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Basically I'm bored as hell and want to battle somebody,anyone can come at 2-1 or 1-1 yes I'm being crazy I could care less so want to fight badly,since I haven't been as active in the challenge section.I can understand If tehre's a somebody out there who's to wussy or afraid to they're ass to kicked to ne,and I won't say anything I,ll just laugh at your face. So If you want to not look terrible then challenge me. Defeat me and prove that you can actually defeat me.That's why I say bring it!


Battle ground:

Abandoned city: After a surprise attack by a terrorist organization known as the Neo-Nazi's the city has been utterly destroyed with nothing but sadness,anger hatred,and the scent of death everywhere.Evil creatures known as the Darklings black terrible creatures and known as experimentations of the Nazi's.Only a few people live here to this day.However, either are victimized by the organization and used for expermiments or try and find they're way to get out of the blood bathed city,or still call It home.



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Comments are allowed
Must be literate
Follow Morpheaus's rules and regulations
No oneliners or spamming (You will die)
No flaming
Try your best,and try not to die too fast!

Judge 1: Trunks

Judge 2:

Judge 3:

(If there is no winner within 2 days the judges or I shall stop the battle and shall rate the performance of both my opponent and myself.Ya dig?)



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Name: Kyo Kazuki
age: (Appears 16) Is really 4000 years old
gender:Male
Appearance:
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Weapon(s): Dark saber (In pic),throwing daggers,small knife,Spike bombs,Spike bombs,Caltrops, 2 Semi automatic gun pistol,Fist

personality: Cold,merciless,Kind,Cruel,twisted,deceitful,loves death,sad,unsocial,hates the dead as well as hell.Is quick to pick a fight with anyone who he thinks is strong.He fights with ferocity, and often extreme cruelty, rarely shooting to kill until his target has been totally disabled and humiliated, His playfulness and massive ego make him give enemies a chance to kill him before retaliating, just to demonstrate his enormous powers.He is sadistic,and enjoys pain more then anything.Kyo has strong emotions for his loved ones,and his mother and father,and will rip apart any who insult them.

Powers: After being stabbed by his mother Kyo is gifted with a series of darkness, in his conquest for vegance,Identity,and so on.One of his powers into a devil,being a heir to hell,Vast speed,When badly injured but Kyo is able to regenerate,he can also transform parts of his body into anything he wishes, he is gifted with the powers of summoning the souls of the dead and having them fight for him, Kyo is also able to shapeshift,and can transform parts of his body,psychokinesis he is able to absorb bullets,One of Kyo's most latent and powerful abilities is being able to forge weapons out of his own bones,and use them against his enemy.With this ability he is able to draw upon the greatest blades of darkness. Such as the bird of Herme's greatest blade which were pinned to to the creation of being Such as Archangel and LA'veyan born from the innards of Leviathan and which Kyo absorbed. He has managed to create a barrier with his malevolent powers,Clones can be made out of his own blood,can create a Miasma from his body as well which contains poison being a hellspawn.As well as recover,however slowly,he is able to also teleport,and walk through walls,He can shed his skin as well whenever severely hurt,and repair any damage done to his body.He is capable of firing blasts of necroplasmic energy,Telekinesis,Astral projection,Is able to use hypnotism and make his victim remember any terrible flashback,has remarkable strength Telepathy Is able to shape shift to anything he wishes,can take power of the person's blood he licks,he can form weapons from his own blood.

Dark form stage 1 Soul strife:
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Description: This form Kyo is now a servant of death able to reach into his body and form weapon(s) out of his own flesh and use them against his enemy.He is able to travel through the shadows,as well as tranform into a swarm of bat's,as well release chains from his body and attack.His last ditch effor attack with his costume,is use his soul with him,and strike with powerful beam of light that go in all direction,he can use this attack to either take control of another body,or attack.

Dark form stage 2 Darkness knight: His his color,and face,and flesh are turned to black armor and he has the face of a pirahna,and his eyes are red,and he carries a sword at least 3 feet long. Here pic
Dscription: In this form, Kyo loses all sight of who he is,and enhances his physical as well as mental instabilities,increase his Necroplasmic energy,all of these characteristic will make his fighting skills increase exponentially. In doing so his body will damage his body.


XD His best form yet.

Dark form Lost soul of sadnessKyo manifest himself Into a devil or any other words a shadow of the fall angel Lucifer.He is able to increase his Necroplasmic,and his speed is Multiplied times 1000 better,far more efficent then his last transformation.His regeneration,Is quicker,and he can shapeshift parts of his body.However, the longer he's in this form his bones begin to quake.Here

Hell spawn form Wings of Darkness Luther His face Is covered by a helmet In cased in Pure black and resembles that of a hawk,and he has extremely long wings.In this form Kyo has transcended his humanity,although has a limit amount of time to be able to stay in this form for his soul will be torn apart and trapped in Hell til the end of Eternity,unless his mind remains calm.Kyo is able to compress and disenegrate the reality In any area of atmosphere.Alongside that he is able to damage the Astral body of a person,Instead of they're physical body (Soul) ripping them limb by limb.He Is able to also manifest himself anything that is formed from darkness or corpses or anything else, and Is also allowed to use Pychic powers.He can open a void in space as well.In this form his skills are raised to they're max. Here



Bio:He was born into a loving family with two young brothers, one enigmatic,brother who is known to be mysterious,as well as one old sister who is in college.

