. Feel free to ask any questions about Dunjay.