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Post by Executus Gira on Feb 24, 2018 5:34:06 GMT
Circe Viel, The Dark Sorceress
Proditor, Traitor of Heaven
Mulek, The Black Winged Pariah
Malcania, the Apocryphal Flame
Tchazzar, the Infernal Knight
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Post by Executus Gira on Apr 9, 2018 4:56:48 GMT
"Run all you like, it won't do you any good. You cannot escape what is written!" "The Master of Miracles has blessed me with this opportunity, and his will shall be fulfilled!" ~Circe Gratz Name: Circe Viel Alias: The Dark Sorceress, The Delifer of Mankind Species: Human(?) Height: 5ft7 Weight: 170 lbs Age: 25 (physically) Description: Circe, while only being of slightly above average height, is near impossible to ignore for several reasons. Her violet eyes and long black hair with purple highlights are a dead giveaway aside from her slender, yet alluring build, as is her inhuman sickly grey skin. Her preferred attire is a black coat with dark purple stripes and fangs across the bottom of it, and purple on the other side. Under the coat is a plain grey button up shirt a few sizes too small for her, and charcoal pants. She carries a tome with her, a large black book with a lock on it. Backstory: No one knows where Circe came from, or how she came to be, only that her appearance is tied to the apocalypse that plagued Molly's world. She claims to have been the one to set the end times in motion "To awaken the primordial Master of Miracles, and end the era of man's folly", but these are only claims, but the closest anyone has to the truth as well. However, she is now in Lemuria, and for the past few months, has been a thorn in the side of the Holy Knights, plaguing their attempts to expand into the world at large, as well as another predator to those who drop into the world without any protection. Now she claims that the Master of Miracles has arrived in Lemuria as well, and that it is the divine passage of fate for this strange land, as she has foreseen. Personality: Circe despises technological gain, claiming it is an offense to dare approach the power of the Master of Miracles, the being she worships. She is never seen without a smile on her face, and at first glance, one might assume she is always happy. However, while the smile never dies, it is easy to tell when she is genuinely happy, and when she is infuriated. She believes everything that happens is foretold and cannot be altered, especially what she has seen in her visions, given to her whenever she prays at night. She sees no precious value in the lives of others, and will gladly commit atrocities if to her it serves the greater good. Powers: -Master of Dark Magic: The tome Circe holds is a book of darkness, containing dozens of incantations, hexes and spells at her disposal. These spells are netheral in nature, yet a different kind of nether from what the likes of Demogorgon is familiar with. A few of these spells she has memorized, but her more powerful attacks require her reading them from the tome. Types of Magic: Evocation- Circe's favorite form of spells is the offensive variety, and her particular affinity is in fire and poison. She can generate poisonous fumes around her, hellfire pillars from the earth, homing lightning from her fingers, make a person's blood boil and blood vessels burst, and even fire netheral orbs of energy that detonate with over thirty tons of TNT , and eat away at aetheral material on a celluar level. Her most powerful attack is creating a rift into a dark netheral dimension and bombarding the land with dark energy beams. Transmutation- Circle's most powerful spells are those which let her bend reality to her will. She can corrupt any number of creature with netheral taint, turning them into vicious monsters under her control. She can cause the ground to turn into living sand, or afflict a person with sickly diseases to cripple them. Thankfully, none of her diseases are fatal. She can also disguise herself by altering her appearance into almost anything she wants. Enchantment-A mind is a special thing for Circe to break, and she loves to do so whenever she can. Few minds are safe from her when she begins to probe, and she is all too happy to dredge out the darkest, most haunting secrets a person has to break them into submission. Telekinetic- A few of Circe's spells allow her to manipulate physics themselves. She can grab and lift a person into the air without even touching them, implode rocks and living things in her telekinetic grasp, and create a barrier of netheral energy before her to block incoming attacks... if she's fast enough with the incantation. Weaknesses: Despite all her spells, Circe's still just a human on the physical side of things. Without her book, she can only rely on her more tame spells such as poisonous fumes, altering her own appearance, and the barrier. Theme |
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Post by Executus Gira on Jul 11, 2018 22:21:44 GMT
