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Current A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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Happy almost crisis!
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9 mos ago
it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
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10 mos ago
I will never show empathy for a bigot or a man who believed empathy is a made up term. Simple as that.
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The warmth of the radiant sun welcomes you.


N A M E
Zestasia Calore

A G E
17

O R I G I N
Forgotten Village of Hellion

V I S A G E
Zestasia has the appearance of a young man with fair skin, neck-length golden-yellow hair, and cerulean-colored eyes, average height and weight for a “kid” his age..Fashionable with a somewhat modern take on garbs. His usual outfit of choice is comprised of dimmed-grey pants, dimmed-grey shoes with a cerulean line going along each side and meeting in front, three layers of clothing on the torso(a white shirt, a v-neck, grey shirt, and a plaid jacket of blue and grey), and lastly,a dim brown beanie that sits upon his golden mane. He carries a shoulder bag with him at all times, and wears a necklace with the emblem of a cross of some sort.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Zestasia Calore doesn’t lack confidence and sometimes he’s not modest about it. Sometimes he’ll display something more akin to arrogance, but at the end of the day, he’s just a kid with a heart of gold and a love for fun. Does this end up putting him - and others - into binds? Most likely, but as a thrillseeker and a lover for adventure, that tends to happen. But if you have fun, then it’s okay.

Additionally, Zestasia is one of those people that, without sounding too trite, holds the bonds he has forged to be of great importance. This comes with unyielding loyalty and unconditional “love”(it has varying forms). A sense of duty, if you will. Think of Zestasia as if he was the sun: warm, always watching over you, and always there for you when you need it most. And to those that oppose the sun(or its allies), it will strike with such ferocity those on the other end of the assault might end up regretting their course of actions. Want to avoid that? Don’t mess with his friends or anyone who might have even half of his affection.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S
Zestasia’s life, for the most part, has always been a quiet one. He was born(and mostly raised in) a small, quaint village that’s hardly on anyone’s radar. It was one of those villages that slid so far under the scope of anyone ever that they were able to live their lives with little to no outside conflict/involvement, but of course, when the conflict between the Magi Guilds and the Imperium became increasingly violent, the village of Hellion became a casualty of that.

Zestasia was merely seven at the time that his village was in the middle of the conflict, but by when one side pushed back, it resulted in the complete destruction of his village as well as the deaths of nearly his entire family(save for his older brothers - twins - Pagonia Calore and Ouranós Calore).

Still fresh off of what happened to their village and under the impression that Ouranós had died in the destruction of Hellion, Pagonia and Zestasia traveled for a bit until they came to one of the capitals. It seemed as though that Pagonia knew what he was doing, because he left Zestasia with some old man by the name of Anatoli Solis, a maleficarum who specialized in a form of Ignis Magic called Sol Vibrante. For whatever reason, Pagnonia left him there, and never returned.

Even now, nearly a decade later, Zetasia still waits for Pagonia. But in the decade, Anatoli took him under his wing, taught him all he knows of the Sol Vibrante magic. But halfway into the past decade, Anatoli was captured by the Imperium on grounds of practicing magic, which was apparently illegal. Just moments before, Anatoli told Zestasia to hide. In his shop, there was a secret compartment under his desk that would only open when the Ignis nature was applied.

Zestasia would only exit once he knew it was safe. And as he did, he was once again alone. At just fifteen, Zestasia was left with conflicting thoughts of what to do. His brother had yet to return and Anatoli was taken. There was this deep, burning hatred he felt for the Imperium; for what they represented, and the fact they could do what they wanted simply because they had the manpower and some dickhead-in-chief. Well no more. Zestasia wasn’t going to stand by it. And, whether or not he could do nothing, his life purpose became clear.

Take down the Imperium by any means necessary. Disrupt their operations in any way he could. And when the right time came, rescue Anatoli - rescue your master.

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y
Ignis

A T T R I B U T E S
Sol Vibrante is a caster-type, Ignis sub-magic in which Ignis-natured ether is drawed from the sun.

When a Sol Vibrante magi focuses their magical prowess, they can conjure up searing flames that imitate the sun itself and have such properties of the great star in the sky. Upon creation, each spell has such a high temperature that it distorts the air around it and is often referred to being “as hot as the sun”. Temperature, of course, is moderated by a user’s skill. A novice wouldn't have automatic-high temperatures, whereas a more advanced-user of Sol Vibrante would be more likely to achieve searing temperatures.

