If light travels so fast, how come it's never caught the wind?
There was a moment of silence before Kross spoke up, asking Beuce if he regretted joining the group of keyblade wielders. "Nah. I mean, where would you guys be without me, right?" He said jokingly to Kross. Then he went on about how Beuce was witty, good looking, and strong. "Damn straight." He said with a chuckle. What came next almost surprised him. Kross said he was everything he wasn't. That he was jealous of Beuce. "There's not really much to be jealous of. I mean, I'm missing an arm for God's sake. Only reason that happened was because i was stupid, thought i could overpower the behemoth king, and wasn't strong enough to do it. Even in soldier and Mad World, i didn't have the strength to overcome him. Can't be too amazing if i let a stupid heartless get the best of me. You all were the ones to finish it off." He said, thinking back to the thousand heartless battle. "If i can't even take on a behemoth...I don't know what I'm going to do against the elemental guardians, or worse, Nequa. My plan is to use the guardians to overpower her in magic, beat her at her own game, but if i'm not strong enough to even get them in the first place, then that's down the crapper." Standing up, Beuce stretched out his single arm and arched his back, before returning to normal posture. "Well, one problem at a time i guess. We should get searching for that mouse. I don't know where he'd be, but we may as well check around town for him. We've been lounging around enough. Shall we then?" He said, offering to search with Kross, then spotted Ananta. Waving his hand, he motioned for her to come along.
Ra glared at the spirit from beneath his suit. Evidently, hitting it directly with a staff affected it like the staff wasn't even there, yet still did damage. Go figure. He hand his opponent had both attacked, yet barely scratched the other one. At least he wasn't injured, maybe slightly cold. It was time to go on the offensive once more, this time hopefully with more effectiveness, although in his recent battles it was almost as though some cosmic force that decided randomized odds was plotting against him, but that was a silly thought. Raising his staff into the air, he let loose magic. Electricity crackled up the staff and gathered at the top, sparks arcing out. Eventually, the bolts shot upward, and rained down onto the spirit before him, hopefully ending it's existence for good. The girl seemed oddly nonchalant about her friend being possessed. She was checking her out and that was a good thing, but Beucette was thinking about how this would play out. Scarlett was being kind of a ***** to the girl, but what else was new? "So Scarlett hon, how'd ya fit a stick so big up your rear? It's gotta be at least the size o' west texas." The white haired girl teased, then turned back to Kiyomi, having thought of a question for her. "Yeah i got somethin' to ask. Are you the fox spirit?" She said, asking quite possibly the strangest question she could have. However, Beucette simply thought about how the plot would turn out, and guessed at the ending. It would make a decent twist if she were, and if that were the case then she could say that she called it and look intelligent. Show that she wasn't just a pretty face. A very, very pretty face...'Damn i'm attractive...' She thought to herself.
The Warden sat in his prison at a desk when someone walked in. He had been told that he'd be working with someone to capture Cierra Escravo. The man walked in casually, smoking a cigarette. The first thing he said was that the warden was kind of fucked up in the head. The warden stopped for a moment, looking at him. The Warden stood up. "You've got balls of stronger stuff than steel. That's good. You're gonna need 'em." It wasn't that Pomme was particularly short, but standing next to the warden he may as well have been three feet tall for all the difference it made. The Warden was an absolute behemoth of a man, standing at 7"3. Pomme simply continued straight to business. What could he tell him about Cierra. "She used to be a prisoner of mine for a couple years. Her parents were real monsters. Nearly brought down the city with their crime spree, going around murdering and pillaging. When i brought them in, she was taken by the government for god knows what. One day, they gave her to me, saying that she had to be kept away from the public. Wouldn't tell me why. Well, eventually, i found out. She's a Spyrix, and a powerful one. I was out of the prison at the time, but when i came back, she was gone, and half my guards were dead on the floor. Their throats were literally burnt off their bodies, nothing but chain marks left. I've been trying to bring her in for a while now." The Wardens said, explaining who she was. "She's got white hair, and several scars all over her body. She's not the most intelligent. She'll be acting stupid if you end up talking to her." Next to the shadowy assassin, a loud and boisterous voice called out. "Hello friend!" It said to Sam. The source of it was a fairly tall man, wearing armor and a red sash. He had a confident smile, standing there with his arms crossed and the back of his sash flowing in the wind. "What brings you to a place such as this? Come to watch the streets from above?" The man walked over to the edge of the roof before waiting for a response and yelled out to the people below. "People of Oda City! Fear not! The agent of God himself watches over you from above! As long as i exist, there is no need to fear anything in the city! For god has endowed me with power beyond that of mortal comprehension, and tasked me with using it to defend you all! Not only do i watch over you, but this young man here!" He said, motioning to Sam. Needless to say, that got some odd looks from the streets below. There were some comments about there being an insane person on the roof. He looked over at Sam and seemed to be inspecting him, then back to the streets. "He seems perfectly sane to me. Rest assured, for i am an excellent judge of character!"
