Going Through The Tunnel... Open Challenge

[Ragione]

Bonjour, and welcome to another of my battles. Due to the fact that several of the past role play battles I was in have expired, I am issuing out another challenge to anyone (to a certain point) that is basically literate, and knows the rules. I don't really need judges, until perhaps the end of this match, so just post your template and let the battle begin!

Template:

Name: Faible Melas

Gender: Male, in his current state.

Age: His true age is in the trillions, but his physical is 26.

Appearance: He is very tall with handsome features, and a muscular body. He has long limbs, very blond and somewhat long hair, and eyes as blue as the sapphire sea. Besides his hair, his body could be mistaken for his counterpart's, David. He wears a gray cloak, but under he hides a bright white robe that shines in the sun and can blind opponents.

Race: French

Home World: Earth

Personality: Faible is very outspoken and bright in all times. He always aids his allies, and attempts to make friends with everyone. But, he is merciless to his enemies and all who go against the Light, and his friends.

Element: The deepest and purest Light.

Weapon: LightBeam, a powerful weapon which can form into any shapes or materials to aid Faible. The light molecules are very tightly put together, so there are no air molecules whatsoever, which make it almost completely indescructable. But if it were to somehow be broken, it can easily reform in no time at all. It can block/reflect any attack except for the power of darkness, chaos/void, and venom/famine. Though it can transform into any material Faible wishes, they are somewhat illusions. The materials are just condensed forms of LightBeam, and cannot be used for anything besides battle. Faible has an almost unlimited amount of LightBeam, so he can split it in two to have two weapons, and duel wield them. This of course is not effective with Camoufle or Clair, because they cannot use Light energy while it is being spent on having another weapon.
LightBeam also allows Faible to absorb Fire and Light, for strength and for healing.

These are the most common forms it takes:

Allumer: A huge and heavy sword, which is capable of deflecting many attacks (including ranged, melee, and magical), and splitting most things in two. It is complete silver, which is bright and extremely shiny.

Allument: A gigantic tomahawk, made of various woods and metals. It is capable of guarding against projectiles and many weapons, but it is very heavy and slow. It can make huge shockwaves which can hurt and knock away opponents.

Léger: A large and round shield, which can deflect any attack excluding LightBeam's magical weaknesses. It is also a strong melee weapon, and can knock opponents away with ease. In emergencies, it can also be thrown like a "Frisbee" to hurt and/or knock away opponents. This shield is made out of the same material as Allumer, which makes it able to use several kinds of Light spells (but mostly blinding kinds).

Camoufle: A long bow, made of the finest and strongest yew wood, which is also indestructible. It is very sharp at both ends, so it can be an emergency melee weapon, and can also block some attacks. Camoufle is capable of shooting long distances with arrows made of Light energy, which Faible has an almost unlimited amount of.

Clair: A long rod, which can shoot beams of Light at enemies to knock them back, blind them, or dispel their spells. It is a foot taller than Faible himself, and is also a good melee weapon. Clair is made of Light Wood, from a rare tree hidden in a place in Paris.

Abilities: Faible is able to manipulate the Light in the lands to slowly heal himself, blind opponents, block attacks, teleport himself a ways, increase his speed, and aid himself and allies in many ways. Faible is always learning, so you can never know what to expect from him. He is crafty and very bright, so he will sometimes imitate his foe's attacks but with the power of the light.

Bio: Throughout the time Melas, the Light, has spent in the Omniverse, he has been haunted by one thing: Salem, the Darkness. For however long the great galaxies have been around, Light and Darkness have fought for dominance, for control over the huddled masses that were planets. Trillions of creatures and beings and spirit and planets, and even the Omniverse, were destroyed in the outcome. Even subconsciously, instinctively, and even mentally they were fighting, never a break. The basic Good and Evil started then, spirits and beings sided with the Light and Darkness, and became Angels and Demons.

The Light always wanted to do good things, and sent out the angels to create Life and aid the animals of the endless forests in the Omniverse. Diseases were cured; the more intelligent creatures that came to rise lived in the thousands. They made a great utopia of Light, while the angels watched over it, protecting it from the forces of Darkness. And as the humans came into the second life, of Heaven, they became great angels, to watch over the Utopia, which came to be known as Bonheur, the Happiness. But, the utopia slowly turned into a bustling city, and the creatures expanded throughout the lands of Earth. The utopia was now Paris, in the human country of France.

