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| Subject: Slayer Registration Wed 26 Aug 2015, 5:07 pm | |
| Here is where you come to claim a slaying role. There can be only one slayer of each type per category except for second generation dragon slayers. There can be an unlimited number of them as long as the lacrima is obtained. If you claim a slayer role, it must be your primary magic. Fire Dragon Slayer- SkyfallWater Dragon Slayer- MizukoLightning Dragon Slayer- OPENIron Dragon Slayer- OPENEarth Dragon Slayer- OPENIce Dragon Slayer- OPENPoison Dragon Slayer- OPENShadow Dragon Slayer- OPENWhite Dragon Slayer- OPENSky Dragon Slayer- OPENStorm Dragon Slayer- FujinFlame God Slayer- OPENMetallic God Slayer- OPENSky God Slayer- OPENLightning God Slayer- OPENTorrent God Slayer- OPENShadow God Slayer- OPENEarth God Slayer- OPENLight God Slayer- Kita NanaseGlacier God Slayer- OPENVenom God Slayer- OPENStorm God Slayer- OPENFlame Demon Slayer- OPENMetallic Demon Slayer- OPENSky Demon Slayer- OPENLightning Demon Slayer- Alexander VaanOcean Demon Slayer- ReservedEarth Demon Slayer- OPENHell Demon Slayer- OPENHoly Demon Slayer- RyoshiGlacier Demon Slayer- OPENVenom Demon Slayer- OPENTempest Demon Slayer- Rin Moriyama- Slayer Position Application:
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| | | Skyfall
Posts : 24 Jewels : 56213 Age : 31 Join date : 2015-08-26
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Fri 28 Aug 2015, 12:34 am | |
| Username: Skyfall Position: Fire Dragon Slayer - Why do you think you deserve this magic?:
I, Skyfall D. Krow, believe that I deserve the Fire Dragon Slayer position, because my carefree and reckless personality are traits one would most definitely associate with a practitioner of just about any worth while type of Fire-based Magic. My recklessness also leads to me being unable to participate in even a minor brawl without leaving wide-spread destruction in my wake. Add that to my love of pushing myself to my limits, and my tendency to grow more with each fight I participate in, I clearly possess the necessary aptitude to make more than full use of the Fire Dragon Slayer Magic position. I also plan on becoming one of the Ten Wizard Saints in the future, and I have a secret ambition to make my name one that is known throughout not only Fiore, but the entire continent of Ishgar, who knows, maybe even the entire world if the goddess of fate sees it in her power to shine down upon me. Such goals would be a whole lot more fun to accomplish if I use an awesome Magic like Fire Dragon Slayer Magic. Oh, and I'm not sure how much this last bit is worth, but I also have this really cool dragon scale patterned scarf.
- RP Sample:
A crunch here, a snap there, leaves crumbles and twigs broke under the pressure of bear foot falls, off in the distance, just beyond the mountain range, the calm waves of the ocean cascaded upon the sandy shores, sand darkening with the ebb and flow of the calm waters. The mountain range was comprised of old, gray stone, the rustic hues being quite fitting of this type of area, isolated, free from the clutches of the outside world.
Yet the sun sat perched above, a few white clouds brushed across the aquamarine skies made it seem like a tranquil painting, the ground below being quite the stark contrast, this much was a foretold certainty.
"What do you mean? How am I supposed to destroy a mountain, Siegnius?"
A youth pondered aloud. He had fierce scarlet eyes, like two orbs that could pierce right through the abysmal black of night, his spiky auburn hair swaying in the breeze as he looked upward. The gaze of the small child was settled upon one of the true wonders of the world of magic, the King of the Fire Dragon's, Siegnius.
"You can do it, Krow. Summon up all of that strength dwelling within your body and unleash the flames of a true Dragon Slayer."
The dragon spoke, his voice was thunderous, his red scales shining as the rays of the sun cascaded down upon them, fierce yellow orbs settled upon the young boy standing to his side.
The boy in question, was named Skyfall D. Krow, he had been taken in by the fire dragon when he was incredibly young, for five years now, he had been learning Magic from the Dragon, Magic to Slay Dragon's. The youth wore a pair of black shorts, a red dragon scale patterned scarf wrapped around his neck.
"I think I get it now."
The youth said cheerfully, grinning up at the dragon, his small hands curling into tightly woven fists. He now had an air of determination surrounding him, flames igniting upon his fists, he ran towards the mountain, small fists throwing a barrage of flame-enhanced punches would steadily chip away at the lower edge of the mountain-scape.
Lids fell over scarlet orbs, darkness filled one's vision for a moment, lids flickering open would leave one greeted by the serene aquamarine skies above. How he wished he could be up there, to enjoy the freedom of the sky, a gentle breeze enveloping his skin would beckon him to his feet.
The youth turned, facing the mountain range, he inhaled deeply, flames gathering in the pit of his stomach, his abdomen expanding for a moment. He then opened his maw, exhaling the gathered flames, a large fireball took shape, burning tall blades of grass to ashes and scorching the soil a black tone. The fireball collided with the cold gray stone, exploding, debris were sent soaring through the air, tumbling across the clearing.
The youth jumped up and down, arms to the sky, he cheered excitedly as he turned to face the large dark red scaled creature whom he viewed as not just a mentor, but also as his father, the closest thing he had to family. The dragon cracked a smug grin, nodding his head to the youth, he couldn't help but to feel proud, the young boy before him was steadily exceeding his expectations.
"You seem to be growing stronger with each passing day. I couldn't be more proud of you, Krow. You will make an excellent Dragon Slayer when the time comes for you to fulfill your duties."
"You promised you would fight me seriously if I destroyed it, so I did!"
"Have it your way, brat."
The mighty dragon Siegnius said before beating his wings once, his colossal figure rising into the skies above, he stayed air-borne, gazing down upon his young pupil. The young Dragon Slayer below grinned, focusing his flames to their absolute, not externally, but rather internally.
"Blazer Drive!"
Steam filled the air in wisps and streams, rising off of the body of the youth, such a youth igniting flames upon his feet would soar into the azure above, ramming head first into the dragon. Siegnius shrugged off the assault, his right arm rising above the youth, he swatted him back down upon the soft dingy brown gaia, a crater bursting into the ground around the point of impact.
The youth groaned, sitting up, he rolled his neck cracking it as he rose to his feet. He set his gaze back upon Siegnius, the dragon peering down upon him, more than ready for the youths next assault. The youth was a bit surprised, he knew Siegnius was ridiculously strong, but for him to be able to shrug off Blazer Drive like was nothing more than a bug bite, caught him by surprise.
"Damn. I really thought that was going to work. What should I try next?"
The youth pondered, shrugging his shoulder, he cracked his knuckles, a low hissing sound filling the airways with each crack. The youth gained a serious expression, lowering himself to the ground, he ignited his feet, using the flames to jet-propel himself into the air. He gathered flames upon his right fist, concentrating them further, steam rolled off of him as the flames upon his feet turned blue.
"Azure Burner!"
The male proclaimed loudly, before inhaling deeply, he gather up flames inside of his mouth, then exhaled them in a steady stream in the direction of Siegnius.
"Roar of the Fire Dragon!"
Siegnius inhaled deeply, gathering normal looking flames, he exhaled them, easily dwarfing the assault of the youth.
"Roar of the Fire Dragon King!"
Both combatants proudly called out the names of their attacks, azure flames clashed with flames of a standard hue, a massive explosion rocked the airwaves, the resulting shock-wave leveled the mountain range and sent Krow flying backwards through the air.
Krow flew past the mountain range, crashing down upon the sandy shores, he skidded along the sand, rolling into the ocean. He stayed still, floating atop the water, an annoyed expression upon his features as he internally swore at himself for being able to fight against Siegnius properly.
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| | | Rin Moriyama
Posts : 27 Jewels : 106530 Age : 29 Join date : 2015-08-26
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Fri 28 Aug 2015, 12:51 am | |
| - Skyfall wrote:
- Username: Skyfall
Position: Fire Dragon Slayer
- Why do you think you deserve this magic?:
I, Skyfall D. Krow, believe that I deserve the Fire Dragon Slayer position, because my carefree and reckless personality are traits one would most definitely associate with a practitioner of just about any worth while type of Fire-based Magic. My recklessness also leads to me being unable to participate in even a minor brawl without leaving wide-spread destruction in my wake. Add that to my love of pushing myself to my limits, and my tendency to grow more with each fight I participate in, I clearly possess the necessary aptitude to make more than full use of the Fire Dragon Slayer Magic position. I also plan on becoming one of the Ten Wizard Saints in the future, and I have a secret ambition to make my name one that is known throughout not only Fiore, but the entire continent of Ishgar, who knows, maybe even the entire world if the goddess of fate sees it in her power to shine down upon me. Such goals would be a whole lot more fun to accomplish if I use an awesome Magic like Fire Dragon Slayer Magic. Oh, and I'm not sure how much this last bit is worth, but I also have this really cool dragon scale patterned scarf.
- RP Sample:
A crunch here, a snap there, leaves crumbles and twigs broke under the pressure of bear foot falls, off in the distance, just beyond the mountain range, the calm waves of the ocean cascaded upon the sandy shores, sand darkening with the ebb and flow of the calm waters. The mountain range was comprised of old, gray stone, the rustic hues being quite fitting of this type of area, isolated, free from the clutches of the outside world.
Yet the sun sat perched above, a few white clouds brushed across the aquamarine skies made it seem like a tranquil painting, the ground below being quite the stark contrast, this much was a foretold certainty.
"What do you mean? How am I supposed to destroy a mountain, Siegnius?"
A youth pondered aloud. He had fierce scarlet eyes, like two orbs that could pierce right through the abysmal black of night, his spiky auburn hair swaying in the breeze as he looked upward. The gaze of the small child was settled upon one of the true wonders of the world of magic, the King of the Fire Dragon's, Siegnius.
"You can do it, Krow. Summon up all of that strength dwelling within your body and unleash the flames of a true Dragon Slayer."
The dragon spoke, his voice was thunderous, his red scales shining as the rays of the sun cascaded down upon them, fierce yellow orbs settled upon the young boy standing to his side.
The boy in question, was named Skyfall D. Krow, he had been taken in by the fire dragon when he was incredibly young, for five years now, he had been learning Magic from the Dragon, Magic to Slay Dragon's. The youth wore a pair of black shorts, a red dragon scale patterned scarf wrapped around his neck.
"I think I get it now."
The youth said cheerfully, grinning up at the dragon, his small hands curling into tightly woven fists. He now had an air of determination surrounding him, flames igniting upon his fists, he ran towards the mountain, small fists throwing a barrage of flame-enhanced punches would steadily chip away at the lower edge of the mountain-scape.
Lids fell over scarlet orbs, darkness filled one's vision for a moment, lids flickering open would leave one greeted by the serene aquamarine skies above. How he wished he could be up there, to enjoy the freedom of the sky, a gentle breeze enveloping his skin would beckon him to his feet.
The youth turned, facing the mountain range, he inhaled deeply, flames gathering in the pit of his stomach, his abdomen expanding for a moment. He then opened his maw, exhaling the gathered flames, a large fireball took shape, burning tall blades of grass to ashes and scorching the soil a black tone. The fireball collided with the cold gray stone, exploding, debris were sent soaring through the air, tumbling across the clearing.
