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~~Jack London~~ · February 11th, 2007, 11:46 PM

I've been working on this character for a while and he still isn't finished. And since my other battle isn't going very fast I needed another one so that I can really test him out.

So, this is an open challenge to anyone... as long as they know what the hell they're doing. I don't want one liners.

However, theres a few rules I want to go over before you accept this challenge.

1) If you're busy don't bother fighting me.
2) If you're not going to post at least once a week don't bother.
3) This is a melee match, but, IF you want, your character may have some magic. Just...keep it to a down low.
4) I know, my character has magic, but if yours doesn't I'll be happy not to use them. It'll be purely melee if this is the case.
5) The battle will end after we've each made 15 IC posts. Then it will go to the judges to decide the winner.
6) Do NOT spam this thread. You either accept my challenge and post a template or be a judge. THATS IT. If you have any questions just PM me. I'am really not in the mood to deal with a$$holes so please.. don't annoy me. If you spam I'll see to it that a mod deletes your post(s).
7) Normal challenge section rules apply. If you don't know them, get out..
8) Have fun ^^

Judges:

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Heres my template. Keep in mind, he is not finished.

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Name: Taryn Wanderer

Alias: Broken Circle.

Age: Over 700 (looks about 19 or 20)

Gender: Dude

Personality: The first thing that should be known about Taryn is that he never shows how he is feeling or what he is thinking. Most of the time, he simply smiles at the sight of danger, but whenever he is deep in thought his face remains expressionless. He has the attitude that gives people the impression that he sees life as a game and nothing more. However, he is never rude to anyone, especially women. When it comes to women, he acts like a gentleman. He treats every woman he meets like a princess, always complimenting them or flatters them in any other possible way, regardless of what they think of him or how they treat him. In fact, to fight a woman in battle is one of his greatest weaknesses. He has met many women in his life and has come to realize that every woman in this world is beautiful in some way. He does not believe in the word “ugly” when it comes to a girl.

However, there is a side of him; a serious side of him, which he usually keeps secret from people he doesn’t know too well. Acting like his intelligence is lower than his age of appearance is a strategy he uses very often to fool his enemies, and people in general, into thinking that he is harmless and underestimate him. He is, in fact, very intelligent. He just chooses not to show it. Taryn never lets an insult get to him, nor does he ever want to show to his enemies that he is hurt or weakened in any way. His pride is strong.

Appearance:

Face~ Taryn’s hair is long and straight, reaching all the way down to his tail bone. His hair is a very dark shade of blue and is very soft and silky. His nose and his chin are smaller than average, for a guy, which makes him look like a real pretty boy. Most of the time, there is at least a tiny smile upon his face. If not, than it is simply calm. However, he rarely frowns, if ever.

Without his smile, Taryn would look like the most depressed and hurt person you’d ever see. The reason for this is probably because of his eyes. They are a light shade of gray, with a hint of an ocean blue color. His eyes are never completely open; his eye lids are always a little over halfway open. They look casual, most of the time. There are times when his eyes actually look lively, but they are rare.

Body~ Taryn has very strong arms, and they look it too. However, they are not so big that it looks as if he were on steroids. They are built in a way that warriors could tell that he wasn’t weak whilst women still find it attractive. Though, his arms are built, his hands look as if they don’t match it. Not that his hands are too small, but they look gentler rather than something that could crush things easily. He has a well built and slender torso, and his legs are quite built as well, but they stay looking slim, unlike the rest of his body.

Attire/Armor~ …Just look at the pic below.

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Race: Human

Primary Weapon:

Little Dragon~ A spear-like weapon, with a fifteen inch blade attached to a pole, the pole itself being about five feet tall. It is a very light weapon, making it easy for him to wield and to carry it along his back. The pole and the sheath, for the blade, have a grayish color while the sheath has a gold insignia of a dragon. He has a specially made bag, which is in the shape of a pole, which he carries along his back so that he can put Little Dragon in when he is traveling.

Taryn had obtained this weapon just a few years ago, by defeating the man who had wielded it. The man had, apparently, been destroying cities and innocent people all over the place for nearly two years. Without even finding out what the man’s name was, Taryn killed him. It wasn’t easy, however. Little Dragon had the ability to absorb magical attacks and energy. With all the magic that the weapon had obtained in the two years that the man had been wielding it, he was able to use it to launch magic attacks at his enemies.

