A Silver Light (Open)

[Blahmaster]

I've decided to make another battle because my one with Electropop won't be happening for a week or so (she has some things going on, so I've respectfully closed the thread).

And I have something to say:

I am and was Destiny of Sora.

Yes, it's true. Whether or not it was obvious does not matter. I say this because I don't want the characters I made with him to go to waste. I'm sorry if you're angry. It was an "experiment" of sorts. And yes, I did dabble in Hinduism (but it didn't really fulfill anything), and I do have Indian ancestry.

Anyways, whoever wants to battle me, may.


Name
Domne Weargniht

Title
Lord of the Night

Arsenal
Deorcsceaft, a tall staff (roughly seven feet) that is a dark shade of black that blends with the night. Its head is of steel and shaped like a small bat, with a wingspan of three feet and a height of twelve inches, and also holds two small three-inch red rubies that are used for the bat’s eyes. The body was formed from strong oak wood and has diameter of about three inches. The staff has the power to open a portal to the dark depths of endless night, where nocturnal creatures of all forms, both real and fictional, are in endless amounts. Domne can bring any sort of animal that is awake primarily during nighttime and use it to battle with. Also, the edges of the wings of the staff’s head have been sharpened within nanometers so they can virtually slice through any object except for materials that have been magically enhanced.
Wihtgimm, a moderate-sized spherical pendant made of a large emerald with gold lining. At will, the Lord of the Night can use it to manifest himself to a creature of night of any size or distortion, from a twenty-foot bat to a thickly skinned werewolf. Wihtgimm only gives him the form of the creature, however. Though attributes of Domne are changed, he cannot be considered living even when transformed.
Domne also carries a large quantity of lyft stones, which hold the power to block out the sun and radiate the moon, creating an artificial night ten miles in every direction. Each stone has only one charge, is no larger than an average pebble, and is white with small holes, resembling the very thing that it brightens.

Abilities
Domne, being a creation of night, can control many aspects of it. He can manipulate the brightness of the night sky, various nocturnal animals, the position of the moon, and so on. He can also see in the dark as if it were as clear as day. He has the ability to hover a certain distance due to his lightness, and can go as far as the atmosphere’s edge. Also due to his material, he can allow himself to become ethereal for a certain period of time, so he can avoid physical attacks, but still be able to manipulate the night.
Through the gift of Luna, he can now absorb moonlight to gain power and energy, and can also redirect that energy from his body to be shot at enemies in form of searing light.

Age
The Lord of the Night is said to be centuries old.

Gender
Unknown, though everyone refers to Domne as a “he” for literary purposes.

Appearance
Weargniht seems to be made of almost nothing at all. All that can be seen of him is a long, black, hooded non-legged cloak, and two hands made of five black steel claws. Domne floats several inches above the ground, for it appears that he has no legs whatsoever. If you were to look through his cloak, you would only be able to see an infinite void of black.

Personality
Likes
~Night
~Black
~Nocturnal creatures
~The Moon
~Distant stars
~Cold climates
Hates
~Day
~All bright colors
~Songbirds
~Morning people
~The Sun
~Artificial light
~Heat
Domne is one of dark character, saying very little and never seeking more social contact than absolutely necessary. He prefers to kill quickly and takes no enjoyment of pain, unless he loathes the being he is fighting. Often he avoids conflict, especially widespread, because he does not seek senseless violence.

[Destiny of Sora]

It's true you know.

It really is.

[Wasilis]

You character is interesting...

Name: Druga (first name) Uruk (second name)

Nickname: Drui

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance: His head is angular in shape with unkempt, slightly long, blond hair residing on the top of his scalp. His hair reaches just a few centimeters from the base of his neck. His hair also has a few slightly darker colored locks that came from his father’s gene pool. He has cerulean blue colored eyes, although they become green because of his contact lenses. They can't, however, hide the small shine in his eyes whenever he talks about animals. He has a slightly small nose and shallow cheeks. He has thin lips, and hiding behind them are pearly white teeth.

