Echo of Life vs. Ordinis Sanctimonia

[Breakdown]

Mitsukai, I demand battle. >D Well, I have just created a clan, and I must rack up points, and I find it easiest to fight another clan. Clan war persay? Well, hopefully you'll accept. This will be basic Power-character, you know the rules.

[JUSTICE]

Oh yes, this will be quite fun, but I must say I'm at a loss. Who is this "Mitsukai" you all continuously speak of? He must be quite the fighter.

Ordinis! Let's rally up!

-Shifts into meditative stance, before conjuring an asian-style tea-set and table before him.-

Come, let us partake in the rituals of tea ceremony until our friends arrive.

[Hip-Hop]

Do I get tea as well? I want some tea!

Allow me to be the first to post a template:

Yes I have yet another new character. He's still a bit rough (not as much detail as I'd like) but he should suffice for now.


Name: Exoul Trillion
Nickname: The Harbinger of Catastrophe
Quote: “Although I have been chosen as a timer of the eminent doom that is to befall my multiverse after my death, I see no reason why I cannot enjoy my life.”
Age: He doesn’t really know how old he is anymore, he lost count long ago. I mean he knew he had unnatural long life, but this is ridiculous…
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Occupation: Traveler
Residence: He likes to spend time where ever he can find good conversation.
Theme Song: Foo Fighters- D.O.A.

~Family~

Parents: Ruthar and Helena
Siblings: none
Married :Nope, too much of a hassle =/
Children: Again, too much of a hassle.

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 6’ 5”
Weight: 265

Physical Appearance:

~Exoul has jet black hair that he keeps cut short to about his mid ear area. He has a full goatee, which is as black as his hair. He has a slightly pug nose, not quite coming to the point that most people’s noses do. He has bushy eyebrows, and his eyes are a whole different story. They seem to change seasonally, Light Grey in winter; Hazel in spring; Light Green in summer; and Sky Blue in fall. The reason behind this, like many other things about him, is unknown but it has helped him get several female “acquaintances.”

His body is muscle bound, with big strong chest and abs. He has broad shoulders, and large muscular calves. Despite his large build, he maintains heightened speed because of his intense training to do so over the years. He’s not “fast as light” or anything like that, but he is much faster than your average humanoid life form.

Garments/Armor:

~ Exoul has donned white mage's robes as of now, with a few minor alterations. There are thick gold stripes going down the sides of the outer robe, and he has tied a thick gold color rope around his waist. He has white carpenter’s gloves, the lining the same gold color as the stripes on the robe. He wears white leather boots with the same gold stripe on the sides. On the center of his back is a circular golden symbol of a sea leviathan coming up out of the water. What this symbol represents is known only to him and a few choice others, and he doesn’t plan on telling anyone else anytime soon.


Armaments:

~ Extend-a-pole – A very useful tool Exoul has picked up in his travels, it is an extendable metal pole. The pole is about four inches thick and the ends can be pushed in so that it is only about a foot long and fits securely to a strap on his back. As mentioned before it does extend, being about six feet at its full length. Theres nothing exceptional about the pole, besides the fact that up until now it’s been resilient to all sorts of things. Exoul is deadly with it, but only uses it if a battle comes down to a melee bout.

~Personality~

~ Exoul is a curious person, always in a state of awareness. He is very connected to all things spiritual, and is very connected to his soul. He is wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, he gets quite depressed and has dark feelings. He has great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, he is often profound in a way that surprises him. He makes for a very good friend, as well as a daunting foe. He is intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. He is also a very courteous person, having good manners both in and out of battle.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes:

- Being thoughtful and thoughtful people; having deep conversations
- Literature; he loves good books
- Music; he plays the guitar and enjoys soulful music that has meaning
- Challenges; whether it be testing his abilities or taking a test, he loves to challenge himself

~Dislikes:

- The slow and ignorant.
- People who do evil deeds for no particular reason and with no cause behind it.
- Happy-go-lucky/perky people; people who are overly energetic.
- He has a strange aversion to bees; the reason behind this is unknown to him.

~Skills~

~Illusions – He was always into optical illusions, and thus that part of him was made into his magic. He is able to manipulate the light in a room to make certain things appear, in other words he can create optical illusions. This ability comes in handy, allowing him to make it seem he is in one place when he is actually in another.

Telekinesis – He has the ability to create spherical shields of psychic energy. Since the shields are spherical, if he wishes to block something he has to be sure he has the right spot or else whatever is trying to block will simply go around the shield. Despite countless tries, he has strangely not been able to create a shield around himself; the reason behind this unknown.

Atomic Manipulation – He has the ability to manipulate atoms, breaking them down and then reforming them to make a new thing. He can only create something that has the same atomic mass as whatever he broke down. He cannot, however, do this with the atoms of living things, including plant life, bacteria, etc. Similar to transmutation, except he does it with his mind and does not require circles and such.

