Revelation: Apocalypse

On 05-Mar-2008 Ark_Knight_Elmdore said:

"I got a question, if you don't mind." Galford butted in. "We are all good here right? Why not wait till Rapture, when all the good people of the world are brought to heaven while the wicked stay on earth with the beast, doomed to a life of pain?"

"The Rapture is false," Lucifer replied, "The Bible does not mention anything about a mass disappearance of all the saved souls. We're here to stay, gentlemen. If you do not believe that the Lord is the Creator and the Beast is coming, I would suggest you leave now."

Everything was quiet in the room, not even the sound of anyone's breath disturbed the calm as Lucifer's eyes shifted around the ranks.

In before too many others.

Name: Rolando
Sex: Male
Age: 79
Height: 5'2
Weight: 114 lbs

Weapons: He uses what seems like a normal, steel walking stick to the untrained eye, but actually has many small compartments used for holding rare and highly used herbs and potion reagants. He also has a small, curved dagger with small hebrew words written on the hilt and blade.

Skills: He can use earth magic, but it is very difficult for him, due to the change in the earths, and the environment's forces. He is a very pwoerful herbalist, and can make some very useful and interesting concoctions. He is fast for his age, but his strength is starting to fail him; he was never all that strong to begin with, too. He is very stalwart and tough, from all of the long and arduous journeys he's lead in his druidic rituals and quests.

Magic: His elder's trinket once enabled him to use the most potent of earth spells. Now, with the world and the way nature acts, his powers are anything but potent; he struggles to use the simplest of magic spells.

Appearance: He is a small, feeble-looking man, with a withered face, almost oozing with wismdom and knowledge of nature, and his surroundings. He wears a simple, hooded robe, brown of colour, with hebrew words embroidered on the bottom, by his mother. Under that, a grey, faded tunic. On his feet, he wears sandles; on his back, a brown cloak, also, with embroidered hebrew words on the bottom, also, a gift from his mother. He is not a very flashy man; he was always told to wear only what was needed, to only only as sharp as the situations calls for; and only carries what is absolutely necessary, nothing more. The only expsensive-looking item on his body is a small, silver trinket somewhat resembling a leaf, which he carries on a small chain, under his neck, half-hidden under his cloak. Rolando has very little hair on his head; what hair he does have forms a small, unkept white cresent around the back half of his head.

Personality: Rolando is a slightly quirky, and nutty person, possibly from testing too many experimental potions on himself. He was once a very, benevolent, generous, caring man, beloved by all, the twisting of the world, and his lack of ability to anything about it has led him to become bitter, cantankerous, and snarley at times. He doesn't mean it, though; he lashes out at people only for not being able to lash out on himself. He'll rationalize everything possible, unless it involves him; in that case, it's always his fault, if logic permits. If only he could find some hope as to how he can help reverse the effects of the Beast on his beloved planet, he just might find hope enough to become, once again, the man he once knew. Rolando is very knowledgable about the outdoors, and seems to know just where needs herbs are, even in unfamiliar territory. He dislikes being indoors; he finds it too cramped, gloomy, and he says the air smells funny.

History: He was raised a druid, and from a very small age, he was taught to recognise plants, and, more specifically, herbs used in potions. When he was thirteen, during his coming-of-age ceromony, he, like most other druids, was given a small trinket, blessed by the Holy Spirit, which gave him the ability to use magic, and, it was said to also keep him near nature, no matter how far from it he became. From then on, his time was divided between the use of earth magic, and studying herbs, and searching for new locations of rare herbs, possibly finding new ones along the way. He eventually was forced, by the Beast, nd it's evil clutches, to do what he feared most; he ran from nature, and ran from the things he loved, earth magic, and herblore. He's now a nomad, searching for a was to stop the evil from devouring and consuming his, and any, forest, hoping to once regain everything he lost; his home, his life, his hobbies, and his magical prowess.

