Life on a canvas.

[Blackest Night]

I would like to debut a character I just made this morning.

This will be a powered-down PC match, wherein there are no manipulation of planes, twisting of physics, ripping of souls, et cetera.

I shall unveil my character after I have a challenger.

Judges are welcome.

Forgive the extreme lack of detail in this post. I've quite a few things to focus on at this moment.

[Electropop]

Changed meh mind. <3

Name: Femi

Nickname: Red Butterfly.

Age: 17.

Gender: Female.

Personality: She uses to be a peaceful loving woman but with the curse she has turned Ice Cold. She is now a Sadistic person with no trust in humans at all. Always calling them shells, she has a system off Respect Points; the higher it is, the better the lower, well… You’re screwed.

Appearance: She has dark milk colored skin. Long legs and a trend body, her long edgy like hair was her pride. But the most different is the eye color was her deep Jade Eyes. Her Appearance is only when she takes control of her “Shell” which is a humans girls body.

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Weapons: Zodiac Spear – Which is invisible until she calls upon it. One of her most used weapon. It stands at 5 and half feet tall filled colored with pure gold. It’s a priceless spear for its deadly never dull blade on the tip. On the other side it has the Egyptian cross for good luck and Fortune. But what’s special is it can change form.

Zodiac Bow- one of its forms again, which is a nice Bow. She has different types of Arrows to use, but no one knows how much she has. It can be all sorts of Elements of types. The Bow is the same just a bow form.

Book of Dead: Which she also keeps hidden. This book has a mind of its own; it will fly around if needed and slap people if Femi is in trouble and can’t defend. But it’s mostly used for spells. It will save time by flashing through pages to find what she needs and it will not be able to be copy. For this is only one copy of the Book of Dead. If someone does copy the gods will see to it for there death. For Femi can only read upon it with Mortal eyes.

Abilities: As what stated earlier her book gives her the spell she needs, for she keeps them hidden. From everything to the most basic Fire spell to even summoning the dead, or even cooking.

Quick Step- Faster then running she will use this to either to catch something or just to get away. No one can really see her for her speed is unmatchable. You will need trained eyes to catch her.
Last Love: A burst of speed will give her if her Spirit Energy is to low.

Elements Shield: Protects her from the hottest of fires all the way to the coldest of Ice. It will protect her like a new skin all the way to the top of the head till her toes. If one was to attack her with say wind it will just give her more Energy stored.

Bio: Such a sad tale of love and lost. She was a princess to be wed to a horrid man. Her father Hateaus sent her to marry a General. But her heart didn’t belong to him, no it belonged to another. It was a servant a boy named Chenzria. The eve before her wedding she went to the shrine of Isis Begging for her help and wisdom.

The gods can hear her cries.

Isis came to Earth at the shrine looking down upon the crying women. The god smiled down upon her knowing her fate was to be her downfall.

“Young child I am giving you my book. The book of the Dead. For you will need it in time, but I must warn you. You must hide it from your husband. For if he finds it you will be doomed. Understand?”

The young women nodded and kissed the god’s feet. She would do what she asked. The day of her wedding she opened to book to find a blank book. Endless of pages of white and one black page in the front. Crying her heart out her was doomed. Rage filled her as she had no escape from Marriage.

Her small country celebrated the Princess Marriage. It was something to be proud of, but others knew the bride was doomed. Hushed voices spoke of the Generals beatings; his calm face was filled with Rage and hate. How he treated women from the past got to others ears. He would beat them, asking for them to do things a man should never ask.

But he always got what his mind set out for.

As she walked down the isle the bride cried, crying for the gods to help her from this prison, but no one would come. The marriage was made, His evil grin, how she wanted to rip it off. She was bounded to him for eternity, that night she was destroyed. She would never forgive him.
Disobeying her husbands voice, she vested Chenzira, They where coughed during the time and was reported to Femis husband and Father. Her husband filled with Rage destroyed her home upon that he found the book the gods gave her.

It was filled with words, not blank like the last time.

The book not having the proper master for Femi was to be stole it hers, The General commended the book to find a Banishment spell for the earth. The pages sped as it found the one it need. “Curse of Prison” was called bounding Femi to earth for all her years. Her own father even turned his back as she was killed by the Zodiac Spear. Her body was killed but not her Spirit.
Her Spirit was in slumber for many years, the book and Zodiac spear was passed down for years in a High Egyptian family. Guarded until Femi would come home. The story was told to children who where to be married, to teach them never to disobey your Husband.

That first black page was the story of the Fallen Princess and how her death came to her punishment.

