Open Challenge

[MESMAR_RISING]

Minor powers, urban setting. Won't post that often, would like to actually finish this battle.

If you have any questions about this, post them along with your character.

 

[Ðari]

I just have a habit of accepting challenges.
Empty spots in my temp were taken out for the limits of this battle.

Name: Salforge
Other Name(s) : Nu Vis, DMC, Darien
Title : Salvation by Insanity
Age : The process stopped after 20 years of age.
Race : Meta-Essence Catalyst
(The lesser Forge is labeled as a Symbiont)
Homeworld : Earth

Appearance : A none too ridiculous height of about six feet solid. With a kind of physique and poise that compliments his slim yet tone figure. A skin pigment that resembles a tanned beige, if not darkened slightly more. Limbs are of adequate sword length as does apply for his legs as well. Midsection is slim but built to say he does work out. His mane is black and flowing to spiked tips that fall just past his shoulders. From the front his hair is parted by five bangs, three to the left, two to the right, the ends tipped with an orange highlight. A single strand drifts somewhere in between, and directly in front of his left eye cutting off just a little past his nose. His eyes are two pools, both orange, though at times the left sees the past and the pupil vanishes.

He wears skinny white shirt, sleeveless. Atop a light black jacket of jean material, the right sleeve is cut off at the shoulder, only on that side. On his exposed right arm is a black arm warmer that runs from the wrist to just past the elbow. Both hands are accompanied by fingerless black gloves, and a golden bracelet on each hand.

His bottoms are more or less the same, a sleek pair of cargo blacks. Pockets found on the back and side, with two additional pockets font below his knees on the sides.

Armament(s) :


Salvation ~ "Even the angelic are denied release, for suffering is not always enough."

Salvation is the primary weapon of Salforge, this is the replacement of Dark Malice Crescent, the blade Reforge cut in half with the use of Proginoskess. Salvation takes the shape of a much slimmer blade that twist with a translucent essence that portrays "insanity". The blade harbors the essences of those that have been slain or relieved of their mental and emotional worries, the uncomfortable nature as a whole is depicted as madness.

Originally obtaining Salvation came with the price of fleeting with Garforge to Oblivion where his alignment with naught wasn't sufficient to lace his hands upon Salvation. The arduous test was to withstand and grope the intensity of true insanity and make it his own. The blade itself acts as a gateway to essence in its innermost sense and releases what has been cradled by the user or those tapped, nicked, sliced, or killed by the blade.

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Ramierun ~ "Realize what It was like back then."

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Loviembre ~ "Can you properly wield my power of destruction?"

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The Tales of DMC ~ "My exploits, power, and life as that man...rest within this book."

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Abilities:

Salforge has one really unique ability that seems to fill the gap of the rest of his own form. It turns the essence cradled within and makes it outer. Releasing what is within the bounds of control and surfaces it, similar to gripping Salvation they are thrown into a pool of everything that is them...to drown in control not yet gripped by their fingers.

In short a paradox of a submission. Aside from this his reliance impedes upon his powers as a human, not limited to the peaks of his physical attributes.

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History:

"Life begins and it even ends, with that mind we never stop living."

Rather than bore you with my full story, at the point in which Darien became Salforge is short if not still important. It was some time ago as The Garden has ways of throwing off our time as years pass in mere days. The sorrow that seemed to burrow from Dairshn Vista after the thwarting of Galforge.

They roamed the highlands for quite some time, until the day they came to its end. Its end? Something of which wasn't immediately understood, but the sands of the bleak beach as the cool water crushed along the shoreline. This bliss, this beauty, this harmony wasn't far from heartwarming. So Dairshn regressed, and allowed himself to feel as he once did when he was separate.

To his surprise, from him dropped TLC and DMC, yet he still sustained himself. The two were in a coma, as though they were shells. Having a sense of compassion, he relinquished himself and garnered mixed essence of both into the other, effectively instilling them with a more complete sense of the other within each other. The focus lay with DMC as he awoke, in the highlands and TLC was gone. This was puzzling, they'd separated and more so were left here.

It was in time when they'd find their way back to Earth, but the Garden was calling.

DMC traveled alone for a long period of time, Garforge was once his only company still in the form of a potent weapon. It was here the change that enveloped become more apparent in his awareness. Unable to eat, sense a thorough feel for fatigue, just what was happening? His thoughts embraced this thorough confusion, until he longed for an answer. Coming to the inner confides of his individual essence is where he found remnants, if not fragmented memories of Garforge.

Oblivion.

Sought again, only him being in the physical this time. As this dominion of Orsa and a pseudo-existing plane shrouded by resilient order, he walked unphased. Yet he could feel himself cracking, slowly, as though he were breaking down on an entirely different level all. In the real most sense it was actually something attempting to escape, but it wasn't quite the right time for it to be released. So he continued, until he came upon the altar the housed what he was looking for.

"I needed to replace this...so I came looking for you..." Darien said holding the stub of Dark Malice Crescent. "I didn't think...even after coming here the first time, that this would still be here. Its..."

He couldn't finish before he collapsed to his knees, conscious with a faint sign of life left. In truth it was the sign of Orsa wearing on him, degrading from the outside in. Not yet released and compatible with this world, his alignment had to be shifted in order to survive. With a weak lift, his hand gripped the hilt of the blade as did the other pulling himself up. A firm hold, then tug, meeting with obvious resistance. Harnessing the innermost strength he had, he had a sudden strength of the world with him and lifted the weapon from its stand.

Thrown into the trap and display of it's raw mettle, Darien cracked wide open. Swallowed by madness, the chaotic mess being dumped on him like a steady stream of blood. Cringing at first, the mere thought of all which he held precipitating upon him all at once. Cocking back with an unprecedented smile, he began to laugh as his consciousness ceased, and his subconscious retreated to his now insanity fluxed mind.

