Death Rises - Open Challenge

[Devious]

Death, a simple but complex end to life. Few understand why it happens or how it is even allowed by God to happen. Many have lost their faith because of this tragic creation known as Death.

Ekim... Known as the successor of Death has been corrupted by the power of his scythe in which he has divided into the Ultimaeic Kamas: Profundus Obscurum and Splendens Lux Lucis which give him his powers over Death. Ekim has not shown himself as the relatively fair bringer of Death, taking those he wishes, be it their time, or his choice.

Someone must face him within Hell itself, someone must remove the power from him and return the world to its perfection in the time of Eden.

- OPEN CHALLENGE -

Rules:

General Rules apply!

1. No PP
2. No GM
3. No Kill unless it is decided via PM who has won
4. "Death Shall Fall by My Hand."

Template:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Weapons:

Appearance:

Bio:

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I will post my bio after the challenger posts theirs.

 

[Swag]

lol, death. I should let Endless Devoid take this just to show you how to really control "death", but I just feel like fighting. Temp. in a few.

Name: Setukh (Se-too-kuh)
Nickname: “The Seeker of Death Empowered”
Quote: “I seek power great enough to be called truly godly. If you stand in my way, you will die.”
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Demi-God/Man-beast
Allegiance: His allegiance is with his father, Set, and any others who align themselves with chaos.
Occupation: As of now he has no real job, he is simply looking for power.
Residence:Wherever he happens to be.
Theme Song: Killswitch Engage- "Breathe Life"



~Family~

Father: The Egyptian God of Evil and Chaos, Set.
Mother: Nephyur
Siblings: None
Married: No
Children: No

~Appearance Basics~

Height: 7’9”
Weight: 350 lbs.

Physical Appearance:

~Setukh, as the son of the god Set, has an appearance like his father. His entire body is muscular, towering above most average people. Setukh is humungous, three hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. His fist are large as well, those who have been punched by him have called them “small semi’s.” His head is that of a jackal, getting this trait from his father. His fur is jet black, allowing him to blend in with the shadows at night. His ears stay in an upright alert position at all times, and his eyes are yellow like a cat’s. He has sharp teeth, and six inch-long whiskers. The rest of his huge body is covered in fur as well, he even has a three foot long tail. His fingernails, or claws rather, are long and sharp; able to slice through many things.

Garments/Armor:

~ Setukh has adorned the clothing given to him by his father, Set. He wears no shirt, only two gold Egyptian necklaces that hang to about the middle of his upper-chest. He has two gold armbands, and a gold earring pierced in his left ear. He has on white baggy pants (think Aladdin) with a black belt around his waist. The belt buckle has a depiction of the head of a jackal on it, and protrudes a bit from his waist. He wears no shoes, as his jackal feet are more than sufficient for walking on any surface.

Armaments:

~ Suetukh has but three things he normally carries. First is the sword of Set, an obsidian long-sword with ivory hieroglyphs painted on it. The sword, whiles not only flame and break retardant, can summon forth a great snake from Set himself. The snake’s scales are extremely hard, making him immune to most attacks. The snake can eat just about anything, and its venom can kill any mortal in three seconds. Setukh is rather good with the sword, his former training still with him. The second thing Sutekh carries seems rather harmless at first. It is a glass bottle, and inside it is a beetle-like bug. This is no ordinary bug. It is a rebirth scarab, also given to him by Set. The scarab acts like normal scarabs do, burrowing under people’s skin and eating their brain, but this scarab is special. When you kill one of the scarabs, two come back in its place. An invaluable tool to have, they are very dangerous in combat. The bottle sits on his left hip, with the sword sheathed across his lower back. On his upper-back sits a large box, filled with sand. It seems to have tons of holes in it, but none of the sand escapes. The box is black, and seems to be made of solid stone. It is very heavy, thus contributing to Setukh’s strength.

~Personality~

~ Setukh is a very reclusive person. Rarely does he speak, but when he does it is something important. In situations where there is conflict Setukh prefers to watch rather than get involved. He is a very deep person, having deep thoughts about everything. He has very little sense of humor, and it is extremely rare to se him smile. He is very mellow, but when he does get angry he gets very angry and tends to growl like a dog; bearing his teeth.

