Ryouko

Crazy Supernatural World

Name: William Ashborn Redglade

Nickname: "Will"

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Abilities: With his ties to his Angelic Mother and Demonic Father, he has the abilities from both Angels and Demons. Such as:

Hellfire Manipulation

Holy Fire Manipulation

Enhanced Durability

Enhanced Strength/Speed

Ice Manipulation

Pyrokinetic Construction

However, if he uses too much energy at once, he will bleed, due to the strain on his physical body.

Species:Nephalem (Not Nephilim): Half Demon, Half Angel.

Crush: "None."(Please note, If you want to ship him with someone, just ask)

Relationship: "Single, Of course."

Appearance(s):

Personality: While seeming a bit...strange, he is actually a kind soul. He believes in helping others with his abilities, and generally looks out for what little friends he has.

However, cross him, and the mirth in the silver and gold eyed boy is gone. He will revert to what he was trained to do, and go into a rampage, threatening all and any in his way.

History: His story is just beginning. "History is in the past, so why must I say it?"

He was friends with Jackson Blake at an early age, before moving away. As such, he does not remember him at all.

Other: He doesn't actually remember his past. (If anyone wishes for Will to be friends/other with their characters and he just not remember,PM me.)

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@Letmehaveone2
Alright, Letme. Just telling you why I wasn't as active!

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I'm here, I just don't have much to do. Apologies. I was waiting on others to post before making my own; giving some time for their posts.

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Aion is free to notice, if anyone wants to make their character do something.

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@Windstormugly

He could sense the man was still in pain, and almost felt the internal struggle that was taking place within him. The youth would nod lightly as Enormel spoke his name, and thanked him for not interfering with...whatever had just happened. Perhaps the energy that had entered Enormel had been to fuel something? Maybe to block the sinister presence?

Not entirely relaxed, and surely not reassured of Enormel's control, his demonic arm remained purple at the blades, wisps of darkness trailing into the air.

-"I'm hoping you won't think bad of me for ignoring your wall."

And then, Enormel was gone. Airborne, and now pre-occupied with his own battle. The Assassin shook his head lightly as he stepped back, and into the shadows, his adaptation against Enormel faded into his mind. Aion's demonic arm's darkness seemed to fade as the youth began to give off darkness, his irises turning black.

Adaptation: Stealth in Darkness.

It would seem that Aion's form, now wreathed in darkness, blended in perfectly with the shadows of the night. He felt other presences, other beings that had come in the amount of time Enormel's situation had been..handled. Aion would place a hand on the dirt wall, using his alchemy to lower the ring back into the ground. Besides the circle of frozen grass and the now darkness-wreathed male, it would seem as if his construction had never risen.

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@The Jest @Windstormugly
It seemed that Aion had been idiotic in those moments, throwing caution to the wind. Truth be told, the white haired youth now knew, as he looked at Enormel, that he would not have been entirely capable of helping the man. However, the man before him didn't know of one key trait that Aion possessed..Adaptation. As he had began to call on the energies around him, Aion's foot slid backwards.
'..He seems to draw on the energies of the world. Too much to adapt against..I would need to at least have a few moments in between each energy to adapt.'

He was a small fish in a bigger pond, but at least he had the sense to adapt against the pull he felt at his life-force, and to be warned against the voice that rippled through his mind, through the energy around him. Considerng the grass and insects around him were dying, that made the most sensee. And as Enormel/Lemrone drew in life, there would have, after a minute, been none being pulled from Aion. While there were no physical changes, due to the adaptation not being a physical change, anyone with an attunement to the arcane arts would see that the flow of spiritual energy that many beings would be seen with, or the presence of spiritual or magical energies, was masked, as if Aion had withdrawn it into himself, or locked it away. (Confusing, I know. Let's just say he made it to where his life force isn't able to be taken easily.)

Faintly, he could feel the presence behind him, the smell of rocket fuel unfamiliar to him. He kept his eyes trained on Enormel, as he spoke.

"Forgive me for the loss of caution." The Demon Armed youth spoke, his golden eyes glowing slightly from his use of adaptaton. "Is the..presence..controlled now?" He was referencing Lemrone, not knowing what or whom was...inside..the other being. It was dark, no doubt, and very likely a well of power.

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@Raptra

You did it good in my book! :D

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Yes, because our characters never can know everything, even if we do.

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@Blueflame

Ahh. Now it makes sense. If it has been talked over already, I think you two are good. If Assallya is leaving, and wants this end, it's your characters.

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@Ryouko hey think you can start coming and find my character after the elf dies?

@Blueflame

Ahem. Uhm. You may want to hold off on the whole killing thing. I can always post and get over there, I was trying to give Wind some time on account of his busy schedule.