Play On Words
Musical Goddess
That's not NICE.Cosmo said:
Plus, power-playing and God-modding. Against da rules.
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Fantasy The War
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Plus, power-playing and God-modding. Against da rules.
Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
@Play On Words Hey, if he puts himself in a position where he is unable to resist and so Arkos would be able to do the move (which takes time and for the foe to be unable to move) then he backed himself into a corner and surrendered control.
So, in essence, if you put your character at the mercy of the other, don't act surprised if they don't spare them. (
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So, in essence, if you put your character at the mercy of the other, don't act surprised if they don't spare them. (
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Play On Words
Musical Goddess
I have no intention of putting my characters at the mercy of anyone, nor does Graecus. We aren't stupid... Most of the time.Cosmo said:@Play On Words Hey, if he puts himself in a position where he is unable to resist and so Arkos would be able to do the move (which takes time and for the foe to be unable to move) then he backed himself into a corner and surrendered control.
So, in essence, if you put your character at the mercy of the other, don't act surprised if they don't spare them. (
Graecus Scum
Senior Member
[QUOTE="Play On Words]I have no intention of putting my characters at the mercy of anyone, nor does Graecus. We aren't stupid... Most of the time.
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Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
@Play On Words Then don't worry about it.
Power-Playing implies the power has no weakness and can't be beaten. Which is outright false. The power has more limitations then would make it even viable in combat. It would be a post-combat move.
God-modding means I took control of their character. Which is false.
Don't accuse people of such things without first thinking about it.
Power-Playing implies the power has no weakness and can't be beaten. Which is outright false. The power has more limitations then would make it even viable in combat. It would be a post-combat move.
God-modding means I took control of their character. Which is false.
Don't accuse people of such things without first thinking about it.
Play On Words
Musical Goddess
[QUOTE="Graecus Scum]Play...
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I said most of the time.
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I said most of the time.
Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
PH hey is this runnin g again?
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
Yup! Gonna join my kingdom again? c:Airagog said:
Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
Considering Cosmo stole the entire basis for Aermik, no.xEmoBunnehx said:
Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
Seriously, stealing an entire character idea? Beyond not cool.
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
Hehe x3 Well I allow two champions per kingdom so.Airagog said:
Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
Fuck no I was blatantly plagarized. Fuck this Im not joining.xEmoBunnehx said:
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
Actually no you were not. Arkos and Aermik are two VERY different people. Arkos is a warrior with his own army, has severed Bellatrix far longer, knows her personally(and her late husband), and he's the champion. Aermik was a servant who had free will, had not served Bellatrix very long, did not know her personally, left when he wasn't loved, and is far younger. They are also two different races with two very different histories.Airagog said:
They are alike in the fact they both love her, but that's basically it. So before you call someone a plagiarist, do more research c:
Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
You stole the entire basis of aermik.xEmoBunnehx said:
-warrior who is deathless
-serves Bellatrix
-constantly seeks to die
-gladly takes the title of pet and champion.
Can't believe you stole my character idea :/ . Wow that hurts.
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
No. Aermik was never the champion. In that RP is was Uhtred. Aermik, again, was a servant. It was his job to serve her. Aermik, had free will, THUS he could leave and was not bound to her ask Arkos is. Aermik wished to die for his Queen, Arkos simply wishes to die. Arkos is NOT by any means a pet. He is her champion. Two VERY and HIGHLY different things. If need be I will go fetch your CS for Aermik an compare it to Arkos should this argument over this persist. Calling someone who is clearly NOT plagiarizing is rather serious and I will not stand for it.Airagog said:
Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
@Airagog Few things:
1. I have never seen the RP before this one. I know it was a remake, but I have never seen the original and was invited here by Bunneh.
2. I have, literally, zero fucking clue as to who you even are.
3. If you had a problem, you should have came to me so we could have discussed it instead of throwing a temper tantrum in the OOC. You are not a child, grow up and get over it.
4. At the very least link the bloody character so it can be examined instead of nitpicking it.
1. I have never seen the RP before this one. I know it was a remake, but I have never seen the original and was invited here by Bunneh.
2. I have, literally, zero fucking clue as to who you even are.
3. If you had a problem, you should have came to me so we could have discussed it instead of throwing a temper tantrum in the OOC. You are not a child, grow up and get over it.
4. At the very least link the bloody character so it can be examined instead of nitpicking it.
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
To help settle this nonsense, here is the CS for Aermik.
Name: Aermik "The Undying"
Age: 26
Gender: male
Appearance:
Species: Human
Powers:
Healing/Regeneration: Aermik has but one power, the power of regeneration. In his near death, his powers have only grown more accute, allowing him to survive attacks a normal human would not be able to. His speed, strength, and reflexes may not be as strong as an inhuman opponent's, but through sheer will and determination, he has been able to persevere until he succeeds, firmly establishing himself as a reliable force.
Personalty: Aermik is frequently cold and detached from the other kingdoms, blaming his own allies for his near death experience. However to his queen he has shown absolute fealty and to her subjects he has shown compassion.
Bio
Optional) originally a mercenary who was known to be able to heal himself, Aermik made a name running protection missions and occasionally fighting in large battles. However, during one mission his company was ordered to kill innocent civilians due to them belonging to the dark kingdom. Aermik, unable to pull his blade on them, instead turned against his company, fighting to buy time to allow the civilians to escape. He was quickly beaten and left for dead, unable to heal fast enough to stop the bleeding, when none other than Queen Bellatrix arrived. For reasons unknown she recovered the mercenary in exchange for his promise to become her pet. He agreed, and was brought back from the verge of death, his ability amplified and his will now as strong as iron.
Extra infoOptional) Due to his regenerative abilities, his body can take large amounts of punishment, and even has been experimented on or altered to help suit his mission.
