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Hi, do you want to battle me? I'll have a nice new character put up sometime soon, the title has something to do with him. It'll be loads of fun, I don't care if you're good or not, and I don't care how many of you there are. Come on, bring it dude(s).

Hey dudes, here is that character I was talking about.

Danteus "Dan" Alexei
87 years of Age
Male
Vigoorian

Brief History
Our amount of information on Dan is small compared to his long existence, but it is all we've managed to record. We know that he began as a Ninja of the Infamous and powerful Dragon Lineage. Long ago when the underworld where the terrible fiends reside was released, it was the Dragon Lineage who rose up to combat the fiends until they finally slayed the fiend king, a massive dragon fiend. When slayed, the fiends were banished and sealed in the underworld once more, and the remains of the fiend dragon king were used to craft the powerful line of weapons and officially started the Dragon Lineage. For generations these weapons were passed down, a set of claws that would attach to the hands made from the dragons claws, a scythe made from the dragon's fang, a whip made from the tail of the dragon, and a sword crafted from the very bones of the dragon. It was only about fifty or so years ago when the Vigoorian Emperor Dokun succeeded in releasing the fiends from their captivity, it was near that time that the Dragon Lineage attempted to destroy the fiends again, a quest that has yet to be completed. A ninja of the Dragon Lineage known as Danteus was their most noteable threat to the fiends, he himself had defeated three greater fiends, including the great Beovulf. Years were passing and Danteus became a larger thorn in the sides of the fiends, it was then that they ressurected the Archfiend and Danteus was destroyed. It is believed that in the afterlife Danteus managed to reincarnate into the greater fiend he is today. Though a greater fiend, his alliance does not lay with the Vigoorian Empire, and now as a greater fiend he poses a greater threat to the Empire. We are lucky however, Danteus has avoid the Empire completely and seems to be taking no action towards the fiends or with the Lineage whatsoever. Because he is a greater fiend, he is listed as a Vigoorian, though he was originally born a ninja of the Dragon Lineage, it was of course the Vigoorian Ancestors that died long ago to become the fiends who roamed the underworld, and now the human world. The Empire, it's dieties, the fiends, etc.. All look to find as much as they can about Danteus who took on the last name Alexei as a showing of his greater fiend status. They do this so that they can better understand him and perhaps convince him to reside with the Empire, if that were to happen, the fiends would never return to the underworld again.

This is a picture taken of Danteus, the photographer never remembers taking it.
IGN: Ninja Gaiden II Screenshots (X360) 2297455


A clear description of Dan's powers is neccesary. While only having a couple, they are very dangerous. Those that manage to lure Dan into a state where he decides to battle should be careful.
The Piercing Void- This technique was developed by Dan and is incredibly dangerous. The technique can create void at any time from anywhere, all Dan needs is the willpower and thought. These voids aren't common to the Empire's knowledge base, but we have managed to discover that they are different than other types of void. A void is created by destroying space and matter in an area, from there that space becomes known as void and takes a somewhat material form, but is ethereal at the same time. It is known that the void is slightly conscious, this was discovered after reading reports of the technique that showed that the void would act like a vacuum and suck in nearby matter as if it desired to be filled. That is the danger in this technique, the void will suck in nearby matter and can even suck in ethereal or astral entities in order to fill itself, the void sucks in until the space that was destroyed fills itself, once it fills itself, it then destroys itself consequently. If one were to be sucked into the void, they would be destroyed, and we're guessing that as a result of it's confusinf properties, they would be wiped from the plane(s) entirely. The name of the technique also clues in at its other use; rather than creating some blank region, the void can be focused into a narrow shape that can take a form similar to lightning, from there the void lightning can strike anything Dan wishes at the speed lightning itself would travel. Upon contact, one would feel a violent piercing before they were tragically destroyed. This method of the technique is a more direct and quicker method for Dan, it will allow destruction of someone to be a quick process. Don't be completely worried about this technique however, as long as you don't try to escape it via necromancy or ethereality, you can leave the world and go on to a happy afterlife.
Memory Manipulation- Not exactly a technique, it is more his prime ability and power. There have been few reports on it because most have forgotten whatever it is they've discovered, but there are still large amounts of information on this ability. Reports show that Dan has access to all forms of memory, giving him the ability to cause people to forget or even remember certain things. There are other uses for it though, Dan can of course manipulate memory in any way, including manifesting or destroying memories entirely. The most interesting fact about this ability is something that was recorded by the Empire's very own Beovulf, it was recorded that Dan somehow taps into the memory of the Omniverse itself, an odd concept, but to our understanding this would mean that everything in the omniverse past and future would be represented as a memory.