Explosions – Using his ability of atomic manipulation he can split an atom in two, causing an explosion. Most of the time this would result in an extremely large explosion, massacring the entire surrounding area, but he uses it in combination with his shield telekinesis to contain the blast. This ability is rather new, as it took him years to be able to build up his mental strength to be able to contain an atomic blast. Has good manners, and decided it was rude to cause an atomic explosion and not somehow tell his opponent where it was going to happen. So uses his powers of illusion to give the shield around the blast a green shade, thus notifying his opponent where a blast is about to take place. Some people have said he is foolish for being so courteous as to do something like that, but he deems it only fair.


~Biography~

~Birth:

Never before had such a colossal clash occurred. Mountains were over turned, valleys were flooded, and the blood tears of Princess Yula rain from the sky; their crimson liquid coating the mostly green planet in a deep crimson. This is what a war with the gods was like; this is what Ruthar had brought upon Chalaria. The apocalyptic catastrophe of a prophesized cataclysm, and that was only the beginning.

Long before this horrible end, there was peace on Chalaria. The people lived in fear in respect of their gods, and that is how it was supposed to be. They were a warrior race, valuing strength and power above all else. This was an interesting thing though, because they never had any wars. All of Chalaria had been under the rule of one King since the defeat of the ancient Emperor Hareshnal. Training to be warriors was mandantory baack then, and it stayed a part of their culture throughout the ages. They had other values of course, but they were all eclipsed by the Chalarians love of sheer brute force. Of all the warriors on Chalaria however, one reigned supreme above them all. His name was Ruthar Trillion, and he was a beast of a man. Standing at a monstrous seven foot nine, Ruthar’s entire bod seemed to be one big pulsing muscle. It was rumored that he was given his great strength because of some blessing of the god’s, but this was never proven. Ruthar lived royally, his status meaning he listened to orders only directly from the King himself and no one else. One day while hunting a great stag in the forest of Necrudoom , he was visited by an oracle of the gods.

“Ruthar, Ruthar, come to me oh great warrior.”

The Oracle beckoned him near, and Ruthar obeyed. When h reached were the voice had been coming he from he saw that is was a babbling book, a spirit having taken it over.

“Ruthar, you are a strong warrior, and you will stay that way until the day that you die. But, your ex-soul will be your downfall. Do not court the maiden Helena, for her seed will bring nothing but destruction to this multiverse.

Heed my words warrior, and you shall lead a fruitful life.”

Ruthar was a bit confused by the oracle’s words, but committed them to memory nonetheless. If nothing else, the elders had taught him that the prophecies of oracles were not to be taken lightly. Ruthar continued his hunt for the stag and eventually caught he beast, returning to his room in the royal castle. The prophecy stuck with him through he night, he even dreamed about them that night.


The next day, while Ruthar was out mingling with the commonfolk, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen in his many years. Immediately he halted what he was doing and followed the woman. Everytime he turned the corner he caught a glimpse of her somewhere amongst the crowds of the royal city. He followed her for nearly half a day, until he finally caught up with her. She had stopped in the market district, buying a few pieces of fruit for her to feast upon later. The woman recognized Ruthar on first glance, and introduced herself as Helena. Ruthar remembered the words of the oracle the previous day, but he did not care. His love, and his lust for that matter, was too great to simply cast aside like tattered clothes. He immediately asked her to wed, and since she was in no position to do otherwise she promptly agreed.

Months went by, and Helena gave birth to a man-child. This child’s name was of Exoul.



~Early Life:

The boy was just as his father; he was courageous and adventurous even in his first few years of life. Exoul grew to be a rough child; always willing to try new things whether or not he got hurt in the process. Things were turning out to be the epitome of perfection. Ruthar and Helena had fallen madly in love, and now Ruthar had a fine successor.

One day when Exoul was but ten, a fell beast was spotted far to the west of the royal city. Fearing for the lives of his people, the king sent his best warriors to kill the monster; these warriors of course including Ruthar. Ruthar knew he would be gone for some time, and it was with a melancholy disposition that he left his wife and son. Months past, an Ruthar did not return. Exoul began to miss his father, and Helena missed him increasingly with each passing day. One day, while feeling too weak to leave the house, Helena sent Exoul out to buy her some fruit. Giving him the necessary amount of coins, she sent the boy off.

Hours pasted, and the boy did not return.

While at the market, a large man in a brown cloak had been watching Exoul. He had taken a liking to the boy, his adventurous nature showing even while shopping for fruit. The man kidnapped Exoul, and took him deep into the forest. While there, the man explained to the boy that he was no ordinary man; He was Heros, the chalarian god of wisdom and power. The boy was amazed at this, and demanded that Heros take him to the realm of the gods. With a slight chuckle, Heros opened a portal and went through it with the boy in tow.

