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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

Reverio shook his head quickly to Ken, his nickname as the prince of peasants were one he disliked with a passion. Although he seldom allowed his disdain for it be shown, but then again most titles were a thing of the past.

"That's right. Ahh... Rev works." He said with a slight smile, and were just about to ask for the other young man's name and shake his hand, but he were interupted by the doctor who had by then shown up calling the other young man up. Parting his name to Reverio, neither had the chance to introduce themselves. Back in Vaquelin this would had been an outrage at court, even amidst the servantfolk. But he wasn't in Vaquelin anymore, Rhea had it differences, and to be completely fair had many things going in it's favor.

The peasant prince offered a polite nod to Ken as he was called forth, and another to the doctor. Had he really been that fast at getting to the clinic? Perhaps the streets were shorter than they appeared. Reverio blew some air through his nose and leaned back into his seat, throwing a glance at the ceiling and overall decoration of the room, then came his own turn to be called by the doctor.

"Yes." The blonde young man replied to the doctor's beckon to follow him, there was no reason not to, after all he had been called to this place and come willingly to find out. Why? Upon entering the room labeled as number five, it made him wonder just how many worked in this clinic for there to be at least five rooms. Pondering aside, his eyes scanned the room, which didn't seem anything extraordinary. There were a chessboard in one of the corners of the room, close to one of the covered windows.

"I hope you don't mind if I stand for awhile doctor, I sat plenty in the reception room. There's something about being able to think more clearly while you are standing upright or wandering compared to sitting down. I am fine with using firstnames, does that mean you shall part yours in return?" The blonde young man offered a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth, as his hand softly caressed the side of the chessboard.

"You are correct, my past has been written and spoken of by many during these years, even prior to coming here to Rhea. That is why I didn't think it would be anything odd in being called in this manner, after all your work is to help people right? At least that's what I have understood. When it concerns my past, I have come to terms with it, three years have passed since. There's not much use in dwelling on the past, as you cannot ever change it, and even if you had the power to do so, what's to say you would succeed in your goals? The people of Vaquelin have no desire to go chase off a cast-away prince of peasants after all. Their anger were towards the king and the queen to be." Reverio blew some air through his nose, as he looked towards doctor Nightman, before throwing a glance to the chessboard.

"You play chess?" He asked in a curious tone and a slight smile, before reaching out to the pieces on the board. "A few of the pieces here are in the wrong place though, perhaps a former game? Disarray can be a common thing after going through various experiences as I am certain you are well aware of. In every person's life." Reverio reached out with his gloved white hand, gently taking hold of one of the white bishops, which stood on the king's spot on the board, and then moved the pieces back to their original places.

"But I understand, you didn't call me here to play chess, I just think life is very much like chess, in that we all take turn to make our moves. In the hopes of winning the game. In real life that could be respect, power, wealth, love and many other things, but most could be summerized as success. The white pieces fight the black, and vice versa, each hoping to win by inflicting a checkmate on the king. But that's where things differ. Outside of chess, the defeat of a king doesn't mean ultimate success. But perhaps that is because we have a much more advanced set of rules which we abide by. Life would have been so much simpler had it been akin to chess, but would it had been as enjoyable, doctor?" The blonde young man shook his head softly from side to side, causing his hair to slightly bounce.

"You became a therapist in order to find an answer to a problem of your own didn't you? I know that isn't my buisness, but I think most people have their problems, some smaller, some greater. But personally I don't see a reason to talk about a past that is just that. The past. I would rather talk of the future." Reverio straightened himself up, walking over towards the bookcase, looking over the various books stored in it. Then the young man turned around towards the doctor, his eyes momentarily closing as he smiled.

'But even so, the past events shape your path towards the future no matter how hard you try to deny it. For us all. An unforgetable thing.' The young man thought to himself, he didn't believe this doctor would hold anything he desired. But what harm would there be?

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

Dripping. It fell. Droplets of the essence of life. The skies roared softly in the distance, the clouds dark and slowly approaching. Where were the light in this day? A question asked often. A young man traversed his way down the street leading to Dr Nightman's clinic, clad in a brown longcoat with golden buttons, the rainwater trailing down his umbrella. He could clearly see all the various signs to various buisnesses and shops along the path. Bakeries which were no doubt cheap rip-offs of his homeland's finer desserts. There was a funeral firm building next to it, run by a Mr V. Twinveil. A couple of people in dark raincoats were leaving the building, apparently mourning the recent loss of a famous banker, as they climbed into a dark limosine before driving away slowly.

"What a downpour..." The young man said softly, lifting his umbrella slightly, revealing his piercing blue eyes and gazing up at the roaring skies above. "Weeping won't solve anything..." He blew some air out through his nose, his blonde wavy hair bouncing slightly as he made his way up a pair of stairs in order to reach his destination.

'This must be it then? A therapist. Dr Nightman...' He squinted his eyes slightly to the sign, before proceeding to the main door. The young man shook the water from his umbrella, before letting it rest against the building wall. 'Someday the sun will once again shine, perhaps not this day. But someday.' Reverio thought as he raised his white gloves to the door handle, opening the main door and heading inside, closing the door neatly behind him.

The first sight he was greeted by were a corridor, walking down the corridor his blueeyed gaze fell upon a mirror that hung on the wall, as if it were there to mock him. His face turned away from the mirror, and he continued along his way towards the reception area. Reverio gave a few glances about, and noticed he wasn't the only one there. Believing the other young man there was in line before him, he decided to sit down next to Ken, albeit at a reasonable distance not to invade his personal space.

"Fair day. Despite the downpour." Reverio offered a polite nod to the side towards Ken. "One cannot ask the sun to always shine upon us, right?"

@KillamriX88@Lewascan2@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio

Name: Reverio Galand

Reverio Galand

Nickname: Peasant prince (He doesn't like this one), Regalia (An alias he uses)
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Eyes: Piercing blue
Hair: Long blonde, with some natural locks.
Nationality: Vauquelin (Formerly), Rhea (Current)
Grade: St. Laurels, 1st year

Clothing: Wears a highly decorated black and gold coat which also has a small cape attached, a red, gold and white frilled shirt, a pair of smooth white gloves, white pants, black and gold buckled boots and various jewelry. He also carries a sword and sheath by his hip attached neatly at his belt.

