D2L vs. Zabazu

[Hip-Hop]

The one we were talking about on chat, I asssume you know the rules. No judges, and I'll post my temp. after you post yours.

EDIT: Since several people have asked for my new character's template I will go ahead and post it now, also because I'm ready to reveal him. So here it is, the first coming of Duncan Zerill

Name: Duncan Zerill II
Nickname: “The Youthful Death”
Quote: “If life is a roller coaster then death is horse, and I’ve taken it by the reigns.”
Age: 284 years
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Occupation: Death God
Residence: The Cave of the Dead, The Underworld
Theme Song: "Giving In" ~ Linkin Park & Adema

~Family~

Parents: Marie, Duncan I – Both Deceased
Siblings: Only Child
Married: N/A
Children: N/A

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 5’11 ½”
Weight: 250 lbs.

Physical Appearance:



Like this, except minus the sword and his hair is deep crimson. Also, the claw armor on his arm is ebony and instead of that shade of purple for the fabric it is an extremely darker shade.

Garments/Armor:

~ Duncan dislikes wearing heavy armor for many reasons. One because it slows him down to a great extent, it’s very hard to achieve true speed and quickness in battle when one is bogged down with 100lbs. of heavy armor. Also because the way he sees it, a true great warrior shouldn’t require armor. For those two reasons he chose to don his current attire, his only armor being that on his left arm. His left arm armor is special and is made of dark matter, which somewhat ties into his magic type. His two long rat-tails are there simply for personal preference; they simply look good to him.

Armaments:

A death god, initially has several different items to choose from, each with their own unique use. These items are called Sendogu, which translates to “death tool”. They each come in different forms, but all grant the same ability, instant death. However, the affects of a Sendogu only exist within a death god’s allocated area.

These are the several forms of Sendogu, some are not listed:
1. Death Note – Whoever’s true name is written in this book while the user pictures their face will simply die in forty seconds, but the user can also determine how the person dies by writing it down. An effective method of extending the period in which you can write how your target dies is to write the cause of death first and then add the name afterward.

2. Amplifier – Much like the death note, the user speaks through this device (which looks like a simple horn) using the targets name and then announcing how they die.

3. Harvester – Also known as a Zanpaku-to some lower death gods, the Edge can be any weapon in existence, but was more commonly used as a sickle for one point in time. Simply, the name of the target does not need to be known, but if they make contact with the weapon then they instantly die.

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.

Duncan chose the “Harvester” Sendogu, in the form of the classic sickle. Although he has been assigned as a reaper to third-dimension Milky Way, it would very difficult to limit a blade to that area. So his sickle applies in all places of the Omniverse. He heard that one of his counter parts, a death god over the first dimension Milky Way named “Mitsukai,” wields the “Gaze” Sendogu.

Fate



His beloved motorcycle, he uses it to transcend to the different dimensions and multiverses of the Omniverse. The bike was given to him by death herself, along with his “Harvester.” When riding through the different planes and such, the wheels glow with an eerily dark light.

Death’s Grip – The claws on the end of his arm armor, Death’s Grip is extremely sharp and able to slice through practically any substance in the omniverse. When in use, they glow in a white light.


~Personality~
Duncan is your usual young kid with extreme power. He is extremely cocky, and is never afraid to dive head first into battle. Always wanting to try new and more exciting things, he has done just about everything that gives you rush there is to do. This is in total contrast to his personality in life, when was considered a nerd and a loner and rarely ever spoke openly with people. Perhaps embracing death gave him some sort of boost in confidence? If you ever get the chance to actually strike up a meaningful conversation with him, you would find out that he has very strong views on life, death, and all that lies between.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes:

- Extreme things, anything that gives an adrenaline rush
- Witty Banter, A thing he is rather good at. He also likes people who are on par with him in this area.
- Battle, he loves to fight and loves strong opponents. A good fight is like poetry to him.

~Dislikes:

- People with “holier than thou” attitudes; heroes
- “happy-go-lucky” people; immature people with a false sense of reality (e.g. people who think goodness triumphs always, people who think life is always just, etc.)
-Old/outdated ways of thinking

~Skills~

Scythe- Duncan is rather good with his scythe. As a matter of fact, to say that he is “rather good” would be the biggest understatement in the history of the Omniverse. He is considered quite possibly to be the greatest warrior ever to wield a scythe; some say his melee scythe skills are on par with that of the great warrior Makyu Eramiss.

