Almost Easy (New Character)

[Lord of Chaos]

Valyon sat upon the ominous onyx throne that had become so familiar to his character. However, at the moment he was wearing a business suit instead of his usual garb. The odd-colored orbs that sat within his skull scanned the area in front of him. This would be a battle for a purpose -- however, he would not be the one battling. No, this was to test to see if one was worthy of being his servant. He had hand-picked a fighter that he thought would have the skill... now he would just have to wait and see if it were true.

He slowly sat back, placing his elbows upon the arm rests and clasping his hands together in front of him, as if he were plotting something, even though he wasn't. The only question was were to get an opponent for this battler.

His eyes scanned his surroundings -- the Grand Hall of his palace in Faerun. Torches filled the place with adequate light. The familiar stone walls stood, as they always had, with his crest draping down from each wall every several feet. Ten large pillars stood at evenly-spaced intervals around the circular chamber. He stared at the door all the way at the other side of the colossal chamber and smiled, watching as they vanished away.

He brought his left hand up and waved it, opening rifts of all sorts. An opponent would come through one of these rifts eventually. Until then, he smiled, sitting there. He spoke only one phrase, and it echoed throughout the Omniverse:

"Who will fight? Who will come to challenge the one I have picked that shall be my champion, my servant? "


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This is to test a new character of mine. It's also to really see if it's worth me battling anymore. I don't mean that in the sense that I'm trying to be arrogant and say no one can beat me, but in the sense that is it really worth my time anymore, especially considering I've only been getting steadily worse (that's mainly my fault though).

There is more to this battle, however! The winner shall receive quite a surprise (or two... or seven, lol). Trust me, this character won't be terribly difficult to battle. This is, of course, a PC match and the battlefield is set... for now. I will take up to 3 competitors. This shall be a free-for-all, of course, because there can only be one winner.

So, if you really want a win against poor little ole' LoC... now's your chance.


Spots:
Dawning Kensei
Endless Devoid
Chariot of Fire
Rhythm of Apathy
??????? (Character to be revealed upon arrival of the guests)

[Faint_Remnant]

Well if you won't pull that bullshit like you did with Vaylon in our fight, then i'll gladly take it up.

[Elegant Esthetics]

Hello, old...mentor? Teacher? I don't know what to call you, but I'd like to have a battle with you.

I'll have my character up later.

[Lord of Chaos]

DK, you have a spot.

FR, get a life and get over losing. Don't post here again.

[Endless Devoid]

FR reported, and entry made.

Bellefast in?

[Lord of Chaos]

Nice comeback. No originality or wit whatsoever. I could do a full and quite nicely done response, but I won't, because ED reported you, which is good enough. Thanks man.

Bellefast in indeed.

[Chariot of Fire]

One spot left? Score. If I am accepted, I'll be using my new character, unless you wish for another one. If you don't like this character, I'll use KHI Roleplaying Database wiki / Artemidorus of the Word. Click link for template.


Name
Apocrypha Revelation

Gender
????

Age
???? (has existed for about one year now)

Build
Can change- usually thin, spectral, ghost-like

Height
Can change- usually 6’3”

Weight
Can change- usually 0 lbs

Appearance
Apocypha Revelation’s natural form is that of a wraith-like specter. Gray/white, tattered robes flow over its bony structure, tearing in several places to reveal the skeletal body underneath. It does not have legs- instead its cloak flows over it like a gaseous tail of smoke. The end of its body usually appears to end in static, like an image fading out of focus. If one happens to glance under the cloak however, they might notice a large gleaming white emblem of a Cross emblazoned in its chest. Its head is not revealed, as it is hidden in constant shadow underneath a tattered hood. If one was too gaze beneath this outward gait however, they would see that its every color, every bony digit, is formed of constantly flowing letters. Inky black words make up its body, and if one can get close enough to read them, then they might uncover the secrets of its origins…

