Name: Rey de la Oscuridad II Title: The Fifth Apocalypse Gender: Male Alignment: Rudo Height: 6'9" Weight Class: Super Heavyweight Wrestling Style: Saliendo Olvido
Rey de la Oscuridad wears a most unusual mask. While most lucha masks conform to the face of a man his contorts to that of a jaguar. Its mouth typically open and its fangs bared at the world, each one a sturdy white blade more than capable of punching through flesh and a predilection for doing just that. Frighteningly enough the mask seems to have a life of its own; though its mouth leads nowhere it reeks of blood and saliva, it is warm to the touch with a layer of soft fur over coarse black leather, and occasional deep throated growls escape from its throat. Purple dots line the scalp, cheeks, and everywhere else that isn’t its maw and eyes like pulsating stars glowing against the midnight sky. In stark contrast two pert black ears are set on either side of its skull, they rotate to follow sounds and to express emotion where its face cannot. In short, save for the readjustment of its spinal column, it looks as though a jaguar were decapitated and its head was set upon the shoulders of a man.
Only Rey's eyes are visible behind the mask and even those do not seem human, their cut too predatory and their tone too yellow, not to mention the rage…
-Everything Else
A barrel chested monster of a man with long muscular limbs and yet oddly well-proportioned despite that. He wears a black bodysuit over his frame, obscuring his entire body in a cast of night that is only broke up the same purple pinions that adorn his head. While his gloves and boots are clearly separate from the bodysuit they are also black, with the purple padding around each shin and forearm that ends at the adjacent joint, that being his elbows and knees. The only other break in his outfit is a massive purple eye set in the center of his chest, wide and circular with a vertical slit running down the center, and a tendency to dart about to track the approach of his opponents, sometimes it even goes so far as to blink but it never remains shut for very long.
Outside of the ring he wears fine black business suits, usually with purple undershirts or ties to fit with his color scheme, and sometimes for additional flavor he will come to ring with a cape of jaguar fur drifting in his wake.
Repertoire
-Moves
- Solo el Fuerte: Rey's skinsuit doubles as a suit of armor, lightweight but stronger than any made by man, and capable of turning all but the mightiest attacks. Subversive magics, psionic incursions, area of effect attacks, mundane firearms and probing attacks are but a few of the things that simply cannot harm him. By and large only committed offense can ever cause him to pause, after all, only those who are willing to face the darkness head-on can truly turn fate.
- Poder Apocaliptico: Rey's strength is such that he can reduce armored tanks to pulp and shatter buildings with a single thrust. Rey seems to scale to face any challenge and thanks to his incredible size he is usually stronger than other humanoids. He can be equaled by those of exceptional strength, but the mighty are few and far between, and he has never been outright overpowered by anyone in the same size category. So powerful is he, that he could even grapple the titans themselves if they dared stand across from him in the ring.
- Sombra en la Noche: Though Rey may be a large man he is remarkably fast. More than capable of dodging bullets and leaving race cars in the dust, combined with an uncanny sixth sense it is all but impossible to catch him off guard, instead forcing enemies to rely on their wits if they’re to fool him. Some say that he gains such speed by moving as a shadow flits across the wall and that he cannot be caught off guard because his eyes exist in every shadow, but surely those are just rumors?
- Que es un Hombre?: Even tanks take damage from time to time. But Rey's would not flinch even if he were to die again, legend has it that his body is not even alive and this second life is one part mockery and another part vengeance, whatever the case may be Rey does not feel pain. He can stop bleeding by willing it, command his flesh to move even with bones broken and tendons cut, bend at impossible angles and more.
- Garras de Jaguar: Rey is more than raw physical strength, more than a flesh fashioned into machine over a thousand years of training, he is a force of will. When he walks, there is an aura about him that induces a great chill, the lights darken and the weak cower, for without even realizing it even those without a sixth sense realize that the chosen of ferocious Tezcatlipoca stands in their wake. With the god’s blessing Rey is the apocalypse made manifest and can freely project it upon all who stand in his ways, either in the form of heated energy blast or shadowy constructs, whatever suits his imagination so long as he has the time and reserves to fashion it. Just as his vicious god draws power from destruction, fear, and darkness; so too does Rey it to make himself into the jaguar’s claws. Because this power is based upon his will it straddles the thin line between supernatural and outright magical, with it Rey is capable of striking across dimensions and dealing damage directly to the source of his foe, and in turn his power can only be snuffed out by a force of equal measure.
(tl;dr He’s a big angry undead cat man with a lot of anti-cheese powers, who tries to force everyone to fight him in powered melee. Think Lucha Underground meets Dragon Ball Z, lace up your boots, and get ready for a fight.)
-Costume
- Trono de la Oscuridad: Rey does not approve of weapons as he feels that a true warrior should transform their entire body into a weapon. However, he does have one which he brings with him everywhere, a simple black folding chair which he calls the Throne of Darkness. His throne can in turn appear from any patch of darkness of appropriate size. Stronger and harder than any chair has the right to be, the Throne has been used to break everything from bodies to buildings, it is however not unbreakable. The Throne can warp and bend if it encounters a particular strong will, one powerful enough to resist the psychosomatic power that drives its master, and of course will fade away on command.
However, when it is summoned next it will be repaired, for can one truly break the night?
-Finishing Move
- Fin del Mundo: Rey swings his opponent up onto his shoulders, back down and belly up, clutching their throat in one hand and their thigh in the other. After a few seconds of painful back breaking, during which he gathers all of his hateful power, Rey proceeds to drop to his rear. During which he rotates the opponent and drives them head first into the mat below and then in one brutal move he proceeds to compress their bodies(or whatever the equivalent they substitute it with is), breaking them utterly, or at the very least putting them out of commission until the next show.
