Xavier Bloodbayne

I want some arena wins.

I’m game to break face with both the OP and all visitors who posted. 👍🏽

Bloodshed and Silence, Flesh and Metal

As Drom entered the crimson cloud he would have little to no discernible impact on it as the particles of Dread Energy were currently locked in their ethereal state and possessed little to no physical presence; a fact exasperated by the fact that he presented no defense against the energy. For every millisecond that he is exposed to the power of Dread Energy, he would have hundreds of thousands of individual particles trying to force their way through his skin/clothing/armor as though he were shaking hands with the core of a nuclear reactor. Should the battle end within the next few minutes, such a dosage of Dread Energy would prove to be inconsequential, but the longer the battle drags on the greater the dosage and the more potent the effects.

When it came to the electrification of the crimson cloud, Xavier had not expected any sort of spectacular outcome to come so soon after initiating the charge. It was more of a preamble to a greater power than a straight out attack, but the outcome it provided was welcomed all the same. By allowing the electricity to run through his body, Drom was also allowing a rather large dosage of Dread Energy into his body as well. After all, Xavier did not possess a single power or ability that was not either powered by or fused with Dread Energy. So in the very instant the electricity entered Drom’s body Xavier was granted an incredibly detailed sight of his would be opponent. Circulatory systems, skeletal structure, muscular structure, nervous system etc, anything that could be touched by an electrical charge in his body was imprinted on Xavier’s mind. The only thing that would have gone differently then what Drom would have intended, was the idea of the electrical charge leaving his body. Now that it had entered him, it and the excess energy it carried, were locked inside and ready to wreak some havoc on the beings innards.

In just a few microseconds after sensing the lightning within Drom, Xavier sent a mental command to the numerous particles of Dread Energy within Drom so as to make use of their metamorphic capabilities; shifting from their ethereal state to that of Dreadful Flames with an explosive force comparable to a simple firecracker. The flames that they would create weren’t capable of generating any amazing levels of heat, but they were capable of eradicating any physical matter the instant they made contact with it; each particle creating a crude sphere of flames roughly ¼ inch in diameter. Water, blood, oil, any sort of liquid would not be able to stop the miraculously spontaneous combustion of these particles or hinder the spreading of the flames. Seeing as how Drom had already willingly saturated himself through and through with the particles of Dread Energy, he would be hard pressed to find a suitable defense within the next few milliseconds.

Bloodshed and Silence, Flesh and Metal

(I hit quite a rut while writing this, so it isn’t the best but it IS done.)

Standing atop the tallest mound of burning bodies was a burly monster of a man with shoulder length pitch black hair and piercing red eyes named Xavier Bloodbayne. All around him were the remnants of an immense army that had mobilized and matched against him in a last ditch effort to prevent the total annihilation of their species. No more than 5 days ago rumor began to spread of a man cloaked in a thick red energy fog, known as Dread Energy, that had appeared on the coast and began sweeping through the towns and villages on the outskirts of the country; leaving a bloody trail of death and destruction in his wake.

Fearing the annihilation of their people, the 5 Kings that governed the land decided it was time to set aside their petty differences and stand together against the senseless slaughter. They commanded that every able bodied man and woman under their rule to unify and create The 5 Kingdom Army. With all manner of weapons and magical abilities they waged war on Xavier for 3 days straight; a veritable sea of warriors pushing onwards in one grand attempt at salvation.

From his perch Xavier looked upon the carnage he had brought upon the land with pride as he basked in self adulation as he reaped the fruits of his labor. Each pile of bodies had thick clouds of dark red smoke rolling off of them as the red flames in which they were drenched devoured everything they touched. By the time that Drom would have begun to appear on the battlefield it was already saturated with an incredible amount of Dread Energy; painting an incredibly detailed picture of the surrounding area and all things within it.