He born with all the happieness in the world,nothing could unrival it,no matter what.However, not all was well with Kyo as one day it was mother's day and he was waiting for his ,mother to come home,so he could greet her with his birthday gift.

Expecting his mother to come home late he waited all night for her.Sadly,however, he discovered his mother had died in car crash as her car had fallen into the river,however no body was found.

Things in Kyo's family changed,dinner was late,and Kyo was getting into fights more often,and thrown into jail.Kyo's father also became more abusive and would beat him.

one night while in bed Kyo spotted his father,who tried to stab at him with a kitchen knife,Kyo barely dodged and punched the knife out of his hands.His father charged at him again,but this time Kyo countered and stabbed him right through the heart.Shockingly on that night he killed his own parents left his father.

After that things went from bad to worse,as Kyo was now the only one to take care of his family,and people suspected them of not having parents and were planning to take them to the orphanage.

One night,Kyo went to the church to pray,as he slept at the church he spotted a figure who stood above him,his mother who stabbed him with a golden knife.

A century has gone by now.

Kyo was resurrected from a grave his body was now deformed and resembled a corpse and he was re-age to the age of 16,and was gifted with powers of the undedad and strange magic.

Wandering the streets of the living,he discovered his only relatives had died,and found an old man who taught him how to control the powers of the dead,and turn into a figure of hell,or otherwise known as Soul strife

Now, making a deal with the devil he could serve heaven or hell.

Now he is on the verge of death and destruction.
 
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Name: Glade La’Terre

Nickname: The UltraCold End / The Shame of Demise

Age: 396 Novyalian years. He appears to be in his late twenties in human years.

Gender: Male

Home World: Novyal

Race: Novyalian

Appearance: Glade has a deep tone of green as his hair color. It has no true style, and it goes a few centimeters past his ears. He has a light skin tone, and light blue eyes, these being somewhat small. His nose is small and flat, and his face always wears a dull expression. A blank stare, with his mouth a cross between a frown and a smile. When he has an idea or a plan, one can see this blank mouth expression shift if only just slightly to a minor smile. He wears a plain white shirt with strange, black designs scattered throughout it, along with black baggy trousers. These trousers have a design of white vines in random places, in an attempt to mesh the colors. Over these two articles of clothing, he wears a long, silver cloak. From the bottom, black colored designs of vines rise upwards, and divide along the cloak’s back . He wears this unbuttoned most of the time, so from the front one can briefly see his shirt and trousers. On top of this cloak is a black cape. It covers Glade’s back, and the bottom is very jagged and looks ripped. He wears a gold necklace, which has a deep purple dragonstone implanted into it.

Personality: Glade is not a cruel man in any way. He is quiet, as if he is always reminiscing about his troubles. He feels it is his duty to help anyone he can, but for the same reason, he is full of rage. Yet, it is not to the point where one would think he had multiple personalities. He is the type of man who holds grudges to an extreme extent, and “wants” to be evil, but he is too soft. This in no way means he is frail on the battlefield. Glade fights for the good of the Omniverse, but has an ambition many would not understand. Being extremely unpredictable, and having enough motivation to carry him through, Glade is a ferocious fighter.

Weapon:

Vidofnir- Glade utilizes a small collection of weapons. Along with the basic shurikens, throwing knives, and needles, he carries a massive lance called Vidofnir. The shaft is the size of him in length, and it is made of the most beautiful white pearls in the Earth’s ocean. The head is made of glistening emeralds that were mined in Novyal. The reason he only has one main weapon is because it also has many defensive capabilities. As if it has a mind and conscience, it protects Glade divinely. Albeit, he is a man of defense, but the reach of his lance has caused more demise then you can imagine. On the bottom of the shaft is a purple gem. He never has used it in battle, and only he knows of it’s great importance.

Element: Ice

Glade manipulates and transmutes ice. To a lesser extent, he can make a gas or a liquid into ice, as well as working with ice to his will. When he has a supply of it, he can work at unbelievable speeds, but when he has none, he must extract water particles from the air. This takes more time, but gives Glade an edge in any arena. When actual ice is at his disposal, he can elongate it, absorb it, and manipulate it. This is somewhat a combination of a freak accident and a normal happening, as when Glade’s life took an unexpected turn, he had the opportunity to look at this as a blessing or a curse.

Abilities:

Ice Clones: Self explanatory. Manipulating ice in the shape of a human, Glade can’t supply them with free will or feelings, but he can give them one thing- demands. With only a mind, they listen to him, taking orders. Although they are ice, they are flexible, so they can latch onto someone or something, freezing them, or sometimes merely acting as a nuisance. Although, they are not entirely ice, Glade telepathically controls the water particles, making them somewhat “slush clones”. Their purpose remains the same, yet more versatile.