The Darkness had its own "utopia" of sorts, for the Eirien, a strange race on the hot planet of Venus. They created temples for the Darkness, and the demons watched over them carefully. But they learned the ways of the machine, and made cloaking devices to hide from the Light and any humans that would come. They also used the Darkness to save them from the terrible heat of Sol, the Sun of the Milky Way, which was under the power of the Light.

The Darkness created a huge Demonic army to wipe out mankind on the planet of Earth, and he sent them out. All seemed to be going well, until the great power of the atmosphere destroyed them all. The angels had sacrificed themselves to protect the people of Earth. Now, both Angels and Demons stayed in their separate realms, away from the planets, in Heaven and Hell.

Many religions came into being on Earth, talking about a mysterious creator who wielded Light and was honored by the people. Rumor of an ancient utopia in the Middle East came, but the French all knew that it was in Paris where the true utopia was found. Everything of it was demolished, but one single white yew tree of Light Wood, which grew to be five feet tall. It was in a beautiful garden, where people came to worship the Light and the gift of the yew tree.

But, one day, it was taken. Taken from the garden. Screams and cries and saddened dreams came from the people of France, and they looked to their newly appointed King, Charles the Third. He promised peace and spreading of their religion throughout Europe, but it was all, in fact, a lie. He sent out his guards to take the tree, and put it in his secret chambers, where he worshipped it himself. He himself thought he was the only worthy one, so he told the people he would take swift action against the thief. He would put a small cut on his wrist, every day he came to worship the tree, until the people quieted down.

But, in fact, they stormed through the gates of the palace, demanding the tree, demanding action of the Royal Army. And the King came forth, promising, but he started to bleed, from his wrists. The people watched as his hands sprung forth from his arms, onto the ground, and he covered them, in pain. He ran to the tree, for healing, and the people chased him. The guards protected him, and all seemed lost for the people. But, a champion of light came forth, known only as Melas, and used a great sword to knock back the guards, and killed the evil tyrant King Charles the Third. He solely uprooted the tree and replanted it in the Paris Garden, never to be seen again in France.

The champion was seen yet again, on Venus, to stop the cultists, but was, unfortunately, killed by David Salem himself. The Darkness and Light met again to battle forth, but in the form of creatures. But, the Light shined forth from the people, to stop the Darkness, but sadly destroyed the planet of Venus. People heard of the man's heroics and made a statue of him, the great one, known as Faible Melas, champion and savior of the Light.

Theme Song: Here comes the Sun King by The Beatles

[Zetsumi]

I'll take your challenge. Expect a bio within 24 hours.

[Ragione]

Well, Zetsumi, it is an honor. Now I can't possibly expect to win xD.

Anyways, I hope we have a good battle, and don't expect me to give up easily.

[Zetsumi]

Name: Zetsumi, the Grace of Death

Gender: Male

Age: Ageless

Appearance: Despite his many, many hosts, the Grace of Death always warps his shell's features to match those of a previous host, as a mark of respect. Each host features long, silver hair, and glowing silver eyes, that burn red in turn with an emergence of the Monarch virus. His skin is pale, cracked, and dried, like that of a corpse. He tends to wear ornate robes and armours, all in black.

Race: Ephemeral

Home World: None

Personality: Cold, descercive, and mocking, Zetsumi is superior to all, and not afraid to let it show.

Element: Darkness, in it's pure and refined pure forms.

Weapon:
Greiverblade
A large, ornate runeblade that cuts the soul of an enemy.

Etching sword
A long, thin blade used for surgical cuts.

Shame
A small dagger, decorated much like the Greiverblade, often used to shame weak opponents.

Abilities:
Zetsumi posses three main catagories of ability. The first is his necromanical skill, the ability to ressurect and control corpses. The second, his Umbra based techniques, that allow instantaneous movement, and last of all, his newly-accquired Monarch infestation.

Bio: It started, with but a feeling. An emotion.

To the collective of negative energy, a source of regulation was needed. That source was an ephemeral spirit that would one day become known as Zetsumi.

