Mikalo

The Extraodinary

New York City, 6:00

"Stop Him!"

"Stop the thief!

Horizon descending own the buildings of the wonderous place of New York City; the warmth of the falling sun descending downward onto the men and women that were being pushed away. Complaints rang through the air as the several persons of normal business life were pushed aside, cars stopping and honking their horns as the exhaustion gas blew outward with the wheels screeching against the yellow paint lines. The wallets and purses in the figure's hand were dropped, bullets flying outward, zooming past his head. The trenchcoat wavered outward and fell onto the ground, as his body spun and into the confines of the darkest ally.

"You can't run from a bulle--" The armed man stopped, dead in his tracks. The alley way was empty, and the dead end of the long outside corridor had no turns left or right of its sides. The expansion of his confusement had spread out in his babbling.. How could he disappear? The question was answered, with a straight forward and unknown punch into the nose, sending him backwards with the blood-curdling scream of surprisement spreading out from his throat.

One to the jaw, and to the stomach. He stared into the space of darkness, bewildered. Finally, with one more punch, unbeknownst to him, he had fallen victim to an Extraordinary Man. Night fell as swift as the wailing sirens in the city, the shadows overwhelming the blood that dripped upon the ground.. leaving his body hidden within the shadows.




"Hey, Jimmy?"

"What?"

"When are we gonna bust out of here?"

"Soon."

The tall persons of high-authority walked and bounced down the long corridor of blood-curdling screams. "Light's Out!" Was screamed several times, minutes ago by the guards. But of course, noone listened. No one but Jimmy. He lays in the shadows with his legs crossed, knees pointing outward as his hands lay in his lap. The lights in his room flickering and soon closing out, darkness took over the land within seconds, the spiders crawling out with the bunnies of dust that had to spread through the room.

Jimmy calculated his options as he meditated upon his stiff bed.

"The guards change shifts when the sun sets, and by then the prisoners will start their riot of curses upon the guards. Afterward, within thirty minutes exactly.." With the hours of meditation done.. he opened his eyes to wait silently and solemnly with patience on his side.. time snickered and wavered behind him. The moon annoyingly waved its light through Jimmy's barred window.. this imprisonment slightly annoyed him. But, why? Easily, within a thought. He could leave this place.. he could be back to his home; New York.

Oh how he missed it, the cursing men and woman showing their ignorance every single day upon the streets, the torn up cars and the pimp drug dealers. All he did was watch the curse of the Earth unfold, he watched Man destroy itself. Luckily for him, he DID never age. This was the second thing he enjoyed about being on the Earth, being able to travel the world without a single wrinkle. A bullet wound to the chest unfolded and curled away, brushed off like a brute. But, he did choose his brain over his barely-inhumane strength.

After hours of thoughts ringing through his head, a slight grin had to spread out. The sun grinned outward arrogantly as the ball of fire in the caelum lustrously blasted its cancerous rays of beautified yet blinding light through the barred windows. Steam suddenly arose from the digits of his right hand as the sun lays its power upon his right arm. With a smile, he opened his eyes completely to reveal the watery reflection of vertigo flames from the sun. Illusions were cast outward to the oncoming prisoners with their riot of blasted insults, letting the flames, unbeknownst to them, unreal, burn in their imprisonments.

.. A light chuckle emitted from the figure who stood tall with the bowl of honey-brown hair covering his ruby red opticals, the grin showing his newfound devilish side. The ground in the prison shook compellingly, unfolding the lock of the gate and sending the bars out, bending and shooting themselves through the chests of many terrorized prisoners. He stepped outward with his chained hands behind his head.. watching the guards come towards him with the plastic batons. The smile turned into a frown, soon, he thought it was time to get down to business..

"You will put down your batons.

"And you will remove your gun.. and put it to your temple." With an unconcerned look, he watched the unfortunate events unfold. And with a sigh, he spoke his last words onto the two overweight guards. "Pull the trigger."

The gunshots rang outward along with the matching blood sending a devistating "SPLAT!" onto the prison walls. From there on, he stepped forward to his freedom.




Let me give you what you've been waiting for Baby, I got so much love to give And I wanna give it all to you.

The music played, as the leg crossed over the other. The glass of wine jingling about in the coated figure's right hand who stood in the darkness, staring at the figure in the orange jumpsuit. "It's time."

War of Magics

The digits entangled into the murky waters.. digging inward into it to collect moss from the clean river. The pale skin of his arms shown as the sleeves rolled up above his forearms. Opening his eyes to reveal his Mediterranean-blue eyes in the distance, matching his bowl of hair that wrapped around his head and covered his scalp. His hands were pocketed into his onyx pants. Michael sat upon a small rock with his hands under his chin.

Suddenly, the water behind him began to overwhelm eachother, spiraling in laps of uncontrollable rage. He could easily see that the presence of something else was doing this.. he could feel it. The energies of another person with the same abilities of him, but somehow.. stronger. He remembered the first time he used the water, though this time it had a price. Killing an animal for the water in its blood, to quench the thirst of himself, his father, and his mother, who unfortunately did not make it into the city.