Theme song:
Age: 26
Gender: male
Appearance:
Species: Human
Powers:
Healing/Regeneration: Aermik has but one power, the power of regeneration. In his near death, his powers have only grown more accute, allowing him to survive attacks a normal human would not be able to. His speed, strength, and reflexes may not be as strong as an inhuman opponent's, but through sheer will and determination, he has been able to persevere until he succeeds, firmly establishing himself as a reliable force.
Personalty: Aermik is frequently cold and detached from the other kingdoms, blaming his own allies for his near death experience. However to his queen he has shown absolute fealty and to her subjects he has shown compassion.
Bio
Optional) originally a mercenary who was known to be able to heal himself, Aermik made a name running protection missions and occasionally fighting in large battles. However, during one mission his company was ordered to kill innocent civilians due to them belonging to the dark kingdom. Aermik, unable to pull his blade on them, instead turned against his company, fighting to buy time to allow the civilians to escape. He was quickly beaten and left for dead, unable to heal fast enough to stop the bleeding, when none other than Queen Bellatrix arrived. For reasons unknown she recovered the mercenary in exchange for his promise to become her pet. He agreed, and was brought back from the verge of death, his ability amplified and his will now as strong as iron.Extra info
Optional) Due to his regenerative abilities, his body can take large amounts of punishment, and even has been experimented on or altered to help suit his mission.Theme song:
Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
@Airagog Oh, look your CS, I am going to do a side by side comparison because this is something that has never happened to me before. Never has someone claimed I have plagiarized their work, and I find it both hilarious and incredibly insulting, especially when you didn't bother to tag me and instead yelled at someone else.
So, let us examine this, shall we?
The Basics:
So, lets see here:
Aermik is human and is 26.
Arkos is a Wight (Used to be a Dark Elf as he was well over one-hundred when Bella came around) and is, well, over 50 times his age.
They are both male!!!!! Oh.. wait... no... because Arkos doesn't have a gender anymore, just goes by Male pronouns.
Wait! I got one! Both their names start with A!!! Good place to start as any, I suppose. (What in the world happened to his last name? Probably find out in the short history).
Powers:
Okay, lets see here:
He can... regenerate... Mkay.
One of Arkos' power is more of a state of being, being undead. A death howl, a series of techniques designed to be used against magic and essence drain... No similarities here.
"But they are both deathless!"
No, they aren't. Arkos can be slain by the removal of his head, "But Cosmo, why his head?" Because he doesn't have any organs. Cutting his head severs the link between himself and Bella thus, killing him. He can be brought back to life by her (Because, you know, he is undead and she is a necromancer.), but if his parts are kept away or she dissolved the bond, he is just dead.
Arkos is not 'Undying', he is outright dead.
Personality!
Cold and detached, well, they are similar in that regard as Arkos is Aloof. Although their reason for doing it is vastly different, your 'undying' fellow is it because he blames his allies. Arkos because he is really bloody old and prefers the solitude because it is a self-inflicted banishment, so loathing vs self-loathing. But I can see why that may have confused you.
Moving on, Shows compassion to her subjects? Okay. Arkos doesn't do that. He is polite and honorable, but not compassionate given he uses other people in an attempt to do suicide and then tends to murders them, so, cares more about himself then he does random strangers.
Devoted to the Queen!... but not quite. Arkos doesn't have a choice but to obey, because he is UNDEAD. Bound to her service as she is a NECROMANCER. Your undying fellow has free will, Arkos does not. Kind of a big issue there.
I would talk about personality more but... not much more to write on...Wished you would have fleshed that out more, been able to get a better picture, but whatever.
Not seeing a similarity here...
Bio:
Okay, dude, I can fit three of your bios in the first part (of six) of my bio... This... this isn't going to end well for your claim...
Aemrik - Mercenary -> Turned against his own company to save some peasants -> Was beaten, left for dead, saved by the Queen. -> Became a pet
Arkos - Second Son to a noble family already in the Dark Kingdom. -> Became best friends with the Heir of the Dark Kingdom who would later become king and served alongside him in the Mage Civil Wars in which he fought against Bellatrix. -> Was there when she married her love and then stood by and let his best friend and her husband die. Joined in a war against the Queen and led the forces against her. -> Eventually came into a duel against the Queen, wanting to die, he gave up the match and let her strike him down, but she hated him so much she didn't let him stay dead bringing him back as the first Wight to serve as her Champion as punishment for what he did.
.... But, if that was Tl;dr, check this out:
Your Bio:
originally a mercenary who was known to be able to heal himself, Aermik made a name running protection missions and occasionally fighting in large battles. However, during one mission his company was ordered to kill innocent civilians due to them belonging to the dark kingdom. Aermik, unable to pull his blade on them, instead turned against his company, fighting to buy time to allow the civilians to escape. He was quickly beaten and left for dead, unable to heal fast enough to stop the bleeding, when none other than Queen Bellatrix arrived. For reasons unknown she recovered the mercenary in exchange for his promise to become her pet. He agreed, and was brought back from the verge of death, his ability amplified and his will now as strong as iron.
My Bio:
Arkos was the second son, and third child, of Dorant and Zarra Killrax, and as such, was not in line for inheritance. He was a spare, something to have around only should something foul befall his older brother. His life consisted of 'Just In Case'. His training, his education, his care... all 'Just In Case'. This treatment, this keeping him in the background encase they needed the spare continued until his fourteenth birthday when the king decided he could make use of their service. The Killrax family had long served the crown as faithful lords, knights and, at times, advisers, but the king did not want any of those, he wanted a boy to stand with his son and heir, Dimitri. Someone to grow and fight alongside him, to create a bond that would help Dimitri grow as a boy and into a man without merely being a spoiled royal heir. A friend to keep him grounded, a brother in arms to be the sibling they never had.