The very instant in which Drom established connection with the realm that Xavier had been bullying, a series of metaphorical alarms started sounding within his mind as he became aware of changes in atmospheric pressure and ambient energy levels. In response to these changes Xavier commanded the cloud of Dread Energy to condense on his location; miles worth of non-corporeal particulate coming together to create a veritable wall of Dread Energy that stretched out for a mile in any given direction from Xavier’s body. For any being that relied on a rudimentary means of sight or one based on energy detection, they would find Xavier wholly indiscernible from the writhing red cloud. Everything that comprises the physical body of Xavier is made of the same basic building blocks as the Dread Energy in the air rendering him practically invisible.

At the same time the cloud was condensing, a wave of static electricity would waft from end to end in a bright flash of red light; nothing more than each particle storing an electrical charge that would measure little more than 100 Joules. For the moment, this was all Xavier would do as he awaited some sort of movement or action from Drom; expecting nothing less then the beginning of a glorious battle

Gotta Itch That Needs Scratchin’

I have been out of the fighting game for too long and I really need to get back at it. I have a tournament coming up at some point in the future and I need to get my creative juices flowing again.

Setting: Up to the opponent, I usually just do a forest.

Rules: T1 High Powered rules.

Intended character:

Xavier Bloodbayne

Player Name: Bloodbayne

Name: Xavier Bloodbayne

Age: N/A

Height: 6ft 9

Weight: To Be Determined – Skeletal structure has been altered drastically causing 3x density.

Race: Bloodbayne - Custom

Appearance:

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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.

Abilities

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 all LL LL l LL lllol ok 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.

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Powers Obtained From Battle

From - Rey De La Obscuridad II

• El Rey's physical form was one of the few things that had impressed Xavier in their battle; it wasn't just the raw power that interested him but rather the general size of his body and how that muscular power was displaced amongst a man of his size. By tearing down the body of El Rey Xavier was able to adjust his own skeletal and muscular structure to gain those few extra inches. The men were matched for raw power so Xavier combined his old knowledge with this newly obtained bodily-blueprint to produce a more productive body; much like what he possessed already. The muscles were smaller than they were before and have Xavier a less than God like body but allowed him to maintain and even increase the density that his metallic muscular fibres granted to him.
• Upon destroying El Rey Xavier left his skull and mind untouched so as to seep Dread Energy into it and unlock it's secrets. Beneath a massive compensation complex, Xavier discovered that El Rey had been able to create energy constructs of incredible density and craftsmanship; a perfect additive to Dread Energy. With this, Xaviers command over his energy has now extended to being able to adjust it's physical composition; making both solid, fluid, gaseous and all forms in between a possibility. Not just the sand-like particulate it has been known to exhude.
• Gone is the weak and meager flesh that Xavier has been forced to wear in the past. From El Rey, Xavier took a bodysuit that was capable of withstanding ridiculous physical trauma and a wide variety of meager energy attacks. By pulling apart the fibres of this bodysuit piece by piece Xavier was able to produce a suit of flesh that was much stronger than what he had worn before; though it was not as tough as it was upon El Rey for Xavier had to spread the fibres throughout his entire body. Regardless; Xaviers skin is now more resilient then it has ever been and can resist damage much like modern day combat vests by displacing any damage evenly amongst each bodysuit fibre melded with his flesh.

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.
• 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.

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.
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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…
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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.
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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.
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Downed Warriors

Rey de la Oscuridad II - El Rey lost due to the over confidence of his puppeteer Tezcatlipoca. Xavier destroyed the body of El Rey whilst his owner elected to ignore the battle. In the moment of his victory, Xavier copied El Rey's muscular structure and gained several inches of height while condensing his muscles so that he could maintain a good size body and the explosive muscular power that came from his and El Rey's bodies.

Sarah - Sarah and Xavier fought in the TZDL Tournament Preliminary Round. Xavier came out victorious; but took nothing for himself.