Biography:

The prince of peasants was born in the lands of Vauquelin alongside his older twin brother, who was thus destined to sit on the throne. To avoid unrest and possible power struggle, the younger brother was made to relinquish any and all claims to the throne. The younger brother, who came to be known as the peasant prince throughout the land was often the joke of the court, yet the common folks saw him more favorably than the king. The young king had many supporters behind him, all eager to gain more power and wealth for themselves, and thus it didn't take long for the young king to become bethrothed to a princess when both were only fourteen years of age. The land was however quickly growing weary of the court and the nobles flaunting their wealth, while the people starved and thus a rebellion rose up against the royals. Which ultimately led to the capture of the royals and their supporters.

Nobles were taken out and executed at the guilliotine in droves, and soon to follow were the young princess and finally the young king. The peasant prince was labeled as not part of the established rule and was free to leave. Vauquelin soon after became a republic, but due to external threats fell into the hands of a powerhungry general which soon crowned himself emperor. The twin to the executed king had no place longer in the country and thus came to leave it with the belongings he could carry with him.

Three years has passed since then, and now the foreigner known as Reverio Galand is a student at St.Laurels. While occassionally still hearing the name "Peasant prince." being hurled in his direction. A mocking reminder of his origin.

Powers:

Core: Throne de Lux

Throne being the name of a rank of angel, Reverio's power has bestowed him with powers and the body of a celestial being. He is stronger, faster and tougher than many others as a result. His mind is also reinforced to resist various mental attacks.
His core power also allows him to sprout wings of light which he may use to fly with. There's also a halo behind his head glowing when he activates his powers, which offers nothing but a more radiant visage of the young man.

1: Purifict Anatomia: Restoration magic, allows him to cleanse himself or allies he touch of poisons, diseases, curses, hexes and other conditions. Physical and mental alike. He can also heal himself and allies wounds.
2: Lux Energia: Light magic. Ability to create orbs, beams and blasts of light energy of various potency. When Reverio activates his powers, six small glowing orbs hover around him, until he choses to attack with light magic which causes them to shape into beams, turn bigger or combine.
3: Damoclaiomh Solais: The legend says it's a sword capable of harming even the gods, it beams with light energy and may amplify any light powers channeled through it. May only be carried/used by someone of royal blood.

Relationships:

None as of yet.

Suzakura

Name: Suzakura Plagerzes



Nickname: Degenerator
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Eyes: Pink
Hair: Grey
Nationality: Rhea
Grade: 3rd year of Kiburi

Clothing: See picture, minus the gloves.

Biography:

Suzakura had a somewhat regular early childhood, even though his parents were always distant and consumed with their work instead of paying attention to him. Often chosing to rather leave him with some caretaker, but even so his life wasn't all that terrible as his parents were wealthy and able to provide for him well enough.

His mother, an exile or refugee from Izumo and his father a Rhean native, both were however drawn to each other like magnets. Both of his parents were involved in matters of science, such as creating new armoring, weaponry and medical matters. In some regards they were regarded even as geniuses amongst their peers, but they were also firm believers of the Null Meta teachings. A radical group whose whole existance goes out on battling what they refer to as the "Metahuman plague" or "Godscursed" as they often refer them as. In the eyes of many not bearing the gift of the gods, jealousy and anger quickly grew and these individuals flocked to each other, creating their own community.

Suzakura's parents were deeply rooted into that group, providing powerful and corrupt organizations with weapons of various kinds, and was lastly known to be working on the Rhean Armanent Variable project. A project meant to provide the giftless with means of fighting back against the gifted in the shapes of wearable large mecha-looking suits, fully armed to exterminate threats when necessary.

While Suzakura heard plenty of the plans his parents had, he was never interested in it. His relationship with his parents ultimately came to a swift end when the young boy began to display his gift, causing his parents to label him a curse, a demon and a menace. He was for some time kept locked away to make sure word wouldn't get out that they had a child who had extraordinary powers, his parents even tried to create some cure for what they label 'A condition'. In the meantime his parents forbade him from using said powers and then dropped him off at the nearest orphanage.

This was the last time Suzakura recalls seeing his parents. However within the bounds of the orphanage, with none to limit him no more, Suzakura began to openly use his powers, to impose his 'rule' over the other children, ultimately ending up as the top dog in said orphanage. He bullied and oppressed to get his wish done, to the point he had long lasting issues with the grown ups who tried to keep things more fair.

That is until the day came for him to finally leave, that he had outgrown the orphanage and needed a new 'playground'. Several years have passed since his departure and along the way the now young man found himself recruited into the ranks of the grand champion of the Rhean arena. Kiburi. And his school.

When it comes to personality, Suzakura believes firmly in that might gives right, and only the strong can flourish in life. He bears strong resentment for the meek or people who lack the gift, reminding him of his parents and that having a strong will is key in keeping a strong body. While he may look down on others, there are some who earn his respect by power alone or by some other form of admiration. When it comes to verbal clashes, he is well capable of holding his own and even taunt his opponents. The young man has a strong liking to provoke and mock aggressive individuals.

This said, Suzakura abides by the rules reinforced by Kiburi, even going as far as to remind others to heed them. After all without a strong hiearchy or order there would be chaos. Thus it wouldn't come as a surprise that he strongly supports the actions of the emperors of both Izumo and Vauquelin. When it comes to the other schools of Rhea, he considers St Laurels to be a school of do goody two-shoes and it's members to be narrowminded. Whereof the school of Mephisto he simply regard as a rag-tag place of trash and chaos. Clausewitz whilst it has order, he cannot help but view them all as mindless sled dogs.

Lastly when it comes to Kiburi's school, he is fiercely loyal to it and it's rules, considering it to be his true home. What Kiburi says goes. He's grand champion for a reason. Might makes right. There has been occurances in the past when the more aggressive members of the school have nearly killed other student, and as a result have been either verbally stopped or physically by Suzakura. "We don't kill other students." While the young man looks down on the weak, he also believe that someday the weak may find the strength to become strong. He just can't see it happen in too much of a protected enviroment, according to him you must break free of the cage that binds you.

