An Intricate Extemporaneous Altercation- Myself versus Yondaime.

[Antlion]

Forgive any crappy spelling in this post, I am typing with one arm because I had bloodwork done in the left. It hurts like hell, I hate shots. ._.



With Yondaime's unfortunate departure due to issues to confront in the real world, I felt a bit bad. His first Roleplaying match was a battle royal which I was in. I carelessly treated him as a noob, and attempted to dispose of him mockingly. But I saw him improving, but could not very much approve due to his associations with kikyo and the like. Now, I took a look at his Naruto rp. I saw his first few posts, as KHpr0n...and the posts he made on the last page. I don't know what motivated him, but he improved tenfold, atleast. He may not have considered me his idol, but we do have a bit of a history. Our first match was a melee fight, and I have coaxed him back to do one more melee fight with me for old times sake.



I am going to need three abled judges that will watch out for god modding and power plyaing (common in melee fights) and another bandaid. No, seriously, I am still bleeding.



Judges- Darkness 2 Light ~ Blahmaster ~ Wolfy ~ Mitsukai




I made a new character who still has MUCH work to do, including appearance, bio, and powers, but for this fight I will bring his unfinished bio showing most of the basic facts along with a list of weapons. I know I said I was leaving for a while, but I never did have a good farewell until I arrived back in Winter. No, I am not going to take down someone like LoC as my "ultimate clash", this is going to be fun and benefit the both of us.


Good luck to you, Yondaime. I will get my template once you have replied and are ready.



Diayates bio- Unfinished as of 11/10, 1:00 pm EST

Name: Diayate Allelite (Die-Ah-Tay Ale-lite)

Diayate also goes by “Animosity’s Anti Hero” with which he strangely enough treats animosity as a being or God. This may derive from his harsh life of enmity, having to bare the constant quarrels of everyone around him. Unfortunately, the minute compilation containing facts about Diayate and his life lead to no useful information towards this fact, so no one can be sure.



Age: 624 years of age.

This number was estimated from the time he spent on Earth, along with his time on Edalia, two worlds in different Multiverses that have entirely different time structures that would classify as a “year”. Due to an incident that occurred during this travel, it has been speculated, yet not confirmed, that he became immortal, no longer a subject of time.



Home World: Edalia.

Diayate was born on Edalia, and was automatically subjected to their customs. After he grew older, he ended up traveling to Earth, creating a strange “time lapse” to an extent. Once again, the details of this could not be confirmed by anyone but Diayate himself. Perhaps not even Diayate knows how his structure changed so abnormally.


Race: Edalian

Due to the time spent in two different Multiverses, he became almost similar to a crossbreed of Human and Edalian. They possessed similar traits to begin with, but time moved faster on Edalia. It was almost as if just stepping foot on Earth changed him in a way.



Personality: Diayate is quiet, for the most part. His true feelings and intentions are shadowed by who he wants himself to be. With his immense power, you would assume he could become anything he wanted to become, but even he, an enigma of time, can’t turn time back. In reality, he doesn’t want to be anything...but in an attempt to rid himself of his troubles, he becomes exactly the opposite. Diayate has turned himself into a living paradox full of rage.



Appearance:

Diayate is slightly pale, constantly wearing an indifferent expression on his face, one lacking interest. His hair is a deep tone of green. It is medium length, and it parts on the left side, leaving a long narrow bang across his right eye. His eyes are hazel, and relatively small in contrast to his head size. He wears light, blue dragonskin armor, enough to reflect the basic arrows and the like. Under this is a button up collar jacket holding several projectiles. His pants are basic black slacks, tight around his ankles to give more room for the armor.

[Hip-Hop]

Don't know if you'll allow me to judge this match or not but I will be watching, preparing for the day I take You and Breakdown at the same time. IF you'll allow it, Judge spot pl0x

[Ragione]

Hmmmm... this may actually prove difficult for both of you. Of course I will judge.

[Hallelujah]

Heh, as always I never stray from a challenge. So this may very well indeed be my final challenge for a while now. Best i go out fighting to my fullest potential, i learned alot about bare weapon based combat in combination with naruto, I'm a narutard to the end so it seems xD. As always, I fight with eagerness and keeping my cockiness to a minimum by not underestimating my opponent. Ready and willing to take you on FA.

Perhaps the final time but, Templates Win Hard!