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Zuntyh moved very slowly, attempting not to cause a noise. He had been tracking this beast for two days now, while there were no shortage of the things, this one was particularly stronger than the others. Zuntyh certainly did not believe he was a threat in one-on-one combat, but all attempts to engage him in combat had resulted in the beast fleeing at massive speeds. This proved difficult for Zuntyh, being a Paladin he simply did not have the chance to initiate a sneak attack.
He was closing in now though, he could see him up ahead, the beast had stopped and was scouting out something. Zuntyh stared intently as the beast slowly made its move, it was staring at a group of people. Strong capable people no doubt, not in need of saving... but this was Zuntyh's hunt, his kill.
Rushing forward, as the beast leaped from the bushes, Zuntyh launched out of the bushes, a few feet from the group. 'You're on notice, beast!' he cried loudly, attracting its attention. Knowing that by now the others had seen them, the beast knew he would have to fight, there was nowhere to run this time.
As the beast prepared to lunge at Zuntyh, he formed a sphere of light in his hand, hurling it at the beast, it connected and let out a bright flash. Suddenly the beast was envolped by a cross, his arms bound to a section each, with both his legs magically bound to a third seciton of the scross.
Slowly approaching it, Zuntyh swung his massive hammer around with one hand a few times for good measure. Seeing the fear in the beast's eyes, Zuntyh grinned. 'You've been on notice for two days, creature. It's time to end this.' The Hammer changed from its regular silver colour and glowed pure, pulsing gold. Lifting it above his head, Zuntyh brought it down with tremendous force, ending the beast's life. Breathing a sign of relief, Zuntyh turned to the group.
'Don't see many survivors in these parts... Greetings, I am Zuntyh of the Order of the Silver Hammer.'

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"Yet another survivor, looks like we have a good group going so far" Hiro said, he stood up and jumped down to the floor again, he grabbed his knife and started spinning it around by it's handle.
"So I guess all of us shall be travelling together to stop this beast then?" he asked.

'Survivor? Far from it. I'm in my element. I'd say "participant" was a much more suitable term. I am surprised to see a group out here in the woods though. It's a particularly nasty district, this... makes me feel better about being assigned it actually. My work's finished here though, if you're heading in a direction that suits me, I'd be happy to accompany you all.'
Zuntyh mused over the dead body of the creature he'd killed, focusing the holy light in his hands, he began to chant something under his breath and the creature's body began to break up into small specs of light, flying towards the heavens.

((Woah, this grew fast from this morning lol

Name: Shirou Matao

Sex : Male

Age: 19

Height: 5'7

Weight: 72Kg

Weapons: Shirou has 3 weapons in his possession. The first of these is a Long Sword. It has a gold handle, with a leather covering. The Blade itself is forged from A rare metal alloy, which gives it the appearance of glistening silver. His second weapon is a Longbow, which is slung over Shirou's back. It was rumored to be made with some of the wood from the Lord's Cross. This makes the bow very durable. The quiver was dipped in the Sacred Water at Lourdes, approximately 80 years before The Apocalypse. The fact that it came into contact with the Holy Water has caused a Miracle to occur. Just like how the Lord produced thousands of Loaves and Fish from few, the quiver does the same with arrows, giving Shirou an unlimited supply. Shirou's last weapon is a black Falchion. Like his blade, it was forged with a unique alloy, making it stronger and more durable than your average steel weapon.

Magic: Shirou does not actually posses any true magic, but he has a charm, a simple gold cross, which has been blessed by Pope John Paul II over a hundred years ago. The charm gives Shirou above average luck, such as improving his reflexes to dodge attacks and lessening the extent of the chaos in the ever changing environment around Shirou.
This charm also gives Shirou the ability to manipulate objects using his will power. This allows him to send mental blasts towards foes, often crippling them. In times of Hardship or Great Need, Shirou can transform his arrows into shafts of light. These shafts only affect creatures of dark origin or evil intent.

Skills: Shirou is an experienced swordsman, able to use both his blades at the same time with ease. He is rather fast and thus relies on his speed to strike an opponent down easily. He uses his speed to dodge most attacks, striking when an opponent is off balance, though he is able to fight head on if needs be. He is able to fire his long bow with extreme accuracy, even at 200 yards (182m).