Personality
Apocrypha is destruction and finality imbued in physical form. It is divine judgment poured out into a shell of matter. It is the darkness before the dawn, locked away in a human vessel. If it has developed any sort of personality, it is that of spite, rebellion, and chaos. It does not follow rules. It does not follow orders. It does not respect cosmic law. It simply unleashes what is held inside it, banished forever from the place of its birth. Hateful of its creator, in denial of its own nature, Apocrypha despises the very nature of deities, although he grudgingly recognizes the One…

Nature
Apocrypha is imbued with and capable of unleashing the Final Judgment, as foretold in the Book of Revelations and witnessed by John in the Holy Word of God. He is capable of manipulating what it describes to the highest degree, even going so far as to stop certain portions of it while accelerating others. He can transform himself, based on the words used in the Book itself, and is capable of going even as far as to judge the souls of the people he destroys. Apocrypha is capable of pouring out plagues, unleashing the fury of the heavens, weighing the souls of the guilty against the purity of the innocent. He can even manifest himself into the Beasts of Revelations…

As he is the Final Judgment of the Christian God’s universe, he is must be understood in order to be destroyed.

Theme Song
Roar! Cloverfield Overture

History

(Abridged)

One year ago, the Manifestor of the Word read the entire Book of Revelations while under the influence of a powerful psychic. The Manifestor of the Word would have accidentally spawned the End of the World had his power been carried out, so the Lord intervened. The Final Judgment was locked inside of a new human body, using a Divine Seal to lock the Final Judgment within the body in the place of a soul. The Divine Seal would suppress the Final Judgment from overcoming the human body, and the Final Judgment would strike this Universe when God selected it was time.

Unfortunately, the human body was incapable of sustaining such wrath and venom from God’s Final Judgment, and it was warped into a monstrous remnant of a former human. The Lord exiled this being to outside this dimension, and now the being is forced to wander the realms of the Omniverse… at least, everywhere besides its own dimension, from which it has been locked. It has developed some sort of self-understanding, although by its own chaotic nature, it understands nothing of love and of humanity. It is built on punishment... on destructive chaos...

[Lord of Chaos]

I may end up regretting it, but Apocrypha is accepted. That's all three. Now DK has to get up a character... and you guys can go ahead and do your intros.

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

Aw. Too late. But you have a spectator, if it provides any sentimental value.

[Lord of Chaos]

Actually, you can participate RoA. I'm willing to make an exception on your behalf. So we have a total of 5 fighters including myself. Get your characters up or whatever and make an intro post. I'll be waiting.

[Elegant Esthetics]

For the sake of convenience (and keeping the number at an even level) I'll drop out of this.

EDIT: f*** that

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

OK... >.>'

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Name: Jinsei - Jin
Title: Cavalier of a Reposeful Sloth
Gender: Male
Race: Necrophim

Occupation: Your Average Creator Class

Height: 6’7”
Weight: 150 lbs
Complexion: Olive
Mental Age: 644
Physical Age: 16 – 18.
Build: Deceitfully lank.

Physical Depiction: Link

Current Attire: Link – White Hanfu, as depicted in this scene.

Personality: Jinsei’s personality is not so much definitive as it is misunderstood. His distasteful title gives insight into the kind of person he is, relatively lazy, easily annoyed and somewhat conceited, but overall exaggerated to a certain degree. He lacks motivation and is at times quite easily distracted, but when he gains (or regains) focus on the task at hand, many find his resolve and determination impossible to overcome. Life to him is acknowledged as a powerful force, but the value of others he holds rather low. He has no interest in mindless slaughter, but at the same time couldn’t care less as long as his desires are realised, and his goals met. Not to worry, for he does have a sense of humour, and tends to exercise it quite regularly.

Interested in:
- Power
- Alcohol
- Chocolate (favourably white)

Detests:
- Ceaseless Hyperactivity
- Disturbances (to his sleep)
- Losing

Armaments: Jinsei is knowledgeable in all forms of martial arts conceived through the minds of martial artists born and bred on earth, and has even managed to develop several forms of his own. Of course, he tends to dispose of his enemies through his creations, rather than participate.