Powers:

Core: Anatomy manipulation

Suzakura possesses the gift to alter his body as he desires as long as he retains a humanoid form. Such as changing his appearance, make himself more muscular, stronger, faster, able to shoot blood in a spraylike manner, produce strong gastric acids, hurl bone shards, form leathery wings capable of flight, empower his immune system and metabolism, override paralyzation or some mental afflictions, relocate organs or remove/add appendages or create new bodyparts are just a few of the things he may alter. But these things only apply to himself, he cannot affect other people's bodies with his manipulations, not for harm nor help. The power appears to be linked to him alone.

1: Armanent creation: Using his body manipulation, Suzakura can create weapons and armor out of bone, which is as hard as steel but far lighter. He may don these immedietly over his own body, or create something and part with it from his body. But why would he do that?

2: Regeneration: Having the ability to manipulate his body as he wishes, it would come as no surprise that the young man can heal himself from injuries very quickly.

3: Spawn creation: Suzakura may create golems of flesh, blood and bone to do his bidding, or he may opt to create small fly-sized fleshy creations in large numbers, whereof he can send them individually on their way or create a swarm of them. These creatures often come with the ability to spit or use acidic bites, they also do not live long, usually dying within a few days of creation. Forcing him to make new ones.

Relationships:

To be added.

Lynnwell

Lynnwell Tourmaline

"Grimalkin o' yor. But a part o' the garland."

Name: Lynnwell Tourmaline
Nickname: Lyngurium Lie (Name left in any records), The Undying,
Age: 18 (Physical age), 360+ (Mental age)
Sex: Female
Grade: None anymore. Hostile to St Laurels.
Hair colour: Pink
Eye colour: Yellow
Clothing: Black sweatshirt with collar, wide red 70's pants, leotard, neatly attached roman styled sandals. Broché with a silhouette of Saint Laurel.

Theme

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Personality:

Lynnwell speaks often in an olden tongue of ages past, but she is adept in speaking normally aswell if necessary. She just doesn't find the modern tongue as beautiful or refined, perhaps it is a result of nostalgia of better days.

In a regular conversation Lynnwell appears to be relaxed, but once engaged in battle or if someone angers her she will quickly display a completely different persona. In battle she is prone to make short taunts to try unbalance her opponents, and is relentless in her attacks and pressure. She commends bravery, determination and things which she considers in spirit with a warrior. On the other hand she abhors the use of magical ranged attacks and things which attempt to restrict or control the battlefield. She also dislikes cowards and those who slanders Saint Laurel. Her relationship to the saint is one of reverance, hate, love and sorrow all pushed into one. From her point of view, the only one who bears the right to badmouth the name of Saint Laurel is she alone.

"Ye scullions o' Laurel, lost in wassail..."

Biography:

A warrior's true home is upon the fields of battle, a hero which lives long enough may someday find themselves become the villain. Such is the case with Lynnwell "The Undying". Back in an age when Laurel, the saint, fought in the Last Great War of Rhea. This was before the arena dispute resolution system came into being, which Rhea has upheld even to the current day.

To fight alongside such a legend on the battlefield against a common enemy was something which Lynnwell enjoyed. To Laurel, she may have just been an ally. But to her, Laurel was something far more. A soulmate. Someone who shared the same soul. That of a warrior. At least this was what she perceived at the time. But time was going to change things, as there were no more enemy to fight on the battlefields and Laurel becoming more of a figurehead and spending his time betting and rolling dice to his newly instated tournaments. Lynnwell realized that the Laurel she once knew was no more, the warrior soul he had donned, where were it now? Hers was still burning, and the more idle she were the more the anger stirred within her until she couldn't hold it back no more.

The fighting in the arenas brought her no joy or satisfaction, they were all empty victories which wouldn't change the world or her legacy one bit. She thus formed a group of chosen to make a coup against the Rhean leadership, seeking to plunge the nation into war again so she could once more battle as a true warrior and possibly rekindle Laurel's soul. But this was stopped by the timely arrival of the saint and his students. Lynnwell's allies were captured or slain, whereof she was chased to the roof of the Rhean administrative building, where she and Laurel had their fight. One which would see the legendary saint striking down his former ally.

To most mortals this would have been the end, the final chapter of their book. But to Lynnwell, the undying. This was just the beginning of her long existance and she would have many more clashes with the saint and his disciples until time itself would claim the saint and she was left alone. Her godly given gift of reincarnation had both been a blessing and a curse, as she soon realized she would eventually end up alone with everyone else she knew dying or ending up hating her for what she was trying to do. When Laurel was no longer around, Lynnwell's cause changed. From having attempted to rekindle the flames of war and return Rhea to it's past, she has currently abandoned that way in favor of searching for strong opponents, specifically those of the school of St Laurels.

Perhaps if she was able to reincarnate, what was to say the saint couldn't have aswell? The search for his reincarnation, his spiritual successor was now in motion. No official great record exists about Lynnwell's past other than her apparent connection to Saint Laurel. Much knowledge of her origin was lost in the great heist and blaze of the grand library some twohundred and twenty years ago. While it is commonly believed that Lyngurium Lie, as she is known by the remaining texts, stole something from the grand library or perhaps something from Laurel himself. There had been frantic searches for the lost knowledge by scholars and heroes alike, who tried to discover just what she robbed Rhea of.

In the past when cornered, the elusive villain has chosen to embrace death rather than revealing 'The secret'. The only other person which may have known anything about it was Laurel and since his passing, there has just been speculation. While many believes Lyngurium Lie is now ancient history and long dead, having last been slain some onehundred and thirty years ago by a band of new heroes from St Laurel's school.

"My my, scaramouch art ye? Thou art truly a poltroon."

Core: Nine Lives (Reincarnation)

Has past lives which she can remember, everything she's done, experienced and learnt. This in turn allows her to know far more than she should at her physical age. Such as the shortest but effective way to get a strong body in the least amount of time possible and how to stay disciplined. Her gift, aside from allowing her to reincarnate, has given her traits from felines in that she has retractable claws for nails, fangs, heightened senses and a prehensile tail. Alongside a pair of fluffy cat ears.

