Deity's Cry (Finished)

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Ages ago there existed deities that made up the fabric of our world. The deities lived in harmony with the humans that Birth, the deity of life had bestowed upon the earth. All was well for years until the remnants of Karma was found dead. Karma judged over the good and evils of the world and was the closest sister to Birth.
This event threw the world into utter chaos. The deities had blamed the humans for the death of their sister, while the humans blamed the deities. It was no easy task to kill a deity.Birth decided to stop the fighting between her creations and her brothers and sisters, so the deities ascended to the heavens to govern over the earth there. Many many years had passed. The chaos settled on the earth, leaving the humans to live out their existence. Birth was concerned about her brother Reaper, the deity that governed over death. Being the only deity to ever descend to earth,
His job was to find a place for the souls of the deceased and to
watch the other deities to prevent another war. It had seemed that Reaper was making unnecessary trips down to earth, and that humans started developing strange powers. Soon the earth fell into dismay. The trees started dying, the lakes turning
crimson red. The most alarming, humans were dying at an alarming rate. Reaper had gone rogue against his fellow deities.
He had descended to earth in hopes of supremecy over his sister Birth. Reaper bestowed the abnormal powers on the humans, all had the chance to control them, while the others were doomed to death, or worst. Birth was stuck. She couldn't descend on the humans for the vow that she had made. With no other options she sent a message to a human, to gather the power needed to stop her brother.  

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Alright, just a quick description so it'll decrease the amount of questions. We're in a time period where there's little technology, so no big machines and the whatnot. Gunpowder exists but no guns, please, no guns. In my experiences, guns make things complicated. You as a roleplayer have many options here. Join the side of Birth, be a follower of Reaper, stay neutral, or just herp derp around in the woods for an evening. So with that, enjoy ^_^  

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Rules:
1. No godmodding (this one should be the obvious one)

2. Follow Gaia ToS

3. Romance is...ok I guess, not sure how you'll work it in there but go for it trooper

4. Keep cursing to a minimum, it's cool to use it, just not every other word

5. please, try posting at least once a night, it's no fun if you get in and then disappear.

6. keep it fun ^_^  

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Ok, here's the character skeleton. Just pm it to me titled 'The Cry of a Deity'

Username:
Name:
Weapon (if any):
Power (If any):
Talents:
Weaknesses:
History:
Appearance (picture optional):  

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Accepted Profiles:

Username:Master Neo3500
Name:Jazz Kobayashi
Weapon (if any):None
Power (If any):Jazz can weild and manipulate light. His main form of attack comes in spears made of light. On impact no pain or damage is sustained, but by snapping his fingers he can make them explode. He has other skills but uses them as needed.
Talents:Jazz' most noticed talent is his speed. Using light allows him to move a bit faster than normal humans
Weaknesses:Night. At night Jazz must use his reserves to use his powers. Without the sun his attacks are weaker than usual and not all of his powers can be used.
History:Jazz is the envoy of Birth. He received the message from her to stop Reaper and his followers at any cost. Receiving Birth's blessing Jazz moves out to help human kind.
Appearance (picture optional):

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Username:Yizel
Name:Tsuliria
Weapon (if any): Seven small blades and an imitation reaper scythe
Power (If any):Tsuliria controls the chains of Lament, bounded to her skin by the reaper she uses three forms to attack her enemies and further her goal.

1st form.
Lamentation- In this form she uses the chains themselves as weapons hitting her opponent repeatedly, she's also known to constrict her opponent however she cannot do so against stronger opponents.
She is able to draw four chains out without consequence but prefers only using two since the last two cause her some discomfort.
She can pull out more but at a cost.

2nd form-
Atonement- Using the seven blades she attaches them to her chains making her attacks deadlier as she sends a combination of force and sharpness at her opponent repeatedly, she still prefers two and to avoid complications doesn't like using all seven blades.

Final form-
Reapers Apprentice- Combining the chains of Lament and the Seven bladed sins she creates an imitation scythe, this is the only form where she can use any form or dark arts but the chains of Lament can't be used in this form which makes her close in on her opponent for Melee.

Talents: Thanks to her training with Reaper and the Chains of Lament she is more resilient to pain and was forced to become stronger to stay alive.

