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Meijin the Fighting Fefnir v.s ??????? Open Challenge



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it's an open challenge to anyone who wants to accept it. anyone who wants to judge post it.

Name: Meijin

Alias: Fighting Fefnir

Age: 23

Appearance: An open white coat, red short sleeved undershirt with a picture of a flame on the back, orange cargo shorts, barefoot, 6'1, 158lbs , short brown hair spiked up, tone muscles, light tan skin, brown eyes, clear sunglasses with a red and brown color rims, dark brown gloves.

Weapon(s):

Sodom and Gomorrah: Twin buster cannons. Sodom on the right and Gomorrah on the left. They look like two big open clamps with a small cannon in the middle of them. They are mostly kept away in the gloves Meijin wears.

Bio: Meijin is physically the strongest one among his brothers. Meijin is also the genius of the family having made Laeih, Girouette and his own weapons plus upgrading Suixl, Ziacx and Nyone’s old weapons. For four years Meijin trained in intense conditions developing his own fighting style to go with his specially made weapons. The fighting style was named FX style in honor of the alias he was given by his brothers.

Personality: Meijin is a kind person who enjoys life to the fullest. He travels the world around to help others and relax when he can. Some might say from first appearance that he is either smart looking or a lazy bum and they couldn't be more right Meijin is a mixture of both smarts and laziness. When around his brothers he kind of picks on them until Nyone or Laeih tell him to stop.

Abilities: Fire and Earth manipulation. Meijin can control fire and earth with the greatest of ease making discovering new things very easy.

Rules: No G-Moding or P-Playing

Judges:
1.?????
2.?????
3.?????
 

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Name: Von Nightblade
Age: Unknown
Weapon: Alpha(the blade once owned by his father) and Omega(the blade which was once known as the Nightblade).
Race: Fallen Angel

Appearance: http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/5815/guys2224ut.jpg

Background: Von's life was not heroic, and he was never a great warrior or well respected. His mother was a prostitute, and his father was any one of her many clients. Due to the fact that his mother had no other choice in the matter, he was born, she did not however change her life around and take care of him like any decent mother would, instead he was left alone on the streets, just an infant and in what seemed like no time at all he passed away.

Never was his death mourned by any of the mortals of his village, instead his body was thrown away like trash. So the soul of Von Nightblade, the bastard son of a prostitute and a man that obviously did not care about him, left the world of the living. However, the gods took pity on Von, and as such granted him a second life, however this life would be eternal, and they decided not to tell him anything about his past.

So the gods decided that they would leave him on Geonigma, his home planet, and allow him to live out his own life. He was placed in the care of a warrior who had been searching for an heir to his family name. The warrior saw it as the will of the gods and did not question how the boy had fallen into his care, though determined that it would be best to keep him a secret from the other mortals. He was given the name Nichol Skybright by his mortal father.

Living his life in solitude, and training all-day and every day, Nichol quickly became proficient in many different fighting arts of the mortals, and also found that he had some magical abilities as well. It was a group of people whom arrived at he and the man's home that began Nichol's journey; they were looking for the ruins to the ancient shrine which was said to be a place in which one could see the gods. Nichol brought the leader of the group to the shrine, and found that when he arrived, a figure appeared to them. It spoke to Nichol of a blade which belonged to the embodiment of the god of darkness which he was to destroy, however when Nichol refused to leave because of his loyalty to his father, the god said that it would not matter soon.

Nichol knew of course what this meant, and returned to his home. He arrived just in time to see his father as he was dying, and the killer attempting to escape with the man's treasures. The young man held his father in his arms as he passed away; his dying words were those telling Nichol that he must leave this place and fulfill whatever destiny the gods had planned for him. However, raised as a warrior, and knowing that his father's honor had been insulted; he set out to avenge his fathers death, only to find the leader of the group locked in a battle with the killer. The killer defeated the leader, only to be killed by Nichol, who then set out to find the blade spoken of to him by the gods, and fulfill his father's dying wish.

Remembering how he was raised, and knowing that most people would not be able to understand Nichol, or would perhaps even fear him due to his appearance, he began his quest to learn about himself, his past, if there were more like him out there, but most importantly to find the Nightblade he was told of by the gods. After 9 years of searching, Nichol finally found an old blind mage who lived in solitude on the southern continent. This mage listened to what Nichol had to say, and decided that it was no mistake that he had met him. Knowing that even if he wished to obtain the blade, he would have to hone his skills in magic, Nichol decided to stay.

So he stayed with the mage for 20 years, learning everything he knew about magic, and how to harness the powers that Nichol had found he had at a young age. After 21 years, Von decided that it was time he set out once more for truth, however months after he had left he could feel the life force of the mage die. Once again, he was alone in the world, and the only thing tht kept him going was his desire to learn what he was, who he was, and why he came to be.

Countless years after Nichol had parted ways with the mage, and was still in search for the blade, however demons began to appear among the lands. The news that countless mortals were beginning to be killed by these demons. When Nichol found out, he decided that he must help them. Setting forth to investigate what had started the demons appearing, Nichol found himself once more on the quest for the Nightblade. Through his quests to stop the demons, Nichol found himself in the presence of the Nightblade, his journey completed, what he had searched for so long finally within his grasp. However, something went wrong.

The winged being who had once been seen as a symbol of good by any of those he had helped had now been corrupted. The soul of the previous owner of the blade, Kyo Nightblade, posessed Nichol. His wings not only became scaly and black, but he also now only wished to conquer and kill the mortals that inhabited what he now thought of as his world. Lord Kyo, as he called himself, dominated the mortals and lead the demons bringing the world of mortals to their knees and ruling over them with an iron fist.

