█ █████ YOU'RE GOOD▂BUT I'M『ALISTAIR 』 _______ I CAN NEVER S-S-STOP ►NOT BECAUSE I AM ⇩LIMITLESS _______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED _______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITEDXXXBUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
It was foolish of the man to think that he could truly do this. Lead this nation. When he first joined the nation's military, he died shortly afterwards in a battle with a Necromancer, arguably the strongest ever to live. It revealed to him many things. Weakness, the inability to even protect himself from the onslaught of those willing to go through any lengths to climb the ladder of power. It was power that drove everyone in Luimira city, it made everyone turn on each other. In Luimira, individualism thrived while nationalism was virtually nonexistent. The previous kings were to blame for that. Dating even back to the time when the First Vampire helped build the city, basing his reign on the supremacy of all Vampires. Azazel went on to telling his progeny that only power could help achieve happiness, as if the Vampire Elder truly knew anything about happiness.
It was easy, though. It was easy to assume that the nation wouldn't change for hundred of years, not that it was all that flawed right now. Just about everyone knew who was the King, and what the King would do if anyone would try and dare to put the nation before themselves. He didn't rule by fear alone, but rather with fear via respect. Maybe a little more fear than respect. Fear was the basis of Fenrir's rule, which obviously didn't work out since everyone hated him. The world despised Fenrir, which eventually led to his death by the hands of Liliana. Admittedly, a one sided battle where Fenrir couldn't help but stand there idly due to Liliana's ability to slow an object down enough to almost halt it.
The last thing he wanted, though, was for Nocturne to suffer due to his mental absence. Alistair's presence in the CAZ often made new soldiers feel like they were being trained by the best of the best. A 'Royal Training', as one of his students put it before.Since he had to deal with Red, his military suffered. Less and less citizens were enlisting, and he had to offer more money than ever just to get people to enlist. Commissioned Officers were few in numbers, and he didn't even really have a captain. The next candidate was still on her mission. As he leaned back in his chair behind his desk, he contemplated whether his reign would even be written down as a successful one. Nocturne's power had never been so low before, and even then, it always got right back up. Now, it was Fronta, with it's billions of humans, all led by some supernatural force that Alistair could not even fathom, who led the world now. They often cut Nocturne off from their supply line, unable to do anything in the daylight, Alistair's forced would have to wait until nightfall just to do anything.
All of the thoughts that ran across his head... it was enough to drive any man mad. Perhaps he should have gone with West in the man's quest to stop Fronta. Instead, he told the man to leave, not wanting any part in some 'joint military force'. Perhaps it worked for the best, though. Because of what he did, he didn't have to deal with Yuran seceding from Aramil's grasp. The Empire fell in power, barely being a kingdom now. Nocturne stole many lands in the past, but they wouldn't dare take the lands of an entire nation, especially when they knew that they wouldn't be able to control their own nation and the one they just took over. But the idea of finally taking down Fronta, to storm inside of their holy city and crushing the necks of every proud solider in there... it was an appealing thought..
Once he buried his hands in his face, he felt a familiar presence. As his hands fell, his gaze fell upon the shadowy figure. Her leather armor was rugged and worn down. Her stature as strong as ever. Her gaze, cold. Her skin was nearly grey, not a trace of red anywhere. "Was I wrong in denying him? Was I wrong yet again? Everything I do seems to adversely hurt Nocturne and her citizens. There is a power out there so great that even I don't think that Nocturne would be anywhere near enough to stop it. I would fall on the battlefield while fighting against them. A Joint Nation Military Force could be enough to stop them..." The figure stood quiet, allowing the man to finish what he was saying, but even when the man finished, she remained silent. "Say something!" He finally barked, but he didn't succeed in startling her. The womanly figure opened her mouth to speak, but instead chose not to, choosing first to move behind the chair that Alistair sat in, leaning above it, placing her hands on the man's clothed chest.
