The people will flood in and take their seats as they will be witnessing combat that usually occurs here. The battles are usually decided by a judge, when someone is unable to continue their battle. The champ to beat, is a man by the name of Mimic.
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Amias Nicht was never really a man who capitalized on making a grand entrance. Though he'd been to the arena before--his short-but-sweet fight with the Diabolos from before netting him a fair bit of notoriety around the place--he decided to stick to his norms, relaxedly and casually walking into the arena before his foe decided to show themselves. All of the jobs--the disabling of the weapon--everything had come to this moment. So what would come out of the other door?
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• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
Amias Nicht had entered the place without much thought on his opponent, unfortunately, he would soon come face to face, with himself. The being before him was known as the Reigning Champ: Mimic, who instead focused on making a larger than life entrance as each step of his tended to destroy some of the ground beneath him. As much as he looked the part of Amias, he was in, no way, as strong as him.... at least for the moment. He motioned for the man to come at him as fireworks came out from behind him, signalling his finish of the entrance.
Energy (1275/1400 Energy) Stats 10/12 Equipment Gauntlets Passives
• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 12:40 pm
As his duplicate walked out, Amias didn't move. Instead, he broke out into the heartiest laughter he'd undertaken in years, maybe centuries. "I knew that this...military system had an interesting way of ranking up, but this is too much! Aha...how long has it been since I've seen something this hilarious? It must have been centuries." After a long, happy sigh, his eyes steeled themselves for combat. "If you're a duplicate of me, you must have seen in my memories...you're not the first shapeshifter I've ever faced. So to keep this less dangerous for myself, I'll make this quick." With an insane burst of speed, Amias would rocket within striking distance of his foe. But...instead of physically striking, his foe would suddenly feel the bombardment of a particularly powerful technique, especially in Amias' hands; Dragon Dance. The force of a complete physical onslaught was now pressing down upon him, with its giver hardly moving a muscle. If this attack were successful, his opponent would already be in terrible shape, given Amias' tremendous strength. To add insult to injury, the area around Amias would suddenly appear as bright as the sun, making it extremely difficult for his foes to look on without extreme ocular pain.
Energy (1325/1400 Energy) Stats 10/12 Equipment Gauntlets Passives
• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
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Twirling his onyx complected umbrella in the milky tinted flesh of his right hand he strutted down the alleyways with the utmost fascination for the structures around him, it was as if he had been immersed in the city life having never kenned it prior. As he would ambulate down the aisles that made up the cobblestones of the city, he would find that he would come to a building of sorts that made a moiety of an open grape with people pouring in, screaming, and the stench of alcohol and blood filling the air. He would find himself quite regaled for the time being and sought to ken what was going on and due to this curious nature he would sneak off inside.
Once he had gotten past the sentinels, he went inside and climbed the aisles to find an open seat to optically canvass two warriors, one lycan and one vampire, fighting to what seemed to be the death. He descried those around him cheering as the more blood was spilled between the two but he kenned not whether to be concerned or not. He didn't even ken if he should avail but he was trepidacious if he did he might interfere with this populace's customs and offend them. However, if he did jump in, what would transpire if he would exhilarate the crowd more and find it even more facile to assimilate into their ranks and learn more of these people?! Such was a peril he, alas, could not reluct. He commenced alacritously pushing his way threw the crowd as many would protest in replication in sundry languages, some he understood like Demonica and Prevalent, others he could not even make out.
"Hey" "Be Vigilant" "Stop Shoving" "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOI-?!"
But their voices would reach him too tardy, as he would have put his right palm flat on the stone, and did a five spin side twirl over the edge to land facing both of the competitors, kneeling and head down, with one fist on the ground and the other hand open in the air abaft him, as if to catch the wind. He would then suddenly look up at the shocked competitors and they would find a puerile man, sixteen no less no more, dressed in all dab ebony carrying in his clenched hand an onyx steel umbrella with a dangling skull head on it. He would let forth a giant smile that revealed the whitest of teeth and blue globes would beam at the two, the color of the sea, as he would conclusively verbalize with the two shocked and bleeding competitors as the crowd stood in silence wondering if this kid was crazy, vigorous, or just plain imbecilic. In authenticity, it would probably be some kind of amalgamation of the three, "Hiya! My denomination is Bubbles. Want to play with me?" But when he verbally expressed that, they may have taken it offensively, as if he were travestying them when in authenticity he genuinely only did optate to play.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 1:46 pm
There are the Gods of the Arena, he recalled the woman's words. Those who have won time and time again, proven themselves superior warriors in every category. Craftiness, power, enthusiasm, and especially their ability to please the crowd. These warriors, these battles, simulate real war: it is won not only in the field, but by the crowd. And he could remember their names.
