Challenge to Mac II

[Lord of Chaos]

Yes... once in awhile I find someone that just really needs to be put in their spot. I've found that person again. Just to keep him from whining too, I'm challenging him to a Melee fight. Let's get this going.


RP Battle-Plate:

Type: Melee -- No powers. Weapons and armors may be made of magical materials (such as dragons) but nothing too crazy.

Battlegrounds: A butte raised approximately 200 yards above average ground level. The butte is approximately 200 yards across. It is a sunny, windless, cloudless day. The sun is approximately just over the horizon, so the time (depending on where you live) is around... well we'll just say evening, before the sun sets.


Rules:

Well Mac II seems to think himself a "big boy" so I should expect he knows the rules? If not I'll inform him.

Specifications:

1. We will both post 8 posts, not including our introductions.

2. Afterwards, 3 judges shall be asked to make a decision. Grammar and spelling aren't exactly supposed to be golden in this fight, but let's keep it legible and understandable.

3. Each participant shall have 72 hours to post with their reply. If you cannot make it in this time... well, just send a pm or an OOC-specified post on this thread.

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Name: Malum Incantum -- Malum Ex Deus

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y21..._polestar1.jpg

Personality: Malum doesn't speak 98% of the time. The only time he does speak, is to say something to his allies or warn them. He's very intelligent, and has faster thinking reflexes then even your Dra'gion Demons. A calm and cold person, who tries to remain indifferent of things.

Bio: Malum is known as the silent warrior While his childhood is cloudy, it is known of his history since he was around ten years of age. It was this time that it was found that he, even at such a young age, possessed terrible strong talent with weapons and hand-to-hand combat. This could be attributed to the unknown childhood, or the fact that he had to fend himself on the streets as a young child.

Only a year later he was taken in by an older man, known as Haiko. Haiko was a demon, or at least, partial demon. Though on the world they currently existed, Haiko was unknown, truth be told, he was infamous throughout the Omniverse for being highly skilled in battle and being able to hold his own against those who should be far superior to him, such as Valyon Lightstar, or Kairon Takamarrei. Haiko had pity for the boy, and decided to teach him what he knew.

For the next four years, Malum was faced daily with the rigorous chores of learning hand-to-hand combat. Haiko taught him the basics of every fighting style he had learned, and then extra on some others. He told Malum that he was better off to hone and update his skills through his own practice and free time, what little he had. It was when he was fifteen that he was subjected to weapons training, and what weapon he would be best with.

He found it quite easily. He found the polestar -- a type of scythe. Malum found that this weapon seemed to become a part of him when he used it, and that it felt natural to weild it. This was what told Haiko that he had something special in this child. It was these... innate abilities that founded Malum into his weapons practice, training with, and against, Haiko, who also weilded a scythe, but it was an Epsilon style.

For the next several years, until he was twenty-one, Malum continued his training daily. He found out about his own skills and abilities, and honed them in as well. Malum was by no means a normal human, or anything of the such. The thing was, he couldn't quite remember where he came from, his childhood was very traumatic, and he just remembered popping up on the streets one day. Things before then were a blur. In any case, his abilities were like no other, and in a sense... it made Haiko wonder, and a little paranoid.

It was then that came his big day. Malum had to best Haiko in hand-to-hand, and weapon's combat, in order to be able to leave on his own. There were three trials that he faced; hand-to-hand, long range weaponry, and short range weaponry combat. Malum barely won in the hand-to-hand against Haiko, who particularly decided not to use his full strenght on him him at the moment. Long range weaponry Malum also bashed Haiko in, splitting targets with shurikens and arrows.

It was close-range combat that would be a very traumatic process for Malum. Haiko decided it was time to go all out, and went from his human appearance, to his full-fledged, four-winged demon form. Malum was at first in a bit of a tight situation, fearing his master, but it was through perseverance that he finally managed to match up to Haiko. It was then that he was given a choice, in the midst of battle. Haiko finally started to do something that Malum never expected.

