[OOC] The War of the Three

[KoL]

<Snipped quote by KoL>

Get faster.

@TheWindel

Actually, I've already caught up.

[KoL]

PS:

@TheWindel

I was going to try and add Apy to the insanity happening on Hell, but given that you are going for a collab, I can't really do that.

That said, I'll see if I can get something for Iona before going to sleep tonight.

[TheWendil]

Actually, I've already caught up.

@KoL

Stop bragging.

[Mega Birb]

Gregorovic

"Fresh meat from a fresh kill..."

Name:
Gregorovic

Title:
The Faceless One

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Male

Allegiance:
Demons of Hell

Race:
Macabre Jester

Height:
7'01"

Weight:
97lbs

Personality:

Gregorovic's personality is hard to pin down, though it's clear he has the mind of an apex predator. He has a deep cunning and generally knows more than he lets on, and seems to have deeper knowledge than most on the Nexus as a whole. He actively fights dirty and overexploits any weakness he may find, and places extremely low value on any and all life, even by the War's standards. Beyond this, very few have been around long enough to know the Faceless One. He’s a good representation of the sin of Gluttony.

History:

The minute hand on the clock ticked once more, jerking the chains that bound their prisoner for the sextillionth time. Just three minutes until it happened again, a sort of ritual that occured once every six hours without fail since the last long-standing predecessor before Rufus took Hell's throne. Tens of thousands of years of monotany, broken only by the regular pained screaming of the lanky figure bound to a clock face by his wrists. There was a reason for why he was here, one the figure often mulled over in his cell at the bottom of an impossibly deep and wide pit in the furthest catacombs of Celestia.

He had been a dying man in some dimension outside the Nexus, an apothecary despirate to extend his life before his illness took him in an ironic fashion. He had imprisoned a tribe of elves known for living for thousands of years, determined to extract the secret to their longevity. After months of testing and disposing of bodies, the doctor was down to his last subject, a young and attractive female he had wanted to avoid testing on from the start. Unfortunately, in his bid to save himself, this is what it came down to.

The clock ticked. Two minutes.

He opened the cage with trembling hands and roughly grabbed her by the arm, taking her to a bloodied table that had seen much use over the last few fortnights. He laid her down, surprised by her lack of protest, yet totally unempathetic. He tied her in, aged hands clasping leather bindings around young wrists. She was perfectly steady, almost accepting her fate. The man pulled an anatomy chart and several surgical tools from under the table.

The clock ticked. One minute.

He gave up on science. He turned to the supernatural. He visited the Barrows, the collective tomb of six brothers turned into wights by an otherworldly mage. There, he sought out the mage, and offered himself and his loyalty in exchange for eternal life. The mage accepted the offer and killed the man, gifting his spirit the body of a macabre jester, and a set of instructions: "This body will never die a natural death, though it must consume others to survive, and will become more powerful as it does so."

Disgusted, yet grateful, the man bowed his thanks to his new master before setting off. He was now a terror of the night, a beast with no other motivation than to grow its own power. And that's exactly what it did, never changing form but growing more malicious by the day.

Thousands of years passed before two beings were left in the dimension: The man, and the mage. The mage knew his mistake now, there was nothing holding the man to him anymore. The need to consume had outweighed his loyalty bound by blood, and that meant he was the last one on the list. As he tired from his concealment of himself, the mage thought himself safe enough to sleep for one night in the empty universe.

He was wrong, the man found him within minutes and finished him off.

As the only one left in the dimension, it felt strange when he felt something pull at him. But before he register what was happ-

The clock ticked. The ritual began.

…

Except it didn't. No hooks shot into his abdomen, no knives sliced him open, not even the axe-wielding puppet came to cut his head in two. For no reason he could find, the chains that bound him to the hands of the clock went slack, and he found himself able to move freely for the first time in forever. It took him a moment, though his mouth split wide open into a smile to show off a full set of thin, needle-like teeth. The curved slits in his face for eyes briefly flashed a dull gold and chuckle started. It rose rapidly into a shrill laughter, piercing the eternal silence Gregorovic had lived in.

The Nexus was about to become a lot emptier…

Powers:

Gluttony – Consuming living things adds to Gregorovic’s overall power.

Golden Eyes – Eyes of Destruction, turning the Nexus into a plaything waiting to be torn apart.

Limber – Blunt weapons from any faction do reduced damage.

Dexterity – Significantly boosts anything related to agility, including jumping and reaction time.

Advanced Regeneration – Rapidly regenerates damage done to him if not attacked for a moderate period of time.

Shadow Walk – Enables faster movement and short-range teleportation while obscured in darkness.

Blindspot - Allows the creation of short-ranged portals, ideally used for combat purposes.

Weapons:

Shadow Glaives – A matched pair of mechanical glaives, enchanted to return to their owner after being thrown and capable of spinning at break-neck speeds. Their blades are capable of poisoning anything not venom-resistant should they break skin.

