Poser v. Final Aerys

Round 1:

Tyson:

—; Aerys' Current Loadout:


Whether for destruction or salvation, Aerys the 6'3”, 207 lbs Nroa arrived, permeated in a skin tight aura of Nether. Entering the scene with clothes composed from an artificial symbiote, he wore a white V neck underneath a dark purple haori, black combat boots, ivory gloves, and dark navy cargo pants. Albeit possessing a “hyper-mind”, his visage is identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks, an argent strand, and a blindfold around his eyes. Tattooed on his tongue is his DEVA Seal, tattooed on his right pec is the Apex Rex. Upon his wrist was Lorelei, Caxius bracelet, a dormant weapon of the Omega Sanction. A DEVA weapon that only he could wield as a member of the Turalthirum. As creator of the Kirin Force, Nether through his very being enhancing psionic abilities. Using the power that cosmic force provided, Aerys came ready to showcase his fighting abilities which were a combination of speed, psionics, years of training, skills learned from the Dragon clan & Fishman tribe, Zhato (sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending), and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries his custom spacehog and Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, shuriken, and 13mm bullets. Pip also houses dozens of frag grenades, smoke bombs, and flash bangs. Eko metal possesses the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Also deep within the depths of Pip is his sakabatō, Sei-Katta a weapon reforged in Eko and blessed in Axiom Magic. However, his most prized weapon is his almighty regalia: Mjölnir or rather Mjol. A black ring with a dragon's eye as a jewel, held all the powers of the original former Mjölnir as it was reforged from its remnants.


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Ashen clouds gathered in the Heavens, noting the arrival of the Speaker for the Dead himself: Aerys. A mighty gale brought him upon the battlefield atop one of the many plateaus that littered the Garden of the Hesperides. Auric optics surveyed the soon to be battlefield with a frown. Such immaculate greenery with a quaint ambiance, what a shame it would be for this place to be destroyed. That is of course if Aerys' opponent had the audacity to show up for this bout. Until then, the Nroa merely waited in silence, listening to world around him.
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Poser:

Why do things live? Why do things die? And who decides these fates? These questions have stood the test of time amongst both the philosophers of old and scientists of tomorrow. The answer is not a straight forward path rather an experience of the destination. These are not questions to be asked so lightly amongst the living, not even the dead have come to a conclusion of it. The living and the dead in any life search for same thing... Purpose. Neither can find it without the other, but how can the dead and the living possibly bend the lore of heaven and Earth and meet to find a common sooth? Meditating on this becomes a wise man's life essence, for when he finally bares witness to the answer, he'll achieve Transcended Duality governed by Yin and Yang.

#Supposedly he has transcended duality with his Yin & Yang understanding.

Prometheus had spent many years with this question in mind and through his patience he'd achieved and opened two of the three gates of Balance; internal peace and internal turmoil, Chaos and Order, the perception of both Life And Death. This had brought him great strife in life never being able to choose between the two.

# Character has a skill 3 gates of Balance and can supposedly open two of them.

He set patiently in wait for his trail, an incoming force he'd foreseen. His Blind eyes could see many beautiful things, and some horrifying beyond reason in the fabric of creation and had made peace with each. But what his eyes could never foresee was his own fate, his own purpose. So living with unsurity any day could have been his last and so each day was lived to its fullest without regrets. As his pending doom like many times before comes to test his will to survive he prepares with great ordeal and prestige.

# He's taking time to prep before he arrives for the battle. He's blind but can beyond reality.
"I'm conflicted, creation is bound by two opposing forces and neither can ever decide whom is right... How am I to decide matters as old as creation itself?"

He extended his right palm and released a white aura which hovered into a white sphere orbiting perfectly balanced and scaled.

"Here I Hold all the good in creation, pure and clean." He glanced at it for a time to pass then shifted his stair to his right palm and released a black aura which also hovered into a void Sphere orbiting perfectly balanced and scaled.

# Has form of aura manipulation. White aura and white sphere may contain purity and good side aka Yin came from his right hand. Same hand has a black aura, he said “Void sphere” so possible void manipulation. Apparently, he can make hybrids of both good and bad. Aspects of both good and bad exist within him.

"Here I hold all the bad in creation, corrupt and tainted." These two opposing ideals were both in his perspective a necessity and both made compelling reasons why each other should exist. But he'd also experienced two other hybrid pulls. He glance at his right palm, the darkness wasn't all bad...
"There were at times I found good in the bad" Again his palms released an Aura but this time again it was white and it wrapped around the darkness in a tomoe. His gaze shifted to the other.

"And there were at times I found the bad in the good..." Darkness manifested and wrapped around the white sphere in also a tomoe design. But what was the answer in all this, why was it perplexing to find an answer... Which was superior to the other? Prometheus was a Pacifist by nature and so was drawn to Yang but still that never gave him an answer. He also had a love and calling for battle, conflict and his rage when enacted was as wrathful as the Gods. But managed to keep this two forces coiling inside of him apart, each fulfilling its own duty inside his existence.

"I am Master Of Yin And Yang, the seeds in which all come from and all shall end. The opposing forces which govern creation; Chaos and Order, Life and Death, Magic and Alchemy, Matter and Anti Matter, the Beginning and End. They are my Elements, they are my burden. They are Me as much as I am Them. I am Prometheus."