Abilities:

Illusion
Manipulation of the light received through the retina to produce faux perception; basically false imagery.

Chi/Ki/Chakra/Astral/Spirit
Many names, same concept. This by-product is created through the synthesis of physical stamina and mental power. Those proficient in its use can perform feats beyond human capabilities, such as superhuman strength, speed, and the ability to fly. Considering that the spirit is comprised of material and mental energies, it could, theoretically be utilized to create life, and probably does so naturally.

Psionics
Supposedly the art and mastery of the mind, it gives way to psychic ability, eventually allowing manipulation at a fundamental degree, spiritual/mental projection, and great focus.

History:
A Necrophim. One of three. Essences of Death, but not Death itself, and it is over this title that they would come to compete. Jinsei was the second eldest, but proved the greatest threat at the time. Polyhymnia had by then already been contained within another human being, whilst Zetsumi had only just come into existence.

It was not known how a Necrophim came to be, but perhaps it was the will of the Omniverse itself, or blatant carelessness on Death's part. Inspired, however, Death came to imprison Jinsei within a special sealed container created by Yuet, God of Purpose, known as "Cruz re Leonidus" or the "Lion's Crusifx". Of course, this container would later come to be known as Mitsukai.

The seal weakened over the course of time, as Mitsukai developed an active lifestyle. However, Jinsei was always quite the sloth, and remained dormant within the child at his own will. Eventually he was roused as a great cataclysmic conflict stirred between Mitsukai, Death and Zetsumi. This great span of time had breezed by for the sleeping one, who was in fact quite annoyed by the sudden disturbance, and woke accordingly.

Left with seemingly no power at all, Mitsukai returned to the world of the living thanks to Jinsei's generosity, and he and Zetsumi staged an attempt to butt Death from her throne. Despite his blatant apathetic attitude towards most things, Jinsei came to detest his endless existence and longed for the greatest slumber of all; Death. He allowed Zetsumi to devour him, furthering the Necromancer’s power.

But Jinsei always anticipated every possibility. How he came to exist at this very moment was a mystery, but not necessarily to him.

Battle Theme: Pingsha Luoyan 《平沙落鴈》 "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank"
Character Theme: Big Wednesday – Free*Land

Quote: “You… woke me.”
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And no, I'm not gonna be busting out uber moves. A few of my characters are severely weakened at the moment.

[Elegant Esthetics]

Name: (Damien) Elendoth Elraith

Age: He has lived long enough to send many vassals about the world, and has seen through the eyes of each.

Race: Maiar

Appearance:
Elendoth has prominent Elven features, including slightly tipped ears and no facial hair. His hair is cut like that of his many vassals; shaggy, and in his eyes half the time. He modeled the vassal Damien after himself, so they share many of the same characteristics; molten copper colored hair, brown eyes, and they are of roughly the same build. Elendoth’s eyes carry a look of alternating hatred and pity, expressed sometimes at the same moment.

Usually wearing the golden armor that was crafted for him, Elendoth also ties a white sash around his midsection, adorned with his personal crest; the Elratu, or phoenix. Upon his pale chest is the same symbol, right where his heart would be. It provides him with both his life and his power, and is a deep red color, as opposed to the inky black of his heirs and vassals. The brown leather cord around his neck is tight, like a modern day choker.

Weapons/Armaments:
~Deltigoth: Damien’s main weapon, which changed after he assumed the name of Elendoth. To reflect the changes in its wielder, Deltigoth has assumed the form of twin swords, each bearing a slight curve in the blade. The pommels are still the color of gold, and their edges hold true.
~Orb of Acyre: The orb of Acyre provides Elendoth with a source of power, defined as a part of the Coalescence. It is about the size of a marble, and is ever shifting in color.