Dark Mimic – A type of magic so far only mastered by Duncan, Dark Mimic Magic does just as its name implies. When he became a death god he was told about his hidden magical power inside of him. Skeptical of this, he spoke some incantation to transfer all of this “hidden magic” to his armor. It worked but had a side effect; the magic got trapped there. For a while he thought he could no longer control magic, until one day he was to reap a magic user. Finally bringing to fruition something he had been pondering for awhile, he attempted to do a lightning attack. He did complete it but it was not like normal lightning attacks. The lightning seemed dark and twisted, like a dark version of the normal attack. Through experimentation he found that he could do this with all magics, and thus named his form of magic “Dark Mimic.”

~Biography~

~Birth:

Marie Zerill was 16 years old, and pregnant. A direct result of “date rape,” Marie was 6 months into her pregnancy. For the first few months she had tried to conceal this from her parents, but at this stage that was to no avail. Her parents, being the Quakers that they were, were furious at this and disowned Marie. Kicking her out of the house with not much more than the clothes on her back, they went on with their lives as if they had never had a daughter.

Forced to go to a homeless shelter, she carried out the rest of her days there. Three more months pasted, and she was ready to bear her child. In the hospital room before she went into labor, the doctor told her of her dire situation. Due to complications, Marie would die if she had her baby. Already loving the boy in her womb more than life itself, she chose to still have her baby. Before she went into labor, she told the doctors what name she chose. For lack of a better name, she chose the name of the baby’s father – Duncan. On December 21, 1981 at 12:38 a.m. she went into labor. Four hours later her child was born.

And thus began the story of Duncan Zerill.

~Early Life:

As a small child, none of the other children ever liked Duncan. Growing up at an orphanage, he was never picked by a family. It seemed the whole world was against this boy, and Duncan knew it. Often found talking to himself, he became a strange child. Never wanting to wear any other outfit except for his only black one, he was a bit destructive. Always chopping of the heads of the girls’ dolls and smashing the boys’ cars and trucks to pieces, he took out his suppressed anger on the rest of the world. If there was any one thing he always liked to do, it was read. Duncan loved to read, and read better than most other children. Once he reached schooling age, he always read his assigned books in a matter of days, and it became to a point where he was reading novels at the age of 6. And that was the nature of his first years, destruction, solitude, and books. Nothing more.

At age thirteen, he found himself being drawn to a specific member of the opposing gender. Her name was Stacy Allen, and she was the girl of his dreams. Although not the prettiest girl, she shared his love for fine literature. They used to both read the same novel, and then discuss the finer points of it the next time they saw each other. This was a good time in Duncan’s life, but all good things must come to an end. One night he used the phone in the orphanage to call Stacy, telling her that he needed some company. Although she protested, she ultimately decided to come. But Stacy never made it to the orphanage. The next day, Duncan found out that Stacy had been shot by a stray drive by bullet while walking to the orphanage. Blaming himself, Duncan wept for an entire day. And that is how Duncan now remembers his teenage years, his first introduction of death.

Now eighteen years old, he was too old to live at the orphanage any longer. Forced to live in the homeless shelter where his mother once lived, Duncan tried many a time to get a job, but to no avail. No one would hire him, and this did nothing to boost his self-confidence. He had become obsessed with books about hell and the underworld, pouring over them every chance he got. At any one time he had at least six different demonic symbols on his person, items he stole from people on the street. One day, while walking to the library, a speeding car with a drunk driver came careening around a corner at mind-blowing speeds. Duncan didn’t even had time to move, the car took hit him, cracking his spine and killing him instantly. And thus his death started, a thing he would come to embrace in due time.

