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Everything has an effect; every being has say in what happens in the future. As a war looms closer, it is only in hindsight that we see the building effect we all have on the future. Will you have a part in the ultimate fate of the Omniverse? Or will you sit idly by and let it pass?

Rules
1) If you wish to participate, reply with a character template. This character template must be your titular character; the one you that reflects you as an RPer. Pick you greatest creation; as they will have a prominant effect in the days to come.

2) Sign up only AND ONLY if you have time to dedicate to this. This campaign will not work if you simply let a battle die.

3) These battles are intended for character development to an ultimate ends. Do not expect every battle to end in death or complete surrender; this is not about winning- it is about the story.

4) As I begin to set up battles once I have enough characters signed up, I will begin to add them to the database thread; A Prophecy for Humanity (click for link). This will contain the timeline of our happenings as well as show the ultimate effect of it. This is a RP; it is a story, told through battles.

5) There is not skill cap on here; but I ask this. If you join, join with your best character and best foot forward. This is not about any individual success. This is not a "HEHE, I'M THE BEST" tournament. This is about putting our creativity and skill together to tell a great story. Think about that as you join.

6) The plot will evolve as we go along. And as people start adding templates, I will put up the templates for the Prophets as well.

7) Let's make this awesome; A Prophecy for Humanity has begun.
 
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I'll give this one a go. Haven't actually gotten to use him as of yet. If you need a bio, I can fill that in, though it won't be anything spectacular.

Name: Kuan Dailel

Gender: Male

Age: Around 70 Years of Age

Appearance:
The first feature of any individual that is processed prior to any other, will, on average, be their overall physique. And Kuan's is one that tends to stand out slightly than most others, though not entirely because of an odd form. What one would first take note of regarding his physical form is his height, which sits at 7' even. He is made to seem even taller than he really is, simply for the fact that his body is a little bit on the scrawny side, having little fat, and a thinner, leaner muscle build. His arms, and legs are a bit longer than those of many others, and his feet and hands slightly oversized and thus, disproportionate with the rest of his physique. His abs appear to be of both little fat, and little muscle, giving his torso a skeletal appearance.

Kuan's face is is often obscured, and tainted by a series of generally "hideous deformities", though they are not really any problem, at least in his own eyes. HIs head is slightly distored, being more akin to an ovular shape as opposed to the normally concieved sphere. The skin here appears to be stretched back,and wrinkled, making him appear to be more elderly than he is in actuallity. His complexion, though pressumably of a brighter hue, has been masked over a veil of a charcoal black substance, scattered in various locations around his face. His chin is pointed, and jutting out slightly, adorned by a darkened oragne haired goatee. The hair upon the top of his head is, regrettably, non-existnent these days, limited now limited to a mullet of the same orange hair, lining the edge of the large bald patch upon the top. The most striking feature of his face, is his eyes, which are of a shining, metallic gold.

Most of his bodily features are concealed beneath a flowing, whisping black cloak, complete with a hood, which he rarely uses.

Personality:
Kuan Dailel's personality is largely a reflection of the dualistic, two faced nature of the rights with which he has been endowed with. Just as he possess rites of the conflicting nature of life and death, so to, does his persona reflect a death-life manner of split, premeating through as a sort of bipolar, and possibly, a slight split personality disorder. On the one hand, he can be tranquil, generous, and hearty. Yet on the other hand, often in mid sentence, he can shift to being rageful, self-centered, and downright depressed.

Title Rites:
Occult Artist - One who is apparent a master of manipulating spiritual energy of the dead. Granted with the ability to control or summon the spiritual energy of those once living or those who have recently died, and can make it so that these creatures or people fight for them, thus easily staying unharmed in battle and collecting souls for twisted purposes and switching their souls into a rotting corps if found of vice versa.

Substance Weaver - One whom more or less is able to weave the fabrics of life force. Such control of these powers allows one to heal any being, and thus cause the regeneration of a creature in mere seconds, pulling the very strings that build life. Though a being such as this can heal, they expend enormous energy doing so according to the wond that is fixed.

Weapons:
Soul's Veil - The name given by Kuan to a gaseous cloud of darkened purple smoke that lingers around his body. The cloud is most often found hovering in a densely compacted fashion around his feet, but can be shifted to fit around his bady, if need be. The substance of which this cloud is composed is known as ectoplasm, the term oft associated with souls, and in our own cultures, ghosts, and is agreed to be composed of the energy of the souls themselves, or otherwise, what energy remains after the soul has been parted from the body. The substance is, and especially in Kuan's case, undefined in its form, and can be altered from a gas, to a liquid, or to a liquid-solid state.

Despite any possible complexities that may arrive in the use of such a device, the effects are relatively simple. The ectoplasm serves as the primary means of extracting the living energy out of living organisms. In the cases of less complex beings, this energy must be extracted by means of the ectoplasm entering the body of the victim, which can be achieved either by forcing it through ready openings (nose, mouth, and even pores within the skin, if any exist), as a gaseous form. This gaseous substance can be solidified, to some extent, giving it a greater physical practicality.

