Resolve.

[Without Name]

Through the sheer intensity of our burning hearts, passions collide as the souls of the fearless warriors clash on the battlefield known as "Pride".

Name: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human-like

Appearance: Picture.

Personality: The Nameless warrior is compassionate, passionate, and any other word that coincides with such traits. He possesses an unbreakable will that inspires hope in his companions, and drives him to achieve any goal he may set for himself. He protects those he loves, and proves his worth to the rest of the Omniverse through his deeds and actions. Hot-headed at times, he is not without a brain.

Weapon:

Resolve - His blade. A nodachi, it is considerably longer than a katana. However, this is no ordinary blade. This blade is manifested from the soul itself. If the warrior feels a heavy burden, so shall the blade be heavy. And if he blazes with conviction it shall cut with an edge unlike any other, and weigh next to nothing, if nothing.

This blade can not cut its owner, unless he allowed it. Physics, do not necessarily apply to this blade, and the resolve of the individual determines its indestructibility. It is, in all essence, a physical representation of the psyche, and its true power is not to be overlooked, or underestimated.

Cut anything and everything. Never dull. - The Blade.

Abilities: The abilities of the nameless warrior revolve primarily around his blade, and various feats can be accomplished in combination with it. The physical world, or reality, in a sense, bends to his perception and allows him to do things otherwise considered impossible.

Furthermore, the nameless warrior, without a name, can not truly find the light within him, and thus his shadow self is projected into the world. This shadow self is also without name, and it encompasses his deepest most curiosities and desires. He does not necessarily get along with his shadow as it represents someone he does not wish to become.

However, his shadow possesses a weapon of its own, and fights with him at times.

Theme song: Foo Fighters - Resolve
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This battle will commence at an unspecified date, and shall continue for an unspecified time limit.

I suppose it is power character/melee, though that is entirely determined by your actions in the battle, as I shall feel so inclined as to fight you fairly and thus in accordance to how you should treat me.

As a result, you are also entitled to choose a battlefield.

[Archetype00x]

Name: Asher (Ah-sure) Assam (Ah-saam) Saint-Saens (Saynt-Sanes).

Age: 18.

Gender: Male.

Race: --- (Human?)

Appearance: Asher stands at about five feet and nine inches, with relatively long, about collar length blonde hair. His complexion is fairly pale, and he has two tear-shaped tattoos underneath his left eye. Asher is heterochromatic, with one eye yellow and the other a deep, moss green. He has a slim yet firm build, with a sharp jaw line.

Asher's wardrobe essentially consists of sharp blues or other cools tones; typically high-collared, sleeveless vests, slim-fitting long-sleeved shirts, hoodies, etc. He wears baggy yellow and black checkered cargo shorts, with dueling belts with several pouches for supplies lined on them. He wears white or black socks over flexible, strap-on sandals. He wears a black, fingerless glove on his right hand.

Biography: (Edited and heavily shortened.) Asher can only be classified as a 'wanderer.' His past shrouded in mystery, only the basics are known to even he; he was born in a place called Twilight Town, his mother and father disappeared when he was young, and he's been able to see into the truth of people's words or actions since he was twelve. Granted the Fang of Mammon after his parents disappearance, the weapon allowed Asher to traverse worlds, gathering information about his parents whereabouts - and on himself. His adventures eventually bringing him to a place called Radiant Garden, he felt at peace in this place, and made a home for himself.

Weapon: `The Fang of Mammon` ; A long-bladed scythe forged from a single tooth of the great hound of Hades, Cerberus, imbued with the power of a legion of demons. It's handle takes on the form of dried black scales with veins pulsing underneath them, accented with a great yellow eye on both sides of the blade's stem. It's incredible strength and range of attack enable Asher to take lives in the masses.

`Mantis Claw` ; The replacement for the left hand he lost in a battle that also left him with the scar on his back. A ball-jointed gauntlet forged from aluminum and silver, it has long, extendable and retractable needles for close-range combat.

