Holy Soldier

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@The Grey DustBecause this game doesn't allow them to actually die, I don't see how capturing and dining on their souls and essence to be any different than eating their bodies. That's like saying my character likes fruit and yours likes vegetables because either way, the children always resurrect. :)

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@dragonmancer Immediately, I can see our characters not being friends lol.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

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Kalikmalo Bramah Thalmen

_{Kah-leek-mah-lah Br-ah-mah - Tal-meh-n}

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Description

Kalik’s name has numerous interpretations. He is the Kaala Vaala—The Black One; the Vishaal—The Titan; the Raakshas Bhakshak—The Demon Eater; the Kaee Hathiyaar—The One with Many Arms; Vidhvansak—The Destroyer; Vaalee Veeraanee—The Drinker of Desolation; Parivartak—The Bringer of Change. He is a fearsome warrior whose skin is as black as space and seems to absorb all light like a black hole. His eyes are as red as coals and spheres as bright as the sun burn within them. His body appears as though it were sculpted from stone. His calves are as thick as the oldest elms and muscles as hard as the finest steel. About his waist is a belt of the finest ore and gems, and a white sarong of the most precious cloth hangs down to his knees.

Vishaal; Kalik can appear as tall as the tallest mountain or as small as a mouse. Some can see the god standing on the horizon like a great statue or shadow. In the center of his forehead burns a symbol ॐ. Hanging from the stretched lobes of his ears are two hoop earrings. Raakshas Bhakshak; he has an appetite for the blood of demons and is the Vaalee Veeraanee. He adorns his neck with a necklace of the skulls of demons and not just demons. There are some angels who had disagreed with his ethics. Kaee Hathiyaar; it is unknown how many arms the demigod has, but he is seen on occasion with eight total. In each of his hands, he carries various weapons and some not so much as weapons as they are objects. He wields swords, spears, bowls, scales, shields, lances, axes, tridents; mirrors; scrolls; and snakes—each weapon possesses the power to best most gods for he is the Aton of Destruction and Change.

All that has a beginning has an end. This applies to all things and not just life. Kalik has destroyed things unrelated to battle such as sadness, fear, and pain. Thus, his shakti though destructive, it can be purifying. When one isn’t blinded by emotions or obsession, then one is able to see the world more clearly. His destruction brings about creation; change; and opportunity as the body, mind, spirit, and the cosmos heal and renew itself. Kalik can always be found facing East, waiting until the day that the sun will refuse to rise for that day will be The End.

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Shakti

Kalik does not boast about his power or his strength. He is antisocial and is more of the type to speak when spoken to, and prefers to listen more than speak for he listens constantly to those who pray to him. He possesses a near ever-lasting stamina and patience. When he stands facing the east, birds, beasts, and mortals sit at his feet unafraid, and fearful only when the demigod is active. He is a bringer of destruction, but he is also a healer who can destroy those things that cause harm and suffering.

He is a superior warrior whose strength can divide the sea. The swing of a sword could split a mountain and some objects he possesses can separate space to draw those who oppose him and his ethics from hiding.

The symbol on his forehead opens to a Third Eye that allows him to see all around him. He can see hidden enemies or traps, and can see through the illusions of his enemies with that eye. With his numerous arms, he can battle a warrior whilst remaining in place. His arms can reach great distances and when severed, it is uncertain if the demigod regenerates the missing limb or if another one of his many arms takes its place.

His black flesh is like a suit of armor and cannot be scratched, scraped, or stabbed so easily. The demigod does not bleed, but his body cracks when damaged and can shatter. Because of this, his pain tolerance is extraordinarily high and he bears a stone-like stoicism. Rarely does Kalik smile, but he does frown and that expression alone is unsettling.

Kalik has been known to transform those servants who have been selflessly loyal to him. They will be transformed by his shakti into beings that mimic his image. These beings are called the Zura and they are mighty creatures of great skill and shakti. When they were transformed, their minds understood Shakti. Eldritch words that allowed them to harness great power. They are the words of Kalik for he is one of the few children who speaks a unique tongue. For this, Kalik’s tongue is as white as heated metal and when he speaks Shakti, his words resonate with power. There are few children who speak and comprehend Kalik’s language. Those who understand him are usually an ally, a lover, a rival, or one who has spent patient hours with the demigod.

Kalik is most notably seen standing on the horizon like an immense shadow with his multiple arms. While some misleadingly believe that that is the only size he is able to take, he can actually shrink himself to small proportions to be as small as an ant or mouse. He can hide in the pockets or throats of mortals, and they say a mortal possessed by Kalik will speak Shakti. They will also bear the demigod’s symbol somewhere on their body—usually the forehead or throat.

The child drinks and devours the blood and flesh of demons. Due to “demons” being ambiguous for an angel could just as easily become a demon or a demon an angel, it can be said that he also devours the blood and flesh of angels. He is a cannibal and will always consume those who fall to his blade. Lately, it has been those children who do not agree with his destruction who have contested him.

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Water color painting of the Zura by Zurian Painter Nodus Khaleem.