~Mid-Life:

Of course, Duncan was sent to hell. For being totally oblivious towards Christianity in life, he was sentenced to eternity in torture. And so for the next two hundred years, he was tortured. The kind of things that were done to him over those long two hundred years was absolutely indescribable, and I certainly will not try to write these words on paper. But while he was in the pit, he was unlike other sinners doomed to be there. He kept his conscious mind throughout the whole thing, which probably doubled the pain but was an extremely unusual thing. He saw things with his conscious mind that no human should be subject to, but did not give into insanity. There was something about Duncan that put him aside from most people, something more…

And so after two hundred years of suffering, Death gave him a chance to do something that 1 in ever goggle people get to do. Duncan could become a god of death. Tapping into his conscious mind, death gave him the chance, and he graciously accepted. Drawing him from the pit, he chose all of his necessary equipment. Because his case so completely abnormal, death even gave him the motorcycle called “Fate” with which to travel. Duncan loved the idea of his new position; it was exactly what he had read about in all of those books long ago. Taking on a new outlook on life, or death rather, Duncan rode out of the gates of hell to start his occupation.

And so it came to pass that Duncan Zerill was a death god, the “Youthful Death.” For the first sixty-six years he remained in his allocated area, reaping the souls of the living; it was only recently that he has decided to travel outwards, and explore what he has been told is called the “Omniverse…”

[Zabazu]

(can we fight in a city?)
Name:Will kungar

Age:17

Race:half-elf/human
personality(optional):he never really stood out,and he always tried to be unnoticed. His mood though, is nothing like his person. When he is noticed and people try to befriend him, he accepts their friendship and is friendly, never questioning it. He often blends into crowds easier than one may imagine.

Gender:Male

Town name:Kerestal

role/class: Assasin/Magi



Weapon:main weapon:
- A blade with a curiously Decorated handle, and sheath with the runes of enchanment and power upon it. It has a long and sturdy blade, which also has runes upon it, and is formed from a titanium, silver- like compound; which is nearly indestructable. It's blade was darkened, and stained to a midnight black. It's name derives from its original owner. It's enchantment- which is of the basic elements, can on the users command can change to one of light, darkness, wind, fire, water, earth, nature , and electricity. He wears it by his hip, and is easily drew.
- Across his left arm is a mithril scale covering, and at the end a metal gauntlet/ arm brace. Either a Handblade made out of Silver, or it can shoot thin and longish needles out of it.
- An antique shotgun, enchanted with heartseeking bullets, and various other enchanments. It's bullets are in a element resistance pouch by his hip. The bullets are enchanted much like the sword. The shotgun is in good condition though.

- He also has several enchanted throwing knives, which different elements to each one.

Weapon name:[sword: agunmont] [shotgun:Shotty][spike-shooter: aros]

Appearance:
He wears a black heavily reinforced Jerkin, with matching black pants, and a grey shit underneath the Jerkin. Then he has a Black leather hood attached to the hood, which is just as durable as the jerkin. His jerkin is suprisingly light-weighted , and can take most elemental and melee attacks.

Bio:He was born in kerestal to a poor family of merchants who could never really pay to keep enough food on the table. Hungry and alone, one day(around the age of 9) he had set off in search of food, sneaking into a building that looked abandoned, hoping he could find something there. What he found was a guild. They immediatly abducted him and tortured him, asking him how he had found their secret guild hall.They whipped him and shocked him with cold water until he made up a lie about his father(who was a merchant) was looking for them and wanted to trade. They immediatly took Will, and his family searched for years, and years. His family was killed by the same assasins the same month in a contract hit on them. Will learned this years later and this sparked his eventual escape
eventually the guild leader realized Will's potential, and took Will underneath his wing, teaching him everything he knew.Will eventually rose to a high rank...The Elites, and was easily one of the best assassin's in there, he didn't even leave a trace on the job. One day after all his training was complete,Will fed up with his life and the killing enacted a escape, and being one of the Elite, easily escaped, unnoticed, except by maybe two dead guards.He is now living in the sewers, evading the guild - master's assassins that are sent after him.He now lives in the sewers of kerestsal, hoping he will eventually get out of the city. In the sewers he met a man, who he first thought was crazy; but turned out to be the most sane man he knew. This man's name was Jerim, a master of the arts of the magi, and shadows. He taught Will all he knew before his death at the hands of a elite who was going after Will. Will picked up his things, and several books of magic from Jerim, buried them, and then left the city. He immediatly went traveling around the world of Haraft with the yearning of exploring within him. He traveled around hiferta and learned many things.

extra talents:
-elven sight(can see heat around the person)
- increased agillity and durabillity.
- evasiveness increased
- Magic masteries

(Ill edit this with the post later...)

