New to the whole "challenge" thingy...

[.:Raz:.]

Name : Gabe Rielex
Age : 11
Gender : Male
Personality : Younge and foolish. Gabe is just looking for a kick-butt good time. He is often light-hearted and childish, although when it comes to fighting he is rude, vulgar, and a total brat. Despite the "innocent" look to him, Gabe is a killer. Other fighters find his "cute & cuddely" personality laughable, but he's anything but.
Appearance : Gabe has short, spiky brown hair tied in a very short pony tail at the end of his head. He's short and very skinny. He has three moon-shaped scars on his forehead--as symbal of his Demon Tribe. He wears a black shirt with no sleeves that's tied up with a zipper. He has silver chain-links around his neck and his hands. Gabe wears black golves and blue converse. He wears baggy blue jeans with several chains. He has a blue sweat-band and a giant backwards blue cap. Over all of this he sports a myserious "monk"-like cloak, which he takes off before battle.
Biography : Gabe was born an A-class demon into the Haizen tribe. He was the strongest demon in his tribe. Life was good. The girls loved him, and all the boys wanted to be him. That was, until someone new turned up. A visitor. He was stronger, and very charismatic. As it turned out, though, he was a spy from the neighboring tribe. The visitor humiliated Gabe on countless occasions. During his stay, the spy learned all about the secerets of the Haizen. Namely, their Luna bending skills. The other tribe attacked the Haizen. Only Gabe remained. Wounded, Gabe vowed to fight every creature in the universe... to make up for being unable to save his village.
Theme Song : The Hamster Dance
Powers/Abilities :

Gabe uses the powers of the moon and stars to command his powers. He can control gravity, shadows, darkness, the stars, and the moon. He can even go into a "beserk" mode. Gabe fights with two crecent-shaped lances that are nearly three times his size. He wields them exellently, using the to rip holes in space and time. Another unique trait of the Haizen is the ability to create shadow images, and project mirages.


OKIES! That's all I got. Go easy on me, 'M kay? We need judges too, right?
Catcha on the flip-side!!
Uh, I gotta go... I'll proofread this later.

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[Blackest Night]

I am currently debating whether to join as a judge or allow myself to go up against you. I'll be a judge for now, but you may decide.

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Raz take the challenge up with Blackest Night. It would be great experience. I'll judge.

[.:Raz:.]

Sorreh. Was in the shower. Sure, BN. You can choose the place, too.

You can judge, LimetLess.

[Blackest Night]

Marvelous. Is darkened Opera House an appropriate setting? I do so love those.

Mortal Name: Adam Lethrose

Race: One of the immortal Vices. He is the Vice of Lust.

Age: Old as time, looks about 27

Weapons: Aside from his various powers, Lust weilds a 6 foot long staff forged by Hephaestus himself. Thus, it is unbreakable and incredibly powerful. Able to summon it at a whim and weild it expertly, it is his favorite weapon. He has become a master of thrown objects, being able to throw even the most harmless-looking objects with deadly accuracy.

As his final weapon, Lust weilds a long, thorned whip. Deep red in color, the whip is a representation of the animalistic lust humans have for one another. He weilds it smoothly and elegantly, favoring smoothness in every weapon over brute strength.

Appearance: Yes. Him. He stands roughly 6' 1" tall and is fairly muscular(as evidenced by the photo). Due to his status as the Vice of Lust, he can make others see him as a near physically perfect human being.

Clothes: Varies daily in an attempt to blend in with humans. Usually consists of a simple, black t-shirt and jeans. He wears two necklaces, one of which has the Celtic symbol for sexuality, while the other is a thick chain with the word "Eros" spelled in Latin.

Other: Has three piercings in left ear and a snake tattoo coiled around his left arm. Lust's eyes have an incredibly piercing quality to them, almost looking into someone's very soul. As one of the 7 Great Sins, Lust is immensely powerful and an aura of passionate strength pervades him.

Vice Powers: Lust is a pyrokinetic, the burning desire for pleasure of the flesh representing by the crackling flames. He can transport himself across the world in a pillar of flame. Should the emotional barrier he created against his human conciousness be broken, objects around him have a tendency to burst into a roaring flame. Lust is capable of mild hypnosis and very potent ancient magic learned only through centuries upon centuries of hard study. Lust unconciously spreads his Vice's influence gradually across the surrounding area, his sheer presence aneough to drive mortals into a burning desire for sins of the flesh.

