The original and best? Challenge to Rem

[Zetsumi]

Noticed you're not just ripping off RoA in yer' bio. Besides which, I've had a keyboard and internet access back for a day now and havn't RPed at all. So yeah. Battle time. Standard rules apply. Yo can choose the setting.

Name: Zetsumei Nihilust

Appearance: Zetsumi stands at almost a head higher then the average. His skin is pale, and smooth, and he seems unnaturally thin. He has Jet-Black hair, which is pulled back of his face, and falls to waist-length. His eyes are blood-red, and his teeth pearly-white and pointed. His tongue, when seen, is much longer then most, and comes to a sharp point.

He wears a black Hakama, or martial arts uniform, with a few minor alterations. The collar extends right up his neck to the base of his ears, and his forearms and lower legs are wrapped around and around in black cloth, acting as bracers. A black belt wraps around his midsection, from just below the chest all the way down to the hips. Often, a black cloak is thrown over the top of all this, fastened at the shoulders.

Often in battle, Zetsumi can manifest armour over his clothes. This twisted, jet-black armour incorperates a lot of angles and points into it's design, and it's edges are sharp enough to act as swords unto themselves.

Personality


Abilities

Umbra
The power to create and manipulate a 'Blank' matter, it is unique to Zetsumi, and a result of early attempts to manifest a physical form. His current physical body is composed entirely of Umbra.
Black in colour, this matter can take on any form, or texture, that the user desires. It can be used to create weapons, armour, ect, or even to attack a foe directly.

Necromancery
The branch of magic specializing in manipulation of the soul, spiritual energy, and ex-annimate objects. It's most famous application is the reanimation of the dead as willing soldiers. It has an almost infinite number of applications, however, limited only by the user's knoweledge.

Dangan
Jinsei's signatute technique, aquired from Zetsumi's absorbation of his spirit. It compresses the air in one's immediate area into a concentrated blast of oxygen capable of putting a sizable hole into anything it comes into contact with. Zetsumi has since modified the technique several times, resulting in the more powerful Umbragun and Bloodgun.

Illusion
Another of Jinsei's abilities, the power to create near-perfect illusions to decieve an opponant. Zetsumi uses it more to disgust and alienate his foes rather then as an actual combat technique.

[Currently Rewriting]

[???]

Of course I accept. I expected it as I've told you.

I must ask that this be non-continuum, I'll be using Mitsumi, mainly to develop him further for obvious reasons. Mitsumi meeting Zetsumi. I may up him a bit, seeing as how who you are.

Now all I need is Mitsukai to agree to the same. Actually, Mitsukai should join us, that'd be perfect.

And the same applies here as it does to Heaven, winning or losing isn't important, what's important is well, obvious.

[Azanulbizare]

You spelled 'vengeance' wrong, by the way.

[???]

You're a liar, Bizare. I suppose I am to make the opening post Zetsumi? Or you? You can decide.

[Sir Meta Knight]

jesus christ, Rem, copying is retarded D:

srsly, you're epic and all but you need to stop emulating Zets and Mits a lot.

[Electropop]

Occ: This turning into Spammerz. Anyway this Reminds me alot of Anokukus Rawrness. .-.

[???]

An avatar, location, and thread title isn't shit of a copy. That was the only thing I was copying of RoA's. It was pretty gay anyway, I'm not even doing it anymore. Don't try to say Mitsumi is a "copy" thing either, it's more of an admirational thing, and is a production of my own. The only thing of Mitsumi that can be considered copied is the technique he uses that is just like Umbragun, only it uses Abyssal Matter, blah blah. Which, I'm sure once I finish the biography it'll prove to be obvious and fine why. ^_^

Anyway, no more spam. Once I hear word of who is to post first this will begin.

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OoC: Eh, forget it, I'm posting first, no way in hell will I let this die.

Name: Mitsumi

Given Age: 23

Gender: Male

Body Build: Changable, but is preferably displayed as rather masculant.


Appearance
Click link above. Credit to Sparkle Motion for drawing.

This is the appearance he current;y prefers, the drawing portrays him nearly perfect, only his body would be more mascular and the armor encasing his arms would be heavier or bulkier.


