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DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

To be honest, we can probably use this as a chance to have them develop their own ways, and stumble into the stuff from the original series in different ways.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

See, this is the problem with following a pre-established story with different characters. we just end up screwing it up in different spectacular fashions.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@CaptainSully To be honest, Sam is already the strongest character. Having him force a death so he can go train with even stronger folks, because he died in a noble battle against Raditz reeks of protagonist pushing. It was always going to come off that way to be honest. We had some of the other prominent higher level people quit or just vanish.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

I'm sure we'll have time to create some own villains for our heroes, and slowly enter into dynamics that are more evolved than "Punch this guy because he's the designated villain of this arc."

Fate/Crimson Dusk

[The Ottoman Empire Team] - At the Church

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you again, Leon Winchester, Joachim Heikkinen, and Reverend Anderson." Aksha said, bowing to each in turn. He couldn't help but be amused by the presumptions of the saber class servant, not that he hadn't heard such declerations from his own servant during their trip. "There is another, Decival Tetraleonid, Master of the Lancer servant, who arrived earlier than you all. I am not sure where he and his servant are at the moment. But they are probably busy. It seems we summoned several servants who can be best qualified as heroes of industry and design."

"Caster, if you can forgive my inquiry, when you are done setting up the bounded field to your liking, I would like to discuss with you about your magecraft. After all, you have a great deal to teach any mage of this common era." He continued, turning his attention briefly to Caster. After all, he was a curious man, and a mage from the age of gods was a rare opportunity for any mage of the age of man. He doubted he would learn much, because of how the Age of Gods differed so heavily from the age of man, but for a man who had met a roadblock, he had time to learn.

But finally, he turned to the Rider servant. "Rider. Can you do me a favor? I suspect my servant is running around being himself at the moment. If you can, please pick go with him. I suspect he will be scouting, and an extra pair of eyes is never unwanted."

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Meanwhile, Archer was indeed doing just that. He had taken a seat upon a ledge, gazing out onto the forest in the distance. With his privileges as an imperial, he was viewing the forest with eyes like an eagle. Every bunny in that forest seemed visible to him, and he was sure that if he held a rifle, he could shoot them each down. His fingers drummed softly against his knees. His breathing heavy, but only because it could be. Taking in long deep breaths, as if it was something he had desired for so long, Archer took that very moment to enjoy his rebirth of sorts.

As a conqueror, he'd have to make it a part of his goals to conquer this land. Such a limiting state he was in. Summoned only in the sense of a conqueror, rather than an emperor. Perhaps there was something to it, in that regard. After all, people are so complex, that servants could not hope to be every aspect of a hero. He doubted a rider who possessed a spear would match up to their own self if summoned as a lancer. A simple truth, but a disappointing one.

Maybe he'd spot an enemy. That could cheer him up.

:: Dragon Heart ::

Muko
@Sho Minazuki@Hitman

Naturally he hadn't expected his ice creation to last long. In truth, as the scythe had begun to dissipate, he had brought his now freed hand forward. Both held in front of him, taking the sudden impact of the shotgun like kick. Ice scattering about and knocking battering against the tables and floor. And yet, Muko had expect that. While Vega's leg was still raised, his hands pointed downwards. Black flames began to spark, ready in that moment to fire out and engulf Vega's leg. With the intent to strip it clean of not just heat, but to completely ruin Vega's balance.

That didn't happen of course as the guild master arrived. Black flames slurping up the magic in the air, but Muko let them fade out, eventually freezing in place with his tongue sticking out, directly at the cocky mage slayer. As the Frozen Space came to an end, Muko's tongue went right back into his mouth. Black flames curling around his digits as he walked away from Vega. Clearly he had better things to do. Like...

Waiting for Vega to walk over to the bounty board, and then casually, and rather sneakily let a small wave of fire escape his fingers, and freeze the ground under Vega into a slippery ice patch. He didn't stick around long enough to see if Vega would actually slip or not. Either way, it'd make somebody laugh.

With that out of the way, Muko watched the others of the guild shuffle about, smiling when he could. Sure, he didn't completely destroy Vega, as he might have wished, but there was time for that later, of course. His hand eventually knocking on the door to the Guild Master's office. His hands reaching up to adjust his suit.

Waiting for the door to open. Must be some important assignment if it required both Muko and Vega.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Been busy, since I'm doing research for a final project. I need it to be about 10 minutes of video. Where I do the music, editing, voice-overs, all myself.

:: Dragon Heart ::

Muko
@Sho Minazuki

Tossed aside. Well, he wasn't really invested in the fight. What was the point? After all, it was just bragging rights, right? Muko stumbled about, a rather unmotivated stagger. "Oh, so we're doing magic? I figured fisty cuffs was enough." He raise a hand, black flames curling around his fingers, and vanishing. A block of thick ice sprung forth around his arm, almost like an over-sized gauntlet. In fact, it looked a bit silly. But that oversized block of ice was perfect for blocking swords, or in this particular case, the blade of a scythe.