This move is accompanied by a deep psychological effect that often breaks those who suffer it. For luchadore there is a natural defense against its effects due to the masks they wear, but other fighters will need to find another way to defend against the encroaching madness. If they survive the impact that is...
Hype
It is said that Rey de la Infinita Oscuridad was once poised to conquer the world of wrestling, he'd stripped the greatest lucha of their masks and united the world titles, and even went so far as to defeat the mighty gringo Wrasslor in one on one combat. Nobody was willing to stand up to him, or so he thought, until an alliance of young lucha with nothing to lose confronted him in the eleventh hour. Though many were lost the heroes were able to defeat him with fearless hearts and astounding techniques, until they finally finished off Rey by way of decapitation, and thus the Interdimensional Lucha Libre Alliance was formed; otherwise known as the Luchalliance.
But lo' even decapitation was not enough to end Rey's life, the first members of the Luchalliance knew this and so they locked it away in the deepest vault, never to see the light of day again. Now, the last of the original Luchalliance has died, and with his passing the return of their greatest evil. Nobody knows how he was freed but the vault was empty and a most scared grave desecrated. It is said that Rey stole the body of the one who delivered the final blow, El Rey Macho, and the only reason he has not yet conquered the wrestling world is because that heroic spirit is fighting him. But it is a losing battle and with every passing day Rey grows stronger, and yet the leaders of the Luchalliance refuse to believe it is true. They have declared him an upstart and turn a blind eye to his antics.
Regardless of what the case may be; Rey de la Oscuridad II is a very dangerous man.
Weight: To Be Determined – Skeletal structure has been altered drastically causing 3x density.
Race: Bloodbayne - Custom
Appearance:
Weapons or items:Xaviers body is his weapon and is limited only by his knowledge of varying weapons and items that can be created from metal.
Dread Energy - On the base level, Dread Energy shares many characteristics with Chaos Energy. For the simple reason that they were at one point the very same thing. Where they differ is due entirely to Xaviers indomitable will. Which would go on to allow him to gain even more power.
This is simply the base of Xaviers powers. It leans on the red color spectrum but I visualize it as a thick roiling cloud of black, purple and red.
Thousands of small particles come together to create a single cloud. Xavier can feel each of these particles as an extension of his body and mind granting him absolute control over their structure. Allowing him to condense the particles to induce physical damage or he can disperse the particles over a wide area and utilize each individual one as a sensor to detect minisucle physical movements that are out of sight and even changes in energy levels of the surrounding area.
The structural integrity of weapons and armor may begin to waiver after several direct hits and/or physical blocks of the Dread Energy. Unless said weapons or armor are in someway preventing direct contact being made. Such as generating their own energy in some way or being coated with a protective barrier. Other means of preventing physical contact can be accessible.
Can induce insanity through sustained exposure to heavily tainted air or through several physical attacks of this or any other varying attack forms.
Can gain power during matches from the mass destruction that can take place during matches. From starting large fires that rage on or off the direct battlefield all the way up to the collateral damage caused by high powered attacks.
Being of custom mutation it removes the ability of others to directly control it or any of its counterparts. Indirect manipulation or misdirection is fine, but attempting to bridge the gap between man and energy would allow the energy to attack the mind directly.
Dread Metal – Xavier has replaced the blood in his body with a liquid metal form dread energy substitute. The Dread Metal, as it would be named, gained its special properties through decades of breaking down a stone lake bed before Xavier has found it. The Dread Energy had absorbed the energy from the stone and soon became melded with it; thickening its structure and granting Xavier and in depth understanding of how to manipulate Earthen Elements. With this knowledge and a little trial and error Xavier would finally settle on the Dread Metal he uses today.
Auto-Defense Much like the Dread Energy itself, Xaviers Dread Metal is a full extension of himself which lies dormant within his body until willed into action. Via his direct commands Xavier’s blood is forced through the pores of his body wherever it is needed where it takes on the glisten of liquid metal and can harden in an instant to replicate the strength of heavy armor with almost half the necessary amount of material.
Capable of solidifying even muscles on a whim to increase durability.
Capable of creating any metallic object/weapon
Runs on a reserve of 4x human blood levels. Utilizing an empty chest cavity for storage
Is worked into muscles, tendons and skeleton.
Twice as strong as steel; utilizing a living structure to absorb impact better.
Dreadful Flames – On the whole these flames would operate much like ordinary flames. They do however burn with a dark red hue. The infusion of Dread Energy grants them the ability to burn eradicate matter at a higher rate as well as allows Xavier to create his flames on a whim.
Dreadful Lightning – In much the same way as the flames Xaviers lightning is not much different than ordinary. It glows a bright red and he is able to manifest on a whim by altering the makeup of his Dread Energy. Several direct hits would eventually cause the Dread Energy to seep into the targets mind and cause hallucinations.
Earth Manipulation – On the whole, this is the generic ability to control the earth element. It is mainly used to allow Xavier to control his blood better. However Xavier can imbue stones with Dread Energy if they are made within direct vicinity. These could radiate Dread Energy and lace the nearby air with it; assisting in creating a battlefield specifically for extra-sensory perception by radiating the Dread Energy used to create them on a recycling loop to keep them charged. Likewise if an opponent finds themselves exposed to the Dread Energy from the stones for too long it could slowly warping an opponent’s mind.