In it's early life, it wandered aimlessly, possesing hapless beings, and growing in power. Eventually, it took on the host Lei, an asian martial-artist, and thus discovered it's true name. Lei resisted admirably, and as a mark of respect, Zetsumi assumed his likeness.

Developing in power, he began to fixate his sights on a goal: Destruction. To wreack as much havoc as he could. Through the course of this, two doppelgangers of him were created.

Masquerade, the mask Zetsumi discarded upon assuming Lei's likeness, developed into a sentient being due to the residual power it retained. Kagami, a twisted reflection of Zetsumi, folloed a similar goal until it's eventual destruction at the hands of Valyon Lightstar...though, as the omniverse may someday learn, this destruction only brought Kagami to greater power.

In time, Zetsumi took on the powers of these two in addition to his own, and hatched a plot to make him the most powerful being alive. At the time, a viral disease known as the Butterfly Virus swept the omniverse. Zetsumi willingly welcomed it into him, letting it begin to transform him, and renaming the strain exposed to his DNA the 'Monarch' virus.

However, the cocoon he assumed was torn open before his mutation was complete, and he was left half-formed and vunerable. Quickly recovering, he began to seek the DNA chains required to complete his evolution...and succeded. Though, this caused a full-human appearance, as adverse to the full-monarch he should have become through his original transformation

Theme Song: Path - Apocalyptica

[Ragione]

OCC: Well, here we go. The arena will be simply a large slab of rock, devoid of life, as far as the eye can see. There is nothing really special about it, though it does allow quite a lot of space for attacks and other things.

IC:
Oh, the ways of death. There is no place where it cannot go. It roams throughout these lands. Even this desolate rock has felt the icy grip of it. But, there are two sides to every coin. More life comes after death, and death allows more life. Death may be a horrible thing to some, but such is the ways of life. Will I find it here? It seems to be close.

Faible could not erase the thoughts from his mind. The aura of death seemed awfully close to him. Even going against the power of David and Guida, could not possibly match something such as this. Both the aura of death and darkness proceeded this, intertwined in a way unseen by him before. It seemed to be coming from all sides. It almost drove him mad.

Zetsumi... I know that name.

As do I, Melas Opposite.

A battle incomplete... a fool I was... and a fool my ally was...

Before the monarch, before the transformation. A necromancer.

Light, guide me!

Faible dismissed the Darkness from his mind, and brought forth LightBeam. It came forth from the Sun, shining brightly, towards Faible, ready to destroy whatever enemies Faible had to encounter. Faible held in firmly in his hands, and quickly crafted out Clair, his powerful staff. It shined with its usual flare, but today, it seemed to be determined to block out the Darkness it sensed. Faible was ready to bring forth the power of the Light.

I sense something... an even more powerful Darkness... chaos...

Umbra...

[Zetsumi]

Tendrils of smoke rose slowly from the surface of the rock, twisting and turning like tentacles, like living things. The smoke dived and rose, rolled and spun...and flowed into one, directly before Faible.

When it cleared, a single item was left lying on the ground before him. A mask. It was white for the most part, with slits for eyes, and seemed the moniker of a grinning psychotic. Some would recognise it as the mask Zetsumi had worn years before, discarded, yet absorbant of his power. To put this mask on would mean gaining the powers of Zetsumi himself, abeit an earlier form. To wear this mask would grant the user the ability to defeat the Monarch.

"Tempting, isn't it?" a cold voice echoed from behind Faible. There he stood, or, more to the point, leant against a protruding stone, a small glass held in his hand. A bottle drooped from his belt, half hidden by his cloak, and he drew it around himself as he took a sip from the glass he held. Wine.

"Tell me, Faible, are you a drinking man? You can tell a lot about a person by what they drink. I, for example..." he notated, taking another sip. Pausing for a second to swallow, he continued:

"...Hate this crud. The finest wine in existance, and it tastes like dirt."

Letting the glass fall, he removed the bottle from his waist and tossed it to Faible.

"Here. Perhaps you'll appreciate it more then I. As for myself...I prefer a simply Vodka."

Drawing a flask from his robes, he drank deeply, before letting it, too, fall. Even before it hit the ground, his eyes had dilated to red slits. You see, Alchohol had a rather interesting effect on Monarch DNA. In essence, it caused convulsions throughout the body, snapping the muscles back and forth. This, in turn allowed the speed Zetsumi planned to utalise.

