Almost Easy (New Character)

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell,
Your time has come to pick the road,
you'll walk in this tale,

Turned and as a coward you've learned,
Through sickness and health, there's only one,
Now go and bite your tongue.

There was a risk in this. Oh yes, quite a risk, and this was a man who never saw such a thing in any given situation. Before, he might have stood a chance, but now he wasn't quite sure. He was in a state of weakness. Though, realistically, he was yet to decide whether he actually... well, was. In an existential sense, that is. Last he checked, Zetsumi had in fact, eaten him.

If my assumptions are correct... then things have gone to plan after all. This is strange. There seems to be no distinguishable difference between the memory, and the being. Except for this unprecedented power difference. I suppose the key lies in my now-devoured shell. Re-acquiring it might prove troublesome... nobody likes an indian-giver.

Of course, that is why Jinsei was here. He was in search of an alternate, temporary power source, for the time being. Or to put it bluntly, he was in search of power, period. Weren't they always? It seemed to be an inherent course of action programmed into the minds of all these Omniversal beings. Valyon was a nice start, Jin assumed. They had met at least once before, so there was something to work on.

Still... the very same Valyon was perhaps more volatile than Zenith the Unguided Conquerer, Itami the Murder without Motive, or even Mitsukai, the Tragic Hero. And that's saying something. Either way, it was worth a shot. Yep, if Jin could beat this guy, Valyon might see use in a much more worthy servant.

'Well,' Jinsei announced clearly, as he came to step beside Apocrypha from, well, seemingly nowhere, 'This is Valyon Lightstar, this place is Valyon's Grand Palace, and you're probably here as a result of Valyon's will. Any more questions?'

[Tyler Durden]

“Elendoth”

“Damien!”

“Elendoth”

Crossing through blood red skies, we prepare our spells.

“Sinner”

“Saint!”

“Sinner”

Above deep black seas we sharpen our swords.

“Child”

“Adult!”

“Child”

Among the orange grass we cover our hearts, with steel unbreakable.

Sleeping through the night, Damien wasn’t able to rest at all. The nightmares plagued him, drove him to madness, made him despise himself. Were these nightmares from his own conscience, or the work of an enemy? He had only one way to make sure. Utilizing the area around him, Damien willed himself to the palace of Valyon, upon the land of Faerun. What he found wasn’t surprising; there were others here, and Damien figured that they weren’t friendly. Conjuring up a seat and a footrest, he placed one foot nonchalantly on the hard marble, listening to all that was happening around him.

Wiping dust off of his deep blue shirt, he set his head in his hand very gracefully, the rough skin of his palm barely scratching his pointed ear. He had his magic prepared, was ready for anything that Valyon would conjure. After all, the man wouldn’t want to destroy his own palace, would he? Probably not, although Damien didn’t fully rule the idea out. Patience, impatience, adrenaline, endorphins; all were going on in the same body, marking the euphoric feeling of a battle that would soon begin.

[Lord of Chaos]

Name: Amadeus

Age: 24 (Physical) 380 (Actual)

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y21...e_by_messa.jpg (credit goes to Messa from DeviantArt) He just wears a pair of black, slightly worn jeans, and carries his katana rather than have it on a strap.

His second form’s appearance has yet to be seen.

Personality: The “silent type”. He keeps his thoughts to himself, whatever they may be. When he does speak, the results are usually devastating (this happens in more than one way). His attitude is always that of someone who thinks himself superior to others (which usually he is). He’s very cunning, and quite ruthless, but always knows the best path to take, whether it deals with killing someone or saving them.

Short Bio: Amadeus comes from the Nexus initially. Little is known of his past other than the event that gained him his powers – he made sure of that. What follows is a record of those events:

Day 23
Time: 1.939.06
This is an audio recording of Commander Fralles.

Today Alpha Squad reached the edge of the Omniverse. We have made a camp on one of the small uninhabited, asteroid-like worlds that borders the boundary on the Material Plane here. What was discovered there was that the Dark Unnamed (among its many titles) has extended its boundaries deeper into the Omniverse. An attempt was made to set up Foundry Spheres – boundaries devices that would keep the DU back until a more suitable answer can be found.

Wait… there’s an explosion.