Oh, how many horrible things he had done, just to stay alive. Shunning himself by turning his head away and lifting his right hand, to calm the waters and send them back into the calming state. Though still, the energies still lingered, even before the avatar his powers wavered into the area. Standing up an tossing his satchel over his right shoulder, staring towards the one called 'Water'.

Not bothering to say 'Hello' or ask any other foolish questions, he just said: "Show me where to go." With a low sigh escaping the imprisonnment of his lips.

War of Magics

Okay.

War of Magics

Name: Michael

Nickname (if applicable): N/A

Age: Seventeen

Looks (pic or discription):

Main ability: He is strongest in the ability to manipulate water.

Histroy: His family had been to late in attempting to get into the city, the gates closed to keep the infection out. Thus whelurn he was born, a mutation was slightly seen. His hair was a midnight-blue when he turned three years old, and his skin had turned a pale white. His parents soon died from infection of the disease that still lurked, and he used his water magic to overwhelm the gates of the small village, opening it with a crack and walking.. simply closing it behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, he used his magic. This was normal, to him..

Other:

Mikalo

A normal day in the city of Toshi, the people of the city went about their normal business, washing clothes and cooking food. Beggars walked the alleys, men filled with crime and lust followed their woman with their hands curdling about their waists of sin. The town drunkard stumbling about the streets with the bottle of sake in his right hand, clumsily spilling the liquid out from its confines that reshaped its bodily structure. The seas behind the tall buildings wavering around.

The sun was at its peak, the caelum had lustrously found its true colors of ultra-violet and blue that whipped outward and curled itself around the clouds that whirled in the immediate vicinity, water transmutated into vapor that reached its phalanges into the space of stars above. The ball of fire in the air grinned, its beams of light descending with wrathful intent upon the people that complained and wailed. The wintry arms of the water that expanded over the beach had began to splash harder than usual.

A naked man hurled himself out from the confines of the deep sea, a naked blue-skinned figure emerged, the blackness outside of his deep Mediterranean-Blue opticals had to cast shadows downward.. his onxy hair lays down upon his shoulders.. his digits cracking against his naked thighs. The only thing with him was a small package upon his back, the hilt of a sheathed blade sticking out into the air. The sand had soaked in between his toes and above as he made his way outward.

The package opened on command and cue of the winds, revealing a large tattered, bloody and black robe, letting it curl around his form and the right flap fold into the opposing. No water dripped from his form, he seemed to be completely dry, standing tall with the gills showing upon his jawline and muscular brachium textures. The first thing he did was race into the town with much speed.. and simply sit upon a bench with a smile upon his face.

Mikalo Moutoku

Name: Mikalo Moutoku

Titles: The Battousai, Sea Erudite.

Appearance: A six ft five figure who is blue skinned, his dragon-like scales only visible on his arms, jawlines, and backside. His eyes are all black outside the pupils.. the optics being round and blue on the outside. He wears an onxy-black robe around his form, it being tore at the bottom and rippled with blood upon the tips from past fights. On his right arm he has a long gauntlet that covers the shoulder, the brachium, and his hand. The tips of his phalanges are like the talons of a falcon, but sharp with metals of unknown origin, name, and class.

Special Abilities: Through his sword and himself, he can control time with water that overlaps itself in his presence. The sea and him are equal, like wild horses, they can not be tamed for a long period of time. He is able to talk with the water inside of his head, communicating with it and its inhabitants. He has enhanced strength and speed, especially with his katana blade. Being trained for years with the katana, he is an unstoppable, immovable force of stronghold.

In his enormous wake of speed, afterimages are left behind, confusing his opponents that are chasing or attacking him. Sometimes he can create solid afterimages, mirror fragments, that can block the attacks and be a roadblock in the way of his foe. His strength is unmatched, the only people that have been seen to match it our most of his little and big brothers.. He has been seen taking out an entire army with but a slash of his pinky.

Weapons: He was given a katana-blade named Sinryuishi, it is fourteen feet tall exactly, and curved with an obsidian-black texture. The circumference is curved inward, like an enormous and wrathful sea creature had bitten into it with rows of sharpened teeth. It is jagged upon the outside of the sword, which is pointed up into the air. The hilt is long and the bottom of it is sharp, it is possible for Mikalo to cut himself. Though, a rookie mistake is usually not the thing for a warrior such as himself.

Its cage that holds its power is but a pack made of silk, it is a sea blue with sakura flowers decorating it, seen falling downward on the decoration. Inside of it, an imprisonment of naught is seen, where the sword resides in its physical appearance which is a tall, black-scaled dragon with crimson red optics that gleam out through the darkness. His sword has a special state, where it unlocks a form called the Antechamber Chains.

