And suddenly...

[Rem]

Rem fixes his internets and returns.

So of course the first thing I do is head straight to the Challenges section to take care of things. In my absence a couple of people requested battle with me, cyberseraph(AKA Chariot of Fire), and Dawning Kensei. So, the three of us shall battle, and perhaps one more participant I guess. I haven't decided what character I'll use, or if I'll use someone new, I'm thinking of making this a low powered battle as well. Well, we'll see. Post to acknowledge this and whatnot.

Oh, Standard rules and I'll choose the location.

[violent_anger]

i'm willing .

[Elegant Esthetics]

I see this, and I see DJ looking at the thread. Great.

But welcome back.

[Chariot of Fire]

Welcome back Rem. My character will be Zauberei, and I don't think you need his template. Let me know if you do.

[Rem]

Alright, good, let's move along. I don't need Zauberei's template, for those of you who do, simply look it up on the khirp wiki. I migh not need your template either, v_a, for they are short, simple, and easy to remember (no offense), unless you plan to use someone new, otherwise just tell me who it is (e.g. That girl with the alien technology). I will need yours, DK, sorry, I'm not completely familiar with any of your characters.

As for me, I'll be using a new character, I'm in the progress of creating it so I'll have it up when I'm finished.

[violent_anger]

how is this battle going about though? team or FFA?

Yeah, I think alien-chick will do.




If there's something strange in your neighborhood...

[Rem]

Uh, I think a free for all would be more exciting, though CoF and I will most likely try to fight each other primarily.

Name: Metsubou

Age: 49 -Despite his age, he appears rather young, his skills in magic have kept him young, and time cannot cause his demise.

Gender: Male

Race: Unknown

Appearance: Get to it soon.

General Interests -
- Magic
- The Arts
- Food

General Dislikes -
- Nasty food
- Normality
- Conform

Armaments: Sankyou

This weapon is a simple blade, similar to a samurai blade, it is enhanced with magical properties. It is a very light weapon and serves as a bridge to the other planes, this is what makes it different from common weapons. The weapon is connected the other Planes and can use/unleash their power to a small degree, and can even transport things/beings to said planes.


Abilities/Talents

Magic: A love in his life, something that he enjoys so much that he spent many, many years after creation to learn and master magic. Books, teachers, former masters of magic all assisted with this quest, sending him to his current state. Metsubou can now use and manipulate magic, from psionics to the basic elements, it's all second nature to him. Despite covering many branches, his use of magic is mainly through thought and mental discipline. He can also cause attacks, objects, etc. To move at the speed of magic, yes, magic has a speed and it is faster than almost every other speed, to my belief.

Cosmos/Space: Metsubou can bend the cosmos to his will, the possibilities aren early infinite with this. Ranging from collapsing stars with a snap of the fingers, to moving wandering black holes at insane speeds, to creating black holes in the most unlikely places. The cosmos power acts to his will.

Plane Projection: Metsubou's 'final' power lies in projecting himself to other planes completely. It's also a good time to mention that his body is unique, it is not matter, energy, what is it? I sometimes wonder myself, it's almost void-like, for it can adapt to the surroundings and can even absorb or recycle. If he were to say, enter some place that completely destroyed/ate him away, his body would adapt and by any means make inhabiting that area possible. For now, let's just say his body is made of some kind of special matter, though it is not.


Special Techniques ~

Neth, the Plane that Lives: To be revealed whenever it becomes desired.

The Plane of Non-Existence: To be explained at a later time, though it has been used before by someone known as Justice.

Biography: None.

Character Theme Song: Impulse - An Endless Sporadic
Battle Theme Song: Raining Blood - Slayer

This is just a simple character, it is all the grounds I need to entertain/challenge someone.

