Again?[Practice Challenge]

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Kay here I am getting back into the groove of things (if I ever was in the groove). So to warm up I'll have a little practice battle with anyone, particularly someone around my mediocre skill, but if not, that's cool too. Although, I only mean to use this section as a guide for my RP's and creative writing. I'll post an appropriate template for my character (more than likely a melee character) later on tonight.

[Lunar Rain]

-Basics-

Name- Elrion Ilvotch Haven
Nickname- The Ariose Sybil
Age- Seems to have lost count and doesn’t mind. In a human’s eyes, 22.
Race- High elf
Pure Race or Mix- Pure
Allegiance- None specified
Occupation- Council Member
Residence- Yenci

-Family-

Parents- Born to Marihi and Tolrent Haven
Siblings- Alvioron Haven, Brother
Married- Not of age yet
Children- None that he recalls

-Appearance Basics-

Height- 5’10”
Weight- 152
Hair Color- Silver
Eyes- Blue with a splash of gold, signaling his council rank
Distinguishing Features- Elven marking of his birth upon his chest. Has several lyrics tattooed amongst his body.

-Physical Appearance-

-Appearance-

Facial features appears young. With no facial hair at all, he could be considered clean cut. Hair is thin and long. Body is toned and well proportioned. Skin is white but doesn’t appear ghostly.

-Garments/Armor//Armaments-

Wears a silver chain and a sapphire hangs in the midst of it. Wears two bracers around his forearms. Blue and gold armor surrounds his torso. As for weapons he bears a thick but short sword at his side always. A small book of lyrics is held at his waist and kept covered. Elrion also bears small powders which are served as small spells and healing powers for his kind.

-Personality-

Elrion is cheerful. That is rare of his kind, but gets serious with his job. He takes things too easy and hates the see the ending results of bad things to come. Consequences seem to have no limits with himself. He holds many secrets. Won’t hesitate to let you know what he thinks or how he feels.

-Likes/Dislikes-

Likes

Animals
Singing
Food
Life
Winter
The weather right before a storm is coming
A cup of elven tea

Dislikes

Humans
Disease
Any type of elemental magic
Those who don’t trust
Fire

-Skills-

Being an elf his breed is common with speed and flexibility. Being a high elf, Elrion is filled with a knowledge that most don’t know. His main combat is that of his speech. His uncanny ability to bring lyrics alive as judged him as a prophet of their language. As he sings, the lyrics he has choosen will come to life and act how they are read.

-Biography-

At a young age, Elrion lived a normal life until six. Filled with a lively environment, their class was to do a chorus to their parents for graduation of the academy. As they sang, abnormal things would happen. Eventually a few students were transformed into animals or small creatures they spoke of.

Unknowing of this power, Elrion would find himself alone singing to himself and realize that what he began to speak of would happen. Scared of his power, he secluded himself and spoke no longer for a few years. After his father died with the war against Reiher, his mother brung the best of him out and encouraged him to use it for the best. After that he was choosen as a member of the Haven council to foresee the better of their tribe.

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Name: Seanu Blast
Common Name: The Legend Slayer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Space Pirate

Appearance:
Height: 6’0
Weight: 162.34
Hair Apparel: Silver, spiky
Eye Color: Emerald
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned

Attire:

Seanu wears a fish-netted shirt with a red and black vest covering it. Around his waist he wears a two leather belts, one black and the other white. His legs are covered by his olive pants. The ends of his boots are tucked into his black combat boots. On his left hand he bears a red globe starching up to his mid-forearm.

Personality: Seanu likes to keep things simple. Thus, not having a say in much. Although, he not one to talk much, he has his moments where he can go on for hours. Seanu also has a strong sense against justice. He raid countries, murder leaders, and destroy entire planets.

Weapon(s):

Royal Charge: The blade that Seanu and his crew stole from the metal planet, Dragon. The blade is approximately five feet long, ranging on fairly larger blades. The sword itself is a dark blue color symbolizing the user’s life force. If the life force is weak, then the blade will dull down to a normal, matte silver. Covertly, if one’s life force is strong then the brand will glow to a deep blue.

Setting this brand apart from most, is the ability that comes with it. Based on the life force, a person is able to summon a latent power within the blade. This power enables the user to excel far beyond their normal capabilities. For example, if the wielder relies on brute strength then their physical strength will jump tenfold. Same with speed or magic. Although, to use this power one must be able to sustain a vital blow. Only then will Royal Charge take over.

Skill(s):

Being trained in the art of Break Chivalry, Seanu has exceptional speed, strength, and reflexes far beyond that of an average human. Over the years he has learned his fair share of magic as well. This includes only manipulating his surroundings to his advantage. If he does manage to use this small bit of power, this will drain his life force zero to none, hence why he uses it in only the most drastic of situations.

Break: This ability comes second nature to Seanu. This was also gained through Break Chivalry. Seanu enters a trance like state which allows him to move gracefully throughout battle. Never missing a step, he is able to dodge most quick and head on attacks. While in this state, whatever comes in contact with the blade the force is immediately transferred to Seanu’s life force. Break takes away Seanu’s option of being on the offensive, thus only being able to dodge and block oncoming attacks.

Strike: The Strike technique allows Seanu to gain a burst of speed for a short period of time. For this activity to commence, Seanu must have one-hundred percent of his life force intact. If he performs the skill without the appropriate amount of life force, he could damage his life force altogether.

