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Ok, I've finally finished my manifest.... and I want to test him out...
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Name: Unaori o'Vita (Uh-na-or-ee Oh-vee-tah)
Age: Eternal, looks about 17
Gender: Appears male, but 'his' form can change over time.
Title: "God of Life"
Appearance: Unaori looks nothing over the age of 17. He stands at a height of about 5'10 (178cm), and weighs about 70kg (154lbs). A few things that seem to stand out on him are firstly his bright white hair. It runs down his back, reaching down to the back of his knees and shining with an aura of light blue. The next thing they usually notice is his eyes. They glow a violet-blue colour with a white pupil, and if you stare into them, all you can see is nothingness. His face looks more mature than his actual appearance, looking more towards the age of 22. His body seems frail and weak, but he can move suprisingly fast, and his hits have quite a bit of power behind them.
He usually wears a simple white outfit... the top is a white singlet, with a pair of white, silk long pants, that become more baggy towards the bottom. Over this, he wears a white trenchcoat, but without the pockets everywhere, giving it a smooth appearance over top. His hair is usually drapped out over top of the coat, and has a weird contrast, even though they are basically the same colour. He only wears a pair of blue sandals every now and then, usually going barefoot everywhere.
Personality: A suprising mix of personailies dwindles within Unaori. Most of the time, he is calm, and quiet, tending to stay away from everybody else. When he is like this, Unaori tends to keep his head down, shuffling his feet wherever he goes. But, on certain occasions, mainly when angered or when he has the taste of blood, his actions and personality change completely. He is always seen smiling, but more of a sadistic smile than anything. He talks a lot more, but mainly its battlecries or torturing the opponent into insanity. He moves a lot quicker also, lifting his feet as if they have wings.
Abilities:
Telepathy: The ability to contact and talk to people through the mind.
Espillion: Pure light matter, control and used only by Unaori. Commonly known by the name of Espia, it is an unpredictable substance, and takes millenia to learn how to just summon it. Once it is has been controlled by the user, it can be used to create weapons, armour, and even cities. The more that is used, the more concentration is required.
Molecular Control: With this ability, Unaori can change his appearance, as well as let him move at rapid speed. With complete concentration, Unaori can also make his body either larger, or give his body extra appendages or even wings...
Summons: Unaori has an ability that allows him to summon other creatures from around the Omniverse to fight along side him.
~Knight of Elements: A simple looking knight with white armour, with a sword and shield. This knight can use the eight elements (fire, water, air, lightning, earth, ice, light, dark) to create simple spells, or can attack with his sword. Weakness: Slow.
~Cerberus: The guardian of the underworld. Having three heads, it can attack three different directions at the same time. Weakness: Back attacks.
~Vortex: A creature that looks like a black swirling mass. Attacks with limbs summoned from other dimensions. Vortex is suprisingly fast with its attacks. Weakness: Attacks are weak.
~Pixie: A small blue pixie, this is only summoned to heal Unaori. Weakness: Support only.
History: Even before the beginning of the Omniverse, there was someone who could create life. At this time, it was simply a spirit. A cold, lonely spirit... but everything evolves, and can gain a conscience. This spirit soon found its own, and began to create life. An odd flower here, an ant.... little things at first, and then, as time past, more advanced beings began to emerge.
Our story now heads to the planet Earth, several thousand millena afterwards, where the cries of a baby boy could be heard. The child was born in a small hospital, as the town only held a few hundred people. His mother and father smiled as he was showed to them, and then taken away for a few tests. A couple of hours later, the doctors returned with him, placing him in his mothers arms, and smiling. "A healthy baby boy... Congratualations." They left the two new parents with their son to let them bond. They named him Jayde, and soon the new family went home.
Being in a small country town, Jayde couldn't really go to the movies or the concerts he always heard about on the radio, and instead had to entertain himself in his own ways. The countryside was his best friend, and by the age of six, he was allowed to roam without his parents being with him. He would always be home before dark, and as long as he was happy, his parents were. He first encountered high level pain when he was wondering through the small forest close to home, and came into contact with a snake. Not exactly knowing that snake were dangerous, he went to pat it as if any other animal. The snake bit his hand, and he winced for a moment, then ran screaming back to the house, his parents well prepared for this to happen one day.
