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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:20 pm

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Indeed, this parasite had everything she needed between herself and the bloodstained encrusted floor. The both of them mediated, seeking some inner peace crap that everyone always tried to achievement...she on the other hand..only thought of fire. A blistering swell of it to carry her through the darkest nights, it surged and coddled. It flashed in her eyes, electrified the ends of scarlet tresses, it rippled from her body in tension thick waves that cleared salt from old wounds.

She watched him assume the generic boxer stance and she, following suit, loosened up and put one foot [her left, to be precise] before the other. Her fingers spread, tightened, then came to rest somewhere in between, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other a few times while he began closing the distance between them.

He was still hesitant, foolishly doubtful, it was written all over his face and evident in how he dawdled.

Red was built like a lover, not a fighter, but those deceiving looks were only part of her feral edge. Beauty was homogenous among undead, their appearance serving to seduce their pray and hide a being of monstrous power and thirst within a fragile, charming husk. It was all a forgery, a lie he was believing with every unwilling moment he wasted.

She could use this to her advantage as she always did...but Red wanted a fair fight.

"Don't hold back."

Her hands lingered close to her chest, poised like rattled serpents. Ready to strike.

"Because I won't."

Despite the low rumble of her voice, he'd have no trouble hearing her. Red's words seemed to vibrate the air with an energy of their own, their dark, duel tones betraying her outward radiance. A monster with a mask, that's all she was.

It was time to show him.

Her lip would curl up to a snarl then, baring a savage set of fangs that betrayed any beauty as her visage began to transform. A hellish glare grew into something more, hate and rage brewing like a storm. Her brow furrowed and her back hunched, as if whispering to him what frail control she had against her mania. Mostly it was an act, but it served not only to intimidate him but to get her pumped as well. She began to sway, a silent beat and then she ran, leaping up into the air and aimed the tip of her right knee straight for his pretty face.

[Activated: Heat Wave, Steel Form 1/10, Fighter's spirit 1/10, Speed 1/5, Awakening 1/10, Nail and Teeth]

[Used: Leap, Sway, Hanuman visits Lanka ]

Heat Wave | Rank B
A step up from Heat Clap, the user builds an immense amount of flameless heat in their body, only to release it at a moments notice, expanding throughout the entire area. This skill has the same effect of Heat Clap, but it also raises fire and hell's grasp skills by one rank in power.

Nail and Teeth D
You actually manipulate the cells of your nails and teeth hardening them to the strength of steel and sharpening them like katana. Your nails will grow to at most a foot long and your teeth will gain an extra inch. You can drive your nails into the walls to climb them.

Hanuman visits Lanka
Rank: C
Description: A powerful and fast attack where the user takes a high jump forward and strikes an opponent's head with the sharp tip of their knee. The crushing damage is tremendous and even if blocked the power can still send their opponent to the ground or stun them. This attack can also be used to attack opponents in mid-air, in which case the strike hits them in the solar-plexus.

Sway E
Simple as the Duck and Side-Step, as well as allowing for slightly a bit more agility like the others do, simply swaying to and fro, left and right tends to leave the boxer finding such a dodge very helpful.

Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 7:58 pm

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

Contrary to the boxer stance Red had shifted into, Greed would settle in the stance of his most often used style; capoira. Brutally strong and quick kicks were his personal favorite. And so it was that denim sheathed legs swayed to an unheard rythm. Muscled arms remained out and around his body, both for balance and for blocking. He chuckled when the Redhead told him not to hold back... he had no intention to. She was his superior, and for a reason. While cocky, the demon was by no means stupid. He knew if he held back, she would probably break his arm. Or leg... or whatever limb she could get her deadly hands on. An eyebrow raised as she began to pump herself up... or try to psyche him out maybe. He envied her fangs... they were a telltale trait of Lucifer's children; one sadly he had not yet been blessed with. His own adrenaline would pump as well, but he forced himself to maintain his ever present cool and arrogant facade. 3 inch long blades erupted from the tips of his combat boots and twin onyx arches would raise above his eyes as he chuckled. There was a hunger hidden in those vermillion seas though; one that would erupt and engulf the feral if she let her guard down for even a moment. "Woah there little Red riding hood, I wouldn't want ya to blow a gasket on account of me." He said in an excited voice that betrayed his mask of calm. Greed had his first move planned out in his head; something he had wanted to try for some time. And the Diabolus figured that if it worked on Red, it would work on anybody. The subtle shift in weight, tensing of muscles; these were all signs to the berserker that she was ready to unleash a hellish fury. The demon began running forward, but it was not long before the entirety of his weight shifted downwards, the demon dropping to his hip and sliding like a baseball player against the muddy grit of the coliseum ground, her target dropping low as she rose high. A Deceptively fast tail lashed out and upwards as she soared above him, intending to grab the ankle of the leg closest to him; the one that she did not have bent and high in the air. If it succeeded in latching on, Red would feel herself pulled harshly, the tail stopping her forward momentum before flinging her at the nearest coliseum pillar. He quickly stood and turned as the slide completed, facing the feral in whatever direction she lay.
((used: Phase shift, activated: Combat boot knives))

Theme song

• Strength: 13
• Speed: 8 (tail has a speed of 10)
• Energy: 975

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 8:44 pm

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Still gauging what she was dealing with, she had to be careful...lest she be caught off guard.

Which, unfortunately for Greed, was not that easy to do. Nothing had served to distract her from her footing, she knew exactly where she was, exactly where he was, and easily saw him coming. He would not best her with speed or strength, and he was about to learn that. As she sailed through the air, his tail lashed out and coiled around the leather boot, groaning as the serpentine hold tightened. The momentum of her own was caught, a fish being reeled in the opposite direction but not for long. In a flick, it whipped the redhead off, sending her in a spiral towards an erect marble pillar.