Increased mental and physical attributes from feline body and knowledge over several lifetimes of battling.

First power: Feline Finesse (Speed, agility, reflexes, climbing, acrobatics, claws, prehensile tail)

To Lynnwell speed is not only the ultimate defense, but also the ultimate offense. A thing which is a deciding factor in victory or loss. To be quick of body and of mind is crucial to any great warrior who desire to stand victorious. But balance and being able to manuever well is not to be discarded neither, for without balance a warrior would be uneven and unreliable, and a warrior which cannot manuever is useless. But immense speed isn't all that she has been bestowed with, climbing, running on walls and other forms of acrobatics come with it aswell.

Second power: Feline Fervor (Fiery blazing soul)

Lynnwell is driven by a fierce passion for battle, with such a fierce warrior's heart and soul, she is immune to tamperings of her fiery soul, which has permitted her to reincarnate despite attempts to seal her soul. This fiery heart and soul may also manifest itself in battle, where she coats herself in heat giving her the ability to fly short distances as if she was propelled by jet engines. The heat can also be directed to her hands to coat them in fire for awhile, or to momentarily turn herself into a fireball. The heat itself seems to radiate out from her, but ignores her own body, clothing and soul. It also seems to not engulf oxygen unless she turns the heat into fire. The fire effects are generally very short, ranging from three seconds to fifteen seconds.

Third power: Feline Ferocity (Strength, toughness, willpower, movement restriction breaking)

To break the chains that bind, to never relent, to never submit. These are things which course through Lynnwell's veins. To pin her down with physical, mental or magical restriction effects is usually met with fierce retaliation. Her strength, speed and resiliance overall is enhanced with the ferocity of a lion protecting it's spawn and that also helps her in breaking free.

"Rhea hast been built uppon a weake foundation forsooth, the buildinge raised in ye imagery, thee vaine saint o' yor. Thine feigne smile, it becommeth ye not. The stone o' ryche, hidith for thine envy, thine feigne vertues shulde not helpe ye. Cyning of none. Thine andsaca o' yor, hast cometh anew. Hither. Sharpen thine bill wight, beorn o' beorht. Come forthe, beadurinc sawol. Laurel... thou arleas deaofol. So sayeth I, thine soothsayer. wlanc Laurel, dyre faeger lufu. Mine mind hast wizened, olde feond. My expergefactor o' yor. Wightkinde grubble for rawgabbit. Brabble onwards all thee wish.

Few are the snollygosters, plentiful art the ultracrepidarians. Dance with thine demise, ye contumelious wights. I shalt tear thee asunder. Weep thine brine, I shalt not let thee besmirch the woruld, meager bantling. Try wade across the ceald brim if ye can. Thou shalt be thwarted, come forth quench my thirst, cockalorum. Offrian thou sawol, gnornian thine beadurinc beorht. Apostols o' Laurel... mere bridewell."

Relationships:

Saint Laurel: "I detest thee, I miss thee. Mine olde feond o' lufu. Bare thine smirk anew for me, deaofol o' beorht."
Shal-Akkun: "Ye olde skald o' the sand, thine family slain alas in vain. Shalt thine song o' lamentation bring war anew? Vengeance demands thee act lest thou shalt wither by thine illness. Thou art naught but a mooncalf."
Caelum Ripper: "Dirk o' Deaofols. Ye still crave mine sawol? Come forthe, test thine might anew! I shalt tear thine pride asunder... thee and thine bearers."

Alrune

"When your smile decay, laugh or it will die in vain!"

Name: Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon
Nickname: "Al" or "Risk Chord" (Underground artist name)
Sex: Male? :)
Age: 14
Haircolour: Light Purple
Eyecolour: Light green
Skin: Tanned with body markings (tattoo looking markings) (Darker skin than on faceclaim)
Grade: Intends to join Mephisto's when he turns 15.
Appearance: Pink pirate shirt, black tight leather pants, black and silver boots, necklace with a medallion with the number 8 at it.
Nationality: El-Undura, the desert kingdom (Former) Rhea (Current)

Personality:

Al's personality may initially be hard to nail down, in that he is an extrovert on stage, when singing, signing autographs, hanging out with fans or being interviewed. In private however he is almost the complete opposite, being an introvert and being more of a listener, with the occasional question.

He enjoys listening to music and making his own, including singing and dancing. He also seems to have an interest in history books and things of scientific nature. He also is fond of animals and nature, and prone to sometime take the law into his own hands if he feels it is justified. Alrune is distrustful of doctors, scientists and basically anyone involved with the Rhean government.

Biography:

Al's memories bring him back to a place of peace within the kingdom most associated with war and misery. His early life was in one of the many tribal villages in the outskirts of El-Undura's borders. Where life itself was simple, yet peaceful. And that was all that mattered. His father was a great man, a merchant and avid storyteller. His mother was one of the tribal healers and capable at her art. He wasn't the only child neither, he had nine siblings.

There were many fond memories of his past, but Al had a wanderlust take over him early on. A desire to see more of the world, outside of the tribal community, outside of the warring lands of El-Undura. Yet it was after he finally reached the borders of Rhea that his memories had gotten blurried. What in the world had happened to him?

As he began to search for the answers, he made use of his gifted powers to support himself. Becoming a singer and muscician after many compliments, the underground gangs calling him the second coming of Shal-Akkun. A popular artist that shared his country of origin, which had migrated to Rhea some twohundred years earlier and became a hit amongst those who enjoyed wild dancing to the funky beats and neon-lights.Coming to Rhea had however been the right call, despite his initial longing to see his family again. And finding out just what had happened to him during the period of time he lost his memories. The boy only hoped that his family was all well and safe. He had however no intention to return home just yet, there was much enjoyment in coming up with new songs and singing them in this new place of the world. Sometimes even being requested by those who would call themselves his fans to sing songs of other artists, including the long since deceased Shal-Akkun. Perhaps in time he could earn enough money so that his family could all move to Rhea. Family was the most important thing to him. His loving family and friends back home in that quiet little tribal community. Within the span of a year, perhaps he would have enough earnings to invite them over to start a new safer life? Rhea was truly a place of wonders and safety in comparison to his homeland... right?

