Nizrindane
One Thousand Club
(The wait is at long last over. I will leave this open until all of the Champions positions have been filled. If I am missing anything, let me know, all right?)
Forty years ago, an unnamed legion of bandits led by a twisted war mongrel named Issun, re-emerged from countless years of hiding, declaring war on all of China. For 30 years, they would steal from town after town, and kill anyone who had nothing or would not give anything. However, a man with hair as white as the driven snow and eyes blue as the ocean taking a walk in an unnamed town approached the ruthless Issun as he was about to behead a elderly woman for stopping him from taking her only daughter she loved so dearly. The man grabbed the sword right from Issun's hand, looked him right in his eyes, and asked him to leave the people in peace. Issun simply laughed at the man and sent all of his men at once to make this man pay for getting in his way. Despite being vastly outnumbered, the man snapped his fingers, stopping them in their tracks and pushing them back with the bloodthirsty sounds of their screaming. Some of the men quickly fell back, but when Issun rushed in another sword in hand, they all went charged in like sailors to a tattoo parlor. The man threw at Issun's sword simply for Issun to catch it. The man simply put his hands on the ground. The ground beneath began to shake, rise and from beneath their feet rose a giant tree, snaring and constricting them all within its countless roots. All seemed well before Issun appeared behind the man with both swords at the poor man's man. That simply smiled as he disappeared from view and reappeared right next to the tree, pulling out a long staff with a raven eating a red orb. Issun laughed and charged in one more time, coming in for the finishing blow. However, the man simply uttered, "I am Vilemyr. Your rule, your will, and your life itself. Have been denied," before stepping out Issun's way, pushing him into the tree. Vilemyr watched Issun beg for mercy, but he shook his head before snapping his fingers, and the leaves danced off the tree and exploded like fireworks. The top of half fell down to the ground, and Issun fell to the ground burned and dead. Vilemyr walked over to Issun's corpse, taking the #1 headband from Issun's arm. That night, the townspeople held a feast as the bandits were gone due to Vilemyr's valor along with building him a huge temple outside of town. It is rumored that Vilemyr took on 9 other warriors, and formed a troupe known as the 10 Champions. Many warriors have challenged them for a chance at facing Vilemyr, but only a few get to see Vilemyr before he wipes the floor with them. Think you can take the 10 Champions?
All right! Now I have to lay down the ground rules:
No Godmoding (Nobody is unbeatable. Especially Vilemyr (i.e. Me) and nobody likes the guy who does this.)
Keep profanity in moderation (I'm not saying you can't curse, but don't have curse words galore.)
And all sites rules and regulations apply.
But most importantly, Have fun.
Character Skeleton:
Name:
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:
Gender:
Challenger or Champion:
Headband: (For Champions only. Pick a number from 2-10.)
Appearance/Clothing/Equipment:
Personality:
Abilities: (You can have up to four.)
Spells: (This only applies if you intend to be a magic user. And yes, I would like you to even list the spells you may or may not even plan to use for whatever reason.)
Weapon(s): (You can have up to two.)
Background: (One paragraph is sufficient enough.)
Other: (Anything else you want to fill us in on about your character.)
Here are my character(s):
Name: Vilemyr
Nickname: None
Age: 255
Gender: Male
Challenger or Champion: Champion
Headband: 1
Appearance: http://images.ados.fr/1/bd-manga/idea-factory/photo/hd/5307227530/2584563fda/idea-factory-350868-2-big.jpg
Personality: (Insert initial impression of demon here.) Vilemyr is a pretty nice guy whether he knows you or not. He actually loves being around humans and make someone feel right at home.
Abilities:
Spells:
Weapon(s): Sceptre with a raven swallowing a red orb. Five curved swords with black handles and three red gems on the blade.
Background: Little is known about Vilemyr's past. Most people don't even know he's demon. From what most know, he is supposedly a demon who has lived a long life. Some people say he is a low-life wanderer with good timing. But some people called him a hero after killing Issun and his gang of bandits. To sum it up, nobody knows much about him.
Other: (Anything else you want to fill us in on about your character.)
