Astronomical Shoutout

[Breakdown]

Thou hast been warned.

Christmas calls attention, and I have decided to create an 'event.' This is a shoutout to those RP'ers of this forum, the best of the best. Perhaps some will not take part, but I hope we can present a battle, one of Astronomical size to this forum we know as KingdomHeartsInsider.

What is so special? This entire event will be broken off into two teams. A clash of supermancy of the forum. New friends arise, and old friends turn.

Team 1-

Team 2-

This decision is up to you. Will you join, or flee? Rules, I hope, must not be stated. This is an invite battle to 8 people. ONLY eight.

Lord of Chaos
Endless Deviod
Zetsumi
Mitsukai
Fatal Advent
Desert Jesus
Breakdown
Blackest Night

[Desert Jesus]

I'm in. ;D I may just create a new character for this... Expect some..thing "astronomical."

[Antlion]

Ooh. Im in. How do you break up the teams?

[Hip-Hop]

Oh I'm so kicking your ass for this Ed. I'm not invited. Not saying I could beat each and everyone of you (The only ones I don't think I could beat are LoC, ED, and Zets. Maybe Mits, but not as much as the other three) I would just so love to fight against all of you at once (or half of you). So yeah, once my new char, is finished (His name is Marik...) expect to be the first person I call out Ed. just warning you ;^)

[Antlion]

Oh I'm so kicking your ass for this Ed. I'm not invited. Not saying I could beat each and everyone of you (The only ones I don't think I could beat are LoC, ED, and Zets. Maybe Mits, but not as much as the other three) I would just so love to fight against all of you at once (or half of you). So yeah, once my new char, is finished (His name is Marik...) expect to be the first person I call out Ed. just warning you ;^)

You know the other 5 are going to verbally rape you for that. Cockiness is another unfortunate side effect of hunger, don't jump the gun young skywalker.

[justme3]

Originally Posted by DARKNESS-2-LIGHT

Oh I'm so kicking your ass for this Ed. I'm not invited. Not saying I could beat each and everyone of you (The only ones I don't think I could beat are LoC, ED, and Zets. Maybe Mits, but not as much as the other three) I would just so love to fight against all of you at once (or half of you). So yeah, once my new char, is finished (His name is Marik...) expect to be the first person I call out Ed. just warning you ;^)

Given recent happenings in my life, I must say that such humour is appreciated. Any one of those people that you could supposedly defeat could absolutely destroy you while roleplaying a stale piece of bread.

This is not meant as a challenge to you, it's simply the truth. There's a reason why you weren't chosen.

[Zetsumi]

D2L...you're a fool. Mitsukai's even better then me, so if you don't think you could take me, he'd obliterate you.

A stale piece of bread? I'll use a character somewhat more...classical.

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.”

[Jet_Fire]

Breakdown, I know I wasn't on the list of invites, but if one drops or declines, I will gladly step up. I've been dying to test a new character out.... :D

[JUSTICE]

OOC: Unfortunately Breakdown my good friend, Mitsukai had a little run in with the Self-Proclaimed God of Death. The dearly departed... how we'll miss them.

I'll be taking his place.

Oh and Desert Jesus, I have to say that I admire your template style to the extent that I've decided to use it for my character, Zenith. I hope you percieve this as an act of praise and admiration, rather than... say, theft. ^_^

And what're ya talkin' about Zets? You're obviously the superior roleplayer, that's why you defeated Mitsukai.
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~Basics~

Name: Mitsukai
Nickname: Mits – The White Death.
Quote: “I don’t know what I want… anymore.”
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Death God.
Home world: Earth
Theme Song: My Chemical Romance – Thankyou for the Venom.

~Family~

Parents: Mother – Yuet. Father – Taihumat. Adopted Father – Theo.
Siblings: N/A
Married: N/A
Children: N/A

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 6’1”
Weight: 121 lbs

Physical Appearance: Link

Garments/Armour: Link

Armaments:

A Death God has a specific tool for killing; these are known as Sendogu, which literally translate to “Death Tool”. Some may choose their Sendogu; others are merely presented with one.