Ra had been more or less silent throughout the course of the questioning. Gaius and Thomas were...well, they were idiots. Ra made a mental folder to contain all the notes he was making on things to do to improve their behavior. If they were going to become the strongest team, then they'd need to shape up. The only thing thus far that could make up for it would be their combat abilities. No sooner than that thought had crossed his mind, several specters emerged from seemingly nowhere, splitting off the ground from the others. Worse, Mikasa had been put out of commission...by a door. Not the most heroic injury there's ever been. Nevertheless, Ra turned his attention to the spirit before him. "Foul ghost. You've experienced death once. Are you so eager to do so again? Very well. I shall indulge you!" Ra performed a fast sweep of his staff, attacking with Quick Blitz (Because **** magic). Well, Beucette had hardly been paying attention to anything that was happening until a schoolgirl walked in. Now that's the way to get someone's attention! She said she'd been possessed by a fox spirit, which gave the white haired girl a pondering expression. "So...Did she by any chance throw out this little heart at you? And when you were hit by it you couldn't do nothin' but walk toward her? And you took more damage from magic?" The question was to be totally nonsensical, but she asked it with a completely straight face. To her, it seemed to be a completely logical question to ask. Odd.
Beuce had been leaning his head back and not realized someone approach him. He only noticed his presence after he spoke. "On my island, it's bad luck to be seen with half-eaten food." He said. He'd never had much interaction with Kross, but he knew who he was. Earlier in the house, he'd tried to get his attention and speak with him. "Thanks. Sorry about ditching you before." Beuce said, taking the ice cream he offered. Kross what was on his mind. Man, that was a simple question with a complicated answer if there ever was one. "Heh, where do i begin? Well to start off with Karina is being all depressed and everything you say is wrong. She told me about her past, and that got me thinking about mine. Man, did that piss me off." Beuce gathered his thoughts. So far, he'd never said two words about where he came from to the people in this group. Maybe it was about time he did...Taking a long and deep breath, Beuce began telling Kross about his homeworld, his past, his life, and Hellion. He told the story about his destiny. "My homeworld...It's called Atreia. It could almost be considered two separate worlds, but they share the same heart so it's more like two unconnected halves. Or, it was." Beuce said, it still being odd to talk about his world in past tense. "See, these two worlds were constantly at war with each other. We both hated the other with a burning passion that even the greatest diplomat couldn't put out. They were called Elysea and Asmodae. I was on the side of the Asmodians. We were darker than the Elyos because we were forced out of the light and did what we could to survive. Together, we beat the harsh environment and ended up rebuilding in it. We developed claws, darker skin, and manes because of it. As for why i don't have those now...I guess it's just like how your appearance differs from world to world, this is my default one, outside Atreia. The soldiers of this war were Daevas, immortal warriors chosen to ascend into a higher state of being and given the blessing of flight by the Empyrean Lords, gods." Beuce began his story, more or less describing the setting at first before continuing into the actual events of his life. "I was supposed to be significant among the Asmodians. When i Ascended, this old fortuneteller trapped in a crystal named Munin foretold that it would be my destiny to battle with the leader of the Elyos army, as it was his destiny to battle with me. His name was Hellion. Now, the prophecy only said we would fight, it didn't say how or when or who would win. Just that it was going to happen. Whoever won would become the thirteenth Empyrean Lord and lead their race to absolute victory over the other, by bumping up their god roster from six to seven, giving their race the edge. It didn't happen for a while. First, i had to prove that i deserved to be a Daeva to the rest of Asmodae. Along the way, i made a few friends. Flame, Yana, and Dane. Dane was a little...enthusiastic about his job, but he was a good guy. Yana we met completely by chance. We fought against her in the training coliseum, and became good friends. And Flame...Flame was with me since the beginning." He stopped for a moment, reminiscing about his times with his old friends. They were gone now, and would never come back. "We had some good times together. Heh. There was this one time where we were walking around in a desert and out of freaking nowhere this giant bird swoops in and knocks Dane off his feet. We barely managed to get out of that one, but he swore death to that bird with an undying vengeance. We went back several times, but each time, we never found the bird. It found us. It was crazy how sneaky it was for something so enormous. Eventually we found out it was some legendary creature named King Consierd. We ended up killing it by luring it into this huge patrol camp. When it was dead, the first thing Dane did was jump up and start dancing on its body. Let's just say he isn't the best dancer around. Me, Yana, and Flame just about died laughing from that. We were all soldiers in the Asmodian army, and we all wanted