Scythe struck ice, chipping a few inches in. Something like that scythe, perfect for attacking magic, was rather useless against the ice. Since it was the after result of the magic, and not the magic itself. Thus, in the motion in which the scythe became useless, Muko lunged forward. Black flames swarming around his arm, before a block of ice formed into another large fist. In short, Muko was aiming to give Vega a solid blow with a hand the size of a golden retriever.

To be honest, Muko didn't judge others much. He tried not to for various reasons. Mostly because first impressions were often times wrong. But, Vega was the kind of person you couldn't help but form opinions on. He had been there on the day Vega had been captured by the guild. In particular, he had been asked to stand back, and let others deal with it. And yet, on that day, as he had sat back, and watched, he felt a kind of rivalry with that man. Somebody who did his own thing. Without seeking love. A man who filled his void with his own feelings, instead of words of others. Muko didn't get that, but he wasn't about to let such a difference stand between him, and Vega.

It seemed that a fight was underway.

:: Dragon Heart ::

Muko

Yep! Mission accomplished! A complete success of events that should endear him greatly to his fellow Guild Members. Praise at how he pacified a brawl with a healthy dose of snow and i- "OI, YA DAMN BARNEY RUBBLIN' GIT! HAVEN'T YA GOT THE SLIGHTEST NOTION OF RESPECTIN' OTHA PEEPLE'S SPACES?! WHERE ARE YA BLOODY MANNAS?!"

That brilliant grin went from flashy and smug, to sort of half smile, mouth open and eyes semi drooped in the dumbest kind of face possible. All the joy of making a snowfall vanished, replaced with silence before the depression kicked right in. Head hung, arms flopping forward, and slightly hunched from the weight of it all.
_{"He's right. That wasn't cool at all. I truly failed to respect the traditions and honors of others. How can I expect to uphold my title if I ruin the lives of everybody around me? I should have thought it through more. I sh-"}

So sucked into his own self pity, Muko failed to notice the immediate consequences of his action. Vega's foot crashed into his face, the impact from the strike knocking him back. Cartwheeling through the air in the most obvious mood whiplash ever, he plowed through at least two guild members, and impacted into a bank of snow. Muko unseen, as he was buried deep in cold, wet, slush. _{"Why should we have fun? We're only going to cause more woes and pain."} Muko whined out as the snow melted around him. Soaking him in water till the great dragonslayer looked more like a wet dog, than a hero of any kind.

"Dude, you're bringing the vibe down." Another member whispered to Muko. "Just punch him back before the guild master shows up."
_{"What's the point?"}
"He did kick you in the face."
"Good point." Muko said, a bit more peppy feeling. Maybe punching Vega could fill the whole in his heart. He sat up, eyes narrowed and focus upon the scythe wielding member of the guild. He charged, kicking off the ground and swinging at the distracted Vega. A good right hook should cheer him up.

:: Dragon Heart ::

Muko Zanthrax - Void Dragon Slayer

The Heir to the Dragon's Flame

The Basics

Name Muko Zanthrax

Nickname/Alias The Void Dragon Slayer

Age 27

Gender Male

Rank S+ (Though he often tries to convince them to lower his rank, since he doesn't like being so important.)

Physique The mark of Dragon Heart rests on his right shoulder.

The Persona

Personality
Ups and downs. That is the personality of Muko. For one moment he can be a beacon of heroism, and the next, a stick in the mud whispering in near silence about how the world sees him as a monster. Rough mood swings if this can be called mood swings. Or perhaps, a need to impress, to please people around him. Criticism being his natural enemy, that strikes him down like a bundle of rocks. Perhaps he's just underdeveloped as a person. It's almost as if he seeks to fill in an empty hole with praise, but as soon as even a single negative graces the lips of somebody around him, it burns the whole collection. Leaving him empty.
In that regard, he tends to go big in order to gain approval. When he's empty though, he loses all motivation. Becoming little more than a blob with human features. His strength leaves him, and he seems to refuse all action, or praise for a time. Examples of things that have broken his spirit include, but is not limited too...
_{People not liking the color purple (his favorite color), being called 'too tall', getting rejected for a date, boring a person with bad conversation, people falling asleep when talking to them, cats not liking him, dogs not liking him, birds not liking him, old people not liking him, somebody not blessing him when he sneezes, failure in any regard, burning food, not eating all his food, etc.}

Likes
The Cold
Warm Foods
Cats
Dogs
Foxes
The Empty Void that you can stare into forever

Dislikes
Crowds
Really hot places
Spicy Foods
Cold food (ew icecream)
Pain
Loud places
Loud places and big crowds

Fears
REALLY BIG CROWDS!
EXTREMELY BIG CROWDS!
Babies. No idea why, just the way they laugh and... Do anything.
Being alone without others.

