Post by 👑« RΩNIN » on Nov 8, 2020 15:38:23 GMT
The Saint Fang of Hebrion
Death rode radiant beams composed of maroon light and divine essence. Descending upon the forestal domain meant to be the fated grounds of a bliss seeming confrontation, foreseen to birth certain degrees of ruination on nature.
#He's coming down upon the battlefied using maroon light and spiritual essence.
Scales materialized from the beams which had struck the soils in their threes, rejoining their blessed particles to compose the ethereal manifestation of Nero the dragonixian veteran from the buddhist chapters known to familiars related to his rubric and realm of operations based off terminal missions.
These light essence scattered into winking specks. Innumerable but quite abundant in nature, vesturing the male in a shimmering aura effectuated from a natural combination of magyckal light and the world transcending dark king qi drawn within his spiritual sea to act as an aegis from several multiplanar degree of damage noteworthy to this saint.
# He's some type of Dragonixian, he's scattering light all around, has some mix with his darkness to act as an aura to protect him. Has suit made up of magic, probably gonna need Rho's side blade. Cosmic fire only burns matter.
Beneath the aura, the Hakumen was togged up in a plain tuxedo fabricated through the nonpareil make of the runic law; a sub division in tenet magyck and essence transformation. The blonde with oceanic blue ultra-visual peepers, shot his rabid yet calm sight towards the nroa while anchoring his leather black shoes upon waters though incapable of sinking in, provided that the aura remained.
Immovable as it seemed, Nero tarried on flowing waters with an ulterior motive. In it came the source of an ability peculiar to his plethora of hidden crafts mingled entirely to produce aberrant possibilities coming from his use of Tenet magyck and all laws associated with this magic.
# He's standing on the water with, may combine it with his “Tenet Magyck”, his has amazing senses and sigils are tattooed on his hands maybe Axiom magic.
Being a dragonixian kind, blessed the quasidragon with wits conditioned to preternatural acuteness and senses heightened to stages far beyond that gifted to a possible existing....... Within his palms, laid random sigils stamped for reasons strictly known to those residing in his multi-soul housing vessel - a body given by what certain humans call 'ɢᴏᴅs'
The dual veneer body|vessel had been forged from the fullness of a thousand cursed dragons and a few hundreds of divine saurians; specifically 500 hundred. Needless to put down, the initial body defense gained is literally above most protective artifacts or spells, based on the realm the nightmare saint fell from.
# Has a bunch of dragons being used for his defense
Its secondary stage evolves the main potential of defense to one revealing chromatic scales quite plenary and dedicated to keeping one from the dread path of unaccommodated danger.
Simplicity Feigned. Arrogance faded.
There with his daunting air gathered from the extra conciliation-al presence he appeared to yield, the saint smiled in a manner so odd. Regardless, it had a welcoming appearance as he put his supposed opponent before his range of spatial sensitivity and concentrated aim.
# He's analyzing Aerys with his magical eyesight. The daggers are heavy as shit and are meant for attacking the soul.
Handheld, were dual glory brands of his personal forging. These brands were sun daggers melded with 5mililiters of a neuron star each, housing a literal weight which could gouge areas by casually laying them down and releasing the weight dampening seals imprinted on their thermal inducing and blazing structures. Sure enough, they were a beauty to behold, however all were meant for damage and spirit stealing.
#He has Kaliburn and the Axiom magic.
NēRo Edd Hakumen came strangely prepared for this particular exchange of abilities and death courting blows. The sigils of Batavia were also part of his arsenal, listed under the bestowment of Axiom magic. And ringed around his right index, sat the armament – Kaliburn.
Rubbing this ring gently and caressing its rare surface, the saint roused great expectations for the very outcome of the show worth the eager eyes of men.