A few more weeks pasted, and Ruthar returned home. The beast had been slain, the warrior rending its head from its shoulders and giving it to the king as a gift. Returning directly to his humble abode, Ruthar immediately asked Helena where Exoul was. Helena explained that she did not know. She said that one day she was exhausted, and sent the boy out to get some fruit from the market. She had not seen him since. Ruthar then went into a mad fit of rage at the woman, beating her nearly to death. Grabbing his mighty axe on the way out, Ruthar left the city in search of his son.

The first place he thought to look was the surrounding forest, thinking that maybe the boy had gotten turned around and ended up there. This turned out to be he correct place to look, as Ruthar found a portal to the realm of the gods deep within. Stepping through, Ruthar found himself in the celestial version of the forest he had been in previously. Thinking logically, he headed back towards the city in the celestial world. Sre enough, there stood Luthra, the city of the gods. Ruthar went into the city, and immediately headed for the palace. He was going to seek guidance from the gods as to where he could find his beloved son.

When Ruthar reached the palace he was shock to find his very own son, sitting in the lap of Heros. Enraged, Ruthar charge the god; swinging his axe above his head like a crazed madman. The simply raised his hand at Ruthar, who was stopped dead in his tracks by the gods power. Through sheer force of will Ruthar continued his charge, although at an incredibly slower pace. The god increased his hold on the man, determined to stop him where he stood. Utilizing his entire prowess, Ruthar continued. Increasing hs power still, the god finally succeeded in stopping the man.

Then, something happened.

A power deep inside Ruthar had awakened, manifesting itself in the form of a large beam of light. The beam went straight from Ruthar at the god, piercing the entity through his chest. Coughing in utter agony, the god fell over; his cold dead body landing on the ground. Having drained all of his power, Ruthar died as well; looking into the eyes of his beloved son.

When they found out about the killing of Heros the gods were outraged. Blasphemy! Treason! Mortal had killed one of the sacred gods. The gods decided that the mortals had to be punished; not just only Ruthar, but the whole Chalarian race as a whole.


Never before had such a colossal clash occurred. Mountains were over turned, valleys were flooded, and the blood tears of Princess Yula rained from the sky; their crimson liquid coating the mostly green planet in a deep crimson. This is what a war with the gods was like; this is what "The God Slayer" had brought upon Chalaria. The apocalyptic catastrophe of a prophesized cataclysm, and that was only the beginning. The gods had destroyed the world of men, but their anger still was not quelled.

One of the gods decided to have bit of fun. The boy, Exoul, was still alive; having been in the realm of the gods while his realm was dessimated. Taking the boy to a room, the god asked the boy if he could have any power what would it be. The boy thought for a moment, and then spoke. He said he wanted to be able to create illusions, tricks of the mind that could fool even the wisest of people. The god granted the by this wish, and gave him another ability. Giving up part of his godly power, the god gave the boy the ability to planet jump. All the boy had to do was to say in what direction he wanted to go, and he would be transported to the nearest planet to him in that direction. While both of those powers were good, the god gave the boy a terrible curse. He gave the boy the curse of being a timer, his life directly tied to the life of his entire multiverse. The god had shot himself in the foot, because of him now having a small portion of the gods power the boys life had been extended exponentially.

Telling the boy to leave, the gods watched as he planet jumped for the first time; disappearing from their celestial view.

All they had to do now was wait.


~Mid-Life:

The first planet Exoul traveled to was a good place and a powerful place as well. Everyone there had some sort of telekinetic power, whether it be moving things, pyrokinetics, whatever. When Exoul arrived there, an old man took him in by the name of Gordon. Gordon had a very rare telekinetic power; he could create shields with his mind. Exoul was fascinated by this, and determined himself to learn it.

For years Exoul stayed with Gordon, even after he had mastered the shields. The man taught the boy edicate, and to appreciate thoughtfulness and deep thinking. One day, when Exoul had returned from an errand, he found Gordon dead of a heart attack. Mourning his father figure’s death, Exoul created a shield around the man’s corpse. Making I float into the air, Exoul placed it behind his old home; a telekinetic casket of sorts. Remembering his planet jump ability, Exoul used it to travel to the next planet.

He was 22 years old.

After gordon’s death, Exoul chose never to get too close to anyone every again; unless of course they had unnatural long life like he. Despite this, he did acquire another master, a younger man by the name of Koji. Koji was a matter master, and from the time he met Exoul he knew that the man had the ability to do the same. Exoul agreed to this, and went to Koji dojo high in the mountains of the planet. There he trained, trying day in and day out to master matter. He finally succeeded, but not how Koji had expected. Instead of lifting the object up like Koji did, Exoul turned the object into something else. This astonished the man, who he himself could not do such a thing. Telling him that their time together was over, Exoul left Koji’s dojo. Although he had grown fond of Koji, Exoul had not really bonded with the man; he had learned better not to.


~Onwards:

Exoul has traveled for nearly a hundred years now, adventuring with mighty warriors and honing his own skill. He has a acquired a knack for staff wielding, the story behind that being closely woven with the one behind the insignia on his back. He has started to feel that he needs to be respected however, his power and his wisdom being far beyond most.