Through Fire, etheral or hellfire, Lust is able to channel the essence of sin his and inject it into himself, providing his Vice's spirit with energy needed to heal physical wounds. Lust is also capable of calling upon his sin across vast distances and, upon amassing enough, is able to create crimson clouds capable of blotting out the sun or moon in the area. Those clouds create an endless stream of fireballs unti; being cast away, either by him or by tremendous spiritual force.
[indent]As with al Vices and Virtues, Lust is granted immense strength and resiliency. Able to withstand a surprising number of physical attacks, his innate fire-weilding abilities protect his physical vessel from intense heat.

Personality: Every part of him exudes passion. He is an incredibly attractive person and his stare shows a great deal of insatiable lust. Lust's voice is smooth, with an almost unearthly tone. He is also highly intelligent, having accumulated wisdom over the years and uses it to his advantage over mortals. He knows what men and women alike want in their lustful hearts. Quite honestly, he has no redeeming features to speak of.

Bio: Milennia ago, the gods created a woman. Her name was Pandora and she was both blessed and cursed with incredible curiosity. She was also given a box and told to never open it. Pandora was created to be the perfect wife for a Titan, who passed her onto his own brother.

However, the universe cannot exist without balance. When Pandora was created, it sought to find a way to counteract this supreme good witha supreme evil. Thus, Diasthos was born. She was created to be the exact opposite of Pandora, save the fact that he too was presented with a box. Hideous, untalented, and lonely, Diasthos was the polar opposite of Pandora.

As most people know, Pandora's box was filled with the Vices, evils that would later plague mankind. To counteract this as well, Diasthos' box contained the Virtues, spirits that would maintain the balance when both Pandora and Diasthos were gone. For years, the Vices and Virtues waged a covert war against each other, always managing to stay concealed from humanity behind a veil of secrecy. They've taken on human forms, and walked amongst mortals, silently fighting a war that has gone on for centuries.

This war was never meant to end, for each side will remain equal, as it is meant on the Grand Design. However, every rule has a loophole, and it has been found.

Should Pandora's and Diasthys' boxes ever be united, the side responsible will gain dominion over all existence, and the power to wipe out whatever they choose.

Lust had heard of this rumor for centuries, slowly and quietly searching for it while his fellow Vices and hated Virtues fought each other constantly. He had grown tired of the mortal coil, resentful at the gods for making it impossible for him to acheive a permanent, peaceful death. Each time his mortal shell was killed, Lust rose up in another body, a constant cycle of reincarnation. He so dearly wanted to give up his ceaseless role of Vice, eager to feel the eternal rest those accursed humans felt.

Lust found Diasthos' box, a simple, leather-clad container. Excitement coursed through him at this, and he began to search for Pandora's box, eagerly rushing from continent to continent in search of it. Mount Olympus, Giza, China, Japan, Venice, and yet he still found nothing. Nonetheless, he continued his search, determined to locate the box and acheive the gdlike power to do whatever he wanted, even grant himself a peaceful death and rid the world of those godforsaken Virtues.

He never would.

His most trusted Vice, Wrath, found him and after much heated debate and even more furious combat, impaled Lust. The box fell to the ground, immediately evaporating to find a new hiding place. Lust looked at Wrath, surprised that she would do such a thing to a fellow Vice. As his Vice soul fled his dying vessel in search of a new one, he swore to them he would continue his search in every life.

To this day, he has kept that oath. Never has he stopped searching for those boxes, always desperate that the next location might...just might be the one.

Theme Song: Lacrymosa by Evanescence.

Likes:

Classical Music as well as Rock Music
Engaging in sins of the flesh
The occaisional cup of coffee
Waltzing
Chess

Dislikes:

Humans.
Virtues.
Virtuous Humans.
Those who abide by the rules.
Rules in general.

[.:Raz:.]

Gyah. You always use the same guy... heh. Pretty cool, though. Smexfully eviiil. Oh, and I like the idea of the Opera House... so-eh-who starts??

[Blackest Night]

As it is your RP, you begin it whenever you so desire.

[.:Raz:.]

OOC: ZoMg. Okay.

IC:

Gabe saundered casually into the old, abandoned opera house. He lifted his arms above his head and whistled. Mintutes went by, hours. It began to storm. Dangit, Gabe thought, it's nearly midnight! His challenger was late. Thunder chimed menacingly. Gabe heard a sharp noise. A shiver ran down his spine. Great, it's like a cheap horror fic... Gabe absent mindly twiddled his thumbs.