Frozen Defenses: Putting his power into his ice momentarily, Glade can make the ice act as a “shield” so to speak. By focusing his power on one specific piece, (not limited by size) he can have it defend him, launch it at someone, surround him like a coating, etc. Overall, it can be very lethal depending on the way he uses it.

Blizzard: Another self explanatory weather effect. Honing every water particle in the clear air to his will, Glade can rise a vicious blizzard. Although snow is not his specialty, it can still take a massive effect in battle.

Teleportation: Using the water particles as a “guide”, Glade can dissipate and recombine his molecular structure over short spans due to the fact what makes up the foundation of his body is also in the air.

Biography: Glade was born on Novyal, the first place where his life become an unorthodox journey. Before his life is even ventured into, his birth must be brought up. Yes, even as an infant, he was on a wild ride. His father Audhulma, and his mother Ivaldi were hiking up North. What made Novyal such an interesting world was that all four sections were immensely different. The South was barren wasteland, with small buildings and refuges built every couple of miles. The East was the rain quarter, full of monsoons, and torrential downpour every day of the year. The West a normal town, and yet, at the time, some unexplained weather effect let it to hail and sleet every day.

The Northern area was sheer cold, reaching temperatures such as negative forty degrees. The other areas had some... “strange” conditions, but hardly anyone settled up North. These four regions had no names, they were simply deemed their namesake, that being the direction they were. When his mother was seven months pregnant, and had no expectations of Glade being a pre-me, she agreed to go on one last “adventure” with her husband. When they had a child, everything would of course change, so the dynamic duo wanted to experience thrills one more time.

Oh, what a thrill they would get.

Going on a hiking expedition up North, a massive blizzard started. The cold could be dealt with using heaters and other futuristic necessities, but when a snowstorm emerged, problems came. Deciding to take refuge in a massive igloo that was set up by the theocracy dead north for any unlucky visitors, Ivaldi’s water broke in seemingly the worst possible time. Having some healing practice from being a hero in the fall of his nation, Audhulma had the ability to deliver his son. Just narrowly making it to the igloo in time, Glade “came out”, solving one problem, yet another of course remained. The blizzard.

Being exposed to the extreme cold with no proper care for a baby so young, Glade almost died of frostbite. Luckily, rescuers arrived on the almost impossible struggle back home, and Glade was immediately taken into safety. Audhulma and Ivaldi returned to their home, which was in the dead center of all four regions, an amazing vacation spot. With massive new found relief, Audhulma and Ivaldi returned to their jobs, waiting for Glade to get better for them to take him home from the hospital. A month later, they got a call, saying Glade’s illness had been treated. But when they arrived, they had another unpleasant surprise.

When Glade was born pre-me, he had a massive virus from an undeveloped immune system. When he got frostbite, this took over the infection, creating a virus that had the same effect, yet it had an unreleased “cold factor”. The doctors did not know he had the virus, so when they treated the frostbite of the undeveloped child, they only succeeded in extracting a part of the virus, even this being accidental due to failure of knowing. With a “free domain” so to speak for the virus to now roam, it went after the most developed part of this still only eight month old baby’s body.

His hands.

His palms, to be exact. When a doctor went to touch Glade after the operation, the water percent in his body (A Novyal body structure being very similar to a human’s) all froze into ice, killing the man instantly. When Glade’s parents arrived at such pandemonium, they had nothing to do but whimper like whipped dogs. They thought they failed as parents.

Yes, this all happened in his first month of life.

It turns out, Glade now had his abnormal, STILL unexplained ice powers. Being a baby, he could in no way hone them, and with all of the power in his hands, not spread out evenly throughout his body. When the doctor touched him, Glade somehow was not used to being touched, and his fear drew all the power outward, freezing the man from the inside out. As his parents sought an explanation, and on top of that, a cure, he lived at home, a happy bubbly baby, so oblivious indeed.

Being babysat for three months, Glade’s mother and father set off to a foreign world, Tixtiom. They maintained the feather of a phoenix there, and Ivaldi crafted it into a doublet of gloves. At the end of these ninety days, they returned exhausted from this quest. Growing up, Glade had to wear these gloves- at all times.

His parents feared the possibilities, and Ivaldi had no choice but to resign from being an assassin, and home school Glade. Things went well until he became about six. Of course, he was an outcast in town, barely getting out. He did not mind, his obliviousness actually made him happier. Living in his house, occasionally going in his backyard, Glade had no worries in his life, as his parents had all of them.