to restore Asmodae to before we had to struggle to survive. We thought we could achieve it and hell, we almost did. If it weren't for that prophecy, we may well have won the war. But there's no escaping destiny. There came a time when i knew the battle was approaching. I could feel it in my bones, and from the result, I'm betting Hellion could too. We both took steps to make sure we won the battle. I learned every bit of information about magic i could jam into my head about magic from Mayden. He was considered by most to be the best sorcerer in the world. I trained every day under Iczel, our own commander. She was the greatest fighter I've ever seen. Never once was i able to beat her. If she'd been the one fighting instead of me, the rest of us may as well have just sat back and sipped our drinks with a fancy umbrella in it while she went to work. I don't know why, but it had to be me. I returned to Munin, trying to see if there was some way to increase my odds of being able to beat Hellion. He told me about an ancient weapon called a Spirit Blade, which was capable of channeling the power of one's soul. Evidently mine was absurdly powerful, but i never saw how. No one had seen one, or even heard of how to make one in centuries. I had to get the instructions on how to make it from Marchutan himself. He was the leader of the Shedim Lords, the Asmodian half of the Empyrean Lords. I ended up having to fight my way through pirates to get some kind of treasure they'd stolen, not knowing what it was for. Then i went into this haunted castle, defeated it's lord, and took the blue golem from him. A crystal he used as a necklace for his wife. And finally, i had to travel into an alternate timeline in which the apocalypse had happened, and life was all but gone, aside from dragons to get one of their hearts. Although that last one wasn't all bad. I mean, i even befriended one and it followed me back. He was nice, so everyone liked him. So i named him Pie. I mean, everyone loves pie right? I thought it was a pretty fitting name." Beuce chuckled at the name of his dragon. If he'd known what was to come next, he'd have demanded it stayed in Dark Poeta. That way, at least in one of the timelines, he'd still be alive. Beuce's expression turned to a frown once again. "I brought the materials to the Tigraki Worshop, a hidden island between the two halves of Atreia where there were craftsmen like no other. They didn't even charge me for the honor of making a spirit blade, and believe me, if you knew what munny grubbers these guys were, you'd be dead from shock they did something for free. So, as it turns out, this "spirit blade" was a keyblade. A personification of the heart. It doesn't take its true form right away though. None of us, even now, actually have our unique keyblades. We haven't been able to unlock their true form. Using this new weapon, i went to the tower of eternity. The heart of both worlds. I knew Hellion would be there as well. It was time to decide the result of the war. But...It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre. Naturally the rest of the Asmodians followed to see the battle, but the Elyos pulled an underhanded tactic. While we had gotten me my keyblade, they'd been constructing a super weapon. One of massive destructive power. It was a battleship called the Dregion. The Asmodians there were gunned down like it was nothing. Together, Me, Flame, Dane, and Yana boarded the Dregion. It took all we had. Dane and Yana...They gave their lives protecting me. Getting me through to Hellion. Sure enough, our fight happened. We fought in the control room of the Dregion. It was a fierce battle, but in the end neither of us were the winner. Hellion was insane. Rather than letting there be a chance for the Asmodians to survive, halfway through the fight, he veered the ship off course and crashed it into the tower of eternity. Knowing my weapon could turn into a vehicle, Flame shoved me through the evacuation hatch of the Dregion, leaving me outside while she kept Hellion there. There was no going back. I got on my glider and flew away, leaving them behind. Looking back, all i saw was a blur of white as the tower of eternity fell, tearing apart both Elysea and Asmodae alike. Because Hellion couldn't stand the thought of us winning, he instead took out everyone alongside each other. I'm the last surviving Atreian." Beuce was no longer looking at Kross as he told the story, rather just staring off into the distance. "And so, having nowhere to go, i just kind of wandered through the lanes between until i met Hikaru. Well, at the time he was still going by Krowley. Him, Shapur, and Base were all doing something that seemed important, so i figured why not tag along. And that is how i ended up with this group." He said, completing his explanation of his past. He didn't really know what people would think of it. By all accounts, that had been a war between light and darkness, and he was the darkness. Some could view him as the villain, and Hellion had made a noble sacrifice to prevent the spread of darkness. He'd nearly punched the guy who'd told him that one. But seeing what darkness did outside of Atreia, he could see why people would get that conclusion. Darkness was only as evil as the one using it, the same with light. Neither side was really better than the other, but one thing was for certain. No matter where you were, no matter what world you came from, light and darkness were at war with each other. They always had been, and from the looks of things, they always would be.