Amadeus reports back saying that the Foundry Spheres were destroyed by the DU! Does this mean the DU is actually sentient? Never before has something like this happened. This could mean that all observations taken have proven insufficient as far as data goes.

Amadeus left again to try and set up a new boundary setting. I’m currently watching him. He’s floating over to the edge… and setting up the first Sphere. Everything seems to be going fi—wait! Oh no! The DU seems to be swallowing Amadeus. This almost essentially confirms it – the DU is sentient! We need to report back to headquarters… but, wait. Something is coming out of the DU.

It’s Amadeus!

Something’s different though… He doesn’t look as he should. There’s an odd aura about him that almost seems to swallow (or perhaps even destroy…) the light around him. He’s headed back for here – and Jaqueres and Leiun are heading out to meet him to give him medical attention.

Oh my stars! He’s attacked them and… wait – where did they go? They just… they’re gone. Did Amadeus destroy them? We need to fall back. This is getting way out of hand too fast!

Shit! He’s here! Everyone, leave, now! Abandon ship! Fall back, I repeat, Fall ba—

[End Transmission]


Race: Xenixian – The main race of the Nexus. Very intelligent, strong-willed, nearly immortal. Exceptional fighters… and long-forgotten ancestors of the humans of Earth. They have two forms, a humanoid form and a real one… but people rarely see the real one…

Powers: Access to the Dark Unnamed. The only being in the Omniverse with these capabilities. These powers entail quite a bit, but he mainly uses them with the help of his sword, a classic katana: (More Commonly Used Attacks)

Dark Sphere: Using the DU, he stabs his katana into the ground, and a black sphere (the size being up to him) encompasses him and the given area of which he chooses. Anything caught within this sphere has to maintain all focus in keeping their physical form or else they become disrupted and turn into ethereal spirits and stay in that form for ten minutes. This means they have to give up the focus to even do something as simple as trying to walk or jump while in this sphere. The downside to this is that Amadeus becomes more vulnerable to attack and the sphere itself takes a few seconds to fully form.

Blessing of the Unnamed: Amadeus imbues himself and his blade with the DU, forming a thin black armor over his entirety and the blade’s. In this state, physical attacks have no effect on him and anything short of magic will not work. He has heightened abilities (x1, 000,000) and is capable of shifting his form to almost anything. His blade is indestructible and can also reshape itself.

Dark Rain: He summons a storm cloud made from the DU above the area and it rains the essence of the material all over the field. Anything hit by a drop of this will lose .001 percent of their power for the entire day. If you are hit by more drops, it multiplies and builds. On the other hand, it rejuvenates Amadeus and lets him absorb the power taken by the rain.

Dark Katana: He almost always has this ability going. His sword basically becomes what it would under the Blessing of the Unnamed ability. It requires almost no focus for him to maintain this.

The Unnamed Strike: Amadeus causes the entire region to become cloaked temporarily in darkness to which there is no way to see through. No psychic vision, divine help, or magical seeing ability can help in this situation. During this, he focuses the power to strike at one enemy in particular, causing massive damage and cutting their material being to be cut off from their power source for an entire day.

A Mark: If you are even touched in the slightest by the DU, it leaves a mark that cannot be erased by any means short of the destruction of your entire being. This mark doesn’t really do anything, however, other than let Amadeus know where you are at all times, even if you’re not on the Material Plane or any discernable region of the Omniverse. This is more of an effect than an actual attack though.

Quote: “All that I am… is what you are not.”

Soundtrack:
1. Prelude 12/21 -- AFI
2. Becoming the Bull – Atreyu
3. Fortuna
4. Falling Down – Atreyu
5. Almost Easy – Avenged Sevenfold
6. End of All Hope – Nightwish
7. Afterlife – Avenged Sevenfold

[Lord of Chaos]

(OOC: Now for a post)

[Play: Prelude 12/21]


In a corner of this corner-less room, the darkness seemed to shift ever-so slightly. It was as if it became more vivid, more of a discernible pattern that just didn't quite seem to fit with the rest. There was no outline or anything like that, but it just kind of struck a person as the same kind of effect as if they were staring at a line of vehicles that were all blue, except that one which was slightly lighter than the rest. That was how you could stylize this blackness in that area.