Trick Knife – A shadowy knife that, when thrown, bounces between enemies up to three times before returning to its owner.

Equipment:

Macabre Jester’s Body – The body of a late macabre jester, surprisingly durable and expectantly fast and flexible, to the point of positions that should be crippling becoming possible.

Macabre Mask – A hardened mask, enchanted to act as a face. It is highly resistant to most forms of attack, essentially a stud in a wall.

@TheWindel@KoL
Here he be, add Greg to the list of underwhelming Demon names.

[KoL]

Gregorovic

"Fresh meat from a fresh kill..."

Name:
Gregorovic

Title:
The Faceless One

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Male

Allegiance:
Demons of Hell

Race:
Macabre Jester

Height:
7'01"

Weight:
97lbs

Personality:

Gregorovic's personality is hard to pin down, though it's clear he has the mind of an apex predator. He has a deep cunning and generally knows more than he lets on, and seems to have deeper knowledge than most on the Nexus as a whole. He actively fights dirty and overexploits any weakness he may find, and places extremely low value on any and all life, even by the War's standards. Beyond this, very few have been around long enough to know the Faceless One. He’s a good representation of the sin of Gluttony.

History:

The minute hand on the clock ticked once more, jerking the chains that bound their prisoner for the sextillionth time. Just three minutes until it happened again, a sort of ritual that occured once every six hours without fail since the last long-standing predecessor before Rufus took Hell's throne. Tens of thousands of years of monotany, broken only by the regular pained screaming of the lanky figure bound to a clock face by his wrists. There was a reason for why he was here, one the figure often mulled over in his cell at the bottom of an impossibly deep and wide pit in the furthest catacombs of Celestia.

He had been a dying man in some dimension outside the Nexus, an apothecary despirate to extend his life before his illness took him in an ironic fashion. He had imprisoned a tribe of elves known for living for thousands of years, determined to extract the secret to their longevity. After months of testing and disposing of bodies, the doctor was down to his last subject, a young and attractive female he had wanted to avoid testing on from the start. Unfortunately, in his bid to save himself, this is what it came down to.

The clock ticked. Two minutes.

He opened the cage with trembling hands and roughly grabbed her by the arm, taking her to a bloodied table that had seen much use over the last few fortnights. He laid her down, surprised by her lack of protest, yet totally unempathetic. He tied her in, aged hands clasping leather bindings around young wrists. She was perfectly steady, almost accepting her fate. The man pulled an anatomy chart and several surgical tools from under the table.

The clock ticked. One minute.

He gave up on science. He turned to the supernatural. He visited the Barrows, the collective tomb of six brothers turned into wights by an otherworldly mage. There, he sought out the mage, and offered himself and his loyalty in exchange for eternal life. The mage accepted the offer and killed the man, gifting his spirit the body of a macabre jester, and a set of instructions: "This body will never die a natural death, though it must consume others to survive, and will become more powerful as it does so."

Disgusted, yet grateful, the man bowed his thanks to his new master before setting off. He was now a terror of the night, a beast with no other motivation than to grow its own power. And that's exactly what it did, never changing form but growing more malicious by the day.

Thousands of years passed before two beings were left in the dimension: The man, and the mage. The mage knew his mistake now, there was nothing holding the man to him anymore. The need to consume had outweighed his loyalty bound by blood, and that meant he was the last one on the list. As he tired from his concealment of himself, the mage thought himself safe enough to sleep for one night in the empty universe.

He was wrong, the man found him within minutes and finished him off.

As the only one left in the dimension, it felt strange when he felt something pull at him. But before he register what was happ-

The clock ticked. The ritual began.

…

Except it didn't. No hooks shot into his abdomen, no knives sliced him open, not even the axe-wielding puppet came to cut his head in two. For no reason he could find, the chains that bound him to the hands of the clock went slack, and he found himself able to move freely for the first time in forever. It took him a moment, though his mouth split wide open into a smile to show off a full set of thin, needle-like teeth. The curved slits in his face for eyes briefly flashed a dull gold and chuckle started. It rose rapidly into a shrill laughter, piercing the eternal silence Gregorovic had lived in.

The Nexus was about to become a lot emptier…

Powers:

Gluttony – Consuming living things adds to Gregorovic’s overall power.

Golden Eyes – Eyes of Destruction, turning the Nexus into a plaything waiting to be torn apart.

Limber – Blunt weapons from any faction do reduced damage.

Dexterity – Significantly boosts anything related to agility, including jumping and reaction time.

Advanced Regeneration – Rapidly regenerates damage done to him if not attacked for a moderate period of time.

Shadow Walk – Enables faster movement and short-range teleportation while obscured in darkness.

