The Pericular Desert

[Heartless_Tidus]

This is my first RP fight so go on easy on me.


It is a long and empty desert with the glow of the orange sun glowing off the sand. The feint sound of footsteps can be heard with not even a trace of an echo. A person is walking done a small path of pebbles going right through the desert. The occasional sight of a cactus is followed only by the mysterious figure walking by and the cactus wilting. "Why was I sent here..." The figure thought to himself. Not letting these stranded thoughts slow him down, he continued to slowly walk down the path.

He stopped at a small pedestal made of cement with something that looked like a sundial on top of it. He wispered some ancient runic words and the outlines of the pedestal started to shake the ground. "Can I...remember.." He said sadly to the pedestal. "YOU CANNOT REMEMBER! YOU ARE BUT A VESSEL FOR THE DARKNESS" said a sudden booming voice that appeared to be coming from the sundial looking object.
"Whatever,..." said the figure after a pause," Who is the pure, the one I am to slay?"



Ok, so here are some of the rules of the RP battle:
1. No Godmodding
2. No PPing
3. The character entered to fight must have a pure heart (Read above)
4. When I type something inside these marks,** ** It means that something has happened
5. You must submit a bio
6. There is no 6th rule

This is the mysterious person's bio:

Name: Lychia Hanno Decheria
Age:: 27
Appearance: Lychia has spiky hair at about Cloud's level, and it is a dark black with blue streaks at the tips of the spikes. He has a scar going in a diagnol line going down his nose. Lychia has Pink pupils and he Generally covers with mouth with a scarf. He wears a long ripped brown cloak going down to his knees and he wears a sapphire necklace with runic writing on it.he wears light brown pants and has golden arabic shoes.
Personality: Lychia is incredibly mysterious, but when provoked flys off the handle almost immediatly.
Weapons: Lychia weilds a egyptian staff that is cabable of casting many different spells that only the most wise of egyptian prophets know about, Lychia doesn't even understand them completley. Lychia also has a sword encrusted with jewels that he prefers to use over the staff.
Special Abilities: Lychia can use the power of his mind to create natural disasters, eg Sandstorms tidal waves, However when he does this, He gives his opponent a tremendous power boost, depending on the power of the disaster.
Biography: Lychia was a child living in an old city in Egypt called "Joniube". He Lived her until he was 17 when he was out of the city limits when a hurricane hit Joniube and killed everyone with its rage and fury. He mourned for many years avoiding human contact until he was 19. A leader of a pack of magical spirits called "Unribogg" That terrorized a city in New York found Lychia and put him under the power of their God, Hurranzo. He now works for Hurranzo trying to find him pure hearts. When he was 24 he had a clash with Stephen, a keyblade weilder and there was no clear winner. He has deep hatred for those of a pure heart.


Please enter!

[Rokazu]

About your 4th rule...
Wouldn't that mean you would be able to Godmod?
Say, if you decide, for instance **I have killed you**, how can we respond to something like that?
By the way, when you mean pure heart
Can a machine join? XD
It's because I'm aching to fight with my machine characters :S

[Jack London]

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[Heartless_Tidus]

Sorry for not being very clear... It is my first time.

What I meant by something has happened, I meant that something might happen in the enviroment, eg, ** An Earthquake started!** ...yeah.

And about that robot question, pure heart for a robot I guess would mean....ummm....a pure hardrive? But I guess a robot could enter if they were not on an evil alliance. Hope that answers your queries.

[Chariot of Fire]

I really shouldn't... Oh what the heck, I'll do it anyways. Try this guy out. Just note this - he's not unbeatable


Name
Evan Lasting

Gender
Male

Age
His physical appearance is that of a 25 year old man… however, a single glance into his eyes can show you that he has seen much more then any 25 year old should see…

Appearance
Evan appears normal, to the highest degree. While he is handsome to a certain degree, he is not an Apollo for any Aphrodite. He is of average height, standing at about 5’10’’ in human measurements. He bears a head of light brown hair, which is cut short and spiked slightly in a very sharp, military type haircut. His eyes are a deep blue, as beautifully sapphire as a perfect Caribbean ocean… His build is not extremely muscular, and he gives off the impression of one who has simply been regularly active his entire life. He usually wears plain blue jeans, which grace his plain white sneakers nicely, matching up with his plain white undershirt, and an unbuttoned long-sleeved dress shirt, plaid in its design. He appears as if he should be relaxing at home, during a peaceful Sunday afternoon… how this contrasts with the pain and confusion found in his deep blue eyes…

Personality
Evan’s personality has changed somewhat with the onset of his.. sickness. It changes now with every passing experience…

The Power…
Evan is immortal.