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HOW DARE YOUR FACE
YOUR MOTHER IS VERY OPEN MINDED! I WOULD KNOW!
I'm sorry, i'm not into postcest. I'm not THAT open minded.
The fuuuun has ariiiiived Thank you, thank you very much.
Beuce listened silently as Karina recounted her past, and talked about herself. He could tell she hadn't meant to say nearly as much as she did, but he was glad she did. Maybe it would take some of the burden off her shoulders. "To find who I am is a journey I have to take on my own, without the influence of others. I have changed enough for them as it is and it hasn't gotten me very far." She said, before turning to walk away. Trying to gather the words to say, he called out to the girl. "You shouldn't let someone else decide the road you take, but that doesn't mean you have to walk it alone." That was all he said before she disappeared from sight. Still sitting on the bench, Beuce was at a loss for what to do next. He stared down at his half eaten ice cream, appetite completely gone. He sighed and leaned back, thinking about what had been said. At first he wondered what she thought of him, then about what the culture was like on her world for that type of thing to happen. On his world, some of the best warriors he knew were women, so the concept of why someone would think that they were inferior warriors was beyond him. He thought back to Flame, his best friend. If it weren't for Hellion, they might have become more than that. The thought of his past enraged him. Hellion...that *******. He was the reason everything he had was gone. The only reason Beuce didn't go out and look for revenge was because Hellion was gone along with it. If anyone were to see Beuce, they'd notice a sour expression across his face. The thought of Elyos in general wasn't a pleasant one for Beuce.
Ghost seemed unfazed by the fact Hiryuu had seemingly vanished into thin air. If he was true to his word and didn't leave the area, then he was simply obscuring himself from Ghost's vision. If that was the case, then the test was only a matter of finding him. Drawing his sword from the scabbard on his back, Ghost charged the blade with electrical energy, causing it to have a bright glow. Sparks of thunder arced out in every such direction. Even if he couldn't be seen by the eye, he was still there. And that meant a bright enough light would cause him to cast a shadow. On the wall, a rough shape of a human appeared, revealing the boy's location. Wasting no time, Ghost ran to the nearest shadow and melded into it. Not a moment later, he burst from a higher up shadow nearer to the boy's location. Spinning and slashing the air, a small shark tooth necklace fell to the ground as Ghost landed with a roll. Leaning over, he picked it up and raised it into the air. "Are you satisfied? I've claimed the tooth as you requested." The assassin called out. He'd had five minutes to complete the test, and he'd done it in under a single one. "If that's the only test you have, then let us proceed onward." Zavion was disappointed that they weren't able to leave to explore a world on their own. That meant if the hero did turn out to be there, then they'd have to fight back the members of the resistance to keep him there. They'd do what needed to be done. However, Lexcifur was proving to be his usual self. He sarcastically told off Freya for confiding her problems in him, which earned him an angry glare from her brother. In any case, confrontations were best avoided. "Come on. Lets get going." He said, trying to urge the group along. Extending his hand, a black tear in space opened up, leading to their destination. A dark corridor. It was how most darkness users traveled. Being the first to advance, Zavion stepped through. Emerging in what seemed to be the back of an alleyway, the sky was dark. It must've been the dead of night in this world. All around them were skyscrapers, forming what appeared to be a deserted city. He'd heard that long ago, a group of nobodies had tried to seize power here. Their leader even created the world. Although, a "world" wasn't exactly the right way to put what this was. While it appeared to be the same on the outside, Zavion could tell with a glance that there was no life beneath the ground. This world was dead. No...It was never really alive to start with. Walking around the corner of the alley, the lighting got brighter as neon was placed here and there. "I don't know where we're going to find the hero, but if the first place to look would be the most obvious, then that castle would be a safe bet." No there was not a keyblade in his pocket, Yes he was very happy to see Gwen, and yes it was of a size which it could be mistaken for a keyblade. Beuce rolled the idea of a date with her around in his head for a few moments, sizing up the pros and cons of it. Pros: She's