Saarebas

God School

A shadow seeped out of the ground in front of the entrance to the school and began to take the shape of a person. Moments later the shadow solidified and become a lanky, pale young man covered in tattoos and a black backpack slung over his shoulder. The teen rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "By the Styx I hate Shadow travel... why mother insists on sending me that way." He groaned to himself as he cracked his neck again. The teen then made his way into the building, hands in his pockets and clear annoyance in his eyes. The teen made his way to a locker that he proceeded to open, though it took about five times to get the combination right. After grabbing the few books that were in there and turned on his heels and started to head off to his class. As he walked and bumped into a crimson headed girl who must of been on her own way to class. "Watch where you are going girl." The teen said coldly, though no one should expect much warmth from Dominic the son of Nyx and Tartarus.

Experimental Army

Mer Gerd Kitty and Song are here XD

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

What would you expect to be someone's final thought as they left this world? Would they ponder if they lead a good life, feel woe for the people they are leaving behind, wish that they made up for past mistakes, or maybe even they would feel the fear that comes with the mysterious phenomenon that is death. Not one of those thoughts made their way through the once mighty dragon Nighith's head as he laid on the ground broken, a man's steel boots firmly placed on his chest. All Nighith could think of was that this was a good fight, the best fight he had had in lifetimes. He had fought with all his might, burning the land around him and countless men and women along with it. He had fought for hours, or was it days, he could no longer tell. Waves upon waves of knights had set upon him, firing arrows into his hide or attempting to the foolish task of facing him up close with mere blades. But much like how snowflakes pile upon each other to form an avalanche the knights' numbers eventually overwhelmed Nighith. Now he laid upon the ground bested by the numbers of humans and the planning of one man, the one that stood upon his chest in victory. Daud, a knight that sought to right the wrongs of this world, was the one who bested Nighith and now the man seemed ready to finish his job. "This is for all the families you have torn asunder. For all the villages you have burned away from this world. For your monstrous greed. AND FOR ALL OF MY BROTHER AND SISTERS IN ARMS THAT YOU SENT TO THEIR EARLY GRAVES! Daud bellowed as he raised his blade above his head. The knight then quickly and with out hesitation plunged his sword through both Nighith's chest and heart.

The scene began to fade for Nighith as Daud began to remove his sword, bringing the dragon's heart along with it. The sounds of knights cheering and crackling fires went silent, the smells of spilt blood and charred flesh washed away, and the sight of the beautiful night sky faded as the lights of Nighith's eyes were extinguished. But as one vision faded another came into view. A sea of white blinded Nighith for a moment, his eyes taking a moment to adjust and recognize that he was standing in a field of never ending snow colored roses. Nighith couldn't help but wonder, he walked the field for minutes, then hours, then days, then months, then time stopped to matter and all Nighith could do was merely ponder his own thoughts. The most frequent of which was about the place he was now confined to. If this was eternal damnation it was not what Nighith was expecting. He was expecting a world of fire and brimstone, full of the screams of the wicked and foul, a place of unrelenting pain and misery. Then again maybe this was fitting for him, he did spend the majority of his life turning the world of the living into such a land of fire and misery. It was during a time when Nighith was lost among these thoughts that he saw her. The woman dawning a dress that blended into the field of roses in which she stood. Her face was covered by her hands which were in turn covered by blood, something Nighith as quite familiar with. The woman wept softly, but her crying was the only sound in the whole world it seemed. Nighith approached her with suspicion, was she another soul cursed to wander this field, was she one of his past victims, all these questions raced through Nighith's head until the world went dark.

Nighith's eyes were open he was sure of it there shouldn't of been darkness, it took him a moment to realize his view was being obstructed by something. It was solid and cold, two things he had nearly forgotten about in the field of white. It was a large stone, more accurately it was many stones as Nighith was surrounded by them. From out side his little stone keeping Nighith could hear low voices, as if they were chanting, but there was another voice. It was masculine and full of pride. Who ever the man was he believed wholeheartedly in what he was saying, which was along the lines of "From his breath came fires so intense they burned for decades!." Nighith pressed his hand against the stone that was directly above him, he was laid down as if at rest, but it removed to budge. He let out a slight sigh of annoyance before trying to use a bit more force, nothing. Finally Nighith let out a low growl and punched the stone with all his might, it cracked and quickly went sailing through the air landing somewhere with a loud crash. As he sat up, the dust from the stone settling on him, the voices that were chanting stopped. It took Nighith a moment to register what he was seeing. He had just broken himself out of a tomb of some sorts, it had markings that depicted a large dragon breathing fire upon a field of warriors carved into each of its sides. The room he had entered appeared to be in some sort of cave judging by the rock walls, though similar markings like the ones on the tomb decorated the walls along with torches that illuminated the cave. As for the occupants of the cave, the ones that were the source of the chanting, they were men and women of varying ages, from young children to the elderly, dressed in deep crimson robes. They all stared at Nighith in shocked silence, including the man who stood in front of the group closest to Nighith. "Y-You..." The man stammered, revealing that he was the masculine voice from earlier. "You a-are Nighith. The man managed to finish.