These chains grasp the form of the opponent from all sides, and hurls them into the antechamber

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The Antechamber is a place completely out of the line of time. It is nonexistent within the confines of past, present, and future. The place of the Antechamber is endless and a simple white space of nothingness. Something where one could not escape unless blessed by the female Goddess of time, Tanroa. Mikalo and his sword are able to channel Tanroa's energy, and even the goddess of time herself. The further the trapped one goes into the Antechamber, the further they are lost. When they step out far enough, a particle eating fog consumes their existence.

Likes: Enjoying the blood-curdling screams from his tortured opponents, and the begging of mercy from the defeated ones.. along with the aghast look of the beheaded opponents he destroyed. Bisecting them within moments, and letting the sweet taste of blood leak into his mouth.

Dislikes: He dislikes cockyness, and people that oppose him with insults. He hates it when the lack of fighting occurs in his life, along with if the people he loves get hurt.

The Superhero Guild

Name: Gill

Alias: .. Gill.

Age: Twenty

Gender: Male

Personality: He is quiet, and just watches thing unfold. With a bored look on his face, he defends people with the power of good.

Powers:

-Water Manipulation: He can control the seas and call it to be used as a mighty weapon, like 'Aquaman' he can call the animals of the sea to him.

- Super Strength: Though, he is no superman, he can lift more than 1,000 tons. [Underneath Superman's strength.]

- Enhanced Speed: Being able to run and swim at exactly one-hundred and twenty MPH, further on past this number, his legs will break. His stamina is greater than a humans, but will begin to fade within an hour or two depending on the situation.

-Underwater Breathing: He can breath underwater without having to go up onto the surface land

Equipment: N/A

Other: His skin is a light blue, and has several gills along his arms, sides, and neck. His ears are replaced by fish like limbs that spread outward.

Appearance: He is a six foot four figure, usually dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. His obsidian black hair is usually let out and put down to his jawlines or tied in a short ponytail. He is able to turn his skin from a light blue into an olive-skinned texture. The gills disperse within ease, though his skin.

History: He traveled from Atlantis within a mission of special-ops, an attempt to show the surface dwellers that just because Atlantis people were not human, that did not mean they were not good. His first attempt at being a hero was stopping a simple armed robbery, showing off the bullet-proof blue skin around his skeletal structure, and accidentally killing the robber. Soon he was shunned, though, he had stumbled into the mountain of Bay City from underwater..

In the Name of the Empress

Full Name: Mikalo Moutoku

Alias: Mikalo

Title: The Battousai

Race: Fishman

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-five

Height: 6'5"

Weight: Two-hundred [Muscle]

Tail Count (If Xerin):

Home Town and kingdom: As a child, he grew up in a village known as Mizu; filled with families of fishermen.

Occupation: At the moment, he is but a free-lancer.. wandering the area just to meet new people, eat, and look at towards beautified woman.

Family: Unknown

Social Status: He is a man of high wealth, rarely, he mentions his high currency.

Affiliations: Mizu Tribe

Appearance:

Personality: He rarely cares, and within anger he shows his wrathful intent towards his enemies. He is very protective of his woman, though, personally, he thinks other men can protect themselves. Blood-curdling screams are lullabies to him.

Personal Philosophy summed up in 1-2 sentences: It spreads an stirrs, opening the eyes of the others around you. The cockyness that radiates from most people insutls me, even if they're part of my family. It shames the name and brings dishonor to it. Death no longer terrifys men. Blood is as common as the smell of white plums, so he creates slavery and savaery which surpass the horror of dying. This can only be fought with more blood shed, and the cycle, never ends. Humanity is a disease.

Training:(if any): He has trained in a swordsman style called Hitsen Mitsirugi. This increases speed and strength, even more far than he already has increased power.

Magical proficiency: Using the unknown magic of Mizu No Maho, magic that allows the user to create and manipulate water and its creatures. Though he has not mastered it, he can beat most people with it.

Chi proficiency and Techniques:

Weapons/Gear: He has a long, thin satchel that is a baby blue, decorated with sakura petals and flowers. In the inside of it, a fourteen ft. long obsidian black blade is standing upright.

Skills: His unique dragon, fish like scales allow him to stick to most surfaces humans can not. He is also, easily, able to breathe underwater.

Other abilities: With a thought, he can summon his Dragon, Ryu, who is a tall, muscular onxy dragon with crimson optics, his scales and bodily structure covered with an unknown water that can break most swords and cancel magic with Zy-karo gems stuck in it.

Weaknesses: He is unable to live for long in completely dry areas.. His cockiness in fights is sometimes his downfall.

Back story: He was created by the fishermen married couple, Joki [father] and Sakana [Mother]. Soon after he had grown to a five-year old, his parents were killed by law inforcements in the area of Mizu which was just outside Zhu. With vengeance, he removed them from his house by continuosly scratching at them with the talons at his digits. He was soon taken in my more law inforcements for hand to hand and sword fighting training. [To be continued in the story]

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The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

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The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

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