Kazemitsu

The Prophecy

@Hawlin I suck at backstories XD It's once in a blue moon that a good one will pop into my head. But to clarify his species is more related to Naga's, but due to the size of his people other races started calling them leviathans (cuz really who sees one in the ocean and lives except one nutjob survivor). I imagine them being able to live anywhere except really cold climates. So they probably worship different gods depending on their area (But Catalan still rules and can control them due to reptilian nature)

The Prophecy

@Odin Ah I see! My guy isn't really one since he's not nearly big enough XD Although he's not done growing >.>

The Prophecy

@Odin I only see one leviathan being and one god that could be classed as a leviathan o.o I is confusticated now

The Prophecy

Name: Gaivred (Approximate human translation)
Age: Roughly sixty
Appearance (Pictures are always accepted!):

appearance

Gaivred is twenty-five feet long from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. Normally he only stands at roughly seven feet from the ground up. Barely visible within the bony construct of his head are his glowing red eyes. A nice burning red with no visible pupil.

Race: Leviathan
Gender: Male
Sign/Mark(Sign of your deity): A great tooth surrounded by a wavering miasma. Different lighting change its color.
Blessing:

• Aspect of Power: One of few Gaivred holds his Goddesses Aspect of power towards Strength and Endurance. Allowing him to take and give more damage than a lot of people.

Skills:

• Lightning Strike: His horns seem to conduct electricity between them, condensing it into a ball briefly, before sending a straight shot of lightning out in a straight line. It's drawn towards highly conductive metals but will otherwise just go in a line.
• Ambidextrous Combat: He can use any of his four arms, or all of them at once, in combat to overwhelm his foes in a flurry of blows.
• Weapon Master: He's been using various weapons for many years, learning the ins and outs, their dead zones, and various useful techniques. This also includes makeshift weapons like branches, stools, rocks, etc.

Weapons:

• Scimitars: He currently wields a pair of large scimitars. What would be two handed for most humans he uses one handed.
• Claws: His arms are covered in a bone-like substance that acts as armor. But the tips of his fingers are sharp and pointy, making excellent weapons that others really wouldn't pay attention to. Especially if they're in plate armor.

History:
Not much is known, nor said, about him. Gaivred simply exists much like his goddess. With the patience of a serpent he watches the other races flounder about. Discoveries made, ancient races falling out from something or other. This is probably why he's not a very well known figure outside of the reptile-folk, he reacts more than acts. While he watched over the decades he made sure he could contend with those he watched. The wars that clashed made him feel a desire to be prepared just in case.

So around his mid-twenties is when his training started in the various weapons. Given the known lifespan of his people he decided to go for all within reach instead of focusing on a single one like the shorter lived species. After many years, roughly thirty, of almost non-stop training is when he went out into the world to really experience it and not just watch it from afar.

It's a good thing he trained since mere days from home he was assaulted by a mishmash group of races. Bandits by the looks of their gear and unkempt features. Thankfully for him his movements were so fluid and strange that they couldn't keep up with him. Nevermind the fact that he completely overwhelmed the group with his frightening amount of strength, and their blows seemed to slide off his scaled hide.

With that little eye opener to watch out for the other races, now deemed barbaric, he continued on his way. During his years of travel he heard about some strange Prophecy which drew him in. A good story always had some truth in it after all and he was curious to see what the truth actually was. Would the Forsaken come about? Was there a person born under such circumstances? He'd find out eventually...

Gotham Knights - City On Fire

Kaze only thought of the way to proceed for all of thirty seconds before a frightening grin washed over his hidden face. Why not do both... He thought before looking around. There was the typical debris on the ground, trash and bits and pieces of junk. An old aluminum hubcab caught his eye, snatching it up he looked up at the wires. With a flick of his wrist the disc of metal flew up and zipped through the lines, shutting the power down in the warehouse. The wires sparked on the pavement, melting it as it dragged along the ground. His tail coiled around a soda can before crushing it and wedging it under the door, a makeshift lock that the normal human couldn't force.

