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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


"Hm?"

Initially, Schezo doesn't react much to Hel's arrival, gaze still glued on their flying foe and his incoming string of fire. It takes a second for him to peel his glare away from Firefly and look at the Ninetails, immediately grabbing hold of them and very casually stepping to the side, carrying them along. That left more than enough space for the flamethrower's thrown flame to miss its mark.

"Oh, it's you!" he chimes, setting her down. "I wanted to say you're absolutely adorable, and that I wish to display my affection!"

He refuses to elaborate further, instead looking back to Firefly, or at least where he was. In his place is now a lanky man, dressed in green and holding a comically large hammer. Below him is their target, recoiling in pain, and surrounding him is...

Ah, the spell. That's a little bit of an issue.

"Why in the world are there so many people!? I could end this much quicker if they weren't all in the way! Hmph! And people wonder why I prefer to work alone."

Luigi would soon find that he is no longer in trouble. With nothing more than a thought on Schezo's end, what seemed like an unfavorable position turned out to be a great choice! Almost immediately, the masses of dark magic collected around the steel end of his hammer, giving it an ominous aura of pure black. It didn't seem any heavier, but it does seem like it'll hurt an opponent much more. Though, more importantly, he wasn't harmed! How nice.

Between the crystal barrier overhead and Cloud's swift slashes to Firefly's blind spot, there was a lot to take in. Were he not convinced that he could do all of that on his own, he might have even been impressed. Still, he's at least somewhat thankful for the extra protection. That's less effort he needs to put forward, which is an absolute win.

In the spirit of using little effort for a massive payoff...

That plasma from earlier seemed incredibly effective on that flying fiend. As someone that deals with lightning, both on the giving and receiving end, Schezo was able to make a connection between it and what he deflected earlier. Unfortunately for Firefly, he has a very easy way to test this theory.

He raises a hand, grinning maliciously.

"Thunderstorm."



The spell is nearly spontaneous, sending a slew of lightning bolts from the sky and raining them down on Firefly. There's no real difference between this and a lightning bolt aside from their origin -- both move at roughly a third of the speed of light, can heat the air around them to more than five times the temperature of the sun, and qualify as plasma. The only thing Firefly has going for him is that there's not nearly as much lightning involved as there would have been with less people around.

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The torrential downpour of lightning had to come to a stop at some point. That happened to be when he heard -- and felt -- something get struck. As his hands lower, the final few bolts strike, crackling and fizzling out as the last of their energy is spent.

Soon, his eyes open, and just in time to catch a glimpse of something falling. It lands with a punctual plap. Surely he's struck a figurative gold mine!

Alas, he is greeted with a convulsing, smoking mass of the wrong variety.

"Confound it... I've struck your one-winged friend," Schezo grumbles, letting out an almost gritty exhale. "Hmph! I shouldn't defile this creature's sacrifice like that! At the very least, it was useful."

What a waste. The magic he used was insignificant compared to what he has in store, but that doesn't make it any less of a waste of time. At least something positive came out of this, even if it took Cloud's perceptiveness to find it.

"Hm!" Raising a brow, Schezo places his hand on his hip and turns back to Cloud, now smiling at least a little. "That makes him a coward, then! He must have sensed my dark magic and run off. I'd admire his wisdom if that didn't make this more of a hassle."

His eyebrow cannot go any higher, though he does turn to follow his company's seemingly tactical retreat from the ledge. Out of curiosity, he moves toward it, peering down and almost squealing.

The creature with a cold air about it seems to strike his fancy! Something about it is almost too adorable to resist. It takes every ounce of self-control to move back and resist the urge to pet it. Despite his best efforts, it's still quite hard to miss his laser-focused, blush ridden stare.

"You there!" he finally exclaims, pointing at Hel with newfound vigor. "I have no issue with you joining us. In fact, I wish to gently grab hold of you and--"

BOOM

"--explode!?"

The commotion going on beside the building had been relatively negligible for a while. When a searing mass of plasma exploded in their direction, however, the busy bodies below suddenly became much harder to ignore. Narrowing his gaze, the dark mage sprints back to the ledge and vaults off. Through some strange magic, he's able to keep pace with the approaching plasma. That was, of course, until it struck the building.

…Or at least it should have.

The plasma, in all of its radiant blue glory, is not met with glass and plaster for it to easily melt through. In fact, it's faced with the opposite -- the translucent blade of the Dark Sword. With no floor to gain footing on, Schezo is instead pressed against the wall, hitting it with a thud. Both feet and one hand splay out to disperse the impact, preventing him from going through it.

