Raijinslayer

Naruto: True Peace. [ALWAYS ACCEPTING] [Cool guys club inside]

@GrafRoy ZeppeliAre you attacking before or after Akio used the Pulse Blast technique? You didn't mention it in your post, so some clarification on that front would be nice.

We Are the Crystal Gems

What would we be collabing, the fight or something else?

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

No problem, glad to help.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Eh, it's possible that either one of us misread, though I'd be sure to double check before posting.

We Are the Crystal Gems

Gotcha, and I wish you well Kronshi.

Avatar: A New Cycle (Post Korra Avatar RP sign-up/interest check)

*Poke of interest* Will be brining in a dick-ish waterbender witha superiority complex( so basically, the average Northern Water Tribesman) and a spiritualist Earthbender who likes to play with Lava . . . or maybe I should make him a firebender, since I'm sure it can go both ways.

EDit: Nix waterbender, got an idea for my Fire/Lava bender(if that combo is okay to use?)

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

@drummer-danHave I missed something? Why would Ennis fight over a woman when A) He can't fight and B) He's already got a family that he cares very deeply about. Explain this comment, for I am confuzzled by it.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Name:Kavi

Age: 21

Bending ability if any: Firebending

Birthplace: Republic City

Appearance:

Backstory (Optional): Kavi has never known his parents, as he was for some reason abandoned on the outskirts of one of the spirit swamps that loiter the city, and was thankfully taken in by the spirts living there. It was here that he grew up, surrounded by a form of nature and with many odd friends, though he couldn't help but grow curious of the outside world. He eventually began to take on excursions into the city, finding himself fascinated with the technologic wonders it housed, even f he had no idea how they worked half the time. However, for every wonder he discovered, a horror lay just beyond the corner, as he was introduced to the poverty and criminal element very early on in his endeavors.

By the age of 13, he had been impressed into one of the numerous gangs as a pickpocket, as well as one of their benders, as his ability to firebend was immediately made apparent. They trained him on how to use, so as to get more use out of him, but he was always hesitant to do so, as he hated cause others pain and by extension, hated his bending because it seemed to do nothing but that, which caused him to weaken in it's use. However, one day, the gang had him try and pick pocket and elderly air nomad passing down the street, only for him to be quite literally swept off his feet in the attempt. The members who had been standing by were quick to interfere, but they were quickly overwhelmed and scared off as the airbender flowed around their attacks with easy and struck back with powerful, but controlled blast of air.

Kavi, awed by his skill and power, immediately begged him to train him in how to do what he did. The old airbender, after listening to the boy's story, decided to give it a shot. While the boy might not be able to airbend, he felt that Kavi would have much to benefit spiritually from learning the ways of the air nomads. And so he left with the air nomad to one of the air temples, training the boy in their ancient ways. It was difficult at first, for many reasons, but as time went on, he quickly acclimated to the Air Nomad way of life. He even took some airbending training as far as how they move, becoming much more agile and evasive with his ability. But more than that, he found an acceptance of his bending style, as his teacher taught him how everything in the world could be used for evil, and fire was not just destruction. The airbending master had no knowledge on how to firebend, of course, and recomeneded that his young people find himself a teacher, but the boy instead focused on mixing the firebending techniques he learned while apart of the gang with those of the air nomads, forming a more mobile and evasion based form of fire bending form all his own, and though his fighting skills aren't great, it generally surprises people enough to see a firebender move like an airbender that he can get away from most fights easily enough.

Now a days, Kavi is at a bit of a crossroads, unsure of how he wants to live his life. While he finds the Air Nomad life agreeable, he not sure if he wants to devote himself to it entirely yet, as he doesn't like the idea of completely separating himself from the world. He feels too much of a connection with it, in both his friends in the spirit swamps that he still goes to see every so often and in all of the wonder it has to offer. He's very conflicted on this choice, as he knows that whatever he chooses will define his life from then onward. Not to mention that he still has gang troubles, as members of the gang come around and try to force him back in . . . or worse.