Completely, undeniably, and unchangeably immortal. His body, his soul, his mind, anything that makes up his essence cannot be destroyed, by any means whatsoever. His body itself is indestructible, as he either recovers from fatal wounds instantaneously, or he simply does not suffer from them at all. It is unclear exactly how this power works, however Evan has experienced that it is something about him that happens innately. This immortality and indestructibility is unchangeable, irremovable, and untouchable. It cannot be altered in any way shape or form.

While it is not clear how his body responds to assaults of any kind, it is slowly becoming more understandable how he goes about surviving time and time again... Scientists theorize about him, and when they can get their gloved hands on him, they would no doubt have a few theories to throw at anyone that will listen. But so far, it has all proven null.

This invulnerability seemingly can aid in other endeavors. For example, if punching a brick wall, he can often crack it, simulating superhuman strength while in actuality, it simply because his hand becomes harder than the bricks. Otherwise however, he retains the physique of an average human

Weapons
Evan doesn't carry weapons normally. Occasionally he finds himself picking up a gun or two, but he's nothing special with them. He does carry three things on him regularly. His cellphone, his wallet, and his keys. An iPod occasionally sneaks its way in there sometimes.

History

Evan was a normal guy
Until he discovered he couldn’t die…

[Rokazu]

arrrgh chariot me no like u T_T
i was gonna take this...o wells
best of luck, both of u :]

[Heartless_Tidus]

Lychia stares at the man who has approached him."You are...Pure? The one I am to claim as a death? So be it!" Lychia slyly said as he pulled a sword encrusted with jewels. The sun shined beatifully off a sapphire on the hilt. You have no idea what lengths I would go to to please my God!" Lychia said with a strong sense of anger in his voice. Lychia runs at Evan, reading his sword to do a vertical slash across Evan's chest.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Just a note Heartless_Tidus, that you Power Played me a bit. Usually, you'll wait for me to post that I arrived and approached you, before noticing me. I don't really mind though, and since you are new to this, I will just go ahead.

IC:

The hot sun burnt down upon the endless golden expanse of desert like the torturous wrath of God himself. The beams of sunlight struck the ground with their never ending fervor, and even the sand seemed to quiver under its intense heat. There was no wind to break the sweltering heat, and even as the cacti thrived under its brilliant rays, the rest of this desolate wasteland was completely barren from life; the skeletal remains of an otherwise healthy Earth...

However, amidst the rolling dunes which would forever entrap a doomed traveler, a single path of pebbles held strong amongst the eternity of sand. Baked hard under the burning sun, the small stones stood quietly in their sandy cradle, apparently untouched by human hands for eons. However, amidst the quietness and deathly silence of the sand and the stones, a few thudded footsteps were heard. An easy, battered slap of shoe against stone which resonated through the silent desert like a the bells of a church ringing in an empty sanctuary.

A shadow stretched across the desert pathway, and silhouetted in the sunlight, a single figure came over the crest of another dune. The beams of light baked his face in sunlight, and he frowned, holding a tanned hand to his eyes as he tried in vain to see along the ongoing path. He was wearing a pair of beige cargo shorts, a ordinary white T-Shirt, and a pair of beaten sandals, which were barely clinging to his feet by the look of the ripped brown straps. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and they shone like the endless sapphire sky as he peered off into the distance, his rugged features glowing in the sunlight as his somehow unchapped lips twisted in a slight frown.

