Swing low, sweet Chariot...

[Chariot of Fire]

Open Challenge. I am probably making a mistake, but this is open to whomever. I'll be using a new character, and this is open to whoever wants it. I'll go up to three vs. one on this. However, please only post if you're going to be free to post. I don't want this to be inactive

Meet Hymn, the Chariot of Fire

Name
Hymn

Title
The Chariot of Fire

Age
Timeless….Although in technicality, she came into existence when the waters of chaos were stilled, and light broke over the edge of the formless world.

Gender
Hymn has no gender, although she is in most cases referred to as female.

Personality
Hymn is an interesting female. She is soothing, protective, and full of passion for those she escorts, like a mother over her children. Her voice is like a cool stream washing over a child’s burnt finger, and every aspect of her being seems to radiant a sense of both power and genuine care. She loves to sing, and can often be heard singing her favorite spiritual hymns as she descends from on high.

She is a spiritual one to be sure. She holds great faith in the potential of human kind, as well as the One who has created her. Hopeful, powerful, yet slightly on the naïve side, she holds onto the idea that all people have some sort of decency and good inside of them…

Appearance
Hymn has many appearances. She is not something that a label or a classification can be stamped on. She usually makes her appearance to mortals somewhat constant, taking on the appearances of a young woman in her late twenties, with skin as dark as bronze and garbed in a simple pale white robe that covers most of her body. Her hair in this form is jet black, straightened and perfumed with the celestial scents of the heavens. She appears somewhat Egyptian in our facial features, and can be described as a goddess on earth in terms of her beauty. However, she often takes other forms, depending on the situation at hand. Her true form has yet to be seen by any mortal.

Responsibility
Hymn was created for a few specific purposes. She acts as an escort for those who have passed onto the next life, taking their souls to the spiritual plane that they are destined to go. She also acts as an escort and guardian for the living that are chosen before death to ascend to the spiritual and astral planes. A messenger, a conduit, a spiritual guider into the world beyond. She also is responsible for keeping those who did not belong in the spiritual realms out…

She is often enlisted by various divine or demonic beings to aid in their respective spiritual realms. Depending on the universe or dimension where she is currently residing, she will be serving a different god.

Power
Hymn, as part of her nature and her job is capable of performing a variety of powerful feats. She is composed of the same spiritual material as angels and spirits, although she is capable of pulling up dust from the earth in order to take a material form. She is capable of accessing the primary elements of any divine being that has ‘hired her’ so to speak. For example, if she was selected by Zeus to perform her job for him, she would gain power of his heavenly thunderbolts. It should be noted that she can only be ‘hired’ by a divine being of God-like status.

Hymn also bears the power to manipulate spiritual material and energy. This allows her to spawn various spiritual objects out of the energy around her, and although they do not start out as physically accessible, she can create a shell of physical presence around them using the same technique that allows her to become physically tangible. For example, she could create a spear out of spiritual essence drawn from the energy around her. However, it would only be active on a spiritual level unless she drew the matter from the Material plane around it into a shell, forming a physical spear.

Aside from these selective powers, Hymn is capable of using the power of spiritual psalms, hymns, poems, and songs in order to empower others or herself. She often sings them out her own enjoyment, but the core what the song means will reflect itself upon reality.

History
I really hate histories, but there is one, don’t worry about that.

Quote
“Swing low… sweet Chariot…”

[Purple Feather]

Very nice character, CoF ^.^

I'll remain a judge for now. I'm undecided as to whether or not I'll be participating.

[Chariot of Fire]

Thanks Purple. But anyone else want to fight besides you? Since there is only a possibility of you joining.

[Rokazu]

hmm...I could join, perhaps? Axiala again (you know the deal with Kiramus...I don't wanna use him yet until I can justify his powers >.>)

[Chariot of Fire]

Alright, sounds fine by me. Axiala was the one that was partially inspired by Methuselah, no? Or am I thinking about someone else? Fill free to pick the arena and the first post, although try to have a dead corpse lying around, okay?

[Rokazu]

Yes he was - the machine part anyway; the swarm part I think I told you, from a science-fiction that also has to to with nanobots. But, if you don't mind I would take the second post instead; you can go first, I don't really feel like starting up xD. By the way, would you want my template up?

[Chariot of Fire]

Swing low... sweet Chariot...

