Art of Fun

Obsolete Angels

Disguise

True

Name: Kimaris Gender: Male Character Type: Demon Appearance: In his human disguise, Kimaris (or simply Kim) comes across as a grumpy individual from appearance alone, but his face simply happens to have a frowning disposition, and his calm and controlled nature results in him rarely going beyond his 'default' expression. Kim has a subtle build, at first appearing rather unpowerful, but actually being anything but. Career: Executive Office Official (Inner Circle) Skills: Even without the abilities granted to him by his demonic state of being, Kimaris is an unrivalled warrior among the Host and demonic brethren. As well as having unending amounts of talent in matters of conflict, he is also very good at passing these skills down to his students. In stark contrast to this, he is a master of grammar, logic and rhetoric, and the matter of teaching these fields. Supernatural Abilities:

• Supernatural Condition: A blanket power covering Kimaris' superior physical capabilities, including senses. His strength, speed and durability dwarfs that of a humans by immeasurable leagues, capable of shrugging off standard bullet fire like rain and breaking bones in a single, half-hearted blow. In reality, it requires an entity on level with the most powerful angels to combat him on an even battlefield.
• Flight: It's on the tin. Although Kimaris does have wings, they are simply for show. His flight is achieved through a form of limited telekinesis.
• Black Steed: Kimaris' mount is more of a spiritual entity than an actual horse; an impenetrable black smog which takes the vague shape of a horse, charging at speeds even greater than what Kimaris' himself is capable of at a consistent rate. Rarely sees use.

Personality: Reclusive warrior with smarts & hoarding. Bio: Marquis Kimaris earned his bit of Hell through unmatched fury and martial strength. All those that stood before Kimaris were swiftly crushed - but only if they stood before him. He was a solitary entity which only desired to have his own land to be solitary within, having no qualms against removing any who intended to disturb. Over time, he became recognized by those lesser and greater than himself as a being of note, even being integrated into the loose 'system' which eventually took root in hell as a Marquis with 20 legions of lesser demons under his rule, although through their own wish to be ruled by him. Unknown to most of his brethren, Kimaris is quite the book worm. Part of the reason he is such a solitary entity is because of this, prefering to be left alone to study the vocations of rhetoric and logic. His skill as a warrior and a virtual force of nature in combat are the reasons he is valued, and as such he is only called upon for those talents - something Kimaris finds himself growing increasingly discontent with. Even in the days before Earth's meant-to-be destruction, he was made to teach countless humans how to fight like himself, a demon, with gun, sword, fist and bone should it be required. When his former brothers and sisters of the host arrived, they found not only armed mortals, but a 'godly warrior' demon ready to strike them down. Even through the brainwashing and memory loss, some Cyborgels may have the vague image of Kimaris burnt into their mind. Marquis Kimaris retains high prestige among his brothers and sisters in the New Society, kept close by the 'Inner Circle' but not treated as one of them. He is their shield against incursion, mentor of their finest agents and nothing else. However, Kimaris' loyalty could be in question. For all the efforts the New Society went through in creating this order, did the warrior lord truly care for any of it? If a new alternative were to present its self, who is to say he would not work against them like he worked against the Host? OPTIONAL Likes: Quiet, the freedom to act, philosophy, stand up comedy Dislikes: Disturbances, futile conflicts, potatoes ("I am simply not fond of their taste.") Theme Song: Other: REBORN

Titans Together!

Thank you, Motherbox. It was a brief thought, and one directed at the device hooked to her side. Bellona was uncertain to the extent of the Box's sentience, but if they could appreciate, she wanted it to do just that. Would not want a self-aware piece of supertechnology being unhappy with her after all. She placed her hands behind her back trying her best to replicate the many poses she had seen her once-grand-leader take. It almost came naturally to her, but after a few moments she realised how...off it felt, to present herself in such a regal manner akin to his own. Taking a few steps towards the trident wielding alien, she spoke. "I had the unfortunate experience of having your soldiers aim their weapons at me when I landed. Not a good start to relations with Lord Darkseid, if I do say so myself." It left a sour taste in her mouth, but it was better than charging into a fight with an enemy she did not know. If she could extract some information from them then dissuade them to leave with word alone, then she would attempt it - and right now bluffing about her own relations with her people seemed to be the way. "However, all can be forgiven so long as you explain your reasoning for attacking..." the pause was unnoticeable, but long enough for her to consult the Motherbox. Where are we? ...Earth? I know of this place. Not a good place to be, Orion of New Genesis had taken liking to this place, as well as my own people. Better than where I was before, none the less. Communing with the device was one-sided, as it did not communicate in a 'language' as such, instead simply directly giving information and cutting out the middle man. She continued, her pause to slight it was almost unnoticeable. "Earth. Our Lord has taken interest in this world, after all." She spared a glance of her glowing eyes to Hot Socks, but nothing more. He did not appear to be affiliated with the invaders, nor did he appear to be a risk to her current 'role', unless he was a lie detector of some sort. Any more attention to him would break the act.