Most of the weapon’s energy had been depleted that day, and its origin still remains a mystery as well as its true power. The only thing that Taryn knows about the weapon is that it can absorb magic and use it against its enemies as well. Whenever elemental attacks are launched at him, Little Dragon absorbs the magic that was used to launch the element at him and condensed into small molecules of energy, depending on how large the initial attack is, leaving the element itself much weaker than it was when it was launched. This is how magical energy is absorbed in general.

Though, he rarely used the magic within the weapon against his enemies. It’s more of a last resort for him. Since he does not know the origin of this weapon or what its true power is; he saves the absorbed magic for something truly important…

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Secondary Weapon:

Defender~ A Bow made out of steel, with two, twelve inch, blades on each side (bottom and top, while being held vertically.). It is a unique bow, which can be used as a melee weapon as well. His quiver, able to hold fifty arrows, has the name of the bow written on it, upon a metal plate. The arrows that he uses to fire at his enemies are very sharp and can pierce someone’s flesh with ease.

Abilities: Ever since he had obtained Little Dragon, he had learned how to manipulate the magic that was kept within the blade. He could use it to enhance his melee attacks, by channeling it into the blade or into the tips of arrows. He could also launch the magic toward a target in forms of discs or just about anything he chooses. He can manipulate the magic into forms of shields or barriers to protect him from attacks and, of course, much more. However, he was taught a certain technique of magic manipulation, which he always found to be interesting no matter how good he got at it.

Thread Magic~ Whenever Taryn manipulates the magic out of Little Dragon; it comes out in the form of thin threads. Each thread is very durable, in fact, it is almost impossible to actually break or cut it, regardless of how thin it is. He can manipulate how sharp the edges of the threads can be and their movement. These threads can grab onto virtually anything and will be pulled by Little Dragon’s absorption.

Bio: (Very brief, but Incomplete)

Taryn was born in a time when everyone had lived in poverty. As a young boy, he had the lives of his parents upon his shoulders; their lives were depended upon the success of the farm. His parents had a deadly disease, which they had gotten when Taryn was about eight years of age. Ever since then, he had been working very hard to try to take care of them and find a way to cure them of the disease.

Whenever he had free time, Taryn would go outside and practice martial arts. Of course, he couldn’t afford a real weapon; he made his own spear by taking a large branch, from a tree, and carving it until it was smooth and clean. He never really got to actually fight someone and test his skill, but he never really mattered to him at the time.

When he was ten years of age, both his parents died on the same day. His mother’s last words were that she wanted him to live his life to the fullest and to be happy. Many hours after his parents had died; a voice could be heard within his mind. He did not know who this voice was nor where it was coming from, but, whoever it was; it seemed to be trying to make a deal with him.

“I can bring your parents back, but you have to do something for me as well.” The voice told him. Taryn listened intently, feeling as if he would do anything to bring them back. But he was surprised to find out that the voice wanted him to kill hundreds to thousands of innocent people in order for his parents to be reincarnated. At first, he didn’t want to do it, but, as if he had no control of his thoughts for a moment, he had agreed to his terms.

The next morning he found a large pole-arm beside him, with the number 666 written upon the blade, in blood red letters. He was also given a little bit of strength, so that he would be able to get a good start. As the slaughter had begun he realized that the number on the blade was how many people he needed to kill in order to revive his parents.

The slaughter lasted for months, and with each passing day, Taryn felt as more and more like he was being controlled. Still, he fought this force very little, if any at all. All he wanted as his parents back. He knew very well that this force was helping him, because whenever he was outnumbered or outmatched he would suddenly gain the strength to defeat them. Of course, his natural strength would increase every time he fought, even though his given strength would never stay for very long.

Europe was slowly being destroyed single handedly by a mere boy, driven by his determination to revive his parents. Eventually, the people nicknamed him “Death’s son.” or “The Demon Boy.” The more people he killed, the more they gave him these names, the more he realized that something was wrong.

The number upon the blade was slowly dropping and he slowly reached the number he had wished to see for a long time.

Zero.

The voice told him to meet him at the top of a hill, where no one would be able to see him. Taryn obeyed, and walked there, looking like he was possessed, zombie-like. At the top of the kill there was a large flame, big enough to engulf a house in just seconds. The fire spoke to him.

“You have done well, Taryn. I want you to kill the rest of these people...” it said to him. At that instant, Taryn felt the force, stronger than ever before, try to take full control of his mind and attempted to obey the flame.

“No! You said you would revive my parents. Where are they?!” The boy yelled, fighting back the force.

“Fool, you dare question me? You will do as I say!” The flame replied, attempting to manipulate his mind at full force. As his mind collided with the boy’s; Taryn could see exactly what it was thinking and realized that it had been a trap all along. He threw the pole-arm into the fire, refusing to wield it any longer. Enraged, the flame suddenly lunged at him. The boy covered his face as the heat approached him, blacking out only a moment later.

