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Athinar didn't bat an eye at the vampyr's lack of comprehension. Apparently, this one was younger, or not from a world that had the Dark Court. Oh well. Didn't matter, as it seemed that as Athinar was willing to get straight to the main event, so was the Vampyr. Athinar's eyes lit up with delight, and his pulse quickened. This was going to be awesome. However, Athinar knew the risks of attacking a Vampyr head-on, and wasn't willing to part with this form just yet. Might as well make the undead work for his victory.

Nostrils flaring, Athinar took a deep breath in, and leaped sideways, into the hallway he just came from. As he did this, he held out a hand, and within half a second, a plane of darkness, shaped like a sword, hovered in the air, vertical, with the blade perpendicular to where the arrow would be. As he landed on his feet, as soon as he had gotten out of sight, he dispelled the sword again, and ran forward, booted feet getting surprisingly good traction against the cobble. Eye on the corner, Athinar leaped behind a stone coffin, so the Vampyr would be forced to close the gap. Readying his sword, he also prepared to leap upwards, and strike.
Anyone want to go up against Athinar in his Void Lord form in the future?

....

It'd be.... educational!


Character you have created: Uskriss Ranore
Alias: The Wolf

Speech Color: Color=Tan

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret (Known to his family)

Character Personality: Brash, impulsive, and loud, Uskri is unafraid to speak his mind, no matter what the cost. He will always place himself in harms' way to protect others, and challenge any repression, be it of the government, villains, or even other heroes. However, he doesn't use his powers unless he absolutely has to. In addition, he loves children and the elderly, and will fly into a blind rage if they are harmed.

Uniform/costume:


Origin Info/Details: Uskri was born to a family of vaguely Norse-Irish/Native American descent in the Tornegat Mountains of Newfoundland, Canada. They were the one family that lived in the woods, that everyone suspected had mystical powers. Turns out, everyone's suspicions were right. Powerful shamans in their own right, they communed with nature, helping everyone in the nearby town live a little easier. However, recently, they felt a calling to Lost Haven. To do what, they didn't know. Still, they'll do the best they can, to make everything in Lost Haven right.

Hero Type (Select one):
Muscle (Shaman)

Power Level (Select one below):

World Level

Powers (Be Specific):
Astral Vision- Uskri can see into the spirit world, and communicate with the spirits therein. He can also see the auras of people and places, able to discern the slightest detail.
Planar Manipulation- Uskri can call upon the primal forces of a plane to bind a spirit. However, he prefers to form a contract with one, rather than force it into bondage.
Ley Line Evocation- While located near a Ley Line, where the borders between the Spirit World and the Physical World fray, his spirits increase in power.
Nature Attunement- Uskri can speak with animals and the spirits of plants.
Spirits- Uskri is in a contract with five spirits, fire, water, wind, earth, and lightning.
Motega the Flamewrought- This particular spirit allows Uskri to generate fire, and manipulate it, to a degree.
Tadi the Waterborn- Tadi allows Uskri to manipulate water, and gives him regenerative powers. Said regeneration works only if Uskri focuses, however.
Taizihr Windancer- Taizihr lends Uskri his agility and flight ability.
Yarheg Rockmantle- Yarheg lends Uskri his immense strength and vitality, and the ability to shape the earth.
Nakrirlun of Thunder- Nakri allows Uskri to empower his attacks with lightning, and cause small thunderclaps when they hit.

Attributes:

Strength Level: 50 tons.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 1/2 hours, at best.

Agility: 15x Human Level

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses: Uskri's spirits are not omnipotent, and there are things that even they cannot accomplish. In addition to this, Uskri, while extremely skilled in fighting, is still mortal. Even with the enhanced vitality, Uskri can be killed, if one is determined enough.

Supporting Characters: Uskri's family currently resides with him in their apartment in Lost Haven, and they are a tight-knit group.

Allaenna (Ally) Ranore- Uskri's spirited younger sister. With brown hair, and emerald eyes, the teenager stands at 5'1". She has bonded to only one spirit, a wind spirit named Askan.

Dathan Ranore- Uskri's younger. With black hair, the green eyes of the Ranore family, and a height of 6'2", Dathan is the perfect example of a friendly middle child. He has bonded to three spirits, one fire, one water, and one lightning.

Via Ranore- Uskri's mother. The elderly shaman is known for her kindness, but don't let this fool you. Underneath her tiny form, resonates pure power. She has black hair, with streaks of gray, and the typical green eyes of the Ranore.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yep.

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Uskri smiled as the children surrounded him in a circle, clamoring for another story. "C'mon, Mistah Uskri! Tell us another story!" "Yeah, tell us, tell us!"

Uskri smiled, and shook his head as if mulling it over. "I dunno, kids, wouldn't your mom want you to come home? It's almost suppertime."

With a resounding "NO!" The children all made the most pathetic faces possible. "Pleeeeease, Mista Uskri? We don't have supper for ten whole minutes!" "Yeah, we have time! And if you don't tell us another story, we'll be saaaaad!"