Items/weapons on person:
A pair of roller skates that he had made for him by a friend, he can use his fire bending to propel him forward on them, making him very fast and maneuverable both in and out of combat. The rolller wheels can be attached and detached rather quickly, so if he's given sometime to breathe in a fight, he can change up battle styles on the fly.

Carries a modified version of an Airbender's staff, with the flaps that come out the sides being used to make it into more of a hoverboard, expanding the size and helping to channel the flames. It's made of a special metal that isn't very conductive, so as to help control the heat and keep from burning himself. Also makes for decent improvised cover from other bending techniques in mid-battle, though it can only take so much punishment, so it's best used in a fight against other fire-benders.

Physical Attributes and Abilities:
Firebending(III): He's a decently powerful firebender on his own, and that only becomes more apparent as he adds his own unique spin on it. He focuses on low heat, non-lethal uses, having gained enough control to use heat-based shockwaves to knock his opponents around, though he'll go to straight fire if sufficiently cornered.
Air Nomad Fighting style(II): His training at the temple make him very agile and evasive, and while he'll never be as skilled as an actually airbender, he's still very slippery, especially when using his
Spiritual Meditation and Breathing(I): Another thing that has helped his firebending as well as his general temperament is his meditation ability. His control over his breathing helps control the intensity of his flames, and since it takes more to anger him, he can keep that more consistently.

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Posted, Drosil gives an explanation that is reasonable to believe, even if it's complete bullshit that he made up two minutes ago, then gets in a fight with Sir Maul's over magical centipede footwear and being ungrateful, before he address the group with probably the weirdest, yet most important question they'll ever come across: How does one channel a Giant Centipede monster's creativity in a productive manner?

Also, I swear I'm not on drugs of any kind, Drosil is just that eccentric.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Drosil Maeneld

Drosil frowned as the girl yelled at him, held tilted in slight confusion at her comment. As she walked passed, his eyes would follow as she went to strangle her companion, and while most would look at this scene with either shock, confusion, or worry, Drosil just chuckled as he found it most amusing. Turning to Cyril as the man approached, he gave a slight inclination of his head to address the man.

"Seems like you've picked up some interesting new companions since we last met. Are those two lovers, by any chance, as they seem to be rather close. That or they have the most extreme case of a love/hate relationship that I've ever seen. The girl especially seems to be rather spirited, if ignorant in the department of Entomology." He ran a hand through his black and white hair, taking a moment to let his eyes gaze around the village, holding his gaze on each person for a moment before moving onto the next, though his gaze held on Lora noticeably longer than the rest, the curiosity fairly clear in his eyes. It was like the look of a perverse man stripping a woman bear in his mind, except much more penetrating, as if he was mentally dissecting her piece by piece. Once his eye turned away from her, he'd turn his attention back to the Wanderer, giving him a similar look before finally addressing Cyril's question, the smile on his face making it seem like he was purposefully taking his time to answer the Prince. "As for my presence here, it's not really that surprising. Shadar and I have a mental link of sorts, and he let me know that he wanted to return home and relax after the long walk. Also, though this is pure conjecture, but I believed he was annoyed by what he told me to be, and do note that these are his words and not mine, 'Such a sickeningly sweet display of puppy love from the wolf-eared girl that I'd rather dunk my head in a bucket of spiders than have to deal with that nonsense all the way to Gurata.' As for calling off Sir Mauls, that'd be like telling the wolf girl over their to back off if someone were to liken her to the animal whose features she shares, if not more so because the person got them incredibly wrong. You seem to think that I have completely control of Sir Mauls, but he's a very stubborn individual and holds a mean grudge. I'll do my best to keep him in line, and can promise that he won't kill or maim the girl . . . _hopefully."

