Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
Nickname:The Lord of Demons, King of Shadow, The Demon-mage of Slaughter, Rev
Age:Doesn't remember, but somewhere between 100-250 years old, looks to be around his late twenties to early thirties.
Gender: Male
Rank: Paragon
Guild:Wizards of Fiore, formerly the guild Master of Demon's Maw
Personality: In his past he was very violent cruel, and sadistic, but know he is rather laid-back, not easily angered to any degree greater than minor annoyance. That's not to say that he is completely without his former cruelty, it just takes a lot more to bring it out in any kind of way. He is also very protective of those he considers friends, as he has found the value in having them to be much greater than the hundreds of pawns he used to have. He bears the Demon's Maw Guild seal on his chest, though he keeps it well hidden, and never takes his shirt off until he's sure he's alone. His New Harpy's Wing seal is located on over his left eye. The reason, so he only has to blink for people to know what guild he's apart of, and even that is too much work at times.
Bio: Revan was not born, but created by a cult of Demon worshippers, hoping to create a demon of their own by sacrificing a human infant to foul demonic energy, but instead the Demonic was absorbed by the child, changing him and turning him into something more than a more than a regular man, but less than a demon. A hybrid creature whose humanity was consumed by his demonic soul. As the child grew so did his lust for power, he killed those that stood in his way, ravaged country sides, and was unstoppable by all who sought to oppose him. He gather followers and soon coined a name for themselves, Demon's Maw, for they shall swallow the World whole and send it plunging in to Chaos and Destruction.
One day, however, the Dark Lord of Demon's Maw was struck down in battle with the Ten Wizard Saints and as his body fell, he was immediately removed of his demon heart and soul, leaving behind only an empty corpse. Or so they thought. As he was soon revived, and was able to escape from the Wizard saints, though he was left thoroughly weakened by the ordeal, as was his Guild, as they had no master to lead them and had degraded into infighting. Whether they survived or not, the lord didn't know and didn't care. As he stet out to regain his former glory by getting back his demon heart and soul. That was around thirty to fifty years ago, and in this period of time, the dark lord found that he couldn't draw up the same amount of bloodlust and rage that he used to, heck even a human could feel more than he could. He began to stop actively searching for his missing power, questioning why he even wanted it. While it had been great and euphoric, all he had ever been able to think about was death and slaughter.
Without it he felt so much more free, like he finally had a choice in what he wanted to do. He gave himself the name Revan, and abandoned that part of his life forever more. He still searches for his other parts, but more out of trying to put a purpose to his wandering than actually trying to find them again.
Magic:
Infernal Arms Magic, a magic that summons Demonic weapons and armor, each one holding the spirit of an Infernal Spirit. Power of the arm depends on the amount of demonic magic the user possesses, thus only Revan can use it effectively due to him being a half-demon. However, due to having his demonic heart and soul stolen from him, he has less than a quarter of his original amount, making it so he can only summon the first two arms. This is because the other arms, or to be more specific the Infernal spirits inside of them don't see him as a worthy user anymore.
The Infernal Spirits are fallen Celestial Spirits, cast out from the Celestial realm for committing great crimes against it. The strongest among them are the 7 Deadly Sins, which are their equivalent to the 12 Celestial Zodiac Spirits. Instead of keys, Infernal Spirits are brought to this plane by Infernal Rings. Revan holds all of the Deadly sins, but can only use two, Sloth and Envy. He also bears another two spirits, Fear and Despair.
Ring of Sloth: This Greater Infernal Arm creates the Ultimate neutral zone, by taking away the will to fight, kill, or do anything other than lay around and chit-chat from any =one with in it's range of activation. Revan is not immune to these effects, but since he is already like that pretty much all the time, it doesn't affect him much. Also, an attack performed outside the radius towards him will fizzle out once it enters it, He can hold the zone for about 30 minutes to an hour, depending on how much energy he wants to expend into it, and is best used to talk down enraged opponents, or provide an easy escape from a trouble situation, as the area this effects is stationary, and only the one holding the ring and those in contact with him will be able to muster up the will to leave it's boundaries. Can only be used three times a day.
Spirit of Envy: This Greater Infernal Arms covers Revan's hands in a sickly green energy, which he can launch at foes and control at will. The energy isn't dangerous in and of itself, but what it does is especially frightening. It is an Ultimate equalizer, as when the energy comes in contact with a rival mage, the spirt of Envy puts them on an equal playing ground by locking them into the same magic type, which is of Revan's choosing but cannot be one of Revan's, and the same level of power with said magic. This leaves it so that a fight that had no chance of being one, can become a tough fight with each participant locked into a ferocious battle where the only deciding factor is skill. This magic is deactivated once either someone is defeated, or Revan pays a blood sacrifice to end the battle prematurely. This arm can only be used once a day, and after it is used, Revan is severely weakened in his ability to use magic.
