Mikalo

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Name/Titles: Aestus: Erudite Of Water

Gender (if applicable): Male

Patronage: This Deity has special authority over water and the sea creatures in it; he is able to control anything with water within it, including blood, manipulating it to torture his opponents and those that oppose him.

Parentage: He was born from naught, and was born at the same time as the baby seas, that were just spreading within moments of time. He was born undressed, with beautiful blue opticals

Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity, where he stands in the politics of the heavens and deity conflicts is, simple. All he believes is that he is worthy to rule the throne that is left empty, and that the other gods should simply submit to his will.

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In this form he is fully noticed as the Deity of Water, His torso naked and the sides where his ribcages would be drenched with water and moving gills. His obsidian black hair draping behind the gills that replace his ears, tinted with black lines across their surface. Under his solar plexus, a long robe tied around his form, a black kimono, covers his genitals. His Mediterranean-blue eyes show the murky waters when deeply looked into; like the crystal ball of a witch.

Centres of Worship/Places of Power: He is at his most powerful inside the water, being in the place deemed the name 'Atlantis', one of his beautiful creations before the violence had gone on.

Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base: Underwater, inhumane persons worship him, and rarely people on the surface world worship him. Atlantis though, stretches outward long into land, revealing a second Atlantis, a city of the ground for the over 1,000 people that worship him at the time. They worship him by setting fire into a golden bowl and cutting their arm to let blood sink into the flames. This is to state that since he gave them water, they must give back, also. The king of the surface Atlantis has many prophets, seven, at the least, that predict when Aestus' wrathful intent will wash over the land.

The king of the surface Atlantis follows the rules and is guided by Aestus.. he can be overthrown by any time. The king of Atlantis is binded to Aestus by a chain, his soul being taken, this was the price for ruling over a giant city.

Psychology: He enjoys the screaming of his enemies, and loves to torture them. Blood pleases him, usually, he will dip his digits into the blood and lick it all off his phalanx. Blood curdling screams to him is but a lullaby to soothe him into a slumber. Though, the things that drive him almost insane is when waters, or his sea creatures are harmed by surface dwellers. This explains why he hates most of them so much, he thinks of them as flawed beings.

History: Unbeknownst to Aestus, The Sea Erudite, he was created by the past Deity of water, who was one of the oldest gods to exist, before the anarchy over the throne. This old deity had stayed behind, forgotten by most of his followers, and brother and sister deities. With his own blade, he removed himself as soon as the King of The Gods Aroesus was slain, failing to grab the throne of Aroseus and commit suicide.

Before he destroyed himself, he had created another to be in his place. He hoped, before his death, that this new one would be better than him, and could bare the weight of his brothers and sisters going against eachother. Though, Aestus could really care less about them, he just wants the throne for himself. The sea was destroyed with the older Sea God, but reborn and anew with Aestus; The Water Erudite. Growing quickly with the unusual blue skin, he then, out of loneliness, created the fishmen and sea creatures. Some would call them 'Mermaids' Or 'Mermen' But in all reality, they are simply blue skinned people..

They have enhanced strength and speed, and can control the waters at a maximum. There is a whole family of them within Atlantis. The people of Atlantis, fishermen, had grew out of control. The seas had began to storm about the land to create typhoons of water that destroyed some of the surface world. Aestus, to this point, cared for his people at the time. Though he was forced to show them who the creator and king still was, by destroying half of Atlantis and sending them into demise by killing some of their children.

Remaking Atlantis, soon the fishermen began to live in fear under him. Though within time most of the fear faded, though, he could promise you, there would be no more. When he heard the news of the king of the gods was dethroned and removed from this world, he immediately came to the surface world and to the Heavens to begin slashing through his competition.

Relationships:
He enjoys blood and water, along with his fishermen worshiping with the surface land worshipers. Things that give him power are simply blood and water and other liquids within the area.