Faced with the king's desire, the Dorant Killrax had no choice but to oblige, but this is what the spare was for, the second son. Arkos had his things packed within a fortnight and was all but tossed out of his family home with nothing more then an 'obey the King and Queen, befriend the prince... Do not fail the family,' and sent on his way. When Arkos arrived at the palace, he was... lost. It was so large, and there was so much attention being thrown at him, something he had never experienced before. But it all settled down when he met the Crown Prince, when he met Dimitri. They clicked instantly and on a deep level, they bonded over their mutual hatred of onions and tomatoes. While Arkos was a few years older, it was Dimitri who was the leader. Even as a young boy, Dimitri was a born leader, Arkos his faithful supporter and brother.
They played together, they fought together, they learned together... in many ways, Dimitri was Arkos' real brother and they would often lay awake, late at night, Dimitri having crept into his room to talk about the future. What they would do when Dimitri became king. All the things they would change, Arkos would be his adviser, his commander... they would rule the kingdom together, brothers not by blood but something stronger, love. It was one of the happiest times of his life... and then she came, Bellatrix.
She was... beautiful beyond words. Arkos knew the second he laid eyes on her, the young mage, that she was everything he never knew he wanted. But he had no idea what to say to her. He... wasn't the smoothest with women as that was Dimitri. Arkos was strong, the fighter, he was not the leader nor the lover. He would find small excuses to visit the mage, pointless little trips just to see her, just to have small, meaningless conversation. He knew then, as he does now, that she was barely aware of his existence. Just the friend of the king. But he had hope that, someday, she would look upon him as he did her, but that all came crashing down when the king was murdered by magic. Arkos can still remember laying his hand on his sobbing shoulders as they stood before the King's mangled corpse, the corpse of Dimitri's father and the man who had become more of a father to him then his own. Arkos could feel it, deep in his bones, at that moment in time that something had broken in the world, something had shattered and it would never be the same agian.
Dimitri was enraged, magic, magic was at fault. It was magic that caused this. The world would be better off without magic. The, relatively, young Dimitri found himself leading an entire nation, and Arkos could do nothing but watch as Dimitri rose to meet this new challenge just as he always did... but a part of him died the day his father did. He introduced new, harsh, laws against magic, against Arkos' advice, and soon it lead to a clash against the beautiful, outspoken Bellatrix. The same fiery, passionate traits that he had loved about her were the same spark that set off Dimitri... that split the country, the started the civil war between the Crown Loyalist and the Mage Supporters. In that moment, when she stormed out, when Dimitri called for his war council, Arkos knew that things had changed. He could not go back to that night where they lay together wondering about the future and all the wonder it held... the grim reality of the world had set in and he could do nothing but watch as his world was consumed by fire.
The war was bloody, families were torn apart as brother fought brother. It was not a war fought on the battlefields, but in the homes of the citizens, in the streets and alleys of their homes... It was a war that tore them apart and Arkos hated it. He did not trust magic, he didn't use it and so didn't understand it, but they were still people, still their people, and while Dimitri was a great ruler, better then they have had for centuries, bringing the nation, despite the harsh war, into a new golden era... his hatred of magic bordered into obsession. Dimitri and Arkos eventually developed a serious of techniques and a fighting style designed just to combat magic users... something Arkos justified ot himself by saying it would keep Dimitri alive, but every protest he made fell on deaf ears. Dimitri was lost to his anger, lost to his obsession... They had taken his father, and he wasn't going to stop until he took everything from them, or, well, so Arkos thought...
Bellatrix was the leader of the Mages, and Arkos did everything in his power to avoid meeting her on the battlefield, he didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to see her die... but she proved to be a capable commander, capable enough to force Dimitri and Arkos to work for each victory, but... Arkos noticed a slight change in Dimitri. Something he had not seen in a long time, he was happy. His anger and obsession against the mages seemed to lessen with each passing week, but so did his unexplained absences. One night, after Dimitri had evaded his questions, Arkos followed him... and saw why. He was embracing Bellatrix under the shade of a large willow. If he was someone else, if he were anyone else, he would have thought it poetic. That love bloomed even in the midst of war, that this love, this pure feeling, had triumphed over the hate and was going to heal the wounds of the kingdom, bring it into a new age of enlightenment...
But for Arkos, all he felt was the shatter of his heart. Pieces he could never pick up. He had loved her for so long, watched her from afar, but he was a fool. How could he compare to Dimitri? Dimitri was perfect. He was handsome, intelligent, strong, a great leader... and a king. Arkos? He was strong.. and that was it. He was a spare,.. an unwanted second son who was only prominent because he made the right friend. He was the 'great' and honorable Arkos, the warrior Arkos... But he was just Arkos while Dimitri... Dimitri was everything.
Arkos fled the scene that day, unable to watch what was happening. Unable to bear watching them embrace and knowing she would be happier with him then she would ever be with a spare. When Dimitri came to him, weeks later, with the news of the cease fire, Arkos smiled at his friend, and clapped his shoulder, glad to hear it and force himself to ask what the reason for the change was, he pretended to be happy to here about Bellatrix, happy to hear how they were getting married... he pretended with everything he had.... Smiled a false grin with everything he had until he could no longer feel the pain.
Arlos smiled at their wedding, standing as best man to the King, he smiled as he watched his brother marry the woman he loved.... he smiled, but deep inside, the seed grew. The seed of jealousy, of envy... of hatred.
Arkos watched them, wishing he could be happy for them. Wishing the sight of their small smiles to each other, their eyes filled with promise for the coming night didn't tear his heart out, didn't squeeze his soul. He wanted to be able to look his brother in the eye, but he couldn't for fear of the lurking resentment would show. Arkos hated himself just as much as he was growing to hate and envy Dimitri because he knew it wasn't right. If he was a better man, he would be able to look away, he would have asked Dimitri to have a border position until the feelings left, but he didn't... he couldn't.
