Belial needs an in. Which is tough even with a character free primarily because I'm annoyed at myself for missing so much and Belial seeming to have been useless in the long run of this thing so far. IDEK what he might have been doing this entire time. It just feels like he's been a prick. Which is not him at all XD
Zero one the other hand. Him and Zenoram probably been ducking around watching, not really interacting. Hmmm... Where's Karn? Mithera? Idk. So much to do, so little time.
We're moving on to, I think, battle three of the second day of the Grand Magic Games. Also, Jamie, Damian, Jack from Dragon Fang, and a few others are having an interaction moment in the Arena hallways.
Well right now it's just you and me. We could potentially gain new members, but without kitty or almost anyone else, I'm not entirely sure. I mean it was her RP.
It might have to be buried or kept in stasis for now.
I think I can wait awhile before posting again. I'm a little ahead in time o.O
You can always edit to say he was getting food or something right after he left instead of the next day. I think. I mean who knows how long a day can last in RP time XD
Belial might have been watching intently as Isshum fought. But he couldn't. He was busy fighting some of the smaller golems. He had gotten stronger. In all the time he'd been with Isshum. All the people he'd met. All the time he'd spent training definitely brought about results. However, even though Isshum could take these things down so easily. Even though he could take down the assumed boss of them so easily. Even though they were weaker than the giant that had appeared and grabbed his guardian he just wasn't on the same level yet. He could tell from the glimpses he caught of that confrontation. Isshum, Viv. He just wasn't there yet. "Dammit." He whispered as he jumped out of the way of an incoming swing from a golem. This was the third one he'd fought. He had managed to take two down on his own, a feat he was most definitely proud of, but he felt like he wanted to do more. He watched the thing for a moment, before he heard the explosion.
Isshum had most definitely ended the battle after delivering a snarky remark to Vivian even though she'd helped him. To him this just meant he had to finish this before one of them tried to help him. He didn't want to be helped. Besides, he'd already done some damage. "Sorry mr. Golem. But I'm done playing with you now." He said as he charged forward. As the golem swung he jumped and used the larger arm to springboard up. "Marble Flame!" He shouted as he flew through the air over the monster clapping his hands. As he pulled them apart fireballs about the size of marbles began to fall around it. "Explosion!" Once they were in place they began to explode. The fire and impacts of the multiple small explosions took their toll adding to the damage he'd done already causing it to fall apart.
As he landed he took a look at his handy work, huffing and puffing a bit as he caught his breath. "Yes." He silently cheered to himself as he made a fist and pulled his arm back, his eyes closed, a huge toothy smile plastered on his face, throughout his little reverse fist pump. Now all he had to do was join back up with the others and maybe head back to the guild. Though he was rather tired. He wouldn't expect them to be though. They were SO much stronger than he was. But hopefully he'd catch up to them at sooner than later.
The following image is not mine and may be subject to change.
Belial stands at about 5'3" with reddish-brown hair and a lean, but somewhat muscular physique, set far apart from the somewhat scrawny look most kids his age has. With a fair, if not lightly tanned, skin tone and eyes a slightly darker shade of yellow. He typically wears a red shirt with an orange vest with a black trim over, pants a lighter shade of brown and black running shoes.
Name: Belial Roseblood Nickname: Bel, other nicknames pending Age: 13 Gender: Male Guild: Wizards of Fiore Rank: C-Class
Personality: Belial the kind of person to put his all into what he does. He seems to do his best to stay positive or optimistic in any situation even if it may annoy those around him. He is stubborn to a fault. So much so that some may wonder where his determination comes from. He never knows when to back down, even in a losing fight. He has a tendency to let his emotions cloud his judgement and act recklessly. Belial is the type who wants to give people a chance no matter what, but he is not quick to trust. However, for those he has grown close to and trusts, he puts an unbelievable amount of faith in. He has no doubts or qualms. He'll easily put his life in their hands.
Bel also has a bit of an obsessive personality towards magic, his own in particular. He wishes nothing more than to learn any and all fire magic accessible to him. If he meets a person with a fire magic he does not know, it is not unlikely for him to begin to pester them in hopes of learning the magic. In many cases he'll go as far as to try and replicate it. Above all else though, he is a loyal companion, who won't let go once he has developed a bond of sorts with a person. Don't break this bond, and you'll always have a willing friend and ally.
History: Belial was born in a poverty stricken village to a poor family. His father had chosen his name as a joke of sorts. That tended to get annoying sometimes. However, it wasn't especially hard. Actually, with his mother it was a fairly simple life. They barely made ends meat, but they always managed to get by. Bel's mother was everything to him. Then, there was his father. The man wasn't the type to provide. He hardly ever came through, which stemmed Bel's trust issues, and even when he did it was through questionable means. The man and Bel's mother were complete opposites.