"It is truly a gift from the Creator's own grace, to deliver his enemies to be condemned. Just because one is pure, does not mean they are good. Pure evil, and pure chaos are just as prevalent as pure good."Name: Proditor Alias: Traitor of Heaven Height: 190 meters Weight: 310,000 tons Length: 470 meters Wingspan: 400 meters Description: Of the divine heavenly host, few are as imposing as Proditor. A gigantic bipedal draconic angel with two long, serpentine necks, Proditor's entire body is covered in golden and topaz scales, except for the bright white and blue feathery wings from his sides, taking the place of actual arms. Four long slender tails flicker behind him. Backstory: In a fargone timeline, the ancient Lord of Decay arose and conquered the earth. The forces of Heaven and the Forces of Hell were powerless against the dark being's taint, and his power drew those who desired it and sought it. From the Underworld came that timeline's Demogorgon, who saw an opportunity to be so much more than the servant of Lucifer. From heaven came Proditor, who sought to be on the winning side. For tens of thousands of years, the two were united under the tainted god's rule, and subjegated the world... until an ancient order, the White Witches, arose and sealed the fiend away, and later the dark sorcerer Maledict. Both Proditor and Demogorgon worked together over three hundred years to restore their leader, and yet, when the descendants of the order came to seal the monster away once and for all... Proditor fled for his life. He abandoned Demogorgon and his leader to die, and instead crawled back to Heaven, where by now the Creator had passed on, and one of Proditor's old friends, that timeline's Valshir, had taken over. In an attempt to regain favor with his angelic kin, Proditor sold out Demogorgon's whereabouts once he realized she had survived the fight, but the Lord of Decay hadn't. Disguised as government agents, the angels cornered the weakened demon, and were ready to deal with her, had it not been for that timeline's Molly, who's presence frightened them off. Several more times Proditor tried to claim his former ally's head driven more and more envious and wrathful at his humiliation by her hands, until finally, after one humiliation too many, Proditor found himself whisked away in a blinding light... Personality: Proditor is a cowardly angel, who likes to talk big yet is quick on the retreat when he knows the odds are not in his favor. Loyalty from him is a fleeting expression, and if a stronger side emerges, Proditor is quick to side with them, or any that is against Demogorgon. However, if backed into a corner, or if he knows he holds the upper hand, Proditor can become a terrifying foe to handle, as dangerous as the most powerful archangels. He carried an air of faux humility and knowledge around him, yet his contempt for mortal life is always there, always present... Abilities and Powers: ~Heaven's Wrath: Proditor can unleash torrents of divine flames from his twin mouths upon assailants. These holy flames can be replaced with straight up magma if he's fighting a similar divine creature or something immune to aetheral energy. Proditor can also light himself aflame with divine fire, making fighting him up close a dangerous task. ~Razor Wings: The feathers on Proditor's wings can act as weapons in their own right. A single flick can send them flying at enemies, and they are sharp enough to cut through titanium alloy. ~Energy Shield: A holy aura surrounds Proditor at all times. Any form of energy attack that isn't a physical projectile that collides with the barrier is completely nullified and absorbed within, including netheral or unholy energy. This is a technique Proditor has developed specifically to counter Demogorgon. ~Energy Blast: If he so desires, Proditor can convert his holy aura into a concentrated sphere which he can launch at a foe. This resulting explosion is powerful, over 300 tons of TNT, and is devastating to all but the most powerful enemies. As a consequence, however, Proditor's immunity to ranged attacks is lost for an entire day, leaving him vulnerable to attack. ~Immunities: Even without his aura, heat and cold based attacks, as well as aetheral attacks, do nothing to Proditor. The golden scales are also resistant to piercing blows. All but the most powerful magic is ineffective against this towering angel. ~Telekinesis: With his mind, Proditor can lift up to 200,000 tons from a distance of 100 meters. If he's fast enough, he can even stop physical objects hurled at him in mid air, though this requires his full attention. ~Angelic Power: In physical combat, Proditor is a force to be reckoned with. Each of his two heads can lift 130,000 tons, and bite down with just as much pressure. His taloned feet are adept as ripping gouges into the foe, and his tails are prehensile, letting him trip up, smack, and disorient his enemies. ~Two Heads are Better than One: Even if one of Proditor's heads is out of commission, Proditor can still fight with just one head, though it is at this point he is likely to retreat. Weaknesses: Ontop of physical objects, acid completely bypasses the protective aura and burns away at Proditor's scales. Slashing blows also bypass the scales. Once the aura is down, either from his own will or from enough pain, electricity and netheral energy are devastating to Proditor. Should the tide turn against Proditor and he finds himself outmatched, he is likely to try and retreat, and because of his bulk, he is not a particularly fast flier, only going up to mach 2. Theme
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Post by Executus Gira on Dec 16, 2018 7:32:40 GMT
"Cercil gave me a reason to live... She gave me a home, a family, everything to me... And I won't let you insult her!"