While the kingdom was at peace, not everyone wanted peace. Many loyalist and mage supporters still wanted war, still wanted to settle old debts, but the king was in the way of that. In the way of 'progress' with his new wife. So they hatched a plan, a plan to remove the king and restart the civil war, and this time, it would be seen to its conclusion. Several failed attempts were launched at the Queen, most of which were thwarted by Arkos, and so she couldn't be used as a weapon against the one she loved, Bellatrix became a lich. She sacrificed her humanity for love, and Arkos hated Dimitri for it.
Unable to put down the Queen, they went for the King. Arkos was on patrol that night, he was just a room away, he saw the figures enter his chambers, saw the glint of steel. He could have stopped them. He could have easily made it in time, cut them down and saved his brother's life... but he didn't. He stopped... and he waited as his treacherous, blackened little heart whispered into his ear that... maybe, just maybe, with Dimitri gone, she could love him. Maybe he could make her happy and finally he could have her arms, and so he watched. He listened as Dimitri struggled against them, as he cried for help... as he cried for Arkos... He can remember the banging, the way his voice sounded when it was clogged with blood and... he wasn't sure when he started running towards his brother, when he finally came to his senses, but it was too late. The chamber was covered in his blood, the mutilated body of Dimitri laying at the center. Arkos ran to him, tossed his helm aside, and held him as he bleed out... watched the light in Dimitri's eyes as he looked up at him, the glint in his eyes telling Arkos he knew... Knew he had stood by and let him die, the question in his eyes the last thing he saw about his brother before he died there in his arms.
Arkos isn't aware of when the tears came or when he started screaming in anguish for what he had let happen, for what he had done. He only stopped when she arrived, when Bellatrix arrived to see her lover and husband dead in the arms of the man who claimed to be his brother, holding the bloody dagger and covered in his blood. Unable to bear the look in her eyes, the pain and anguish that rivaled his own reflected back at him, Arkos fled and so brought upon his ruination.
His guilt was clear. He was on patrol that evening, he was within earshot and could have prevented it, but had not. Arkos was holding his body and had the weapon that killed Dimitri, and before anyone could question or apprehend him, he had fled the scene of the crime. It didn't take long for news of his actions to spread like wildfire, for his family to disown him, for the honorable Arkos to be known, over night, as the Great Betrayer. The man who ended the golden era, who brought darkness back to their realm. Left without anything to do, Arkos joined the 'Loyalist' faction, who opposed Queen Bellatrix and the mage users.... Without purpose or sense, Arkos did the only thing he knew how, he fought, and somehow, figured fighting for what Dimitri used to believe in, the destruction of magic, would somehow atone for what he had done. But there was no atoning for that, some sins are too deep, too dark to ever wash away.
The civil war was far bloody then the last. Bellatrix, now the sole ruler, had become harsh and cruel from Arkos' betrayal and the loss of her lover. Arkos, a shell of what he once was, was nothing more then a figurehead and sledgehammer for the nobles leading the 'Loyalist' faction. After nearly a decade of intense fighting and war, their final clash happened at the fields of Draknell.
It was early morning, the mist still rolling in when the two forces clashed. The warriors of the loyalist pushing through the center of the Mages, the flanks of the loyalist being overrun by the newly raised dead from the new 'Lich Queen'. Blood, screams... it was a battle of nightmares, a battle of broken souls fighting over what scraps remained. The once lush meadows had blood running in rivers and in some areas, the bodies were piled as high as the waist as the remaining warriors of both sides waded through fields of the dead to od battle with brothers and sisters and here, among the dying, rivers of blood and screams, Arkos came face to face with Bellatrix.
She was so beautiful, even covered in blood, her face contorted in equal parts rage and anguish. To her questions of why, Arkos could only say he was sorry for what happened. For the first time in years, Arkos felt alive. She may hate him, she may loath him, but he still loved her and despite what she was becoming, just seeing her brought warmth into his chest... and they clashed. The fight was long, bloody and intense as rage met love, loss met regret... and two sorrowful souls that had lost someone they dearly loved fought with what remained of them.
Arkos can still remember the moment it happened, she swung her blade at him, and he could have dodged it, prolonged the fight, they were both exhausted from the battle and their struggle, maybe... just maybe he could have beaten her as she was lost into a rage, but he didn't, his sword lowered a fraction of an inch, accepting death. Accepting his punishment at her hands. As the blade bit deep, spilling his warm blood over her hands and the soiled ground underneath, Arkos felt.... content for the first time in a long time. It was a fitting death for a mongrel like him, dying at the hands of the woman he loved. As he tumbled down to the cold earth, his eyes closing, he wished that... she would find happiness again and recover from what he had done to her... and to his brother.
But it was not to be. Mere moments after his eyes glazed over, he arose again. He had been arrogant. He assumed death was a punishment, but it had been a release. A release he had chased like a crazed dog. As his flesh dissolved, as his metallic voice screamed into the area as his skeletal hands came to his empty eye sockets that were alight with a blue fire, he understood, his punishment had only just begun. Born from potent magic fueled by rage, Arkos was reborn as the world's first Wight.
But becoming a wight was only the beginning. As a wight, he was unable to disobey Bellatrix, and so was compelled to do as she commanded... whenever she commanded. He got to watch the horrified look on people's faces at his passing, the whispering behind his back... He was just as monstrous on the outside as he had been on the inside. He became her tool, her pet, her dog of war. Her champion, her bodyguard and her executioner. He served her in all things. He had taken her love, and so, she took his everything as payment.