These are the several forms of Sendogu, some are not listed:
1. Death Note – Whomever’s true name is written in the pages of this book will die. How someone will die can also be specified.
2. Amplifier – Similar to the Death Note, the name of the target needs to be spoken through this horn, and they will die.
3. Harvester – Also known as a Zanpaku-to to some lower death gods, the Harvester is a melee weapon that can take any shape. Whoever touches it dies, apart from the Death God of course.
4. Deal – While not exactly an instant death, the use of a deal, which is fulfilled through a contract, allows the target to gain something of their choosing (though the contents of the deal are entirely up to the death god) but in return the death god is granted possession of the target’s soul. So all the death god needs to do is pass the time until the target dies. Different to collective redemption, a deal allows possession of anyone’s soul, regardless of whether they are good or evil.
5. Gaze – Quite simply, whomever the death god sees through their death god eyes will die. However, it will not work if the death god has one eye closed, or their view is obstructed.

Mitsukai chose Gaze. He never uses it.

~Personality~

The disturbingly poetic sorrow of darkness and despair is Mitsukai’s very being. Apathy above all, towards the rest of the world around him, and at times to himself, he acts with thought, but without reason. He has no idea what he wants anymore. However, his temper is nothing to overlook, those who get in his way, those who annoy him, will be crushed. Mitsukai refuses to embrace his past, everyone he knew, everything he has done has become a mere memory, a forever rejected truth.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes:
- Death.
- Darkness.
- Solitude.

~Dislikes:
- Life.
- Light.
- Company.

~Skills~

Power of Word
A means of channelling Death’s power, these are ancient invocations that require the uttering of a word; a powerful focus; and a sufficient amount of magic potential, to produce a variety of destructive effects. Depending on the skill of the user, a focus may not be necessary.

Illusion Magic
Manipulation of the light received through a targets retina to produce faux perception; basically false imagery.

Chi Manipulation
In all essence, chi is simply another name for soul energy. Chi keeps the living alive, but too much can kill you if your body cannot handle it, thus the body must be trained in its use. Many of Mitsukai’s martial art techniques rely heavily on the use of chi.

Mental Prowess
Psychic ability, mental manipulation, whatever you want to call it. Mitsukai has honed his mental capabilities through a series of mental exercises; ultimately improving his control over his own chi. This doesn’t mean he is only limited to chi control, as he has developed powerful psychic ability, and can control the world around him with it.

Particle Manipulation
Combining both chi and mental manipulation, Mitsukai uses chi and his psychic ability to alter molecules, atoms and the particles they are made up of. He finds it easiest to use on himself, allowing him the ability of transmogrification.

Collective Redemption
Though only some death gods actually use it, it is quite the useful skill for the aspiring spiritmancer. Then again, it isn’t so much an ability as it is a perk, it grants a death god the right to take claim to an evil soul that would otherwise be sent to hell. It’s because evil souls are worthless, and nobody likes them. They can be kept in bottles, gems and other various things.

Dangan
The user compresses their chi into a solidified form, and fires it at their opponent. Higher levels of the technique can be fired in the form of a wave, and may incinerate or even disintegrate anything in its path with an unnatural heat.


~Biography~

{R}-e-[w]_r_(i)*t*-e-

What happened?

Other… life?

I’m a… what?

Harbinger of Bereavement.

Who am I?

Do I really wanna remember?

No.

Delete. Rewrite it.

Another lost soul, death born in darkness, and there he will stay for the rest of his death, the remainder of his existence. That had been her plan, and that was the existence he would come to accept. He didn’t mind, he didn’t care, and he didn’t understand anyway, nothing made sense anymore.