"Why the hell did you go into this desert Evan?" he muttered to himself, walking slowly down the pathway of pebbles as he entered the shadow of the dune in quiet relief, "You sure picked the wrong place to go on vacation... Carmen is going to be so pissed when you get back to the hotel..." His thoughts trailed slightly as he spoke about Carmen... They were on vacation in Egypt for their anniversary, and Evan gave a quiet grin as he thought about his wife and what she might be doing now. "From the sun's position in the sky," he thought aloud, his eyes raising once more to the brilliant sun before shielding his eyes again, "She's probably sitting in the hotel bed, reading a book. Or maybe taking a shower with this damn heat on all the time..." His thoughts strayed a bit farther, his mind loosening up as the picture of his wife showering entered his mind... Carmen... even her name ran off his tongue, like the water from the showerhead...

However, these thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Evan realized that he was now heading uphill. "Hmm?" he wondered aloud, climbing steadily up the dune before he saw a sight before him that drove all thoughts of his wife out of his head completely. Sitting before him was a cement pedestal, with a strange sundial looking thing on top of it. It was vibrating slightly, with a few strange carvings emanating from the side. What, was this an ancient artifact of some kind? Pretty cool find, thought Evan, glancing at the sundial in admiration, But what the hell is it? However, these thoughts of curiosity were shot down by a rather booming voice which shot through the otherwise silent air like a blade of sound.

"You are...Pure? The one I am to claim as a death? So be it!"

Evan's blue eyes widened as his eyes shot toward a figure that was standing by the side of the relic. He had been so absorbed by the pedestal that he had not even noticed the strange figure standing on its side. It was a man, tall with spiky black hair. This black hair was spiked into slight blue tips, and Evan had to force down a laugh despite his confused fear. The guy looked like some living anime character. However, if it was one thing Evan had learned in life, it was this; you don't laugh at a huge warrior with a jewel-encrusted sword.

"Hey, I'm sorry for trespassing," said Evan, his palm's raised in a sign of peace as he took one step back down the hill, "I got lost and just started following this path. I'm s-"

"You have no idea what lengths I would go to to please my God!" interrupted the warrior, his strangely pink eyes blazing from over the scarf covering his mouth. His tattered cloak blew in his own momentum forward as he pulled forth his jewel-covered sword from its sheath and shot forward toward him, his sword pulling back as Evan's eyes widened even further. Damn it, screamed Evan in his thoughts, his hands clenching into fists as he took another step back, Of all the people, I had to run into a hermit religious fanatic. Great... The blade rose upward, obviously preparing for powerful downward vertical strike. Evan quickly lowered his body, his left arm tensing as watched the blade swing down. Bad move stranger, he thought to himself, his right fist tightening, Swords don't really do it for me...

His left arm shot up into a high block, his forearm angled at forty five degrees above his head. The blade struck downward and off, sending a ringing feeling throughout his body, but also sending the beautiful sword skipping to the left as it slid off Evan's arm like an eel on a wet sheet of metal. As this happened, Evan's right foot stepped forward, carrying his body weight toward the oncoming desert dweller. His right arm followed it, his right fist tight as he sent a single powerful punch to the warrior's gut. Evan didn't grin, but his eyes focused as he put his weight into that single punch. If it made contact, that kind of blow would knock the wind completely out of him, sending him to the ground if it didn't break a rib or two.

"Stop!" he shouted through gritted teeth as he threw underhand punch, which at such short range, would be pretty difficult to dodge for a normal human, "Don't make a mistake..."

[Heartless_Tidus]

The punch pierced the air cutting through it like a snake striking it's prey."AAAuuugh!" Lychia screamed louder then percieved possible, but at the same time, trying not to show weakness. Alas, no cover up could hide the fact that ruby red blood was now streaming out of his mouth and down his mouth and off his chin, dripping all over the sand and making it a new colour of maroon.

"I-I can-n-not believe it..." Lychia squeezed with great effort, slightly stuttering."I c-c-ca-annot...have l-lost...no! I fight for you Hurranzo!" he said as he pulled out what looked like an ordinary stick, but at a second glance you could see that it is engraved with runic letters and has an Anubis head on top."S-syc-ciagh!" Lychia bellowed out as if his life depended on it, and it very much does. Suddenly, his normally pink eyes went completley white and the blood stop flowing immediatly afterwards.