Appearance: Shirou wears a black leather vest over a black T-shirt, along with a pair of dark blue jeans, which are held up by his sword belt. Under his t-Shirt, he wears a Gold cross on a chain. Shirou's black hair is straight and is slightly long, his fringe coming up to his eyes, which are a deep brown. His face is usually set in a calm expression. He wears an open blood red jacket over his black leather vest, often resulting in opponents seeing a crimson flash when seeing him dash past. He has his Long Sword sheathed at his left hip, with his Falcion on his right. His Long Bow and Quiver are slung over his back. He has a small bag tied onto his belt, which he stores a few valuables, such as some coins, dry travel food, a water canister and a small black book.

Personality: Shirou is rather calm, even when faced with an intense situation. He is easy going and friendly. He fights intensely to protect his friends. He is rather intelligent and will often use this to an advantage to stratagize the downfall of his foes. He works well in any situation, either by himself or with a group.

History: Shirou was born in what used to be known as Japan, to parents of Japanese and English origin. At the age of 6, Shirou and his parents went to live with Shirou's Grandfather, who lived in a hunting lodge in England. Here, Shirou learned how to survive in the wilderness, along with how to handle swords and bows. His Parents and Grandfather were devout Catholics, who took Shirou to mass every week in a nearby town, a three hours away. Shirou was schooled at home and caught onto his lessons with ease. His Grandfather told Shirou many stories, including the travels of Shirou's Great Grandfather, who visited the Pope as well as Lourdes and other religious sites. Shirou was told of his families most valuable treasures, 2 blades and a bow. When the events that were described in the book of Revelations began to take place, Shirou left his family with their prayers and blessings. He believes that the evil taking place is due to an absence of God's light, so Shirou wishes to return this Sacred Light to the World. His Grandfather gave him the three Family treasures to aid him in his travels.


Well here is my character bio))

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((All's in.))

"There's not many survivors because the entire set of nature around here was completely ravaging the town, until Lucifer sort of... exercised whatever was controlling it." Gabriel informed Zuntyh, folding his arms over his chest.
"At a moment's notice, it could be filled with another evil spirit, so it would be best to leave immediately. There is a small ghost town not far past the forest, we could seek refuge and form a plan there tonight." Lucifer informed the group, drawing his partizan, as Gabriel readied his sword.

"Fine by me" Hiro said, he swung his knife which made a clicking sound and shot two more blades from within itself, revealing it's true form, he held the handle and span it in his hand.

Not sure you'll like the technology in this bio. I tried to justify it in my own way, but you're free to reject this character if you want.