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I'll take that as the black way to say I accept. Will you be using Alkimos?

Location: Sky City Tokyo
With the advance of technology, Japan has taken the biggest leap in the area. While still maintaining a regular city down below, in the sky atop buildings and such is another city. The way the sky city is built is quite awe inspiring, there canals and other water systems and even sakura trees growing commonly. Not many people can be seen roaming the Sky City at this time, this is due to the fact that the lycian roam freely waiting to devour the flesh of any that may be stupid enough to be found roaming the sky city. Down below, things are not quite as beautiful; the rain is heavier and the streets are consumed with flames and destroyed cars and buildings. Fiends of many assortment roam as freely as the lycian, though they tend to hide and wait for prey. The sewer systems below are accessible but are a danger zone nonetheless.

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Name: Alkimos Gryphonheart ~ The Menacing Variant
Age: Originally, he died at the age of 227, and was reborn at the age of 14. A LOT has happened since then, and now even Alkimos is unsure of how old he is exactly, although it doesn’t really matter at this point.
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Kambelia/Earth
Species: Kambelian

Armaments: None. Since being permanently brought back from Hell by Zetsumi, Alkimos has yet to regain any of his old weapons or armor; seeing as Zetsumi didn’t use his original body for the resurrection. Alkimos has taken on a new demeanor however, so he doesn’t exactly plan on getting any of his old armaments back. Not only this, but he would find his weapons somewhat of a hindrance now since he is trying to focus more on hand-to-hand combat.

Appearance: Throughout his many different bodies and lives, Alkimos has taken on different looks. His current attire, and body for that matter, were given to him by his friend Zetsumi, and Alkimos is rather pleased with his latest look.

Alkimos, now permanently back from hell, stands six foot one, with pure ray hair that hangs down his back (think/see Amidamaru from Shaman King). He has a finally decided to shave, though he does keep a bit of a silvery five o’clock shadow. His body is well toned, but he is not so buff to the point that it would slow him down. He is adorned in a black-and-gray martial outfit, the midriff wrapped with a thick gray belt, and the forearms and calves bound with the same material, for ease of movement. Alkimos' outfit, however, does not feature the short skirt that the person who gave him the clothes, Zetsumi, had, but instead sports four black banners with red trims hanging from the waist. Rather than wrappings on the forearms and lower legs, slick black armor covers them, though it only went so far as his elbows and knees, his chest covered only by clothe. A stylized, oriental image of a gryphon is embroidered in red on the left side of the chest. His gray twin lance medallion still hangs around his neck, having never left him even in death.

Personality: In his first life, Alkimos was malevolent and ruthless. Only caring about himself and wining, he slaughtered anyone who stood in his way. He cared not about family or friends, and hatred consumed every fiber of his being. Now that he has been reborn however, all of that has changed. He has learned to have a more positive outlook on things, is funny, outgoing, and just an all around good guy. His ruthlessness is still with him, although it only comes out in battle. He is incredibly intelligent and wise, having nearly fifteen hundred years of knowledge with him. His newfound ascension only added to his new demeanor, and he became wiser and more intelligent than most mortal men and average gods for that matter.

Now he has somewhat reverted back to how he was in his first life, though not entirely. He is more cold and ruthless now, though he does still have a heart. He is friendly only to those he respects, a position that can only be attained through proven prowess in battle.

Abilities: Soon after he was reborn, Alkimos found out that in order to regain each of his former powers he had to relearn them. This discouraged him at first, but he persevered. Slowly but surely he learned, and eventually he regained many of his old abilities. Now that he ascended however, his powers became greater and spread out over many different types. His powers extended over Arcane magics, (his strongest points be conjuration, evocation, illusion, and transmutation) and Incarnum magics.

Since his revival he has come to rely less on powers that use outside forces, such as magic, and more on those that rely on the power within, eg. Chi/Spiritual Energy, much like his friends Zetsumi, Mitsukai, and Jinsei. He has found he is a natural at the art, and leans more towards the destructive end of the chi spectrum. When he battles this is evident, as his hands glow red with energy and his hair and eyes turn red.