"Is that it?"

The moment he's finished fighting against the physics itself, he can focus on the attack at hand. With nothing more than that one hand, he drives the blade further outward, somehow bending the brilliant blue mass with it until its trajectory completely reverses. Instead of leaving it at that, he pushes himself off the building, corkscrewing alongside the plasma and swatting it down with a mighty slash, sending it right for Firefly.

"If you-"

He was entirely unaware of the string of small explosives that were sent to the building. Their immediate explosion was a bit surprising, and it would have been the perfect way to respond to his remark if he'd been able to finish it.

"Bah, nevermind! You won't have the chance to interrupt me again."

It almost seemed as if Schezo didn't have enough time to act. He'd been falling so fast by the time he reached Firefly's elevation -- wherever that may be following his reaction to the plasma -- it seemed as though he'd just sort of passed him up on his way to the hard, unforgiving concrete. A sharp magic sense may have noticed something about his descent, however. In truth, he'd been emitting small, nearly transparent spheres of darkness. They spread out from his body, indiscriminately drifting all around Firefly (and inside of him if he's unlucky)

Having landed with very little difficulty, perhaps stumbling forward a bit to find his footing, the dark mage brings his blade up.

"Sting Shade!"




True to the name, the masses of shade soon began to sting as they expanded, adopting a shade similar to most of his spells. The danger didn't come from how quickly they expanded, but rather, how unrestricted their expansion was. Getting caught between any number of the particles would be a lot like being compressed by a variable number of searing, unstoppable forces.

…Firefly isn't exactly small, either.

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


"I could have guessed that much..." Schezo grumbles, cheeks filling with air to match his gradually furrowing eyebrows. He was expecting something more specific as a plan. Nevertheless, he's received an answer — one that gives him plenty of room to utilize his magic. That in and of itself is enough to make the activity somewhat interesting.

On the note of using his magic, Schezo mulls over the thought of trying to feel for Superman. Everyone has at least something he can sense. Everyone has dreams, and everyone carries some intention or another. Even if their target doesn't have a shred of magical prowess to their name, they should still emit some sort of ill will, provided they're as horrible as everyone's been led to believe.

Though, when he lowers his head, he's not met with anything decipherable. Instead, with only a vague thing to search for, he'd exposed himself to the raw, unfiltered cesspool of auras brewing in the vicinity.

"Mh!" he grunts, visibly reeling back from his endeavor. "I would easily resolve your concerns if there were less people around," he reveals, planting the Dark Sword in the ground at his side to rest his hand on. The opposite hand naturally finds its way to his hip as his face deflates into a displeased, almost sour one. "Between the dragons," a scoff can be heard, "and flying people, what might be his power is being drowned out. I'm not familiar enough with this -- this Sub-par Man to sense him like this. Your presence hasn't helped relieve me of this either, you know!"

"Anyway, you wanted something eye-catching to get his attention. Unless you have something to add to it, I'd advise stepping back to make room for my...!"

The dark mage then pulls the Dark Sword from the ground. Both of his arms fold over his chest, blade in tow, and his eyes close once more.

"Thunderstorm!"




The instant the spell's name left his mouth, the air around them began to crackle. Bolts of lightning seemingly appeared from out of nowhere, streaming in by the dozen, cascading down like rain, and striking nigh-indiscriminately. From a distance — and even up close — it all seemed like a massive, nearly endless stream of electricity.

Surprisingly, with how much of it there was, and how close all of it seemed, none of the electricity hit either of them. In fact, it seemed to be circling around them, albeit very loosely. This was clearly meant to draw as much attention as possible. Frying any violent observers with red capes would have been a nice little bonus.

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


While Schezo did catch Cole's glance, he didn't have much of a reaction to it. That particular look was unfamiliar to him. He's received it before, and it hasn't become any more understandable since then. For now, he only blinks in response, under the impression that they're just looking at him for some strange reason.

"...That's it?"

Admittedly, he was expecting a more challenging task. A trip to the building in question could hardly be considered harder than breathing at this point. Cloud's intentions were interesting, at the very least. Drawing him out seemed like a great idea. There doesn't seem to be much fighting going on at the moment, so their allegedly super male figure must not be occupied.

Without as much of a warning, Schezo sprints forward, practically dragging Cloud along. He leaps almost immediately after the sprint began, soaring through the sky in what would have almost been considered flight.