When he turned ten in Novyal years, he ventured outside, promising to wear his gloves to prevent an accident. (Albeit, he still was not knowing of the purpose he wore these.) The son of the doctor who was brutally killed by Glade approached him, he of course knowing of this “freak”. This boy knew a lot of things, actually. He also knew of the gloves. Laughing at Glade, cursing at him, and coaxing him, he ripped off the innocent boy’s gloves, and Glade was devastated. Not knowing what to do, he pushed the boy, in an attempt to fight. Little did he know, the power was still all in his hands, and the boy fell to the ground limply. Grabbing his gloves, and running home crying, Glade screamed to his mom, hugging her. It did not harm her, because now he was covered, but it still brought a chill down her spine. He immediately screamed, “IT WASN’T MY FAULT! I’M SCARED! MOMMY!”, and without a single question, she knew what had happened. Weeping silently to her self, she merely said, “who?”.

Sobbing, he replied “A doctor’s son! A mean one!”

Once again, almost immediately realizing what had happened, Ivaldi called Audhulma, who immediately arrived home. They were not evil people, but since there were no witnesses, they could not let anyone know what had happened. When someone DID find the body, they thought he hyperventilated, or suffocated. With the horrific secret safe, his parents had to tell him about his powers. In a long, devastating story, they came to the conclusion he had manipulation and control of ice. With his life in a completely new direction, Glade became a quiet child. He began learning how to use his powers. He never actually used them, but in his sorrowful life, he had to do something in his spare time.

At age thirteen, there was news on a woman who went hiking north and didn’t return. Everyone knew the north was the frozen area, so Glade intently asked his parents if he could go investigate. Reluctantly agreeing, he headed north, the cold having no effect on him. After three days, he found her in a makeshift igloo, freezing. She would soon be dead. Hesitating, Glade needed to use his powers to help her. Trying to calm down for a moment, he focused his “virus” that was in his hands, and moved it throughout his whole body. He then placed a palm foward, and the ice lifted off of the woman, and the whole area seemed to...cool off. Turning all of the snow into air, Glade began to tend to the woman’s injuries. Returning her home, he was praised as a hero. Some of the people in town who knew of his secret now looked at him with respect, and some who didn’t know now were confused but happy about it at the same time. As a gift, he received two purple dragonstones from the princess (coming all the way from the castle, that being an honor), the rarest gem’s in the world of Novyal.

Placing one of then in a pendant, and imprinting it in a necklace, Glade wore it around, trying to find a purpose for the other one. His parents began to be proud of him, not afraid, and his life began turning around.

Then, one day, his father left. He didn’t explain why. He merely stated he was needed...to help fight evil again. Glade’s father’s past was very fuzzy to him in the first place, and now he was perplexed. It turns out, his father was traveling to Ashen, and fighting an epic battle. In a fight with a demon, his soul had been imprisoned, and he became a lifeless shell. Returning home just barely, he explained his tale to his wife and son, admitting his only hope would be to sacrifice his body. Although he would be gone, he would have won the fight, dying in peace and as a hero to the Ashen. He gave his son a lance, Vidofnir, and told him he needed to use melee, not always ice. In a tearful goodbye, Audhulma had departed from the living of the Omniverse, fighting a never ending epic battle with the forces of evil in a far off world.

Glade found what to put the other dragonstone on.

By the time he was fifteen, Glade came to the conclusion this virus would never leave, and would always be his source of power in ice. With his father gone, his mother and him became much closer. Training in the art of the lance, Glade found out the true purpose of the dragonstones. Divine protection...always. They originated when the ancestors of the current king and queen both had one as a symbol of their love. They promised to always protect each other. They were passed down over generation and generation to the royalty...why did Glade, of all people, receive them?

Shortly after, Ivaldi retired from being an assassin. She was needed to move southward to be a mentor to new students...a whole new wave of fighters was coming for the war ahead...a war that wasn’t spoken about at all. Why was the monarchy secretly preparing for it without telling about it? Being the best one to do it, Ivaldi could not refuse to be a mentor. She was not dead, but she would be saying goodbye to Glade for a long time. Being seventeen, he could fend for himself...and yet, he dedicated the dragonstone on his necklace to his mother. With another tearful goodbye, he promised his mother everything would be fine, and they would reunite. With a dragonstone dedicated to each of his loving parents who never gave up on him, Glade pondered what he was to do with his life. He kept his gloves as a keepsake, but did not wear them any longer. With his ice powers at full disposal, due to the virus being spread through his body, he decided to go in exile for many years to train, and became powerful...powerful enough to protect anyone he would possibly love in the future.

He remained in exile for seventy years, (keep in mind this is approximately eight human years). This “war” was in full force now. One day, Glade’s dragonstone on his necklace sparked. It turned pink for a moment..then it became deep, crimson red... It stayed like this for several days, and then it returned back to normal. The other stone was fine...Shrugging it off, the now extremely strong Glade was once again oblivious. When he dedicated the stones to his parents, they monitored the lives of the ones he loved. His father was dead, but at peace, so the stone remained purple. But his mother had been severely wounded, and was in critical condition. During those seven days, medics tried as hard as they possibly could to save her, and just barely succeeded. When her life was no longer in risk, the stone returned. Speculating this, but never having proof, Glade continued training, knowing his mother was alive. Whether it was the stone, or not, he just had that gut feeling. Returning home several years later, the war had ended, a war he had no idea even happened.

