The night had shown no signs of change. As the heart shaped moon hung in orbit over the blackened world of Arcadia, the ascension of the Emperor beyond the sky hadn't quite happened. The feverish pitch of steel clamored along the bridge of the flagship. Wide open space, as former mercenary Salforge and General FLLFFL occupied in a heated quarrel. Beside them, a calm and untethered man that had shackles between his legs and arms.
A glimpse of the moon as he looked up, before the sound of a bladed armament made quick work of the chains. Protruding from his chest, and then making its way back. These eyes were those of a murderer, a killer that had done so many times without even blinking. It filtered into the open air as an intense sensation of blood lust was ripping off his very body down to his feet, and out of his tightly balled fist. In his vision, a woman, but not just any, she whom had obstructed him from his mission.
"If I can't do away with him, then you'll have to take his place."
Justice's words were said with a sense of unhinged emotion, pushing the sense of seriousness and urgency along quietly. Looking at his hand, it twitched almost unsettling, his body began to ungulate and chains sprang forward, about ten in total surfing around his exterior making him something of an atom. Linking together they flowed and ran together, racing at such an incredible pace, then he looked again drawing unrelenting eyes to direct his intent towards the woman.
"This Empire can conquer reality if it has to, but i'll see to it that the cycle of death never stops."
He erupted into a very callous and unforgiving laugh.
Spoiler ShowName: Justice Black
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: Justice is a very simple-minded yet strangely calm man. He can be fairly apathetic and shows little interest, but he is not some negligent fool. His eyes are unlike his disposition, as he bares a fierce tenacity and vigor behind them. Justice can be sardonic, heroic, charismatic, and even overbearing when among hostiles. His attention to detail and focus are deadly tools that complement him on all sides.
Appearance:
Justin is about five feet and nine inches in height. He has really short hair, a dirty-blonde in color, and a messy look but tamed to somewhat of an oval appearance. He is a Caucasian male in appearance but has a fairly nice bronze shade of skin, as if he'd been on a tanning bed.
His build is toned in the mid section, his arms are long and of adequate extensions and smooth. Both of his eyes are a stunning gray color, at a distance mistaken for blue eyes. His disposition is very dull and boring, at times occupied by a cigarette and a layback, yet sardonic attitude.
He wears a rosary of christ around his neck, because occasionally he prays for himself, but he gives a say on to God for his victims and torture subjects. Bearing a black jean jacket, a navy blue thermal, beneath a dark grey shirt. His bottoms are thick black jeans, a chain is suspended from the belt loop and side pocket just as an accessory. On his fingers, he wears a ring with a crucifix upon it on his right ring finger. On the left hand a wrist band, and two finger bands between his pinky and index finger.
Faction: Prisoner of The Empire/Lieutenant
Weapon:
Kakugane CXV (115)Powers/Abilities:
Medieval Darkness - holding his kakugane in his hand it transforms into a small cube. The cube itself is very special, and is able to summon from it chains, frames, and blades even. Justice is able to call ten different extensions at one time at his beck and call.
Busou Renkin!
Black Justice - Justice merges with his kakugane and becomes a walking torture device. He is able to augment his very limbs to do his bidding, generating hi-powered vibrations that can lacerate through barriers and most magics. His blades are shaped in a different variety and able to hit at all angles and all ranges up to thirty meters. Justice has capabilities most fluently to torture and restrain multiple individuals or otherwise victims that fall pray to his chains, frames, and blades.
Justice doesn't really have any powers or abilities beyond his complete and brilliant study of chaos theory to such an extent he is able to emulate a butterfly effect with his set ups, prudent planning, and cunning. It should be noted that he is also at the peak of physicality, quite agile, and able to do hand to hand combat at an advanced caliber. Justice is also fairly strong, he can lift five times his body weight of 210 lbs. Easily lifting half a ton without a problem.
Bio: 23 years ago, Justice along with his four other colleagues experimented on a project meant to merge the heart to an object. In the success, his ascension to an alternative existence and altered appearance were the results of this intervention. His colleague Salforge, responsible for releasing his heart, and the others to make the project a success.
Emotion was the key to becoming human. Through having a rough time adjusting to not being able to eat or lavish himself in the pleasures of a human's existence. Justice did things he was not proud of...he killed, he executed, and he murdered all in the name of survival. Killing became a curse of his, upon one day he'd stumbled onto the empire's homeworld of Disney Castle. Having taken the time at hand, and brutalizing the guards, he was apprehended by two men. Garforge Temblin and Clement Capricious, two soldiers in the emperor's elite guard, his commanders.
Justice sat caged and a prisoner of the empire for years, where he grew more drawn towards feeling. Eventually invoking his change and becoming human again. He sat as a prisoner until General O'nam swore revenge on Salforge and he'd use Justice's deranged abilities to devastate and slaughter Salforge without fail. In the back of Justice's mind, he'd abandoned the hatred, but if it meant his survival he would do as O'nam wished.
A glimpse of the moon as he looked up, before the sound of a bladed armament made quick work of the chains. Protruding from his chest, and then making its way back. These eyes were those of a murderer, a killer that had done so many times without even blinking. It filtered into the open air as an intense sensation of blood lust was ripping off his very body down to his feet, and out of his tightly balled fist. In his vision, a woman, but not just any, she whom had obstructed him from his mission.
"If I can't do away with him, then you'll have to take his place."
Justice's words were said with a sense of unhinged emotion, pushing the sense of seriousness and urgency along quietly. Looking at his hand, it twitched almost unsettling, his body began to ungulate and chains sprang forward, about ten in total surfing around his exterior making him something of an atom. Linking together they flowed and ran together, racing at such an incredible pace, then he looked again drawing unrelenting eyes to direct his intent towards the woman.
"This Empire can conquer reality if it has to, but i'll see to it that the cycle of death never stops."
He erupted into a very callous and unforgiving laugh.