~Skills~

~ Setukh has the old powers of his father Set; he has control over storms. His storm power does not give him complete control over lighting, thunder, wind, and water, but he can cause a storm and control it. For example, he can’t shoot lightning out of his hands but he can summon a storm and make it come out of the sky and hit you. While that power is good, Setukh does have some powers of his own. He can control sand, completely and totally. This justifies the box on his back, that is filled to the brim with it incase there is none around. Aside from his attacking skills, Setukh has some others as well. He has extremely good hearing, sight, and smell, making it almost impossible to sneak up on him. He can see as good at night as he can during the day, making him perfect for battle in dark places. He is also fast for his size, but not super humanly. When running long distances, he can get down on all fours to go faster.



~Biography~

Long ago, on a planet in the milky-way called earth, there was a country named Egypt. This country worshipped many different gods, and for a time they were very prosperous. Of all their gods however, only one was considered the most malevolent. His name was Set, and he was the god of Chaos and Evil. Not only was Set evil, but he was also one of the most powerful gods. This made him a very dangerous threat not only to Egypt, but to the other gods as well. They did not smite Set however, as that would throw off the balance of nature.

The gods ruled over Egypt with Pharaohs as their advocates, this going on for thousands of years. During on era, a Pharaoh had a wife by the name of Nephertity. She was considered to be the most beautiful woman in all the land, but there was another. One of her maidens by the name of Nephyur was very beautiful as well, matching, if not surpassing, Nephertity. Set saw this maiden, and immediately wanted her. He changed himself into the form of a human and raped Nephyur, the maiden becoming impregnated by the evil god. She gave birth to a child with the look of a jackal, and people thought he was a demon. They attempted to behead the boy, but the supreme god Amun-Ra intervened. Ra knew that the boy would play an integral part in the history of not only Egypt, but of countless worlds and people, and thus saved the boy. Wanting him to be someplace where an appearance such as his was common, Amun-Ra sent him to a far away planet called Coruscant.

Set had sat back and watched the entire time. He too knew the potential of his son, and had already begun to plot.

The babe was found on Coruscant by an old couple, taking the boy in as their own. He did not yet have a name, so they simply called him Jack because of his jackal-like appearance. The loving old couple up to the age of five-raised Jack, and it was at that time that the Jedi from the order had come to scout new students for the academy. The old couple sent Jack to the Jedi, and the boy never returned. It seemed jack had an unusually high amount of bitaclourients in his blood, a nutrient that was used to determine once unity with the force. Wanting the boy to live up to his great potential, the Jedi took him into the academy.

Jack made many friends while at the academy, and also became strong not only physically but mentally as well. By the age of sixteen his unity with the force rivaled even that of Master Mace Windu, and it was predicted that he would become a great Master when the time was right. At the age of fifteen Jack became a padawan, under the Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn.

The two became very close, Qui-Gon teaching Jack much of the ways of the force. Because of Jack outstanding ability, the two were assigned dangerous missions not normally given to a knight and padawan; they completed each one flawlessly. Once they took out an entire army of horrid beast that were threatening a nomad village on their own. The two even developed their own team fighting style, and it seemed nothing could stop them. By the age of eighteen Jack had become an apprentice, only one rank below a knight. The missions they were given now required more thinking and negotiating rather than sheer violence. This helped train Jack’s mind, making him quite the smart fellow.

At twenty-one, Jack became a full-fledged Jedi knight. Qui-Gon was assigned another padawan, a boy by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Jack was sent out on his first mission. It was to track two reckless treasure hunters that had traveled to a small planet looking for treasure. That planet was Earth. Jack tracked the treasure hunters to the planet, and ended up landing in a large desert. Spying some large pyramid-like buildings in the distance, Jack decided that to start there would be the best course of action. Once he made it there, Jack went inside one of the pyramids.