Healing Hands -
Hidden underneath the sleeves of his cloak are, naturally, Kuan's hands. But they are not like the rest of his body, and in several ways. The first notice that one would have in this, is that his hands are of a pure, glowing white. This glowing white is the concentration of the life force, and make up the primary external life force manipulation means for Kuan's healing powers. Albeit with the cost of energy that comes with the use of such powers, he can potentially bring an individual back from the brink of death, or even, at a price that few would be willing to pay, restore the life force of the being in question.

Race: Vajra

Bio:

To Be Writen.
 

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Name: Odin Novestar

Title: Odin Of Fire // Lord of the Crimson Sea

Age: 28 but has ceased aging, as is custom to his race.

Gender: Male

Race: Divinity - A race of angel that has been rewarded great cosmic power by the one God. There are two ways one is admitted into such a race, either you are born into it, or you are chosen by god himself to carry the call of justice. In this case, Odin is the latter, born a human that was then inaugurated into the kinship of the Divinities. The divinities require no earthly needs, such as nourishment, air, or rest. Nor are they bound by the shackles of the mind, or so to speak, the laws of this world. They can defy gravity, create whatever element hey have been given dominion over at will, and posses super-human reflexes and strength. Make no mistake though, these beings are far from perfect, least not the human that are created into one. They have faults, and weaknesses just like any soldier, for the only creation that is perfect is god himself.

Element: Any form of fire or heat imaginable in the universe.

Appearance: Well Odin has three forms you see, his emotions are so utterly and unbelievably strong that they actually coincide with his Magi power to change his appearance and abilities. These have their positive and negative effects on not only odin himself, but his attire as well, and this make him have a constant struggle within his soul.

Odin-This is odin how he usually appears, young and innocent, someone who would not know of the horrors of war, but this is fantasy. The only difference from the photo provided is that the scarf round his neck is scarlet, reaching down to his back. Also his eyes are orange in this, his most human of forms.

Rage Odin- In this form Odins' skin will become grey, his hair a deep and dar gray, and his entire body has steam coming off of it as if it were a hot poker swiftly thrust into water. Thus, if one touches Odins' very body they will burn themselves instantly. His strength also increases tenfold in this form, as are his fire abilities, as it is triggered when Odin is utterly full of hatred for his opponent. He also sprouts wings of darkness and his eyes fill with an eerie yellow glow. In this form his mind also shifts from mindless screams of rage to the psychotic laughter of his inner self, Nova, but that is another story for another time. Also, in this form, Odin does not always have full control, which is his downfall.

Odin The Divine- This is the ultimate, the last resort, and sadly the hardest form to achieve for Odin, a rather hotheaded man inclined to anger. For this form to even be triggered, he must be as a saint and forgive his opponent of all their past misdeeds, and not swing his swords at them with rage, but instead with love. This form gives the man, Odin, access to his full potential as a mage, changing his hair snow white, making his eyes fill with a calm blue color, as well as change his attire to that seen in the picture. He can also unleash his gigantic pearl wings and move at nearly supersonic speeds. In this form he also seems to know what is going to happen before the fact, giving his enemies the impression that he has foresight. The truth though is that, since he is using all of his ability as a warrior and divinity that his body reacts almost all on it's own. The only fault in this form is that it breaks up Odins' body from within, making his bleed spontaneously from his nose or eyes, and even cough up blood because of all the power he is excerpting. After all, he is still ........ only human.

Personality: Odin is a complicated soul. A man whom is quick to anger, yet rich in kindness. He will protect all that he can with his blade, overcoming every obstacle to see his dreams come to fruition. Yet if someone posses a threat to he or his friends the only though on his mind is retribution. Truly though, he is a fun loving man that loves his life and all those around him, but the confusion and frustration of being chosen as a Magi is heavy on his soul and makes him yearn for a life or normalcy. Even so though, he will not allow his sorrow to be shown to his companions, for he believes it is more important to make everyone in the entire world happy, much less his few friends, then he himself. He is a loyal protector, intelligent fighter, and all around caring individual. Finally, killing humans makes him sick, but if they are evil men then he will bear with it and do what must be done.

Weapon(s):

Súnágamají- A simple katana hand crafted and made for him by his own father.
Drachenuer- A sword that belonged to his brother that he took from his cold, lifeless hands of after he saw him die in front of his eyes, in an effort to kill the assailant.

Noting very special about these two blades really, other then the fact that they both have great spiritual meaning to Odin and in that way he can make his powers flow through them without destroying them completely, such as him being able to superheat them, and catch them on fire.

Throwing Axes- Odin always has at least ten of these on his person at all time. Other then that, they are small, knife-like throwing axes. What's not to get?