The youth jumped up and down, arms to the sky, he cheered excitedly as he turned to face the large dark red scaled creature whom he viewed as not just a mentor, but also as his father, the closest thing he had to family. The dragon cracked a smug grin, nodding his head to the youth, he couldn't help but to feel proud, the young boy before him was steadily exceeding his expectations.
"You seem to be growing stronger with each passing day. I couldn't be more proud of you, Krow. You will make an excellent Dragon Slayer when the time comes for you to fulfill your duties."
"You promised you would fight me seriously if I destroyed it, so I did!"
"Have it your way, brat."
The mighty dragon Siegnius said before beating his wings once, his colossal figure rising into the skies above, he stayed air-borne, gazing down upon his young pupil. The young Dragon Slayer below grinned, focusing his flames to their absolute, not externally, but rather internally.
"Blazer Drive!"
Steam filled the air in wisps and streams, rising off of the body of the youth, such a youth igniting flames upon his feet would soar into the azure above, ramming head first into the dragon. Siegnius shrugged off the assault, his right arm rising above the youth, he swatted him back down upon the soft dingy brown gaia, a crater bursting into the ground around the point of impact.
The youth groaned, sitting up, he rolled his neck cracking it as he rose to his feet. He set his gaze back upon Siegnius, the dragon peering down upon him, more than ready for the youths next assault. The youth was a bit surprised, he knew Siegnius was ridiculously strong, but for him to be able to shrug off Blazer Drive like was nothing more than a bug bite, caught him by surprise.
"Damn. I really thought that was going to work. What should I try next?"
The youth pondered, shrugging his shoulder, he cracked his knuckles, a low hissing sound filling the airways with each crack. The youth gained a serious expression, lowering himself to the ground, he ignited his feet, using the flames to jet-propel himself into the air. He gathered flames upon his right fist, concentrating them further, steam rolled off of him as the flames upon his feet turned blue.
"Azure Burner!"
The male proclaimed loudly, before inhaling deeply, he gather up flames inside of his mouth, then exhaled them in a steady stream in the direction of Siegnius.
"Roar of the Fire Dragon!"
Siegnius inhaled deeply, gathering normal looking flames, he exhaled them, easily dwarfing the assault of the youth.
"Roar of the Fire Dragon King!"
Both combatants proudly called out the names of their attacks, azure flames clashed with flames of a standard hue, a massive explosion rocked the airwaves, the resulting shock-wave leveled the mountain range and sent Krow flying backwards through the air. Krow flew past the mountain range, crashing down upon the sandy shores, he skidded along the sand, rolling into the ocean. He stayed still, floating atop the water, an annoyed expression upon his features as he internally swore at himself for being able to fight against Siegnius properly.
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| | | Fujin
Posts : 21 Jewels : 7690 Age : 27 Join date : 2015-08-28
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Fri 28 Aug 2015, 4:44 pm | |
| Username: Fūjin Position: Storm Dragon Slayer - Why do you think you deserve this magic?:
Fūjin is the son of a dragon that temporarily gained a human form a mishap when being attacked by a wizard that utilised a take-over magic, this dragon was the king of the storm dragons known as Fūjinrahai. Fūjin was then raised thinking Fūjinrahai found him abandoned within his domain and that Fūjinrahai had stopped the wolves he let live in his land when, in reality upon Fūjinrahai’s order the wolves Fūjin raising him as one of their own along with his father’s guidance. This left him like an animal until the age of four when Fūjinrahai began to teach Fūjin how to speak the common tongue of humans, elves and the other creatures that lived in relative harmony along with teaching him dragon’s tongue. Apart from the fact that he was raised and is the son of a storm dragon, storm dragon slayer magic reflects Fūjin as a whole better than any other magic in my opinion. Being taught to be civilised after being raised in the wild would have left Fūjin would left Fūjin to act differently to other people who were raised in civilization and in turned shunned by normal people along with keep his primal emotions in check. So in other words one could say that he is a storm inside and out, the inside being a storm of thoughts and emotions wearing him thin which he is has to learn to keep within him so he doesn’t hurt those around him. While he is constantly shunned or looked bad upon like on oncoming storm would be by the mass public. Also utilising this magic would give him a feeling of family as it is the only thing he has to remember his father by after he abandoned him.
- RP Sample:
An eight year old Fūjin finally made to the top of a mountain looking over a town the size of a small city with rainbow lights glowing in the night sky after traveling for a year on his own after his pack had been killed and his dad’s disappearance the year before that. He could the cheers of the town’s people in the distance as if they were a few metres away from him, Fūjin smiled at the sight, it had been awhile since he had been to a place this lively, he wondered if there was some sort of festival going on at the moment. Descending down the mountain, he leapt down in large single bounds leaving blasts of air and patches of static atmosphere in his trail. Landing down onto one of the roof top of what looked like a huge hall still that overlooked the streets full of drunken people dancing to blaring music underneath the multi-coloured blossom petals as if the town was a flower festival. He took off the raggedy make shift bag that was carrying a large odd looking egg he had found in the mountains, he hugged it gently too keep it warm "I wonder where we are this time little buddy." he spoke to it knowing there would be no reply. Fūjin then accidently misheard someone below saying the words Magnolia Town, being shocked thinking it was the egg held the egg to his face, "Did....did you just speak to me?" a puzzled look was on his face as he talked to the egg now "and here all this time I thought you were just an egg I found in a burnt bush about to be crushed by a Vulcan." After he accidentally breathed the smog from a nearby chimney causing him to sneeze and he was blown high up into the air into and landed into the streets crashing into a traveller, landing on top of the man and upon landing on top of him pieces of iron shrapnel were scattered across the cobblestone pavement. Fūjin got to his feet looking as if the air had pushed him up, "Sorry mister," he bowed and apologised to the person he landed on holding his egg behind his back, but then he looked back to where he was blasted from "huh…I wonder how high did I go?..." he questioned himself while doing the math in his head "looks about 7 feet straight up into the air...huh I usually go higher."[/b][/color] he bowed to the man again, he went on his leaped onto the nearest roof top with a single bound leaving the strong winds and a static atmosphere in his leave, running along the roof tops towards a huge tree he saw while he was coming down the mountain. The shouts of drunk men cheering, bones cracking and bottles smashing each other each other’s skulls, it sounded like they were arguing over who was going to win a fight that was on after the bingo tournament. Not caring Fūjin he ran past the ally way and towards the tree, once he got close enough he leaped into the giant multi-coloured, glowing cherry blossom tree, once the he put his egg in a secure branch next to him, there where sounds of drunk men gathering as the shouts and roars increased in volume, more sounds rose some of explosions, some of steel clashing and them some was just the sound of blood being smashed out of one man's skull and onto the ground, then sudden though wondered into his head "Wait....why am I here?" as soon as he spoke his branch broke and he fell in to a ring with walls made of sand bags. One man in a dress vest picked him up by the wrist "WE HAVE A CHALLENGER FOR TO NIGHT FIGHT LADS!" he yelled as he was pushed back in, "oh sh*t." he muttered underneath his breath. “Oh my!” The man in the vest continued “Looks like we already have the opponent!" the announcer pointed to a very familiar looking man as he walked up to Fūjin as he realised it was the man he bumped into a short while earlier. "Don't worry. I don't intend to kill you, but just to hurt you enough to let out my frustration. If not you then it would be a building! Kahahaha!!" He laughed as he got into a boxing stance. Fūjin realised he had no choice but to fight as the spectating men had surrounded them and looked too drunk to be reasoned with the man who had just jumped into the ring, the man had the look of a psychopath in his eyes, he unsheathed his katantas sighing and stuck them into the roots of the tree like butter headphones and got into his fighting stance body completely relaxed. "Look I don't want to fight but it seems like you’re not the kind of person who wouldn't listen even if I did talk to you." He flipped up four fingers and electricity formed the words "BRING IT" on tops of them ”Just remember whatever happens in this fight, you brought on yourself." With a flick of Fuji’s hands the electricity retracted back into his hand as took a deep breath and shot a huge blast of static like lightning charged wind in the form a twister out of his mouth as he yelled at the top of his lungs "STORM DRAGON'S ROAR." "Kahaha you're the one that needs to worry! After all I need to pay you back for making me drop my iron!!! Kahahahaha" the man called out as he immediately let loose a powerful whirlwind of iron shards after tossing the bag of iron shards he had on his belt "Shrapnel Twister!!!" Fūjin watched the man’s eyes shrunk as he put more power into his iron twister while cracking a wry smile and fired off iron spears as he was using his twister attack and muttered "Iron Spear Grip!" Now the iron mage truly had a psychotic expression. Fūjin’s reaction on the other hand began to make him think of what to do, after all his dad taught him not to fight when necessary, and unknowingly what felt like hours to him he had a flashback to the days of three years ago within the heat of battle.
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“Come boy but do it with gusto this time!” Said the deep grumbling voice of the greyish blue dragon that sat in a forest clearing with his back to a solid stone cliff face watching a 5 year old boy in tattered clothes made from shed dragon shin and various animal pelts punch a boulder denting and causing a small crack to slowly move from the crater he was making with his red fists. At the beginning of each punch there was a cloak of air moving around the boy’s hand like wind with small sparks of lightning flying from it but it dispersed each time just before his fist came into contact with the rock. The boy’s fist began to bleed causing him to wince as he retracted his hand from the rock “TCH! That’s pathetic! Have I not taught you anything! Deep breaths as you punch and put your full body into it!” The dragon scowled as the boy looking enraged turned back with lightning and wind flying off him as he began to stomp his foot while waving his arms "I AM DOING IT, THE THING IS THAT IT’S NOT AS EASY AS YOU THINK WHEN YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING, YEA FRAKIN' LIZARD!" The dragon punched the boy sending him flying into a bush while flaring his nostrils as the boy got back “DID I TEACH YOU TO SPEAK LIKE THAT TO YOUR ELDERS FUJIN! TCH! LIKE HELL I DID AND YOU THINK IT’S HARD JUST BECAUSE YOUR HANDS ARE NOW SORE AND BLEEDING HUH!?” The dragon grappled his left hand that was bundled in a fist with the claws on his right and slashed the skin causing it to bleed "Fūjinrahai!" The dragon ignored his son as he brought his fist like claw to his shoulder as it covered itself with a cloak rain dropped sized drops of water, wind and lightning before slamming it into the cliff face behind him creating a crater but leaving no fist mark or bloody mark on the cliff as the spell dispersed the blood dripped onto the ground “If you were doing it correctly you wouldn’t be having hands that bleed, it’s not your hands you are letting your elements and not keeping your storm inside you. The spell I am trying to teach you is on a lower level than the one you are trying to do, you got to learn how to keep your elements inside and combined into one or how else are you going to eat air, lightning and water separately let alone as one element. That's the whole reason I am teaching you this spell before any other its about control over your elements. Hell when I was younger then you even in human years I could fly through a lightning storm and keep my own in while feeding off it!” "Yea but don’t got wing to fly do I! Dumb lizard *mumble*why do you teach me this stuff when I am a failure even without wings." “WHAT DID I SAY JUST A FEW MOMENTS AGO!? I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL SHOW ME RESPECT!” Fūjinrahai tone softened as he lowered his head to look at his son “Fūjin there are ways to fly without wings and just because you can’t utilise water yet doesn’t mean you never will be able to and on the off chance you are never able to use it that just means it was in the way for something else and if you don’t have wing to touch the sky then jump to reach it. We storm dragons are the strongest of our kind as no one dragon that doesn’t breathe a storm can eat our breath, but it also makes us the weakest as we can’t reach our full power without feeding off a storm or one of our kin’s breath. Do you understand what I am trying to say?” "No not a clue." Fūjin replied looking confused which caused his father to sigh “Never mind then…look go wash your hands in the stream and have the pack put some spit on it before wrapping them up, then we’ll figure out a way for you to get air borne.” Fūjin nodded before walking towards the forest to leaving the clearing when his father cleared his throat to get his attention making Fūjin look back “Look Fūjin…son I ain’t going to be able to keep holding your hand walking yea through life, one of these days you are going to have to kick off the ground and fly. Then when you can’t see me you’ll one day surpass me and then you aren’t just going to fly you’re going to soar and clear the sky of any clouds letting the light shine down.” "Dad that is really iro-ironic coming from a storm dragon." “IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE INSPIRING YOU DAMN PUNK! NOW GO WASH YOUR HANDS!” Fūjin smirked chuckling as he ran off leaving his father behind you laid done crossing his front legs and began licking his claw that he wounded “The damn kid is too much like his mother, making me do stupid things like this.”