Not for long, a flux of fiery energy came in volumes, heating the mainframe and spanned out to shield her from the impact.

BOOM!

An inferno exploded instantaneously as she hit the column. Cracks ripped up, large chunks falling groundward, and from the location, dust, speckled with burning embers, billowed. Thud. Red dropped just as the rubble did, nails pressed to the ground, both legs bent almost parallel with her chest, like a frog about to leap.

Her left hand followed the blazing ruby energy of the demon, a mock gun pointing through the chaotic dust.

"Bang."

Ki rippled jutting out from the pointed index finger at the force of a bullet, and then she fired another. Two blazing missiles ripped at a violent speed and both directed, honed to Greed.

Make no mistake, she could not bide time sitting her. The feral darted out of the smoke, running towards an adjacent pillar.

[Activated: Heat Wave, Steel Form 2/10, Fighter's spirit 2/10, Speed 2/5, Awakening 2/10, Nail and Teeth]

[Used: Shield of Flames, Chi Sense, Missile Fury x2 ]

Missile Fury | Rank B --->A
Infusing inferno ki into their fingers, the user fires the ki off of their fingers, all becoming homing missiles. Each blazing energy missile is about the size and shape of a 9mm bullet. These missiles will pursue the target for three posts at the speed of a meteorite skill until colliding with something. Upon collision, each one explodes with the force of a Meteorite.

Meteorite | Rank C
A stronger version of Flame Pitch, the user creates a bigger ball of condensed energy and fire, about the size of a a beach ball and fires it faster than its predecessor, taking on the appearance of a meteorite. The impact is strong enough to carry a person through the air until it reaches its limit and slams into the ground or into an obstacle and exploding with concussive force of a C4 explosion. The meteorite is extremely inaccurate at long range. (Flame Pitch prerequisite.)

razieltheprince

Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:47 pm

shut up hamlet

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

Greed watched her crash against the pillar, and vermillion eyes widened at the dramatic flux of fire that engulfed the Red haired woman. He knew she wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. Greed would have been pissed if she gave up after his opening move. Lightning crackled and smacked against the ground underfoot as he took off, his angle awkwardly shifting and moving at odd angles and generally just making himself the most annoying target to hit in the world as he rapidly closed the distance between opposing warriors, seeking to intercept his adversary before she reached the opposite pillar. right before the first shot was fired Greed began a fury of blindingly fast straight jabs that were thrusted through the air, bright balls of vermillion red ki erupting from them and rocketing towards the feral. Greed didn't know if they hit Red, nor did he really care. He just knew that if they struck her, her aim would be thrown off. And if she dodged, well... her aim would still be thrown off. Even with the smoke and dusty debris in the air, the berserker's natural energy sight remained locked onto the zombified woman. Leaping off the lightning bolt and coming at her from an angle, the demon did a swift flip forward and brought his left heel downwards upon her head in a vicious axe kick, attempting to slam directly on top of the woman's head with supernatural strength combined with built momentum and torque. Regardless of whether she blocked or the strike held true, the Diabolus would plant his right foot on Red's body as he pushed himself away, backflipping effortlessly through the air and landing in a low standing crouch a few feet away from his Captain. Meanwhile a demonic energy began to well up inside of Greed. It was volatile... destructive. The satanic fighter would hold the energy within him, saving it for the time until it was required for him to use it.
((active: Steel form 3/10, fighting spirit 3/10))
((used: Lightning rider, violent fist, ki barrage, sidewinder, dancing on flesh))

Theme song

• Strength: 13
• Speed: 8 (tail has a speed of 10)
• Energy: 900

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 2:00 pm

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From the side of vermillion slits, she could see his arms moving, punching through the air. As she ran, the feral lowered ever so slightly, his trajectory aimed at her approach along the ground as the pillar drew closer. In one bounding leap, she jumped over the fiery balls of brilliant coral energy. Her boot hit the marble column half way up it, but again she'd push off, only to notice in the blur of movement his electric sparking and him no doubt in route with it. Leaping again, the angle pushing her up as her body spanned with heat and arched. Claws grabbing her ankles as a boot assailed towards the bottom of her chin, her legs pulled against her back, angling her enough to miss his boot by an inch but not enough to slam his boot against her abdomen. He'd find a surprise, stronger than the average steel, multiple bones ripped through the white tank top and through the hardened, smoldering skin. It might not go into his flesh but it would make the rubber soles of his boots stick to her and accompanied with the heat wave pouring from every pore, it would melt.

If she let go of her legs, she could break his leg...but what fun would that be at this point? None at all. He had to, however, break from her and while seeing bone protruding from the feral like a meta-porcupine might come as a shocker, she didn't want to crash to the ground face first...which is exactly where they were headed and in a hurry. Red removed the stronghold on her legs and continued to arc with a leg coming forward to kick at his chest. With the momentum and pivotal chance, she was descending towards the base of the pillar.

Smacking the ground sent her into a tumble, claws digging at the muck and dust until a thud slammed her against the marble in a crouch. Fangs expressed a satisfactory grin, the black energy that warped the entirety of undead anatomy was gone. Snuffed out by herself, he wasn't going to be able to track her that way. It would have to be sight alone. Hastily, the right hand morphed, claws slinking back to form a hardened fist that thundered against the ground. Sheer force of that magnitude was explosive, it would be hard for anything to withstand it. The blast itself launched her up into the dusty air, while her spot below was nothing but a crater and a massive amount of rubble. There was a haunting, groaning, sound, the beam that she had pressed against was now falling, the base completely shattered from the impact of her havoc palm.

