My RP Character:
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Name: Thorne
Alias(s): Legion, Haex, Thorne, Drunkle, Higher LaCour
Age: Ageless
Race: Fallen Deity/Artiodactyla Therianthrope(lower body/cloven hooves)
Canidae Therianthrope (only when using Aghast and Empyreal Soul, his head forms as the American coyote/jackal), "Cybernetic assistance"
Other Notes on "Race": After suffering severe degradation via his own life blood further mutating, Legion's full torso was eroded to the extent of needing a type of implantation. Based on being great friends and allies with the LaCours and both Loxiques, 'zeke, Lula, and Absolon worked together to fashion Legion a new torso. Darkmatter Generators to power and further fuel inherent Arcana producing without need the lone use of Tempest, also increasing it's based output by several thousand levels.
Height: 7'10"
Weight: 299lbs
Full Appearance(s):
Demonic Aspection
Final Arcanas
Lucid Familiar (pet-like companion)[Named Baal]
Weapon(s):
Anguish
(Nodachi)
This six foot, silver blade was constructed from Iisiire, the stronger substance unknown to humankind and lesser demon/angel/creature kind. It can create a massive force with each strike, depending on the speed and striking force used. It's name was giving to it after a small child, named Tiris, died from the "Luciferian Rampant". It's lashed to his lower back to be drawn upon by his right hand.
Miidian
(An Ashen Pitchfork Belonging To His Imprisoned Twin Brother)
It's name, Miidian, came from Lucifer's love interest in the earliest years of Sheol's existence, spanning the several billion years of it's life. Lucifer had sought this woman for many, endless years before finally obtaining her. After many faithful and blissful years, she was stricken with Taas. A deadly virus in which turns it's host into a black sand. After the sorrow filled mind of Lucifer began it's steady degradation, he brought all the sands of his lost love together and created this powerful Pitchfork which killed many before he was killed by his twin. This damned weapon grants Thorne the power to control his own sand-like blood as he was inflicted with Taas after destroying Sheol. Miidian's soul, in pure, is hosted in the fork's crimson eye, forever to watch over all. As for the weapon sidings of Miidian, it's mostly used for show, having no further power than controlling the Taas. To control Taas, it merely needs to be on his person. Miidian being collapsible, that's no feat.
Taas:
Literally meaning "Shifting Black Sands", Legion has no blood, only Taas as a lifeblood. Due to the unstable and unknown nature/effects of Taas, as it were, once a wound is inflicted, no healing is needed.
How it was inflicted(Alternate theory; how Miidian was made):
Legion once sought methods to restrain the very soul of his lost brother's lover. Crafting a beautiful, yet dangerous weapon(a scepter) to do so, he searched for Miidian's soul in tandem with chanting various hymns meant to protect oneself from loosing sanity, as if that were possible. Once her soul was found, Legion fought to draw it into the weapon's eye. As the tainted soul whirled about the scepter, the very creation meant to house and control her soul began to twist and mutate as if it a living being. The once beautiful scepter, now falling apart as a black sand, fell into dust. And her soul, still spinning about himself like a banshee, corrupted Legion to the point of nearly becoming sand himself. With one last hymn, he saved himself at a price. The sands with meant to kill him, became to reason he lives, eternally writhing in his veins.
Miidian as a weapon:
Aside from it's obvious use, being a bladed pitchfork; each tong is razor'd sharp on either side, Miidian is used as a conjunction with Tempest, The unclear use of said weapon is the same system as Anthanos, chained at the vastly long hilt, once more; connected at each linking by pulsing Arcana.
This is Legion's main weapon as it's always on hand.
Tempest
(Left-worn Gauntlet)
Tempest is a most odd type of armor and weapon. Almost fully integrated into the anatomy of Legion's left hand. Tempest is most used for defense IE: blocking strike his wielded blade cannot, and gripping the attacking blade. It's attacking properties are deadly, indeed, as Arcana can be enhanced through Tempest itself.