Nighith narrowed his eyes as he stepped over the side of the tomb, he had yet to notice his bare human form but it would be little concern to him at the moment even if he did, as he walked towards the man. Nighith towered over the man, literally, as he peered down at him. "How do you know this human?" Nighith said to the man, his cold voice dripping with venom. The man almost immediately fell to his knees in praise. "OHH great one!" He exclaimed, the rest of the room's occupants soon fallowing suit. After his bewilderment and the man rose to his feet Nighith had him explain what exactly was going on. It turns out this was a cult that formed soon after Nighith's death to praise the dragon's might and strength. "So great one you can see why your return is such a honor for us to witness." The man said with his head bowed. Nighith was about to nod when the corner of his eye caught glimpse of something. It was a throne that was clearly made of the bones of a large creature and lined with velvet. "What is that?" Nighith asked in his cold voice, prompting a croak from the man, who had told Nighith that he was the high priest of the cult. "That oh great one is the Rushing Jaw throne it is made of Nighith's-" Before he could finish Nighith had grabbed the high priest by the throat and effortlessly lifted the man into the air. "You used my bones to make a chair?" Nighith said, his voice a growl that could shake grown men to their core. The high priest tried to respond but his voice only came out as a choked gag, Nighith already knew the answer. The dragon's eyes glowed a deeper red as he squeezed his grip around the priest's neck tighter. It as maybe a moment later until the grotesque wet pop filled the cave and the priest was dropped to the floor, lifeless and limp. Nighith turned to the other cultists, crimson blood dripping down his arm. They all looked upon him in a mixture of fear and awe. Nighith's eyes returned to their normal color as he looked over the group. "Now... someone bring me a robe." He said simply. Nighith was back, he didn't know how or why, but he was back and he planned on making the most of it.

Experimental Army

"Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh! It is way too early for this." The young teen that was Eugene groaned as he was herded into the room with the rest of the experiment subjects. The lanky teen's eyes were closed shut behind his black rim glasses as he shambled into the room, narrowly avoiding bumping into one of the guards. He stretched and yawn, he had rolled up the sleeves of the prison uniform they had given him and at some point managed to cross out his name on the tag and replace it with Dr. McRad. When he finally opened his eyes he let out a slight gasp which was quickly fallowed by a WOOP WOOP. He looked over buffet that was set up, his stomach rumbling as a response. "Duuuuuuudddddeeee, being a lab rat isn't so bad if this is what we get feed." He said as he grabbed a box that contained his favorite meal, chili cheese fries. He took a fry and tossed it into the air and caught it in his mouth, some cheese landing on his cheek. "Yep, lab rat seems pretty damn good right now."

God School

Woop woop! And thank you Miss Winter :)

God School

"Give it your best shot, I look forward to stomping you into the ground afterwards."

Human name
Dominic or Dom

God name
Doviculus, The Dark Blade Of The Pit

Parents
Tartarus, the Greek primordial deity and embodiment of the realm of punishment and afterlife for monsters, and Nyx, the Greek primordial deity and embodiment of night.

Age
18

Powers
Enhanced Warrior Prowers- Dom had spent his entire life training in the arts of battle. He excels in up close combat, being quite the deadly force, though he is capable of long range attacks. His strength and endurance is amazing even by the standards of the gods.
Monster Control/Summoning- As all monsters find their way to Tartarus when they die Dom has a strong connection to them both in body in soul. This allows Dom to summon and control a whole variety of monsters.
Soul Punishing- Dom's father's realm is that of punishment of damned souls. This allows Dom to punish people who have committed a crime by making them feel the same pain they inflected on others.
Darkness Attuned- Being the son of night itself Dom is at home in the dark. He attacks harder and faster in the dark, he can see as clear as day in the darkest of places, he is even healed from the shadows as if his mother is treating his wounds.
Control Of The Five Rivers Of The Underworld- Each of the five rivers of the underworld pass through the heart of Tartarus itself, them actually being the god's blood. The five rivers are the Lethe, the Styx, the Cocytus, the Phlegethon, and the Acheron. Each of the rivers have their own magical effects that Dom can apply to people to a extent.