hot. Cons: With the way she's acting, she's probably slept with every disease ridden bum this side of the internet. Thinking carefully about his options, he made a mental note to use a time travel condom. That was when Hunter approached, warning him of her clinginess. You give her any attention at all and suddenly she's flinging herself at you. Now, there might have been a downside to having a hot redhead throwing herself at him, but he wasn't really able to see it. Walking over to Hunter, he patted him gently on the shoulder. "Hunter buddy, haha, oh i don't think that's the reason women don't talk to you." He said mockingly. "You've got yourself a deal. As long as I'm around, nobody is kicking you out of this RP. After all, I'm OP in this." He said cockily, before walking over to his blue police box. Unlike before, it was now enormous. Easily taking up most of the courtyard. It had always been like that. You people were just really unobservant. Don't believe me? Go read Beuce's intro post. No actually on second thought don't do that. It'll only make you feel bad about yourself because you went to check. It's okay, just take my word for it, you can trust me. When was the last time post narration lied to you? ...What do you mean now? God. You're a prick. Your lack of faith disturbs me, and i will now leave to cry in a corner. "No no wait! Ah...Now look what you did. You offended my narration and made it run away. Now the rest of the post is just going to be me talking. I now you love my voice in text form because you imagine it to be incredibly sexy, but damn. GG reader. GG."
Beuce and Karina were the first to exit the house. It had been dark inside, but outside was quite the contrast. It was a bright and vibrant town, full of life and activity. The mood around town was the same as one would expect from a festival. Lots of games and laughter. And then there was the dark cloud hanging over the black haired girl accompanying Beuce. Looking at her, he realized she was still wearing nothing but a tank top and her underwear, due to her skirt being burnt off! What kind of insensitive dick would do that?! Why if Beuce ever got his hands on the- oh right. Well then. They walked through the town until they got to what seemed like the shopping district. There were stores of every kind lining the streets, selling everything from food to jewelry to clothing. It was a good thing he had some munny on him, considering there were a few things he wanted to buy from them. He first entered the clothing store. He needed something else to replace his lost coat. Picking out a black coat with red cuffs, Beuce put it on contently, with his newly given cloak over it. Satisfied with the appearance, he paid the shopkeeper for that and something else. Something to act as a replacement. Next, he went into the jewelry shop. This one was more for an apology. He looked around, ignoring the odd glances from the shopkeeper. Wasn't every day someone with a newly missing arm strolled into the shop. Finally, he saw exactly what he wanted, and bought it. Lastly, he visited the food shop, and purchased two dishes of blackberry ice cream. Bringing it all outside, he walked up to the bench where Karina had been sitting for the past few minutes while he'd been shopping. "Hey. Sorry i kept you." Then he handed her the three things he'd bought for her. On the bottom was a pair of tight black leather jeans. They seemed to fit her style a bit more than a skirt did, at least. On top of that was the ice cream, and a red crystal pendant. He sat down and put his own ice cream in his lap. With a sigh, he began to speak. "So, you want to know why i saved you. Well, i already told you it was because we were the same..." He paused for a moment, as though trying to find the words. He'd never been this open with anyone before, so he was finding it hard to word right. "We're alone. People expect us to be something, but all they see is what's on the outside. You try to mask it with your strength. You hope that one day you'll be strong enough to bear it on your own. I play the part of the clown, hoping that maybe someone will end up laughing with me one of these days. We deal with it in different ways, but inside we're both lonely. There are people who are comrades for sure, but there's nobody who doesn't have something they'd leave us behind for. If there was something i had to do. Something so important to me, that if i didn't, i'd never be able to live with myself, but i had to stop with this journey to do it. Do you think anyone would help me? But i mean, at least you've got one person who'd go with you." He looked over at her and gave a sincere smile. "I'd do it." He said, simply saying what came to mind. The words might have been awkward, but it was the truth. Maybe, if she could not be so alone...She wouldn't need to be so strong.