Up, up, up, she flew; climbing the rungs to heaven.

[Activated: Heat Wave, Steel Form 3/10, Fighter's spirit 3/10, Speed 3/5, Awakening 3/10, Nail and Teeth, Missile Fury x2 2/3, An Open Flame 1/3]

[Used: An Open Flame, Chi Sense, Leap, Tombstone Slam, Intercepting Front Kick, Havoc Palm, Chi Block 1/5, Mucronate]

Skill name: Mucronate
Rank: C
If it uses ammo how much: n/a
Limits: Novice Rank, limited to only Red
Skill description: This is a purely defensive, bone is formulated into various sized spikes; these range from 6-12 inches and have pointed ends. These can form on any one part of the body at a time. Either arms, torso, or legs. These spikes act as a way to skewer a hand-to-hand attack or block an impending sword-like weapon.

An Open Flame | Rank E -->D
The user is capable of releasing a large amount of heat from their body. Just by learning this skill makes the user feverishly hot. When used, the surface of the user's skin becomes hot to the touch, as if their skin were a hot iron skillet. It makes touching the user excruciatingly painful. Lasts for 3 posts.

Missile Fury | Rank B --->A
Infusing inferno ki into their fingers, the user fires the ki off of their fingers, all becoming homing missiles. Each blazing energy missile is about the size and shape of a 9mm bullet. These missiles will pursue the target for three posts at the speed of a meteorite skill until colliding with something. Upon collision, each one explodes with the force of a Meteorite.

Meteorite | Rank C
A stronger version of Flame Pitch, the user creates a bigger ball of condensed energy and fire, about the size of a a beach ball and fires it faster than its predecessor, taking on the appearance of a meteorite. The impact is strong enough to carry a person through the air until it reaches its limit and slams into the ground or into an obstacle and exploding with concussive force of a C4 explosion. The meteorite is extremely inaccurate at long range. (Flame Pitch prerequisite.)

razieltheprince

Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 3:50 pm

razieltheprince

shut up hamlet

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

The demon was aware of his adversary's movements the whole time, though what came next he could not have expected; he had never seen it before. Vermillllion globes widened as bones protruded and sank through his boots, steel hard composition the only thing seperating him from the loss of that foot. He struggled to break free, but quickly decided to gain advantage of the close proximity. While Red had her hands locked around ankles, The demon would take advantage of the lowered guard. Whether it was a trap or not, he would soon find out. The tail sharpened and completely coated with an invisible energy, threatening to chop up anything that came into contact with it. The soaded head was even sharper than usual, and with it he stabbed downwards at Red's face. Once; twice; three times. On and on the thrusts went, each a scorpion like sting that threatened to mar her beautiful facial features. After this the kick smacked against his chest, and with it he was sent flying. he struck the ground; hard. the figuratively steel clad warrior tumbled once, then twice against the ground. he smacked against a pillar in an abrupt stop opposite red's own pillar in the arena, hastily picking himself up. He scanned the arena with his energy sight, but could not find her. Puzzled, he wondered if he had killed the feral on accident. He hoped not, that would have been a tragic accident, and would probably take quite a bit of explaining. His suspicions were put to rest swiftly however as he heard a terrible groaning and looked in the direction, a rapidly descending pillar threatening to crush him. This was the time to let the energy go. A sudden influx would be seen, the demon utterly still as the pillar rapidly closed the distance and crush him. Then, catacalysmic flames summoned from the deepest pits of tartarus erupted outwards at all angles from the diabolus just as the pillar closed the remaining inches between them. It rapidly pushed outwards, the colossal hidden power further amplified by the heat wave. Rock and dust would spray everywhere, the demon smirking cockily, though he the fine rock debris lightly dusted parts of his face. He spotted Red high in the sky, and extended his arm behind him. Dark energy twisted and snapped, before an onyx black trident formed in his palm. The demon took a step forward and tossed the weapon, sending it spiraling dangerously into the air after the captain. Once again a bolt of lighting crackled and sparked underfoot, launching him upwards in a complete vertical until he was at the same level as her in the air, a few feet away. From this point, she was given no warning as what came next. Greed closed the distance between them in a literal instant, vanishing and appearing right in front of her, attempting to drive his elbow into her forehead and send the woman hurtling back to the earth. If she blocked it the demon would quickly spin in the air, his opposite elbow sailing through the small space between him and red and attempting to hit her directly in her back. This time however there was a hidden surprise; a footlong blade of invisible energy erupted from both elbows as he activated flashing dagger, attempting to drive the blade through her back. Normally, Greed would be hesitant to attack somebody he wasn't supposed to kill so voraciously, but this was different. If he held back any of his tricks, he knew that Red would hit him so hard he wouldn't even be able to remember his own name.
((Active: Steel form 4/10, fighter's spirit 4/10))
((Used: bladed tail (B rank) , Hell's ramparts (raised in power due to heat wave) , flashing dagger, Lunging blackout, reverse elbow))

Hell's Ramparts C
At useful technique for offensive and defensive means. The Diabolus will load his energy, takes a post, and blast it out from his body. This, however, is a blast which results in a wide radius of demonic, black flames produced of dark energy. This results in a much stronger attack (B-Ranked Str.) and sends flames soaring out and about for five meters.

Flashing Dagger
Rank: B
Description: User focuses power onto their elbows, generating a foot long invisible energy blade out of their elbows. It can be sustained for a maximum of five posts, ten if the user is a berzerker class. Its nature of being unseen is the technique's greatest power, as even simple elbow strikes can cleave an opponent's head in two, and cut those who do not dodge it properly.