At the age of eight, he was enjoying a rainy day in, and was listening to stories of combat and fighting on the radio. Something about this seemed to spark his interest, and the next day, he went outside, and began to play fight with the trees and the air. Making his own style of combat, as he had no real teacher except his own dreams. His combos were amazing, and some of the techniques allowed him to perform stunning and graceful moves. He soon began to train with weights on his wrists and ankles, filling them with simple sand and pebbles. This went on for years, and he trained every day, using the night to relax and heal. The rain was, in his own opinion, the best time to train, as he had less grip on things, and had to try extra hard to succeed in his training.
By the age of thirteen, Jayde was fairly grown up for his age, always doing most of the household chores, and always helping anyone that needed to be helped. His body was fairly well developed, having slight muscle build over his arms, torso and legs. He stood roughly 5'2, and his hair was black as night, reaching just past his ears in length. His eyes shone with a sea green, and they were filled with happiness all the time. He still trained, but the weights he used to wear couldn't help him anymore.... he couldn't find anything to hold more than 15kgs on each limb. He discarded these, and instead began to shape rocks into new weights, using them as weightlifters do.
On his sixteenth birthday, a storm hit the small town. It cut out the little power they had, and still continued to get stronger. Jayde could almost feel something was wrong... he began to roam around the town, making sure everyone was ok. He was basically the town protector, even at his young age, everyone respected him. Everyone seemed to be hiding in there house and all was quiet except for the hard pelts of rain hitting the roofs and the random bursts of lightning. Suddenly, there was a scream....
Moving quickly, he found a black robed figure, crying in the rain. He knelt down to the figure, putting his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, and asked, "Are you ok?" The woman looked up at him, the hood of the cloak covering most of her face excluding her mouth. She wimpered for a bit, and then told him that there was a cave nearby that her child was playing in just before the storm hit. Without thinking, Jayde got up, and started running towards where to woman pointed to. As he disappeared from sight, the woman smiled, and vanished into black smoke.....
On the way there, Jayde actually began to think about a few points. One, why had he never found a cave before? He'd explored the countryside nearly everyday for over two years. He had never found a cave before... Also, why was she wearing a cloak? He had never seen anyone wear a cloak, let alone own one. And then, the last key point was that he was always up before the sun, and it had been raining before then, so why would she let her child out in the rain? He began to get suspicious, but continued on, as curiousity also flooded his mind.
After about ten minutes of constant running, Jayde finally came to a cave. He had never seen it before, and he was sure he'd explored around here before. He wondered in, lightning lighting up the entrance enough for his eyes to adjust to the dark. After the light disappeared, and the dark replaced it, he pulled out a small fire-maker he'd created, and used it to light up the tunnels. He listened, and indeed, he could hear a small child crying. He followed the sound to a small room in the cave. A small figure sat in the middle of the room, hunched up into a small ball. Jayde began to slowly walk over to the small boy...
As he entered the room, a black aura blocked off the entrance, and he spun back quickly, punching at the wall, but to no avail. He turned back to see if the boy was alright, but he was no longer there. In his place stood a tall, thin man, wearing a flowing black cloak with long, striaght white hair finishing just at his waist, and deep red eyes. He almost looked... dead. "Where's the boy?!" Jayde yelled, staring deep into those red fires of eyes. The figure simply stood there, smiling... Again, Jayde yelled, "What have you done with him?" The figure raised his hand, and the boy appeared out of black smoke...
But he wasn't the same... He looked lifeless, like the figure in black was almost puppeting him. Jayde felt a rage build inside of him, and he lept at the figure, his training kicking in. He let out dozens of punches, all which seemed to do nothing against the figure. He jumped back, and then forward again, gaining a bit of momento for flying kick. It landed straight into the figure's torso, but still nothing. Jayde was already tired, never actually having to put this much strain on his body at once.
The figure threw his head back, and let out an ear piercing laugh. "Is that all? I thought you'd be better than that... Ok, once more..... with feeling!" He stood there, his thin arms wide open. Jayde scowled at him, and lunged again, his fist raised and ready to strike. Just before he made contact, he could have sworn it glowed a slight blue colour.... But he quickly snapped back to reality when the figure tossed him to one side of the room, his head hitting the rock hard, and he felt blood begin to spill from a new wound. "Oh well, I guess this is it for you..."
The figure turned slightly, and then moved too fast for Jayde to see, appearing right before him. Without any warning, the figure raised his hand, a black substance formed a sword, and it was plunged into his heart. The final words Jayde ever heard before dying were ones from this figure. "I am the God of Death.... My name is Zetsu..." Jayde never heard the rest, as everything began to turn black, and then eventually died.