It was a Civil War, arguments arose between who was claiming the property in the north. It seemed that when Glade cleared that small area, a strange thing happened to the ecosystem, and it cleared out, revealing beautiful, empty planes. The West and the East both claimed this, and could never agree on what. Even the theocracy divided into two, each favoring one side of the argument. The South split in half amongst itself, each on one side, creating a massive world war. Ivaldi had been severely wounded, but of course survived. The war ended, leaving Glade once again oblivious upon his return.

Now being extremely strong, Glade searched for his mother, knowing she was still alive. He roams the Omniverse looking for her. He would do anything to find her, and he knew he would. It was his gut feeling...and it was the dragonstone. He knew she was fine. As a hobby, he occasionally finds himself on the battlegrounds, fighting. Perhaps, for information. He is not worried he will never see his mother, he knows he will. Glade is positive...it is just a matter of time. Still not knowing the great powers his lance held, and how it was forcefully implanted with his father’s divine protection, Glade battles opponents fearlessly and laid back, hopefully finding out anything about his mother.



Theme Song: “Fully Alive” - Flyleaf



Oh, phear the ultracold end.
 
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xXxCloud has a new character :p Im wanting to judge this.
 

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Yea, I made a new one, this having nothing to do with you and Morph think >> I'm going to be building him, so feh...right now he sucks.
 
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I would actually say that would be fair. I think you two would be a fair match for xXx. I don't think Fuzzy can take you both let alone xXx.
 
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It doesn't matter if I did or not. Im trying to make it a fair battle and not a slaughter fest.
 

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Basically I'm bored as hell and want to battle somebody,anyone can come at 2-1 or 1-1 yes I'm being crazy I could care less so want to fight badly,since I haven't been as active in the challenge section.I can understand If tehre's a somebody out there who's to wussy or afraid to they're ass to kicked to ne,and I won't say anything I,ll just laugh at your face. So If you want to not look terrible then challenge me. Defeat me and prove that you can actually defeat me.That's why I say bring it!

^^ Judges, he loses already.

Well well, here's a fun idea. Always wanted to fight with pr0nCloud and see how it works out =D.
I'll be fighting with Cloud, Fuzzy DID say he can handle a two-on-one didn't he? >D
 

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Alright, first off I can handle two people and did you not read my intro? I said I would be able to handle two people hell I don't care If theres more then that.Like I said: BRING IT ON!So hurry up and decide If you wan to face me.

xXxCloud said:
Eh....How about you two versus me? Much more interesting that way.

Dude,you wanted to challenge me plus,your dude, Is an elementalist and I'm pretty sure he won't last long,and with Kyo's final transformation your all going to lose poorly.

So anyone else besides Cloud put up your template If you wanna face me.

Breaking point said:
Well well, here's a fun idea. Always wanted to fight with pr0nCloud and see how it works out =D.
I'll be fighting with Cloud, Fuzzy DID say he can handle a two-on-one didn't he? >D

(laughs hysterically for a moment for absolutely no reason)

I won't say It again...BRING IT ON!

Or like the old saying goes..you better put up or shut up.

P.S Limitless you wanna be a judge?

P.P.STrust me I can handle this.. hurry up people.
 

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Oh, I'm sure you can.
We start tonight; you post first Fuzzy.

Name: Makyu Eramiss ~ The Wielder of Dark Light
Age: Dead, appears roughly 28
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Novod/Farplane
Species: Novodorian

Armaments: He is equipped with the two blades of legend, the heirlooms of his planet. Dragonheart and Gryphonsoul. He also carries the obsidian black stone, which holds the power to summon the obsidian dragon, a gargantuan black beast of legend. His dragon amulet allows him to take upon the form of his heart and mind, his inner most being. A small diamond has been imbedded in each of his palms, their use remains unknown to all but him. There is another item he hold with him, one of drastic important. The ring of darklight, it's powers unknown to the world of the living, none understand it's use.

Appearance:
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Cloaked "Dead" Zombie Form:
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Personality: In life, he was known as an arrogant, short tempered, yet fun loving guy. Battle was his life, the only time he was serious was when he was in a fight. He loved life, his friends, and family. In death, he has slowly become colder and more ruthless. His mind has become clearer, and his heart emotionless. Winning is his goal, and there are no limitations to victory.

Bio: Makyu was born on the planet of Novod, a peaceful and serene kingdom on the outskirts of the Sylphus galaxy. It was a beautiful planet, green and lush. Magic and strength dominated the country, the mightiest warriors fought for its peace. Makyu, was born to the king and queen of the planet, making him, the prince of Novod.

As a child, Makyu was unusual. At birth, he performed a mysterious act, driven by powerful and ancient magic. The doctor's shrugged it off, passing it by as some strange fluke, and thought nothing of it. His upbringing was erratic and unstable. Some days he'd seem to be an angel, the perfect child, and seemed even to emit a heavenly glow. On others, his mood was dark and malicious, scaring other children, and in many cases grown men. Darkness engulfed his thoughts, and as he grew older, the dark side seemed to become predominant.