Sol Vibrante gets its name from how its uniqueness is linked to its user. In Zestasia’s case, his spells have a more golden appearance due to his golden hair and how his soul itself is of a golden color. The more passionate and euphoric that Zestasia gets, the deeper of gold that his spells will have, for Sol Vibrante, at its core, is a type of magic that will feed off of the positive and negative emotions of its user. If one is experiencing glee and jovial emotions, Sol Vibrante will reflect that, and grant its user more stable foundations for the spells. However, should they feel strife and/or any mentally unstable emotions, it becomes wonky. At best, its stability would fluctuate; at worst, it will become a double-edged sword, which wouldn’t be ideal for someone like Zestasia who values his bonds above all else.

Triticum - More of a passive ability of Sol Vibrante usage than anything else. Triticum grants Zestasia the ability to store Ignis-natured ether into his body, allowing him free use of it in the event that he's put into a situation that won't allow him access to direct sunlight. Due to how straining this is on one's body, Zestasia can only store up to a full minute's worth of sunlight into his body and only has enough for five charges. This means that, not counting Solaris Orbis, Zestasia would have enough juice for five spells. After each charge is used up, he will be without reserves of his Ignis nature. And per day, he can charge up 2 times. Anymore times after that, and it'll backfire on him(compromise his spells, lessen their power, exhaustion rate increased).

Solaris Pallio - A rather simple spell in both appearance and execution. By mixing innate magical power with energy given to him from the sunlight from either the sun itself or sunlight stored via photosynthesis, Zestasia “flares up” in an aura of golden flame, sparks of white and red flaring around him. While active it enhances any spells he uses by almost a quarter of their core potency. Additionally, the aura also increases his own physical capabilities by an eighth of their core potency, this includes but not limited to: speed, strength, defense, etc. Also, there is a standard one to two minute period in which this spell can remain active. After that, there is not only a cooldown period of the same time, but all spells will have half the maximum strength during this cooldown period.

Solaris Ventum - As the heat from the sun surrounds Zestasia, he channels it in such a way that it creates a solar windstorm - a condensed one, mind you - in a ten-pace circumference with him at the center of it. By gesturing his arms, he can command this compacted storm to take the shame of a flaming wall that can block incoming spells of equal or lesser-strength. Or he can command it to take the form of its namesake(windstorm), and send hot currents towards someone as a means of offense.

Outside offense and defense, there is a passive ability that this spell has and that is to cause anything caught within its entirety to suffer first to second-degree burns. If they are hit with the offensive countermeasure, a third-degree burn is possible.

Solaris Orbis - Easily Zestasia’s strongest and most-dangerous spell he currently knows. It is one that derives from the aura of plasma that surrounds the sun during a solar eclipse. As it is, when Zestasia’s physical state is withered out and without light(this could be an interpretation of Asahi entering a state of a magical form of a solar eclipse). His reserves are low, his body is torn up from wounds, and he is near passing out. At this point is where the residual heat from his wounds, from the air around him, from any source remaining, gathers in both of his palms, and takes shape in a constant-rotating sphere of flame.

As both sphere come to the center on their own accord, Zestasia, through his pain alone, wills the sphere to rise to the sky, absorbing heat as it proceeds upward. Once it gets to the point that it is above all else, it sends pulses of solar energy, which activate certain processes in oxygen to set a battlefield ablaze, scorching all within its twenty-foot region.

One thing to note about this spell is that it’s entirely controlled by Zestasia’s pain. This meaning that it’s as strong as he is in physical unbearable agony. As such, the longer he keeps it going will cause him much strife, almost to the point where he might not even be able to keep the spell active. So, in other words, if his focus isn’t maintained, the orb will simply disappear, even before it has gotten the time to do what it was created for. Additionally, if there aren’t substantial wounds, it won’t have as high of a burning potency as one might think. Less-severe injuries will create less-severe spell power.

Hand-to-Hand Combatant - Right along side teaching him how use magic, Anatoli also taught Zestasia self-defense. He felt that Zest had to build his magical capabilities as well as his fighting capabilities. It was in the event that Zestasia would find himself in a situation where his magic would be cancelled out. Anatoli always thought of everything and that’s why, when Zestasia wasn’t studying about magic, he was put through daily sessions where Anatoli forced Zestasia’s body to remember how to fight. After a while, he got to the point where he could handle his own in a fight. The way that Anatoli made sure of this? Well, he set him up in underground fight clubs, of course. The best way to get better is to know what your limits are, and break them.

And that’s what Zestasia did. Through every defeat, he honed his skills until he got the point where he no longer lost. When he was finally able to hold his own against the best of the best that the underground scene had to offer, he knew that he was good. Added to his training, he also built his body to where it was above-average of someone for his age and their physical makeup.

Sol Vibrante Tactics
Zestasia has learned that, through advanced application of his magic prowess, he can fuse his fighting capabilities with his magic. While he has yet to truly understand the finer mechanics of that fusion, it should be noted that certain motions can expel out streams of flames from his limbs, even to the point where, when he spins, golden fire follows, and follows him as if his body was a trail of oil, leading it to a target.