Enhanced Body
Xavier is known to possess three to four times as much blood as a normal human of the same size and stature. The main reason for this is that Xavier is free from the burden of major internal organs such as lungs, kidneys, liver or hear. All these things are broken down during the change and their cells are used to produce more Dread Energy. Xavier’s blood is a combination of Dread Energy and earthen Energy that allows Xavier full control over his blood. Meaning not all wounds will bleed and if they do it is often for an underlying reason.
Xavier redesigned his entire physical anatomy from skin to skeleton. The bones were constructed of Dread Metal and their structure was almost identical to that of natural bone; holding an interior of slightly softer metal that bends and hardens as the bones require. Muscle was stacked atop of muscle with perfect and microscopic interweaving of Dread Metal; adding to their density and maintaining flexibility.
Xavier’s skin has absorbed the Dread Energy magnificently and because of this it has a natural ability to repel energy based attacks and has a natural resistance to flame attacks. However slashing is still surprisingly effective against the upper layers of skin before making contact with muscle. Xx
Xavier has enhanced the neuron pathways that send signals from his brain to his various limbs. Allowing his body to beginning reacting at an increased rate.
[Hider=The Chronicle] As a young boy Xavier had always thought he had the good fortune of being born normal. In most situations, this would be the case. Normality is not such a bad thing after all. However if you live in a world of magic and wonder. How great is to be normal then?
Xavier did not know this right away of course. Xavier and his parents lived in a small town in the hills. Being this far from the Titanus, the lands capital, sheltered him from what the world had to offer.
It wasn't so easy to hide as time went on. Xaviers parents, Rayne(f) and Aton(m), began to hear news that more and more children were being affected. Gaining incredible abilties around their 10th birthday. It was something they hoped and prayed would happen every night.
One by one the children of his town began nearing and passing their 10th. It hadn't exactly been counted but it seemed as though every child in town could do something. Touch and play with fire, make the wind blow and move a pebble or a puddle. Everyone but Xavier.
They all held out hope for the first few months and did their best to encourage him. Even going as far as to let him train along side them in hopes he would pick something up. Though he never did.
Months turned to years and Xavier faded into obscurity. Cradled as best one can be by the comforting words of his mother. Aton took less and less kindly to Xaviers normality and became more likely to express that to Xavier on any given occasion.
Xavier had just barely turned 12 Just days before the village had been attacked by horrid beasts known as The Diseased. Vicious creatures that held forms near identical to the indigenous animals. Though it would look as though they had survived being skinned alive. Exposing incredible muscular structure which always appeared wet with a thick black substance.
The Diseased were well known all throughout the land. Though no one had ever seen one in the foresty hills around the village. This made it all the worse when the village was attacked in the dead of night.
Citzens awoke to blood curdling screams of agony as the monsters went to work. Many blamed the children and their abilities for attracting the monsters attention. They were also however, credited for saving the entire town.
All of them except for Xavier, who stood quivering at the front door of his home along side his father. On the other side a snarling monster was heaving itself against the door. Shaking it on it's hinges. With every thud the wood audibly split more and more before giving way. Aton charged in with a yell while Xavier fell back with a yelp. Sliding himself under the dining table.
The beast looked something like a bear whose skin had been torn away to expose the muscle beneath. It threw Aton like a paperweight against the wall and Rayne cried out from beneath the bed im the corner; gaining the beasts attention. Aton was still getting to his feet when the beast flipped the bed and began slashing at Rayne which caused Xavier to cry out now. A mistake as Its gaze now fell on Xavier for a just a moment before it leapt through the air. Xavier rose his arms, closed his eyes and screamed in terror. The sound of tearing flesh filling the room.
It was a few moments before Xavier opened his eyes, screaming again when he did and scooting even further back. Directly infront of his face was the snarling maw of what looked like a mountain lion. Gnashing weakly as the last of its life poured from its body. Upon a closer look Xavier saw a stone spire jabbing through the wood and skewering the beast.
Frightened as he was Xavier looked up to the doorway to see a 13 year old blonde haired girl with a smirk on her face. Though her green eyes and his brown had met for only an instant, Xavier could feel a lifetime of judgement and despair behind that gaze.
The pain of her look was nothing compared to that of his father. Who was staring so sternly at Xavier that it bore a hole through his soul. There was a mixture of anger and disappointment in his eyes. It was all Aton could do to shake his head. Standing up with a grunt he moved over to wear Rayne lay and gathered her bod in his arms; taking a moment to gather her one severed arm before shuffling out the door.
Aton never said a word to Xavier after that. He simply awoke one day to find that his father had left and cleaned out the cupboards; leaving only half a loaf of bread on the table. Xavier never gave up hope that his father wouldn’t abandon him and lived on his own in the home as he awaited his father’s return. Days turned to months and as Xavier was forced to into thievery to sustain himself day to day the hope began to wither and word of the dirty little beggar boy began to spread. The children grew increasingly merciless and with each year their torment worsened. Until by means of stoning the town forced him from his town and ensured he would not be welcomed back.
This was only the beginning of Xaviers hate fueled life. Hatred not only at his own weakness but at his father for abandoning him and leaving him to the cruel hands of the townsfolk. At the other children and their powers and most of all the girl who exposed him as a coward.
Xavier decided to learn to fight with a blade in place of magic. Hell-bent on proving that magic is not needed to be stronger and that he was no coward. The easy part was stealing a sword off the night guards when they fell asleep. The hard part was spying on the training sessions they held beyond the walls and not being caught with the weapon.