Kill him.

"Malum, you must kill me. You will find, that throughout life, you don't get an option when it comes to living or dying. You must kill or be killed. So, that choice is yours. Kill me, or die."

Malum, finding Haiko as the only thing remotely-resembling family in his life, had no wish to kill this father figure. He fought him, and tried to find other ways, but Haiko was determined to make him meet his ends, or find his own end. After a few more intense hours of battling, the outcome was decided. In a final short-term conflict, Malum found his scythe impaling Haiko, right through the torso. Malum was shaken up, but found that Haiko was happy about dying. Malum gave a small smile, before he finally left, letting his master "die". Little did he know that Haiko couldn't die by normal means...

Since then, Malum has been wandering the Omniverse, looking for his next battle. Fighting is what keeps him going, and is all he knows.

Weapon(s): Polestar (Name of Furea), shurikens (4), shrike throwing knives (4), twin daggers, and small explosive pouches (6).

Furea the Polestar: This weapon, while at first seemed normal, was later on found to be a legendary weapon that was created by the Forge of Chaos -- a Forge that was created from a piece of Father Chaos himself. The Scythe was forged by the combined efforts of five Gods -- of which ranks included Loki and Anubis. This weapon is supposed to be able to even strike down any being, even Father Chaos himself, but THAT part has yet to be proven. The weapon is also capable of cutting through anything, even the soul...

Armor: The clothing he wears is interwoven of a special dragon scale that was spun into thread. It was made from that of the Sapphire Dragon, making it extremely durable and resistant to many things, such as the elements, and some weapons, depending on the range and strength.

Theme Song: Counting Bodies like Sheep -- A Perfect Circle

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Mac II, you're even welcomed to make the opening post. I made this Melee just so you couldn't whine about "God-Moding".

If you want to make this Clan-related, we can, I'll allow you that grace.

[Ragione]

... You do realize that Mac II = Desert Jesus, right? Well, this might be amusing.

I'll be one of the judges, I suppose, if you'll let me.

[Mac II]

Don't misunderstand, LoC. I have nothing against you, personally. However, I find your condescending attitude towards me rather annoying.

Freedom of speech is a bitch, aint it?

Well, I accept. Hopefully, by the end of the match, you will realize I'm not a "big boy," but just another experienced RPer. And I'm thankful that you won't god-mod.

I think I'll use Versai on this one...

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=Your Character=

~Basics~

Name: Versai Arillion
Nickname: “The Grim Dawn”
Quote: “I am brutality free of restraint…step in my path, and I will break your face.”
Age: 500 Years
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Samael, the Power of Death.
Occupation: Harvester, 1 of the five Pinnacles of Samael. (INSERT SAMAEL PIC)
Residence: The Undercut, Southern Netherworld.
Theme Song: Immortal - Adema

~Family~

Parents: Mary, Jonathan
Siblings: None, Mother had two miscarriages.
Married: N/A
Children: N/A

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 6’1”
Weight: 220 lbs.

Physical Appearance:

~ Versai Arillion is distinct in his features in that he conveys a youthful sense of mockery towards the Netherworld. He is as a black rose, the pedals burnt by sardonic youth. In the same sense, he is as a black rosebud amongst a tree of black roses whose age has befell them with brittle stems; he is the next generation of Death.

Flaming crimson dreads hang from atop his head, each with a small black flame of a knot to tie them tight. Versai, surname Cedric, removes the living from this world with a young face, almost completely disengaged from the rudiments of age that govern the living world. Versai ages one year in the human sense every 666 years in the Netherworld. On either side of his face are strong ears, each pierced by the Mark of Cain, a symbol in which Cain used to mark his prey. Cain had been the spawn of death, the dawn of Samael; therefore, he is worshipped above all pagan Gods. Versai’s ageless eyes are crimson with black pupils surrounded by six small, white spots, and his small nose is complemented only by his sarcastic lips; weapons of his own, often used and skillfully handled. Versai Arillion, named after the river in which he was christened, is The Grim Dawn, a premature eclipse of the very sun that shines within the hearts of the living.