You will be punished for disobeying me. Taryn, you will not be able to die, until you decide to join me. Your appearance will age very slowly…

Taryn woke up after hearing this, feeling something inside of him, wanting to escape. An exact copy of himself was standing right in front of him; the only difference was that the copy had a black marking upon his left eye. The clone was apparently his anger, sorrow, and fear. Its name was Chaos Weaver. Chaos was like a part two to his curse, he was simply there to remind him of what he was ordered to do. His clone traveled the world, killing whoever stood in his way. Eventually, Taryn found a way to control him and keep him locked within his mind.

Taryn had been through much more in his long life, including his dual with Raven, which made him into the person that he is now. He continues to find a way to break his curse and find out the true power of his weapon, Little Dragon.

Theme Song: “Come Clarity” by In Flames.

Swag · February 12th, 2007, 12:14 AM

Ill take you Wolfy.

My character isn't really new, he's just the final version of one my older ones.

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Name: Alkimos Gryphonheart ~ The Pursuer of a Neoteric Destiny
Age: Originally, he died at the age of 227. Now that he is reborn, he is 14.
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Kambelia/Earth
Species: Although his body may be that of an earthling, his soul is that of a Kambelian. This is very significant, as the Kambelian soul is tied to the Kambeilian gods and thus cannot be controlled or altered in any way by any other being(s) besides said gods.

Armaments: There are only a few items Alkimos keeps on his person, but each one has it’s own significance. First off is his weapon, a sword he acquired during his travels through the wilder lands, Dragon’s Bane. The sword’s basic form is that of a beautiful steel broadsword, but it has the ability to transform into any melee weapon Alkimos’s heart desires. Around his neck is a silver necklace with two silver lances forming an “X” pattern as a charm. The X is said to hold some power, but only Alkimos knows what. Lastly, around both his wrist are two enchanted black metal armbands, the only thing allowing him to wield his sword.

Appearance: In his old life, Alkimos was a normal looking Kambelian male. He stood about 6’6” and had dark brown hair. He had a full goatee and hazel eyes, with a strong body build. Now he has been reborn, and he looks nothing like his former self. He is Japanese, with jet-black hair that is a bit spiky. He has thin eyebrows and is in between muscular and skinny body builds, able to see his muscles although his limbs aren’t oversized. He stands 5’91/2”, but with shoes he is 5’10”.

Resemblance of Alkimos now: http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r...groups0007.jpg

His clothes are that of the youth of America, since that is where he was reborn. He has on dark blue and white tennis shoes, with the laces straight laced. He has baggy dark blue jeans, and white and dark blue basketball shorts under said jeans; the strap from the shorts is visible outside the jeans. He has a white T-shirt that comes to his mid-thigh. There is a black mark on the back of his left hand, in the shape of a gryphon. This mark is the one that the gods gave him to reawaken some of his old power, and allows him to travel between planets.

Personality: In his first life, Alkimos was malevolent and ruthless. Only caring about himself and wining, he slaughtered anyone who stood in his way. He cared not about family or friends, and hatred consumed every fiber of his being. Now that he has been reborn however, all of that has changed. He has learned to have a more positive outlook on things, is funny, outgoing, just an all around good guy. His ruthlessness is still with him, although it only comes out in battle. He is incredibly intelligent and wise, having a grand total of one thousand two hundred and forty one years of knowledge with him.

Bio: Alkimos was born on the planet Kambelia, a magical and technological wonder of a planet in the far reaches of the Milky Way galaxy. Alkimos was born the only son of King Matthew and Queen Tera Gryphonheart, effectively crowning him the prince of Kambelia. The people of Kambelia were very civilized, all of them thinking of only peace; never war or destruction.

A thing that made Prince Alkimos so strange.

From a very young age Alkimos was evil, always harassing the other children and instigating fights. Once he learned to talk he would constantly question his elders, never accepting anything they said. He was a wild child, but the King and Queen loved him none-the-less. Despite his hatred towards other people, the only ones he truly loved were his mother and father; he always listened to them if push came to shove and he had to listen to someone.

As the prince, he was of course trained in the art of sword fighting. Not only that, he was taught a good many things. From history to politics to geography to magic, the young Alkimos absorbed knowledge wherever he could. He learned to use a great variety of weapons, and his intellect seemingly grew with each passing day. By the time he was fourteen he was quite the child prodigy, putting some of Kambelia’s top scholars to shame. His bad personality was always a problem however, and although he may threaten he had never truly ever thought of hurting someone.