This allowed him to defend himself when the Diseased would come. Even if the town wasn't attacked Xavier had to worry about the strays that would come out at night. Try as he might though he was never able to fight alongside of or at the same level as his now grown ex-friends. His rivals. Driving him further into anger and hatred.
The years passed in much the same, miserable fashion up til the eve of Xaviers 18th birthday.
The day started out with an overall good feeling to it. A very strange sensation since he had taken to a life of squalor and good days were seldom seen. Be that as it may whatever cloud had been hanging over his head the last few years seemed to have faded away. For the first time in a long time, he decided that he would have a bath and clean himself up before heading into town.
However, the day would inevitably show its true colors when Xavier reached the Eastern entrance of his old town. The front yard was littered with mangled corpses of man and Diseased alike, leading through the portcullis and into the town.
A mixture of disappointment and hope cascaded over his body as he followed the corpses with his blade gripped firmly. On one hand he was disappointed that this would happen on the first day he chose to go to town. Hopefully though it would allow him a chance to regain himself in they eyes of even one person.
“Aarggh!” a mans voice cried out in the near distance.
Xaviers head picked up and a smile dawned his face as he heard Xaviers anguished cries. Which seemed to be coming from a few streets over. With sword drawn Xavier put heel to stone and set off to find the wounded man.
After running a few streets over and wandering aimlessly Xavier found himself at the head of his old childhood street. Each doorway of every house littered with blood, bodies and broken furniture. All that is, except for what remained of his home.
All at once the shame, fear and hatred that had haunted him so long came pouring back; cascading from head to toe in a chilling wave. In his mind he screamed for his body to turn and run, when Xaviers voice cried out once again. Though now much louder and more defined. It was the voice of Aton.
“Argh-help me!” his voice tore through the darkness, breaking Xavier out of the trance he had placed himself. With gritted teeth and a shaky iron grasp of his blade Xavier charged his home; using a well placed boot to throw the door open.
The pained screams of Xavier had continued up to the moment that Xaviers foot pressed against the door. Replaced only by the faint vibrations of an animalistic growl that emanated from the shadows of The bed nestled into the corner of the no bedroom house. Xaviers feet landed lightly upon the wood but sent out an audible creek which silenced the growling and highlighted a faint squishing sound from the same area.
Xavier could hear his heart beating in his ears as he shuffled his way slowly along the wooden floor. Try as he might he could never make out what it was that lay in the shadows, it always seemed to be just out of sight or hidden in darkness. The grip that had only moments ago been as steady as a mountain had begun to tremble at the thought of what he may see next.
It was only as he rounded the bed post that the picture began to come together; beginning with an ever widening pool of blood and Inside this pool was a set of limp legs. Xaviers heart sank a smidge, for they had been severed just inches above the knee and their respective body lay a few feet further. Xaviers eyes had widened and his breath had quickened as his eyes gazed over it all. When all of a sudden there was a quick jostling in the corner followed by a wet gurgle.
Xaviers breath caught in his throat as he shifted his vision and the tip of his sword towards the still abnormally dark corner of the room no more than 2 feet away from him. From the darkness stretched a pale, bloodied hand as though it were begging for help. However Xavier could only see up to the arms elbow; enough to see that it was a mans but the darkness was hiding anything more. He was hesitant to explore further.
As though something had sensed this there was a brief sound of rushing wind followed by a squishy piercing noise and another manly grunt of pain stifled by what sounded to be a mouth of blood. The hand that had been reaching out seemed to tighten together in a brief moment of pain before going limp and falling to the floor. The tip of Xaviers sword lowered suddenly and he began to move forwars as he felt a wave of terror come over him. Had his only chance of saving his father just been ripped from him?
“Dad!” Xavier called out to the darkness, stretching out his hand for the pale limb he saw as his father. But not everything was as it seemed.
The darkness ebbed away with each step he took and soon Xavier could see that the body attached to the arm and the sword which lay only inches from it. What’s more, there was now two faces staring back at him from within the shadows and the scariest part was which one he recognized.
Lying on the ground with a face twisted into a soft, dead grimace of pain was a man Xavier had never seen before. With legs attached and all but of his chest was gone though. The flesh torn open and innards eaten with the blood painted across the second face now staring back at him. The face of his father. Albeit a little different, seeing as half of his face was opened up presumably by a sword wound and was oozing a black liquid. For just a moment they stood motionless and held eye contact, before a small quiver touched at Xaviers lip.
“Dad…” Xavier whimpered, causing his father to shift his body sideways with only his arms; dragging bloodied legless stumps across the ground. “No..!” Xavier yelled and began to back away with shuffling foot steps, sword clanging to the wooden floor as his grip on more than just his sanity was lost.
As though answering his final yell, the Diseased that was his father opened its mouth and released a scream which managed to ring at every octave and sent a chill through his spine. Xavier turned as quick as he could and began to run away, but it was too late. Xavier felt nails digging into his skin just before he began to fall. As soon as he hit the ground he rolled over, allowing him to reach out and grab hold of the Diseased by its shoulders. Holding it just far enough away that it’s gnashing teeth were just out of reach of his face. Xavier let out an involuntary cry of anguish as he fought against the weight out; lessening his grip to grab his blade would open him up to attacks and laying here hopelessly would eventually run him dry. And even if he could escape he didn’t feel like he could bring himself to kill what had been his father. Plus it wasn’t like he had anything to live for anyway… there was only one thing he could decide to do.
Xavier looked into the black, lifeless eyes of his father’s face and managed a smile through the effort he was exerting. “I love you dad.”