Anthanos
(Chained Great Sword)
This wicked blade is a true force to be reckoned with. A massive great sword at 6'5" and that weighs near 800 pounds. It is not it's hear size and astonishing power when wielded that gives this blade its killing power, it's the mere fact of it holding a few devastating secrets. Chosen sizable portions of the blade can become "severed" from it's whole but still as part of the weapon, becoming a chain-like blade. The size of the portions are chose upon depending on the length needed; from about the size of 1/16th to about the width of a High-G sting on a piano. Another is that each portion is not held by a chain but, the Arcana that Legion willingly uses and can easily form, giving Anthanos it's true power.
Xi
Like all of Thorne's arms(save Anguish and Tempest; clearly) Xi is chained to a central point on his person, coursing constant Arcana from a wellspout: a place on Legion's lower back from which Arcana is constantly exhausted, like X-ray fuming from a blackhole. The blade portion, itself, is nearly translucent, rune etched for aesthetics merely. The smaller blade on the blade-end is used as a weapon and guilded guard, chained as well via Adamantite, Arcana-imbued, for more variations in attacking
Ability(s): The Use Of "Arcana", All Six Elements Condensed Into One Element, Making The Count Of Seven; Air, Fire, Earth, Water, Darkness, Light(Holy), And Arcana
Due To The Constant Presence Of Arcana About Legion, His Weapons Are Able To Draw In Minuscule Amounts Of Energy From His Surroundings At All Times, Not For Healing((doesn't trust in healing, as it wastes time and energy)) But For The Loosing Of Said Energy In Small Ranged Strikes
Fighting Style(s): Drunken Boxing, Muay Thai Boxing, Greco-Roman Hand-To-Hand Combat, Capoeira(Dance Fighting), Bushido
Attacks: None That Are Truly Structured. Diverse in Arcana, The Seven Elements(As He Created Said Ability). Arcana Appears In The Colour Of Silver. It's Weakest Form Appears To Be Raw Arcs Of Plasma. The Stronger Form, As Delicate Ribbons. The Strongest Can Only Be Seen As Weapons, Made Into The Shape Of One But, With Increased Power. It's Possible To Combine Arcana And Weaponry For Much More Powerful Strike. When Pushed Much Further, As In A Blood Lusting Rage, The Arcana Forms A Weapon That Resembles A Khopesh, Amplifying Legion's Damage Capabilities
Subsequent Notions(Abilities that are inwardly inherent, not needed to have full explanations.)
:;:Aghast:;:
This, coupled with the Taas affliction, drives Legion's sandlike blood deeper into his system, forcing a mutation on a massive level(not changing his visual appearance). Increasing his own QCC damage levels literally of the scales.
:;:Empyreal Soul:;:
This is just a conjuration. A mere leveling to increase the natural production of the Wellspouted Arcana which a few weapons may be anchored to. The output is amplified by 600%
"I saw full face of the menstrual Hectate
Four and forty virgins take the form of the gate
It is the key inside me it is the glyph of vision
To have a god within, under the name of Legion"
Long have the utterings of the damned been my home, my solace in pleasurable casting. Ne'er meant to be lax by "HIS" laws. He was only my creator. Never more will he torment me. Nary his slaves be one to delve into m home to bother me with threats of staying in Damnation, as He saw it, longer than was originally planned. My name, rather the name that your God gave me, is Michael, The name I have earned by my own right, through many situations and nameless, ageless wars and brutal blood-spillings, is Legion Thorne. My story will ne'er end as I am the most perfect creation God, my so-called father, would have ever hope it to be. Perfect based on endless power, infinite wisdom, never-ending intelligence, and a bottomless soul. I can drink a river dry and not burst. I can fast for millions of years and not die. Yes, I am evil based on a blind man's views. Evil has no conception, true conception, of human will, be it. There is no evil. No true evil. I have earned said "evil" title by having done horrid things out of needless desire. The desire to live as I so wish to. Enough of my ramblings. The story of how I cam to be begins now.