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(Here we go)

Just as the ashen star at the center of the Ancient Colosseum began to exhude it's black, mist like payload into the arena; a massive explosion suddenly tore through the air roughly 300 ft to the North of the star. Almost instantly, it created a massive cloud of brown dust that billowed quickly through the Arena towards the Northern Entrance of the Colosseum. As the seconds passed, the particles within the cloud would never come to rest and some unseen force within the cloud was kicking up a steady stream of particulate that caused the thickness of the cloud to double with each passing moment.

As the black mist finally drew in close enough to make contact with the first few layers of the dust cloud, it caused a chain reaction within it that altered the fundamental building blocks of the earth itself. In an almost immeasurable moment of time, the different pieces of stone and metallic ore within the cloud had their Basic Elemental Energies stripped away, mutated and then reapplied; causing their colors to change to different tones of red, black and purple, but favoring a red hue while also giving each of them an incredibly dense and metallic form. As one particle underwent this change, it would pass it onto the next one it touched and the next and the next etc until a massive, glittering wave of crimson was sweeping from one end of the cloud to the other. This signalled the appearance of an entirely new type of energy known as Dread Energy; a mutation of Chaos Energy inside of which a being of higher consciousness named Xavier Bloodbayne resides. With this energy in tow, Xavier has spent the greater majority of his never ending life leaping between worlds, realms and realities in search of glorious battle. There is no way of killing Xavier for good; so long as a single speck of his energy remains anywhere in all of creation, he could reconstitute himself and come back even stronger than before. However, the physical body which he uses to do battle can be destroyed and victory achieved; though to date, there has been only one, blue haired, man to have bested him in battle.

In most cases, like the one here and now, Xavier will mutate surrounding earthen materials to fashion his body from scratch. So as the Dread Energy swept through the dust cloud, there was no longer any Tungsten, Titanium or even concrete in the cloud; they had all been transmogrified into one single, previously unknown, metallic alloy known as Dread Metal. Under scientific scrutiny, Dread Metal would show to have a durability and density four times that of steel while only needing half of the material steel would need to achieve said strength; a 1 inch piece of Dread Metal is as strong as a 4 inch piece of steel. It was through this incredible metal that Xaviers body was created; using the the bodies of many fallen warriors as the building blocks for his design.

It was in almost perfect unison with the opponents creation that Xaviers body began piecing itself together in the eye of that crimson storm. The glittering sheen the cloud had once held began to fade as the metallic particles were drawn inward; immediately beginning construction on the magnificence that was their masters physical body. The actual creation of the body was hidden from sight; the particles of energy which clung to the air were bunched closely together and with Xavier essentially being made of the same energy that surrounded him, it was practically impossible to discern where his physical body was.

The skeletal structure of the body came first as layer upon layer of Dread Metal worked it into fruition along the same basic guidelines of the human anatomy, leaving them able to withstand and absorb incredible pressure before breaking as well as adding to Xaviers daunting weight. The next thing to be created was Xavier's Muscular Structure, which used microscopic threads of Dread Metal to weave together thick muscles all over his body until he was built like an Olympic god. Because the design of the muscles themselves were based off of beings with God like strength; they also possessed the power to go toe to toe with any of them in a bare handed match up. With all his metallic might added to his frame, Xavier would weigh in at just over three ton; making his ability to move at a maximum speed of 300 MPH quite the feat on its own. With the metallic muscles finished and in place, Xavier would look very similar to the T-800 Android as seen in the Earthen film; Terminator.

To keep the secret of his metallic body intact, several layers of ashen, grey skin were wrapped taught to his frame; the tips of all his toes and fingers a deep purple as though they were affected by frost bite. For the most part, Xavier's skin was as normal as a humans in that it offered no protection from physical damage of any kind; though where it differed was in its abilities to withstand the effects of high temperatures and the ability to almost entirely reject any sort of magic/Energy that is used against it.