Bio:

~Birth:

Alkimos was born on the planet Kambelia, a magical and technological wonder of a planet in the far reaches of the Milky Way galaxy. He was born the only son of King Matthew and Queen Terra Gryphonheart, effectively crowning him the prince of Kambelia. The people of Kambelia were very civilized, all of them thinking of only peace; never war or destruction.

A thing that made Prince Alkimos so strange.

From a very young age Alkimos was evil, always harassing the other children and instigating fights. Once he learned to talk he would constantly question his elders, never accepting anything they said. He was a wild child, but the King and Queen loved him none-the-less. Despite his hatred towards other people, the only ones he truly loved were his mother and father; he always listened to them if push came to shove and he had to listen to someone.

As the prince, he was of course trained in the art of sword fighting. Not only that, he was taught a good many things. From history to politics to geography to magic, the young Alkimos absorbed knowledge wherever he could. He learned to use a great variety of weapons, and his intellect seemingly grew with each passing day. By the time he was fourteen he was quite the child prodigy, putting some of Kambelia’s top scholars to shame. His bad personality was always a problem however, and although he may threaten he had never truly ever thought of hurting someone.

One day, while Alkimos was out on a hunting trip, an assassin from the Wilder Lands on Kambelia broke into the royal palace and slaughtered the King and Queen in their bedroom. When Alkimos returned, he rushed to his mother and father to show off the buck he had just killed. Bursting into the bedroom, he saw the corpses of his mother and father on the bed. The image was forever burned onto his retinas, and drove the young boy insane.

He immediately went to the captain of the royal knights, and commanded that a search party be erected to find the murderer of his parents. When the captain told him no, that they should first perform a burial ceremony, Alkimos swiftly killed the man; rending his head clean from his shoulders. Furious, Alkimos gathered some supplies to set out and find the killer by himself.

For many years Alkimos searched the Wilder Lands for the man, and during that time he learned many things and even found a weapon, which could morph into any form he desired. He learned that four great mages ruled the wilder lands, and that if anyone knew where to find the murderer it would be them. And so, he set out to find these mages; and eventually he indeed found each one. Sadly, none of them could help. Each one said it was nearly impossible to find a man that the boy did not even know the face of, even with magic. Growing more furious each time he was told it is was impossible, he slaughtered each mage; gaining the power of said mage in the process. It was an effect that was a curse set on the mages long ago, when the four of them had teamed-up to kill the mage who ruled the wilder lands back then.

By the time each mage was no more Alkimos was extremely powerful. He had gained the power of the four most powerful beings on Kambelia, and he used that power to help him search. Finally, after twenty-years of searching the massive wilder-lands, he found the man who had killed his parents. Unfortunately, the man was long dead, having died from a devilish fever. This only added to Alkimos’s continual rage, which was not good since he was now the most powerful man on Kambelia. Using his power, he conquered the entire wilder lands single handedly, a feat that had never been done before. Now turning his attention back to his old kingdom, he set out to conquer it as well.

Alkimos called to him a massive army, consisting of barbarians, orcs, draconians, demons, and many other magical species. Even if they hadn’t been stronger, the army could have won the war through sheer numbers. Alkimos’s army completely annihilated the armies of his kingdom, and Alkimos claimed his rightful throne. He enslaved not only the country, but also the entire planet; forcing everyone in it to do his biding. He ruled the land for nearly two hundred years, using magic to extend his life span. He became known as the most evil king to ever rule Kambelia, and he liked it.

Little did he know however, a resistance was being formed. Since during the war he had killed all of the best mage’s in the country when they confronted him, their apprentices had gotten together to form a resistance. Tons of people joined this force, even some of the members of Alkimos’s army. The resistance waited for the opportune moment to strike, but when they did it was lethal. They brought down Alkimos, killing him as he slept. The reign of the evil king was finally over, and peace returned to Kambelia.

Alkimos was cast into the underworld, and was tortured for hundreds of years. During that time, he often thought back on his life. What was the point of committing all those evil deeds? He asked himself. Death had returned him to sanity, but he knew it was too little too late. After another long two hundred years of suffering, the gods came down from the heavens and gave Alkimos a choice. They said they had seen his return to sanity, and respected it. They would give him another chance at life, under two conditions. One: he could never return to Kambelia, and Two: He must become a benevolent king. Although Alkimos did not understand how he could become king outside of Kambelia, he agreed to the terms.