[Hip-Hop]

yes, and you forgot your character's name =/

[Hip-Hop]

Sorry for the double post but I wanted to bump the thread to be sure you noticed it.

Arena: Thebes

An ancient greek city bustling with people, Thebes is an ancient metropilos(sp?). Full of ancient greek pillar holding up buildings, small huts for trading, and of course people, the people of Thebes are used to one or two beings of power being around.

You make first post as promised.

[Zabazu]

Will silently stared down at the streets of Thebe from a tall building held up with pillars. He walked back to the center of the roof, and knelt down, not sure of what was happening. A small squirrel looked at him in caution. It was infront of its nest with several small babies in it. Will heard a commotion down in the streets, and immediatly ran to the edge of the building.

A thief ran through the streets, with a purse of gold in his hand. Will muttered something, and then went back to his place on the roof. A makeshift hut was on it, and Will went under the cloth that made up the roof. This place was his home, for the time beign, and no one knew of it.

A sudden shadow swooped onto the cloth, and ripped it from the hut. A hawk flew away, with the cloth to make a nest. Will would not let it get far. He raised his left palm and muttured a word, a small spike shooting out of his hand and killed the bird. It fell from the air with a screech, and onto the crowd below. Will heard a woman scream about the bird, and a small commotion. Will then sat down again.

Rain started to fall upon Thebes. Will in anger stared at the sky, and muttured a curse. He then got up, and stared around. Will pulled out his sword. He had a sudden suspicion.

[Hip-Hop]

Riding a motorcycle through the Omniverse was fun, very fun. Now, I don't think the living would understand how much fun this was, but Duncan sure as hell did. The roaring of the bikes engine was a low hum, a sort of tune of his travels. Duncan liked the sound, and he had for the past sixty-six years. See, Duncan was a Death God, a newly appointed Death God. For two hundred years he had suffered the agonies of hell with a concious mind, and now he was reaping the benefits. For the past sixty-six years he had been getting used to his new position, fine tuning his scythe and magic skills and testing his limits. Now he felt himself confident enough to use his bike to it's true potential, and travel the Omniverse. And he liked it.

Ripping into the dimension that was to be his first battle field, Duncan continued driving straight towards a tall building. He noticed that the city was ancient, with a very low level of technology.

Hmph, Thebes. So under developed.

He continued riding towards the building, numerous people stoping and staring at his bike as he blazed through the dirt streets. Almost running into the building pillar, he pulled up on the front of his bike and it's wheel planted on the surface of the pillar. Reving his engine, he drove up the pillar.

God I love doing that.

Flying into the air off the top of the pillar, Duncan repositioned the bike in the air so that the bottom was congruent with the top of the building. Landing with a thud, he saw that there was a small cloth shack in front of him.

"Hello, anyone home? Guess I'll find out."

Duncan got off his bike and raised his armored left hand. Summoning some of his trapped magical power, Duncan sent a bolt of electricity straight towards the shack. The bolt was enough to destroy the shack and do some damage to anyone inside of it.

"Just thought I'd say hello!"

[Zabazu]

A shock of lightning sped towards Will. Will positioned his blade to go out infront of him. The lightning struck the blade, and the blade absorbed the power, yellow electrcity now crackling arounf the obsidian blade. Will looked at his opponent, and raised the arm with his spike-shooter and armblade, and then shot out several spikes, two of which were aimed at the mans head, the others to various parts of him body.

Will then jumped back and sheathed his blade in its sheath. He activated his handblade for close quarters, and slung off his shotguns to his hands. He then aimed quickly at the man who had destroyed his makeshift home. He held his breath, and then shot off about three bullets, one of fire, one of ice, and another of darkness.