When the woman spoke, her voice was surprisingly smooth. Her rough, rugged exterior deceived her. "Imagine what would have happened if you had submitted to the ruler of another nation. Your say in all matters will be eclipsed by West and all other Aramilian officials. By submitting to him, he would have had supreme command of your forces. How long will it take for them to finally stop listening to you? You practically gave your command up. You would no longer be king. And West would have gained yet another nation under his rule. His empire would have continued to grow, and with Nocturne... there would be nothing standing in his way. He tells you that he wants to take down Fronta, but why is it that when their forces came to Aramil's doors, West simply complied with them and changed the official religion of Aramil from Vaet Nocturnum to Vangelism? I guess it's no coincidence that he happens to have ties to the royal family of Fronta."
The woman didn't stop there, though. Alistair remained silent through the time she decided to speak. Taking her hands off of Alistair, the woman moved in front of the man, facing him directly. "Everything you've done as King of Nocturne hasn't been for naught. You started off here as a young boy, killed not long after that. Even after that, you chose to come back here for reasons that I cannot fathom. You've endured pain here like no other, and you chose to come back. A great king isn't someone who constantly tries to lay siege to other lands in order to expand. What makes a great king is their ability to take their past experiences and use it to lead an entire nation from the brink of destruction. When the last King left, Nocturne was left in disarray. The soldiers were unbelievably weak and our military force was a joke. Even when he left, you didn't just claim yourself king. You took on the role of Captain of the Guard, teaching every soldier that walked through the doors and only after you gained the respect of every citizen in the nation did you ascend to the title of King."
Alistair didn't need a history lesson, he knew what he had accomplished, but that wasn't relevant to the point now. He needed to know what to do now. But even as he contemplated, the woman continued to speak. "You've done more than any king of Nocturne has ever done, and you didn't do it with fear alone. The people here... they respect you, Alistair Maric. You are strong, they all depend on you. Its not the time to regret your decisions when billions of people are looking to you for guidance. Just as I had done once, unless you had forgotten. There was a time where I was but a prisoner, and seeing you was the only thing I had to look forward to, even if it was just for a few seconds. Your presence made me feel like I had hope. Because even in that darkness, you were a light at the end of the tunnel for me. I know that I am not alone in my feelings." Alistair didn't agree, "You were a special circumstance, Riza. But even in the end, I needed you as much as you needed me."
As he declined her, Hawke's demeanor grew colder. But she knew that this was just Alistair trying to shrug things off. The man had a habit of doing this, and it thoroughly annoyed her. "What is so bad about needing someone!? Without these people, you wouldn't even be king. You need them as much as they need you! So how is that any different!?" Hawke continued on with her rant, but eventually, Alistair leaned forward, pressing a single finger over her mouth to silence her. Alistair knew she was right about many things. The circumstance of how he became king were, by all means, a just one. The people wanted him here, in this position. He gave everything for them and they knew that. Even for bloodthirsty war mongers, the people of Nocturne depended on this man for guidance. For strength. It was.... pathetic of him to think that he was unfit to lead this nation. This nation... was his.
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:05 pm
CaiusAkatoshi Male|AgeUnknown|6’4”|195lbs Heart of Chaos
Nocturne|Adept|Dragoon|Pagan|
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How much have the world changed? The rise and fall of nations, kings slayed by their own in an ugly cycle of death and greed. The conquest....for power. The word flowed through the mouth with a multitude of meaning, measured by one's strength and by one's actions. Looked upon by others with either fear, or respect. And at times, even both. What were most mortals willing to go through in order to achieve their goals? Scraping away at the soil beneath their feet to climb to the top? Or perhaps exercise fear of death upon the citizens to achieve their seat of power and drive the kingdom in dictatorship? Or even coming back from the abyss to pull a crumbling nation back upon its feet. How fascinating it was, to witness such events. To read about them, to be a part of them. Perhaps it was why the gods themselves took part in it if they could, or even devils.