Light enveloped the man, and his soul was transported from the underworld. His new life would begin soon…

~Rebirth:

Alkimos was reborn seven years later as Aoki Jin, son of Kimiko and Tetsuya Aoki. They lived in a place called New York City, having just moved there from Japan. Alkimos, even as a child, remembered his past life. He often wondered if the gods would allow him some of his old power back. He knew that for the moment it did not matter, as in his current state he could not really do anything. Instead he lived his life as a normal child in America, going to school and the like.

He was a genius of course, having the knowledge and wisdom from having lived two hundred and twenty seven years prior. By the age of thirteen he had already graduated college, and was bored with life on this floating rock called earth. One day however, that all changed. On his fourteenth “birthday,” a black tattoo appeared on Alkimos’s hand. He had seen the tattoo before; it was the symbol of his bloodline of Gryphonheart. Maybe, he wondered, just maybe…

Deciding to test his theory, Alkimos ran away from his parents. He knew that if he were right, he would never have to see them again. Putting his right hand on the tattoo and reciting some ancient incantation, Alkimos closed his eyes. He felt power surge through his body, although it was not as great as his former magical abilities. When he tested it out, he found out he only had power over elements: Fire, Water, Wind, Electricity, Earth, Darkness, and Light. He also had his old powers over the weather, but that was it. He figured he would have to re-learn all his other powers if he ever wished to return to his former strength. Looking back at the black mark, something told him it had another function. Putting his right hand back on it, Alkimos closed his eyes and imagined being on another planet. When he re-opened them, he was on the planet he had just imagined. The fact that he could travel to different planets now excited him, as in his former life he had never left Kambelia.

Just then, the gods spoke to Alkimos telepathically.

”The time to redeem yourself is now, oh evil king. We have equipped you with a percentage of your former powers, now you must show us that we made the right decision in resurrecting you. Before you start on your journey however, we have a gift for you.”

Out of the clouds in front of Alkimos came two objects. One was his trusty sword Dragon’s Bane and the armbands that were required to wield the sword, and the other was his necklace of hidden power. Strapping the sword on his hip and putting on the necklace, the gods spoke to him once again.

Now go oh king, travel about this Omniverse and fulfill our agreement.

With the words of the gods in mind, Alkimos set off. He knew that now he could do whatever he wanted to, that he could start a new life and live it as he should have his first one.

It had been a few months, and Alkimos had quite a time traveling about the Omniverse. He even was engaged in his first great test of strength, a sword fight against a teen by the name of Taryn. While visiting a pub on a planet, he heard of a place called Ribbonaria. He also heard of the plight of a small kingdom on Ribbonaria called Black Rose. Intrigued by this, Alkimos transported himself to Ribbonaria to see exactly what type of plight they’d gotten themselves into.

Once there, he met a princess named Lightning. It turned out that the princess was searching for her long lost twin brother. Always one to help a beautiful woman, Alkimos accompanied her on her quest. They traveled far and wide, finding new friends and fighting foes all about Ribbonaria. Eventually, they found her brother and even defeated the evil Blaze Kingdom. At the end of their journey, Alkimos left the Prince and Princess. It had come to his attention that there were parts of Ribbonaria he hadn’t explored, and thus he went to see them.

After weeks of traveling, he came to a secluded valley in one of the far corners of the planet. There he met a powerful old man by the name of Zoric, and Alkimos asked to be his student for a time. Zoric imbued in Alkimos the knowledge of self-soul manipulation and soul manipulation, a power Alkimos still uses often. Zoric even gave Alkimos The Orb of the Harbinger, an ancient artifact of Ribbonaria that could hold the spirits of the dead to be used later. After all of this however, Zoric died in his sleep of old age. Burying the man right in front of his old home, Alkimos finally departed from Ribbonaria for good.

He had been off Ribbonaria for about two weeks, when he received an invitation to join a clan called "Ordinis Sanctimonia". At first he refused, knowing that the clan name was in Latin, a language of his ex-planet earth; he wished to have nothing to do with that vile mud hole of a planet any longer. He thought about it however, and remembered the words of the gods. He was to become king in some way, shape, or form, and perhaps this Ordinis Sanctimonia could help him. The invitation had told him to travel immediately to the planet, and that it was urgent he arrive as soon as possible. Heeding the invites words, he closed his eyes and imagined himself on the planet described in the invitation. The mark on his hand began to glow in a black light, and all of sudden Alkimos disappeared.