When he was 6, he was sent to a private school, as the king's court advisors feared the boy's mysterious magical powers. He seemed to be able to manipulate dead, ancient magic, of phenomenal power. In this school, his tempers raged and flared like wildfire. He beat on other children, fought constantly, and was always in some sort of trouble. By the age of 7, he'd committed an unforgivable act.

He was being picked on at the school, and in an effort to avenge the wrong doings placed upon him, his temper flared, and he hunted the boys down. Anger and hatred sparked a deep magic in both him, and the planet. He killed the boys, releasing massive stores of dark magic in the process, a brutal murder.

There is a legend on Novod, the story of a dark beast, and the hero of light who would purge him. In the legend, the hero used the power of light, and the pure thoughts and hope of the people, to defeat the beast, and sacrificed his own life, to seal the beast's power away. The two powers, consuming the world's magic, merged, and were absorbed into the energy of the planet, sealing them away for eternity. Provided that the hearts of the people remained hopeful and pure, the beast would forever remain sealed.

Makyu, in his fit of dark power and rage, broke the seal. The planet began to shake, and crack. The lush greenery shriveled, and fell away dead. Novod became barren and dark, cold as night in the desert. Fearing darkness would consume them, all the planet's inhabitant fled the planet, and became scattered across the universe. Makyu's family fled to Twilight Town, where he lived until age 12, unable to remember his dark power fits, or the act he'd commited.

Here, he lived a somewhat normal life, much of the dark power he'd held drained away. When he was twelve, the yearly tournament was held. Every year, five 12 year olds were taken to the keyblader's academy, a school led by Sora himself, the legendary keywielder. Makyu trained here to control his power, unacknowledging either, and not knowing of his potential. He met three people here at the school, and the four of them became close friends. Kraf, Zack, and Raynie. Each of them all had a mysterious magical potential, or some secret power that was hidden form them.

They journeyed into the black abyss, a land of unfaltering time. There, they each faced their darkness and their fears, evils they had held in their hearts. Casting aside their distractions and undefended principles, they trained, for two years, to strengthen themselves. Makyu found out his ultimate truths. He was made from the culminated powers of the dark beast, and the legendary hero, his great great great grandfather. He had the very power of the planet itself, and held the strength to unleash it. He was both light and dark, and was prepared to utilize either, when needed. In the abyss, they met Leon, and old friend of Sora's, who had resided in the abyss for years, and had become a hermit. He trained them to release their great powers, and prepared them for their oncoming battle.

Leaving the abyss, they returned to the school, two years older, and a hundred times as strong, although only two hours had passed by. Their battle was against an oncoming heartless army. They led a thousand students, against a thousand fleets of heartless, and won. They drove the heartless into a mountain range, and were dispatched to rid them of the heartless leader. Sephiroth, the dark prince, was the leader. The four of them tried to defeat him, but he escaped and fled from the planet, leaving the heartless to be dispersed. Makyu, unable to live with his failure; left the school, his friends, and everything he knew; to chase after Sephiroth, and put him down for good.

In his ventures, he traveled the span of time; fighting alongside Sora in his first venture. He brought salvation to feudal Japan, obtaining the obsidian black gem in the process. He liberated Konoha Village from the hierarchy of the demon ninjas. He also fought in the legendary endgame tournament, alongside and against many heroes and heroines of legend. He served in AJ's imperial army as a lieutenant captain, and he fought alongside Ukiah Oregon, The Dreamer himself, against the demons of the nine circles of hell.

He reunited with his friends, ten years later, and spanned the multiverse in a final journey. The four of them, once again united, fought on many planets, raged and concluded wars, and finally completed Makyu's quest. Together, they finally put down Sephiroth, banishing him to the Farplane.

His final stretch, the last story of his life. The restoration of Novod, twilight of magic. He hosted a massive tourney, numerous heroes and fighters across the omniverse fought here against enemies both dead and alive. A happy fight it was, victory was grand. But, at twilight, Makyu lost his life. It was his destiny to die that day, for as twilight hits, and the sun falls completely behind the horizon, should he be on his home planet, his life and magic force would be taken, and returned to the planet from whence it came. Novod was a flourishing kingdom once more, and became ruled by the family Makyu had formed. His unknown wife gave birth to a son, upon her deathbed, Velkion Eramiss, the king of Novod.

Cast out of the land of the living, Makyu retreated to the Farplane, where he has lived for almost thirty years. He has not aged a bit physically, but his former power has returned to him, and in his ancient age, he has gained even more, new powers. He received a gift from the gods, the ring of dark light. The ring has the power to shine through the farplane, giving life to the dead. Makyu has finally decided to return home.........