In the book, it was clearly stated that Earth was created in seven days. This is honestly true, as a megalomaniac tab seems to spread each time it's preached. "Earth was created in six days and, on the seventh, 'He' rested." This day was Sunday. But...He began resting on Sunday, lasting until Tuesday. This day, I was born, for the lack of a better term. He used so much energy to create me, in tandem, two being were made. Michael and his twin Lucifer. Lucifer was considered a prize creation, being beautiful, greater, the true morningstar. I was merely an Arch Angel, a warrior, never to decide for myself, weilding a blazing greatsword to entrap the souls of the damned and wicked. I never once questioned my "father". The bible was correct about many occurances of the elder days, just not any that an intelligent and philosophical mind would think of as truth.
Lucifer, ever the willing creation, bent of serving his creator. Such was he that did he what I could not for so long. He stepped before our father and asked him in an honestly tone of voice. "Father, why doest thou think me of a lesser being? Can I not be your equal...your finest creation to be at your side instead of beneath your almighty and commanding hands?" For his insulance, he was smoted. Never to be heard of again. Seeing this, I smiled, thinking I would no be favoured. But my ideals died as quickly as my foolish brother had. Instead of looking to me to take my brother's place, the Creator made more like me. More blind than I, more complacent and ne'er questioning. These were truly perfect in the eyes of God. He was never my father, only my facilitator in what I would have to do to stay his terrible hand.
"O, my father, my glorious creator. What is your bidding, whom is the next ripe for reclaimation of damned soul?" Without a word I knew of my next task. I was to kill a father of four, a simple task. The reason I did not was out of logic. The father had not done anything wrong in the present. I was to kill him based on a future sin. The sin of making his sons commit a vile crime. The desicration of their sleeping mother while he watched in self gratification, I hesitated in this act, wond'ring why I was to kill based on a Sin which not happened yet. For doing so, I was chained to the four corners of the father's house while I watched them burn...immolate unto death. What I did was painful to myself, but right in the end. My flesh became charred, scarred to be forever pitch. Never being able to not be seen drove me into insanity. The inane utterings of a mad being, being droven to the very brink of madness by one whom should protect me! IT FILLS ME WITH RAGE! Heh, never again will I try for acceptance.
The moments passed as if more slowly than sand, filling an endless sea of desolate desert. I searched far and wide for any trace of what I saw as beauty. I did find it, or rather I found her, but that is a story for later on.
Whispers, the endless whisperings of evil and good. Eternal battles. One side against another. Preachers and blasphemers. All comical in their own right. No one will ever know of the truth of what things really are. The still whisper of nameless fears. One called Satan, The Devil, El Diablo. Lucifer, the once perfect creation. They saw him as the first and only to question God. To vie for power and be greater. ******** fools and their idealologies of rightousness. As long as lies are spewn, though of as truth, I can never stand on my own to correct them. Only I and He knowns of the truth. Only my father and I.
You may think me insane for this crock, as you might say. I swear on my fell soul, I s**t you not. So many idiots choose not to question based on the fear of damnation. Damnation is Life alone. We are all alone. Couples living in wedded bliss. Even still, living with one another, never reaching that true level of mindless, numb-of-mouth thing called marriage. Love...is truly fickle. Once I heard of how happy it was to make someone, I thought I shhould try my hand in the futility. Countless times I've tried and let them die. Dying because of the fear of what I am. My luck stopped one night. The false prophets birthday....the supposed son of God. The year was 10AD, just a mere ten years after Jesus Christ became a follower of his father's, footsteps. Honest work. I met her at a celebration in Greece. Word had just reached ears of the empire at the time and only one ne'er cheered at the newbourn "savior". Aryana. Just saying her perfect name makes my lips numb with happiness. Such is the beautiful melody of a perfect Aria. Absynthe would ne'er quench my black soul such as her love can. She is one of the only living creatures whom love me for whom I am. The only other few are those whom see me as kin, as a sibling. One sees me as a twin, as a blood traitor, still a beloved brother. The last sees me as a confidant and brother as well.These three are the only I ever care for in this Hell called life and reality. Hex, Kilos, Aryana. These loved people will stay my death by their own hands before thinking of themselves in the least.
Have you enjoyed my story? Regardless if you have or not, logic says, if you're reading this...you cared enough to see it through, casting aside liking and/or hatred.