[JUSTICE]

I suppose you could have some tea...

-Smiles softly as he turns away to prepare the tea, slipping an unknown substance into the mixture as he does so, before handing out to D2L.-

Drink up.

[Laughing Stock]

Power-Character, eh..? Bah... suppose that means I gotta go make a character. Thankfully, I already had one in mind. I'll have him up tomorrow...

*crouches into his trademarked ‘hermit’ posture as he glowers obstinately at his lambent computer monitor, pondering where to begin...*

...seriously, it'll be up by tomorrow. Template probably won't amount to much, but it will be up.

[JUSTICE]

No problem, I trust a roleplayer of your calibre is more than capable of presenting a somewhat reasonable if not exceptional template in such a limited timeframe.

[justme3]

Expect a profile from me soon, I'm just busy with a few other things at the moment.

[JUSTICE]

Aren't we all? Well, I'd at least hope so. It's always good to have something to do. Even if doing nothing just happens to be one of those things ; )

[justme3]

Not especially my favourite character, but good enough for this purpose I suppose. I actually was doing something else at that particular moment. =P Anyways, I've had this character since forever, haven't really bothered to update him in a while, that might explain some things sounding somewhat off or whatever.

Name: Von Nightblade
Age: Unknown
Weapon: Alpha (the blade once owned by his father) and Omega (the blade which was once known as the Nightblade).
Race: Von is essentially the separate spirits of light and dark bonded together in a form capable of containing such a colossal power.

Appearance: http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/5815/guys2224ut.jpg

Background: Von's life was not heroic, and he was never a great warrior or well respected. His mother was a prostitute, and his father was any one of her many clients. Due to the fact that his mother had no other choice in the matter, he was born, she did not however change her life around and take care of him like any decent mother would, instead he was left alone on the streets, just an infant and in what seemed like no time at all he passed away.

Never was his death mourned by any of the mortals of his village, instead his body was thrown away like trash. So the soul of Von Nightblade, the bastard son of a prostitute and a man that obviously did not care about him, left the world of the living. However, the gods took pity on Von, and as such granted him a second life, however this life would be eternal, and they decided not to tell him anything about his past.

So the gods decided that they would leave him on Geonigma, his home planet, and allow him to live out his own life. He was placed in the care of a warrior who had been searching for an heir to his family name. The warrior saw it as the will of the gods and did not question how the boy had fallen into his care, though determined that it would be best to keep him a secret from the other mortals. His mortal father gave him the name Nichol Skybright.

Living his life in solitude, and training all-day and every day, Nichol quickly became proficient in many different fighting arts of the mortals, and also found that he had some magical abilities as well. It was a group of people whom arrived at he and the man's home that began Nichol's journey; they were looking for the ruins to the ancient shrine, which was said to be a place in which one could see the gods. Nichol brought the leader of the group to the shrine, and found that when he arrived, a figure appeared to them. It spoke to Nichol of a blade, which belonged to the embodiment of the god of darkness, which he was to destroy, however when Nichol refused to leave because of his loyalty to his father, the god said that it would not matter soon.

Nichol knew of course what this meant, and returned to his home. He arrived just in time to see his father as he was dying, and the killer attempting to escape with the man's treasures. The young man held his father in his arms as he passed away; his dying words were those telling Nichol that he must leave this place and fulfill whatever destiny the gods had planned for him. However, raised as a warrior, and knowing that his father's honor had been insulted; he set out to avenge his fathers death, only to find the leader of the group locked in a battle with the killer. The killer defeated the leader; only to be killed by Nichol, who then set out to find the blade spoken of to him by the gods, and fulfill his father's dying wish.

Remembering how he was raised, and knowing that most people would not be able to understand Nichol, or would perhaps even fear him due to his appearance, he began his quest to learn about himself, his past, if there were more like him out there, but most importantly to find the Nightblade he was told of by the gods. After 9 years of searching, Nichol finally found an old blind mage who lived in solitude on the southern continent. This mage listened to what Nichol had to say, and decided that it was no mistake that he had met him. Knowing that even if he wished to obtain the blade, he would have to hone his skills in magic, Nichol decided to stay.

So he stayed with the mage for 20 years, learning everything he knew about magic, and how to harness the powers that Nichol had found he had at a young age. After 21 years, Von decided that it was time he set out once more for truth, however months after he had left he could feel the life force of the mage die. Once again, he was alone in the world, and the only thing tht kept him going was his desire to learn what he was, who he was, and why he came to be.

Countless years after Nichol had parted ways with the mage, and was still in search for the blade, however demons began to appear among the lands. The news that countless mortals were beginning to be killed by these demons. When Nichol found out, he decided that he must help them. Setting forth to investigate what had started the demons appearing, Nichol found himself once more on the quest for the Nightblade. Through his quests to stop the demons, Nichol found himself in the presence of the Nightblade, his journey completed, what he had searched for so long finally within his grasp. However, something went wrong.