She was always keeping optimistic. She would always tell Belial how important it was to do so. If he let things drag him down to far he would surely be unable to get back up. Still, as much as she tried things would one day take a bit of a turn. When he was 8, his mother broke her arm. She continued to try to work and he did his best to help, but ever so they just weren't making it. Why was his father even there? What did he do? Was it simply out of obligation? Questions riddled the young boy's mind, but he got over it. He couldn't dwell on that. He would just have to handle things with his mother if his father couldn't. Or so he thought.
One day his father came home with money to help keep them afloat. His mother questioned how he had gotten such a thing, but he brushed it off. He complimented her, bragging about how he told her he would pull through. Things seemed like they would be looking up. Surely they could get by until mom got better. At least, that was the plan. Had they known things might have never happened. Had they known, things would have been completely different. But they weren't. The village was attacked. Bandits and criminals. Some using magic, other's without. It was terrible watching as these men killed those who couldn't get away all in search of something. Something Belial's father had taken. That was how he had gotten the money. And now, everyone, not just him or his family, would pay.
In the mass of terror, Belial had been separated from his parents. He was left all alone. No clue as to where they might be and no home to return to after the attack and subsequent burning of his village. He was on his own. He didn't know how to survive. What could he do? He could try to steal... But then he would be just like his father... The reason he was even in this mess. Oh god, was his mother alive? He shook his head. He couldn't think that. Over the next year, he would begin to adapt to his situation. Finding placed to sleep. Stealing to survive. It was primarily food and water. Usually fruit or vegetables. He actually became accustomed to Tomatoes, Celery, Oranges, and Grapes. These to him would taste the best. They also tended to be the easiest to hide and avoid getting caught.
And yet, still, one day he was caught. He was just trying to survive, but the man who'd done it had no patience. He was not happy. He was cruel. He beat the young boy. He didn't leave him for dead or anything. But the pain was unbearable all the same. He wanted so bad to quit, but his mother flashed through his mind. Her face, her voice, the words she had spoken so often. He knew he couldn't. But he was going to need to defend himself. The next thing he stole wasn't food, or water. It was a book. A book on magic. Fire magic to be precise. He studied it. He learned it and began to use it. He wasn't an expert, and he wasn't especially skilled at first. But those who didn't know magic, like some of the shop owner would become much more docile towards him.
The next year progressed and he was finding it a bit more easy to live on his own. He was doing far better. Pretty well for a ten year old actually. But he was never aware of just how much would change on that year. It all started with a mark. A person he was planning to rob. They weren't much older than him. It shouldn't have been too hard. Not with his fire magic. But then again, it was because of his magic that he would be no match. This person was a mage. Isshum Wyvern. A man he would soon discover to be a Fire Dragon Slayer. He hadn't wanted this to become a fight. Luckily it didn't. Not for Isshum anyway. It was more of a kid attacking somebody older and more experienced and refusing to back down. He knew he should have. But after what had happened last time, he refused. He wouldn't go down.
Still, Isshum was too strong. Every once of fire Belial through at him was consumed swiftly and in the end he blacked out. He'd expended a good amount of magic. That packed with a small punch to the head put him out like a light. Isshum was there when he woke up, waiting for the authorities. All that came were few officials from the town he'd been staying at the time. They weren't very happy with him. They talked a lot. He didn't pay attention. Something about teaching the little thief a lesson. Didn't even wait until they were out of sight before they began to rough the kid up. He struggled but he was tired. This was definitely it. Until, that is, Isshum stepped in. At this point Belial was fading in and out. It was all a blur, but Isshum stood up for him. And somehow in the mist of a argument and near brawl he ended up being taken away by the Dragon Slayer.
Isshum explained everything when Bel next awoke. He would be taking him in. This couldn't be real though. Right? That was just nuts. And yet it was. He was speechless. Unsure for a time as well. But came to accept it. And over the next three years he bond with Isshum and his Team. He's learned so much more about magic. And because of his new family his interest in learning came to be about more than defense. It was a point of pride. He wanted to become as great as everyone else. He wanted to somehow become better. And so he decided he'd try and learn any and all types of fire magic possible and more if he could to become strong enough to stand side by side with Team Fireworks. Especially Isshum.
Magic:Fire Magic - Fire magic holds a wide range of capabilities. It is merely a base and spans off into multiple variations and types, such as Purple Flare or Rainbow Fire. Thus, to Bel it is perfect and as such he prides himself in knowing, studying, learning all forms of fire magic possible for him. And if he can't learn the exact magic, he tries to find a way to recreate it himself with his own twist. In addition, while he has access to most fire magic, Belial prefers to use his own as opposed to ones such as Hell's Prominence, Prominence Typhoon, or others. However, it is not unlikely to see him utilize such skills on occasion.