The first God of the Arena, Salome Partolemaeus, a vampire woman with a peculiar power: she breathed ectoplasm that petrified portions of your body. She was known to be ruthless, sadistic, and exceptionally agile. None have ever seen her draw a weapon. Instead, she parries with the vambraces covering her arms while she manipulates the ooze to destroy her opponent from within.
The second, the Marquis of Gelderland, Sebastien von Treven. An Incubus who has lived for hundreds of years, coming originally from Fraxon. Unlike most of his kind, he does not frolic around in the shadows playing mind games with people. He is a ruthless swordsman with few comparison, and even a single hit from his blade sways the mind; affects you with a love and adoration for him, which he will use to swiftly chop off your head. His right hand wields a sphere of energy that radiates warmth; those who stay too near this warmth begin to burn up and grow deathly ill. He is a man of exceptional subversive talents.
The third, the Drowner, a Merman named Thelodaces Makedon. He floods the lower portion of the arena; for this reason, the gates must always remain tightly shut when he battles. Currently, he is the Grand Champion of the Arena, for few can defeat him in a battle within his own turf. Worst of all, within water, he can shut down sight. While this hampers his own ability to see, the man wields a whip that follows organic presence, snaking around the water unseen until it catches its prey and rips them to shreds.
Finally, the up-and-coming challenger, Morgwynth Feldomar, a Dawn Elf Siege Master. The name of her game? Light, and poison. The significance of her holy-coated weapons in a city full of unholy beasts is severe; she is known to strike from a cloak of moonlight and burn her enemies inside-out. Matches with her as the foe tend to be quite . . . short.
He had a goal: to train a group of progenies capable of taking down all four of the elite gladiators. He didn't know where he'd find such a precocious squad of individuals, but the mystery was half the enjoyment. The man entered the seating area of the Arena of Luimira and observed his surroundings. He would - or hoped to - find the curator to see if there were any available gladiators willing to enter into contracts. However, on lieu of the way to his destination, he found an odd individual donning the supercilious identity of "Bubbles". <******** Bubbles? He laughed quite notably. "Are you a little girl or something?"
This place... she really hated this place. Always had. It was the kind of place people like her tended to end up. Between the darkin blade, Gabriel, and her guns, she looked like the kind of person who would spend a considerable amount of time in the Coliseum. She had frequented this place when she first arrived in the city, in fact her name became well known. She got her a** kicked, she kicked a**, but that was normal. Eventually... she was simply too strong for the people who came here, that or the strength level declined. The combatants were too far below her boot. ANd she stomped them out ruthlessly for a short while. And then she became interested in better ventures. Still, once in a while she came back here to see what was going on. Her body levitated down to the stands from over the walls, hands in the pockets of a long black coat, golden eyes hidden behind dark lenses. She stepped towards Adriel and bubbles after she mocked him and removed her glasses before looking at him judgingly. "Well, your name is Adriel. Which sounds like my little sister's name. You have little room to talk with your flowing girly locks. Why are you here with the little people?" she asked incredulously, mocking a man whom she had just enough knowledge of to know he wouldn't make a fuss over a bit of teasing, all the while turning her head to the side, impassively eyeing "Bubbles" with pursed lips. She almost looked bored, with a katana at her side and both a shotgun and a greatsword of unique make and build on her back.
Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 7:16 pm
The sound of metal colliding with stone was echoed loudly throughout the small corridor as a man clad in full plate armor slowly made his way to the spectator area. He'd been called here by a man who went by the name Adriel Helios, who he knew was the current Captain of the Royal Guard of Nocturne, a rank that he himself hoped to one day hold, though he personally didn't care if it was in Nocturne or any city really. He just wished to be able to put his training and his skills to use somewhere instead of wandering around without any true purpose. When he'd been contacted by the Captain he was rather excited, assuming that there was a small chance that he could somehow make his way into the Royal Guard as a knight. Stepping through the exit that lead down to the steps that he was told to meet the man at, Constantine allowed his eyes to shift down the steps, looking over the various people watching the fighting below before stopping upon the man he was looking for. Walking slowly down the steps the brown haired knight kept his gaze locked on the male, though it did shift slightly to the side when he saw a woman casually floating near him and he presumed was speaking to the man. He stopped mid stride to check and make sure he should still approach the two before shaking his head and deciding it wouldn't hurt to just go to them and be as respectful as he could be. With that in mind he continued walking towards them, reaching up to take his plate helmet off before stopping next to them and stiffening his body up slightly, entering the usual stance most soldiers take when speaking to a superior. "Captain Adriel, Madame Aurelia, it is a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Constantine Marquise. You requested for me to meet you here Captain Adriel, how can I be of use to you at this moment?"
Energy 2050/2050 Stats 8/11 Equipment: Plate Armor, various weapons Passives
• • The Demon's Dance The way the Incubus seduces others with their charms. Regardless of rank, the affected will find it very difficult to deny them. If the subject is two ranks lower then the user, they're automatically seduced. The higher ranks can be seduced as well, but it'll be more difficult. Once captured the target focuses only on the Incubus, sort of like tunnel vision blocking out the surroundings. To clarify, seduction is energy. It is not eye-sight or hearing based. It's an aura that pushes outwards and seduces people. It can't be blocked by barriers/etc. People seduced will not attack you, and you can basically force them to do things depending on what you say. They won't hurt/kill themselves or attack another person.
• The Game This can only be applied to someone the Incubus has met before. Since Incubi appear simply as men, it's impossible to tell them apart from others. The moment you interact with them, they can register your desires. They'll remember you, and discover the aches and wants of your body. They'll know what sort of kinks you're into, and what type of person you like. They can use this to seduce you in person, or they can use it to manifest in your dreams. They'll send a little fraction of themselves to wherever you lay your head at night, and corrupt your body with their touch. When a victim is stronger and more able to resist them, they'll stick to beautiful and elated imagery to keep you hooked on your fantasy world. Timid and fearful victims will often be tormented with their desires, controlled by them rather than gifted them.
When a victim is truly infatuated with their fantasies, or crippled into submission by them, the Incubus has the power to manifest their spirit completely. They will then loom over them, and please their bodies however they want. This is most often used simply for the personal satisfaction of an Incubus, but can also be used for assassination purposes; ie, if the Incubus has reason to kill the target he's seduced, he will. The Incubi cannot use this ability to teleport to people while in combat, or to teleport to people who are in combat. The opponent will not suddenly be alarmed by the Incubi, but worked into it. They'll know they're coming, and will eagerly await them.
• The Claim Passive Often, every knight has a single blade that defines his victories. This single blade that the knight has Claimed as his own is stronger by one rank, and it must be forged by the knight himself. (You don't actually have to write a detailed post forging it. Just go to the weapon shop in your city or the forge or whatever and say you forged it while you were there.)Vanguards possess the ability to own up to 3 of these items. At Novice rank, a Vangaurd may only own one Claimed item. At Adept Rank, the Vanguard may Claim another item. At Master, the Vanguard may own up to 3 Claimed items. Each Claimed blade may have a single advanced special property, though it must not be too far fetched. Where as some blade forgers are limited in their knowledge of enchantments, the Vanguard's imagination is his limit. It can't have the ability to give the owner regeneration, stat boosts, or skill boosts. The properties can range from being able to use a few created elemental skills to being able to be controlled with the user's mind. But each Claimed item must also be approved in the Custom Weapons thread.
• The Oath Passive Every Vanguard, no matter their rank or status, must pledge their Oath and Allegiance to something. Without loyalty or purpose, life is meaningless. It is for this reason that, upon learning this skill, the Vanguard must pledge their Allegiance to something. It can be to a specific person, a Kingdom, or a Deity. The Vanguard must also say an Oath. The Oath itself is made up by the Knight, as each case is different. Once this is done, the Knight gains a +1 to strength and speed permanently.