Embraced by Death, Mitsukai became a true angel, an angel of death, a soul reaper, a shinigami, a death god. Many names, one duty: to guide the dearly departed to the afterlife, and their judgement, where Mitsukai should’ve gone. Why didn’t he go there, like everyone else? Was he like everyone else? Perhaps he’d care to remember… no. He can’t. He won’t.

***

Serpentine, taciturn, yet elegant and sophisticated, a dark figure clad in an even darker set of accoutrements weaved his way through crowds of the noticeably transparent and dearly departed, if both were not already distinguished as the same thing. In and out, without a sound, and without contact, his movements had grace written all over them, as if the ground he trod on was not solid at all, but in fact made of air, however thick.

He had a certain aura about him too, but it seemed that, in contrast to his female counterpart, an undeniable beauty descending from the gargantuan staircase that lead into the ballroom, he was but a spec of dust on the canvas of a much more magnificent art piece.

She moved just as he did, if not with a greater sense of elegance. Adorned in a seemingly intricately designed but nonetheless rather simple dress of the deepest black, which ran ruffles past her waist and down to her feet, before dragging along the marble ballroom floor, she and he stood out quite noticeably in comparison to those present in the ballroom, and the rest of the world.

The ballroom itself was unlike any other, crafted entirely out of obsidian ore, the spirits of the damned seemed to flow through its walls and various cracks, like blood through veins. Regardless, everything was so perfect, so beautiful in such an eerie manner, a piece of gothic architecture to truly be admired.

The souls who had taken form and danced with one another on the marble stone floor were a translucent shade of white, whose glow together filled the entire ballroom and formed quite the spectacle.

However slowly the two progressed toward one another, it was not very long at all until they finally came into contact. Nevertheless, they continued their pace, gliding straight past each other until their right arms interlocked with one another’s, they performed a half-turn, and then proceeded with a classical Viennese Waltz, an Omniversal form of dance taught to many a civilisation.

‘Mitsukai,’ said she, in a melodic tone.
‘Death,’ was his reply, not so much in song.
‘How long has it been, five or six years?’
‘You know exactly how long, spare me your trickery.’
‘But won’t I seem more… human, that way?’

Mitsukai maintained his silence, unaffected as it seemed. He had no care for mortality, not anymore. No care for anything, or anyone. The two broke apart from each other, their slender hands running along each others arms before they met one another, and held each other tightly in a sort of vice-grip, squeezing harder and harder, yet none of them giving signs of withheld pain, before Death spun into Mitsukai’s arms, her back resting against his chest, and her eyes meeting his. She laughed childishly, while he remained indifferent.

‘There there Mitsukai, there’s no need to be so apathetic,’ she teased.
‘I have no reason to fear you anymore, to fear anything,’ he retorted.
‘Hah, poor you, you’ll soon realise that it has nothing to do with whether you fear me or not. Fear is a mere concept, an illusion brought upon the mind by greed and attachment. Your so called “fear”, or lack thereof, cannot deter you from your intended path. My intended path, for you.’

With that, the two drifted from each other once more, and familiarised themselves with their new dancing partners. Mitsukai soon lost all interest, and breaking away from his young and bashful associate, he glided through the crowds, quite literally now, in a withheld rage, before departing from the obsidian citadel altogether.

No matter what sick and contorted path you have in mind for me, it will be the path I avoid at all costs. I will determine my own existence!