Blindspot - Allows the creation of short-ranged portals, ideally used for combat purposes.

Weapons:

Shadow Glaives – A matched pair of mechanical glaives, enchanted to return to their owner after being thrown and capable of spinning at break-neck speeds. Their blades are capable of poisoning anything not venom-resistant should they break skin.

Trick Knife – A shadowy knife that, when thrown, bounces between enemies up to three times before returning to its owner.

Equipment:

Macabre Jester’s Body – The body of a late macabre jester, surprisingly durable and expectantly fast and flexible, to the point of positions that should be crippling becoming possible.

Macabre Mask – A hardened mask, enchanted to act as a face. It is highly resistant to most forms of attack, essentially a stud in a wall.

@TheWindel@KoL
Here he be, add Greg to the list of underwhelming Demon names.

@Mega Birb

@TheWindel

Someone's really intent on pleasing (or ripping off) you here, uh? I'll let this judgment up to you since it was fun enough just to read this.

[Mega Birb]

*Obsessively refreshes page*

[TheWendil]

*Kicks @KoL*

@Mega Birb

Accepted.

[TheWendil]

@Mega Birb

Oh. Should probably mention. Lucille hates your character. Like, alot.

[Mega Birb]

@TheWindel
Is it the cannibalism?

[TheWendil]

Is it the cannibalism?

@Mega Birb

He reminds her of a masked asshole.

[Mega Birb]

@TheWindel
Ah yes, the Jester. I think she'll get over it relatively quickly, Greg's a good deal more twisted than that asshat.

Or are we talking about Ira?

[KoL]

Ah well, I guess that I'll be posting tomorrow. In the place of my next post, have a small teaser of a character that I need to introduce before even more of her portfolio gets stolen:

"Creation and Destruction are two and yet one. The Law of Cycles shall spares no one of its reach."

A P O P H I S
^{Height: 154 cm ⚕ Weight: 46 kg ⚕ Age: Older than Everything}

_{N A M E}

Apophis, The Snake of Lost Paradise, Goddess of Etropy and Cycles (Creation and Destruction), The Primordial Snake.

_{G E N D E R}

Female.

_{R A C E}

Cosmic Principle.

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

— "The I you see and that you do not are but one and the same."

Apophis.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

— "..."
.

_{B I O}

— "The secrets of time itself lie within me."
.

_{A B I L I T I E S}

— "Would you like know the true meaning of Chaos?"

— Rainbow Eyes: Because Gold and Silver ones are for suckers.

[The 42nd Gecko]

@KoL

Artoria: Older than everything? *puppy dog eyes* So you don't have a mommy? Saaaaad.

~~

Also, funnily enough, being of creation and destruction was my third idea for a Demon character, rejected on the basis of it wouldn't be fun to fight fellow players with something that strong.

[Gardevoiran]

All these characters and their odd powers...

I wanna make a new character now. Maybe a healing robo-Jesus.

[TheWendil]

@KoL

We don't need two snakes.

[Flamelord]

Meh, Lorana could take her, so she's basically a scrub here :V

[TheWendil]

Meh, Lorana could take her, so she's basically a scrub here :V

@Flamelord

Actually. You're not wrong.

[KoL]

@KoL

We don't need two snakes.

@TheWindel

Off to detention again, then. Yet it would be good to illuminate people on the higher orders of reality.

Well, whatever.

[The 42nd Gecko]

For those of you not in the Hell Collab, here's a little sneak peak at what's been going on, as well as how Artoria's powers work from the inside.

Arm Slot
Pangolin Pagoda Claws: With scales formed from the Shield of Unholy Misery, and claws that rip open the fabric of space, Mephila's contribution to Artoria's arsenal is most welcome. Even if their physical offensive power lacks compared to most of Artoria's other claw options.
+++Anti-Holy Shield ++Portal Claws +Defense

Head Slot
Hell Vixen's Eyes: These eyes seethe with the Hell Vixen Mephila's determination. They also come with adorable fox ears!
++Pain-Inhibitors +Minor Shielding

Skin Slot
Pangolin Pagoda Armor: With powers of both camouflage and a well rounded balance of defense, offense, and speed, Mephila's contribution to Artoria's arsenal is most welcome.
++Dynamic Camouflage +Strength +Defense +Speed

Tail Slot
Hell Vixen's Ninetails: With the power of fire creation, for both direct offensive fire manipulation, and firejet propulsion, Mephila's contribution to Artoria's arsenal is most welcome. This is unquestionably Artoria's best tail weapon at the moment. She needs to grab a manticore tail or something.
++Pyrokinesis ++Jet Propulsion +Fire Resist

~~

Aw, Windel already posted it. I wanted to get people worried.

[The 42nd Gecko]

@Lonewolf685 So. Artoria's supposed to spy out Hilda's place before we attack it. Do you want to hand wave that or roleplay it?