Zombehs

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

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RWBY: Deep Blue

While Khalis might have slipped past Perry’s notice, the same could not be said for the Beowolf that had crept up to the other student. Its bloodlust was more than enough to send tingles running up his spine, even ignoring those of its pack that followed from further away. Turning to look at the bushes, he raised an eyebrow at the other boy’s strange antics. ‘What an odd one,’ he thought to himself as he continued to observe. By the time he realized that he might very well find himself in a partnership with the odd student, the boy had already turned around and sealed the deal. With a sigh as the boy jumped away from the Beowolf’s claws, Perry shook his head. It seemed his partner was awfully talkative, regardless of the situation.

“While I’m sure it cares for your thoughts on it, perhaps you should kill it now?” His voice was soft, but it was accompanied by the mechanical hiss of Blast Bicell unfolding. As if drawn by their pack member’s aggression, numerous Beowolves stalked out of the bushes around the pair with even more lurking behind, red orbs gleaming with bloodlust. Twirling around the massive weapon idly, he strolled towards the nearest Grimm and grinned as nothing but hate filled its eyes. One decided to charge, but with a simple lunge Perry put an end to that. Hefting the impaled Grimm off the ground as it clawed in vain at the lance tip buried through its chest, he sent it flying through the air with a flick of its arm. As if its body hitting a tree and crumpling to the ground lifelessly was a signal, the pack burst into a flurry of action and charged towards the most obvious threat around.

Threads of Power

KaelRavenheart said
I can make an exception on the appearance. If you don't refer to yourself as lich, you may have the phylactery and not be undead. Your soul would be tied to it and it would have to remain on you, or at least close by, because if it is destroyed, then so are you. It can be destroyed by any magical damage, but is immune to normal damage.

Okay, that's exactly what I was going for, so perfect.

Threads of Power

KaelRavenheart said Zombehs- I'll allow the horcrux like object under the following condition. Unlike a horcrux, if someone else gains possession of it, they have the power over his life, causing him pain or even killing him if they wish. This could also be used as a means of controlling him. If you don't want that condition, then you can make it a phylactery, which is a small container that holds his life force, but grants no power to anyone who holds it beyond the fact that if it is destroyed, so is your character.

But a phylactery would mean he's a full Lich with the appearance and what not? Cause even with the Soul Gem (I'm settling on this cause they function exactly the same way), he's still limited to only controlling his own body. It's not like he'd be able to hop around to any vacant body he finds.

RWBY: Deep Blue

Sure, why not.

RWBY: Deep Blue

Surprisingly, the school grounds were more than large enough for him to explore all the way until the sun came down. Granted he had spent a good deal of time in the central tower. Though he wasn’t able to ascend to its highest levels as that seemed to be Ozpin’s office, but even with the limited access Perry was still able to get a fantastic view. All the more so when he probably broke a few safety regulations and climbed out a window that probably wasn’t meant to open. As his legs dangled off the ledge, he sighed, relaxed, and took in the amazing sight that was laid out in front of him. With the sun falling over the horizon, painting the sky with flames, Perry passed the time away.

Eventually, when the chilly late night breeze reminded him of the time, he clambered back inside the building. Walking through the Academy with only his footsteps as company gave the school an eerie sort of atmosphere, though it wasn’t unpleasant. Not when compared to patrolling the edge of camp with shadows, and the creatures that lurked within them, clawing at the light’s edges. Following the path that led back to the Main Hall, Perry was almost sidetracked by the music that drifted through the otherwise silent night. Though he paused to listen, he didn’t look for the source. It was a slow, mournful piece and he didn’t feel like intruding on the moment. With the tune in his mind he continued back to the Main Hall.
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Gathering amongst the other first years at the cliffs, Perry had a slight look of disbelief when Miss. Goodwitch revealed how their partners would be selected. While he wasn’t averse to working with others, he did at least like to know who they were beforehand. Suspecting there wasn’t much point in arguing with the odd pair of staff members and that he wouldn’t be allowed to pass if he simply refused to make eye contact with any other individual, Perry stepped up to the plate alongside his peers.