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The two twisters clashed and cancelled each other out, as Fujin’s mind came back to reality as Fujin put one leg forward as if about to jump into the spears flying his way as suddenly jets streams of storm air of shoot out of his joints and he began to run on the air around and in between the iron logs sailing towards him dodging them at a blinding speed, after his first step first step the air pressure changed around him to a high pressure lifting him up off the ground after Fūjin jumped in the air and then began riding the air currents, he moved as blur and got up close to the Iron mage as in right landing under his nose with under a few seconds from when he fired his final log. "STORM DRAGON'S SKYWARD TALLON!" Fūjin roared while he performed an uppercut surrounded with stormy winds and formed a shape that resembled the claw of a dragon blasting his opponent skyward straight up into the sky. "Damn you. . . DAMN YOU!!!" Fūjin could hear his opponent’s anger had skyrocketed and saw that the iron mage’s skin had turned to steel and his arm turned into a heavy iron pillar extending it into the sky to bring it down like a hammer as the Iron mage fell through the air "IRON PILLAR FIST!!!" Fūjin stood still conjuring storm winds in his hand that had sparks running through the air current "You shouldn't wave metal around during a lightning storm, yea metal head." he taunted the iron mage as he rolled to the side dodging the iron pillar. The hairs on the back of Fūjin’s neck stood up straight up he as he “crushed” the storm winds he had in his hands, now small arcs of blue electricity were flowing around his body, his eyes looked like a dragons eyes but were glowing blue light coming from his iris' lightning continued to strike his body burning the things around him and leaving black patches of soot on his skin. "STORM DRAGON'S LIGHTNING ROD HORN!" Fūjin roared as he leaped into the air and head but the Iron mage in the stomach as a flash of lightning shocked through the iron mage’s body before being sent crashing into a nearby building due to a burst of storm air that soon followed after. Fūjin then slowly walked over to his opponent that was now struggling to get up. After picking up his katana unsheathing it his opponent straight in the eyes, Fūjin’s eyes were like those of a dragon’s now and were still glowing but lightning no longer trailed from him and bounced all over his skin "This fight is over!" he growled bearing his teeth like a wild animal and pointing his sword at the Iron mage’s stomach which was no longer steel after his head-butt. The mage then passed out and Fūjin sighed with relief with a goofy looking smirk before walking over to the tree where he had left his items (getting the egg and wearing it’s bag like an oversized necklace), the announcer from before tried to pull him into another fight which in turned made Fūjin growl at him causing the man literally poop his pants backing away from Fūjin. Then he went back to the man he had just fought and picked him up carrying him on his shoulders towards an in which he had smelt food coming from about a block away. Fūjin sighed as he walked along carrying the man carrying the man “You know he was a good fight…shame I had to fight any body in the first place…dad wouldn’t be too happy…” he spoke to the egg he now tied to be carried around his neck by the strap of the bag “I hope he doesn’t attack us again once he wakes up…that’s the last thing I need…” Fūjin laughed sadly as his stomach growled as loud as an dragon roaring causing him to sigh and to continue walking in silence as he walk to the town’s medic.
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| | | Mizuko
Posts : 21 Jewels : 6900 Join date : 2015-08-26
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Fri 28 Aug 2015, 4:47 pm | |
| - Fujin wrote:
- Username: Fūjin
Position: Storm Dragon Slayer
- Why do you think you deserve this magic?:
Fūjin is the son of a dragon that temporarily gained a human form a mishap when being attacked by a wizard that utilised a take-over magic, this dragon was the king of the storm dragons known as Fūjinrahai. Fūjin was then raised thinking Fūjinrahai found him abandoned within his domain and that Fūjinrahai had stopped the wolves he let live in his land when, in reality upon Fūjinrahai’s order the wolves Fūjin raising him as one of their own along with his father’s guidance. This left him like an animal until the age of four when Fūjinrahai began to teach Fūjin how to speak the common tongue of humans, elves and the other creatures that lived in relative harmony along with teaching him dragon’s tongue. Apart from the fact that he was raised and is the son of a storm dragon, storm dragon slayer magic reflects Fūjin as a whole better than any other magic in my opinion. Being taught to be civilised after being raised in the wild would have left Fūjin would left Fūjin to act differently to other people who were raised in civilization and in turned shunned by normal people along with keep his primal emotions in check. So in other words one could say that he is a storm inside and out, the inside being a storm of thoughts and emotions wearing him thin which he is has to learn to keep within him so he doesn’t hurt those around him. While he is constantly shunned or looked bad upon like on oncoming storm would be by the mass public. Also utilising this magic would give him a feeling of family as it is the only thing he has to remember his father by after he abandoned him.
- RP Sample:
An eight year old Fūjin finally made to the top of a mountain looking over a town the size of a small city with rainbow lights glowing in the night sky after traveling for a year on his own after his pack had been killed and his dad’s disappearance the year before that. He could the cheers of the town’s people in the distance as if they were a few metres away from him, Fūjin smiled at the sight, it had been awhile since he had been to a place this lively, he wondered if there was some sort of festival going on at the moment. Descending down the mountain, he leapt down in large single bounds leaving blasts of air and patches of static atmosphere in his trail. Landing down onto one of the roof top of what looked like a huge hall still that overlooked the streets full of drunken people dancing to blaring music underneath the multi-coloured blossom petals as if the town was a flower festival. He took off the raggedy make shift bag that was carrying a large odd looking egg he had found in the mountains, he hugged it gently too keep it warm "I wonder where we are this time little buddy." he spoke to it knowing there would be no reply. Fūjin then accidently misheard someone below saying the words Magnolia Town, being shocked thinking it was the egg held the egg to his face, "Did....did you just speak to me?" a puzzled look was on his face as he talked to the egg now "and here all this time I thought you were just an egg I found in a burnt bush about to be crushed by a Vulcan." After he accidentally breathed the smog from a nearby chimney causing him to sneeze and he was blown high up into the air into and landed into the streets crashing into a traveller, landing on top of the man and upon landing on top of him pieces of iron shrapnel were scattered across the cobblestone pavement. Fūjin got to his feet looking as if the air had pushed him up, "Sorry mister," he bowed and apologised to the person he landed on holding his egg behind his back, but then he looked back to where he was blasted from "huh…I wonder how high did I go?..." he questioned himself while doing the math in his head "looks about 7 feet straight up into the air...huh I usually go higher."[/b][/color] he bowed to the man again, he went on his leaped onto the nearest roof top with a single bound leaving the strong winds and a static atmosphere in his leave, running along the roof tops towards a huge tree he saw while he was coming down the mountain. The shouts of drunk men cheering, bones cracking and bottles smashing each other each other’s skulls, it sounded like they were arguing over who was going to win a fight that was on after the bingo tournament. Not caring Fūjin he ran past the ally way and towards the tree, once he got close enough he leaped into the giant multi-coloured, glowing cherry blossom tree, once the he put his egg in a secure branch next to him, there where sounds of drunk men gathering as the shouts and roars increased in volume, more sounds rose some of explosions, some of steel clashing and them some was just the sound of blood being smashed out of one man's skull and onto the ground, then sudden though wondered into his head "Wait....why am I here?" as soon as he spoke his branch broke and he fell in to a ring with walls made of sand bags. One man in a dress vest picked him up by the wrist "WE HAVE A CHALLENGER FOR TO NIGHT FIGHT LADS!" he yelled as he was pushed back in, "oh sh*t." he muttered underneath his breath. “Oh my!” The man in the vest continued “Looks like we already have the opponent!" the announcer pointed to a very familiar looking man as he walked up to Fūjin as he realised it was the man he bumped into a short while earlier. "Don't worry. I don't intend to kill you, but just to hurt you enough to let out my frustration. If not you then it would be a building! Kahahaha!!" He laughed as he got into a boxing stance. Fūjin realised he had no choice but to fight as the spectating men had surrounded them and looked too drunk to be reasoned with the man who had just jumped into the ring, the man had the look of a psychopath in his eyes, he unsheathed his katantas sighing and stuck them into the roots of the tree like butter headphones and got into his fighting stance body completely relaxed. "Look I don't want to fight but it seems like you’re not the kind of person who wouldn't listen even if I did talk to you." He flipped up four fingers and electricity formed the words "BRING IT" on tops of them ”Just remember whatever happens in this fight, you brought on yourself." With a flick of Fuji’s hands the electricity retracted back into his hand as took a deep breath and shot a huge blast of static like lightning charged wind in the form a twister out of his mouth as he yelled at the top of his lungs "STORM DRAGON'S ROAR." "Kahaha you're the one that needs to worry! After all I need to pay you back for making me drop my iron!!! Kahahahaha" the man called out as he immediately let loose a powerful whirlwind of iron shards after tossing the bag of iron shards he had on his belt "Shrapnel Twister!!!" Fūjin watched the man’s eyes shrunk as he put more power into his iron twister while cracking a wry smile and fired off iron spears as he was using his twister attack and muttered "Iron Spear Grip!" Now the iron mage truly had a psychotic expression. Fūjin’s reaction on the other hand began to make him think of what to do, after all his dad taught him not to fight when necessary, and unknowingly what felt like hours to him he had a flashback to the days of three years ago within the heat of battle.
