Im bored. My two current battles have stalled out, so I am issuing an open battle request.

T1, any kind. I do not care. If you want realistic I do request that we remove projectile weapons, as they get boring.

If we run Powered I expect full preperations as needed for actions. No sudden huge blasts out of nowhere. If you god-mod you will be removed from battle.

In a powered battle I will be using Nox roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/noxize-deschain/

And in a realistic I will be runing Ed roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/sgt-edmund-rocky-roads/ but as stated I will not be using his guns.

Let's do T1, melee. What will the setting be?

Human melee or inhuman? I've had to fight vampires and shit as a human before, gets old fast. Also, I may be changing it up and running a new guy Im working on, based on your answer.

Or no answer at all.

Ok, anyone else? Honestly I will take on anyone. I am bored. =/

I'll take you on...I've never been in a battle before, but I think i can give you a challenge

If we end up battling, we should run powered. I've been thinking of a powered character, and i kinda wanted to try him out.

I'll give it a go if you want a 3-man (4-man if Sara Whitley responds), or in a separate fight altogether. Hell, I'll even let you pick my character from the ones I got registered.

Sorry, I stopped visiting this site for a bit. I got bored. But Im back again, so if you two still wanna play just say..

I'm still down; will you use that same character for a powered fight? Also, what about the stage? I have a few in mind, but whatever you've planned will do just as well.

Double post o_O

If you want to face Nox in a Powered level fight that's up to you.. I warn you now I have been Rping and fighting as Nox for over ten years now, mostly on Yahoo and MSN, so expect a hard fight.

The stage can be wherever you please, as long as it's an equal playing zone.

Let's go with a forest? Midday, but the sun is blocked a fair deal by the tall trees. Here's my own character.

"Demonic Illusion – Dual Song of the Doomed: may only be used if Demonic Illusion – Siren’s Song is in effect. Abigail forms a clone of herself by singing appropriately for this purpose and the two perform Demonic Illusion – Siren’s Song. The combined effects of this not only disorient but produce stronger illusions, effectively breaking the foe’s will and turning all illusions into both mental and physical damage. The canceling conditions are still the same. The clone is exactly equal to Abigail, carries its own Siren’s Memento and is capable of every feat she is, as such, Dual Song of the Doomed may be repeatedly used at the same time. "

Honestly this seems a lil OP in my opinion. Especially the part about the clones being an exact equal to her power..and no real limitation on the number of clones. I am reminded of a cheap combo in MTG; Splinter Twin with the blue Exarch...infinate creatures with haste for a lowwwww cost.

Im not being dificult, honestly I like the profile. It just seems likely that I'll have to kill an endless number of your chick. And that would get boring fast. Is there any limit on this ability? Will she have to stop singing eventually from using energy? If she stops the song(songs?) will the clones go away?

roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/noxize-deschain/ here is mine, any questions just ask. Ignore the typos, I will deal with them eventually, Im just lazy.

I could've sworn I'd typed the cap in there-- it caps at four, my mistake there. As said there, interrupting the song cancels out ALL illusions in place, including them, given that they were summoned by it. Now I can see where it'd seem unfair to have more than one character in essence, but keeping in mind it's the physical capabilities of a twelve year old AND she needs to use at least a few uninterrupted illusions to deal real, physical damage, I find there's a balance there. Does that clear it up? I'm reading your own profile now, though I had before-- I'll just revise it. Thanks for telling me.

With the cap in place I am pleased, though four 12 year old kids? =/ I might feel bad de-limbing them. If you still wish to play you may post your intro. I would ask for patience in posting, as I am not on every day. It won't be like weeks between post or anything crazy, but if I miss a day cut me slack.

I believe you wanted a Full-Powered battle, in this case I will allow Nox to reach Epic-Level on his power scale. Standard preps of course where needed.

I'm not on everyday, either. We'll find the rhythm good, I hope.

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The rustling of leaves, a cool breeze and tall grass. Complimented by a plethora of tall trees, the painting was finished with a streak of murder. Joyous, seemingly innocent murder. In a small clearing, beside a pond lied a deer, its entrails in a pile beside an open book. Beside the empty carcass sat the Sage of the Siren's Song, visibly a preteen girl, with owl-like eyes, she rejoiced in licking the blood from a piece of flesh she'd ripped from the animal. "What a good day!" She rose with a jump, wandering about the forest, gnawing cheerily on the piece. A good body, with a long-lasting taste... The raw flesh itself could use some spices, but considering its own taste, it's very rich, tangy...

Her mental critique finished when it dawned on her it wasn't nighttime anymore: the sun was out as a few treetops began to let her see, the scarce rays illuminated a path in the forest, she followed it faithfully. There was something about of the grass sounded as she walked: it felt softer, the ground was also firmer, and everything seemed just a tiny bit greener. Abigail's lips parted as if to speak, taking in the scenery and its subtleties... It was a good day indeed. With a skipping gait, she arrived to a much larger clearing, though this one had no pond. A smile was followed by a quick scan of the place: it was a ring of trees of roughly twenty meters in diameter, with nothing to cover her save for the thick trees that formed the ring itself.

It was a time to mull over existence and grow in spirit, shown by Abigail throwing away the smaller portion of the fleshy cut, and sitting down, resting her back on a tree. The tiny frame sat, crossing her legs over in a lotus flower, and began to hum: an innocent, childish tune, yet its vibe was nothing less than eerie. Though the voice that resonated in the trees was young, the echo was old. Old and bitter...

