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(Opening Theme)
Arcs of dangerous light bounce across the endless sky, relaying from one point to another, almost as if the lightning is part of some marathon. The sea of dark gray clouds above form a roof to this place, rolling onward as if there's nowhere to go. Thunder softly booms in the distance, proceeding as cannon fire in a war that just isn't happening. There is no rain, not yet at least. Instead, winds just gently blow, a lukewarm touch against the surface of any living entity that might be left here.
There is one.
From the surface of this world, a lone mountain stands sharp against the landscape, piercing into the sky as if trying to reach the cloud sea in some kind of last-ditch effort to stop the permanent gray. It fails though, but atop this mountain, this rocky pinnacle, there sets a round, Grecian-style open temple. Towards the end of the circle (a contradiction in itself) a throne is set, one of bronze and platinum and metals unseen before by most. Jewels and wires and other things are crafted into this throne. An occasional face, some remnant of a soul in the past, or a phantom, shows itself in the surface of the large, almost two-story tall chair.
Though, the chair, as large as it may be, isn't the most foreboding thing here. Though shadows dance off the pillars of the temple, torches of multicolored lights flickering and wavering, it is the figure upon the throne that draws the attention of the invisible audience. A figure that has been sitting there for ages, unmoved, pervading the realm around it, if not ever really there. Its hands almost seemed locked into a death grip upon the arms of the throne itself, giving the air that tension once and still does riddle this figure and its thoughts.
The eyes though, they remain fixed upon what remains in front of the figure: floating spheres of light that serve the same purpose as what humans know as a television. Only, these have full access to everywhere within the Omniverse. No sight, no matter how secretive and remote, is visible to these spheres if the viewer so chooses it. They are called the Spheres of Can'Thok, and the only catch being that the viewer has to know there is something secretive going on. Being able to see everything never implies being able to know everything. This viewer though, knows its programming:
Upon one sphere, the image of a dying being, once thought to be the most powerful in the Omniverse, is dying by the blade of another, whose ultimate abilities are that of the shamanistic nature. This dying one, known once as a Talen, has no regrets, but passes on, for better or worse, reigniting his entire race.
Upon another sphere, the one that once killed the last of the Talen now suffers his own death, at the hands of another -- an ancient, eldritch being known as Malum Incantum. His body pronouncing its death as it slides down the polestar of the destroyer.
Then, on the face of another sphere, a being as powerful as the Talen, a being that is a incarnation of Hopes and Dreams, disappears forever into another realm, to die, or perhaps something else entirely...
A different image upon many other spheres, showing beings that were now gone for whatever reason, or had disappeared, but were all interconnected somehow.
The figure sits there, watching it all with an unchanged, unaffected expression upon that ageless face. Those orbs sitting in its skull, gazing from one sphere to another, calmly, deliberately. Slowly, the viewer's chin sinks and rises again, in a slow nod. The spheres, one by one, disappear from sight. For a second, it sat there in silence, before gradually rising from the throne, sliding from it really, because the figure sitting upon the throne had assumed a smaller, human-sized shape.
The figure slowly walked towards the center of the temple floor, where a black circle was crafted into the ground. It stepped into the circle and stood there, staring off into the distance, as if waiting for something, or perhaps, someone.
Or perhaps, more than just that.
The figure was clad in gray business slacks and a gray blazer, under which was a black turtleneck sweater (outfit similar to this one only with appropriate color changes). The figure's hair was black, with white streaks running from the roots to the tips, across the shoulder-lengthed head full. The figure was a male, or at least looked like one, having a goatee that was also black, with a single white stripe down the middle. His face was of a well cared-for complexion and structure, but not without the faint aura of age. His eyes,were a solid blue. No, they were a solid white. No... they were every color, only separately but at the same time. There was no iris to speak of. In fact, the man himself seemed shockingly beautiful -- if indeed he was a man.
His hands were in his pockets, his arms slightly bent at the elbows, resting in a comfortable position. His hair blew gently in the wind. back towards the throne. There was something about the figure that just seemed to radiate nonconformity, as uniform as his appearance was. Something seemed to disrupt the very ideas and flow of time and space around him, even though none of it was perceivable.