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Name: Thorne
Alias(s): Legion, Haex, Thorne, Drunkle, Higher LaCour
Age: Ageless
Race: Fallen Deity/Artiodactyla Therianthrope(lower body/cloven hooves)
Canidae Therianthrope (only when using Aghast and Empyreal Soul, his head forms as the American coyote/jackal), "Cybernetic assistance"
Other Notes on "Race": After suffering severe degradation via his own life blood further mutating, Legion's full torso was eroded to the extent of needing a type of implantation. Based on being great friends and allies with the LaCours and both Loxiques, 'zeke, Lula, and Absolon worked together to fashion Legion a new torso. Darkmatter Generators to power and further fuel inherent Arcana producing without need the lone use of Tempest, also increasing it's based output by several thousand levels.
Height: 7'10"
Weight: 299lbs
Full Appearance(s):
Demonic Aspection
Final Arcanas
Lucid Familiar (pet-like companion)[Named Baal]
Weapon(s):
Anguish
(Nodachi)
This six foot, silver blade was constructed from Iisiire, the stronger substance unknown to humankind and lesser demon/angel/creature kind. It can create a massive force with each strike, depending on the speed and striking force used. It's name was giving to it after a small child, named Tiris, died from the "Luciferian Rampant". It's lashed to his lower back to be drawn upon by his right hand.
Miidian
(An Ashen Pitchfork Belonging To His Imprisoned Twin Brother)
It's name, Miidian, came from Lucifer's love interest in the earliest years of Sheol's existence, spanning the several billion years of it's life. Lucifer had sought this woman for many, endless years before finally obtaining her. After many faithful and blissful years, she was stricken with Taas. A deadly virus in which turns it's host into a black sand. After the sorrow filled mind of Lucifer began it's steady degradation, he brought all the sands of his lost love together and created this powerful Pitchfork which killed many before he was killed by his twin. This damned weapon grants Thorne the power to control his own sand-like blood as he was inflicted with Taas after destroying Sheol. Miidian's soul, in pure, is hosted in the fork's crimson eye, forever to watch over all. As for the weapon sidings of Miidian, it's mostly used for show, having no further power than controlling the Taas. To control Taas, it merely needs to be on his person. Miidian being collapsible, that's no feat.
Taas:
Literally meaning "Shifting Black Sands", Legion has no blood, only Taas as a lifeblood. Due to the unstable and unknown nature/effects of Taas, as it were, once a wound is inflicted, no healing is needed.
How it was inflicted(Alternate theory; how Miidian was made):
Legion once sought methods to restrain the very soul of his lost brother's lover. Crafting a beautiful, yet dangerous weapon(a scepter) to do so, he searched for Miidian's soul in tandem with chanting various hymns meant to protect oneself from loosing sanity, as if that were possible. Once her soul was found, Legion fought to draw it into the weapon's eye. As the tainted soul whirled about the scepter, the very creation meant to house and control her soul began to twist and mutate as if it a living being. The once beautiful scepter, now falling apart as a black sand, fell into dust. And her soul, still spinning about himself like a banshee, corrupted Legion to the point of nearly becoming sand himself. With one last hymn, he saved himself at a price. The sands with meant to kill him, became to reason he lives, eternally writhing in his veins.
Miidian as a weapon:
Aside from it's obvious use, being a bladed pitchfork; each tong is razor'd sharp on either side, Miidian is used as a conjunction with Tempest, The unclear use of said weapon is the same system as Anthanos, chained at the vastly long hilt, once more; connected at each linking by pulsing Arcana.
This is Legion's main weapon as it's always on hand.
Tempest
(Left-worn Gauntlet)
Tempest is a most odd type of armor and weapon. Almost fully integrated into the anatomy of Legion's left hand. Tempest is most used for defense IE: blocking strike his wielded blade cannot, and gripping the attacking blade. It's attacking properties are deadly, indeed, as Arcana can be enhanced through Tempest itself.