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The diminutive framed teenager would stand abruptly and with his right hand now the Umbrella of onyx shade with a crystal like skull dangling from a silvery shining chain only a few inches in length, his left hand adorned in a white glove would wipe at his chest, knocking the dust off as he stood still looking sheepishly to the man with long locks who asked him if he were a girl, or something of the nature, 'Are you a little girl or something' came the question with a soft and comforting laugh that would accompany the rhetoric. Bubbles would only turn his head marginally to the side, and then commence scratching his short ebony hair on the back of his head with his gloved hand while smiling a smile fit only for kings and the Gods kindred. A sheepish teen with a smile that could light up the world would stare the man back in the face as he then verbalized with a voice that was all too expected for one his size, it was neither vigorous nor impotent, frail nor superior, deep nor high, and nothing seemed about him to stand malapropos or seem all that special. He was, for one unknowing, a simple Vampire of useless level regards but lived jubilantly in isolated solitude and blissful nescience of the state of the world. Though it was curious, how was one such as himself so incognizant of his own land?
Alas, a woman emerged, one who was armed to the teeth (literally) came and eyed the puerile bubbles with lips pursed and bulwarked his denomination utilizing a comparison to that of the man who lay the first jape. He optically canvassed her with wide ocular perceivers but a mouth that would simply not agape but nodded at her afore engendering a minuscule laugh, "What she verbalized," came his voice once more, utilizing his umbrella as a pointer to the woman and then to the man, as if he were somehow directing the words of frolicsome insult for a pathway from her to him while staying out of it's path, as if by somehow directing it the adolescent man could authentically evade the perilous power of the words. Was this him being weird, incognizant, or simply keenly intellective enough to ken that every word could have pernicious consequences? Even those that were simply designated to jest and arouse for an audience nothing more than frolicsome banter. She had a look in her ocular perceivers, one of deep, that seemed to show a true disdain for this place, he turned his head and pointed the umbrella back at her and verbalized softly, words of yore virtually would be the age from which advice held, "Don't live with deplorable recollections, live for the moment... and if you die. Die with jubilance in your heart but live not for the deplorable recollections, turn them into good ones by simply playing," to which the same smile came, one from which seemed could brighten the world in the most tenebrous of times. True infantile inculpability. Clank... Clank... Clank... came the sound of metal which caused the adolescent Vampire to turn his head to visually perceive what was going on, Clank... Clank... Clank... man this newcomer was strepitous. Clank... Clank... Clank... a man appeared who wore enough armor to ostensibly shield the world from his... well, whatever it was he wore enough armor to bulwark them from. He verbalized ecstatically and seemed to have excruciating bliss permeating his body but would comprise it with rigid formality as he verbalized with the woman who had just frolicsomely bulwarked him. He simply decided at this to visually examine and optically discern what would result from it. Did he work for her? Who were these people? Only now did he authentically commence to believe they were not here to simply play with him. That saddened him.
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First and foremost, he listened to bubbles do some theologian antique period chanting or whatever the ******** he was saying and deemed it proper to give him an odd stare. "Hope you're not just another demented, nutty old vampire." He was so tired of those. There were far too many for one country, and they always seemed to be the loudest people; it was akin to a problem of having homeless drug addicts prowling the streets. Both were crazy, both were unproductive, and both were dangerous. Honestly, 'Bubbles' gave him that impression.
Aurelia on the other hand was an entirely different matter. She was the opposite - another Vaet Diabolos like Adriel, except younger and less experienced. She had exceptional potential though. He knew that one day she could shape out to be on a similar par with himself, which could make her a valuable ally or an obstructive enemy. A nemesis. Adriel preferred allies over enemies though, so he would determine to stay on her good side. It would be refreshing to work with one of his kin as well, which was something he would be clear and vocal about. "Not too different from your name as well, Aurelia. It's because I was born in the same country as you and your sisters, and my father was a devout follower of Michael and his teachings. I believe that like the Nephilim, Diabolos should band together and form brotherhoods and sisterhoods for the same cause." He did not want to give her the wrong impression - from the first of their moments, he would allow her to know the man she was dealing with: one that believed in mutual alliances for mutual benefit. A pragmatist. A diplomat.
