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Post: 86572985_1 created on Wed, 26 Jun 2013 14:19:51 +0000
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Tier 1, PC, DM as requested by Yumi, the challenger.

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The Spire of the Ark. The spire is a completely mechanical construct, the spire generates a massive amount of energy, the platform atop the spire remains stationary as the rings and levels below the platform rotate and revolve like orbital halos around a needle. The platform itself rests 30,000 feet off the ground, suspended by the mechanical trunk which gives the spire its name. The platform measures to be 40 feet thick, 500 feet in diameter, and is constructed of Tungsten, Iron, Steel, Titanium, Aluminum, and a plethora of other metals. The air is surprisingly dense with oxygen despite the immense altitude. However, a strong air current constantly rushes past and over the platform with gusts being measured from 10 mph up to 30 and 40 mph. The skies are clear, the sun is hanging over head at the position in correspondence to the time of 2:46 PM. The temperature is around 50-60º Fahrenheit.

Ｒｕｌｅｓｅｔ: Tier 1 Ruleset as set forth by Raziel Elyon.

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Since Yumi made the challenge, and I answered, I'll post first.

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Arkanous; it was a strange name for a family, even though it was more of a Kingdom. A Kingdom that originated from the laws of upholding balance and the equilibrium of life and death, good and evil. They were once a very prestigious and wide-spread family, an organization which resided in the world between worlds. The resting place of existence, it was a serene area, but clouded by the darkness which had consumed the worlds around it, and thus did it begin to consume Reliquum and Obcasus. The Arkanous were often referred to as what some may call, Reapers, beings that dwell in the flow of all things balanced, light and dark, good and evil, unholy and divine, etc. but they were more than that. They were the unbiased, the just, and the fair. They would only step in if the odds were unfair due to some outside power, and so did they live on in a shroud of lore, myth, and legend.

From within the walls of Obcasus, the ceiling seemed to be twisting, turning, spinning upon itself. Things were unsteady, the Flow of Balance seeming to wane and fade before returning again. There rested upon an obsidian throne a being now reborn into the guise of the former King of Darkfangs. He had taken up the name of his host, finding it suiting to his new existence. Fear. The new King of the Arkanous, with his body almost limp upon the cold black throne he seemed to be pondering things. A nearby door slowly swung open and the sound of heels clicking across the marble floor echoed through the nearly empty room. A single beam of light struck upon the thrones, four by the count. Two larger seats within the center, guarded on either side by two smaller seats, each with a crest upon the helm of the chair.

As the footsteps grew closer, Fear seemed to awake from his deep thoughts and turned his armored visage to face the new entity within the confines of the darkened room. The darkness held no boundaries for the new being, for her sight was taken from her at birth. Fear's own Queen of the Arkanous, Ruin. Once revered as a Goddess among the Kingdom of Arkanous for her deadly skills and powers, she now reserved a more humble approach as simply a Queen. It was Ruin herself that had turned Fear into the King of Arkanous, he had been long since dormant with his foolishness and crippling need to fight and shed blood for a cause that was not his own. And with his return to Arkanous, he lost most of his acquired abilities, keeping his natural powers from his heritage. Demonic and Divine could not harm him, for he was both. He existed as a paradox of what should be, or even could be. Something that was both but created from two halves that are destined to destroy one another.

His father was a Demon, an Infernal Hellguard within the ranks of the Hellwraith Kingdom. His mother, an Archangel within the hierarchy of the Heavenguard Kingdom. Two rival kingdoms that were bent on destroying the other completely. Their madness and bloodlust for the opposing faction was unstoppable, they knew no end to their own massacres. It was in this time, that Arkanous stepped in. Offering to help both sides defeat the other by lending their power and allowing each side to demonstrate their power to the other by constructing for them great monuments called Arks. These Arks were merely deathtraps for all who would guard them. Each one destroying the forces of both sides except for two beings, one from each faction. Jerikhus and Fa'yenix.

The ashen gaze of the King of Arkanous panned over the face of his beloved Queen. He saw it in the vast emptiness of her own gaze, the past, the terrible stories and legends that were too gruesome to even speak of, the pain that she held within her mind, never seeing but always remembering. She was a small woman, compared to the King. Standing at around 5 feet and 7 inches from her bare feet to the crown of her head. The black king leaned forward, the crowned helm upon his head following his body's motions as he then gripped the arms of his great dark-crystalline chair and hoisted himself to his feet. He towered over the woman, standing at an astounding 9 feet and 6 inches tall.