~Requisition:

Alkimos reappeared in a fully inhabited city, surrounded by friends and foes. Despite his valiant efforts, he was ultimately defeated by the embodiment of consciousness himself. He did not truly die however, this just forced him to take on a new body. During the battle however, him and his companions Jinsei and Daniel, and the powerful necromancer from the opposing clan Zetsumi, banded together to form a clan of their own. The four then went their separate ways, but they all knew that they’d meet together and start their clan eventually.

During this transitional period, Alkimos longed to return to his home of Kambelia. He knew he could not however, as it was the will of the gods that he never be able to return to the planet he enslaved. Alkimos knew what he had to do; he had to slaughter the gods of Kambelia. So, gathering to him warriors from all about the Omniverse, Alkimos set out to find the one weapon he knew was capable of slaying gods.

The Ziale Staff.

Alkimos knew of an old sage who was said to have wielded the staff long ago. Seeking him out on his home planet, Alkimos and his companions asked him the staves whereabouts. The sage said he would tell them, but first they had to retrieve his drought that would keep him young for an eternity. He said it had been stolen from him by a band of thieves, and that they had fled to the city on the edge of the planet. Seeing no other way to acquire the staff, Alkimos and company set out.

After a long and harsh journey across desert and jungle, they came to the city at the edge of the world. It turned out that the old man had lied, and the drought was not even his to begin with. It was used to sustain the city in which it was held, as there was no other means of survival for hundreds of miles. Knowing that taking the drought would kill the people, but not seeing any other way, Alkimos made the decision to steal it at nightfall.

The band of warriors broke into the city and stole the drought. They triggered an alarm on their way out however, and every warrior in the city was summoned to stop them. Alkimos and his comrades fought valiantly through the city streets, painting every building in crimson blood. As soon as they were outside the city walls with the drought the entire city and it's people turned into dust and blew away in the wind. Shedding a single tear, Alkimos turned away and headed back for the sage's house.

Upon reaching the sage Alkimos tossed him the drought angrily, glaring into the eyes of the old man. Merely laughing, the sage drank the drought and was totally rejuvenated. He looked like a young man again, and Alkimos could sense his power had grown tenfold. The sage then revealed that he was the guardian of the Ziale staff, which slept deep inside the core of the very planet they were on. He told them that in order to reach the staff they would first have to go through him. Lending each other their swords, Alkimos and company plunged into battle with the sage.

Day and night they fought, the sage besting all of them with his might. Eventually, after all of them had unleashed all the power they could muster, the sage fell. His awesome power was split among Alkimos and his friends, each of them becoming more powerful. Finding the silo hidden inside the sage's house, Alkimos and his band lowered themselves down into the planet.

Through many obstacles they traveled, downward for thousands of miles into the planet, until they finally reached the very center. There, in all of its glory, slept the Ziale staff. Reaching out his hand, Alkimos grabbed the staff of might. Just then, everything began to explode. Using the power of the staff, Alkimos teleported him and his friends to the nearest planet. Looking up into the sky, they saw the planet explode in the sky like fireworks. With staff in hand, Alkimos prepared for his return home.

~Rise:

After a month of rest and recuperating, Alkimos and company began to formulate their plan. He knew that they could not take on all the gods at once, so they would have to turn them against each other. Giving the staff to his most trusted companion, he told him to travel to Kambelia in his stead and kill one, and only one, of the gods. After that he would have to immediately leave Kambelia. Alkimos and the others traveled to Kambelia’s sister planet, Ambrosia, and trained with the wizard’s there. Even if Alkimos’s plan went perfectly, they would still have much fighting to do.

After two weeks of training, Alkimos’s friend returned to the main party. The deed had been done the god had been destroyed. Joyful, and proud of his friend, Alkimos called for a grand celebration. That night they partied like no other before, with food, drink, and smoke abundant. Back on Kambelia however, things were just the opposite.

All of the gods began to throw accusations at each other, this one saying that one did it and that one saying this one did it. Rage over taking them all, even the leader, the gods held a grand battle in the heavens. The sky turned black, and fire rained from the it on Kambelia, as he god’s war raged on. After three days and three nights of fighting, the battle was over. It was just as Alkimos had planned, the gods had completely annihilated each other.

Or so it seemed.