He ignored the flowing girly locks comment. After all, he knew his hair was fab as hell.
Finally, that left the Incubus, though he didn't know he was an Incubus yet. He did however immediately feel a pull to him. He... smelled nice. Really nice. He was well taken care of, with smooth and clear skin and an attractive, exotic face. He almost blushed. Then he remembered he had to keep it in his pants until he got the job done, and he kind of suspected that maybe this man was an Incubus considering the spontaneous attraction he'd just felt. But he could make no assumptions. What he did know was of the man's reputation for being a strong, durable and reliable warrior. He originally served Fraxon, but now he seemed to work almost freelance, his loyalty in Emperor West perhaps faltering. Adriel decided he would ask this question first and foremost, as he was very cautious of potential traitors in his ranks, and Incubi and Succubi were known for their fleeting whimsical personalities. "Constantine Marquise. I have done a lot of research on you, and although the paper trail falls off eventually, I have found evidence that suggests that at one point you worked in an elite unit serving West of the Fraxon Empire." He was not sure of this evidence, as it was potentially circumstantial, but he felt the need to suggest its existence. Considering his seismic sense, he could even potentially tell if Constantine was lying if he agreed or disagreed.
"I do not mind your former allegiance to Fraxon. In fact, I am not afraid to say that I don't consider Fraxon enemies, but allies against the Gods. And I go further: I will tell you all my motive right now, and you can choose to cast me spite or follow my lead. I believe that the Gods - all of them - are enemies of this world. That the Gods were barred from entering this plane by physical and magical limitations that have been forcefully removed. They were not meant to reign over us like they do now. They were meant to provide us with wisdom and insight on rare occasion, and to provide stability for our planet and its welfare in a fragile solar system. They have since ignored these limitations, ones that they found unsuitable to them due to their narcissism, and have invaded our world despite this being a crime against their purpose and a grievance to the three planes." He said this regardless of whoever's religion he was offending or obstructing. He didn't care in particular about who God did what. Before the war, he worshiped Zachariah and vowed his life to him. Now, he was one of the people who participated in the God's execution.
Things had changed. He'd begun to realize that the worldview people carried before the war was antiquated and foolish. It was time for them to band together... so that they could... "Create a new future. One without the Gods. One where we rule ourselves, war with ourselves, create our own races, destroy our own races, terraform landmasses, extinguish cultures, birth cultures. These things that the Gods do now forcibly upon us, the games that they play with us, are all to their benefit and our loss. I believe it's time to own our world for ourselves. Otherwise, all the history we write and the lives we change, we can know that they are merely puppeteered; without our will." That was his goal. Those who agreed with him could take up a sword and fight for those ideals. He believed that a world without Gods was one where mortals thrived, and that was simply a possibly that could not be ignored with all that had transpired.
DamianTreverexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx TABTAB The corner of Damian's mouth twitched upward, but nothing more about the gaze he laid on his prey changed. "Do you ever think about your mortality?" He gave her a question, hands in his jacket pockets as he eyed her restraints. "It is a curious thing, knowing you will die one day. Either by an opponent or by old age. Even in the era and world we live in, no being, no entity lasts forever." His head tilted to the side slightly. "Your problem, though, is something more intimate: your own ignorance. Your arrogance."
TABTAB She was borderline crucified on debris that had been fashioned to hoist victims and suspend them in the air. Her two companions, the two dumb asses that had ruined his perfectly good and laid back day. They had been killed already out of a fit of anger. The first had exploded into thousands of pieces of blood and flesh with one, good punch. Casters were always so... fragile. The second was over confident, thinking her speed was enough to win the fight. The problem was that Damian had been able to grab hold of her, and that was all he needed to dispatch her swiftly. And so here he was, having a somewhat one sided conversation with the final member of the assassination attempt. She survived what should have killed her, so why not open her eyes before it all ends; make an example of her?
