Deus Rei, The King of The Gods~

Deus Rei has issued a challenge across all the realms within his domain. He looks for someone to best him in a simple duel. Being a king, one rarely has chances to test their strength, skill, or cunning. Most of those that wish to bring him harm are swiftly executed, or fear execution to the point where they do not bring their desires into the light. He wished simply for a decent fight, be it against a swordsman, mage, or anyone of any caliber really.

The male known as Deus Rei entered the scene, the sound of his plates of his armor clinking together was the first thing anyone heard. The male stood at approximately 180cm (5ft 7in.) tall and 70kg (170lbs). His soft facial features gave him a young appearance, possibly mid-late 20s. His hues had a deep piercing blue shade flecked with small bits of gold. The male's thick strawberry blonde hair was pulled back and spiked upwards, mimicking a raging fire fighting against the wind. What little skin was seen, it appeared to be immaculate and mimicked the color and smoothness of porcelain. The armor that adorned his body was incredibly special. It was actually an extension of his willpower, meaning that it was directly linked with the physical, emotional, and even mental condition of his person. If he was tired, fatigued, or incredibly hungry; the armor would be compromised. His emotions also affected the integrity of his armor, leaving it to be either augmented or hindered depending on which emotion he felt. He had a golden belt around his waist, which had a single sword sheathed in a black scabbard on his left side. (For your references to know of my appearance.)

The Hall of Kings was where the battles were to be taken place. The floor was made entirely out of marble, expertly tiled out from one end of the hall to the other. There were 10 large columns within the hall, each 4 feet in diameter and spaced only 20 feet apart from each other on either side of the hall. The scene itself was only 150 feet long, 60 feet wide, 200 feet tall. The ceiling was immensely high, and contained quite a large skylight to allow light to pass through. On the farthest end of the hall was the king himself, Deus Rei. He relaxed lazily in his golden throne, his right arm bent on the corresponding arm rest and his legs draped over the left arm rest. He rested his chin on his fist, absentmindedly thinking about other affairs as he awaited someone to take his challenge.