Feeling the way that everyone should. Those I must...

[JUSTICE]

Kill.

The Challenged.

1. Darkness-2-Light - You think you can beat Mitsukai? Well here's your chance.

2. Fatal Advent - You're annoying? ^_^
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3. The Black Priest
4. <NoMorals>
5. Grandmaster_Chris
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- You Three know what you've done... or should I say, haven't done?

The Plot

Oh yes, one vs. five, I'm so undeniably and unarguably great. >.>
Let's get one thing straight here, this isn't about me. Oh wait, it is.

But if we were to in some way interpret this situation in an entirely different manner than initially suggested, then you would all realise... that this is about me?

Just know that, no wrong can come from this. Nothing is wrong. Ever.

I'll be using Mitsukai. Surprised? I have a new name, but I haven't changed... too much. Mitsukai is a fictional representation of the human wreckage that is me. He never really knew what he wanted, and has been manipulated and controlled throughout the course of his entire life.

Things might change, but that means nothing to you five.

The Rules.

Do not need to be explained.
However, if rules are not stated, then they have no power.
- No Powerplaying/Godmoding.
- Oh wait, that's it.

The Judges.

- Blahmaster
- Endless Devoid
- Lord of Chaos

The Idea.

I like music. In fact, I love music. I'd hate a world without sound. So let's all post a theme for each of our responses at the beginning of each post, once the battle begins. I'd very much like to know what kind of music you all listen to.

The Setting.

Thraea. Once an anagram of the word "Earth", an extra "a" was added, and it became so much more. A futuristic planet teeming with life, think the human chimeras of Full Metal Alchemist are the inhabitants, and the world itself is an analogy of Gotham City in the year three thousand.
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I'll post my biography once I get a reasonable response.

[Antlion]

Annoying?


Care to elaborate?
If this has to do with me merely pointing out D2L kind of...copyed and pasted that Death God characters skills...that was the only thing I ever related back towards you.


Doesn't mean I won't participate, of course.

Too mind boggling too rip apart at the moment, since it is 8:00 am...

-.-

[Ragione]

... I wonder why Trigger was challenged. Anyways, I'll judge. If you "use" Mitsukai, this could easily be a bloodfest.

Edit: Oh yes, clan points. Fun fun fun.

[Zearth]

Damn. So your plan is already setting in motion? I see what your doing here. It will really screw up my plans if I lose this. Its just way too risky. But if I let you win, You'll just gain even more points. I dunno, but I can't afford to be assimilated into your clan. I have my own.

[Endless Devoid]

Hehe, naturally as I see this being, among other things, massive collaborative of points for Mitsukai if he wins, I'll offer to judge. I WILL be objective, however, so don't expect any favors.

[Ric]

Eh, I wasn't able to get in contact and just gave up. That and I completly forgot. Alright, lets go then.

[Antlion]

Unfortunately, I left a huge part of Daiyate's biography up to ED's Part 2 fight. So he is still a bit vague. =/

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~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
Weight: 195

~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~ -----------------------UNFINISHED-----------------

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.

Onwards:
One lonely night, Daiyate was abruptly awoken from a vicious banging on his door in the middle of the night. It was almost comical, expecting a late night guest and getting a morbid monster attempting to turn him into mincemeat. Making a low pitched shriek in his lonely Los Angeles apartment, he backed up. It took a swing with it's axe, and he performed a backflip. He landed with one hand on the ground, and thrusted his palm foward. A small flame, perhaps adequate for a lighter, began circling the creature. It grew larger, and more fierce, and within five seconds, it engulfed the minion in flames. They suddenly dissappeared, though, and Daiyate cautiously took a look outside. That was one of his new powers...the element of Fire.

He had a strange urge that he was meant to do something on this night. Daiyate sensed a portal of some sort in the proximity. After fighting through several zombies, he fell in with a man named Ambrose. It seemed that a very strong being, named Makyu, was attempting to put Earth into ruin by destroying the gates of Heaven and Hell. The first thing Ambrose had said to him was “My name is Ambrose, and we must make haste – an unseen war brews as we speak, and I plan on ending it.”

Ambrose had proved to be a hero throughout the whole battle. As thousands of minions were summoned, including Orochimaru, Dark Shenron, Sephiroth, and heroes such as Raine Xamsalp and Glade La’terre, they fought gallantly with the help of a few other select heroes, but it was not enough. Earth seemed as if it was destroyed by a rippling shockwave, as Makyu single handedly cracked the gates of Hell. At 11:00, nearing midnight, Earth as a whole was totally destroyed by the cataclysm that unfolded Then...

Everything went dark.
Daiyate and three others seemed to be transferred into a totally different void...one of Hell’s many eternal black voids. They were with a creature scarcely spoken about. It was Setekh, the Egyptian God of Chaos. All of the others except these four were de-consecrated in their souls, and it seemed like they strangely enough were destined to survive if they lived through that. The two new guests, Faible and Gabriel, were unconscious along with Ambrose and Daiyate. He woke up first, greeted by the viper form of Set.

[JUSTICE]

Originally Posted by Fatal Advent

Care to elaborate?

Not really.

Just need to hear from the others before we can start this. Nice response so far.