Despite his great size, the black king was unbelievably agile, wielding his natural speed capabilities, he could move rapidly, within a moment, he had already crossed the 45 feet that separated him from Ruin, standing behind her and leaning down to wrap his arms about her small frame. His voice boomed with a trembling baritone that shook the air and walls of the cavernous throne room. "What brings you here, my beloved, with such a dire expression?" His paled eyes searched through her, eyeing her body language, her expressions, hand movements, every small detail was taken into thought. And how good was the black king's mind? Upon becoming one with the host and gaining the right as King of Arkanous, Fear had gained the knowledge of all those who had come before him. Learning the secrets of eons long since past all the way to his present time.

She simply produced a letter from the folds of her dress and slipped it over her shoulder, not needing to see where he was before he even spoke to know his location. Fear taking the letter and reading it for himself. "So, a challenge, is it? The ghosts of my past never seem to truly die. Do they?" He loosed from the chasm of his chest a deep chuckle as he stood up and within seconds, the letter had begun to undergo deconstruction. The power he gained from Ruin, Vastities, bearing her name, was the power to deconstruct practically anything of matter or energy back into the Flow of Balance. This means that a stone would return to it's basic elements, kinetic energy would return to potential energy, fire would return to heat and air, water would return to hydrogen and oxygen.

This power did not come without a price, the ability to use Vastities comes from the pure focus of the one wielding it. Fear's affinity with the Flow of Balance was practically able to make using the Flow second nature. But if a question could be posed as to what the Flow is exactly, could be answered simply: The Flow of Balance is a force that dictates how actions are carried out, like a force that rules over how events turn out, good luck, bad luck, evolution, death, life, even as focused as whether a particular molecule of oxygen is to be consumed by a flame and added in as fuel. Things are created from the Flow, such as energy, motion, breath, destruction, creation, electricity, etc. Because the Flow is not exactly sentient, but it grants those who can tap into it a stronger affinity to use the events around them to their advantage.

A blade can falter, even with the strongest of material having been used to craft it. Balance allows it to not disintegrate upon the forging being completed. It allows it to exist and wear itself through time's own methods. Tapping into the Flow can augment that flow of time and balance, accelerating the blade's decay and reducing it to a weak and feeble material that had come together to form it. Everything approaches it's own deconstruction, Carbon bonds and after time, unbinds, water turns to oxygen and mist, fire dies when it can feed no more, life ends and is broken down. Light turns to dark, then back to light. It's all within the Flow's embrace that this occurs.

Fear possessed another power granted by his turning by Ruin, Constructio. Constructio worked like Vastities, only in the other half of the cycle, bringing things together through the power of the Flow and forming it rapidly. For just as all is meant to be destroyed, all is meant to be constructed, so that in time, it too may be destroyed. It is an endless cycle. Creation and Destruction. Fear, through the power of the Nexus Insignia upon his chest, and his affinity to the Flow of Balance, had gained mastery over these forces. Upon his standing, he stepped around to kneel before Ruin's figure, pulling his helm free of his head. Long black threads of hair draped down his shoulders, stray hairs swaying before his glowing pale white optics. "I shall return, and don't doubt me when I say that I shall not stray from my path."

With that, Fear leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead and feeling a telepathic phrase enter his mind from hers. "I know you shall not fail, but hurry back, there is much to still be done." She then turned and kissed his neck before returning to leave the dark throne room, allowing Fear to prepare for his fight. He returned his crowned helm to his head, Axurem forming upon his chest. The pulse of Axurem seemed to flow with Fear's own heartbeat. His soul kept safe within the walls of the Annex, deep in the catacombs of Obcasus' vast library. An archive of the souls and stories of every Arkanous ever known. Within this, Fear's own soul and story were kept, guarded by the Keeper of the Annex; Proavus Arkanous. An enigma of his own right, he had existed within Arkanous since the days of the first King had sat upon the throne. The very same throne that Fear now sat upon. Fear's armored form seemed to embrace the darkness of the throne room, yet he stood apart from it, resonating with his own light, unseen by those without the Arkanous blood and bond.