A blot of darkness loomed out in the distance, the illuminating rays of the moon giving the object features and gradually revealed whom it belonged to, and what rode the darkness. The pale moonlight reflected off of her amethyst like scales, casting a faint shimmering of light which glorified the winged creature. Dragons, majestic creatures that once ruled the skies of Axiom until the rise of Dragoons who slayed these beautiful creatures into submission, and then turned into ownership. Not this dragon though, no...not Yuel. She existed long before Dragoons came to be, before most of these nations came to be named and populated the way they are now. Her purple eye glowed against the darkness like burning coal, painting an image of a beast that is beautiful yet venomous. And venomous she was in her own right. But upon her back stood a man, who's silhouette was outlined in the whitish glow of the moon's light.
Caius...what purpose did that creature have in requesting us to go on that quest for him? A gentle voice touched the man's subconscious, to which he remained silent for a moment or two as the wind ran its invisible fingers through his long purple hair. The dragon already knew the answer, for her mind was synchronized with Caius's. But she asked only to get his opinion on the matter. "This nation is in a state of crumbling. The militia, while solid, is made up of few with its numbers slowly decreasing. Luminia is independent city, preferring to stand on her own two feet. The thought of allying nations is....unbecoming. Doing so would expose the nation to risk of betrayal and harm, much like falling in love with a succubus." Caius explained, his voice firm and serious. "The king is reaching out to those he believes can strengthen the nation, and return it to former glory."
Yuel hummed to herself as she glided about over the city, catching site of the estate. And we accepted as Nocturne is the nation of secrets. Spending thousands of years in slumber, it would be wiser to join a nation and learn as much as we can. Correct? Caius's lips curved into a smirk, nodding his head slowly. Indeed, with how long they have been shut out of the world their best option was to join a nation. And what better nation, then the one which hoards secrets? "Land upon the rooftop."
Ahst ont, master... She mused, nosediving down towards the Estate. Opening her majestic wings out wide, the wind pushed up against them and slowed her down swiftly to the point as if she was floating down. With a faint but echoing thud, Yuel gripped the sides of the building and closed her wings, the moon illuminating her figure. "I hate when you say that..." Caius scowled, only hearing a faint rumbling from the dragon's throat which he knew was laughter. Leaping off of Yuel's back, Caius landed upon the railing of the balcony with precision and perfected balance.
Poised, still as if petrified in place, Caius remained in a squatted position, peering through the window as if looking towards Alistair himself. The moonlight bathed over him, illuminating his figure and lit his eyes up, burning against the night sky. "Alistair." He called out, knowing fully well the hybrid would be able to hear him, that is if Yuel hadn't alerted him already. Some would wonder why he hadn't just go in like any normal individual. Well....not that he has an issue with trust. But he doesn't know Alistair, he doesn't know anyone. Having spent thousands of years asleep, he is still rather cautious. And he would much rather be in view of Yuel, and Yuel be in his view as well. ███ ████████████████...For oblivion, is the fate of all things.████████████████
Strength: 8 ↬ no modifier Speed: 7 ↬ no modifier Energy Pool: 900/900 ↬ no modifier Active Element: n/a ↬ Can change element and class once per post
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. ↬ Infinite Knowledge Pagans are far too proud to ask for training. And for good reason; they tend to be able to do things on their own. Pagans have no 'self-teaching penalties', and they give themselves Master-level training bonuses. They can also obtain missions from a board rather than by request, with the King/Queen's OOC permission.
Talent(s) ↬ Pagan Talent Forbidden Knowledge (Pagan Talent) Talent Description:Knowledge has always been available for the various races of Axiom. Through various sources such as books, scrolls, and even hieroglyphs that either instructed or warned. Some knowledge is good, while others are meant for nothing but destruction. And then there's forbidden knowledge. Something that is restricted away from the world
Omnipresent Through the unique classification of pagan god that Caius is, his knowledge is vast and diverse. And through the corrupted divine blood that runs through his veins, he's gained the ability to understand and learn from all classes. Reaching further than his origin class, he is capable of learning from different classes and even utilize their abilities with certain restrictions. Being the other classes are not natural to him, he may only learn up to a rank under him until he is S rank, where he cannot go beyond A rank abilities in any class other than Dragoon, his original class. And by not being one of the tier gods, he cannot hold so much power into one form. Thus, he can only maintain one form of class each post. Meaning, if he wanted to utilize a mage's abilities he would have to switch. He can only be one class at a time per post.