Bonreu: This weapon is made when Odin concentrates on materializing a weapon that consist of all the energy within his being. He does this by materializing a red orb in the palm of his hand, crushing it, and forming the blade to what it's true form is. It is a crystalized sword made of orange crystal sharpened on very edge, with a ruby the size of a mans fist at the tip that is the sharpest of them all. It's handle goes into a celtic cross formation with a blade at the top, the two smaller handles going left and right, a ring in the middle, and the longest handle acting as the main one. This blade is also just as big as odin is, and standing at 6" 2" that is quite large, but he waves it around effortlessly because to him it has no weight, for in essence it is just his soul.


Bio: I'm actually writing the trilogy of books centered around him right now, so this is a work in progress. I will defiantly get up a summarized version by the end of tomorrow though.
 

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Name: Nurios Eskeleon

Nickname(s): Rainfire, The Sleeper

Age: Age is a construct of time. Time does not apply to those who merely live within a dream. As far as physical shells go, Nurios' shell appears to be a healthy and young 26.

Gender: Male, as far as anyone can tell.

Race: Nurios is represented by a human in appearance, though his race is merely a structure so that he can exist on the Physical Plane.

Personality: "The Sleeper" as he is called at times, is a determined individual. His mind seems to span gaps of time and space if only to find the corner of a page to turn so he can keep reading. His mind works on a different level than most others, viewing the abstract as fact and fact as merely speculation. He is not chaotic -- in fact, his actions and methods are very directed. His thinking is so far ahead that he often finds himself coming up behind his own plans to make a new one. Strategic doesn't even begin to describe the movements that he makes within his head.

In battle and outside, he's as calm as a lotus on a flat day upon a stream. His face shows emotion when needed and only as much as is needed. His small smile seems carefree and often will put one at ease. His eyes are light and never accusing. They instead seem to merely ask tentatively of the ones he rest them upon. He is soft-spoken, but still spoken, and only raises his voice if the situation calls for it. Even then he seems quiet... but there, and steady and stubborn, as far as making a point. His sense of humor is rather empty, often making jokes only to find that they aren't really that funny. He's usually willing to get over it though and is rather good humored as far as taking jokes goes.

Appearance: Nurio in his normal appearance is only average male height -- around 5'10. However, he has a muscular and lithe build, with tanned, tight but smooth, skin that shows a shade of very light brown. His hair is a dull sun-bleached white in color that seems to run every which-way off of his head, spiking in some places and laying down in others. His ears are a smaller, button-round, almost elfin in design. His features are sharp but kind, and his light brown/grey eyes seem to peer into the most bound of hearts. His face has a slightly rounder but rigid build to it, as does his frame, though it seems as if it can bend with the slightest breeze. On his back is a black-inked tattoo of an odd symbol that no one has of yet been able to identify.

Nurio wears brown pants that are slightly more slack and are held up by a black belt with a golden belt buckle in a simple circle-shape. He wears black boots that have nothing special about them either -- standard military appearance in all fact. He wears a black button-up tank top that is made of a fine but thick silk-like substance. Over this he wears a white long-trimmed vest that has curtails in the front and back that go down to his knees and feet respectively. Upon this vest lies the sash and scabbard of his weapon, a large mishapen sword called Sleep. Upon his shoulders is the remains of what seems to be a black tattered cloak, frayed around the shoulders and torn pieces sticking out here and there while the mainstay of it trails down to his lower legs. He wears black sleeves on his lower arms that end in a cut-off glove on his left hand and a circlet of an odd silver metal on his right hand.

History:

A Rough Beginning

Nurio was born a human and without a name. He was born a human back at the cusp of humanity's rise from being mere ape-cousins to the superior race of Earth. There was no real definition of "war" or "poverty" at that point, simply survival was all that mattered. Nurio's tribe was one of the best at survival, able to fend off most other groups and animals that would like to find one of their members as its next meal. The people of this tribe were normal in appearance and typical of the time -- fairly hairy (even the females had more than usual) and short and stocky, none of them reaching over five feet in height.

When Nurio was born he was almost destroyed for his difference in appearance. First off, as a babe he was not thick and small but rather similar to the newborns of contemporary age. His hair was white, which, while a baby, wasn't too unusual, was still unnerving. There was also a strange birthmark upon Nurio's back, which the tribe shaman decreed to be a mark from the Gods. His parents were both proud and ashamed, for any mark by the Gods was usually a bad sign, though none had ever occured on human skin before this time. They still chose to raise him instead of giving him up to sacrifice or releasing him into the wild or selling him as a slave to others.

Nurio grew up out of balance with the rest of the tribe. As a child he kept his white hair, which caused great unrest among the others of his tribe and ostricized him from playing with the other children of the tribe. He was also taller than normal, which made him stick out and his movements awkward when he would try and play hunter-prey with his father or what few friends he did possess. He excelled at learning quickly becoming as smart as the tribe shaman and even causing jealousy and fear from him. His hunting skills grew quicker than even the young men of the tribe, causing them to hate him because, as was custom, the best hunter of his tribe recieved the best mate. Indeed, Nurio's youth was riddled with awkwardness and alienation, which would only help to serve as a sign of things to come for him.