Temparament: [Personally, I believe it is not required to explain a charachter's personality in the template, a personality can be shown through the battles or role-plays the charachter takes part in with the posts made]

Armament: Rhythm of Apathy
A blade that is surely majestic, a dark purple handle engraved with the words Mitsumi in gothic text upon it. The blade that emerges from the handle is completely black, as this is the color it takes on from being completely composed of abyssal matter. Zet and Sukai had constructed a ribbon of their own material and attached it to the handle, giving him the ability to swing it around freely. Because Zet and Sukai used their own material the ribbon is completely invisible and undetectable.

Abilities:

Magic~
Although Artemia failed in giving Mitsumi every ability he had, he still managed to give him the power of magic, magick, ethergy, or whatever form it comes in. The most noteable forms cover regular magic, arcane magic, divine magic, psionics, and extends throughout almost every form or branch of it.

Abyssal Matter ~
Mitsumi can control abyssal matter as handed down to him in any and every way.

- The special matter that resides within the Underverse is known as Abyssal Matter, think of it as a matteric form of Ethergy. Ethergy destroys anything it comes into contact with as well, only Abyssal Matter can completely destroy someone(the soul, essence, body, and magick of a being).

Time ~
Another ability that managed not to fail, Mitsumi was given the ability to manipulate, control, and do almost anything with time and it's fabrics.



Malevolent Duo: In his deep failure, Artemia created two lesser and smaller beings to aid Mitsumi in any way after he departed from him. Each is said to represent a half, whether it be the lighter and darker side of emotions of Mitsumi, or the admirational shrine to the darker Zetsumi and the lighter Mitsukai. Both are invisible to any eye, there is no possible way to detect them unless they choose to become visible. They are both considered immortal, mainly because they are unable to die and are uneffected by anything happening on any plane, yet they can effect the plane as they please.

Zet

Appearance: Zet has that of a moppy or bushy head, yet it still manages to spike somewhat in it's silver color. Zet is clothed as well, draped in dark black and purple gothic clothing while decorated with skeletal decorations over this clothing. Zet is a very small person just as his counterpart.

Abilities: Zet's power cover necromancery to every branch, and a lesser control of Umbra. Zet, just as his other, has barely any experience in using his abilities, but prefers using Necromancery as a way to save or assist Mitsumi.

Zet Theme Song: Escape The Fate - There's no Sympathy for the Dead


Sukai

Appearance: Sukai is a more brighter being, wearing a large hat laced with an emblem across it and clothed in bright silver and orange and red clothing. Sukai weilds a lengthy staff capped with an orb and bares long silver hair.

Abilities: Sukai's abilities consist of the ability to manipulate chi as well as use common magic with the mage's staff that he weilds.

Sukai Theme Song: Angels and Airwaves - The Adventure

Special Techniques ~

Abyssagan
A technique based on Zetsumi's Umbragun technique and abyssal matter, it uses particles of Abyssal Matter, and accelerates them to an insane speed using wind or wind currents. It's not only more powerful, but Mitsumi can control the Abyssal Matter after it's fired. He may use it rapidly, unlike the Dangan technique.

Symphony of Destruction
A technique that requires the use of Zet and Sukai, as well as the Rhythm of Apathy. Zet seems to meld a large quantity of souls within the Rhythm of Apathy to allow the limits of it's strength and power soar. Sukai's part in this technique is that he uses chi fields to accelerate this blade to insane speeds as it spins around rapidly by throwing it around from the ribbon attached to the handle. This allows the blade to rapidly slice around the area at power that could easily slice clean through planets.


Biography:

Gazing about all the information he collected, Artemia, his recent success in collecting all the information on the Omniverse had seemed to give him some sort of joy, yet he was unable to grasp the joy long enough. It wasn't long before he grew bored; of course this was until he came across a certain two. He read of their tales, two of the greatest, Zetsumi and Mitsukai, a duo even amongst themselves. He had thought to himself of how magnificent these two seemed to be, and for once in his existence, despite the impossibility, he held an dmiration.

