Change of Season

[Azanulbizare]

My last battle. A meeting of five great strengths, here at the Manor of Word, nestled deep within the Forest of Heroes. An illustrious battle to quake the foundation of Mythica.

The first conflict will take place in Ethyria, land of the Hume and Seat of the Divine Flaw. This part will be known as The Crimson Sunrise; an ode to those who’ve fallen, a glorious testament to the many battles that have rocked the threads of reality since The Beginning. Since we Role-players decided to make KHI our home.

The Second conflict will take place far to the west, in the marshes of Moorcrest, Gateway to the Unholy Art. This part will be known as Innocence; an epic to remember the passion we once had, the unpolluted fascination in destruction.

The Third conflict will take place on the Western Coastlines, near Hurricane Harbor, Passage to the Coldfell. This part will be known as Carpe Diem, as we try to seize this passion and hold it forever. This third leg will take us to Gothica.

The Fourth conflict will take place on the Dark Sea, aboard the vessel Change of Season. This part will be known as The Darkest of Winters; a sonnet to recognize our eventual downfall, our relapse into apathy. Gothica awaits.

The Fifth Conflict will take place on the Eastern Shores of Gothica, a realm of festering destruction. This part will be known as Another World; our Downfall. Passion, purpose and life has escaped us, so now we fight to only destroy. We are in Another World.

The Sixth, and Final conflict will take place in the heart of Gothica, atop a grandiose Dark Cathedral. This part will be known as The Crimson Sunset; a final eulogy, a battle to usher in the Death of Ambrose, as well as my leaving KHI. An entire day will have gone by.

The great Strengths. I've decided to make it open. A battle to end it all. This is not a clash of godly powers, but a confrontation of four soldiers. A watered-down PC battle, with a universal melee application. Do me the honour.

[Jack London]

I shall take part in this... will have a template up soon.

[Chariot of Fire]

May I? I am certainly not a Godly power, but I would like to join. Expect a template either later today, or tommorow morning. Later today most likely. It might be a chance to put up my new character.

[???]

Oh, I didn't realize this was open to anyone, I thought it was between Lord of Chaos, Blackest Night, Rhythm of Apathy, and Azanulbizare, but it seems I'm mistaken. I won't pass this down. I'm in as well, watered down charachters, remember guys.

[Jack London]

This would be my newest character. It isn't entirely finished yet, but his abilities won't change and I will be editting and completing his bio during the course of the battle. The question marks will be filled in once the bio is finished.

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Name: Vianhart

Alias: ?

Age: ?

Gender: Male

Race: Lupian

Home Planet: Lupia

Occupation: Guardian of Lupia

Personality: ?

Appearance: Vianhart

Abilities: Lupians have been known to be masters in the arts of melee and this is no exception in Vianhart’s case. He is extremely agile and strong, able to take down enemies twice or three times his size. The Lupian is also skilled in the arts of spirit manipulation/Incarnum, (mostly being his own spirit rather than the spirits of others.) which he uses to increase the potential of his physical power much farther than they would be normally. Through many years of fighting, his spiritual capacity has become quite broad, making him able to fight for several days straight before growing tired. He has eased in the ability of astral projection as well as many other useful spiritual spells.

Being a master of the hunt, Vianhart is inherited with extremely keen senses. He has been known to chase down his enemy when they attempt to retreat upon defeat or coming close to do so, until they are no longer able to run. Sneaking up upon the Lupian is practically futile and even foolish, for he is able to hear every movement and distinguish one sound from another amongst many. The same goes for his other senses. He is also able to unleash a howl that can be heard only by certain individuals, which can range to great distances. However, unless one is able to understand the Lupian language through howling, he may only be able to speak to his fellow Lupians.

Bio: ( Still being written. )

~Lupia~

Lupia is a planet dominated by wolves. It is a beautiful planet, a little over half of the planet is covered by water and snow, the rest being a forest-like appearance. While there are many other creatures upon this planet (mostly being woodland creatures), the planet’s population mostly consists of wolves. It had been like this since the birth of the planet. Not a single human or any human-like being inhabits this planet.