Knowing there was no other way to tell, Alkimos teleported him and his companions directly onto the surface of Kambelia. Closing his eyes and clenching his fist, Alkimos teleported them. When he looked up, he realized that it had worked. He had successfully returned to Kambelia, the home he longed for. Thanking all his friends, and almost literally jumping for joy, Alkimos celebrated. They all thought it was finally over, they would never have to kill again, but Alkimos knew better. Calling them all over to him, Alkimos asked each of them to travel with him on one more journey. One grander quest. Alkimos had to reclaim his kingdom, and he knew he could not do it alone. Each of his companions said yes gladly, and so they set off for Alkimos’s old kingdom that he had seen in over one thousand years.

When they reached the capital, Kamblion, it amazed all of them; even Alkimos. It was the perfect balance of advanced magic and technology, one of the most beautiful sights to see in the Omniverse. Alkimos explained to them that Kambelia had it all, grassy plains, gigantic cities, beautiful coastline; it was really one of the most beautiful planets there is. Waltzing right into the palace, Alkimos saw the now ruler of Kambelia. He was a descendant of the captain of the royal guard, the same one Alkimos had slain in rage oh so many years prior. Alkimos announced to him that he was Alkimos Gryphonheart, true heir to the throne. As expected, they all laughed at him, knowing that the Gryphonheart bloodline had died out nearly fifteen hundred years ago. Shaking his head, Alkimos showed them the only proof he had of his name; he twin lance medallion. All of them were taken aback at this, and took it from Alkimos to get a closer look. The king declared that it was indeed the long lost Medallion of Gryphonheart, the only thing able to wake the ancient dragons and their leader, the Gryphon, from their eternal rest. Everyone present then bowed to Alkimos, cowering in fear. They all had learned their history, and knew of the terrible might of the man that stood before them.

Alkimos bided them all to stand, and addressed them. He said that he was a changed man, and wished to rule Kambelia opposite of how he had in the past. Applauding the new king, Alkimos was given the crown and sat down upon his thrown. All of a sudden, a great ball of magical energy was flung at Alkimos from the entrance to the great hall. Spying it before anyone else, Alkimos’s most trusted friend, the same one he had entrusted the staff to, flung himself in front of the blast. The severely wounded him, and he was immediately rushed to the infirmary. The blast had came from the now weakened leader of the gods of Kambelia. He had figured it all out as soon as Alkimos had returned, and wanted to exact his revenge. With a maniacal laugh, the god teleported out of the grand hall.

Alkimos knew what the god was planning, for it was the same thing Alkimos had planned when he left the kingdom. He was going to call to him a ferocious army of magical beings, and wage war on Alkimos and his people. Sending out a call to every strong man and skilled woman, Alkimos readied his country for war. Four months his people trained, until the day came for battle. A single demon was sent to Alkimos in the grand hall, with a word from the god. The battle was to be tomorrow, on the plains just outside the capitol. Telling everyone to rest for the epic battle that was to come, Alkimos retired to his bedroom.

That night however, the enemy attacked. They busted through the lightly guarded city gates and invaded, slaughtering innocents and warriors alike. Alkimos was awakened by his companions, and told to ready himself for battle. He got ready to dawn the normal knights armor, but then the ex-king stopped him. Alkimos followed the ex-king down deep beneath castle into the treasure room, and saw what hadn’t seen in ages. His father’s old blue-green armor that Alkimos wears even to this day. Dawning it and his weapons Alkimos got on a horse and rode right into battle with his companions at his side.

All through the night they fought, enemies falling wherever Alkimos went. He was a flurry of magical energy blast and slashes from his sword, having long since abandoned his horse. All of a sudden however, Alkimos was teleported high above the battlefield. An invisible arena had been made, and the match had been set. The god wanted to fight Alkimos one on one, no magic powers involved. Never one to back down from a challenge, Alkimos accepted.

The two and their armies went at it all day and night, neither side wanting to give in to the fact that they were running out of energy. Alkimos and the god were both tired out, their swords swings becoming lazier and slower. Eventually, Alkimos fell down on the ground as if he could not go on any longer. The god took this opportunity, and went to stab his sword through Alkimos’s chest. Then, the tricky gleam came back in Alkimos’s eye. At the last possible moment, Alkimos rolled out of the way and stabbed his own sword through the gods chest; knocking him to the ground with Alkimos on top of him. Twisting it around inside his body, Alkimos knew that this alone would not finish off a god. Pulling out his Orb of the Harbinger, Alkimos sealed the god away inside of it. Walking to the edge of the invisible platform, Alkimos held the orb high above his head in victory. Every one of his warriors raised their swords and cheered, as Alkimos collapsed from exhaustion.