Anthanos
(Chained Great Sword)
This wicked blade is a true force to be reckoned with. A massive great sword at 6'5" and that weighs near 800 pounds. It is not it's hear size and astonishing power when wielded that gives this blade its killing power, it's the mere fact of it holding a few devastating secrets. Chosen sizable portions of the blade can become "severed" from it's whole but still as part of the weapon, becoming a chain-like blade. The size of the portions are chose upon depending on the length needed; from about the size of 1/16th to about the width of a High-G sting on a piano. Another is that each portion is not held by a chain but, the Arcana that Legion willingly uses and can easily form, giving Anthanos it's true power.
Xi
Like all of Thorne's arms(save Anguish and Tempest; clearly) Xi is chained to a central point on his person, coursing constant Arcana from a wellspout: a place on Legion's lower back from which Arcana is constantly exhausted, like X-ray fuming from a blackhole. The blade portion, itself, is nearly translucent, rune etched for aesthetics merely. The smaller blade on the blade-end is used as a weapon and guilded guard, chained as well via Adamantite, Arcana-imbued, for more variations in attacking
Ability(s): The Use Of "Arcana", All Six Elements Condensed Into One Element, Making The Count Of Seven; Air, Fire, Earth, Water, Darkness, Light(Holy), And Arcana
Due To The Constant Presence Of Arcana About Legion, His Weapons Are Able To Draw In Minuscule Amounts Of Energy From His Surroundings At All Times, Not For Healing((doesn't trust in healing, as it wastes time and energy)) But For The Loosing Of Said Energy In Small Ranged Strikes
Fighting Style(s): Drunken Boxing, Muay Thai Boxing, Greco-Roman Hand-To-Hand Combat, Capoeira(Dance Fighting), Bushido
Attacks: None That Are Truly Structured. Diverse in Arcana, The Seven Elements(As He Created Said Ability). Arcana Appears In The Colour Of Silver. It's Weakest Form Appears To Be Raw Arcs Of Plasma. The Stronger Form, As Delicate Ribbons. The Strongest Can Only Be Seen As Weapons, Made Into The Shape Of One But, With Increased Power. It's Possible To Combine Arcana And Weaponry For Much More Powerful Strike. When Pushed Much Further, As In A Blood Lusting Rage, The Arcana Forms A Weapon That Resembles A Khopesh, Amplifying Legion's Damage Capabilities
Subsequent Notions(Abilities that are inwardly inherent, not needed to have full explanations.)
:;:Aghast:;:
This, coupled with the Taas affliction, drives Legion's sandlike blood deeper into his system, forcing a mutation on a massive level(not changing his visual appearance). Increasing his own QCC damage levels literally of the scales.
:;:Empyreal Soul:;:
This is just a conjuration. A mere leveling to increase the natural production of the Wellspouted Arcana which a few weapons may be anchored to. The output is amplified by 600%
"I saw full face of the menstrual Hectate
Four and forty virgins take the form of the gate
It is the key inside me it is the glyph of vision
To have a god within, under the name of Legion"
Long have the utterings of the damned been my home, my solace in pleasurable casting. Ne'er meant to be lax by "HIS" laws. He was only my creator. Never more will he torment me. Nary his slaves be one to delve into m home to bother me with threats of staying in Damnation, as He saw it, longer than was originally planned. My name, rather the name that your God gave me, is Michael, The name I have earned by my own right, through many situations and nameless, ageless wars and brutal blood-spillings, is Legion Thorne. My story will ne'er end as I am the most perfect creation God, my so-called father, would have ever hope it to be. Perfect based on endless power, infinite wisdom, never-ending intelligence, and a bottomless soul. I can drink a river dry and not burst. I can fast for millions of years and not die. Yes, I am evil based on a blind man's views. Evil has no conception, true conception, of human will, be it. There is no evil. No true evil. I have earned said "evil" title by having done horrid things out of needless desire. The desire to live as I so wish to. Enough of my ramblings. The story of how I cam to be begins now.