People may wonder where she slept for such a long time. Easy, She slept with in different people, she slept with in dark walls within the persons mind until she was needed. Her curse was her power, but also a pain. She had to go through each human while Recovering her memories. Her husband wanted her to feel the pain each shell, each life. Each death.

God how she wanted to kill him.


During one shell in a year of 2006, she found a herself with in a young girl. Sleeping until she was called, she found herself yet again with this girl. Who was this girl? Ah Akain. She was also the blood line where Femi was from. Maybe she can help her find her curse broken. She also had her book, and her spear. How...convenitit. Odd...Very odd.

Femi thought this was a sign from the God’s to help her break this curse. At first Akain was against it and thought she was going insane. But her Grandmother soothed her. She gave Akain her Book and the Zodiac spear.

“Princess Femi, will help and vise versa. You must understand you where chosen little one. I give you her book and spear. Lay this spirt to rest, lay her soul to the peaceful realm.”

And so, Femi will have her Revenge.

Theme song- Life-Yui
Battle Song- Rolling Star- Yui

[Blackest Night]

Lovely. Meet the Artist, the second character in a set of 3, following the Actress.

Name: The Artist

Age: The Artist appears to be approximately 32 years old.

Appearance: The Artist appears to be an extremely ragged male. He is a tall man of a tan complexion and lanky build whose inner intensity is conveyed solely through the auburn eyes granted to him. His face seems to be set in an expression of eternal concentration, as though his eyes were trying to pry some hidden truth, some secret essence, from everything that falls into their vision. His wavy chestnut hair is long and unkempt, falling just a small distance past his shoulders. In many instances, some of it falls in front of his face, staying there for quite some time before he is able to divert his attention form his work to fix it. His dark hair is matched by the unshaven beard which runs from his left ear, around his lips and chin, then up to his right ear. A single silver earring dangles from this ear, it's lustrous sheen paired nicely with a slim steel chain necklace that hangs around his neck. His clothes, whatever they may be at the time, are often of less-than-wonderful quality, usually in a state of shabbiness on par with that of the rest of his appearance. However, the Artist does not exude an auura of filth, decrepitness, or poverty. Rather, it would seem that he is simply beyond caring for earthly things, preoccupied solely by something which remains unknown by others.

Weapon: The Artist bears no weapon, only a mastery of the visual arts.

Powers: The Artist bears a talent for the visual arts like no other. Whereas other painters and artisans are content to simply craft their picture onto a board or plain surface, The Artist settles for nothing less than the grand canvas of reality. His mastery and devotion to the visual arts has granted The Artist's peculiar gifts that none before him have possessed.

Drawing: With his knowledge of values, sketching, and shading, The Artist is able to manipulate these qualities of anything he sees fit. He can force a three dimensional object to lose it's depth, forcing it into the visual realm of 2-D. A creature can be brought to lose its outline, rendering it a part of everything around it, only discernable by its color. With another simple whim, The Artist can bring forth outlines of objects that do not exist, granting them shape, shading, and form to an extent where the created becomes just as visually real all other things. Entire landscapes can be willed into sight, and vanish with The Artist's command.

Painting: With this talent, The Artist is able to manipulate color. Though it would seem to be a useless gift, it allows The Artist to drain something of its natural hue and render everything the very same color of grey, or whatever color he so chooses. If an object were simply drained of its color and not supplied with a replacement, it would become a pure white. As with his previous power, there is no way of seeing through the illusion because it is, in fact, not an illusion. HIs powers directly affect their target. Rather than cast a thini mirage over the target, the subject itself is changed.

Sculpting: Highly skilled in this art, The Artist can create animate sculpture of every shape and size from any unliving matter. He cannot master the ability to utilize living tissue in his scuptures, for the sad truth of art is that it is only a mimicry of life. The sculptures take on the qualities of whatever they are comprised of, from the softness of silk to the nigh indestructibility of titanium. Within this particularly ability lies the rest of the "plastic arts", such as glassworking, metalworking, ceramics, and paper art. These scupltures occasionally serve as The Artist's voice to the "subjects" in his painting, as the Artist is rarely present himself.

Personality:

Endlessly passionate about his work, The Artist has long since decided to devote his life to the visual arts. He spends days simply staring at a canvas, awaiting a muse to send him inspiration. The Artist, concerned with the mimicry of life, holds very little respect for life itself. The world he affects though his art is simply the subject of a painting, the object in a picture. The people within it are just blots of paint given life, the area around them nothing more than a detailed background, all of which is waiting to be changed at a whim.