Skills/Abilities:
Elendoth has remained true to his past. He uses magick of the arcane, planar, and Coalescent fashion. As an experienced mage and a higher being, Elendoth uses these energies as he sees fit, and doesn’t require the use of spells. The effects of each type of magic often coincide, but are each a separate energy type, and as such some spells influenced by the Coalescence can prevail where the magick of Arcana cannot. Elendoth can also travel through the planes, manipulate worked metal, and converse with any living creature. These are part of his Maiar heritage, represented by the symbol of Elratu.

Bio:

Favored of the Gods

Being born to the gifted race of the Maiar, Damien was an apt pupil, excelling in both magick and sword play. The Maiar were a divine race along the land of Mythica, and there were only a handful in existence. They answered directly to the gods of Mythica, of whom little was known. Prayers were answered by the Maiar, sometimes in the form of direct aid, but more often in the form of magick cast from the heavens. Damien was one of the few to appear before his subjects, and was the one that organized the holy Knights of Ambrosia, an order dedicated to keeping the peace among the common folk. Everywhere he went Damien protected the weak and innocent, even those that offered prayers to his kin instead of him. This continued for several centuries, with Damien leading the forefront against pain and suffering all the while. He never once slowed, launching himself into battle again and again. As the Grand Teacher among the knights, he also schooled many in the art of sword play, including the children of royalty. Things went well, for a time. And then disaster struck.

Banishment from Mythica

When his parents gave birth to another child using great energies, a bit of the dark side from the Coalescence managed to seep into the newborn. None of the Maiar recognized this, thinking that the child was simply going through a perpetual phase of cruelty. As the years went on the child-named Jared- began to antagonize Damien, and form plans behind his back. The two would butt heads every now and then, but nothing major came of the exchange, until Jared allied himself with the Arhtey- Maiar who had been cast from their realm for their impure mindsets. Together Jared and his army came against the rest of the Maiar, and most of them fell almost immediately. Backed into a corner, Damien brought his Knights against the divine beings, knowing that many of them would die- and they did. When it seemed that all would be lost the gods of Mythica intervened, resurrecting many of the fallen Maiar, and banishing both Damien and Jared. The two were reborn to a mortal woman, changing races in the process; they had become Gilgai, with hardly a fraction of their former powers. Beyond all else they were cut off from the Coalescence, which would have been a heavy blow, if they could remember their past lives.

The Bastion of Light

Even with but a fraction of his power, Damien still helped those that were in need. Along the way he met some extraordinary figures, including Valyon Lightstar and Methesulah the Ancient, two foes that were extremely powerful. Damien fought with the two, but each time both parties escaped with their lives. Damien drew a lot of knowledge from his short apprenticeship with Valyon, which he later used to great effect. Traveling between the universes and to different planets, each time saving them from defeat at the hands of his brother, Jared. This existence was one of a hero- or so Damien thought. Along the way he made some enemies, both from the stock of mortals and gods. It was during this time that his first vassal was created, with the name of Demayin. Eventually Damien and Demayin were reunited, and the beings gained power from the meeting. Finding a woman that Damien came to love, he also had a child with her, bearing the name of Luciane. That particular heir didn’t know that he was the child of Damien, and he spent much time searching the Omniverse for signs of his heritage. Another vassal named Arteyr was created some time later, and the many Elraith vassals traveled about the Omniverse, each acting independent of each other. As Damien found each of the vassals he regained some of his lost power, but his life was not to be quite so easy; disaster struck again.

Fall from Grace

Descending into the Abyss, Damien sought to rid the Omniverse of a powerful entity that was the lord of Hell itself. After a long and terrible battle that ripped holes in the fabric of the Omniverse itself, Damien was defeated by his opponent. Instead of being killed outright, Damien was changed into a demon, and his mindset changed to express that very fact; he began to torment the mortals above him, as well as those pitiful souls trapped in his dimension. This continued for many years, and Damien Elraith became a name that was hated by all. Many came down to try and destroy him, but most of them failed; all but one. Takumi the Tenth Muse nearly defeated Damien, and freed him from his fate using his control over Wyrd, or fate. Damien was released from his personal plane of hell, but Takumi himself was later killed in a battle, which Damien forced him to partake in. With his body ruined and his mind swelling with power. Damien finally remembered his heritage; he was a Maiar, and he was to return to the land of Mythica. In doing so he entered a church that was dedicated to his son Luciane, and there he met some of those that had traveled with Damien many years before. Slaying two of them, Damien received his prize- he regained his old body, and his former power was returned to him. Understanding that which had happened, he quickly explained to his Knights what had transpired, and after some years he was forgiven for his sins.

