One last drag ... (Challenge to VoiceOfOurGeneration)

[ThePromise]

You know what it is. Lust and Gluttony.
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• -'What-if' scenario for your roleplay 'Insincerity'; Solipher did exist, and he left before the roleplay took place. This is what occurred before they parted ways.
  

• Victory achieved through the opponent's surrender or knockout. Death should be avoided.
• Both opponents hold basic knowledge of the others element/weaponry/attribute they excel in. Individual powers can be discussed between us if confusion is had.

• Enjoyment is primary, victory is secondary. I trust you to remember this more than anyone. Not always about winning, let's have fun most of all.
  
• If possible, avoid critical damage. Breaking bones, rupturing a vital organ, etc. Key words; if possible.
• Heightened states of power (Transformations) are not allowed. They are in basic forms, nothing more.
  

Spectators...

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• If you have some sort of concern, please be respectful enough to bring it up in a vm or pm to whomever causes that concern. Let's be adults~
  

Location - High School. We will be starting on the roof, battle can take us anywhere as long as its within the school grounds. Casualties unlikely, school's out.


Details - It is a partly cloudy spring evening, sun is going down, air is growing chilly, bringing forth a cool night. (A.K.A, starts at sunset.)



If you can accept these terms, post Legan when you're prepared.

If I forgot something, I reserve the right to edit at an appropriate time.

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Name: Solipher
Age: 24 by appearance; Actual age unknown.
Gender: Male

Weapon:

Frigid Cleaver - Solipher’s signature weapon is composed entirely of his essence; a manifestation of his true abilities and potential combined into a single chilling scythe. The handle is straight from top to bottom, with the lower end of it having nothing more than a thin icicle-like appearance to it; the Frigid Cleaver is, like its name suggests, very cold to the touch, and in the hands of Solipher it is unbearable for bare hands to hold it to prevent any sort of theft. The blade is azure-colored and curved towards the bottom in an average-sized arc; within the blade are three cyan gems of unknown origin. They amplify the power of Solipher’s frigid abilities when he channels that strength through his weapon. Each gem raises the degree of power that this weapon already overwhelmingly possesses. When Solipher demands, he will pour his strength into his weapon moreso than usual to increase his destructive fighting potential; when the third is activate, a one-hit kill is inevitable and death assured.

A white headband is tied around the neck of the blade and one strap is only a few inches larger than the other. The significance of the cloth is unknown.

The Frigid Cleaver is capable of shape alteration by the wielders will alone. Meaning the handle can shift its length from anywhere between 1 to 10 ft. in total, as well as have the long shaft curve, or become jagged, making it an unpredictable weapon to best. Due to it being mostly tied to what the wielder wills, most of its ability to alter comes from what the wielder chooses. Adding a second blade to the scythe is not impossible at all, and so on. It's blade, no matter how long it goes without slicing, never seems to truly dull.

Appearance - Solipher stands at a height of 5’11 with long light azure hair that stops just before it reaches mid back. He has a healthy pale color to him and deep blue eyes. For clothing he tends to prefer a white color, keeping on a plain white cap on his head. For his torso he wears a cotton long-sleeved sweater and below that are navy blue pants. He wears white sneakers with black laces and the bottoms have an impressive and almost inhuman grip to them, able to help him glide across slippery surfaces and elements with ease (Although having experience with slippery surfaces obviously contributes to his skill in balance)

His build is nothing mouth-watering but he does have lean muscle where it counts. His frame doesn’t suggest an athlete but he is definitely fit enough to run great distances before succumbing to tiredness. He never appears very serious, even in combat. Because he appears rather gentle, people tend to underestimate him because of that. There is usually an amused yet tired look upon his face.

Personality - Solipher, while intellectual and strategic, never really likes to display his smarts. If it were up to him, he’d just remain a child at heart and treat everything in a carefree way. He isn’t interested in proving himself to anyone in particular and would just rather have a good time. The sight of blood and mangled bodies depresses him even if he causes it, simply because it disturbs his cheerful aura. For a man who could chill your blood and watch you freeze to death, he’s against pointless murder. He is also paranoid of direct confrontation. While he can operate well under pressure like his siblings, he detests battling in a situation that had already become unfavorable.