The panic within the building from the lack of any power made him chuckle quietly. Scurrying feet, the hurried clicks of flashlights, and yells to make sure everyone was still there. They were questioning if Batman was in the area. The behemoth shook his head as he forcefully sealed the loading hatch with chains lingering on either side of it. At most they'd get a couple inches up but no more. His ears flicked at the footsteps on the other side of the building, the secondary loading hatch that would have led to a ship. That same odd fluid movement and he was blurring around the building, his enormous stride chewing up the distance.

They were already getting the bay to open once he arrived. A quick slap of his palm sent the door sliding back into its closed home. This of course scared the people silly, and also pissed off a few of the more volatile ones. The sounds of slapping gave him the inkling that they had just patched up. "Poor humans...needing drugs to contend..." He murmured, his unnaturally deep voice carrying easily. The door got dented from numerous punches of Venomed up junkies.

Once the doors were blasted open the un-venomed crew opened fire with pistols. The small caliber bullets pinged off the cloaked beings body, ricocheting back into the warehouse. "What the hell is it wearing to do that?!" One of them hollered while they emptied their clips into Kaze. More damage was done to his cloak than to him. "Not a damn thing..." He growled as the Venomed thugs charged. A disorganized charge which the giant easily read. Snorting he met the first man, drawing his fist back for a hay-maker, with a simple shoulder to his sternum. The muscle-bound venom user was sent tumbling back with a loud crack as his ribs snapped.

The others were to juiced up to really pay attention. Only three of them were left, the fourth laying on the ground trying to learn how to breath again. One of them lunged low while the other swung high, the pair seemingly coordinating this time. The reptilian man dug his claws into the ground, anchoring himself and stopping the lunge dead. His hands were moving, slapping aside the wild punch before a resounding smack to the mans head sent him bonelessly to the ground. Only the whites of his eyes showing thanks to being knocked unconscious.

"If you had been Bane himself I might have had to worry...but you're all small fries." He rumbled as the normal humans started to inch towards the edge of the building. Lifting up the Venomed man that still had a hold of his waist, acting as if he were a child latching onto his leg, and hurling him bodily into the cluster of gang members. One person was still unaccounted for, the final Venom user. This one had wised up and cracked Kaze across the back of his head with a heavy metal pipe.

His head snapped down from the force of the blow and his eyes narrowed. Slowly lifting his head back up he let out a roar of anger. Something that sounded completely prehistoric and animalistic. Whipping around he caught the pipe mid-swing and gave the Venom user a powerful uppercut into his chin. Snapping his head back and shattering his jaw while sending some teeth flying out of his face. While the man was in mid-air, and his hold on the pipe loose, he used the hunk of metal to hammer him back into the unforgiving asphalt.

Snarling and snapping his teeth he tossed aside the pipe before stomping his way to the pigpile of minions. Each step made the tar beneath him crack and crumble, such was his anger at getting hit hard enough to actually hurt. His crimson eyes glowed within the confines of his hood as he glared down at the struggling and arguing people. "Where is Bane or his hostage." He growled, some smoke trickling from the darkness of his hood.

"W-we don't know! We're just middlemen! Flunkies!" One of them yelled, terrified of the giant in front of him. Kaze leaned down and sniffed loudly, each exhale had an acrid stench to it that no one could really place but smelled vaguely familiar. "You're not lying...Are there any bases near here?" He questioned, cooling himself down so he didn't butcher the whole lot of them.

"N-no, he has us spread out. So if one group is caught the others still function." The same man said, trying to gain some favor by letting out more information than was asked. Nodding Kaze gathered up a length of chain from these bay doors before getting all of the mooks, venom users included, in a group and binding them with the chain. With a frightening amount of strength he force welded the links together. Without missing a beat he searched their pockets and snagged their phones. Using one of them he dialed the police.

"I have a group of Venom pushers and users at the docks. No I don't know which one, I'm from out of town." He said before hanging up and tossing the phones into the black waters. Now he needed to find another cluster. With a loud snort he was off once more, that animalistic run back towards the towers of Gotham.

Magic Vs Might

XD Well....ol' kaze is a being made of magic (not that he can use it anyway) so...yeah dun wanna be killed just for existing.

Magic Vs Might

Name: Kaze
Age: 31
Race: Dragonborn
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Kaze Pic!