The sky was an azure blue this morning, without a single white cloud in the sky. The air was singed with radiant heat, as it was well above 100 degrees Fahrenheit, everything seemed to be saturated with an unending fire that would burn without mercy... Nothing moved in this desolate landscape... It was a cracked plain, stretching out as far as the eye could see... The earth was parched and cracked, the the skin of a dehydrated corpse.... There were no animals to be seen, not even a vulture to dine on the figure that had collapsed on the ground...

Coming forth to carry me home...

The figure in question had fallen desolate onto the ground, simply lying there as they fried on the earth like a sausage in a pan. The heat was rising from his body like waves from the ocean, and he barely moved anymore, just letting the heat from the sun and the blistering hot earth burn his skin to a crisp. He had already started to blister, and his skin was sunburnt after many days of wandering this burning hellscape.... He had no hope left... so he simply fell down, the weight of his situation bearing down upon him...

[i]
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see?

However, as he felt his last hold on life slipping, a soothing coolness suddenly seemed to surround him. He sighed at the calm release, and he smiled through chapped and bleeding lips at the sense of peace that he found himself in... An invisible hand touched his cheek, and he smiled, using the last of his strength to reach out and try and feel the presence that was comforting him...

A band of angels coming after me...

"C-carry me home..." he whispered with his last breath, his mouth hoarse with the dryness of the hell he was in... Perhaps it was partially hallucinations, but he thought he saw the shimmering outline of a tall, beautiful woman, nodding solemnly, and smiling as she reached out a hand for him to take... He smiled once more, giving one last, silent breath, before he let the life go out of him, releasing the air within his body in one, last, solemn hiss....

Coming forth to carry me home...

Once he had died, a small bit of blue spiritual energy seemed to pour out of his body. It swirled lightly in the air, before coming together to form a shapeless blue mass, like that of a smoky sphere... It slowly floated over, before it alighted in the woman's hands, where she petted it lovingly as she gazed down at the man who had just died...

"Rest Que Skylar..." she whispered softly, her voice like a skylark in a storm "Your soul will soon dance in the heavens with the Angels..."

[Rokazu]

OOC: Uh. Crappy opening, I know. Well it's a start. Lol

IC:
Axiala descended out of the blue, indifferent sky, dominated by the most mighty and brightest sphere that this planet – or any of its kind – had and would ever have known. The dry ground was scorched with heat. From its own sensors particles around it now was relatively high in kinetic energy compared to the normal temperature usually measured in the Rokazu nation. Though it had ceased so long, Axiala’s inventor had remained as its origin of comparison to other phenomena that it encountered.

There was but a single organism in the middle of the wasteland, virtually baked in this nature-created oven. But Axiala detected no desperation in the life form. For whatever reason, the intellect wanted to save the organism. With its power, the swarm would have no problem pulling the mortal back from death. It was already unconscious…Axiala teleported a portion of itself to the organism, but it was too late. By the time the machine had reached its place, there remained only an empty shell of a humanoid. Its soul was now gone, ascended to heaven or banished to hell, it did not know…Or perhaps back to the Astral, as most people believed.

Was it sadness or disappointment that the artificial intelligent had stimulated just now? As the rest of the swarm landed around the corpse, it mourned sorrowfully, bitter that it failed once again to save lives from death. Its original purpose was protection, thought Axiala, why could it not do just that? The emotion dominated the machine for a few moments, but then it proceeded to its usual routines; searching for metal, or converting matter to it. Axiala needed it as though it was addicted to it. Indeed, Axiala probably could not have existed without this, but was there need to have so much? After all, the machine could exist with one simple atom and retain the same information that its vast pool of knowledge now contained. Exploitation was not necessary, but Axiala pursued the goal as though that was the only point in…existing.

To be born immortal would not understand how it would be as a mortal; being mortal would not comprehend that of being immortal either. Most mortal yearned for immortality; the immortal longed for the opposite. But neither understood the situation to be born mortal and become immortal in the process. Mortal was to die naturally; a soul was to disperse and return to its origin. What made Axiala successful was that it had a virtual soul, but at the same time it did not; it was simply an imitation of the soul – and psychological – imprint of its biological ancestor. Axiala exceeded its natural lifespan of its mind’s existence. The sense of entrapment wasn’t understood or comprehended by others. But if it wanted death so desperately, why did it not choose to die?