He sports that of a thin, extremely muscle-toned build. He carries approximately 1.21% body fat.

Garments/Armor:

~ In every meaning of the sense, Versai is often shrouded completely in a gloomy shadow. Around his ash white neck is a dark crimson scarf tucked loosely between his bare flesh and the taut, sleeveless red shirt that allows the façade of his rather large, demonic belt to be seen through the fabric. Heavy black jeans fall around his legs, and weaved all through these jeans are the Bonds of Flame that link his soul to the Grim Reaper, the Father of Death and advisor to Samael. A tattoo of this being is carved into Versai’s back. (LINK OF REAPER) This outfit is often covered up by a ragged, crimson cloak with a tail of fabric that follows almost five feet behind him – this tail often has a mind of its own, and will move about freely. The collar of this cloak is rather large, as it sits firm and tall on either side of his head. Two rather large wholes are evident in the back of the cloak. His steel wings, 20 feet in span, are constantly bleeding; that is, they are always dripping with the blood of those Versai has executed.

Lastly, Versai carries the Book of Last Rights tucked up either his left or right sleeve.

Armaments:

~ The Steel Angel: The Steel Angel is a steel mechanism that makes up for the structure of his wings. (The only organic compounds on his wings are the thick, fleshy feathers and the blood.) These steel instruments are fused into the supplementary motor area of his neocortex, thus allowing Versai to move these implements at will; The Steel Angel has a wide range of abilities, such as being able to draw out jagged, crystallized blood from the joints. Ultimately, Versai can protract both hardened blood and steel blades from almost any location on either of his wings; steel can only protrude from the joints, as each bone-rod harbors a ten foot, protractible slab of finely sharpened steel.

~ Hell’s Rapture: Hell’s Rapture is a beast of a sword; never in the history of Death has there been a Reaper who handled a blade as large and cumbersome. (Note: A Fell Blade, or a blade forged in the Netherworld, is only capable of being wielded by its handler. The only way for an outsider to pick up the blade is for him to break the Chains of Torture, the invisible bonds that chain a soul to Hell.) The hilt, six feet in length, is embellished with the faces of the tortured; the face of every being piloted to the Netherworld by Versai is carved into the hilt. The pommel is the head of Grim, the Father of Death. The blade is capable of slicing through many things...with the exception of one, so far. Samael's darkness. The guard of the hilt, or the structure in which the blade protracts from, is the head of Samael, mouth agape and jagged, devilish teeth piercing the dark abyss that is his throat. In times of Versai’s choosing, a crooked, serpentine tongue acts as the blade. However, when in combat, Versai has the ability to light the tongue on fire with the blood of the damned. After lengthening the six foot serpentine blade by six more feet, the blood branches off and crystallize into four distinct blades, forming a cross-shape if looked upon by eyes overhead.

~ God’s Dissension: Versai does not carry God’s Dissension around with him. Instead, by the swift wave of his right hand, (While the Mark of Samael is drawn in blood in his palm: LINK OF SYMBOL) Versai can summon the scythe from the Netherworld, and, like Hell's Rapture, it is capable of puncturing anything. Due to his die-hard individuality, Versai summons God’s Dissension often only as a last resort. The hilt, 71/2 feet in length, hosts the carving of a wave of nude pagan souls atop the statue of an unnamed Pagan God. Seven blades protrude at the summit; on the very top is the longest and most cumbersome, Superbia. Luxuria is just below and lengthens in the opposite direction. Gula is next, and lengthens in the same direction as Superbia. Cupiditia is the next one down, and then comes Pigritia. Then Ira, and lastly, Invidia. Each blade represents one of the Seven Laws of the Netherworld.