For a while, no sound came from his lips, and they never gave even a faint tease of moving. Then, slowly, a smile cracked onto his face. It was almost audible, really, and it was followed by a grin, and then, a small laugh. The laughter though, grew, and grew, and grew, until it seemed to be echoing all across the mysterious world itself.
"Mine greatest enemies are defeated. My greatest threats and risks are gone or dead... My time has been revisited and now I am reconstructed -- nay, reborn into this form. Those who came before could not stop me, and now, I doubt this Omniverse offers anything that can be of such impact."
The figure smiled for a moment, before letting it fade from his features, and then continuing with his speech to the seemingly empty world at large.
"Valyon... the one most thought was the true champion... is no more. His destroyer, Nurios, is no more. Their friends and enemies, have gone their separate ways or are no more. There is only I, a force so unstoppable that this existence itself could not be contained without my being. I am that which is unbound, that which has no cause nor effect but rather both at the same time. I have watched even gods burst into existence, only to be dismissed. I am that eternal sea of disorder which everything must be born into, in which everything must exist..."
He slowly pulled his hands from his pockets, and raised those hands towards the stormy sea of clouds. The sea above seemed to respond, moving and swirling, circling upon itself. The lightning went from not-so-threatening bolts to large, cannon-sized blasts of pure electricity, cutting into the sky and into the unseen landscape below. The man gave a large, malice-filled grin as he stared into the miasma of unrest above. Soon, a small pinprick of opening amidst the swirling sea appeared, and began to widen, until it grew to a vast size, revealing beyond it... nothing but stars, an empty sky of them, almost eerie in its quiet appearance juxtaposed underneath by the stormy weather.
Above, amidst the vast space, the stars and worlds that floated out there... suddenly started to disrupt, changing course or colliding into one another. Stars were popping into and out of existence. In the far off reaches... the Earth, in its current incarnation, was obliterated as its star went supernova. Life was fluctuating, being created and destroyed. There was no formal balance, yet there wasn't a complete disarray. Constellations realigned themselves, forcing new pathways and gateways amidst the Omniverse. By doing this, the world that the man had been on for so long, became revealed, became open to notice by all in the Omniverse for the first time. He had collected the Can'Thok Spheres so that no one could accidentally spy on him, while he built his power. To those who could sense power in the slightest or were at least open to it, would suddenly feel the planet's presence as if it was an urgent threat, about to loom over their very existence and destroy it, even though the world itself was no bigger than Earth.
The man called out, not in a normal voice, and not in some, Omniversal-scale-shout either, but in a spectrum of sound that only those who were not normal, who had different fates, no matter how small or how grand, could not just hear, but feel, see, taste, and smell.
"I am the Father reborn! I am that which isn't and should be! I am Lord of Chaos, and I openly challenge you, Omniverse! Come to my world, and find your fates!"
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(Opening Theme)
Arcs of dangerous light bounce across the endless sky, relaying from one point to another, almost as if the lightning is part of some marathon. The sea of dark gray clouds above form a roof to this place, rolling onward as if there's nowhere to go. Thunder softly booms in the distance, proceeding as cannon fire in a war that just isn't happening. There is no rain, not yet at least. Instead, winds just gently blow, a lukewarm touch against the surface of any living entity that might be left here.
There is one.
From the surface of this world, a lone mountain stands sharp against the landscape, piercing into the sky as if trying to reach the cloud sea in some kind of last-ditch effort to stop the permanent gray. It fails though, but atop this mountain, this rocky pinnacle, there sets a round, Grecian-style open temple. Towards the end of the circle (a contradiction in itself) a throne is set, one of bronze and platinum and metals unseen before by most. Jewels and wires and other things are crafted into this throne. An occasional face, some remnant of a soul in the past, or a phantom, shows itself in the surface of the large, almost two-story tall chair.
Though, the chair, as large as it may be, isn't the most foreboding thing here. Though shadows dance off the pillars of the temple, torches of multicolored lights flickering and wavering, it is the figure upon the throne that draws the attention of the invisible audience. A figure that has been sitting there for ages, unmoved, pervading the realm around it, if not ever really there. Its hands almost seemed locked into a death grip upon the arms of the throne itself, giving the air that tension once and still does riddle this figure and its thoughts.