Weaknesses:With the power she holds comes a sacrifice, the Chains of Lament always harm their user upon use meaning Tsuliria can't overuse the chains for too long less she gain more wounds from herself than her enemy.
The seven bladed sins require blood to use...the more blades used, the more blood required.

Finally with her final form due to the limitation Reaper put on her to keep her power in balance she can't stay in the form for a long amount of time as it drains from her spirit as a cost for it's use.

History: Tsuliria is no longer alive.
Memories plagued her mind as darkness started to close in on her vision, crimson flowing from her mouth.
However, before her soul could pass to the next world a man stood in her path with a grin on his pale face.
Raising his finger he pointed a finger at her and spoke the words that haunt her to this day.
"You might be of some use."
With that she awoke next to the man who introduced himself as Reaper and informed her that he was holding her soul hostage offering a deal for it's exchange...with no other choice she agreed and thus began her life in the shadow of Reaper.

Appearance (picture optional):Tsuliria


Kina

Tsuliria's younger sister, after the mishap at their home Kina lost Tsuliria and just recently found her again.
She knows Kalan from their youth.

Tsuliria when she was alive

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Username:Sir Blackout

Name: Sigmund Mordikai Mikhael, 15 years old

Weapon (if any): Summoned Energy Blades

Power (If any): Mordikai can summon all sorts of swords and blades made of pure energy from a separate dimension, and control all of their movements. He taps into his ability with the help of an off kind of mathematical equations.

Limitations: One, I can only keep one equation going at a time without writing it down; if I start a new one, the previous blades disappear. Two, I have to have use of at least one of my hands to utilize the ability. Three, the longer the equation, the longer it takes to complete; a one-step is almost instantaneous, but a three-step is closer to half a minute. Finally, every step in the equation will always do the same thing.

Talents: Mordikai is a polymath; he's extremely skilled with mathematical equations and applying them to real-world situations in the blink of an eye. He's also very good at collecting information and hiding in crowds, because he appears to be a young, trustworthy boy who couldn't harm a fly.

Weaknesses: Mordikai is extremely tempermental, and finds it difficult to suffer conceited and ignorant people. Also, while he's fit and agile, he's also fairly weak, so fighting without the use of his ability is difficult for him.

History: Mordikai was raised from birth by his older sister, his mother having died in childbirth and his father dying while trying to protect his children. Up until recently, Mordikai had lived with his sister in the suburbs of a large port city; Mordikai was a loner, who spent his time helping his sister with her work and wandering about along a deserted beach.

Just recently, shortly after Reaper touched down on earth, Mordikai found his sister dead in cold blood, just outside the city gates. Standing over her body was none other than Reaper himself. "She didn't have to die," He told Mordikai, watching blood seap from the girl's lifeless body. "Deities really have no right to dictate who should die. This blood that stains my scythe...the idea that her blood stains my blade, a death that was not necessary, sickens me."

"But perhaps we can change things," he continued slyly. "Perhaps, without foolish deities to dictate human lives, she can even be brought back. Death is my power, and even I do not know. Perhaps...but I cannot do it alone. I know of the power you wield. Join me, help me overthrow those conceited fools...and we'll see what we can do for her."

Obviously, it didn't take any more than that to convince Mordikai. To get his sister back, Mordikai would stop at nothing; certainly not the murder of countless people.

Appearance (picture optional): http://i52.tinypic.com/1zd3k13.jpg


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Username: 5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
Name: Flora Reis
Weapon (if any): She has different kinds of knives and a boomerang that happens to be made out of blades.
Power (If any): Flora has the ability to sprout owl like wings. It is a painful process that takes about a minute or two (it came take less if she feels like she is in danger) but they also can go back under her skin when she desires to do so.
Fire is something that she can also control but she can not create it.
Talents: She is a good fighter but is an artist as well.
Weaknesses: If her wings are soaked with water there is no way that she can take off.
History: Flora doesn't have much of a history. She was left alone at the age of three, her parents had died when the Reaper had come to visit earth. After that she decided to go out on her own, get her own food, that type of thing. She's been that way ever since though she does have more to her than meets the eye.
Appearance (picture optional):
With Wings
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Username: Miss-Ran

Name: Mirela

Weapon (if any): Violin

Power (If any): By manipulating the sound waves produced from her violin, Mirela is able to perform different actions. These actions are based on the tempo and mood of the melodies played.

