"Welcome to the Cherrywood Bar and Wood fire Pizza restaurant. What would you like?"

 

A crisp wind blows through the open window as your adventure here starts...

 

((Hello all. Been a while since I hatched up a new RP, and I hope you like it.))

 

"Well then stranger? How about it?"

 

You point over to some drink on the wall, and the Bartender walks over to it. To your left and right, people armed in swords, axes, spears, crossbows, and the like sitting next to some men and women set up with guns, pistols, shot guns, rifles, you name it, someone had at least one on them in there. The bartender returns, leaving a drink and a sheet. "Cherrywood identification sheet.". It was obvious that this far liked to know whom it's patrons were...

 

Cherrywood Bar Identification sheet(For you, the humble players, the OC sheet):

Name(Please include full name):

Age((Minimum age is 14, maximum is 32)):

Race:((You are allowed to be any kind of humanoid creature, so long as it mostly resembles a human, in this RP)):

Weapons permitted on your person:

A brief description of your appearance:

Any extra information you feel we must know((Any abilities, special skills or talents, bio, personality if need be, ect.)):

 

((Now, since that is out of the way, explication time.

First, the title of the RP uses the old Greek alphabet symbols that when translated to direct English spell "Alternative", however, I doubt that it actually makes any sort of sense in the old Greek language. I just liked the idea of using them, considering a plotpoint I wanted to include.

 

Next, his RP centers around a world, much like ours. The main differences are that more midevil weapons are still considered very effective, so thus they are still used, and there are mystical monsters and other forms of humans other than the traditional human type we know of. The idea is to generally play as yourself in that kind of world in a body closer to what you see yourself looking like there, but this isn't necessary. OC creation is open and variable to whatever you so wish.

 

Now for a little taste of the story.

 

The story centers around multiple "Guilds" of sorts, although they're more like raid teams. Their team name corresponds to the averaged skill level in the exit exams of their training courses based off of their combat typing in French and skill level overall in the Greek Alphabet, Alpha and Omega being tops and Rho and Sigma at the lowest, or weakest overall strength(I will post a full graph of powers later) , as everyone is trained in combating murderous monsters. Our story will follow the "Guild" ρ(pronounced Rho) Joueur as they face off against the mightiest beasts and deadliest Guilds who plot something that not even the leaders of the world itself could stop, normally.

 

General information to keep in mind:

Follow the general KH13 rules. 

What I say goes.

Don't cause havoc.

This is my story, and your adding to it is not part of it. No trying to add your own plot points in. At least, not without clearing them with me first. I don't want plot derailment.

Combat will be set to Fantasy Style. Meaning, the typical things that appear in fantasy combat can come up and improbable moves are far more possible. I have not decided on magic yet, but I'm leaning more towards no at this time.

You can have as extravagant a weapon as you choose, so long as it's no OP.

 

And that's about it. Write up your sheet and we can get ready to start!

 

 

He forces his opponents to their true skill level. No boosters or modifiers. Only strengths they an obtain themselves through practice and work. The only real way to beat him is simply to be a better swordsman than him.

I am confused by this. Just for the futures sake, does this include Sylar's abilities as a booster/modifier?And why do I need to post? I have nothing to say except that I'm tired and want to go to sleep!

I am confused by this. Just for the futures sake, does this include Sylar's abilities as a booster/modifier?And why do I need to post? I have nothing to say except that I'm tired and want to go to sleep!

By this, I mean the way he fights. He forces the opponent to their raw skills, if they don't have much skill on their own account, they're toast.

 

That's exactly what you need to post, my dear.

Sylar glanced lazily towards the newcomer. A cat. And his girlfriend. He yawned at his speech. "And I thought Soldier Boy over here was a hero, Cowardly Lion." He taunted slightly. He cared not for this half eyed neko's exploits, good intentions. But then his original enemy actually did something interesting. He sent out a shockwave. A lazy, grandstanding shockwave, but a shockwave nonetheless. Sylar didn't move, the energy washing over him. It tickled a little, the darkness around him suppressing what little power the attack had held. Sylar understood the purpose of the attack was to show off, not be effective. Sylar grinned underneath his helm of darkness. He liked showing off too. But he only showed off using legitimate attacks. So that's what he did.