He is of tall height, being only about five feet and six inches tall. His skin has a fair pigmentation, making it obviously red when he stays under heat for very long periods. Even when giving him some time under the shade, his skin would only become light pink and stay in that color for some time. He has a lanky build, having a somewhat long and thin body, although not so thin that he looks anorexic. His chest and torso are also thinner than most, although Druaga Uruk is slowly growing into his new body and height. His arms aren’t that big, but his knuckles are bony, giving the impression of a larger hand than it actually is. However, his hands are still fairly larger than most teenagers' his age. He is also bony and somewhat sharp at some points of his body, most noticeably his arms and legs.

His upper body is normally adorned by a light blue, long-sleeved shirt with a silhouette of a wolf’s head on it. Over the shirt is a dark gold, black rimmed vest. On the right side of the best is a pocket where he'd be able to store a small object. He tucks the shirt under his dark gray slacks. He wears a black belt around his slacks. On the black belt is a gold-colored buckle that glints under light. His slacks are particularly long, the pants ending a little bit over his white and black sneakers. He also wears a dark blue visor on his head. Emblazoned on it in black is an eagle's wing.

Weapon: "Sea Serpent" - A longsword with an extend able and detract able wire in the center, literally allowing the sword to extend and retract. Because the sword is actually made of pieces, each piece of the blade can deal more damage at the same time. Druaga Uruk typically keeps his sword soaked in poison, which is only then released when the sword is broken apart and extended.

Fighting Style: Druaga pumps his blood rapidly with his legs kick starting the process, increasing his blood flow, thus providing more oxygen and nutrients to various parts of his body which makes him faster and stronger; Druaga compares the process to taking a stimulant. This mode's enhancements to Druaga's physiology gives him the ability to use a new set of attacks which are generally the same as his old ones but now are so fast that even a skilled assassin would have a hard time actually seeing them. In this form his metabolism rate is so high that his sweat vaporises rapidly giving rise to a steaming appearance, and his skin turns slightly pink from the increased blood flow.

Abilities: Red Leg is the fighting style taught to Druaga by his mentor (his father). It is designed to free the use of one's hands and prevent them from being damaged during a battle, something that is disastrous to a animal behaviorist like Druaga or his father. This style coincides with his father's name as "Red-Leg Zeff", as the force of the attacking power caused by each kick left Zeff's legs covered in the blood of his enemies.

* Collier Shoot: Druaga jumps high into the air and lands a powerful kick to the opponent's neck. "Collier" is the French term for neck meat.

* Collier: Another kick to the neck but this time Druaga does it whilst still on the ground.

* Epaule: A downward kick targeting the opponent's shoulder, meant to knock them off balance or drive them into the ground. "Epaule" is the French term for shoulder meat.

* Ribs: Dropping down into a one-handed handstand position, Druaga kicks the opponent hard in the ribs, this attack is usually followed by a Lower Back.

* Lower Back: Commonly used as a combo attack with Ribs, using the momentum from the Ribs attack Druaga (still in a handstand) spins around in the opposite direction to deliver a fast kick to the opponent's lower back or Lumbar region.

* Breast: A stabbing kick straight into the opponent's chest.

* Legs: Running at the opponent Druaga delivers a sweeping kick to the knee caps, the opponent is either send flying or slammed to the ground as a result. .

* Mutton Shot: One of Druaga''s strongest single kicks, and a common finishing move. He starts by jumping or flipping into the air and then channels all his might into one leg to deliver a kick to the opponent's mid-section, or sometimes their head, that sends them flying.

Biography/History: He actually trained his eye for detail since he was still seven years old, when he decided he wanted to become an Animal Behaviorist, or a scientist that studies animal behavior in layman’s terms. It has been an amazement to many that he has stuck to this goal for such a long time. His eye for detail also allows him to be able to identify some people’s psychological state of mind; why they do so and when they are most likely to do it. He isn’t, however, always right. However, he never delves on a person too long in fear of becoming close to that one person. He usually uses this ability to identify and calculate an animal's behavior.

