Raven Higuard Class: Berserker | Bloodline: Reaper | Rank: Novice | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 850/50 "The world is always different through another's eyes."
Raven had simply kept a faint smile across his face as he started moving up the hallways heading for the exit of the cave itself. She was tough to carry but Raven would keep going even if his knees gave out on him. Once he had made it to the mouth of the cave he could feel the lava pouring into the cavern below but he also felt something soft against his shoulder. Raven glanced back at ignis as she laided her head on his shoulder and called him an idiot as they started to move away from the cave itself. Raven would look foreword and keep quiet for sometime until they were out of the blast zone of the volcano. His voice vibrated softly back to her as he spoke. "I never was good at playing The white knight..." he finished faintly heading out of the alley and getting back on track to the city Come on...Were Going...
Skill used: Creation S rankx2
Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 3:31 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
It was not long before the Diobolus reached his destination... the Volcano Alley. In this area, the heat was quite literally turned up. The Diabolus had a thing for fire and heat, but this was a little rediculous. As he came upon the entrance of the valley, he sat down and began to meditate near the entrance. He had been out of his iron form for quite some time... not a particularly wise idea. If he was to fight a dragon, he might get eaten alive, especially since he wore no armor. Greed was strong willed, but he was no fool. As he crossed his legs, his mind began to clear. Within no time, he was able to maintain a blank slate, as he was supposed to do during meditation. The berserker focused on his body, and slowly began to count his breaths. [1/2]
Eventually, the berserker was in a peaceful and fully meditative state. He enjoyed the feeling, it was rather blissful, and allowed him to take his mind away from the atrocities of the outside world. The berserker found that true paradise was within his own mind. Slowly, he began to gather his energy. He placed it evenly throughout his body, feeling all of the fiery chi run throughout his veins as he attempted to make his body stronger. It took a few minutes, but the berserker graduall felt his skin changing composition, solidifying and hardening. Eventually, Greed was once again not only as solid, but as strong as iron. Nobody would be able to tell however, as his skin's complexion was completely normal. [2/2 iron form activated]
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 550
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 4:09 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
No sooner did the Diabolus finish his meditation before he got up and began his quick stride, dark black combat boots gliding smoothly over the cracked and molten ground as he entered the alley of flame and lava, perspirating slightly as he walked in search of the dragon. He was going to attack the first dragon he saw, regardless of how big it was. He had it locked firmly in his mind that a dragon was going to die. It did not take him long before he happened upon a group of dragons. There were several black dragons, and a couple of red ones. However, in the center of them all was the biggest, most badass looking dragon out of the entire group. They all turned to look at him, fiery eyes gazing into his black hole of a soul. He pointed to the big, epic looking dragon. "I'm here to kill you. Now, you can either: A face your death with dignity and com fight me, or B: send all of your lackeys after me, and watch me kill them before I fight you. The choice is yours." He said, shrugging as either choice really had no bearing on the outcome. In reality, Greed was hoping he would pick choice A, as choice B would most likely result in the demon's death. The dragon's face scrunched in thought, and it contemplated what Greed had just said to him. After a moment it spoke in a deep, rumbling voice. "You speak with arrogance... or confidence. Perhaps both. Either way, I care not. I will fight you demon. Take a good look around you, as this will be your final resting place." He said, before rising and standing at full height. He towered over most of the other dragons, and walked towards the Diabolus. This was going to be quite an interesting battle. Greed sent energy into his claws, and within moments they had expanded, now over a foot long and being very deadly looking. Greed knew very little about his opponent, so he decided he would have to figure him out as the battle waged. The two fighters ran at each other, the distance closing fast as both of the fighter's were rather speedy. the dragon spewed a gout of fire from it's mouth at Greed in an attempt to char the berserker before the fight even started. A simple technique, easily deflected. The berserker used the flame deflection skill and the flame parted straight down the middle and simply bypassed him. As they neared Greed threw a wicked heymaker punch at the Superior Dragon fighter's face. The dragon was evidently quicker than the demon had anticipated, as he simply moved his head to the left before throwing an energy filled uppercut into Greed's stomach. The blow connected, sending Greed flying. The berserker tumbled threw the air, hitting the ground and bouncing before skidding several feet and stopping just before he reached the ledge of a volcano. Getting up and coughing slightly, Greed chuckled. "Nice one. That almost hurt!" He said, before running at the dragon. The dragon jumped and did a 360 in the air, attempting to tornado kick greed in the face. The berserker dropped to his knees and bent his back, his momentum carrying him in a slide underneath the dragon as he reached both claws u, scratching at the dragon from underneath.