~Personality~

~ Versai Arillion is not like the other Reapers. He is young and he is bold, completely different from the other five Reapers who have aged quite a bit, thus allowing them the title of Veteran in Grim’s eyes. They are reserved, cautious, tactful, and overall accepting of their fates. Versai is not. He is brutal, uncaring and, most importantly, resistant to his fate; in his eyes, he sees a thin shred of hope in his future, a release from his prison in exchange for something else – perhaps, his soul? Brutality with no restraint…now that must be something truly terrifying.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes:
- Power, seclusion
- Slumber, instruction of the mind and body as one
- Militaristic views, anarchy

~Dislikes:
- The weak/narrow-minded, the physically handicapped
- Light, the sun; the lazy
- Crowds, condescending attitudes

~Skills~

Versai is skilled in swordsmanship, as you may have guessed. In a melee situation, Versai may hold the upper hand simply because of his unrivaled quickness on his feet, as well his ability to take the form of any of six different snakes; currently, he is learning to take the form of the Southern Anaconduer, one of the largest and most deadly of the Southern Netherworld. The first of these snakes, Gassel, is capable of burrowing through almost any form of planet crust.

Secondly, the mechanical wings he was endowed with by Horatio, the marvel craftsman, allow Versai almost unlimited flight. This, in combination with his quickness and agility, proves to be a very powerful aid in battle.

Being the sixth of the five Pinnacles, or the “Head,” Versai is gifted with the unique Dark Source abilities of all five Harvesters: Blasphemy, Despair, Hatred, Venality, Indifference and Sin, Sin being Versai’s chief Dark Source. (A Dark Source is an elemental affinity pertaining too those only in the Netherlands and Hell. A Light Source does the same, except in the heavenly sense. An elemental attribute is the in-between of the two, a watered-down mix of both a Light and Dark Source after it has been stripped of its supernatural core. As you may have guessed, Dark and Light Sources are extremely potent and much more powerful than an elemental attribute; however, it demands more of the body.)

Blasphemy – Blasphemy is the representation of a faith betrayed, Versai’s severing of the bonds between himself and goodwill. This magic comes in the form of Hellish fiends and damned souls alike, those who have also severed the bonds between themselves and heavenly love. The beasts, in one word, are destructive.

Despair – Despair is the representation of a hope betrayed, Versai’s severing of earthly needs and wants. Hope, as he sees it, cannot exist where he resides, it is his acceptance of the grim world around him. This magic reveals itself in the form of beautiful, yet incredibly thorny dark matter – an illusion magic.

Hatred – Hatred is the most direct of his magical attributes, for it is ice, fire and thunder as one; it is a representation of the pit of hatred for his home that he has developed over the years.

Venality – A clear disobedience to God and his will, a mockery of heaven and its “eternal happiness.” The form of this magic varies, for it is simply dark matter in its most potent form – a white magic, because in this case, the darkness serves as a form of healing for him.

Indifference – A representation of Versai’s cold, hardened heart. This Black magic comes in the form of many metals.

Sin – Sin, the most powerful and compelling Dark Source that Versai possesses has no form. Sin is Versai, Versai is Sin. That said, Versai can take the form of serpents and flame.

Lastly, Versai can cast incantations from his Book of Last Rights, the text in which he reads to every victim before devouring their mortality and tossing them into the pit of fire that is his stomach. .

~Biography~

Wait - Nevermind, I need to tweak some things.

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Don't fret, it's evident he knows a bit of magic. He'll refrain, though.

Lastly, I haven't the time to make an opening post befitting the situation tonight. I'll try my hardest to get it up within 72 hours, though; if you feel a bit of impatience, go ahead and make the opening. It doesn't matter to me.

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: For the record, I don't God-Mode anyway. It's a matter of perspective. For someone like me, who has seen other, better RP Forums ( No offense, they've been in the works for a longer amount of time than this one), what I do seems no more like God-Moding...well to put it in an overly-used satirical manner, than Bush seems a competent President.