El-Undura:

El-Undura, the desert kingdom. Al's heritage brings him back to the desert kingdom of El-Undura. The most violent place on the planet, and the only one with vast amounts of sandy dunes. A place where warmongers, mercenaries and exiles find themselves drawn to.

Where the rich and powerful dominate over the poor and meek, where civil wars and conflicts with other nations are a part of the norm rather than the exception. Despite the help offered by other nations such as Rhea, Albion and Vauquelin. The nation of El-Undura has constantly failed to show any signs of changing it's ways. The desert kingdom is prone to break promises and prone to replacing a weakening tyrant with an even worse one. The common folk are not free in the larger cities, but there is more of a self-governance in the outskirts among the tribal people. Those which haven't yet been plundered or put to the torch that is.

Despite it's autocratic system, the desert kingdom has a wide reaching trade system in place, where one can basically find anything if one looks hard enough. Spices, illegal weapons, lost shipments, stolen artifacts and slaves. A darker pit of misery has yet to be found within the world.

Core:

Neurobeat

He has his own theme music playing anywhere he goes, the sounds seems to mystically play in an area around him (aura) as if he was a speaker. He may suppress his core power momentarily if there's a need for it, but more often than not it's not. Unless he wants to sneak but has a song in mind. Said aura is not only providing him with an ambient theme fitting to his mood, but also his own personal rhythm and theme. It also has electrically charged him (even when it is not making any sound), making him alot faster, better agility and balance. Like a proper dancing expert he can win dance-off's easily with this. Not only that but he is able to channel electricity through his body like an electric eel when he so desires. The power is basically like plugging in the electrical cord into an electric guitar. With benefits.

Synthomania: Electric guitar. Yes, it's an actual electric enchanted guitar. A shocking touch aswell. Enchanted to such a degree you can slam it on stage as much as you wish to create thundering slams. It serves as a focus and amplifier to his electical powers otherwise, making him able to put his core electrical ability into it's lightningbolts. The guitar may also detach it's strings and wrap themselves around a target, after which Al can play upon them to deliver vibration attacks to his foes.

Synthphony: He can growl in a immense base manner to cause the very ground to give in. Or give an opera like performance to shatter glass and render peoples ears ringing. May also create shockwaves of sound.

Disco Infernal: Hit the dance floor. Quite literally creates a discoball of fire, which despite it's appearance does not cause burning or is a hazard. What it does however is that it physically and mentally drains those nearby it to the point of causing them to become as if hypnotised or in trance while gradually having their physical and mental energy drained away. It is considered a psychic effect rather than a negative energy effect. The user can also exclude people from being affected by it (besides himself).



"My friend, how important would you say that our memories are? I am sorry, that question must seem odd to you. Nevermind I said anything haha..."

Orpheuz

Name: Orpheuz Paladice



"You should know very well who I am..."

Nickname: Phantom Pain
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Eyes: Orange
Hair: Green-Blonde
Nationality: Alter-Rhea (Former), Rhea (Current)
Grade: None yet. (Leaning to joining Mephisto)

Clothing: See picture

Biography:

Few are those who knows the true extent of Orpheuz's superhuman powers, fewer still are those who know of his origins. To Orpheuz himself, he is not from this world, but at the same time claims it to be his home.

A traveller through another dimension? Who would believe such a fairytale. While his claims are hard to believe, what is far easier to acknowledge is the young man's determination. Whatever may it be that drives the young man forwards? Who knows.

Perhaps he is looking for something, or perhaps... someone.

When spoken to, Orpheuz speaks in a highly arrogant and judgemental tone, his voice nontheless bears a certain coldness or if you wish 'cool' to it. Like someone whose used to not backing down when things come to blows. His orange eyes are somewhat resembling that of a fox, behind them there's clear wit and shrewdness, but also fiery ambition.

Powers:

Core: Phantom Reflection

Orpheuz has attained immunities from his gift, bestowing him with a powerful defense while also potentially causing harm to whomever is targetting him with status conditions.

Status conditions of both the mind and the body are not only negated but reflected towards it's origin. Providing they do not have any countermeasures that prevent them from being afflicted by such.

Physical examples:

- Poisons
- Toxins
- Diseases
- Healing
- Paralyzation
- Blindness
- Deafness
- Concussions
- Organ shutdown
- Molecular alteration

Mental examples:

- Mind control
- Possession
- Telepathy
- Illusions (Visual deception)
- Scrying
- 'Magic' alteration

Basically he is able to prevent his basic physical/mental condition to be altered/modified.

It does however not negate 'Raw damage' such as taking a punch, getting acid on the skin, being turned on fire, a fireball explosion or a telekinetic blast. It only applies to conditions which alter his health status aside from just raw damage. This also means he is immune to both beneficial/detrimental buffs and healing/life force draining.

So when he does get hurt, he will not be able to heal by magical means but must rely on natural metabolism. On another note, he could allow people who have buffs that only affect others to actually affect themselves by targetting him. Causing them to bounce back at the caster.

Dark waters: Orpheuz can summon and manipulate what looks to be pitch black water to do his bidding, shooting jets of water, create large fields of water, creating waves, summoning vortexes of spinning water, hurl water orbs or bend streams of water mid-manipulation to chase his opponents. Sometimes he adds his own little creative flair to them, making them look like snakes or dragon-heads with jaws.

Paranormal activity: The young man possesses an aura style of power, which he can manipulate as he desires in terms of effect. The things he can alter is the overall heat/cold of the surrounding area but he can also hurl human-sized objects or people telekinetically providing the people/objects are not too heavy. If he has summoned or is controlling his dark water power he can combine said powers to create ice, steam and hurl projectiles more effectively via telekinesis. Also he may 'feel' people standing in his dark water if he has created like a pool of water under him.

Phantom of the Utopia: Orpheuz slips into another plane, causing him to vanish from sight by those unable to see into the planes. That is until he decides to step out, which may appear as him blinking or teleporting between locations. His speed in the other plane is very fast, which can explain why he can appear so quickly from one place to the other. If engaged on the plane however, by a combatant able to fight him there. He would be much faster and stronger than in the normal plane.

Relationships:

- The mysterious one
- The fallen lady

Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

Music theme

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"Hnn hnn ahahaha! Fate is on my side! I am glad you know it's name! It shall tell your bedtime story!" Charmaine replied to the first sentence Naoki had shouted out to him, that Seo and Hachiyama had been cut off to follow him in his pursuit of Naoki had indeed been fate.

"Let go?! I'll never let it go!" The masked youngling had replied swifly as he had been knocked back by Naoki's gunpla's shields, as expected from the one he had looked up to those years ago. His gunpla was well built and equipped to handle most situation. 'A barrier..? Is it able to absorb my beam attacks or deflect them? Tch.. I'll make a single shot with one and see what happens.' He narrowed his eyes, he decided on having to rely more on his physical weaponry for this.

"Domino Masque! You are the only Zeon weapon here! I didn't join this fight for the money! After all... you are the reason of this! We've met once before... many years ago!" Charmaine called out, hurling his Mjolnir hammer towards Naoki's gunpla, aiming for his physical shields. Whereof it would hit or not, the masked young man would open fire using his wrist-mounted 110mm Machine Cannons and then follow up with a single tap of his 115mm Ram Cannon to see if the beam itself would be absorbed or deflect off his enemy. Providing it would hit.

Charmaine allowed a smirk to form on his lips on seeing Naoki's funnels starting to surround them. 'Go ahead! Shoot me with your beams! This machine was made to defeat you! I'll gladly return all the beams back at you!' Charmaine thought as his mouth opened to form a fight-hungry expression only someone like Ali Al Sacheez could otherwise pull off.

"We'll see about that! Acknowledge my existance! Gundam!" The Creusherazade's main hand GN beamclaw ignited, much like how it looked like on the original Garazzo, it formed five beams one per finger before forming unto a single stronger one, it was just in case Naoki would lunge in he would be ready to block his beamsaber with his own. Charmaine had not pondered on what he would do after his fight with Naoki, providing it would all go in his favor. There was however an uneasy feeling, there was someone or something else nearby. He could feel it. Yet amidst the fight with Naoki it would have to wait. It was almost like that space-lightning bolt. A connection?

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Charmaine pinched the bridge of his nose the moment Seo had addressed Hachiyama, it wasn't that Charmaine was concerned with what either Seo or Hachiyama felt, nor did he care about the plan which Seo had made up. That Ryoichi had placed his hand on the young man's shoulder had almost become a tradition by now and there seemed to be little use in telling him that he was not allowed to place his hands on, what Charmaine considered. A higher ranking officer.

"Hmph. I'll win. Be sure of that." Charmaine snorted and crossed his arms.

'This team winning or losing doesn't matter... The only victory I need is one where I defeat -him-. If we lose it's not because of them being strong... but of them being cowards.' He thought, his lips curling into a sign of disgust when he thought about the possibility of seeing a two against one from either side. This was the one chance he needed to face Naoki, he was going to take it and defeat him or the ghosts of his past would never vanish.

Flashback to three years ago...

Three years ago, at the great tournament Naoki had been the one who wore a mask. Naoki had both been a national champion and a runner-up with Team Domino, Charmaine knew both of these things, as it was due to Naoki that he had begun to watch and build gunpla.

Having watched the tournaments and right before their last fight three years ago, Charmaine had just finished his first gunpla and wanted to show it off to the former national champion.

Whilst it had been a busy time for all contestants, Charmaine had nontheless pushed his way past the crowd of people to approach Naoki in order to have his gunpla-box autographed. At this time, Charmaine still had his legs. Yet when the moment had come, the young man's voice had vanished amidst the screams of the various fans gathered and his masked idol had to his knowledge ignored him. There had been bumpings in the crowd by many fans trying to get in closer to have a look and take pictures of the former champ. It was one of these bumps that knocked Charmaine's box out of his hands and unto the ground, crumpling it from some people coming into contact with it.

The young man had been devestated and had managed to recover the dropped box, yet it had been too damaged, even if the gunpla within had gotten away unscatched. Naoki was gone and so were his team. The sound had gradually faded out and he was no longer smiling, the crowds cheering and jumping. Yet amidst it all he stood quiet and silent. Charmaine had soon after left the crowd and the building, he didn't feel like watching the tournament anymore. He wanted nothing more than to go home, where he would stuff the gunpla box into a shelf and let it be forgotten.

The young man walked in the rain, having forgotten to bring with him an umbrella, he made his way towards the nearest substation. His gaze at the box he carried in both his hands. The street-signals were glowing red, like the eyes of a zaku before turning yellow. Yet he couldn't see them, he couldn't hear anything and then as they turned green. A sound came through. A loud horn, two lights glowing into his eyes and then darkness took him. Next thing he knew he woke up in a white room, laying in a bed, the crumpled box sat on a small table next to him. His body was aching, his mind was slightly dullened yet it didn't take him long to rip the blanket away that laid on top of him.

His legs. His legs were gone by the knee-cap. It took a few moments to realize and then sorrow, but it came to gradually fade and give way to a new feeling. Anger. Unspeakable anger. And such anger could only grow so far until it would need to be unleashed. He had allowed his eyes to fall upon the crumpled up gunpla box.

'It's all because of you. I... I'll make the greatest gunpla ever and defeat you. I'll defeat them all... I will make you acknowledge my existance!'

The flashback faded away...

"I will get back everything..." Charmaine gritted his teeth and set his Creusherazade gunpla down.

"Charmaine Creusherenada, Creusherazade exterminating the target!" He spoke up, his eyes narrowing, his gaze setting on Naoki on the other side before the scene came into view.

"Space? Damnable spacenoids!" He grunted to himself on hearing Seo praise Zeon, it made his stomach almost turn in disgust. 'I wanted to be earth federation....' There was a slight irritation, but it was soon overpowered by his desire to fight Naoki. Whilst Seo was reminding everyone about the plan and giving advice on how to easier manuever in space, his voice was gradually being faded out by Charmaine. There was excitement in the air. Fighting to be had and an enemy to defeat.

