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@thewizardguy

Markus seems to completely ignore the plants as he finishes planting the peach before energy crackles off of him, seeming to disappear as lightning strikes where he'd once been only for lightning to strike between shiro and the confused murlock, Markus's eyes glowing with energy crackling off of them as he say in a low, surprisingly even tone "call them off. i wish no more destruction upon this place"
@thewizardguy@Snarfulblast@Wraithblade6

While most might be terrified markus, in his almsot constantly playful mood, took these assaults with smile on his face as he holds a finger, saying evenly "freeze for a minute, first, i don't like killing, even if it's plants, so i'm going to give you a warning" before crouching and jumping up with enough force that the thorns around his ankles are ripped from the ground as he soars over the tree tops, the malignant plants crashing together where he'd once been, his warning having not been heeded in their bloodlust as he spins in the air, the vines being blown off his limbs by a terrifyingly feirce hurrican of wind pressure as he chuckles out "Alright! i did warn you!" before kicking down at gardens, the virtual hurricane being let loose upon the plants there, uprooting trees and murlocks alike before he floats down slowly and surveys the devastation he'd wrought, his omni-present grin slowly fading into sadness as the thing of beauty he'd once beheld leisurely was now a broken wreck of vines and splinters.

"i'm sorry" he says softly before noticing a lonely peach, still clinging to it's parent tree despite the malicious gale. He goes over to it quietly and plucks it, eating it until nothing is left but the pit before going to the center of the gardens and digging out a small spot, burying the pit before standing, turning to the other three present, asking "alright, who's responsible for these plants being made to kill?" lightning crackling in his hair as the normally cheerful monkey-man was growing rather infuriated at the perversion of nature as he saw it.
@Wraithblade6

"killjoy" markus comments with a sigh as he tosses the marker into the bushes before climbing up into the branches of the tree Mithias had fallen under, dropping a peach on his head as he sat up to collect himself, markus resting and munching on another peach in the higher branches while mithias felt that he was being watched and studied.
With such a lovely dream being spoiled by such a horrendous nightmare, Markus had little time to react to nearly taking a tumble out of the branch he'd been resting in, only managing to catch himself by his tail, a peach falling from the branch he'd rocked in his tumble, giving something to munch on while he gazed around the royal gardens. He hadn't been in tsubasa long, probably only about a month, but the constant warring had only spoiled his joy at finally being out of the tunnels of his home dimension and under the blue skies of such a wondrous place, though the sun had been an issue and he'd burned quite a bit when he first got there, he had managed to tan during his stay towards the latter end of the month.

It didn't take long for the newly reacquired peace to be broken once more in such a serene place as mithias crashed through the tree tops, the night sky without a moon causing darkness to blanket everything to the point that few aside from the naturally acute eyes of those born underground to a world of little light at the brightest. The figure seemed strange, foreign to Markus and strangely pale, perhaps another person from tartarus? if so, he wasn't about to miss his chance for a joke at their expense while their eyes were shut, his marker flying out of his pocket and rolling around in his fingers as the cap seems to come of at some point before he gets to work, his touch light from years of practice to the point that even though mithias was awake, he could barely feel anything, the cap going back in place with a resounding click as the cheeky little monkey affords himself a chuckle as he gazes at the masterpiece of comedy before him.
Name: Markus "Storm Caller" Silver
Species: Evolved Human
Age: 23
Appearance: Fairly average male, most often seen in baggy pants of some description and a sleeveless vest of various descriptions and most often with arm guards and most often some form of small, thin shoes.
Abilities:

Storm Magi: Able to summon clouds, powerful winds, thunderclaps, and most commonly: lightning of various levels depending on his surroundings and electrical charge with the ability to channel it through his body to create a similar effect to the power within from dark souls, degenerating his body but allowing him to move much faster and hit harder than normal. He does also have a similar form for the opposite spectrum, converting his entire body into energy in order to move through metals and mostly used to dodge attacks and move incredibly fast (considering he's pure energy in this state, he can move rather fast) however, is unable to attack due to not actually having a physical form to punch people in the face with.

Tartaros upbringing: growing up in tartaros left Markus quite a bit stronger than the average person of other universes, allowing him to have roughly 4x the strength of a normal man despite his build, allowing him to throw around the body builders of most average universes like they were bouncy balls.