Name: Makarios Theias Beatus
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height: 6?1
Weight: 198 lbs
Weapons: Makarios bears two straight Katanas hidden beneath his jacket, forged from pure silver down to the hilt, which is made of oak wood, with golden symbols running throughout the surface of each. What makes these strange Katanas special is the fact that running down the sides of each one are four thin barrels that spin in a chaingun-like way around the lower part of the blade, firing bullets wildly with awesome power. So that these do not get in the way when the weapon is being used in melee combat, both sword are incredibly long, and attach to one another, forming one sword so that they can be hidden easier. When in this form, they can be used as one double handed, immense katana, but more importantly, an extremely dangerous firearm which carries that same amount of power as a run of the mill mounted machine gun. Tied to his right wrist is a small object made of a gleaming silver metal. This is actually a grapple, that uses a sword end instead of a hook. Once this penetrates something, all Makarios must do is press a small button wrapped around one of his fingers so that it may split open and embed itself. This can either be used to reach distanced areas, or more sadistically.
Magic/Skills: No magic whatsoever, all he has are his keys. These keys give home to a small switch, that when pressed summon the HellHound, an enormous Harley-like bike equipped with dual chainguns at the front on either side, and at the back, two cannons that rise up diagonally and launch ballistic missiles at any chosen target. The bike itself is painted with a number of flames, skulls, and other somewhat gothic symbols across its surface, yet these add nothing, Makarios simply likes them. Unfortunately, and quite obviously, this can only be used in open areas, and serves for nothing in closed off rooms. This is compensated by the fact that the vehicle possesses artificial intelligence, and can drive itself, as well as defend or attack, without a rider. Makarios himself is incredibly skilled with his personally designed weapons, yet does not possess any particular distinctive skill himself. The only things that could be commented on are his strength and defence. His strength comes from constant training in gyms due to lack of things to do, and the defence comes from the fact that beneath his clothing is a complete set of body armour, formed from straps of ammunition that Makarios uses for his firearms.
Appearance: Makarios could be considered to be somewhat like a hobo. His hair is black, greasy, and incredibly long/shaggy. Adding to this is his beard of the same colour that is in desperate need of a shave and when stretched fully, one hair can measure an inch. His expression is almost always that of a dark, miserable man, yet his smile is almost funny, and toothy. One would expect his teeth to be revolting, but in fact he takes careful care over them and has never allowed himself to go a day without brushing at least four times. Beneath this, he wears a long, creased, thick, leather jacket that reaches his heels in length, and also contains an infinite number of inner pockets, as well as concealing his weapons. For other clothing, he wears a simple black shirt that clings to his considerably large muscles, yet this cannot be seen due to the fact that it almost rips under the strain of the numerous bullet straps that are wrapped around his entire torso, arms and legs, but with space left between the joints so as not to impede movement. His legs are similar. A pair of dark grey, slightly baggy trousers that also conceal a high amount of ammunition, followed by a pair of heavy, black trench boots. At almost all times, Makarios can be seen listening to music with headphones, which he likes to refer to as his life enhancer.
Personality: Nothing could better describe Makarios than the word, crazy. Constantly looking for some way to exhilarate his blood stream or cause trouble somehow, he is often considered a delinquent of sort, but would never do anything to harm in any way an innocent person. He is highly talkative, not afraid to express his opinions, and on top of that a firm believer of fighting for what you think is right. This often contributes to his violent and dark nature which can be hard to take a liking to. Although, beneath this is a simple friendly, fun loving man. Despite this, when things become serious, Makarios is able to do the same.
History: Makarios was born in the slums of a British city some people know as London. His parents had given birth to him as drunk teens and had abandoned him on a street corner. Only hours later a priest had found him whilst passing by, and up until he came of age Makarios learned about nothing but the way of god. His name was given to him by the church, seeing as he was never told his real name, and throughout his whole life he has never meant to use anything else. When he came of age, he thought to follow in the footsteps of the man who had raised him, but for some reason unknown to anyone he slowly began to lose faith. He claims that he simply began to question the Bible, but has never told the full story. Besides this, he began to go out every night, returning in the early hours of the morning and causing trouble, until the church decided it was time to expel him from the area. This didn?t help, and it wasn?t long until Makarios became a fully fledged Atheist, giving up him Catholic beliefs completely and instead, following his own path. He got a job like any other man would, yet conserved many of the books he had read throughout his time with the church. Ancient books, that spoke of ancient technologies. Using these, he slowly built himself the ultimate weapons based on those he had been given. Dual Katanas equipped with nothing but incredible homebuilt firearms. Wanting to create something new, he took another book on vehicle mechanics, and managed to create for himself a bike he then named the HellHound, all in a garage not far from his home. Now owning these objects, and a number of others, Makarios decided he wanted to do something interesting with his life, and over time, became a vigilante of sorts. After further years of ?protecting the innocent? he was forced to leave the country, and fled to the more Northern areas of Europe, where he could work in piece. It was almost a decade until he began to work again as he had done before, destroying any local criminals to help those around him, who were grateful to him and his mysterious machines. Now closer to the present time, he began to sense evil around him growing, and began to spread out across the lands and more and more manifestations of evil began to spring up, until the Apocalypse itself came. His faith now being questioned completely, Makarios decided that now was the time to put the existence of god to the test, and along with that, obliterate the perhaps origin of all evil.