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“Come boy but do it with gusto this time!” Said the deep grumbling voice of the greyish blue dragon that sat in a forest clearing with his back to a solid stone cliff face watching a 5 year old boy in tattered clothes made from shed dragon shin and various animal pelts punch a boulder denting and causing a small crack to slowly move from the crater he was making with his red fists. At the beginning of each punch there was a cloak of air moving around the boy’s hand like wind with small sparks of lightning flying from it but it dispersed each time just before his fist came into contact with the rock. The boy’s fist began to bleed causing him to wince as he retracted his hand from the rock “TCH! That’s pathetic! Have I not taught you anything! Deep breaths as you punch and put your full body into it!” The dragon scowled as the boy looking enraged turned back with lightning and wind flying off him as he began to stomp his foot while waving his arms "I AM DOING IT, THE THING IS THAT IT’S NOT AS EASY AS YOU THINK WHEN YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING, YEA FRAKIN' LIZARD!" The dragon punched the boy sending him flying into a bush while flaring his nostrils as the boy got back “DID I TEACH YOU TO SPEAK LIKE THAT TO YOUR ELDERS FUJIN! TCH! LIKE HELL I DID AND YOU THINK IT’S HARD JUST BECAUSE YOUR HANDS ARE NOW SORE AND BLEEDING HUH!?” The dragon grappled his left hand that was bundled in a fist with the claws on his right and slashed the skin causing it to bleed "Fūjinrahai!" The dragon ignored his son as he brought his fist like claw to his shoulder as it covered itself with a cloak rain dropped sized drops of water, wind and lightning before slamming it into the cliff face behind him creating a crater but leaving no fist mark or bloody mark on the cliff as the spell dispersed the blood dripped onto the ground “If you were doing it correctly you wouldn’t be having hands that bleed, it’s not your hands you are letting your elements and not keeping your storm inside you. The spell I am trying to teach you is on a lower level than the one you are trying to do, you got to learn how to keep your elements inside and combined into one or how else are you going to eat air, lightning and water separately let alone as one element. That's the whole reason I am teaching you this spell before any other its about control over your elements. Hell when I was younger then you even in human years I could fly through a lightning storm and keep my own in while feeding off it!” "Yea but don’t got wing to fly do I! Dumb lizard *mumble*why do you teach me this stuff when I am a failure even without wings." “WHAT DID I SAY JUST A FEW MOMENTS AGO!? I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL SHOW ME RESPECT!” Fūjinrahai tone softened as he lowered his head to look at his son “Fūjin there are ways to fly without wings and just because you can’t utilise water yet doesn’t mean you never will be able to and on the off chance you are never able to use it that just means it was in the way for something else and if you don’t have wing to touch the sky then jump to reach it. We storm dragons are the strongest of our kind as no one dragon that doesn’t breathe a storm can eat our breath, but it also makes us the weakest as we can’t reach our full power without feeding off a storm or one of our kin’s breath. Do you understand what I am trying to say?” "No not a clue." Fūjin replied looking confused which caused his father to sigh “Never mind then…look go wash your hands in the stream and have the pack put some spit on it before wrapping them up, then we’ll figure out a way for you to get air borne.” Fūjin nodded before walking towards the forest to leaving the clearing when his father cleared his throat to get his attention making Fūjin look back “Look Fūjin…son I ain’t going to be able to keep holding your hand walking yea through life, one of these days you are going to have to kick off the ground and fly. Then when you can’t see me you’ll one day surpass me and then you aren’t just going to fly you’re going to soar and clear the sky of any clouds letting the light shine down.” "Dad that is really iro-ironic coming from a storm dragon." “IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE INSPIRING YOU DAMN PUNK! NOW GO WASH YOUR HANDS!” Fūjin smirked chuckling as he ran off leaving his father behind you laid done crossing his front legs and began licking his claw that he wounded “The damn kid is too much like his mother, making me do stupid things like this.”
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The two twisters clashed and cancelled each other out, as Fujin’s mind came back to reality as Fujin put one leg forward as if about to jump into the spears flying his way as suddenly jets streams of storm air of shoot out of his joints and he began to run on the air around and in between the iron logs sailing towards him dodging them at a blinding speed, after his first step first step the air pressure changed around him to a high pressure lifting him up off the ground after Fūjin jumped in the air and then began riding the air currents, he moved as blur and got up close to the Iron mage as in right landing under his nose with under a few seconds from when he fired his final log. "STORM DRAGON'S SKYWARD TALLON!" Fūjin roared while he performed an uppercut surrounded with stormy winds and formed a shape that resembled the claw of a dragon blasting his opponent skyward straight up into the sky. "Damn you. . . DAMN YOU!!!" Fūjin could hear his opponent’s anger had skyrocketed and saw that the iron mage’s skin had turned to steel and his arm turned into a heavy iron pillar extending it into the sky to bring it down like a hammer as the Iron mage fell through the air "IRON PILLAR FIST!!!" Fūjin stood still conjuring storm winds in his hand that had sparks running through the air current "You shouldn't wave metal around during a lightning storm, yea metal head." he taunted the iron mage as he rolled to the side dodging the iron pillar. The hairs on the back of Fūjin’s neck stood up straight up he as he “crushed” the storm winds he had in his hands, now small arcs of blue electricity were flowing around his body, his eyes looked like a dragons eyes but were glowing blue light coming from his iris' lightning continued to strike his body burning the things around him and leaving black patches of soot on his skin. "STORM DRAGON'S LIGHTNING ROD HORN!" Fūjin roared as he leaped into the air and head but the Iron mage in the stomach as a flash of lightning shocked through the iron mage’s body before being sent crashing into a nearby building due to a burst of storm air that soon followed after. Fūjin then slowly walked over to his opponent that was now struggling to get up. After picking up his katana unsheathing it his opponent straight in the eyes, Fūjin’s eyes were like those of a dragon’s now and were still glowing but lightning no longer trailed from him and bounced all over his skin "This fight is over!" he growled bearing his teeth like a wild animal and pointing his sword at the Iron mage’s stomach which was no longer steel after his head-butt. The mage then passed out and Fūjin sighed with relief with a goofy looking smirk before walking over to the tree where he had left his items (getting the egg and wearing it’s bag like an oversized necklace), the announcer from before tried to pull him into another fight which in turned made Fūjin growl at him causing the man literally poop his pants backing away from Fūjin. Then he went back to the man he had just fought and picked him up carrying him on his shoulders towards an in which he had smelt food coming from about a block away. Fūjin sighed as he walked along carrying the man carrying the man “You know he was a good fight…shame I had to fight any body in the first place…dad wouldn’t be too happy…” he spoke to the egg he now tied to be carried around his neck by the strap of the bag “I hope he doesn’t attack us again once he wakes up…that’s the last thing I need…” Fūjin laughed sadly as his stomach growled as loud as an dragon roaring causing him to sigh and to continue walking in silence as he walk to the town’s medic.
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| | | Ryoshi
Posts : 12 Jewels : 3950 Join date : 2015-08-27
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Fri 28 Aug 2015, 11:02 pm | |
| Username: Ryoshi Position: Holy Demon Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?: - Spoiler:
Ryoshi hates evil. He has all his life. At the young age of seven, he made it his goal to eradicate it from the world entirely. Perhaps it was his parents dying when he was seven that made him take on such a goal. That fact in itself leaves an opening for him to be raised and trained by a Demon, risen from Hell to become Holy. This magic would give him the ability to fight and kill dark entities with the power of pure white light. Aside from that, he is an elf, creature typically associated with light and beauty. The catlike grace and strength of a Demon Slayer would only add itself to his natural physical abilities. Holy Demon Slayer magic would give Ryoshi the power to accomplish his goals like nothing else could, and it fits his character, him being gentle at times and harsh when he has to be. The power of the Holy Demon would intrigue him from the start, it being able to create light from nothing and banish the shadows. As a child, after his parents died, he was always afraid of the dark, for it was out of the shadows that the monster that killed his parents sprang. The ability to dispel darkness at will would appeal greatly to him and rid him of his nyctophobia. RP Sample:- The Tale of the Shadow Hunter:
"Again!" Azazel, clad in his usual pure white armor, roared. Ryoshi, ten years old, jumped at the sudden, loud noise, causing his bright white construct to waver and vanish. "It wasn't strong enough?" Ryoshi said weakly. It was his eleventh try to create a sword out of light, and Azazel, his surrogate father and mentor, still found fault with the attempt. "No, it wasn't. Though you may not have noticed it, it was wavering. That is a sign of a weak construct, and a weak will. Now, try again. Summon up the willpower you need to slay the monster that killed your parents. Summon up the strength that you need to accomplish such a weighty goal as yours, and try again." the Demon said, though not unkindly. Ryoshi inhaled deeply, held it for a second, then let it out in a slow sigh. He summoned up the flame and the void, a mental trick that Azazel had taught him long ago. Picture a flame and feed all of your anxiety, fear, and other emotions into it, leaving behind nothing but a void of calmness and determination. "Holy Demon's Sword!" he cried aloud, holding his right hand before him, open palm facing upwards. Though his eyes were open, he saw nothing but the mental image of a flame flickering before his eyes, so great was his concentration. He heard nothing, felt nothing, smelled nothing. His only sensation was that of the slight tug in his arm as his magic flowed along it. Suddenly, he exhaled a breath he had not known he was holding as his senses rushed back to him. The feeling of magic rushing along his arm was gone, replaced by a solid, pure white sword resting in his right wand. It was about 125 centimeters long, with a crossguard stylized as a pair of bat wings that morphed into feathered wings like birds'. "Well done, my son." Azazel said in his usual deep, rumbling voice. Ryoshi practically glowed with pride. It was the first time the old Demon had called him anything but 'boy.' Now it was 'son.' For the first time, Ryoshi really felt an affection for the armor-clad Demon. ---Time Skip--- Ryoshi walked along the streets of Crocus, on his regular beat. He was twenty-one, and he had been a Rune Knight for almost two years. His sandal-clad feet made virtually no sound as he patrolled the streets of the capitol city alone, under the cover of night. The butt of his staff made a faint clunking sound as it hit the cobblestones, but that was alright. It was soft enough that it was unlikely that anyone would notice. Ryoshi was garbed in the traditional attire of the Rune Knights, a long, high-collared, sleeveless dark robe over a light shirt with wide sleeves ending below the elbows, where they are circled by thin bands; the robe was covered on the front by a light cloth, bearing the dark, ankh-like symbol of the Council, held still by a light belt circling the waist. Around the soldiers' neck was a long, light cape bearing the Council's insignia on the back, held closed below the neck by a rhomboidal clasp adorned by a gem. As a personal preference, he had opted out of wearing the usual hat, allowing his golden hair to flow freely. He was well-known around this part of the city, and respected, feared by some, for his abilities. One of these was made evident as his eyes, normally a blood-red, glowed a faint white as he surveyed the dark streets. For they were dark, lit by nothing but the faint light emitting from his eyes. This light was the visible effect of his night vision, a perfect version that was part of his magic. He was the Holy Demon Slayer, known as the Shadow Hunter. He utilized pure white light for a wide variety of powerful effects. His title came from his tenacity and determination to eradicate the crime rings from the city of Crocus, single-handedly if need be. His sensitive eyes,seeing through the dark as if it was daylight, caught a flicker of movement in a back alley, causing him so stop and probe the shadows with his eyes. He caught a flash of light, a piece of metal reflecting back the light from his own eyes. A blade. "Stop there and you may not get hurt." he said in a thundering voice as he hefted his staff aloft, a globe of white light flaring to life at it's tip. The attacker, cloaked and robed all in black, lifted a hand to shield their eyes from the sudden bright light, then leapt at Ryoshi, naked blade brandished in front of them. Ryoshi spun his staff in his hands to deflect the long dagger, causing the shadows in the street to flicker and dance wildly as the orb of light whirled around. The attacker stumbled to the side as their thrust was deflected to the side, leaving them open to Ryoshi's well-placed open-palmed punch. "Holy Demon's Palm Strike!" he cried, causing a flare of light to erupt from the point of contact between his hand and the attacker's body. The light, made solid by the Slayer Magic, made a heavy impact, and Ryoshi heard at least two ribs crack as the cloaked figure was thrown backwards, grunting in pain. Ryoshi spread his feet apart in a shoulder-wide stance and spun his staff quickly through complex movements, hoping to either disorient the attacker with the fluctuating, oscillating light source, or intimidate them with his obvious magical and martial prowess. The attacker was neither of these things, recovering quickly and lunging at Ryoshi again, clearly hoping to use Ryoshi's focus on spinning the staff to their advantage and strike the Shadow Hunter while he was distracted. Ryoshi grinned, his first facial expression in this entire fight. In fact, his display was a bluff, it's real purpose being to lure in the attacker. The Rune Knight swung his staff in a short, vicious movement, ending with a solid cracking sound against the side of the figure's head. The cloaked attacker fell to the ground in a limp heap, momentum robbed from them. For good measure, Ryoshi kicked the dagger out of the attacker's hand, sending it skittering across the cobblestones. Bending down slowly, wary for another attack, Ryoshi gently pulled back the cowl that had shielded the attacker's face, cursing as long lock of chestnut-colored hair fell out of it, framing a thin, delicate face. A girl, no older than 18 if her face was anything to judge by. Ryoshi swore again, louder, as he caught sight of an insignia on the side of the girl's neck, a drop of blood surrounded by crimson flames. The Shadow Hunter recognized it all too well, and he straightened up with a grim expression that barely concealed his fury. "Crimson..." he growled, referencing Klyn Crimson, Guild Master of the dark guild Scarlet Chaos, a ring of criminal wizards Ryoshi had tangled with before. Clearly, Scarlet Chaos had sent this girl as an assassin to eliminate their most feared foe: the Shadow Hunter. With quick movements, Ryoshi bent again and fastened a pair of magic-blocking handcuffs around the girl's wrist, locking them behind her back in case she woke up and turned violent again. They would also cancel any tracking magic Klyn Crimson may have placed on her. He then slid his staff into specialized loops in the back of his tunic and bundled the girl into his arms, taking off in a dead run without hardly straightening up. There was work to be done. A dark guild to stop. A shadow to hunt.
