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Ascension Arena: Champion Maker

Mikeil Thae-Araste

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Geared up, he'd tested the weight of every piece of armor, every bit of weaponry--even though the weapons were his own, bought back. A strange place, this Champion's town, this arena. He cast his gaze across the largely empty expanse of buildings, his perch atop a building allowing him quite the view. Far off, but not out of reach, lay the arena that he craved to enter. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he cast his gaze elsewhere and found it falling upon two souls by the message boards, a man and a woman. He tilted his head.

They didn't look like the town's inhabitants, there was a different sort of presence about them. They were armed as well. Champions perhaps, travelers arrived in this place, thrill seekers perhaps? Though maybe...just maybe, they may have been true warriors. His gaze flicked down and across his immediate surroundings before it went to them once more. Casually he hopped from the rooftop, sailing down through the air. He caught the edge of a lower roof and swung, slowing his descent and adding forwards momentum all at once. Still too fast he let his wings spread his voluminous cloak open and gently caress the wind.

His feet lit upon the ground silently, barely a puff of dust being stirred by his arrival.

Remembering the path he folded his wings, wrapping them back around his person, before he walked calmly towards the small square where he'd seen the pair and the message board.

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A brief time later he rounded a corner and came in sight of his destination. Wonderful, they were still here. Approaching slowly he observed the two, gaze roving curiously over their forms and armaments.

Intriguing.

As the man exchanged words with the lady Mikeil passed them both by with a silent stride and pushed his awareness of them to the side. There was a new announcement on the board, words of the current champion. A warrior of draconic ancestry--at the very least--had come out on top.

Mikeil decided that he could not allow the man to remain there.

Of course, it wasn't personal.

He turned to the other two champions, ignoring the words of the male, "Will you two be competing as well?" There was a quiet curiosity weaved through his words, its like accompanied by a subtle amusement apparent only in the gentle amber light of his faintly glowing eyes.

Ascension Arena: Champion Maker

Woo, hope you enjoyed the read Rai!

Ascension Arena: Champion Maker

Mikeil Thae-Arasté

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Soul / Stamina
20 / 20

Appearance: Mikeil stands at 6’2 and weighs roughly 210 lbs with a well-muscled, but far from grotesque build hidden beneath his cloak. His cloak is rather unique and while it does not possess any unique boons it does open in four parts, allowing ease of movement in addition to it concealing his armor and armaments. His wings glow with a faint white-blue light and are almost always kept wrapped around his torso and beneath his arms, their like being thin enough so as not to impede his movement. Beneath his cloak and armor is protective, faintly scaled, flesh which reveals the reasoning behind his lack of heavier armor. His hookswords are held in a harness on his back crossed over one another with the handles near his waist while his chain weapon is wrapped in a circle and held firmly on the right side of his belt. Beyond this it is worth noting that his elbows possess armor-like spikes due to his tyro ancestry, while his white hair and pale flesh--upon close inspection--shimmers and burns faintly, his body lit with an inner fire.

Blood%: 100%.

40% Seraph

40%+: Large angelic wings allowing flight.
30%+: Small wings on the back to allow even swifter movements x2 speed.
20%+: Can see the souls of those before them.
10%+: Naturally lighter and a bit swifter.

40% Tyro

40%+: Resistant to normal fires. Fire breathe that reach up to 12 feet. Can sense the heat off of others up to 5 meters around you. 2 soul cost
30%+: Resistant to basic heats.
20%+: You are resistant to basic heats almost entirely.
10%+: You can resist the most basic of heats. Cooking doesn't burn you that often.

10% Sol

10%+: Resistance to bright lights.

10% Dragon

10%+: Scales that are scattered on the body that are fairly tough.

Items: 40 Gold.

30 gold

Leather Armor: A full set of leather armor with steel gauntlets. No helm.

20 gold

Senh & Drei: A pair of steel hook swords.

10 gold

Thrann: A long metal chain connected to two 10 lb weights.

Special abilities

Perhaps one day.

Background: Must about Mikeil’s past is unknown as he is rather tight lipped about it all, preferring not to give away his secrets. However, as he has spent more time in the Champion’s Town it has become apparent that he is a well trained combatant and--likely--a mixed breed if his strange features are anything to go by. As he carries himself with a sort of haughty superiority it stands to reason that wherever he may have come from valued the mixing of blood more than its purity. So it is that rumors circulate about the man without a past.

Of course, his name is something of a hint...now isn’t it.

After all, the Thae-Araste family is of a reasonably wealthy sort, though no one is quite sure why….

May update history in time.