'This is my reason for being here! This is my reason to live! NAOKIIIIII!!!' His eyes flared open and he took off alongside Seo and Hachiyama.

While Seo no doubt had his own reasons to seek revenge on Naoki, it would have to wait or perhaps by taking Naoki down Seo would be pleased enough. One thing was clear however, if Seo would try to engage Naoki before him. He would have to shoot him down right there. Nothing was going to get inbetween him and his target. Not Seo. Not Hachiyama... and not the old guy! If it would not be for his belief of now being nearly divine on the battlefield, Charmaine would have looked over the recordings of his opponents, yet to him there was only one real threat as far as he knew. Naoki.

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"Coward! You are a shameful warrior!" Charmaine yelled over the coms towards Hachiyama.

"Hmph! You cheapen the old man's victory and went against Seo's orders, isn't he your commander? Isn't he your leader? Do you not respect him ehh?! The old man might let you off the hook, but if you interfere in my duels and I will shoot you down myself!" Charmaine snarled over the coms, making his displeasure of seeing a two against one unfold briefly and then beholding trans-am, one of the few things he really didn't like. While he could understand and respect the desire to fight in a battle, he couldn't help but feel like his team had stained itself to the point they might aswell had been on the opponents team.

'How dare you put us on the same level as these people. Damnable background character!' Charmaine thought in irritation about Hachiyama, watching how Ryoichi was making short work of the enemy in the red gunpla. Painting it red was surely giving it at least a 100% boost in performance, or so it was likely believed. 'The metal devil? More like mental weevil. Hm. That gunpla of his is fast, but the exterior seems worn out. What builder would allow his gunpla to enter looking like that? No doubt about it, someone else made that thing for him. Someone quite skilled too.' The masked young man pondered as he beheld the Gundam Baelstrom, all things considered it was a potent gunpla by the looks of it.

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Charmaine had flinched on hearing Seo's screaming into the voice-channel. "Tch." He allowed his teeth to grind together, his face looking anything but pleased. What was it now?

'Useless federation pilots...' The young man thought as the Creusherazade was approaching it's teammembers. "Understood!" He yelled back after having grunted to himself sufficiently. What if Ryoichi were to arrive on scene before him? He had swiftly replied to Seo after all, had he disposed of the other force so quickly?

'Interesting. Perhaps I was too fast in judging the old man? No matter. He is a lifetime away from my power...' The masked young man smirked as he came closer to his destination, but it soon faded as two clear visible flying objects came into view.

One were Ryoichi's machine. How had it been able to get there before him? Had he'd been slacking too much on the withdraw or was it the performance of Ryoichi's gunpla. 'Not bad. For a lowly second rate coordinator. Hm?' His view changed to the red gunpla ahead. 'Is that a virgo? No. It's something else.' He quickly realized this was something he had no recollection of, was it a kitbash? The uncertainty filled him with irritation, how dared the enemy use something he was unfamiliar with. But even worse were that Ryoichi had gotten there first and were now engaging it in battle.

It angered him that Ryoichi might get more gunpla destroyed than him, the very idea made him almost feel physically ill. But it was too late now, the fight had already begun and if he were to join in on it he would be regarded as a coward that would team up on this enemy gunpla. His pride as a warrior couldn't allow that to happen.

"I... I will let you handle this one, old man! If you get shot down don't expect me to pick up the pieces!" Charmaine said in the open channel out towards Ryoichi, while allowing his Creusherazade to land a distance away from the two battling gunpla, placing itself on top of a tall tower-like building.

"Seo! Let gramps handle this one, If you engage in this fight you might hit the wrong target. Let's keep our energy for the next fight. You do want to win don't you?" Charmaine offered a satisfied grin.

'When it comes down to it though. I don't need you or your useless friends Seo. Nor your money. I'm afraid you will not be the one to shoot down Naoki. That will be me... I'll settle things once and for all. Anything that guy can do... I can do just as well.' Charmaine momentarily spaced out, his mind barraged by flashbacks of another masked boy years past.

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Charmaine had grit his teeth together on hearing Ryoichi's words, whilst at first it had been the call-name he had been given that had caused the most irritation. But now he was attacking on a more personal level. "Shut your mouth! You damn civilian! Threaten to change sides all you like! I never said I was on yours to begin with!" Charmaine yelled back to Ryoichi before the two parted, moving off towards different destinations. 'Does he really think he can take me on? Creusherazade let's begin the new chapter of the story! Destiny is smiling upon me!' He thought as he flew southwards, it didn't take long before the enemy made their presence known. Had they been static and waiting on him to approach?

That's when a volley of airborne missiles flew to his direction, fired by a duo of Pisces type machines. Charmaine rose up into the air further, gritting his teeth slightly. As he did a voice called out to him, it was the third member of their squad which donned a different coloured Pisces unit. Calling out to him to fight him, the offer intrigued him.A warrior who was willing to face him head-on in seemingly a one-on-one duel, but his two allies were near and already firing on him. Something was up with it.

The Creusherazade began to twirl and spin it's Mjolnir hammer with his left main hand, the large morningstar like ball reaching out quite the distance and the wire to which it were attached. He spun the extendable wire and the spiked ball in front of him, causing the incoming missiles to slam into it and explode, causing big fiery blasts and smoke to fill the air until every last missile had connected with it.

"Sounds amusing!" Charmaine yelled out in reply to the leader, before his machine plunged out of the smoke. The Creusherazade dashed out fiercely towards the incoming leader of the trio. The machine had made it through the missile volley unscathed, and now it used it's thrusters and forward momentum to hurl the spiked ball of the Mjolnir hammer towards his target.

Charmaine knew that it would likely be possible to behead the enemy machine with a direct hit to it's head, but to the young man's surprise the unit before him tilted it's body to the side as a counter-reaction to his attack, causing him to miss. The custom painted yellow Pisces machine had a skilled pilot. The pilot and his custom Pisces was closing in fast, and Charmaine raised both his main arms in preparation to strike, but the opposing machine had a distinct advantage. The Pisces arms had more reach and now they latched unto the main arms of the Creusherazade.