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Feeling his body floating, Jayde opened his deep green eyes, looking around him to see what had happened... although the blackness around him wouldn't say much. He moved his body to what he thought was a standing postion, and closed his eyes. As soon as his eyelids had shut, a voice began to speak to him. He could feel a warm aura around him as the voice echoed. It was calling to him, telling him to move forward, and trust in the voice... Jayde didn't have anything to lose, so he began to walk slowly.
His feet seemed to be touching something, and as he opened his eyes, a beautiful paradise shone before him. Green grass was everywhere, and just an inch high, which was the perfect height for softness and didn't irritate. Trees of all sorts grew perfectly with each other, and it seemed that they were all in bloom. Flowers of every colour and shape blossomed from every tree. Jayde took a small breath, and the scent was almost enchanting. He closed his eyes again, and let the smell take over his senses. When he opened them again, a small blue wisp of cloud was infront of him.
It was only the size of someone's hand at the moment, and it looked almost cute. Jayde raised his hand to touch it, but just before contact, the small cloud shuddered, and began to grow. Only slowly at first, the cloud gathered more of itself from seemingly nowhere, and was soon bigger then Jayde himself. The blue wisp then began to take a shape.... That of a aged man, looking to be over seventy years old, but still had perfect postore. The first thing Jayde noticed is that you could see right through him... almost like he was a ghost. Then, a voice began to echo around him, and the green plantation began to fade into darkness. In a matter of a few seconds, all that was left was Jayde and the ghost-like figure.
"You are probably wondering where you are, and who I am. Correct?" The ghost's mouth never moved once, but yet Jayde knew the voice was coming from him. Jayde's shock and fear seemed to melt away in an instant as the chost started to talk to him. Jayde nodded, and began to reply slowly. ".... Yeah, the last thing I remember before all this was being thrown against a wall by a guy with a black cloak on..... and then I'm here." The ghost looked Jayde in the eye, and the voice began again. "You were killed. But I've noticed something within you laying dormant, and decided to give you a second chance." The shock came back to Jayde.... he was dead? And this ghost was offering a second chance. Jayde's mind was racing, but he still managed to get a few words out.... ".... please continue."
A smile came over the ghost face, and then the voice began again. "Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am the God of Life. I am what created all that lives. When I want to create something, I simply add my influence over something, and life will be there soon. Now, on to your second chance. You also have a power, but it doesn't have a form yet. It is quite strong already, and if you choose to, I can alter it..." Jayde listened carefully to the ghost. He had always thought if the Grim Reaper controlled death, someone had to control life, and now he was meeting the entity. When he heard about his power, and the offer that was at stake, he said a few more words, as not to interupt too much. "What are the conditions of this agreement?"
The voice continued on to Jayde. "You will become the new God of Life. I am getting old as you can see.... I was once like you, but after a few thousand millenia, time starts to get to you. Because of your own power, you will be able to do a lot more than just creating life. That you will have to find out yourself though. Other than that, the choice is up to you...." Jayde sat down.... on what, he wasn't quite sure, but it was solid. He thought it over for a few minutes. The God of Life? He didn't really have much to lose. He was already dead, and remembering where he died, it would probably be a while before anyone found him.... maybe he could help somehow as a God? He stod up again, his eyes closed until he was standing straight. When he opened them, he said two words.... "I agree..."
The ghost faded quickly, and all that was left around Jayde was blackness again. Looking around for something to magically appear, he was disappointed to see nothing but black welcome him. Then, the blackness began to brighten up, changing quickly from black, then grey, finishing at a bright white. Jayde felt... something enter his body, and a blue aura began to appear around his feet. It began to spread up his legs, over his abdomen and quickly over his head. Once it had surrounded his body, it burst outwards like a blue flame, but Jayde wasn't hurt at all. Then, the familiar voice echoed around him... "I have given you all of my power now. Use it well...." That was the last time he ever heard that voice again.
As the voice died out, the aura began to shrink down, and Jayde began to feel his body.... change. His hair began to lengthen slowly at first, then rushing downwards, until it reached the back of his knees. It began to change colour like the room did before hand, from its midnight black to a shining white. His clothes disappated into nothingnss, the blue aura covering him, and soon replacing them with a white singlet and white silk pants. the blue aura soon began to shrink into nothing, leaving him with a white trenchcoat and a blue glow over his hair. Jayde looked at his hands, inspecting himself. He liked the new power surging through his veins, and siad to himself. "If I'm now a God, I need a better name then Jayde..." Thinking for a moment, he said his new name. "Unaori o'Vita"
Theme Song: Through Glass - Stone Sour
Basic rules. Power Character. Post a template in your post, NO SAVED SPOTS!!!