He felt the need to keep it secret, no way he would display such a weakness or emotion. So he sat and kept it to himself, he reviewed over their tales, yet secretly he had decided to take it a step farther. It took a bit of power, and a difficult search, but he had returned in time temporarily and watched as their tales unfolded. To him, it was liking a movie, the greatest film he'd ever see, but it ended, and he returned to his original time.

Of course, it soon grew on him, becoming harder to keep such a secret, and it infuriated him greatly. He soon realized that he could easily rid himself of this, and that was what he planned to do, it would be completely gone, but he had a change in thought, a better idea. He was to create his own, his own apprentice, a tool of sorts, and he'd make it a shrine of a being to the great Zetsumi and Mitsukai. Mitsumi was soon created, yet Artemia seemed to fail in the creation somewhat, he'd never really tried to make an entire being before, and his failure reflected this. The powers weren't as he had planned, Mitsumi didn't recieve all of them, but Artemia soon became fine with this because the fact was that he would not want another with his power because if they were to turn against him it could be a disaster.
[Must finish]


Charachter Theme Song: +44 - Little Death
Charachter Battle Theme Song: Angels and Airwaves - The War



IC:

He had hoped that Artemia was well informed himself, enough to correctly inform him as well. This was perhaps the most delightful opportunity that he has ever had the chance to seize, never in all his existance would he even consider denying such an opporunity, such an honor, to meet death; Zetsumi. He paced about the library that was still having repairs done to it after the treachery that he had pulled to attempt to yield Artemia into a battle with a legendary being throughout the Omniverse. The silver reapers were passing him by as his patience grew thin, Artemia was to tell him how this would be done, how would he invite him, how he would actually get the chance to battle death.

"Heaven"

The sharp words stabbed at his mind as the feint whisper passed his ears. Not the most preferred way to battle, or the most likeable location, but it was still a way to meet death. He was already informed that he would most likely end up conducting a battle with Zetsumi, and this was a thought that had already crossed his mind a thousand times, it was almost mandatory. He knew what he was to do, he knelt to the ground and forced the palms of his hands to smack against each other in a prayer formation. He was calling upon the thoughts of Artemia, asking him to take him to Heaven, the alter in Paradigm City.

With abrupt force, the world around him seem to shatter and ripple, the process repeated itself once more, only this time it was constructing his view of Heaven. The sky, grey and rippled, the surface, a black rock that served unbreakable, and at the center lay the large alter. The normal effects of this sliver of Paradigm City seem to not apply, for his soul is still in tact. He spoke softly to Zet.

"Zetsumi, he'll be here, the one you represent, Zet. I'll need your help, both of you. I must tell you though, if I succeed in killing him, you will die as well Zet."

He peered at Zet from the corner of his eye, but nothing, no emotion or anything, he figured Zet didn't care much anyway. Sukai spoke up.

"Does the same apply to me if you kill Mitsukai?"

Mitsumi nodded. He shushed them, the time was upon them, a few reaper servants had been dispatched by Artemia already to retrieve Zetsumi. Well, he had misinterpreted, there was actually only one, a large one with a draping black cloak, and empty eyes the fiecely burned purple. This large shaky figure approached Zetsumi, wherever he may be. The temperature seemed to drop as the reaper spoke as his breath cool into an icy chill.

"Zetsumi, come upon my breast, you've been requested, into the eternal mind."

The cold words stopped as the reaper lifted the large draping cloak as best as he could, giving Zetsumi the option to enter, for it was the only entrance.

OoC: Kinda short compared to my more recent posts. =/

[Azanulbizare]

Wow, that template kisses so much ass it's humorous.

Continue, for the love of the lawd, continue.

[Zetsumi]

The cold eyes of the Necromancer regarded the equally cold eyes of the reaper, and neither flinched. In fact, a smile came across the face of the former, as he rose to his feet, the turbulant air around them ripping and tearing at his clothes.

Zetsumi had been hidden from the Omniverse for some time now. A great power had approached... a power he himself had been scared to even try and learn from. It had presented him with but a single choice, and one he was not too fond of. He had chose to flee... after all, all the power in the world was meaningless in the face of his own destruction. He knew not what had become of these 'Mancers'... where he had hidden, he could feel nothing of the outside world.

