<NM> vs. D2L

[Ric]

Ok, so I challenged D2L randomly. So, yeah.

Rules
-Regular rulez

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Setting

A smaller version of earth. It takes about 1 day to fly around it. Takes place in a moutain area of this planet. Little to no plants or animals.

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Poweh character

Name: Mahistrado

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Appearance: *Picture*

Years he has spent since he was bestowed Immortality has greatly changed his simple one-robe mage like appearance. Possibly from the unknown’s influence, he has worn clothes that one would consider to be ‘out-worldly’, in a sense. Worn out black robe, many foreboding leather straps and belts, red gauntlets with black strips overlaying each other. He is what his ‘maker’ wanted him to be in terms of his outer appearance. However, he refuses to have the same mind as his, and still manages to retain his mage-like persona.

Weaponry: *Weapons*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Strange..."

"Go on. Finish me off."

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

"...Yes."

"Then so be it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Hip-Hop]

You wanted to fight Zion right?

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Name: Zion Rhapsody
Nickname: “The Beautiful Melody”
Quote: “Never could a song,
Steer one wrong.
So tell me why,
You won’t sing along?”
Age: Zion is the end result of the experiment of The Musician and The Mage, and thus is not subject to age.
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral, but most often sides with the forces of good.
Occupation: Omniversal Bard
Residence: Zion
Theme Song: “Killing Me Softly” – Lauryn Hill

~Family~

Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Married: No
Children: No

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 315 lbs.

Physical Appearance:

~ http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k8...ovandesign.jpg

Similar to the picture above, Zion’s arm is not encased in armor.

His hair is blue and comes just above his eyes, on which he wears small circular sunglasses. His skin tone is a bit tan, and he has broad shoulders. His body is muscular but not large, like a pro soccer player or swimmer.

Garments/Armor:

~ He wears a sky blue sash around his neck, and on his torso he has a navy blue breastplate with matching shoulder armor on his right shoulder. He is wearing a tight white long-sleeved shirt beneath the breastplate, and navy blue gloves on each hand. The gloves have gold caps on the tip of each finger, along with a gold ring around the wrist. Around his waste he wears two gray belts, with white pants beneath those. On his rear end he wears a long off-white cloth that hangs down to about his ankle and is held on by thick gold strips on his hips. He has similar strips on his upper thighs, one on each side. Thinner strips on each of his knees, with two of them on each knee forming an “X” pattern. Below that he has on navy blue boots that are white around the toe. His staff is strapped to his back, the end sticking up just over his left shoulder.


Armaments:

~ Nocturne – The name of his enchanted lute, Nocturne is a beautiful instrument. Made by the best mages on Zion, even the strings of imbued with some magical power. It is said that because of this fact the music that Zion plays is more beautiful than everyone else’s, but that is just a rumor. The mages cast a protective spell on the lute to keep it from getting damaged.

If you don’t know what a lute looks like, here is a picture:


http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k8...ality/Lute.jpg

Zion’s lute navy blue, and has silver lining the edges. The strings are made of pure gold, thinned out and tried and re-tried so that his lute could achieve the best sound possible. The strap is made of several layers of silk, so that it is soft but does not easily break. The wood used to make the lute had some magic before the mages got to it; it is from a magical tree that is native to the lands of Zion.

Fortune – A staff made out of the same wood as the lute, it is approximately six and a half feet in length. Zion knew that his magical rhyme would sometime have to take a back seat, so he had the mages craft him fortune for him. The staff is 3 inches thick, and has a very good spell cast on it from the mages; it was an empowerment spell. Though the staff is made of wood, when it strikes Zion’s foe it feels like the weight of the world has come upon them (which basically means when it hits, it hits HARD). Zion is rather skilled with his staff, being so good that he taught one or two Zionians the art of the staff prior to his leave. The staff also has the protective spell cast on it.



~Personality~

~ Zion is an extremely wise being, and also extremely kind hearted. Some people say that even his personality is musical, as he often throws in rhymes when he is talking. He is very peaceful, and does not participate in pointless violence unless asked. He is very polite, and has a good outlook on life. Although all these qualities may make some view him as a “softy” Zion is far from it. If he is provoked, he will smite the person who did it with a force so terrible not even the gods could contend. It takes a rather lot to push him to this point though, and that is why most people who know him only know his kind side.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes:

- Music in all of its forms
- Peace and tranquility
- Good conversation; waxing poetic about everything from the cost of tea to the secrets of the very Omniverse itself.

~Dislikes:

- Chaotic Situations; loud ugly noises
- The evil at heart; those who abuse their power and kill for fun
- The Cruel

~Skills~

The Magic of Music – Zion uses can use his enchanted lute in concurrence with the power of his very words to utilize magic. All he has to do is sing a line and play it with a tune and the magic he sings of will occur. Example:

“This magic next I play on my lute not my lyre, in a large ball I’ll shoot you some fire.”