Obsolete Angels

<Snipped quote by Art of Fun> I love the multi-faceted-ness of him! I notice you bring up 'The Host' a little. What do you refer to when you say that?

@ReaptheMusic

Thank you! It's sort of a generic term used for the 'military' organization of angels in Christianity. Comes from here.

Titans Together!

I find that goes for most superhero comics, honestly. It depends completely on the writer, rather than anything to do with the character. Like Waypool vs Remender X-Force Deadpool, one is godawful where the other is actually a pretty interesting, light-hearted guy.

Obsolete Angels

Disguise

True

Name: Kimaris Gender: Male Character Type: Demon Appearance: In his human disguise, Kimaris (or simply Kim) comes across as a grumpy individual from appearance alone, but his face simply happens to have a frowning disposition, and his calm and controlled nature results in him rarely going beyond his 'default' expression. Kim has a subtle build, at first appearing rather unpowerful, but actually being anything but. Career: Executive Office Official (Inner Circle) Skills: Even without the abilities granted to him by his demonic state of being, Kimaris is an unrivalled warrior among the Host and demonic brethren. As well as having unending amounts of talent in matters of conflict, he is also very good at passing these skills down to his students. In stark contrast to this, he is a master of grammar, logic and rhetoric, and the matter of teaching these fields. Supernatural Abilities:

• Supernatural Condition: A blanket power covering Kimaris' superior physical capabilities, including senses. His strength, speed and durability dwarfs that of a humans by immeasurable leagues, capable of shrugging off standard bullet fire like rain and breaking bones in a single, half-hearted blow. In reality, it requires an entity on level with the most powerful angels to combat him on an even battlefield.
• Flight: It's on the tin. Although Kimaris does have wings, they are simply for show. His flight is achieved through a form of limited telekinesis.
• Black Steed: Kimaris' mount is more of a spiritual entity than an actual horse; an impenetrable black smog which takes the vague shape of a horse, charging at speeds even greater than what Kimaris' himself is capable of at a consistent rate. Rarely sees use.

Personality: Reclusive warrior with smarts & hoarding. Bio: Marquis Kimaris earned his bit of Hell through unmatched fury and martial strength. All those that stood before Kimaris were swiftly crushed - but only if they stood before him. He was a solitary entity which only desired to have his own land to be solitary within, having no qualms against removing any who intended to disturb. Over time, he became recognized by those lesser and greater than himself as a being of note, even being integrated into the loose 'system' which eventually took root in hell as a Marquis with 20 legions of lesser demons under his rule, although through their own wish to be ruled by him. Unknown to most of his brethren, Kimaris is quite the book worm. Part of the reason he is such a solitary entity is because of this, prefering to be left alone to study the vocations of rhetoric and logic. His skill as a warrior and a virtual force of nature in combat are the reasons he is valued, and as such he is only called upon for those talents - something Kimaris finds himself growing increasingly discontent with. Even in the days before Earth's meant-to-be destruction, he was made to teach countless humans how to fight like himself, a demon, with gun, sword, fist and bone should it be required. When his former brothers and sisters of the host arrived, they found not only armed mortals, but a 'godly warrior' demon ready to strike them down. Even through the brainwashing and memory loss, some Cyborgels may have the vague image of Kimaris burnt into their mind. Marquis Kimaris retains high prestige among his brothers and sisters in the New Society, kept close by the 'Inner Circle' but not treated as one of them. He is their shield against incursion, mentor of their finest agents and nothing else. However, Kimaris' loyalty could be in question. For all the efforts the New Society went through in creating this order, did the warrior lord truly care for any of it? If a new alternative were to present its self, who is to say he would not work against them like he worked against the Host? OPTIONAL Likes: Quiet, the freedom to act, philosophy, stand up comedy Dislikes: Disturbances, futile conflicts, potatoes ("I am simply not fond of their taste.") Theme Song: Other: REBORN

Titans Together!