After a moment or two of air time, the two descend a bit slower than they'd risen, landing exactly where they were supposed to. Schezo immediately releases his grasp on Cloud and raises that same hand into the air, calling the Sword of Darkness into the palm of his hand. This is supposedly where the fun begins.

"How do you plan on getting his attention?" he inquires, now turning to face the mercenary.

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Lex Luthor's gaze of displeasure was far less than subtle, for no reason other than the fact that Schezo has become an expert at detecting those. The only major difference between this and the many he's received in his lifetime is that the one delivering it is bald. Nevertheless, it didn't sit well. What could he possibly be upset over this time? It's a simple question!

"If you're incapable of finding him, say that! I couldn't care less about why your technology has proven inadequate."

Whirling around and marching toward the window, the dark mage grunts something under his breath. Whatever it was, it likely wasn't the most flattering thing to say about the one that's gathered them all here.

"He'll find me... Hmph! I welcome the opportunity for a strong man to catch me off guard!"

The moment that left his mouth, he gasped. He didn't mean for it to sound like--

BOOM

Another gasp. That explosion! It was so... spontaneous and unexpected! In his brief period of surprise, he catches a glimpse of someone flying, and with a red cape as well. That can only be their target. Attire that tacky has to match an equally tacky name, after all.

Not wasting a moment more, he promptly elbows the window before him, stepping back and preparing to leap out. It was then that he saw something else: Cloud. He seemed somewhat hesitant. Was he looking for something? A way to get there, perhaps? There's only one practical way to find out.

"You there, with the strange sword!" Schezo calls out, offering an open hand to Cloud. "If you're looking for a swift way to that building, or any building at this point, take my hand! Either way, you can't just stand there."

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Schezo can't imagine why his carefully crafted sentence would receive an unimpressed, intimidating-to-the-lesser-man glare like that. Eyes wide and mouth much the same, he freezes in place, perplexed beyond function. Had he not also been greeted by the outburst from a seething Cole, he would have remained like this.

"...Tch."

That crackle was familiar — too familiar. Even without turning to see what it was, he knew he'd been attacked with electricity. He could feel the energy radiating out into the air and toward him, coming from someone nearby. No, it did not feel particularly powerful, but it did awaken a new desire: the desire to not be electrocuted. In the spirit of this newfound motivation, he braces himself, knees bending ever so slightly in preparation to move…

And the world stood still.

His likeness resembles a wave of darkness more than it does a person as he leaps off the side of the desk, landing upright a few feet to the side. Not skipping a beat, he moves again, this time darting between the desk and everyone else. A single fist is raised as he slides to a stop, glaring at his attacker over a shoulder.

"Dunamis."




A peculiar power pulses from the inside of Schezo's hand, overwhelming the so-called Shockwave that had been released barely a moment ago and dispersing it. What was once a stream of electricity is now no greater than sparkles in the atmosphere. Air rushes away from his immediate vicinity, having been forced away by the sliver of magical ability he'd displayed. Almost immediately afterward, everything calms down, giving him the chance to turn back around and slam his hands on the desk.

"I've misspoken! What I meant to say was—"

Hm.

It doesn't seem like he has to say it anymore. Surprisingly, Luthor has provided exactly what he was looking for! To return home, he must defeat someone, and a seemingly powerful person at that! That covers his demand for a guaranteed way home and then some.

"...Gah, nevermind! You've fulfilled my request already. Where is this 'Superman' you speak of? The sooner you tell me, the sooner I can rid this world of him and his painfully tacky name. If you know of his whereabouts, speak quickly! I don't have all day to wait. If he's here to attack billions as you say, you don't have time to waste either."

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Lex Luthor... The name has been stuck in his head since its first mention. It's not the most interesting, but the simple fact that it belongs to the supposed one in charge was enough for it to occupy his headspace for so long. With someone of so much authority, they must have a tremendous amount of power!

...He can't afford to fumble his words, then.

He declined the initial call for them to go meet Luthor, instead opting to stay behind and craft his next sentence. He must word this with care -- almost as much as he put into the chain he's yet to set off.

"'Lex Luthor, give me the way out,'" he mutters, a hand on his chin. "No... that doesn't sound quite right. Perhaps... 'Lex Luthor, give me the way out or I will have your head!' Yes, that's it! He'll have no choice but to comply once I say that!"