In a certain way, Solipher can be considered a womanizer. If he sees a beautiful girl he’ll likely ask for their hand in marriage in the near future or even ask them to bear his children. While he is entirely kidding when he flirts with them, if at all genuine he will make it a point to try and stick with that person. This tends to backfire, as the first impression may make him seem like he’s only looking for a quick fling. Knowing it can become an issue, if the point is made where the female is clearly uninterested in relationships, he’ll back off. If it weren’t obvious before, he is interested in romance, but thinks it may tie him down and restrict him from being who he is. For that reason, he hopes he gets a shy yet ever-watchful girlfriend some day to remind him what he has. If not it matters little, so long as he found a soul mate that’ll be enough for him assuming he hasn't found her already. Though he is perverted, he is also very respectful of them. Just don't be so cute if you refuse his advances~

He enjoys snow, a gentle breeze, and watching clouds in his spare time. He doesn’t like loud noises, violence that goes nowhere, or just all around idiotic people. If asked to be serious, if the request is from one who is bent on seeing him in true aggressive form, there is a 50% chance he will display his true wit and strength.

Other - Larger explanation of powers below.

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Vessel of Cold - Solipher is a walking freezer, containing temperatures that are highly dangerous and unbearable within his own body. While he is able to hide how cold he really is and keep the outside of his body very warm, he may nonetheless let every ounce of his limitless chilling strength and potential free from himself by releasing it from pores along the body. If in a state of constant release, anything in the surrounding area will feel his chilling aura, and anything touched will likely freeze immediately upon deliberate contact. He was once referred to as ‘Death’s Hand’ as it was possible for him to kill someone with a single touch of the hand or finger. The amount at which he can emit the freezing temperatures is not very restricted, however, the obvious weakness is that it is easier to succeed in making an area freezing cold when it is not already warm. Large areas with heat make it nearly impossible for him to make a location cold enough to be dangerous for his target. This however mostly applies to outdoor areas, as indoor areas are usually much, much easier to make chilling to the bone. He wouldn’t be frightening if it took a little fire to shut him down entirely, not at all. Though bringing him to a warm location is an obvious strategy and one he’d easily understand, hot temperatures don’t weaken him, nor his resolve.

As for his nickname, it was gained because by focusing a large percentage of his ability into his hand and specifically fingertips, he can without fail freeze the blood within the body, effectively killing them by ceasing blood flow and muscle operation. If this is done directly from the head, it is rarely not an instant death. Solipher may also keep this ability strictly outside ones body, freezing them all over and making them unable to move freely until his ice thaws, and that can take a staggering amount of time. The vital organs would be safe, and the blood flow would slow down but would not risk permanently ceasing unless the prisoner is not freed in time. He is not without mercy.

Among other things like creating diamond dust from his being, Solipher is capable of manipulating his own force, sending it through air or surfaces with either a chilling blast or a subtle traveling along the surface. The amount applied is dependant on himself, as anywhere on his body is capable of creating the same freezing affect as his hand would. It should be made clear now; no amount of heat will prevent him from creating his cold temperature, as he is a vessel, always containing it and storing it within himself. This is not the same as a typical spell such a Blizzard, his strength is not magical based, it is merely natural. Flame can melt his ice if enough force is placed into it, but as he is a vessel who generates it constantly, he may never truly run out of the energy to replicate what was lost. It is so potent, that constructing ice from thin air, is very much reality (In case you didn't get that vibe before, then yes; I am making it clear now.)

-Obviously loves women, so long as they're old enough to court, he'll more than likely be all over them. See personality for a bit more.

-Prefers to be around more cheerful individuals, but doesn't mind the 'tough' ones so long as they are females.

-Old enough to have experienced a lot of combat, a young veteran if you will. He is good, very good~

-Beware of asking him to fight seriously.

-No, seriously, beware.

-I'm serious.

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[Ðari]

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Pardon me. Got a light?

