The Start of a Legend

[Chronic Memory]

So im new to the site and pretty much to roleplaying. Thought id try it out and was seeing if anyone wanted to try and put me in my place and help me find my limits. Here's my bio. Not really finished and I don't plan on it just yet. Just no theres more that meets the eye:

Name- Chronic

Age- 15

Gender- Male

Race- Tyson/Haso

Personality- Quiet, unhappy, and is trying to find his place.

Weapons- Manipulation

Biography- In this universe a balance of power must be kept balanced at all times. If not, the outcome would be unpredictable, but for the most obvious reasons, destruction would come along and get rid of the weak, eventually devouring the strong. Powers like this were meant to be kept separate. In one dark sector of the universe, two worlds stood alone. Each planet possessing a race, that had undetermined strength/powers. A balance would have to be kept so neither of the races became more powerful than the other. The first planet, Niotre, was a very vast planet, filled with lush green forest and plenty of water to refresh the land. On this planet, resided what regular humans would consider animals or in harsher terms, creatures. But in their case, humans were considered filthy. No matter how you looked at it, the two races were different. This race, known as the Tysons, was normal sized with light red skin. Their clothing was made only to cover their parts for reproduction. They were very civilized and had a very high intelligence rate. They had no interest in science, which made it hard to believe that the Tysons were so successful. A Tyson in a simple explanation could control anything materialized into a solid and manipulate it in any way they wished. They weren’t strong enough to manipulate other beings, but no matter the size, a solid could be used for any purpose.

On the other side of this universe, Relitton stood in the far corners, bearing no contact with many souls. Relitton gave birth to the very beings called Haso’s. Haso’s in simple terms could transform into anything they have witnessed, even another race. They weren’t really a form, but instead dark figures with no appearances. Their appearance comes from hat they want it to be. This amount of power wasn’t meant to be misused and they kept it to themselves, until war broke out between the two planets. A struggle for power was their need and cause of this war. As fundamental as they may of seemed, it didn’t stop them. The war went on for years, destroying large amounts of their population. The universe itself was being consumed by the massive amounts of energy being used.

In the midst of it all, a member from each race, fell in love as strange as it may have been. Not long after they bore a child. Without any thought of what it had done, the baby murdered it’s two parents being only born. It’s power was growing at an astonishing rate. Unfortunately for them, the child was given the powers of both races into its very body. With a capsule withholding so much energy, it would have to be released, before it becomes fatal. Without warning, the child gave off most of its energy, plummeting the very realm in which they were born on.

Being a teen was very abnormal for him. Not remembering what happened to him at any early age, Chronic lived in a life that wasn’t meant for him. He was different in a way. The others around him seemed so simple and him, yet complicated. As if he wasn’t born here or was brought here by mistake. Either way he found himself on the planet they called Earth. Their race, humans, but others didn’t call him that. They called him freak or ugly, but he didn’t see himself as that or even saw humans close to what he was. He was a stronger, more intellectual being and he had to find his place one way or the other.

[Ric]

Ill battle you. Give me a minute to post my bio ^_^

Name: Mahistrado

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Appearance: [font=Times New Roman][size=3][color=#800080]http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h195/Crimson_Axel/4aba6564.jpg
The years he has spent since he was bestowed Immortality has greatly changed his simple one-robe mage like appearance. Possibly from the unknown’s influence, he has worn clothes that one would consider to be ‘out-worldly’, in a sense. Worn out black robe, many foreboding leather straps and belts, red gauntlets with black strips overlaying each other. He is what his ‘maker’ wanted him to be in terms of his outer appearance. However, he refuses to have the same mind as his, and still manages to retain his mage-like persona.

Weaponry: http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j8...x/untitled.jpg
Judgment: Forsaken Scythe of the Damned- A weapon forged from the essence of the Reaper himself, Mahistrado created it himself over his times of depression of his Immortality. Where he got the essence of the Reaper is still uncertain to anyone except him. It has the ability to bring out the worst in one’s sense of logic and judgment when it gashes the skin of a human, its malice seeping in. If left long enough, it will cause the victim’s mind to bend and break, causing apocalyptic insanity, and utterly causing them to kill themselves. It still however, has yet to match up to the fabled ‘Devil’s Intent’.

Calamity and Ruin: Dual Blades of Dark Justice- Using the leftover materials from creating Judgment, he decided not to waste anything, and created twin weapons, both created out of dark intentions. More powerful than an average bastard sword, it does not have the Judgment’s ability though. But it gives Mahistrado the ability to transfer his spells into these weapons, making them deadlier the more powerful the spell. He rarely uses these swords however, as he prefers his Judgment to see him through a battle.

Personality: Wisdom comes to mind when you try and describe him. Philosophical, he is often calm and rational towards things, even in battle. This clarity gives him the ability to act with a more strategic approach. His many years dwelling in the art of magic had brought him to many situations, each of which he had left with a little more knowledge.

Bio/past: In the darkened corners of the planet was born a child, one of which was endowed with the powers of the mystic, a fate pre-ordained. Under the hellish circumstances of which he lived his childhood, he learned the basics of survival; “Kill or be killed”. The wound inflicted on his young mind drove him, time and time again, to see the horrors that anyone normal, would cringe to the thought of. When he was finally able to escape this reality of the damned, he sought out a new way of life, a more “civilized” way of living. He traveled to one of the 4 great kingdoms that inhabited his world; Malaki Kasamaan. It was probably the most powerful of the 4 kingdoms, yet it was unstable. Enlisting in the army in his adolescence, he quickly climbed the ranks, surpassing even the strongest of warriors, even before his destiny was realized. He had the potential to become great. And become great he shall.