But that was not the worst of it. No, the worst was seeing what he had done to her. Bellatrix... his Bellatrix was gone. She was replaced with a cold, hate filled dictator who ruled her kingdom with an iron fist crushing those, or often sending him to do it, that dared speak out against her or her laws. The days of Dimitri were long gone, the era of the Lich Queen had begun... and every nearby nation trembled for her wroth was wicked and her reach was great. It became apparent, over the centuries, that while she hated him with all her being, she also.. needed him. He was a reminder of a better time, the last tie she had to Dimitri even as tainted as he was. He wasn't sure if it was Dimitri she sitll loved or the idea of Dimitri and what they once had that kept her warm at night. It was the knowledge that he had done this to her... that he had broken her so, the very person he had loved so dearly, had wanted enough to betray his own brother that was the greatest punishment of all. That was the knife to his heart, the final due he could never atone for.
As the centuries turned to a millineium... Arkos finally started to see her again. The Bellatrix he had destroyed start to resurface. It wasn't... well, it wasn't perfect, it wasn't the beautiful young mage from his memory, but she was far closer then the monstrous lich queen had been.It seemed time truly was starting to heal her wounds, but she would never let him go, never let him rest. It had grown beyond hate, he was the only person she had, and he knew it. He was all she could trust, the only reminder she had for her old self, for a better time, the idea of Dimitri, in some way, was still kept alive so long as he still existed. And while he wanted to help her, he was now nothing more then a crutch, he was chains holding her to the past, and she would never be free, never be able to be truly happy again so long as he remained.
But also... he was tired. Bone weary of existing, of being a pet attack dog, of scratching out a wrteched existence within the Dark Kingdom, the 'Wight King' he was mockingly known, the fool that thought he could best the Lich Queen. But he couldn't just die. He was unable to end his own life or willingly do something that would bring it to an end, Bellatrix would not allow him to leave her even if she would never admit it. So, he started to single out mighty foes on the fields of battle, challenging them to single combat in the hope that they could slay him... but no matter whom he fought, no matter how many duels he entered, he won each and every single one. A mockery to his desperate pleas for his vigil to end. To finally sleep. With each kill, his personal unit, the Lords of the Barrow, grew. A mockery of his efforts to end his life as he was forced to lead into battle the very same men and women he had used to try and kill himself.
But it is the only way he knows how to end his life as she... she will never let him go and he would never endanger her, not again. She had suffered enough at his hands, and compulsion or not, he would protect her from what pain he could... and so he circles the battlefields on his manticore, looking for great warriors to fight, hoping against hope that, finally, finally he will find the soul that is destined to defeat him, destined to kill him. And so, Arkos throws himself into battle, fighting to win but hoping to die.
One of these things is not like the other.... one of these things is not like the other one.... Can you tell me which is not like the other?
Mmmm, I bet you can. ( )
But, I will be straight with you, do you know why I didn't copy you? Not only because I have integrity and wouldn't copy your character when I consider your character to be a fairly average written character full of 'Meh'?
Because I don't need to. I put a lot of time, effort and thought into my characters as you can see with my other two characters in this RP and the kingdom I made for it.
Now, I hope this matter is settled.
So, let us examine this, shall we?
The Basics:
So, lets see here:
Aermik is human and is 26.
Arkos is a Wight (Used to be a Dark Elf as he was well over one-hundred when Bella came around) and is, well, over 50 times his age.
They are both male!!!!! Oh.. wait... no... because Arkos doesn't have a gender anymore, just goes by Male pronouns.
Wait! I got one! Both their names start with A!!! Good place to start as any, I suppose. (What in the world happened to his last name? Probably find out in the short history).
Powers:
Okay, lets see here:
He can... regenerate... Mkay.
One of Arkos' power is more of a state of being, being undead. A death howl, a series of techniques designed to be used against magic and essence drain... No similarities here.
"But they are both deathless!"
No, they aren't. Arkos can be slain by the removal of his head, "But Cosmo, why his head?" Because he doesn't have any organs. Cutting his head severs the link between himself and Bella thus, killing him. He can be brought back to life by her (Because, you know, he is undead and she is a necromancer.), but if his parts are kept away or she dissolved the bond, he is just dead.
Arkos is not 'Undying', he is outright dead.
Personality!
Cold and detached, well, they are similar in that regard as Arkos is Aloof. Although their reason for doing it is vastly different, your 'undying' fellow is it because he blames his allies. Arkos because he is really bloody old and prefers the solitude because it is a self-inflicted banishment, so loathing vs self-loathing. But I can see why that may have confused you.
Moving on, Shows compassion to her subjects? Okay. Arkos doesn't do that. He is polite and honorable, but not compassionate given he uses other people in an attempt to do suicide and then tends to murders them, so, cares more about himself then he does random strangers.
Devoted to the Queen!... but not quite. Arkos doesn't have a choice but to obey, because he is UNDEAD. Bound to her service as she is a NECROMANCER. Your undying fellow has free will, Arkos does not. Kind of a big issue there.
I would talk about personality more but... not much more to write on...Wished you would have fleshed that out more, been able to get a better picture, but whatever.
Not seeing a similarity here...
Bio:
Okay, dude, I can fit three of your bios in the first part (of six) of my bio... This... this isn't going to end well for your claim...
Aemrik - Mercenary -> Turned against his own company to save some peasants -> Was beaten, left for dead, saved by the Queen. -> Became a pet
Arkos - Second Son to a noble family already in the Dark Kingdom. -> Became best friends with the Heir of the Dark Kingdom who would later become king and served alongside him in the Mage Civil Wars in which he fought against Bellatrix. -> Was there when she married her love and then stood by and let his best friend and her husband die. Joined in a war against the Queen and led the forces against her. -> Eventually came into a duel against the Queen, wanting to die, he gave up the match and let her strike him down, but she hated him so much she didn't let him stay dead bringing him back as the first Wight to serve as her Champion as punishment for what he did.