However this was not the end, a war raged within the fallen celestial being whom had once been Nichol, and the fight for control seemed as though it would never end. However one day, once again many years after he had been changed, his two sides, both Nichol and Kyo, seperated themselves into physical forms. They battled for a week straight, however on the seventh day, as they both summoned the last of their energy into one final blow, they finally came together in a flash of light. A single figure grasping two blades, one which glowed softly white, and one which seemed to absorb all light around it giving off the feeling that it was glowing black, also both wings were now feathered rather than scales, but one was black and one was white, and both the Nightblade and the katana which had once belonged to his father(which had been honed while Nichol was still in his light form, and given some of his magical properties making it more than a simple blade), was all that could be seen, his name he said was Von Nightblade.

The balance had been found in the being finally, his dark side tamed, however the light of himself kept silent by the darkness which now crept beneath the surface. Von remained in the world of mortals for many years, finding different mages whether they chose to allign themselves with darkness or light did not concern him, and learned the arts of magick. After many long years of training Von returned to his home, and had a vision of the gods which had given him his second chance at life. They told him that what had originally been a simple act of kindness, as they only meant to give him a second chance to living a fulfilling life, had now become something of a legend among the world of the living.

He was now seen as a symbol of balance between both the darkness and light that existed in everyone. The gods recognised him as such, and allowed him to continue living among the living and upholding the balance of not only his world, but the omniverse.

Now there are whispers among the omniverse of a new threat. After learning of this Von found it his duty to help maintain the balance of the omniverse, even if it means doing battle with the gods and his own demise.

Personality: Despite the fact that Von is quiet, that does not necessarily mean that he is unable to assert himself, or even kick one's ass. He is not afraid to fight, and is willing to do whatever it takes to win. He finds it very easy, thanks to an unimaginable ammount of years of experience, to make quick decisions and analyse situations in battle in mere seconds.
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Location: A grassy feild on a stormy night, the wind is blowing hard, the rain is pouring by the gallons, and the moon is barely visible giving only only a small portian of light along with the lightining form the storm.

A storm appeared seemingly out of nowhere as Meijin was traveling. The grass below him was being fiercly blown in the wind. The rain came down on Meijin fiercly making him use his coat's collar as cover so he could see where he was going. Meijin was thankful that he was wearing goggles or he might have hit something by now. The storm seemed to have gotten worse as lightning started to strike.

The sound of thunder shook the ground below him. The storm clouds started to cover the moon taking away what little light the area had. Meijin felt as he could be blown away just by the wind. Meijin stopped walking and crossed his arms across his chest. Meijin could swear he can see someone in the horizen but maybe that was his mind playing tricks on him.
 

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OOC: I'm going to skip the formalities, I find them quite annoying. Please pardon me for giving the world a name, it just helped with my post.

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The nearly deafening boom of thunder choked out any other sound on the plains of Geonigma as a lone figure hobbled slowly to some unknown destination. It seemed like the figure of a man, however something seemed off. He did not stumble nor did he flinch as lightning struck the ground around him and the grass became even wetter and as such difficult to walk in. A rather powerful squall blew by the man causing his already soaked clothes to cling to him, and several strands of rather thin white hair be lost in the night. Indeed something was rather off about him, and as a particularly bright beam of the full moon made it's way through the black storm clouds one could see exactly what was different about this man.

He was dead.

It was simple enough for anyone to see close up, bits of his scalp had rotted away long ago. Maggots fell freely from the gaping socket on the upper left side of his face which once housed an eye, and what was left of his right eye stared straight ahead at some unknown destination. From what was left of his clothes one could see that he was buried in a well taylored black suit, however it was now reduced to disgusting rags. His jaw hung loosely, as if it were only hanging on by a very thin piece of rotting flesh, and inside his mouth one could see his rotting tongue. This man's soul had long left his body, and it was obvious that he was in the midst of decomposing.

"Necromancy truly is a wonder," said a figure now standing behind the corpse. The man's features were hidden in the shadows of a hood, and his figure by a black cloak which seemed to be enchanted for it did not soak up the rain. His voice seemed distant and ominous, an effect only made more effective by the boom of the thunder. "Go," the cloaked figure commanded as he rose his cloaked right arm. Instantly the corpse acknowledged the command and launched itself into the air at the one whom had issued the challenge.

The corpse moved at speeds otherwise impossible for even a living mortal, his unnatural speed was obviously credited to the one who was controlling him. The corpse was of course simply a test for the challenger, if he was unable to defeat even a shell then how could he ever hope to do battle with his true opponent, Von Nightblade. "This should be fun," said the cloaked figure as he watched his minion begin it's attack on Meijin by literally throwing a punch as it tore off it's own arm and hurled it at "The Fighting Fefnir." It was indeed a half assed attack, however it was still quite amusing.

OOC: Meh.
 
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Meijin looked at what he thought was a man but in reality was a corpse. The corpse had launched into the air at grea speeds. While in the air the corpse launched it's arm at Meijin. Meijin decided to help this corpse attain peace. Meijin raised his right hand towards the corpse's arm.

As the arm came closer Meijin closed his hand into a fist and seemingly out of nowhere a buster canon appeared on his right hand. "FX Style: Sodom's Infernal Barrage." As Meijin yelled this five golden fireballs launched from the buster canon towards the corpse. One fireball hit the arm and burned it to ashes while the other four hit the corpse burning it to ashes as well. The storm washed away the ashes of the corpse.

Meijin now looked ahead at the man who was his real opponent. Meijin stood ready with his arms hanging to the side.
 

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OOC: Silent One I've been unable to get a decent night's sleep due to the fact that I'm feeling rather sick. When I'm feeling better I'll post again.
 
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