During this time, the Great War had broken out. Him, with the help in the Malaki Kasamaan army, had swiftly conquered each kingdom with a solid iron fist. Over confident in his skills, he had tried to take the throne of Malaki, but was quickly defeated in his ignorance. Ashamed of his defeat, he had fled from the kingdom, never to return. He spent many nights alone, fending for himself like he did in his childhood, growing farther away from what kept him sane, until he met a Mage that at the highest point of the planet in isolation.

By this time, Mahistrado was as barbaric as any man can get. He fought fiercely against the Mage, but once again, failed miserably. Peering into his soul and seeing the fate that lay before him, the Mage had made Mahistrado his apprentice. Training with the man for many, many years, Mahistrado’s powers had been unlocked, and became one of the most powerful mages on the planet, even surpassing his master.

By this point, his mind had been enlightened; he became wiser, and fearless. But his heart was still tainted by his past experiences. Wanting to become stronger to fight these demons, he had created a spell, strong enough to transport matter to anywhere he pleased. Teleportation. From place to place, planet-to-planet, he traveled, searching for more ways to become stronger and wiser. So, he did, and accomplishing what he quest for, step by step. This was until it came to a day that changed him forever, a fight that changed him forever. It was on Earth where he would realize his 'destiny', or rebirth.

It was to take place at St. Mortimer's Abbey. A dark shadow loomed over this holy sanctuary, as fate begun to weave it's thread. He came swiftly, bringing death to priests and nuns with his dark hand. Even the newborns saw no mercy from the man, as he wrapped his hands over their little necks and snuffed the life from them. Bathed in their tears, one of the remaining nuns implored that he stop the man from killing them all, and quickly agreed. He had confronted him in the abbey courtyard, where it would begin.

The sky was crying black tears that day, weeping in vain for the two beings about to do battle. One of malicious origins, and one of the mystical origins. The stranger, opened his jacket, as his hand went over the chains across his chest, as he pulled with great strength, two long chains coming into the ground.

Then what appeared to be a hilt bursted forth from his heart, dark tendrils swirling around it. As he grabbed hold of it, his back arched forward, as he begun to pull his weapon from his body. The sound of a blade coming from the ribs of a newly dead soldier came from the enigma, as he brought forth the Devil's Intent. The mage clenched his fists, as a blue flame started to ignite, as he looked at the man without fear, without doubt. When the thunder rolled by, it would begin.

And like the funeral bells, the thunder beated with anger, as it began. The mage threw his magical fire towards the unknown; as he reeled back a slight distance from impact. His azure eyes looked at him more ardently, as his footsteps drew nearer and nearer. As a reflex, the mage casted a barrier of holy protection, but this did not stop the man in black.

With one thrust of his arm, the sword pierced through, the barrier turning blood red before it shattered like glass, the blade still traveling through. Clashing with bone and blood, the mage had been defeated. The man pulled the sword from him slowly in victory. The rain peered into his eyes, as he laid on the wet grass of the abbey, defeated. As the mage looked up at him, his face still showed no fear.

"Strange..."

"Go on. Finish me off."

"Sorry, but the voices tell me that it is not your time. And it will never be your time, if you wish to live. Young mage, do you still have to will to live?"

"...Yes."

"Then so be it."

And with one clean stroke, he plunged his blade into his heart, but he did not die. As the mage looked in horror, darkness swelled from the enigma's body, as it seeped into the wound the sword had created. The young mage gritted his teeth in pain, as he felt himself slipping away. He felt himself seep into the ground, as he drifted into the confines of this planet.
As he drifted, he already knew that his body was far away from him, and it was his inner essence plummeting down to the Netherworld. And when he hit 'rock bottom', there was only darkness. As he looked around, still in suspension, he heard a deep voice echo in the distance.

"So you're the mage he sent..."

He looked in horror as his eyes became transfixed upon the two crimson pupils staring back at him. Darkness surrounded him like tentacles of an abomination, as they pierced through the surface of his soul.

"You shall become ageless, a phantom of time. But the cutting off of your source of knowledge or the erosion of your body through unnatural causes shall bring you back to me, unlike 'Him'. 'He' will come to help you, but that will be it. This has been pre-ordained, and it shall be so. Take care of this gift I have blessed you with, the gift of Immortality."

And with these words, the dark tentacles brought him up, back to the surface. As he was brought back to his physical form, the tentacles remained, swirling around his body, as he felt himself affixed to this form. The man in black exhaled a ghastly sound, as he pulled the blade from him. The mage gasped for air, as if it was the first breath he ever took.

"I will watch you. You and I are now connected through our souls. You cannot escape my bound influence. Farewell, young mage.."

And he left. He left the mage there to recount his past moments, as the rain trickled down his face, as the sky opened up, light shining on his now ageless body. Through dark influences, he had now become an Immortal, the phantom of the sands of time.

Now unbound by the ties that bind him to natural world, he exploited this, consuming everything possible that his brain could. His knowledge would become vast. His Immortal mind would know the most powerful of spells. He would become a mage among mages. Kingdoms would crumble under his wake. The dark powers now surging through his body had gave him new possibilities making his quest for enlightenment never ending. And with his creator silently watching him, people would be forced to take notice. Mahistrado would become a name to be feared, a name to be loved. But above all, it would be a name to be remembered in the worn pages of history.

[Chronic Memory]

Hate to ask this of you but do you mind starting? You can choose setting and whatnot, but I won't be home till later tonight and I don't want you waiting on me ^.^