–
{Foreword: Win. Lose. Neither matter just honor Him by proving He made the right decision}
♚ Re: Nightmare Saint vs Phoenix Queen | Clash of the Godlings ♚
⋅ A lament for the Houses of Rïvia and Vermillia, for today marks the day where the children inherit the strife of their kinsfolk. Unbeknownst to either heir, an inevitable engagement begins between the Kirin's favored son and the Witch Queen's exiled daughter, rekindling the cycle of violence between former comrades in arms. A purdah of reality shreds to make way for Margo Cordus Vermillia and her mount Levi's appearance. Alas, the stage has been set, the players are present, what transpires next will be nothing less than extraordinary. Oh the irony! Two divine offspring square up in a valley and not a single soul's around to watch them. — Así es la vida ⋅
⋅ Arriving 9.5 km above her targets, Margo mentally spoke to with her personal Motherbox, Hera. Despite it primitive design, Hera, like all Motherboxes, was coveted for being a sentient, miniaturized, portable supercomputers, with abilities of their own. Margo had made it her mission to get her hands on before defecting from Tasogare and joining her universe's Time Watch, an agency hellbent on protecting the multiverse's continuum. When Margo pinged Hera, she initiated her usual enigmatic observation/combat display protocols and music protocols while replying to Margo via telepathy. ⋅
» > Rhapsody initiated - {https://youtu.be/aJEDmnS68HI begins the mystical playlist in Margo & Levi's heads, shielding them from sound attacks}. Scan initiated...buffering...buffering...magical anomalies detected 9.5 kilometers South. Is there anything else I can do for you Miss Margo? <
> Just keep both running in the background please. <
> Confirmed. Scan radius set at 402 meters. Rhapsody set at 85 dB. Standing by for further instructions. < «
⋅ Besides Rho's magix dagger, Hera is Margo's most prized possession. Whereas Levi, a literal extension of herself, is more than just her mount but is also her combat partner. Her armor disguised as a hippogriff of sui generis design; an overgrown wolf with avian wings. Like mount like master, both were former Fates designed by Catastrophe. Bodies based on those of Prime Kryptonians/Celestials. Thus, they sported hybrid bodies, albeit currently disguised, but neither relied on the Sun for survival. All forms of cosmic radiation were their vittles for Anjel Seeds {hearts that are unique to Fates, allows them to channel Kaeyr}. Unfortunately, they came here with a full stomach and one goal in mind: assassinating a threat to the timeline {Aerys}. With Levi and Margo sharing their thoughts, zero communication was needed as the first attack came. Kaeyr {living cosmic energy used by Fates} molded in Margo's right palm in the form of sapphire flames. Her native magix, Meteora, granted her access to her Celestial based powers: Cosmic Fire & Time-Space manipulation. Margo, being a top level graduate of Pink Clover Academy, knew just how to set things off. Index and middle fingers were aimed at both men using her innate telescopic vision. Needles to say, shots were literally fired. ⋅
Tiroteo Lazo {translates to “Gun Fire Snare”}
⋅ As if her hand was literally a machine gun, a volley of sapphires cascaded from the cyan empyrean. Forty spheres {basketball sized; speed = Mach 7 } rained down with intent of obliterating everything caught within half a mile of the targets {Aerys' at the center of said range}. In humanoid form, Margo employs the Kryptonian side of her abilities for general support in combat. Enhanced senses ignored the ambient sounds of Utada's beautiful vocals to listen for confirmation of what she hopes to be an easy kill. Hell superior genes allowed her to plan and attack all within seven seconds of the song's beginning. Outside of her family, she doubted anyone could keep up with in a fight...let alone survive an assassination attempt from a highly disciplined combatant such as her. ⋅
⋅ Alas, narrowly surviving a battle with her mom taught her never to underestimate her opponent. Soft hands massaged Levi's sable coat as hazel hues used native supervision to look out for her enemies. ⋅
⋅ werer⋅
⋅ werer⋅
⋅ werer⋅
⋅ werer⋅
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tiroteo
–
—Fate Summary
Name: Margo Cordus Vermillia
Age Appearance: 26
Sex: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 125 lbs
Race: Ascended Fate/Celestial - Hybrid
Occupation: Time Cop
The synthetic daughter of Catastrophe Prime Vermillia.
Look Description: Margo is the splitting image of her mother Catastrophe: a young woman with natrually wavy cinnamon hair and light green eyes. However after abandoning her family and their wicked ways, she's keeps her hair straight and bright red while her eyes are hazel. Her daily outfit is an ankle-length pink cape attached to the left side of her back and a light burgundy leather detachable pocket on her left leg. The green metallic pauldron over her left shoulder denotes her rank as a captain. She carries her uncle's dagger in a black sheath that hangs off her belt. She has a navel piercing, although it's only seen when she's undressed, of a sapphire flame. Before going renouncing her family, her Fate tattoos are located on each palm: “Ω” - left and “Ʌ” - right.
Abilities:
Main body: same powers as Prime Kryptonian with same weakness to high level magic.
-Pink Clover Academy skills + Kryptonian Skills
Meteora Magix - gives her all the abilities of a Celestial; her specialty is Time-Space manipulation & Cosmic Fire manipulation Cosmic Pyrokinesis: It can create 'cosmic' flames under any conditions even the impossible ones such as vacuum space or underwater. These flames do not require oxygen to burn, and burn so intensely that matter is consumed without by-products such as ash. It has perfect control over these flames, and they only consume what it wills. These flames are shown to be able to burn even underwater. Typically they manifest as a raptor or part of a raptor such as a claw or wings, in the case of an avatar. It is unclear whether these flames are an extension of its powerful psionic abilities or a literal punctuation to its purpose to 'burn away what doesn't work.'
Items:
Pink Clover Motherbox
1x Rho's NK Side blade
Mount:
Hippogriff which doubles as her Celestial Armor.