Word of Power - Knowledge With the immense amount of knowledge, Caius makes a very exceptional teacher. Capable of teaching any individual a skill no matter where its origin is. And not only will he have the knowledge to teach, but the comprehension of breaking it down where they can learn much faster than any other. [-3 post reduction in training]
Knowledgeable Efficiency Forbidden Knowledge allows Caius to understand the ultimate concept of energy and thus how to properly control it and even simplify the amount he needs to use in his techniques. Conserving excess energy, while still delivering the same punch.
Novice Rank - 5pts deduction from energy cost Adept Rank - 10pts deduction from energy cost Expert Rank - 15pts deduction from energy cost Master Rank - 25pts deduction from energy cost Sage Rank - 30pts deduction from energy cost
Note: A skill C rank or higher cannot be lowered past 10pts.
A Fortified Mind A Pagan God who exercises in the ways of Forbidden Knowledge has an exceptional mind, one that is beyond that of others, even more so then his own kind. Caius's mind is fortified in ways that even skilled mages would be envious of. Forms of mental assaults or afflictions are weakened against Caius by an entire rank, losing effectiveness and damage if it is applicable. (Examples would be attempts of installing fear, insanity, illusions etc). And by applying some of his energy, equivalent to the target's rank, he can even reverse the effects upon them.
Talent Weakness: Omnipresent: As stated, only one class can be taken over at a time, and only once per post. Also, Caius can only learn class skills that are a rank under his own, with a cap at A rank.
Fortified Mind In order to reverse any afflictions casted by a skill, damaging or not, Caius would need to spend energy equivalent to their rank. The only time this does not apply is if the skill costs energy, to which it will then need to match the rank of the skill.
Note: With this talent, Caius cannot have a subclass nor can he have any gene mods.
Regular Talent ↬ Talent Name: n/a
Title Bonus ↬ Captain Caius is allowed to learn one weapon/hand-to-hand style regardless of class or bloodline.
Yuel's Stats Rank: Expert (Will grow in Rank as Caius does) Energy Pool 1300 Strength: 9 Speed: 9 Scale/Claws/Teeth hardness: Obsidian
Hiro Totally Has A Soul
Sorry >.< I feel sooooo rusty it isn't even funny lol.
█ █████ YOU'RE GOOD▂BUT I'M『ALISTAIR 』 _______ I CAN NEVER S-S-STOP ►NOT BECAUSE I AM ⇩LIMITLESS _______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED _______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITEDXXXBUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
As king of this nation, it was Alistair's job to regulate who comes in and out of the city. Not a single soul came in without one of Alistair's eyes and ears allowing them in. It was probably a tedious task for his Phantoms, but it had to be done. Not even someone like Caius would be able to fly through the skies above the city gates without attracting the attention of the Phantoms. They recognized the man's energy signature via energy tracking. The information was relayed to Alistair via a simple telecom radio miniaturized to a single clear earpiece and small receiver pinned to his belt. From that point, Alistair paid close attention to his surroundings, looking for a specific pitch. Not soon after he received the piece of news did he hear the flapping of a huge beast. A dragon. They were unsightly beasts. So many were killed every year, yet they just lay more and more eggs and grow up as if they were being respawned.
Upon hearing the dragon land, Alistair looked out of his window and surely saw Caius unmounting his dragon in the courtyard. A piece of Alistair really just didn't want a huge beast in his courtyard, but why not? It was already there. When the Dragoon called out his name, Alistair didn't bother to respond. He hoped Caius would know how to properly report back from a mission. And it most definitely was not by calling Alistair outside.