The two stood upon a small chunk of rock, in total the size of a small island, free-floating in space, amidst a cluster of deadly black holes. Somehow, the pull of the black holes from all sides kept his small piece of Earth...and indeed, it had been torn from one of the lower countries on that very planet... perfectly stable in the very center. In essence, nothing could get in, or out. Any energy, any matter, that approached, was instantly consumed by the maw around him. Indeed, he was somewhat concerned that this reaper had managed to slip in. Still, it offered him an escape from his self-made prison... and he'd come to rue his descision to run, rather then to fight.

Resisting the sudden urge to kill the reaper where it stood, his mind winning out over killing instinct, he let out a soft laugh, and ducked into the folds of it's cloak.

He emerged into a strange world, one of black earth, torn sky, and the only feature a large, obviously religious slab directly before him. He scowled at the site...and then saw before him a familiar face.

"...Mitsukai...?" he began, but then the subtle differences began to show... strangly, he could see a little of his own face in that staring back at him.

"Who...who the hell are you?" he snarled, thoughts of his onetime companion trailing back to him. Muscles tensing, he leant fowards, arms outstretched, in a guesture as if to ask a question, his face a twisted mask of rage.

[???]

He saw him, the folds of the cloak seemed to break through to his sight slightly as Zetsumi made his entrance. The moment upon his arrival his cold stare met Mitsumi's followed by the abrupt words that broke his emotional silence. Mitsumi attempted to speak, but instead of words, a small choking sound was replaced. It felt as if his heart was stuck in his throughout, he didn't even really require breathing and yet he couldn't even manage that right now. Slowly, he had sunk to his knees, his face seemed to burn and glowed a scarlet color. The prescence of him was obviously too overwhelming. Zet and Sukai walked slowly to his side and whispered in his ears quietly.

"What is wrong? Stand up! If you don't do anything then he'll kill you!"

Mitsumi didn't even manage to flinch, he simply continued to hold his crimson gaze on Zetsumi, the sweat began to pour down. With the humanistic traits given with the fake shell of his he never imagined he could sweat, but it proved quite possible. He wasn't moving, barely managing the unneccesary breathing process, and in no way would he begin to fight anytime soon. Zet and Sukai both stepped away from him slowly with faces of pure horror. They were both already aware of what they're to do now, or else Mitsumi would pay the heaviest of prices.

"Sukai, you know as well as I do what we're to do, until he can get a grip upon himself of course"

Their particles would seem to emerge from absolutely nowhere to Zetsumi, as Zet and Sukai becamce visible to the reality of others, this included the ability for their voices to be heard. They weren't sure what they were to do exactly, they knew they had to fend him off, or battle him, but not sure what to do or throw at him. They took a moment to draw in some thoughts, and they both struck upon the same thought, the one that would make perfect sense to use in such a situation.

Sukai had to force the majority of work into this process, building amounts of chi into both of their fists and compressing it tightly. They dissapeared once more, invisible and undetectable.

"Invisible Apocalypse! Double Dangan Technique!

They had studied fiercely many times already this technique, they had about perfected the Dangan technique, both of them. They sought to perhaps strike a bit more meaning into this with such a technique. Two blasts of Dangan, headed in Zetsumi's direction, undetectable and invisible. For now it would suffice, as they'd both need to protect Mitsumi.

[Zetsumi]

The blast caught Zetsumi completly by surprise, distracted as he was by this... this cowering creature that seemed to be an amalgamation of himself and the one other being in the Omniverse he had ever felt some form of connection with. He'd never even seen the two... whatever they were... appear. He never even heard them speak until the critical word was uttered:

"DANGAN!"

Mitsukai's signature technique, the Dangan attack. For this being to look so much like Mitsukai...and then, to use his techniques... it fed the fires of a Rage Zetsumi hadn't felt in a long, long time. Usually, he battled with nothing but an emotionless, merciless tactic, but now...

The first Dangan hit him directly in the left arm, blowing it clean off in a shower of black liquid. Seeing as his entire body was formed of Umbra, he had no blood, no bones, to speak of. Still, it would take precious seconds, and concentration, to replace, and in battle, a single fraction of a second could result in much more grevious wounds.