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 550
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 12:55 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
The demon's obsidian black and energy lengthened claws made contact with the dragons underside, carving deep rifts and valleys into the creatures flesh and scales as he managed to do so. The Superior dragon fighter roared out in a fit of pain and agony, his golden eyes narrowing and his back arching as he did so. Greed popped up onto his feet as he got back up. Luckily, he had managed to obtain an iron form before this battle. If he hadn't the dragon just might have ended up breaking his sternum with the punch at the beginning of the fight. The dragon attempted to hit greed with a spinning elbow, who ducked under it quickly. He punched the dragon in the face, knocking the beast's head back before trying to punch it again. It brought up an arm and blocked his punch, before punching greed square in his nose. The punch did very little in terms of damage, but it sent the demon stumbling from the force of the punch. The dragon took advantage of this momentary pause and jumped forward, slashing at Greed with claws of it's own. evidently the attack was augmented, as the slash went through Greed's armored skin, riveting through his arm. Greed moved his arm away from the searing claws and hissed, inspecting the damage done as he did so. Evidently there was no deep damage, it was just a moderate wound. It was nothing but a deep cut, no laceration of muscle, tendons, or bones.
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 550
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:27 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
The demon scowled at his prey, realizing that perhaps accepting Allistair's challenge would be significantly more difficult than he thought originally. He stared the dragon down, wondering what his next plan of action should be. Greed figured out what he needed to do. Christ this is gonna hurt. He thought to himself sullenly as he prepared himself, standing near a ledge he faced the dragon down as it charged at him, preparing himself for a painful connection. He widened his feet, and watched as the dragon sailed through the air, knocking him square in the chin with a maginificent superman punch. This punch would have sent most crumbling backwards and into the volcano. However, Greed had prepared himself. Using the null technique from the boxing style, he was able to stop himself from being thrown into a fiery grave.Greed then ducked underneath the draconian's second swing, moving quickly and positioning himself behind the dragon, charging his left clawed fist with energy. "Burn." He said simply as he punched the drsgon in the back, sending him spiraling down into the volcano. Greed waited for several moments, making sure the dragon didn't survive. Satisfied that the dragon could not have lived from the fall, he began walking away. However, a faint flapping noise could be heard... getting stronger every moment. Suddenly, the dragon rose from the lip of the volcano, flying on a set of vermillion red and reptilian looking wings. Damnit... I forgot he had wings. He thought to himself in an annoyed tone. It wasn't the fact he was scared to continue fighting the dragon... it was the fact that he was almost sure that plan would have worked. Now he needed to come up with something else to kill the beast, and quickly too. Before he ran out of energy. His energy reserves were moderate, but he knew that if this fight dragged out that he would grow weary far before the superior dragon fighter did.
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 425
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:17 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling: tired, slightly injured (left arm), ready to end the fight.
Feared Exalted Evil?
Greed began bouncing on the balls of his combat booted feet, bobbing and weaving lightly, his head always moving inside his boxer stance. He decided he would box with the dragon for a moment before he really turned up the heat. As the dragon and Greed neared each other, Greed ducked down and threw an uppercut upwards, springing upwards with the swing to knock the dragon backwards. He hit the dragon in the face with the uppercut, the connection sending the beast reeling as Greed's fists were still quite literally made of iron. After the punch connected, he followed up with a quick jab, which connected with the beast's left eye, making the superior dragon fighter see stars for a moment as he was once again hit with an iron clad fist and Greed's demonic strength. before attempting to end the whole combination with a wicked right hook. The beast ducked under the punch and moved forward, at which point the diobolus began charging his energy. He wrapped his arms around the dragon, attempting to keep it from taking him to the ground. This attempt did not last long however, as the dragon was a slight margin stronger than Greed, not to mention more experienced. After a few minutes Greed struggling to make the dragon bottom out he was taken to the ground, and the dragon was on top of him. His energy was almost completely charged, and not a moment too soon either...
