Tyki

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

the portal genocide opened not kishin's portal

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

As genocide was barraged by vajra blasts and most everyone else was stuck fighting themselves in some situation that i'm sure would make the nearest zen masters cream their pants just from the fact it was happening; the portal behind genocide begins to shift and crack, the seamless whiteness giving a marker of something coming in from the other side as a great darkness begins to seep from the perfectly white sphere. Corpses begin writhing up from the ground and approaching the portal only to collapse as though some great beast had taken to eating them. Soon however, the feeding frenzy stops as a thin, lanky man steps forward from the port, the temporal fluctuations causing it to seem like there were a good twelve of him, each unique and battered in their own way to such extremities as if they were of separate species as the miasma of death and darkness begins to congeal on the real one while he raises an arm, pointing at the lot before him as he asks "alright... which one of you fucks opened a portal in my bathroom?" in a rather annoyed tone, his clothing obviously baring the charred marks of the attacks that had made it through the portal to strike at him while he'd been on the other side. Upon closer inspection however, the pale man in his black tee with a leather jacket fitting to him to serve as armor, mystical markings of some nature lopping and covering the entirety of the thing while his pants remain as something akin to jeans but with an odd mix of silk and leather instead of denim was in fact, an elf rather than a man yet the only marking factors for elves as they knew them was the oddly colored eyes and his pointed ears while his skin remains deathly pale yet his clothing style and materials would be akin to a drow's normal garb yet the fact that he's male would normally mean a subservient life however he carries himself tall and quite sure of himself, something that would have been beaten out of him were he to have been a slave. The rather strange elf radiating death and darkness stands waiting for a response, grinding his razor sharp teeth on each other, giving him the visage of a shark like most that knew the demigod hunger would recognize, as he gazes upon the battle field before raising his arms, small circles of green fire sprouting to life under the combatants feet before skulls of odd creatures would come out of the darkness formed from inside the green circles before biting each one in the ankles rather painfully but not actually risking injury, as though the skulls were of some cross dimensional chihuahua or other similarly small dog, the pain from an outside source serving as a rather annoying but effective anchor to this world rather than the worlds they were lost in within their own minds or alternating timelines.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@thewizardguy

thanks, although if rudan does start eating universes, you'll at least have some warning and reason as to how he's doing it

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

name: Rudan abilities, power, skills, and other mcgovens of bullshitery- bullshitium lined digestive tract: could have put more effort into thinking of some plausible reason and/or way to explain him being able to eat anything but frankly i couldn't be asked so fuck it. this equates to him basically being able to eat anything, mystical, physical or otherwise so long as he can fit it in his razor sharp teeth lined mouth which is actually surprisingly large. digestive symbiosis: should Rudan eat someone or something of incredibly power he will gain roughly 1/10 of it's power permanently however, in order to do this he must also eat it's soul which with things like dark side i can foresee much difficulty achieving that however simply eating the body will increase his physical might/whatever the hell else you can think of being a physical attribute by 1/10 while devouring the soul will increase the mystical might by 1/10 of the original creature's power. mystical arts of choice: fleshomancy, calciomancy (bone manipulation), necromancy, and death magic. there are is a vast and various list of applications of each one of them i could list but just assume that he can bitch slap you so hard each of your layers from skin to skeleton will be displayed side by side before you just sort of slop back together somewhere along that line mcgovens- hurrah! the shit i get to explain how not bullshit it is while you fucks don't beleive me! hungering blade: a long blade with a generic shin bone (could try to remember what the specific name is but fuck it) attatched to an adjustable spinal column ending in a tail bone. the spinal column is adjustable depending on how many spinal disks he's eaten so the base length at the longest upon enter the rp would be about a mile. The reason the sword is called the hungering blade is because rather than cut or crush it devours along the entire spinal column. just think of it like one giant mouth that you can't really see. whatever the blade devours is of course the same as if rudan ate it. necromantic mystical multitool: a rather simple staff made from an over sized shinbone and capped with a skull. it has various uses and abilities but for the most part just acts as a sort of mystical catalyst to help with more delicate spell casting. also: it makes a rather nice walking stick, death scythe, spear, and flaming stick-o-doom. elven attributes- yes he's an elf. deal with it bitches! night elf upbringing: while most would consider a giant, man eating, incredibly venomous spider a monster, night elves keep them as pets, live stock, and mounts cause fuck you silk robes are comfortable as fuck (also helps make sure if the little elves are really sure they want to be a night elf for the rest of their lives) so he's rather hard to scare because he's actually kept one of these as a pet since he was little and he's actually capable of befriending most monstrous beasts like rancors, giant spiders, dracoliches, and various other things that would normally want to eat his face whole sale elven avatar of death: he's basically an elven avatar of their death god. if you try to have a necromancer battle with him you're going to lose... avatar durability: as it says in the title he's rather fucking durable though mostly for comedic effect like jumping off a really tall height in the super man pose just to get to the bottom faster. i say for comedic effect because frankly most of the fuckers in this rp are so powerful that anyone trying to be durable in anyway outside of a large regeneration factor is incredibly boned appearence: weaknesses: he's really hard to piss off although he's also really easy to buy off with good food which is normally the way to go about getting him to stop being pissed at you although, if you piss him off too much then... yeah, you're boned. also, des[ite his power he's actually surprisingly weak to life magic as a good healer can decimate armies of undead (via warcraft logic on that one with death magic healing the dead and life magic healing the living while the two hurt each other)