The second attack hit him square in the chest, blowing open a gaping black hole of oozing Umbra. Stumbling backwards, he screamed in rage, and, to some extent, pain. Even if it wasn't a real body, his spirit was connected directly to his Umbra form, unlike, in ages past, the hosts he had possesed.

His head snapped up with a sudden, unexpected motion, his teeth bared, and with a flicker of psuedomotion, he had closed the distance between himself and the gothic, very familiar-looking entity that had appeared beside the cowering abominition. His right arm lashed out with such speed it was almost invisible to the naked eye, lashing across the entity's face. He didn't know if this was a spirit, a living being, or something else, and he didn't know if his attack would even affect it, but right now... he didn't care.

[???]

OoC: You can't really see or detect them in any way Zet, but I'll let it slide. Interesting battle so far.


"AHAHAHA"

Zet's loud cries of humor echoed across the dreaded grey skies, and throughout Heaven. The lunging arm made of pure Umbra seemed to pass right through him as if Zet was a ghost. It was rather surprising that he'd made such a lucky and punctillious guess it such heat and right after taking two direct blows of Dangan. This happened to be the one thing that made Mitsumi look up in their direction, the only two things he really felt any care for seemed to perform alot better at this moment, the last time they'd attempted the Dangan technique that they studied from Artemia's books they failed miserably. Yet this time they pulled it off flawlessly, and this was the first time Mitsumi realized that the two of them had felt the same feeling regarding himself.

He was not cowering, he wasn't scared, there was something rather strange occuring right now with Mitsumi, he couldn't control it, and he wasn't sure what he was to do, he only hoped that Zet and Sukai could hold off until he overcame it.

With the violent umbra being's hand lunged through his face in a ghost-like manner, Zet seized the opportunity. He wasn't effected by anything going on with the planes, but he certainly could effect the planes. Zet grasped Zetsumi's arm fiercely and merged with his arm while also merging with the ground, locking them both in place. He quickly slung his glare in the direction of Sukai, telling him that it was time to do what he was to do. Sukai seemed nervous as he charged chi up once more, this time, he'd be blasting Zetsumi multiple times, enough to obliterate all of the Umbra. It took a few moments, but it was fully charged and he yelled using all the might his lungs could suffer, the Dangan name.

Mitsumi stood upright with a look of shock draped across his face, echoing throughout Heaven, was the endless screams of Sukai, he had failed. His arm looked deformed, despite the fact that he himself knew Sukai would recover rather quickly from this injury, Mitsumi erupted with rage. This rage wouldn't last long once his common sense returned, but he had to get rid of it quickly. He yelled to Zet.

"Zet, hold that bastard down!"

Zet stayed merged with Zetsumi as he spread further, blanketing both of them. He was now deformed into a oozing black covering over Zetsumi, this quickly changed as the liquid quickly solidified into an unbreakable diamond-like rock covering that contained Zetsumi within. Mitsumi still had that bit of rage burning inside him, this time, he himself gathered something into his fist, it was Abyssal Matter, he was to use his own adaptation of the technique, which was actually adapted from Zetsumi's Umbragun technique. Abyssagan, he didn't bother yelling those words, he simply let the Abyssal Matter rocket forth with twice the speed of Zetsumi's lunging attack. While Zet did contain Zetsumi, this would only apply to him, the Abyssal Matter would easily fly right through this covering and blast and fill this covering quickly as if it were some sort of ghost, yet it would contain Zetsumi. If it were to succesfully make even the smallest of contacts with Zetsumi, every particle would be obliterated, his soul would die away, his magical essence as well, and anything else left of him.


OoC: Now to make my way to the Heaven thread. 8^D

[Zetsumi]

The Abyssal Matter collided with the black shell that Zet had become, passing directly through it to impact on the ground behind him. For a full minute, nobody moved. Zet remained a black shell, presumably encasing Zetsumi. Sukai remained nearby, arms outstretched. At long last, a small movement was seen. An oozing black on the surfacte of Zet.

All of a sudden, a torrent of black liquid errupted from him, flowing to the ground, and seemingly evaporating as it hit the dirt.