 

All around him, the flames burned hotter, the dark blades grew more numerous. Crystals of ice formed out of nothingness, and he crackled with electricity. Sylar grew taller, larger, more muscular. The blade he held felt like new. He pointed the blade lazily at Derik, and all the projectiles he had summoned flew at his enemy. Darkness, fire, ice, lightning, why it was a regular storm of nature! But a storm with a more malicious intent.

It's daytime, get to work assholes!

I don't mean it I'm sorry.

WAHT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME

Sylar glanced lazily towards the newcomer. A cat. And his girlfriend. He yawned at his speech. "And I thought Soldier Boy over here was a hero, Cowardly Lion." He taunted slightly. He cared not for this half eyed neko's exploits, good intentions. But then his original enemy actually did something interesting. He sent out a shockwave. A lazy, grandstanding shockwave, but a shockwave nonetheless. Sylar didn't move, the energy washing over him. It tickled a little, the darkness around him suppressing what little power the attack had held. Sylar understood the purpose of the attack was to show off, not be effective. Sylar grinned underneath his helm of darkness. He liked showing off too. But he only showed off using legitimate attacks. So that's what he did.All around him, the flames burned hotter, the dark blades grew more numerous. Crystals of ice formed out of nothingness, and he crackled with electricity. Sylar grew taller, larger, more muscular. The blade he held felt like new. He pointed the blade lazily at Derik, and all the projectiles he had summoned flew at his enemy. Darkness, fire, ice, lightning, why it was a regular storm of nature! But a storm with a more malicious intent.

"Neat hat trick, but..." with the gust of his heavy claymore falling to the ground, he hardly flinched as the barrage hit him. "Immune to thunder, I wear a damn metal jacket for a reason. It's lined with multiple layers of metals, one of which is lead, which dose not conduct electricity too well. And why, fire is also protected by it, radiation and all that. As for ice, well, my blood runs quite cold anyway. Takes a lot to chill me to the bone, but those darkness blades were an intresting snack." He held one by its tip in his hand, taking a bite out of its edge and laughing. "Maybe you should consider being a chef, you make some decent food!" He taunted. "And, quick as a flash, like as a wistle, I'm behind you and in front of you, you see!" A Ghost Clone behind Sylar. And to each side. Above, below, left right and center. A dark is red aura seemed to outline Derik. "Want to play a little game? Heads I win, tales you loose."

WAHT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME

I didn't mean it, I was just trying to be funny.

"Neat hat trick, but..." with the gust of his heavy claymore falling to the ground, he hardly flinched as the barrage hit him. "Immune to thunder, I wear a damn metal jacket for a reason. It's lined with multiple layers of metals, one of which is lead, which dose not conduct electricity too well. And why, fire is also protected by it, radiation and all that. As for ice, well, my blood runs quite cold anyway. Takes a lot to chill me to the bone, but those darkness blades were an intresting snack." He held one by its tip in his hand, taking a bite out of its edge and laughing. "Maybe you should consider being a chef, you make some decent food!" He taunted. "And, quick as a flash, like as a wistle, I'm behind you and in front of you, you see!" A Ghost Clone behind Sylar. And to each side. Above, below, left right and center. A dark is red aura seemed to outline Derik. "Want to play a little game? Heads I win, tales you loose."

Anyone else think this should be an actual RP?

(N. B. I have no idea if anything like this actually has been done before. If it has, I ask of you, the person currently reading this, to please inform me!)