It was finished.

Just then, Alkimos’s body floated higher into the air along with the Orb of the Harbinger. Both began to glow in a bright blue light, causing everyone on the battlefield to shield their eyes. The Orb cracked, and the image of the god could be seen talking to Alkimos.

”Alkimos, you have defeated me in battle. You proved to me that I made the right choice in resurrecting you, and for that I give you my title and rank. You have most definitely earned it.”

Turning around and looking down upon the people of Kambelia, the god spoke again.

”Hear ye! Hear ye! From this day forth and forever more, I give to you your god. Behold, the new ruler of Kambelia. Alkimos, Gryphonheart!”

The god then disappeared and faded into Alkimos, whose body now glowed with the same blue light from before. All of the people of Kambelia, even the ones in the god’s army, let out a cheer that could surely be heard on every close planet. Alkimos had done much more than he had ever set out to do, and he would wear his new title well.

His first order of business was to crown his most trusted friend, who had made a full recovery, King of Kambelia. The two of them would work together in ruling the planet, instead of apart as gods and kings had done in the past.

Now, Alkimos was enjoying the fruits of his efforts. He still enjoyed traveling the Omniverse, going on adventures, and engaging in battle with other great warriors, but now he had a home.

Now, he had a purpose.

~Fall:

Many, many a battle Alkimos engaged in since that day; pitting himself against only the most powerful of opponents. From one side of the Omniverse to the next he traveled, building his strength and knowledge. He begain to lust for these two factors, deeming them most important over all; lusting for them more than any other form of entertainment. So of course, when the time arose to fight the Omniverses best all at once he jumped at it.

They gathered on one planet, allying themselves into two teams; the strongest being the leaders, the weak being foot soldiers. Alkimos, while a bit late, fought valiantly in this battle. He decided that he would truly give it his all and, without a second thought, transformed into his final form; artificially become the manifestation of magic itself. On his team was the TRUE manifest of magic, Valyon Lightstar, and so Alkimos fed off of him for power.

Before he could even slaughter his first warrior however, Valyon swiftly ended the fight by cutting off the planet from existence itself. Piggying-backing on the manifest, Alkimos managed to escape with his life. His lust for power and knowledge still stood however, so he remained in final form longer than he should have; despite the fact that it was slowly killing Kambelia. In a vision one day, Orose came to him and told him of something he was unware; when Kambelia faded from existence, so would his power. The guilt and grief of murdering his people now coming upon him, Alkimos did not even bother with reverting back to his normal state, he deserved to be powerless.

Now, he awaited his final hour. For when his magic fades, he will fade, since he is magic. Slothful and melancholy in all that he does, he knows that the end of his long and epic life is quickly coming to a close. And close it did. After a battle with his old friend Ambrose Araceley he did indeed die, his corpse forever lost in the vast oceans of the world of Mythica. He was sent to hell for his crimes, the ninth ring to be exact, frozen in the lake of ice along with Lucifer, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius. And there he was to stay for the rest of eternity.

One day however, while Makyu was sitting on his hellish thrown in the center of the lake, he spoke of the return of an old friend; Zetsumi. Even within the frozen lake Alkimos heard this, and every fiber of his being wished to be able to fight his former necromancer friend one last time. For days he tried, until finally the sheer greatness of his will power broke him free of his prison. His soul still half bound in hell, Alkimos sought out Zetsumi with the denizens of hell chasing him; wanting to bring him to back to his eternal resting place.

Eventually, the two met in a spectacular battle. With hellish fiends around them, Zetsumi controlled corpses attacking, and Alkimos surging with power, the epic clash ended in a stalemate. Zetsumi escaped, but Alkimos was dragged back to the pit by the demons forever more. A minute in that place was like an eternity, and so far Alkimos had been there for years. He was still resilient and restless in his prison, and Makyu Eramiss, king of hell, had been contemplating bringing him back for good.

~Return:

The will of the King of Hell was intercepted once again however by the necromancer Zetsumi. Conjuring a necromantic spell, Zettsumi brought Alkimos’ soul up from the ninth ring of hell in a new body, which he bioformed to look just like Alkimos’ old one. It would seem however, that Zetsumi had revived Alkimos to join him again in battle, which he did for a time before leaving. Now he once again prowls the Omniverse, simply doing what one such as him does – searching for entertainment.

