Yuet vs. Zetsumi

[Yuet]

Not much thought was required to realise that to improve my skills I first had to measure my ability. What better way to do so then facing off against a formidable enemy. It seems Zetsumi has gotten quite popular, there are others... But Zetsumi wanted to do this too.

So here it is. I... Yuet versus Zetsumi - Embodiment of the Fallen.

This will be a power/melee battle.

The rules are fairly obvious, I'm sure their is no need to get into much detail with these. The usual no Gmoding Pplaying and what not.

Now for the battlefield...

A vast stretch of seemingly endless field. Dull brown grass, trapped in a state between life and death. Withering flora; willows, shrubs and other various trees scattered among the surface. A cloudy sky, with rays of light piercing through the grey collection of moisture every now and then. Strange stone structures resembling monastaries or cathedrals, obviously uninhabited for quite some time.

Shadows everywhere.

I'll have my template up in a bit. Judge positions are open, just in case anyone feels obligated to judge such a match.

Participants
- Zetsumi - Kagami
- Yuet - Espal Ytirev

Judges
- xXxCloud
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[Yuet]

Name: Espal Ytirev.
Age: 221 Human Years (Appears 17)
Gender: Male
Race: Cahren

Appearance: Slender and elegant; Espal maintains an involuntary level of sophistication as most times, regardless of his occupation as an assassin. His most noticeable features (when visible) are his eyes, two rather dull orbs of grey matter. His long dark blue hair usually serves as a veil on most occasions, hiding these eyes entirely and gently falling just past his shoulders. He possesses a pale complexion; like many assassins who prefer a camisado.

As with his eyes, Espal’s mouth is usually hidden by a thin black mask that runs down his neck and around his upper torso; which is hidden by his uniquely shortened black kimono. His hands and feet are entirely covered in jet black bandages that run up his arms and legs all the way down to his toes and fingertips. His fingertips are protected by talon-like blades, and his sandals have curved blades running off their heels. He is practically a shadow in his attire; the only skin visible being that on his face.

Personality: Espal prefers to remain rather secretive with his emotions; he isn’t exactly talkative, but communicates if required. He always seems to be distracted, but insists that he is in deep thought. He seems driven by a withheld desire, his sense of justice some how twisted; intermingled with vengeance to produce an almost unpredictable outcome whenever he is faced with difficult decisions.

Bio: Espal lives to serve his “Master”. His whole life has revolved around this being, as far as he was supposed to know, though even the unbearable years of torture designed to engrave “loyalty” into the mind of this utterly expendable servant couldn’t erase the one secret that Espal has withheld and treasured. He is Cahren, a race of silver-skinned beings who thrived on a twisted religion based on necrotic worship, partaking in ceremonies that involved sacrifices; one in particular that all Cahren must partake in: the elimination of one of their fives senses. Because Cahren worshipped life and death, they believed they had to offer one of their “senses” as a sacrifice, this serving as a form thanks for being granted life.

Espal was spared the memorable pain and had his sight taken away from him at an early age. The theft of his sight was administered with two simple eye drops; an ancient poison native to Cahrenia that drained the colour from his eyes along with his ability to ever see again. Scenes of these early experiences still flickered through his mind every now and then. Espal couldn’t decipher them at first, but as the scenes grew clearer in his mind, so did his understanding. When he questioned, his Master revealed the truth. He had been discovered, the lone survivor of a relentless assault that devastated his planet and killed his entire race. His Master decided to make use of him and moulded him into the cold-hearted killer he was today.

As time passed Espal acknowledged his new life, and grew to become rather grateful of his Masters actions. He may have been disrespected for the majority of his life as a lowly servant of death, but he had been taught so much, eventually becoming his Master’s prized pupil in the art of assassination. As a reward for his efforts, he was bestowed upon with the gift of a sacred magic, one entirely beneficial to his profession; the ancient shadow arts. With the ability to manipulate shadows and the demonic arts of the unholy assassins, Espal was ready to become his Master’s left-hand man, the weapon that would dispose of all who stood in his way.

Weapons: Wakizashi. Tsurugi. They were forged with one of Espal's ribs; creating a synergy bond so that others would have difficulting wielding it, whilst he could channel his Kajite and other Chi-based techniques through the blades.