"Neat hat trick, but..." with the gust of his heavy claymore falling to the ground, he hardly flinched as the barrage hit him. "Immune to thunder, I wear a damn metal jacket for a reason. It's lined with multiple layers of metals, one of which is lead, which dose not conduct electricity too well. And why, fire is also protected by it, radiation and all that. As for ice, well, my blood runs quite cold anyway. Takes a lot to chill me to the bone, but those darkness blades were an intresting snack." He held one by its tip in his hand, taking a bite out of its edge and laughing. "Maybe you should consider being a chef, you make some decent food!" He taunted. "And, quick as a flash, like as a wistle, I'm behind you and in front of you, you see!" A Ghost Clone behind Sylar. And to each side. Above, below, left right and center. A dark is red aura seemed to outline Derik. "Want to play a little game? Heads I win, tales you loose."

 

I didn't mean it, I was just trying to be funny.

 

 

 

 

And I know, I was playing around.

"Last I recall, I nearly tore you to shreads. Back before the Utopia ended." Derik only shot off. He knew Silver was on his side, this jerk needed to loose and Silver was a good teammate."All I hear is hollow words now. Desprate to belittle me. But I am no man for just talk. I am the man who destroys. " simply- p7t, Derik decided to end this quickly...A list of Derik's dull, unlocked powersThe Reigns. We're familiar with these, for the most part, but not in unlocked format.Angel Reign, summoned by channeling the power of an Angel and allowing it to obtain control over all skills, improves Derik's physical, and makes him more tanky. He heals mildly in the form at all times, and his stamina will only deteriorate if used for extremely long period, but can be circumvented by changing forms for a equal amount of time, I.E. reverting to normal or changing to another form for the same amount of time. He dose not need to breath in this form and his flight speed and hight is far superior. His normal overall speed dose not change however.In contrast, Demon Reign slowly chips his health away, but increases all of his specialty techniques incredibly, his speed is not up and his flight is slightly hindered, but the beam boost is so much more superior that it makes a good trade off. Give him short-range teleportation and ghost clones, or being to resemble and act like him with half his strength, but are easy to destroy and will eventually fade as they, too, are in Demon Reign, but they are real. Like Angel he must eventually revert or change for periods at a time to be able to use it without exausting all of his stamina.And finally Grey, or the Shadow Kingdom's reign. Originally designed by the Thirteen dark gods to make them invincible. Speed, strength, firepower, it has it all, but it takes a serious tole on the user's body. It dosen't hurt them, but during the duration of its use the body itself begins to decompose unless they are in a heavily body, like that of an angel, demon, god, demigod, ect. However this trade-off is negligible as the overall Stat boost makes up for the weaknesses Derik has: speed and magic defense. His speed is picked beyond the limits, a technical calculation of his speed at the time is whatever amount of speed he has naturally and times is by somewhere near two billion times three times the speed of sound the speed of sound. In this form he can be in multiple places at one instance, remove a person's head from two universe's over and said person would bot be count dead as the cut would have been done so perfectly thst the body vaporized afterward from the force of it, consumer planets, burrow through the entirety of Superman's body with a single strike, and heal wounds of great size and severity. This dosen't include the power of his beam attacks, either. He has elemental manipulation in this form as well, and can raise the dead. He can only use the form at a single time for 2 minute and thirty seconds, however he avoids this by raising it to the next level, which caps at 7. Giving him about 16 minutes in form, but the higher he goes the more stress is placed on his body.Each form can go up in severty, Angel and Demon capping at 12 and Grey at 7. Their powers and debuff each go up with each level as well.Pressure Element: raises the tension in combat for opponents, making them more like to loose control or make mistakes, even if they have strong minds.Energy absorptionSpell resistMental power resistHigh speed combat skills, including parrying and blocking enemy attacksDionelen, a power specific to one of the two swords he owns, it was forged from the metal of weapon of the greatest Blacksmith whom ever lived in the realm of God's, before he was struck down. Through it most abilities that which a person had not truly earned can be suppressed, but it drains the user's strength intensely and they cannot strike when being used, however the effect lasts for a few seconds after the power is released, giving a small window of attack.And Will of a Warrior: interfere with a person's abilities to change fate themself through an ability or skill. This forces the person to fight with their own strength and obtain their victory on their own, if they can.Weapon Absorption: his body can absorb his weapons, further increasing his power based on the strength he holds. He can absorb other people's weapons as well. Caps at five weapons.He forces his opponents to their true skill level. No boosters or modifiers. Only strengths they an obtain themselves through practice and work. The only real way to beat him is simply to be a better swordsman than him.Which basically everyone in Tirain will be, once we start going again. Which reminds me, I should post.Anywho...The power erupted from Derik. A level of power that the opponent would feel he must have, so great that the desire for it would be like no other. More, more, more! It built and built to such a great level that if his opponent were sane, he would be questioning his choices. The ground below shook, and began to cave in under him. "One. Punch." Derik tossed his blade to the air, and threw a single punch. He didn't even put force behind ut: it was lazy and slopy, but the power from it sent a shockwave, wide as two of Earth's sun's flowing out at tremendous speed at the opponent. It was only growing in size a moment later, exploding to tremendous size, both wide and long."Your turn, Silver. Impress me."waiting for you to post, lol.Also, Grey Reign alone is the reason I put a lid on Derik. If I didn't he would wipe out the entire plot in 5 sentences.