HCL2 - CS Bin

Name: Hashiro
Age: unknown
Powers:

nature magic: control over nature in various aspects. has alot of overlap with aeromancy, pyromancy, geomancy, vitomancy, and a bit of cryomancy as well as his most notable ability: naturalization which is the ability to reduce something to it's base or natural state removing augments and defects in any form however it cannot bring back the dead

example: when minx is naturalized she returns to human form but doesn't lose her force powers where as someone struck with a cursed weapon would have the curse removed, healing them.

fox fire: a mystical flame inherited from his mother which can either burn any substance or trick people via auditory and visual hallucinations. however they cannot be used for the same thing at once

sealing magic: basically what it sounds like however the power and intricacy of said seals are dependant on certain conditions ranging from making someone incapable of pronouncing 'p' correctly or sealing of an entire section of the multiverse in such an intricate way that nearly anything attempting to bypass it would find the effort impossible

sealed power: unfortunately due to events that took place in his past, hashiro is incapable of accessing his full power of his own free will which is represented by him only having access to 4 out of 9 tails the scaling of which are as follows: 1=base 2=2x 3=4x 4=8x 5=16x 6=32x 7=64x 8=128x 9=256x

Looks: hashiro is 6'5 with all white fur aside from two red spots above his eyes (yes he's a furry) while he largely resembles a wolf due to taking heavilly after his father, his tails are foxlike in nature. his eyes are grey and he favors kimonos
Bio:
From: oc
Theme song:

The path

"things like me are pretty resilient so i'll live thanks to that healer" shiro says quietly as he closes his eyes and rests, having had to put alot of energy into regeneration. "and no thanks... the nearest water source is infested with big fish that have sharp teeth..." shiro says quietly with his eyes closed in answer to mihai'en's offer of aid of some sort. despite his age shiro looked quiet weathered and beaten even as he was dozed off, scaring on his face and neck making him look older than he actually was and most likely lending to the fact that he had seen things that most men would shy away from. however, shiro has an odd tendency to always keep a hand on the hilt of his sword even in sleep and since mihai'en had been told of it's origins it was likely that this was all he had left of his family

The path

"th... thanks..." shiro gasps out as he clutches his chest, his own injuries healed enough for him to have regulated breathing again but he was still worried about reopening them so he remained kneeling and spoke quietly, leaving his hood off since now that his curse had been revealed to these people there was no point in trying to cover it up or lie about it. "so what now?" shiro asks quietly, trying not to talk too much as he focuses on regenerating his lung, occasionally expelling the excess blood from his mouth until he clears up enough to be able to stand up, sheathe his sword, and sit against a tree, resting as he contemplates the now masterless sword and wonders what could bring such a thing into being and why it was so adamant about cavalcading around in the hands of such an ancient warrior when it could very easilly find much more capable hands, but he doubted that if it had the choice it probably would have found much more capable hands

The path

The path

shiro wakes slowly at first, having thought himself dead for a time as he looks around and takes in the battle scene in an injured stupor, oddly serene as he looks at the undead warrior, seeming to, in his oddly serene state, figure that such a decrepit and unkempt figure as that could by no means animate itself without magic or assistance from an outward source, however the corpse had no intelligence in it's milky eyes or non-battle related movements however, when it swings the beatiful and artfully crafted blade it's done with precision and practice, leading shiro to beleive that the one calling the shots is the blade rather than the corpse as he rises, still in pain from his injury but he seems oddly calm as he allows his hood to fall away, revealing his canine ears, yet as he thought himself dead he didn't really care and let his hood fall as he levels is sword at the corpse, taking a stance that his father had taught him before leaping at the corpse with supernatural speed, shearing it's arm off along with the twisted mount's head in an upward strike delivered at supernatural speed. however the movement partially reopens his wound, snapping him back reality as he kneels, coughing up blood and wheezing as he trys to stay up and failing, using his sword to keep him on his knees in front of the severed arm that still clutches omega, the twisted steed's head having fallen towards the bushes while the rest of it slumps over, falling away from the gasping and half dead shiro due to sheer luck

The path

thewizardguy said
Let's see how many people die before people figure out how to stop my char ^^

disarming?... literally?...