Forty years ago, an unnamed legion of bandits led by a twisted war mongrel named Issun, re-emerged from countless years of hiding, declaring war on all of China. For 30 years, they would steal from town after town, and kill anyone who had nothing or would not give anything. However, a man with hair as white as the driven snow and eyes blue as the ocean taking a walk in an unnamed town approached the ruthless Issun as he was about to behead a elderly woman for stopping him from taking her only daughter she loved so dearly. The man grabbed the sword right from Issun's hand, looked him right in his eyes, and asked him to leave the people in peace. Issun simply laughed at the man and sent all of his men at once to make this man pay for getting in his way. Despite being vastly outnumbered, the man snapped his fingers, stopping them in their tracks and pushing them back with the bloodthirsty sounds of their screaming. Some of the men quickly fell back, but when Issun rushed in another sword in hand, they all went charged in like sailors to a tattoo parlor. The man threw at Issun's sword simply for Issun to catch it. The man simply put his hands on the ground. The ground beneath began to shake, rise and from beneath their feet rose a giant tree, snaring and constricting them all within its countless roots. All seemed well before Issun appeared behind the man with both swords at the poor man's man. That simply smiled as he disappeared from view and reappeared right next to the tree, pulling out a long staff with a raven eating a red orb. Issun laughed and charged in one more time, coming in for the finishing blow. However, the man simply uttered, "I am Vilemyr. Your rule, your will, and your life itself. Have been denied," before stepping out Issun's way, pushing him into the tree. Vilemyr watched Issun beg for mercy, but he shook his head before snapping his fingers, and the leaves danced off the tree and exploded like fireworks. The top of half fell down to the ground, and Issun fell to the ground burned and dead. Vilemyr walked over to Issun's corpse, taking the #1 headband from Issun's arm. That night, the townspeople held a feast as the bandits were gone due to Vilemyr's valor along with building him a huge temple outside of town. It is rumored that Vilemyr took on 9 other warriors, and formed a troupe known as the 10 Champions. Many warriors have challenged them for a chance at facing Vilemyr, but only a few get to see Vilemyr before he wipes the floor with them. Think you can take the 10 Champions?
All right! Now I have to lay down the ground rules:
No Godmoding (Nobody is unbeatable. Especially Vilemyr (i.e. Me) and nobody likes the guy who does this.)
Keep profanity in moderation (I'm not saying you can't curse, but don't have curse words galore.)
And all sites rules and regulations apply.
But most importantly, Have fun.
Character Skeleton:
Name:
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:
Gender:
Challenger or Champion:
Headband: (For Champions only. Pick a number from 2-10.)
Appearance/Clothing/Equipment:
Personality:
Abilities: (You can have up to four.)
Spells: (This only applies if you intend to be a magic user. And yes, I would like you to even list the spells you may or may not even plan to use for whatever reason.)
Weapon(s): (You can have up to two.)
Background: (One paragraph is sufficient enough.)
Other: (Anything else you want to fill us in on about your character.)
Here are my character(s):
Name: Vilemyr
Nickname: None
Age: 255
Gender: Male
Challenger or Champion: Champion
Headband: 1
Appearance: http://images.ados.fr/1/bd-manga/idea-factory/photo/hd/5307227530/2584563fda/idea-factory-350868-2-big.jpg
Personality: (Insert initial impression of demon here.) Vilemyr is a pretty nice guy whether he knows you or not. He actually loves being around humans and make someone feel right at home.
Abilities:
- Enhanced Durability
- Enhanced Strength
- Enhanced Regeneration
- Expert Hand to Hand Combatant
- Great Magical Power
Spells:
- Flame Tooth: Drops a pillar of burning stone at one enemy.
- Flame Cage: Creates a cage of burning flames, trapping and burning anyone trapped inside in a 20 fit radius.
- Blazing Storm: Scorches all enemies with six flame tornadoes that come together, enormous one.
- Flames of the Ominous: Unleashes a storm of black flames.
- Agonizing Embrace: Vilemyr embraces his target before engulfing them in a huge magical blast.
- Demonic Visage: Vilemyr assumes his true demonic form.
- Black Rondo: Shoots multiple blasts of dark energy.
- Black Whiplash: Unleashes multiple whips of dark energy.
- Black Sky: Sends an orb of dark energy that explodes in the sky, unleashing many bolts of dark energy.
Weapon(s): Sceptre with a raven swallowing a red orb. Five curved swords with black handles and three red gems on the blade.
Background: Little is known about Vilemyr's past. Most people don't even know he's demon. From what most know, he is supposedly a demon who has lived a long life. Some people say he is a low-life wanderer with good timing. But some people called him a hero after killing Issun and his gang of bandits. To sum it up, nobody knows much about him.
Other: (Anything else you want to fill us in on about your character.)
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