Ascension Arena: Champion Maker

Mikeil Thae-Arasté

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Soul / Stamina
20 / 20

Appearance: Mikail stands at 6’2 and weighs roughly 210 lbs with a well muscled, but far from grotesque build hidden beneath his cloak. His cloak is rather unique and while it does not possess any unique boons it does open in four parts, allowing ease of movement in addition to it concealing his armor and armaments. His wings glow with a faint white-blue light and are almost always kept wrapped around his torso and beneath his arms, their like being thin enough so as not to impede his movement. Beneath his cloak and armor is protective, faintly scaled, flesh which reveals the reasoning behind his lack of heavier armor. His hookswords are held in a harness on his back crossed over one another with the handles near his waist while his chain weapon is wrapped in a circle and held firmly on the right side of his belt. Beyond this it is worth noting that his elbows possess armor-like spikes due to his tyro ancestry, while his white hair and pale flesh--upon close inspection--shimmers and burns faintly, his body lit with an inner fire.

Blood%: 100%.

40% Seraph

40%+: Large angelic wings allowing flight.
30%+: Small wings on the back to allow even swifter movements x2 speed.
20%+: Can see the souls of those before them.
10%+: Naturally lighter and a bit swifter.

40% Tyro

40%+: Resistant to normal fires. Fire breathe that reach up to 12 feet. Can sense the heat off of others up to 5 meters around you. 2 soul cost
30%+: Resistant to basic heats.
20%+: You are resistant to basic heats almost entirely.
10%+: You can resist the most basic of heats. Cooking doesn't burn you that often.

10% Sol

10%+: Resistance to bright lights.

10% Dragon

10%+: Scales that are scattered on the body that are fairly tough.

Items: 40 Gold.

30 gold

Leather Armor: A full set of leather armor with steel gauntlets. No helm.

20 gold

Senh & Drei: A pair of steel hook swords.

10 gold

Thrann: A long metal chain connected two 10 lb weights.

Special abilities

Perhaps one day.

Background: Must about Mikeil’s past is unknown as he is rather tight lipped about it all, preferring not to give away his secrets. However, as he has spent more time in the Champion’s Town it has become apparent that he is a well trained combatant and--likely--a mixed breed if his strange features are anything to go by. As he carries himself with a sort of haughty superiority it stands to reason that wherever he may have come from valued the mixing of blood more than its purity. So it is that rumors circulate about the man without a past.

Of course, his name is something of a hint...now isn’t it.

After all, the Thae-Araste family is of a reasonably wealthy sort, though no one is quite sure why….

May update history in time.

Autumn VS Noir

Noir Iridian

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Sound. It was key now that he'd made his move, obscuring much of the battlefield. Fortunately, his adversary decided to make sound.

He smiled and as soon as he heard it--the soft contact of footsteps on ice--he lept forwards and into a side crossing 1 meter of the total distance between them. As he landed he swung Chimera. Pressure and the faintest of clicks signaled the weapon's rapid expansion to its full length midswing, its blade parallel with the ground. In a blur the blade struck the base of the tree and cleave almost halfway through its width. He reeled in the weapon, or rather...it reeled him in, pulling him forwards with tremendous force. It was time for this to really begin.

Little did Noir know, that all this had occurred before his adversary had jumped from the top of her new perch. Though as he came within visible range of the tree--roughly 2.5 meters--he would note the spike of ice in the tree.

Things were about to get interesting.

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Mikeil Thae-Araste

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Soul / Stamina
20 / 20

Appearance: Mikail stands at 6’2 and weighs roughly 210 lbs with a well muscled, but far from grotesque build hidden beneath his cloak. His cloak is rather unique and while it does not possess any unique boons it does open in four parts, allowing ease of movement in addition to it concealing his armor and armaments. His wings glow with a faint white-blue light and are almost always kept wrapped around his torso and beneath his arms, their like being thin enough so as not to impede his movement. Beneath his cloak and armor is protective, faintly scaled, flesh which reveals the reasoning behind his lack of heavier armor. His hookswords are held in a harness on his back crossed over one another with the handles near his waist while his chain weapon

Blood%: 100%.

40% Seraph

40%+: Large angelic wings allowing flight.
30%+: Small wings on the back to allow even swifter movements x2 speed.
20%+: Can see the souls of those before them.
10%+: Naturally lighter and a bit swifter.

40% Tyro

40%+: Resistant to normal fires. Fire breathe that reach up to 12 feet. Can sense the heat off of others up to 5 meters around you. 2 soul cost
30%+: Resistant to basic heats.
20%+: You are resistant to basic heats almost entirely.
10%+: You can resist the most basic of heats. Cooking doesn't burn you that often.