Blade of Vengeance: A lesser Infernal Arm, this one allows the user to absorb a magical attack with the blade, and either send it back at the opponent, or infuse it into the weapon. When used against slayers, the element absorbed still counts as their magic and thus is inedible to them
The Susanou one in the middle Gauntlets of Savagery: Since it is a Lesser Infernal Arm, in can be used with other Infernal Arms, if they are of a Lesser Quality. These gauntlets allows one to reflect
Shadow Hydra Magic: This is a type of Magic that requires not any chants or sigils, but the tunes of a flute or a whistle. Being Revan's main offensive Magic, as his Arms are rather costly, they work similarly to maker magic, except the shadows are actually living creatures known as Shadow Hydra, which are Serpentine in appearance and bear no true physical form unless they are given a source and structure by magic. Their are Ranks to these Creatures, with the lowest and weakest being of Rank E and the highest being the King at Rank S. The Shadow hydras can form any shape their summoner wishes them to be, be it weapons, armor, even creatures to fight by his side. A special attribute of B-rank and above hydras is that they can replicate a certain number of times when they are split apart by an attack before they vanish back into shadows. B Ranks can do this 3 times, and A- ranks five, the king can do this infinitely, but due to the amount of magic it takes to sustain the replication, he caps at 20. S-rank can only be summoned for a few minutes, so he is only used for big attacks with a large charge up, and fast activation.
S-rank King Hydra:
Spells: Song of the Bulwark: Casts him in a suit of armor Song of Armaments Song of Gommorah Song of Beasts Song of Doom Song of Desolation
Satan Soul: This particular form of Magic allows the user to Take Over the powers and forms of different Demons. These forms give the user a variety of different abilities such as flight, enhanced speed, strength, reflexes etc. This magic effects Revan differently than other due to his demon blood. making the respective magic stronger, but also increasing the risk of Revan losing control of his demon side. The forms he has in addition to the basic form are his Asomodeus and Lucifer forms.
Asomodeus form is all about over powering offense from any distance, dramatically increasing Revan's attack power by a great amount, as well as his speed and reflexes, to better avoid attacks, as his defenses in this form aren't that great. This form also enables the user to gain control of darkness, which is a very offensive element, able to inflict both physical and mental damage.
Moaning Lamentation:A chargeable magic that gains more shots as it charges,it fires of these beams of darkness at the enemy, each one followed by a mournful keening. These rise in volume to ear bursting shrieks that pierce the soul, disorienting the target and allowing for an easier target.
Dark Awakening: A Hydra magic only available in this form, he summons the King Hydra from a single point, causing an explosion of energy to rip through the ground before it turns around and begins to devour whoever is unlucky enough to cross it's path
Rising Sodom: A high-level technique that is his second strongest attack, he calls up all of the Darkness of the earth to rises up and break through. Basically, a blasts of darkness rising from the ground, except it's fucking huge, swallowing cities the size of Crocus at it's widest, and even when condensed to increase the damage output, it's still massive enough that it destroys entire blocks at it's smallest.
Lucifer is also very offensive, but more well rounded, boosting his Attack power, Defenses, and Speed by an impressive amount. This form also gives Revan control over the very Earth itself, allowing them to act defensively or offensively with maximum effectiveness. Also, he is a master of dominating demons to his will, opting to either crush their minds and souls or making them his slaves and puppets.
Break The Heavens:
Hell Unleashed: A move that causes a Mega-quake, rising up giant earthen spires agaisnt the target, completely decimating the area around him.
Bestial Reckoning: Same thing as Dark Awakening, but it covers the King in a layer of earthen armor, protecting it from attacks.
When Revan uses Satan Soul magic, you know he's gotten serious and that you are either screwed or in for one hell of a fight. An unavoidable side effect of this magic is that for a short time after using it, Revan will under go radical mood changes. Using Asomodeus will make him a womanizing playboy, while using Lucifer will turn him into an arrogant snob, and just using the basic form will make him more aggresive in what ever he does.
Extra: Due to being half demon, He is noticeably faster,stronger, and more durable than most people, and can even grow wings, though it is an incredibly painful, if quick, process. His senses are also much more acute, can see in the dark, and restores his magic faster when he is in darkness and shadow.
OC Dark Guild Demon's Maw, whether or not it is currently active is up to the GM's discretion.
This Dark guild only had one goal, to cause Chaos and Death everywhere they went and leave behind those that weren't worth killing. Their Guild Master is shrouded in mystery, only known by his monkier as the Infernal Lord of Demons, always seen wearing a trademark armor, styled to make his already menacing presence even more so.