With his expertly crafted sentence engraved in his headspace, there is but one thing to do: find where everyone went. It shouldn't be hard. With everyone that went, their collective aura of power should be at least detectable! On that note, Schezo closes his eyes and allows his senses to descend to virtually nothing. He breathes slowly, eventually placing a hand on his hip.

"There they are!"

Quick as a whip, his eyes shoot open, landing on the rough location of everyone else. He is subsequently shrouded in a shadow, which spirals in on itself and vanishes, reappearing...

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...right above Luthor's desk!

The dark mage lands with a clank, courtesy of his armored footwear. Now towering over his supposed superior, he points down at him, face awash with an intense frustration.

"LEX LUTHOR! GIVE ME... HEAD!"

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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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This is it...! His biggest chain yet! Dozens upon dozens of Puyos, stacked on top of each other in a way that would easily befuddle any inexperienced spectators. Thanks to the solitude of his cave and extra layer of protection provided by the "KEEP AWAY" sign staked by the entrance, he won't have to worry about any intruders. He won't have to worry about a surprise visit from friends either... for an entirely separate reason.

It's effectively impossible for him to have this amount of luck again. Finally, a perfectly good day! There was no nightmare to awaken him in the middle of the night, nor conflict to disturb his ideal morning routine. Now, he's mere moments away from greatness! All he has to do is place a purple Puyo to set it off.

"To think it's taken the long to get this far... Hah! That only proves how bothersome the rest of them are! I should have reached this a long time ago."

Hmm. For some reason, his neck felt strange. Pausing, he glances around, relieved by the total absence of anyone else. Perhaps his body was trying to tell him something? Bah, nevermind!

"I will sssssaaaavvvvooorfsmgh... Savnnnnh...! S-SAVOR THIS MOMEMMmmgh--"

Before he knew it, everything went black.

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"Coffee... Coffee? No, café au lait!"

Jolting awake, the dark mage has to peel himself from the floor of the holding chamber. Between the slobber from his slumber and the smooth, glass surface, his face had effectively been glued down. For roughly a minute, he sits, far too disoriented to move. He had to be hallucinating, right? His cave was nowhere near this see-through. Or loud.

"Tch... Why in the world is it so loud!? I thought I made it clear: absolutely no one is allowed in my--!"

So he isn't hallucinating. His senses have fully awakened. The wall is, in fact, real. The people are real. The air -- everything is real, and his grand chain is nowhere to be found! That means...

*the scream of life goals, defiled*

"MY CHAIN!"

Now standing, Schezo extends an arm outward, opening the palm and watching as a shadow forms in it. Almost instantly, it extends, taking the shape of a blade -- his Sword of Darkness. He's going to get some answers with it.

"SOMEONE is going to tell me where I am and how to leave!" he demands to nobody in particular, now gripping the Dark Sword with both hands.
In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Name: Schezo Wegey

Age: Largely left up to interpretation, though a singular source puts him at 180.

Gender: Male

Canon: Madou Monogatari → Puyo Puyo

Main Thread or Sandbox: Main Thread

Personality: Schezo is fond of solitude and darkness. He finds settings like this relaxing, and if given the choice, would rather hide away in a cave before being around other people. This practice has given him plenty of time to explore magic, developing a vast knowledge of the topic, though his lack of being around people translates to poor social skills. They're so bad that he tends to mix up words, especially when really focused on something.

Initially, he'd get mad when someone pointed out his messed-up words. He still does, though he's started correcting himself. If they continue to make fun of him, then he resorts to violence, unless they manage to anger him to the point where he gives up. Darkness forbid they bring him beyond that.

While he doesn't necessarily lord himself over others, he does think very highly of himself and his ability, and will gladly take an opportunity to point out someone else's shortcomings. He will just as eagerly interject his opinion where it's not welcome and think nothing of it.

Schezo's short temper can get the best of him fairly often, leading him to take irrational actions that could end very, very poorly.

He is, for all intents and purposes, a selfish person. Most of his motivation stems from the guarantee of some sort of personal game. Now, that’s not to say he's above helping someone if they really and truly need it. If, by chance, there's something he can gain from helping them, he will insist that they let him help. He will yell until they allow him to tag along or run away. If they run, they have to run fast. Once he sets his mind to do something he is going to do it. If there's something he wants, he will get it, and no number of obstacles will separate him from his target. If he wants to fist fight the creator of the underworld, he's going to, and he will win. In fact, Schezo's determination is so incredibly overblown that he's able to resist unnatural forms of manipulation through sheer willpower alone. It's to the point where his encounter with a succubus, who had no shortage of seductive magic, resulted in a battle instead of you know what. Not even death itself can force its will upon him -- at least not for long. There exists a game where he is messily beheaded, following which his floating head continues to fight and must be done away with. That was his debut. He's a recurring character!