Was this his power so overwhelming he'd been driven crazy? It was his own, but for him, the remnants of Gar didn't easily fade. As the ongoing naught symbiont of Darien for so long, he was a transient manifestation of his subconscious self deemed real. Aligned with him, Darien began to intake back which was released, the rawness of which would've impaled anyone instantly. Done in sync with Garforge he was able to resuscitate this power and send it to the dominion he stood in now.

He'd found his salvation. Standing anew kind of man, yet still a man. That power that he revived was sent into a book. A book that this man carries now, the book's name is "The Tales of DMC", written by Salforge...

An entire life only to be immortalized within the memories of a magical and spiritual outlet contained in a physical shell itself.
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[MESMAR_RISING]

Old character is old.

!WARNING FILE CORRUPT[FONT=&quot]

!WARNING: FILE CORRUPTED!

Serial Number 426, Aegis
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Status: Deceased
Species: ~Data corrupt
Gender: Male
Age: ~Data corrupt
Height: 180 cm
Eye Colour: N/A*
Hair Colour: N/A*

*Due to the reaction subject number 426 has had with the trials, codename Aegis has gained the ability to change his hair and eye colour seemingly at will. More data is needed to confirm this.

Entry 1: ~Data corrupt

Entry 2: ~Data corrupt

Entry 3: ~Data corrupt

Entry 4: ~Data corrupt

Entry 5: x day, x month, x year

It has been a mere 5 weeks since the trials began, and already the subjects have been reacting to their treatments. Indeed we are well on our way to the goal set out from the beginning: the creation of our very own being which could be able to stand against the ‘gods’ of this recently discovered omniverse. Though of course there were quite a few of the subjects that we began with which were unable to survive the initial trial stages and thus perished, there are a select few – ten to be precise - who have risen above the rest. The aforementioned ten subjects, who had such a positive response to the treatments, have each been given codenames. One among them being 426: codename Aegis.

Indeed, despite his initial resistance to the experiment as well as our early assumptions that he would be but another failure, he has instead in the last two weeks developed at an exponential rate. An explanation to why he developed slower than the others shall require the collection of more data, however it is my vow to uncover the secrets to Aegis’ resistance, and perhaps how to modify the treatment to have it progress even more rapidly in others.

Entry 6: ~Data corrupt

Entry 7: ~Data corrupt

Entry 8: x day, x month, x year

Despite the extent of our preparations I had never intended for the subjects to progress so rapidly. From the knowledge that Aegis’ body contained an allele non-existent in the bodies of the other subjects, we were able to create a solution which bypassed this odd gene and allowed the treatment to progress not only at the same rate as the others, but by my observations even more rapidly than what we previously thought possible. It seems however that 426 is beginning to have a negative reaction to the treatment; unlike the other subjects which were terminated in the beginning, his symptoms are not predominately physical, but instead mental.

More observation is needed to confirm this, however it seems as if he has developed a completely separate personality from the one that we have been exposed to thus far. There is the Aegis that has existed thus far, and then there is this new being that has taken refuge in his mind, a being that even 426 seems to fear.

One theory that I overheard a few of my fellow researchers discussing was that the test subjects had begun to take on traits of those ‘gods’ that they were made to imitate. Should this be true, I shudder to think of what the result would be if Aegis’ other side was ever given the chance to take control.

Entry 9: x day, x month, x year

Due to technical difficulties, it has been two weeks since my previous entry. It appears that my assumption that codename Aegis would be able to handle the effects of the experimentation were in fact incorrect. While the guards had busied themselves dealing with a few of the other lower level experiments that had begun fighting, the strain that 426’s alternate personality had put upon his mind became too much and he terminated himself. The only message he left before his life was ended was:[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]He has returned.[/FONT]​

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Could this ‘he’ that was referred to in that message be the one he shared his mind with? But then what had he meant as his returning? Truly in his death codename Aegis has left us with far more questions than he has answered.

Entry 10: Final Entry

Something’s gone horribly wrong, the ten elite subjects mentioned previously have begun to make their move. It started with Aegis’ assault in the mortuary. By way of some sort of magick, 426 he was able to reanimate the corpses and began his attack. We began this with the hopes of creating our very own god, a means to make the rest of the omniverse bow before us; instead we have created something unstoppable. May Hyne have mercy on all of our souls.

~ All further data is corrupt.[/FONT]

 

[Ðari]

Salforge

The Autumn was among them. Graced with the sense of tranquility that only the fall could bring with it. Change, rebirth, and the dawn of another day. Laced with the livelihood of a flowing city, the sounds of cars, trains and footsteps galore. The smog that ensued from moving cars quickly saturating the air with seeded pollution.

Onward, the sky had opened up. Completely barren of the clouds overhead, the sun at the very surmise of the sky; High noon. The close placement of buildings as they lurched close together. Below, below the hustle and flow of streets, pedestrians, and vehicles all the same. The heat of the atmosphere rippled, something of a mirage that seemed to flux itself onto the scene. Beyond the senses, an illusion of sorts, black began to fill the space.

Taking shape, like the tails of a shadow's shadow. Two legs took form from the mass, then arms, first the left and then the right. The head coming to be, surfacing last with the malice of the very heatwaves themselves. A radiance of red-orange essence coating the flux as he assumed a human form. Tall, poised, and a taste for monochrome fashion. Cracking the neck, this was a male for those who couldn't tell the difference.

Something of a rather propagated disposition of indifference seemed dull. His expression changed as he released a subtle yawn, before returning his palm to its former position. Letting his eyes rest upon the industrial setting below, he mused at how different things were. That contemplative feeling of being somewhat far from home seemed to pick at his vacant thoughts. Soothed by the sounds, they were soon gone.
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