Will then slung it back onto his back. He stared at the man, in disgust and wonder. Who is this man? He thought. He looked at the mans appearacne more closely, and saw his sickle(on his back?) and his attire. From the aura he sensed he could guess WHAT this man was. He was a Death God. Will slightly trembled at the thought of it. Recollecting hsi knowledge of them, he knew one thing about their blades. They kill on touch.

Will awaited his opponents attack, in fear of what could happen if the blade touched him. The man had a ominous aura about him. Fitting for a Death God. Will looked to the ground, and spit. This would be a battle to remember... If he didn't die that is. Will unsheathed his obsidian blade. This time an aura of light, surronded it Will raised it with his arm to a perfect 90 degrees. He pointed it to his opponent, and then said.

" Suck it "

[Hip-Hop]

OOC: Not on his person at all, he materializes the scythe. I should've specified that in his temp. my apologizes. You don't have to edit that post though.

IC:

Right on contact, perfect.

Duncan thought that he had already won, seeing his bolt of lighting destroy the small hut. Taking a closer look, he saw his opponent had absorbed the strike somehow with his obsidian blade. That might get annoying, thought Duncan about the magic absorbing sword. He then noticed the man shoot several spikes from his arm and elemental bullets from his shotgun. Time to try that new technique, he thought. Duncan streched out his right hand and hastily materialized his scythe in it. Turning it sideways, Duncan used both hands to spin the weapon in front of him at amazing speeds, deterring all the projectiles sent at him.

"You're gonna have to do better than that."

Jumping high into the air, Duncan traveled over his opponents head. When he reached the point that he was directly above his opponents head, he extended his left arm and shot a ball of dark fire at him from above. Landing several feet behind him, Duncan readied his scythe. He did not now exactly how great his opponents power was, but his cockiness told him it was nowhere near his own.

"By the way, you never did tell me your name."

[Zabazu]

He had seen his opponent jump, and had seen him go towards him. Will followed the mans motion, bewaring his opponents blade that could appear at any moment. Will brought his sword up, aware of his opponent, and predetermined he would come down with his blade when he was above Will. Will was somewhat wrong. A burst of dark flame had been shot down upon Will. Will brought his blade up towards he ball of dark flame. It connected with it, and the flame split. Part of it hit him, and burned him in the arm. He cringed in pain.

His opponent had gotten behind him. Will turned to him, and held out his obsidian blade, which held a white aura around it. Of light. Will activated his handblade, and held the two out in a X formation, for defense. Will laughed, and said to his opponent. "MY name is Will, and yours?"

He then ran towards his opponent, and jumped into the air before he was a weapons length away. He raised his handblade in attack, and shot out bolts of ice from it, at several parts of his opponents body. He landed behind his opoonent, almost mimicing his opponents move.

Will pulled out three throwing knifes, and threw each of them at his opponent. They all flared with fire, and ice. Will turned to the edge of the building, and jumped off. He landed in the busy marketplace below, and ran into the crowd, not looking back. He went into a dark building, seemingly condemned. Will pressed his back against the wall next to the entrance way, and waited, his shotgun drawn. His blade sheathed, and his armblade still out.

Will silently prepared a magical spell, waiting for his Death God opponent.

[Hip-Hop]

I knew that blade would get annoying.

Duncan saw the blade split his fire ball inhalf, but was pleased with the fact that it had somewhat connected. his opponent then mimiced his movements, almost in mockery of Duncan. Bastard. His opponent, whom Duncan now knew to be "Will," had shot ice at him. After he had landed, Will had thrown some of his familiar knives at him, charged with the powers of ice and fire. Thinking on his feet, the Death God pointied his left arm downwards. Blowing a hole in the roof below him, Duncan fell through it just before the projectiles hit. he heard them collide with eachother above him.

Now where'd the little bugger get off to?

Calmly closing his eyes, Duncan sensed where Will power was coming from. Walking out of the fron of the building, Duncan kept his eyes closed and walking, his only guidance his opponents power. Eventually, He came to a door in a small building.

"You can run but you can't hide."

Rasing his left hand into the air, he gathered up his magical energy into a ball of dark fire. Similar to the one he had just used expect ten times larger, the ball was more than enough to destroy the puny building. Jumping backwards into the air, Duncan slung the ball at the edifice. Making contact, the dark fire ball destroyed the building. Turning his back to the rubble of the explosion and walking away, Duncan uttered what he thought were his final words to his opponent.