Despite all of this, he does have a soft spot for things on the cuter side, and has no issue with displaying his affection publicly. Said display ranges anywhere from relatively subtle, blush-ridden admiration, to openly gushing over whatever it is.

Equipment: Here's a link to some information I've compiled (🥁) on Puyos, which this character uses:
docs.google.com/document/d/12Xb91dcn1…



Schezo is almost always found with the Dark Sword, an ancient, translucent blade with many different forms. The Dark Sword is, for all intents and purposes, sentient. Rarely does it operate on its own without being called upon by Schezo. When active, it's a force to be reckoned with, ignoring the fact that it's a sentient, floating sword. It's occasionally associated with instant-kill attacks. That's not to say it will go around killing people instantly -- that's just a testament to its power, much like it's ability to taint light with so much evil, the target in question turns into stone.



Should he somehow be separated from the harmful to touch, sentient, summonable Sword of Darkness, Schezo can call upon the weapon pictured above: a scythe (?) with none of the attributes that make the Dark Sword special.

Attributes: Schezo is a dark mage. As such, he can harness the power of darkness to perform a wide variety of spells. More often than not, he'll use the energy produced by Puyos popping as a means of performing these at home. It's more enjoyable and takes much less effort, but by no means required. He claimed his victory over the star-summoning dark mage and the celestial-body-moving witch required to defeat him long before he adopted the concept of Puyo battles.

== Basic Spells ==

Thunderstorm: Discharges a bolt of lightning at the opponent. It either comes from the sky like a traditional lightning bolt, holding frightening accuracy and low power, or is channeled through the Dark Sword, sporting less accuracy, more power, and the ability to be used as a physical attack rather than a projectile. As Schezo's favorite of the basic spells, he has perfected it so to speak. When cast upward through the blade, it disperses the spell around him, costing more magic and unevenly filling the area with electricity.

Ice Storm: Projects ice magic at the opponent in the shape of comically large snowflakes. Schezo projects the spell faster by swinging his blade at the ill-formed mass of ice magic, shattering the soon-to-be snowflakes into jagged shards of ice that fall from above. Alternatively, he can cast the spell upward, causing shards of ice the size of his body to rise from the ground.

Blizzard: Unleashes a concentrated ray of ice magic, taking the form of a stream of normal-sized snowflakes.

Flame Storm: Sends a string of fireballs at the opponent. Much like with Ice Storm, Schezo projects it faster by swinging his blade at the fire magic before it takes proper form, turning it into a wave of flame that follows the path of the blade. Alternatively, he can cast it upwards, causing pillars of flame the size of his body to briefly appear.

Fire: Casts a ball of flame. The basic spells barely drain his magic, and with Fire being the weakest, it's virtually inexpensive to cast. That's not to say the spell is pitiful -- casting it once is enough to heat up an entire tower floor.

Crash/Clash: Casts a burst of nondescript magic. The spell itself is typically on the same level as Fire in terms of power, launching foes instead of scorching them.

== Passive Spells ==

Diacute: It enhances one of the spells cast after it, typically by increasing the size and power. Depending on the degree the spell has been enhanced to, the shape of the spell can change drastically.

Brain Dumbed/Mind Beam: Subjects the target to an overwhelming wave of complete and utter stupidity. This typically results in the opponent doing nothing and/or their attack power lowering momentarily.

Sleep: Very briefly sends the opponent into a deep sleep. The strongest of wills can break the spell just short of the time it takes to cast another.

Light: Summons a ball of light that illuminates the room. With enough magic, it can also be used as the equivalent of a flashbang.

Purifa: A simple spell that removes poisonous effects from the targeted individual.

Revia: Forms a completely transparent barrier of magic that, once attacked, reflects the damage dealt. It can only withstand a single blow unless enhanced.

Healing: An effective spell that heals the user or their targeted individual. A handful of uses should put them at roughly their peak fighting condition.

Condeia: A simple spell that removes abnormalities other than poison (i.e. lowered strength, paralysis, etc.)

== Dark Magic ==



Lwark Void: It lowers the target's defense, so to speak. As a result of Schezo's expertise in the field of dark magic, he can do so in a way that deals damage as well.

Eclipse: Also technically passive. It shrouds the target in darkness, increasing their defense.