Name: Raikiri Tsukaise

Age: 27 (557 in Neolyte's time)

Gender: Male

Race: Neolyte/Human/Aeronian/ 2 trace amounts of unknowns

Title: Surging Raikiri

Appearance: Rising to a stature of about six foot three, his facial features are rather strong. His eyes are a dim shade of scarlet and skin tone being tan. He possess hair of a sandy blonde eloquence as it spikes upward slightly, but the rest is downward touching his shoulders as its held together on its own. Both his eyes revert from their true lust and can convert to the Rokiragan eye, but its often seldom used as he relies on his own abilites. Wearing a combat based attire, a steel enforced jacket. Made with strong material that can withstand a momentus force and created to be light-weight. Its primitive from the 15th century sense, but it works as his pants are plated with the same material only on the inside and not made visible to the human eyes.

Personality: An initiative man that takes it upon himself to figure things out for himself. He takes the fact that he is one-fifth human seriously since thats the part of him with a weakness reguarding emotion. Often Raikiri is a kind hearted fellow, yet a flipside to that coin he can be cold blooded and merciless. He often scans his opponents with his enchanced eyes before and after a battle to test his capabilites against them before and after hand. Regularly he feels the need to fight is useless for entertainment purposes so he only associates himself in combat when it comes to a challenge issued to himself.

Bio: Raised on the holy grounds of his homeland Neolyte, Raikiri was in truth one of the more poorly skilled warriors. He was merely a newborn that had came and they measured his strength as an infant. If it passed the proficient requirements he would be considered something, however he wasn't fortunate to this as he was far below the requirements. He was refferred to by the higher ups of his society as an insignificant entity that was vaguely a disappointment. The only child that possesed two other undefined blood types at that. As he grew, so did his intelligence that would gradually make up for lack in brute force.

The years began to progress and he sought out an education from the learning establishment of his race. The others would see his scarlet eyes as a sign of how different he was. The rest of them had silver showing that they were of adequate strength. The neolytes even at a young age were measured in power, so the students would mock the fact that he was weaker or so it appeared. He progressed academically and tried to crack the unknown races that made up two fifths of his person. Upon his studies he came across his Rokiragan eyes that he had been blessed with. The history books contained nothing on his discovery so trial by fire was the only way to analyze his gift. He soon gained confidence to in his ability and confronted the students, his eyes flooded with a lime green insentive, while white increments in the shape of four knives formed around his pupils. He could scan the power level of his opponent and not only that, but adapt to their movement. Whenever he seemed to have a disadvantage when the brutes would jump him, he would evade confrontation by using his Rokiragan eyes.

He soon became an upstanding youngman in the Neolyte age of 320. Still unworthy by his superiors they wouldn't give him the chance to prove his worth seeing as he was weak no matter what his unknown strengths were. He sighed, their race was on the brink of war with their main rivals of the neighboring planet. Seeing no possible need to help them, Raikiri turned his back and wandered into the unknown reaches of the galaxy were he soon found a tranquil abode. His people were no doubt destroyed, but it couldn't be helped. He remembers their sacrafice wasn't to be in vein, so he wished for their safety every night for the next few centuries. Who really knows if they still are in existence, but he couldn't mope for the loss of his people forever. He spent long hours training within that period of time and began to enjoy his peace...while it lasted.

(This Bio is incomplete >.<)

[Nexus of Thought]

And this is why I never role-play here.

[Jack London]

I'll judge this fight, if you don't mind, FA.

Originally Posted by Nexus of Thought

And this is why I never role-play here.

-sigh- The legendary spammer is back.

[Antlion]

Originally Posted by Nexus of Thought

And this is why I never role-play here.

What about this makes you not want to Roleplay here? I'm sure we will survive without you. We will try.



Right, gotta finish appearance and a brief little weapon section and we can begin. Glad to see you accepted. D2l, rofl...me and Breakdown? Well, everyone can have a goal. I guess you can judge, but do not be biased.

[Mitsukai]

I'll snatch up the last judge position, if you don't mind. ^_^

[Antlion]

Feh, i don't need max three, so sure, it is yours ^_^


I will post later =D He is still a bit undeveloped, but all you need to know is his weapons.




Righto, time for post. Not very long cause I am busy, but not much to say....and writers block. Half of the reason I took a break anyway.