Lunging Blackout
Rank: A
Description: User uses massive power from his legs to blast himself through the air at bullet speed towards an opponent. Then he brings his elbow over his head and down onto an opponent's face or skull. Unlike the knee attacks, this lunge will not blast an opponent backwards, but it does generate power equal to or greater than the Falling Dagger technique as it generates all of the force onto the sharp point of the elbow. It is called the blackout because upon impact the force is said to cause anybody hit with it to lose consciousness for at least a moment, sending all opponents straight to the ground.

Reverse Elbow
Rank: D
Description: Another close range attack where the user spins around 360 degrees around their opponent's body and then slams their elbow into the back of the opponent's head. The spin is very fast and in close enough range can be used to deflect a frontal attack and push the opponent off balance for an instant hit. A blow from this skill will knock out opponents untrained or ill-equipped to handle head trauma, and will blur the vision of any others.

Skill name: Bladed Tail
Rank: C-S
Limits: Must be a diobolus and a berserker
Skill description: This skill derives from the arm blade skill. Greed coats his tail in invisible energy. This makes the tail sharp and sword like in quality, not affecting it's movement but making it razor sharp to the touch. The amount of energy used in the skill dictates the hardness of the tail, and what ranked materials it can penetrate. For example, C rank energy breaks C ranked materials.

• Trident of Lucifer B
The caster summons up massive amounts of dark energy into the palm of a raised hand. This spear is "thrown" at the opponent. It will zip through the air at some speed(+2) and with enormous strength(+2) as well. The thrown, spinning trident will create a vortex of energy about it strong enough to cut iron. Just it passing by is a hazard.

Theme song

• Strength: 13
• Speed: 8 (tail has a speed of 10)
• Energy: 525

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:00 pm

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What was left of his serpentine tail was a small scratch to the crown of her cheek, lashes kisses it periodically, whenever she decided to blink. However, his other strike was caught only to keep him from stabbing and slicing once more. It had to be at the right time and with both hands free as a kick launched clockwise to his chest, she'd hold it, watching it squirm like an eel out of water.

It was only after the kick did she let go, both kissing the ground roughly.

Now though, they were both airborne, his trident viciously flung through the air towards the feral. Encircling, the dark energy would smack into her, sending her backwards into the seats. Truth be told...she felt nothing, not a breath taking hit, not a gut wrenching jab, it didn't even tickle. Wooden shrapnel flailed in the dusty air, twirling and whirling as if they were miniature helicopters floating to the ground.

As he was incoming, riding as if Apollo himself blessed him with an electric chariot, he'd find that both her 'bullets' had been honing in on him the whole time and now they'd strike at his backside.

Though, he was upon her, looming over as his elbow drove towards the temple and it would connect because that meant he was there, ever close to the hellish reprise. Red slumped forward, a dead doll cut from strings. His elbows would come down again, only to come away with nothing as now her flesh was a thin layer of leather and steel beneath. As he did this, her foot stomped against the ground, a pillar erecting behind him.. The blow back would push him closer and that was enough for her to pop up with a flame blade to his gut as flames would wash against the demonic figure from his 6 o'clock. The smoldering, loose waves of scarlet blew wildly danced around her face, blood-lusting ovals crazed as those twin betwixt vessels smirked. Still heat continued to pour over him from the front even, as it seeped from her very core and aimed to make him sweat and sizzle. She was still building up energy, trapping it within as it began to fester, a sleeping cancer.

[Activated: Heat Wave, Steel Form 4/10, Fighter's spirit 4/10, Speed 4/5, Awakening 4/10, Nail and Teeth, Missile Fury x2 3/3, An Open Flame 2/3, Chi Block 2/5, Carapace 1/2]

[Used: Chi Sense, Catch blade, Carapace, Blazing Pillar, Flame Blade A]

Blazing Pillar | Rank B
Building up burning energy in the user's leg, the user stomps their foot on the ground. The energy jets into the earth, and then explodes elsewhere in the area within 25 ft of the user, creating a pillar of scorching flames about 5-6 ft wide. The pillar remains standing and burning for an extra post, hot enough to evaporate water weaker then itself and if one is caught in it can inflict horrific burns all over the body. Over exposure results in death (two posts, afterwards death ensues.) 25 ft is the range the attack can be used from the fighter, and cannot be increased by any other technique.

An Open Flame | Rank E -->D
The user is capable of releasing a large amount of heat from their body. Just by learning this skill makes the user feverishly hot. When used, the surface of the user's skin becomes hot to the touch, as if their skin were a hot iron skillet. It makes touching the user excruciatingly painful. Lasts for 3 posts.

Missile Fury | Rank B --->A
Infusing inferno ki into their fingers, the user fires the ki off of their fingers, all becoming homing missiles. Each blazing energy missile is about the size and shape of a 9mm bullet. These missiles will pursue the target for three posts at the speed of a meteorite skill until colliding with something. Upon collision, each one explodes with the force of a Meteorite.