With a smile, Uskriss patted one of the children with his huge hand on the head, and said, "Well, alright, but if you get in trouble, tell Mother Mary that it wasn't my fault!" The children nodded emphatically, and settled in, listening to Uskri intently. Leaning forward, Uskri spun his tale.


Back when the world was young, and the Seelie and Unseelie courts hadn't begun their feuds, back when Odin hadn't sent his third crow to the New World, there was a Dog, with eyes that were like stars. In some places, it was known as Coyote, in other places, as Fox. However, names didn't matter to him, so let's just call him Dog.

Dog traveled across the world, shaping it. He created all creatures, the birds, the mammals, the fish, even the bugs. However, there was one thing that he didn't create. Mother Gaia. The earth, essence of life. This might not seem important now, but listen.

After he had created everything, Dog saw that the creatures couldn't see, and were fumbling around in the dark, helpless. So he went to Mother Gaia, and said, "Mother Gaia! My creatures can't see! It's too dark for them! Can you help?"

Mother Gaia said, "Here, have some of my flame. It burns bright."

Dog took it, and gave it to the animals, but it quickly went out of control, and the earth started to burn. Dog put it out, and then returned to Mother Gaia. "Mother Gaia, your flame is out of control! What am I to do?"

Mother Gaia said, "There is nothing I can do. You must find a way by yourself."

Dog was sad when he heard this, but then he thought long and hard, and realized something. His eyes were bright, were they not? So he took his left eye, and made the sun, and he took his right eye, and made the moon. Now, you would think that he'd be blind after this, but this was not the case. Both of his eyes could still see, and it is said that, to this day, Dog watches over us all, protecting us from That Beyond The Veil.




The children sat before Uskri, enraptured. Eventually, one spoke up.

"So he... ripped out his own eyes? To save all of his creations? That is.... SO METAL!" The oldest child stood up.

Uskri chuckled, and said, "I'm... not quite sure if that was the moral of the story... But it totally is! Gimme five, little man!" After Uskri gave Aiden a high-five, he got a glimpse of his watch, and stood up, clapping his big bear hands. Shooing the kids to the door, he said, "Now kids, it's really time for you to go home for supper! Give your mom my regards!" With various assurances and confirmations, the trio scampered out of the room, only to be waylaid by something distracting in the kitchen, most likely Mama Ranore's cookies. Oh well. At least Ms. Anderson couldn't say that they didn't eat. Whatever happened, Uskri took pride in the fact that he was able to change something in the community, beyond cracking skulls of thugs and gang toughs. It made him feel good.
Adonis.
Kaliain.
Athinar.
Sallas.
Maximus.
"Mainly,
Because I,
have eyes that are red."


Athinar looked over the mysterious man carefully, and noted his exceptionally pale skin, and beleaguered eyes. Snapping his fingers, Athinar pointed at the man, and said, "Oh, you're a vampyr! Not a lich, or anything, I hope." Athinar cleared his throat, and said, "My High Tongue is kinda rusty, but here goes!" Athinar switched to a cold-sounding language, one that made him seem a lot more polite than he actually was.

"So, son of shadow. Why are you in this forsaken place? I am present, because I wish to exterminate things, but how about yourself?"

Athinar unsheathed his adamant katana and grinned. This should be a true test of this form. Stepping into a combat stance, he waited to see what the vampire did.
@LeeRoyLuckily, Adrian ain't a golem. And remember, the Blade gets about twice as effective at the High-Powered level. Although, would a golem be magical in its entirety, or would it simply be non-magical objects animated around a magical core?
@Sypherkhode822Yeah, it sounds including.

But- but chaotic good is fun! It'd be like if Robin Hood ever got control of the monarch- never mind, it'd be terrible.
@nitemare shapeSweet! I'll get an introductory post up soon!
Athinar walked blithely along a corridor blithely, sword sheathed. His leather coat hanging loosely around him, ending around the top of his inky black boots, which covered most of his shins. His katana was sheathed, hanging from his belt, and swung at his side. Pushing his jet-black hair to the side with a gloved hand, he studied the corridors with red eyes that seemed to mask something terrible beneath. However, in wandering such a place, one was bound to encounter another being.

The darkness of the torches notwithstanding, Athinar was completely comfortable in the dimness, even if this form couldn't pierce through it entirely. Stepping past an opened, empty coffin, Athinar heard something. The opening of a door, too loud for even distance to mask. It came from... the left? Not entirely sure but still not caring, Athinar went to the left. It didn't matter which direction he took. He could map out the infinite corridors until this form died of starvation, and leave a cool skeleton behind. It'd be pretty metal.

When he reached the door, Athinar, hands in pockets, walked casually forward, and smirked, looking the hooded man over. Whatever he was here for, it involved violence. Sounds fun.

"So, any particular reason for being here?"
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