"I am the holy angel, a warrior sent by the heavens above. Repent, sinful mortals, or this will be your final hour!"
Name: Mulek
Age: Unknown (millions of years)
Gender: Female
Height: 8ft 7
Weight: 510 lbs
Alias: The Black Winged Angel
Appearance: Mulek is an angel, but one of a lower stratum than the likes of Barachiel or Proditor. As such, this reflects upon her clothing, being only very bland white robes. Her hair is long and part of it is raven black, while the rest is ivory white, the same as her scaly wings. She wears no shoes or socks, but goes out barefooted, believing that an inferior wretched being like herself, an outcast, doesn't need them. Her left arm and shoulder are nonexistent, having been lost in a conflict a while prior.
Backstory: Mulek is something of a loner, and has been her entire life. Back during the days of the Angelic High, she was considered an outcast because she was one of the few angels to bear black wings shortly after her creation, a sign of Netheral corruption. While she was allowed to meander on the edges of angelic society and never truly persecuted, she knew others despised her and hated her for being different, which came to a head when angels began to be murdered. She was the first to be blamed, the high archangel Sasriel chief among the persecutors, and the experience was life changing for the loner. Only Cercil and her brother Sariel stood by the black winged angel's side, and when the Angelic High was destroyed, she was one of the few survivors who came to Makai and joined with the banished ones. Since then, she has been Cercil's right hand angel, there to aid her master in whatever task she desires... until one such assignment found herself caught in a cataclysm which ended in her being warped into Lemuria. Now lost and alone, the stranded angel has no one to turn to, but herself...
Personality: Mulek has always been something of a loner before Cercil took her under her wing, and her lifetime of hatred and disappointment has turned her into a jaded,egotistical haughty angel. She can be reckless and easy to send into a temper, and despises anything not made by the Creator, or anything not of human body type. When she fails, she takes it personally, and can hold a venomous grudge.
Abilities and Powers:
~Lunacy: Mulek is unique among angels, in that she can draw power from light reflected from the full moon. This is because moon refracted light generates a specific energy which Mulek can absorb and empower herself with. She becomes stronger, faster, and can unleash blinding light from her light wing, or black smog from her blackened one. Staring into her eyes when the full moon is out can drive weaker wills insane.
~Divine Authority: Despite being a lesser angel, Mulek is still a force to be reckoned with. She can lift four thousand pounds at night, double that when the full moon is out, and withstand blows strong enough to crumple metal. She can fly at sixty miles per hour, and teleport a thousand yards away, though this exhausts her when it is not a full moon out. She can also channel aetheral energy through her body, which can be useful to heal the wounds of others, or cause severe harm to netheral beings. Her wings can also shield her from energy attacks.
~Hellfire Scythe: Her weapon of the trade, a scythe forged by Lucifer for Cercil, then handed down to Mulek when her prior weapon was destroyed in combat, this scythe's head and staff are ablaze with hellfire. Mulek can channel the energy within the scythe and send torrents of destructive fire toward her enemies, and thanks to her netheral corruption, manipulate it as well. The blade of the scythe alone is sharp enough to puncture through all but the strongest metals. Also, only an angel can hold this scythe; those who try to otherwise not only cannot lift the weapon, but suffer horrific burns on their hands.
-Gate of Heaven: The angel's most powerful ability, and one only able to practically be used during the full moon. With her wings spread, Mulek can channel both netheral and aetheral power into numerous solid forms, into blades and weapons of pure arbanium. She can then send these weapons raining upon the opposition in a maelstorm of destruction, each one flying at over two hundred miles an hour. Without a full moon, this takes all of Mulek's power to attempt, and is only used as a last resort.
~Soul Hunter: Before the Death Knights became the primary reapers of the dead, the angels lorded over that position, and Mulek's no exception. She can detect the souls of the living around her within a hundred meters, and of the dead within a thousand meters away. The souls of the dead can be harvested and put to eternal rest by the angel, a terrifying prospect for any dead or undead who try to fight the angel. (one time use)
Weaknesses: In the daytime, Mulek is at her weakest: Her netheral control is lost to her, and her strength and energy reserves are halved. Her wings are also vulnerable to strong physical blows, and she is allergic to amphibians. She also has a crippling phobia of tight spaces.