.... But, if that was Tl;dr, check this out:
Your Bio:
originally a mercenary who was known to be able to heal himself, Aermik made a name running protection missions and occasionally fighting in large battles. However, during one mission his company was ordered to kill innocent civilians due to them belonging to the dark kingdom. Aermik, unable to pull his blade on them, instead turned against his company, fighting to buy time to allow the civilians to escape. He was quickly beaten and left for dead, unable to heal fast enough to stop the bleeding, when none other than Queen Bellatrix arrived. For reasons unknown she recovered the mercenary in exchange for his promise to become her pet. He agreed, and was brought back from the verge of death, his ability amplified and his will now as strong as iron.
My Bio:
Arkos was the second son, and third child, of Dorant and Zarra Killrax, and as such, was not in line for inheritance. He was a spare, something to have around only should something foul befall his older brother. His life consisted of 'Just In Case'. His training, his education, his care... all 'Just In Case'. This treatment, this keeping him in the background encase they needed the spare continued until his fourteenth birthday when the king decided he could make use of their service. The Killrax family had long served the crown as faithful lords, knights and, at times, advisers, but the king did not want any of those, he wanted a boy to stand with his son and heir, Dimitri. Someone to grow and fight alongside him, to create a bond that would help Dimitri grow as a boy and into a man without merely being a spoiled royal heir. A friend to keep him grounded, a brother in arms to be the sibling they never had.
Faced with the king's desire, the Dorant Killrax had no choice but to oblige, but this is what the spare was for, the second son. Arkos had his things packed within a fortnight and was all but tossed out of his family home with nothing more then an 'obey the King and Queen, befriend the prince... Do not fail the family,' and sent on his way. When Arkos arrived at the palace, he was... lost. It was so large, and there was so much attention being thrown at him, something he had never experienced before. But it all settled down when he met the Crown Prince, when he met Dimitri. They clicked instantly and on a deep level, they bonded over their mutual hatred of onions and tomatoes. While Arkos was a few years older, it was Dimitri who was the leader. Even as a young boy, Dimitri was a born leader, Arkos his faithful supporter and brother.
They played together, they fought together, they learned together... in many ways, Dimitri was Arkos' real brother and they would often lay awake, late at night, Dimitri having crept into his room to talk about the future. What they would do when Dimitri became king. All the things they would change, Arkos would be his adviser, his commander... they would rule the kingdom together, brothers not by blood but something stronger, love. It was one of the happiest times of his life... and then she came, Bellatrix.
She was... beautiful beyond words. Arkos knew the second he laid eyes on her, the young mage, that she was everything he never knew he wanted. But he had no idea what to say to her. He... wasn't the smoothest with women as that was Dimitri. Arkos was strong, the fighter, he was not the leader nor the lover. He would find small excuses to visit the mage, pointless little trips just to see her, just to have small, meaningless conversation. He knew then, as he does now, that she was barely aware of his existence. Just the friend of the king. But he had hope that, someday, she would look upon him as he did her, but that all came crashing down when the king was murdered by magic. Arkos can still remember laying his hand on his sobbing shoulders as they stood before the King's mangled corpse, the corpse of Dimitri's father and the man who had become more of a father to him then his own. Arkos could feel it, deep in his bones, at that moment in time that something had broken in the world, something had shattered and it would never be the same agian.
Dimitri was enraged, magic, magic was at fault. It was magic that caused this. The world would be better off without magic. The, relatively, young Dimitri found himself leading an entire nation, and Arkos could do nothing but watch as Dimitri rose to meet this new challenge just as he always did... but a part of him died the day his father did. He introduced new, harsh, laws against magic, against Arkos' advice, and soon it lead to a clash against the beautiful, outspoken Bellatrix. The same fiery, passionate traits that he had loved about her were the same spark that set off Dimitri... that split the country, the started the civil war between the Crown Loyalist and the Mage Supporters. In that moment, when she stormed out, when Dimitri called for his war council, Arkos knew that things had changed. He could not go back to that night where they lay together wondering about the future and all the wonder it held... the grim reality of the world had set in and he could do nothing but watch as his world was consumed by fire.
The war was bloody, families were torn apart as brother fought brother. It was not a war fought on the battlefields, but in the homes of the citizens, in the streets and alleys of their homes... It was a war that tore them apart and Arkos hated it. He did not trust magic, he didn't use it and so didn't understand it, but they were still people, still their people, and while Dimitri was a great ruler, better then they have had for centuries, bringing the nation, despite the harsh war, into a new golden era... his hatred of magic bordered into obsession. Dimitri and Arkos eventually developed a serious of techniques and a fighting style designed just to combat magic users... something Arkos justified ot himself by saying it would keep Dimitri alive, but every protest he made fell on deaf ears. Dimitri was lost to his anger, lost to his obsession... They had taken his father, and he wasn't going to stop until he took everything from them, or, well, so Arkos thought...
Bellatrix was the leader of the Mages, and Arkos did everything in his power to avoid meeting her on the battlefield, he didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to see her die... but she proved to be a capable commander, capable enough to force Dimitri and Arkos to work for each victory, but... Arkos noticed a slight change in Dimitri. Something he had not seen in a long time, he was happy. His anger and obsession against the mages seemed to lessen with each passing week, but so did his unexplained absences. One night, after Dimitri had evaded his questions, Arkos followed him... and saw why. He was embracing Bellatrix under the shade of a large willow. If he was someone else, if he were anyone else, he would have thought it poetic. That love bloomed even in the midst of war, that this love, this pure feeling, had triumphed over the hate and was going to heal the wounds of the kingdom, bring it into a new age of enlightenment...