The winged being that had once been seen as a symbol of good by any of those he had helped had now been corrupted. The soul of the previous owner of the blade, Kyo Nightblade, posessed Nichol. His wings not only became scaly and black, but he also now only wished to conquer and kill the mortals that inhabited what he now thought of as his world. Lord Kyo, as he called himself, dominated the mortals and lead the demons bringing the world of mortals to their knees and ruling over them with an iron fist.

However this was not the end, a war raged within the fallen celestial being whom had once been Nichol, and the fight for control seemed as though it would never end. However one day, once again many years after he had been changed, his two sides, both Nichol and Kyo, seperated themselves into physical forms. They battled for a week straight, however on the seventh day, as they both summoned the last of their energy into one final blow, they finally came together in a flash of light. A single figure grasping two blades, one which glowed softly white, and one which seemed to absorb all light around it giving off the feeling that it was glowing black, also both wings were now feathered rather than scales, but one was black and one was white, and both the Nightblade and the katana which had once belonged to his father(which had been honed while Nichol was still in his light form, and given some of his magical properties making it more than a simple blade), was all that could be seen, his name he said was Von Nightblade.

The balance had been found in the being finally, his dark side tamed, however the light of himself kept silent by the darkness which now crept beneath the surface. Von remained in the world of mortals for many years, finding different mages whether they chose to allign themselves with darkness or light did not concern him, and learned the arts of magick. After many long years of training Von returned to his home, and had a vision of the gods, which had given him his second chance at life. They told him that what had originally been a simple act of kindness, as they only meant to give him a second chance to living a fulfilling life, had now become something of a legend among the world of the living.

He was now seen as a symbol of balance between both the darkness and light that existed in everyone. The gods recognised him as such, and allowed him to continue living among the living and upholding the balance of not only his world, but the omniverse.

Now due to the loss of someone who was apparently dear to him, Von has been filled with an unfathomable rage. He now enters battle without fear of death or injury, only hoping that he may somehow find some form of peace.

Personality: Once one of the great heroes of the omniverse, Von now finds himself overcome with grief due to the loss of someone who was apparently important to him. He is now filled with both an uncontrollable anger and need for vengeance in order to appease his darker side, as well as filled with an unbearable sadness that can be credited to his more virtuous side.

Theme Songs: Given the fact that Von is three people, he has three theme songs:

Nichol's is: Polaris by Jimmy Eat World
Von's is: Angel by Nine Inch Nails
Kyo's is: The Unforgiven by Metallica

[Breakdown]

Before you all forget about this... *bump*

Also, I'll post my template along with first post. =/ As soon as everyone else has templates up.

[JUSTICE]

~Basics~

Name: Ningenteki Zenith
Nickname: Zen
Quote: “Caution is most effective when taken prior to the incident, unlike pain killers.”
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Occupation: Vagrant.
Home world: Earth -Aegis Multiverse-
Theme Song: Panic! At the Disco – There’s a Reason Why these Tables are Numbered Honey, you just haven’t figured it out yet.

~Family~

Parents: Mother. Father.
Siblings: Younger sister.
Married: N/A
Children: N/A

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 106 lbs

Physical Appearance:

Zenith is the pinnacle of human perfection. His flawless features and oh-so-cute face have become the focal point of many young men and women’s desires, but he has no interest in them. Somewhat of a wild child, his neglect to cut his silken jet black hair has left it reasonably lengthy, coming down half-way to his back, but he tends to keep it tied up in a ponytail style fashion, allowing his fringe to continue hanging over his face. Wonderfully contrasting this hair is his eyes, which tend to shift between a shade of vermillion and dark crimson, presumably to compliment his current disposition. Zenith’s body is kept in top condition by means of a regularly partaken fitness regime, though he’s anything but burly. In fact, he leans more on the lanky side, considering his age, but underestimating his physical capabilities as a martial artist is a mistake made by so many of his victims, so don’t become one of them.

Garments/Armour:

Zenith takes great care in appearances, despite his rather erratic personality. He prefers formal wear above all else, which conflicts with his supposed absence of propriety. Quite simply, he wears a black and white business suit, sometimes neglecting to wear his tie or tuck in his shirt, depending on his ever-changing mood. On his right ear is a small silver stud, and his shoes are of black leather, and appear well taken care of.

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Armaments:

Zenith doesn’t exactly possess any weapons of sort, and prefers the simplicity of martial arts. Of course, he is capable of creating any weapon/s he likes, through means of conjuration and alteration magicks.