Name: Legan Geripita
Other Names: Legan. Gula.
Title: Longis Abyssi
Age: (Physical) 27 (Actual) ???
Race: Demon
Birthplace: The Inferno - Third Circle(Gluttony)

Syndicate: The Devil's Saviours

Primordial Sin: Gluttony - Incarnation of Beelzebub.

Legan is a physical incarnation of Beelzebub. His attitude and powers are derived from his persona as he represents Gluttony. Legan's demeanor is always very calm and reserve, similar to Lust, but a continuation of otherworldly desires seem to shake him all around. Overall, he's an apathetic, mathematical Devil that has an appetite for not just food but lives and revels in the notions of wasting away and degrading under a bottomless sea of desire that aren't quite as strong and unrelenting as Avarice and Greed. It is often that Legan will implement his take of sarcasm that is often-lightly implied through his indifference, but a good majority of the time he can joke light-heartedly, especially with Gordon.
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Devil's Arm(ament):Inanitas Grimoire -

A book that Legan carries around, and usually uses a bookmark to hold his page and place. The book admittedly is his prime and proud achievement as it manifests from its pages, blades that dangle, cut, and carve through even elegance and grace. Similar to how paper can be bent and manipulated in shape, the blades possess the similar malleability and can also be sharpened, repaired, and summoned in a chained effort. Upon chaining the blades he can create projectile armaments and even animate replicated shapes of physical mammals, reptiles, birds, fish, and arthropods.
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Helldrive: [Bulzeeb]

• [WIP]

Physical Skills:

• As a devil, Legan posses a body with incredible durability and stamina.
• Able to make lengthy jumps.
• Using 5 pts. His physical strength enables him to lift about half of a ton.
• Legan is a tactician and fights using mathematical equations, namely Chaos Theory's butterfly effect.
• Legan's stomach is boundless and acts in two fashions. One being a storage space for what he consumes, the other utilizes his inner-workings to replicate and reproduce dark essence.

Appearance: Legan(model)

He stands about five feet and eleven inches in height. Aside from his standard fetish for red and dread, he's dressed for the Syndicate's purposes. A black suit, tie, pants, and slick dress shoes. Often carrying a pack of cigarettes and lighter in his jacket pocket.

Other:

Likes

• Food.
• Books and Reading.
• Women&Children
• Mathematical Equations.
• Marlboro Reds(cigs)
• The Sixth Sense(ability)

Dislikes

• Things that cease to be beautiful.
• Those that can't back-up their arrogant pride.
• Rainbows/Multicolored clothing(ew)
• Being Too Careless.

Themes
-Soundscape to Ardor (I was careless)
-Hope - Apocalyptica(Beelzeeb; Fore Father)
-Mechanical Rhythm - Xenoblade OST (Jacket's Off)
-Time to Fight - Xenoblade OST (Team Confrontation)
-(Lament)

 

[ThePromise]

Right where he left him ...and he was still smoking.

Solipher had emerged from the doorway that led to the rooftop, having requested a little time away to collect something of supposed value. School was already out, those high school boys and high school girls were going to enjoy their time off, and it was just him here now with a good friend. "No luck, I couldn't find anything." completely unlike him, Solipher had actually sounded depressed when he said that. Bringing himself to sit just beside Legan, he crossed his arms over his chest and brought his eyes up to that brilliant orange and crimson sky. It may not have seemed it at times but Solipher had a good amount of respect for this guy. It was the smoking he couldn't really stand.

It smelled awful and caused considerable harm to one's health, even if you weren't the one actually taking the drag. No matter how often he brought this up though, he knew Legan wouldn't stop on his word alone. Maybe if he got a nice girl for himself, he'd take it easy, switch to sunflower seeds or something else to calm his nerves. "I can't believe how disappointing this is, Legan.."

Taking a deep breath, Solipher turned his head to his comrade.

"I mean, you would think that there would be that one high school girl who was forgetful enough to leave her panties behind in the locker room, but nooooo ..hmph, and this was meant to be a memorable occasion. A huge rack, the widest hips imaginable ..but the brains to remember their undergarments. Damn it." Kicking his legs out childishly, he hung his head for a while, just wishing that his exploration of the girl's locker room yielded actual results. The fragrance in there was amazing and he could practically still hear the girl's talking despite being gone.