Meteorite | Rank C
A stronger version of Flame Pitch, the user creates a bigger ball of condensed energy and fire, about the size of a a beach ball and fires it faster than its predecessor, taking on the appearance of a meteorite. The impact is strong enough to carry a person through the air until it reaches its limit and slams into the ground or into an obstacle and exploding with concussive force of a C4 explosion. The meteorite is extremely inaccurate at long range. (Flame Pitch prerequisite.)

razieltheprince

Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:16 pm

shut up hamlet

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

Greed grunted as the bullets each struck against his backside. While painful, he continued on and still managed to land both hits; although apparently energy blades stabbing through her abdomen were of no important matter to Red.He hastily removed invisible blades from her body and turned to face the woman as she stomped. Instantaneously, the demon felt unimaginably hot flames sear against his back, forcing him forwards as Red came lunged at his belly. The blazing hot sword rushed forwards, whilst Greed's left arm moved to intercept the thrust at her forearm. He was not quick enough to completely stop the stab however, and hissed as he felt the first few inches of the red hot weapon sear it's way into his washboard stomach. Sweat dripped freely from the demon's straining brow as he steadily forced the blade out of him, the overwhelming heat coming from both Red, the flames behind him, and the air around him pushing the demon to his limit. Her skin made his palm sear, but he knew that if he let go there would be nothing stopping that blade from inserting itself into his abs with the rest of it's length. soon enough the blade exited his body. as soon as this happened, Greed put some fancy footwork into play... or as Alex called it; dancing. Ducking to the side whilst simaltaneously moving forward the demon would vanish from sight to the side of Red, passing by the Feral woman. The combat booted foot closest to her body stomped outwards at the side of her kneecap as his body paralleled hers, attempting to buckle and break the leg as he finished passing her by. Letting momentum carry him a few meters away, the demon would turn to face his captain once more. From his left hand erupted an incredibly long whip of fire. the Diabolus gave his best to ignore the cauterized stab wound, Greed lashed the dreadful line of flames forward at Red, attempting to bite into her with the trail of flames before pulling it back, winding up and throwing the lash forward again. Demonic energy began to buildand curdle within his taxed muscular frame once more, threatening to engulf him and swallow everything as is he struggled to contain it from spilling over... for now.
((Used: Bone block, passing goodbye, fire lashes,Phantom Feint ))

Bone Block-B
A student, will block an attack with his shins/forearms by: If facing an armed opponent, instead of blocking the blade, they will catch the opponent at the forearm, hurting the opponent. It’s essentially the same if blocking an unarmed foe.

Passing Goodbye
Rank: C
Description: As the user passes by an opponent's side he strikes the side of their leg with a quick and powerful stomp. This will break the opponent's leg instantly, and because it is done as such a close range it is nearly impossible to dodge in time or predict unless they were staring down at the user's feet.

Phantom Feint
Rank: E
Description: This is the most basic but necessary move to all Jujitsu masters. The idea is that as an opponent thrusts themselves at you in close range, you move to make it seem like you're moving forward while in actuality you sweep over to their side. When done properly it would appear to the opponent that you'd vanished completely, if only for a moment, giving you the opportunity to strike or grab them from the side.

Fire Lashes
Rank: B
Requires: Fire whip
Description: An extension of the Fire Whip, you can create a long lash of Fire, and bring them down on their enemies, or several lashes to envelop an area in flames. A range of ten meters for long ones or three meters for several short ones.

Theme song

• Strength: 13
• Speed: 8 (tail has a speed of 10)
• Energy: 450

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:06 pm

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It was a calm calamity that the flames engulfed, continuing to course through hollow veins. He pushed back, as she knew he would. Once the struggle was broke he disappeared, only to come up beside of her and slam his boot against her knee. Normally it was a weak point and would snap her leg into a nice ninety-degree angle, ah that pain must be thrilling. Surely. She rolled her eyes, tobacco edges showing as they pooled around the fiery points at their centers. It made her stumble, turning in the rubble and debris as a hand caught the back of a bolted seat. Her right hand extended into the air and his whip lashed at it.

Sizzzzzz~

There was a smell of burning hide, a revolting stench and beneath her skin turned black. The demon wasn't done, pulling back to flay her once more. She couldn't avoid the blow, but she could make it well worth the damage. Except with each arch, she crawled over the seat, creeping closer in stutter-like stop motions of a spider, grinning wickedly. Fingers quickly bent, contorted, cracked loudly one at a time with a satisfying alloy snap of anticipation.

Taking each smack of his whip except to her face, those flashes spanned the top of a shoulder. He'd notice bits of flesh coming away, this was her carapace flaking off and leaving the steel form still in tack. The deadly vixen edged closer, not enough to be upon him once more, but stopping about 2 meters back.

Red's head tilted, considering each with a twisted, mischievous smile.

Then she pushed out her energy that had been building up and directed a palm at him that normally would be a sign of surrender, a white flag to stop.

"Wait!"

The feral never did though, it was 200mph for her, life was lived in the fast lane and she wasn't planning to slow down now. Or any time soon. He'd have the full force of it, enough chi to make him pass out for a few minutes. All he'd see of her is a brilliant burning pillar behind the perched, darkened shadow that was being engulfed in flames.

[Activated: Heat Wave, Steel Form 5/10, Fighter's spirit 5/10, Speed 5/5, Awakening 5/10, Nail and Teeth, An Open Flame 3/3, Chi Block 3/5, Carapace 2/2]

[Used: Chi Sense, Carapace, Gentle Shutdown, Shield of Flames B]

Gentle Shutdown
Rank: A
Description: User molds chi into their palms and then sends an invisible wave of energy towards an opponent. The energy washes over their body and causes them to instantly pass out. This technique requires two posts to mold up enough energy to use, and will only cause a knock out within 5 meters of the user and in only one direction. Anything outside of that range may make an opponent dizzy but that's about it.

Blazing Pillar | Rank B
Building up burning energy in the user's leg, the user stomps their foot on the ground. The energy jets into the earth, and then explodes elsewhere in the area within 25 ft of the user, creating a pillar of scorching flames about 5-6 ft wide. The pillar remains standing and burning for an extra post, hot enough to evaporate water weaker then itself and if one is caught in it can inflict horrific burns all over the body. Over exposure results in death (two posts, afterwards death ensues.) 25 ft is the range the attack can be used from the fighter, and cannot be increased by any other technique.