 

 

Question: Why do you live?Answer: There isn't an answer.Neko sat alone, hugging her knees in an alley. She could hear the fight that was going on but did not bother to enter. She had to many things on her mind.Why was the nickname Neko gave to her? It's usually used as a sexualized cat girl, but she was nothing like that.Sairi. That's the name she wanted. It was a beautiful name and nobody really had it.Neko could only think of the weirdest things, her hand covering her dark purple eye. Why were they different? She knew why. This purple eye contained her rage and her pride.She heard a familiar voice from the fight that made her smile. The demon tail behind her flicking as she stood and dust off her white skirt. She made her way out of the alley, and behind Silver."It's been a long time, Kuroi." She whispered right in his ears, making her way beside him.Her deep purple eye was glowing a pale pink as she looked at Silver. She longed for him."I haven't seen you guys in a while." Neko snapped, her purple eye tinting green glaring at Derik and Sylar.(Neko's left purple eye reflects the seven deadly sins)

 

 

Sylar glanced lazily towards the newcomer. A cat. And his girlfriend. He yawned at his speech. "And I thought Soldier Boy over here was a hero, Cowardly Lion." He taunted slightly. He cared not for this half eyed neko's exploits, good intentions. But then his original enemy actually did something interesting. He sent out a shockwave. A lazy, grandstanding shockwave, but a shockwave nonetheless. Sylar didn't move, the energy washing over him. It tickled a little, the darkness around him suppressing what little power the attack had held. Sylar understood the purpose of the attack was to show off, not be effective. Sylar grinned underneath his helm of darkness. He liked showing off too. But he only showed off using legitimate attacks. So that's what he did.All around him, the flames burned hotter, the dark blades grew more numerous. Crystals of ice formed out of nothingness, and he crackled with electricity. Sylar grew taller, larger, more muscular. The blade he held felt like new. He pointed the blade lazily at Derik, and all the projectiles he had summoned flew at his enemy. Darkness, fire, ice, lightning, why it was a regular storm of nature! But a storm with a more malicious intent.

 

As the fight started, Silver shook his head and glanced at Neko, who had taken up position by his side.

"Excuse me, real quick." Silver said to her, before walking up and into the fray. A storm of magic and elements--none of which seemed to be affecting Silver at all. He sighed, shooting a glance at Derik.

"And it's almost like you didn't hear my speech at all. Besides, I'm not on either of your sides. I'm doing this one on my own."

 

Silver raised his right fist. His fingers were clenched; in the position to snap. He let out an annoyed breath before snapping away. Eight, translucent blades slammed in an octagonal formation around the entire field. The field was bathed in a light blue light, as several glyphs began to cover the ground. All of that magic, all of that energy stopped, and seemed to be sucked straight into the glyph. One could easily see where that energy was going. It was sent straight to the blades. The blades grew brighter, shining like eight stars, before suddenly tearing themselves from the ground and flying to Silver's back. The flew up, giving Silver the appearance of having two four-bladed wings.

 

"Fire." Silver commanded, and two of the blades shot out and narrowly missed both Sylar and Derik. At least, so it seemed.