Talents: Mirela is a dancer, thus allowing her to move quickly on her feet and gracefully maneuver away from some incoming attacks.

Weaknesses: Since Mirela’s power is based purely on her violin and the sound waves produced from it, any place where sound cannot travel will render her useless. Also, if her violin is broken or taken out of her possession, she cannot use her power.

History: Mirela has no memories of her father. Ever since she was young, Mirela entertained travelers who stopped to rest on the road by dancing while her mother provided music from a violin. While she wasn’t performing, her mother would teach her how to play the violin so she would be able to play for her family in the future.

The strongest memory in her mind is that of emerging from the tent which she called home only to find her mother laying on the ground in tears. After bringing her inside and calming her down, Mirela asked her mother about the reason for her tears. Her mother responded with a long mess of shakily, poorly spoken words. Mirela could only make out one thing from her mother’s babble, however. Reaper. She knew not the reason behind her mother’s distress; she only knew that Reaper had to do with it. For this reason and this reason alone she immediately left the tent to let off some steam.

She strode around, not knowing what to do. She wanted to protect her mother from everything else that would upset her, but how? The next thing Mirela knew, she was approached by a shadowed figure. Mirela quickly blocked the entrance to the tent and repeatedly asked the figure its name. She received no answer, only an offer.

”You wish to protect your mother, correct? I can help.”

Naïve, Mirela quickly jumped to the offer. She begged the figure to help her protect her mother and was relieved to hear a positive response. Mirela grew slightly uneasy, however, after gazing upon the sly smile upon the figure’s face. At this point, her mother’s cry could no longer be heard. Mirela quickly turned to make sure her mother was alright, but her eyes grew wide at what she saw.

Her mother was gone. Frantically, Mirela turned to scream at the figure, only to see that it too had vanished. Dropping to her knees, tears began to erupt from her eyes. Mirela stayed in the same location for a few hours before finally taking her mother’s scarf and violin. Wrapping the scarf around her waist, she sat a few feet away from the tent and began to play, to mourn for her lost mother. She played, unaware of the time-bomb she had engaged. By the end of her short melody, Mirela found herself blown far back from where she was sitting. She quickly looked up to see what had caused the blast and saw that there was hardly anything left of the tent. It was at that moment she realized the existence of the power within her; the one to protect her mother— Even though her mother was not around to protect.

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Username: Miss-Ran

Name: Inae

Age: 18

Weapon (if any): Small dagger kept in a strap around her left leg, resting on her thigh.

Power (if any): Inae calls upon the power of Accersitus Fortuna, (a name that she has given her power herself), using the cards of the Major Arcana Tarot as her tools. Each card releases a summon, (each with its own ability) and can only be activated after the name and number of the card has been spoken. The power of the card depends on the number belonging to it. (Ex. 0 – The Fool is the weakest, while 21- The World is the most powerful.)

Weaknesses: Being a small girl in many ways, Inae has a hard time reaching tall places. She hates being picked up, and will do everything she can in order to get away. If she’s interrupted while summoning, the target of the summon will be rendered useless for a short period of time.

History: Inae had always lived with her father, since her mother had died after giving childbirth. This along with the guilt of not being around to protect his first daughter caused her father to become quite protective over Inae. After Inae turned fifteen, she began to charge city-folk for Tarot readings in order to bring in a little more money.

On her eighteenth birthday, her father came home looking a little more off than usual.

“Be careful,” He had told her. “There’s nothing but chaos outside, finish up your reading and then we need to close up for the night.”

Inae had seemed confused when she saw a look of horror on her father’s face.

Inae had returned to her reading, shrugging the incident off as nothing until her father yelled angrily at the man sitting before her.

“Get out of here! Stay away from my daughters!”

Inae opened her mouth in order to correct her father, however stopped as the strange man was seen exiting the building. The words that he spoke as he was leaving sent chills down her tiny spine after being paired with the devilish grin that followed—

“Good luck with your next reading. We’ll meet again.”