The final pieces that were created were his eyes and brain. Xavier's mind has enhanced the Neural pathways responsible for all mental communications; doubling their effectiveness to relay what has been seen, heard or felt and acting upon it much faster than a human ever could. His eyes are capable of seeing twice as far as a peak human, 3 times as clear and his mind allows him to process all this information almost three times as fast; shrinking his reaction time down to a mere sliver of it's former self. What has been listed are the only organs Xavier is said to possess; he is created with no heart, no lungs, no kidneys or any other vital organ to speak of. Replacing them instead with a vast amount of Liquid Dread Metal to be used at any time. So custom is Xavier's body, that not a single form of genitalia is present on his pubic mound; only a smooth, Ken-like, groin.

With their creation, Xavier's once still face suddenly sprang into life; a deep scowl painted across his face as his eyes snapped open to reveal the crimson pools that resided within. In immediate response to their masters body clicking into action; the particles of the crimson cloud that had been writing and roiling finally came to an eery standstill. In one section of the cloud, it's density lessened so as to give both opponents a view of one another. Though the particles were now still, they were relaying a constant stream of information back to Xaviers enhanced mind; creating a mental image of the area in his mind while also detailing things such as ambient energy levels, sudden changes in air pressure or objects disturbing the individual particles.

Xavier was just able to make out the disappearance of the black flames before the face of his opponent came into being; a less than fearful sight as far as Xavier was concerned. It just seemed to be another animal in desperate need of being put out of it's misery. Xavier would allow this... Creature, to have the first move.

No warrior had an obvious upper hand on the other; the arena was filled with the two energies (Dread Energy and the black mist) and was bisected down the middle. Leaving 300 feet between the two opponents and 150 feet of their energy ahead of them.

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I'm going to go ahead and assume that's a no. After looking over the post at an in-depth level, I've found that my Character will be more than enough to deal with yours. Although, your mist won't be benefiting you this time around.

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I'll bite. Any limits on power levels?

Way of the Warrior

The sun hangs high in the sky, granting it's delicate warm touch to all that would stand in path of it's rays; a young raven for instance. No older than middle age the bird stretched out its’ 8 inch wing span and flapped lightly, gliding effortlessly atop the winds. From its flight pattern it seemed evident that it made it's way into the very center of a massive kingdom, the kingdom of Tigonna; the only piece of land on this tiny planet. It flew, more specifically, to a pile of rubbish which sat just beyond the market; this pile was often left here for weeks on end to allow for the kingdoms less fortunate citizens to dig through rotting meat and produce to find their entrée for the day. It's talons made brief little scratches as it's wings lowered it softly onto the cobblestones below, before the raven began to pick away at the veritable buffet before it.

The raven had been pecking at the rotted remains of a small feline when it was suddenly distracted by a series of noises which seemed to be getting closer. Curious the little bird cocked it's head and began to hop it's way towards a door until it stood in front of it and simply stared at it's wooden surface; head cocking to and fro when all of the sudden it was thrown open with incredible force. By the time the raven realized what exactly was happening its frail body had already been crushed between the door and a wall; destroying the larger of it's bones in an instant and leaving it to fall in a heap in agony while flapping it's one good wing now in a failed attempt to escape. As it lay there, more twitching now than anything, it saw the last image it would ever see; a man dressed in black robes pulled partially over his face. What was visible of the man’s face as he tore passed curious onlookers was visibly contorted into a look of terror; one eye open as wide as physically possible and almost entirely overtaken by his iris and a strange frown/cowl painted across half his mouth. He only used one of his arms to pump himself forward as he dashed passed the crowd; the other was clutched close to his chest, balled into as tight as fist as he could muster and had tufts of vanilla colored paper sticking out both ends.

After putting a good twenty feet between himself and the doorway, the man could be seen throwing a quick glance over his shoulder without slowing his pace; a horrified shriek passing his lips that caused a wave of panic to spread through the crowd as he turned and doubled his efforts of escape. Many turned to look at what had elicited such a fearful scream; seeing only a strange red mist billowing amongst the ankles of the citizens and coming from the doorway the man had used. A wave of worried whispers whisked through the onlookers as hundreds of feet began to shuffle backwards in cautious bewilderment; the strange substance lurching and rolling over itself as it began picking up speed.