 

"Now rend, blades of infinity." Silver whispered. The blades, which contained an enormous amount of pure magical energy, where already in a volatile state. So much as one touch could shatter them and release the storm inside. But Silver's words were enough to set them off, and the entire area was filled with a great white explosion.

 

The ground rumbled as dust went everywhere. Silver stood, eyes carefully watching the scene. He knew that wouldn't stop either of these warriors. But it might be enough to piss them off.

As the fight started, Silver shook his head and glanced at Neko, who had taken up position by his side."Excuse me, real quick." Silver said to her, before walking up and into the fray. A storm of magic and elements--none of which seemed to be affecting Silver at all. He sighed, shooting a glance at Derik."And it's almost like you didn't hear my speech at all. Besides, I'm not on either of your sides. I'm doing this one on my own." Silver raised his right fist. His fingers were clenched; in the position to snap. He let out an annoyed breath before snapping away. Eight, translucent blades slammed in an octagonal formation around the entire field. The field was bathed in a light blue light, as several glyphs began to cover the ground. All of that magic, all of that energy stopped, and seemed to be sucked straight into the glyph. One could easily see where that energy was going. It was sent straight to the blades. The blades grew brighter, shining like eight stars, before suddenly tearing themselves from the ground and flying to Silver's back. The flew up, giving Silver the appearance of having two four-bladed wings. "Fire." Silver commanded, and two of the blades shot out and narrowly missed both Sylar and Derik. At least, so it seemed. "Now rend, blades of infinity." Silver whispered. The blades, which contained an enormous amount of pure magical energy, where already in a volatile state. So much as one touch could shatter them and release the storm inside. But Silver's words were enough to set them off, and the entire area was filled with a great white explosion. The ground rumbled as dust went everywhere. Silver stood, eyes carefully watching the scene. He knew that wouldn't stop either of these warriors. But it might be enough to piss them off.

"Ha ha, cute." Derik smiled, from right behind Silver. The clones had vanished, and Derik now bathed in light green mysteriously grinned. "Don't you elremember? That didn't work on me last time, either. By the way, we really should contenue our adventure some day, if we could. Those were fun days."

I want to see you guys fight Gilgamesh from Fate.

I don't even think I'm gonna post on this mini roleplay

I'll just toss out tldr's every blue moon.

TL;DR, Derik and Skylar the musical confirmed

TL;DR, Derik and Skylar the musical confirmed

That would be hilarious.

That would be hilarious.

 

As the dust settled, Sylar wasn't exactly standing there. He was collapsed, on the ground, his flesh scarred and burned, eyes having lost life. Then... they brightened again. He gave his mad grin, and his flesh began to regrow, wounds knitting themselves back together. He slowly got to his feet, making sure that he looked dramatic as he healed. Sylar shrugged. "That was a bit more than a tickle I suppose. Not enough though." He said, completely calm. The serial killer was completely healed now, and looking over to both Derik and Silver. Perhaps he would have to work a bit harder than normal on this one. Perhaps. Sylar spun the katana he held through his fingers, then dashed forward, faster than a blink. He swung viciously at Silver with his blade. Without waiting for it to be countered, he pulled it back up slicing again. He kept this up, the barrage of strikes never ending, too fast for room for a counterattack. Each one was strong too, that he made sure of. But he wasn't going to play with just one of his new friends! Derik felt a shove, telekinetic in nature. Soon enough, dozens of swords appeared around him, made of darkness, ice, fire, and lightning. Each one struck, not shooting, but were similar in nature to the endless waltz of blows Sylar was dealing personally. But with quite a few more swords.

Sylar just pulled a Gilgamesh

 

As the dust settled, Sylar wasn't exactly standing there. He was collapsed, on the ground, his flesh scarred and burned, eyes having lost life. Then... they brightened again. He gave his mad grin, and his flesh began to regrow, wounds knitting themselves back together. He slowly got to his feet, making sure that he looked dramatic as he healed. Sylar shrugged. "That was a bit more than a tickle I suppose. Not enough though." He said, completely calm. The serial killer was completely healed now, and looking over to both Derik and Silver. Perhaps he would have to work a bit harder than normal on this one. Perhaps. Sylar spun the katana he held through his fingers, then dashed forward, faster than a blink. He swung viciously at Silver with his blade. Without waiting for it to be countered, he pulled it back up slicing again. He kept this up, the barrage of strikes never ending, too fast for room for a counterattack. Each one was strong too, that he made sure of. But he wasn't going to play with just one of his new friends! Derik felt a shove, telekinetic in nature. Soon enough, dozens of swords appeared around him, made of darkness, ice, fire, and lightning. Each one struck, not shooting, but were similar in nature to the endless waltz of blows Sylar was dealing personally. But with quite a few more swords.

"Pfahaha! I think the boy's getting desperate, what do you say, Silver?" Derik asked aloud. The psychic push did little to him, his ability to resist powers based on ones mental abilities like psychic were too little to even bug him, as for the barrage of blades, elemental control. as one moved to strike, he just simply flicked it backwards and outwards. "SO, what then? Is that all you have to show for yourself? Fine, my urn. Mini Boom!" the ironically named attack burst out,the energy explosion was huge, and all around, the heat from it would vaporize a normal man, and even a few stronger ones (Think Cloud level strength) in an instant. A light attack from his arsenal? Sure. But he was far from just going to let something so ridiculously fun end too soon. the blast lasted a mere minute and was about the size of Kentucky, in a three-hundred and sixty degree radius.

Soul flew around in the explosion, rag dolled.

 

"Derik just used Excalibur. I repeat, Derik just used Excalibur."

As the dust settled, Sylar wasn't exactly standing there. He was collapsed, on the ground, his flesh scarred and burned, eyes having lost life. Then... they brightened again. He gave his mad grin, and his flesh began to regrow, wounds knitting themselves back together. He slowly got to his feet, making sure that he looked dramatic as he healed. Sylar shrugged. "That was a bit more than a tickle I suppose. Not enough though." He said, completely calm. The serial killer was completely healed now, and looking over to both Derik and Silver. Perhaps he would have to work a bit harder than normal on this one. Perhaps. Sylar spun the katana he held through his fingers, then dashed forward, faster than a blink. He swung viciously at Silver with his blade. Without waiting for it to be countered, he pulled it back up slicing again. He kept this up, the barrage of strikes never ending, too fast for room for a counterattack. Each one was strong too, that he made sure of. But he wasn't going to play with just one of his new friends! Derik felt a shove, telekinetic in nature. Soon enough, dozens of swords appeared around him, made of darkness, ice, fire, and lightning. Each one struck, not shooting, but were similar in nature to the endless waltz of blows Sylar was dealing personally. But with quite a few more swords.

 

Silver did not need to block or parry. The last few swords did it for him. As Sylar went to strike him, the swords move to expertly block each and every swipe that was made in the boy's direction. The blasts were quick and furious, and Silver watched as his blades began to crack. He scowled, knowing what was going to happen. He snapped his fingers, and the swords exploded right in their faces. All of them, this time; creating an intense explosion that swallowed the area in another blinding flash of light. Silver let himself go flying back. He needed the space.

 

He quickly stood back up and slammed his palms together. Time to get a bit more destructive. He had to break out the powerful magics, now, if he was going to show how much he had improved.

His red eye glowed, a circular glyph forming right in front of it as the light glistening off of the eye began to glow brighter.

"Final Arc of Satea: Third Seal, Arbiter's Lance!"

 

Above all three of them, ten giant blue rings expanded and slowly hung above them. They rotated at a slow speed--churning a massive amount of energy as the area was bathed in an eerie blue light. The very top ring began to experience some form of spacial warping as a massive glowing spear suddenly burst into existence. It's entrance into the world was met with a shower of golden sparks, before the spear came crashing down upon the earth.

 

The earth was torn to pieces, disintegrating at once and becoming nothing as the spear slammed down and exploded with an insane holy might.