The challenger ("Lust") had sent a letter to Gabe a few weeks before, offering him a dual. "A test of my power," he called it. The guy compared himself to a God. What a chump.

Another flash of lightening. Gabe was sure he was at the right spot... There aren't that many abandoned Opera Houses on planet earth, were their?? Then he felt it. Power. A power so great it caused Gabe to start to shake.

"Come out!" Gabe pointed at the ceiling, the exact location of his opponent, "I wanna meet the dude I'm about to slaughter!! =D"

[Blackest Night]

From the rafters high above the ground, a sudden light and sound erupted, reminiscent of that of a roaring flame. The area around it was cast into a vigorous light, yet was soon plunged back into billowing night as the light was extinguished. Moments later, the grand stage mere feet away from Gabe was bathed in that very same light. Center stage, a twisting pillar of flame erupted from the ground, the figure within it shrouded by the intense fire. Similar to the flame mere moments before, it was quickly extinguished, a tall man taking its place.

His eyes landed with benign interest on Gabe, the ethereal blue within him seemingly piercing into the boy's very soul. Silence filled the Opera House, even more noticeable after the roaring flames had left the building in uncomfortable disquietude. The man's still face broke into a mocking smile, his hands folded calmly behind his back.

"Quite the arrogant one aren't you? Pride must've gotten to you before I did."

The eternal sin of Lust took calm steps toward Gabe, smoothly dropping down slightly to his level. Lust's physical vessel was greatly taller than that of Gabe, presumably because of their age difference. To himself, Lust questioned why he ever bothered contacting this person. How much of a challenge could an eleven year old be?

Lust finally reached an arm's length away from Gabe, lightning flashing outside the windows. Odd shadows were cast across Lust's sensuous face, his pristine eyes still locked onto Gabe's. With a heavy sigh and a light smile, Lust broke off his penetrating stare. With a snap of his fingers, a thin column of flame erupted next to Lust. Within it stood his trusted obsidian staff, the polished surface glinting brilliantly in whatever light provided.

"I suppose we might as well get on with it.

[.:Raz:.]

Gabe took in a huge breath, his eyes wide.

"That... was... TOTALLY AWESOME, D00D!!" Gabe chuckled, "Some lightshow! Do you have the power to back it up, though?"

Gabe raised his hands high into the air. Slowly, strands of dark mist surrounded the boy's hands. The mist solidifide into two large, crecent-shaped Javalines. They were atleast five-hundred more pounds than the demon, but Gabe lifted them with no sweat. He looked like an ant trying to carry a tree branch.

The Moons on his head began to glow a serene and calming white, which illuminated the arena. All of the shadows in the room seemed to flow towards his body, like a demented fog.

Gabe smiled mischeviously, "Okay, whoever you are, GET READY FOR THIS!" The demon laughed loudly and whole-heartedly as the shadows whirled around him.

[Blackest Night]

A light chuckle passed Lust's lips, finding the boy's reaction to his method of transportation nothing short of hilarious. The boy's childish glee was... less than expected, especially under the current circumstances.

"I'm quite sure there's much more power where that came form, lad."

Staff in hand, Lust stepped back as Gabe raised his hands into the dank air. The darkness in the Opera House itself seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing around Gabe, filaments of billowing night latching onto his arms and crawling up towards his hands. There, the living mist stretched and grew, solidifying itself into two obscenely large javelins. The javelins shone in the pale moonlight, brightened by the occasional flash of azure lightning.

The javelins had to weigh at least five hundred pounds more than the kid himself, enough to make the trunk of a Redwood feel insignificant. Yet, Gabe seemed to have no problem at all lifting them well off the ground. The moons on the child's forehead glowed a brilliant white, beckoning the shadows in the Opera House to heed their call. The encircled and swirled around Gabe, forming a rather nice contrast between the brilliant white and the ebon shadows.

"Okay, whoever you are, GET READY FOR THIS!"

Lust smiled at Gabe cheerfully, speaking in the irritating calm tone he always used.

"Cute. My name's Lust, child. 'Lord and Master' will do just fine."

Fire traced along the outer limits of Lust's body, remarkably leaving his clothes unsinged. The area immediately around him was bathed in his supernatural light, driving the shadows back to Gabe.

"The first move is yours, son."

[.:Raz:.]

Gabe snorted, "Lord and master? Puh-leeze."

Gabe touched the ground. The shadows writhed with glee, pulling the boy under.