Arena: An abandoned gladiator arena. Years and years ago, battles took place here for the amusement of the hierchy. Now it is barren and abandoned, but still utilized by few with it's far share of excitement. Weapons line the walls of it's oval shape, among other explosives.

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Swish, swosh.

The wind roared so violently. On the coming of this day, Diayate broke out of his protective shell and marched onto the battlefield for the first of many times. It seemed almost as if he had been there before. Remarking upon this strange revelation, he looked at the weapons scattered around him. Nearing the top left corner adjacent to several rows of seating, something caught his eye. It was a beautiful blade, seemingly unaffected by the improper treatment it suffered from being utilized in the arena and thrown right back afterwards.

Around it's brown hilt was swirling ruby designs branching off, floating around the base as if they had no purpose to aid the blade and were just roaming free. The top was a beautiful deep tone of sapphire, almost as if it was recently polished. In the center of the blade was an abstract design, with gaps filled in with more ruby. The bottom of the handle branched out further then most did, and had a rounded bottom for more comfort when it was held.

Diayate grabbed this blade with a smirking countenance. Who would he see here today? Would they fancy a clash of weapons...a duel? Albeit, most warriors he knew carried unorthodox weapons like sickles or battle axes, Diayate was not at all ashamed of being a master of swordplay. He patiently waited for whatever the Gods would send to him today, the wind brushing past his hair as he sank into thought.

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[Antlion]

What bump? Yes.


._.

[Hallelujah]

Ooc: Sorry i sorta get sidetracked.

Silence echoed across the field like that of a distorted memory. The desolate field where countless before one stood and fought boldy. The iron blood of fallen fighters came and gathered all in this one area, the sight was a feat of unimaginable proportions. Scattered like clusters of random thoughts, weapons of all kinds are everywhere. Stained with blood from previous battles its enough to rattle an unfocused mind. The field was already graced with the presence with that of another guest whom had taken a liking to the fruits of its devastation.

Like an inevitable omen, death ends the life of even the most powerful of combatants

Footsteps began to approach past the massive steel gate nearly rusted over completely. A figure wearing light armor over his clothing and undetcable under it strolled to the out reaches of the gate. His eyes were shut for the given moment as he was going on instinct by the sounds of the wind blowing and the weapons ruffling beneath his feet. He stopped sensing body heat nearby with a heightened sixth sense. His eyes slowly opened to reveal the protruding shade of scarlet that flashed as they opened. He looked around and his eyes the focused on his opponent whom had possesed the weapon of his choosing. Combat was surely going to follow so it was neccessary to find a fitting tool in which to do battle.

Eyes of this new figure scanned the area for a suitable weapon. They stopped abruptly and came a across a crimson chain and dagger. Undoubtably that way from being encased in dry blood, this brought some satisfaction to his eyes. He swung it through his hands to test its capability and it was surely enough fitting for him to weild. Reaching to his sides, he took out small parchments of paper and pricked his finger. He began to craft symbols with his own blood, known to be special made paper bombs as a classic neolyte trick. They were then put away on the confines of his torso and he spoke for the first time since entering.

"Might I ask whom you are? Though its courteous i introduce myself first, I am Raikiri and my last name isn't of any relavence as of now."

[Antlion]

Dont worry, when we start fighting it will pick up the pace =P

Once you let fatalism control your life...

You shed any doubt you were ever subject to it.

You can not break free. It is a one day door.

Diayate broke out of his mesmerization and looked up to see he was joined by another life form. He smirked, and grabbed his blade in a crouching battle stance. It was truely a marvelous site; two warriors equipped for a duel to the death. Not to mention with gallant bravery with no concern for the aftermath. As his blade created a beautiful display as the sun hit it from several angles, Diayate began to chuckle silently. He certainly had his moments of awkwardness when he was engaging in conversation with himself.

"I am...Diayate Allelite. Are you here to talk, or can I taste blood again today?"

Other then the massive volume he spoke this sentence at, it seemed almost as if he was muttering to himself. Diayate was never a good speaker, and was quite antisocial. Without waiting for an answer, the Anti Hero charged foward and made an impressive leap upwards into the air. He did a front flip and landed with his blade curved, at an angle precise to the degree where he could decapitate Raikiri. The name was vaguely familiar, and it sounded like some type of jutsu practiced by shinobi who lived in a world of elemental possibilities. Diayate did much studying in his time of exile.