Human Appearance
While in his human appearance Dom looks like a lanky young man, standing at 6'5 in height and being on the thin side of the body build spectrum. His skin is unnaturally pale, as if he had never been in the sun a day in his life. He has sleeves of tattoos that run up both of his arms, one is full of symbols that represent justice and vengeance while the other is covered in symbols that represent night and the void. He has multiple piercings, such as one on his left eyebrow, one on his lip, another on his tongue, and three in each ear. His eyes are a deep blood red with the whites of his eyes being void black. His hair is long, messy, and pitch black save for on the left side of his head which he keeps shaved short. Though people rarely see it Dom's tongue is inhumanly long and pointed, it being about a foot long.

God Appearance
When he takes his godly form Dom's appearance changes drastically, so drastically that the simply name Dom no longer suits him. As Doviculus the once scrawny teen becomes a hulking, behemoth that stands at a towering twenty feet tall. He becomes clad in what looks like armor, but is in fact his actual skin, and his nails become razor sharp talons. But what is most startling of all has to be that he quite literally losses his head. When in his godly form Doviculus's head is replaced by a cloud of darkness where his multiple fiery eyes swirl around. If one would to look closely they would see that in the darkness the souls of both monsters and people drift around aimlessly, silently screaming in pain. While in this form his Doviculus's voice becomes a deep and raspy echo that seems to come from around all sides.

Symbol


Weapon
(See Picture above for appearance)
Doviculus's weapon is a giant great sword, it being about seventeen feet long and unimaginably heavy, that is named Succoria. Succoria appears to be made of the same material as Doviculus's armor and gives off a faint aura of darkness. The sword also has a fiery eye on its hilt. But what is most impressive is that Succoria is actually a sentient blade with a will all its own, it refuses to be used by anyone save for Doviculus.

Followers
Monsters, Those Seeking Vengeance, The Giants, Vengeful Spirits, Executioners

Animal
The Void- A monster that Doviculus created that can only live in the shadows and feasts upon the hearts of the wicked. The Void is a being made of darkness and consists of tentacles and serpent like appendages.

Bio
What would you get when you combine the darkness of night and the fury of the underworld? The answer is Doviculus. Yes the young god was born to the two primordial deities Nyx and Tartarus. He was raised in the realm of his father, a place so wrenched that it is used to punish immortals and mortals alike. Doviculus grew among the most wicked and vial monsters and gods the universe had to offer, forcing him to abandon the illusion that the world was a kind and good place others could afford to keep. He learned to fight more fiercely than any monster and how to strike fear so intense that it seeped into the hearts of the Titans themselves. Despite the harsh teachings of his parents Doviculus was content with his life of battle, but it seems even gods have to change with time. His parents ordered Doviculusto attend a school of young godlings, though they did not give him a clear motive why. Now the god is at this school that he would like nothing more than to burn down.

God School

"Give it your best shot, I look forward to stomping you into the ground afterwards."

Human name
Dominic or Dom

God name
Doviculus, The Dark Blade Of The Pit

Parents
Tartarus, the Greek primordial deity and embodiment of the realm of punishment and afterlife for monsters, and Nyx, the Greek primordial deity and embodiment of night.

Age
18

Powers
Enhanced Warrior Prowers- Dom had spent his entire life training in the arts of battle. He excels in up close combat, being quite the deadly force, though he is capable of long range attacks. His strength and endurance is amazing even by the standards of the gods.
Monster Control/Summoning- As all monsters find their way to Tartarus when they die Dom has a strong connection to them both in body in soul. This allows Dom to summon and control a whole variety of monsters.
Soul Punishing- Dom's father's realm is that of punishment of damned souls. This allows Dom to punish people who have committed a crime by making them feel the same pain they inflected on others.
Darkness Attuned- Being the son of night itself Dom is at home in the dark. He attacks harder and faster in the dark, he can see as clear as day in the darkest of places, he is even healed from the shadows as if his mother is treating his wounds.
Control Of The Five Rivers Of The Underworld- Each of the five rivers of the underworld pass through the heart of Tartarus itself, them actually being the god's blood. The five rivers are the Lethe, the Styx, the Cocytus, the Phlegethon, and the Acheron. Each of the rivers have their own magical effects that Dom can apply to people to a extent.

Human Appearance
While in his human appearance Dom looks like a lanky young man, standing at 6'5 in height and being on the thin side of the body build spectrum. His skin is unnaturally pale, as if he had never been in the sun a day in his life. He has sleeves of tattoos that run up both of his arms, one is full of symbols that represent justice and vengeance while the other is covered in symbols that represent night and the void. He has multiple piercings, such as one on his left eyebrow, one on his lip, another on his tongue, and three in each ear. His eyes are a deep blood red with the whites of his eyes being void black. His hair is long, messy, and pitch black save for on the left side of his head which he keeps shaved short. Though people rarely see it Dom's tongue is inhumanly long and pointed, it being about a foot long.

God Appearance
When he takes his godly form Dom's appearance changes drastically, so drastically that the simply name Dom no longer suits him. As Doviculus the once scrawny teen becomes a hulking, behemoth that stands at a towering twenty feet tall. He becomes clad in what looks like armor, but is in fact his actual skin, and his nails become razor sharp talons. But what is most startling of all has to be that he quite literally losses his head. When in his godly form Doviculus's head is replaced by a cloud of darkness where his multiple fiery eyes swirl around. If one would to look closely they would see that in the darkness the souls of both monsters and people drift around aimlessly, silently screaming in pain. While in this form his Doviculus's voice becomes a deep and raspy echo that seems to come from around all sides.

Symbol


Weapon
(See Picture above for appearance)
Doviculus's weapon is a giant great sword, it being about seventeen feet long and unimaginably heavy, that is named Succoria. Succoria appears to be made of the same material as Doviculus's armor and gives off a faint aura of darkness. The sword also has a fiery eye on its hilt. But what is most impressive is that Succoria is actually a sentient blade with a will all its own, it refuses to be used by anyone save for Doviculus.

Followers
Monsters, Those Seeking Vengeance, The Giants, Vengeful Spirits, Executioners

Animal
The Void- A monster that Doviculus created that can only live in the shadows and feasts upon the hearts of the wicked. The Void is a being made of darkness and consists of tentacles and serpent like appendages.

Bio
What would you get when you combine the darkness of night and the fury of the underworld? The answer is Doviculus. Yes the young god was born to the two primordial deities Nyx and Tartarus. He was raised in the realm of his father, a place so wrenched that it is used to punish immortals and mortals alike. Doviculus grew among the most wicked and vial monsters and gods the universe had to offer, forcing him to abandon the illusion that the world was a kind and good place others could afford to keep. He learned to fight more fiercely than any monster and how to strike fear so intense that it seeped into the hearts of the Titans themselves. Despite the harsh teachings of his parents Doviculus was content with his life of battle, but it seems even gods have to change with time. His parents ordered Doviculusto attend a school of young godlings, though they did not give him a clear motive why. Now the god is at this school that he would like nothing more than to burn down.

Experimental Army

((Sorry double post))

God School

Mind if I join Miss Winter?

Experimental Army

"You just got PWND!!"

Name
Eugene Sims

Code Name
Overload

Age
17

Skills
Hacking, engineering, Mathematics, and has a IQ that is off the charts

Appearance
Eugene has a lanky frame, standing at 6'3 and being on the thin side. He has long, spiky brown hair that occasionally hangs in front of his eyes. His eyes are a bright emerald green and have a care free attitude in them. He wears a pair of square black rim glasses most of the time, except when he is playing a game. That is when he puts of a set of red gaming headphones that have a dark blue visor built into them.

Personality
Eugene is the very definition of the word nerd. He is sarcastic, unbelievably smart, and a bit awkward. He is in love with anything and everything technical, having the desire to take it apart to find out how it works. He is an avid gamer, his favorite types being fantasy and syfy games, and plays when ever he gets the chance. He is a bit awkward around the opposite sex, not knowing how to really act around them. Under his sarcastic demeanor Eugene is really a nice guy and will try to look out for others, though he will make fun of them as he does so.

Ability
Video Manipulation

Bio
Eugene was born to a US congresswoman and a Supreme Court Judge, giving quite the cozy beginnings. From a young age he was already incredibly smart, reading at a near collage level at the age of four. This only grew over the years, he was skipped grades right after the other until he was accepted into one of the country's top university's at the age of nine. He graduated four years later as valedictorian with his masters degree. The years that followed were that of humdrum get togethers with old intellectuals who marveled at his young age, visiting schools and giving speeches about "trying your hardest and how to succeed at a young age", and god awful dinner parties with other ivy league grads. It was all this boredom that spurred Eugene's career as a hacker for hire. He made a name for him self rather quickly and was hired by some of the most infamous organizations in the world. He hacked into the pentagon, decoded Chinese missile codes, and even signed the president up for a porn website just for a laugh. He was eventually caught during a massive sting operation that took a good two years to pull off. He was facing a life sentence before he was given the chance to join the program.