At first, the wolves lived in peace amongst the rest of them, hunting and taking care of their family. However, the Lupians (as their race is referred to, for they’re not exactly normal wolves.), being warriors by heart and nature, eventually waged war with other packs for territory and the like. Due to the fact that the planet was still young, wars or even battles didn’t happen so often, but as the population grew and generations passed, the Lupians were taught that they had to fight to defend themselves and their family as well as their territory.

As the years went by, the Lupians had become much more intelligent and had eventually discovered a unique force with themselves in which they could utilize in combat. This is known as the spirit. Being masters in the arts of melee, the Lupians had also quickly become powerful spiritual manipulators and in the arts of Incarnum. They had also learned that by fusing their own spirits with the very spirit of their home planet, they could make miracles and phenomenon occur, like calling storms at will. This, however, wasn’t used as much, for it took so much energy to utilize that only the most powerful would be able to do the simplest ones. This discovery didn’t only prove to be useful in combat, but for communicating as well.

Through many years of war, Lupia’s land had eventually, and practically, been divided between the four major packs of Lupians. There were, of course, many other packs that were allowed to roam in areas that remained unclaimed, but these four packs were known all over the planet. Soon enough, the packless Lupians joined one of the four packs, whether it had been by force or by surrender. It seemed that the leaders of these packs were now facing a war that would not only decide whom was stronger but who will reign supreme over the entire planet.

Although, much like every war, there were those who disagreed with it and had a more constructive method of managing both the war and the entire planet. A small group of Lupians had snuck away from their packs and gathered upon the battlefield, several hours before the large battle would begin and spoke to every Lupian that was there.

Lucia convinced the rest of them that being at each other’s throats would destroy them on the long run and that they were all one large family; a pack. For several moons, the once opposing packs considered her words and concluded that they should share the land, as it was meant to be, and become one large pack. The Alpha pair were chosen democratically and put into consideration that they should be fairly young, strong, and wise. Soon afterward, the rest of the higher spots were filled, and balance was restored once more, bringing a new age of peace upon Lupia, for the time being.

~Vianhart~

Vianhart was born several years after the unification of Lupia, in one of the more dangerous areas of the planet. Even though the Lupians had come together as one pack, there were still some that were twisted with the thoughts of war and traveled in smaller packs, slowly gathering more to join them, by force if necessary, and raiding the homes of others. They were simply known as Raiders. Due to having an attack once every few moons, his family had grown to be quite the fighters, passing what they knew to him when he was old enough.

The weather in the area in which he lived in was also one of the harsher ones as well, for it was filled with snow and there were blizzards several times a year. This place was called Therum. Vianhart had quickly grown used to the weather and begun to learn to hunt for his family as well as for himself. His parents always had the feeling that he was a unique one, due to the fact that he had something that no other Lupian seemed to have. The fur that lies upon the right side of his face is a pure snow-white color, while the rest of him was simply a dark blue fur. However, the significance of this has still not yet been figured it, if any, besides the fact that none other has such a strange formation of color.

When he was about eight years of age, his parents had given birth to his sister, whom he had become very close to, over the years. During the very same time period, his fur had slowly changed color. While it still maintained its darkish blue color, for the most part, steaks of copper had slowly made its appearance upon him.

His sister was named Eona, her fur being completely blue, much like Vianhart’s but a much lighter tone. She had always been intelligent and caring. Vianhart had always thought of her as naive, for she was sometimes too kind for her own good. He feared that this would hurt her later in her lifetime, but no matter how or what he taught her during her puppy days, she remained as such.

Accepting the fact that she will remain her kind self for quite some time, he had learned to admire her for this side of her, for most Lupians were cold and harsh due to the lifestyle a good percent of them are forced into living. The two traveled and hunted together almost all the time and shared each other’s view points as they grew up together. They had eventually made a bond that was seemingly unbreakable as they vowed to each other to protect each other, no matter what the circumstance.

It seemed that fate had tested this bond between the two when Vianhart had reached the age of seventeen and Eona being nine. They had never forgotten this day, for it had changed their entire lives, completely.

Their family had taken note upon the fact that there hadn’t been an attack by Raiders for the past year and knew better than to think that it was any sign of good news. Vianhart and Eona, however, enjoyed that year of peace and hoped that it would have lasted for a much longer time. However, one night, their mother had been kidnapped by several of them, only to realize it the very next morning. Angered by the Raider’s actions this time more than ever; Vianhart, Eona, and their father quickly followed the scent they left behind and tracked them until they reached a point where they could go no further.

