AoÐ And Akuma Calling Out Blahmaster

[Angel Of Death]

The title says it all. Blah, you can have a partner, but by the way you talk to me, you really shouldn't need it.

RULES
No GM/PP.
Violence is a must.
No Romance.

Create your own template.

If I don't hear a reply within 24 hours, you forfit.

[Ragione]

Ahahaha, no. It's illegal to say that you automatically win if I don't post. I don't have to accept the challenge. Besides, if you know me at all, you'll see that I have plenty of rpness already. Maybe some other time, okay?

[Ric]

Taking Blahs place.

Name: Mahistrado

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j8...g?t=1165196827 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...g?t=1165196966
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.

Magick: Mahistrado’s power in undeniable in the ways of Magick and to simply put it, nearly impossible to surpass his level of power. He has dwelled in darkness, light, and earth magicks. His unlimited arsenal of spells is truly what made him “the immortal mage of oblivion”

Special Abilities: Dark state (Release, Chaos, and God)

Dark state – When Mahistrado enters dark state, he transforms into a demon of the darkness. In this form, he has nigh-omnipotent powers and capabilities. In this form, he has 3 sub-forms: Release and Chaos

-Release: In this sub form of the dark state, his magickl capabilities become even more extraordinary, he could destroy a whole galaxy within days. Though his physical strength becomes diminished, there is no need for It in this form. 4 black angelic wings sprout from his back in this form.

-Chaos: In this sub-from of the dark state, he becomes so physically enhanced, it is nearly impossible to stop him in this state. He becomes faster than light, strong enough to grab a entire planet and throw it deep into the dark space. He loses all magick in this sub form. 2 large demonic black wings sprout from his back in this form.

-God: He had only reached this sub form only once, but that was enough. In this state, Mahistrado becomes a god in all of its glory. Obtaining omnipotent powers, he could change the whole entirety of reality. A form in which he reaches total and complete enlightenment. Once out of this form, his soul retreats into the dark abyss in which he was “reborn”. He stays in that abyss for any amount of time. It could be 1 minute to 4000 centuries. All the time needed to cleanse his soul’s memory of the god state, for it is too risky to use it, ever. In this state, he grows two large angelic wings and demonic wings.

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.

[Angel Of Death]

Name: Akuma Kage
Age: Timeless, but looks 19
Gender: He doesn't really have a gender, but looks male
Race: Demon Lord

Appearance: Akuma is a fairly tall person, standing at about 6'5 and tending to lean towards the athletic side of things. He has a straight face, with dark red eyes, and black hair, that hangs around his neck. He is a built person, but uses it more for speed than power. Akuma was also grain demonic wing and his hair became white when he becomes Lord Of The Underworld.

Human Form - http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/9...manformtu3.jpg
Demon Form - http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/6...monformuh3.jpg

Personality: Akuma is dark, and tends not to talk to anyone. He has a short temper, and is very merciless when angered. His life has been hard, and because of, he has a tough exterior as well as interior.

Abilities:
Fireball - Akuma makes a small fireball in the palm of his hand, Akuma can make the fire the size of a small moon.

Enflame- Akuma can set thing on fire with his mind.

Summon Felhound - Akuma summon a demonic felhound from the underworld to do his bidding.

Summon Dreadlord - Akuma summon a dreadlord solider that is more powerful that the Felhound, the Dreadlord do whatever the lord of the underworld orders.

Summons Cerberus - Akuma can call forth the guardian of the underworld, Cerberus the all mighty three headed dog.

Weapon: Demon blade. A blade of ancient evil, it has the power to absorb souls, and make the wielder more powerful. It is a blade of pure dark fire, and has a hilt of woven silk and leather. http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/929/sword8sc.jpg

Bio: Akuma wasn't always the Lord he is now. He was once a simple soldier for the Dark Lord Hades. He would go out on random missions for his Lord, and destroy whatever he was told to. On one fateful mission, he was sent to the darkest part of the Omniverse, and told to destroy the power that lad within the cave.

But he couldn't... It was the Demon Blade. It called out to Akuma, telling him of the power he could wield if he was to use it. What Akuma didn't know, was that once someone used the Demon Blade once, a curse would be put upon them. They would have to continue killing and stealing souls to stay 'alive'. It would give them an eternity of hell...