One day, while Alkimos was out on a hunting trip, an assassin from the wilder lands on Kambelia broke into the royal palace and slaughtered the King and Queen in their bedroom. When Alkimos returned, he rushed to his mother and father to show off the buck he had just killed. Bursting into the bedroom, he saw the corpses of his mother and father on the bed. The image was forever burned onto his retinas, and drove the young boy absolutely insane.

He immediately went to the captain of the royal knights, and commanded that a search party be erected to find the murderer of his parents. When the captain told him no, that they should first perform a burial ceremony, Alkimos swiftly killed the man; rending his head clean from his shoulders. Furious, Alkimos gathered some supplies to set out and find the killer by himself.

For many years Alkimos searched the wilder lands for the man, and during that time he learned many things and even found a weapon, which could morph into any form he desired. He learned that four great mages ruled the wilder lands, and that if anyone knew where to find the murderer it would be them. And so, he set out to find these mages; and eventually he indeed found each one. Sadly, none of them could help. Each one said it was nearly impossible to find a man that the boy did not even know the face of, even with magic. Growing more furious each time he was told is was impossible, he slaughtered each mage; gaining the power of said mage in the process. It was an effect that was a curse set on the mages long ago, when the four of them had team-up to kill the mage who ruled the wilder lands back then.

By the time each mage was no more Alkimos was extremely powerful. He had gained the power of the four most powerful beings on Kambelia, and he used to that power to help him search. Finally, after twenty-years of searching the massive wilder-lands, he found the man who had killed his parents. Unfortunately, the man was long dead, having died from a devilish fever. This only added to Alkimos’s continual rage, which was not good since he was now the most powerful man on Kambelia. Using his power, he conquered the entire wilder land single handedly, a feat that had never been done before. Now turning his attention back to his old kingdom, he set out to conquer it as well.

Alkimos called to him a massive army, consisting of barbarians, orcs, draconians, demons, and many other magical species. Even if they hadn’t been stronger, the army could have won the war through sheer numbers. Alkimos’s army completely annihilated the armies of his kingdom, and Alkimos claimed his rightful throne. He enslaved the country, forcing everyone in it to do his biding. He ruled the land for nearly two hundred years, using magic to extend his life span. He became known as the most evil king to ever rule his country, and he liked it.

Little did he know however, a resistance was being formed. Since during the war he had killed all of the best mage’s in the country when they confronted him, their apprentices had gotten together to form a resistance. Tons of people joined this force, even some of the members of Alkimos’s army. The resistance waited for the opportune moment to strike, but when they did it was lethal. They brought down Alkimos, killing him as he slept. The reign of the evil king was finally over, and peace returned to Kambelia.

Alkimos was cast into the underworld, and was tortured for eight hundred
years. During that time, he often thought back on his life. What was the point of committing all those evil deeds? He asked himself. Death had returned him to sanity, but he knew it was too little too late. After another long two hundred years of suffering, the gods came down from the heavens and gave Alkimos a choice. They said they had seen his return to sanity, and respected it. They would give him another chance at life, under two conditions. One: he could never return to Kambelia, and Two: He must become a benevolent king. Although Alkimos did not understand how he could become king outside of Kambelia, he agreed to the terms.

Light enveloped the man, and his soul was transported from the underworld. His new life would begin soon…

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Alkimos was reborn seven years later as Aoki Jin, son of Kimiko and Tetsuya Aoki. They lived in a place called New York City, having just moved there from Japan. Alkimos, even as a child, remembered his past life. He often wondered if the gods would allow him some of his old power back. He knew that for the moment it did not matter, as in his current state he could not really do anything. Instead he lived his life as a normal child in America, going to school and the like.

He was a genius of course, having the knowledge and wisdom from having lived two hundred and twenty seven years prior. By the age of thirteen he had already graduated college, and was bored with life on this floating rock called earth. One day however, that all changed. On his fourteenth “birthday,” a black tattoo appeared on Alkimos’s hand. He had seen the tattoo before; it was the symbol of his bloodline of Gryphonheart. Maybe, he wondered, just maybe…

Deciding to test his theory, Alkimos ran away from his parents. He knew that if he was right, he would never have to see them again. Putting his right hand on the tattoo and reciting some ancient incantation, Alkimos closed his eyes. He felt power surge through his body, although it was not as great as his former magical abilities. When he tested it out, he found out he only had power over elements: Fire, Water, Wind, Electricity, Earth, Darkness, and Light. He also had his old powers over the weather, but that was it. He figured he would have to re-learn all his other powers if he ever wished to return to his former strength. Looking back at the black mark, something told him it had another function. Putting his right hand back on it, Alkimos closed his eyes imagined being on another planet. When he re-opened them, he was on the planet he had just imagined. The fact that he could travel to different planets now excited him, as in his former life he had never left Kambelia.