Struck with fear, Inae quickly brought her attention back to her cards to see that they had all been flipped face down, with only one remaining face up—
Death.

After hearing a lengthy explanation about her father’s past, Inae made a vow to herself to find her older half-sister, wanting to meet her.

Sure enough, Inae began her journey the following morning.

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Username: The Indrid Cold
Name: Rahj
Weapon (if any): Large sword that can be engulfed in fire, two hidden blades, bows and arrows
Power (If any): Can control many aspects of Flame.
Talents: Very persuasive. Despite being a Lord of Fire, can be extremely stealthy
Weaknesses: Water, Ice and everything nice (<--Not really, he just hates overly nice people)
History: Rahj never remembered his life. He believes he was ignited into existance, because during the length of his life he had been controlling slaves in the Fire Realm. Reapers mistake however caused many elemental planes to disrupt for an unknown reason, and Rahj is here to find out why.
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The Crimson Duo

Father Kervani-

"Ah this is the part where I'm supposed to forgive you and let you live.....that part's boring so I'll just kill you instead."

Father of a church in the capital and a solider of Reaper Tsuliria was tasked to find, his easygoing yet rude nature bring his assistant no end of distress.

Slivordina (Pet as a nickname)-

"I'm growing tired of being treated like a pet! Father at least call me by my name."

A girl apparently involved with Father Kervani, she was the other person Tsuliria was tasked to find.
Her weird features raise questions if she's even human.

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Username: Masaruu

Name:Yamaru Igaki (Yama for short)

Weapon (if any): Carries a small hand axe, but prefers his claws

Power (If any):After awakening to his powers, he found himself bound to the wolf spirit said to protect his village. The tattooing on his body glows before releasing his bestial claws, his resemblance to the spirit bound to his soul.

Talents:Being bound to a wolf spirit, his sense of smell and hearing is enhanced in his released form. His speed is increased greatly increased while his spirit is released and his nails are hard as diamonds.

Weaknesses:Whilst released his temper is easily flared, leading to recklessness in battle. His attention is easily averted.

History: Yama comes from the snowy mountains overlooking the capital city. Being the youngest of two sons, he was deemed guardian by his brother once he became village leader. The siblings fought for power over the head of the village, but every time his brother came out on top.

"You're not cut out to lead this village Yama. Go back to defending the gate, where you belong."

The night Reaper descended, Yama was standing at his post, the hatred for his brother brooding in the air. It was then the voices filled his head.

"Well well, you seek power to defeat your brother...I can give it to you."

It was then when Yama had awakened, the extreme pain filled his body as his body changed, his arms growing thick gray fur and his nails growing long and razor sharp. A howl filled the air as he had seen what he had become.

Yama has now left his village, searching for the man that made him this beast, searching for the power and skills to beat his brother and take his village.

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Kalan and Lana two years ago.

"The warrior of Justice and Love is here! Evildoers beware! Weak Evildoers of course not strong ones...."

Kalan Theodore Valadres is an eccentric young man with a love for Justice and Love (Not necessarily in that order at times)
After leaving the capital upon losing his fiancé Lana, he wandered for a few months in a depressive state.
He returned to the capital before moving to the smaller village.
There he stayed and accumulated a tab at the local tavern before getting pulled into Reaper’s forces after making the nearly fatal error of fighting Tsuliria over an insult.
With a grin he pushed onward in the pursuit of the happiness he promised Lana he would find.
A somewhat courageous man Kalan is known for his speeches of Victory and Love and his skill at posing heroically.
Grinning even when he’s losing Kalan is the tenth commander of the ninth force and the warrior of Justice and Love.


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Name:Reaper

"My favorite part was the agonizing screaming...what about you?"

Once a powerful deity, he betrayed his fellow deity's to seek revenge on his sister birth.
He's given powers to the humans and has wreaked havoc in an attempt to pull Birth from the heavens.
He changed his name upon coming to earth as he threw away his status as a deity.

Weapons: An array of weapons based off the seven sins.

Lust- A rapier that feeds off the power of blood, the more blood the sword takes in, the more power that can be pulled from the blade.