Big Dick Johnson

In the years that followed the following of the followers of The McDonald of Trump came a resting period in which those who were tired of the tiredsome tirade of Agent Orange-You-Glad-I-Didn't-Say-Banana, there came the repeated quest of seeking those which have yet to mature but never could because the Doc of Doctors Doc was the sole blame of misconstrued misconstrusion that the masses who are of everyone know not of the knowing absent of naught of how to acquire the unbegottened child named Ren.

And because of these misconstrusions, there was only one name that was a constant. Well, aside form from the obliviously obviously oblivion that was known as Trans Fat.

Well, okay, that wasn't his name. He has the power of Trans Fat. The actual name of this person is someone with a lot of love to give to that one special lady who doesn't mind some greasy burgers from Greece served by a Greek man who happens to be a Geek.

Yup, you heard it first.

NOW...





ON THE RIGHT, IN RED AND YELLOW TRUNKS WITH A GANGSTA'S WHAT'S UP GUYS? right across that place that shall not be named in the front of his shorts, THE TRANS-DAGGER STALLION HIMSELF, MCLOVIN MCDONAAAAAAAAAAAAALDS, EMBUER THE AMERICAN DREAM OF TRANSFAT AND LOVER OF BURGERS OF ALL SIZES, AND THE ARTIST FORMALLY KNOWN AS FOGEL!

And in a matter of years that spanned these the total count of 1,409 characters(not counting this), McLovin makes his long awaited return to the battlefield where everyone will get transed up.

"THAT SHIT IS TIGHT, YO!"
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Strongriver Plaza, Hedgemount_


Despite the man constantly dodging, the beast could not stop. It had surprising speed, despite it's body being mostly comprised of hardened tumors. It came to a stop as it's foot slammed on the ground. It swung it's club-like arm yet again, and sent some tables flying all around as it continued it's berserk charge. The man covered in tumors suddenly felt... less enraged. The rage that driven it from the Happiness drug. It slowed down for a moment... before picking up the pace again. Letting out a berserk yell, as it quickly closed the distance between the two by leaping through the air with it's club raised over it's head.

Lihn's concentration broke at the yell the beast gave out, realizing that she was going to put in a lot more effort. Pushing away any worry she felt because it was still attacking, because that would just make things more difficult for her, she concentrated on the anger it felt again and continued to suppress. At the same time she tried to force a calm feeling on it, to replace the anger that she was suppressing. It was hard on her, and she could feel her head beginning to pound, but damn she would push her power to their limits if she had to to bring this thing to a stop.

Jackson looked at the beast and wondered what the hell was going on. That girl came out of nowhere and suddenly was telling him what to do. Probably for good measure though, seeing as how something she was doing was casing the beast to seem less maddening..or at least that's what Jackson gathered. For all he knew, Tumor Man probably enjoyed getting wet. Unlike him, Jackson didn't because he couldn't use his powers while under the influence of wetness. So, he would have to rely on his quick movements and capoeira prowess. Doubtless that would be enough, but Jackson was always a betting man.

"So, are you good now Tumor Man?" Jackson asked the beast. He was hopeful that whatever the girl did was enough. If not, then they were fucked.

The rage was fading... even though it should be getting even greater. It came to a slower halt, and instead of going straight for Jackson. He paused for a moment, and looked around. Almost as if it was contemplating... then it's eyes rested on a small woman who had stayed behind. The rest of the stirring anger that driven the beast mad directed itself at Lihn. A colossal boom filled the air, as the monster slammed it's hand on the tile floor, before rushing after Lihn.

Briefly, Jackson was frozen by the loud screech from Tumor Man. By when he was able to collect himself, he saw the running growth was making his way for that woman, and seeing as how she didn't seem like the fighting type, Jackson had to save her. So, running after the beast, Jackson would use the own beast's firm growth's as a bit of a sturdy trampoline, and as he had flipped forward into the air, he stomped on the beast's head with both of his feet in an attempt to stop him in his tracks. Though, in hindsight, Jackson realized it wasn't such a great idea because this put him in an awkward position as he was now on top of the beast exposed to any retaliation it might have in store for the male.

The double-stomp was probably not the best action to even distract it. It's body was tough, and rigid, and Jackson might had hurt his feet. More than he hurt the creature, who merely pushed his head down, and cause it to yelp. It was distracted from Lihn, but it's anger was now back on Jackson.

The anger directed at Lihn warned her that the creature was coming for her before it hit the ground and charged. She knew there was no way she could get away. Instead she pushed harder at the anger, at reducing it and increasing any calm feelings it may feel. There wasn't anything else she could do. Through her slightly blurred vision she registered that the man it had been attacking had jumped up onto it to try and stop it. She didn't dwell on the feeling of relief as she forced her will against the creature's further to reduce its anger as much as she could. If she could just get it to stop before it hit the man that could come to her defense... then she could give in to the pounding pain at the back of her head.