An Open Flame | Rank E -->D
The user is capable of releasing a large amount of heat from their body. Just by learning this skill makes the user feverishly hot. When used, the surface of the user's skin becomes hot to the touch, as if their skin were a hot iron skillet. It makes touching the user excruciatingly painful. Lasts for 3 posts.

Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:52 pm

razieltheprince

shut up hamlet

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

A wicked smile drew across the Diabolus's face as he felt the whip bite into Red. Again and again it struck and sizzled, cracking against bone and undead flesh undiscriminately. Though the sight of her climbing across the wooden planked seats was odd and something never seen before, it was not anything nearly enough to make him faulter in the fiery and hellish onslaught. Arm pulling back to flog the feral once more, demonic eyes narrowed and the dreadful whip dissipated as his arm stopped just above his head. Greed lowered the muscular limb, his evil smile instantaneously morphing into one of self assured triumph. "So since you surrendered, that means I wi-" Alas he would never get to finish his arrogant victory speech. It all happened too fast, pretty much all at once. He had taken a step towards his captain, and the bloody red seas in his eyesockets rolled completely back into his head, his ebony tail drooping lower and lower until it dragged against the ground. Denim clad legs buckled underneath the demonic warrior, and as his combat booted foot touched the ground in the next step he would tumble forward face first. The tanned forehead smashed against a chair, cracking and shattering the seat as steel hard skin met wood. For several minutes all he could do was lay there, completely unaware of his surroundings. Who turned out the lights?

Theme song

• Strength: 13
• Speed: 8 (tail has a speed of 10)
• Energy: 450

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:34 pm

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Red grit and tear and toil, below the caterwaul line of the world's whispering tresses, made trim and trickery proper. She was stitched into the etchings of the borders of the vellum itself, tattooed upon the bones of reality in this rambunctious, accordion span of brief, terrible existence.

A trivial ego fragmented in it's jigsaw exile breathed alive. Rambunction abounded, akin to chimes on stone in this windstorm world.

Like a phoenix from ash, she stood on the back of a seat, the wood groaning but holding. Unbeknownst to the demon that it was Eve that betrayed the son of God, even though she was born of his rib...to take word of a serpent was to become one in kind. The vale of one's mind bled with thought, incited by the wretched hive of scum and villainy of this anarchist catalog list of Nocturne's life that approved the color to begin with. Red. Insane and commanding with her chaotic composure of balances and tribunes holding the knitting of the name together. Like many others in this presently passing pastel Picasso, the letters of the name flew by like a whisper on the wind. A title that was all at once familiar, forgettable and flayed apart into places well beyond the reach of sensation.

She would not abandon her fellow comrade, pitch fingers gripped muscle and hosted him up onto her back. His arms dangling over each shoulder, centering his lulling cheek against the fiery mane of his Captain. They say if you are feeling froggy, then leap, ********. So she did, there was no mistaking the echoing sounds of bone fractionating and yet, she was manipulating, strengthening it in bounds. Boots slammed against the ground of the Colosseum floor, in a heavy stroll she propped him against the fallen pillar and was sure to straighten him up like some play thing that little girl's make and mold to their liking. The doll had very few friends and wasn't accustomed to conducting himself in a very friendly manner towards anyone, but they had mutual interests, didn't they? They could use one another. This would be a beneficial co-existence, an equation for success. Red would sooner covet Greed as a useful tool than treat him like a creature with emotions, a human.

Like the clown fish and the anemone, yes.
Like the flower and the bee.

The feral's fingertips slid from Greed's jaw and came to rest, thoughtfully, on her own chin as she took him in. Red looked him over, brow furrowing with a calculative stare. Born and truss, woke wild and worn, sworn to the world in awake to slake that empty thirst in her endless composure of thought.

"In what world would you ever beat me? You tried though and you lived, that deserves a reward."

Words fell upon deaf ears, he was still a slumbering fool.

The woman rose, walking back to the entrance to pluck up the case and bottles to only come back to the pillar. Placing the crate between the twain, Red seated herself.

She would focus, finding some inner requiem to induce healing of already deaden makeup. It reminded her of all that was unknown;

The distant burning stars whose grandeur was beyond measure.
The unfathomable symmetry of nature that man desperately tried to understand, harness and control.
The brilliant simplicity of life.

Of birth, Alpha. Of death, Omega.

And of suffering, which tarried in between.

Then it was done, twin crimson moons, gleaming and distant, looked over at the fighter, smiling as she plucked up the bottle of Fireball Whiskey. Liquor did nothing for her, a body whose in take only let it fester and bacteria to cultivate enough that the bile was putrid, acidic and flammable. Perhaps the parasite would feed off of it, she surely would not.

"Hey Asshat, wake the ******** up. You don't have time to fall asleep on the job."