Lychia's eyes returned to normal, and he stood up good as new."I can see you have exceptional power in you and a pure heart to match no doubt?" Lychia said almost at the point of mocking Evan."Now you shall see the true power of the Unribogg clan! Sinjahatry!" Lychia screamed to the skies these strange words."But you'll see the effects of THAT later." Lychia said menacingly to Evan. Lychia grabbed his sword from the ground and wiped the blood off it with a small cloth.

Lychia charged at Evan with his sword brandished at his side, aiming to hit Evan's forehead with his sword. "Now, you die!" Lychia said directly at Evan's face. The blade swung around at Evan.

[Chariot of Fire]

“Please sir, just calm down,” said Evan, somewhat startled that his punch had wreaked such a terrible blow upon the old hermit. Maybe he had underestimated his own strength. “Here, just calm down and I can get you to a doctor or something…” The old man was obviously delusional, as he kept spouting gibberish and claims about fighting for gods that Evan had never even heard of before…It must be the heat. The man had probably gone mad with the insane heat in this desert. Evan would have to get him unconscious, and then bring him to a doctor some how… However, even as Evan walked forward, his hands extended to help the bleeding man, he drew forth a strange stick, with symbols engraved upon it that looked awfully similar to the ones on the strange pedestal. The man’s eyes shone with a brilliant white light for a second, before the blood stopped flowing, the crimson river halting like the hand of God itself was holding it back. Evan stepped back, his eyes widening as the spiky haired hermit rose back to his feet. What the hell was this?

“I can see you have exceptional power in you and a pure heart to match no doubt?” spat out the figure, his mouth showing no signs of the blood that had once been spat from its insides. Evan frowned, his eyes narrowing as these words slid through his mind like a knife through warm butter.

“Umm, I guess?” he offered, hoping that his agreement would calm the man down a little bit, “Well, I stopped smoking a few years ago, so I guess that means my heart is pure by now…” However, this attempt went in vain. The strange religious fanatic had grabbed at his sword from where it had fallen to the ground, lifting up the bloodstained blade before wiping it down with a small cloth. Evan groaned as he spouted more words about the pride of some God and the will of some ancient clan. This guy needed some serious medicine when he got back to the mainland…

“Now, you die!” screamed the Egyptian, rushing forward with his sword ready to slash at him again. Evan only rubbed his eyes with his left hand, somewhat annoyed. This guy was obviously insane, since he attacked with the same blow once again. Then again, what could you expect from someone who had obviously lost their mind in this desert….

“Sorry, but I don’t do death,” replied Evan with a somewhat sarcastic tone his voice, watching the blade carefully as it swung toward him yet again. It was swinging more toward his head area this time. Like that would make a difference. Evan jumped upward, leaping straight up into the air as the blade shot toward him. The Egyptian’s momentum carried him straight toward him, and as the blade struck toward him, he simply absorbed the slash with his left arm. The blade slammed against him with the ferocity of a roaring grizzly bear, but he simply winced as the blade cut through his white shirt with ease. His skin remained uncut, simply repelling the blade with the ease of a tank. That took care of the blade, and as the hermit’s body still moved toward him, he brought his knee up swiftly into the Egyptian’s lower jaw. The impact of the knee strike would dislocate his jaw, and due to the quickness and hopeful surprise of the counterattack, the mad hermit would be knocked out instantly, and Evan might be able to get them both out of this hellish desert…

[Heartless_Tidus]

Lychia roughly fell down with the immense pain radiating from his now broken jaw rendered him in the brink of becoming unconcious. "I-i- hav-ve fa-iled...m-yy g-" Lychia said with his last breath, as he faded slowly away into the sky in jigsaw shaped pieces. The staff he had left behind seemed glad that it's unworthy weilder had faded into the darkness. The strange sundial looking object collapsed ito the sand creating a small ripple. It was all over, Evan had won...

[Chariot of Fire]

Um, that's it?

Okay then. Do you want me to make a closing post?