Extra Information: The Sea God before him, Esta, was of course the Father that created him, this being unknown to Aestus. Aestus stood as one of the strongest yet most unknown Gods, the number of his worshipers wagered, none feared him, because he was seen as the only 'soft' but ''powerful'' deity. Back then everything was simply fine, he stood where he stood, next to the King Of The Gods, Aroseus.. for a time. Esta knew of the plans of him to be slayn, and of course, he wanted it to happen.

Father like son, he decided that he wanted and needed the throne. Though he could not do it, the unexpected bloodshed and outroar from the other deity sent him to be hidden away within the seas, where he eventually used half of his essence to create a new Sea God, Aroseus, and eventually destroy himself with his sword.

The Demon Of The Sea vs The Water Erudite

Prepared to lay down their weapons, some of the rebellion persons had took their swords in hands, the archers behind readying their bows with the flaming tips of the arrows igniting the caelum above. A shadowy figure approached from above, the kimono wavering in the wind along with the flawless pony tail in the winds. He lands in the middle of The Rebellion, letting his soldiers stare in awe and bow onto their knees. He stood with the firm grimace spread upon him, curls of wrinkles on both sides of his chapped lips.

He stood, easily, at six feet tall. His trademark crimson red kimono had been left behind and rippled in his previous battle against mercenaries.. wearing the obsidian black kimono that was tattered hanging down with tallness, and lapping over the land about. The eyelids had moved backward and folded to reveal his murky crimson opticals that stared outward; rebellion soldiers parted backward. In his right hand, a blade was already unsheathed.

This sword had stood at an easy fourteen feet, it was completely black with a long hilt. The tip of the sword was sharp, with blood still dripping and curdling into the curved and wicked circumference to disarm and hack through bones within a careless slice. His left hand was coated with a glove, created out of an unknown metal, colored obsidian black like his sword. Having talons for the tips like the slicing claws of an eagle, scales and lines like a dragon reaching up his arm from the glove.

The Gauntlet Of Stronghold, the expansion of unknown energies rung outward as the tip of his clawed index finger was drawn across his beautified sword, the case that held his blade falling to the ground to reveal its baby blue surface, decorated with the outter art of sakura flowers and petals descending downward to the end of the object. The soldiers of the Rebellion behind him had fallen onto their knees, blasted backward with pain.

This samurai had turned about, his eyes coated with blackness on the outside, the pupil an unbelievable blue that matched the seas behind the soldiers. Suddenly the fear had to overwhelm them, causing their bones to crack downward and the swords to be dropped; the flaming arrows exploded outward and reigned down with wrathful intent about the area. Flames of vertigo had coated the arena inwhich the two skilled warriors would fight; blade to blade.

The army had been struck by fear, his blade had been stabbed into the grind as the brachium curled around the sword itself, bending downward as he stared towards his opponent.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Apologies, HeySeuss, I am a rookie and made a rookie mistake by accidently putting one of my posts in the IC section. It was supposed to be here. Please delete it.

Mikalo's Meeting

Okay, this is good, i'll start in IC soon.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

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The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

HeySeuss what do I need to fix in order to be accepted? Though, I was also thinking about remaking my character.

Outlaw Mikalo VERSUS Commodus Of Rome!

The birds had let their songs ring out through his ears.. the feet continuosly patted against the ground.. the oak wood sandals sliding underneath himself. His crimson red optics, seemingly, peaceful, wandered about the area. The samurai observed the tall trees in the vicinity, the arms of the nature reaching outward with the phalanges curling about and grasping at his sides. His nostrils flaring outward and letting his breath of life go upon the dust of the Earth.

With a loud sigh, he bowed his head to let his undone golden-brown hair lay down in front of his face.. the cross scar being illuminated by the orb called the sun that was wavering about. The caelum had thus on, lustrously, shown its beauty of ultra-violet and blue. The sun's rays coming outward and focusing its ignorance upon his olive-skinned face with vengeance. His digits dragging against his firm jawline as he stared onward.. the smog clearing outward to reveal a tall opponent in the midst of the darkness.