Just then, the gods spoke to Alkimos telepathically.

The time to redeem yourself is now, oh evil king. We have equipped you with a percentage of your former powers, now you must show us that we made the right decision in resurrecting you. Before you start on your journey however, we have a gift for you.

Out of the clouds in front of Alkimos came two objects. One was his trusty sword Dragon’s Bane and the armbands that were required to wield the sword, and the other was his necklace of hidden power. Strapping the sword on his hip and putting on the necklace, the gods spoke to him once again.

Now go oh king, travel about this omniverse and fulfill our agreement.

With the words of the gods in mind, Alkimos set off. He knew that now he could do whatever he wanted to, that he could start a new life and live it as he should have his first one.

Theme Song: Killswitch Engage ~ My Curse

~~Jack London~~ · February 12th, 2007, 02:05 AM

Heh... been wanting to fight you for a while. Lols, if I hadn't changed my theme song for this character, it would have been the same as yours...anyways. Your character is pretty cool, I like him... theress a slight problem though. As stated in the rules I allowed my opponent's character to have magical abilities as long as it was kept to a minimum. The ability to control ALL the elements is power character material there.

So, this match will be purely melee. No throwing magical nukes at eachother, just blade to blade combat.

...coughimasnipeyoulikeacheapwhorewitmybowandarrowcough.

XD.... After I get an ok from you that there will be NO magic at all, we can start. The battlefield will be a desert.

Heres a description: Sand...sand.. and .. more sand. Click Here!
Ignore the branch, hes just looking for attention.

By the powers of the underworld, I command three judges to appear...liek... right now!

Swag · February 12th, 2007, 03:03 AM

No magick? Kk Let's start this.

~~Jack London~~ · February 12th, 2007, 04:06 AM

(We still needs judges! -.-)

The sun was beginning to set upon the vast field of sand that was the desert. As the sun moved below the horizon slowly, it gave off an orangeish color, which made the light brown colored sand look golden as it shined upon it. There was absolutely no cloud in the orange colored sky as it looked down upon the desert, noticing at how much they had in common. They were both vast fields of nothingness. The sky seemed to touch the desert, gently, with its fingers that we consider to be called... wind.

The sand upon the desert moved slightly, in response as the wind continued to caress the earth with its coolness and gentle touch. Every grain of sand eventually stopped moving and became completely still once more as the wind stopped. The sun continued to set as the sky turned a dark shade of blue from the loss of sunlight, with every passing minute. The wind started up again, this time moving from left to right and then from right to left. With every passing gust of wind a whisper seemed to be carried along with it as if two living beings were having a conversation that we couldn't understand.

A figure could be seen walking through the vast plain of sand, looking as if it were carrying two weapons upon its back. As it came closer to the center of the desert it could more easily be told that it was a human male, looking about the age of nineteen. He had long and silky, dark blue, hair with muscular features. The teen walked casually, with his head bowed slightly, his calm eyes lifting up a bit, to look at what was ahead of him. A half smile appear upon his pretty face, seeing nothing but sand over the horizon. He had gray eyes, with a hint of blue.

The sun was almost fully below the horizon, giving only a bit of light with what was left visible of the giant orb in the sky, which gives warmth to this world. The blue-haired teen stopped, looking toward the sun and watched it slowly set for the last few minutes. As he watched, another gentle gust of wind blew, causing his hair and the sand to move along with it. The wind was surprisingly cold; his body shivered a bit.

As his hand moved up to hold his hair behind his ear, he saw a black dot, in the sky, heading in his direction. It was high up in the sky and it moved at a very fast pace, as if it were a plane of some sort. Though, it was far too small to a plane, unless it was a mere toy. The teen's eyes watched it intently, standing completely still and waiting to see what exactly it was going to do. However, when the dot had soared about a mile over the teen's head, it disappeared.

The teen raised an eyebrow, in confusion, as he then watched a feather falling down toward him. As it came down, it brushed against his sensitive nose. He grabbed it and looked at it as if studying it. The feather was jet black and was very smooth and clean. Darkness had engulfed the desert as the sun had completely set.