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| | | Alexander Vaan
Posts : 13 Jewels : 3780 Join date : 2015-08-26
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Fri 28 Aug 2015, 11:56 pm | |
| Username: Alexander Vaan Position: Lightning Demon Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?: - IC Reasons:
Alexander as a character isn't one to approve of meaningless hatred and violence, something that drove him to his emotional state that he is now. To start with, lets take a history lesson onto Alexander and reasons why he would want this magic to start with. He as a child he was quite the social butterfly, making friends with almost everyone he saw and actually getting a close personal connection with most of them. This would make him out to be a very easy going friend and person to hang with and his parents constantly praised and rewarded him for it. As his life went on, their town started to go south once a group of criminals entered and started to claim the town. As months started to pass by, murders started popping up out of no where, and ever knew who committed them with no way of stopping them. As time passed, Alexander's parents were no safer than any others, with Alexander being at the age of 10 with this happening. This lead to Alexander's personality and philosophies, of despising needless violence and ending the hatred between people. This is why he would want a magic just as destructive as fire but more precise than wind. It would be his way of not prolonging the fights and hopeful cause a show of force with the magic to stop any fights from happening. It would be his own weapon, and extension of his own body. RP Sample:- RP Sample:
The day was a beautiful bright day, with the wind blowing lightly and the birds chirping away in the trees. It was a clear sky, with no clouds in sight on this faithful day. A young boy sat against a tree, looking warily and with a gazing look in his eyes. This was the day he would find his purpose in life, the day he would be able to fulfill his wishes. This was the day his training would start for the Lightning Slayer Magic, by his new master Forneus. "Alexander, it time. Get up and get ready. Its going to be a while and I do not want to waste time." Forneus spoke with good intentions. He was not doing this for the wrong reasons or for his own personal gain. All he saw was a boy, emotionally scared and traumatized looking for a reason to live his life. The fourteen year old boy stood up, with a determination in his eyes. He stood wearing nothing but a shirt and shorts. He followed Forneus to their destination, which took them through the forest filled with colorful leaves and plant life. They eventually arrived to a open plain, one that looked to be untouched and unscathed. "This is where we shall conduct your training and guidance into your new life. As a Demi-Demon learning a magic to kill Demons, you first need to learn what your protecting, why you are learning it. So why are you learning this magic Alexander?" Alexander stood there, knowing Forneus knew why he wanted this but sought to please him and return his kindness in full. "To prevent the sadness I felt happen to others. To protect those I may find to become family. To help keep the balance in this world and to rid it of its atrocities, its true evils." "Good, now let us start this process so that you can learn this in a normal time." They started and went at it for the day. The time for today was for book knowledge, the way the magic works and the way magic works in general. This went on for about a few days til Alexander learnt the basics, and till he could comprehend the way he was going to use it for himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Near the end of the training, the fifteen year old Alexander had improved immensely on his training, Forneus knew it was almost time. He was going to have to let him go onto his own path and return to his home. "Alexander, try that one spell again. I wish to see it one last time." Forneus prepared a defensive stance, knowing it was going to hurt quite a lot. "Punch of the Lightning Demon" Alexander spoke as he sent a right hook coated in a pure white lightning towards the guarding Forneus. The punch manage to move Forneus back about a foot from where he stood. Forneus looked at Alexander with a approving look, knowing that he wasn't going to be sent out into the world blind. "Now with your training almost complete, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to take a day and come up with your own spell. I have taken this time to teach you things but I want you to find yourself and to put that into a form, a spell and to show me it. I trust you can do this." Forneus went to go to be alone while Alexander took his time to come up with the spell. "He wants me to find myself in form that into a spell. He could have stayed to assist me but that would probably defeat the purpose of this training. A way to show myself." Alexander thought and thought about this for a while, coming up with the process of how to learn it and how it would work. It also dawned on him that he was given only a day, something that he took as a compliment from his master. After a few hours Alexander came up with his plan. He stood up and concentrated first on his hands, both of them, and thought of them as a sort of focal point. At that moment, lightning started to spark and crackle at the center of his hands. He then started to concentrate on gaining more lightning and converging it up his arms towards his elbows, and like before the lightning started to form there, converging from the hands. He then proceed to continue for the shoulder, and it followed. There was one last thing he wanted to try and the thing that would finish this spell. He attempted to make a connection between his hands, to cause a electrical surge in the middle. He focused the lightning directly in the middle, and after a few minutes of concentration he finally made it work. He at that point he released the lightning and said with a satisfying tone "This will be me, a spell to quickly end a fight. A spell to hopefully stop unnecessary conflict. Lightning Redemption." The next day came and Forneus returned with a smile on his face. He could feel the power Alexander was exerting during his time alone and was ready to see it shown here. "So you finish your spell Alexander? I could feel your magic power while you were doing it so I must say I am quite anxious to see your work. On that note, this will be our last day together. After this last evaluation, I will be leaving you to your own accord. I want our last spar to be remembered." "I hope that I can give you that pleasure that you seek, and I will refuse to hold back on this one. I did speed up my spell making so I could get the rest I would most likely need for this." Alexander replied with a smile on his face, which he had never shown the entire time he was with Forneus. "Then let us begin my pupil." At this point Forneus let our a roar and coated himself in a layer of lightning and proceeded to take a defensive stance knowing that Alexander was powerful opponent. Alexander proceed to start of this match with a bang using his "Scream of the Lightning Demon" sending a cone of white lightning towards Forneus. Forneus took this chance to charge Alexander, tanking the cone and smacking Alexander square in the face. Alexander recovered after rolling on the ground a couple times, wiping the blood from his mouth. This fight went on for about an hour, with both Alexander and Forneus exchanging blows and both running low on fuel. "How about we settle this with one last move? It will end that way." Forneus slowly spoke has he stood there panting. Alexander just nodded, to exhausted to speak. Alexander would take this last move as his chance to show off his last spell. Forneus prepared to charge Alexander once last time while his opponent prepared the same. As what seemed to be a mutual gun shot only heard by the both of them went off, they both charged ready for their last hit. As they both closed in, Alexander took a lower position getting underneath Forneus and brought his hands next to Forneus' head and casted his last spell "Lightning Redemption." At this point lightning just seemed to surged between his hands causing massive damage to Forneus due to the lightning and its position. Forneus just collapsed to the ground, panting heavily while Alexander sat on the ground in front of him. "You did well kid, you are well prepared for life. Not get out of here before I change my mind cause that attack we hurt." Forneus just smiled as the kid just slowly walked away from the fight. Alexander was ready for this life, mentally and physically. It was time for him to find a home and a family.