 

--

 

The issue I generally have with this is Silver was not designed to be a planet destroyer. He is powerful, but that is relative to his world. He is not this strong otherwise, but to keep up with these characters, I need to create these special magics. If it gets to god-mod-y please warn me.

(I think I should create my own character.

 

Nah, I'll probably stick to comic relief.)

"Pfahaha! I think the boy's getting desperate, what do you say, Silver?" Derik asked aloud. The psychic push did little to him, his ability to resist powers based on ones mental abilities like psychic were too little to even bug him, as for the barrage of blades, elemental control. as one moved to strike, he just simply flicked it backwards and outwards. "SO, what then? Is that all you have to show for yourself? Fine, my urn. Mini Boom!" the ironically named attack burst out,the energy explosion was huge, and all around, the heat from it would vaporize a normal man, and even a few stronger ones (Think Cloud level strength) in an instant. A light attack from his arsenal? Sure. But he was far from just going to let something so ridiculously fun end too soon. the blast lasted a mere minute and was about the size of Kentucky, in a three-hundred and sixty degree radius.

Nope. There was no mention of elemental control in his arsenal last page. I call foul.

Nope. There was no mention of elemental control in his arsenal last page. I call foul.

 

"Winner! Sylar of the Kusaragi family!" Soul declared, summoning a mic that looked strangely like Draven's new skin.

Soul flew around in the explosion, rag dolled.

 

"Derik just used Excalibur. I repeat, Derik just used Excalibur."

"M8,u think i wod us such a wee weak wepon? I'll bash ur fokin head in m8, I swear on me mum I swear." One of Derik's ghost clones replied, breaking a bottle of wisky over his head in reply.

 

Silver did not need to block or parry. The last few swords did it for him. As Sylar went to strike him, the swords move to expertly block each and every swipe that was made in the boy's direction. The blasts were quick and furious, and Silver watched as his blades began to crack. He scowled, knowing what was going to happen. He snapped his fingers, and the swords exploded right in their faces. All of them, this time; creating an intense explosion that swallowed the area in another blinding flash of light. Silver let himself go flying back. He needed the space.

 

He quickly stood back up and slammed his palms together. Time to get a bit more destructive. He had to break out the powerful magics, now, if he was going to show how much he had improved.

His red eye glowed, a circular glyph forming right in front of it as the light glistening off of the eye began to glow brighter.

"Final Arc of Satea: Third Seal, Arbiter's Lance!"

 

Above all three of them, ten giant blue rings expanded and slowly hung above them. They rotated at a slow speed--churning a massive amount of energy as the area was bathed in an eerie blue light. The very top ring began to experience some form of spacial warping as a massive glowing spear suddenly burst into existence. It's entrance into the world was met with a shower of golden sparks, before the spear came crashing down upon the earth.

 

The earth was torn to pieces, disintegrating at once and becoming nothing as the spear slammed down and exploded with an insane holy might.

 

--

 

The issue I generally have with this is Silver was not designed to be a planet destroyer. He is powerful, but that is relative to his world. He is not this strong otherwise, but to keep up with these characters, I need to create these special magics. If it gets to god-mod-y please warn me.

 

(Don't worry about that. God-moddy needs to be used to balance a god, so it's understandable. However, that's not enough.)

 

"Oi, Silver, you tryin' to shiskabob me or something?"

 

Nope. There was no mention of elemental control in his arsenal last page. I call foul.

Riki, on 03 Jan 2015 - 7:47 PM, said:

"Last I recall, I nearly tore you to shreads. Back before the Utopia ended." Derik only shot off. He knew Silver was on his side, this jerk needed to loose and Silver was a good teammate.

"All I hear is hollow words now. Desprate to belittle me. But I am no man for just talk. I am the man who destroys. " simply- p7t, Derik decided to end this quickly...

 

A list of Derik's dull, unlocked powers

 

The Reigns. We're familiar with these, for the most part, but not in unlocked format.