10% Sol

10%+: Resistance to bright lights.

10% Dragon

10%+: Scales that are scattered on the body that are fairly tough.

Items: 40 Gold.

30 gold

Leather Armor: A full set of leather armor with steel gauntlets. No helm.

20 gold

Senh & Drei: A pair of steel hook swords.

10 gold

Thrann: A long metal chain connected two 10 lb weights.

Special abilities

Perhaps one day.

Background: Must about Mikeil’s past is unknown as he is rather tight lipped about it all, preferring not to give away his secrets. However, as he has spent more time in the Champion’s Town it has become apparent that he is a well trained combatant and--likely--a mixed breed if his strange features are anything to go by. As he carries himself with a sort of haughty superiority it stands to reason that wherever he may have come from valued the mixing of blood more than its purity. So it is that rumors circulate about the man without a past.

Of course, his name is something of a hint...now isn’t it.

After all, the Thae-Araste family is of a reasonably wealthy sort, though no one is quite sure why….

May update history in time.

Ascension Arena: Champion Maker

Alright, that's pretty interesting actually! Thanks. That considered, I might cook something up!

Ascension Arena: Champion Maker

I've question for you @Rai. For Blood% it says the following:

Must equal to 100 and be in multiples of 10.

Is there a limit to how many bloodlines an individual can have? Or is the limit just that you can't exceed 100% and the lower the percentage, the less abilities they have in a given bloodline?

Autumn VS Noir

Noir Iridian

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Retreat. How...uninteresting.

Noir's weapon released all its pent up tension shooting down at the icy ground like an arrow, but with far more force. It struck the ice and shattered it in a radius of 3 meters. The force of the maneuver pushed him up through the air, but he arrested his movement by retracting it in hardly a moment and aiming it behind him, his eyes narrowed. She'd made a mistake losing vision of him.

!!CRACK!!

His gun went off and this time the kick--what with his being airborne--was far greater. A purple haze could be seen at the exit point of Chimera. The acceleration was so great that had he not had an aura it would have been quite dangerous. Even with it unconsciousness briefly strained at the edges of his vision.

He'd sent himself hurtling up and forwards in an arc. As he flew he used his semblance, enhancing himself very slowly, just enough to properly move and control his weapon, swinging it so it flew out to the side and buried its blade--chain extended--into a pillar of ice.

"Should've...kept...shooting," he managed through the roaring wind as he traveled, his semblance channeling through his weapon in one swift burst. Clenching his jaw, muscles straining, he whipped his weapon back to him and as it came out of the pillar the whole pillar shifted and then violently exploded towards both of them, raining snow and shards up into the air where they began to fall. At the same time, the maneuver slowed him down significantly and as Chimera came back to him its form already back to normal. Swiftly he aimed it down and fired, slowing his momentum further.

He hit the ground, rolling once and coming up in a sweeping slash--now only 5 meters from the tree she'd hid in--and released a diffuse blast of fire. However, it wasn't at her, in fact it veered upwards into the near avalanche of ice particulate and as it struck the ice turned to vapor and a obscuring mist began to drift down over their arena.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then roared...then gradually went quiet as they realized that the impressive maneuver would make watching the fight rather difficult.

Noir smiled.

Autumn VS Noir

Noir Iridian

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She vanished, but he didn't doubletake, instead Noir noticed the flicker of motion where the outline of aura had been.

Definitely her semblance.

There was the crack of gunfire and he reacted immediately, Chimera held before him, flat forwards, his run stopping, a foot going back as the impact slammed into his weapon. He gritted his teeth, sliding back several feet before stopping and lowering his weapon. Eyes narrowed he considered his options in a flash of rapid-fire thoughts.

She could presumably transport herself between visible imprints she left in the world with her aura. He wasn't sure if that was all her semblance did, but even if it was that meant he had to readjust to how he had planned to fight her. Typically he would close the distance and then lock his adversaries in a constant closing and regaining of distance, throwing them off by changing ranges while relentlessly attacking. Of course, normally he had Mezzanote, not so this time.

All of a second having passed he decided on how he'd have to deal with this new development. In short: Adapt.

He resumed his approach, accelerating to his full speed almost immediately and bringing Chimera up before him as he did, ready to intercept any further shots. Similarly, while some might veer away from the aura, he ran right at it, changing his approach so that there was a straight line that intersected the Remnant on its way to his opponent. When he was about 3 meters away from it he leapt into the air and began bringing Chimera into a position diagonally pointed down at the ground, the flat somewhat forwards. It was still in its compacted, sword mode.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered.