GAVIN! -RAGE-

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A beast into the jungle of life
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Yeh, this is a simple battle between newly-made friends :wacky:

Rules: Mild Power-playing is allowed. Usually it would be banned, but that's soooooo boring. The limits is of course within reasonable...well reasons xD. Pretty much, not taking it overboard, but still making it quite entertaining.

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Name: Only known as “the Dead One”
Gender: Male/Unknown
Age: Unknown
Race: Grim Reaper

Appearance:

A being whose very being can alter life itself. His physical and genetic features are a complete mystery ,for the most part; this is because no one has ever seen any traces of his being. There has only been confirmation that he wears a pitch-black robe that has sharp trimmings on each end. The height can be estimated as six feet. However, this is just an estimation, not a confirmation. With height, there comes weight. The Dead one may not have physical characteristics confirmed, but it can be guessed that he weights between two -hundred and three hundred pounds, but this is still not confirmed. One physical feature that has been recorded is two wings that flow out of this beings

Personality:

Little is known of how this being acts. Generally, he is seen to act viciously cruel, with no respect for the living or the dead. Doing as he pleases, the Dead One can cut open an opponent with such brutality. There is absolutely no remorse in this man, and he regrets nothing when his opponent’s organs are just rolling around the floor. That in fact, is his favorite part of any battle. Even when he isn’t fighting especially in the “pre-battle” stage, this being will take nothing, and he will just tease with the person he is talking to, well more like torment them. He will use any tactic to itimidate them into fearing his very being; and even with that, cutting them up into little, itty-bitty pieces is what brings this sadistic being pure joy.

Weapon(s)

Neglected Darkness:

Considering the fact that The Dead One himself is quite tall, it will be a given that his only weapon must be quite large. Having that be known, this weapon of his does not weight what one would assume. This weapon is a twelve foot Scythe, but only weighs to an astonishing forty pounds. At first glance, this incredibly long Scythe appears to be a swallow, but this is only if it from a far distance. In reality, when one glances upon this weapon at a close distance, they will see that this Scythe is indeed a Scythe, but a double-sided one at that. With both sides perfectly like one an other.

The appearance of this double-sided Scythe starts with a very smooth, but also hard wooden base. Following on each side, it titanium blades that have a curve to them on both sides. There is also, a red marking at the very edge of it(on both sides). The sharpness can tear through almost virtually anything humanly possible.

Ability

Intertwined Life:

As the main objective of being a Grim Reaper, the dead one is able to take any matters of life into his own hands, and in any way that only HE sees fit. With the very aspect of life and death in his very hands, there are unlimited possibilities of to which his powers can be measured to; and as such, he is granted to any and all forms of death penetration. The notion of necromancy is only the basic step of this glorious process. It can be evolved to many levels that are not humanly possible. But only the Grim Reaper race can access this, and thus why The Dead One is able to gain access to this advanced skill. Overall, this ability grants the Dead One to Life and death via soul magicks of ancient times.

Bah, too lazy to properly present the rest in bold and shit :lew:.

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Pulled directly from Eureka Academy. Can't be arsed to change things that relate to it.

Name: Mishra Ayrie


Age: 25 (appears 18)


Title: Student Teacher (Red Sect)


Class: Arcane Alchemist


Appearance: Mishra stands at 6' 1" with black-blue hair and pale skin. His constant running between experiments and reagents kept him in top physical shape and he has stayed this way thanks to his personal time being stopped. Given his status as teacher and his talents, Mishra is never seen in anything other than his work clothes. They have been specially treated to not only repel all chemicals but water as well, the only side effect being that the compound turns the fabric it is used on black.

His work clothes consist of a pair of fitted cloth pants, heavy leather boots, a short sleeve trenchcoat and a pair of gloves. Everything is fitted to his size to prevent the pooling of chemicals in the creases. The gloves are specially tailored to fit his claws and are uncomfortable for anyone else to wear. His boots have been treated the most heavily with the chemical repellant so that he can stand in a puddle of the most corrosive acid and the boots will remain unharmed. His trench coat trail is the only part of his clothing that is not fitted, it is meant to hide his tail and to provide additional protection from back splash.


Weapon: Magic, Alchemy


Personality: Mishra is half mad thanks to the alchemical mishap that ruined his reputation for good. He often becomes distracted when talking about alchemy and will go on his own tangents, often a train of thought that leads to an impromptu experiment. Impromptu experiments can happen at any time and any place.


He keeps a nonchalant persona for most of the time but when he begins to talk about anything related to his experiments his voice starts getting faster and more crazed as he gets a wild look in his eye. This leads to him lecturing on his work with no room for interjections. He is known to laugh often, especially in the middle of experiements, as well as talk to himself.


He has no regard for his own safety, being impossible to damage by his own experiments, and also seems willing to take the other students' lives into his own, often giving students his new potions to try in battle. So far nothing bad has happened other than temporary hair and eye color change.


Abilities:


Alchemical Prodigy-Mishra is highly knowledgable about alchemy in every way. He is able to use this knowledge at any time, even in battle. It comes to him easily, almost as if by instinct. Equations are made almost instantaneously and acted on shortly thereafter. His knowledge base covers offensive, defensive and practical alchemy.


Alchemist's Blade: A standard katana style sword. This blade however is not sharpened and is never used for combat. The blade is made of Lunite, a metal that Mishra created and named for its ability to absorb the natural magic powers of the moon. The magic imbued within it combined with Mishra's alchemical skill allow him to create almost any reagent he needs, simply by running his fingers down the three foot blade.


The reagent is collected in a small globe that acts as a container at the end of the blade and floats near the end until used. There can only be six globes at a time. These globes can be combined to mix their ingredients and are completely encapsulated. If an explosion were to occur inside one then the globe would remain intact. The nature of this magic is so powerful that the Lunite must be charged again in the light of the moon one night every two weeks otherwise the spell must be cast again on the blade.

Alchemical Mishaps: Though only a few failures blemish Mishra's record, the results of these errors are malignant enough to have caused severe change him.


1] The first mishap was a change in his gravity resistance. He has a moderate resistance to gravity due to this and would now naturally hover about 4 ft in the air. However thanks to his alchemical brilliance he was able to create an ink that both allows him to manipulate his own gravity resistance and control his own direction while under the influence. This effectively give him the power of flight. The ink has been tattooed onto his back in the shape of a pair of wings, placed perfectly along his spine.


2] Undaunted by this he continued his alchemy resulting in his second mishap. The second mishap effectively transfused feline DNA into his own. The new DNA strand mutated his DNA into a triple helix, bonding it permanently. The new DNA forced a physical change in him. Not only did he gain fangs, pointed ears, and claws but his eyes turned a feral yellow with vertical slits for pupils and he grew a four foot black tail. His senses of smell, sight, and hearing tripled in strength and his reflexes went into lightning overdrive. While he does not consider this a hinderence, others in the scienific community saw it as a major hazard.


3] The third mishap destroyed the flow of time within him, making it impossible for him to age. Mishra is now permanently stuck at the age of 18.


4] The fourth mishap was the most damning of them all. The fourth altered his makeup so that he is no longer solid but a gaseous energy. He naturally assumes his normal form but can make his body solid or vanish at a whim. This change allows for him to pass through solid matter and to be unhurt by physical weapons unless solid.


The only way to damage him in his natural state is use magic or some similar force. Whatever it is though it must be in the first degree which is to say it must be the power itself; enchanted weapons and the like do not work as these are second degree. Additionally this change also made him immune to any further possible changes.


This experiment also left him half mad, ruining his alchemy career though to him he doesn't say he is mad just 'engrossed in his work.'


Magic: With his reputation as an alchemist ruined, Mishra has moved on to magic, considering it an art like alchemy. Though he does not have the prodigious skill he has in alchemy, he is still very good at it and would more than likely be one of the top mages at the academy if it weren't for his preoccupation with alchemy. To date his spell list is rather small but he makes up for it by combining it with his alchemy skills.


Spell List:
Thunderburst- Lightning magic that radiates outward from a single point in a sphere.


Acid Globe- Creates a large globe of acid that will explode on its own 30 sec after summoning or immediately if someone were to attack it. The acid witin is based completely on what Mishra decides is in there and may not even be acid at all but some other chemical Mishra needs.


Chaotic Flames: Creates a series of five fireballs which make an erratic path to their target. There is no definite time to impact- they may all hit at once or in groups.


Kamaitachi Chaser: Creates a globe shape kamaitaichi that follows a straight line. Anthing caught within is easily cut to ribbons. The closer to the center, the more damage.


Ice Pyramid: Summons a single spear of ice that flies at the target. Every second it splits into three identical spears, the same as the first one in size. It will continue splitting, up to 90 different spears. The spears are in a pyramid shape.


Dark Vortex: Summons globes of dark energy whose entropic nature draws foes in closer. The globes will often contradict each other in pulling which can lead to limbs being ripped off. Anything inside the globe will be compressed to 1/10th its original size for every 20 sec it stays within.




