You wouldn't mind If I batlled with him, would you?
Name: Mahistrado
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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years he has spent since he was bestowed Immortality has greatly changed his simple one-robe mage like appearance. Possibly from the unknown’s influence, he has worn clothes that one would consider to be ‘out-worldly’, in a sense. Worn out black robe, many foreboding leather straps and belts, red gauntlets with black strips overlaying each other. He is what his ‘maker’ wanted him to be in terms of his outer appearance. However, he refuses to have the same mind as his, and still manages to retain his mage-like persona.
Weaponry:
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Forsaken Scythe of the Damned- A weapon forged from the essence of the Reaper himself, Mahistrado created it himself over his times of depression of his Immortality. Where he got the essence of the Reaper is still uncertain to anyone except him. It has the ability to bring out the worst in one’s sense of logic and judgment when it gashes the skin of a human, its malice seeping in. If left long enough, it will cause the victim’s mind to bend and break, causing apocalyptic insanity, and utterly causing them to kill themselves. It still however, has yet to match up to the fabled ‘Devil’s Intent’.
Calamity and Ruin: Dual Blades of Dark Justice- Using the leftover materials from creating Judgment, he decided not to waste anything, and created twin weapons, both created out of dark intentions. More powerful than an average bastard sword, it does not have the Judgment’s ability though. But it gives Mahistrado the ability to transfer his spells into these weapons, making them deadlier the more powerful the spell. He rarely uses these swords however, as he prefers his Judgment to see him through a battle.
Magick: Mahistrado’s power in undeniable in the ways of Magick and to simply put it, nearly impossible to surpass his level of power. He has dwelled in darkness, light, and earth magicks. His unlimited arsenal of spells is truly what made him “the immortal mage of oblivion”
Special Abilities: Dark state (Release, Chaos, and God)
Dark state – When Mahistrado enters dark state, he transforms into a demon of the darkness. In this form, he has nigh-omnipotent powers and capabilities. In this form, he has 3 sub-forms: Release and Chaos
-Release: In this sub form of the dark state, his magickl capabilities become even more extraordinary, he could destroy a whole galaxy within days. Though his physical strength becomes diminished, there is no need for It in this form. 4 black angelic wings sprout from his back in this form.
-Chaos: In this sub-from of the dark state, he becomes so physically enhanced, it is nearly impossible to stop him in this state. He becomes faster than light, strong enough to grab a entire planet and throw it deep into the dark space. He loses all magick in this sub form. 2 large demonic black wings sprout from his back in this form.
-God: He had only reached this sub form only once, but that was enough. In this state, Mahistrado becomes a god in all of its glory. Obtaining omnipotent powers, he could change the whole entirety of reality. A form in which he reaches total and complete enlightenment. Once out of this form, his soul retreats into the dark abyss in which he was “reborn”. He stays in that abyss for any amount of time. It could be 1 minute to 4000 centuries. All the time needed to cleanse his soul’s memory of the god state, for it is too risky to use it, ever. In this state, he grows two large angelic wings and demonic wings.
Personality: Wisdom comes to mind when you try and describe him. Philosophical, he is often calm and rational towards things, even in battle. This clarity gives him the ability to act with a more strategic approach. His many years dwelling in the art of magic had brought him to many situations, each of which he had left with a little more knowledge.
Bio/past: In the darkened corners of the planet was born a child, one of which was endowed with the powers of the mystic, a fate pre-ordained. Under the hellish circumstances of which he lived his childhood, he learned the basics of survival; “Kill or be killed”. The wound inflicted on his young mind drove him, time and time again, to see the horrors that anyone normal, would cringe to the thought of. When he was finally able to escape this reality of the damned, he sought out a new way of life, a more “civilized” way of living. He traveled to one of the 4 great kingdoms that inhabited his world; Malaki Kasamaan. It was probably the most powerful of the 4 kingdoms, yet it was unstable. Enlisting in the army in his adolescence, he quickly climbed the ranks, surpassing even the strongest of warriors, even before his destiny was realized. He had the potential to become great. And become great he shall.
During this time, the Great War had broken out. Him, with the help in the Malaki Kasamaan army, had swiftly conquered each kingdom with a solid iron fist. Over confident in his skills, he had tried to take the throne of Malaki, but was quickly defeated in his ignorance. Ashamed of his defeat, he had fled from the kingdom, never to return. He spent many nights alone, fending for himself like he did in his childhood, growing farther away from what kept him sane, until he met a Mage that at the highest point of the planet in isolation.
By this time, Mahistrado was as barbaric as any man can get. He fought fiercely against the Mage, but once again, failed miserably. Peering into his soul and seeing the fate that lay before him, the Mage had made Mahistrado his apprentice. Training with the man for many, many years, Mahistrado’s powers had been unlocked, and became one of the most powerful mages on the planet, even surpassing his master.