In the book, it was clearly stated that Earth was created in seven days. This is honestly true, as a megalomaniac tab seems to spread each time it's preached. "Earth was created in six days and, on the seventh, 'He' rested." This day was Sunday. But...He began resting on Sunday, lasting until Tuesday. This day, I was born, for the lack of a better term. He used so much energy to create me, in tandem, two being were made. Michael and his twin Lucifer. Lucifer was considered a prize creation, being beautiful, greater, the true morningstar. I was merely an Arch Angel, a warrior, never to decide for myself, weilding a blazing greatsword to entrap the souls of the damned and wicked. I never once questioned my "father". The bible was correct about many occurances of the elder days, just not any that an intelligent and philosophical mind would think of as truth.
Lucifer, ever the willing creation, bent of serving his creator. Such was he that did he what I could not for so long. He stepped before our father and asked him in an honestly tone of voice. "Father, why doest thou think me of a lesser being? Can I not be your equal...your finest creation to be at your side instead of beneath your almighty and commanding hands?" For his insulance, he was smoted. Never to be heard of again. Seeing this, I smiled, thinking I would no be favoured. But my ideals died as quickly as my foolish brother had. Instead of looking to me to take my brother's place, the Creator made more like me. More blind than I, more complacent and ne'er questioning. These were truly perfect in the eyes of God. He was never my father, only my facilitator in what I would have to do to stay his terrible hand.
"O, my father, my glorious creator. What is your bidding, whom is the next ripe for reclaimation of damned soul?" Without a word I knew of my next task. I was to kill a father of four, a simple task. The reason I did not was out of logic. The father had not done anything wrong in the present. I was to kill him based on a future sin. The sin of making his sons commit a vile crime. The desicration of their sleeping mother while he watched in self gratification, I hesitated in this act, wond'ring why I was to kill based on a Sin which not happened yet. For doing so, I was chained to the four corners of the father's house while I watched them burn...immolate unto death. What I did was painful to myself, but right in the end. My flesh became charred, scarred to be forever pitch. Never being able to not be seen drove me into insanity. The inane utterings of a mad being, being droven to the very brink of madness by one whom should protect me! IT FILLS ME WITH RAGE! Heh, never again will I try for acceptance.
The moments passed as if more slowly than sand, filling an endless sea of desolate desert. I searched far and wide for any trace of what I saw as beauty. I did find it, or rather I found her, but that is a story for later on.
Whispers, the endless whisperings of evil and good. Eternal battles. One side against another. Preachers and blasphemers. All comical in their own right. No one will ever know of the truth of what things really are. The still whisper of nameless fears. One called Satan, The Devil, El Diablo. Lucifer, the once perfect creation. They saw him as the first and only to question God. To vie for power and be greater. ******** fools and their idealologies of rightousness. As long as lies are spewn, though of as truth, I can never stand on my own to correct them. Only I and He knowns of the truth. Only my father and I.
You may think me insane for this crock, as you might say. I swear on my fell soul, I s**t you not. So many idiots choose not to question based on the fear of damnation. Damnation is Life alone. We are all alone. Couples living in wedded bliss. Even still, living with one another, never reaching that true level of mindless, numb-of-mouth thing called marriage. Love...is truly fickle. Once I heard of how happy it was to make someone, I thought I shhould try my hand in the futility. Countless times I've tried and let them die. Dying because of the fear of what I am. My luck stopped one night. The false prophets birthday....the supposed son of God. The year was 10AD, just a mere ten years after Jesus Christ became a follower of his father's, footsteps. Honest work. I met her at a celebration in Greece. Word had just reached ears of the empire at the time and only one ne'er cheered at the newbourn "savior". Aryana. Just saying her perfect name makes my lips numb with happiness. Such is the beautiful melody of a perfect Aria. Absynthe would ne'er quench my black soul such as her love can. She is one of the only living creatures whom love me for whom I am. The only other few are those whom see me as kin, as a sibling. One sees me as a twin, as a blood traitor, still a beloved brother. The last sees me as a confidant and brother as well.These three are the only I ever care for in this Hell called life and reality. Hex, Kilos, Aryana. These loved people will stay my death by their own hands before thinking of themselves in the least.
Have you enjoyed my story? Regardless if you have or not, logic says, if you're reading this...you cared enough to see it through, casting aside liking and/or hatred.