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Post by Executus Gira on Feb 13, 2019 4:14:20 GMT
" I have waited far too long to claim what is rightfully mine! I SHALL RAZE THIS WORLD TO RULE OVER WHAT REMAINS!"
"Let me sleep... five more minutes before a snack raid..."
Name: Malcania
Alias: Queen of Decadence, Lord of Entrophy, The Apocryphal Flame
Species: Succubus Demon (Hellian)
Height: 15ft 6
Wingspan: 60ft
Weight: 1,500 lbs
Appearance: Malcania is an attractive succubus, albeit an enormous one of her kind. Her wings are leathery, and a dark crimson color. She is of ample proportions, and dresses in a flowing black gown cut in the back and on the right side of her legs. Her black and red hair reaches down to her elbows, and curls up at the ends. A long, thin tail twirls behind her, and ends in a sharpened arrow shape. Her hands are covered in jagged dark green scales, and one of her eyes is a pale light blue... and the other a vibrant glowing red.
Backstory: Who Malcania was before her rise as the Succubus Queen is a mystery. Some say she was a despot queen dragged to the depths of Sheol for her blasphemy against the gods. Others claim she made a pact with a monster, and that monster's blood corrupted her. Whatever the case may be, Malcania was the not the first succubus to exist, but her powers made her the greatest of her kind. She saw the throne of Sheol as a platform for her to to be recognized as the greatest queen who had ever lived, a master of masters, the supreme of all demonkind, and she amassed a large following of those amazed by her power and talents: Gyu-Oni, minotaurs, harpies, drakes, lizardmen, even fallen angels all rallied behind her, and the fell queen made her presence known to Sheol, an army known as the Order of the Dark Arts.
The ruling queen, Lord Persephone, was all too happy to rise to the challenge... with her elite guard in place of an army.
The two most loyal servants of the queen, the nine tailed fox Mara and the silent masked Minos, launched a surprise attack against Malcania's armies in their stronghold. Tens of thousands of warriors, who Malcania had taken years to rally and sway with her words and strength, were felled within hours by the pair. Watching as her hard work was turned to ruin, Malcania launched herself into the fray. Mara was no match for the succubus queen's might, and was struck down in one blow, but Minos was a far harder opponent. Malcania held the advantage of raw power and abilities, but Minos refused to back down, no matter how much she was subjected to. Yet, Malcania's ruthless assault began to chip away at Minos's defenses, and the silent unstoppable force had met her match...
Until, her mighty queen, Persephone herself, came to her aid. It was 2v1 like before, but this time, Malcania was outmatched. The frozen queen's powers, ontop of Minos's relentless fury, overwhelmed the succubus queen, and she was struck down. All credit of the victory was given to Minos, and since few survivors knew of what really happened, fear in the silent warrior magnified that day.
Malcania herself was lost, not in death, but in another world. Her demise had sent her soul into Lemuria. In the past, she has tried to revive herself in various ways, but none have been successful, or were thwarted. But now, perhaps the opportunity has arisen for the Lord of Entropy to return.
Personality: Malcania is a cruel, conniving demon lord, who is obsessed with watching everything wither and die around her. Suffering, pain, chaos are only the cherries ontop of watching all systems, everything in the world, be reduced to nothing. She holds little value in life, since all is destined to return to dust anyways. However, she does have her attachments to the physical world, mainly sweets and sleeping. She is notoriously lazy, and loves to sleep in if possible.
Abilities and Powers:
~Desire Control: As a Succubus, Malcania can release pheremones that can cloud the senses and judgement of most humanoid beings. Those of stronger will can overcome it, but weaker wills can find themselves easily swayed and manipulated by the demon's words. Any pain sent through their body can cut the pheremone's effects short.
~Master of Decay: Malcania prides herself as the Lord of Entropy, and she leaves little to the imagination as to why. Her touch can oxidize metal and make it rust over, and she can cause rapid aging to anyone she wants to with a strong grip. This, thanks to Lemuria's strange effects on her powers, is only temporary, and can be undone just by submerging in water. Inversely, she can also make someone younger with her touch, also undone with water. Lastly, she can focus all her energy into absorbing all the water in the area around her, causing all plant and animal life to dehydrate into shriveled carcasses.
~Loves Power: Malcania is incredibly powerful. Her tail can flick five hundred pounds away from her, and she can rip through metal with her clawed hands. She can fly at 50 miles an hour, and lift two tons with one hand.