–
Death rode radiant beams composed of maroon light and divine essence. Descending upon the forestal domain meant to be the fated grounds of a bliss seeming confrontation, foreseen to birth certain degrees of ruination on nature.
#He's coming down upon the battlefied using maroon light and spiritual essence.
Scales materialized from the beams which had struck the soils in their threes, rejoining their blessed particles to compose the ethereal manifestation of Nero the dragonixian veteran from the buddhist chapters known to familiars related to his rubric and realm of operations based off terminal missions.
These light essence scattered into winking specks. Innumerable but quite abundant in nature, vesturing the male in a shimmering aura effectuated from a natural combination of magyckal light and the world transcending dark king qi drawn within his spiritual sea to act as an aegis from several multiplanar degree of damage noteworthy to this saint.
# He's some type of Dragonixian, he's scattering light all around, has some mix with his darkness to act as an aura to protect him. Has suit made up of magic, probably gonna need Rho's side blade. Cosmic fire only burns matter.
Beneath the aura, the Hakumen was togged up in a plain tuxedo fabricated through the nonpareil make of the runic law; a sub division in tenet magyck and essence transformation. The blonde with oceanic blue ultra-visual peepers, shot his rabid yet calm sight towards the nroa while anchoring his leather black shoes upon waters though incapable of sinking in, provided that the aura remained.
Immovable as it seemed, Nero tarried on flowing waters with an ulterior motive. In it came the source of an ability peculiar to his plethora of hidden crafts mingled entirely to produce aberrant possibilities coming from his use of Tenet magyck and all laws associated with this magic.
# He's standing on the water with, may combine it with his “Tenet Magyck”, his has amazing senses and sigils are tattooed on his hands maybe Axiom magic.
Being a dragonixian kind, blessed the quasidragon with wits conditioned to preternatural acuteness and senses heightened to stages far beyond that gifted to a possible existing....... Within his palms, laid random sigils stamped for reasons strictly known to those residing in his multi-soul housing vessel - a body given by what certain humans call 'ɢᴏᴅs'
The dual veneer body|vessel had been forged from the fullness of a thousand cursed dragons and a few hundreds of divine saurians; specifically 500 hundred. Needless to put down, the initial body defense gained is literally above most protective artifacts or spells, based on the realm the nightmare saint fell from.
# Has a bunch of dragons being used for his defense
Its secondary stage evolves the main potential of defense to one revealing chromatic scales quite plenary and dedicated to keeping one from the dread path of unaccommodated danger.
Simplicity Feigned. Arrogance faded.
There with his daunting air gathered from the extra conciliation-al presence he appeared to yield, the saint smiled in a manner so odd. Regardless, it had a welcoming appearance as he put his supposed opponent before his range of spatial sensitivity and concentrated aim.
# He's analyzing Aerys with his magical eyesight. The daggers are heavy as shit and are meant for attacking the soul.
Handheld, were dual glory brands of his personal forging. These brands were sun daggers melded with 5mililiters of a neuron star each, housing a literal weight which could gouge areas by casually laying them down and releasing the weight dampening seals imprinted on their thermal inducing and blazing structures. Sure enough, they were a beauty to behold, however all were meant for damage and spirit stealing.
#He has Kaliburn and the Axiom magic.
NēRo Edd Hakumen came strangely prepared for this particular exchange of abilities and death courting blows. The sigils of Batavia were also part of his arsenal, listed under the bestowment of Axiom magic. And ringed around his right index, sat the armament – Kaliburn.
Rubbing this ring gently and caressing its rare surface, the saint roused great expectations for the very outcome of the show worth the eager eyes of men.