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Name: Unaori o'Vita (Uh-na-or-ee Oh-vee-tah)
Age: Eternal, looks about 17
Gender: Appears male, but 'his' form can change over time.
Title: "God of Life"
Appearance: Unaori looks nothing over the age of 17. He stands at a height of about 5'10 (178cm), and weighs about 70kg (154lbs). A few things that seem to stand out on him are firstly his bright white hair. It runs down his back, reaching down to the back of his knees and shining with an aura of light blue. The next thing they usually notice is his eyes. They glow a violet-blue colour with a white pupil, and if you stare into them, all you can see is nothingness. His face looks more mature than his actual appearance, looking more towards the age of 22. His body seems frail and weak, but he can move suprisingly fast, and his hits have quite a bit of power behind them.
He usually wears a simple white outfit... the top is a white singlet, with a pair of white, silk long pants, that become more baggy towards the bottom. Over this, he wears a white trenchcoat, but without the pockets everywhere, giving it a smooth appearance over top. His hair is usually drapped out over top of the coat, and has a weird contrast, even though they are basically the same colour. He only wears a pair of blue sandals every now and then, usually going barefoot everywhere.
Personality: A suprising mix of personailies dwindles within Unaori. Most of the time, he is calm, and quiet, tending to stay away from everybody else. When he is like this, Unaori tends to keep his head down, shuffling his feet wherever he goes. But, on certain occasions, mainly when angered or when he has the taste of blood, his actions and personality change completely. He is always seen smiling, but more of a sadistic smile than anything. He talks a lot more, but mainly its battlecries or torturing the opponent into insanity. He moves a lot quicker also, lifting his feet as if they have wings.
Abilities:
Telepathy: The ability to contact and talk to people through the mind.
Espillion: Pure light matter, control and used only by Unaori. Commonly known by the name of Espia, it is an unpredictable substance, and takes millenia to learn how to just summon it. Once it is has been controlled by the user, it can be used to create weapons, armour, and even cities. The more that is used, the more concentration is required.
Molecular Control: With this ability, Unaori can change his appearance, as well as let him move at rapid speed. With complete concentration, Unaori can also make his body either larger, or give his body extra appendages or even wings...
Summons: Unaori has an ability that allows him to summon other creatures from around the Omniverse to fight along side him.
~Knight of Elements: A simple looking knight with white armour, with a sword and shield. This knight can use the eight elements (fire, water, air, lightning, earth, ice, light, dark) to create simple spells, or can attack with his sword. Weakness: Slow.
~Cerberus: The guardian of the underworld. Having three heads, it can attack three different directions at the same time. Weakness: Back attacks.
~Vortex: A creature that looks like a black swirling mass. Attacks with limbs summoned from other dimensions. Vortex is suprisingly fast with its attacks. Weakness: Attacks are weak.
~Pixie: A small blue pixie, this is only summoned to heal Unaori. Weakness: Support only.
History: Even before the beginning of the Omniverse, there was someone who could create life. At this time, it was simply a spirit. A cold, lonely spirit... but everything evolves, and can gain a conscience. This spirit soon found its own, and began to create life. An odd flower here, an ant.... little things at first, and then, as time past, more advanced beings began to emerge.
Our story now heads to the planet Earth, several thousand millena afterwards, where the cries of a baby boy could be heard. The child was born in a small hospital, as the town only held a few hundred people. His mother and father smiled as he was showed to them, and then taken away for a few tests. A couple of hours later, the doctors returned with him, placing him in his mothers arms, and smiling. "A healthy baby boy... Congratualations." They left the two new parents with their son to let them bond. They named him Jayde, and soon the new family went home.
Being in a small country town, Jayde couldn't really go to the movies or the concerts he always heard about on the radio, and instead had to entertain himself in his own ways. The countryside was his best friend, and by the age of six, he was allowed to roam without his parents being with him. He would always be home before dark, and as long as he was happy, his parents were. He first encountered high level pain when he was wondering through the small forest close to home, and came into contact with a snake. Not exactly knowing that snake were dangerous, he went to pat it as if any other animal. The snake bit his hand, and he winced for a moment, then ran screaming back to the house, his parents well prepared for this to happen one day.