~Personality~

Mercurial is perhaps one of those few words that best describe Zenith’s personality, but don’t misunderstand him, overall he’s a rather nice guy. Laid back and at times somewhat apathetic, Zenith’s one of those people who like to just sit back and relax, and then get bored and do something. However, he doesn’t let his extremely volatile emotions get the best of him, and puts his hyperactive attitude to good use, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor… all that jazz. Zen likes to do what others can’t, or at least what the greater population can’t, such as be good. It seems all the powerful people these days are evil, and Zenith doesn’t mind, in fact he’s rather tolerant of other people’s races, religions and/or beliefs, political views and luminosity-dependant (or lack thereof) affiliations. He’s pretty much friends with everyone, because he’s a likeable, lateral thinking guy with a healthy sense of humour.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes:
- Power
- Winning
- Strawberries

~Dislikes:
- The insolence of the mentally-deprived.
- Losing
- Tomatoes

~Skills~

Conjuration Magick
This form of magick comes in three steps:
Disassembly>Transportation>Reconfiguration
Because magic exists within practically everything, someone who manipulates it directly can achieve this. Item of interest is disassembled, and then the particles of said item are transported to a new location before reassembled in exactly the same order. Conjuration is a form of summoning and teleportation.

Alteration Magick
Very similar to Conjuration Magick, except that Alteration is slightly more difficult to perform, and comes in four steps instead of three:
Disassembly>Transportation>Alteration>Reconfigurat ion
Instead of simply transporting the item in its particle form and then reassembling it, the particle structure of the item is altered so that when it is reconfigured it becomes something completely different. Alteration is a form of transmutation and self-transformation.

~Biography~

Zenith’s story begins in the Aegis Multiverse; a variable of the universe we all know and love, where magic is the prime focus of human attention on the planet of Earth, opposed to technology. Wizards, witch doctors, philosophers and diviners are the high paying occupations in this society, but Zenith wasn’t to be one, at least not initially.

You see, it’s a common prerequisite for a potential apprentice to be “mage born”, meaning that, at least one of Zenith’s parents had to be of wizardry descent, before the mage would even consider tutoring the possible student to be. Zenith’s mother was a simple weave worker, and his father was dead. He had been an imperial soldier working directly under the emperor, before he was slain in battle.

It was required that when a boy came of age, he would have to serve under the military of the nation, unless he already trained under another profession. That age was ten, and once Zenith had celebrated his 10th birthday he was escorted to the capital the next day to become a knight, for he had no interest in weaving, and longed to prove himself to the rest of the world.

He was blessed, it seemed, for he was one of the lucky few that managed to survive during the years that passed. So many young soldiers died in their first few years of training, forced into the fray prematurely, due to the constant skirmishes held between neighbouring nations. Zenith didn’t experience his first real battle until he was fourteen. It would be his last, for awhile.

Like all imperial officers, Zenith was a skilled martial artist, but it seemed luck would prove his saviour in this struggle. Mid-way into the battle he was struck on the side of the head, with a rock, of all things. He awoke several hours later, in a strange hut, where he was greeted by a deceitfully frail old man. He was in the enemy’s territory now, but this man had taken care of him, even though he was entirely aware of Zenith’s allegiance. Why?

The man introduced himself as Vessarei, a powerful mage who had distanced himself from his own country and lived in the wilderness. He did not approve of the war, and therefore wanted no part in it, but it was through the discovery of this young man that his thoughts changed, and in him he saw a powerful worker of the magic arts, who could put an end to this struggle once and for all.

However, it was not just his identity that Vessarei had to share, but ill news. The frontal assault executed by his enemies had all been a ploy to draw out Zenith and his comrades, so that the enemy may attack from behind. His entire kingdom, his home, had been cast into oblivion, figuratively speaking. He however, had survived, but was it by mere chance?

Regardless, Zenith accepted Vessarei’s proposal, and the following years were spent delving in the arts of the arcane and psionics. It was amazing, Zenith didn’t understand how he was capable of such abilities, he was progressing at such an unusual rate considering his age, and he wasn’t even of magical descent. At least, that was what he had been told. It was time that Vessarei revealed the truth, though it never felt like Zenith had been with him all that long.

Zenith was of magical descent, an ancient bloodline, to be precise. This bloodline could only be passed down to the next generation through a female, so Zenith’s children, if he were to ever have any, would not receive the beneficial effects of the bloodline, but the children of his sister would, if she was still alive.

Zenith’s grandmother had been a powerful sorceress, and at one point in time Vessarei’s fiancé, before she was killed by the Emperor himself, to prevent the continuation of the bloodline. However, she had by then already given birth to Zenith’s mother, and the rest was history. Vessarei took care of his mother for a time, until he knew she was old enough to take care of herself, before he returned to his homeland. This could only mean that, Vessarei was in fact Zen’s grandfather.

Together the two travelled to the ruins of Zenith’s empire, and to the home of the very emperor himself. It had long been pilfered and plundered of any valuables, save one. Deep within the dungeons of the palace was a passageway which led to the even older catacombs of the city. They much resembled a sewerage system, a decayed civilisation, which strangely enough, possessed no putrid scent, and felt rather… harmonious.

Long ago, the Lesser Gods, who were but spawn of the Greater Gods of the Omniverse, made a deal with the humans of the world for their own entertainment. It was a game in all essence. An ouroboros was created deep within the catacombs of the palace, though back then it wasn’t so much a catacomb as it was the grand hall of the first palace. The Emperor wanted true power, and the Lesser Gods could give it to him, it he killed each and every member of the chosen bloodline, and smeared the blood onto the ouroboros.