Powers:

Power of Word
Are ancient demonic spells that require the uttering of a word; a powerful focus; and a sufficient amount of magic potential; to produce a variety of rather destructive effects.

Illusion Magic
Manipulation of the light received through a targets retina to produce faux perception; basically false imagery.

Shadow Arts
The ability to use Shadows; this power grants the user the ability to use lights offspring, the darkness. Raise an army of shadows and have them obey your every command! The attack and defence capabilities of shadows are almost endless!

Kajite (Fire Palm)
Espal's "signature move". Chi is concentrated into an area of the body, in Espal's case his palm; to create a blue flame that is destructive to anything but his own chi signature.

Home world: Cahrenia

Theme song: Panic! At the Disco – The only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage

 

[Chris]

Heh. Welcome to the forums....hopefully you will be a nice addition to the RP section. Good luck.

Judge spot.

 

[Endgame]

Name: Kagami
Age: N/A
Appearance:
Kagami can appear as almost anyone or anything, anywhere and at any time. For now, he takes the guise of a silver-haired gentleman, robed in white, to represent the very core of his newfound power.

History:
The blast hit Kagami like a brick wall slammed against his chest, his limbs twisting and dissolving even as they entered the mirror.

Nagori had already been dispateched, and without his ally, Kagami knew he stood no chance against the powers arrayed against him. Therefore, he did the only thing logical...he fled.

Valyon, it seemed, had other ideas for his fate. The disintegration of his enemies was one of his hallmarks, and he didn't hold back here, proceeding to shred Kagami's individual molocules, even as he escaped through a mirror. That alone should have been the end of Kagami.

Strangly enough however...Kagami survived. Don't misinterpret me...his body was shredded into individual atoms. His mind, however, his awareness, was painfully aware of each and every molocule.

And he could Feel! Oh how he could feel! his each and every molocule, scattered from one corner of the Omniverse to the other, was each in itself like a minature body, feeling, reacting. He could feel the heat on his skin in Volanis. He could hear the waves crashing against the shore on Palii. He could taste the humidity of Argofia.

But he no longer had skin, ears, or tastebuds.

He was nowhere, yet he was everywhere at once. He was nothing, and he was everything. He was existance itself, the Omniverse as an entity.

And then...it stopped. All the tastes, smells, feelings, just cut out, as if someone had switched off the connections to him.

The first thing he saw after that was a bright light...so bright, in fact that he brought his hands up to cover his eyes.

And lo and behold, hands rose from his side and covered his face. A quick glance told him that he was once again in his own body...but his body had been shredded...how could he be back in it?

Before him was what, at first glance, appeared to be a weaving loom...on a much larger scale. It filled the entire room, and whenever he looked at one of the gleaming golden strands, it grew, splitting into millions of smaller strands, and once again it came together when he looked away.

Thought he didn't know it now, Kagami no longer existed. He had defied existance by surviving, and as thus, had been removed from it. The very place he stood right now was The Omniverse. It was the expression of Space/Time in the Omniverse, each golden strand a world, all flowing back to one point high on the wall...a pinacle. The plane of Chaos.

He plucked at one of the strands, and before him rose an image of a world. He ran a finger up the strand, and time itself seemed to reverse in the image before him. He ran his finger down the strand, and it seemed to speed up.

Kagami plucked the strings of time, and the Omniverse reverberated.

Only one thought filled the mind of that entity...revenge. He had already located the gleaming golden thread that represented Valyon Lightstar...but...not yet.

First, he had to discover the extent of his own power. Besides, he saw, that the golden thread that represented his killer was already broken in several places...and not far from where his fingers brushed it, the thread came to a close completly.

Then, he noticed a second gleaming thread. Intertwined with Valyon's own, it tied to another, which came to a halt where it touched Lightstar's. His own thread. Tied to that was another thread, broken and intertwined. But a thread nonetheless.

Plucking at it, he drew forth an image...and dove forth into it's depths.

 

[Yuet]

Now that both bios are up, and since Zetsumi requested I create this battle, It's only polite that I allow him the first post. That is unless he would prefer to post second. Given that such an event occurs I will edit this into my post.

xXxCloud has been given judging rights. May the best Role-Player win.