Nickname:Cross, The Prince of Frost, The True Dragon Slayer
Age:19
Gender:Male
Guild: Viper Bolt
Rank:Mage
Personality:He is what one might call an recluse, preferring his own company to that of other, with the exception of Chrome, but that is because she can feed him lots of ice. He is can be a bit rough around the edges, and doesn't really get things like lying, tact, and keeping your opinion to himself. As such, he is not someone who you should befriend if you get easily offended. He does, however, know when he goes to far with his honesty and will do his utmost to apologize for it when he does. His guild mark is on his left shoulder.
*update* Aiden has become a bit more serious ever since the events of greed island, the knowledge and memories he received from Hydrologia as well as the events themselves making him a lot more mature than before, though he is still prone to pick at people with a teasing grin. He has also began to show a bit more of his inferiority complex, an effect of his dragon side beginning to take him over, as well as his icy temper, which can be set off quite quickly if someone knows where to push.
History:Aiden was always different from other children, his eyes and hair were colorless, he is pupils piercing the souls of all who stared into their strange depths, and his anger something that even the toughest of men felt unease around. The reason for this is because dragon's blood ran through his veins. Why? Because his mother, part of a once powerful mage family that has since fallen from grace, had tried to turn her child into a dragon when he was a babe, so as to revitalize the family's former glory by having a dragon in their control. It only half worked, making him half dragon, with no element and no dramatic increase in power. Only a slightly stronger body, and scale like makings ringing his face and covering his fore arms.
Aiden's family saw him as a failure, casting him out of the family home in the cold, unforgiving mountains that surrounded the estate. Aiden, a child of only 5 years, druddged through the cold, trying his best to find some form of sanctuary. He would have died if he hadn't fallen down a hidden crevice in the mountain. It was a long fall, but he had a lot of nice soft rocks to slow his descent, his durable body allowing him to survive the numerous impacts. Barely conscious, the last thing that Aiden saw before he fainted was a giant Ice blue eye, one that reflect his own and in more ways in one. 'So lonely' he whispered on his last conscious breathed, 'why must we always be so lonely'.
When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of a shallow pool of freezing cold water, feeling better than he had ever been before. Getting up, he turned to see a large dragon, with horns and scales the that seemed to be made of solid ice. It was huge, filling up the enormous cavern with ease. The dragon, known as Chronos, told Aiden that he had saved the boy's life, and he expected the boy to repay the favor by seeing to it that the dragon died a noble death in battle, for he was old and fading quickly, not long for this world, at least as far as a dragon is concerned, and he wanted to go about in a blaze of glory and combat. And Aiden, happy to be of use to anybody, heartily agreed. And so it was that for thirteen years he trained with Chronos, learning the Rare Ice dragon slayer magic from the ancient beast. When he turned 19, it was decided that the dragon had nothing else to teach him, and that it was time. The battle that raged as a fierce pine, but in the end, Aiden one that hollow victory and laid his Master, and father, to rest. After that he wandered the land, taking down rogue mages that got in his way and learning, or at least tried, to live in the world of humans. He joined Viper Bolt when he found Chrome on a mission and had proceeded to follow her to the guild hall once he saw she could summon ice, an Element that was rather hard to find in the majority of Fiore.
Magic:Weiss(Water+Ice) Dragon Slayer Magic and Maker magic infused with Dragon slayer magic.
Ice Make: Fallen Grace: A spell that fuses both Dragon slayer and Make magic together, it grants all of the user's Ice make constructs with an aura of intense cold, which helps it resist heat and can cause numbing and freezing of the target's body on impact, depending on the amount of magic put in to it.
Fluid Ice make: Adding an element of water to dynamic contracts, giving them a greater range of motion and flexibility.
Guardians: Comes in variants of Assault, Trap, and Protector as well as normal. Assault have a good balance of armor and offensive capabilities, usually bearing weapons of some kind. Trap is the fastest variant, as it's job is to get in close to the enemy, before unleashing it's payload in the form of either explosions or restraints. Protectors is the slowest, but most durable, bearing many layers of ice, they are employed when something needs guarding, like a fallen team mate or a VIP.
True Dragonslayer Mode: Aiden can call upon his dragon blood to give himself a buff to his abilities, making him a good deal stronger than before and allowing him to fly.
Other:He bears an increased affinity with Dragonic magics, so he is able to more efficiently use and manipulate dragon-slayer magic than any other dragon slayer, due to his dragonic blood. Also bears an extreme resistance to ice and cold based magics.Has no real Martial Arts style yet, just a novice in that regard as he only started when he joined Vyper Bolt. Gets Easily attached to any somewhat friendly female due to his lack of any type of caring motherly figure in his life.
Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be.
RC Type: Rinkaku
Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well.
While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque.
The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain.
Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him.
Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul.
This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving with a large hole in his life, but he didn't let that phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as human's, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up his studies, burying himself in his work, secretly trying to drown out his sorrow with work. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that moment, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades got better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,,as he knew discoverynwas just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance meeting with a fellow meeting at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat.
She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was extremely ironic and terrifying was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together.
This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become dwelt in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed to care or acknowledge it. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died.
And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't going to do nothing about it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghoul's were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that he'll, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular want for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the strong.
A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance. . . but at what cost. He has no clue of what to so next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he soon returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with it's charred remains.
Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls.
As the ghoul fled, Nidhogg considered giving chase but decided against. He was pushing his luck by being in this territory in the first place. Chasing his prey into the Lion's den would be beyond foolish. With that in mind, he jump back into the alleyway to see the woman had remained there, frozen in fear and gripping her bleeding shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding. When he approached, the woman tried to back away, but her back was already to the wall. Before she could make a noise, Nidhogg struck with a sharp blow to the gut. She was out in seconds, draped across his fist as he stared down at her body. The smell of blood was entucung as always, butthe temptation had long since lost it's purchase on him after years of feasting purely on the flesh of ghouls, je'd forgotten what humans had tasted like and had little desire to find out again. Picking the woman up, he quickly left the alleyway, hopping from rooftop to rooftop away from the 22nd ward and making his way to the 7th, where there was a hospital that he could leave her at to be treated.
After he took care of that, his appearance with the woman causing quite the stir and probably resulting in a call to the CCG if nothing else, he quickly left the area stopping once he reached an alleyway a respectable distance from the hospital. Taking off his mask, he let out a sigh of annoyance as he felt his stomach twist ever so slightly.
If I don't find another meal within the week, life is really going to suck.
Itsuki thought as his Kakugan faded away, and his Nidhogg persona with it. After he'd taken a second to recuperate himself, he got up and turned around, removing a few loose bricks to reveal that this alley was on of the places he stored away his hunting outfits, spread throughout the neutral areas of Tokyo. He placed his mask down amongst the folds of his extra cloaks, before covering it back up again. Once that had been taken care of, he looked just like your average homeless man, a down on his luck young man that pity look down on or pitied.
Exiting the alley, he began to make his way xlowly to his special hideout, located in the 16th ward. It was a small hole in the wall underneath a meat warehouse, and after a few renovations from the outside, he'd been able go make a storage place for extra food in case he runs into trouble. He had to go slowly, hiwever, as the fringes of morning poked out across the horizonnand humans began to walk the streets again.
Hey, do you guys think I should wait a bit longer to post for Itsuki, or wait for Ornatu for just one more day. He said he was going to edit it, but I'm getting tired if waiting and he hasn't been on lately soooooo, yeah. What do you guys think?
Aquamarine's intervention, while well intentioned, only made things worse. As Mars lookedup at her, a new wave of emotions, images, and pain rolled through his body. An immense feeling of guilt, anguish, and shame weigh down on his shoulders as he instinctivly flinched away from the blue gem. As Candice tried to calm him down, focus him in the present, he could barely understand her through the roaring tumult of memories he was facing right now. However, when Bloodstone spoke, the rage came back even stromger than before, a white hot fire that pulsed through Mars' core.
As he rose his head, glaring at the Homeworld gem with glowing eyes, his teeth set in a ferocious growl, his right hand curled into a fist. Suddenly, the stripes that criss crossed his frame began to glow intensely as the fist was wrapped in a large sphere of energy. He raised it up, seeming to be about to charge Bloodstone with it, but launched it into the ground. The sphere disappeared into the earth, as Mars' hand had fully pierced the temple floor, before releasing all the energy gathered in one concussive blast. This wpuld send cracks ripping through the floor, as well as causing it to bulge quite suddenly, unbalancing those around him.
The glowing, the pain, and the lingering fragments of the gem once known as Tiger, they all faded into the background as Mars took control again, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath before standing. A fierce gaze settled on his features as he turned his eyes first towards Bloodstone, then Aquamarine, never dropping the glare as he did so. There was no anger in his gaze, however, only cautionary hostility as he still didn't know what to make of them.
"Explain."
He spoke with a harsh coldness that he hadn't even know himself to be capable of, so detached from emotion, so close to sounding like the voice of that other gem. But one thing set it apart, as while the other side sounded weary, tired, and defeated, he sounded prideful, intimidating, and not even close to giving in to anything.