As he looked around, Jack saw strange symbols littered the walls. At first they meant nothing to him, but the further into the pyramid he went the more they began to make sense. He began to read, pouring over every symbol in the edifice. Finally, after he thought he had read all of it, he saw s brick protruding from one of the walls. Walking over to it, Jack pushed it in. All of a sudden, the floor below him opened and he fell into total and complete darkness.

Using his exceptional eyesight to see, he saw that these walls had symbols on them too. He began to read, but now out-loud. As he did, the symbols began to glow, and the whole room was bathed in a white light. Then, in the center of the room, appeared Set. The god looked straight into his son’s eyes, seemingly paralyzing him with fear and astonishment. Set told his long-lost child of his heritage, and of the powers that slept within him. First however, he had to forget about his use of the force. Closing his eyes, Jack allowed Set to induce him into a deep slumber. Jack seemed to sleep for ages, the memory of the power of the force leaving his mind.

Finally, after two years of slumber, Jack awoke. When he did, Set appeared to him again. His dormant powers had been awakened, and thus he needed to don his true appearance. Set also told him that his true name was Setukh, an old name of his fathers. Now fully dressed and armored, Set told Setukh of what he must do. Although Setukh was a demi-god, he could not yet live with his father. First, Set told him he must gain power worthy of a god. Once he had obtained this, he could die and come to be with Set and the rest of the gods. Wanting to know his true father more than anything, Setukh agreed to this and set off on his quest for power.

As his son left the pyramid, Set gave a devilish grin. If only he knew what was in store, thought the malevolent entity as he faded back out of the mortal plain…




You do know that Battles do not require passwords or to make new characters right? "Death Shall Fall By My Hand"

 

[Devious]

ooc- I know, I just like to have the rules read just in case sorry. I'll post my template after work, later tonight, I'm still working on a good final draft for the bio. (been working on it for days...)

 

[Chris]

^ As much experience as you clearly have, people won't appreciate it if you pop in vaguely and occasionally just to claim how you hate the youth Roleplayers, and how you are better. Got anything better to do?

 

[Devious]

Name: Ekim Nessumar (German Pronunciation)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Quote: “A Voice, is the Most Powerful Weapon One Can Use.”

Weapons:

Profundus Obscurum: A Kama that is made of pure darkness, harnessing the power of the Satyr and his medium. This Kama is capable of terrible power and thirsts for blood at all times, even when Ekim sleeps it begs for the blood of the innocent and guilty alike.

Splendens Lux Lucis: A Kama that is made of the most brilliant light, harnessing the power of Saint Michael and his medium. This Kama is capable of terrible power but is useful for healing Ekim and others, even when Ekim sleeps it cries out to the ever dying.

Crepusculum Interventus: A large reaper scythe that was said to have been used by the medium of the Satyr and Saint Michael, the Grim Reaper. Ekim was given this weapon as a gift when he faced Death. The scythe is held active and indestructible by Ekim's Kamas and the Orbis Captivus Animus (Orb of Captive Souls).

Appearance: Ekim looks much different today than he used to look. His previous look was that of an easy-going 16 year old boy who would occasionally be up to no good. Of course, after his meeting with Death, he changed forever. His skin grew cold and pale; his eyes became what he had always dreamed, engorged with a black and green churning essence that allowed him to see in any possible environment without fail. Forever he would be pale as his skin lost much of the blood flow through his veins. His hair changed from a dark brown to a bright white that had hints of an inky black around its roots. His hair grew rapidly from that point, growing to a foot long and staying that length. It would occasionally go in front of his one visible eye, but that mattered not due to his perfect vision. His white locks would trail down parts of his face and around the back of his neck, spiking outward from his back and chest in a way that nearly seemed to be a form of bone coming out to pierce anything in its path. The mask he wore on his face hid his looks, which did not change from their naturally handsome form. His nose was well sculpted and formed perfectly with his steady cheekbones. His chin was an average size and had a small cleft that was almost invisible to someone just glancing at him. His lips were of a good pink color and were of a good size that did not exceed 1 inch in combined length. His posture was perfect, despite his casual hunching stance while fighting, when he walked, he would stand perfectly straight in proud dignity and his face would stare directly forward, or in the direction he was going to go/currently going.