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| | | Fujin
Posts : 21 Jewels : 7690 Age : 27 Join date : 2015-08-28
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Sat 29 Aug 2015, 11:13 am | |
| It was a good read, I'm impressed and look forward to see what adventures you get into in the future thus you are approved - Ryoshi wrote:
- Username: Ryoshi
Position: Holy Demon Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?: - Spoiler:
Ryoshi hates evil. He has all his life. At the young age of seven, he made it his goal to eradicate it from the world entirely. Perhaps it was his parents dying when he was seven that made him take on such a goal. That fact in itself leaves an opening for him to be raised and trained by a Demon, risen from Hell to become Holy. This magic would give him the ability to fight and kill dark entities with the power of pure white light. Aside from that, he is an elf, creature typically associated with light and beauty. The catlike grace and strength of a Demon Slayer would only add itself to his natural physical abilities. Holy Demon Slayer magic would give Ryoshi the power to accomplish his goals like nothing else could, and it fits his character, him being gentle at times and harsh when he has to be. The power of the Holy Demon would intrigue him from the start, it being able to create light from nothing and banish the shadows. As a child, after his parents died, he was always afraid of the dark, for it was out of the shadows that the monster that killed his parents sprang. The ability to dispel darkness at will would appeal greatly to him and rid him of his nyctophobia. RP Sample:- The Tale of the Shadow Hunter:
"Again!" Azazel, clad in his usual pure white armor, roared. Ryoshi, ten years old, jumped at the sudden, loud noise, causing his bright white construct to waver and vanish. "It wasn't strong enough?" Ryoshi said weakly. It was his eleventh try to create a sword out of light, and Azazel, his surrogate father and mentor, still found fault with the attempt. "No, it wasn't. Though you may not have noticed it, it was wavering. That is a sign of a weak construct, and a weak will. Now, try again. Summon up the willpower you need to slay the monster that killed your parents. Summon up the strength that you need to accomplish such a weighty goal as yours, and try again." the Demon said, though not unkindly. Ryoshi inhaled deeply, held it for a second, then let it out in a slow sigh. He summoned up the flame and the void, a mental trick that Azazel had taught him long ago. Picture a flame and feed all of your anxiety, fear, and other emotions into it, leaving behind nothing but a void of calmness and determination. "Holy Demon's Sword!" he cried aloud, holding his right hand before him, open palm facing upwards. Though his eyes were open, he saw nothing but the mental image of a flame flickering before his eyes, so great was his concentration. He heard nothing, felt nothing, smelled nothing. His only sensation was that of the slight tug in his arm as his magic flowed along it. Suddenly, he exhaled a breath he had not known he was holding as his senses rushed back to him. The feeling of magic rushing along his arm was gone, replaced by a solid, pure white sword resting in his right wand. It was about 125 centimeters long, with a crossguard stylized as a pair of bat wings that morphed into feathered wings like birds'. "Well done, my son." Azazel said in his usual deep, rumbling voice. Ryoshi practically glowed with pride. It was the first time the old Demon had called him anything but 'boy.' Now it was 'son.' For the first time, Ryoshi really felt an affection for the armor-clad Demon. ---Time Skip--- Ryoshi walked along the streets of Crocus, on his regular beat. He was twenty-one, and he had been a Rune Knight for almost two years. His sandal-clad feet made virtually no sound as he patrolled the streets of the capitol city alone, under the cover of night. The butt of his staff made a faint clunking sound as it hit the cobblestones, but that was alright. It was soft enough that it was unlikely that anyone would notice. Ryoshi was garbed in the traditional attire of the Rune Knights, a long, high-collared, sleeveless dark robe over a light shirt with wide sleeves ending below the elbows, where they are circled by thin bands; the robe was covered on the front by a light cloth, bearing the dark, ankh-like symbol of the Council, held still by a light belt circling the waist. Around the soldiers' neck was a long, light cape bearing the Council's insignia on the back, held closed below the neck by a rhomboidal clasp adorned by a gem. As a personal preference, he had opted out of wearing the usual hat, allowing his golden hair to flow freely. He was well-known around this part of the city, and respected, feared by some, for his abilities. One of these was made evident as his eyes, normally a blood-red, glowed a faint white as he surveyed the dark streets. For they were dark, lit by nothing but the faint light emitting from his eyes. This light was the visible effect of his night vision, a perfect version that was part of his magic. He was the Holy Demon Slayer, known as the Shadow Hunter. He utilized pure white light for a wide variety of powerful effects. His title came from his tenacity and determination to eradicate the crime rings from the city of Crocus, single-handedly if need be. His sensitive eyes,seeing through the dark as if it was daylight, caught a flicker of movement in a back alley, causing him so stop and probe the shadows with his eyes. He caught a flash of light, a piece of metal reflecting back the light from his own eyes. A blade. "Stop there and you may not get hurt." he said in a thundering voice as he hefted his staff aloft, a globe of white light flaring to life at it's tip. The attacker, cloaked and robed all in black, lifted a hand to shield their eyes from the sudden bright light, then leapt at Ryoshi, naked blade brandished in front of them. Ryoshi spun his staff in his hands to deflect the long dagger, causing the shadows in the street to flicker and dance wildly as the orb of light whirled around. The attacker stumbled to the side as their thrust was deflected to the side, leaving them open to Ryoshi's well-placed open-palmed punch. "Holy Demon's Palm Strike!" he cried, causing a flare of light to erupt from the point of contact between his hand and the attacker's body. The light, made solid by the Slayer Magic, made a heavy impact, and Ryoshi heard at least two ribs crack as the cloaked figure was thrown backwards, grunting in pain. Ryoshi spread his feet apart in a shoulder-wide stance and spun his staff quickly through complex movements, hoping to either disorient the attacker with the fluctuating, oscillating light source, or intimidate them with his obvious magical and martial prowess. The attacker was neither of these things, recovering quickly and lunging at Ryoshi again, clearly hoping to use Ryoshi's focus on spinning the staff to their advantage and strike the Shadow Hunter while he was distracted. Ryoshi grinned, his first facial expression in this entire fight. In fact, his display was a bluff, it's real purpose being to lure in the attacker. The Rune Knight swung his staff in a short, vicious movement, ending with a solid cracking sound against the side of the figure's head. The cloaked attacker fell to the ground in a limp heap, momentum robbed from them. For good measure, Ryoshi kicked the dagger out of the attacker's hand, sending it skittering across the cobblestones. Bending down slowly, wary for another attack, Ryoshi gently pulled back the cowl that had shielded the attacker's face, cursing as long lock of chestnut-colored hair fell out of it, framing a thin, delicate face. A girl, no older than 18 if her face was anything to judge by. Ryoshi swore again, louder, as he caught sight of an insignia on the side of the girl's neck, a drop of blood surrounded by crimson flames. The Shadow Hunter recognized it all too well, and he straightened up with a grim expression that barely concealed his fury. "Crimson..." he growled, referencing Klyn Crimson, Guild Master of the dark guild Scarlet Chaos, a ring of criminal wizards Ryoshi had tangled with before. Clearly, Scarlet Chaos had sent this girl as an assassin to eliminate their most feared foe: the Shadow Hunter. With quick movements, Ryoshi bent again and fastened a pair of magic-blocking handcuffs around the girl's wrist, locking them behind her back in case she woke up and turned violent again. They would also cancel any tracking magic Klyn Crimson may have placed on her. He then slid his staff into specialized loops in the back of his tunic and bundled the girl into his arms, taking off in a dead run without hardly straightening up. There was work to be done. A dark guild to stop. A shadow to hunt.
You were the Lightning Demon Slayer on the old site you are approved. - Alexander Vaan wrote:
- Username: Alexander Vaan
Position: Lightning Demon Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?:
- IC Reasons:
Alexander as a character isn't one to approve of meaningless hatred and violence, something that drove him to his emotional state that he is now. To start with, lets take a history lesson onto Alexander and reasons why he would want this magic to start with. He as a child he was quite the social butterfly, making friends with almost everyone he saw and actually getting a close personal connection with most of them. This would make him out to be a very easy going friend and person to hang with and his parents constantly praised and rewarded him for it. As his life went on, their town started to go south once a group of criminals entered and started to claim the town. As months started to pass by, murders started popping up out of no where, and ever knew who committed them with no way of stopping them. As time passed, Alexander's parents were no safer than any others, with Alexander being at the age of 10 with this happening. This lead to Alexander's personality and philosophies, of despising needless violence and ending the hatred between people. This is why he would want a magic just as destructive as fire but more precise than wind. It would be his way of not prolonging the fights and hopeful cause a show of force with the magic to stop any fights from happening. It would be his own weapon, and extension of his own body. RP Sample:
- RP Sample:
The day was a beautiful bright day, with the wind blowing lightly and the birds chirping away in the trees. It was a clear sky, with no clouds in sight on this faithful day. A young boy sat against a tree, looking warily and with a gazing look in his eyes. This was the day he would find his purpose in life, the day he would be able to fulfill his wishes. This was the day his training would start for the Lightning Slayer Magic, by his new master Forneus. "Alexander, it time. Get up and get ready. Its going to be a while and I do not want to waste time." Forneus spoke with good intentions. He was not doing this for the wrong reasons or for his own personal gain. All he saw was a boy, emotionally scared and traumatized looking for a reason to live his life. The fourteen year old boy stood up, with a determination in his eyes. He stood wearing nothing but a shirt and shorts. He followed Forneus to their destination, which took them through the forest filled with colorful leaves and plant life. They eventually arrived to a open plain, one that looked to be untouched and unscathed. "This is where we shall conduct your training and guidance into your new life. As a Demi-Demon learning a magic to kill Demons, you first need to learn what your protecting, why you are learning it. So why are you learning this magic Alexander?" Alexander stood there, knowing Forneus knew why he wanted this but sought to please him and return his kindness in full. "To prevent the sadness I felt happen to others. To protect those I may find to become family. To help keep the balance in this world and to rid it of its atrocities, its true evils." "Good, now let us start this process so that you can learn this in a normal time." They started and went at it for the day. The time for today was for book knowledge, the way the magic works and the way magic works in general. This went on for about a few days til Alexander learnt the basics, and till he could comprehend the way he was going to use it for himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Near the end of the training, the fifteen year old Alexander had improved immensely on his training, Forneus knew it was almost time. He was going to have to let him go onto his own path and return to his home. "Alexander, try that one spell again. I wish to see it one last time." Forneus prepared a defensive stance, knowing it was going to hurt quite a lot. "Punch of the Lightning Demon" Alexander spoke as he sent a right hook coated in a pure white lightning towards the guarding Forneus. The punch manage to move Forneus back about a foot from where he stood. Forneus looked at Alexander with a approving look, knowing that he wasn't going to be sent out into the world blind. "Now with your training almost complete, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to take a day and come up with your own spell. I have taken this time to teach you things but I want you to find yourself and to put that into a form, a spell and to show me it. I trust you can do this." Forneus went to go to be alone while Alexander took his time to come up with the spell. "He wants me to find myself in form that into a spell. He could have stayed to assist me but that would probably defeat the purpose of this training. A way to show myself." Alexander thought and thought about this for a while, coming up with the process of how to learn it and how it would work. It also dawned on him that he was given only a day, something that he took as a compliment from his master. After a few hours Alexander came up with his plan. He stood up and concentrated first on his hands, both of them, and thought of them as a sort of focal point. At that moment, lightning started to spark and crackle at the center of his hands. He then started to concentrate on gaining more lightning and converging it up his arms towards his elbows, and like before the lightning started to form there, converging from the hands. He then proceed to continue for the shoulder, and it followed. There was one last thing he wanted to try and the thing that would finish this spell. He attempted to make a connection between his hands, to cause a electrical surge in the middle. He focused the lightning directly in the middle, and after a few minutes of concentration he finally made it work. He at that point he released the lightning and said with a satisfying tone "This will be me, a spell to quickly end a fight. A spell to hopefully stop unnecessary conflict. Lightning Redemption." The next day came and Forneus returned with a smile on his face. He could feel the power Alexander was exerting during his time alone and was ready to see it shown here. "So you finish your spell Alexander? I could feel your magic power while you were doing it so I must say I am quite anxious to see your work. On that note, this will be our last day together. After this last evaluation, I will be leaving you to your own accord. I want our last spar to be remembered." "I hope that I can give you that pleasure that you seek, and I will refuse to hold back on this one. I did speed up my spell making so I could get the rest I would most likely need for this." Alexander replied with a smile on his face, which he had never shown the entire time he was with Forneus. "Then let us begin my pupil." At this point Forneus let our a roar and coated himself in a layer of lightning and proceeded to take a defensive stance knowing that Alexander was powerful opponent. Alexander proceed to start of this match with a bang using his "Scream of the Lightning Demon" sending a cone of white lightning towards Forneus. Forneus took this chance to charge Alexander, tanking the cone and smacking Alexander square in the face. Alexander recovered after rolling on the ground a couple times, wiping the blood from his mouth. This fight went on for about an hour, with both Alexander and Forneus exchanging blows and both running low on fuel. "How about we settle this with one last move? It will end that way." Forneus slowly spoke has he stood there panting. Alexander just nodded, to exhausted to speak. Alexander would take this last move as his chance to show off his last spell. Forneus prepared to charge Alexander once last time while his opponent prepared the same. As what seemed to be a mutual gun shot only heard by the both of them went off, they both charged ready for their last hit. As they both closed in, Alexander took a lower position getting underneath Forneus and brought his hands next to Forneus' head and casted his last spell "Lightning Redemption." At this point lightning just seemed to surged between his hands causing massive damage to Forneus due to the lightning and its position. Forneus just collapsed to the ground, panting heavily while Alexander sat on the ground in front of him. "You did well kid, you are well prepared for life. Not get out of here before I change my mind cause that attack we hurt." Forneus just smiled as the kid just slowly walked away from the fight. Alexander was ready for this life, mentally and physically. It was time for him to find a home and a family.