Would shoot a large fireball at his opponent. The magic is harder to use than it seems, because if Zion can’t think up the proper rhyme for what he wants to do he can’t do it. If clever enough with his words, Zion can use just about any type of magic there is.


~Biography~

~Creation:

Long ago, in a far corner of the Omniverse, there was a planet. This planet was called Zion. Zion was a beautiful utopia, a virtually perfect world. Everyone was happy there, there were no such things as pain, suffering, and sin. The people of Zion loved music, and were themselves musicians. They would play their stringed, woodwind, and horned instruments all night and day, and their music eventually became the most beautiful music any person has ever heard. They also developed a knack for the magical arts, with great mages rising up on Zion.

One day, one of Zion’s greatest musicians had a thought. The man rushed to the leader of the people of Zion and demanded that he meet with Zion’s greatest Mage. The leader agreed and The Musician and The Mage met and The Musician explained to The Mage his brilliant thought. The Musician had wondered, what if they were to mix magic and music? What would be the result? No one knew. So The Mage conducted an experiment to find out.

The Mage told The Musician to play his lute as beautifully as he knew how, and The Mage would cast spells on the lute as he played. By this time many people had heard of the The Musician and The Mage’s experiment, so a large crowd gathered at the place where the experiment was to take place. So The Musician began to play his most beautiful song, and the mage began to cast his best spells on The Musician’s lute. As the Musician played, smoke began to form in a cloud around the two men. Even through the this, The Musician played. The cloud became thick around the two, so thick that one couldn’t even see his own hand in front of his face. Even through this, The Musician played. The cloud then began to form, seemingly into the form of a man. Even through this, The Musician played. The cloud continued to form, but it took several days. The Musician’s hand began to ache and The Mage's stamina began to slip. Even through this, The Musician played. Finally, after three days of playing and spell casting, the cloud was done forming. The cloud had become a man, or at least it resembled a man. When he finished, the cloud man spoke. He said,

“For bringing me into existence I forever thank you, but in due time sins will overcome you.”

Not heeding the cloud man’s words, The Musician, The Mage, and the people all cried out in joy. They believed they had created a god. Soon came to realize that this god had no name. And so they donned him Rhapsody,

Zion Rhapsody.


~Life:

The Musician and The Mage went down in history as heroes, and Zion was made the god of Zion. Immediately after his creation, the people gathered more musicians and mages and instructed them to make him a magical lute. The musicians and mages contended, and made him the most beautiful instrument in all of Zion. They named it Nocturne, and gave it to Zion who graciously thanked them. Zion played the lute, and the music was absolute perfection; even better than the music of The Musician. But, something about Zion’s music was different. Once he saw a dying tree and sang a song about it being reborn, and immediately afterwards that tree became the most beautiful tree in Zion. This further fueled the people’s belief that Zion was a god, so they all hailed him.

For ages, long after the deaths of The Musician and The Mage, the people praised Zion. He was the wisest person on Zion, and also the most kindly. Even though he was a god, he still walked among the common folk; speaking with them and spending time in each of their homes. Because of his kind heart and beautiful music, the people dubbed him “The Beautiful Melody.” For ages upon age’s life went on as this, the people praised Zion and Zion loved the people. It was a relationship that heightened the perfection of Zion, some even calling it “heaven.”

But all good things must come to an end.

One day, Zion was spending time in a large city on Zion called Tomplet. That cities people were enjoying conversing with Zion and listening to his beautiful music. A neighboring city, Rummet, became jealous of Tomplet and wanted Zion to return to their city. At first, things were handled peacefully. The leader of Rummet sent messengers to the leader of Tomplet telling him to return Zion to their city. The leader of Tomplet refused, and this angered the leader of Rummet. Time and time again the leader of Rummet asked the leader of Tomplet to return Zion, and time and time again the leader of Tomplet refused. One day it was more than the leader of Rummet could take. He sent the mages under him to cast all sorts of nasty curses on Tomplet and it’s people. This infuriated the leader of Tomplet, and he sent his own mages to do the same. Soon enough, curses turn into plagues, plagues turned into killings, and this simple disagreement turned into war. The people forget about their beautiful instruments, and picked up arms with which to fight. This war rattled all of Zion, forcing all of it’s people to choose sides; either Rummet or Tomplet. Zion was very displeased at this.

And so one night, Zion gathered a few of his most loyal mages. He told them to craft him a staff, one that would be useful not only for a walking stick but also in battle. The mages did not understand this, but they did not argue. For seven days they worked on Zion’s staff, making absolutely sure it was as good as they could possibly make it. After the staff was finished, Zion named it Fortune and revealed his plan to the mages. Zion was going to leave this world under cover of night. The people had forgotten the music; the very same music that had brought him into existence, and had instead chose to fight pointless wars. Zion said that he would return once the people realized their mistakes and no longer dreamt of war. He then told the mages not to tell the people, that they must figure this out for themselves. And so with one last look, Zion departed from Zion; the planet that was once called heaven.

Now Zion roams around the Omniverse until the day that he can return to his utopia…