Martial arts Master: while he may not look it, Markus is the master of a martial art specifically developed to work with his magic in mind, there being three styles: Rolling thunder, which focuses on hard, fast strikes in an attempt to shatter the opponent. Hammer and nail, which focuses on opening up the opponent's vitals using electric shocks before using focused strikes to cripple them. Claws of the hurricane: while the most rarely used due to it's nature, this particular style is done using an open handed stance with violently rotating, high pressure winds in order to cause controled, explosion-like bursts of energy which, when comboed with the strikes from the hammer and nail techniques, almost always results in disintegrating limbs.

Weaknesses:

Trickster: frankly, Markus is more likely to prank someone rather than try to beat them up, often resulting in aggravating, yet hilarious outcomes

Soft hearted: when paired with trickster, this often results in Markus drawing on his opponent's faces rather than killing them, which, to quote dune: "the salt must flow" and flow it shall, because he almost always has a permanent marker that will take a good month to wear off.

Ladie's man: while this, paired with trickster, resulted in more than alot of slaps when he was youngers, markus is a sucker for women and will almost never fight them even if they try to kill them, more often than not just dodging them and trying to pickpocket their phone to get their number.

Tail: while it is a rather useful thing, stepping on it hurts like a bitch.

Divine Weapons user: alot less awesome than it sounds, this is a rough translation of a martial arts term which basically means he will almost never use a bladed or pointed weapon, resulting in rather hilarious situations where he literally fought his way out of an entire city guard from a dungeon with nothing but a broom, which, as you can probably imagine, was hard as hell for said guardsmen to explain to their superiors why they were beaten by a teenager weilding a broom when they were in full plate weilding claymores.

Bio:

Born and raised in a world without light, breezes, or even a sky to look up at, Markus always felt a bit astranged to everyone else, always reveling in the stories of the great blue thing travelers called "the sky" on their journies to gilden, but having never seen one, it made his placement... a bit of an upset. Every youth in gilden goes through a graduation test to determine their magic and apptitude towards certain jobs, yet markus was... strange, able to summon clouds, great buffets of wind, and even lightning in a place without sky, his test left him with practical exile: unplaceable. While most would be distraught at this, markus was not, as it simply meant he could leave the virtual hell hole he saw the city as and finally see the skies with his own eyes rather than just having to listen to second hand accounts.

Theme Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hf4IxNNiqbU
Name: Tartaros
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Mayhaps the iron halls of gilden which had sprung up a but more towards the center where there're higher numbers of metal veins? perhaps have it famous for it's pyromancers and smiths?
@supertinyking

Rules, cs skele, info for new peoples, CO-gmification, cocaine, blackjack, hookers.
@supertinyking@Wraithblade6

"that does seem agreeable, though not yet. our bull impregnated her so we're waiting on th-" he replies evenly before the calf just sort of poof into existence behind her, munches on some grass, and grows up fully. "well then, never mind. go ahead" he replies with a hearty laugh as he goes over to pet the cow while he gets a lead rope on it, leading it back to solaire before handing over the rope, saying evenly "i trust a brother of the clothe to keep his word" as he hands over the rope
@Wraithblade6@supertinyking

"if you had intended upon purchasing the cow then things would have been a seperate tale all together. While we do not give away donations unless in times of excess, we do sell them to those in need. Come, you two level headed brothers of the clothe may follow me inside" the man says with a friendly smile, leading the armored solaire and eclipse inside the fort, cattle of various forms grazing on the grass inside and being cared for by what look to be initiates, the rather blocky and angular features of a minecraftian cow being spottable in the background with a team of people being issued to milk her and haul endless lines of buckets to a tiny tent that doesn't look like it should house that much of anything at all. "what is going on here initiate mickael?" the man asks curiously, the initiate in black robes bowing his head to the palidan as he says "it's the cow, sir, she's not running out of milk."

"strange... well, gentlemen, it would appear as though this one is not for sale currently." the man replies evenly as he turns back to face the two men that had followed him.
@ShadowVentus

it took me a bit to think of something to say to the equivalent of four armies, a paladin, and a galactus being sent out in search of a cow >.>
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