The remains of the moon capital Lamvia Soleece. A broken fragment, suspended in the sky, perpetually trapped in a point of night. Toxic black spores and clouds of the Anti-Human miasma clouds the atmosphere, choking the life of anything in its space. Water descending from the remains of the moon constantly crashes down, giving the visage of rain. What resemblance of civilization that remains has been horribly maimed and disfigured, leaving the already disfigured ruins in a sad unholy state. At its center is a crater shaped ground zero, courtesy of the humans whom took control of this terrible plain.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 11:07 pm
sᴛʀ: 1,000 | sᴘᴅ: 1,000 | ᴅᴇғ: 000 | ᴘʀᴡ: 1,000 || ʜᴘ: x | ᴛsᴛᴀ: x | sᴘɪ: x
[ Just as ever, the spores spread steadily. Just as ever, the black, man consuming miasma steals the light of the sun. Just as ever, only blood and death surround it. A woman, mortally wounded, arm missing, stares up at her predator. Blood spills out of her mouth, mixed with streaks of black. Courtesy of the miasma. Tears ever stream down her eyes, a dance of red and blue. Eyes wide in fear. Pleading. Please spare my life. I beg of you, I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ll do anything, so please. The same old story. It’s always the same, every time. One ant or two, when faced with true despair--the absolute pinnacle of fear, they all break the same. Only few reject the fear now, easily countable with but a single hand. The Yonkou towers over the woman, holding her head up high by the strands of her hair. His gaze inhuman, for, he had long since left the realm of humanity.
He, or rather, it had become something far too cruel for words. An existence the gods themselves openly reject, seeing nothing but destruction with its continued existence. Heartless, foul, full of unquenchable rage, he looks upon the ant. Her words no longer hold value. Meaning. Understanding. Only, death. With a yank of his arm, the woman’s head goes sailing high into the background, colliding into sinking ruble. The creature looks to the sky now, waiting. Breathing. Waiting. Then it comes. One step, two step, three step, four. An additional here and there, then more. A fleet of white and blue surround him, aiming horrible tools that would normally never find themselves in the hands of man, but this is not a normal situation. Aimed and targets true, they focus upon the existence. The evil. No to no avail. A wave of the hand, and a black sphere expands.
All around, bones crumble, shattering, tearing. Silence. Only the ambience of crumbling moon fragments remains. A city falling apart, subjecting itself to a fate of ruination. Yet, the creature remains still, only turning to look over his shoulder. A cruel smile emerges, signifying its excitement. They come. It can tell, it’s them. They approach, with absolute certainty. Everything he did, everything he accomplished. All for this time. Here, and now, all of the pain would peak. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Energetic | Alliance: Pirate | Fruit: Quake
《111 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 067 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
A landscape of destruction, devoid of light and life was all Evelyn saw. This was it. The final destination of the abomination she once called a father. The man who single-handedly wrought chaos and death upon the world like a blight that could not be destroyed. It had been 15 years since he began his rampage. Evelyn was 34 now, no longer bearing the pristine Marine uniform she once wore. Instead, she wore clothes befitting a revolutionary. Prime enemy of the state, much worse than a pirate and even more dangerous. Her infamy spread far and wide, leading to her stepping up to the position of Yonkou. Not much in her appearance had changed, besides her demeanor. Truly, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Her goal at the time was to find and stop Galand, but acting out while under the oath of a Marine was difficult and after many arguments and offenses, she was put under probation and forced into a leave of absence. This, however, did not dissuade her from her efforts and Evelyn left the Marines. Of course, her mother severely disapproved and despite her warnings, not even Astraea could stop her. Spores polluted the air as she walked, making sure to stay as far away from them as she could. Teal irises scanned the horizon for any sign of the beast that lurked in these lands. She slid down a slope and continued forth, keeping a lookout for any tracks or tell-tale signs of his presence.
A woman's head finds its way next to her as she quickly turns to the direction from which it came. In the distance, there was a figure hunched over in a feral position. One she knew all too well. At last. The search was done. The journey reached its end. Everything had come to a standstill as she approached the center of the wasteland. There he stood. What was left of the man known as Galand Drace. Evelyn removed her coat as she reached the edge and tossed it aside, laying eyes upon the one man who had given her everything and now dared to take it all away.
"I have found you now, foul beast! This game of hide and seek ends now!" She shouts, leaping down the slope and into a full sprint towards Galand. The surroundings morph into a blur as she picks up speed, only one thing remaining perfectly clear. Her target. She bursts into flames. White, blinding light encompasses her. The atmosphere grows hotter and hotter, the air turning arid and dry. Evelyn shoots into the air, nearly directly above Galand, spinning and spining until she propels herself downwards with a kick coated in flames. These are the flames of her passion. These are the flames of revenge. These are the flames that will bring light back into this hollow shell of a man and release him from his suffering. As she hurtles towards her opponent, Evelyn Richards releases her cry of war.
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