Gluttony-??

Vanity- An ethereal mirror that once looked into, shows the user their inner self

Sloth- An unearthly pocket watch made of black metal which distorts time and time fields.

Envy- Speculated to be the most powerful sin for it's ability to copy the other six sin's, currently it resides within Tsuliria in the form of seven distinct blades, that once connected form a copy Greed.

Wrath-??

Greed- Greed, the scythe of the Reaper. A double edged sword among the sin's, as it grows stronger, it feeds off of the soul of it's wielder. Seeing as Reaper has no real soul, he feeds the scythe the souls of the dead. This weapon has unlimited power in the hands of the Reaper, beware.

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Name: Birth

"Virtue, be a dear and smack Luck for me"

The deity of life and birth. She resides in the heavens with her other siblings and overlooks the progress of the humans. Since Reaper's defect, she's been scrambling to make a counter attack but with limited resources. Her envoy, Jazz, being the only real line of attack at the moment.

Virtue, her closest sibling, has finished preparations on the gate between the world of the deity's and the humans. Birth is now on her way to confront her rouge envoy and to face her brother Reaper.

Weapons: Birth has no real weapon. Similar to jazz she can wield light, but being a deity, her power trumps Jazz'.




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Judgment.
"Soon Cataclysm...."
The deity who governs over Judging, she is the one who instigated the war between Reaper and Birth and caused the humans to fight each other.
After Reaper’s death she has descended to earth to judge the beings who fought with each other.
Judgment is now bringing forth the end of the world.

 

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The memories still haunted the boy as he walked down his path. The face that plagued his dreams the night before his body changed. The pale face of the man that would soon come for his soul.

"Reaper..."

The white haired boy walked down the quieting streets of a village he had heard news from. Reaper, the Deity that ruled over the fates of each living person's soul was spotted in a field not too far from here. The field that the legendary deity of
good and evil had been slain in. This young man was chosen by Birth, his creator, to slay the man that had made him what he was.Jazz had clenched his fist as he approached the field.His confusion and anger slowly swelling up inside him.

The field was no different than any other, other than the large amount of fireflies that gathered there, as if to pay their respects to the deceased Karma. The flowers that inhabited the field were full of life as well, bold with color and beauty. The sun slowly setting in the west, radiating through the field, the evening dew reflecting the light, almost making the field glow with beauty.

Jazz took in the sight, his breathing slowed and calmed. He surveyed the sacred burial site of the deity, his silence the
only respects he could offer. As his eyes scanned the lush field his eyes locked on a man on a nearby hill. Jazz' eyes filled with terror as the face he had only seen in a dream had come into focus.

"Reaper..."

There he stood, the God of Death, the Deity of souls, Reaper. He stood overlooking the field where his sister was slain.
His long golden hair flowed in the evening breeze as the sun slowly sunk behind him. His dark eyes seemed to be filled with sadness and regret as he stared on. his long red robes were stained with the dark crimson blood of over a thousand humans, and behind him his tool buried into the ground.

Jazz slowly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Reaper, the man that gave him his power, his curse. His eyes went from terror to hate, the hate that he felt since that day. The memories haunted him, the day he received his power, the day his family was slain by his own misguided hands. As he walked his hand
began to glow a soft white, his rage slowly building inside.

Reaper gazed down on the young man, a small smirk grew across his face as the last of the sun had set. Night fell over the two, only a boy with one thing on his mind
and a god remained. Reaper's eyes glowed as he stared on, he didn't move, only stared.

"Reaper!!"

Jazz let out a scream filling the field, he was now dashing at the deity, his rage blinding him.Jazz' clenched fist was now emitting a strong light, his eyes also had taken on a soft glow.
His hand thrust forward as the light shot across the field with speed, it slowly taking the shape of a small spear.  

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Clink
The sound echoed through the field as the spear went flying in an alternate direction, a woman standing in it's original path, her right hand was extended and upon closer inspection a chain was wrapped around her hand.
Upon lowering her hand the chain sunk back into her long sleeves that covered most of her arm minus the tips of her fingers.
The air around her seemed lifeless to a point even the flowers seemed to lean away from her as she walked through them.