Gabe's voice echoed throughout the opera house, even though he was nowhere to be seen, "Pickaboo! Cool game, huh? You can't see me, let alone FIGHT me. And yet, I'm everywhere! I'm coming up to bat! Where I'll hit you, nobody knows!"

Gabe silently materialzed one javeline wielding hand behind Lust, and lunged.

"And that, lord and master, is a home run!" The demon cackled.

[Blackest Night]

Lust raised an eyebrow at the boy's actions, wondering why he was bending down to touch the ground. His questions were answered when the shadows erupted forth, black tentacles gleefully pulling Gabe beneath the ground. The sudden lack of the boy's physical presence was noticeable, mainly from how quiet it had become.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Gabe's voice echoed throughout the Opera House, taunting Lust and his obvious inability to see Gabe. Lust listened quietly and patiently, knowing that Gabe would be forced to come out of hiding eventually. A smile came over his face when Gabe's voice emanated from directly behind him.

"And that, 'lord and master', is a home run!"

Gabe's javelin hit nothing more than a silently disappearing flame. This time, Lust's presence had vanished, leaving Gabe alone with his shadows. He did not speak, much less taunt like Gabe did.

"A swing and a miss."

A hand placed itself upon Gabe's shoulder, its owner being a confident Lust. Lust's hand quickly grew in temperature, reaching levels of heat guaranteed to burn human flesh.

"You may not want to talk while you do that, kid."

Almost in a mockery of Gabe's comments, Lust held his staff much like a baseball bat, having since removed his enflamed hand from Gabe's shoulder. With the speed and strength only a Vice or Virtue were capable of, Lust swung his obsidian staff, Gabe's spine an open target.

[.:Raz:.]

Gabe jumped into the wall and was obsorbed by the shadows, the staff stubbing his toe. The javeline vanished, as well.

"Oh my golly-gee-gosh!" Gabe taunted out of no where, "You burnded my we ikkle shoulder. And for that, I'll kill you!"

The shadows came to life, writhing and shaking uncontrollably. They made their way towards Lust, fallowing him. The strands of mist moved like snakes trying to suffocate Lust, by wrapping around him.

"In a matter of minutes, you will be pulled into the shadow world, with no hope of survival! Can the lowly Lust escape? Or will Gabe win again? (More than likley, he usually does!) " Gabe mocked like a TV show announcer.

[Blackest Night]

Once again, Gabe melted into the night, his physical presence vanishing. Already, Lust was beginning to grow irritated. However, Lust was satisfied he had left his mark upon Gabe. A burn by ethereal fire was much more lasting and effective than natural fire. It would slowly, yet efficiently, burn away at Gabe's spiritual reserves and eventually leave Gabe without the spiritual energy to control the shadows. All Lust had to do was simply wait.

"Oh my golly-gee-gosh! You burned my we ikkle shoulder. And for that, I'll kill you!"

At Gabe's last word, the shadows around Lust came to life, writhing and twisting in the air around the irritated Vice. They latched onto his arms, sprawling across his chest tightly. Gabe's announcement of their purpose was less than necessary, as the ever increasing pressure they created made Lust very well aware of their purpose.

"In a matter of minutes, you will be pulled into the shadow world, with no hope of survival! Can the lowly Lust escape? Or will Gabe win again? (More than likley, he usually does!) "

Lust glared at the ceiling and walls of the Opera House, wherever Gabe might have been. The expression on his face showed nothing but annoyance and irritation.

"I don't like you very much, child."

The shadows wrapped around Lust's chest and arms began to glow ever so slightly. Flames danced around their outer edges, the light forcing the shadows to draw back in their attempts. They were burned off Lust's figure, drawing back into the mass of swirling shadows the filled the entire building. A flash of lightning allowed Lust to get a view of just how many there were.

Hundreds. Each of them swirling about one another, joining than splitting apart again. As the azure glow of lightning faded, Lust closed his eyes, taking a calming breath.

"You just had to make this difficult."

Lust picked up his staff, holding it at the ready. Another calming breath and he began to spin it rapidly. The staff became engulfed in flame, an incredibly brilliant light filling the Opera House and driving the shadows away. Lust's eyes opened to see Gabe's form high up in the rafters of the building, presumably the spot where the shadows had dropped him off.

"Gotcha"

In a sudden, quick movement, Lust pointed his staff at Gabe, a jet of crimson flame shooting out towards the child's position.