Of course Drosil was lying through his teeth about the teleport spell(though if he really had one, that'd be amazing beyond words, the only thing topping it would be a spell that enabled sustained flight), having no such link with his brother and making pure conjecture from want he knew of his brother and the memories he could gleam from his time with the group. However, considering Shadar's . . . rough personality and cynical view on life, he didn't think it'd be that much of a stretch to believe he'd rather not be around such a thing. Turning to point towards the woman who he knew to be Joy(as well as sending her a look of 'Can we talk later'), he continued lying to the Prince's face. smiling all the way. He was used to lying to Nobility, and even if he felt bad about doing it this time, it was something that he felt was entirely necessary. The less people knew the secret, the better.

"You can even ask her about it, as she was witness to me casting the spell once I kind of, um, tired myself out at the raided village. It's one of the ancient magics I've uncovered in my studies of the many magical ruins in Jasi, and has proven very useful. Unfortunately, it only works by switching the position of two people, so I can't bring Shadar here without sending myself back to where ever he is at that moment." Drosil gave another small inclination of his head to Cyril, before turning to look at the shorter man who approached. As their eyes met, Drosil instantly knew he had met a kindred spirit, a man who had the burning passion to learn all he could about the world and more. Cade's question to Drosil did little to dissuade this notion from the mage's head, as he snapped his fingers to have Sir Mauls scuttle over, lowering his head to show a large rune on his carapace, the color being similar enough to the material it was placed on that'd it'd be hard to spot without looking. Spreading from this one rune were lines of smaller runes running down the length of the creatures back.

"Normally yes, but since I would never wish to leave my best friend behind, I have place upon him a spell that keeps his body temperature stable so that he can traverse areas of cold with me. Unfortunately, areas of deep snow will forever be a problem for Sir Mauls, so when we actually arrive in Gurata, I'll have to embark on the tedious process of fitting each of his legs with a special magical item I had made for him that will evenly distribute his weight amongst the snow, and thus keep him from sinking into the freezing mire. Unfortunately, somebody doesn't appreciate the large amounts of money, time, and effort that I went through to have these made, including having to stop two assassination attempts on the man's life since he apparently ticked off some noble by sleeping with their daughter and impregnating her, and is constantly trying to take them off and hide them."

The later half of his speech was not so subtly directed at Sir Mauls, who made a quick series of clacks and hisses as he stood up on his hind legs, obviously annoyed and somewhat offended by the accusation.

"Yes, it was two, I remember. The first one tried to poison him, the other tried to stab him!"

More clacks and hisses.

"I don't care how uncomfortable they are, you're need to wear them!"

Dismissive clicking.

"YES YOU DO!!!! You remember the last time we did things your way? You were stuck in the snow for to days before I was able to convince a nearby village to help me get you out, and how did you repay that kindness? Hmmmmm? I'll tell you how, YOU DECIDED TO BITE THEIR CHEIFTAN'S LEG!!!!"

More dismissive clicking, followed by what could only be described as the the Deathcrawler equivalent of a defiant sigh. Drosil threw his hands up with a frustrated yell, before he took his frustrations out on a near by rock, giving it a nice and solid kick. . . only to hiss and curse his foolishness and Sir Mauls' stubborn idiocy as he was reminded that rocks were very hard things, and it was not recommendable to kick them. Sir Mauls' chuckles didn't help Drosil's irritation either.

"Ungrateful little . . . Ugh, why do I put up with you?"

Sir Mauls' gave it's best rendition of a shrug, before it decided to go back to it's previous prerogative, glaring a hole in the back of Chikako's head and cursing out the ignorant shedevil in a language only one other person could understand. And they didn't approve of their . . . colorful word choices.

"Sir Mauls', where did you learn such vocabulary?!?!? Your pincers have no business going anywhere that place! Really, that kind of language is completely uncalled for and it makes you see childish and immature, if not rather . . . creative in how you graphically describe someone's slow, agonizing death. But still, you should channel that creativity into something productive like . . . like . . . uh. . . ." Drosil, now mostly recovered from his bout with the rock, looked to the others for some kind of idea, as he currently couldn't think of many things a giant Centipede could with it's creativity that could be labelled productive. The lack of hands or real vocal cords really limited Sir Mauls' options.