As Nurio grew into adulthood, he was even more hated. His parents had died from raids on other tribes and so he had to make a living on his own. He was taller than anyone else in the tribe and just as well built as the rest of the males. His white hair stood out and attracted the females more so than even the finest animal-pelts could at the time. The Shaman saw him as a threat to his power and the males of the tribe saw him as a threat to their continuity. It was in the middle of his twenties (as far as dates can tell) that a change was made in his life.

The shaman of the tribe secretly met with other shamen of the time and discussed Nurio and his appearance and everything about his character. They all found him fascinating, but at the same time, a potential danger to the very livelihood of the Shaman's society. The Shamans actually ruled the tribes together and only created hostility in order to keep the others from gaining any sort of power. Nurio possessed knowledge that even surpassed the eldest of the Shamen and strength greater than the greatest warrior of any tribe of the time. The only question was, what were they to do with the young man? They decided to cast a spell on him to make appeasement to the Gods above and below and all around.

So one night, Nurio was tied up and drugged and dragged from his shelter. He was taken to the Pit of the Three Moons, where, according to lore, three different "moons" (actually meteors) had fallen and it was considered the most sacred place known to the Shamen. Animals would specifically go far out of their paths and yearly migration routes in order to avoid the place. Strange events seemed to happen there, and so the Shamen considered their magical powers at their highest here. And so they tossed Nurio into the pit, and began to weave their spell around him, speaking words of their tongue now long forgotten.

The spell was meant to capture the soul from Nurio's body so that it would be perfectly in tact and would be prime material for sacrificing to the Gods. It was meant to render him into an unconscious from which he would never escape and would still leave, even while being eaten by the Gods if they so chose to accept the sacrifice of his soul. Given the nature of the pit around him, or perhaps he himself, this was not the case. The net of green and blue energy that was wrapping around his body seemed to jerk and tear, and became red and yellow, shifting shapes and seeping into his skin, while at the same time, striking out at the Shamen circled above, reaching through their very bodies and pulling out the essence of their lives and power.

The force itself seemed to be unbearable pain... and not just physical. He could feel the pain of their knowledge and power and things they had done in the past being melded into his mind and being rewritten as if he had done such things. He could feel pleasure though as well. He could feel the cold and the heat of power as it traced through his veins and wrote itself into his very DNA. The birthmark on his back seemed to shift and become a tattoo, only actually written into his very being, some ancient symbol. The spell seemed to torment him for an eternity, but rather only lasted a moment, as magic often leaves one with contradicting feelings. It was from that pit, that night that fifty-one individuals entered... and only one emerged. He emerged as a new being, one with power unimaginable for the time period and for the place in which he lived. He had the power of the fifty shamans -- the beings who more or less ensured the survival of everyone, who had been known to turn the weather to their favor or to shift the mountains so that they could pass through.

Nurio was unsure of what to do though. He knew that if he returned to his tribe that they would hate him and fear him for what happened. They would try to kill him and ultimately fail, because he would fight back. He had his loyalties to his tribe though, and wished not to fight them, and so instead stole upon the grounds and gathered enough supplies to last him a few days before setting off into the night, to walk the landscape of the young Earth and to leave his tribe in peace, never to see them again...

Pain of the Ages

Nurio found over time a new life. He was a traveler who wanted to see the world and to experience everything he could. He found that he could naturally speak any tongue he came across and his knowledge grew more and more. He wandered the deserts and walked along the shores of the seas, experiencing everything he could. He made a few friends along the way and many enemies -- those jealous of his powers and abilities. He used them to help others when he could and only rarely ever used them for gain, and even then it was to a positive end. Nurio also found, over time, that it held no meaning for him.

He watched as tribes grew into communities and communities into villages and villages into towns. Groups banded together and broke apart. Days were like minutes to him in comparison to others. He stopped aging and watched those he knew grow up and have children, die, and then their children repeat the same process. He was scared of himself and what he did not understand. There had to be a way to find out and he knew it had something to do with what happened to him. So, as time went by, he studied all that he could. He went back to the place of his "new" origins and, while he found nothing strange, he also found something very unusual. The pit he had been through in was now filled up and while one could see the edges of where it had been, Nurio no longer felt any connection to that place, as he had before now.

For the time being Nurio decided all he could do was wait. He finally stopped wandering in the area now known as Southern Europe... around Greece to be precise. He built himself a home and settled down while time passed him by even faster. While staying in one place, though, he found something -- a person who made time seem to slow down, if even a little, for him -- Renec. It was a woman who he could not resist. Her beauty was unparalleled from all the females he had seen -- she had long flowing black hair that curled at the ends, perfect olive skin, and the deepest blue eyes that even rivaled the oceans in their depth and beauty. She had a gorgeous body -- and a beautiful mind.