Unlike others of his kind he did not sport a pair of blue eyes or blonde hair or pale skin. Not even a tattoo stained his body like most others of his race. His eyes took on a sanguine glow from his Hybrid transformation long ago. The only time they shown with a blue hue was when his vampiric personality took control, ironically enough. The raven-haired, tan man made his way past the guards and into the estate. He towered almost a foot above most other men for his height marked a striking six feet, eleven inches. His tall, muscular composure cloaked by his usual leather trench-coat. As he walked about his nostrils would flair. He was taking in mass amounts of oxygen with every whiff as he searched about to pinpoint the smell of his old Trainee/disciple. It had seemed, to his disliking, he was getting rusty in his old age; though he did not look a day beyond the age of twenty-seven at most.
The moment when Alistair felt a familiar presence, he waited patiently for the presence to approach him. Not that it'd take long. The man was known for his overwhelming speed. But then again... it'd been some time since the man had seen battle or had served for that matter. Perhaps he was getting a little rusty. The thought of that forced a chuckle. But as the heavy footsteps grew nearer, Alistair deemed it prudent to meet his old teacher half way. If it weren't for him, Alistair would not be here at this time, leading this nation. He'd be a simply foot soldier, a mercenary at best.
As soon as he stepped outside of the office and into the hallway, he came face to face with his old mentor. "Ve-..." He stopped himself short. It wasn't Velox anymore. The man went by a new name. "Exitium." Several questions filled his head, but only few made it into words. "What have you been doing? Where have you been? The whole bloody sky has cleared and you've been doing what? Pouring tea?"
A fanged smile slid across his face. He raised his hand to the sky and watched as the sunlight peered through the window upon it. "Adapting," he said as he lowered his gloved hand away from the light. He was once a werewolf, before anything, and had turned the man before him into the very being he was. It was only after such a thing took place that karma decided to, well, do it's usual thing and bite him in the a**. For, he too, was then turned to a Hybrid by another of the vampiric kind. He had been around since "the beginning" ; around the times of King Gilgamesh and Fenrir, who was his werewolf teacher and instructor of the CAZ. These new school Fairhairs. He was one, battle hardened likened who almost took upon the responsibility of leading the nation himself. Now, his own student was King. "Good to see what I've taught you hasn't gone to waste." His red eyes peered down at Alistair. "Exitium(Vampire)! Velox(Hybrid)! Atrox(Wolf)!" he said with a harsh laugh afterward. "Call me whatever you would like. You of all people should know the term I tends to be more like me,myself,&I the way I am with my multiple personalities." This was true. Ever now and then there would be a shift in his way of being and even in the color of his eyes. It all dependent upon his mood, in a way. "Ever completed your Nindo?" he asked, inquiring about the quest needed to be fulfilled by a shinobi in order to learn their truest of techniques.
As he stared upon his mentor, even though a lot of things about him were different, he was still Velox to him now. There probably wasn't a person alive right now who knew Velox as well as Alistair did, though perhaps that was a good thing. It wasn't a good thing to be too widely known, though the question about Alistair was out of the park. It had been that way since he rose to the title of King. But Velox? As he grew stronger, he cut off connections with just about everyone... even Alistair for a bit. "Fine, then. To me, you'll always be Velox. Just as I am always going to be a disciple of yours. But no, it'd be foolish of me to forget your teachings, especially when without them, I probably would have ended up dead eventually for my troublesome mouth. At least now I've got power to back up my troublesome mouth." He grinned back at the man, arguably the first time he'd grinned since Velox had left to 'adapt'. But the grin faded eventually. "A lot of things are going on... I think having you here makes me feel a little at ease. We have a lot of low ranking soldiers. Very few that can do damage." The enemy? Well, that was the best part. Alistair didn't even know how to describe them.