TABTAB He drew closer to her slowly, kicking any body parts in his way. "You heard the call of greatness, and you answered it." He withdrew his right hand from his jacket. "The issue with that..." He ran said hand through his hair mirroring a comb of sorts. "The call wasn't for you. You were found wanting, and now you pay the price." He lightly places his hand on her cheek, caressing it before placing his palm on her forehead. The captive let loose a scream as fires born from Hell itself seared her flesh. She fought to break free, but only succeeded in causing the barbed wires around her neck and wrists to dig into her flesh. He looked down at her with eyes half lidded and a soft smirk on his face, removing his hand and revealing a design burned permanently into her skin: a rose covered in thorns. His eyes lit ablaze with hellfire as he then torched the rest of her body. This would be the last feeling she would feel: being burned. First her forehead, and now her entire body as the flames engulfed her body.
TABTAB Like flies to s**t.
TABTAB Now with his 'off day' completely ruined of all relaxation, he had been summoned by some Diabolos named Aurelia. He had long been since tired of being recruited for missions just to have them end part way through and leave him in existence limbo, unable to move forward or return to his own indulgences. If it happened again, he was going to burn and obliterate everything. Literally everything. All the things. Until he was put down. As he neared where he was suppose to meet her, he heard the voice of someone going into his own speech. It both amused and annoyed Damian. Amusing because it was something he agreed with: mortals shedding their chains and breaking free of being slaves. Annoyed because his Mistress may very well be one of his targets. If that was the case... he would be a dead man.
TABTAB He walked to the female Diabolos. "There will always be Gods and Goddess, either born as such or who ascend that that station." It was a mortal trap to always want more power. As such, it was those either capable enough through birthright or hard work backed with skill that would obtain godhood anyway. A world where Gods and Goddesses did not exist would itself not exist for long. He approached Aurelia, nodding to her. "You summoned me?" He would deal with the... others as needed.
Strength: 15 Speed: 6 Damage Reduction: +1 The True Form: XXXX. Weapons: ~ Leetha's Blade - Ascalon and Leetha's Guard - Svalinn Energy Meter: 1,300 / 1,300 The Dreadnought Soundtrack:The Theme | The Groove | The Fight
Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 9:47 pm
Aurelia shifted her eyes towards the entrance around when the prepubescent maniac made her no longer what to defend him. Even if he was a cute one. In her mind he was a little dweeb, like her sister was when they were younger. Aurelia just barely managed to contain the feeling of loss she experienced whenever she thought of abigail. Still when Adriel went to speak, Aurelia fixed her eyes on him and smirked. He wanted Diabolos to run in packs? Diabolos are not like those dogs. We don't run in packs, she offered with a knowing smile and a wink. She was not opposed to the idea, but Aurelia was always known for being ornery, as her blood dictated. She did, however acknowledge him further. "Don't worry though, Adriel. You don't need to worry. When things go tits up I got your back. Rare as we are, we Diabolos should stick together... for a time anyway," shed concede. He was strong. Aurelia could respect that. One day, of course, she planned to overtake everyone ins trength.
She would become a god of her own regard, worship or no. She, however let him keep talking after acknowledging Constantine. He didn't hate Fraxon? That was odd given current status, but honestly why would he besides propoganda. No he had an actual point about them being the enemy of their enemy. Their true enemy. Zach had shown her that the third plane had no friends in higher places. God should die. Every single angel, and every single demon. Did she believe that he was deserving of her aid? Well that remained to be seen. The same for the vampire boy and the super attractive Constantine who had regarded her before, to which she merely bit her lower lip as she sized him up and then decided against speaking to. She crossed her arms as Adriel spoke, allowing him to soap box as men of his caliber tended to. By the time he called them a grievence, she had all but lost interest in his speech. At least she was down with the cause.
And then he went on to say they needed a future without gods, and she laughed on the inside because what were the Diabolos if not aspiring to be that very thing. If mortal men were to become what they sought to destroy, would that make their cause false or them hypocrites? Was there a difference. Rather than reply she waited until the man walking to her spoke. She side glanced, seeing a strapping young man belying a harsh power within, and let him speak. He addressed her, and that was all she needed to be sure. Damien Trevere I presume. Good good, I have it on good authority you like to kill things. Elessia has some valkyries outside the city, and amid the ******** chaos due to yet another god putting his hands in the plane, we have been hired to take care of them. You game? Good. Come come, she would say tapping his chest as she moved towards the exit. She'd call back one last time. "Adriel, you wanna be friends? Come find me later. Oh and Constantine... don't be a stranger, darlin," she'd muse.
DamianTreverexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx TABTAB Damian silently blinked. Straight to the point, then. Valkyries that needed their wings ripped from their backs. At least it was better than proving a point to the sheep thinking themselves wolves. He raised an eyebrow at his chest being tapped, but said nothing and instead responded to her with a nod before following her. He got to kill s**t, take their essence. maybe today was not completely ruined after all. His eyes spawned small flames that danced for a small moment.
Strength: 15 Speed: 6 Damage Reduction: +1 The True Form: XXXX. Weapons: ~ Leetha's Blade - Ascalon and Leetha's Guard - Svalinn Energy Meter: 1,300 / 1,300 The Dreadnought Soundtrack:The Theme | The Groove | The Fight
Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 12:07 am
Watching the Captain with a critical gaze, Constantine listened to him speak about the evidence about him working with Emperor West before before abandoning that unit, he couldn't really deny that it had happened. He wasn't ashamed to say he served under the man, if anything it was a somewhat prideful moment in his history, having once been a sex craving demon who wanted nothing but to seduce and bed women and men alike, he'd found himself somewhat reformed upon meeting Emperor West, sure the man was an Incubus like himself; but he controlled it. He used his powers of seduction and coercion to benefit himself, and look at where that got him; a stature that many men would be jealous to have.
Constantine decided upon joining that force that he would make a change in his life, did he still enjoy sex and flirting sometimes? Yes of course, but at the same time he found things to devote his life to, causes that were worthy of his blade and body, ever since he'd left Fraxon he was left without a point to his life, nothing to serve his own good or others. When he'd been contacted by Adriel he hoped to turn that all around, and potentially work with the man and rise in ranks here. So far it was going well if he was to be honest, the man had a good cause against the gods, even if it was left without a true reason. Deciding to answer the mans words about doing research on him, Constantine spoke in his soft-spoken tone, his eyes focused only on Adriel as he did so. "Did I work for Emperor West at one point? Yes. I fought for him and would gladly do so again, no matter what people thought of him he was a man that earned my loyalty and trust, a feat no one else has been able to do." With that said he thought more on the mans words about his crusade against the gods. He didn't find himself believing that someone would fight the gods simply because they were narcissistic, if anything that was a trait gods should have.
No, there was more to that story; however he wasn't about to pry any further into the reasons behind that. He had bigger things to worry about than reasons behind taking down the gods, even though he personally never worshiped a god or hated the gods, if it was something that he could help with and get rewarded for then it would benefit him in the long run. Reaching up to scratch his chin slightly in thought the tan-skinned male thought on his words, wondering if it was truly something he wanted to pledge to. Sure it had its merits and potential benefits, but it had it's downsides as well. Potential death and dismemberment being an apparent one for sure, not that it really mattered to Constantine; if that was how he was deemed to die then it would be so, he would do so with pride that it was against a being recognized as a Deity. When Adriel stopped speaking, Constantine let his arms drop to his side, his helmet resting upon one of the seats near them, having set it down randomly during the speech. "You speak of killing the gods, of how we should control our own fates; but freedom of choice is something that should not be taken lightly. Look at what it's done to others, battles have started over freedom. I do agree that the Gods have a reached a point of abusing their power beyond what they should, but is it truly at the point where we extinguish their lives? I will follow you in this battle for now, however I can not promise that I will strike down all the gods. Some I will have no issues with, but if one repents for their abuse or never abused their power I see no reason to kill them." With his piece said the male turned to the new arrival, a man with the same feeling to him as the woman, darkness that even he as an Incubus didn't permeate naturally. Blinking slightly at his words Constantine instead shifted his gaze to the woman who he'd heard Adriel call Aurelia as she spoke to him about not being a stranger. Raising a single brown eyebrow the armor-clad male just smiled charmingly before nodding his head towards her, acknowledging her words but not really speaking on them at all.