[Hip-Hop]

OOC: Here comes the champ... xD And RoA, I might not beat you but expect one hell of a fight to the bitter end. And FA the ONLY and I mean ONLY reason I copied that from Mitsukai's bio was because RoA wasn't using Mitsukai anymore and I thought that that information on Sendogu should be in someone's template so why not mine?

EDIt: thankyou for this battle because it will become part of Duncan's template.
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I was about to use my new character, but I just realized that you probably wanted me to use Duncan o.o


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:
"Situations" -Escape The Fate

~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.

~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.

~Death:

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…”

[JUSTICE]

I do not care that D-2-L is using a Death God character. I created an Omniversal definition for Elite Death Gods in the hopes that someone would use them. It's nothing to take credit for really, in all essence I've simply taken each concept of a Death God from various manga and other literary works and unified them. Still, some things have yet to be specified, and due to my lack of effort I've been rather vague on them.

-My Biography will go here later.-

[Zearth]

If it wasn't obvious enough, I decline. I don't do well against Godmodded charas =/

[Lord of Chaos]

They're not God Modded Characters. Just because we think on a different level of power and ability than you do and, for that matter, don't think in relative terms, does not a God Mode Chara make.

Anyway... Mitsukai, calm the Hell down. You know you're better than pretty much all (maybe not FA) the people you've challenged. They make a comment about you? Oh well, blow it off and brag about how badly you can kick their asses (that's what I do, and if necessary (hardly ever is) I prove it).

As for the people in this fight. Well, one namely.

D2L...

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Er, what the Hell's gotten into you? You'd not have a chance in the 9 Levels of the Main Hell to beat him. =/ The kid's way out of your league, he just doesn't show it. You can't beat Fatal Advent either... I don't know who The Black Priest is, never seen him fight, but I hear good things, so it vaguely defines a thought to my atterested intellect that you could beat him. You keep this up, and you're gonna have everyone in the forum wanting to kill you.


-- That all the side, if there's still a spot, I'll judge.

[Hip-Hop]

I'm gonna have everyone on the forum wanting to kill me? Like you're one to talk. Almost every person I talk to on this forum thinks you just godmod you're way to victory, and most want to kill you.

"ZOMFG YOU DIE JUST BECAUSE I EXIST LOL. FCUKING N00BS I AM TEH UBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11"

=/ Don't go preaching to me about what you think I can and can't do just because you think you're all big and bad. I'm not afraid of you, the only reason I don't want to fight you is because you make up bullshit characters like that that godmod like there's no tomorrow. Also if you read my post I said...

Here comes the champ... xD And RoA, I might not beat you but expect one hell of a fight to the bitter end.

I never said I could indefinetely beat RoA, I did say I wouldn't be a pushover. As for me beating FA, I don't know I might I might not (we never finished our battle). I have nothing against FA anymore so I'm not trying to totally wipe him off the face of planet. God LoC now I see why DJ called you condescending.

I could really care less if you judged but please keep your non-important, petty, ignorant, condescending comments to yourself.

[Endless Devoid]

Both of you need to breathe, and D2L, don't talk about things you are unaware of. Anyone who has actually SEEN him battle and has fought him themselves can tell the difference in whether it is god-modding or not, and it just so happens that none of the people who had the balls to fight him have claimed it.

Also, LoC, I don't think Mits is in this for the sole purpose of blowing off steam on people he dislikes. I see it as his way of racking up large amounts of points for his clan, as well as establishing his ability among any members who may doubt it.

Essentially, D2L FAR exxagerates his own ability and skill, a person whom everybody has SEEn godmod before and has no right to talk about others who ALLEGEDLY have been accused of it. LoC, honestly there WAS no need for you to jump the gun and assault the boy, let him flaunt his ego until he gets smacked around. Allow Mitsukai the chance to prove his worth of his own accord, no need to get involved.

Now, children, let's act mature and stop spamming RoA's thread. He's got a match going on around here.

[JUSTICE]

Thanks LoC, we could use another Judge.

I'm not at all angry... I guess I'm just not the bragging kind of guy, at least not anymore. Endless Devoid understands me. ^_^

Is the action of writing the same as writing an action?

Priest, the purpose of a 1 v 5 was to help you all utilize your teamwork skills when faced with an opponent you otherwise couldn't defeat on your own. You decrease everyone else's chances with your absence, but I respect your decision to decline my challenge.

Sometimes it's best to know when to quit.

D-2-L, and to the rest of KHI, the term "GodModing" technically does not exist on these forums. I've been to other roleplaying communities, where the inferior are in fact intellectually superior when compared to our best.

Then again, it seems the definition of term in question is somewhat obscured in its purveyance to the community. People interpret it differently.

To some, it's the creation of a character that they otherwise feel they cannot defeat.

To me, it's the creation of a character that you otherwise cannot defeat, due to the fact that the creator presents no logical explanation as to how such a character executes suggested abilities and withstands abnormal forces.

LoC has spent many years learning about the Omniverse, defining it, and then sharing it with the rest of the community, and for what? To be ridiculed?

I find it quite natural that those who are most familiar with a subject tend to come out on top.

If you want to defeat Kegan, I suggest you cease complaining about his ill-implied invincibility, and learn about the Omniverse and its principles yourself. Several of us are already aware of his weaknesses, and he has on numerous occasions gone as far as to point them out to us.

Your ignorance is astounding, KHIRPC, but nothing to rue over.