–
{Foreword: Win. Lose. Neither matter just honor Him by proving He made the right decision}
♚ Re: Nightmare Saint vs Phoenix Queen | Clash of the Godlings ♚
⋅ A lament for the Houses of Rïvia and Vermillia, for today marks the day where the children inherit the strife of their kinsfolk. Unbeknownst to either heir, an inevitable engagement begins between the Kirin's favored son and the Witch Queen's exiled daughter, rekindling the cycle of violence between former comrades in arms. A purdah of reality shreds to make way for Margo Cordus Vermillia and her mount Levi's appearance. Alas, the stage has been set, the players are present, what transpires next will be nothing less than extraordinary. Oh the irony! Two divine offspring square up in a valley and not a single soul's around to watch them. — Así es la vida ⋅
⋅ Arriving 9.5 km above her targets, Margo mentally spoke to with her personal Motherbox, Hera. Despite it primitive design, Hera, like all Motherboxes, was coveted for being a sentient, miniaturized, portable supercomputers, with abilities of their own. Margo had made it her mission to get her hands on before defecting from Tasogare and joining her universe's Time Watch, an agency hellbent on protecting the multiverse's continuum. When Margo pinged Hera, she initiated her usual enigmatic observation/combat display protocols and music protocols while replying to Margo via telepathy. ⋅
» > Rhapsody initiated - {https://youtu.be/aJEDmnS68HI begins the mystical playlist in Margo & Levi's heads, shielding them from sound attacks}. Scan initiated...buffering...buffering...magical anomalies detected 9.5 kilometers South. Is there anything else I can do for you Miss Margo? <
> Just keep both running in the background please. <
> Confirmed. Scan radius set at 402 meters. Rhapsody set at 85 dB. Standing by for further instructions. < «
⋅ Besides Rho's magix dagger, Hera is Margo's most prized possession. Whereas Levi, a literal extension of herself, is more than just her mount but is also her combat partner. Her armor disguised as a hippogriff of sui generis design; an overgrown wolf with avian wings. Like mount like master, both were former Fates designed by Catastrophe. Bodies based on those of Prime Kryptonians/Celestials. Thus, they sported hybrid bodies, albeit currently disguised, but neither relied on the Sun for survival. All forms of cosmic radiation were their vittles for Anjel Seeds {hearts that are unique to Fates, allows them to channel Kaeyr}. Unfortunately, they came here with a full stomach and one goal in mind: assassinating a threat to the timeline {Aerys}. With Levi and Margo sharing their thoughts, zero communication was needed as the first attack came. Kaeyr {living cosmic energy used by Fates} molded in Margo's right palm in the form of sapphire flames. Her native magix, Meteora, granted her access to her Celestial based powers: Cosmic Fire & Time-Space manipulation. Margo, being a top level graduate of Pink Clover Academy, knew just how to set things off. Index and middle fingers were aimed at both men using her innate telescopic vision. Needles to say, shots were literally fired. ⋅
Tiroteo Lazo {translates to “Gun Fire Snare”}
⋅ As if her hand was literally a machine gun, a volley of sapphires cascaded from the cyan empyrean. Forty spheres {basketball sized; speed = Mach 7 } rained down with intent of obliterating everything caught within half a mile of the targets {Aerys' at the center of said range}. In humanoid form, Margo employs the Kryptonian side of her abilities for general support in combat. Enhanced senses ignored the ambient sounds of Utada's beautiful vocals to listen for confirmation of what she hopes to be an easy kill. Hell superior genes allowed her to plan and attack all within seven seconds of the song's beginning. Outside of her family, she doubted anyone could keep up with in a fight...let alone survive an assassination attempt from a highly disciplined combatant such as her. ⋅
⋅ Alas, narrowly surviving a battle with her mom taught her never to underestimate her opponent. Soft hands massaged Levi's sable coat as hazel hues used native supervision to look out for her enemies. ⋅
⋅ werer⋅
⋅ werer⋅
⋅ werer⋅
⋅ werer⋅
-
tiroteo
–
—Fate Summary
Name: Margo Cordus Vermillia
Age Appearance: 26
Sex: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 125 lbs
Race: Ascended Fate/Celestial - Hybrid
Occupation: Time Cop
The synthetic daughter of Catastrophe Prime Vermillia.
Look Description: Margo is the splitting image of her mother Catastrophe: a young woman with natrually wavy cinnamon hair and light green eyes. However after abandoning her family and their wicked ways, she's keeps her hair straight and bright red while her eyes are hazel. Her daily outfit is an ankle-length pink cape attached to the left side of her back and a light burgundy leather detachable pocket on her left leg. The green metallic pauldron over her left shoulder denotes her rank as a captain. She carries her uncle's dagger in a black sheath that hangs off her belt. She has a navel piercing, although it's only seen when she's undressed, of a sapphire flame. Before going renouncing her family, her Fate tattoos are located on each palm: “Ω” - left and “Ʌ” - right.
Abilities:
Main body: same powers as Prime Kryptonian with same weakness to high level magic.
-Pink Clover Academy skills + Kryptonian Skills
Meteora Magix - gives her all the abilities of a Celestial; her specialty is Time-Space manipulation & Cosmic Fire manipulation Cosmic Pyrokinesis: It can create 'cosmic' flames under any conditions even the impossible ones such as vacuum space or underwater. These flames do not require oxygen to burn, and burn so intensely that matter is consumed without by-products such as ash. It has perfect control over these flames, and they only consume what it wills. These flames are shown to be able to burn even underwater. Typically they manifest as a raptor or part of a raptor such as a claw or wings, in the case of an avatar. It is unclear whether these flames are an extension of its powerful psionic abilities or a literal punctuation to its purpose to 'burn away what doesn't work.'
Items:
Pink Clover Motherbox
1x Rho's NK Side blade
Mount:
Hippogriff which doubles as her Celestial Armor.
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