Nurio quickly made a run for her. At first there was resistance -- she wanted him to chase her if he truly cared, and so he did. Soon afterwards, she was his for the taking. She fell as deeply as in love with him as he did with her, and they almost never left one another's side. He made them a modest living and they enjoyed even some of the finer things in life that others did not -- items and treasures that Nurio had gathered in his journey across Europe, Africa, and Asia. For a little while, he didn't care about himself or about time passing around him, not as long as he had her.

That was the problem though, Nurio would not have her for long. Time slowly started to pass even faster again, and he watched Renec grow old and sick, and finally one day, she died. He anguished over her for years, watching the villages down below him in the vallies grow into town and soon, cities. It was one day while walking the streets of one of these cities that he heard of a being who could possibly help him. She was known as the Oracle at Delphi and supposedly had the ear of the Gods, or at least, was listening in through the ear of the Gods. It made no matter to him just as long as he got answers. And so, he left.


For two long weeks Nurio journeyed. There were dangers and obstacles and hard-tread paths along the way. At one point he was even stopped by the Demigod Hercules, who was trying to protect the Oracle from those that would do her harm. After they'd both beat the snot out of one another, Nurio finally explained that he meant her no harm and was in fact, there to get her help. Hercules considered this and finally decided to let him pass. From there on in he just had to climb the mountain to get to her.

Nurio finally reached the top of the mountain to find the temple in plain sight. Without thinking, he walked forward to enter the temple but was stopped by its four nearly-immortal and invincible guards. By this time he was agitated and was determined to get to her one way or another. He quickly dispatched the four guards without killing them, managing to trap them in an illusion, before he could continue on his way. He tread deep into the temple, careful to watch for any more surprises that might jump out at him, but encountered none. He finally found his way to the room of the Oracle, and she met him with like she had in her visions before this day.

They conversed for what seemed like night and day. Nurio wished to know about his power and know who he was and the Oracle just kept replying with riddles and circular logic. Finally though, he broke down to her, in all the pain that he had been in for the past century or so, and explained why he needed to know. The pain of being immortal was driving him insane and he needed some kind of straight answer from her. The Oracle hesitated for a while, before she finally decided to respond. She told him that he was indeed the culmination of power from the shamans that birthed him and from his own abilities -- which laid dormant within him. She also told him that the Pit from which it occured had been moved -- or rather, the magical energy and ground that inhabited the Pit had been moved and the rest had been filled. Some mysterious group that she could not quite identify had done it, but she was confident that if he waited eventually he would find them.

Nurio thanked her and gave her offering of his precious treasures, from which she accepted gratefully. He left the temple that day and decided it was time to start journeying again. So it was that he traveled the world, to continents he had never been to before and to cities he never knew existed. As time passed he kept an eye out for any signs of the mysterious group that had made off with his origins, but the only clues he ever found fell short for him. It was indeed something that even he, with his vast extent of knowledge could not figure out. The Oracle told him to have patience... but even that of someone who lived forever would grow weary after a couple of centuries.

However, time passed enough... and he finally found an important clue. On a visit to the city of El Dorado, the legendary city of gold, he found that the golden temples, according to history, had been crafted by some strange group who possessed powers not unlike his own. He found out that their name -- Ordino Mivatus. Sadly that was all that he was able to discover. So with a fond farewell to his friends in the city, Nurio bid them farewell to continue his world-wide trek for information.

Around the turn of the 20th Century, Nurio (now a private wealthy entrepreneur) had it all. He was powerful and dealt with all matters of things -- from construction to artifacts, from the arcane to the scientific. He had been there and done that more than likely. His aims were only to maintain his lifestyle and further his research into the mysterious Ordino Mivatus. His powers had grown even more -- constant training and help from others around the world who apparently let him know that he was not alone in being unnatural.

A World Not as it Seems

As his life progressed, Nurio slowly started to control more and more industries, more and more companies and groups in hopes that at least one of them would get him closer to Mivatus. As it so happened, luck would finally smile on him. One day he received a mysterious e-mail from an anonymous individual, an email that requested he come to the base of K2 in the Himalayas. While never a naive or stupid individual, Nurio couldn't help but be curious and was desparate for answers in his process of non-aging.

Nurio made his trek to the Himalayas via private jet and his own abilities. It was a hard icy journey through the valleys and up onto the sharp crags that decorated the frozen and hazardous landscape. All the while though, even in the barren nature of the place, it seemed as if he was never alone. He could almost feel a presence, a close one that seemed powerful yet dangerous. His mind was boggled while his body was nearly frozen... but for some reason, it never did. He felt the could -- knew it existed, yet he never suffered from hypothermia or any other cold-related condition. It boggled his mind even further.

Eventually he reached the base of K2... and found nothing. At least, from what he could see normally. He searched the base of the huge and daunting peak but came up empty. He was starting to get enraged... between the mystery, and the cold, and the pain of the years, it was all piling up on him. He felt himself slip deeper and finally couldn't handle the pressure. He exploded with magical energy, and it cascaded off of his body in waves that seemed to shake the valley of the mountains themselves. It was in this that he saw it -- at one small crag, the snow and permafrost was knocked off enough to reveal a door made of an odd, dark metal. He inspected the door and touched it with his hand tentatively, and the door receeded from sight. Nurio travelled down a darkly lith pathway underneath the mountain. It seemed like he was wandering for hours, before he came to a large chamber.