~The Apocryphal Flame: The ultimate catalyst of destruction is fire, and Malcania has embraced Nether's dark power for herself. She can create a twelve foot long flaming bastard sword, and generate hellfire that eats away at aetheral matter. She can channel this through her blade, or through her claws, or as streams of fire from her hands.
Weaknesses: Malcania is incredibly lazy, and prone to not taking action until she has no other choice. As such, if one knows she has to be taken down, one can prepare themselves to face her. Secondly, her water absorption covers an area of 15 meters around her, and takes seven seconds to go off. Afterwards, she has to sleep for a full day to attempt it again. It is also her only way to regenerate wounds she has received. Her flesh burns against silver, frigid temperatures can nullify her flames, and aetheral energy is lethal against her. Lastly, she has a massive sweet tooth, and simply cannot resist sweet foods.
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Post by Executus Gira on Mar 12, 2019 6:42:58 GMT
"Prosti menya, no ya sluga moyego boga. Vasha smert' trebuyetsya ot ikh imeni." (Forgive me, but I am a servant of my god. Your death is required on their behalf.) Name: Tchazzar Alias: The Infernal Knight, The Damned Apostle, The Black Tempest Species: Human(?) Height: 8ft9 Weight 2,900 lbs (in armor), 450 lbs (without armor) Appearance: The Infernal Knight is a figure few know the true appearance of. Tchazzar is a towering mountain of a human, covered in head to toe with charcoal grey armor, with black stripes running down the lengths and sides. The shoulder plates of the armor are massive, and give a bulkier appearance to an already bulky figure. Two pairs of burning red eyes stare out from beneath the slanted visor. Alternatively, instead of the armor, Tchazzar can also be seen, when stealth is more needed, a large black trench coat with a hood that covers the face, and a few pieces of armor beneath the trench coat: namely the chest piece, legs , and arms. Upon the shoulderplates, the image of a crimson five thorned rose can be seen. Backstory: Little is known of where Tchazzar came from, only that he is working for Circe. He is a rather recent addition, having joined her cause only shortly before they ended up in Lemuria, and apparently there was a period of time where the Envoys of Wrath and Tchazzar were seperated until he as well came to Lemuria. Personality: Tchazzar is a serious, determined man who doesn't play around or toy with his foes. Instead, he seeks to eliminate his target or any who stand in his way as quickly and efficiently as possible. At the same time, he would rather not claim innocent lives as collateral damage, so innocents and bystanders he will leave alone unless they provoke him. While he is allied with Circe, his goals do not seem to overlap with hers. He is also most often seen lurking in the shadows of the Mival area... Abilities and Power: ~Power of God: Tchazzar is inhumanly powerful, and pound for pound the most powerful member of Circe's forces. He can lift twelve tons from a deadlift, and rip tempered steel with his bare hands. Despite his heavy armor, he can run up to thirty miles per hour, and break through a rock wall just by running through it. ~Master of Arms: Tchazzar's reflexes are skills are also not to be underestimated. He can perceive events ten times faster than an ordinary human, giving him a deadly advantage when it comes to evasion and dodging. The armor he wears is magically hardened and reinforced, allowing it to ignore even an RPG blast , though the kinetic force isn't completely nullified. Heat, electricity, and piercing blows are all ineffective, if not outright nullified, by his armor. ~Blades of Demise: Tchazzar can cause two swords to sprout from the palms of his hands. These blades are three feet in length, and made of reinforced iron and titanium, with their edges sharpened down to a molecule. This gives them lethal cutting power, and Tchazzar can ignite the blades with intense flames over a thousand Celsius. These flames he can shoot around him like a flamethrower. ~Brown Note: In between the armor sections on his right wrist, Tchazzar has a watch with a specific dial on it. This dial generates a high pitched noise inaudible to the human ear, but for creatures with acute hearing, the noise is deafening and enraging. This sound can drive all but the strongest willed nearby animals into a murderous frenzy, once which only ends when the noise is out of range, a thousand meters away. Weaknesses: Tchazzar's armor might be nearly impenetrable, but there are holes in it, most notably where the watch is. The watch is not as durable as the rest of the armor, so can easily be broken, and the skin beneath is highly vulnerable to damage. Incredibly powerful blunt force can also disorient Tchazzar and without his armor, he is highly vulnerable, though much more agile and possibly dangerous. The visor he wears also obscures his vision to the sides, so he has to rely on his hearing and intuition to deal with foes not in his direct line of sight. Regardless, Tchazzar is a dangerous foe to fight in close quarters. Theme |
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