The man’s head snapped round again and caused the hood to fling itself backwards; exposing an obviously fresh and large burn like wound over his right eye and cheek that went so far as to expose the bones underneath.

“Leave me be!” the man hollered over his shoulder at the mist; oblivious to the fact that he was no longer running in as straight a line as he planned.

As he turned his head back around he was greet with the sight of a quickly approaching stone wall; against which he smashed his face and body before bouncing off of it and getting throwing to his ass. Coughing and gasping now, the man could only right himself enough so that he was kneeling on the ground, when he saw that the mist was so close that it was pointless to run anymore. Throwing his hands together, the man interlocked his fingers and rose his arms into the air in a pleading motion; blood dripping off of the man’s chin from both his broken nose and a gash on his forehead.



“No!” the man screamed, his entire body visibly shaking “No! please no; I-I’m sorry!” the man was spitting, spraying and drooling as he babbled towards the mist.

“He’s mad!” a mans deep voice boomed over the crowd.

“Someone do something!” a woman’s gentle voice called out. “There are children here!”

“Guards!” a number of voices called out from the crowd as parents began herding their children away from the scene.

The terror did not waver from the man’s face and he was now shuffling backwards on his knees as he mumbled incoherently through his sobs. The man released the grip his hands had on one another which caused a crumpled up, but still sealed, envelope to tumble across the ground. The vanilla tinted paper was embossed with two bold letters in a glistening, almost living, crimson ink; XB. Stolen from a tomb of red stone that had been discovered a few miles out of town.

“HAVE MERC-eck!” the man had begun to yell like only a dying man can; when his own right hand suddenly darted through the air and latched onto his throat; stopping his words in an instant as the veins of his neck began to bulge.

Like a trapped animal the man began to attack his own arm as viciously as he was able; punching, slapping, yanking and even tearing chunks of flesh free with his nails in a futile effort to free himself. With his face now coated in the spray of his own blood and his arm dripping a steady stream; the man’s face began to turn red as his lower limbs started to thrash about frantically. Try as he might, the man was unable to move his left hand a single inch; the red tone quickly shifting to a purple one as blood began to fill the whites of his eyes.

“By Quil; he’s killing himself! Someone stop him!” an older woman’s voice broke through his gurgles.

“Aside!” a very deep and manly voice commanded as the sound of clinking metal filled the area. “Aside I say! Make room for the Kings Guard you unruly peasants!” before long, 4 burly men dawned in shiny metallic armor were able to shove their way to the front of the pack and surround the man on four equal sides.

“You there” the same commanding voice boomed “Stop this nonsense at once!”

Blood filled eyes flickered towards the guard who bellowed at him, but he had not the strength to even quiver his lip and could only stare at the darkening image before him.

“I said stop!” the Captain yelled; moving forward while reaching out so as to grab onto the man’s right hand.

Just as the Captain was able to make contact with the arm, the man’s entire body was suddenly wrenched from the ground and lifted almost 9 feet into the air; lifting the Captain up and off his feet as well before he lost grip and subsequently fell to his back in the dirt. Meanwhile, some unknown and unseen force held the choking man in the air while he held his own hand tightly over his throat.

“By Quil…” the guardsmen spoke softly as they all took a few hesitant steps backwards. The Captain could not even bring himself to stand and could only shuffle backwards on his hands, butt and feet.

The man kicked his legs and flailed his free arm for only a second before his body finally started to go limp; the unconsciousness of being oxygen deprived finally setting in place. It was in that moment that it seemed he would die that the man was finally able to take in a deep, gasping breath as he spit and choked on his own blood. The crimson mist that had gathered before him began to rise into the air now; creating a roughly human like structure that appeared to have a hold of the man’s body with only one 'appendage' on his hand and throat.