The cross that hung around the teen's neck began to shine faintly, as if it were reacting to the presence of the feather. "Ah..." the teen spoke, before putting the feather away, in his pocket. He closed his eyes and the light coming from the cross disappeared. Turning his head, toward the distance, the teen looked and studied his surroundings.

Taryn, was the teen's name.

Swag · February 12th, 2007, 07:34 PM

It was hot, although that wasn't especially surprising in the desert.

Alkimos was excited about this, it was the first battle he had participated in since his rebirth; he wanted it to be good. He had arrived on the planet several hours earlier, using the enchanted black mark on his left hand to travel. He had learned that not only could he go to a planet by imagining it, but also if he spoke the planets name. The name he did not know, but he could sure as heck imagine it; it was a desert after all.

He had been traversing through the desert for hours, dragging his feet through the sands. It seemed as if the hills of sand would never end, another one always rising up as soon he had gotten over one. He was searching for a youth by the name of Taryn, for a melee match. He hadn't had many melee matches in his day, a thing that only added to the significance of the battle. Whether he won or not, this was going to be fun.

Scanning the horizon, Alkimos spotted a silhouette in the distance. Since he hadn't yet seen any people, he figured that the silhouette had to be Taryn. At first he was simply going to walk up to the boy and stab him, but then he began getting ideas. Just because the match was melee didn't mean he couldn't use magic to spice up his entrance. Using his wind power to fly up into the air, he began to formulate his grand opening.

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Dark clouds began to form over the desert planet, blocking out the sun. Darkness and shadow cover the land like a blanket, shrouding all in it's entirety. Thunder roared throughout the heavens, echoing in the clouds like the roar of a great beast. Lightning darted back and forth, and the wind began to pick up. A thick fog set in just above the ground, making everything the wasn't right in front of you all but visible. Even though the wind was now forming tornados, picking up sand as they went, the fog stayed none-the-less. One could tell there was something eerie and unnatural about this fog, and what it was was about to be revealed.

Just then, all hell broke loose. The thunder became ten times louder, lightning began striking the ground all over, the tornados traversed the landscape, causing a massive sandstorm. It seemed as if the world itself was coming to an end, as if some great force of nature had finally decided to put the poor planet out of it's misery. All of a sudden, out of the clouds came a blinding light. The light was stark white, and seemed to pierce through the clouds and the fog. It all seemed to be emminating from a silhouette of a young boy. This boy, who was obviously Alkimos, floated down from the heavens upon Taryn. The fog dispersed, and all the chaos halted at the might of this child.

Landing about five feet in front of Taryn with a broadsword in his hand, the boy spoke as the light faded from around his body.

"My name is Alkimos, now let's get this over with."

OOC: I know you said no magick, but I really couldn't resist. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'M USING THIS CHARACTER, I wanted to make his first introduction at least a bit badass. If this would have been power character then it would have been quite a bit more interesting...

~~Jack London~~ · February 14th, 2007, 10:57 PM

(Yea, well, I know how much you want to make yourself look badass, so, knock yourself out... Just don't use the magic on meh. And... you kinda messed around with the image of the battlefield. 1) Its not hot, its kinda cold. 2) The sun has set, its night. 3) Ionno, your mom? And, this is your first time using him? Why did the template look familiar o.O? )

Taryn looked straight ahead, seeing a boy heading toward him. The teen narrowed his eyes as he drew his bow, Defender, off his back. Just as he was about to pull an arrow out of his quiver, the boy began to ascend into the air. In a mere moment dark clouds began to form in the skies as it lit up occasionally, due to the thunder. Soon after, the sky seemed to desend toward the ground as a fog began to form.

Raising an eyebrow, in confusion, Taryn lowered his bow, looking down at the ground and at the fog. Lightning began striking the desert as tornados began to form; the wind's velocity sharply rose. The teen's hair flew wildly, in the direction the wind was blowing it as he turned his head a bit, keeping his eyes closed so that the sand that was flying all over the place didn't hit him. Humph, somebody likes flashy entrances.

Suddenly, a bright light could be seen, outlining the boy that seemed to be conjuring this entire storm. I spoke too soon. The boy desended from the sky, landing just a few feet away from Taryn, holding a broadsword. Just as the boy landed, the storm ceased to exist and everything went back to the way it was before.

"My name is Alkimos, now let's get this over with." The boy spoke, introducing himself in a rushed manner.

One side of Taryn's mouth moved outward and curled slightly as he rolled his eyes, giving the boy a boring round of applause, for a few seconds. "What? No flowers?" he asked, sarcastically. "Well, you might've killed me already, hadn't you gone and give me this wonderful performance." he added, a smirk appearing on the teens face. I wonder where he learned all of this. Its hard to believe a mere boy can do all this. Taryn thought, looking straight at Alkimos.