As implied before, he absolutely loves animals, more so than the average child. He is also quite knowledgeable about different kinds of animals, his knowledge on fauna surpassing that of both his father’s and mother’s combined. At a very young age, this is quite a feat. Also, his love for animals even initiated him to become vegetarian when he was only eleven years old, much to the surprise of his parents. It also made him want to take pictures of the different animals he sees, and thus, he brings a digital camera everywhere. This shows his dedication and love for animals. However, despite it, he isn't very likely to show it in front of people. He also has a great fear of bears. Not so much as to run away screaming when he sees one, but enough to make him stay far, and I mean far, away. He is likely to freeze stiff when he sees one.

He doesn't want to use his hands when he fights, cause he needs them in order to shoot animal's photos.

[Blahmaster]

Uhhh... I don't think a fighter would help you.

So you might want to pick someone else.

[My Apocalypse]

I'd like to participate in this, if I may that is. I won't be using a template if you choose to let me in.

[Blahmaster]

If it's alright with Wasilis, I'd be glad to let you in. This battle can be a free for all. If you're not going to use a template, at least give a physical description in your first post.

Also Wasilis, I'd still really like you to change your template. For your sake.

EDIT: Scratch that. Wasilis is gone for the week, so My Apocalypse can have the spot. The third sentence still applies.

[My Apocalypse]

Prelude(OOC: Is that it? I hope so..)
His actual identity has become obscured over the expanse of time, this is due to the fact that nobody has ever managed to see what he actually looks like, some may think they have, but they can never no for sure. This is due to his power, it is due to his trickery, it is due to his clever wits, it is due to his ability to fool the enemy into death and manipulate them. He's been on a hiatus for some amount of time now, but it is now that he chooses to emerge, when battle activity and value is at it's best. With a spur of lust, he appears in what is momentarily the dawn of the sun; he's found his first game, he's found the Lord of the Night.

Intro
It didn't matter where the lord was now, for he was cast into a realm, a shroud of shadows to which no light could pierce. Through the blanket of shadow a smile emrged full of fangs and a voice rippled through the darkness. "Hello friend, I know you, and you know me, my name is John Fakrem, or is it? Who knows? What is your name I wonder? Sure I know you, but who are you?" A bald man walked from the depths of the shadows, he had one eye and his face was decomposed and distorted terribly, yet he wore a business suit and acted very calmly, this is stange because these injuries to his face seemed brand new. "I wanna play a game.." black notebooks were cast everywhere throughout the shadows and the blad man broke into a bizarre rage. His eye moved all about furiously as if it were searching for something, he grabbed notebooks and opened and closed them as quickly as he grabbed them.

Conclusion
"Get to playing, I'm sure the location is to your liking..."

(OoC: Sorry it isn't very lengthy...)

[Blahmaster]

"What cursed place is this?"

Domne had been seemingly sent into another realm, by some deformed human. The place would normally have been to his liking, as the darkness somewhat resembled nighttime, but since he was forced to it, he preferred to not be in it.

"If I knew you in a different time, I do not now. You are just another human to me."

The being known as John Farkem was apparently opening and closing strange black notebooks that were spread across the darkness. Weargniht took no notice of them, however. He was more focused on quickly killing this man so he could return back to the Earth. With a flash, he pulled out a long black staff with a headpiece shaped like bat. Wasting no time, he made a slice at Farkem's neck with a sharp wing of the bat.



Well, it's short, but it gets to the point. I'm still adjusting back, you know.

[My Apocalypse]

OoC: I probably should've told you to look at the "Game of Deception" thread first, that'll clear things up a bit

Intro
The Lord of the Night sprung forth into battle with calmness it seemed. Was that his mistake though? Jumping into things too quickly could provide hazardous results. He'll soon see that everything is not what it seems. The night holds no power in death. Just as expected, the Lord of the Night did not recognize the entity, the clues are right there in front of him, but even the most clever cannot see what I see.