Xavier shut his eyes and relaxed his arm's, welcoming whatever may came next as the Diseased released yet another piercing screech as it descended upon him. Xavier could feel the teeth beginning to gnaw at his chin when a brief quaking of the ground shook the floorboards. Followed immediately by a Splintering wood and a wet squish.
It took a few seconds, but eventually Xavier opened his eyes and was staring directly into the black orbs which had replaced his father’s eyes. Through its skull was a slender spike that seemed to be jutting from the floorboards.. Xavier turned his head quickly to the other side and was greeted by the sight of a beautiful green eyed, blonde haired petite woman who snapped her fingers when he saw her and made the spike retract into the ground and his father’s body fall onto him.. On her face was a thick smirk which oozed arrogance.
With sensual crossing strides the woman crossed the room and stopped just a foot from Xaviers head where she bent at the knees and crouched further to his level.
“I guess even as a man you don’t have the balls to make it in this world.” She spoke with a soft, but harsh tone. She looked over at the lifeless body of his father. “At least now he’s free from a life of shame. Perhaps I should have waited and let him take you with him. Lord knows he always talked about it.”
With a prominent smile and a wink she stood up straight once again. She spun upon her heel and flicked her hair with a whip of her head before making for the door. With each step her words echoed louder and louder in Xaviers mind. As she neared the door every negative feeling he had ever had began to swarm his mind with her face as the sole image in his mind.
”Are we going to take that from that bitch?” a deep voice called over the noise in his mind. And in a mighty roar Xavier drowned out the noise and answered the voice.
“Noo!” Xaviers voice boomed as he righted himself; grabbing his blade from the floor in the process.
The woman jumped from the vicious tone of the scream and turned in query of what it was; a mixture of shock and confusion on her face as she turned. Though she had barely turned and made eye contact with Xavier when she felt his blade tear through her back and up through her lung and ribcage. The look of confusion became twisted with pain as her hands moved to weakly grasp the blade jutting out of her while her eyes stayed locked on Xaviers. No longer were they brown, but a red/purple mix that looked like clouds.
As soon as Xavier pierced his blade through the woman Xavier felt an incredible surge of power deep within his chest. Putting his nose against hers Xavier let out a scream directly in her face, his arms flexing very visibly before the woman’s feet were lifted off of the ground; a quiet squishing sounding as the blade sank in deeper as all her weight was put onto it. Xaviers yell ebbed away as he lifted the woman a foot into the air, only to shout again as he rotated the tip of the blade in the air so that it and the woman’s face were pointed at the ground. With a heave Xavier thrust the blade towards the floor boards and embedded the tip with a very solid thud. Leaving the woman’s legs dangling helplessly in the air and her face pressed against the floor beneath her own body weight. By now she was managing intelligible gargles of help as her arms flapped uselessly.
Xavier took a step back and watched the woman choke on her own blood; his breath heavy and rapid as though he were a panting animal. It was only when the woman’s body finally went limp that Xaviers mind began to come back to him and when it all hit him; Xavier broke down in tears and fell to his knees.
They’re coming. the voice spoke to him again; making Xaviers head shoot up and his eyes go wide.
“Whose coming?” he called out to the empty room. “Who are you?!”
The only one who cares whether you live or die. Now move.
Before Xavier could answer the clatter of armor and volley of manly voices signaled that the guards had begun doubling back for cleanup and knowing what he had just done Xavier knew the strange voice had a point. Even with the warning Xavier was unable to escape through the window before the guards were through the doorway; allowing them to give chase.
No matter how fast he moved Xavier couldn’t shake the guard and they chased him clear out of town and for what seemed like miles through the surrounding forest. Eventually night began to fall and with no torches the guards decided to fall back to town; leaving Xavier all alone in the darkness with no idea of where he was.
Xavier stumbled aimlessly for hours in the darkness until finally he stumbled upon something; a tree root sticking up in the path. Thankfully by using his head he managed to cushion his fall, by means of slamming forehead first into a Boulder and protecting his body.
“Fuck!” Xavier yelled as he put his hand to his forehead once he felt the blood pouring down his face, bending his head down to keep the blood from his eyes.
Xa-avie-er.. his name was called out softly by innumerable women’s voices.
In an instant Xavier the chill of the night was forced away and replaced with a strange warming sensation; as though a fire had suddenly been lit beside him. Quick as a whip Xavier lifted his head to try and see where the voices had come from but he was quickly blinded by his blood and forced to wipe it away.
Xa-avie-er.. the voices rang out again, but more prominently.
Xavier lifted his head again with his eyes blinking rapidly in a futile effort to clear his vision. Though his vision was hazy he managed to see a dark figure not far from him and beckoning with its arm so as to guide Xavier.
Xavier followed the dark form for a short time but despite getting a hold on his bleeding he was never able to see more than her silhouette. Here and there Xavier would lose sight of the shadow entirely as it passed by a tree, only to have it reappear behind a different tree almost beyond his peripherals. It felt like a game of cat and mouse that finally ended as Xavier was led out of the tree line and into a small moonlit clearing with a lake at its center.
Looking all around him Xavier couldn’t seem to find the figure that had been calling to him in the forest. For that matter why had he been hearing voices at all today?
Before Xavier was allowed to finish his thoughts he had his attention stolen away by a bright red spark that suddenly lit up an area of land closer to the lake. Xaviers pupils dilated the moment he focused on the light and the warm feeling passed through his body once again.