It seemed that this person, was here to fight. He chuckled to himself and breathed in, his fingers rubbing against his temple. His heart pounded as his pink, reddish tongue had wiped over his lips, putting them together. Oh, how he could not wait to taste the sweet blood upon his lips again. In his right hand the sword had turned to reveal itself from the slithery grasp of the shadows.. it was exactly fourteen feet long, being completely black and glistening because of the sun's rays.

The circumference of the sword was curved inward.. looking as if a shark had bitten into its form. But in all reality, this part of the sword watch to catch, parry, and disarm opponents. And with his quick movements and unbelievable agility and strength, he could do this without a care in the world, and a sigh escaping the imprisonment of his lips. The tip was digging into the ground, the pieces of rocks splattering outward from the short bust of force and unlimited strength

Underneath him the ground had to quake once more, the waters miles about him twisted and turned and batted against eachother with happiness and unease; their master was near. They readied themselves as the yonder above had turned an ashen grey.. a storm brewed in the heavens as God looked down with amusement as his unjustified wrathful warrior stepped into the arena. The area around them being nothing but dust, the wisps of crunched bones and old flesh had come outward and crunched under his toes.

The voices had battled in his head as he swirled the blade in his palm.. highly annoyed with the continuous babbling.. "You are Righteous, O' Moutoku, destroy him with ease!" Sometimes the samurai wondered if he was the only one to hear this man in his head. Slowly his right foot had come into the ground and slid out a couple of feet from his left. Twisting the left foot off the heel to reveal the toes that pointed outward and up to God. Bending his torso and letting his right hand swirl above his head with the infamous sword above his head, being grasped by the elongated hilt with two sturdy hands.

Just, as if, on cue, the sword had been mindlessly thrown towards his form with strength. He twirled within a one-eighty turn with the circumference of his blade dragging through the vicinity of where his body would be, ceasing the thrown spear as it was caught within the blade-catching region of Sinryuishi. Demonic blades of blood clashing against eachother, sparks flying out towards the form of the newfound opponent of Mikalo.. highly flammable with ease. The tip of his sword cut downward and hit the ground, sending the spear stuck with the bottom half sticking out, it snapped as he let his blade come backward.

The sharp shrapnel of the spear rotated into the air and flew onwards towards the Gladiator, and in the mean time, he had been accelerating onward to drift with a grin upon his face past the form of his opponent. Dropping low and letting his afterimages behind him blurr and disperse as soon as his sword had cut downward behind the knees of the figure.

Mikalo Moutoku

Name: Mikalo Moutoku

Titles: The Battousai. Hiten Mitsurugi.

Age: Millenium

Appearance:



Weaponry & Equipments: With his crimson red kimono, he has his sheathed blade Sinryuishi kept on his back with a tied rope around his waist.. the sheath is decorated with sakura flowers; the background being a Mediterranean Blue. Two marbles filled with the smell of the salty sea are the things holding his hair together in the long ponytail. When the orbs are smashed to the ground, endless water overruns the area and consumes the particles of everything in the area except Mikalo.

Abilities: He is able to, at a minimum, control time through the sands of time and of course, water. He worships the goddess Tanroa, an old goddess of time. He can control the sea and the water in his body, and anything that even has water in it; including blood. He has amazing and inhumane speed and strength, practicing a style of speed and strength with the sword and hand to hand combat known as Hiten mitsurugi.

History: He was born within the time where men knew nothing but peace.. a time forgotten and before time was even recorded. There he grew as a single man who was married, with children, even. Though this had quickly dispersed from him when he had began to overdrink, and he was sent accelerating into a life of crime.. a life of murder. Soon he ceased his foolish acts, though, he but his blade skills to use by becoming a bounty hunter. He slashed through people that he believed a 'poison to the world'. Every time he murdered a man, he left behind a note with the dead man's finger print.

When the samurai had come to be existent within the line of time, he had become one of the best. Wearing his nameless blade on his right side with a black robe covering his whole form, except for his head. After killing the last people of the chinese army, he had come to rest for many years. Before he had come to rest, his older brother, one of the best Samurai, Kamorisuki, taught him the way of a true warrior and samurai, along with right from wrong.

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