He had much to learn, and far to go. His closed his palms and took a deep breath, he was sitting upon a wasteland, a desert with no life. And then he exhaled and his breath gave life were there was none, nature sprung out lush and grin, twisting and turning as the great green conquered the surface and trees stretched to the Heavens and blossom flowers and fruits of many colors and flavors. He opened his palms and heard to chirps, two Crows creped out his palm to dawn about the new Green, a White and Black Crow.

#Has enough power to create an entire forest from a desert, good I can match him then. He created trees then absorbed the energy from the trees and nature back into himself. He can see reality unfold in slow motion. Also made two Crows that he let go of. They may return for the fight.

They flapped their wings and flew in two different directions, he'd surely see them again one day. His eyes prominent eyes unveiled pale as the blind sipped into the veil of reality, seeing what many couldn't and what many shouldn't. His senses heightened and prowess rose immensely. He was staying put absorbing nature energy, from the trees to the earth, to the invisible forces that held much empowerment. From the sun's warmth and magical fields, all converting back to their source, pure energy and into his body. His senses allowed him to feel reality unfold in slow motion, he missed nothing...
The trees breathing and light in all it's spectrums traveling ironically slower as he admired passing photons and read the binary language of atoms in all their numbers and complexity.
"Bliss... It is time I move these old bones and Punish the wicked."
He vanished with passing wind only to appear before his adversary on whim.

Prometheus was the oldest captain amongst the 13. He had the appearance of an old man with pale eyes due to his blindness, he was decorated by a very long white beard, and long eyebrows. There were many scars on his torso and head, the two most prominent being a pair of long scars crossing above his right eye, one of which was left by his battle with his lieutenant. He wears the standard Shinigami uniform, but its size was greatly exaggerated. He draped his haori over his back instead of actually wearing it. Despite his old and frail appearance, he has a very muscular body which he only revealed when he went to battle, something which the other of the 13 claim was not seen too often.
"Fair greetings youngster, my name is Prometheus, but many are fond of calling me the blind Shinigami."

He smiled with innocence, wrinkles cracked about his face like many rivers branching. His radar and sonar senses came into action as he used all the ambient sounds to give a mental picture of his surroundings. His other senses also peaked, his loss of sight wasn't as bad as it seemed by observers.
And so the ominous winds blew smoothly as two forces faced off. The old mad extended his arm as a blade white light manifested from and outstretched as an extension of his being, it resembled a Japanese katana primarily used by Samurai of a feudal era.
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Round 2:

Tyson 2:

Peaceful meditation was disturbed by the desires of Aerys' newest weapon: Lorelei. No matter what body he took, both his DEVA tools and Mjol, his Caįx, were apart of him. Thus, she's privy to Aerys' truest sentiments, the animosity he uses to fuel a proclivity to maintain peace for the departed and to protect those under his charge, Lorelei finds pleasure in provoking the nephilim's dark side as he pilots his Nroa. She remains true to her nature as a Türalthirüm. A savage, a living weapon of entropy incarnate, Lorelei yearns for every chance to induce death and annihilation. Titles and accomplishments aside, who was Aerys to deny a friend the natural right of serving her purpose?

Reluctantly, the Grand Inquisitor palmed the bracelet with his left hand, allowing her to take her true form. Regalia shifted into a rose of noire petals and a crystalline body. A sigh of vexation broke the silence. At this rate, he might as well activate one of the several passives that came with this synthetic corpus. In accordance with Skjor, a plethora of cells or Mto, released transcendent vitality from every pore. A hundred meters surrounding his being now became the stomping grounds for Conejions and Ato, cosmic particles, programmed to co-exist with the Speaker's surroundings. All the while, Lorelei was dropped on the ground, allowing stalwart roots to burrow deep into the terra firma. With transcendent sovereignty amassing in the air and ineffable entropy molding below, Aerys moved fifteen meters South. He now stood in the center of the plateau, safely away from Lorelei with Ato permeating his exterior of his skin instead of Nether. A peaceful mediation resumed as planned.

[Present Time]

—; Battle Ignited

When the enemy arrived, auric optics did not move from behind the blindfold. This body, the ultimate embodiment of trans-humanism, held senses surpassing the limits of average humans. Mjol even stimulated him with a soft ringing in his ears, signaling the detection of the being and an analysis of his distinct vigor. As the stranger spoke, Aerys only half listened. His Yggdrasil or his “head”, focused on the subtle details as time sluggishly moves around him. Quickly calculating respective energies, surveying his foe's body language, considering the variables, and narrowing down the best options for approach, it was suffice to say that his Yggdrasil worked as efficiently as a supercomputer. In actuality, a Yggdrasil structures cognition in a nonlinear photonic array, equating to what the Speaker calls a “hyper mind”. Ironically, with all its capability, it is the most fragile component to an otherwise perfect specimen. The stranger finished his introduction, forcing Aerys to give his usual snarky dialogue. Prior to this, a flash of amethyst brilliance emitted from his body. Harmless, blinding light, denoting the casting of the first divine Axiom: Unity or “Unitas”. A stout spell that tethered advancing sovereignty to a complex sigil now branded on his left palm. The sharp pain fueled the underlying spite within his words:

“Okay, Boomer.”

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