"Checkmate. And, as you asked, my name is Duncan."

OOC: here's a little fun fact for you, I chose Duncan because it means "Dark Warrior" in Celtic.

[Antlion]

Owch. Owch. No offense, but after roleplaying for minimal months, you jump to a death god character that Mitsukai had worked much longer and harder for?


I can't say I approve.

[Zabazu]

ooc: I'll edit this with my post later

[Zabazu]

The building around Will started to collapse, and rubble started to fall down. Will could only mutter one thing, of which was a curse before a rock fell upon his head, and made him realize the gravity of the situation. Will raised his hand and a small orb formed in it, it expanding with each millisecond. It soon encircled Will, and rock covered its entire surface. He was buried. He then decided to supprese his power for the time being so his opponent would not know that he was alive.

His power then was sheilded by being sensed by a spell, of which was a combination of illusion, and holy magic. will sat down, and bandaged his head, giving himself time to close his wounds with magic. Will stood up after about 10 minutes, and grabbed his sword by the handle. He raised it into the air above his, and stabbed it through the barrier, of which things could go out, but not in. It collided with the rock, and slowly the rock started to rush to the blade, forming a large spiked ball, smooth at some parts, and at others rough, and fatal. He then used his magic, siphoned through the blade to send it off at the Death God, who had said rather loudly his name was Duncan.

The ball hurtled itself at Duncan, and in the meantime, Will grabbed some throwing knives with his free hand, and flung about three at Duncan, one or two of fire (two), and the third as electricity. They flew as fast as they could, going directly to their target.Will dismissed his sheild, it's power already ebbing, and raised his blade to his side, and pointed it at duncan as he did earlier. He handblade switched out in a flurry of motion. Will charged at Duncan, using all of his speed. Sweat poured from his head, and onto the ground. He was going for the win.

[Hip-Hop]

I'm getting bored with this, time to end it.

Duncan knew all along that Will had survived the attack, the whole walking away thing was just for effect. Over his shoulder, he saw a ball of earth fly at him along with some more of his opponents elemental throwing knives. Quickly materializing his scythe in his hand, Duncan spun around and slashed side ways in the air; the act slicing the ball of earth in half. Now jumping as he had before, he dodged not only the knives but Will as well who had charged at him sword drawn. Landing behind Will and facing his back, he saw his opponent still rnning because of his momentum. Duncan decided to speak some last words to Will.

"You are a young warrior, and have great power for your current skill level. I know that in time you will grow to become a great and even more powerful warrior. As for this battle I'm afraid, you lose.

Summoning a vast amount of his trapped magical energy, Duncan's armored left hand began to glow with an eerie dark light. Slamming his hand on the ground, sent all of the energy into the ripping through the ground into the planet's core. The raw magic, Duncan judged, would take about thirty seconds to reach to the core, at which time it cause the planet to implode. Duncan explained the dire situation to his opponent, and then ran back in the direction of the building with his bike on it.

20 Seconds...

Deciding to have some fun with the inhabitants of this planet in their last seconds, Duncan took out his scythe and cut down every person who passed him as he ran.

God I love being me.

10 seconds...

Sticking his scythe into the pillar of the building, Duncan used it to catapult himself to the roof. Hopping on his motorcyle once again, Duncan revved the engine and began to ride. The wheel began to glow with their familar eerie light, and Duncan took off, out of the planets atmosphere. Couting down the seconds, Duncan smirked to himself.

3.... 2... 1....

Boom.

OOC: Good match man, only reason I ended it like this was because I wanted to focus on Reckless Chaos right now. Any other time I would'nt have resorted to this. You really are good though, keep practicing and you'll become one of the greats.

[Ragione]

Umm... wow.

You destroyed the planet?

Where in your template did it say you could do that? And your post didn't even explain how. Just boom...

I sense uber uber godmodding. Wanting to have more focus on a different battle is no excuse. If you can't handle it, put it on hold or surrender. Don't use some BS move to try to keep your "roleplaying reputation".

Changing of your post should commence, if I were you.