Besides that, I made no point towards you. However, I do find it amusing that some of the RP'ers on here do think that just because of a Name Change, or simple practice, that they are automatically something spectacular... Not that that's you. I think you rather misinterpreted what I said originally. Besides, when I made fun of that clan being Formidable... I wasn't so much pointing towards you in particular.

Oh, and this match is Continuum, so, when your character dies, they will cease to exist.

So what if he's Desert Jesus? Does that make a difference? I'm to the point that, you do have to earn my respect in a battle, or I'm going to run over you. Sorry if that "bursts your bubble". That doesn't necessarily mean you have to beat me, but just prove your ability against me. Once you have my respect, I think you'll find that it's one of the brighter sides of things here in the RP world.

No, Freedom of Speech has been abused by both sides -- those who try to stop it, and those who support it. I take no side in the whole "American Rights & Freedoms" bullshit.

I'll give you the time to make the post. If not in 72 hours, I'll accept it as you're too busy, and I'll do it.

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Even though I do abhor double-posting, I know how some individuals don't seem to check posts again, so I don't want to edit this into the one above.. least not till later.

As a show of gratitude, even if you don't beat me (which is on what I'm betting), earn my respect and I'll give you an opportunity to join my clan. Your whole clan can (woah... that sounds weird) if they wish to do so. You may not want to, which is fine, but I extend the offer to you nonetheless.


By the way... in that one post on the other thread (ED's)... which part was "stereoptypical bullshit" as you put it? Last time I checked, stereotypical meant having to do with a set social or cliche standard... something that was "pre-defined" so to speak. Bullshit means...well we know what that word means.

[Mac II]

Originally Posted by Lord of Chaos

Oh, and this match is Continuum, so, when your character dies, they will cease to exist.

You failed to mention this before I posted one of my better characters; therefore, if I do lose, I will still use him on the forum. And if you lose, I don't give a shat whether or not you use your character.

I don't tolerate late, crucial information, buddy. It's deceiving.

[Lord of Chaos]

Not really. As it is my fight, and as it is by Melee Rules, by standard, Continuum is used. You can forfeit if you'd like.

Besides, at the top I put that you should know the rules. By accepting and posting a character, you made an agreement. So yes, you can either fight, and lose the character, or forfeit -- which by all right should mean you lose it anyway, but I'll be nice. Then again, most people do back out against me...

Oh well.

[Endless Devoid]

Guys, honestly, stop the bickering here. Your personal disputes can surely be better handled elsewhere as I'm sure you're both aware. We're here to see a role play fight, so let's see some action. =P

DJ, by all means I don't think he'd have a problem if you wanted to switch characters. However, I'm sure with a little bit of respect gained, should you lose the match your character might be spared. Though, it's down to you.

Also, Blah, he didn't ask for judge request commentary. honestly, you don't have to post in every thread made in the section.

So yes, let's please stop the bickering, and see some blood. I'm getting anxious.

>3

[Zetsumi]

Not really. As it is my fight, and as it is by Melee Rules, by standard, Continuum is used. You can forfeit if you'd like.

Sorry, LoC, but Mac's got a point here. That wasn't stated in the first post, therefore both combatants should agree to it before the initial rules can be altered. By default, all battles are considered non-continium unless the combantant(s) choose to alter that.

C'mon. I thought you were above underhanded crud like this. That's more -MY- style.

[Lord of Chaos]

Originally Posted by Zetsumi

That wasn't stated in the first post, therefore both combatants should agree to it before the initial rules can be altered.

Nowhere on any set of rules does it technically say that has to happen. If he agrees to the match, he agrees to any stipulations set down within. If I wanted us to fight with giant inflated condoms, by golly, we would.

Originally Posted by Zetsumi

By default, all battles are considered non-continium unless the combantant(s) choose to alter that.