Theme Song: Disturbed – “Decadence”

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If fame and infamy were bound together in a physical form, it's name would surely be Alkimos Gryphonheart. The man, if you could even call him a man, for at this point he had become more of a enigmatic deity, was known in all different corners of existence. He was a hero to some, a villain to others, though at the end of the day he was what he had claimed to be his entire life: himself. He had realized long ago that it was foolish for him, or anyone with a significantly long lifespan, to limit himself to being just a hero or just a villain. Being good for the sake of being good made no sense, and the same went for evil. One must examine a situation from outside the box in order to decide which side to choose. Not to mention the fact that someone at Alkimos' power level had the balance of good and evil in the entire omniverse to keep in mind.

At the moment, he was neither. He had been in hell, this time only to visit Makyu, when he was hesitantly and humbly approached by a man who claimed to be the emperor of some Vigoorian Empire or whatever it was. He asked simply if Alkimos could test the prowess of an arch fiend named Danteus Alexei and tell him anything that he could find out about him. At first an expected answer was given- Alkimos flat out said no. The emperor, Dokun was his name, then told him of the fiends primary power, and this fact was alone was the only reason Alkimos had agreed to help him. The manipulation of memory had never been one of Alkimos' strong points, so a chance to study a natural wielder of it would be great. The emperor told him where he could find Danteus,and off Alkimos went.

Now, he was walking the streets of the skycity Tokyo, a black-straw chinese farmers hat on his head, shadowing his shimmering emerald eyes from view. All around him people went on about their business, totally unaware that the fight that was about to ensue could possibly devastate both the skycity and the lycian infested ruins below. Coming to a square in the center of town, Alkimos stopped directly in the middle of it and looked up at the sun. Lowering his head back down, he folded his arms behind his back and began to float into the air. Pedestrians stopped and looked on in wonderment at the floating man in the square, video cameras and cellphones being pulled out faster than the speed of light. Raising his head and looking straight ahead, Alkimos sent out a telepathic message that was sure to reach the mind of every being from where he floated to the sewers below old Tokyo.

"Danteus..."

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OoC: Not really, but it's fine. Alright, let's make this a good one, I have a feeling it will be. Also, that image of danteus is not accurate, I couldn't find the image I was looking for no matter how hard I tried, so I'll describe his true appearance here.

IC

"Danteus"

His name rang through his head like the morning alarm, like Tairon's blazing sirens that he grew familiar with long ago. He wondered why it did, was he just thinking of how beautiful a name it was? Or was someone calling to him? It must be someone else because he was busy admiring the females down below. The fact that people were roaming the streets of Sky City Tokyo just finally hit him, the fiends were supposed to be running freely and killing anything around, what happened to them? He rejoiced in the fact that they were gone, but how did they just vanish like that? Danteus had to seek answers.

It didn't take long for him to locate the origin of this calling, the origin practically radiated significance in the world. Dan was sitting atop one of the tallest towers in Sky City, so his presence was unknown at the time. Dan stood up and silently, his wings were large and graceful, the exterior composition was black as the night, while the inside as cooly colored as ice. The top half of him was pale with slight tones of blue, his lips red as blood and eyes appearing as dull sapphires. The bottom half of his body was black with no other colors added in, his bottom half was not as liked as his top. Dan really took to beauty, even as a ninja he was this way, his transformation into a fiend had ripped a big wound in his emotions towards himself and his appearance, he saw himself as a monster at first, but as a few years passed, he lived with it and tried to make himself as beautiful as possible.

Dan gracefully descended upon the city, upon his arrival, the people flew into panic, they believed they were safe but now a fiend had appeared. Dan wasn't one of the fiends to be feared, his allegiance did not belong with the empire, but they could never understand. With a quick will, they all began to think that they should just calmly head inside and spend some time with the loved ones. Dan smiled and looked outward to spot his caller.

"You called?"

Something about this person was certainly intriguing, but also dangerous. He felt as if the man wasn't calling him to play cards or chase women. He checked...nope, he wasn't. It seems he wanted to observe Dan's ability through combat, which he really didn't prefer.

"Look, whatever happens, don't hurt the beloved people of this place, they've been through enough as it is"

[Hip-Hop]

OOC: Just edited in Alkimos' template. I'm about to leave from where I'm at, so I'll drop my post when I get back home tonight.

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A post sometime soon would be nice, but I understand if you're busy.