The tone hard but in jest, a grin curling as she poised the bottles edge to slick lips and partook in the rich, blistering drink that she'd never feel; neither the quench of or the burn.

razieltheprince

Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 9:01 pm

shut up hamlet

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Expert
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

...on the job. The last words from her provocative and teasing statement rang through her comrade's mind, closed lids sliding up and revealing a set of dazed lanterns. "Dim Mak." was all he said for a moment, before he looked down at the beer crate. The dazed and frustrated look couldn't help but allow a glint of happiness to usher its way through at the thought of getting drunk. A lithe ebony serpent surged forward, ensnaring a single bottle and popping the cap off with the sharpened spade. The drink was raised idky to his lips and he would swallow nearly the entire thing before breakin the bottle with his tail, grimacing slightly as the pain of his burns finally began to kick back in. His back was a raging inferno still, black blood seeping through charred crags of steel hard skin. And even though the stab to his gut was cauterized, it was still agonizing. Bloody spotlights were shuttered once more as the demon began to meditate. As always, he shut out all distractions. He attempted to clear his mind and focus on relieving his burns and wounds. A mental picture of the Diabolus and his seraph made it's way into his minds eye as he meditated. They were waist deep in ocean water and she had missed the scar from Mr. Chan's energy shell, making it completely dissapear. The image was only there for a moment, but it was enough to make the serious and concentrated face pass on a small smile. Eventually the wounds and pain were gone, though as always he couldnt get rid of all the scars. They were there as a reminder that even an armor clad fire slingin' bamf such as himself wasn't as invincible as he thought he was. "Okay this is gonna sound cheesy, but i'm pretty sure I just learned a lesson here." He began as eyes opened, and it was not long before razor talons were wrapped around yet another bottle neck. He took a draft nearly as large as the first before continuing. "The next time somebody tries to surrender, i'm puttin' my ********' tail through their skull. Or rippin' off their arms or legs, or maybe I can gouge out some eyeballs." He said in an extremely passive tone, almost as if he was talking about traffic on the way to work or some other mundane subject. If this was the real deal, I could be dead right now... Alex could be dead right now. And she would have absolutely no way around it. he finished the beer before setting it down, resisting the urge to smash another bottle. After these two beers, Greed moved on to the bottle of whiskey Red had left on the ground and eagerly drank. Whiskey was Greed's choice over anything; even water. He didn't drink it as often as he liked, but boy did he sure like to drink it. "Sooo, anything happen in Luimira since I left? What was the deal with those little ugly ********? I had to gut one for these boots." he proclaimed with a chuckle before the rim of the bottle met eager lips once more, alcohol cascading into the demon's belly and giving him a fiery warmth that enveloped his entire body. The demon quickly changed subjects, deciding it was best to get his mind off of unneeded subjects. He had learned his lesson, and that is what was important.
((used: Mind over Matter))

Theme song

• Strength: 13
• Speed: 8 (tail has a speed of 10)
• Energy: 400

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:23 am

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Words became flesh from the written void of his statements. By their very nature, the being before him could have disappeared at the first presentation of a rhetorical declaration brought into existence. Whence wrought the word be spoken of her derelict presence within the Vellum, there was none for reason or choice to direct. The written language was the approximation of a measurement in time to stay or sway or change as none but the surveyors saw put. She was Lust's compass... But no more than the motherly sin was hers. Living meant life for those alive, but there was more to trespass against than such a simple concept here.

Were she aware of such a thing as what had become of her... It would mean nothing in the wake of the view. The world rippled like a canvas in the wind of reality around them. Flailing in the musical hurricane that sung the words into all the reaches of this new and breathing time. A reverberating choir of nuclear passion combusted the way to be shown in an apocalyptic deluge of crimson writing as the words repeated. Endlessly repeating. Looping. Faster and faster till the billowed sail of the world burst like eardrums.

Her form had lost in translation. It had been destroyed by her very hands and now, she had been altered, molded into a better form. As though the old world which had so completely denied the presence of her human remembrance that had brought her here... was gone.

The next time somebody tries to surrender...

Now she was the THING that did not fit.

The anarchy of the mire of the cataclysm abounding between her fingers drew lines in the fabric of her being. Dissecting with a surgeons patience. Dismantling and reassembling without the slightest sensation to her. She would never be the same, changed upon the world with a brand in written word.

... I just learned a lesson..

It flayed her from the prison of a physical being. The completion and the composure would clear from the construction of a form. No pain. No fear. It was at best a change in pace. Destruction was not this. This was a rewiring of reality. Of time. She returned from a sojourn in a blink... Only gone for a millenia or two. Rewired and written back to the point when his questions were about to be spoken.

Delicate fingers glided into smoldering tangerine tresses, twirling the strands once, twice, thrice, as she watched him hypothesize the what could have been, that past and present, until now he rested with the future. His icy, calculative stare was met with one of lax amusement, with a knowing smirk to boot.

"Sorry to s**t on your windshield,..." her fingers parted, causing those coiled hairs to glide free like falling silk. "...but I'm glad you got the point. You maim them, or kill, either way, you need to make sure they surrender and not get up to walk away from it. So I hope, next time, that you do exactly what you have said." Her other hand stared at the swirling liquid, a whirlpool forming at its center before she took another large swig. "Not anything out of the usual. Some threat that was taken down, blessed from the powers that be and all that hoo-rahhh bullshit." Words smacked like a whip, cracking from the double edged tongue like fire that flared to life from a shotgun. "Sometimes it seems so pantomime."

The redhead shed the charred leather jacket, exposing the clinging tank top that fitted her form nicely, exposing the scars that riddled the feral from some past life unknown to even her.

She rose, a smile tugged at her maw like that of a maddened antichrist; a deliciously dark appeal.

"What exactly do you want out of this life, Greed? Is it a thing? Money, riches, a crown? A person? A lover? A significant other?" There was a spark in her eye, she knew more than was let on...a lot more and the inclinations toyed, waiting for the thoughts to bloom and ripen until they were sweet and juice would dribble from a chin. Bingo.

razieltheprince

Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:29 am

shut up hamlet

Greed

The Devil's Advocate

• Rank: Expert
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:

Feared
Exalted
Evil?