"Do not touch me!" Charmaine barked out towards the leader, the Creusherazade secondary arms began to reach out and igniting their built in legilis beam sabers. The four-armed machine made a double cut using it's secondary arms in a cross-shaped manner, aiming for the extended arms of the pisces. Yet once again the pilot of that machine proved his skills by withdrawing the long arms of the pisces fully and letting go of his grip, thus evading the incoming beam slashes. The other two pisces machines were now providing their leader with some ranged support, shooting a new volley of missiles towards the four-armed monster before them.

"Tch!" Charmaine grit his teeth together as the Mjolnir hammer retracted and the main arms were now free to move again. Yet he couldn't push his attack due to his foe having support, forcing him on the defensive. Charmaine pushed the thrusters into full reverse and then raised all four arms, this time opening fire with all of his ranged weaponry. The 110mm machine cannons began to spray the area, shooting down the incoming missiles one after the other, but also suppressing the three enemy machines ahead. The shield-mounted 115mm beam cannons carved small tunnels of light through the smoke. The secondary hands which had it's beamsabers lit turned off and instead were replaced with beam vulcans which added even more small arms fire to suppress and barrage the missiles and foes ahead.

To hover in the air at one place was a bad idea, Charmaine began to gradually circle around the smoking field inbetween the four combatants, holding his firing momentarily until he spotted one of the enemy machines. It wasn't the leader, but one of the ones that had shot missiles at him.

'I got you now you coward!' Charmaine thought, and he could feel a grin forming on his lips. Moments later the Creusherazade was right in front of it, igniting it's both beamsabers in it's secondary arms, swinging them down in an overhanded manner down against the shoulders of the pisces, quickly cutting it's way through the armor and cutting it's arms clean off. The right main hand of the Creusherazade reaching out as if it were to uppercut the pisces in the chest, then it activated it's GN beam claw. A weapon which had orginally been used by the Garazzo, a machine from Gundam 00. It formed beamsabers in a manner it would look like it would have a saber for every finger on it's hand. In this case five of them, whilst it could be used as such or combined into a thicker beamsaber if one would so desire. But for this moment, Charmaine had not the time to think of such esthetics.

The five beamsabers found their way into the pisces torso in a forceful manner, piercing it fully. The Creusherazade began to lift up the pisces in the process. It had become far lighter without it's large arms and now were at his complete mercy. There were no mercy for the weak. The second supportive pisces made it's presence known soon after the first had been pierced and lifted up slightly, the pilot took a moment to take in the scene in indecisiveness on seeing it's partner unit being mauled. Charmaine's mouth opened wide, his eyes glimmering with something akin to how a berserker would as he laughed and hurled the badly crippled machine towards it's companion. Then taking a charge forwards after it, hurling it's Mjolnir hammer into it's back causing it to explode in the other pisces face.

When the explosion cleared the pisces gaze turned to the sides, searching for it's enemy, it's armor having been badly scorched and battered by the explosion of it's sister unit. Then the pisces gaze fell upwards, and that's where it found it's foe, it had gone airborne again. "Look upon me and tremble! Hahaha!" Charmaine's voice came over the public voice channel in the vicinity, so that the opposing pilots could hear him.

Then he unleashed his barrage of ranged weaponry at the pisces, it had nowhere to go, no shield to cover behind. The barrage of beams and machinegunfire ripped into it, shredding pieces off it with every hit, first the outer layers and then piercing the inner layers, making it look like a pierce of swiss cheese until finally the shield mounted cannon would fire once at it's chest. Causing it to explode. Charmaine couldn't stop himself to smirk. After all he had disposed of the dishonorable cowards as he saw it.

It was at that moment that their leader reappeared out of the smoke, having opened a few hatches on it's leg armor to give it some hidden extra thrusters, the yellow machine's arms stretched out anew in attempt to grab unto Charmaine's machine again.

"It won't work!" Charmaine yelled out towards the opposing pilot, there was a slight bit of disappointment in seeing his opponent undertake the same manuever again just like that. But having been able to avoid two of his attacks so well was impressive. Was this how it was going to end?

The pisces grappling arms latched unto the main arms again, but not only that, out of it's upper arms and back there were compartments opening up revealing two build in beam rifles. Just looking at the barrels, Charmaine knew these were packing quite the firepower. The enemy pilot had been smart to hide away some of his weaponry, all in order to be able to catch an unsuspecting foe unaware. He had latched on and the beam rifles quickly opened fire towards the chestof the Creusherazade. It was there where the second surprise came, but this time from Charmaine's machine. Two big beam blasts from the pisces rifles slammed into the chest of the Creusherazade but as quickly as they landed they bounced away from it, reflecting back at the pisces, hitting it in the chest and shoulder area. The pilot of the yellow machine screamed out in what some could describe as anger and annoyance. Letting go once again from the Creusherazade to avoid being attacked by it's beam sabers which had almost instinctively lit up in it's secondary hands.

"Submit to me!" Charmaine yelled out and pushed his machine forwards, it's waistmounted grappling piercers shooting out towards the custom pisces, latching into it's lower chest area. Then the Creusherazade would pull itself closer quickly through the wires, it's both secondary arms with their beamsabers cutting off the yellow machine's arms with a single swing, albeit upon cutting it took longer to get through. The machine had seemingly tougher armor than the rest. The young man didn't stop in his cutting however and proceeded to slice open the pisces chest and even it's legs, tearing into it in a manner of overkill to completely shred it to pieces until there was only a pile of scrapmetal left falling from the sky.

'Ahah? Ahahaha! Creusherazade... you are truly beautiful. My precious flawless diamond. That pilot with the yellow machine had some skill, too bad he relied on other people to back him up. Companionship. Friendship. Why would one need that? All you need is enemies, they are the ones which motivate you to be stronger. To be the strongest... to go the farthest... to climb the highest... I will become a gunpla god and you will be my goddess. My greatest of creations...rip all the ugly things asunder.' The young man thought as all three opponents finally lay defeated before him, he allowed himself a soft smirk before flying off towards where Seo and the snipers would be waiting.

"I don't feel fullfilled yet... more... I want to fight more." The young man murmured on his way back, looking around for any possible threat.

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(Sorry doublepost)