Yes, after part one they'll be unavailable, but if you have one prior to that you can still use it.
I would like to exchange my item ticket from achievements for an Ultra-Phoenix Down.
Beuce winced as Ananta tended to his wound. It stung quite a bit, but that was to be expected. He was kinda, ya know, missing an arm. Kross had asked him if it hurt. Beuce stared at him for a moment. He was missing a freaking arm. Of course it hurt. This is war man! There's no time for stupid questions! "Nah. Not too much." Beuce said coolly. Karina was right behind him, so obviously he had to look like a total badass. Then Ananta handed him the blue cloak. He smiled, seemingly please with the appearance. Throwing it over his shoulder, it flowed like a cape, held onto his shoulders through some unknown force. It seemed to suit him rather well. "So, how do i look?" Hikaru had made his appearance at that time, along with the ducks. They said something about a "thin" and then ran off after a rather vague and cryptic conversation. Seriously, can nobody just say "oh this is what we're going to build. it'll be ready in about an hour." Evidently not. Minnie began conversing with another anthropomorphic animal, apparently named Horace. Given that she said she hadn't seen him in such a great amount of time that she thought he moved, Beuce briefly wondered if he was related to Kel. After that Minnie walked off to attend to princessly duties. They still had to search for Mickey, and Hikaru brought up an interesting point. Now, what that point exactly was, Beuce was completely lost on. Something about time travel and different incarnations of the same person along his timeline. But the gist of it was summed up as that they needed to go through time and look for him. "Well, if we're going to go traversing time to look for this guy, then I'd suggest we hang around the town for a bit first. We'll look for him here first, and take a breather while we're at it. Everyone is pretty beat from the thousand heartless battle, and if we're going to go, it'd be a good idea to go prepared. I say we sit around town for a bit, until we're all ready. When everyone is ready, we'll meet up back here." He turned to Karina, before nodding his head toward the door. "Come on. I have a bargain to keep."
◾Username: Beucefilous ◾Name: Jedediah ◾Age: 24 ◾Gender Male: ◾Appearance: http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130817101100/typemoon/images/c/ce/Rider_of_red.png ◾Race: Spirox ◾Power: Voluntary brain activity ◾Abilities: Manual Reflexes: A reflex is your brain essentially taking directly control and moving your body on it's own, achieving far faster and more accurate movements than can be achieved at will. Jedediah is capable of achieving this in any action he performs. Delayed Exhaustion: Jedediah is capable of forcing his body to refrain from inflicting the effects of exhaustion onto him, however, the moment he ceases to concentrate on doing so, the effects of what he would've received during this time will all flood onto him at once, making it difficult to gauge his limits. Manual Adrenaline: Jedediah is capable of releasing a large amount of adrenaline into his body all at once, giving him enhanced physical prowess. However, this, especially if combined with his previous two powers, can lead to serious injury if overused. Expert Swordsman Quick on his feet ◾Weapons: Gloria, a longsword he believes to possess mystical properties. It, however, is just well made. ◾Personality: Brash, Self-centered, extremely stubborn, and just to a fault. ◾Bio: Jedediah is what one would call religious, certainly. While ordinarily that wouldn't be a bad thing in any sense, Jedediah's method of it is...Questionable. He believes himself to be handpicked by the divine lord himself from birth, blessed with his power. He does not actually know he's a Spirox, and instead thinks he is merely human who was blessed by the divine. He seeks to purge all the world from evil, and he shall smite the wicked and inflict glorious true damage unto thy jungle camps! Never in his presence shall an objective be captured by an enemy, and the buffs shall all fall under the banner of god! AHAHA! *cough* Yes, well, evil punisher and whatnot. ◾Other: It is quite literally impossible to convince him he is not of divine origin.