The wind itself seemed to whisper to the man as hundreds of different voices whispered incoherently from all around the crowd. To them, it sounded like nothing more than noise; however it seemed to be eliciting a response from the floating man.

“I…” he began in a raspy voice “I was only trying to make some coin… everyone thought you were gone.. I didn’t know!”

The cloud seemed to lift the man an extra foot into the air before suddenly thrusting him against the ground with an incredible amount of force. The subtle squish of torn flesh and the plethora of snaps and cracks from broken bones filled the airways as the man’s body broken in one mighty swing; leaving behind a puddle of blood and guts on the ground as he was lifted up and slammed into the ground once again. This impact acted like a horrid Gallagher Gag and sprayed the Faces and bodies of many bystanders in the crowd; whose faces were already locked with looks of utter disgust and disbelief as their minds attempted to process what had just happened.

The arm of the crimson figure now receded back within the larger cloud just as two red orbs the size of cheeries suddenly popped into being near the top of the cloud; two red eyes that seemed to be staring straight into the soul of the Captain as he lay on the ground, to afraid to move an inch. The figures position shifted slowly and subtly, allowing it to regrow it’s appendage and grab hold of the crinkled letter on the ground; the paper beginning to dissolve almost instantly as it was touched and drawn into the thicker portions of the figures body.

It moved now towards the Captain, who responded in kind by shuffling backwards as fast as he could; before an appendage lurched from within the cloud and grabbed hold of his leg.

“Ahh!” the man shrieked like a woman; thrashing his leg about in a violent manner so as to try and shake it free. As he did this though, another appendage fired from within the cloud; this one covered in an ashy grey flesh that felt like cardboard as it grabbed hold of the Captains jaw.

“Your. King.” A thousand voices boomed from everywhere and nowhere at the same time; causing the entire crowd to cover their ears in pain as their noses began to bleed. “Has. Damned. You.”

The last thing the guard would see, was the expansion of the two glowing orbs in the figures head; becoming two flickering pockets of red flames in the process. This began an impossible reaction with the crimson fog the beings body was comprised off as all but one of the microscopic particles erupted into crimson flames that spread throughout a massive area in the blink of an eye. Any person that stood outside in the Kingdom of Tigonna was vaporized in an instant; their ashes burned away as thousands of dying screams echoed through the air. Buildings were set ablaze and anyone left, would have to deal with the possibility that the entire town was about to burn to the ground.

Only one single particle had been spared from the violent ignition process; utilizing the violent explosions to propel itself off the face of this puny planet and into the cosmos.

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The single speck of energy would inevitably find it's floating through the hall of the Lobby, winding and weaving through the airwaves in an almost random fashion; sometimes gliding along the top of, or very near to, some of the electronics on the wall, causing their lights to dim and flicker whilst any computer screens were filled momentarily with a strange red static. The electrical disturbances halted as the particle exited the hallway of the entrance and floated towards the receptionist; coming to a stop just a few feet away from her while floating about 6 feet off of the ground. As the speck came to a stop, a high pitched ringing suddenly filled the lobby as it vibrated at an incredibly high frequency. This first vibration signaled an established connection to some unseen force elsewhere in the cosmos; causing an incredible spike in the surrounding energy levels as the speck began to rapidly multiply at an exponential rate. It would have looked as though someone was pouring red sand onto the floor and some unnatural force was preventing it from spreading outwards; creating a roiling crimson cloud with a roughly cylindrical shape and comprised of millions and millions of energy particles.