However, he did not expect the Gods to choose his wife, and his daughter as the chosen bloodline. Overwhelmed with anguish and indecision, it was a total of three days before he had come to the decision to kill them, in order to acquire a greater power that would forgive his actions. His wife however, had already fled with daughter in arms, and he pursued them relentlessly, until he finally caught up to them. The wife was killed, but they had no idea that she had already found a home for her daughter, to live out the rest of her days in peace.

Instructions had been left with the adoptive parents, who were good friends of the mother. The Emperor could not send his armies to check each and every household, lest his people grow suspicious and revolt. For many years, the bloodline continued in secret, and each family made sure that at least one of their children was female.

Upon reaching the site of the ouroboros, Zenith and Vessarei were both ambushed by none other than the descendent of that same emperor. It all finally made sense. The Emperor had been declared deceased, but it had all been part of his greater plan to draw the last remaining member of the bloodline to the final battleground.

Vessarei and Zenith both fought with undeniable skill and power, though they were clearly outnumbered, they had managed to wipe out half of the Emperor’s forces alone, until Vessarei made it quite apparent that the only way they would make it out alive was if they actually reached the ouroboros, and released its power. In a desperate attempt to achieve this for his grandson, Vessarei expended his magical energies in a last ditch effort to rid them of these enemies once and for all.

It worked for a time, but more soldiers were pouring into the catacombs by the second. It was too late for them, Zenith had been granted the time he needed, and stumbled onto the elevated platform of the ouroboros. In a blinding flash the seal had been released, and with its mystical energies, it fully released Zenith’s potential, and unlocked his conscious mind to the fullest extent.

In a cry of despair the Emperor fell to his knees as he awaited the arrival of the Lesser Gods. It became apparent afterward, that if the royal family were not to succeed in their efforts, the souls of their own bloodline would forever experience torment and pain beyond human comprehension. This was the real reason why the Emperor had sought for the end of the chosen bloodline. He didn’t want power; he just wanted to avoid eternal damnation.

Realising the true foolishness of the First Emperor’s ways, and how it not only meant pain for the chosen, but his own bloodline, Zenith decided to take action. The Lesser Gods arrived to harvest the Royal souls, and with his newly acquired power Zenith destroyed them all.

And so Zenith would come to leave Earth, after returning his half-dead grandfather to health and his home, and aiding in the restoration of the empire, which was now under the rule of the people, those who had survived. Were his mother and sister among them? He would not know, at least not yet. He has a whole Omniverse to explore.

[Laughing Stock]

I had a character finished for that day, too, but unfortunately could not obtain internet access. So I waited. And waited. Until yesterday, where I decided to scrap my other character for another day and get to work on this one....

...I can't believe I made this guy an RP character, never mind an RP battler...

~Basics~

Name: Edgar B. Tommes
Moniker: Book. Just… Book.
Age: Impossible to contrive, for reasons to be explained…
Gender: Male, definitely. Straight, too, in case you were wondering.
Occupation: Book is a peripatetic collector of information, shifting through time and space, through every universe that has ever existed and ever will to collect every bit of information to be had at the behest of his master.
Homeworld: Although not truly a home world in the literal sense and for reasons left to the whim of the imagination, Book feels a certain sentimental attachment to the eternally frozen planet Pluto and as such spends time there at his leisure.
Quote: “Actually, the ‘B’ stands for Bernard…”
Theme Song: Bullet Theory – Funeral for a Friend.

~Family~

Parents: Wizard A++ (also known as Merlin of King Arthur mythology).
Siblings: Miles M. Hardebak.
Married: Hell, he ain't that stupid.
Children: Read above.

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 276 lbs

Physical Appearance: I do not care to approach this particular aspect of Tommes appearance with delicate words of magic and enchantment, for this is a arduous enough characteristic to approach without me befuddling myself. Ergo, to carry on; Tommes is a sentient book capable of walking, speaking, looking, lifting, eating, smelling, drinking, growing facial hair and, most notably, smoking cigars and erupting into sardonic laughter.
Humanoid in mould, Tommes walks upright upon two legs as dynamically as you or I, perhaps even more so, with a pair of soft brown, almost leathery muscle-bound legs sprouting from the lower section of both the front and back cover respectively, each leg covering a vertical distance of 3 feet before ending as somewhat reticent conical stumps.
His arms, each the same tanned, rough texture as the legs, emerge but two feet above the legs, are about a foot further to the left and cover a distance of three individually, each supporting six individual fingers and opposable thumbs.