Kaze stands at an impressive eight feet tall exactly with rippling muscle that doesn't show how strong he truly is or just how heavy the partial giant is. The 'plates' running from his chin, neck, chest, stomach, and underside of his tail are a deep and dark purple. The rest of his scales are a jet black, so dark that it has blue undertones. His teeth, claws, and horns however are all a pure white. The eyes stand out just like the horns, a glowing crimson with slit pupils.

Faction: Arcane Bastion
Personality: Kaze is more of a reactor than an initiator. Preferring to just observe unless actively provoked or unless he feels something is incredibly wrong. Example would be someone on the verge of getting murdered. When he's not observing he's a very blunt being, getting right to the point and discarding flowery language. He also has a very short fuse and it gets to rather...extreme, levels. Which is why he tries to keep his distance from things, so it doesn't piss him off and then he breaks it.
Skills:

• Unarmed = 2
• Armor = 1

Equipment:

• Weapons: His body is his weapon honestly. Namely claws, teeth, and the tail trailing behind him.
• Armor: Leather Plating: Thick 'plates' of leather cover key points of his body. Namely chest, belly, and groin. The rest is light and flexible leather pieces. Compliments his natural scale hide.
• Clothing: A simple loincloth is all he wears aside from his armor.

Backstory: Firmly believing the past is the past he has no reason to give out what he has done. Which tends to get anyone he's around to think he has done bad deeds. He just has the mindset that the past made him who he is today. Today is all that matters, followed shortly by tomorrow. But he does let others know why he decided to join the faction he did. It's because the mages are being unjustly accused, all of them lumped together with the bad apples.

If Fion's Light truly wanted peace they wouldn't have started a war with the magi. "Aside from fear this war has no point on their end." Is what he always says. Fear of what they don't understand. Which he was on the receiving end quite often given his bestial appearance. If he doesn't fight for the mages today, who will fight for him and his kind tomorrow?

The Prophecy

@TheTwistedOne

Power in general really, but the physical aspects are what people focus on most since it's more obvious among the people who have her boon.

Magic Vs Might

Well I have 2 potnetial races I'd play in mind. Dragon-kin, which are humanoid dragons with the whole wings and tails shtick. Another is essentially a naga, serpentine body, four arms, but much more bestial. I honestly don't know what it would be called aside from leviathan.

The Prophecy

Catalan Vibria

Name: Catalan Vibria
Appearance:

Domains: Rules all reptilian races and species, holds limited domain over poisons and lightning, has a good hold of power itself.

Skills:

• Pure Power: Power itself is loosely defined but most confer it to be physical power such as endurance, speed, and strength.
• Impure Wind: Her breath is so poisonous that whatever it touches melts into an acidic sludge. The smell alone tends to send lesser beings into unconsciousness.
• Reptilian Control: She can control all reptiles regardless of its sentience. This is subconscious, and most times unwelcome. But it's a part of who she is.

Race: Elder Dragon
A brief history: Catalan doesn't remember if she was one of the first deities to exist, or one of the last. She just remembers existing and watching. Always watching. Rarely would she emerge from her lair to interact with the world, and when she did things were bound to change. Mere movements from her tended to shift mountains, make the tides rise up and crash against the shores, and valleys to form behind her. The few to worship this hulking goddess were the reclusive reptilian species, admiring her power. Whether it was just her power or her ability to change landscapes by merely moving through them she didn't really know. Each being gave a different answer to that question, and so she stopped asking it.

She really wasn't one of action, more of a calm observer. Watching the world throughout the ages as races climbed to the top then tumbled down to the bottom. The rushing nature of mortals amused her, they all had so little time to cram as much knowledge and power in as they possibly could before they expired. Her people, for the considered the reptile folk to be hers, were oddly long lived for mortals. Lasting hundreds of years before finally meeting the god of death. Their long life intrigued her so she gave the race a boon. Some in each species would inherit her breath and an aspect of her power. It would be truly rare for someone to take on multiple aspects of power, but it happened from time to time.

With her boons given to her chosen people she withdrew from the world to observe once more. Few would know when this massive goddess would emerge to change the landscape with her presence again, or to possibly give further boons to those she likes.