Energy 2050/2050 Stats 8/11 Equipment: Plate Armor, various weapons Passives
• The Demon's Dance The way the Incubus seduces others with their charms. Regardless of rank, the affected will find it very difficult to deny them. If the subject is two ranks lower then the user, they're automatically seduced. The higher ranks can be seduced as well, but it'll be more difficult. Once captured the target focuses only on the Incubus, sort of like tunnel vision blocking out the surroundings. To clarify, seduction is energy. It is not eye-sight or hearing based. It's an aura that pushes outwards and seduces people. It can't be blocked by barriers/etc. People seduced will not attack you, and you can basically force them to do things depending on what you say. They won't hurt/kill themselves or attack another person.
• The Game This can only be applied to someone the Incubus has met before. Since Incubi appear simply as men, it's impossible to tell them apart from others. The moment you interact with them, they can register your desires. They'll remember you, and discover the aches and wants of your body. They'll know what sort of kinks you're into, and what type of person you like. They can use this to seduce you in person, or they can use it to manifest in your dreams. They'll send a little fraction of themselves to wherever you lay your head at night, and corrupt your body with their touch. When a victim is stronger and more able to resist them, they'll stick to beautiful and elated imagery to keep you hooked on your fantasy world. Timid and fearful victims will often be tormented with their desires, controlled by them rather than gifted them.
When a victim is truly infatuated with their fantasies, or crippled into submission by them, the Incubus has the power to manifest their spirit completely. They will then loom over them, and please their bodies however they want. This is most often used simply for the personal satisfaction of an Incubus, but can also be used for assassination purposes; ie, if the Incubus has reason to kill the target he's seduced, he will. The Incubi cannot use this ability to teleport to people while in combat, or to teleport to people who are in combat. The opponent will not suddenly be alarmed by the Incubi, but worked into it. They'll know they're coming, and will eagerly await them.
• The Claim Passive Often, every knight has a single blade that defines his victories. This single blade that the knight has Claimed as his own is stronger by one rank, and it must be forged by the knight himself. (You don't actually have to write a detailed post forging it. Just go to the weapon shop in your city or the forge or whatever and say you forged it while you were there.)Vanguards possess the ability to own up to 3 of these items. At Novice rank, a Vangaurd may only own one Claimed item. At Adept Rank, the Vanguard may Claim another item. At Master, the Vanguard may own up to 3 Claimed items. Each Claimed blade may have a single advanced special property, though it must not be too far fetched. Where as some blade forgers are limited in their knowledge of enchantments, the Vanguard's imagination is his limit. It can't have the ability to give the owner regeneration, stat boosts, or skill boosts. The properties can range from being able to use a few created elemental skills to being able to be controlled with the user's mind. But each Claimed item must also be approved in the Custom Weapons thread.
• The Oath Passive Every Vanguard, no matter their rank or status, must pledge their Oath and Allegiance to something. Without loyalty or purpose, life is meaningless. It is for this reason that, upon learning this skill, the Vanguard must pledge their Allegiance to something. It can be to a specific person, a Kingdom, or a Deity. The Vanguard must also say an Oath. The Oath itself is made up by the Knight, as each case is different. Once this is done, the Knight gains a +1 to strength and speed permanently.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 11:03 am
Clanking of metal soles from combat boots echoed from the nearest entrance before a human figure stepped through the darkness of the corridor and into the light of stadium. "What's all this talk about Emperors and Gods and successions, I guess even I can't be caught unawares hm? It's good to see you Captain Helios. Funny I'd run into you here on my day off." Something about the way Aldrich addressed that issue made it seem like it wasn't quite as ironic but more planned than he let on. Entering back into his casual stride the young Royal Guard member walked over to the two men and gave a slight bow to his superior before turning his auburn gaze to Adriel's conversation partner.
A tall man with a few inches over Aldrich himself. The way the person in armor conducted themselves breathed military and nobility. Was he going to become a new recruit? The answer was probably yes if Adriel was giving him his little speech about revolution. Stretching out one of his arms Aldrich waiting for the one known as Constantine to shake his hand, a friendly gesture. "You're zeh new recruit yes? It's nice to meet you. I'm Aldrich Kohl." While his right hand was waiting to be shook his left hand was laxly positioned over the grip of Sophia on his left thigh.
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Sorry for the small post, wanted to get something out before I run off to the store with le grandmum.
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