The Artist is never present at any meeting of people. At any given time, though one may "see" the Artist, the man himself may very well be on the opposite side of the world. He lives through a canvas, sees, feels, and hears through his art. He does not dare to place himself in physical danger. To be injured would remove his ability to construct beauty, his most cherished gift.(Incomplete)

I leave the opening post to you, Pop.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: All right, the Artist comes forth! I will watch and/or judge this battle if needed. Perhaps later, we can have a Reggu vs the Artist battle, BN.

[Blackest Night]

Perhaps, cyber. But first, you better finish that template for the HEcatomb. Imma smack you otherwise.

[Electropop]

Akain walked slowly. She was unfamiliar with this place, her eyes and ears were as keen as ever. She had an abstract feeling, but Femi was keeping her in balance. Feeling Akains discomfort Femi took over without a warning, the girl use to this went into slumber for the time benign.

Femi looked around her, surrounding more strange then ever. She Remembered this place...Or Didn't she? Memories seemed to clog around her eyes and mind. She became flustered at once, screaming in frustration, she kicked the nearest thing possible. The Rock flew and hit a wall.

It seems she was in a jungle of sorts. But what was weird was it was a Temple. It was massive but not as tall as her own buildings at her home. Staries seemed to occupy as it looked at the top was a door. To climb or not to climb...a damn good question she pondered. Deciding to stand down on the ground she snapped her fingers.

The book came at once, elevating in front of her deep brown eyes. She snapped her fingers again thinking of a new weapon; Chain blades.

Her new Weapon looked like it normally was, the spear, but when twisted it could stretch as long as she wanted it too. But the blade looked like a grim Reapers, curved. Smiling she stood waiting for whoever was coming; she knew it might be a long battle, or perhaps a short.

As long as it wasn't her end of the stick of her life.

[Blackest Night]

A blank canvas! Sweet, blessed vacancy! It was so pure, so immaculately white that he could have sword it was crafted from the clouds of Heaven itself. It called to him, beckoned to him, ordered him to cover that white fabric with color and hue to create a masterpiece. It would be glorious, an enthralling work of vivid brush strokes, with texture so realistic you could swear one could feel it. it would evoke tumultuous emotion, bring forth the greatest of joy and the deepest sadness!

But wait! What was this? In his mind's eye, a being, so infinitely meaningless, yet so unnaturally captivating. What was it? A girl? She would be the subject of his painting! Oh yes, this living creature would portray the innocence that girls represented, their fragility. What of the background, of her surroundings? A temple? That wouldn't do! He would have to fix that. A temple was no place for a lady, especially not the kind he saw. She would need to be somewhere more barbaric, a place that would juxtapose violence with serenity, war with innocence.

And so, he began. He never touched his canvas. Such a tiny strip of fabric was not worthy of the glorious scene he was to paint. The Artist begun his next work of art, without ever laying a hand upon a paintbrush. He would change this girl's world, without ever leaving the comfort of his own home, ramshackle though it may be.

He first began with the color. It was all too...off. He did away with it. Like dye pelleted by the rain, the color around the girl mulled together, pooled into various shades of colors hardly seen by the human eye, and then proceeded to simply phase out of reality. All things were white, every tree, every bush, every leaf. It if were not for their outlines, left a deep black on a whim, it would have appeared to the girl that she were trapped within a vast expanse of pure white, within the fabric of a canvas.

Then, the outlines vanished, and the girl would find herself in the midst of absolute nothing. The world around her had reverted to a blank slate, ready to be worked into glory by the mind of a master. He would make this his most extravagant piece. A lonely girl with her gleaming blade, now visually nonexistent. Beauty holding ugliness. Serenity possessing Violence.

But then he thought to himself...

Wouldn't it be more striking if this girl in the painting were dead?

[Electropop]

Femi was being to wonder if it was just the smell or perhaps she was tired; but it was odd from going to everything green to drastically changing to white. So much white it made her remember the day of her wedding. She flinched remember the white flowers, white dress, white table tops, to the white chairs.

Gold was misplaced to white.

She could still feel the tears that sank down her brown face, how she loathed him in more ways then before. She could see her lady in waiting trying not tremble with her master. Knowing she was good as dead then anything. Femi tried not to tremble as it went from green to more and whiter.

It seemed like an endless road, of the color. Nor she never did mind, it was just annoying. Snapping her fingers she flipped through her book, looking for an answer to find where she belonged. She finally stopped and frowned. A Teleportation spell was as good as nothing.

Sighing she mummer a few quick words, hopping to get out of the drastic state. Bluish white crowed her body and in a swift move she was gone. Keeping her eyes closed she tried to paint her home, the golden sands, the Palm trees and the famous river of the Nile. Smiling she thought she had it.


Occ: It could be powerplay, but I went with my gut and decide to try it.