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Rakash

Born to slay the gods. A living, breathing, declaration of war to the heavens.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Phersu

Description

Full Name - Rakash First-Born

Age - At least a millennia.

Race- God Slayers.

Weapon - A giant slab of rock chiseled to mimic a sword, which he calls the 'Breaker' for obvious reasons. He moves slowly in part because of this.

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Height - Rakash is at least eight feet tall.

Personality - Rakash is normally a calm man of few words, rarely speaking unless it is required for him to. He is loyal, and willingly to die for someone he chooses as his master. In addition to this, he is even gentle, willingly to play with children and animals happily. This calm demeanor and gentle form flies out the window when he falls into his berserk form. When he goes into that form, he shows his true colors as a weapon born to slay deities.

Power - Rakash has no gift for magic or the like, although he more than makes up for it with his herculean strength. His only real power is his rage form.

God Slayer's Rage - Rakash's body is covered in what can only be described as condensed darkness, repelling low level attacks and black/dark magic. It works as an armor in addition to increasing his speed and strength. It chisels away his life as it is in use, however, and anything more than about fifteen minutes of use will kill him or leave him an empty shell. Even a couple minutes of use will leave him heavily fatigued and unable to continue a fight. His is exceptionally vulnerable to light-based magic like this.

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Weaknesses - Rakash moves rather slowly due to his size and his sword, which allows more nimble fighters to easily outmaneuver him. This is, of course, an exception when he uses his God Slayer's Rage. In addition to his slow movements, he has no real defense against magic outside of his Rage form, and that only nullifies dark or black magic. A mage working with a nimble swordsman would have the easiest time taking him down.

History - For the most part, unknown. He was created to fight deities, or entities like deities, and there might be more like him. For now, he merely travels the Multiverse. Perhaps to find a purpose, or perhaps to fight gods.

So begins...

Rakash's Story

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Three hundred pounds? Please. Bigger and stronger dudes loved to shove him around on base. But no more. Planting his right leg behind him and setting his feet while tensing the muscles in his left arm, Tobias took the charge like a hero, because like a boss implied that he would fall in the end to the questing hero. Still, 300 pounds was a lot, and the smaller man's legs bent ever so slightly...but they would not give. After the impetus had been spent, Tobias pushed back against Rakash. Not enough to shove him away, but just enough to get him to open his arms and regain balance.

Now it was time for the counter attack. Yelling at the top of his lungs in a mighty kiai shout to unnerve the stony foe and lend extra force to the blow, Tobias turned his shoulders and threw a mighty right cross, using everything he had learned about boxing from the Phoenix Gym. Right knee pointing at left knee, turning his hips as if swinging a baseball bat, driving his toes into the ground as if he was squishing a spider for his beloved.

Keeping the elbow in to prevent a telegraph, Tobias aimed not at Rakash's rocky countenance, but behind it. The punch came out straight, Tobias's left hand up to guard against the unlikely counter as his right fist rocketed towards the bridge of Rakash's ugly fucking face, fully intending to break through the surface and keep going to see if his head really was full of rocks.

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Rakash didn't expect this to happen, but the fact he kept his arms pressed against his chest saved him from having to deal with the punch that came flying towards him. He raised his arms up in an odd position, so his elbows were about even with his forehead. It might have seemed obvious what he was going to do from an outsider's position, and he had not doubt Tobias would find out himself soon.

Rakash slammed his arms down, elbows first, at Tobias' fist, planning on taking the full impact of the punch on rock-hard and pointy bone. If the force behind Tobias wasn't enough to destroy his fists against them, then Rakash's own would certainly help it.

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Rakash had a good plan. A great one, even. But with his elbows all the way up at his forehead, plus the natural height difference between the two fighters, meant that the rock man's face was still totally exposed to Tobias's heavy punch. With the defense drop, hit or not, Tobias would soon launch into a devastating combo...though it was hard to see how Rakash would have the focus needed for the retaliation after getting punched in the goddamn face.

After the right straight punch, he would follow with two quick left jabs to the nether regions, followed by a jumping hard field goal kick with his right leg for the proper amount of testicular trauma. Then, the coup de grace. Putting his hands behind his back again, Tobias would channel his pain into a stronger fireball, the glow getting to be almost blinding.

"Metsu! HADOUKEN!" he cried with a hint of anguish, the fireball strong enough to deliver multiple hits and drive Rakash back even on block. The whole combo would conclude with the projectile exploding for even more damage. Of course, if the counter did go through, Tobias was out an arm, but lucky for him the rest of the combo didn't really need it. Just another trip to the hospital, is all...another day in the life of a street fighter.

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Rakash took the brunt of the attacks, sliding back an inch with each strike. He brought his arms down barely in time, taking the fireball head on with his arms. The darkness covering him was pushed back before recovering the areas that were hit, defending him from the very worst of it. His arms weren't in the best condition, though, and the only thing allowing him to still move them was the shadowy substance coating his body.

Rakash stood stock still after the combo was over, around a foot back from where he had been. He didn't even seem to be breathing, as even his chest didn't move. It truly looked like Tobias had won the fight. For that brief moment, that is.

The black giant roared once more, but this time was drastically different. The sound didn't have the calculating edge to it that it had earlier, designed to intimidate and throw off his opponents. His voice was tinged with pain and madness. It was as if one could hear the insanity creeping into his mind from the pain caused by his opponent.

Rakash's eyes latched on to Tobias, mindless rage filling them as he rushed once more at the man as if the vicious attack he received had never happened. The giant was snarling, lashing his arms blindly at Tobias in an attempt to deal whatever damage he could before the time on this form ran up, or he pushed it too far and killed himself.