As they dimmed away and fell to the earth yet another show of red light came about, a tiny set of twin lights no bigger than the tip of a needle that danced and twirled around one another just above the dirt. As they spun they released a shower of sparks onto the ground which sparked some growth within the soil as a small, pitch black plant stem broke through.
Xavier began to take small steps towards the light show just as the tiny orbs began to rise into the air, the black stem stretching up in unison. Both the lights and the stem would rise up to around Xaviers knee height before stopping, allowing the orbs to expand their rotations. In that same moment the orbs began to dim in brightness as the amount of sparks they created increased dramatically. The black stem split thinly at the top with a light shower of sparks, allowing 3 additional stems to curl away from the tip and drop lightly towards the earth.
At the very tips of these hanging stems gathered the sparks of the now faded light orbs and with just a few pulsations they took form. The light on these stems faded with time as well to expose a plump red plant bulb whose folds glistened with a red light hanging from the stems. The beautiful sight painted a soft and stupid smile upon Xaviers face as he dropped to his knees with outstretched arms. The tip of his finger had barely grazed the surface of the nearest bud when all three blossomed in unison and with strange force. With their forceful opening they released a hazy red cloud of toxic spores that would hit him square in the face and send him reeling. A howl of both pain and surprise echoing into the darkness as he hit his rear, scrambling backwards away from the lake and the plant.
Upon impact the spores would infect the body and cause instant sensory hallucinations, which is why Xavier howled as he did. To him, that simple burst of air felt as though it had torn straight to the bone of his jaw and on top of this there was a bright red flash as the spores touched his eyes. Frantic pawing and a copious amount of fear filled tears made cleaning his eyes relatively easy and allowed him to get his bearings.
While he had not thrashed about he strangely enough, was no longer facing towards the plant or the lake but rather away from it and towards the forest. Quick as a whip Xavier turned 180 degrees to face the lake and plant again. A deep sense of Dread welled up within his chest as he stood and stared the plant down, a cold sweat dripping down his brow. From inconceivable place a deep and throaty chuckled endlessly, standing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
Deep inside his mind a voice was screaming, urging him to turn and run but this voice was silenced by an undying curiosity. This time a curiosity to see exactly what it was that was starting to bubble beneath the surface of the dark lake. From the murky water a single pitch black tentacle stretched towards the sky until it towered high above Xavier. Whose eyes were glued to what was going on. omg When it reached around 12 feet high the tentacle finally stopped growing but it began to make an ungodly noise. As though a large creature was heaving and readying to spew vomit. With each heave the tentacle would quiver, eventually making a small orb appear at its base. With each heave that would follow the orb would rise higher and higher until with an audible *pop* it reached the top; at which point the tentacle would spring into movement once again.
The strange tentacle fell back and downwards towards the surface of the lake in an almost free fall like state. Curling itself at the last second so that it shot through the air just above the water with such speed it rippled the water behind it without ever making contact. It moved at this incredible speed towards the bank Xavier stood upon, angling at the last moment so that it was now headed towards his face. A sinking feeling entered Xaviers stomach as he was overwhelmed with fear but found himself unable to move other even close his eyes as it closed in on him.
A quiet gasp slipped from his lips; the tentacle stopped only an inch from his nose. Again the voice inside him screamed to run and again it was smothered by sickening curiosity as the mass began to heave once again. Almost out of nowhere a slit began to appear on the surface of the mass. A slit through which long and thick strands of matted black hair began to protrude, more and more falling through as the tentacle heaved.
With more and more being exposed it wasn’t long before patches of lightly tanned skin began to come through. A severe chill ran through Xaviers spine as everything came to a rest, his jaw dropping open in a silent scream. Staring back at him was the severed and mangled head of a man with emerald green eyes whose days of glistening were far behind him. For Xavier, it was the very same face of the man who had been trying to eat him earlier in the day; his father. .
Adrenaline began to flood through Xaviers body, bringing about a light tingling across his body showing that things were coming back online. Even now his scream was beginning to come through piercing and loud. But, it wasn’t from his mouth. The muscles of the face staring back at him had not moved an inch, yet through its slightly open mouth came a terrified and ear splitting yell. Horrified as he was Xavier tried harder still to scream and still his voice was stolen from him.
Just as he thought it could get no worse, the once distant eyes and relaxed muscles of the face began to distort and change. A look of intense ferocity crept over the once dead face as its gaze locked with Xaviers, its once terrified scream twisting and distorting until it became a beat like roar with its mouth still hanging open.
In one quick movement the doppelgangers face closed the tiny sliver of distance which remained between itself and Xavier. Going so far as to graze the tip of its nose with his own so as to inspire the most amount of fear possible; with great success. Xaviers voice was his own once again and it came out in a shrill yipe as he spun on his heels, turning away from the tentacle and the lake and starting on a dead run.
The moment he turned from the creature he felt a brief moment of peace at not having to see it anymore and he seized it. Putting his feet to the ground with as much force as he ever had before, hell bent on never seeing this place ever again. However Xavier only felt the glorious thud of freedom beneath his feet for three steps when it was suddenly ripped out from beneath his feet. Almost to literally.
On the 4th step Xaviers monstrous, adrenaline fueled step met only air as it came down and it sent an icy chill through his entire body before it suddenly met a thick, gooey substance. Just like moments before his vision was suddenly masked by a horrid flash of red light, revealing everything for as it had been all along. Where he had thought that he was running back to the confines of the forest he had infact turned and ran directly into the black lake. While he would never understand it in his last moments, a hallucination had caused him to misread the position of the black lake and caused him to run straight into what he wanted to avoid. What he did understand, was this lake was far from being filled with water.