Fireball - As the name suggests Belial throw a ball of fire at his opponent. Blaze - A spell in which Belial spews a torrent of flames from the plam of his hand. Inferno Rain - Bel rapidly fires a mass of fireballs, typically from above his opponents, though not always. Flame Aura - Belial covers himself in a thin layer of fire. Those who come in contact with it generally take damage and can possibly catch fire. Partial Flame Body - After witnessing Taka's magic Bel has been attempting to replicate it. He has gained to abilities to turn one of his limbs or body parts into fire at a time, though it take much concentration. Flame Wall - As it suggests, Belial creates a wall of flames to black attacks. Most will melt, or burst or simply be canceled out. Unless of course the opponent is above his level. Marble Flame - Belial makes small marble sized balls of fire which may explode on his command and sets them free to fly towards or around his target(s). Marble Flame: Explosion Used in tandem with his "Marble Flame" he wills them to explode. If the fire alone doesn't hurt, it's possible for the force of the blasts to. Dragon's Claw - Belial enhances his punching or kicking power by shrouding his hands and feet in condensed flames. Modeled after his guardian and caretaker Isshum Wyvern as he is unable to learn the man's Dragon Slayer magic. Eruption: Volcanic Burst - Belial's second most powerful move. He pressed his hands to the ground and feeds flames into it. The flames burst out like a volcano on a place of his choosing. Blazing Commandment: Great Flame - Belial condenses his flames into a single large ball whose heat can be felt a few yards around. Deadly to those who underestimate it and possibly still dangerous to those who remain wary. This is currently Bel's most powerful attack.
Other: Might add some stuff at a later point in time.
"What?" Nate laughed a little bit. "A quick 'see ya man' is all your best bud gets?" He questions poking her side playfully his own book bag secure on his back. "Come on. You got more in ya than that." For a moment he was on her left side, then her right, and then her left again. Sometimes doing this was a habit. Helped him better prepare for not being able to when he was around normal people who might put two and two together. Not that he really looked like the hero type with the piercing and the mohawk. Well... People also didn't take him for the intellectual, but he was. When he wanted to be. "Well whatever. It's better than nothing I guess." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You going by Zeta tube?" He asked calmly as he began to walked towards it. He could use it to get to his city and then home from there. Easier than running the whole way.
With he subject past, Jason began his decent. They were nearing the destination. It's getting kinda late. Let's keep a low profile, head in, eat and head out. Never know what kind of freaks and jerks might come out at night. And we don't want to end up in a situation where we have to defend ourselves. It could turn out bad. For us and others." He said calmly. It was true. There were so many ways them having to defend themselves could go wrong. It would probably never end in their favor. "I'm probably just gonna get a slice or two. What about you?" He then asked as he landed in the alley out of sight. He glanced around while waiting for Matt to make sure nobody else was around. Mostly quiet with a few stragglers here and there. Nobody would really care even if they noticed it seemed. Which was better for them.
"I suppose you're right. But as long as all I did was run you home it wouldn't matter right?" Nate said chuckling softly as he leaned against the wall. He could never really stop himself from checking his teammate out. Then again why would he want to stop himself? He took one last look before he turn to enter his own room. "But whatever. Just more time for me to get home and have myself another quick snack before bed anyway." He said calmly. Of course his was a quick change. It was important for a superhero, and very easy for a speedster. It only took him about a minute. And even then, he might have been able to shave a few seconds off if he really tried. With that he was kind of just waiting for Eli. They could say bye before they each went there separate ways.
"Well... A lot of these missions aren't really pet friendly. Ya know?" Rachel spoke with a small laugh. "Even pets as awesme as you." She sighed at the thought. "Besides, you're good and all, but there's a huge chance a big old ferocious kitty cat like yourself would be noticed. Plus you'd be just as bored in the bio ship." She thought about it for a moment before reaching the training room. "I'll see what I can do for the next slightly more overt mission though."
"Yeah, but ya gotta think Robin's dad wasn't always the leader. Before him was Aquala... Aquaman." Jason said calmly as he tried to better articulate his thoughts on Robin's position. "I mean we've got Virgil. And yeah he'd good leader material when he's around. But he has a life other than being a hero and isn't always with us. You know? Then there's Nate. He could do it if he were able to handle the responsibility. But something tells me that isn't his top priority." He shook his head and sighed. "Let's just get the food. Works over for now. No point in really letting it upset us anymore tonight." He laughed a bit trying to lighten the mood.
Hey! I'm so sorry about disappearing on you like that. There were problems. However, I should be getting back into the flow of things. I swear. Please forgive me.