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| | | Lestat Everson
Posts : 14 Jewels : 2876 Join date : 2015-08-30
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Sun 30 Aug 2015, 4:43 pm | |
| Username: Lestat Everson Position: Flame Devil Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?: - Click Me First:
"You're asking why I deserve this... Why I want it right? That's fair. I won't lie, I'll give it to you straight. Just take me into consideration... I need to do this."
"I deserve this shit because I'm a demon myself. I know how ignorant it. Must sound to want to kill other demons but please... Here me out okay? A demon kidnapped my mother and concieved me. Only after hours of humiliation was she able to escape. Shortly after she learned that she was going to be pregnant with a demon baby. Which isn't the greatest need to get when you're only twenty-two and live under a strict anglo-saxon ass family. But never mind all that."
"I grew up in the worst possible environment and the only person in this world who even cared was this human mother. I lived day and night being shunned and cursed upon. But nothing warmed hearts more than my mother's comfort. Even when as a child I had a sick infatuation with lighting shit on fire. She was always there to have my back. Something I sometimes regret."
"The church cast us away from our small town. She was labeled a witch, and I, the anti-christ. Not that I was or anything; just kinda had that effect with my horns and stuff. She always said they were special. She said never to cover them up... But that's where all the hell started."
"Every where we went, they hated us. All because I had two small bumps in the skull. Humans were such pissy animals. And my breed, halflings, were scattered amongst the world. We searched for others-- families who wanted acceptance because of half devil blood... Well, we ran into something else."
"My father. A demon of the worst type, the type who raped young women to create a superior sub-species to humans. Yeah-- he's one. But it didn't take me long to hate that bastard with a fiery passion. He wanted to take me to hell and raise me as a soldier. I rejected his offers to dark magic. I felt that my mother needed and wanted me. For certain more than one pig-fucker demon man."
"He stabbed her right before my very eyes. He said that I was a failed project and that I could die in a whole. He was a chump, but it hurt a lot. When my mom bit the dust."
"Just before she died she gave me a gift. She took it from a purse, now soaked in her lifeline. It was a hat. To cover my horns up. Evidently we were going to just try and fit in with society. What a joke of a thought. She always had a way of fitting. It was me who took her life away. My Curse and shit."
"I buried her by an oak tree and I swore I would declare vengeance. Soon after I met someone who could actually make that happen. It's you-- a fellow Demon Slayer."
"I beg of you, I'm begging so hard in my heart. Give me this position and I will not fail your training. Just this once... And I'll slaughter my own people and attone for our wickedness. I just want a taste of revenge for my mom. She deserves to be avenged... And uhh. My name is Lestat in case I forgot to mention." RP Sample:- Click Me:
"You're taking me in? Am I dreaming?!... I must be." said the boy as the much wiser master led him into an old dojo and began to instruct him of what to do. First offering a contract, as typical of the Etharious to do. Next the cursemark power would begin to enter the body and start off his control of the new fires. All of this was very unique and elegantly organized too the boy. Training went on and time passed.
Lestat learned lots of things-- for example: demon Slayer Magic was a piece of The Etharious inside the student.-- or so the man said. Lestat listened and did as instructed with as much accuracy as possible, he didn't want to upset his new master. After all-- it would be a long and rigorous test. A test of mettle. A test of willpower. Which was still just at it's beginning stages of commencement.
However if there was a chance the halflings could learn Devil Slayer Magic... Then he'd learn it. He'd work a thousand years for this. He'd try beyond that. "I'm going to make you proud mom, just wait and see. I'll cut through that demon and finish him in fire." Said the boy out loud as he started to sit down next to his master. His sensei made a few comments about talking conversationing with oneself and that it probably looked bad. The boy nodded. No more of it then. At least not for awhile... He sat down; legs crossed. The two would meditate on the meaning of revenge. Though... Honestly... Lestat just couldn't shake off the urge to do this. He HAD to fight his father. It was going to be the noblest moment in his entire life. Revenge was just a word compared to the massacre that the halflings wished to inflict. --------- Months passed quicker than Lestat wanted them too. He wasn't yet satisfyed with his control over the demon slayer flames. He had casted them only a few times but it was because of his master's severe motivations. Was this all he could do with himself? He needed a way to manipulate the flames without the use of forced aide.
"You're never going to be able to use Devil Slayer Flames with all your pent up frustrations. Anger is good, and it does help your normal fires... But in order to wield this kind you need something to latch onto. An emotion, a memory of vigilance. You need to impersonate a justice inside yourself. Even as a villain, villains have a censes for justice in their hearts. You must grab that and wield it like a knight riding to his death. Do you think David beat Goliath with such an arrogant mindset? Of course not. He was courageous and kept forward imagining no way out. But he had a thought, a belief, that he could take down a giant. THAT is what made him a hero. An avenger. You need no more physical help. You now need emotional help. But only you can help yourself. You've shown me you can conjure the door. Now conjure the key." Said the Etharious, as the character closed it's eyes and sat quietly. This teacher was kind of flip-flopped. First revenge and anger were the assets. Now the opposite. It was all very odd...
Lestat was sweating, he was tired of this! How was he suppose to be imagining vigilance?! All he saw was violence. Raw unadulterated hate. He fell to his knees. His eyes closed and the boy sat. He tried to find a memory something to unlock his door. Waiting, thinking, and... Even preying. Preying for some kind of miracle. His devotion was not strong enough... A vessel embodying the need to avenge could never have such a holy power... Could it?
"Master thank you for giving it too me. The curse and modifying my power with barrier particles. When I came here I honestly thought I could impress you. But I'm a failure. Forgive me... I swear to you that I'll return when I can do this for real. When that day comes..." Oomph. A force would blow the boy into a wall. It was like a wind, but sharp and esoteric in nature. It stunned the demi-demon for a moment.
"Master? Why did you d-"
Loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Bouncing off the walls, now hitting The demi-demon's mind like a hundred chortling clowns. Pure annoyance. And pure, demon. Yes... Lestat new exactly who this was. And why it was here, the whole time everything had been a fluke. A sham. It actually hurt his heart when everything became realization.
"You disappoint me boy! I thought you would've found out long ago! Your precious sensei was merely a shell that I took ages in advance. He never loved you. Never could've! Because your Demon Slayer Magic was actually a psuedo. The reason you can't master anything is because I've steadily wasted all your time. Toying with you, guaging you as my next vessel. HAH and you actually bought all that emotional stuff?! Hah! You've been a good plaything, a funny toy for me to watch. But now it's over. I need your body-- it has more worth than you know boy. So then... On guard. Stance up. Let's throw hands, what say you?"
Lestat stared with an emotionless expression. His heart beat faster, and faster, and even faster. This was his father. An archdemon. The killer of his precious mother. Well, fuck dude. What could be done?
"I gotta give in. Don't I mom? I failed. What a sad ending ehh?"
The boy spit at the floor and fell back to his knees again. Holding his head low. "I SAID I'D DEFEAT YOU." Lestat's head snapped forward. He stared at the other being with anger. Lestat's voice was sharper. Stronger. Powerful. It even made the opposing entity-- the demon itself flinch. This was going to be a brawl. A very, very, very large brawl. "As if boy. Come and meet your maker!"
The both of them would charge each other, raising fists almost perfectly in sync. The blow would match as the two were flung into opposite walls. This would be the second dent on Lestat's side. However when he stood up wisps of energy and heat accompanied his aura. He had achieved Demon Slayer. Now all he had to do was finish off the unwanted enemy.
"Demon Force." His body erupted in flames, it was over now. Before the Archdemon could escape. Flames of hellfire scorched and charred his body on the spot. Eating him alive with heat equal to the surface of the sun. It was a magnificent show of light. But when it was over-- Lestat Everson was also over. At least-- his story for now was. "Maybe I'll join a guild? See new places. Mom always liked traveling... Oh and my moment of vigilence. It was every second I spent with you. I just had to bring it to the surface. Thanks mom."
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| | | Fujin
Posts : 21 Jewels : 7690 Age : 27 Join date : 2015-08-28
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Sun 30 Aug 2015, 6:29 pm | |
| I had alot of fun reading this and am really glad to see someone join OS as it DH, JH and HS were my brain child....well except the mark for JH that was made by its current GM but thats a whole different story. Sorry for rambling and if you have guessed you're APPROVED - Lestat Everson wrote:
- Username: Lestat Everson
Position: Flame Devil Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?:
- Click Me First:
"You're asking why I deserve this... Why I want it right? That's fair. I won't lie, I'll give it to you straight. Just take me into consideration... I need to do this."
"I deserve this shit because I'm a demon myself. I know how ignorant it. Must sound to want to kill other demons but please... Here me out okay? A demon kidnapped my mother and concieved me. Only after hours of humiliation was she able to escape. Shortly after she learned that she was going to be pregnant with a demon baby. Which isn't the greatest need to get when you're only twenty-two and live under a strict anglo-saxon ass family. But never mind all that."
"I grew up in the worst possible environment and the only person in this world who even cared was this human mother. I lived day and night being shunned and cursed upon. But nothing warmed hearts more than my mother's comfort. Even when as a child I had a sick infatuation with lighting shit on fire. She was always there to have my back. Something I sometimes regret."
"The church cast us away from our small town. She was labeled a witch, and I, the anti-christ. Not that I was or anything; just kinda had that effect with my horns and stuff. She always said they were special. She said never to cover them up... But that's where all the hell started."
"Every where we went, they hated us. All because I had two small bumps in the skull. Humans were such pissy animals. And my breed, halflings, were scattered amongst the world. We searched for others-- families who wanted acceptance because of half devil blood... Well, we ran into something else."
"My father. A demon of the worst type, the type who raped young women to create a superior sub-species to humans. Yeah-- he's one. But it didn't take me long to hate that bastard with a fiery passion. He wanted to take me to hell and raise me as a soldier. I rejected his offers to dark magic. I felt that my mother needed and wanted me. For certain more than one pig-fucker demon man."
"He stabbed her right before my very eyes. He said that I was a failed project and that I could die in a whole. He was a chump, but it hurt a lot. When my mom bit the dust."
"Just before she died she gave me a gift. She took it from a purse, now soaked in her lifeline. It was a hat. To cover my horns up. Evidently we were going to just try and fit in with society. What a joke of a thought. She always had a way of fitting. It was me who took her life away. My Curse and shit."
"I buried her by an oak tree and I swore I would declare vengeance. Soon after I met someone who could actually make that happen. It's you-- a fellow Demon Slayer."
"I beg of you, I'm begging so hard in my heart. Give me this position and I will not fail your training. Just this once... And I'll slaughter my own people and attone for our wickedness. I just want a taste of revenge for my mom. She deserves to be avenged... And uhh. My name is Lestat in case I forgot to mention."
RP Sample:
- Click Me:
"You're taking me in? Am I dreaming?!... I must be." said the boy as the much wiser master led him into an old dojo and began to instruct him of what to do. First offering a contract, as typical of the Etharious to do. Next the cursemark power would begin to enter the body and start off his control of the new fires. All of this was very unique and elegantly organized too the boy. Training went on and time passed.
Lestat learned lots of things-- for example: demon Slayer Magic was a piece of The Etharious inside the student.-- or so the man said. Lestat listened and did as instructed with as much accuracy as possible, he didn't want to upset his new master. After all-- it would be a long and rigorous test. A test of mettle. A test of willpower. Which was still just at it's beginning stages of commencement.