He gasped. Standing before him was a group of individuals who wore dark red hoods. They were dressed similarly but he could discern that there were females and males. They stared at him from underneath their hoods and he quickly and foolishly revealed his powers. Of course to him it was the right move -- he did not feel like screwing around any further. They however, appeared unaffected -- in fact, one-by-one, they did the same. Each one removed their cowls and revealed faces as young and as old as his was at the same time. They all had abilities, possibly on par with his own and were all ageless as he was it seemed. He stepped down from being over-anxious and talked with them.

For once it seemed like Nurio caught a break. They eagerly told him of who they were and what they did. They were the Ordino Mivatus and their mission was to make sure the world ran carefully and did not progress too fast or too slowly. They were all immortals, some younger, some older, some even the same age. Each had powers of their own that they had unlocked... but none of them possessed his. They stole the materials from the Pit because they had hoped to gain his own abilities in order to their own -- as it stood, he was potentially the most powerful of them but they knew not where their abilities originated from in the first place. They wanted to contact him earlier, but could not for fear of him not taking things too well. They offered him a position amongst their own, and he gladly accepted, contributing his massive resources to their own and in return, learning about his own wild and vast abilities, unlocking them and training with them. And so it would continue for centuries upon centuries...

One Dreamed of Becoming Somebody

As millenia passed and the world shaped in new and interesting ways, Nurio became the Grand Arbiter of Ordino Mivatus. It was upon his decisions that the world rode. The people of Earth advanced into space and into new worlds and galaxies. Meanwhile, Nurio explored other planes and other worlds on his own. He learned of magicks and abilities and worlds and peoples that he had never before known. He, along with the Ordino Mivatus, claimed new worlds in the name of Earth and contested evil and heresy where they found it. They were a force to be reckoned with, owning their own private army and their own private worlds and stations that kept space and other worlds, planes, and dimensions safe from what evils they could prevent.

Nurio was a powerhouse among those out there. He was considered The Sleeper because as he had discovered... his powers were manifested in the state between consciousness and un. Though he had powers when he was awake, it was when he slept that he was truly "awake." During that state he entered a realm of consciousness formerly unknown and it literally blinked his existence out of every other plane and dominion. It was there that he could manifest himself on the physical plane as anything he wished, or any other plane for that matter. He was quite literally on the cusp of being one of the most powerful beings in known existence (at least, the existence he knew).

There were those, however, who wished his power for their own. One of the Ordino, a man known as Criolus, was jealous because his power was only level four by consideration of the Ordino while Nurio was considered a class ten. He schemed for centuries on how to take Nurio's power. Finally he found a way... an ancient blade upon a lost world known as Sleep. It was a sword that could transfer power between two beings, amongst a myriad of other abilities. It was that one that mattered most to Criolus. He set up a trap for luring Nurio there by telling him that one of the Ordino was in danger on the planet.

Nurio, unsuspecting and worrying about one of his own, took off with full fire. Criolus followed of course, offering to provide "back-up" to Nurio when he may need it. He found his way to the temple and there, walked into the trap. Criolus took the blade from the pedastal as Nurio was distracted and stabbed it right through his back. Nurio screamed out in pain, a scream that could be heard throughout the galaxy and ripping through planes around him. Criolus pulled the sword out, expecting to receive his powers and destroy Nurio all at the same time. His expectations though, would not be met this time.

Instead, the sword bonded with Nurio. Its shape altered and twisted and became similar to that of Nurio's soul. Nurio turned around, his wound gone and his power increased a thousand-fold. Criolus panicked and tried to swing at Nurio, but the newly-powered immortal simply flicked his wrist, causing the blade to summon itself within his hand. He looked at Criolus with pity and hatred. He did not understand why he would betray him but knew that he mustn't be allowed to live. Using the blade, and his newfound powers, he did something that no one else in the Ordino Mivatus was able to do -- kill an immortal.

He left the world a new man, a more fierce man, if only more intelligent. He returned to Earth, wanting to tell his friends of what had conspired upon the lost world. When he returned though, he found it gone. His planet was removed... as if it had never been there. Earth no longer existed and he couldn't feel any trace of its aura left. He panicked and searched for an answer. After only a short time he found that the world had been removed from the Universe completely -- and in fact, it would never return. The being who had done this? His name was Valyon Lightstar. Nurio was determined to find this Valyon and to destroy him in order to avenge his world and everything he lost.

Upon his journies he discovered that it was simply not just a universe he existed in, but rather an Omniverse. There were worlds upon dimension upon planes upon realms of existence that he had never known before and could only start to grasp. He searched long and wide for Valyon Lightstar, hearing tales of his powers and feats. For once in his long lifetime, Nurio seemed scared of someone, but he was determined to destroy this being and restore justice and honor to his now homeless home...