"You have recognised your error, which is good." Her tone was unchanging, constantly relaxed and almost uncaring about the developments as if she were never under threat to begin with, but not emotionless. It was honestly a bit of a bluff, but not completely. She was no where near as powerful as some of the others on her homeworld, but she had the excuse of being 18 years of age. "Now, take me to your leader. Bellona of Apokolips-" she name-dropped not so subtly, "would have words with them." Her eyes settled back into a pure white, taking her first steps towards them. Bellona wasted no time, marching past the remaining aliens and into the portal which had carried them to her, giving the impression that she was leading them to her destination rather than the other way around. Charisma and intimidation were a game of acts and feeling, both of which went together hand in hand, and the feeling she was giving out was that of an alien that should probably be listened to - at least if it's a poor alien crewman. Upon emergence, she spoke to whomever might have followed her through. "I do not understand your tongue beyond the occasional word, creatures. Speak short - what are you?"

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Interested!

Titans Together!

Atop the Mothership... The newcomer looked between the welcoming party and her spear, and promptly returned it to where it came from, the weapon in question fizzling away into golden arcs of energy. "I need not insult Thunderlance with your blood - whatever you may be. Your technology is not alien to me, so you may know what I am." Her odd, different voice carried through the air even at such altitudes, unwavering and carrying all the weight of a mountain behind the words. "If you know what I am - if you understand me - then you will hold fire and put down your weapons. Fail to do so, and I will scatter you. The choice is yours." Even if she was not understood in word, the feeling of what she was saying was very clear; an ultimatum for them to decide on. Her eyes change from pure white, igniting into a fierce red-orange, the energy pouring out from them with a distinct Kirby-krakle. She took a step step forward, a movement promising only pain to the aliens if they failed to comply with her demands. Her very body promised the exact same thing, stood 'normally', but clearly wound to pounce with inhuman levels of strength at the first sign of an attack. She would not be denied, one way or another. Be they from New Genesis or Apokolips, the New Gods are universal legends, entities from beyond normal space with an immense connection to the Source its self. To pick a fight with one was akin to trying to throw down with a Kryptonian under a yellow sun - worse so in some cases. If they were not silly, they would listen to her demands... not that she did not welcome the opportunity to stretch a little.

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Above Jump City...

BOOM! The noise of a Boom Tube was no quiet thing in any sense of the word, it was in the name after all; it was both very visible and detectable as an energy source. The sentient Motherbox had deemed it appropriate to announce the Boom Tubes sole passenger to the entire city with the sound, launching a black and gold streak from the radiant tunnel and into the hull of the invading mothership. It quickly closed up there after, apparently only having one additional invader to add to the mess. Her landing was not exactly painful, but it did leave sore feeling through her legs. With a groan she stood to full height, clenching her gold plated left fist and looking out over the chaotic landscape. She squinted her glowing white eyes, focusing instead on where she stood. "Even free from Him, there is no rest." Muttered the black and gold clad girl, her blue hair caught up by the high altitude winds. She began to make her way across the surface of the mothership, trying to find some sort of entrance into the craft. It was vast and, from her analysis, advanced. It was no New Genesis or Apokolips technology, but it at least deserved to be called advanced. Hopefully like any other advanced craft, it had a detection suite which would have noticed her less-than-subtle presence. A crack of thunder and a flash of golden light heralded the appearance of her weapon, the Thunderlance. She continued aimlessly across the top of the mothership, hopeing for some sort of response... be it friendly or hostile.

Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

Praise from his superiors was not something Hisoka was completely used to yet. He'd had it from his teachers at the academy, but to hear it from a Special Investigator was a whole different level. A feeling which he could only describe as 'funny' stirred in his chest, the urge to give a wide being forcefully pushed down for impressions sake. Instead, he just bowed his head in thanks. Another idea came to mind. "Understood, Matsuoka-san. Um... before we head into town, I have a request - could I buy some difluoroethane and dry ice while we're out? I have an idea in mind for dealing with Knight. It is pretty silly sounding, but I think it will work." He rubbed the back of his head, realising that the two things were an odd combination to ask for, to say the least - but given they had information on how Knight fought it's battles, he saw no reason to not prepare for facing it. Who was he kidding, he was partnered with 'Cannibal Corpse' Matsuoka. She could wipe the floor with most A Rating Ghouls. It was a dumb idea, thinking too hard on a single case when there were lord knows how many others to work on after this one was complete. "...Actually, never mind. It's just silly. Let's go."