A Brand New Name

As he rose to in power among the Maiar, Damien took a new name, to try and distance himself from his old personae; Elendoth Elraith he was called, and he rose to the seat of power among the Maiar. He quickly gained control over the Coalescence, and was now a divine entity in his own right. He has begun to travel once again, and this time he does so as a Maiar; while he calls himself Elendoth and Damien interchangeably, he will probably be known exclusively as one or the other; many mortals had short memories, and would forget about the Gilgai that had returned as a Maiar; new relationships would probably have to be formed, except with those of sufficient memories and life spans to remember their old acquaintance. Either way was fine with Elendoth; he was just glad to be himself again.

Theme Song: Blindfolds Aside-Protest the Hero, and Your Guardian Angel-The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Mythica was a name chosen randomly, and has no correlation with Sam's idea.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Don't worry LoC, I'll be careful how I use him, depending on how I see the battle flowing.

IC:

Wandering…

The darkness of this world was not comforting, even to the blackness of this pathetic creature. The ground was dark gray, cracked with the lack of moisture, and absent of life, except for a few spurts of dying grass that shot up from the catacombs of the earth. The desolate plains stretched out as far as the eye could see, and in the dark and apocalyptic skies, a huge stormcloud was brewing, a massive shadowy cloud that seemed to fill the entire heavens. Electrical discharge appeared red because of some chemical in the atmosphere, and every now and then, crimson bolts of lightning would rip across the sky, shattering the silence with roaring cracks of thunder. It was not raining, but wind tore through what few grassblades were left like a sword through a rusty shield. An aura of dismal helplessness seemed to descend upon the endless plains, and as the sole creature on this planet trudged on, its shoulders seemed to hunch with the sheer weight of it all.

It was not using any disguises right now. Gliding was faster then walking at this rate. It moved slowly along, like a spectral remnant of a once powerful warrior, while the wind buffeted through it as if was not even there. Saddening. There was little left to make it human at all… it simply clung to the last threads of cloth and skin that remained steadfast to its bony skeleton. It was how things were, and It felt no will to pretend otherwise for now…

But a bolt of lightning flashed, and the wind picked up again, this time effecting the being more than it deemed necessary. The being, halting for a moment amidst the raging winds and the stormy skies, slowly glanced down at its withered hand, which had barely enough skin to deem it organic. The being slowly raised its hand, pushing it up against the wind, which battered it so much, that it seemed like it would simply break off and be hurled into the great beyond. However, some sort of inner strength within this human shell persevered, and the being managed to hold its arm and hand upright, as if it was holding a cup to toast some anonymous benefactor. A gurgled mumble left its throat, for there were practically no vocal chords left intact in its body. The sound was whipped away by the wind instantly, and for a moment, the being clutched the hood over its head in a desperate attempt to keep its head covered, as if in some desperate attempt to save itself from blowing away.

It need not fear. Slowly, rising from the rotting palm like smoke from a smoldering fire, a small string of black letters rose from It’s palm and slowly twisted through the air, like snakes shifting through the sand. The words were tiny, composed of flat black letters, and written in a language unreadable by most. Curling upwards, stretching upwards until it was about the size of a small serpent, the letters moved easily against the wind, and further snake-like sentences written in this unknown tongue came slithering out of the being’s palm. Like worms from a corpse, they wriggled free, and quickly, without hesitating further, began to wrap themselves around the being’s decaying flesh. The blackness of the letters began to blur as the characters moved faster and faster, elongated, spinning, twisting, until the entire spectral figure was engulfed in a black layer of mystically rotating words, dancing magically around his body like some sort of pagan Indian ghost dance…