The vampiric Lycan stood and place a palm up the table. Beneath it lie a kunai. An odd, almost sadistic, grin swept across his face as one eye turned red and the other blue. "Tell me whatever it is you need done, my lord." He would listen to the order's the commander-in-chief would have to say to him. However, one thing he always knew he had over the King of Nocturne was his own energetic/spiritual link with Alistair. He was much more over a simbly to Velox. A brother, and almost rival who was striving Shinobi-Art perfection; only back when he was a vampire. Ah, the virally the two had once had. 'I would love some missions which would require some...bloodshed, to say the least," Exitium spoke with a canine shown with a fine and precise tip. He was full yet starved for the thirst of battle for which he had not seen in many years. But, another thought occurred. "Or, would you rather me be as your royal guard, if capable." Either position interested him dearly as he would protect his country in any way need be.
There was always something Alistair admired about his mentor. Yes, that's what it was. Fierce loyalty. There aren't many in this city that Alistair could say the same for. It was the very thing that made the two different. Velox was respectful and it didn't matter if he liked his king or not, he would be the most loyal of soldiers while speaking to him. Alistair... when he saw a king, he immediately thought of a tyrant. It was what kept him from becoming king for a while. Alistair remained in the captain position, ruling the nation from there without actually taking on the mantle as king, thinking it'd change him. He didn't think it'd help him grow for the better though.
But when the Alistair was the one given the choice to keep Velox close to him or send him on missions, a part of him didn't want to send his mentor away so quickly when he just got back, but Alistair knew he'd need someone capable of fighting just as well as Alistair, if not more, if he wanted to come out on top of this demon hassle. "You just got back, I wouldn't send you off just yet. So. for the meantime, why don't you just serve as my Royal Guard. Officially, at least. But whenever you want to leave, or when the situation arises, you can go and shed blood as you like." He didn't want to admit it, but it was great having Velox back. Perhaps it was the connection the two had, but Velox being back meant that he didn't have to stress out much anymore.
His head tilted back to some degree as he let out a small sigh. With that he looked back at the other, eyes now a blue color. "Royal Guard sounds perfect," he spoke aloud. 'Especially with this capability' his thoughts traveled through the ethereal realm and would reach Alistair's mind. Exitium's voice would echo throughout. 'We are unique, my young brother. Capable of sharing a bond most none other will ever know at all. To me, you are like blood.' This was something the vampiric Velox spoke(thought) with the utmost honesty. "As I've said many times before," the man said as his eyes flashed back to a blood red. "I have been adjusting. Not simply to my newfound capabilities, but my thoughts, ideals, and beliefs have began to make a great transition as well." He reached up and tapped his temple twice with a single finger. "Many. many things tend to go on within this crazed mind, Brother," Atrox said as he stood. One eye remained red and the other turn blue as he had stood. Lifting his right hand to his eyebrow he form a salute, and even went as far as to bow. "It would be more than a pleasure to server as King Alistair's Royal Guard," Velox spoke with soldier cold composure as he stood at "attention". He, himself, was once captain. However, he did not mind if it change at all. The title's of this lands never concerned him in the slightest, merely ranking.
As Velox forced his thoughts into Alistair's mind, the man smiled. It was good that the once racially motivated man was learning to cope with his Vampire half, just as Alistair had to cope with his Lycan half the day Velox turned him after he lost in their spar. But for Velox to have turned him, it really set him apart of the rest of the Lycan community. The skill Velox used to turn Alistair was never meant to be used on a Vampire. Or any supernatural being, for that matter. But just as Velox turned Alistair, it didn't take long for an agent of the Vampire community to do the same. Of course, it had to be Azazel, the creepy Vampire claiming to be the first.
"I know. I had to adjust as well, unless you may have forgotten. But for the only person that could make sense of any of it to leave... it was difficult. I was... primal. Bestial. Worst of all, I couldn't control myself. It a wonder any of you stay as sane as you do when the smallest of things tend to awaken another part of me. I had to endure copious amounts of training in order to control it. Alone. When you were turned, you left the only person who could make sense of the things you were feeling. Why? Was it pride?" Velox was right, the two had a special connection. A bond that no others would ever experience. They were the only Vampire and Lycan hybrids in existence... hell, even in history. But when Velox left, Alistair felt more alone than ever. It was something he hated to admit, even to himself.