[Hallelujah]

Seems volume wasn't the strongest instinct of Diayate. His actions of course were the what spoke for him. Taking the moment as he dispersed with his comment, Raikiri sighed once and gripped his chain. The blade at the end had been attached with his special paper parchment which he had already pre set. Swinging it in front of him counter clockwise he had begun to notice Daiyate's motion towards him. Adjusting on point to his foe's motion off by 2 seconds, the blood stain chain's target was the blade Daiyate was weilding. Crooked at a specified arc it was to wrap around the said sword.

Instead of wrapping around the blade, the moderately sized dagger at the end of the chain carrying the paper bomb collided with Daiyate's blade. Raikiri's right leg moved in front positioning his body in a classic taichi style. Feeling the vibration from the chain, Raikiri whipped it back sending an even greater recoil to paper bomb and it was thus set off. Sparks emerged from the paper bomb and it conducted polarity and traveled back down the chain to Raikiri's chain and also that of Daiyate's. At first glance this would appear to be reckless for casualties to both combatants, however Raikiri came prepared. He simply dropped the chain the at the moment the paper bomb was set off.

Interesting to see how you evade?

[Antlion]

So, instead of exploding, it made some type of electric thing from the conductors? Interesting. This may seem like "going back in time" in this post but we should make this a TAD bit more challenging, eh?
And it is Diayate, not Daiyate ^_^
Get ready to turn on "uber" mode.
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As Diayate swiftly realized this would not be a one hit kill, he withdrew his blade slightly, yet still at a curved angle. Raikiri was obviously very skilled, and was prepared to say the least. Diayate got big-eyed as he stared at the slip of paper. No idiot would grab a totally harmless slip of paper in a clash of blades, so it of course had to be an explosive tag. This one seemed very unique, though. It felt as if he was moving in slow motion, taking into account the myriad of thoughts marching through his mind.

It pained him to destory such beauty, but a fool knew when to withdraw from an attack. The minute the tag began acting up, he dropped the blade. It was almost a type of air freeze, and with the fast paced attack, Raikiri probably thought Diayate was at the other side of the blade, ready to meet his demise. It was way to early for such...such shame. The blade was a bit shaken as Diayate looked at it, and his angled fall led him to land two feet away from Raikiri.

He smirked, and took no time to hesitate as he launched backwards again, almost as if rewinding without the blade. As he landed and broke into a sprint, he tried to see if Raikiri was trailing him. Within the same motion, he groped outwards towards the northwestern corner, and picked up another weapon. Diayate laughed maniacly as he realized what he was holding in his hands, and the capabilities of it in all totality. He turned, and waited for Raikiri to gesture towards him this time, where he would be scared out of his skin realizing Diayates potential, even without magicks.

[Hallelujah]

I hope thats not another Polearm <_< I have bad memories of that weapon.

You'll love this next one =D.
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To his dismay, Raikiri wasn't expecting Daiyate to drop such a vorpal blade. Surely enough the attack was avoided effortlessly on both their parts. Not to mention it was merely the start of a time consuming brawl. As the blade fell, Raikiri took a minor leap south east as it stood up in the ground. He glanced at it for a moment as the charge released from his paper bomb subsided finally and its chain touched some weapons in that area. His eyes then diverted to see Daiyate repel in the opposite direction from wence he started. Turning his attention to the south east wall, he found the classic shinobi throwing tools also accompanied by the classic pole forged from nominal steel.

He took interest in the dagger based weaponry. He took a liking to them as he removed a series of them wall along with the steel pole. He learned much from these as his weapon skills improved over the years hence why his style was unique. He turned his head back nintey degrees to see that Daiyate had taken another weapons well into his possession what it was from the distance he couldn't identify it. As his opponent made the first motion, it was more likely that he should strike come a second time around.

Leaping off the ground and into the air backwards pivoting his body one-hundred and eighty degrees he stood merely fifty yards from Daiyate, pending if he moved from his current location or not. He stood for a brief moment depicting his distance manuever to be executed shortly. As it came to him, he reached for four of the throwing tools, only two were equiped with wire. Spinning the two in his hand he jabbed them loosely into the ground for easy removal. He cross his arms with the remaining two as he crouched down on on knee. Without a word he launched the two towards Daiyate, predetermining an evasion or block. Upon releasing the two of them from his grasp he rolled backward and lightly tugged on the nearly invisible wire and tools moved. He then awaited Daiyate's response to his distance assualt.