Once more in the living realm Makyu was finally feeling the sensation of life, almost at the peak he had felt during his true lifetime. Although his very exsitence had become a sham, a half-life, he lived as if all reality were but a wave of a hand. His journey's across the ever shifting wastelands of eternity in the Omniverse had led him across a multitude of "heroes" and "heroines". He'd yet to see his childhood friends, but recognised the faces of many memorable beings.

Scaping the deepest reaches of the many levels and planes, the most distant galaxies and dimensions, Makyu encountered an ancient planet that had seemed to vanquish itself form the clutches of time. The planet itself felt virile and foreboding, as if an ever shifting omni-prescence had floated in the aura of the planet. Sarka, the brink of eternity. This was the planet's title, given to it as the planet was set on the very line between this world and the next, the final depth of the mortal plane. Here, Makyu quickly took up the ways and teachings of these people. Although they were technologically inferior to the vast portion of the mortal plane, they were on a whole nother set level of intellectual understanding.

Their eons of study had brought them to an impasse of reality, tempting to bridge the gap that they bordered and allow them to acheive ascension of the godly nature. It was said that the 4 basic elements that had culminated all physical existence; fire, water, earth, and wind; had molded together to form energy and life. It was the potent energies and limitless re-usable power supply that came from these elements that fueled everything on the mortal plane, the very cause of existence. They told him that on a sub-atomic level, the raw and ingrained power of a single element was naught but a glimpse at the limitless power posed by fusing the four together.

This was where the rumors flooded. Theories swarmed that molecular fusion of the exorcised energy emitted from the elements could indeed produce life, power, and limitless energy. They also theorised the capabilities of un-fathomable control of time and space, a sort of warp force that could rip the fibers of the mortal plane, allowing a being to enter a sort of limbo, where time stands still. Entering this limbo, one must only get to there destination, and rip the hole open again to re-enter the mortal world at the exact moment they left. A final rumour, immortality. Ascension. Godly might. The legends of the people spoke of the Sarkan diamonds that could bend this raw energy and fuse it together inside the cells of it's wielder. This user was to be...immortal....

That was 2 years ago today. Makyu has since gone from the outer rim of the mortal plane, straight into the exact center, the epicenter of the multiverse. Her lies the youngest planet of them all, the recreation of the eldest. The multiverse's catalyst planet, it marks the rebirth period of life, which is what intrigued MAkyu the most. The prospect itself seemed to represent how the young take place of the old, and bring new perspective into view. This planet had become his home, not yet inhabited by an "intelligent species." This was also where the signs of the mayhem had begun to show.

As he made his way there, he came across signs of darkness expanding like wildfire, and sought truth from the prophets of the Farplane who were surely looking the situation over with a finetooth comb. They were the ones who told him what precious little he knew about this dark entity. They warned him that he alone could not handle it, and to gather himself aid from the most powerful forces in the mortal plane to aid in the fight. He'd have to return with them, and see what else could be learned.

Theme Song: Adema ~ Immortal
 

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(That's what I intended to do anyways...Remember It's all of you against me.)

In the pacific ocean,on a large continent, a series of cities were under siege by a dark creature equivalent to the devil; The darklings representing soldier on the road are marching hand in hand,In order to wage war against enemies from afar.They continue to march______Only to die.Caught with crazy these crazy times.Who knows what the enemies feel...Deep down within their hearts.When your in toatal darkness...Nothing is visible.

They stand tall on the windblown plains.Counting the number of corpses,similar to how a child would count they're collection of marbles.In a plaza the soldiers are dancing in circlesBut they're running out of time.In order for them to be successful in they're Escape,In order for them to collect the necessary amounts of drops of blood to open they're paradise and visit the gates of hell.In order for them.....To prolong they're lives.From the clock tower at the far corner of the world,rotting shadows...Are strewn through the blood reddened fields.

Arms...Arms......Arms...Are linked together.They're laughing.The soldiers on the road are marching hand in hand,in order to wage war from enemies from afar.They continue to march,only to die,caught within these crazy times.And,they march on...And on.

As the soldiers march on,and on little resistance amongst the survivors,who instead wish to escape they're fate.Screams of agony are heard through out the cities.Humanity,Is ending...humanity Is dying,slowly breathing It's last gasp of agony before It perishes.It's offspring show they're determination,as well as they're true nature,as well as sadism.

On top of the sky scraper, a dark cloaked figure stands above It,his hands covered in blood,and his eyes filled with anger and hate.He frowns upon the destruction laid to waste of the Neon Cross city.His glare shifts to the blimp in the sky,with a tall man with glasses ,and a tuxedo equivalent to look of that of a butler,and a menacing glare looks at him through the glass window of it.A surge of emotions wash through him as he let's out a laugh through the night sky, letting out his Anger,sadness,frustration,Fear,jealousy,serenity,Anxiety,Dissappointment,calmnes,and hate, as he looked up the flames of destruction

.He knew clearly how to end the apocalypse, his philosophy"To save the world,you must annihilate all humans,as well It's destroyers the demons.He noticed a disturbance within the area,as a dark aura surrounded his body."Bring out the horsemen of the apocalypse so this never-ending night may begin...",as he looked down at the city with a smirk.
 