History: Considered a Juvenile, Ekim would break the law occasionally with his “hoodlum” friends. Of course, that all changed when he went hiking with a few choice friends over a summer holiday. He split off from his friends that remained on a dug out trail and found a mysterious cave. The cave’s outlook over the city was ominous and yet, spectacular. Without a second though, he ran straight into the cave, for the thrill of the darkness. Of course, he had no flashlight on him because he had not planned on finding a cave in the middle of the mountain. “Damn darkness… What I would give for eyes that could see perfectly…” Ekim cursed to himself as he shuffled through the cave, nicking his arms on jutting rocks and overhanging roots of trees above the cave. Suddenly the cave floor gave way under his weight and the gravity that had been pushing down on it for who-knows how long. A steady 10 foot drop awaited Ekim with open, deadly arms that called to embrace him. He gave in, and down he fell, hitting his head on several rocks on the way down. He awoke shortly afterward, his head pounding as if he had just been the victim of several hammers plowing a nail through wood. He slowly rose to his feet, but was knocked back down by what seemed to be, the tailbone of a human! He looked up aching all over, only to see a man standing straight in front of him, with a scythe in his hand that was comprised of human bones. The tailbone and spine creating the general structure of the scythe, tibia and fibula bones creating what seemed to be hand supports for the wielder. Near the top of the scythe was the rather large blade, shimmering in the cave with not light, but with an eerie glow of an unknown force. The head of the scythe held a skull, its mouth open and holding a shimmering blue orb, glowing with the same aura as the scythe’s blade. The person holding it towered over him as he lay sprawled on the floor. A mask the exact shape of the wearer’s face, the left side was black, the right side was white. Only one eye was visible through the mask, the only facial feature to be exact, but was hardly visible due to the two small slits, one on top of the other, on the white side of the mask. Ekim jumped to his feet in fright, but could not find the courage to go anywhere. The figure moved ever closer and brought its scythe above its head. Just before it swung its blow to Ekim’s neck, it stopped in its tracks and lowered the scythe, sticking it into the ground. It reached behind its head, causing Ekim to flinch slightly, and untied the leather straps that held the mask in place. For what seemed to be an eternity, the mask fell to the floor as Ekim stared in dread at an almost exact replica of his face. The figure just smiled deviously at Ekim and outstretched its arm in a friendly, but nearly malicious manner. Ekim, the fool that he was, took it in acceptance without a second thought. The creature grinned evilly as its body came closer to Ekim’s and was slowly sucked into his very soul. Ekim went through an immediate change after the infusion was complete. His mind felt as if he was receiving a lobotomy, memories, ideas, conceptions, history, all were being infused with his own mind. Then, it stopped, without warning or any type of calm, it stopped. The body and mind of the figure became his to do with as he pleased. He realized that he could see perfectly in the dark, as if the sun was shining inside of the cave. He looked down at the mask and out of instinct, placed it upon his face and grabbed the scythe. The scythe immediately began to glow black and white, and began to separate at the middle. In a flash of light, the scythe had become two hand-held scythes, Kamas. The Kamas spoke to him, their names, their history, all reviled to Ekim in a split second. And immediately, Ekim knew what he had been gifted with, and felt the power surge through him as he vanished in an engulfing black and green flame.

 

[Chris]

If I were you, I would take my time where no fledgings tried to learn, but where everyone is a snub faggot who thinks you are inferior in life because they have a larger bio for their RP character. You seem to fit in perfectly.

Embodiment of apathy...heh.

 

[Swag]

Haha, kids... haha.

I miss the real role-players.

So not only are you a jackass, but you're a dumbass as well. Think, how did all so called "real" roleplayers start? As, DUN DUN DUN, youth/newbie roleplayers.

Anyway, Twilight since you are the challenger you need to make first post.

 

[Mason Stark]

Nexus, post in this thread again and I'm warning you. :\ All you're doing is spamming, and harassing everyone else. Cut it out and leave this thread, or else.