The black substance was thick as syrup and worse than that it seemed to grasp at his body and yank him down further now matter how hard he struggled. In an effort to scream one last time Xavier opened his mouth and reached to the sky, only to have the thick substance shove its way down his throat just moments before his vision is covered entirely. [/hr]
All at once his senses clicked off. Darkness, emptiness, nothingness. The feeling of his tense muscles simply faded away and he left with a warm sensation over taking his entire body; beginning with his toes. It wasn’t possible for him to move his head to look at them but Xavier was almost positive that they were gone.
Xavier was floating in the nothingness for what felt like hours; having lost sensation in everything save for his neck and head. When out of nowhere and from everywhere a deep voice spoke again; his words creating a rippling mass of energies that seemed to stretch into infinity.
Ahh Xavier.. it spoke softly. We finally get to meet…
As the voice trailed off another light show began before Xaviers eyes, before his own face suddenly appeared from the darkness. Staring back at him with dark purple eyes.
Face to face. The voice spoke through the copy of Xaviers face. A huge grin stretching impossibly an inch beyond each ear.
Slowly the real Xaviers face began to twist with confusion as his lips pursed together. “Wha-“ Xavier started slowly.
Whaaat is going on you ask?! the fake face called out, pressing itself against Xaviers face as it spoke. But Xavier couldn’t feel it at all.
Long story short; I’m stealing your life little man! On the last syllable the face gained a full head and grew a neck.
Xavier tried to have a reaction, but his face felt frozen now. No longer taken over by warmth.
“Don't worry” Xaviers voice spoke from the face in front of him. “This is what you were destined for! I have been watching you for quite sometime and I’m here to tell you that you’ve finally made it!”
With a quiver and shake the floating head produced a bare chest down to the abdomen and it sprouted two arms and hands; one of which was holding a small hand mirror. Quick as a whip the hand brought it between Xavier and the strange being before him; allowing Xavier his first sight of himself. Xaviers eyes widened at what he saw.
In the mirror staring back at him was only a pair of brown colored eyes, wide and glistening with fear.
“Aaaaaghhhhh!!” Xaviers voice yelled through the darkness before the mirror moved away, showing it was the fake Xavier screaming from his mouth. “I do believe that was the word you were looking for, no?” The fake Xavier sat cross legged in the darkness with his elbow resting on his knee to help prop his chin up with his fist. Entirely nude with the cross of his legs hiding his junk.
“Well great, now I feel like I should explain!” The fake Xavier threw his hands up on feigned exasperation.
“You see, your world isn’t exactly ‘your world’” The fake used air quotes now before pounding his hand against his chest. “it's ours! And you shitheads are only borrowing the space.”
What? a disembodied voice echoed in the darkness.
“That’s it!” The fake Xavier snapped his fingers and pointed towards the eyes in the darkness. “You catch on quick my friend! It took me centuries to figure out how to speak here! But still; shut your god damned mind.”
“Now, as I was saying, this world is ours! The gods! We created everything you all take for granted!” The fake Xavier had begun to pace now; a black rectangle hovering over his dong as he strolled in perfect loopty loops in midair.
“Even those powers that you all drool over and fantasize about are nothing more than cheap knock offs granted to you by the gods. But do we get any sort of thanks? No!”
No we…Only…You
“Eh?” The fake Xavier stopped in his tracks, angled diagonally in the air with his head pointed down in relation to what Xavier viewpoint. The naked body seemed to tense for a moment; before raising a hand and swatting at the air as though to wipe away the subject. “Yeah yeah they aren’t what’s important right now.” Xaviers body rotated quickly on its own to right itself as his legs became crossed once again and he moved to face the disembodied eyes. With both hands raised the thumb and forefinger of each hand snapped together and left the index fingers pointed at the eyes.
“YOU are what’s important right now my friend!” Now he clasped his hands together and interlinked his fingers so that he was holding his own hand and he painted the same cheesy smile on his face. For once in your miserable little life you actually matter!” Pulling his hands apart Xaviers body created a shower of sparks that danced as he wiggled his fingers. “Hurraayy!”
Seconds of silence passed by and the smile melted away from his face. “Well don't start blinking for joy or anything.” He let out a soft sigh before starting again.
“Okay look; I am a God too. Through difference of opinions I found myself locked in ‘god jail' “ the air quotes made their way back. “Sure I spent the first few centuries crying and the next ones enraged but eventually I realized that if I didn’t like it here I was going to have to get myself out. And so I worked up a plan that was centered around a piece or human garbage. One of the only children the gods saw unfit for their gifts. You!” Xaviers hand reached out and jabbed one of the disembodied eyes straight in its pupil; popping it in a cloud of white smoke.
Even though he was beyond his physical body Xaviers consciousness could feel the incredible pain caused by that and he screamed out in pain as his other free eye closed. The darkness around them trembled as Xaviers voice boomed through it; causing random jolts of a thick red energy to light up the darkness.
What little bit of a smile was left on the face of the man in Xaviers vanished in an instant before he began to float in a slow circle to take in everything that was happening. “That…is a new one….” He spoke quietly.
“Anywho!” he hollered as he snapped around to look at Xaviers disembodied eye. “When I saw that none of the other gods saw you fit take their gifts; well I just had to have You! I could feel your misery and jealousy and it was oh so sweet. So I grabbed hold of your life and I shat all over it! The father that never accepted you and ultimately despised you for being a weakling. The mother who loved you so dearly and yet you were so helpless to stop her slaughter. The friends and town that cast you out like the true human garbage you are. It was all me ! Mitsurashi! God of Chaos!” He exclaimed cheerfully.