Night Blade/Sting Shade: Calls upon the darkness, pulling it around the user's general area. With a second motion — usually the tilt of the Dark Sword — all of it pulses with dark magic at once, inflicting damage.

Areiado: Upon casting the spell, a spell circle materializes around the target, sending relatively minor jolts of electricity around the edge to deter them from leaving as Schezo gathers power. Once enough has been gathered, the space is engulfed in darkness, rapidly harming the victim within for a second or two before dissipating. Alternatively, the entirety of the spell can be concentrated into a finger and projected as a somewhat small, cyan projectile that deals the above damage on contact, concentrated in a small burst.

Star Strike: Refers specifically to the first method of casting Areiado.

Shadow Edge: Pulls energy into the sword of darkness and rebounds it from the blade. This tends to take the shape of anywhere from three to nine blue, magically sharpened projectiles. They can, alternatively, all be fired all at once from his hand as a mass of tangible dark magic, taking the form of a mess of blades.

Sagitta Adamas/Diamond Arrow: Fundamentally similar to the first method of casting Shadow Edge. As opposed to throwing larger projectiles, it spews hundreds of smaller ones. That said, it doesn't detract from the overall power of the spell, it simply expands the reach.

Kirisake: The Dark Sword is enveloped in either a dark aura or white-hot energy, allowing for an incredibly powerful and magic-imbued blow -- one that has canonically torn through the fabric of space and time out of desperation, or in other words, at less than peak condition. The spell can also summon a massive blade out of thin air, allowing it to linger long enough to perform a broad slash before disappearing.

Areiado Special: Part of what makes the Areiado Special a special Areiado is not just the amount of magic put into it, but how it's used. He will almost always channel it through himself, as opposed to projecting it onto his target. Through this, he has developed several different ways of using the magic. One of them includes granting him the power to move so quickly, he appears to be teleporting about, dealing swift and powerful slashes that would make his Kirisake blush. Another includes releasing all of it in a single, blinding white explosion, the likes of which atomizes anything in sight.

Shockwave: Refers specifically to the explosive variation of the Areiado Special.

Dunamis/Parry: A rudimentary and incredibly effective method of repelling attacks. Schezo momentarily halts the approach of an attack with his dark magic, rapidly expelling more until the attack has either been neutralized or completely reflected.

== Misc. ==

Schezo's tendency to chase opponents for power, compounded with his magical experience, has given him the ability to remotely gauge how powerful an opponent is, as well as the intent behind said power. This has proven to be useful in other ways, such as detecting unfamiliar presences and differentiating an irregular aura from one's natural aura.

Detecting magic that's prime for stealing would be of no use without a way to steal it. Through physical contact, Schezo can pilfer a variable amount of power from another person. Whether or not it's added to his reserves (allowing for more powerful spells and/or more magic to cast them with) or something more specific (like another's light magic) is determined on a case-by-case basis.

Dark Magic is not without its conveniences. One of said conveniences is the ability to become one with their shadow, granting them to appear out of thin air at their leisure.



Biography:

Hrm…

Ever since he'd earned the title of dark mage, Schezo's life has been a bit of a hectic one. Not a month has gone by without something happening, regardless of his involvement. He can hardly take a nap outside, under the sun, without something happening as bizarre as someone pouring tea on him. To think the source of his troubles is a little detour he took those few years ago. He’d known his life would never go back to normal, but he didn’t think it would spiral out of control this much.

Draco Centauros… Witch… Rulue… that old man, Satan… Carbuncle… Arle… They've been in his life for so long. It's a miracle he can put up with them considering how much they bother him, though one of them does have some merit. That Arle character. Even if he believes himself to be the stronger one, there's something about her magic that never ceases to surprise him. He wants that power, and he's been pursuing it as long as the two have known each other.

There are other people, like Lemres, the Comet Warlock, that Sig kid with a strangely powerful aura about him, and that shadowy figure that drools a lot. They're all interesting, and he's had his fair share of misadventures with them as well. Them and many others, with many more adventures to come.

No matter how much he'd rather be alone, or what world it takes place in, he'll always be ready for the next course.



Other: The same source that cites his age as 180 also says that he must conserve his magic to maintain his youth. Given the fact that, no matter what, he always seems young (and if anything, is starting to look younger), this effectively means that he's always holding back, even during his grand displays of power.

His eyes change color! There's really no rhyme or reason for why, it sort of just happens. They'll land anywhere from an icy blue to pitch black, with few exceptions.

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