The vibrations of the particles ebbed away as the energy levels within the Lobby would have finally began to stabilize; the rotations of the particles inside slowing to a crawl as it began to release snaps, cracks and pops from within. The vast majority of the particles were currently undergoing a change of state for Energy to Physical as they took on the form of a crimson metal; evidenced by the glimmering that could be seen within the cloud as droplets of liquid metal began to patterns against the floor. Anyone with a keen enough eye would be able to see the rapid construction of a massive and metallic skeletal structure inside; eventually stretching out beyond the top of the cloud a good 3 inches to expose a metallic forehead and empty eye sockets. When that was complete, microscopic threads of metal began to manifest themselves and starting at the feet they began wrapping tightly to the once bare frame; adding several inches worth of red metallic muscles and tendons as they wove in and out of the structure and ended once again on the exposed portions of the face. Slowly now the cloud of particles began to lose it’s density, while the image of the bare muscles started to fade away; the cloud of energy particulate combining to create a fleshy layer over the entire body.

While the grizzly nature of the face, the chiseled abdomen and stacked pectoral muscles, covered in a mix of scars, would be the first hint at the beings intended sex; there were no genitals to be found upon the pubic mound of this being. Nor would he be dawning a pair of trousers to hide this fact. Now, the eyelids which had been built over the once empty eye sockets would suddenly spring open; revealing them to be deep, rolling pools of a dark crimson light. Meanwhile; shoulder length Onyx black hair was forced through the skin of his scalp and the brows of his eyes.

Most would know not the identity of the strange, naked man who now stood almost directly to the slack jawed receptionist; there is, after all, little to no mention in any records of a man known as Xavier Bloodbayne as most who cross his path never speak again.

“N-name and invitation?” the female spoke timidly towards him; almost unsure if she should speak at all.

Those red eyes shifted to the right in a single twitch of motion; staring straight into and through the eyes of the frail woman. Not once would his lips move even a micron, and yet the woman would be suddenly aware of hundreds of voices within her mind that all spoke in different octaves.

Bloodbayne the voices boomed in her mind as her vision went hazy. As she heard his words echoed in her head, Xavier held his hand out and summoned a burst of crimson particles from the palm of his hand; reconstructing the embossed envelope that he had only recently retrieved. The woman could be seen visibly shuddering as a thin droplet of blood ran from her nostril to her chin.

With a shaky hand the woman scribbled a wavy line on her tablet device before motioning to the rather empty room behind her; indicating that he should go there. She dared not speak to him again.

Without acknowledging the woman again, Xavier walked forward and further into the Lobby. A few people had arrived ahead of him and the urge to start attacking was a hard one to stifle, but stifled it was. The chance to fight the toughest of these people would soon be upon him.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Xavier Bloodbayne Vs Tristwich

By this point, Leo was simply standing as still as a statue amongst the ice crystals; the light blue glow of the orb in his gauntlet now ebbing back into existence. As he began to ponder what his next move would be, he was suddenly aware of a heavy, crunching rhythm that was moving away from him with haste; it seemed that Rivet was trying to further the distance between them yet again. What he didn't know was that Leo's hearing was far superior to that of a normal man and as Rivet put boot to ground; Leo could hear it as though he were right next to it.

Leo's left hand tightened into a solid fist which caused the orb to glisten vibrantly whilst the ice crystals that clung to the weapons around him shattered into large, razor sharp chunks and hung in the air. Now, as Leo allowed his fist to lessen and his fingers to splay out, the ice spikes would flide through the air until at least two hundred razor sharp ice crystals 3 inches long and 2 inches thick covered the air around him. With a simple flick of the wrist these spikes were sent flying through the air at 50 mph; leaving only 3 seconds of silent flight time before these spikes would be upon their target.

It wasn't a tight area that the spikes were trying to cover but rather a broad, shotgun like coverage area that was designed to hit a broad area. In almost perfect fashion, the spikes aligned themselves so as to leave only 6 inches of space between them and their neighbors. Each of these razor sharp spikes would have been enough to cause fatal damage; so having the air filled with them could definitely be considered overkill. Their creation was practically silent and the same could be said of their flight; with only the sound of the wind distorting around the smooth spikes preceeding their arrival.

TheZones Roleplay (TZRP. Persistent-Freeform roleplay)

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