However if there was a chance the halflings could learn Devil Slayer Magic... Then he'd learn it. He'd work a thousand years for this. He'd try beyond that. "I'm going to make you proud mom, just wait and see. I'll cut through that demon and finish him in fire." Said the boy out loud as he started to sit down next to his master. His sensei made a few comments about talking conversationing with oneself and that it probably looked bad. The boy nodded. No more of it then. At least not for awhile... He sat down; legs crossed. The two would meditate on the meaning of revenge. Though... Honestly... Lestat just couldn't shake off the urge to do this. He HAD to fight his father. It was going to be the noblest moment in his entire life. Revenge was just a word compared to the massacre that the halflings wished to inflict. --------- Months passed quicker than Lestat wanted them too. He wasn't yet satisfyed with his control over the demon slayer flames. He had casted them only a few times but it was because of his master's severe motivations. Was this all he could do with himself? He needed a way to manipulate the flames without the use of forced aide.
"You're never going to be able to use Devil Slayer Flames with all your pent up frustrations. Anger is good, and it does help your normal fires... But in order to wield this kind you need something to latch onto. An emotion, a memory of vigilance. You need to impersonate a justice inside yourself. Even as a villain, villains have a censes for justice in their hearts. You must grab that and wield it like a knight riding to his death. Do you think David beat Goliath with such an arrogant mindset? Of course not. He was courageous and kept forward imagining no way out. But he had a thought, a belief, that he could take down a giant. THAT is what made him a hero. An avenger. You need no more physical help. You now need emotional help. But only you can help yourself. You've shown me you can conjure the door. Now conjure the key." Said the Etharious, as the character closed it's eyes and sat quietly. This teacher was kind of flip-flopped. First revenge and anger were the assets. Now the opposite. It was all very odd...
Lestat was sweating, he was tired of this! How was he suppose to be imagining vigilance?! All he saw was violence. Raw unadulterated hate. He fell to his knees. His eyes closed and the boy sat. He tried to find a memory something to unlock his door. Waiting, thinking, and... Even preying. Preying for some kind of miracle. His devotion was not strong enough... A vessel embodying the need to avenge could never have such a holy power... Could it?
"Master thank you for giving it too me. The curse and modifying my power with barrier particles. When I came here I honestly thought I could impress you. But I'm a failure. Forgive me... I swear to you that I'll return when I can do this for real. When that day comes..." Oomph. A force would blow the boy into a wall. It was like a wind, but sharp and esoteric in nature. It stunned the demi-demon for a moment.
"Master? Why did you d-"
Loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Bouncing off the walls, now hitting The demi-demon's mind like a hundred chortling clowns. Pure annoyance. And pure, demon. Yes... Lestat new exactly who this was. And why it was here, the whole time everything had been a fluke. A sham. It actually hurt his heart when everything became realization.
"You disappoint me boy! I thought you would've found out long ago! Your precious sensei was merely a shell that I took ages in advance. He never loved you. Never could've! Because your Demon Slayer Magic was actually a psuedo. The reason you can't master anything is because I've steadily wasted all your time. Toying with you, guaging you as my next vessel. HAH and you actually bought all that emotional stuff?! Hah! You've been a good plaything, a funny toy for me to watch. But now it's over. I need your body-- it has more worth than you know boy. So then... On guard. Stance up. Let's throw hands, what say you?"
Lestat stared with an emotionless expression. His heart beat faster, and faster, and even faster. This was his father. An archdemon. The killer of his precious mother. Well, fuck dude. What could be done?
"I gotta give in. Don't I mom? I failed. What a sad ending ehh?"
The boy spit at the floor and fell back to his knees again. Holding his head low. "I SAID I'D DEFEAT YOU." Lestat's head snapped forward. He stared at the other being with anger. Lestat's voice was sharper. Stronger. Powerful. It even made the opposing entity-- the demon itself flinch. This was going to be a brawl. A very, very, very large brawl. "As if boy. Come and meet your maker!"
The both of them would charge each other, raising fists almost perfectly in sync. The blow would match as the two were flung into opposite walls. This would be the second dent on Lestat's side. However when he stood up wisps of energy and heat accompanied his aura. He had achieved Demon Slayer. Now all he had to do was finish off the unwanted enemy.
"Demon Force." His body erupted in flames, it was over now. Before the Archdemon could escape. Flames of hellfire scorched and charred his body on the spot. Eating him alive with heat equal to the surface of the sun. It was a magnificent show of light. But when it was over-- Lestat Everson was also over. At least-- his story for now was. "Maybe I'll join a guild? See new places. Mom always liked traveling... Oh and my moment of vigilence. It was every second I spent with you. I just had to bring it to the surface. Thanks mom."
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| | | Malik Roberts
Posts : 2 Jewels : 800 Age : 28 Join date : 2015-08-28
| Subject: Re: Slayer Registration Sun 30 Aug 2015, 9:20 pm | |
| Username: Malik Roberts Position: Flame God Slayer Why do you think you deserve this magic?: - IC Reasons:
I believe this kind of magic would go well with my character, Malik due to his personality, goals, ideals, and dreams. Speaking of certain parts of them or the use of these black flames is for combating the wicked, bring upon those the fury of retribution, and punishing them for their ill-deeds. The black flames of a Flame God Slayer are highly similar to the Flames of Hell. Both destroy everything in their path as well as being dark and destructive. Originally, hell-fire was created to punish the wicked, tormenting them with excruciating pain by burn them all the way down to their very spirits. It is an incredibly powerful force and a malicious way of torture. The black flames generated by Flame God Slayer Magic are extremely similar to this demonic fire. This is due to the fact they are a dark variant of fire itself.
Malik utilizes these black flames to combat against evil and punish the wicked for their cruelty, malicious ways, and heinous crimes. He cannot stand for injustice taking place right in front of him. As such, he will correct the misdeeds of certain villain people, punishing them for the dark goals that harm the innocent and crushed evil beings for their despicable injustice. RP Sample: - Roleplay Sample:
Becoming a Flame God Slayer: Malik's Training
In the blissfully serene meadows near the bustling region of Magnolia, two certain figures were training out in the bright of day. One was a heavenly beautiful woman with a body that could only be described as divine. He presence radiate optimism, bringing joy to those around her and making them at peace with themselves. Her hair flows steadily in the summer-like breezes, complementing her form. Her eyes gleam with the radiance of the sun itself. If one were to look into them, you could see overflowing compassion and love. Her name is Amaterasu, the Goddess of the Sun. She is quite famous among many as well as a powerful deity as she has power of the very light, which brings about day for all. Whom her love and compassion is directed towards at the moment is the other much smaller figure. It was a young boy no older than the age of 8. He had black mid-length hair reaching to his neck along with three bangs hanging in front of his forehead and two longer ones on each side of his face. His skin is of a luscious chocolate brown. It can make individuals be reminded of the succulent sweet that the color itself was named after. Not to mention part of his personality reflected that same sweetness. His eyes were very beautiful, being a a shade of golden brown. It would have someone reminiscing about the very sunset. Both were behind a pair of grey-framed glasses. The boy's name was Malik Roberts, a young student of Amaterasu.
These fields are where they are currently training and it's mostly desire by the boy's teacher for prefers areas such as this landscape. It is due to these fields being both tranquil and harmonious that Malik can concentrate much better than in a place filled with such noise and disharmony. What he was being taught in the first place was God Slayer Magic by Amaterasu. Specifically speaking, the particular magic was of the Flame God Slayer variety. It would grant him the abilities of a deity, allowing him to control black flames as well. His teacher had told him that this fire is incredibly destructive. It doesn't burn, rather it has been said that it destroys everything in it's path. It was certainly a privilege to be given such a power by a magnificent goddess. When he first meet here, he desired to be an amazing mage, like his mother and father. He was at a lost at how his parents encountered Amaterasu in the first place, but that didn't matter to him at all. His father claimed she was the boy's surrogate aunt. The goddess told him it was okay, if he called her "Auntie", as a term of affection towards a member of his family. He was happy to address her as such, excited to know that her connection with his parents. Currently, Malik was within a stance akin to one that of battle, his legs spread out along with his arms held up in front of his face. He determinedly stared down the wooden target before him. Amaterasu, his beloved aunt,stood behind him, arms crossed as she gave directions for her nephew.
"Alright, kiddo, try again and this time, allow the fire to burst forth. Don't worry about burning anyone, since there is no one around here but the two of us. Now concentrate, let your magic build until it explodes. This power will become a part of you and you must use it wisely." the goddess said, giving the boy tips in order to make it easier for him to generate his flames. This was his third time trying to do so. It was a powerful type of magic, known only by a few today in the modern world, so of course it was difficult. However, Amaterasu can see her nephew possesses talent and a strong will. His spirit was unyielding, not to mention his Magic Power was above average, but still at the level of an ordinary human child. Though, Malik was no ordinary child, not since he began his training with the Goddess of the Sun. As she had said, the boy began to concentrate as he held up his open right hand. He focused on building up his strength, higher and higher until it was on the verge of bursting outward into a mighty explosion. He could feel the smoke emanating from himself as he rose his power from one level to another. Amaterasu can obviously see the gaseous byproduct emitting from the boy's small form. He was close to create the flames of a God Slayer. The goddess was anticipating what might have this time as opposed to the previous, uneventful aforementioned two before.
When Malik had finally reaching his boiling point, he push farther and in his open palm, black flames fiercely ignited. The boy was surprised as this was his first time actually generate this kind of fire. He was so shocked he actually jumped back with his right hand still extended outward. Since they were his flames, they didn't burn at all, but he could still feel the intense heat radiating off of them. Amaterasu stood close behind her nephew, a smile to show she is proud of him for being able generate the Flames of a God. When the flames in hand, Malik changed his gaze from his right palm to the wooden target. He took a deep breath, exhaling afterwards. He then, charged the hand-made construct all while keep the black flames around his hand burning strongly. With a thrust of his palm as powerful as any 8 year-old could muster, a black fireball shot forth. When contact was made, the spot from where it had hit was instantly incinerated. Malik stood in awe at what power he now wields. He shifted his amazed expression towards his hand, which he lifted up to his face. He was still shocked that he can use such magic. Amaterasu began to walk up to the boy, each step so graceful and elegant. When she was close enough, she bent down and put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him out of his awestruck daze. He immediately turned to his aunt as she spoke with happiness in her tone.
"Well done, Malik, you have now become a Flame God Slayer. You have control over the Flames of a God, a fire that destroy all in it's wake. Be mindful of this power, for it is highly destructive in nature. You have just taking the first step into your training. So far you have learn to create and control the flames to a basic level. I can see you have been working hard, why don't we take a break. I vote we go get ice cream." She said, explaining the power she had taught to her nephew and offering to go get a frozen treat for being diligent and working hard on pushing himself to his limit. After all, he was still a boy and children had more limits than adults or even teenagers. He deserves some rest. Of course, when she believes he can withstand more intense course of her training, she will raise the bar a little. She didn't want to spoil the boy. With an excited nod from the child, Amaterasu stood tall and held out her right hand, which Malik took with his left. They begin to walk into Magnolia town to feast upon a frozen dessert the sun goddess had promised.
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