Original Tribe

The Zura were not just the name of the multi-armed servants of Kalik, but the people who built a glorious city around the titan, and he stood like a statue over the city forever facing dawn, which was the direction in which the Zurans prayed. They adorned his feet and the earth where he stood with offerings and flowers. They wore serpents about their necks and colored their scales for fashion and at times, the snakes proved to be symbolic.

An albino snake was always looped about the neck of a bride at weddings. Venomous snakes were draped about the necks of criminals who would be bitten and suffer a slow and agonizing death. The Zura built their culture around Kalik. Zurans were allowed to seek vengeance against those who had caused them great suffering or pain and they would offer their bodies to the demigod, pleading their case, which would bring them either peace or rebuke. The demigod was the supreme judge when it came to crime in Zura, if a case ever required his attention. Thus, Zurans were a vengeful people when scorned, but only the purest would pray to Kalik to destroy their anger so that they would be able to forgive.

Because of Kalik, the Zurans lived into the hundreds, which was much longer than most people. He destroyed their every affliction, but he could not destroy time. He could only prolong it. Those most loyal to him were transformed into beings called Zura, and the Zura were mighty warriors that guarded the city and destroyed any army that dare attempt to take it. The Zura were all that was necessary to deal with most nations for their skills were nearly unmatched. The Empire of Zura with but its prosperous few were able to hold off legions of armies. For every one Zura a hundred soldiers died so the legends say.

Unable to bleed, Kalik poured his shakti into the bowl during the Age of Betrayal. When the demigod was imprisoned, his missing statue was regarded as an omen. Prophets began to preach of The End, spooking the people despite the sun continuing to rise each day. The Zura were transformed back into mortals and the Zurans fell victim to their own madness. As crime continued, there was no longer a fear of rebuke. They slaughtered each other and eventually overthrew the government to descend into senseless anarchy. The once adamant civilization was trampled on by invaders who nearly exterminated the entire race of peoples in their conquests. The empire burned and blood soaked its streets. Zura was never the same.

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Faction

Kalik was an uncomfortable being to approach about such matters as “whose side would he choose?” He had been disliked by Angel and Demon alike. Some were not pleased with his ethics and behavior. It was solely because of the compassion he had for his people that he chose the side of the Angels and gave them the shakti they needed to crush the Demons.

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Anecdotes

Legend says that when Kalik joined the fray, the world quaked with his charge. He crushed demons under his feet and the swinging of his blades created cyclones of razor destruction that painted the world red with blood. He disgusted his kin by drinking and devouring the blood and flesh of fallen Angels and Demons. They say he fought savagely with a Demon’s throat between his teeth and when the Demon’s allies attempted to save him, they were shredded by Kalik’s numerous arms. He fought endlessly for days without rest, gorging on the fallen that scholars believed were what fueled his endless stamina. When the battle was over, Kalik had three bands of skull necklaces about his neck. He licked the blood from his skin and weapons like a beast and…faced the East.

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Opinions

Hey everyone, I can’t wait to read your opinions and write with you all. Let me remind you in the case you missed it but Kalik has a special tongue and therefore speaks his own unique language. The Zurans spoke this language, but scholars might have probably listed it as a dead language over the centuries. If your character hasn’t spent much time with him, then they more than likely won’t understand him.

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Dragon Ball Z: The Summoned Sagas

Why would you punish people for not posting for a week just to let people eager to join your game in? Why not just let those people in? Because for you to so easily remove someone from your game is almost the equivalent of spitting on their work. Like, their writing didn't mean anything to you for you to keep them around. Almost like you don't enjoy anyone's presence and that all RP is is a business rather than something fun to do.

I honestly don't see why someone would go inactive for an entire week without first giving you a reason why such as their computer breaking, focusing on exams (exam crunch), moving state, who knows? It just seems cut-throat. Why not just skip the person if they take too long, find out where they are or what's going on, and if you don't hear anything back from them after two weeks, then just drop them from the game. One week just seems crazy. Like seriously, what's your hurry? How are you being affected by that one person not being active? It'd be easier to just let people in, shed off all the inactives (as they appear), and that way you won't be losing people for no reason.

You said this was your first GM game right? Let me tell you something. Games will be created and games will die regardless of what you do. You can only do so much as a GM. You can't make a game and be like, "I know this game will last forever." Because it won't. No game does. I've ran a game that lasted literally 10 years (started it in middle school and it lasted into college) and it died and we were only halfway through the storyline. My most recent game was coincidentally a DBZ game on another site and that died after 2 years. But DBZ themed games usually live a long time. Usually.

Your goal should be to enjoy the game while it lasts. I know some of the games on this site die as soon as they are created. Some people rush into the game, don't fit in, bite off more than they can chew, and then the game dies for those reasons. The only thing that you can do to prolong the game's longevity is to filter out those who don't seem dedicated and KEEP those who ARE dedicated. You'll know them when you got them because they will contribute so much to the game. They love their characters, they interact comfortably with others, and basically everyone has a good time.