His eyes, one reflecting an eerie incandescent silver whilst the other a dour brown, have been placed within the pages of the book itself, emerging their own individual pages just above a distinctly balloon-shaped milky-white nose, just below which sprouts a magnificently lengthy curled moustache, emerging from the gap left by the opening pages and, as a bud blossoms into a marvellous petal, so too does the almost frightening moustache jump forth distastefully, flaying this way and that just above a ruby-lipped mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth, teeth more often chewing into a fine Cuban cigar rather than sinking into an enemy’s jugular.

Finally, Tommes’ most distinctive physical trait is his habit of switching book covers depending upon his mood. Often hopelessly random yet occasionally quite heart warming and even comical, provided the enemy or friend holds a reasonable degree of book smarts about them they will be quite capable of predicting his mood.

Garments/Armour: Apart from his rather extensive repertoire of finely made cigars, Tommes sports a pair of chocolate-brown leather boots with which to conceal the same of his hideously disfigured ‘feet’ and also dons a pair of black fingerless leather gloves to add a somewhat menacing touch to the hilariously dejected posture he has so far established. The cigars, however, do help to add a certain ominous feel which helps negate his farcical appearance.

~Personality~

Tommes is vindictive, delusional, taciturn, bombastic and obnoxious; tenuous at best with his elucidation and intolerant of others, blind to the sorrows surrounding him and the satisfied possessor of an almost fish-like attention span and a horribly inconsiderate Atheist, Tommes is a difficult creature to get on well with.
Yet, when one reaches a bit closer, we discover that it merely get’s even worse. He abuses, betrays, robs and occasionally dismisses friends and enemies alike, is a racist, sexist, a rampant fan of barbarianism where it is to be had and an aficionado of alcohol even when it isn’t.
The most insulting fact of all is, however, is that he believes himself to always be doing the right thing.
Thankfully, however, he is not all vice. None can deny his unsurpassed genius, nor can they denounce his work ethic. He remains very… excitable when making new discoveries, yet can be calm and composed, even gentleman-like when sober and with his favourite brand of cigar.
He also has a distinct sense of honour and, although usually confining it to the battlefield unless it otherwise suits him, he obeys it like law and never indulges in dishonourable practices unless for a greater good.

~Likes/Dislikes~

~Likes: ‘His kind of people’
Alcohol
Cigars
Pluto
‘The women’
Merlin
Collecting information
Barbarianism
Himself
Appearing ‘cool’
Thunderclap

~Dislikes: ‘Not his kind of people’
Children (basically anyone under the age of 30 (physically or mentally))
Monkeys
Hardebak
Cigarettes
Those kinds of men
The ‘ape-people’
Confinement

~Skills~

Elemental Magic – Your basic magical mumbo-jumbo; ice, water, wind and thunder he can both create and wield with ease. Tommes, however, has had one too many brushes with fire, so makes a distinct point not to learn it.

Time Manipulation – Although capable of manipulating time for himself, Tommes cannot bring anyone or anything with him on his journeys through time, nor is he ever capable of meeting himself in another dimension or in a time loop, both of which are the reason he cannot take anyone or anything with him through time. He can, however;

Slow time - (Provided he slows with it)

Speed up time - (Vis a vis)

Send Time ‘Out of Whack’ – Such a manoeuvre Tommes will rarely attempt, it effectively sends time hurtling in all directions, an attack capable of ripping hundreds upon thousands upon thousands of ‘time holes’ all over the universe… for although Tommes cannot take anything back with him, he is capable of giving them the opportunity to do so.

Time Wall – Manipulating the very fabric of the universe around him Tommes can, provided he has a time zone in mind, open one small hole in the face of time to work as a ‘wall’ in front of him, perfect for sending an oncoming enemy attack or an oncoming enemy sometime else.

The Grand Parchment – From all the information Tommes has recorded he can select from and, via some slight particle manipulation, have it appear before him with but a wave of his hand. Of course, to do much larger objects would take a much greater amount of time, as would it be to take into account weight, abilities and such.

Thunderclap – Tommes perpendicular bolt crimson lightning, it is most commonly used as a steed for when Tommes wishes to make a somewhat dramatic appearance, it does have some practical uses in combat. For instance, Thunderclap can travel at speeds remarkably close to the speed of light, making him extremely effective for dodging a grand variety of attacks.
Notable too is Thunderclaps melee ability, provided the battle is taking place on a planet with a reasonable atmosphere, of rallying its golden brethren for a grand assault upon the enemy, raging down from the heavens.

~Biography~

If you didn't know, I actually plan to write a little story about this charming fellow some day, hence the asence of a biography. Ragardless, I would assume you would have all the information you would need from the 'Occupation' (apologies for stealing your template, Guv') and so see no need for complaints. However, if you do spontaniously combust in voracious disaproval demand a bio, I'll put up one as soon as I can.

[Hip-Hop]

If you haven't noticed I've swapped out characters for this battle, hope that's not a problem ^^

[Hip-Hop]

When is this going to get underway?

[JUSTICE]

Yeah... I dunno. Come on BD, let us start this, and with it's commencement may the dawning of a new and glorious era fall upon us all.

Oh, and nice name change Switch.