◾Username: Beucefilous ◾Name: Xerxes "The Warden" Break ◾Age: 42 ◾Gender: Male ◾Appearance: Spoiler The Warden is 7"3 ◾Race: Human ◾Power: N/A ◾Abilities: Incredibly strong, capable of matching even those who are considered strong among mutants, which is unheard of for a human. Durable due to an incredible amount of armor he carries. However, the price for his durability is his speed. Can aim with throwing shit (like chains.) Knows basic combat (More often than not defeats his opponents with overwhelming brute force, thus negating the need for more than basic skill) He's the juggernaut...bitch. ◾Weapons: A club and chains with hooks ◾Personality: He is an angry individual, and almost childishly refusing to accept defeat. Not exactly what you'd call intelligent. He has a very twisted sense of "Justice", yet he follows it. ◾Bio: As their are prisoners, there must also be a warden. He was the one who oversaw Cierra's imprisonment, as well as the sole reason her parents were brought in and their executioner. While his guards were abusive to Cierra in many ways, they stood aside in his presence. Xerxes was the worst of them by far, being the one who caused her brain injury. She escaped while he wasn't in the prison, thus how one or the other of them isn't dead. He doesn't take kindly to his prisoners escaping, and relentlessly pursues the girl. He's never seen her lustor power, but if she's half the menace her parents were, then he'll outright kill her on the spot. ◾Other: Relationships: He was Cierra's pimp Crushes: Those red stains over there Secrets: He's tank Thresh
ஜ Name: Bartholomew Blackstone ஜ Age (Reality and if it applies looks/acts like): 20 ஜ Appearance: Spoiler ஜ Small bio: Bartholomew is from a world where fear is the best thing you can feel. A world known as Halloween town. Most of the time you simply scare them, and then the event is over. Bartholomew however, was never able to wrap his mind around this concept. If fear was a good thing, then why not keep giving it? He took it much farther than it was ever meant to be taken. Eventually, the denizens of Halloween Town began to truly be afraid of him, but this didn't bother him. It was what he wanted. Finally, he'd moved up from simply scaring people to actually hurting them. It wasn't until the Pumpkin King stepped in that Bartholomew was forced to stop and exiled. However, that was a bad decision on Jack's part. Before, he was contained, happy wreaking havoc on Halloween town. Now, he knows of the other worlds, and has been unleashed onto them. ஜ Reason for rescuing the hero: To see what frightens him. ஜ Weapon (If applicable): Sickle ஜ Power (If applicable): Dread: Bartholomew makes the enemies in a short radius around him ever so slightly more vulnerable to magic. Fear Perception: With direct eye contact, Bartholomew can detect fear in a person, along with what causes fear in them. Fear Manifestation: Bartholomew can manifest his appearance as the embodiment of the opponent's fear. It does not have to be their greatest fear. As long as they would be afraid of it, he can manifest it. As an extension of this power, he speaks with an eerie echo in his voice. Paranoia's Grip: Staring into Bartholomew's eyes for extended periods of time tears away at the sanity of the onlooker. Eventually, they become overcome with unbearable paranoia. Everything around them, from the terrain to the buildings to the people become unspeakable horrors to them. The longer they stare at Bartholomew, the more real the hallucinations seem, as well as the longer it takes to wear off. Taking the five senses one by one. Sight > Sound > Touch > Smell > Taste. It's not uncommon that this will result in attacking allies. Drain: Bartholomew can physically absorb the life force of another being, granting him incredible healing capabilities and simultaneously damaging the enemy. He must remain stationary while doing so, and if they exit the range, the connection will break and the drain will stop. Dark Wind: Bartholomew is capable of throwing out a dark gust of wind, manifested in the shape of a demonic crow. Upon hitting an enemy, it steals the very air from their throat, rendering them unable to speak for a few seconds, and by extension, casting spells. Crowstorm: Something over a combination of his other powers. Manifesting the emotion of fear into the physical realm, the wind around him forms into an enormous murder of crows, spiraling around Bartholomew. They constantly assault those around him, sapping away at their life force with frightening speed, and tearing down their sanity. ஜ Other: "Some people call me the stuff of nightmares. I don't think that's quite right. Nightmares, you wake up from."