Akuma grabbed the sword, and instantly felt the power surge through his body. He felt like he was invincible. Upon returning to the underworld, Hades asked if Akuma had destroyed the sword, and in false trust, Akuma agreed, giving him the slight chance to kill Hades. He thrust the sword directly into Hades' head, and split his skull everywhere.

Akuma sat in the throne of Hades, and instantly became the Lord of the Underworld. Now he looks for a worthy opponent to test his skills, but as far hasn't found one.

Theme Song: Scars – Papa Roach

[Akuma]

Name: Envy
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Half Human and Half Dark Angel

Appearance: Envy stands at about 5’6 and she has a straight face, with Sliver eyes, and blonde hair, that hangs around her neck. She is a built person, but uses it more for speed than power. Envy has been know as an attractive female, but if you get on the wrong side on her she will kill you within seconds.

Human Form - http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/7791/envycw9.jpg

Dark Angel Form - http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/425...gelformdd8.jpg

Abilities: Darkworld Lighting - Envy charges a ball of black lighting in her hand, then throw's it at her enemy, on impact it will explode causing a massive amount of pain on the enemy.

Black Abyss - Envy form's a mist around her and the enemy, only envy can see when within the mist.

Weapon:
Human Form - Twin Pistol's
Dark Angel Form - Double Ended Battle Axe.

Theme Song: And One – Linkin Park

[Desert Jesus]

I'll back NM up on this one - expect my template tomorrow or tonight.

[Ric]

Awww, I wanted to take them both out by myself T_T

[Desert Jesus]

Fine then . >.>

[Zetsumi]

...Why, it looks as though we have a melee on our hands. Excellent.

I'm going to HAVE to back up my dear friends...<NoMorals> and Desert Jesus.

Heh, nah, just messing with ya. Unfortunatly, guys, Akuma and AoD just so happen to be two of my closest friends IRL. Which means you guys are now officially screwed.

Name: Zetsumi
Title: The God of Death
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Necromantic Spirit

Appearance: Despite his constant use of corpses as host bodies, and the use of willing hosts themselves, Zetsumi always alters his host's appearance to match that of one of his former bodies, a man known as Lei Feng of the Invisible Fist. He always appears as this altered appearance unless he's newly infested a host.

He has long, silver hair, reaching to the small of his back, accentuated by glowing silver eyes. His skin is pale, and corpselike, and stretched thin over his skeleton.
Despite this, he is deciptivly strong, and his Monarch infestation allows him to alter his own body at will. Any organics altered by the Monarch will be a signature slate-grey rather then the pallid colour of Zetsumi's skin.

Battle Attire: Dark Matter, a matter with such a low electromagnetic quality so as to be almost immaterial. But...what if that quality could be altered?
Via Necromatic process, this can be achieved, and Umbra in it's base form is created. This can be further refined to create an actual metal, dubbed Umbrilliam, that is almost impervious to damage. Zetsumi wears an ornate suit of this armour, though without helmet or greaves. In essence, this makes his face one of the only weak points for melee attacks against him. Under this, he wears black, baggy clothes. Never one to reveal his true strengths until the vital moment, Zetsumi wears a long robe over his deadly armour, hiding himself inside it.

Formal Attire: For non-comabat occasions, the armour is unnecessary, though it can be summoned at a moment's notice. Thus, Zetsumi's formal attire is, in essence, his Battle attire without the armour.

Personality: Unlike his onetime friend and ally, Zetsumi knows exactally what he wants: Power. He will stop at nothing to grow stronger, attempting even to transgress his epyonomys 'Perfect' form. He's cruel, sadistic, and utterly emotionless in the endless dance of blood and bodies that is his path to power.

History:

Each of history's greatest monsters had a begining. Thus, not unlike them, the focus of Zetsumi's life is his life itself, not his origin. It is known that he was created from a collection of hatred and despair, and that at some point, he became a self-aware spirit. Eventually he began to posses hosts and use them to develop his power. Until this day, nobody has ever seen his true form.

After a countless number of hosts, he took one worthy of his possesion. His name was Theo, and, a gang-leader in Atheon City, he was one of the more influential members in the city. He also happened to be the victim of a thousand-year old curse that rendered him a monster hiding within the skin of a man. It's oddly ironic that it was within this monster that Zetsumi hid, for a time.