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 375
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 11:54 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Novice • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
the Superior dragon fighter roared in triumph, raising it's arm above it's head as a bright and searingly hot blade of condensed and supercharged flames formed along one of his forearms. Just as the dragon prepared to strike down and stab the blade of fire straight through Greed's face, the demon decided he had had enough. "Get... OFF OF ME!" He shouted before he unleashed the skill he had been charging his energy for. Suddenly, a huge roiling wave of black flames erupted from the berserker's body. This wave of flames instantly hit the dragon, who was right on top of him. The dragon was sent flying backwards, tumbling through the air and landing roughly twenty feet away from Greed. Greed then charged demonic energy into his hand once more, watching a rod form into his left hand. The rod formed three tips, making a trident. The berserker cocked his arm back and sent the trident flying at the dragon, watching it spiral through the air at an amazing speed. It struck the dragon fighter in the abdomen, going clean through his gut and leaving a gaping hole. The dragon gasped as it fell to it's knees, clutching the abyss where it's stomach used to be. Greed rushed at the dragon, jumping through the air. As he neared the dragon, he slashed at it's neck with his enlengthened claws. His strike was successful, and he beheaded the superior dragon fighter, sending it's cranium rolling over the sulfur and ash covered ground. Walking over to the head calmly, Greed picked it up. "Well... this one won't exactly fit inside my jacket. Looks like i'm carrying it all the way back to nocturne. Hopefully no draconian's get too butthurt on the way back to Ruskula station on the train." He thought to himself with a chuckle before leaving the area, gripping the Superior Dragon Fighter's head by the horns. [mission: Slay Superior Dragon Fighter completed] -exit
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 550
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 7:34 pm
簡Tiranus 簡
The God Of War
• Rank:Adept • bloodline:Pagan • Class:Dragoon • currently equipped:full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture) • feeling:calm • Condition: normal • Weapons:Spear, Greatsword (Same greatsword in picture)
Deadly Worshipped Merciless?
prepare yourself, Tiranus. We are nearing the volcanoes, and shall be within sighting of the dragons shortly. The dragon warned his companion telepathically. Chestnut brown eyelids would snap open, revealing a set of caramel brown eyes that stared out into the dark cloud riddled sky. The dark skinned warrior had decided to take a nap on his way to the volcanoes. Though how he managed to sleep on such a turbulent form of transportation, with gale force winds roaring violently around him was unknown. Sighing, Tiranus would begin to activate his energy, Feeding a steady stream into the new tribal like markings on his body. His body would begin to shake, and the pagan would fight to remain a hold on his rage. Even with how much he cared for his dragon, it was taking him practically everything in his power not to attack it. The God of War's mind was clouded with so much violence... and it did not go unnoticed by his partner. The dragon shifted uneasily underneath him. Ty... be careful. That ability is powerful, but you are not yet familiar with it. Who knows what kind of consequences it might bring? the silver eyed beast warned ominously... though the God of War couldn't have answered him, even if he wanted to. He was too focused on not causing harm to his dearest friend. The demi god's eyes would begin to glow a vermillion tone, not a trace of any color able to be seen in the orbs as the red even overlapped the whites of his eyes. The tribal tattoos on his body began to glow brightly, the markings even shining through his full suit of dragon bone armor. The dragons slayer grabbed his helmet from his belt, slipping the headpiece over his raven dreadlocked dome. Then... he felt a change. The red glowing tattoos began to peel themselves off of his body, the tendrils waving about him like deadly snakes poised to strike. This is when Tiranus felt his rage increase by ten fold. Snapping his fingers, the war god would conjure three bright golden colored spears that levitated in the air around him. He held out his left hand, and a spear the same color as those previously summoned materialized in his gauntlet covered hand. The man felt his rage steadily increasing, and upon sight of the first dragon he nearly lost it. VEXION. I have to get away from you! NOW. get ready for a tail launch. The war god communicated shakily, wanting to get away from the dragon before he unleashed his primeval wrath. He then jumped off of his small comfortable perch, flying through the air and snagging the silver and maroon barb that could only be Vexion's tail. The dragon whipped it's tail forward, sending the pagan gripping it's tail flying towards the nearest unlucky dark scaled beast. His spear arm was outsretched, long crimson tendrils trailing behind him like the tail of a comet as he sped forward with his spears circling behind him, waiting to rush forward and strike.