Alone... the word echoed throughout his mind as he thought on this. It was something that he had never really felt in the slightest. Alistair spoke of his difficulties controlling "the Wolf" within. Velox never had a difficult. He was raised in the wild, amongst a pack of wolves. It was how he had originally obtained his white-wolf mount, Shadow, many, many years ago. Since then - childhood - Velox had always had this split-personality of a beast within. He, however, had always thought it was himself becoming angry and not more. The man never realized the difference between himself and the Wolf until the Leech got involved. "I have no pride." One eye still shown blue and the other red before they both began to turn to a shade of deep purple. "Pride would insist I'm proud of myself, and there are many versions of me." His full name (Velox Exitium Atrox) would sound throughout the other's mind. With each name heard a different tone for each would have been recognized. The man was in no way, shape, or form, proud of any of the things he had ever done. The only times he was proud of were the ones where he had offered a helping hand to others. "Even when alone, I can find peace; as well, company." He did not lie. There was three sides to him. The Human, Velox, that did nothing but want to protect fellow countrymen and the future of the nation. Next, there was the Wolf, Atrox. This 'state-of-being' was very close to the Human, however, as Alistair mentioned beforehand, it had a primal, beastly, even emotional drive behind it. It reacted out of love or fear and all the emotions that extended from each. Lastly, there was the newfound personality of the Leech, Exitium. A part of himself he was not familiar with at all, whatsoever, beyond an extreme thirst for bloodshed and violence. "I left not because I wished to. I needed time to 'find myself'. I could not control the thirst that still lingers to this very moment." To sit within a vampiric personality left him feeling cold and numb. To take a life and cause chaos was the only amount of joy he would achieve in such a 'state-of-being'. It was in that moment he began to sympathize with Alistair out of pity. He, honestly, did not know how the other man felt when it came to controlling the Wolf. For Velox, the Wolf was in control ninety-five percent of the time, until it gained a rival entity. This was where the man could relate to his student. They both had trouble "making sense of things". "Maybe," he began to speak as his eyes turned blood red. "We could have helped each other with our abilities at the time." His eyes flashed down, out of a feeling of guilt, and then back up to what could have been his younger brother. "I apologize for leaving so many years ago. It was not right of me." All of a sudden his eyes flashed to a bright blue. A fanged smiled slipped across his face before he spoke again. "As for my sanity... It has never been there to begin with!" Alistair, above all others, should have known this well enough. The only sane thing the Hybrid did was pray; for his sanity back, at that.
Standing before his longtime friend and mentor, Alistair reminisced about the times when he was but a weak runt, only recently back after being given a second chance by the Great Resurrection. For all of the luck that had been given to him, he had felt he had wasted much of it on stupid things. He fought his superiors, Velox included. But for all of his rash behaviors, the man in front of him took him in regardless. There was a debt that Alistair would never be able to repay. The two were close enough to often think of each other as brothers, though never having to speak of it. It was all a part of it. The nonverbal communication that the two had just by looking at eachother and giving simple head nods. A million words were packed in each of the nods.
Even though the two of them were eerily similar, with him being a hybrid ninja, just like Alistair, their personailities were vastly different. Velox was... hard to read, though he claims to be a simple man.Velox always suggested he was never alone, due to his wolf. Though the sie never really showed itself as much before Alistair came along. The young Vampire from the tarnished house of Maric showed little interest for city affairs. Though it didn't take long for Alistair and Velox to meet. Soon, Alistair would find a blade in his back, directed by the man he would one day refer to as his brother. The only other man in the world who was capable of understanding him... was Velox. What Alistair once thought was an affliction became his biggest and proudest advantage.
As Velox continued to explain his whereabouts, Alistair listened intently. Chiming in only when he felt it necessary. "When you went to find yourself, did the thought not come to you that perhaps I would like to repay the favor you did for me after you turned me? You guided me through a change that I thought would destroy me, but you denied my offer for help before you even gave me the chance to offer it.You took off. I was without my brother for quite some time.... Bah. All is okay. I'm not one to hold people to much. The present is what matters. Maybe your sanity, too. But that's the fun part of living in Nocturne." He flashed his canines, showing a grin so rare that the only person who had probably seen it before was... his brother, Velox.