In an instant, despite the lack of the telltale signs of an Umbra technique, he was behind Faible. He'd moved faster then the eye could see.

"What's your poison, Faible?" He asked, hissing the words out, savouring the memories of their last battle. While he'd lacked the skill to destroy him then, the young man had obviously come a long way.

This might actually get interesting.

[Ragione]

Faible stood still, as if ignoring the mask that laid before him. But suddenly, with a flash from Clair, a bright orb made of Light had engulfed the mask, raising it up to eye level with him. The mask looked like it would be a perfect fit on his face. It was so tempting... the power emitting from it. He could sense it vibrating throughout his body. It was unbearable for him.

Suddenly, something took control of him. It forced Faible to lash out at the mask, attempting to grab it. Fortunately, Faible was able to regain control and ensure he didn't touch the mask.

But it's sooooo tempting... why not take it? Fool... if I was in your position, I would become the new Lord of Death. I could wipe out existance as we know it! Your weak spirit prevents you from gaining anything in this Omniverse.

Silence, Guida. You should know that, that mask is not pure power. He plans to take him over that way. AND I WILL NOT HAVE IT!

Get... out of my head... now...

Faible finally came back to his senses, and looked at Zetsumi, a purposeful look in his eye. He forced the orb holding the mask over to him, and deactivated it, right above the Monarch's hands.

"You can keep your power. I'd rather not face eternal damnation just yet."

But I would be oh so willing. For I am already closer than most to it.

Out of Faible's body, Guida, his second and poisonous opposite, appeared. It caused the Lightbringer to cringe and almost collapse. All he could do was watch as the ghost spoke to Zetsumi.

"You see, Zetsumi, I would be more than glad to take the mask from your possession. Together, we can cause death and despair throughout this Omniverse!"

Another being quickly came out of Faible. It was his dark opposite, David.

"Hmph, Zetsumi. You yourself should know that beings like Faible cannot be teared from their alliances. He remains to the Light, throughout eternity. It is almost another form of damnation, though he refuses to believe it. I am loyal to the Darkness, and serve in another form. But, I believe I can make great use of this mask, umbra wielder. Surrender it to me, and I shall guarantee the full power of the Darkness on your side. Become one with Darkness again!"


In one moment, both the illusions of Guida and David raised their hands, and pressed them against the mask. Instantly, they were both destroyed, and Faible's memories were put back into his spirit. He regained his consciousness, and looked towards Zetsumi. Only, he was not in that same spot anymore. He had sped along beside him, probably to get ready for an attack.

"So you have seen my poison, Death Lord. Now what will you do with it?"

Faible noticed the wine bottle that Zetsumi had thrown to him. He caught it with a beam of wine, and observed it.

"The finest wine in existance? You have obviously not been to France. Even I can make something better than this."

With a motion of his hand, the bottle flew off into the distance, only to shatter onto the ground a few moments later, its alchoholic liquid seeping out of existance. Faible was not interested in that now, and was more focused on the monarch, Zetsumi. He flowed energy into Clair, and charged up his first attack. Within a millisecond, it had gained enough power. It released the Light energy, into an extremely bright flare, meaning to blind Zetsumi. It repeated over and over, like an extremely bright and large area-effecting camera flash, but seeping with Light energy.

"Even one such as you cannot protect yourself against the power of the Light."

[Ragione]

This is simply a bump to signify that I finished my post. Go ahead and reply, Zetsumi. And a mod may delete this.

[Ragione]

Sorry to TRIPLE post, but Zetsumi, could you reply soon? It's been awhile.

[Ragione]

Sigh... it's obvious that you're either avoiding this battle, forgotten about it, or just putting it off because of the "lack of time". Well, Zets, I respect you as a great rper, but I'm afraid that I'll have to stop this battle and declare draw due to the fact that it's been about two weeks or so since you've posted...

Edit: Fine, I unclose. But you better post by today.

[Zetsumi]

(Told you I'd post...eventually)

A flash blinded Zetsumi...for a second, before a second pair of eyelids, slightly transparent, slid down over his eyes. Once again, he found that the infestation of an alien virus forming a symbiotic relationship with his body was...well, Symbiotic

In a second, he was again behind Faible, and his arm snapped around the younger man's head, spinning him around, before his hand drove into his chest. Even before he withdrew it, a wave of darkness surged from his flesh...Umbra, forming an insubstansial drill-like shape, which corkscrewed into Faible's body, repeating the damage from Zetsumi's punch over and over again.