NO. Actually, all fights ARE considered Continuum unless specified otherwise. I don't know WHERE you got that from, but it's certainly bullshit.

[Mac II]

LoC, show me these written rules governing the art of RP battling, and I will be happy.

I still intend on fighting. Your little half-assed, deceiving stunt won't stop me. I agree to the rules I read, as any other would.

It's obvious you're full of complete bullshit. But, hey, we all are in one way or another.

[Lord of Chaos]

I'm full of complete bullshit huh? You only say that because you think you can take me. You can't, and when I prove it, maybe then you'll see that you're nothing more than a minor bump in the road. My RPing skill has been described by several people to border on scary when it comes to the ability that I possess. I just personally see no reason to waste said skills on you, when I can defeat you with minimal effort. It's one of the natural laws of American's :

Why put your full effort into things when you can get the job done just as easily with less?

As for deceiving. You can call it what you like, but it's far from deceiving. If I had meant for deception, I would have done other things. Like, waiting till the fight had began to say something like that. You're a complete moron and a waste of good limited oxygen for other people.

Enough flaming though, you have one more day to post, or I will.

As for the rules you agreed to, the rules are subject to change by will of the creator. Where does it say that I'm not allowed to change the rules? Nowhere.

[Mac II]

Say what you wish, LoC, but remember: flaming will get you nowhere. I stated that what I said wasn't meant to lash out at you, yet, you took offense - odd, no? It's your ego speaking. Don't worry, you'll cool down sooner or later, depending on whether or not you've others (Who've actually never seen you battle, btw.) are kissing ass to look as though they know how the game is played.

Seriously, though, confidence in one's self never hurt anybody. Oh wait, yes it did - it hurt you.

Make your opening post, please. I've too much chemistry to do tonight. Sorry, I hold academics in higher regard than exchanging pointless flames with another.

I won't deny you haven't the skill; I'm just like you. Yearning to challenge himself against the better RPers. Harmless, really; don't take offense to what others have to say over the net.

So, let the battle begin.

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: I'm back. That was kind of frustrating... it ended up not being much of anything. I hate being interrupted... Anyway, guess it's time to begin. I just realized something though... it is harder to get a large post out of Melee than it is PC... not that a large post is the goal of a Melee Fight... just getting rid of the opponent.


IC:


The butte was solitary in terms of company upon the face of this land. It was somewhere out in the western part of the United States, though that really didn't matter too much. The sky above was clear and blue, a good, thick blue. It was the perfect day for a fight and more than likely, the perfect day for a death. The only question that would come into the minds of the two fighters (and numerous birds) would be: Whose death?

Malum was determined it wasn't to be his, that was for sure. He had simply climbed up the side of the butte to reach the top. Now he was facing open space... at least, that meant there was nothing else upon this flat rock cropping aside from himself. He knew that soon though, there would be another individual. Would this one give him a good fight? He would certain hope so. He had taken down many a fighter, even those that used magic, or were high-and-mighty types, like his former mentor, Haiko. Haiko had been one of the highest ranking demons upon the Abyssal planes. It still hurt him at times to think about it...

The young man's eyes took in another glance, drinking in the surroundings before he slowly sat down upon the ground. He placed himself sitting cross-legged, and approximately three feet away from a ledge. For the time being, he would simply wait for his opponent to arrive. Malum made sure he had the essentials: his armor and his weapons. That was all he needed and all he cared about really. He had studied nearly every form of combat in the Omniverse and was not above proving it.

A small sigh escaped his lips, rolling into the air along with the rest of the invisible sea of carbon dioxide, oxygen, and other things. He had very rarely visited Earth, but this was a good time to do so, and for a good reason. He looked at Furea, and positioned her so that he layed across his lap, the pole itself running across the inside of his knees. The head blade was on his right and curving back behind him. He was ready for a battle...

So let it begin.

[Mac II]

Take your time. Hope there's no deaths; our battle'd be postponed far too long.