Black Diamond, that is what the metal which Fear's armor was crafted of was called. Nigh impenetrable, perhaps even intangible. Capable of withstanding heat just under perhaps 3,500 Kelvin, a dense carbon based structure gave the diamond it's dark coloration and incredible strength. As dense and heavy as it must seem, the 'Black Diamond' was strangely lightweight and the joints of his armor made for easy maneuverability, spiked gauntlets and greaves made gripping him a dangerous idea. The chestplate was formed snug to his body structure, every muscle was given room to flex and stretch, bend and twist. But gave enough protection that he could take the hits and keep going. Fear was no longer the simple power house of energies and magic, he had evolved, become something more, something balanced.

He learned to balance power, with guard. Evade, defend, and defeat. He carried the sword forged by his beloved family, his sons, Zero and Archer, his Queen, Ruin, and his most treasured friend, Valena Vores. The blade was crafted as a replica of the custom katana styled blade he had carried since his first days of being an Arkanous, Demon's Bane. The blade's name; Valkyrie. A pure white katana, with a 5 foot blade, the guard in the design of a skull with four wings reaching into a ring, and a foot long grip. He strapped the blade to his left hip, drawing the sword in a single quick stroke against a pillar within the throne room, nothing more than a flash of white metal before it vanished back into the sheath. Walking past the pillar, it began to crack as a clean cut formed in the marble straight through it's form. Fear was ready.

Venturing deeper into Obcasus, Fear found himself in the Annex, face to face with the most ancient of living Arkanous; Proavus. The keeper of the Annex, ageless as he ever was, stood before a single keystone and motioned to a seal upon the wall. "Please, sire, stand before the seal and place into your mind where you wish to go, the keystone and seal will take you there upon command." Proavus then set off into the Annex to tend to the ruins that had fallen into disrepair in his years of sleep. Fear stood before the seal, placing his hand atop the keystone and forming the destination in his mind. He opened his eyes, practically shouting in his booming baritone for the seal to take him to his destination. "The Spire of the Ark!"

The whole room twisted, a vortex forming within the seal's arc that slowly morphed into the image of the Spire. Fear stepped forth, placing his hand upon the image, the image giving way and light engulfing the dark king, transporting him to the location he had chosen. A fold of light opened above the platform of the Spire of the Ark, the sun's light seeming to bend around the distortion as the seal appeared within the air, shaking the Spire to its core. Fear shot from the fold and from his back, great wings of black raven-esque feathers flared and caught the air, a telekinetic pulse generated by the motion of his large wings spreading outwards was sent down below him, slowing him down faster.

Telekinesis and Telepathy; these powers were the natural gifts that every Arkanous was reborn with. A brain so advanced that it was considered to be unbelievable, it was a process during the Arkanous ritual of being 'reborn' that unlocked the vast capabilities of the mind of the one being reborn. Every block and guard, every defense that the mind had constructed was destroyed and removed, allowing the entire brain to be used to it's maximum capacity. This allowed the Arkanous to become more prone to spiritual affinity and an affinity towards the Flow itself. Making it easier to wield the powers that came with being reborn. This meant that Fear could manipulate matter and energy with his motions being the mechanism to cause the kinetic power to be unleashed, moving objects, sometimes rapidly, with any form of body motion on his behalf.

Telepathy was granted to allow for silent conversation and the ability to be located by other Arkanous in times of need or danger. It was handy for an Arkanous to be able to speak with the others while in the presence of others without them needing to hear what the other has to say. This also allowed the Arkanous to organize and tactically plan out what was to occur and what needed to be done within a moment of the thought passing their mind.

Fear's Black Diamond boots struck the metal of the Spire's platform, his knees bending slightly as he placed a hand upon the cold steel, his Nexus Optica Ascendia scanning through the air currents for motion, sound waves for the sound of movement, heat signatures for body heat in the tundra, every movement and motion was noticed and checked. He awaited his opponent, sauntering over to the wall of the pillar which blocked the sun, hiding himself within the shadow of the spire's pillar and meditating to focus his mind. Fear had taken up meditation upon his rebirth as the King of Arkanous. This was also something he did on a subconscious level, sharpening his mind and broadening his thought concepts. This allowed him to better utilize his kinetic powers and the power of the Flow itself.

Axurem thrummed beneath the chestplate's protection, coursing its power through Fear's body. Nexus Insignias functioned as augmentation mediums, amplifying the strength, reflexes, cognitive capabilities, speed capabilities, endurance, stamina, and basically the natural abilities and characteristics of the one who bears it. Axurem resonated with Fear, it was bound to him, and through Axurem, Fear could trust in his strength and endure the tests of any foe.

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