At the very center of their homeland, Therum, there lie a strange and ominous plain of snow. It was completely surrounded by mountains except for a small space between the mountainous wall that allowed those who wanted to enter to do so, one by one. Myths surrounded this area for generations, being known as a forbidden plain, for those who have entered have never been known to come out. The temperature seems to be much colder in the area compared to the rest of Therum and there always seems to be a blizzard occurring within it. The roar of the storm could always be heard to those who stray close to it.

“You two stay here, I’ll go in myself. Make sure none of them escape.” Their father told them, just before making his way into the dangerous plain. Eona had inquired what they should do if he didn’t make it back successful or even alive, but they didn’t receive an answer. They had already lost sight of him within the thick blizzard.

Vianhart was worried, but he tried not to show it in front of his sister, not wanting to make her feel any worse than she already had. He continually assured her that everything was going to be okay, but several hours passed and their father still hadn’t returned.

“I’m going after him.” Eona announced, hastily making her way through the small tunnel that led to the roar of the storm. Vianhart tried to stop her, but was futile in his attempt to do so. And he knew that they needed to go eventually… it was only better that they went together, as they always had. The bitter cold of this mythical area was something he would never forget. His fur had almost immediately froze, making his movements harder to utilize as they traversed further into the area. They could barely see beyond their noses, for the blizzard stampeded their line of sight. His nose could barely smell due to it being numb. It seemed that it would be impossible to track down anyone in these conditions.

Having wandered aimlessly for about an hour or two, they both collapsed in the middle of the dreaded place, lying on the nearly two feet of snow that they had been traveling upon for what seemed to be days. Vianhart had to offer some of his spiritual energy in order to keep his sister going, but, at this point, he hardly had enough for himself.

“Weak… just like your parents.” The ears upon both of the Lupians immediately twitched at the sound of the voice as their bodies sprang upward to see whom it was. About eight Raiders stood before them, all of which had been primarily assumed to be Lupians, but Vianhart knew there was something far too different about them. Along their fur, they had strange markings and their spiritual energy was much too different. It was also quite clear that these Raiders were far stronger than they were. “Don’t bother looking for your parents, they are dead, and you will be as well.” The black Raider spoke, his eyes glaring straight into Vianhart’s eyes. To this day, he never forgotten what they had looked like; the image of the murder forever etched in his mind as he thirsted to kill him.

All eight of the Raiders howled loudly, only to be overtaken by a loud explosion-like sound. The sound came from all around them and the wind suddenly picked up in speed. The ground began to shake as they realized that the snow from the mountains surrounding the area was now racing toward them, in all directions.

There was no escape.

“The Lupian race shall bow to our superior might.” The black Raider spoke, just before him and his entire group had somehow teleported and retreated, unscathed. Vianhart and Eona both exchanged expressions of fear as they thought quickly of what they could possibly do.

“Run!” Vianhart barked as he quickly dashed in the direction from which they came, with Eona close behind. It was a desperate and futile attempt, but there wasn’t much they could do in this situation, at all. They both ran as fast as they could across the plain, as the roar of the avalanche grew louder and louder with each passing second. The Lupians stopped in their tracks when they saw the wave of snow coming from in front of them. As they looked in any other direction, it was the same. Eona huddled closed to her brother, ready to embrace the end with him, but a bright white light bordered both their bodies as they waves of snow closed in, taking them some place they had never been to before.

However, immediately after they had vaguely escaped, they both collapsed upon the ground they had been taken to, falling asleep for quite some time…

[???]

Name: Versato Gravemind

Title: Angel of the Endarkened Wrath

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Mancer

Power Classification: Watered down, to a somewhat higher standard


Appearance: Link


Image Basics -

Height - 6'4"
Weight - 215 lbs.
Eye Color - Jade
Hair Color - Metallic
Body Build - A perfect and durable build.
Facial Features - None
Other Features - Despite the appearance that he has, his body serves as more of a shell to what he is really composed of; a deadly energy-like matter that seems to "reject" or destroy and eat away all particles that do not belong to Versato. It has been said that his parents crafted this as a form of protection using the Zansu Art and Versato has lately become into grasp with the concept of manipulating it.