 

Angel Reign, summoned by channeling the power of an Angel and allowing it to obtain control over all skills, improves Derik's physical, and makes him more tanky. He heals mildly in the form at all times, and his stamina will only deteriorate if used for extremely long period, but can be circumvented by changing forms for a equal amount of time, I.E. reverting to normal or changing to another form for the same amount of time. He dose not need to breath in this form and his flight speed and hight is far superior. His normal overall speed dose not change however.

 

In contrast, Demon Reign slowly chips his health away, but increases all of his specialty techniques incredibly, his speed is not up and his flight is slightly hindered, but the beam boost is so much more superior that it makes a good trade off. Give him short-range teleportation and ghost clones, or being to resemble and act like him with half his strength, but are easy to destroy and will eventually fade as they, too, are in Demon Reign, but they are real. Like Angel he must eventually revert or change for periods at a time to be able to use it without exausting all of his stamina.

 

And finally Grey, or the Shadow Kingdom's reign. Originally designed by the Thirteen dark gods to make them invincible. Speed, strength, firepower, it has it all, but it takes a serious tole on the user's body. It dosen't hurt them, but during the duration of its use the body itself begins to decompose unless they are in a heavily body, like that of an angel, demon, god, demigod, ect. However this trade-off is negligible as the overall Stat boost makes up for the weaknesses Derik has: speed and magic defense. His speed is picked beyond the limits, a technical calculation of his speed at the time is whatever amount of speed he has naturally and times is by somewhere near two billion times three times the speed of sound the speed of sound. In this form he can be in multiple places at one instance, remove a person's head from two universe's over and said person would bot be count dead as the cut would have been done so perfectly thst the body vaporized afterward from the force of it, consumer planets, burrow through the entirety of Superman's body with a single strike, and heal wounds of great size and severity. This dosen't include the power of his beam attacks, either. He has elemental manipulation in this form as well, and can raise the dead. He can only use the form at a single time for 2 minute and thirty seconds, however he avoids this by raising it to the next level, which caps at 7. Giving him about 16 minutes in form, but the higher he goes the more stress is placed on his body.

 

Each form can go up in severty, Angel and Demon capping at 12 and Grey at 7. Their powers and debuff each go up with each level as well.

 

Pressure Element: raises the tension in combat for opponents, making them more like to loose control or make mistakes, even if they have strong minds.

 

Energy absorption

 

Spell resist

 

Mental power resist

 

High speed combat skills, including parrying and blocking enemy attacks

 

Dionelen, a power specific to one of the two swords he owns, it was forged from the metal of weapon of the greatest Blacksmith whom ever lived in the realm of God's, before he was struck down. Through it most abilities that which a person had not truly earned can be suppressed, but it drains the user's strength intensely and they cannot strike when being used, however the effect lasts for a few seconds after the power is released, giving a small window of attack.

 

And Will of a Warrior: interfere with a person's abilities to change fate themself through an ability or skill. This forces the person to fight with their own strength and obtain their victory on their own, if they can.

 

Weapon Absorption: his body can absorb his weapons, further increasing his power based on the strength he holds. He can absorb other people's weapons as well. Caps at five weapons.

 

He forces his opponents to their true skill level. No boosters or modifiers. Only strengths they an obtain themselves through practice and work. The only real way to beat him is simply to be a better swordsman than him.

 

Which basically everyone in Tirain will be, once we start going again. Which reminds me, I should post.

 

Anywho...

 

The power erupted from Derik. A level of power that the opponent would feel he must have, so great that the desire for it would be like no other. More, more, more! It built and built to such a great level that if his opponent were sane, he would be questioning his choices. The ground below shook, and began to cave in under him. "One. Punch." Derik tossed his blade to the air, and threw a single punch. He didn't even put force behind ut: it was lazy and slopy, but the power from it sent a shockwave, wide as two of Earth's sun's flowing out at tremendous speed at the opponent. It was only growing in size a moment later, exploding to tremendous size, both wide and long.

 

"Your turn, Silver. Impress me."

waiting for you to post, lol.

Also, Grey Reign alone is the reason I put a lid on Derik. If I didn't he would wipe out the entire plot in 5 sentences