Eventally, Theo was defeated by his Nemesis, a skilled mage, and put into a coma. Unwilling to remain in such a broken and crippled body, Zetsumi took the next person to make contact with Theo: His closest friend and bodyguard, Lei.

Unexpectedly, Lei, who's pure heart was unlike that of any of Zetsumi's previous hosts, threw the Necromathic Spirit's exploits into contrast. Lei taught Zetsumi a great deal, including the name he henceforth took, which, in Lei's native tongue, means 'End of Life'. The ninja never ceased fighting against Zetsumi's control, and as a mark of his respect, Zetsumi took on Lei's image, in all future hosts.

After taking on this image, Zetsumi discarded the mask that had been his trademark for so long. Nothing can be attached to such a source of power without absorbing some of that power itself. The mask took on it's own form, known as 'Masquerade', and began a pretense that it was in fact, it's former master.

Around this same time, Zetsumi was the subject of a spell used to summon forth a doppelganger from the realm of mirrors. This was done by Theo's Nemesis, Chris, in order to kill what he thought to be the final legacy of his foe. Instead, Kagami was created, a being of ordered death rather then the chaotic that Zetsumi sought. It ordained it's summoner as it's first kill, and slaughtered Chris.

Freed by Theo's adoptive son, Vida, Zetsumi took the boy as an apprentice, sensing his potential. However, during one of his plots, Vida was awoken to his master's designs, and left him, taking on the name: Mitsukai. Thus Zetsumi lost his pro'tege.

In time, Zetsumi hunted down and absorbed Masquerade, dramatically increasing his own power. During this period, Kagami was killed by Valyon in such a paradoxical mannder that he was removed from space-time itself, and thus became omnipresent. Drawing his past representations into the present, he fused them into Zetsumi to complete him. Newly empowered, the Necromancer observed a virus sweeping the omniverse: The Butterfly Virus. Not unlike him, it took a host, and used it's corpse as a body, drawing nutrients from it's frame. In time, the virus became far more powerful, and in the end, a group including Zetsumi hunted down the Butterfly Queen specimens, to destroy the drive of the virus. However, before they could kill the final Queen, Zetsumi betrayed them, and sealed them off from himself and the Queen.

Allowing her to infect him, he entered a cocoon, and began to change. However, his cocoon was damaged by his onetime apprentice, Mitsukai, before his evolution was complete. Trapped in an imperfect form, he sought out the DNA he needed to complete his transformation.

In time, after absorbing the necessary human DNA, he completed his evolution, into, surprisingly, a humanoid-dominant form rather then the Butterfly form he envisioned. Capable of altering the whole Butterfly strain, he rechristened them as the Monarch virus.

Now, more powerful then ever, his lust for power still drives him to seek out further empowerment.

Weapon:

Zetsumi has access to several 'weapons', including the ability to form Umbra-based blades, and to use the Monarch to turn his own body into a weapon. In all, he tends to create whatever weapon he happens to need at the time.

Abilities:

Umbra
Dark Matter in a purified form, Zetsumi can create and control it. It can be used to deconstruct or reconstruct any object, from any one point to any other point, and thus is a valid from of teleportation. It also can be condensed into a physical form.

Monarch
The Virus inside Zetsumi grants him rapid regeneration, enhanced abilities, and the ability to alter his own body to any extent. He can duplicate the virus itself, along with the lower forms of it's evolution, and thus can create 'shells', organic constructs mindlessly loyal to him alone. As an added bonus, it is a living creature, and thus serves to protect him from Light, his former major weakness.

Necromancery
Magic based on the use or alteration of the dead, be it corpses, spirits, or the like. Zetsumi was borne of it, and is a master of it's intricies.

Home world: None

Theme song: Skillet - Invincible

Quote: “Never shall my path to power be broken. Each setback only serves to create an oppertunity. I am...Perfect.”

[Ric]

Yargh! That would be sweet, but its on 2 vs. 1. We can make a 3 vs. 2 though =/

[Desert Jesus]

So, I can help you, NM ?

[Ric]

Fine

lol25lol25lol25

[Desert Jesus]

I wouldn't hold any doubts against me or my character, NM... ;D Word to the wise.