"You... looked defenseless. I have to remember that you can't feel any ********' pain. But yeah... next time, somebody's losin' a foot. Or a hand. Maybe their face if i'm in a bad mood." He said with a chuckle, before raising the whiskey jug to his lips again. For several moments the demon would do nothing but drink... and drink. and drink. God damn, that whiskey tasted good. The demon rolled his eyes when Red mentioned 'powers that be.' Sure, he was a demon. He knew there was a hell. But the holiest thing he had seen in life was his wife's divine a**, so he didn't believe in a higher power. Just the evil and twisted one that had placed him here. "Vangelist, Vaet Nocturnum, whatever the ******** the fish people's believe in... They all just need to realize how god damn stupid it is to sit there and thank somebody for the s**t they did by themselves." The demon stated in a blunt tone. Still, Red continued on. Money? Of course he always wanted money. A crown? It wasn't at the top of his list, but the devil man would snatch up a kingdom by it's reigns if he ever got the chance he supposed. A signifcant other... He couldn't help but allow another image of his angel to pop into his head, one of the heaven sent temptress on top of him in a sheer tank top. delicate ivory fingers splayed out against his bare pectorals with her characteristic 'come get me' face written all over fine and perfectly sculpted features. The image was a flash in the pan, but it was enough for Greed to avert his bloody gaze from the captain's own coppery hues momentarily. He covered up the reaction surprisingly well, busying himself with another long sip from the glass container. "Somebody asked me a similar question once... So i'll give you a similar answer. I just wanna be stronger. Constantly stronger. past the point where i'm on par with the best out there, until I can tell them to ******** off, and make 'em piss their pants in fear when i'm angry. What do I want out of this life? I wanna be 'that guy' that nobody thinks of crossin'. Maybe then all these dumbasses will leave me the ******** alone." The words rolled off his tongue in a tone as blunt as the last, and though while they were technically the truth; they were only half of the truth. The only part of the truth he felt like divulging anyways. Greed decided it wasn't a wise move telling too many people about Alex. Sure, he didn't mind showing her off. But she was his weakness; a sort of string that somebody could tug and pull the demon involuntarily by if they so desired. After all... why would Red even give two ******** about who he slept with? "What about you? What do you want out of this life?" He asked, eager to change the subject from his desires. It was a genuine habit of his, catching a question and curving it right back around to the sender.

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• Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 540

"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."

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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:39 am

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It was strange, in that moment the childish, innocent words that dribbled from his flavored tongue. It made her stop and lower to him, descending swiftly until she was crouched before him, knees bent like she was still perched on a stoop. Scarred branches relaxed on their leather ledges.

"I am never defenseless. You could have ripped off my arms and legs and I'd still be."

Not a single ******** to give for the backways, or the hardships of this godforsaken place... There was no hero left in her tired body to save or care or hope or pray for their dumbasses. She felt aged by the weight of her mind's baggage. Not so much the bag that she constantly scowled at for it's hideous flowers and the smell of it's rosey perfume that gagged her more than the stink all around...

But there was Alistair.

The very thought of him being with her meant more than it's weight in her mind. It meant the burden of it's existence with him.

She chased the thought away with a silent curse.

Such a sensation became at the brink of the bank of the horizon shore.
Watching into the higher, lower reaches of the moment.
To the world.
To beyond.
To.

The happenings below.

A building.
A war.
A recurrence.

Familiar.

Those flashlights of faintest ivory light blinked out and simmered back again... The silhouette of It's precise shape and structure unclear in the inky, watery, stinky surround.

"I like your standards, they aimed pretty high...Don't you think, Greed?"

Spoken like... Nothing that could be understood as a singular voice. Like a dream of a voice; a vocal mirage. He monologued some more, and Red patiently waited, even lifted her dark eyebrows slightly in mock interest.

"Your secret is safe with me," a sickeningly sweet fill of words as his looked taken back, listening to what could not be heard. She bit her lip, grinning so hard her face almost split like an open throat.

"You are precious, aren't you?"

She punctuated his words with sharp howl of laughter, an audience of laughter in fact. A mirage of foreign voices all cackling wildly at the same time, streaming from her smiling, parted lips as she titled back her head. It died down just enough to allow her to speak.

Red sighed like a knowing parent, wiping one from her dazzling vermillion eye with the edge of her forefinger.

"Let's make her real shall we?" Her voice was strangely duel-toned, wildly unnatural and demonic....for some it was off-putting, yet it struck others as beautiful. Two harmonized voices danced from her lips and seemed to vibrate the air, thick as the lingering debris. She searched his gaze for a moment, as if unsure of whether or not he really wanted to know. In a turn, not a tilt, but a slow, drawn out turn...Red, or at least it resembled her, looked to the right and made his 'angel' real. Of course, this was only an illusion but the shapely curves and flawless face were there. Platinum strands ruffled in a dusty breeze along with the sheer tank top that quaked against barren snowy pillars. A porcelain mask of I need you spelled out in the whispering tawny gazes. She would drop to hands and knees, the loose top drooping to give ample view of divine curvity, a stark form that was warm and wanting.

The being before him grinned mischievously, going from the creatures face to his, a voyeur gawking at his pornographic imagery as his passion seemed to over run. What a glorious show. Though the curtains would close just as his lover drew in close enough to touch him, her illusionary form disappearing into the nothingness to which she was born form. Back into the putrid womb of Red's mind.

What about you? What do you want out of this life?

One palm cradled her chin, while the other reached down and made designs idly in the dirt. Her eyes were as dark and bloody as war. The verbiage from those lips bit like an adder to the a**, she forgave him with a nod and a twitch and a shrug.

Greed just didn't get it. In all reality, he probably never would and Red was not one for tryouts. It violated her, felt like a ******** inquisition.

But she asked for it...

"I am as I am and what I want is boundless."

A creature of a mystifying darkness that permeated the very air around her.

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