A New Chapter

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Perhaps this is because the taste is too bitter and too revolting if served warm. In either case, Nurios had received his wish. Through a tangled and confused series of events, Nurios ended up on Faerun, facing down none other than the Talen himself, Valyon Lightstar. As he pelted the ageless one with harsh and demanding words, Valyon stood by impassively. He brought blade against the embodiment of magic, and received no contest, killing Valyon where he stood. However, it appears something had happened to his blade, Sleep. Nurio was weary of that day and quickly disappeared, off to journey further.

It appears a Prophecy is on the Horizon...

Weapon(s): Sleep -- This is a large claymore/flamberge-like weapon that has a mishapen blade. It's edge is sharp in whatever way its wielder wishes it to be. To that end, it is bonded to its wielder permanently, and if their power is great enough, then so is its. It is black as the night and seems to hold the light and darkness of all those who have ever seen its shine. Its true origins are a mystery but Nurio is determined to find out someday to what extent the power of the blade really does reach...

Abilities/Powers:Nurio has an expansive range of abilities. To start, he has the power of fifty shamans -- powers to sculpt and wield nature and the energy of his own body, among other things. His own abilities that were gifted to him from whatever source range over a vast expanse but are mainly mediated through his own realm that he ascends to when needed. His powers are relegated to whatever he can dream up -- that is, to an extent. His power source is not infinite, he can fall and he can get tired. He has special moves and abilities that are signature to himself only. At a later time they will be added, or with each one seen.

Theme Song: World Ain't Right -- Hurt
Battle Song: Fall Into Sleep -- Mudvayne
 

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~My Character~
Name: Marsh Tilt

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 17

Personality: Somewhat cocky when competing, but humble enough to accept his faults at other times. Friendly, outgoing and cheerful, but also somewhat naive and a bit slow... at times. He has a good heart, but can at times seem a bit... boring. Uh, yes, that's it.

Race: Human

Alignment: Lawful Good

Physical Apperance/Outfit: Smooth short brown hair with a few bangs hanging down for a fringe. Thin, 5"11 tall. White, slightly frail physical build. Green eyes.
Wears a brown (with green trimmings) longcoat, gloves and shoes. Also wears smart brown 'pinstripe' type trousers. Wears goggles on his eyes and a green 'Black Mage' wizards cap on his head.

Equipment: His trusty staff, a simple wooden rod that's about the length of a keyblade. It crooks over at the end into a sort of, uh, 'hook' (though not a sharp one! Like, uh, the one on the end of Sly Coopers stick, but not golden).

Abilities: Graces and Good manners (includes diplomacy and tact). Intermediate Earth magic (Black, White and Summoning).

Techniques:

Shatter: Destroys any sort of barrier or defensive spell/shield that the enemy may have used. (This counts, by the way, as both a seperate technique and a variation, since there's only one).

Disrupt: Temporarily 'Disrupts' the enemy, preventing them from drawing upon any kind of external magical link they may have to something. This does not prevent them, however, from being able to cast standard magic spells, since these (usually) draw upon the persons inner power, nor does it weaken them physically. (This counts, by the way, as both a seperate technique and a variation, since there's only one).

NulStone: Raises a one time barrier that completely nullifies any kind of harmful Earth elemental spell used against Marsh (or possibly an ally, if he casts it on that person instead). (This counts, by the way, as both a seperate technique and a variation, since there's only one).

Heal 2: Instantly heals minor injuries, speeds up the restoration of very bad injuries and dulls the pain. (This counts, by the way, as both a seperate technique and a variation, since there's only one).

Hope: Lifts the spirits; indirectly does little more then makes the person more motivated to carry on, and that, I assure you, is potentially VERY powerful. (This counts, by the way, as both a seperate technique and a variation, since there's only one).

Stone Manipulation: Using magic, Marsh manipulates the earth as he sees fit!
Pit: Capsizes the ground beneath the enemy(s) feet, causing them to (hopefully) plummet to their DOOM! Or, uh, to at least sprain their ankle, maybe?

Stone: Either rips several chunks of rock out of the ground, each about the size of a cannon ball, or, if the floor is made of something else, generates the rocks from thin air. These stones then proceeds to float there until either A) Marsh is disrupted (struck, knocked out, or dies) or B) Marsh taps the rocks with his staff, launching them, causing them to fly at high speed towards the enemy(s).

Spheres: Summons forth largish rocks similer to the ones used in his 'Stone' spell. However, this time they float around Marsh, under direct control from his mind, enabling him to swing the stones around to strike his enemies, bring them together to form a shield, or hurl them at his foes. They can also be used to create stepping stones and ladders, of a sort.

Pillar: Creates a great upheavel in the Earth in front of him, forcing a great pillar of stone to form out of the ground and smash into his foes (not a projectile. The pillars maximum length is about 30 feet). Can be used both straight in front of him as a shield, or at a distance to smash his foes.