 

[Devious]

ooc- Oh yes Nexus... You're so true... Please... Teach us... Bugger...

bic- Ekim relaxed in his lair within the inner reaches of Hell. His mind at ease with the soon to be killing of yet another who shall join him in his quiet but "cozy" Home for the Damned. He wished he had something to do other than take the lives of the weak though, his dark Kama, Profundus Obscurum begs for the blood of a warrior. This of course drives Ekim to the brink of insanity with its constant clattering in its holster. Such loneliness in Hell, no living being to speak to. Though, Ekim is barely considered a "living being" in the first place.

 

[Joy]

I just like to humor your pathetic attempts at role-playing on this amateur website. It's appalling, really, but I always manage a good laugh.

But now, now, kids, don't be going and getting upset because of your inferior qualities in the skills of role-playing. One of these days you may manage to pull off something halfway worthy of claiming as yours.

Of course, when it all boils down, I'm not the best role-player on these forums. There was one other.

Hey, moron, if you think this site is an "amateur website" go to a site where the "real" role player are. Unless, of course, you like wasting your time watching "little kids" battle. And if that's the care, you really need to grow up.

 

[Swag]

Oft I sing for my friends
When death's dark for I see
But When I've reached my journeys end
Who will sing for me?

They say death is end of all things, the inevitable doom that awaits all mortal beings. Some of said beings fear this dark end, while some embrace it. There are mortals who sell their souls down the river styx, only to be betrayed by the cruel master of death that is the reaper, just to escape death. Despite all of this however, one man saw death as redemption.

His name was Makyu Eramiss, and his redemption had wrought upon him power beyond mortal comprehension. In death this man had flourished, becoming a reaper; haarvesting the souls of countless mortals who for most death was a one way ticket to eternal damnnation. He had nearly conquered this inevitable darkness, all he needed now was to over throw death himself. For nearl seven-hundred and fifty years this man had been dead, and he was about to put in motion the plan to retrieve his due payment.

That is why Setukh had challenged him. He had heard that even before his death Makyu was powerful, something that the two had in common. He wanted to see if these rumors were true, but he also wanted something else.

Power.

The thing that drove all mortal beings, but it drove Setukh for another reason. Setukh needed to gain power before he was able to taste the same redemption that Makyu had oh so long ago. Setukh's father, Set, promised him a place by his side in the realm of the gods if he could gain power that was truly godly. And so, Setukh began his search power. And so, he found Makyu.

The man was far more powerful than Setukh could have ever imagined, creating a black hole and sucking in the entire planet that was to be their arena. Setukh knew there was no way he could escape, and had prepared himself to face the redemption he sought premature.

But that was only one dimension.

There were another Setukh, in another dimension, much like the one fighting Makyu. This Setukh had a similar battle before him, a bout against one who declared himself death. Setukh scoffed at the statement, he knew that true death had only one form; that was the Reaper. But no matter, Setukh had made up his mind to accpet this deathly invitation to battle.

Swiftly and silently, the man-beast made his way into the underworld which "death" called home. The stench of corpses rot the air, and the screams of tortured souls could be heard echoing throughout. Finally, Setukh found his desstined opponent. The man had long white hair, with black and green charcoal eyes. This appearance was unual to Setukh, he thought one of his power would look more, well, powerful. As he began to aproach death, Setukh uttered but one quotation.

"Death, shall fall by my hand."

 

[Devious]

Ekim grinned under his black and white mask which kept his face hidden in a shroud of wood. He stood, his Kama shaking vigorously at the sound of a challenger approaching.

"Death... Cannot fall... Someone should know that death will remain despite who kills its representation. I am that representation, you killing me? Well... That would make a new representation appear... You will learn..."

The souls of the damned echoed through the hallways as Ekim slowly drew his Kamas from their respectful holsters they called home. The clattering Kama was smeared in the blood of the innocent, pulsating with a desire to feed again, the true essence of hemo-gluttony in itself. Ekim's eyes viewed the spectacle of a creature that stood in front of him. His memories that had been given to him by the Reaper rushed through his brain. He remembered the unholy day that such a birth was allowed, and despised it.