Withering, cancerous..blisters forming along the very bark of surrounding trees it rose. Where it's shadow fell death spread. Unnatural beings hardly had a place in nature, seeming to violate things by just existing. It rose from the ever spreading rot, pure black..seeming to devour the light cascading through upper tree branches.

"What place is this?" it vocalizes, radioactive green optics sweeping the forest. Thoughts thrummed here, all plucking at the being's mind as a fly in a spider's web. Most were common, simple commands of the local bio sphere. Eat. Sleep. Shit. Fuck. Eat. These thoughts were shoved aside, almost without effort..and silenced. Birds fell from the sky, deer faltered in mid-step only to die before hitting the forest floor. In an eye's blink the being cleared an entire forest of it's lower life forms.

But there was one left, a strange mind. It's vibrations sent mixed messages to the being's web. It seemed evolved, higher than those base beings it had just ended, yet still primal in a way. Primitive beings were all the same however, and Nox's compulsion was the same as it always was. Seek out the being, and end it's vibrations.

How it had come to this forest was a question to think on later, these planes were loose, cracks seemed to launch the Thorn of Eden where they would. Having assumed a physical form fitting to this area's gravity and temporal cycle it moved onward. Standing about five feet tall, thin and dark. It had the shape of a man, yet flowed like liquid with each movement. Blackness oozed from it's "flesh" and rippled along it's edges. This was the being's true essence, born of the Void and forged from the nightmares of ancient beings Nox had become more than just a Psionic. It was a being of transcended thought. Able to warp it's form to suit it's needs in combat; extending Nightmare Lashes from points along it's body as appendages of weapons.

Physical combat was hardly needed however, it's mind and willpower alone had ended the lives of thousands before. Eden felt it's wrath time and time again, and so too would this strange place.

It moved along, silent as the shadow at it's feet. Run little bug. Im coming... it sent ahead, it's thought a whisper in the wind to the girl.

The winds picked up. Trees sashayed to their new rhythm, the beat of life shook instead of sauntered, and an ominous breeze began to filter into the clearing, mixing with her own hum, distorting it a little. She rejoiced in changing pitch and using the wind, as well as her own magic to turn the voice guttural, then into that of a squealing girl, next a lion's roar slipped into her own voice; the song soon became Abigail imitating a grown man's voice, desperate, tired and on the brink of death. She began to plead in a mysterious tongue, one with marked Rs and slithering S sounds, the plead dying from a yell, to a leveled volume, then a whisper, finally it all died down...

"Ha... Hahaha... MWAHAHAHAHA! MERCY?! YOU CHOSE THE WRONG GOD!" A grotesque voice, deep, gruff, with malice simply oozing from it, cackling cynically, its echo turning the trees to a standstill as opposed to shaking them. Slurping, gnawing, biting, chewing, then a satisfied burp. Should one be brave or enough of an idiot to witness the spectacle, they'd have seen Abigail playing with the piece of meat, which had now been promptly devoured. She wiped the blood with a sleeve of her dress, the white lace on the left wrist turning burgundy on some spots.

"I welcome you with open arms, blessed your fate that I am split in parts."

Her tone a sweet and motherly, too old for a child's and too young for an old woman's. "Welcome to what I have been, welcome then, to the death of life and men." Anyone inside the ring, and even outside of it for a good five meters or so, would notice what she did. The melodic greeting had been sung out using her illusory magic, turning the green trees barren, the sunlight gray, the grass to dust, and those empty logs into ashy sticks of wood. The sound of dripping could be heard. Slowly, one diminute drop at a time-- none could be seen however. -Drip, drip, drip-

The being known as Nox paused in it's stride, the oponent's vibrations had altered. An escilation of force was required. Still out of hearing range, being over fifteen feet (Five Meters, I hate the metric system) away, Nox had no idea about the singing; just that the target was active. With a thought, and an aplication of force...Nox began gathering power.

Raw psionic power could be equated to raw carbon, able to be formed and forged into things of great strength. Just as the element needed heat and pressure..the forces of a psionic could be raised using a form of pressure and the energy of thought.

The effect of raising this force could be seen as a visible 'push' on the surrounding area, shoving back branches in a perfect sphere around the being's form, and lifting it a foot off of the forest floor. Stationary now it began shaping this power, pressing it, and shaping it. as one would clay, or soft dough, the being kneaded the power, folding it into itself. Shrengthening it slowly, then with greater speed. While it worked the force over it paid close attention to the other creature's mental pulse, tracking any shifting in placement or actions requiring thought.

To Nox thought was seen as vibrations of the mind, no matter how large a thought or small. This was a blessing and a curse, as it could cause severe impairment in a huge gathering. It was why the being strove to kill all thinking beings on whatever plane it found itself, to be free of their endless buzzing. The good in this effect was total target location data was instantly avaliable. All it had to do was reach out and feel for a vibration it needed. And in this forest of death...only one vibration was active.

Power gathering, biding it's time, Nox waits..observing and preparing to unleash hell on the unsuspecting child. It was a shame, the blast Nox was creating would be over-kill for sure, but it wasn't wise to show mercy. It tended to be a waste. However should the child launch an atack of her own, the being would detect vibrations and convert the stored power into some other use, the mind was quite a flexable thing.