Brief Bio
The Great Grandson of the Dragon Heart's founder... Is missing. The 3rd Head of the Dragon Heart, Zelos Zanthrax, and his son, only two years old, went out on a road trip. The details are sketchy. In particular, only a few details are known, as Zelos chose to never speak of it again after the event. What is known, is that the father and his soon were in a carriage, when a sudden rockslide knocked them off the path. Caught offguard, Zelos only managed to use enough magic to save his life, and that of his son, but passed out soon afterwards from a strike of a rock to the back of his head. When he awoke, his child was gone, and he had been taken to a hospital by a couple who had found his body at the bottom of a cliff. Unfortunately, the damage from the rockslide had paralyzed his left leg, and he found himself unable to search for his missing child. He spent nearly a year in that area, searching high and low, held back by his injury.

After that year, he finally returned to Dragon Heart, a broken man. Depressed, he turned to drinking. And passed away within another year, leaving the title of Guild Master to his apprentice, Kukan Teki. From there, it seemed the the Zanthrax family line had passed away, ending in tragedy.

Until one day, a strange boy, age ten, knocked on the doors of the guild. This boy had no name, long white hair, and a scar on his chest. A wild boy who had traveled a great distance. With nearly no memory of a family, despite seeking one. The only clue he had... Was a scrap of cloth, marked with the seal of the Dragon Heart Guild. It was no question to those there, that this boy was the child of Zelos Zanthrax, who had finally returned home after years of being lost. The only question was, what had happened?

The boy though, had not returned alone. He carried with him a new power. A lost magic. A Dragon Slayer magic. During the rockslide, he had been separated from his father, and found by a dragon. Raised by a dragon, he was taught in the very magic required to slay them. Originally as a way to protect himself from the dangers of the forest. But at age nine, the dragon vanished, and he was left with only a scrap of cloth. And an order. Find the family you had lost. So, he did. He set out, searching high and low before he was directed to the Dragon Heart Guild.

Fast forward, several years passed, and the boy was a teenager, about fifteen. Trained in combat, magecraft, but still reliant on the dragon slaying magic he had learned. Finally, they made him a member of the guild, on his request of course. Fast forward again, to a boy who defeated a dark guild, single-handedly. At that time, he was age twenty. Forward again, to the time were he was approved of the rank of S+ mage. Despite his protests, and belief that despite managing the exam, he didn't really need a fancy rank. Tough luck.

The Mage

Magic Void Dragon Slayer Magic

Description A Lost Magic, and a Dragon Slayer magic. The Void is in contrast to Purgatory Dragon Slayer Magic. Where as Purgatory Dragon Slayer Magic can be called a superior fire, void is the opposite. It is a fire that doesn't give warmth, but instead takes it. It can be often confused for kind of ice caster magic, but the ice is not really part of the magic, but rather the end result of the flame passing through the air.
Upon use, a black fire erupts from the user's hand. As it soars through the air, the air loses all warmth, and depending on the intensity of the fire, it leaves behind a column of ice in the shape of the fire. By striking the human body, it takes warmth, and magic from the body, freezing it to death, while consuming the flesh. It is nearly useless against ice, but in a warm environment, the magic is at its most powerful.
It is also a powerful counter magic, as it can absorb most forms of magical energy, but it has nearly no defensive capabilities from the flame. But only from the ice it leaves behind.

Spells

Spells

- Void Dragon's Spark: A short lived, and short ranged ball of fire. Closer to an explosion than a pure ball of fire. Merely a single spark of magical energy is required for his spell, and depending on the intensity, it can vary from merely chilling the area, to turning the air into a solid block of ice.

- Void Dragon's Surging: A direct attack. A Blast of fire that grows vertically, forming a wall of ice in its aftermath. A powerful attack, but depending on the height, it can be more tiring as a result. Though, considering how powerful Muko is, it's hardly a problem.

- Void Dragon's Breath: Muko's signature Dragon's Roar in which he quickly gathers and releases a large quantity of black flames from his mouth at his target. Muko's mastery over this spell allows him to create a continuous stream of void flames that appears as a wall of fire across a field.

- Void Dragon's Prowl: A unique application of the fire, and the ice that comes as an after effect. By generating void fire at the base of his feet, the ground beneath, and around him becomes icy. Utilizing this, Muko increases his speed by turning the area around him into a icy rink, and can propel himself along it using timed uses of void fire as propellant.

- Empty Crypt: Absolute Zero Eruption: Muko swipes his arms in a circular fashion, creating a powerful, and highly destructive, torrent of void flames that barrages his target. The force of this black vortex is absolutely devastating, and terraforms the area around Muko into a frozen wasteland. It even seems to snow for about a minute or two following the attack.

- Empty Crypt: Blades of Frozen Flesh: Muko's signature final move. Primarily activated as he releases a field of void fire, that then shoots upward into pillars. The aftermath is described as a field of spikes, roughly fifteen feet in length.

Items

Miscellaneous

- Loyalty to Dragon Heart: He's loyal, but in a sort of "I'm still here, aren't I?" kind of way. He adores his 'family' but often times gets moody about it. Mostly in a 'Nobody really loves me' kind of way. It's often referred to as "Trying to fill his void" if that means anything to anybody.
- Eats all the Pot Stickers when ordering take-out: It's meat on a stick. Yaaaaaaaay!