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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:58 pm
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Played by: ~Lord Yggdrasil~
Name: Mythos
Name Meaning: Tree of Life
Age: 500,000 years
Gender: Male
Alliance: Evil
Rank: Unknown
Species: Angelic
History: The famed God of Mystery had been an idealist. Realistically entrapped in the world of Gods; he alone resided as supreme authority throughout the heavens, and wielded unimaginable power. In a measure of sheer strength, his known existence as a lesser God was physically known some time before the Second Age of the Demons. Dominance had heavy influence amongst himself and others. Their superiors had continually misused their powers in a desperate feat to maintain a civil order amongst the lesser Gods of the Ages. This however had failed by a long shot, and was overshadowed as the leader of the lesser legion rose above the competition.
Mythos had risen above even the mightiest of challenges and congregated the Lesser Gods to form an unchallengeable army. Late in the Fourth Age of Demons, he had at last conspired the plot of victory; as evening touched the horizon of their world he launched a full scale attack, the might of his army completely taking the greater Gods by surprise, and out of sheer terror they fought back in defense, but despite their greater power, they were overtaken and Mythos stand upon the great land they had won. The upset of power though had brought about an unanticipated change. By overtaking their predecessors, Mythos laid claim to their power, and took the transformation as an Angel of great stature, he had title himself the, Seraphic Radiance.
It was several years since the change of rule amongst the Gods. Come the nineteenth day of the Blood Moon, a young demon had stumbled upon his land. At once the lesser Gods ceased the young girl, their only intention leading to the death of the young girl. But at once Mythos raised his hand and the Gods parted from her at once. His dark eyes closed about the demon, and the Gods retreated despite their lust for her blood. "Leave her be" The Angel spoke, and so it had been done. He raised the young demon and taught her the techniques of both the Old World, and the New.
When she had reached the age of 6, she departed from him, and for the first time in his existence, she left him burdened with a heavy heart. It was not long before word had arrived to him of her overtaking of a Lesser Demon turf, and he nodded in satisfaction. Time had passed from the Lands, age worn heavy into its geological structure in which it was based upon. He knew the world would soon face a heavy war scar.
Weapons: Mythos carries with him the Blade of Time, the Korisan. The ancient material used to forge it has been long forgotten, and its shear might alone is enough to cripple the life force of any enemy in his path. The name alone strikes fear into his enemies. Crafted from the strongest forms of Dragonite and Mincil it renders it unbreakable. Time ever lasting is a significant title for such an immense weapon, and its shear force is what it is known for. Harnessing its power is only a mere formality, for the weapon chooses its Master. Mythos had long since possessed the weapon since the time of his Existence, and it held a strong piece against the War of Gods. The material was long since crafted in the Age of First Demons and was placed in a sacred alter until its Master had come to claim it. The sword is delicate in balance, strong in might and is capable of parting the world. Time is unable to tether the must of the weapon, and its master is alone capable of showing the century to come of its true might.
Arts: His abilities were foretold in the scriptures of the old world, but amongst them he was endowed with the mastery of Time. His form of element surpasses and transcends the once greater gods in existence. As a potential tool, his mastery in the form of Alchemy is potentially cunning and dangerous. Mythos is unmatched in his ability control the elements of the world, and with his extraordinary ability to use the heavens as his shield.
Mythos possesses a most dangerous ability, and it is taking the form of Seraphic Angel. A God in pure form. Once overtaking the Land of Gods, his ultimate form had been sealed. His pursuit now revolves around relinquishing the Seals or Morgith. No one knows how far his pursuit has carried him, nor even if he is now capable of transforming again, it too remains the largest mystery.
Appearance: Mythos is known more commonly as the God of Mystery, and rightfully so. The darkness of his hair that he had once possessed had been turned silver from the transition of power. Its length hung low to his waist, and an eerie radiant glow is clearly visible from afar. His irises were of strikingly emerald solitude, and reflected perfectly his cold despise of the world below. He stood strong at six feet, and his black robes hung low to the ground. Shoulder plates of white silver are mounted to his frame and rest upon his shoulders. His build is physically adequate to a god, but does not tether his motion, and is unable to be seen under the depth of his black robes.
His hair color continually changes through his progression of power, shaping from black and silver at the time of transformation. His face is perfectly crafted, a soft tan pigment that overshadows the darkness of his soul. He is always armed with his blade by his side, with his absolute refusal to lift another weapon; he is more commonly unmatched, and unquestioned.
Personality: Mythos's personality is darkly reflected by his past. Even as a lesser God, he more commonly felt working alone was more significant then having the aid of others. He had no desire to rule a considerable amount of lesser Gods, but as events progressed, he was more forced into the situation then willing to accept it.
Mythos is a quiet individual. His eyes alone can easily signify his wording, and his glare is more then enough to signify his mood. He holds a steady, silent, dark attitude, and is more detached from the world, but he is always watching, always. His intentions are unknown, but a sinister presence resides deep within him, for it is only a matter of time before they are soon awakened.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:20 pm
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Played by: poet_of_broken_hearts
Name: Mil'Linx
Name Meaning: Scarlet flight.
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: When in pheonix form, Mil'Linx posses a bird-like body covered in a bright plummage of fiery scarlet, gold, and every subtle color in between. His wings are long and broad, his tail of long feathers that sweep out behind him in an elegant manner. A single plume of pure white sprouts from where his beack meets his face, sweeping up over his eyes and curling slightly behind his head.
When in human form, Mil'Linx stands at a height of six feet and three inches and posses a thin build. A greater strength than one would suppose is hidden upon this lanky appearance. Hair of a vibrant red color has been layered choppily, the first of the layers about his ears, the last of them just past his collar.
He wears a cloak of pitch black and under the fine material is a fine shirt hanging loosely about him, this over-laid by a vest of thin charred leather. Intaligo of a curly pattern is swirled about on it on his sides. He wears breeches of black belted by a wide band of more charred leather. Boots of matching leather protect his feet and shins by way of a thick layer. At any time he has many remedies prepared or his staff at the ready for a quick spell.
His staff is, of course, a head taller than himself and just round enough for him to wrap one slim-fingered hand around it. A dark cherry-red wood it is, gleaming with much care and polishing of stones.
History: (not required)
Alliance: Chinta
Rank: Healer
Species: Pheonix
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 12:10 am
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