Power(s) / Abilities: Asher's abilities in battle are nearly unmatched; with split second reflexes providing an almost guaranteed defend-and-counter maneuver against any attack, he's well trained in hand-to-hand combat, as well as utilizing the environment to his advantage. Highly enduring, Asher can be thrown through a brick wall and recover almost immediately if the situation calls for it. He's cool and calculated in battle, with great tactical prowess, so much so that he can stay ahead of an enemy by five moves.

Battle Theme: "Coraline" - Rasputina.

[Rem]

Oh damn. Mind if I join as well?

[Without Name]

Yer you both can. The battlefield will be whoever chooses it first.

[Rem]

I wonder if Archetype knows who you are.

Name: Metsubou

Physical Age: 49

Gender: Male, I suppose.

Race: Unidentifiable, physical appearance is similar to a human.

Appearance: If you're familiar with Kimimaro's appearance, from Naruto, that's it.

Weapons:

Yami: A deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards with magical properties. Once activated, the effect is decided by Metsubou, though it must relate to the actual card. Besides that limitation, the cards effect can do whatever he wishes.

Makai: A special instrument also enhanced with magical properties. By playing a song, that lyrics along with the rest of the song emit from the flute and depending on the song, can produce unique effects. The flute is not limited by itself and can play any song.

Tentou: The final weapon in his collection. It is a long blade, yet it is unbelievably light. It is similar to a samurai blade, and it too is enhanced magically. The blade is almost like a bridge, as it is connected in some way, to all other planes. It can utilize the power from a plane, transport something it touches to a plane, and has many other uses.

Abilities:

Advanced Psionics: Metsubou can perform any sort of magic with mental effort, requiring little most of the time. Plane projection is possible as well.

Lastly, Metsubou's body is probably the most unique thing about him. It is there, but it is not physical, it is not an energy, or a matter. Although it is unknown of what to classify his body/soul as, it is known that it can usually adapt to survive in any environment. Even in places where one would be completely eaten away, his body adapts to survive. It is possible for him to become temporarily physical.

Special Techniques:

Neth, the Plane that Lives: To be revealed at a later time.
The Plane of Non-Existence: To be explained at a later time, though it has been used before by someone known as Justice.

Character Theme Song: Impulse - An Endless Sporadic
Battle Theme Song: Zetsubou Billy - Maximum the Hormone

Thought I'd use something simple too. I'll let you choose the location, Arche.

[Without Name]

I also wonder. If he indeed does, I'd ask him to kindly tell me, as I'm equally as confused.

Realising that your character has a theme song, I suppose I should add one of my own, and have proceeded to do so. Just letting you guys know that you're free and encouraged to make the first post, entailing the arena.

[Archetype00x]

No, I don't believe I know who you are, WN. Is that a problem?

[Rem]

WN is nobody, he has no name. Post coming soon.

[Rem]

Edit: Sorry for the double post, there was a post above me before.


Shik..

Shleeng..

Shleeng..

Crrshhh..

The sounds of a blade sheathing and slashing viciously into bodies and clashing with other blades or objects of equal force. It was a blond haired man fighting, he's outnumbered greatly it seems, as a horde of violent demons surround him and attempt to take his life, but this is just how it seems. Actually, these over confident creatures could never even begin to destroy him. He held, now locked blade to blade with a rather angry beast gnashing it's own teeth in anger so loudly that it could be heard in the distances. The fiery intent in the beast's eyes only grew with each passing moment as the man simply glared and smirked in the utmost cockiest of ways, only angering the beast more. It seemed as if he wanted to anger the beast, because he then yawned in boredom, now face to face with this creature.

"Braaaaaaaaagh! I'll kill this vile being!!!"

He laughed and let go slightly enough for the demon to push in on him, then in a quick motion he pushed with greater force to repel him and cause the beast to leave himself completely open. As he did so, the man struck him swiftly and opened his stomach onto the floor, watching the beast cry and moan as his life left him. Smiling once more he seemed to dance around the battlefield, picking each one off, one by one in an amazing style. Sweat poured from his light and fake body as he prided himself on his victory. As the breath pounded out of him at an intense rate, a dark figure began to emerge from the cold and indigo colored ground. This figure stood at exactly seven foot height and was draped in a midnight cloak that was so long that was actually twice the size of his body. A scythe, the cliche weapon for a being such as him, silently slid out and open a large wound on the back of the blond haired man. Two more wounds were created just as quickly on his shoulders, and then his chest.