From this odd off-dark came a sound, perhaps a hushed whisper that echoed kind of like someone's conscience. The whisper only stayed that -- it never grew quieter or louder... rattling in the mind almost to the point of questioning insanity. Though the whisper never grew louder, the off-dark did... if that makes any sense. It seemed to slip between a realm of the ethereal and a realm of the real itself.

Suddenly it warped into view.

Two red eyes, red almost like glowing coals seemed to materialize out of the darkness, complete with a body. Long white hair drifted down the figure, and his eyes seemed to burn into the soul worse than any demon or devil could. His figure contained horns at the top of his head -- curved slightly inward and down. His face had what could only be described as tribal markings. He wore no shirt, only pants, and carried in his right hand a katana, no scabbard, just stumped by a blackened wooden hilt. His hair seemed to be carried in a breeze that didn't exist. The most notable thing though, was the lack of light and sound that seemed to surround him.

As he stepped forward towards the center of the chamber, his eyes never left their steady position of staring straightforwardly at the wall across from him. He just slowly walked and never muttered a word. As he approached the center of the chamber though, he came to a stop, just standing there, hands at his sides.

"This, visitors, is my warrior. Amadeus. Let the battle begin!"

[Endless Devoid]

OOC: It would appear everyone forgot? I can say personally I wasn't intending to start the fighting, but it seems no one else has the initiative to do it either.


If no one has by the time I get home tonight, I'll do it. <.>
(Call this a potential temp-bump)

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Sorry for the wait, I suddenly got busy. Here's the post though. Also, this attack, while not described directly in the Book of Revelations, is taken from some other descriptions held in the Bible. Take it up with me if you want some debate

IC:

‘Well,' Jinsei announced clearly, as he came to step beside Apocrypha from, well, seemingly nowhere, 'This is Valyon Lightstar, this place is Valyon's Grand Palace, and you're probably here as a result of Valyon's will. Any more questions?'

Apocrypha did not turn around, but his brilliantly glowing eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at the being sitting upon the onyx throne. Valyon Lightstar? This was Valyon Lightstar? A name whispered only in hushed awe in most circles he had past. A name whispered with reverence by some, and with hatred by others. All of the whispers though shared a single common tone. They all spoke of his incredible power… Apocrypha would have taken a careful step back if Jinsei had not been behind him. Here as a result of Valyon’s will? That was not a comforting thought. Then again, Apocrypha had never had been one for comforting thoughts…

Valyon… A being powerful enough to be a God… Damn the gods, they thought they could do whatever they wanted to creatures like him… He’d rip them… destroy them… punish them… Oh yes, he’d find a way…

"This, visitors, is my warrior. Amadeus. Let the battle begin!"

A battle? Have I been summoned here to fight like some kind of dog in an arena? Am I simply an anvil on which your sword can be wrought? No… Oh no, Valyon Lightstar… You want me to be your anvil? Time to break your sword…

Apocrypha did not say anything aloud. He simply raised his hand into the air, so that his palm faced upward, parallel to the ground. His skin was glowing white, like that of lightning frozen in the air, yet somehow, from the purity within, a few tendrils of blackness shot up from the golden surface. Tendrils of words, so small they were practically unreadable, twisted their way snake-like up from his skin; moving like small tendrils of smoke as they wound their way up his arm and toward his body. The black word-worms spread up his arm, quickly making their way around his entire body, until he had been engulfed in the wriggling blackness of the Words of John…

In the center, around the throne, were four living creatures, and they were covered with eyes, in front and in back. The first living creature was like a lion, the second was like an ox, the third had a face like a man, the fourth was like a flying eagle. Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under his wings… Revelations 4:6-8

The phonetic darkness retreated back into his body, just as he had done before. His skin still shone with the brilliance of lightning as it had done before. However, this time, instead of pure, white skin, the surface of his body was dotted with hundreds of eyes. Beautiful pupils gazing at every direction covered his body, even across his chest, which was no longer covered by the clothes of an angel. Each eye held a single glowing eyeball, each one gazing forth at the surrounding area. Even his wings, made of spiritual energy had eyes upon their feathers. He saw everywhere in the cornerless chamber at the same time, and his still-human-like head, focused on the wraith-like warrior that had arisen from the darkness in the corner of the room. The demon’s eyes were bloodred, like that of Satan’s himself, and as he stopped in the center of the room, Apocrypha could not help but feel the darkness around him press down… His angelic shell… the form created by the Words felt the darkness around him… Valyon Lightstar had not selected a weakling to be his servant…