History:

[Still in the Works]
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May need a little bit of work, but that's it for now.

[Lunar Rain]

Setting and first post are up to you. Good luck.

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Many doors and staircases are meant to lead someone to their destination. But this particular path led to a world of nothingness. This world was particularly made to confuse the feeble mind. IT had no solid ground nor atmosphere, therefore one would not be able to navigate north or south. Broken statues and buildings floated idle, undisturbed. One could use these destroyed blocks as stepping stones. No life seemed to breathe there except for one wandering soul.

Seanu used this world as a getaway from all other annoyances. Throughout his short existence, not another being set foot in his domain. If a body did come across the terrain, their entire being would be decimated. No questions asked except, "Why are you here?"

Sitting atop a great skyscraper, Seanu looked over his dormant kingdom. Wonders crossed his mind every time he viewed the Valley of Shattered Thoughts. Although, he did wish that some excitement occurred in this loneliness. Perhaps a battle of some sort.

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An intimate thought process. Elrion fell into this thinking of random things. Of life, death, the physical and mental realms, the dreams he had been having lately, and his past and future. It all expanded in a period of time, acting like a timeline. It was as if he were a fortune teller would could forsee things that shouldn't be or happen. A feeling ran through his stomach making him quench in a slight pain. Folding his arms around his stomach, Elrion stood from the stones he laid upon.

Elrion was inside a large palace, but within a silent room completely made of monuments of rock and concret. Histories fortold here and many legends held high in this room. Some of heoroes, others villian, but they had something in common, they made a mark upon history. This was something Elrion had been thinking about. Perhaps a new goal. Elrion wanted his name to be remembered, to be told of as a myth or a story at nighttime under the stars when the mood was just right. The story of Elrion Ilvotch Haven.

He carried on though to make his mark one day at a time. Going to turn the door handle, his hand sunk within the door and a small hole opened. It glew blue and silver as his hand entered. Frightened that something had happened to his body part he pulled back swiftly. Rubbbing his hands together he realized all was in tact. Staring at the door, he attempted this again. But with both hands. He laid them upon the surface and they slowly sank into the door, into what seemed another room, or realm. This was a calling.

Taking notice of something like this before, he knew it would lead him elsewhere. As he stepped into the dimension, Elrion found himself in a world of nothingness. A completely shrouded area of black and nothing else. Small blocks of stone laid like a stairway. The same stones and figures in the previous room. He walked up this pathway and was led to a skyscraper.

A man stood before him. His energy and presence strong. He seemed to be comfortable in this environment. He thought of as standard to say something.

"Where are we and who are you boy?"

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An unfamiliar voice made itself present from behind Seanu. Although, he was able to detect the being's life force once it had entered the room. But something was off about this entity. No matter how hard Seanu tried, he could not tell if they were potent or weak. A stern look captured Seanu's face as he turned to face his guest.

Nothing less he would have expected. Guessing from the hint of gold in the creature's eyes, he could easily tell that they were in fact, a high elf. But why would one want to wander so aimlessly? Whatever the case, no second living soul could stay in this room. Thousands of battles had been fought here. Only one stood breathing each time. But did this have to be a fight to the death? Yes.

"My name's not important. What is important is for you to know, you're not welcome here. And the way that you entered is now sealed off. So, I guess you know what happens from here, right?"

A white aura glimmered around Seanu as he called forth his blade, Royal Charge. A rip in the dimension occurred as if came naturally. The hilt of the blade could be viewed from the anomaly. With his right hand, Seanu gripped the hilt and literally tore it from one dimension to the next. The sword looked as if it had been unscathed from the first day he stole. The deep blue glow enveloped it symbolizing Seanu's life force.

"I suggest bracing yourself, because I'm not gonna let up."

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Elrion chuckled to himself as he had seen this all before. A warrior trying to act like a badass by swinging around his sword back and forth. To Elrion it just looked like the man was drawing with his sword. But he did seem to have a knowledge of this dimension that Elrion didn't, and that could prove vital. By the way things were described only one person could come out alive. Common sense could tell you that each of us would fight like hell for this chosen spot, life.

"Why so rude? But please don't hold back. I would rather not defeat you so easily. I look forward to this as a challenge. Whatever the case, you'd best be thinking of yourself rather than my well being."

Elrion simply stood there, waiting for the counter. This was how he fought. In the meantime, he began to sing oldern songs from his time under his breath, preparing for the assault of the unknown man. The language he sung in couldn't be understood by others, only those of the high elves. But the lyrics weren't intended to be magical just a preperation.

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A smug look captured Seanu's face as the elf started to, what seemed like, sing. It was also strange how even when Seanu explained the situation, his opponent did not attack right away. Perhaps he was accepting defeat. As many before him did. Although Seanu did have a bad habit of underestimating his foes. Whatever the case he had to come out on top. He had never lost a fight before, and he was not about to let that streak end.

Taking advantage of this open opportunity, Seanu quickly enveloped himself in a white aura, commencing his first attack. The window panes under him shattered and gradually made its way into the dark depths of this emptiness. What seemed like a lightning bolt, was actually Seanu's assault. With his blade hauled over his head, he swung down with a crashing force. An attack that could be easily evaded. If he did manage to block or dodge the attack, he would effortlessly recoil and send another devastating blow.