History: The son of a small family in a bustling city, they considered themselves blessed to have a son that could make something of himself. He was apprenticed to one of the top alchemists in the capital at the age of five. His first mishap happened at the age of 9 where he gained a moderate resistance to gravity. His master never found out about this as Mishra was quick to remedy it, implanting an ink in his skin which would allow him to control it.


At the age of 13 came the second mishap which left him part cat and his master close to death. Though this accident was his master's fault, Mishra was still blamed for this due to his percieved ineptitude. With his final words, his master left the shop and his finances to Mishra, the closest thing he had to a son.


By the age of 18 Mishra had become the top alchemist int he capital and was recieving orders from around the world. The shear avalanche of work took its toll on him and resulted in him combine two different order which lead to the third mishap which froze his personal time trapping him at 18 and unable to age.


Only 7 months later the fourth accident happened which not only destroyed the shop but his reputation. He was lucky in that the shop had been cleared out for his coming sabbaical and as a result the nearby buildings were not taken out as well. From this point forward he was barred from the scientific world for the extreme consequences of his work.


Unable to get the recognized he deserved from alchemy he turned his mind to magic and found he ws quite adept at it. He enrolled in Eureka Academy to further his own magic and to peruse the extensive collection of alchemy texts within. His reputation preceeded him though but this time it was a good thing. Headmaster Krell recognized his talents and invited him on as a student teacher.


As of now he both attends classes and teaches them.
 
OCC: A few things that I should clear up. When I use "The Dead One" for rping in any way, I use Hindi as the language he speaks. So, that it doesn't cause any confusion, in each of my posts that he speaks a new chant, I will put up the english translation. For this post, here is the english translation:
Anger consumes man's heart. The beast that feeds upon this will take it. Come back from the afterlife, and do my bidding


A mellow thought ran through every individual that visited the cathedral It was Sunday, the sun was at it‘s highest peak, and its ultra-violet rays shined down upon the citizens of a small town in New Jersey. People of all ages walk out of the church as the bell near the top of the colossal stature goes off in a very loud sound. With that one sound sending vibrations of different calibers, people of different races, ages, and genders walked their way out of the church. Each of them going away without a notice that things were about to change.

With every good, there is an evil, and with that evil comes with a being who can put a silence to each. Hovering over the highest point of the carthadral is a shadowy figure who’s very being is covered by a solid black cloth, two bone-like hands that are seen from the sleaves. Only two physical items aside the hands are seen: A plain black book, and a pair of steel-gray wings shaped like that of angel wings. A hood covers it’s head, so not only are there no traces of any distinction whether or not this being is male or female, but also this increases the element of mystery to this figure.

One motion was made. The being opened up his single black book, and by ancient words spoken, out came a chant, Gus'sa adami ke dila ki khapata. Janavara hai ki isa para fi?sa ise le ja'ega. Afterlife se vapasa a'o, aura apani boli hai “
Words spoken, and soon followed darkness filling the blue sky. As the evil shrouded from unknown sources, it blocked off all light, and only eternal darkness could be seen. The sounds of fear and terror were heard as a rip in the sky opened up. Neon green light was seen, and Inside this hole were a pair of crimson-red eyes. Then in an instant, those eyes had disappeared, and out came a beast In a wicked flash of speed.

Soaring through the air, this beast could be seen with dark-gray fur, mixed with dark red. The same color of fur was seen along the bottom of his tail as the top part was of a bone-like appeal. Legs had same fur, but with dark red nails, and these nails were sharp as a rare katana. In a more close, and personal look, a white helmet-like structure acted as it’s head.

With this beast now flying around the small town in New Jersey, only one could speculate of what The Dead One has planned for the future of this place.
 
Mishra had been enjoying a nice bask in the sunlight. The cat DNA had affected him more than he ever thought. Nowadays whenever it was midday he just wanted to curl up under a sunbeam and nap. Today he had chosen the roof of the cathedral.

Below the screams of people could be heard, waking him from his slumber.

"You have awakened me. Where is your offering?" he said, using the best evil voice he could muster at this early hour.

He could barely contain himself before he started laughing, the insane laughter floating down and mingling with the screams.

"Well now," he murmured, stretching himself out. "Why are people screaming this time?"

Standing up, he looked around, spotting somethign flying in the distance. Squinting slightly, he could make out a large beast like form.

"Why do you humans always scream at something like this? When I make things you just go 'Awwww' and hug it," he sighed. "Maybe I should make things like it. Worth investigating."

Putting two fingers in his mouth, he called out to the creature with a shrill whistle. to get its attention.
 
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