At the age of eight, he was enjoying a rainy day in, and was listening to stories of combat and fighting on the radio. Something about this seemed to spark his interest, and the next day, he went outside, and began to play fight with the trees and the air. Making his own style of combat, as he had no real teacher except his own dreams. His combos were amazing, and some of the techniques allowed him to perform stunning and graceful moves. He soon began to train with weights on his wrists and ankles, filling them with simple sand and pebbles. This went on for years, and he trained every day, using the night to relax and heal. The rain was, in his own opinion, the best time to train, as he had less grip on things, and had to try extra hard to succeed in his training.
By the age of thirteen, Jayde was fairly grown up for his age, always doing most of the household chores, and always helping anyone that needed to be helped. His body was fairly well developed, having slight muscle build over his arms, torso and legs. He stood roughly 5'2, and his hair was black as night, reaching just past his ears in length. His eyes shone with a sea green, and they were filled with happiness all the time. He still trained, but the weights he used to wear couldn't help him anymore.... he couldn't find anything to hold more than 15kgs on each limb. He discarded these, and instead began to shape rocks into new weights, using them as weightlifters do.
On his sixteenth birthday, a storm hit the small town. It cut out the little power they had, and still continued to get stronger. Jayde could almost feel something was wrong... he began to roam around the town, making sure everyone was ok. He was basically the town protector, even at his young age, everyone respected him. Everyone seemed to be hiding in there house and all was quiet except for the hard pelts of rain hitting the roofs and the random bursts of lightning. Suddenly, there was a scream....
Moving quickly, he found a black robed figure, crying in the rain. He knelt down to the figure, putting his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, and asked, "Are you ok?" The woman looked up at him, the hood of the cloak covering most of her face excluding her mouth. She wimpered for a bit, and then told him that there was a cave nearby that her child was playing in just before the storm hit. Without thinking, Jayde got up, and started running towards where to woman pointed to. As he disappeared from sight, the woman smiled, and vanished into black smoke.....
On the way there, Jayde actually began to think about a few points. One, why had he never found a cave before? He'd explored the countryside nearly everyday for over two years. He had never found a cave before... Also, why was she wearing a cloak? He had never seen anyone wear a cloak, let alone own one. And then, the last key point was that he was always up before the sun, and it had been raining before then, so why would she let her child out in the rain? He began to get suspicious, but continued on, as curiousity also flooded his mind.
After about ten minutes of constant running, Jayde finally came to a cave. He had never seen it before, and he was sure he'd explored around here before. He wondered in, lightning lighting up the entrance enough for his eyes to adjust to the dark. After the light disappeared, and the dark replaced it, he pulled out a small fire-maker he'd created, and used it to light up the tunnels. He listened, and indeed, he could hear a small child crying. He followed the sound to a small room in the cave. A small figure sat in the middle of the room, hunched up into a small ball. Jayde began to slowly walk over to the small boy...
As he entered the room, a black aura blocked off the entrance, and he spun back quickly, punching at the wall, but to no avail. He turned back to see if the boy was alright, but he was no longer there. In his place stood a tall, thin man, wearing a flowing black cloak with long, striaght white hair finishing just at his waist, and deep red eyes. He almost looked... dead. "Where's the boy?!" Jayde yelled, staring deep into those red fires of eyes. The figure simply stood there, smiling... Again, Jayde yelled, "What have you done with him?" The figure raised his hand, and the boy appeared out of black smoke...
But he wasn't the same... He looked lifeless, like the figure in black was almost puppeting him. Jayde felt a rage build inside of him, and he lept at the figure, his training kicking in. He let out dozens of punches, all which seemed to do nothing against the figure. He jumped back, and then forward again, gaining a bit of momento for flying kick. It landed straight into the figure's torso, but still nothing. Jayde was already tired, never actually having to put this much strain on his body at once.
The figure threw his head back, and let out an ear piercing laugh. "Is that all? I thought you'd be better than that... Ok, once more..... with feeling!" He stood there, his thin arms wide open. Jayde scowled at him, and lunged again, his fist raised and ready to strike. Just before he made contact, he could have sworn it glowed a slight blue colour.... But he quickly snapped back to reality when the figure tossed him to one side of the room, his head hitting the rock hard, and he felt blood begin to spill from a new wound. "Oh well, I guess this is it for you..."
The figure turned slightly, and then moved too fast for Jayde to see, appearing right before him. Without any warning, the figure raised his hand, a black substance formed a sword, and it was plunged into his heart. The final words Jayde ever heard before dying were ones from this figure. "I am the God of Death.... My name is Zetsu..." Jayde never heard the rest, as everything began to turn black, and then eventually died.