The blond haired man now lay in a puddle of his own blood, with the reaper standing above him triumphantly. This situation would seem like the demise of the man, but this was not the case, in the next moment, he died. The reaper thought he had won and avenged his legion, but this man had appeared behind him, very much alive now. The reaper screamed in amazement as he stared at another one these men, the other body still laying in the blood puddle. The blond haired man's sword pierced the cloak and uttered one final thing to him.

"Say hello to The Plane of Non-Existence for me, I haven't been there in a while".

The reaper smirked as he vanished. The reason became apparent as a claw emerged from the ground and clasped around his body, his body was beginning to burn from the immense heat of the magma that encase the presumed demon's claw. As he was being pulled into the ground, a cliche white light shimmered down upon him, and a new hand reached for him. He grabbed hoping that this was the hand of savior.

In the next moment his eyes opened to a vast field of clouds and platforms, a heaven. Symbols were scattered across each platform. There was a cold breath traveling down his neck and soon a voice emitted from the figure that remained latched to the back of the blond haired man as if he were a precious item.

"I hope you like it here, for this will be the place where you'll be recreated, or you'll die, whatever, Metsubou."

A dull look remained in his eyes, he wasn't caring or giving attention to the fact that this figure knew his name. The only thing he found interesting about it was the light purple wings and blue skin it had, an angel most likely.

"You'll have visitors soon".

His eyes raised very slightly, almost unnoticeable, what did this mean? He wondered. The angel kissed him and left Metsubou to stare into an empty heaven. Was this perhaps sign that a pure being does not exist? That could be left to interpretation. The only thing he was actually thinking about was whether or not that angel that kissed him was male or female.

OoC: Eh, I'm having trouble creating lengthy posts lately.

[Azanulbizare]

Why is it always about killing vile beings? >:

Why can't it be like "hey, let me pick these flowers for my boyfriend. Oh noes someone is stepping on the flowers, I shall kill them."

[Rem]

It has nothing to do with me killing vile beings. Also, you said boyfriend, you fag.

[Without Name]

'You're here.'

The Nameless Warrior had revealed himself, though hiding was unintentional to begin with. From the tranquil surroundings of this heaven he appeared, a deep contrast to this place, though he was, really, rather simple in appearance. Perhaps heaven merely belittled the purity of any outside influences, but even heaven could not mask the blade within this warriors grasp.

'I am God.'

As he drew forth the nodachi known as "Resolve" from its sheath, an unusual, yet blatantly powerful aura befell the area. It was not discernible physically, though in the same instance Nameless somehow beheld a new disposition, one of authority and power. It soon became obvious that it had in fact, been there all along, but it was cleverly disguised. Whether this was intentional was also questionable.

He did not know this man, but he recognized the soul of a seasoned warrior, dormant or not, when he saw it. He would test himself.

'Come! Let us set upon the heavens with our strength!'

[Azanulbizare]

Originally Posted by Without Name

'You're here.'

The Nameless Warrior had revealed himself, though hiding was unintentional to begin with. From the tranquil surroundings of this heaven he appeared, a deep contrast to this place, though he was, really, rather simple in appearance. Perhaps heaven merely belittled the purity of any outside influences, but even heaven could not mask the blade within this warriors grasp.

'I am God.'

As he drew forth the nodachi known as "Resolve" from its sheath, an unusual, yet blatantly powerful aura befell the area. It was not discernible physically, though in the same instance Nameless somehow beheld a new disposition, one of authority and power. It soon became obvious that it had in fact, been there all along, but it was cleverly disguised. Whether this was intentional was also questionable.

He did not know this man, but he recognized the soul of a seasoned warrior, dormant or not, when he saw it. He would test himself.

'Come! Let us set upon the heavens with our strength!'

This is fantastic dialogue.

[Without Name]

thankyou, i try extremely hard i think that was my longest and best post yet

[Azanulbizare]

Originally Posted by Without Name

thankyou, i try extremely hard i think that was my longest and best post yet

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