[Elegant Esthetics]

Name: Sayrael Elmryn

Title: The Ambrosic Warrior

Age: 26

Race: Aasimar

Appearance:
Sayrael is clad in a shirt that is deep red, and trimmed in gold. Above his shirt and pants is a dark red cloak, the color of blood. Sayrael wears the hood while traveling, to conceal his identity from those that would wish him harm. His boots and belt are made of leather, and have begun to show their age. Sayrael himself is tall and muscular, with hair the color of the setting sun. There is slight stubble on his face, as he doesn’t usually have the time to shave. His eyes are even stranger; golden colored, with flecks of black. This can sometimes give him a feral appearance, but more often gives him the look of one who has seen something otherworldly; whether the subject was divine or infernal is unknown.

Trying to deny who he is, Sayrael often wears a blindfold over his eyes. The blindfold itself is the same color of his cloak, and is tied behind his head. His hands are gloved, and the gloves are the only thing on him that isn’t red, aside from his belt and boots; the gloves are made of the same worn leather found in the aforementioned items. Very few have been graced with Sayrael’s actual visage, since he has changed; all that have understand why he wears his clothes like he does. Not from any particularly terrible look, just from the fact that he has been changed irrevocably, and he knows it; his eyes hold a deep sadness, and a smile hasn’t graced his features in a long time.

Weapons/Armaments:
As a warrior, Sayrael has had to make use of many different kinds of weapons in his time. He prefers to wield a katana, with a blade that is about four feet long and a handle that is roughly eight inches long. The blade is adorned with a phoenix as the crosspiece, in a delicate oriental interpretation. The sword itself has no name, and possesses only one known ability; it can burst into flame at the thought of its’ wielder, and can only be extinguished with a touch of its brother sword, which creates ice.

Skills/Abilities:
Sayrael has learned to use the energies present in every life form to great effect, using a concept known as chi to the Orient, aether to the the West, and magick to the denizens of the Omniverse. This type of energy is subtle when used by Sayrael, but can be used to great effect. This energy can come from both the Positive and Negative power sources, and Sayrael has used a balance of both throughout his life.

Sayrael also has a particular way with words. What he speaks will usually come true, and he can cause things to happen by uttering their true name. For example, if Sayrael says ‘fire’ a fire will be affected in whatever manner he chooses; extinguished, larger, a different color, etc. This power does not extend to living beings, as that would require studies of the creature that could take millennia.

Bio: The gods pride themselves on giving beings choices, allowing mankind to forge their own destinies. So why couldn’t they give me these same choices? Or did they, and I just wasn’t paying attention? Am I simply trying to shirk the blame to someone else, so that I don’t have to accept responsibility for my actions? The answers to these questions lie with others, and I don’t have the time to ponder the truths of the Omniverse. For now, I suppose I should give an introduction. My name is Sayrael Elmryn, and I was born to members of the warrior class; their names are not important now- this is my story. When I was young they sent me off to train with the warrior monks, who have now been killed to the last, save me. On that day I had run away from the monks, tired of their constant preaching and their incessant battling. When I gathered the courage to return weeks later, I saw them all lying dead, with no obvious causes of death, save the stench of destructive energy. Following the faint sense of this energy, I tracked down the killer. After fighting him in battle numerous times, I was victorious, and tried to settle down. I failed. Catastrophes seemed to happen where ever I was, and, lo and behold, I was the only one that could handle them. I slew the Dragon of the Dead, defied the might of three Celestial Judges, and-regrettably- escaped the lustful clutches of a dryad, all in a short span of time. Honorific titles were thrust upon me, but only one of them managed to stick; I was named the Ambrosic Warrior, the head of an order called the Knights of Ambrosia. As the head of the group responsibilities fell on my shoulders, and I stuck to them for a time. It was because of this that I descended through the first twenty-one layers of the abyss, each time seeing sights more horrible than the last. In the twenty first layer I gained the recognition of one of the demons, and he kept me captive for a period of three thousand abyssal years; the equivalent of one human year. Upon my escape I left a steward to attend to the order, hiding myself behind my cloak and my blindfold. I have once again begun to adventure, but through no particular desire for the thrills; no, I now adventure to escape the doubts, the grief, and the pain that I have created for myself. That is my story; what is yours?