“I got you nice and mad at the world and all that hate started to open a doorway for me to finally grant my gift on someone. Today, when you finally lost it and absolutely massacred that woman you burst that door wide open and now: here you are!” With a big grin Mitsurashi unfolded the legs of Xaviers body and floated away from Xaviers disembodied eye. While motion towards his entire body with graceful strokes of his hands in the air Mitaurashi spoke again. “Or here I am actually! With all those chaotic feelings bouncing around inside you and the chaotic life you’ve lived you’re now this big writhing pool of Chaos Energy that's going to allow me to gather enough Chaos Energy at one moment to finally break free. And since it’s the old switcheroo my brethren will be none the wiser until it is too late!”
Mitsurashi brought his hands together once again; creating a shower of purple sparks that danced briefly in the air before swimming to the tips of Mitsurashis fingers where they would shine brightly. “Now, all that’s left to do is to syphon the energy away from you and I will leave you to float aimlessly in this prison for all eternity!” As he spoke he turned slowly and began separating his fingers, causing purple energy to ark between his outstretched fingers. As though teasing Xavier, Mitsurashi was wiggling his lit up fingers as he approached Xaviers last disembodied eye. “This is only going to hurt for a moment.”
Xaviers eye was frantically scanning the scene before him; it was about to run itself out of its socket when Mitsurashi reached out and placed both hands of glowing finger tips in a perfect circle around Xaviers eye. Xavier could feel a strange pulling around his eye socket.
“Ahh yes” Mitsurashi spoke softly. “I can feel the energy within you. Just let it slip away boy. Give your life to me!”
What remained of Xaviers vision was overcome by flashes of purple lights and visions of his past. On the whole he began to feel very sleepy. Each flash of purple energy caused a different piece of his life to flash before his eyes; each scene darker and quieter than the last. So this is what it was like to die.
No.. The word echoed quietly, but in its wake it created pulsating waves of a dark red energy. Just before Mitsurashis fingers flashed from purple to red and caused him to cry out and retract his hands; eyeing them suspiciously. But they were purple again.
“What was that..” Mitsurashi spoke quietly. Looking over at Xaviers eye, it was crying and still looking for any kind of way out. It didn’t seem to be him. With a Vigorous shake of his head and a flex of his hands Mitsurashi readied himself to try again. “I just have to rip It out of him.”
With a deep breath Mitsurashi slammed his hands back around Xaviers eyes and his muscles visibly tensed as he worked himself. Xaviers eye rolled back to expose the whites of his eyes before they started turning a dark purple color. Xavier blacked out in an instant, but only for an instant.
Nooo!! This time the voice boomed like thunder before a thick, red lightning bolt appeared from the darkness and collided with Mitsurashis neck. Wrapping itself tightly around his throat.
“What?!” Mitsurashi exclaimed.
The purple color that had overtaken Xaviers eyes was starting to change; a swirling red mass growing in its center. The purple lights of Mitsurashis fingers shifted to a dark red purple as well and he found that he was no longer able to pull his hands away.
“I don't understand…what is this power?!” Mitsurashi screamed.
The last of the darkness in Xaviers eyes faded away leaving a dark red color in place of his whites. His eyeball rolled back to center, exposing a glistening red iris.
“It's your gift to me; remember.” Mitsurashis mouth moved in perfect unison with the booming voice that tore through the darkness. Mitsurashis skin began to crack and fracture, allowing the dark red energy to pour from within. No matter how hard he tried; Mitsurashi couldn’t scream about what was happening. Xavier was starting to regain control and even better; he was taking over what remained of Mitsurashis as well.
Mitsurashi threw his head back as his own eyes were forced to change from purple to red; a look of pain twisting his face. Though it wasn’t for long as Mitsurashi face fractured and cracked before his entire body exploded in a majestic puff of red energy. The darkness came to life with a volley of red lightning strikes; each of which grew stronger than the last until… [/hr]
It was no more than a minute after Xavier had first fallen into the black lake, time passing much slower in the real world. The pitch black darkness of the night was briefly lit up with red as a massive bolt of dark red energy tore through the air and smacked dead center in the black lake.
Xavier had managed to work up enough energy to break through the prison and the black lake acted like a magnet for his power. Providing him a sanctuary where he would be able to figure out how to sustain a physical form.
Inside The like he found what remained of his body lying at the bottom; already a skeleton as the Chaos Energy had eaten away the flesh. It gave Xavier a base to work with though and through trial and error Xavier would manage a roughly doppelganger that would allow him to obtain another body. When he did obtain a body, Xavier went on a series of killing sprees to collect several different specimens that he could add to the black lake. Learning their muscular and bone structures as he could feel them being broken down bit by bit.
Xavier also found that the Black Lake had begun to dissolve the stone surrounding it, breaking it down to an atomic level and joining the two as one. The liquid was essentially a living, writhing form of a Chaos/Earth hybrid. [/hr] Within a few years Xavier had learned an incredible amount about his own bodies possibilities, the liquid that would in time serve as blood and the muscular and skeletal structure of the human body. Using this knowledge Xavier fashioned himself a new body and set about a plan if revenge that would bring about the fall of his town and it’s defenders.
With each defender he dragged back to the lake, Xavier was able to add their power to his own. Amassing a collection of 3 different elements before he was banished from his world. Fire, lightning and stone. Shortly after he was banished from his home in the multiverse and now moves randomly between worlds in search of battle. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————