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OOC:......what the hell WAS that? Two things you need to know.

1) Your incessant droning, and attempts to be dark and morbid, fail miserably, as you were just droning on annoyingly.
2) With that horrid display of grammar and nonsensical rambling I can already tell you that the judges are going to rule against you. Seriously, that made my eyes bleed.

But eh, I'll just kill you all the same......

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The beggining of the end.....
The dawning of eternity.......

All life on this planet was at stake here, and the dark forces this creature was playing tempted to not only overun these people, but the creature himself seemed incompetent, and incapable of handling the power himself. Darkness was not something a novice should be toying with. It's like a child with fire, play around with and you may get burnt. Although in this case it was more along the lines of; play with it and you destroy the planet.

The devestation being laid to waste below him was growing exponentially with each passing seconds, the soliders of hell forging their path through civilization. Makyu would need to locate the architect of this phenomena before things got out of hand, and the ery foundation of the planet itself began to rupture. His eyes grazed across the horizon line, from high above the city. He stood like a hawk, floating in the sky and searching around in all direction for his prey. This, was when he sighted the, for lack of a better word, man. A zepellin floated overhead, which was what had taken the man's attention, and Makyu stared at him with piercing eyes.

He could sense the erratic and uncontained dark energy spilling out of the man's body, he had little control over his powers, and would need to be compromised. Makyu phased out of sight momentarily and re-appeared behind Kyo atop the tower, craning above the city like a looming symbol of death. Makyu approached Kyo from behind, his shadow looming over the man and creeping up his back slowly as the sun bore into them.

"You cast a heavy shade over this city, Kyo. Yes, I know your name, your mind is mine to read. I'd advise you to withdraw, or I may have to kill you....."

The wind pickled up, rustling Makyu's cloak vividly, flowing silver caught in a majestic breeze.
 

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OOC: ..............Whatever...It would help If you didn't looked at all annoying droning now wouldn't It?Since this Is a thread of action pay attention to that Instead, M'kay?

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Kyo turned around behind him and looked at Makyu with a look of sadness and fear on his face,however, his expression became twisted.He pulled out a few throwing daggers one In each hand,and sent It flying from his hands towards Makyu,not showing any signs of stopping,but backing up towards the edge,and smirked. "Come...I,ll make sure you join all those other Idiots In hell!",he shouted as he stepped off the skyscraper and was dropping at a fast rate.

His cloak began fluttering with the wind as It intensified with his drop towards the ground,he looked on with a sneer as he swiftly pulled out two Semi automatic pistols from inside his cloak and and fired shot after shot as he was falling towards the ground.His smile became all the more twisted for every shot he took, "Go to hell!" he laughed like a mad man, as If he was having the time of his life.

As the rate of his fall,and the wind's strength he gritted his teeth,and then smiled wider and then dissappeared without a trace towards the ground.He looked up above the skyscraper from where Makyu stood and was slowly gathering up energy,his eye began glowing green and then fired a dazzling stream of green light towards Makyu."Let's see you avoid that"he chuckled to himself waiting for his response.
 
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HA! He thinks he can finish us off quickly, BP? Pwn time.

Not holding grudges, but right off the bat I am telling you- don't get cocky.

EDIT: This kid's ego is really starting to piss me off. Sunday night sissy fight, no? BP, let us rape him in 3 posts just for fun =P.

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One could imagine the surprise that would follow several snowflakes forming into the shape of a man. As two competitors rambled and began a quarrel, the wind had picked up, and Glade had emerged in an intimidating-esque fashion on top of the building with Makyu. Every atom in his body glowed white for a moment, and when his radiant display settled down, he smirked. Without a second for a breather after his teleportation, he was coaxed into doing it again. As the water particles in the air guided him, he dissipated and recombined several feet away, avoiding the bullets.

Glade's foolhardy opponent was challenging as many opponents as he could at once, and even being new to the battlefield, Glade knew that Makyu Eramiss, the figure before him, was a legend. He could blow up a Multiverse if he wanted, so after a proper introduction Glade assumed he would be stuck doing the dirty terrain work and strategy.

"Well met, Wielder of Dark Light. I assume you don't know me. Glade La'terre, if you care. Ready to annhilate?"

He grabbed Vidofnir from it's resting place on his back. The wind was now in full force, acting as a torrent of darkness amongst the gusty trees. Night was the best time for a fight. The darkness, the thrill...Earthern fights were the most entertaining. Without a moment of hesitation, Glade stuck the emerald tip of his lance into the roof of the building where he stood. A blizzard commenced, as fierce as the fighting spirit inside it's maker.

Although he wasn't sure of Makyu's powers, Glade hoped he was being helpful, not a nuisance as the snow began twirling and dancing in the air, dropping the temperature significantly. Doing too much in too little time tired him, he would wait to see how Makyu countered this blast.
 
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