When the platform threw him up into the air, Perry took the time to observe others’ landing strategies. While others relied on their equipment, or elaborate movements to bleed off the momentum, Perry’s method was simplistic. With his feet braced in front of him, and Aura activated, branches essentially exploded when he smashed through them before finally coming to a halt. Stepping out of the furrows he’d made when coming to a halt, Perry brushed a bit of dirt off himself before finally looking around. There were no Grimm in the immediate area, but given he’d landed quite a bit from his objective, Perry was more than willing to be he’d run into some along the way. Blast Bicell was kept sheathed for convenience’s sake though. He might have wielded the weapon skillfully, but carrying the massive thing was a pain, all the more so in a forest where branches and what not would get in the way.

And the Dead Shall Rise

Well apparently his assistance wasn’t needed as the girl managed to get off the interstate without much trouble. He lost complete sight of her when she entered the woods, and given the buildings in the way he didn’t imagine he’d see where she’d exit. ‘What to do now?’ he thought to himself as he debated on pursuing the matter further.

His thoughts were interrupted when movement on a distant building caught his attention though. Though it was a few hundred meters off the silhouette of a body climbing a ladder to the rooftops was distinct enough that he didn’t miss it. She seemed to be scouting out the commotion below her if the rifle, its shape also distinctive, she held at aim was anything to go by. Then the Walkers began to stir as a car alarm came to life, probably drawing every Walker within a mile at the least. At least he wouldn’t have too much trouble getting closer if he wanted to now; a quick peek from the edge of the roof showed Walkers swarming towards the commotion.

Crowbar in hand, Alex peered out into the street. There were only a few Walkers in sight, but they paid him no attention, the car alarm making them utterly oblivious to his presence. Eyeing a nearby alley, and seeing it was empty as far as he could tell, he nudged the door open. Booking it, he crossed the open street and into the alley, his footsteps drowned out by the distant alarm. Taking a moment, he surveyed his surroundings again now that he was closer, making sure there actually weren’t any threats lurking about. If there weren’t he’d continue forward. Though the alleys were no doubt a winding maze of their own, he was confident in his ability to navigate them and get closer to the other survivors.

Threads of Power

KaelRavenheart said Damien Graves is accepted, but needs quite a bit of nerfing. First, he cannot be a lich unless he looks like a lich. He would definitely be undead, so he would look like an undead, decayed or shriveled. The phylactery is almost always a small container with certain elements in it, rather than a solid piece. I like your death knights, but the female will not be able to do any magic besides minor necromancy.

Figured lich wouldn't encompass it. Something akin to the Soul Gems of Madoka or Horcruxes from Harry Potter would probably be more accurate to describe it. He isn't so much Undead as his soul possesses and manipulates his body from within the phylactery. If that's unacceptable, than yeah, I'll change it.

And the Dead Shall Rise

Yeah, damn this is moving quick.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

His stroll through the Training Grounds was about on par for what he expected. He greeted a few lower years who were in the halls like he was, stepped into a few buildings in use to look in on others’ training, and spoke with one of the staff members, Mr. Seor, that was in charge of the Grounds. Before he could leave though, the man called for him. Turning at his name, he paid attention as the teacher explained that apparently one of the fourth year teachers wanted a few fifth years to put on a demonstration for his class when they came in. Given he had stayed the lunch period on his own accord, the man figured Raule wouldn’t mind too much. “If you can get me out of the class I have at the time, then certainly,” he answered with a grin.
"Sorry Raule, but Dr. Li's bringing them down at 8 today."
“Tsk.” A small scowl formed before he cleared his expression and shrugged, “Sure, I wouldn’t mind I guess.”
“You just wait around at arena four around 19:55 then. I’ll let you know when everything’s good to go. And don’t bother with your weapons, I don’t need you to actually wreck the dummies. You’ll be fine as is.”

Well, it was good to hear that he wouldn’t have to go back to his room to grab his equipment. Given his fighting style, he didn’t carry the metal gauntlets and greaves around him on a daily basis. While he couldn’t say they were uncomfortable, Raule nevertheless prefered to walk around without them if he could. With a nod, he left Mr. Seor to his own business and left the Training Grounds. Lunch period was almost over and he still had classes, none that he’d manage to slip out of sadly enough, afterwards.
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As he entered the arena, it wasn’t a surprise to find it empty. He had come a bit earlier than Mr. Seor had told him to, figuring it would be for the best if Dr. Li was a teacher that took his timings seriously. Sighing, he strode up to the actual ring and took a seat on the edge as he waited for the “audience” to show up and get seated so the show could get on the road. He still had no idea if Mr. Seor had found any other fifth years to participate, but hopefully he had or the demonstration would be rather short or boring.