A Rolling Barrel Full of Bogeys- A Challenge to Fatal Advent

[Hip-Hop]

Yeah, I just came out of being on writer block so that why I have so many battles going on =P. So yeah Iwant to FA and have for a while now. So bring it! (no rules need to be posted).

Judges
1. Mac II
2. Endless Devoid
3. Blahmaster

[Antlion]

Eh, you sure you want this? My brain is boggled with Accelerated Math, trying to make my RP, and working on my new characters biography. Eck, give me a day to post his "completed" template.

[Hip-Hop]

alright that's cool, but the question is not "Do I want this?" it's "Can you handle this?"

[Antlion]

Rrriight ._.


As I said in ED's thread, he isn't done. But you get the jist of him.

Name: Daiyate Allelite (Day-Ah-Tay Ale-lite)

Daiyate 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 Daiyate 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.

Daiyate 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 Daiyate himself. Perhaps not even Daiyate 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: Daiyate 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. Daiyate has turned himself into a living paradox full of rage.



Appearance: Daiyate 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.

Biography:

Birth:

Daiyate was born to a middle-classed Edalian family. Edalians each possess an element, and this unfortunately divides them into different social classes. They are born with a strange power, a gift. Unfortunately it isn’t a very unique gift, and it is discovered very early by a marking on their back. Completely random and undeterminable, they are all given one at birth. The minute chance that one receives the element of light would immediately boost them to wealth and fame, as well as their family. Those who were cursed with the equally unlikely element of dark were shunned and forced into poverty. This forced people to only marry and have children with those of the same element...they tried and tried, but the results were the same- the child’s element was still random, even if the parents had the same type.

Perhaps what brought about this rule was related to the ancient myth- a myth that haunted Edalia even without proof. A mistress of light fell in love with a charming but oppressed wanderer of the dark element. Unable to express their feelings in society, they fled, secretly wed, and had a child. This child was a horrible crossbreed, and immediately after it’s birth, it caused serious destruction unintentionally. Serious destruction with the gentle face of an infant. Horrible things happened on that day, and not many talk about it...leaving it quite vague. Yet, this baby is commonly referred to as the “Anti Hero”, because many believed it could have been more than just a monster, maybe a prodigy. These two simple people and this one baby caused several religions to arise, all with diverse opinions on what created them and if the child was a sign.

They didn’t feel the same for Daiyate.

Yes, very similarly, his father was in the monarchy, a pure being of light. His mother happened to get the short end of the stick, and was born a being of dark. The Edalians were so oblivious; a difference of elements meant nothing. The only thing that could cause a terrible cataclysm was beings of dark and light combining: an offspring of that type just wasn’t right. Daiyate’s parents fell in love quite similarly, and he was born in the exact same method of shunning the rules. When he was born after months on the run, he was pale, and not moving. It seemed as if he was a stillborn, so the two lovers wept, leaving the baby on top of a hill as to ask forgiveness from the Gods.

Suddenly, Daiyate awoke with a startle. Luckily he was not cold, because his mother kept him wrapped in a blanket before giving him up. The baby merely laid there, too young to control it’s muscles. Suddenly, it began to cry. It’s lungs had somehow opened without a “spanking” or a doctor to assist it. It was a wailing cry, a massive one that shook the earth. Suddenly, black and white sparks went flying from the baby. Massive waves of black and white energy went flying in every direction.

Look what they had created.

Early Life:

Although several people reported crazy events happening from where the baby laid, they were ignored. The monarchy found the baby and took him in. Daiyate surprisingly had no tattoo on his back. It was way to early to start element training, so they put him in a foster home shortly after his birth. As he grew older, he saw the other kids become popular, with “hip” or “cool” powers like fire and lightning. Relying on an element to fight was to simplistic for him, to cliche... it didn’t spark his interest slightly that his element was yet to be discovered. As a matter of fact, he changed his name upon gaining independence from his guardians at this orphanage. Yes, he still lived with them, but the moment they stopped babying him he changed his name. Now, Daiyate wasn’t just a smart, independent child. He was a genius, with his IQ escalating high upwards into the two hundreds.

As he went through his life as an outsider, never missing a dead-on 100% on an evaluation, he sought more out of life. He was getting older, and hitting puberty (Which, for Edalians, was about age 35). So many questions were to be asked, but no one he trusted enough could answer them. Daiyate began wondering why he had no power. Why his parents had just “disappeared” and if they were dead. What he was meant to do with his life. It did not take long for him to find something that sparked his interest- Omniversal travel.

Now, he knew very little about the Omniverse. It was surely not taught at school, nor was anything doing with celestials, space, or anything out of Edalia. He knew nothing of the planes, or the like. But when he aspired to become an Omniversal vagabond, a wanderer...well, there was no one to hold him back. He left Edalia at age 47. Unfortunately, he did not know enough about the Omniverse to know it was amazingly strange that he could make it through the atmosphere so easily- he merely walked off of the planet, zooming through outer space on his two feet. Daiyate was headed for the Nexus- the center of the Omniverse. From there, he would begin his journey...if there were no distractions in his way.

Mid Life:

After a long journey alone, Daiyate had made it to what he thought was the Nexus. He approached a small planet, seeming as big as a moon approximately. Boldly deciding to enter, and end his boredom, he was immediately greeted by a small colony of other humanoids...diverse humanoids. A long, confusing, intricate conversation followed, and he found their motives.

They were a group of elites attempting to put the Omniverse under their control. They would each be assigned to one planet, and upon success would be promoted to bigger more important jobs. “Success” most likely meant either extermination or a change of ruling to make all of the civilians obey. Daiyate was indifferent on this, but with lack of something to do decided to join. It seems he assumed they were asking him to join, not just giving him an “intervention”...so they quickly demanded he pass a test. His eyebrows were raised at this, and he smirked. Daiyate would read more about fighting then he would actually do it in his lifetime.

His test was merely a fight. Not to the death, a spar. One of the elite’s of the group stepped foward to challenge him to a duel. It seemed his cockiness was his downfall when he suddenly froze in shock as his opponent charged. Well, maybe not necessarily his downfall. The moment his adrenaline went up and his enemy approached, his body seemed to flash. His powers needed to come out, it was time. A beam of black, white, and green suddenly emerged to the right of him. It was colossal, like a pillar. It began making horrid noises, and it exploded in a blinding fury, seeming to wipe out everything. A voice was heard as he began to panic.

“ Can’t you see? Don’t let it go to waste. You are some type of Demi-God...maybe not, but you are an animal to say the least. A descendant of Nature."

Blinking repeatedly and rubbing his eyes like a nightmare was before him, he looked around. He saw...nothing. Daiyate was floating in another infinite airspace near the Nexus. The one object next to him was the massive board, naming several planets. It seemed to have survived the explosion...or some of it. He walked over and looked at it, only one word could be read. Among the rubble was the word “Earth.”

With no other clue in the world to lead him, Daiyate set off for Earth. Dark, Light, and everything in-between- was the one who couldn’t care less of his race’s gift the descendant who possessed them all?

Upon another long journey, and arriving on Earth, Daiyate was still puzzled on what to do. He sheepishly attempted to live a normal life by buying out an apartment in a place called “California”. Currency was sure much more simple on this planet...

Without him even knowing, strange things were overcoming Daiyate. His time structure was going absolutely insane, with unpredictable rapid side effects. As he worked on tapping into his abilities, he grew weary. It was almost as if there was a secondary source that affected his powers...as if his surroundings affected what he was capable of. If only he knew his potential. If he knew that nature could help him...be his unique power. He had a long life ahead of him, and the climb wasn’t near over.

[Mac II]

I'll judge. :D

Good luck to both parties, I guess.

[Hip-Hop]

okay, two more judges and I'l say the setting so we can begin.

[Endless Devoid]

Naturally I'll be certain to slot into a judging position, D2L, though honestly you could start now and get a third judge later, or at the end in the case of tie breaker.

[Hip-Hop]

True Lance, and on that note LET US BEGIN!

Arena: On the top of the tower from Devil May Cry 3 (forgot the name). The circular plat form is on top of a tower that rises high above a post apocolyptic looking city. Statues of demonic angels surrond the platform. In the middle there is a smaller circle that is raised about a 6in. off of the ground. This circle is covered in symbols that are obviously part of some ancient language. The symbols go around the outer edge of the cirle and work their way in. On the right side of the entire platform are stairs that lead to a ramp back down into the main tower. It is raining hard and there is thunder and lightning. A humungous whale looking creature circles over head in the sky, never know when he might get hungry all of a sudden...

FA gets first post.

[Antlion]

Right, are you using Beelac? or whatever his name was xP


It is common courtesy for the challenger to make an opening post..mhm.

[Ragione]

*BeLac, and FA is right that the creator should start the battle.

I will judge, if the need arises.

[Hip-Hop]

right, I totally knew that o.o But yes I will be using BELAC, B-e- capitol L-a-c. So yeah, I guess I've got opening now. Great =(.

[Hip-Hop]

So this is the place where the sons of sparda fought, man those guys are crazy. BeLac walked up the ramp to the top of the hellish tower, the heavy rain soaking his brillant white wings. As he stepped onto the inner platform his thoughts wandered to the twin sons of the demon warrior sparda, both of which he had called ally long ago. That Dante sure was powerful, so was Virgil. I don't think I could've deafeated the great demon without those two. When BeLac was still alive he had once traveled to a planet nearby earth's former location. There he foud the two white haired men who had obviously survived earth's demise. The planet was practically a barren waste land, ruled by the most power demons BeLac had ever seen at that time. Together with Dante and a ruluctant Virgil they deafeated them and freed the inhabitants of the planet. After that he had left the planet, and what became of the Sons of Sparda he did not know.

BeLac was now standing at the far side of the platform, peering over the edge into what seemed to be a black abyss below. Now if you fall from here, you're dead. I don't care who you are. Examining his surrounding he notice a small hole in the ground big enough for a sword to fit in. Virgil did this no doutb that heartless bastard. I remeber Dante telling me about that incident. Looking up BeLac also noticed that one of the statue was missing an upper half. When he saw this he immediately thought Dante.

Now wandering around the platform aimlessly, BeLac thought about the battle that was about to take place. I heard that this "Daiyate" guy is supposed to be strong or something. I think I can take him though. I'll start out with Blasphemy this time. Now reaching behind him and grabbing the swords hilt, BeLac held his famous sword Blasphemy out in front of him. This thing brings back memories. Now bringing the large sword to an upright position, BeLac posed himself in his battle stance. Eyes darting back and forth, piecing the darkness like an arrow, BeLac was ready for anything and everything. And that was exactly what he was expecting.

[Antlion]

Heh...I used to make entries like that. But I got picky.


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In literature, and in idle thinking minds alike, rain could signify several things. The pitter, patter or drip, drop could merely prove to be a nuisance to anyone transporting from place to place, not to mention the percipitation falling on their head. As Daiyate was walking down a barren road, a massive skyscraper stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked up blanky, and several cracks formed around him. A huge chunk of concrete street, marked in yellow, was levitating with him under it. It rocketed upwards like a vertical theme park ride. The second it had become level with the circle platform, it halted. Daiyate's green bang was covering his left eye, and most of his mouth. Albeit he had a clear view of his opponent, he did not step off of his "pedestal".

Without warning, his left hand thrusted inwards towards his stomach. It seemed as if he was purging, but BeLac would quickly realize he was ripping off his black cloak. Daiyate intentionally hurled it onto the platform, and it landed in front of the lone figure on the circular structure. Hopefully, he would see the blood stains and rips. He was now completely revealed, his leather armor, his miltary coat...his weapons. Abruptly, Daiyate stomped with his right foot, and the outer rim of his platform fell off. He was then left with a much smaller circle, still sufficient for standing on.

This outer rim continued to levitate, and without warning it shattered into millions of pieces. These pieces formed into razor sharp needles, and rocketed towards BeLac. It seemed this planet strengthened his earth element, so he would work on that for now...and build off of it. Then, pursuiting the needles, he did a front flip and landed on the platform in the southeast corner.

"I see you."

[Hip-Hop]

"I see you." BeLac heard the words spoken as the man landed behind him to the left. "I hope you see me, I mean I am standing in the rain with a giant-ass sword in my hand." While speaking those sarcastic words to his apponent, BeLac quickly resheathed Blasphemy. The spikes would reach him at any moment so he had to think quick. I can fly, duh. Remebering his flight capabilities, BeLac took off towards the sky. Looking downwards on his last position, BeLac saw the spike all collide together. "Nice Try! But you'll have to do better than that if you even want to touch me! I am an angel you know." BeLac yelled the words from his vantage point above the arena. This is going to be fun.

Now drawing The Sword of Michael, BeLac held the sword with one hand in front of him. It's bright white shining light pierced through the darkness of the rainy nighttime sky, like a lighthouse guiding lost ships to shore. Using the sword as an energy source, BeLac drew some of the light to his hand. The light form a ball in the angel's palm, resembling a lightbulb. Turning his hand upside down, BeLac let the light ball fall to the edifice below him. "I call this one 'The SunBomb.' " With an devilish grin on his face, BeLac watched as the ball slowly floated downwards. Daiyate didn't know it, but that ball was rapidly heating up. This became more obvious though, as the rain drops that hit the ball eveporated instantly. Closer and closer the ball came to the platform untill it finally hit the cold stone floor of the edifice. Sitting there for a moment, the true nature of the ball was soon revealed.

It exploded.

In a brilliant flash of white light the ball exploded, entrapping the entire top of the tower in an amzing lightshow. There's no way he survived that, thought BeLac, by the time the ball hit the bottom it was as hotter than a star. The only reason it didn't burn through the floor was beacause I have partially controlling it. BeLac continued to hover in the air, just above the radius of the blast. He used his arm to save his eyes from the light, if he were to look directly into it he would surely go blind. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you. I see you too."

[Antlion]

A couple of problems with your post. Well, the first isn't a real problem, just aggravating...you do too much in one post. I was going to attempt to hit you with a second blinding assault as you inevitably flied upwards....but this doesnt seem like real-time. And even though it didn't hit ME, the sun bomb is kind of power playing...becasue you made it quite clear I couldn't live if it connected, and you went right on to say that.