But for Arkos, all he felt was the shatter of his heart. Pieces he could never pick up. He had loved her for so long, watched her from afar, but he was a fool. How could he compare to Dimitri? Dimitri was perfect. He was handsome, intelligent, strong, a great leader... and a king. Arkos? He was strong.. and that was it. He was a spare,.. an unwanted second son who was only prominent because he made the right friend. He was the 'great' and honorable Arkos, the warrior Arkos... But he was just Arkos while Dimitri... Dimitri was everything.
Arkos fled the scene that day, unable to watch what was happening. Unable to bear watching them embrace and knowing she would be happier with him then she would ever be with a spare. When Dimitri came to him, weeks later, with the news of the cease fire, Arkos smiled at his friend, and clapped his shoulder, glad to hear it and force himself to ask what the reason for the change was, he pretended to be happy to here about Bellatrix, happy to hear how they were getting married... he pretended with everything he had.... Smiled a false grin with everything he had until he could no longer feel the pain.
Arlos smiled at their wedding, standing as best man to the King, he smiled as he watched his brother marry the woman he loved.... he smiled, but deep inside, the seed grew. The seed of jealousy, of envy... of hatred.
Arkos watched them, wishing he could be happy for them. Wishing the sight of their small smiles to each other, their eyes filled with promise for the coming night didn't tear his heart out, didn't squeeze his soul. He wanted to be able to look his brother in the eye, but he couldn't for fear of the lurking resentment would show. Arkos hated himself just as much as he was growing to hate and envy Dimitri because he knew it wasn't right. If he was a better man, he would be able to look away, he would have asked Dimitri to have a border position until the feelings left, but he didn't... he couldn't.
While the kingdom was at peace, not everyone wanted peace. Many loyalist and mage supporters still wanted war, still wanted to settle old debts, but the king was in the way of that. In the way of 'progress' with his new wife. So they hatched a plan, a plan to remove the king and restart the civil war, and this time, it would be seen to its conclusion. Several failed attempts were launched at the Queen, most of which were thwarted by Arkos, and so she couldn't be used as a weapon against the one she loved, Bellatrix became a lich. She sacrificed her humanity for love, and Arkos hated Dimitri for it.
Unable to put down the Queen, they went for the King. Arkos was on patrol that night, he was just a room away, he saw the figures enter his chambers, saw the glint of steel. He could have stopped them. He could have easily made it in time, cut them down and saved his brother's life... but he didn't. He stopped... and he waited as his treacherous, blackened little heart whispered into his ear that... maybe, just maybe, with Dimitri gone, she could love him. Maybe he could make her happy and finally he could have her arms, and so he watched. He listened as Dimitri struggled against them, as he cried for help... as he cried for Arkos... He can remember the banging, the way his voice sounded when it was clogged with blood and... he wasn't sure when he started running towards his brother, when he finally came to his senses, but it was too late. The chamber was covered in his blood, the mutilated body of Dimitri laying at the center. Arkos ran to him, tossed his helm aside, and held him as he bleed out... watched the light in Dimitri's eyes as he looked up at him, the glint in his eyes telling Arkos he knew... Knew he had stood by and let him die, the question in his eyes the last thing he saw about his brother before he died there in his arms.
Arkos isn't aware of when the tears came or when he started screaming in anguish for what he had let happen, for what he had done. He only stopped when she arrived, when Bellatrix arrived to see her lover and husband dead in the arms of the man who claimed to be his brother, holding the bloody dagger and covered in his blood. Unable to bear the look in her eyes, the pain and anguish that rivaled his own reflected back at him, Arkos fled and so brought upon his ruination.
His guilt was clear. He was on patrol that evening, he was within earshot and could have prevented it, but had not. Arkos was holding his body and had the weapon that killed Dimitri, and before anyone could question or apprehend him, he had fled the scene of the crime. It didn't take long for news of his actions to spread like wildfire, for his family to disown him, for the honorable Arkos to be known, over night, as the Great Betrayer. The man who ended the golden era, who brought darkness back to their realm. Left without anything to do, Arkos joined the 'Loyalist' faction, who opposed Queen Bellatrix and the mage users.... Without purpose or sense, Arkos did the only thing he knew how, he fought, and somehow, figured fighting for what Dimitri used to believe in, the destruction of magic, would somehow atone for what he had done. But there was no atoning for that, some sins are too deep, too dark to ever wash away.
The civil war was far bloody then the last. Bellatrix, now the sole ruler, had become harsh and cruel from Arkos' betrayal and the loss of her lover. Arkos, a shell of what he once was, was nothing more then a figurehead and sledgehammer for the nobles leading the 'Loyalist' faction. After nearly a decade of intense fighting and war, their final clash happened at the fields of Draknell.
It was early morning, the mist still rolling in when the two forces clashed. The warriors of the loyalist pushing through the center of the Mages, the flanks of the loyalist being overrun by the newly raised dead from the new 'Lich Queen'. Blood, screams... it was a battle of nightmares, a battle of broken souls fighting over what scraps remained. The once lush meadows had blood running in rivers and in some areas, the bodies were piled as high as the waist as the remaining warriors of both sides waded through fields of the dead to od battle with brothers and sisters and here, among the dying, rivers of blood and screams, Arkos came face to face with Bellatrix.
She was so beautiful, even covered in blood, her face contorted in equal parts rage and anguish. To her questions of why, Arkos could only say he was sorry for what happened. For the first time in years, Arkos felt alive. She may hate him, she may loath him, but he still loved her and despite what she was becoming, just seeing her brought warmth into his chest... and they clashed. The fight was long, bloody and intense as rage met love, loss met regret... and two sorrowful souls that had lost someone they dearly loved fought with what remained of them.