By this point, his mind had been enlightened; he became wiser, and fearless. But his heart was still tainted by his past experiences. Wanting to become stronger to fight these demons, he had created a spell, strong enough to transport matter to anywhere he pleased. Teleportation. From place to place, planet-to-planet, he traveled, searching for more ways to become stronger and wiser. So, he did, and accomplishing what he quest for, step by step. This was until it came to a day that changed him forever, a fight that changed him forever. It was on Earth where he would realize his 'destiny', or rebirth.
It was to take place at St. Mortimer's Abbey. A dark shadow loomed over this holy sanctuary, as fate begun to weave it's thread. He came swiftly, bringing death to priests and nuns with his dark hand. Even the newborns saw no mercy from the man, as he wrapped his hands over their little necks and snuffed the life from them. Bathed in their tears, one of the remaining nuns implored that he stop the man from killing them all, and quickly agreed. He had confronted him in the abbey courtyard, where it would begin.
The sky was crying black tears that day, weeping in vain for the two beings about to do battle. One of malicious origins, and one of the mystical origins. The stranger, opened his jacket, as his hand went over the chains across his chest, as he pulled with great strength, two long chains coming into the ground.
Then what appeared to be a hilt bursted forth from his heart, dark tendrils swirling around it. As he grabbed hold of it, his back arched forward, as he begun to pull his weapon from his body. The sound of a blade coming from the ribs of a newly dead soldier came from the enigma, as he brought forth the Devil's Intent. The mage clenched his fists, as a blue flame started to ignite, as he looked at the man without fear, without doubt. When the thunder rolled by, it would begin.
And like the funeral bells, the thunder beated with anger, as it began. The mage threw his magical fire towards the unknown; as he reeled back a slight distance from impact. His azure eyes looked at him more ardently, as his footsteps drew nearer and nearer. As a reflex, the mage casted a barrier of holy protection, but this did not stop the man in black.
With one thrust of his arm, the sword pierced through, the barrier turning blood red before it shattered like glass, the blade still traveling through. Clashing with bone and blood, the mage had been defeated. The man pulled the sword from him slowly in victory. The rain peered into his eyes, as he laid on the wet grass of the abbey, defeated. As the mage looked up at him, his face still showed no fear.
"Strange..."
"Go on. Finish me off."
"Sorry, but the voices tell me that it is not your time. And it will never be your time, if you wish to live. Young mage, do you still have to will to live?"
"...Yes."
"Then so be it."
And with one clean stroke, he plunged his blade into his heart, but he did not die. As the mage looked in horror, darkness swelled from the enigma's body, as it seeped into the wound the sword had created. The young mage gritted his teeth in pain, as he felt himself slipping away. He felt himself seep into the ground, as he drifted into the confines of this planet.
As he drifted, he already knew that his body was far away from him, and it was his inner essence plummeting down to the Netherworld. And when he hit 'rock bottom', there was only darkness. As he looked around, still in suspension, he heard a deep voice echo in the distance.
"So you're the mage he sent..."
He looked in horror as his eyes became transfixed upon the two crimson pupils staring back at him. Darkness surrounded him like tentacles of an abomination, as they pierced through the surface of his soul.
"You shall become ageless, a phantom of time. But the cutting off of your source of knowledge or the erosion of your body through unnatural causes shall bring you back to me, unlike 'Him'. 'He' will come to help you, but that will be it. This has been pre-ordained, and it shall be so. Take care of this gift I have blessed you with, the gift of Immortality."
And with these words, the dark tentacles brought him up, back to the surface. As he was brought back to his physical form, the tentacles remained, swirling around his body, as he felt himself affixed to this form. The man in black exhaled a ghastly sound, as he pulled the blade from him. The mage gasped for air, as if it was the first breath he ever took.
"I will watch you. You and I are now connected through our souls. You cannot escape my bound influence. Farewell, young mage.."
And he left. He left the mage there to recount his past moments, as the rain trickled down his face, as the sky opened up, light shining on his now ageless body. Through dark influences, he had now become an Immortal, the phantom of the sands of time.
Now unbound by the ties that bind him to natural world, he exploited this, consuming everything possible that his brain could. His knowledge would become vast. His Immortal mind would know the most powerful of spells. He would become a mage among mages. Kingdoms would crumble under his wake. The dark powers now surging through his body had gave him new possibilities making his quest for enlightenment never ending. And with his creator silently watching him, people would be forced to take notice. Mahistrado would become a name to be feared, a name to be loved. But above all, it would be a name to be remembered in the worn pages of history.