The beast's rage was subdued yet again... however, not enough to stop it from counter attacking Jackson. It violently thrashed it's upper body from left to right, twisting it's body, get him to slip, and when it saw his leg... it lunged straight for it.

"Shit," Jackson said, struggling to keep himself on the back of the beast's head due to it wildly swinging its upper-body side-to-side.

As soon as Jackson realized that the constant switch from left-side thrashing to right-side thrashing had made his leg slip into the view of the beast, he couldn't stop it from trying to go after his left leg. Knowing that evading it entirely was out of the question - especially from how the beast was a lot larger than him - Jackson would have to sacrifice some skin tissue in an effort to keep his leg. So, as the beast would dig its teeth into Jackson's shin, Jackson would push off as hard as he can with his free leg against the beast's torso, allowing him some leg room, but because the beast had its teeth already latched onto his shin, there was an unforgiving sense of pain as the teeth practically peeled off the top layer of his skin from the bottom of the knee to about mid-shin. But, what mattered most was that Jackson retained his leg and was able to roll away to gain about a meter and a half distance between he and the beast.

It paused for a moment, as Lihn's effects calmed it yet again. It stared at Jackson... as blood spurted off it's body in all directions. It fell down to it's knee, as it let out a loud, near-glass breaking, groan. Not of anger, but of pain.

Lihn continued to reduce the creature's anger, but not as strongly as she had been before. However the loud groan broke her concentration and caused her to stop. The pounding in her head meant that she was unlikely to be able to properly reduce its anger as much as she had been before. Though... It didn't seem like it was going to be charging anywhere anytime soon.

"I think it's calmed down?" Lihn voiced her doubts about that, voice coming out strained and tired. "Not that I caused that." She wasn't entirely sure what was going on there - it was difficult for her to fully think it through after having to used her powers more than she had in a long time.

Well that's reassuring.

Jackson briefly drifted his eyes to his shin. Though he was thankful to keep his leg, he had a nasty cut going down the entire front length of it. If what he saw in front of him was the beast seemingly calming down, then perhaps things weren't as grim as he thought they were. Even still, until Tumor Man was no longer that, Jackson had reservations about whether or not they were out of the woods. And even worse, Jackson could barely stand on his left leg. So, his flashy capoeira was out of the question. Hell, any form of movement that involved his legs would be out of the question. God, how did things get so fucked?

The beast heard the people talking, and turned it's attention towards them. It let out a loud cry, as it leaped up in the air, lunging towards them.

"Get down!" A voice said, the two ducked down, and the moment the pair ducked, a stream of chemicals came out from behind them. If they looked behind, they would see a team of armed RAVENS. The mutant roared loudly, as the RAVENS hosed it down from all directions, until it was completely contained.

Jackson let out a low whistle. "Guess the pros have it now." Jackson said, watching the impressive display of the RAVEN agents doing what they did best: taking care of business.

"... Are you two okay?" A RAVEN with shaggy black hair asked, he was of average height, and muscular. He seemed to have hints of Asian descent in him, but was overall caucasian. He grabbed his badge, and nodded. "Agent Blackmore here, we came fast as we could."

"A lot better than him, that's for sure." Jackson had gestured towards the contained Tumor Man, while Lihn just . "You guys sure took your sweet-ass time, though." Always one to criticize your saviors, aren't you Jackson?

"Sorry sir," Agent Blackmore said with a hint of mocking contempt, "But, RAVEN is a little stretched right now."

He crossed his arms, and looked at the two. "Would you two mind coming back to headquarters for questioning?"

"I'll come back," Lihn paused, running a hand through her dark hair. "But I'll need to take something for a migraine if you need me to be able to talk." It hasn't happened yet, the pounding in her head was just a bad headache, but she knew it would come on soon enough. She was surprised she could speak so coherently, anyway.

Jackson just looked at the RAVEN agent. "Yeah sure thing, fam, but I might need to make a detour at the hospital first." Jackson gestured to his shin. Though not bleeding profusely, if he didn't at least get it bandaged up, there would be some serious problems for him down the road. Such as blood loss.

"Our DOVE doctors will get that patched up no problem," Agent Blackmore said, as he walked over to Jackson, and hoisted him over his shoulder. "Let's get you two back to headquarters so we can sort this out."
ATTENTION TO EVERYONE THAT HAVE REQUESTS WAITING


Due to a lack of inspiration at the moment, I am going on a hiatus from GFX request for an undetermined time. My apologies if this might disappoint some of you, but I simply don't have it in me at the current to deliver on those who have requested me with the amount of quality that they deserve.

Until then, I'll be seeing you.

~Tundra
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