Apocrypha did not speak. Instead he let his hands fall to his sides, standing powerfully as six golden wings spread out from where they stood relaxed on his back. The wings spread to their full wingspan, the eyes upon them gazing whatever way they pleased. Powerful divine energy seemed to crackle from their feathers, and Apocrypha spread his fingers as the angelic power of the Word of Revelations spread through him. Light exploded outward as a powerful surge of energy shot outward from his wings. To any onlookers, it would have appeared as if a wave of light had just exploded outward from Apocrypha’s angelic wings. A combination of light, electrical energy, and a dash of Holy Fire, spread out in a shockwave of power, shooting toward Amadaeus and covering most of that side of the room in that divine energy. It would singe the stone, crack a few pillars, and perhaps light a few banners aflame. But it would only seriously harm humans and creatures of darkness… One creature of darkness in particular.

[Endless Devoid]

"Eeeewwwwww"

His voice resounded throughout the Hall like an echo inside a mountain valley, and yet it made no physical sound. Bellefast was connecting with the other warriors on a meta-physical level, tampering with energy waves in the area to create sound as it rebound off objects in the room. He was not a propronent of silence, and lacking lungs and a voicbeox, he wanted some way to speak.

"Now THAT is an interesting creature. Never seen one of those before. Makes me want to gouge one of it's eyes out. Hehehe....."

Bellefast's voice trailed off into the distance, and as the sound faded off, a hand began to emerge from beneath the ground. It seemed solid and hard, certainly not a human hand. Cut off from the wrist, the hand rose up from it's sprouting point and shot straight at Apocrypha's many eyes. As it neared it's target, the result was entirely unpredictable. The single hand spliced itself instantly into a horde of finger-outstretch-hands, enough to puncture every eye on Apocrypha's hide.

[Tyler Durden]

When Valyon announced his fighter, Damien couldn’t help but laugh. This being looked almost comical, and yet seemed to be so serious; Damien would enjoy this battle, if only because he would be focusing on such a strange creature. But for the moment… There was no need for him to become involved right at the beginning, and he wouldn’t waste his energies on this lone being. Utilizing the heavy amount of arcane energy that surrounded them all, Damien moved himself- and his chair- to the far end of the room, behind Jinsei and this Bibley fellow.

From nowhere came an odd, resounding voice. As Damien listened he used a small amount of energy to try and discern the identity of the anonymous voice; he had only deduced that it was demonic when the Bibley fellow began to spread his hands, and suddenly became covered with an innumerable amount of eyes, which seemed to gaze in all directions. Another person with an odd form; Damien was tempted to transmute himself into something one horned, one eyed, flying and purple, but he decided that such a move would be lost on these rather serious combatants.

And apparently, the Iris decided that he wasn’t done, and fire seemed to erupt from his body. Damien cast a minor spell to protect himself from the elements, and was surprised when the spell also detected hints of electricity and holy energy- this one was dead serious. Dead being the key word; Damien wasn’t harmed much by the divine energy at all, as he was from a separate world. Yawning, he waved his hand across the hallway and changed a number of bricks into rather pointy bits of metal. When there was enough of them to cover each part of the room, Damien sent them flying in opposite directions; they each moved at the same height, and wouldn’t be that difficult to dodge. For those that weren’t hovering in the air, that is.

[Lord of Chaos]

[Play: Becoming the Bull]

Amadeus' eyes gazed as the one who had a connection with religion enacted upon some form of action. He just watched, a moot expression "vivid" on his face. This was one of his competitors -- someone who apparently had a divine connection. Eyes had appeared all over his body, and he grew (or created, Amadeus wasn't quite sure) six golden wings. He kept motionless, only observing for the time being. He was wondering what this one was planning to accomplish -- after all, he wasn't related to the dark. The power he held had nothing to do with "evil" -- it had only to do with that which could not be given a term, a name, a relative position on a scale.