You won't be able to get that just by kicking people out for the hell of it. Not everyone was born to sit at the computer for the rest of their lives. You got people with jobs, soldiers, federal employees, nurses, you got all types of people on this site. The only ones that should matter are the ones that LOVE your game. You want to keep those people.@NacNak

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@VahirAre you still accepting writers for this game? If so, I will have to write a CS this evening after work.

Dragon Ball Z: The Summoned Sagas

@LexzahThat profile pic goes well with what you have described so far. She's a skater girl!

Dragon Ball Z: The Summoned Sagas

Name: Fenrir-O (quadruped form)
Location: In the Forest about Korin's Tower
Mentions: N/A

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The forest was alive with whispers as a cool breeze passed through the foliage. At the base of the vegetation, lying on its side on the grassy, leaf-strewn earth was a gray wolf. His triangular ear flicked as soft snores left his muzzle. He had seemed so peaceful until a pack of feral wolves bounded from the brush to halt before him. The Alpha backed up in surprise, looking a little startled to see a lone wolf asleep in the forest. His wet nose wiggled as his nostrils inspected the scent that the creature gave off and soon his snout wrinkled for he did not recognize the beast. He was alien to the woods that were watched by the great tower that stretched into the heavens.

The Alpha snarled and his pack echoed his feelings about the stranger. Their hackles raised and their tongues flicked as they glared at him.

With a snort, the gray wolf slowly opened his eyes and peered at the beasts that suddenly surrounded him. The wolf was nonchalant, hardly bothered by the nosy creatures. Rolling onto his belly, his mouth opened wide as a yawn whistled from him before he shook his head. Rising to sit upon his haunches, Fenrir-O currently in his quadruped form, regarded the pack.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked before he glanced about the woods. The air smelt foreign to him. These weren’t the woods about his hermit hovel. “…where am I?”

“You’re trespassing on War Paw territory,” the Alpha growled. “Who are you? Why are you here? Are you a spy or have you abandoned your pack?”

“My name is Fenrir-O. I am a Beastman, and I don’t know how I got here. Last I remember, I was taking a nap inside my home, but now I’m here…I’m not known to sleepwalk…”

He bowed his head in contemplation.

“A Beastman? You mean one of those humanoid freaks?”

Fenrir-O frowned. “If my presence offends you that much, then perhaps I should leave.”

Fenrir-O rose and turned to walk away from the pack when two beta wolves cut him off. The gray wolf’s ears flicked forward and his tail stiffened threateningly.

“We can’t let you do that. Not without sending you back from whence you came with a message.”

The gray wolf eyed the wolves with his blue and stark-white eyes. “I do not want to fight, but if I must, I warn you. I will hurt you—all of you.”

The Alpha wolf lowered his head and bore his fangs in a vicious snarl. “You can try freak! War Paws attack!”

Fenrir-O crouched low with a snarl as the first two wolves lunged at him simultaneously. He then reared back on his haunches, jaws opening to catch the first wolf right beneath his jaw. Standing on his hind-paws, the second wolf watched with his jaw falling open in shock as the gray wolf hefted the first wolf off the ground and slammed him. Releasing the wolf’s neck, Fenrir-O whirled to face the stunned second wolf, his right paw rising before he slapped it down on the top of the second wolf’s skull. The strength behind the slap sent the wolf’s head impacting the earth. Dead leaves and loose grass erupted about the wolf who immediately went limp in unconsciousness.

As his paw returned to the ground, Fenrir-O turned his head to glance back at the remaining gawking wolves. He felt that he had demonstrated that he wasn’t their average stray. The wolves were shaking and the Alpha was at a loss for words. Fenrir-O figured that he would make it easy for them and walk off. The wolf ventured into the forest in the direction of the strange tower that he had seen. He didn’t know what he would find there, but it was a good start.

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

Yeah, I'll be active after work. So I will have to post in the evenings.

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

youtu.be/LJaKVZKP99Q

That video sums it up too.

The Mushroom Kingdom: Between Worlds

Mario

Location: Toad Town - Streets
Mentions:@Kafka Komedy@Jensoman@tex

Mario was in a very happy place. As Bon poked him, disturbing his trance to bring him back down to the Mushroom Kingdom, she’d see the large pleasant grin on his face and the rosy hue on his cheeks. How could he explain how good it had felt to let off some steam? It was almost equivalent to taking a nice big shit except not as good. After a few more nudges, Mario blinked out of his stupor. He looked around at his surroundings and then looked up at the Shy Bandit.

“You survived.” His nostrils then flared as the stench that stilled permeated the air assaulted his senses. Sitting up, Mario fanned his face with an amused grin. “Whew! I knew the old pipe was backed up but man…that is just bad.”

Resting his hands upon the asphalt, Mario was just in the process of rising to his feet when he heard an enraged scream:

I HAVE YOU NOW, MARIO!!!

Mario glanced over his shoulder in time to see a white and yellow blur head straight for his bare ass. If Jr Troopa in his blind rage persisted, then he might have collided with a part of Mario most would choose not to. And if he wasn’t careful, the little guy might have received a face full of plumber ass.