Thwack! a large crashing sound was heard as Tiranus slammed into the first dragon, his spear stabbing straight through it's scales and into it's right lung. He had broken all of the bones in it's chest just from the impact, and the tendrils flowing from his body were already steadily at work, ripping and shredding at the dragon before they disconnected hit's head from it's shoulders entirely. The entire ordeal had lasted about two seconds, and the winged beast had no time to retaliate. As it's body sunk from the sky and towards the molten lava filled volcano below, Tiranus would pull his spear from it's body, standing on it's chest before launching off and onto a nearby ash covered cliff. The war god landed in a crouch, his eyes looking for any signs of further competition. He saw two vermillion colored dragons in the air flying swiftly towards him, and one let out a vicious roar, signaling they definitely meant business. As the dragon roared the war god would wait patiently, with his spear posed and at the ready. As they neared, one would spit an intense stream of fire towards Tiranus who would raise his arm up, the dragonbone gauntlet quickly expanding to a large shield that defended him from the roiling hate filled flames. The three golden spears floating around him would stab forward and into the dragon's skull and chest, one penetrating it's heart while the other two penetrated it's eye sockets. As the other dragon advanced, it would be blindsided by Vexion, who swooped from the skies literally out of nowhere in a flash of dark crimson and shining silvery scales. His jaw clamped firmly around the neck of the other dragon, and Tiranus's comrade in arms would shake his head violently and rip a large chunk of muscle, sinew, and arteries out of the other dragon's neck. Three dragons down, and they were just getting started. Dragoon's were known for their brutal efficiency in taking out dragons, but a pagan with a dragoon's power was far more devastating evidently. The enraged god would look about, eager for another kill. He leapt from the cliff, dangerous tendrils spiraling about him as his battle lusting eyes searched about for another dragon. He landed atop a nearby dragon nest, filled with a little swarm of adolescent dragon fighters. They all eyed him curiously, though none made a move towards him... though this wouldn't stop the war god from completely slaughtering the little group of baby dragons. Instantly, all three of his levitating spears shot forward, and the man would c**k the wrist holding his spear back and throw it towards the group. He then jumped forward, tendrils lashing and stabbing in a fury at the small horde as he imbued his arm with a large amount of energy. Instantly, the arm had a bright red dragon's head composed entirely of energy covering and reaching a good distance away from his arm. The pagan did the same with the other arm, and as his two dragon heads tore apart the little dragons to pieces and tendrils doing basically the same thing, a baby dragon would jump past all of the carnage and towards his face, claws outstretched and attempting to eviscerate Tiranus's eyeballs from his sockets. The pagan opened his mouth and a large crescent of cutting energy would erupt from it, slicing the baby dragon in half. Intestines and gore would fly everywhere, and the war god was covered in a bloody mist from head to toe in the aftermath. And that is when he felt it... while he had been busy slaughtering the helpless infant, the mother dragon had seen this and didn't like it one bit. The war god would shout in rage as he felt large claws sink into his back, and was tackled to the ground, his head smashing viciously into a nearby boulder with enough force to crush the boulder. Instinctively, all four tendril stabbed out and backwards into the dragon fighter, impaling clean through her. Still... the claws had done quite a bit of damage, and the collision with the boulder left the god of war's mind reel. Vexion landed right next to Tiranus in a panic, sensing his rider's distress. Rolling over from his back onto his chest, the war god welcomed the embrace of unconsciousness as the hit to his head really started to take effect. The floating spears would all clatter against the ground, and the tendril like tattoos would sink and recede back onto his skin, no longer visible through the armor. Even unconscious, his natural regeneration would take place and swiftly heal the deep wounds in his back from the dragon fighter's sneak attack. It even closed up the gash on his forehead he had sustained from the collision with the boulder, as well as the small fracture his skull had recieved.