"I hope you don't use one of those magicy tricks on me." Taryn told him, the blade of Little Dragon glowing white, faintly and for a split second, as if hinting something to the boy. Lifting up Defender and pulling two arrows from his quiver, stringing it upon the bow, he pointed it at Alkimos. He held the bow vertically, like a cross-bow, as he watched him carefully. The teen's fingers held onto the ends of the arrows, tightly, waiting to see what he would do. He wasn't planning on firing, just yet.

Swag · February 17th, 2007, 06:53 PM

OOC: You have seen the name before, and as for the template style I'm pretty sure you've seen it. It's the same on Endless Devoid uses for Makyu.

Hmph, he's asking for it.

Alkimos, this being his first battle of his new life, had wanted to have a flashy entrance. Usually that was his style, but he wanted this one to be special. But obviously his opponent thought him to just be showing off, sarcastically applauding his opening. Alkimos was about to tell him he didn't know who he was messing with, then remembered his current state. He knew his youthful appearance would lead to many-a-foe under estimating him, he would just have to get used to it.

All of a sudden, the boy, Taryn, drew his bow and armed it with two arrows. Alkimos was fully prepared to parry the arrows, but then he stopped. The boy didn't fire, he simply pointed the arrows at Alkimos; obviously wanting him to make the first move. As much as Alkimos disliked adhereing to his opponents wishes, he figured he would this time. Alkimos began to run in a counterclockwise circle around Taryn, kicking up sand as he went. The entire time he kept his eyes on the boy, waiting to see if he would make a move. When it was obvious that Taryn was intent on not attacking, Alkimos went on with his attack.

"You call that lightshow tricks?"

Jumping high into the air, Alkimos was heading straight for Taryn. The tip of his sword was pointing straight at the teen, shining in the sunlight(OOC:or is it moonlight?). Alkimos was ready for anything, although his primary goal was to stab Taryn through the face. As he prepared to make contact, Alkimos smriked at his opponent.

"Hmph, you haven't seen anything yet."

OOC: kinda short post, but I got out of the groove of this battle. Didn't know you had posted O.O

~~Jack London~~ · February 19th, 2007, 02:48 AM

(Wasn't really talking about the template style; I was referring to his name. And, I suppose you're going to have to get used to smaller posts, this is a melee fight =P. *Taps his head with two fingers.* One more thing! Yes, its moonlight, you fool -.- )

The tips of the arrows grew more eager to pierce the flesh of Alkimos as Taryn prolonged the release of the attack. The teen's fingers remained, gripping upon the ends of the arrows, waiting for the right moment to strike. Since he hadn't been in a fight for quite a bit, his bow was thirsty for the blood of an opponent. The teen hopes to quench his bow's thirst with this boy. Though, he feels strange to be fighting someone who looks no older than thirteen. He knew very well that there was something up with this boy, but there wasn't too much time to ponder situation this any further.

After the boy had realized that Taryn wasn't going to attack, he began to run in a circle around him, starting from the teen's left. The teen's eyes were locked upon him as he circled him, his body continuously turning so that it was facing his opponent. Without realizing it, his hands switched the position of the box upward a bit, so that it was more of a vertical stance, but tilted a bit toward the left. Defender seemed to be speaking to him, telling him to release the arrows and send them spiralling toward the boy.

Not yet... Taryn's eyes were still fixated upon Alkimos as kicked up sand suddenly came toward him. His concentration was hardly broken as he simply side-stepped to avoid the grains of sand from getting into his grayish-blue eyes. His eyes were narrow, his fingers almost trembling from the urge to let go of the arrows. Still, he fought the urge, knowing the moment will come soon enough.

"You call that lightshow tricks?" Alkimos said to him, just before jumping high up, into the air, his blade ready to crash down upon the teen's skull.

Now!

Taryn's eyes widened immediately, for just a split second, as his fingers finally release the arrows, sending them whistling toward the boy. Both arrows were heading toward his chest area, one just below his right shoulder and the other just above the left side of his rib-cage. After the attack, the teen quickly held the bow in his left hand, bringing it to the side as he swung his right hand, toward the right, with great strength, sending his arm guard crashing upon the boy's blade, parrying the assult.

"Hmph, you haven't seen anything yet." Alkimos told him, smirking.

Taryn smirked right back at the boy, "Good, because I want to see more." he replied.