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Upon arriving at the estate, Amias would quickly step up to the door, placing his hands on a strange golden ornament that hadn't been there last time. Quickly, the ornament would begin pulsing with a sickening red hue, taking accurate measure of his energy and status. With just a bit more delay, the pair would be granted access to the Akasun Estate. Motioning for Damian to follow, Amias stepped into the darklit palace and took immediate notice of the new décor; skulls, trophies, and other hellish adornments nearly covered the walls of what was once a finely decorated establishment in Alistair's visage. Alongside the new king of Nocturne--whoever that was--this also served as Baal's residence until the time when he could leave this plane and go back to hell. And ultimately, this estate was the center of hell's energy in Nocturne; if they wanted to go into hell for any reason, it would only be here that the demons possessed enough power to open the hellgate and send them back.
"We've come seeking out Lord Baal, on instruction from our Queen, Kala." His words echoed dully through the empty halls of the estate, at first seeming to reach no one's ears. Not long after, the ground around them would begin to rumble. The tremendous power of one of hell's strongest representatives made itself apparent--as much as it could in the mortal plane--and before long, the demonic visage of hell's patron appeared before them. A malicious, powerful energy exuded from him in waves, coating them both in some of the most evil power they'd likely ever felt. Even in the presence of Kala, who was purely power, and little else.
Baal spoke little, his voice deep and commanding, even when he wasn't issuing any orders. "I have been told of your arrival. Master Makath and I will open the gate, but we cannot help you." Baal looked to Damian with inquisitive eyes; the man had said nothing since entering the space. Was he there as a weapon alone? "We will open the gate now. Make any final preparations before stepping into hell." Before them, a great rumbling began. The floor would quickly start to glow a bloody crimson hue before cracking and splitting, pieces of the earth falling into what looked like a portal composed entirely of flames. It was truly a fitting entrance to hell, and one that Amias hoped he could use one day. Without hesitation, he turned to Damian with a cheeky grin on his face; the excitement was palpable.
"Do you have any other preparations to make? Or are you ready to probably die?"
Energy 4475/4475 Stats 11/12 [14 Flying] Equipment Spear Passives
• The Sight Just like their counterpart (the Nephilim) the Diabolos can read the auras about them and see things for what they are. This allows them to pinpoint an opponent's energy level(rank), along with the ability to naturally see energy.
• Electromagnetic Manipulation Even without expending energy, the Diabolos can manipulate electromagnetic fields. This allows them to levitate their own weapons and manipulate them with great speed, power and precision. Furthermore, they may sense metal and disturbances in electromagnetic fields; for example, if there is a destructive event happening even across the world, they will know it is ongoing, just not who or what is involved. They can sense earthquakes and other such things, to name a few events that would trigger this sense.
You may also compress this magnetic field within simply a large area around you; this allows you to perceive movements around you.
• Pain Inversion This is a strength and a weakness. Pain Inversion allows for a Diabolos' abilities to be stronger based on their physical health. This does not increase ability rank, but rather size, speed and precision. At full condition, you will be able to manipulate larger masses and fling them at enemies as if ballistic homing missiles. When near death, you will need great concentration to do that same thing and will be able to manipulate significantly less at once.
Damian had always wondered what this estate had been used for. Sure, he knew who had owned it years past, but it's function had always eluded him. Maybe when Nocturne finally decided to try to canabalize itself to purge the weak and turn the kingdom into various territories, this would be the place to aim for.
When asked if he was ready, he smirked. "Fights like this is what I live for. I've bet everything on the success of my Oath. I won't be hesitating here just because of the threat of being ended by a stronger foe" He had never been to Hell before personally, but Ba'taal had been. His memories mixing with Damian's, the Dreadnaught wondered if the plane would be as it had when the Fiend had roamed it. There was only one way to find out: he took the first step and allowed his body to go through the portal presented to the pair.