Temperament:[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]

General Interests -
- Sweets
- Writing
- Shuriken Arts


General Dislikes -
- Cowardice
- Purity, or averagely unchanging and uninteresting beings.
- Conforming minds


Armaments: Blackest Wrath

A technique derived from mancery relating to shadows and other forms and names of it. A pair of soft and lightly feathered wings emits from the back, despite appearance, these wings are not actually composed of feathers, but black shuriken that have taken on a form so similar to feathers that it causes an illusion to the regular eye. Each of these shuriken are said to be composed of the same material his parents composed his body of, but it easily changable.




Abilities/Talents

Mancery: As a mancer, Versato is a master of the Secret Art which powers dive into aspects such as Geomancery, Pyromancery, Biomancery, etc. As a Mancer, Versato does not generally draw upon the planes of the Omniverse, or magick much at all, though he can perform many feats that are covered by magick. Mancers draw from an unknown source of their own magic which seems to cover many abilities and talents. Versato has become one of the most powerful Mancers of all. Mancers have been known to craft destructive energies and other variations of this sort.

Affection: Versato specializes in a mastery of the Secret Art that few Mancers have even dreamt of controling. His main powers deal with affecting or effecting the physical world through mental thoughts, allowing him to mainly accomplish or do much of anything that he processes through the mind. His thought patterns can directly affect the physical world(outside his thoughts), it also becomes possible for him to manifest something on to the physical world.

Zansu: Versato has been known to draw influence from several sources, be it latin, greece, or even Japanese in this case. The Art that complies with the Affection Art deals with manifestations of Versato's emotions into powerful and creative offensive attacks. This Art was originally formed from Versato and has since formed the base of his fame as such a powerful Mancer. The most common form of said manifestations are bubbles or spheres. Zansu has since become a sacred and fragile art and because of this Versato has only experimented with a Manifestation of Pain, the others emotion's powers have yet to be found.



Melee Applications: He has mastered several martial art styles to aid in melee combat not requiring chakras. Some of these styles include the Savate(sp?), Ninjitsu, Jujitsu, and several other styles. Through rough physical training, Versato has aquired unbelievable strength throughout all muscles and bones of his shell of a body.




Biography: Build-On Style.

His tale was known to be legendary, but nobody actually knew the complete tale. It has been said that his actions have since been erased from the effected minds and all records have been destroyed or lost.



Assistants/Allies: None at the moment.


Charachter Theme Song: The War - Angels and Airwaves

[Sir Meta Knight]

I'll unleash the biggest beasties in Hive Fleet Moloch that I can find. ;D

[Hip-Hop]

I'm not asking if I can join. I'm joining. I should be mactive again by Wednsday of next week, as I am currently on punishment for bad grades aka being too damn lazy to turn in work to my dumbass teachers who don't give a shit if I pass or fail anyway.

[Chariot of Fire]

I don't know if Strano will be powerful enough, but I'll see as other people put up their templates. Click "Strano" for the template.

[Azanulbizare]

Is this it? This is all KHI has to offer? In two days, this will begin. Anybody without a template up won't battle. I'm not going to work with anyone's schedule but my own.

Not all that KHI has to offer. If I count for anything, that is.

Expect my template within the two days. I may use Damien, I may not. If I do, I'll be revising his template.

[Sir Meta Knight]

Originally Posted by Azanulbizare

Is this it? This is all KHI has to offer? In two days, this will begin. Anybody without a template up won't battle. I'm not going to work with anyone's schedule but my own.

...lolk then, n00b. D:

[Lord of Chaos]

Then it appears I can't join this battle either. For the better probably -- I couldn't give you my full attention, and that is what you truly deserve. Sure, you might get blown away, but I'm not going to assume things. Even so, I think now you see why I leave so often. I wish you the best of luck, and I am always here (even if I'm not here) if you need me. Good-bye, and may the Winds of Destiny blow our paths back together some day.

-- Kegan

[???]

Well, it's today, exciting somewhat. What are the rules as far as posting goes? Like an order or something?

I guess I can't join; I had a power outage from 2:00 to 11:00 yesterday.

Oh well.