"Your father... Was he Set? I remember when you were born... Sickening creatures such as you should not exist... A demi-god? Pheh! You are truely a monstrocity equal to the Cyclopse!"

A vicious look in his eyes shown through the visible eye slit. He glared at Setukh as if he was staring into his soul. His white Kama clattering as much as its partner at the want to "purify" such an unholy creature. He leapt from his throne, stopping just at the bottom and awaited the creature's first move. His hair tangled around his body, moving on their own as if they were strands of snakes that enclosed around his body.

"Let us see what a mutt such as yourself can do..."

 

[Swag]

Setukh could hear it, the screams of the damned echoing throughout the hallways of the underworld. They almost drowned out his opponents words, his sentences sounding like faint echoes even though he was but a few feet away. The man spoke of death, and how it could not possibly fall. Setukh knew this to be true, and so heeded the man's words. He then spoke on Setukh's father, and even ventured so far as to call the demi-god a mutt. To any other this would have been the straw to break the camels back, but not to Setukh. The god merely stared at his victim, a blank expression on his face.


"For one who calls himself the effigy of death, I would think you would not be so foolhearty as to underestimate the son of chaos."

Setukh, who was now admitted to being a bit purturbed by the statement of his opponent, was preparing for his attack. He had decided from the very begining that this man was not worth his true power, so he would use the power of another. Unsheathing his sword from it's leather prison, he raised it straight up in front of his face. He began to recent an incantation in egyptian, a language long gone from mortal tongues. The symbols on his sword began to glow with an eerie dark-light, illuminating the obsidian blade in it's light. When the light reached it's brightest point, Setukh stuck it into the ground in from of him. The sword automatically was sucked into the ground, as if some great beast had swallowed it whole. A person who knew so little of Setukh would not be able to fathom what he was doing just then, and that was a factor Setukh was counting on.

While his plan was being set into motion, he decided he did need to have some defense against his opponent. All of a sudden, sand began to flow forth from the box on his back. This sand never touched the ground whatsoever, it merely hovered in the air in front of Setukh. The sand formed a wall in front of the warrior, a shield ready to deflect nearly any attack. With emotionless eyes, Setukh stared at his opponent through two holes in the sand and spoke these words.

"Come, effigy of the mortal doom."

 

[Devious]

"Yes... The mortal doom... You must kill me in order to be called truely godly, correct? Well then, I guess since you are not yet godly, you are mortal. You will die, like all mortals do. And your death shall be a special one... You will not just be put to the eternal rest that some may receive... You, shall receive the punishment of reliving your greatest disappointments... You will be forced to watch as your chance of becoming a God with your father vanishes before your very eyes, as your death is repeated... Day... By day... By day..."

Ekim began to glow with a black and green aura, a menacing look forming in his only visible eye. He watched as his opponent was drawn into cover by means of sand. He chuckled, but he did not underestimate the sand, not one bit. He glanced at the creature's unholy eyes through the two holes in the sand. He realized that such a child of Set must be truely powerful in order to have such a desire for Godliness and able to survive for so long. Ekim locked his arms in an offensive position and the aura around him spread to the floor, to the walls, to the ceiling, and began to form around the two warriors.

"We will fight in darkness... You shouldn't have trouble with this... Should you?"

Ekim's silhouette vanished into the darkness as he became one with the shadows that now surrounded them. The only thing visible was Setukh's soul, not him, but the burning red fire that was his soul. Screeches of the damned still echoed through the halls, but this time, they were louder than ever. Apparitions began to spawn from the depths of the darkness, screaming in their torment for the crimes they have committed. Ekim took this time to begin his sprint into Setukh's back, his eyes giving him perfect vision in this darkness. His black Kama was raised to the air, its very blade almost screaming in ecstacy of the first blood to be drawn. The white Kama only hoping to get a chance to cleanse the world of such a monstrocity. Ekim brought the Kama down with enough force to at least slice through an arm like it was a hot knife on butter.

Now it begins...