The dragon waited for several minutes beside his partner, guarding over him vigilantly to ensure that nobody would try to attack him while unconscious. The god's eyelids would eventually flutter open and he would look at Vexion. He stood up instantly, his body already back to maximum capacity as hr walked over to his scaled comrade. "That was... unsettling. I nearly died." he said softly, jumping atop the dragon and sitting in his customary spot. "Such is the karma for slaughtering newborn babies." The dragon said idly, to which the war god would not reply. He didn't really see a problem with it... what was the point in letting them grow to maturity? Was it really all that immoral to slaughter something he was going to slaughter eventually anyways. But he would not argue this point with Vexion, as he knew it would just lead to a much larger arguement. Instead he would reply with a simple request. "Let's go back to the cliff's edge. I think we've killed enough of these beasts for the day." He said, before the dragon took off into the sky, speeding back to pronta. - exit ((Used: Stab happy, dragoon breath, tail launch, brand of Ares, dragon chomp, beastial leap, protection of the dragon. All attacks are risen a rank in power due to Tiranus's passive aura.))
The ground shook, cracks in the harden molten surface started to open. As the earth opened it's mouth wide a great spire of ivory rose, covered in the molten rock it had risen from.
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 6:28 pm
Super_X_Kami_X_Guru
From the Ivory Rose(Plot device now used lol.), a castle had emerged, turning the once beautifully destructive area into what it was born to be. It was a dark lair, the broken Ivory made into a various dark wave of swirling energy. The birds who entered the dark lair's wave of energy were chopped into bits. The castle itself only had a single. 'safe' way of entry as it was the hopping stones that rested on the lava. If you are to enter, you can safely enter this way, while putting yourself at risk of Volcanic blasts or the whipping cutting ivory shards.
(Safest Way: The Hopping Stones Rules) 1. Flip a coin(Random Number Generator, 1 and 2.) 2. If it lands on a 1, you are safe can continue your travels without a scratch until the next post. 3. If it lands on a 2, you are hit with a few slashes of the ivory shard winds, cutting through anything B rank or below. 4. If you hit a 2 6 times in a row, you will die from rapid bleeding and falling into the lava. 5. Make it past the 8 Hopping stones and you will proceed to the next area.
DervinGoldheart Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 895/900 | Clothes: Clothes are under Equipment and he wears the Crown
Devrin flew down into the area wearing a new set of clothes and carrying new weapons. They were of a new alloy, light but strong. Plus they were very finely sharp. The site of the place displeased Devrin, this was not acceptable. He landed just outside the bad area the Reaper was already there. He nodded to the Reaper and headed in. Seemed the only way into the castle safely was the a path of 8 stones. He and the Reaper stepped toward on to the path. Devrin jumped first.
-Learned: -Used: Chi Sense (Passive) -Equipment:
Military Uniform; Blue=Black, White=Gold, Yurans Cross on his collar. Prototype Longsword Prototype Swords Prototype Katana Prototype Shield (Round) [Outer Coating] Prototype Daggers [20/20] Chakrams Yin and Yang
THEME:
KnightsRoyal
Super_X_Kami_X _Guru generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 7:43 pm
DervinGoldheart Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 890/900 | Clothes: Clothes are under Equipment and he wears the Crown
Devrin growled as the winds buffeted him with razor sharp bone pieces. He touched one of the cuts and cast a healing spell closing the wounds.
-Learned: -Used: Chi Sense (Passive), Minor Heal -Equipment:
Military Uniform; Blue=Black, White=Gold, Yurans Cross on his collar. Prototype Longsword Prototype Swords Prototype Katana Prototype Shield (Round) [Outer Coating] Prototype Daggers [20/20] Chakrams Yin and Yang