Flipping backwards, the Necromancer let a grin slip across his face, as the same darkness that had drilled into Faible's body reformed before him, into the shape of a wall, a preventative for a direct counterattack.

[Ragione]

OCC: Took you long enough. =-P

"I see that this 'Monarch virus' comes with advantages for you. But the cost is far too great, in my opinion."

It appeared that Zetsumi was trying to catch Faible off guard by quickly ramming him with this dark "umbra energy". That would not do at all. For Zetsumi did not realize that Faible was quite experienced with the power of the Light. Faible took the first punch, for he could take it, but when the umbra came through, he conjured Light energy, which formed a shield at his entire chest, driving the umbra back. Normally, the dark power would have been reflected back, but the monarch managed to retake the energy to form a protective wall.

Also flipping backwards, Faible managed to create a distance between him and Zetsumi, for his next attack. He brought out Camoufle, his longbow, from LightBeam, and quickly shot five arrrows which went over the umbra wall, raining down on Zetsumi. Faible was not quite sure if this would work, but he was going to try it. Thinking quickly, he brought forth Allumer, his mighty sword, and awaited his enemy's move.

[Zetsumi]

The arrows exploded in bursts of darkness before they had even a chance to touch Zetsumi, and he grinned. Enemies often underestimated one of his oldest tricks...teleporting their ranged projectiles whilst maintaining the original velocity.

Five bursts of darkness appeared above Faible, and his own arrows rained down upon him.

Letting the Umbra Wall collapse, he drew the gaseous mater back towards him. It began to collect in his hand, forming itself as it did, into a long, black spike, with an indentation for a handgrip. In essance, the Umbra had formed itself into a lance-shaped sword.

Of course, then there's that factor that Umbra can be reformed at the whim of it's user.

With a single slash, Zetsumi extended the Umbralance like a whip, driving it directly fowards at Faible's midsection.

[Ragione]

Faible almost smiled at Zetsumi's trickery. It appeared that he would have to come up close in order to do some damage. Projectiles would have little to no affect against this monarch, unless he was somehow distracted or weakened. But, it was a bit foolish of his foe to think that Faible would be harmed by his own Light energy arrows. As they rained down upon him, he summoned the Light energy back to him, causing the arrows to fly directly at him. He absorbed them as soon as they touched his aura, and gained a bit of his power back, however miniscule it was.

Faible watched, for at first Zetsumi seemed to form a long black spikey lance from the umbra energy, but then quickly extended it and whipped it towards him. Reacting to this quickly, he transformed LightBeam into Léger, his strong shield, and prepared to block the umbra weapon. But, with a little help from the Light energy, it used the shield as a surface, bouncing off and completely reflecting the lance. He was out of that danger now, at least. He prepared for his next attack.

Faible immediately transformed LightBeam back into Allumer, and summoned the speed of the Light. He ran at its speed, going behind Zetsumi, and quickly slashed his backside four times, in a combo. He sped a bit backwards, to avoid a close counterattack, and awaited his enemy's reaction. To avoid a deep draining of energy, he let himself calm so he was no longer going at Light speed, so he could recover, but was still prepared for what Zetsumi would do next. Going so fast for a long period of time would quickly tire out his body, and he didn't want that.

[Zetsumi]

Zetsumi simply started laughin as the wounds on his back closed up, as if they'd never been there in the first place. He simply stood there, laughing, and didn't make a move to counterattack Faible. He even let his lance fall to the ground, and it burst into smoke and dissapeared.

"It isn't what I'll do next that you should be worried about, Faible..." he stated, inclining his head to look back over his shoulder. This cryptic clue alone should have set fear into Faible's heart...along with what was already there.

"Those arrows you just absorbed...I tainted them with the Monarch Virus. It's not unholy or evil, simply a living creature, so your light energy will help it to grow faster. In essence, every time you use light, from now on, you bring your body more under the stranglehold of the infection, and, thus, more under my control."

Grinning, he threw his head back and laughed.

"You'll make an excellent minion, Faible!"