Revelation
A slash to the throat with such agility, there was no defense. John's throat opened widely and rained blood into the depths of the shadows. The shadows manuvered once again to reveal the mouth. "Hm, your methods towards the games victory aren't very impressive. You may recognize me immediately, that is because I am not the man you slayed, he was a pawn in the game, he played for me. The real me is someone you know, a friend, maybe not me exactly, but my master." A new being emerged, this time a woman, she seemed harmless, even delicate.

Progression
The woman picked up a notebook and her eyes grew intense as she rapidly wrote something down in a fashion that made her writing seem like scribbling. She muttered something under her breath that sounded close to "delete" and a few of the notebooks exploded into pools of blood. She smiled sweetly and said "John Fakrem, a very interesting name, you know."

Conclusion
"Don't step outside of the game Night Lord, keep playing, but I wouldn't suggest you strike the new pawn, I make the rules here."

[Blahmaster]

"Everyone is a pawn in the ultimate scheme."

John Farkem was easily slain, but apparently not of importance. This annoyed Domne slightly, but it didn't surprise him. In this realm it seemed that anything could occur.

"On this chess board, I could be called a queen."

A new woman had appeared from the shadows. She seemed even weaker than the last human, though Domne was not inclined to kill her immediately. There didn't seem to be a point to it, because it would not lead to him being free. He needed to find out how to destroy or at least escape from the strange shadow creature.

"Though I live in the shadow, I still must feel the pale gleam of the moonlight."

From seemingly within his cloak he pulled out a small white stone, a miniature version of the moon, with small "craters". He raised the stone up, looking for Luna, but it did not shine. He moved his claw back down.

"I cannot win until I've found the king."

[My Apocalypse]

Intro
I, the game master grow even more irritated by the Night Lord and his refusal to play the game. Though the logic is reasonable(if you don't play, you can't lose), I cannot simply allow this to continue in such a manner. I must now force him to play my game, it is a simple game, won only by seeing between the lines.

Provoke
The woman remained still until a terrible grin flew upon her face, it would appear almost as if she just heard terrible news, or the commands of her master. Soon, all the notebooks fluttered towards in a spiral, giving the girl a vacuum-like quality. Only one remained after this, the rest had vanished into her body. She took the notebook again and wrote something slowly with tears in her eyes, moments after he finish, she died, her body slumped to the ground. At this point, victory may have seemed at hand, but no, the game was now truly beginning. The body ripped open to reveal several creatures that viciously began to encircle the Night Lord. Their vicious circle spun furiously and came to an abrupt halt to heed their master's words. "Since you choose not to play, I'll make you play, I make the rules, I've made the rules of these beasts, I've made them immune to anything you can do to them, which means, the option is death, right?"

Conclusion
The beasts had become quicker now, they dashed at the Night Lord, looking to slash him into pieces. "See through my lies.."

OoC:
The Beasts- These beasts are large, standing at the human height of seven feet and are aggresively muscular. Their skin is an odd dark blue with shades of grey slapped in random parts of their bodies. They stand similar to human beings but have no hands, these are replaced with razor-sharp claws in an effort of their master to give them a weapon. (So you know what they look like...sorta)

[Blahmaster]

OCC: How can you make them immune to anything he can do?

Is their hide invincible?

[My Apocalypse]

OoC: Good question, how can I? Seems almost impossible...

[Blahmaster]

Oh wow, Darkest_Hour...

I'll resist the urge to flame you.

Next time, the least you could do is ask me if you could join this battle.

And no, you can't (you lost any chance when you posted out of the blue).

Be ready for your post to be deleted.

And Apoc, yes, answer the question, please. Your beasts can't be invincible. If you meant to say they can't be CONTROLLED by The Lord of the Night, that's fine. Please be specific about what you mean.

[Time]

Well, uh, blah, it seems your opponent has been banned.