He merely raised a hand, watching nonchalantly as it became entrapped in the blackness that he now had power over -- and it didn't stop there, the DU enveloped his entire being. He raised his katana and let the blade itself deflect the blows that came in his direction, which it did aptly -- the blade's form, black as it was now, suddenly grew into what seemed like a giant, black, clawed hand, that made the "stop" sign, breaking across the wave of energy that came from Apocrypha, dispersing it into nothingness. The hand then returned back into a blade form.

Now though, the completely black figure (except for the hair, which remained white, though still covered with the DU), stared towards Apocrypha. He thought on attacking him, but it appeared that someone else had other plans. Amadeus then merely turned his red gaze towards Damien, and brought up his left hand, motioning with his index finger for that one to come, to try and attack him.

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Meanwhile, Valyon smiled a little as he sat upon his throne. Everything so far seemed to be according to plan -- nothing had deviated too much. Then again, he would have known if they had. He yawned a little as he kicked back and turned so that he was sitting at a more comfortable angle.

[Just put the Knife DOWN]

OOC: Is the match supposed to end by the time you reach "Almost Easy" on the soundtrack? =P

{own soundtrack = Feathers - Coheed and Cambria}

IC:

"Heh, ****in' spellcasters."

Magic annoyed Jinsei. Mainly because Gods used it, and then gave it to mortals. And well, we all know how much Jinsei hated the Gods. About as much as Mitsukai. This Apocrypha fella was a servant to them, Jin soon realised, who hadn't picked up on the significance of those scriptures before. Of course, he wouldn't have to worry about picking on the guy. Bellefast and Tenzo seemed to have him under tether.

Jinsei didn't really know the two personally, but Zetsumi had something to do with them, or so he vaguely recalled, something about the mounting forces of the ever populate Hell. If first impressions were anything, Jin liked the guy(or guys), but chances were they wouldn't feel the same. He was always faced with these kind of social predicaments, probably due to his distasteful tendencies.

The other spellcaster made his move, and before the torrent of needles could wash over him, Jin casually leapt high above the assault, hands in his pockets, before landing on a nice patch of thin air. Valyon's pawn, Amadeus, countered the multitudinous blows with impressive laxity. He was a dark soldier, of the truest kind, and Jin acknowledged the ancient, or perhaps just plain... unnatural power emnating from his being. Could he face him in this state?

"So, Valyon," Jinsei cooed in a long, drawn out, ice-breaker tone. He was currently at level with the guy's throne, and thought he may as well try a civilized approach for shits and giggles.

"I heard there was a position vacant?"

OOC: Hooray for storylines.

[Endless Devoid]

OOC: .....poop :[


So as not to allow time to lag between a horrifically comical onslaught and the mindless bantering of what seemed could be old foes, Bellefast decided to "bring in the cavalry" and play one of the trick cards he had up his sleeve. It was his trademark, after all, to always keep his secret toys hidden until they were needed. If everyone always knew everything about him, as he was sure they did of his former master, he would become much easier prey than Makyu was. The death carrier was much more verbose in his power than Bellefast simply because he could be.

Bellefast toyed with no such ego. He was a fresh face on the spine of existence, and was still gaming with the concept of inter-planar existence. Nonetheless, he had fun. He could certainly say he had always had fun.....

In the wake of the door's absence waltzed in a creature as strange to this scene as the fighters themselves seemed to be in ANY scene. Among the company he was on, however, the strangeness may have been lost, they had, no doubt, certainly seem far stranger things.

It was a bear. A simple grizzly mountain bear, walking aimlessly into the vividly battle-ensnared room. He wandered in as quietly as he entered, and, even stranger still than his appearance, he set himself into an empty corner of the room, sat on his rear with his front paws dangling lackadaisically at his side, and stared blankly at the fighters, awaiting their battle to continue raging forward.


*Hehe, this is gonna be a riot*

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: I didn't really make it just horribly clear ED, but, the doors disappeared a long time ago. It was in the original Thread Post.

[Chariot of Fire]

Apocrypha was angry.