All he wanted was a pink souvenir ...or a black one ..dare he even say a sexy red pair. Oh, or maybe violet for the more innocent ones. White was boring.

"..You know I'm out the door, yeah?" Solipher didn't show up wearing the Syndicate's fancy outfit and if that wasn't hint enough, he was admitting it as well. For weeks he mentioned that he was going to end up walking away from it all and settle down with a nice girl he met, but coming from a pervert like him, no one took him seriously. Well, maybe Legan would take him seriously now of all times.

 

[Ðari]

You could smell it in the air. Carbon Monoxide? Or was it a combination of that and nitrogen, whatever the hell he was inhaling it wasn't good for him. Blackening his lungs always came at the cost of a habit. He calculated in a sum odd number of years he'd cough it up and bite the big one. To him that death seemed appropriate and rather violent being directly responsible for axing himself.

Always with a dull and bored expression, the apathy sometimes he wish he could do something about it. Being so calm and professional all the time just made him into a bore. Staring up at the starry night, a star had fallen out of the sky. He closed his eyes and made a wish.

'I wish to enjoy this.'

Lowering his head, he caught visage of Solipher, returning from his search. Legan nipped the tip of his freshly lit marlboro red, the rugged taste he inhaled. Plucking it from his mouth he blew a cloud of smoke. As Solipher began to talk, Legan's teeth bore into the butt of the cigarette as he began to snicker at his comrade's panty raid. He was known for that alluring nature of being drawn to the opposite sex, in japan lolicon, everywhere else it was pedophilia, HA!

Those next words came, and his last drag consumed the rest of his cigarette; Legan was a glutton after all. Retirement was a serious engaging process for the devil's saviours. Solipher would only cause it to shift, but he'd be replaced, even still. Legan didn't understand the magnitude of staff shuffling, it was rare seeing as they were active in duty for several centuries at a time.

"I'm still against it. I'd rather have you around, it mixes things out. You know Lux and Gordon will be on your ass about retiring."

 

[ThePromise]

"I'm still against it. I'd rather have you around, it mixes things out. You know Lux and Gordon will be on your ass about retiring."

"I doubt it matters to them that badly, and even if it did they'd need to catch me first. I'm good at a quick escape ..I have to be, considering what my hobbies are." If he wasn't peeking on girls at a bath house, he was doing it in a locker room, in a swimming pool, and so on. To him, women were the best thing a guy could have in life. It was only natural for him to be so attracted to the opposite sex, it was just that Solipher took his natural interests a step further. It was difficult managing to escape so many possible restraining orders but he always had a way, whether it was with his feet, or with his hands, even his lips. Women could only resist for so long.

There had been a lot of lump taking but hey, the hard-to-get ones were always the sweetest to break. Solipher had been the lover of many, many women in his time and although some were forced to move on, they never forgot what joys he could bring them.

"Besides ..this may sound out of character a little but, I'd like a family of my own. I've done Syndicate work for a long time, and I'll be replaced eventually. I think I just need some 'me' time. Know what I mean?"

 

[Ðari]

They carried on with the utmost casualty. The thumb twiddling they did seemed to be a bit tedious. Legan's ears twitched, as he brought the marlboro to his mouth again inhaling and blowing another smoke cloud. He sighed, of course remembering something that was painful real to the two, or just those of their kind.


"Besides ..this may sound out of character a little but, I'd like a family of my own. I've done Syndicate work for a long time, and I'll be replaced eventually. I think I just need some 'me' time. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean friend, but even you know you'll out live your own family, you're a demon with interest in mortal women and offspring."

Reaching the edge of his cigarette, he took his finger tips and snuffed the lit tip. Flicking the butt off the edge, his hands retreated to his pockets and he stood up releasing a yawn as the sun continued to move to the west. Legan strummed over to the edge of the roof, and placed his hands on the bars, turning around sitting on the railing.

"Truthfully, I can't exactly argue with you about wanting that peace of mind and life. I'd do the same more than likely."