Zuntyh let out a yawn, 'I haven't had much sleep at all lately,' he admitted, 'I might as well follow you, I think I know of this ghost town you speak of, and It's in the right direction.'

During the blade's transformation in the hands of Hiro, the bushes behind the group began to rattle vigourously. Suddenly, another beast which resembled to the one Zuntyh killed lunges out of the bush and soars towards the group, looking to ambush them. But while it was in thin air, a figure suddenly flies in from the left side of the beast and slashes a sliver staff glowing in a pure white coat of energy across its body, slicing it in half like a knife. The beast impoded in a burst of light after the detactment as the figure lands next to the group. The anonymous human then holds his staff out in front of him and brings his body into the light for the group to see him. "The Holy Spirit has lead me here......you must be who I am looking for.....My name is Bison."

Name: Odin Xhter
Age: 714 (Appears to be twenty six)
Height: 6`3
Weight: 248 lbs
Race: Fallen Angel
Appearance: A luster black, ether coated black vest with a silver trim and buttons. Heavy, black jeans with many belts, pendents, chains, and lucky charms attached to it, and black biker shoes with are steel on the toes and heels. He also wears black, fingerless, knuckle gloves which have diamond spikes on it's open portion. He has jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders, primal golden brown eyes, and brownish skin. He usually likes to wear dark sun-glasses, to hide himself from exile from heaven. He also has two silver earrings in each ear, and two silver piercings in his left eyebrow. He has a large tiger tattoo on his back, and alchemy-manufactured Celtic shoulder, arm, and bicep bands. He is very well toned. He has one black Angel wing and also one white, which is extremely rare in his case.
Weapon: Zankutsen Edge. A large halberd-scythe. The pole is seven feet long, and the blade is over five feet. The the pole is engraved with the Mark of The Beast and the Star of David around it. On the blade, there is an hieroglyphic of an Anti-Christ attempting to break the Star of David, and accepting the Mark of the Beast on one side, and on the other, God is descending from the sky, punishing the Antichrist in a sea of flames. It is spiked at the top of the pole, and has a black and a gold cross hanging from the end of the pole, one upside down and the other upright.
Skills/Style:
Heaven and Hell- His one and only versatile fighting style. It uses the forces of good and evil, which, it gives him the elemental power over dark and light. He uses quick and powerful movements, giving him assailant like movements. He can either heal or destroy. His most powerful attacks are Light: Pure Judgment, and Dark: Damnation. Pure Judgment exiles all evil, with just a quick swipe of his scythe. Dark: Damnation, destroys the target(s), damning their souls in a vortex of scarlet hell. He also has uncanny senses, great strength, and unreal speed.
Personality: He is pretty much dark and mysterious. He is intelligent, modest, and pretty much bold. He can have a little bit of humor at times, and seems to have a weakness for spicy foods.
History: He was discharged from heaven for fatally injuring the higher-up Archangels. They called called Odin's place in heaven a last minute pick, and called him inferior. As punishment, he was sent to Earth to kill off the greatest evils. If he doesn't do it in a thousand years, he will be sent to hell for an eternity. He has roamed the planet for hundreds of years, killing off devil's advocates, and those who stir evil. Of course, stopping the Beast should redeem himself and access back into heaven.

((Tell me if it's a bit much, and I'll change it. I'm not too sure.))

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((Hope I am not to late!))