"I was woken up because of this....."
The woman's glowing yellow eyes settled on the man currently sprinting in her direction, her long dark hair blew behind her before she started walking towards him a black chain falling out of her left sleeve, she gripped it and kept her steady walking pace her gaze focused on the man closing in.
Her face held a blank expression devoid of any emotion and she staggered a little as she walked, reaching up she rubbed sleep from her eyes with her sleeve.

"Because of you the little sleep I obtained has been interrupted."
She raised the chain once before slamming it on the ground causing the petals of the flowers to pop up and hover in front of her as her eyes formed into a glare.
"I will beat you and use your corpse as my pillow for your insolence!"

She took a step the chain reacting with her movements shivered as she extended her arm and threw the chain directly at the man aiming for his chest.
The black chain moved back and forth but remained focused on it's target, the owner's hatred pouring into the metal.  

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Jazz snapped from his blind rage, stopping as the chain made it's way toward him with great speed.

"And who the hell are you!?"

Jazz thrust his hand forward, a small ball of light in his palm. The chain struck it hard, sliding him back a few feet before pushing through the self made cushion and throwing him off of his feet.
Jazz hit the ground, slowly picking himself up.

"Right...let's not let those hit me.."

Jazz positioned himself on one knee, his powers totally drained from the lack of sun. His attack would have to finish off this mystery woman without wasting too much of his reserve power.
Jazz crossed his arms, two shining orbs of light in each hand. He quickly rose to his feet and began his assault once more, running at full sprint.  

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"Running at me full force, you must be a fool. Why don't you tell me your name so I can mark it on your tombstone."

She staggered for a little and put her hand over the side of her face letting out a small yawn.
She pulled the chain back to her upon it hitting him, the chain rested on the ground as she watched him summon two orbs before taking hold of the chain with her hand, the chain clinked with her touch and seemed to go still as her eyes took on a dazed look.
The seven daggers resting on the back of her clothing clinked as she continued moving toward him.


She threw the chain in the air before moving it over Jazz, moving her right boot back as she slammed it down towards Jazz while doing so she flexed her other hand, her eyes narrowing as she moved her other hand to the top of her chain to control it's momentum, she felt her sleep closing in on her once again.  

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Jazz glanced up at the chain coming down upon him with force. He stopped and jumped up at the chain barreling down on him. His hand met the chain as he propelled himself through the air. He swung around the chain lifting himself up on it, riding it as it plummeted to the ground.

"The name's Jazz!"

Jazz threw the orb in his right hand at his attacker. It flew down the length of the chain with speed. Jazz smirked a little, his right hand pointing at the orb, then finally his fingers snapped. The orb burst into a dozen small blades made of light and continued down it's path.  

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Looking up at the the man who called himself Jazz she nodded before throwing the chain to the ground attaching the chain to the ground before turning back to the orbs.
She raised her right arm a chain coming out of her sleeve only to have the two of the lights hit her, she glanced at them before stepping on the chain.

"My name is Tsuliria."
With those words she pushed down on the chain causing it to shatter into nothingness, she jumped towards the still falling jazz a chain in her left hand.
"Remember it, for your fate was decided the moment you met me."  

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Jazz flipped as the chain shattered under him, his back now turned to the woman. He turned himself in mid-air to face his assailant. As he fell upside down he saw her flying towards him, the chain in her hand.

"This is all I got..."

He mumbled to himself as he lifted his hand forward.

"There's no way i'm throwing this thing..."

Then it hit him. Jazz clenched a fist, the orb sinking into his hand causing it to glow. His finger and thumb extended to make a gun in his hand. He raised his other hand to support it as all of the light focused on his finger tip. His body began emitting light as he put all of his reserve light into it. His eyes began glowing brightly as did his body.

"Let's end this!"

Jazz focused all of his energy. Using his finger as the focus point he fired. A large orb fired with amazing speed. Jazz snapped his fingers as he continued to fall. Before the orb reached Tsuliria's face, it exploded into a hundred tiny butterflies made of pure light. They surrounded her as she flew closer to him.

Jazz' light slowly began to fade, as he closed his eyes, one last snap rang out as all of the butterflies exploded, the blast large enough to engulf them both.