Mitsumi would have been forgiven, at this point, for thinking that it was over. However, a dark and forboding sense seemed to linger in the air... and indeed, it was far from over.

Umbra is, in essence, a 'blank' matter. It's wielder can increase, or decrease the density of it at will. Whilst trapped within Zet, facing the obliteration of his entire being, all that Zetsumi had needed to do was exponentially increase the density of the umbra that made up his body... shrinking the area he filled until he was but the size of a very hard, very powerful, golf ball. In this state, the blast had easily missed him.

While Zet himself seemed to posses a rudimentary control over his own matter... indeed, one similar to Zetsumi's own... he was obviously inexperienced. He had tried to make himself too hard a prison without adding more matter, and without his shape shrinking. The result? Weak points, only a few atom-lengths wide, yet more then enough to escape through.

Darkness seemed to gather behind Mitsumi momentarily, before it began forming together, piece by piece fleshing out the form of the Necromancer. His surprise, and analysis, of the Abyssalgun technique had momentarily taken hold from his rage, and he was slowly calming... a dangerous state for any fighting him.

Six orbs of umbra formed in mid-air around him, and without even a motion from him, they burst into movement, spiralling protectivly.

"Tell me your name, abominition..." he spat out, walking slowly fowards towards Mitsumi.

[???]

OoC: Good stuff, good stuff indeed.


The rage slowly left him, he began to let out calm artificial breaths until he was completely calm. He looked to his side noticing the now completely healed Sukai. Mitsumi quietly bent down to Sukai's height and placed his palm on top of his hat, rubbing it in a happy and reassuring manner. He smiled and nodded to Sukai assuring him that his failure did not displease him, despite the rage, he was simply glad he tried. He stood upright again, Zet stood before him, as Mitsumi knew would happen. Zetsumi avoided Abyssagan, it didn't matter, he didn't really plan on killing him with that anyway.

"I hope you're alright Zet, I apologize for the uproar I caused, but it seems Zetsumi's side of my personality leaked out a bit."

Mitsumi turned around coldly, brushing the hair away from his face, he spoke in a calm and soft tone.

"I am..Mitsumi"

He noticed the several orbs of Umbra rotating around Zetsumi in a vicious rhythm as he slowly paced towards him. Mitsumi wasn't scared, his face remained motionless and apathetic as ever as he took it upon himself to take a few brisk paces toward Zetsumi as well. He continued until he stopped right before the rotationg orbs, which were now so close that the momentum of their shifting through the air had caused an air current that seemed to blow his hair to the sides against his own will.

Quietly, he lifted his hand as a small particle of Abyssal Matter formed at the tip of his fingers. He held out the pinky, the first orb to pass was obliterated, after that he held up each finger in sequence until every orb was exstinguished. His hands rested to their original placement. He wasn't sure what to do, there were questions, wonders, and so many things he'd like to share with Zetsumi, yet he continued to venture forth in playful, and barely even giving efforted ways of exstinguishing him.

As Mitsumi drew Rhythm of Apathy he soon realized something terrifying, something that was causing the Zetsumi in him to poke or leak out slightly. His face didn't change at all, he wasn't to give any distortion, he held back the darker side of him as forceful as he could. He was seriously trying as hard as he could allow, but, it was slowly shooting excruciating pain throughout him, it was unbelievable on how much his emotions were distorting him.

"Get...out of me...now, I can't take it!"

The fake metal draping the blade seemed to drip off with immense speed, revealing a pure black blade. The blade was made of Abyssal Matter in all actuality, as if he were trying to attack his own emotion, he attacked Zetsumi with this equal force. The blade disintergated, actually breaking into billions of small particles made of Abyssal Matter that quickly surrounded and attmpted to make contact or attach to Zetsumi at the speed of light, like he was a magnet for these particles. These particles had become so small that they're impossible to see regularly.

Mitsumi plunged the hilt of the sword back into his body. A small black tear ran down his face, and with elegance, he softly wiped it away. The pain was gone, so that wasn't why he ran a tear, he saw it as Abyssal Matter leaking from his eye, seeing as how he couldn't do something such as cry unless he forced it. What could possibly cause this? He brung his crimson gaze back to the center where Zetsumi would be.