The Words that he was composed of were formed of the hatred of a normally benevolent God. The punishment, the wrathful fury of a creator upon his disobedient children. He felt every drop of that bloodthirsty anger burning through his shell at that moment. They dodged his attack? They refused his assault? Punishment shall reign upon them like a rain of fire from the heavens… Oh yes it shall… hehe…

Apocrypha’s mind was not completely functional. His brain was utterly warped in his original body because of the highly volatile nature of his ‘soul.’ Clear thought was a relic of the past in his original body… Even in this angelic shell, his thought process was slightly skewed. Divine influence on his neural patterns was helpful… it allowed him to formulate certain plans… but still… insanity was still only steps away… only steps away…

The massive concussion wave of energy was dissipated; avoided by all who stood in its way. Apocrypha stood there, angelic wings slowly quivering as it watched the beings before it. So otherworldly these beings were. So different from his own existence. A single black hand shot out of the darkness. All of his thousand eyes saw black fingers… Apocrypha would have let out a scream of rage, but the demonic fingers had already pierced his hide. The blinding blackness was immediate, and the angelic form of Apocrypha let out a scream of pain as each of the black fingers gouged into its eyesockets. The spiritual spheres of light that made up its eyes each exploded in a tiny mass of inky black words. Sopping from the wounds like spurting blood, the words shot outward, moving quickly around the angelic figure of Apocrypha like smoke blowing in the wind. Shards of metal, each one shooting horizontally past the flying black letters, were repelled by a gust of wind that resulted from the angelic wings that swung from Apocrypha’s back. However, as the black words spat outward, they quickly grouped back together, the sentences quickly coming back into his body, sinking into his split skin like butter onto toast.

Apocrypha said nothing as the ebony Words slowly molded themselves back into his skin. Every eye on the surface of his body was scarred. Crimson red scars of the assault that had struck them. They were closed tight… for now. The Word would not be destroyed so easily, as divinely bound as it was. Apocrypha stood there, his wings beating slowly as he listened to the events around him… Pitter patter of feet, and the whoosh of moving. Sounds of insignificant bugs… tiny little insects, on which he would step… oh yes… such tiny little things… they acted powerful, but they were nothing… nothing… nothing…

He sniffed slightly, his angelic shell capable of sensing the strange creature that had now entered the room. An animal from the scent of it. A… bear?

Confusion was not an emotion that Apocrypha generally felt, but such a random appearance of a forest animal sent this emotion fumbling through his already fragile thoughts. A bear? Perhaps it would be time to give this bear a friend or two…

A single eye upon Apocrypha’s arm burst open with a resounding crack. Black words shot forth from the opening in his arm, swarming like insects from a hive, before they quickly came together, merging and solidifying until they formed something strangely unique. A long golden trumpet glimmered in Apocrypha’s muscular angelic hands. The trumpet was beautiful, radiating a golden splendor unmatched by most in the room. The brightness was great enough to cast shadows upon the wall, and although at first it seemed blinding; the light itself allowed a person to see, if just barely. Swiftly, with a dangerous gleam in Apocrypha’s bleeding eyes, he raised the trumpet to his lips, and let out a harsh, shrieking note, one that vibrated with all the thunder of a mighty earthquake.
The light was quelled as darkness came forth once more. Apocrypha lowered the trumpet from his lips, and through the bright, angelic face, let forth a dangerously warped grin. The room rumbled slightly, a single crack appeared in a stone pillar to the far right of Apocrypha… They were coming… The fifth trumpet… The ones from the Abyss…

The earth suddenly split with a resound cracking, as a huge black crevice suddenly opened in the floor. A huge roaring discord of noise shot forth from the blackness, and suddenly, a huge black cloud billowed forth from the Abyss… a dimension from which these creatures came… If one got a good glance at them before they ate your face off, one might see the scorpion-like locust that it appeared like. However, these locusts feasted not on plant. They feasted on flesh and stone… on any matter which did not bear the mark of God…

[Endless Devoid]

OOC: I'm not making a post yet, since I just made one recently, but I have a question Chariot. Is that rift in the ground a permanent one? Or will it close after the spell's effect is unleashed?

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: GOod question ED. The rift will be closed once all the locusts have come out, and since apparently, there are enough to cover the entire earth, that might take a while