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Feeling his body floating, Jayde opened his deep green eyes, looking around him to see what had happened... although the blackness around him wouldn't say much. He moved his body to what he thought was a standing postion, and closed his eyes. As soon as his eyelids had shut, a voice began to speak to him. He could feel a warm aura around him as the voice echoed. It was calling to him, telling him to move forward, and trust in the voice... Jayde didn't have anything to lose, so he began to walk slowly.
His feet seemed to be touching something, and as he opened his eyes, a beautiful paradise shone before him. Green grass was everywhere, and just an inch high, which was the perfect height for softness and didn't irritate. Trees of all sorts grew perfectly with each other, and it seemed that they were all in bloom. Flowers of every colour and shape blossomed from every tree. Jayde took a small breath, and the scent was almost enchanting. He closed his eyes again, and let the smell take over his senses. When he opened them again, a small blue wisp of cloud was infront of him.
It was only the size of someone's hand at the moment, and it looked almost cute. Jayde raised his hand to touch it, but just before contact, the small cloud shuddered, and began to grow. Only slowly at first, the cloud gathered more of itself from seemingly nowhere, and was soon bigger then Jayde himself. The blue wisp then began to take a shape.... That of a aged man, looking to be over seventy years old, but still had perfect postore. The first thing Jayde noticed is that you could see right through him... almost like he was a ghost. Then, a voice began to echo around him, and the green plantation began to fade into darkness. In a matter of a few seconds, all that was left was Jayde and the ghost-like figure.
"You are probably wondering where you are, and who I am. Correct?" The ghost's mouth never moved once, but yet Jayde knew the voice was coming from him. Jayde's shock and fear seemed to melt away in an instant as the chost started to talk to him. Jayde nodded, and began to reply slowly. ".... Yeah, the last thing I remember before all this was being thrown against a wall by a guy with a black cloak on..... and then I'm here." The ghost looked Jayde in the eye, and the voice began again. "You were killed. But I've noticed something within you laying dormant, and decided to give you a second chance." The shock came back to Jayde.... he was dead? And this ghost was offering a second chance. Jayde's mind was racing, but he still managed to get a few words out.... ".... please continue."
A smile came over the ghost face, and then the voice began again. "Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am the God of Life. I am what created all that lives. When I want to create something, I simply add my influence over something, and life will be there soon. Now, on to your second chance. You also have a power, but it doesn't have a form yet. It is quite strong already, and if you choose to, I can alter it..." Jayde listened carefully to the ghost. He had always thought if the Grim Reaper controlled death, someone had to control life, and now he was meeting the entity. When he heard about his power, and the offer that was at stake, he said a few more words, as not to interupt too much. "What are the conditions of this agreement?"
The voice continued on to Jayde. "You will become the new God of Life. I am getting old as you can see.... I was once like you, but after a few thousand millenia, time starts to get to you. Because of your own power, you will be able to do a lot more than just creating life. That you will have to find out yourself though. Other than that, the choice is up to you...." Jayde sat down.... on what, he wasn't quite sure, but it was solid. He thought it over for a few minutes. The God of Life? He didn't really have much to lose. He was already dead, and remembering where he died, it would probably be a while before anyone found him.... maybe he could help somehow as a God? He stod up again, his eyes closed until he was standing straight. When he opened them, he said two words.... "I agree..."
The ghost faded quickly, and all that was left around Jayde was blackness again. Looking around for something to magically appear, he was disappointed to see nothing but black welcome him. Then, the blackness began to brighten up, changing quickly from black, then grey, finishing at a bright white. Jayde felt... something enter his body, and a blue aura began to appear around his feet. It began to spread up his legs, over his abdomen and quickly over his head. Once it had surrounded his body, it burst outwards like a blue flame, but Jayde wasn't hurt at all. Then, the familiar voice echoed around him... "I have given you all of my power now. Use it well...." That was the last time he ever heard that voice again.
As the voice died out, the aura began to shrink down, and Jayde began to feel his body.... change. His hair began to lengthen slowly at first, then rushing downwards, until it reached the back of his knees. It began to change colour like the room did before hand, from its midnight black to a shining white. His clothes disappated into nothingnss, the blue aura covering him, and soon replacing them with a white singlet and white silk pants. the blue aura soon began to shrink into nothing, leaving him with a white trenchcoat and a blue glow over his hair. Jayde looked at his hands, inspecting himself. He liked the new power surging through his veins, and siad to himself. "If I'm now a God, I need a better name then Jayde..." Thinking for a moment, he said his new name. "Unaori o'Vita"
Theme Song: Through Glass - Stone Sour