Summon: Children of Stone: Temporarily (till they're destroyed) summons three small rock golems (VERY small, at least in comparison to other Golems... about 4"4 tall each). They're quite hardy and pack a punch, but have no ranged attacks, and are a tad slow.

Gravity manipulation: Using magic, Marsh bends gravity to his whim!
GravDraw: Creates a vortex of gravity around himself, drawing the enemy in, and then blasting them away!

Momentum: Alters somethings momentum, allowing Marsh to subtlely shift something's direction and speed. If the object is light enough this variation can actually be used to launch it in a whole new direction.

Float: Marsh can, by drastically reducing the gravity immediately below him leap huge distances and land softly, without fear of plummeting.

Finisher: When near to death, Marsh can use one of these two finishers...

Ragnarok: Causes Marsh to enter an extremely volatile state whereby he starts an earthquake, causes geysers to erupt from the ground, and causes meteors to fall from above on to the area. However, hurts both friends AND foes, and completely drains Marsh of his power, leaving him vulnerable to enemy attacks should anything be left.

Transform: Titan of Ragnarok: Transforms every fiber of his being into THIS bad boy!http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs34/f/2008/308/b/f/Anima__Earth_Elemental_boss_by_Wen_M.jpg But, um, yes. In this form he has none of the magic has in his human form, but he becomes virtually indestructible and gains the strength of the very planet he stands upon. He becomes a bit slow, though, and his HUGE size makes him an easy target.

Bio: A young man of noble birth, who lived a very privileged life. He has had few problems in life, but he's also been somewhat sheltered from the outside world, and as such sometimes thinks people are a bit silly for being pessimistic or anti-social.
Ever since he was old enough to talk, his father (an accomplished mage and business man) taught him how to use magic, but unfortunetly the boy discovered that he could only seem to get the hang of the Earth element, but that he had a mastery of it few could content with at his age.
Eventually, when he was about 16 he set off to claim his own fortune, (for his father was very strict about this. He was NOT going to raise a son who would inherit everything and not EARN it...) and along with it to marry the girl of his dreams, his childhood friend Ruth, the daughter of his fathers bodyguard and future protector of the family.

Finisher Theme: Ragnarok
 
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First of the Prophets; Kid.

Name
The Kid

Title
Prophet

Classification
Versaction

Gender
Appears male

Age
Appears 10

Appearance
Kid hardly seems like a threat at first glance. He is a small figure, standing at barely 4 feet tall. He has the stature of an average ten year old, not baring any hints of muscle or physical presence. Kid has brown skin, like the color of milk chocolate, and his pitch black hair is tussled messily along his scalp. His eyes are a deep black, like pits into an endless void. He is usually dressed in slightly baggy rags, dirtied white clothes which appear a bit too big for him. He has a belt holding up his long shorts, and a pair of black muddied combat boots tied to his small feet. Nothing more than a cute little street urchin with endless black eyes.

Personality
Kid is a silent menace. A being of malice and torturous thoughts, Kid personifies both silent and extravagant terrorism. He is dark, deceptively quiet, but will destroy an entire planet without second’s hesitation. He is focused and dedicated, working with the zeal and hatred of trained assassin; yet he bears the ferocity of a loaded gun within his small body. He often does not operate with a clear motive; it is simply the will to destroy and unravel all that is harmonious. He embodies all that is spiteful and malicious in humanity.

Power
Kid holds several mysterious abilities.

Existence Echo- Kid can emulate destruction. This being said, he can materialize or summon items or entities devoted to damage or destruction. His nature is a reflection of life’s wrathful endeavors, and as such, he can materialize reality that is a reflection of that. For example, he most often echoes guns and knives, but can materialize things as complex as entire beings, if their existence is a result of life’s wrath. As a byproduct of this ability, he has the ability to make numerous copies of himself, as he himself is a reflection of human destruction. In order to be summoned, the concept must be an essence of damage or destruction.

Nature- Kid has what one can only be defined as a ‘virtual existence.’ He exists simply as an explanation for otherwise inexplicable phenomena. He is a reaction of the Omniverse to a key; and as such, he does not possess a soul or a permanent body. His mind is also an interesting dilemma as it exists not a single focus but as part of his essence. Because of this nature he is capable of a certain level of omnipresence, capable of manifesting wherever he chooses because of that virtual existence. He is also capable of using the unique nature of his mind to reach into the confines of another, since it also is simply a virtual product of reality.

History

It seems the most tragic of tales are the simple product of human vengeance. And how now do I wish I had played a different role in it. How was I to know that such drastic things would happen? How would I know he would go so far? I am a historian; a collector of knowledge and wisdom! Yet even with all the knowledge and power I possess, I cannot undo what I have done… I can simply attempt to record what has happened here, and hope that what I have set in place goes according to plan. If I have calculated wrong, it could mean the end of existence as we all know it…

(Will be continued in Prophecy for Humanity)
 
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