The eyes though, they remain fixed upon what remains in front of the figure: floating spheres of light that serve the same purpose as what humans know as a television. Only, these have full access to everywhere within the Omniverse. No sight, no matter how secretive and remote, is visible to these spheres if the viewer so chooses it. They are called the Spheres of Can'Thok, and the only catch being that the viewer has to know there is something secretive going on. Being able to see everything never implies being able to know everything. This viewer though, knows its programming:
Upon one sphere, the image of a dying being, once thought to be the most powerful in the Omniverse, is dying by the blade of another, whose ultimate abilities are that of the shamanistic nature. This dying one, known once as a Talen, has no regrets, but passes on, for better or worse, reigniting his entire race.
Upon another sphere, the one that once killed the last of the Talen now suffers his own death, at the hands of another -- an ancient, eldritch being known as Malum Incantum. His body pronouncing its death as it slides down the polestar of the destroyer.
Then, on the face of another sphere, a being as powerful as the Talen, a being that is a incarnation of Hopes and Dreams, disappears forever into another realm, to die, or perhaps something else entirely...
A different image upon many other spheres, showing beings that were now gone for whatever reason, or had disappeared, but were all interconnected somehow.
The figure sits there, watching it all with an unchanged, unaffected expression upon that ageless face. Those orbs sitting in its skull, gazing from one sphere to another, calmly, deliberately. Slowly, the viewer's chin sinks and rises again, in a slow nod. The spheres, one by one, disappear from sight. For a second, it sat there in silence, before gradually rising from the throne, sliding from it really, because the figure sitting upon the throne had assumed a smaller, human-sized shape.
The figure slowly walked towards the center of the temple floor, where a black circle was crafted into the ground. It stepped into the circle and stood there, staring off into the distance, as if waiting for something, or perhaps, someone.
Or perhaps, more than just that.
The figure was clad in gray business slacks and a gray blazer, under which was a black turtleneck sweater (outfit similar to this one only with appropriate color changes). The figure's hair was black, with white streaks running from the roots to the tips, across the shoulder-lengthed head full. The figure was a male, or at least looked like one, having a goatee that was also black, with a single white stripe down the middle. His face was of a well cared-for complexion and structure, but not without the faint aura of age. His eyes,were a solid blue. No, they were a solid white. No... they were every color, only separately but at the same time. There was no iris to speak of. In fact, the man himself seemed shockingly beautiful -- if indeed he was a man.
His hands were in his pockets, his arms slightly bent at the elbows, resting in a comfortable position. His hair blew gently in the wind. back towards the throne. There was something about the figure that just seemed to radiate nonconformity, as uniform as his appearance was. Something seemed to disrupt the very ideas and flow of time and space around him, even though none of it was perceivable.
For a while, no sound came from his lips, and they never gave even a faint tease of moving. Then, slowly, a smile cracked onto his face. It was almost audible, really, and it was followed by a grin, and then, a small laugh. The laughter though, grew, and grew, and grew, until it seemed to be echoing all across the mysterious world itself.
"Mine greatest enemies are defeated. My greatest threats and risks are gone or dead... My time has been revisited and now I am reconstructed -- nay, reborn into this form. Those who came before could not stop me, and now, I doubt this Omniverse offers anything that can be of such impact."
The figure smiled for a moment, before letting it fade from his features, and then continuing with his speech to the seemingly empty world at large.
"Valyon... the one most thought was the true champion... is no more. His destroyer, Nurios, is no more. Their friends and enemies, have gone their separate ways or are no more. There is only I, a force so unstoppable that this existence itself could not be contained without my being. I am that which is unbound, that which has no cause nor effect but rather both at the same time. I have watched even gods burst into existence, only to be dismissed. I am that eternal sea of disorder which everything must be born into, in which everything must exist..."
He slowly pulled his hands from his pockets, and raised those hands towards the stormy sea of clouds. The sea above seemed to respond, moving and swirling, circling upon itself. The lightning went from not-so-threatening bolts to large, cannon-sized blasts of pure electricity, cutting into the sky and into the unseen landscape below. The man gave a large, malice-filled grin as he stared into the miasma of unrest above. Soon, a small pinprick of opening amidst the swirling sea appeared, and began to widen, until it grew to a vast size, revealing beyond it... nothing but stars, an empty sky of them, almost eerie in its quiet appearance juxtaposed underneath by the stormy weather.