Name: Erikar Fett
Gender: Male
Hight: 6'1
Age: 28
Weight: 235lbs
Weapons: Erikar wields two long-swords, the handle's ar a hard, expensive new type of metal. The handles are both encrusted with jewels, the only way to tell the sword's apart is by checking the biggest jewel, one is a Emerald Green, the other a Topaz Yellow. The blade is sharp, thing but Sturdy.
Magic: Erikar's 'holy spirit' is in one of his sword handle's, he doesn't know which one, however, he feels it is in the green jeweled one. The only spell that Erikar can cast, is one that turns metal, to gold. Because of this spell, obviously Erikar is very rich.
Appearance: Erikar has sleek red hair, stuck up all around the back of his head. He has one long scar that streaks over his eyebrow. He wears a tatted, dusty, ripped red long-sleeved shirt, with a black jacket, hastily pulled over his shirt. Erikar has long, Black trousers, ripped and torn at the ends. He wears blood red sandals. If you wear to see Erikar without his shirt or jacket on, you can see the tatooed Red Xthat covers the whole of his back, this is a symbol of evil.
Personality: Evil, he has an unusually calm attitude, however, if you make him anger, it may be the last thing you ever do. Erikar likes to be the sulkier, he hardly joins in, and will only do so for his own sake. Erikar is vain, very vain. He loves himself, and himself only. Erikar isn't a very likable person.
History: Erikar's father was a rich, selfish person. He never did anything for anyone, other than himself. Once his father found out he had a son, he dumped Erikar in an orphanage, leaving him only with the two swords that Erikar holds now. While growing up in the orphanage, he learnt that one of the swords was embedded with the 'holy spirit' and, to his distaste, found out that he could only do one, major spell. Once he left the orphanage, he kept himself, to himself, speaking to nobody or anything. He soon began training himself with the rare swords, by spending day and night practicing. He soon realized, that he was amazingly skilled with the sword.

((All's in.))

"Alright then, looks like all's decided then. Let's go ahead and head out. It'll be 3:00 AM soon, the Devil's Hour, so we need to be on our best lookout for any possesed figures in the forest." Lucifer warned the group, before kicking down the wall on the side of the room, leaving an open space for them to exit from.
"Bit much, maybe?" Gabriel asked, adjusting his jacket and walking out the makeshift exit.

((This will be big.))

The man in red, who'd stayed silent for a time, finally spoke again, raising his crimson sword - which was obviously a katana - to the dim light. A beam of thin, blood-red moonlight passed through the sword and illuminated one part of the ground, taking the perfect shape of the Holy Cross.
"The Lord is good," he said calmly, lowering the sword slowly. The image of the Cross faltered and curved, slowly taking the shape of a demonic beast.
"The beast is bad. Enteria and I have come to stop it. The name's Artemis. Majure Artemis."

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On 06-Mar-2008 KOG said:

During the blade's transformation in the hands of Hiro, the bushes behind the group began to rattle vigourously. Suddenly, another beast which resembled to the one Zuntyh killed lunges out of the bush and soars towards the group, looking to ambush them. But while it was in thin air, a figure suddenly flies in from the left side of the beast and slashes a sliver staff glowing in a pure white coat of energy across its body, slicing it in half like a knife. The beast impoded in a burst of light after the detactment as the figure lands next to the group. The anonymous human then holds his staff out in front of him and brings his body into the light for the group to see him. "The Holy Spirit has lead me here......you must be who I am looking for.....My name is Bison."

"Sopmething died right behind me, and i just got saved by a really big guy, right?"Baron asked, knowing that his life could have been ended quickly, since he was not protecting himself.

"Yeah," Majure said simply, shifting Enteria behind his back as he turned to face the newcomer, a new smirk dawning on his face. "Be thankful, for the Lord is on your side."

Zerick eyed the group of people that seemed to keep coming from nowhere. He then took an arrow from his quiver, and turned from the group. He used the arrow to cut a 3 inch mark on his left arm. He made a fist that almost broke the skin of his palm. He turned back to the group, and put the arrow to his bow. His seemed to be wider than before. "How far is this Ghost Town?" asked Zerick.

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"Beyond the forest," Majure said calmly, walking past Zerick in pursuit of Lucifer. As he paced, a soft wind brewed seemingly out of nowhere, blowing whatever leaves stayed on the ground out of range. Then, a small field of yellow energy radiated from the tip of his katana as he brought it in front of him, casting a dim light on the ground ahead.
"Just in case you needed it," he added.

"I don't know about anyone else, but I'm fine." said Zerick. "I've gotten this far, with this..." Zerick then raised his right arm up to show his black bracelet.