[Antlion]

My new character, I have kind have been building him from scratch...meaning ED's Fog of Dark Light battle has a lot to do with him. I suppose he could still be used, although his powers aren't....clearly outlined.

~~~

~Basics~

Name: Daiyate Allelite (Day-Ah-Tay Ale-lite) or Dai for short.
Nickname: “The Anti-Hero of Animus”
Quote: “I am one of the rare beings that gained perfection artificially...hate me if you wish.”
Age: 624 years of age, although Daiyate is no longer restricted by time constraints.
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Home World: Edalia
Current Residence: Traveling constantly, Daiyate finds refuge in the Nexus occasionally.
Race: Edalian/Demi-God
Occupation: Omniversal Vagabond
Theme Song: “Friends and Alibis” by Escape the Fate


~Family~

Father: Prince Samuel VII {Missing}
Mother: : Narcissa Lafurnt {Missing, Presumed Dead}
Siblings: It is unknown if Daiyate’s parents had children after running away. Presumably not.
Married: N/A
Children: N/A


~Likes/Dislikes~

Likes:
The pride of winning/accomplishment.
Festive gatherings.
Knowing he made a difference.
Women.


Dislikes:
Being confused/oblivious.
Feeling alone.
Pain, being defeated.
Disapproval from others.



~Appearance Basics~

Height: 5'11 feet.
Weight: 195 lbs.

~Defining Characteristics~

Appearance/Armor:
Daiyate is slightly pale, constantly wearing an indifferent expression on his face, 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 military collar jacket holding several projectiles. His pants are basic black slacks, tight around his ankles to give more room for the armor.

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.



~Armaments~

Daiyate carries few weapons around for light travel, but does keep a few tools with him. Sheathed on his back, under his jacket, is a pair of long, curved scimitars. Being ambidextrous, he utilizes both. The blades are made of blinding white pearls, and he calls them, “The Twin Tragedies”. Among these are the basic shurikens, kunai, and other lethal ninja weapons he uses at deadly accuracy. Besides using these prized weapons, he can create weapons from the ground by transmuting the earth.



~Skills/Abilities~
As a descendant of Nature, Daiyate was blessed with what seems to be “omnipotence” in anything intertwining with Earth or Nature. Firstly, he can manipulate, strengthen, or weaken any mundane, magical, and inanimate solids. This is commonly referred to as Alteration, or Transmutation. It consists of dissipating and recombining the molecular structure of an object, basically dissecting it in moments. He can also manipulate the form of matter of any of the above mentioned items, ranging from solid, liquid, and gas. All of this involves changing and exposing the billions of particles and molecules that make up an object, hardening it, separating it, and destroying it at will. This gives him a sense of comfort as he duels, utilizing virtually any aspect of the arena to fight for his life. On the other hand, anything that is living, or exists as a being with a soul can not be manipulated. Daiyate also has strange effects on the environment with his Nature element. Daiyate can control the weather, as well as how light or dark it is outside.


~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. He was too humble to be considered a genius by many.

As he went through his life as an outsider, never missing a dead-on 100% on any 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, 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 “Los Angeles, California”. Currency seemed much more simple on Earth than it was on Edalia, so he sufficed.

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.

[Zetsumi]

BN won't join. I can tell you that much.

Looks like we might be in the market for a replacement...Jet, I'm interested in seeing how you've improved.

And RoA...don't give me that bullshit. I never beat Mitsukai. Our battle still hasn't concluded.

[Hip-Hop]

Cockiness huh? I'm not cocky, just confident in my abilities. Not saying that all of you aren't good RPer, and not even saying I could indefinetely defeat you all while making-out with my G/F at the same time, I'm just saying that i do believe that i could (if not beat them) put up one hell of a fight. I'm mean even Mits was defeated. I would say I'd fight one of my unnamed people right now, but I'm not battling anymore untill Marik's template is completed. So I'll just say good luck to you all and may the best team win. I'm still calling out BD and FA once I start battling again though ;^).


p.s.

FA I think the way you did your temp. kicks-ass so mind if I borrow it for Marik?

[Antlion]

You mean the description of each individual trait in italics? Fire away...

[Blackest Night]

Zetsumi was right, I shan't join. I would very much like to hone my skill before going up against any of those on the list above. I am just very, very slow in that department.

Allow me to become better, than I shall test my luck eventually.

[Jet_Fire]

Ok, so I can join then? I hope so.... I'd really prefer to be with Zetsumi also...