Above, amidst the vast space, the stars and worlds that floated out there... suddenly started to disrupt, changing course or colliding into one another. Stars were popping into and out of existence. In the far off reaches... the Earth, in its current incarnation, was obliterated as its star went supernova. Life was fluctuating, being created and destroyed. There was no formal balance, yet there wasn't a complete disarray. Constellations realigned themselves, forcing new pathways and gateways amidst the Omniverse. By doing this, the world that the man had been on for so long, became revealed, became open to notice by all in the Omniverse for the first time. He had collected the Can'Thok Spheres so that no one could accidentally spy on him, while he built his power. To those who could sense power in the slightest or were at least open to it, would suddenly feel the planet's presence as if it was an urgent threat, about to loom over their very existence and destroy it, even though the world itself was no bigger than Earth.
The man called out, not in a normal voice, and not in some, Omniversal-scale-shout either, but in a spectrum of sound that only those who were not normal, who had different fates, no matter how small or how grand, could not just hear, but feel, see, taste, and smell.
"I am the Father reborn! I am that which isn't and should be! I am Lord of Chaos, and I openly challenge you, Omniverse! Come to my world, and find your fates!"
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Hello, and welcome. This is an all-out battle against one of my sleeper creations, something I'd been toying with for a while, yet never wanted to try because of the importance of prior characters. For those wondering, yes, this character is related to Father Chaos. I won't yet disclose how, because that's part of the story.
This is a battle, and it is Power-Character. However, this isn't just a fight to see who is better, this is a fight that ties into a story. A story that I plan on turning into a large-scale Role-Play at some time. So, no fret, if your character is defeated, they won't necessarily die, and their role isn't over.
In fact, the more people that join this and battle, the bigger and more intricate the story shall become. I may even PM some of you that join to plan twists and turns in this fight. If you want your character to die or change or something, that's fine too though.
Anyway, anyone of any scale can really join... but... if you're say, a Keyblade Warrior from the Kingdom Hearts Universe, don't expect to live very long. Also, I do expect a certain degree of literacy and grammar, but I also don't want some 18th Century prose going on either. I've got no time for it, and neither do most people who Role-Play.
You can get to the temple however you want. It's a very large, open-temple (think the Olympus Temple in the Hercules animated movie, a giant round floor with pillars lining the border).
This isn't just an exercise to build my character for future... ideas either. If you have an idea with a character and want to express it, PM some people who join or if it deals with me, PM me. I'll be happy to bounce things off one another.
Anyway, that's it. Otherwise, keep it clean and you know what to do. Post a profile, or work it into your character. I didn't post a profile for the Lord because of certain plans. This is not for Battle Rank,though it may twist some roads... And yes, if you do enter a character, even though they may not die, this is Canon.
Enjoy!
This is a battle, and it is Power-Character. However, this isn't just a fight to see who is better, this is a fight that ties into a story. A story that I plan on turning into a large-scale Role-Play at some time. So, no fret, if your character is defeated, they won't necessarily die, and their role isn't over.
In fact, the more people that join this and battle, the bigger and more intricate the story shall become. I may even PM some of you that join to plan twists and turns in this fight. If you want your character to die or change or something, that's fine too though.
Anyway, anyone of any scale can really join... but... if you're say, a Keyblade Warrior from the Kingdom Hearts Universe, don't expect to live very long. Also, I do expect a certain degree of literacy and grammar, but I also don't want some 18th Century prose going on either. I've got no time for it, and neither do most people who Role-Play.
You can get to the temple however you want. It's a very large, open-temple (think the Olympus Temple in the Hercules animated movie, a giant round floor with pillars lining the border).
This isn't just an exercise to build my character for future... ideas either. If you have an idea with a character and want to express it, PM some people who join or if it deals with me, PM me. I'll be happy to bounce things off one another.
Anyway, that's it. Otherwise, keep it clean and you know what to do. Post a profile, or work it into your character. I didn't post a profile for the Lord because of certain plans. This is not for Battle Rank,though it may twist some roads... And yes, if you do enter a character, even though they may not die, this is Canon.
Enjoy!
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