And then, as if they had never been there, they changed. From moving black letters, sprung forth shining white skin. The skin was pure in color and in shades, radiating the color of golden lightning with its sheen. The blackness continued to transform, and dawning the tan, beautiful skin, was a simple robe, of the purest, whitest cloth. A head of long, golden hair cascaded down from the scalp of the now exposed head of the being. A pair of golden anklets were clinging around his now bare ankles, and a pair of powerfully looking legs now stood in a place where there was none… The being looked down at its new, angelic form, and with a stretch of its back, six beautifully feathered wings sprung out from its back with a subtle whoosh. The wings were comprised of spiritual energy for the most part… And even that was an illusion to what really wrought them into existence… the Words…

The Words of Apocrypha Revelations…

The now angelic being opened its eyes, revealing the strangest set of orbs seen by most men. Instead of a normal eye, the eyesockets of this being were filled with pure light, which shone with a celestial brightness unmatched by any mortal means. It opened it’s palms slightly, feeling the strength of its new ‘body’ and simply let out a sigh.

“The angelic don’t know their blessings enough,” Apocrypha Revelations said simply, using his new power of speech, “They take their positions in the heavens so lightly…”

He walked forward, now unburdened by the mere storm and wind which stood against him. However, as he walked a single step forward, he suddenly felt something shift around him. He’d been wandering through the Omniverse for enough time to know a dimensional shift when he felt one… Just as he thought, when he blinked, he suddenly was not in the desolate field, with the gloomy storm. He had appeared in a strange, caste-like chamber… Torches lined the walls, and a strange crest seemed to be strung upon every piece of fabric that fell from the heavens.

A throne… It was jet black, as if composed from darkness itself… An illusion created by the rare onyx used to compose it… It was magnificent to be sure, although the throne in the heavens was far more beautiful in its complexion… The one that presided over the sea of crystal glass… Apocrypha could see it in his mind, as clear as if he had been there himself… The beautiful golden throne, carved of the most precious gemstones, surrounded by a heavenly aura so great, that even the Saints themselves dare not look directly upon its magnificence. A throne upon which sat the Almighty himself…

The Almighty… The Arbiter, more like…

There was a man sitting on the throne as well… A man, wearing a suit of human creation… Apocrypha glanced down at his own muscular chest, seeing the faint glimmer of the Seal still upon him. It was still active… and this was not his own dimension… What was this place… Who dared redirect him from his aimless wandering? Who dared attempt to control him? He glanced at the man, one with strangely colored eyes and a look on his face that seemed to defy all humanness. There was something different...

“Who are you, where am I, and why am I here?” asked Apocrypha bluntly, not taking an time for advice. He would not take this kind of abrupt control lightly…

[Endless Devoid]

"Isn't it nice?"

"....What?" A raspy, cold, somewhat snake-like voice responded, seeming somewhat apathetic.

There were heavy pulsations of energy everywhere, heavy enough that even without physical eyes, Bellefast could see every detail of the landscape around him. These men all seemed to carry themselves with intense confidence and valor, be it for the forces of "good" or for "evil", if such terms could be used to lightly. In his haste, he had only brought a few "items" for use if a conflict should break out. However, he would not expose himself lightly, and with such intense radiations of power, he may need what few tricks he could carry.

"...Nothing."

"Hush fool, they're all around us, they'll hear us, if they don't already know we're here."

An eye manifested flat on the ground in a barren corner of the Great Hall, created from the many bacteria beneath the surface. This eye peered out with much clearer vision on the age-old chamber in Valyon's castle. Valyon, a fabled being that Bellefast had heard his master speak of on a few occasions when referencing chaotic energy. Nonetheless, his dormancy was Bellefast's key that it would not be Valyon they would combat....but then, who?

As the eye faded out and the life returned to the ground beneath the hall, Bellefast's essence returned to the arena, and Tenzo's ever-present will to destroy compelled him to desperately await this battle's beginning.