The force of the impact jammed his wrist a bit, but he ignored whatever pain he felt as he brought his right hand toward his bow, weilding it with two hands once more. He swung the bow at the boy, the blade heading straight toward his throat.

Swag · February 27th, 2007, 10:14 PM

The dark-brown windows to Alkimos's soul widened to seemingly twice their natural size as his opponent loosed a multitude of arrows upon him. The shiny metal tip of each projectile seemed to be alive, wait to draw blood from Alkimos's flesh. The tacticul mind that he had in his old life kicked in, and he drew his blade; parrying each one of the arrows. His toned body continued to fly towards Taryn, gravity puulling him nearer to the surface of the planet, the teen parrying Alkimos's blade as he pasted his head.

He landed on the nearly ice cold sand, Alkimos looking up just in time to see Taryn's right hand coming down upon him, a bladed bow in his fist. It was obvious that the teen was attempting to rend Alkimos's head from his shoulders, and of course Alkimos could not have that. At the last possible moment Alkimos rolled out of the way, dodging the attack causing Taryn's blade to hit the ground like a hammer; scattering a bit of sand into the light breeze that was passing through at the time. When Alkimos dodged he hadn't gone but so far, ending up right beside the blade of his opponent. His fingers rested just beyond the side of the blade, mere inches from being chopped off.

Formulating his counter-attack almost instantly, Alkimos brought up his sword and went for the most vital part of any humanoid life forms body, the heart. His blade gleamed in the moonlight as it traveled towards Taryb's chest, the blade seemingly smiling at the very thought of drawing blood. The two were mere inches from each other, Alkimos able to see ever detail of Taryn's face. The range was so close that it would be nearly impossible for Taryn to even think about moving before he had a half a foot of cold hard steel through his chest. A smirk was on Alkimos face as he did this and his eyes were locked on Taryn's, Alkimos wanted Taryn's last sight to be his cold, evil stare.

OOC: That post sucked I know, but it got the job done. Checkmate, no?

~~Jack London~~ · February 27th, 2007, 11:49 PM

( *Spits out his apple juice* Excuse me? Lol, slow down. If your going to powerplay the fact that my character's weapon slammed against the ground, at least do it right -.-. I'm sorry, I should have mentioned this in my post, that wasn't a vertical slash; it was a horizontal one. So, in order for you to "dodge" it you'd have to duck. Oh... In my post it stated that the slash was targeted at your throat; theres no way in hell it could have been a vertical slash.

Also, you forget that the bow is a double bladed weapon, countering your strike wouldn't be hard. ...Besides, the fact you rolled out of the way gave me a second or two to move before your strike; its powerplaying to say that I was only a few inches away from you. And, how high exactly could you have possibly jumped that when two arrows were headed toward you, you were able to parry them with ease? You couldn't have been to far away and arrows move fast.

One more thing, don't call a checkmate untill I've posted, in order for you to call a checkmate you'd have to prove that my next move was nay impossible to do.

I'll have my offical post up in a day or two; today if I have time. )

Swag · February 28th, 2007, 02:37 AM

Umm you never said it was horizontal, I thought it was vertical seeing as I was on the ground after I fell out the air. And also, if Taryn went to strike me vertically and missed it's only common sense that his blade would hit the ground. So even though that is PPing it is EXTREMELY minor. And yes it could have been at my throat vertically, I WAS ON THE GROUND. And yes you were a few inches away from me, I rolled right in front of you. A few inches could be anywhere from 3inches to nearly a foot. And I parryed the arrows becuase I'm fast, and I saw it coming. You were point that bow at me for quite awhile and it doesn't take a genuis to figure out that you were going to fire at some point. I even said that I was ready to parry any attacks in my previous post. And I didn't call it, I was asking if it was because from my point of view it looked like it but you might have found some way out, I don't know.

~~Jack London~~ · February 28th, 2007, 03:00 AM

Hmm.. alrighty then.. I know I didn't mention that it was horizontal, I should have; I apoligized for it. But... it cannot possibly be a vertical strike toward the throat, I'd be hitting your skull or chest if I did, which... would get in the way =/. It would take a very close and careful shot to hit you vertically upon the throat, which Taryn didn't really have at the moment. Oh sh- you were LAYING on the ground? -.- Sorry, for misunderstanding that. Well...if thats the case, then rolling out of the way wouldn't do much, since the strike was horizontal... unless you rolled really fast and farther away, but you stated you hadn't moved much. I think some editting will be required before I make my post...

Swag · February 28th, 2007, 03:53 AM

Okay, just a simple misunderstanding. My apologies. I'll edit tomorrow, because I have to get off the computer right now. O.O