Arkos can still remember the moment it happened, she swung her blade at him, and he could have dodged it, prolonged the fight, they were both exhausted from the battle and their struggle, maybe... just maybe he could have beaten her as she was lost into a rage, but he didn't, his sword lowered a fraction of an inch, accepting death. Accepting his punishment at her hands. As the blade bit deep, spilling his warm blood over her hands and the soiled ground underneath, Arkos felt.... content for the first time in a long time. It was a fitting death for a mongrel like him, dying at the hands of the woman he loved. As he tumbled down to the cold earth, his eyes closing, he wished that... she would find happiness again and recover from what he had done to her... and to his brother.
But it was not to be. Mere moments after his eyes glazed over, he arose again. He had been arrogant. He assumed death was a punishment, but it had been a release. A release he had chased like a crazed dog. As his flesh dissolved, as his metallic voice screamed into the area as his skeletal hands came to his empty eye sockets that were alight with a blue fire, he understood, his punishment had only just begun. Born from potent magic fueled by rage, Arkos was reborn as the world's first Wight.
But becoming a wight was only the beginning. As a wight, he was unable to disobey Bellatrix, and so was compelled to do as she commanded... whenever she commanded. He got to watch the horrified look on people's faces at his passing, the whispering behind his back... He was just as monstrous on the outside as he had been on the inside. He became her tool, her pet, her dog of war. Her champion, her bodyguard and her executioner. He served her in all things. He had taken her love, and so, she took his everything as payment.
But that was not the worst of it. No, the worst was seeing what he had done to her. Bellatrix... his Bellatrix was gone. She was replaced with a cold, hate filled dictator who ruled her kingdom with an iron fist crushing those, or often sending him to do it, that dared speak out against her or her laws. The days of Dimitri were long gone, the era of the Lich Queen had begun... and every nearby nation trembled for her wroth was wicked and her reach was great. It became apparent, over the centuries, that while she hated him with all her being, she also.. needed him. He was a reminder of a better time, the last tie she had to Dimitri even as tainted as he was. He wasn't sure if it was Dimitri she sitll loved or the idea of Dimitri and what they once had that kept her warm at night. It was the knowledge that he had done this to her... that he had broken her so, the very person he had loved so dearly, had wanted enough to betray his own brother that was the greatest punishment of all. That was the knife to his heart, the final due he could never atone for.
As the centuries turned to a millineium... Arkos finally started to see her again. The Bellatrix he had destroyed start to resurface. It wasn't... well, it wasn't perfect, it wasn't the beautiful young mage from his memory, but she was far closer then the monstrous lich queen had been.It seemed time truly was starting to heal her wounds, but she would never let him go, never let him rest. It had grown beyond hate, he was the only person she had, and he knew it. He was all she could trust, the only reminder she had for her old self, for a better time, the idea of Dimitri, in some way, was still kept alive so long as he still existed. And while he wanted to help her, he was now nothing more then a crutch, he was chains holding her to the past, and she would never be free, never be able to be truly happy again so long as he remained.
But also... he was tired. Bone weary of existing, of being a pet attack dog, of scratching out a wrteched existence within the Dark Kingdom, the 'Wight King' he was mockingly known, the fool that thought he could best the Lich Queen. But he couldn't just die. He was unable to end his own life or willingly do something that would bring it to an end, Bellatrix would not allow him to leave her even if she would never admit it. So, he started to single out mighty foes on the fields of battle, challenging them to single combat in the hope that they could slay him... but no matter whom he fought, no matter how many duels he entered, he won each and every single one. A mockery to his desperate pleas for his vigil to end. To finally sleep. With each kill, his personal unit, the Lords of the Barrow, grew. A mockery of his efforts to end his life as he was forced to lead into battle the very same men and women he had used to try and kill himself.
But it is the only way he knows how to end his life as she... she will never let him go and he would never endanger her, not again. She had suffered enough at his hands, and compulsion or not, he would protect her from what pain he could... and so he circles the battlefields on his manticore, looking for great warriors to fight, hoping against hope that, finally, finally he will find the soul that is destined to defeat him, destined to kill him. And so, Arkos throws himself into battle, fighting to win but hoping to die.
One of these things is not like the other.... one of these things is not like the other one.... Can you tell me which is not like the other?
Mmmm, I bet you can. (
)But, I will be straight with you, do you know why I didn't copy you? Not only because I have integrity and wouldn't copy your character when I consider your character to be a fairly average written character full of 'Meh'?
Because I don't need to. I put a lot of time, effort and thought into my characters as you can see with my other two characters in this RP and the kingdom I made for it.
Now, I hope this matter is settled.
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
As do I.
That was very constructive @Cosmo . I appreciate you taking the time to do that and not let anger take heed in this. Very nice explanation and I feel as though I do not need to add anything to it.
@Airagog If you have a constructive argument over this, then now is the time to let it go. If not the matter is settled.
That was very constructive @Cosmo . I appreciate you taking the time to do that and not let anger take heed in this. Very nice explanation and I feel as though I do not need to add anything to it.
@Airagog If you have a constructive argument over this, then now is the time to let it go. If not the matter is settled.
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
As there has been no constructive argument against Cosmo, I declare this matter settled.
There has been no plagiarism.
Please continue on the RP as if nothing has ever happened @Cosmo
There has been no plagiarism.
Please continue on the RP as if nothing has ever happened @Cosmo
Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
I have a massive headache now.. >.< *rubs temples.*
Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
@xEmoBunnehx Sounds like you need a nap.
KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
It's almost 10'o clock here. It would be pointless x.xCosmo said:
Also, do I have the right to declare a ruling here or do I need to call upon a Cite Mod?
Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
@xEmoBunnehx O.o Don't ask me mate. I think if it doesn't come up again, its settled, if not, call in a Mod and let them make a verdict.
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