[Azanulbizare]

Originally Posted by Dawning Kensei

I see this, and I see DJ looking at the thread. Great.

But welcome back.

Explain yourself .

Edit: Gods of Mythica, DK? Please tell me you know Mythica is copyrighted via My Hairy Ass. >:

[Elegant Esthetics]

The gods of Mythica are the only real omniversal deities, or at least they are the only ones that have been proposed. I used them as a placeholder, but I could easily change it. Which I think I will.

[Azanulbizare]

Uhhh Mythica is my creation, as are the Gods.

Have I ever even posted them?

[Rem]

A ring of twenty-nine planets, all within a special galaxy of their own. Despite their quantity, they lack in the quality department. Each planet's atmosphere is identical to that of Earths and is as easily manipulated. Each planet's surface is similar to Earth's to a small degree, they have bodies of water, large amounts of land, but the planets are complete wastelands, no signs of life can be found. Why, then, would a being such as Metsubou wish to call these planets home? Perhaps it is their special qualities and ties to Metsubou directly. Each of these planets contain large amounts of magic only accessible to Metsubou himself. These planets are also very fragile, destroying them proves to be an easy task for those with the power to do it. However, the planet reforms quickly with the magical energy traces left behind afterwards.

Metsubou waited quietly, keeping himself occupied by building some sort of miniature kingdom out of the rocky floor he stood on. There were three signals sent out, the three people he hoped to contact would have hopefully received the signal, of course, this was rather optimistic. He hoped to gain new rulers, new kings to govern and build these planets into civilized planets, filled with life. Of course, Metsu had to test them first, deem them worthy of such a honor, these are only the first candidates anyways. If it comes to it, he may spare their lives so that they may live to rule a planet.

For now, it was only a matter of time.

OoC: Crappiest post I've ever done, but I don't have much time and it's all that is really needed. Don't worry about post order, whoever wants to post next can post.

[Elegant Esthetics]

After looking at your character again, I guess I don't really have any choice but to use Damien.

His template is in the PiA thread, and I don't feel like copy/pasting it again.

Opening post soon.

[Chariot of Fire]

Someone was calling him?

Zauberei of Kuvoid was on an airplane. Normally on airplanes, the idea is that you are unable to recieve telephone calls because it is impossible to receive a signal while flying. However, Zauberei did not own a cell phone. And the call that he received was nothing like what emitted from those small black boxes. It was strange… Like a small buzzing in his head that wouldn’t go away… He had felt this sort of feeling rarely, and in his personal experience, such a call never ended in altogether pleasant things… However, the buzz usually became more irksome when he ignored it, so without another world, he exited the plain without so much as a flash, simply vanishing from the area as if he had never been there.

To follow the call was not a hard thing. To appear where the call had originated was not a difficult task. However, as he blinked and gazed at the environment around him, he raised an eyebrow at the location to which he had been summoned. A large palace-like kingdom, created from what appeared to be simple rocks and earth. Primitive, yet with a powerful design that seemed to of greater power. Strange. Zauberei had seen many strange phenomena in his time, and this one was another added to his list…

Glancing around, he ran a hand through his long, gelled hair, his fingers twisting through the raven black strands as he brushed a bit of dust off of his military uniform with the other. He had never actually been in the Russian military. He simply liked the garb. Emblazoned with two golden medals, each one shaped in the silhouette of a curled phoenix, his uniform itself was a dark green, like the color of a evergreen tree. He stood in tall black boots, which thudded lightly upon the ground. However, as his dull, dark eyes flitted around the field, his pale white face turned upon a figure he had not noticed at first. A strange figure, one standing in this kingdom like he owned the place… As he was the only other person here, he most likely did own the place…

Zauberei did not speak to him directly, instead speaking in a wry tone that seemed as dry as the dusty rocks around him.

“I hope you’re paying your decorator well,” he said, giving his head a turn as he nodded to his surroundings, “He’s definitely working overtime with this place…”

[Rem]

DK, v_a, please post. If you do not sometime soon, this will become a battle between me and cyber.