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Shit. Rakash was moving even faster than before. Left, right, left, right, both, and he was charging forward at the same time. There was no way Tobias was going to risk trying to get inside that range until he could see a chance to get in and hit that tender ankle one more time. He may have taken a few licks, but he wasn't stupid.

Keeping his head low and behind his forearms as they formed a wall he could barely even see through, Tobias circled towards Rakash's right side to sidestep the reckless charge. He didn't have Lamina's speed or counter-punching skills, but he was trying to apply the lessons he learned from doing the exact same thing to the half-pint. Dodge, dodge, dodge, look for an over-extension and get him the hell off with a single well-placed blow. Tobias continued to circle the makeshift arena, expecting Rakash's rampage to continue, if not intensify.

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Rakash's rampage did indeed intensify, but not quite as Tobias might have planned. Tobias dodging to the right worked just great for Rakash, who went right past him and for his sword. Did he plan this, or was his blood rage merely identifying this sword as a great way to slaughter his opponent? His rough, shadow-covered hand grasped the sword and hefted it up, the same insane roar ringing out as he did.

Rakash whirled around with the sword in his hands and rushed again, lashing out at Tobias' mechanical leg with it.

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Tobias figured this would happen if he sidestepped. Rakash went for the sword he thought he had kicked safely into the crowd, then took a blind, sweeping strike at his right leg. Suddenly, his range was doubled. Think fast, dude!

Tobias saw much of himself in the giant. The blind rage. The long weapon. And that's what would be his downfall. Launching himself into the air, dodging the blade as if jumping rope, his mechanical right foot came up and lashed out at Rakash's face. But he wasn't done, as his body twisted around to bring his left foot into play against Rakash's stupid fucking face as well.

"Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku!" The famous, gibberish-sounding Whirlwind Kick was timed to hit him on the follow-through and gauged to make him see stars. Finishing with the left foot also allowed him to bring the robotic appendage into play one last time, lashing out at Rakash's tender right ankle after Tobias landed. How the hell it hadn't given out after all this running around was a mystery for the ages. Best give it a little nudge in the right direction.

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Rakash let the blade go flying in mid-swing as Tobias jumped over it, the slab of sharp rock flying through the lobby but ultimately, and harmlessly, lodging itself deep into one of the walls. He couldn't raise his hands in time to defend himself, and some far away, still rational, part of his mind recognized this. It didn't matter, however. His race wasn't built to survive as long as he had. They were built to kill gods, or die trying. Taking a wound to deal one.

So that's what he did. Rakash launched a vicious right uppercut as Tobias' feet connected with his head, throwing it all into one brutal blow to take out his opponent at the same time as he was taken out.

His consciousness started to dim as the Whirlwind Kick connected with his temple, the darkness covering him starting to dispel but his right arm stilling going on in it's vicious curve.

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How the hell...? Tobias saw the right fist coming in as he went down at the ankle. Off balance from the impressive display from earlier, Tobias was in no position to block the hit, unlike earlier.

His whole body tensed up, flexing his abs and pecs in anticipation of Rakash's vicious blow, cushioning it ever so slightly as the fist collided with his torso square in the gut, causing him to spontaneously exhale and fall to the ground. Probably a couple of broken ribs, and subsequent organ damage to things like the intestines and diaphragm. But he was still conscious. He hadn't taken a blow that heavy since that one time in Gambit's from the bear that called himself Khavel.

But Tobias wasn't getting up anytime soon to call himself the winner. He was in a world of pain. His left arm raised up and waved Lamina over, gesturing to his stomach. He had the wind knocked out of him. He couldn't scream in pain or call for help. Rakash had given his all there, recognizing his desperate straits. It was the right move...but it wasn't quite enough to claim the draw. The Terran had won a close one, but he had to borrow against the future to do it. And now the future had come to collect.

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"Stop!"
Lamina's little voice echoed loudly through the lobby, a command she hoped would be taken seriously despite her small size and lack of true authority over the sudden lobby brawl. Hopefully the giant would recognize that the fight was pointless to carry on, and the punches could stop. If so, Lamina rushed over to Tobias' side with a surprised look on her face. "Oh my god are you okay??"

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Tobias breathed slowly, carefully...raggedly. Blood dripped from his mouth on each exhalation, and he fell back against the wall in order to avoid renewing the agony from falling to one knee and doubling over. "N-not really...but you know...L-Lamina, you know best of all...I've had worse."

He reached gingerly towards his pocket, then thought better of it. "There's a cell phone in my pocket. Call the hospital and get me a room there, then under Contacts there's a Crystal Malari. Call her and tell her to meet me at the hospital. I...tell her I'll be..."

Tobias finally started coughing up blood before slumping to the floor, succumbing to pain and exhaustion even as his fingers were curled into the OK sign.

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So little Lamina reached into his pockets and retrieved his phone, dialing for the hospital.

She called and reserved a room, something she was admittedly not used to doing. Even more strange, however, was the second request. She looked for a Crystal Malari, and gave the number a call. She wondered if she should introduce herself; many knew who she was, and Crystal might not think too nicely of her.

The phone rang... should there be a response, Lamina's young voice would come through the other end. "Um... hello? Is this Crystal Malari?"

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No response. What was worse, was that Tobias himself was pretty much out cold. That left Lamina standing in the lobby, two fighters out cold from a spontaneous pre-game battle. Lamina was young and relatively small; moving either of the two was totally out of the equation. This was a situation she normally was not responsible for.
A few straggling spectators here and there... though it seemed everyone had suffered from the bystander effect.

Very well then... Lamina, in coming to terms with qb being out cold, had to call for the paramedics. Fortunately, however, the arena had a local team for such occasions, and were on the scene in two minutes flat. Both fighters would receive immediate care.

"Lamina, what did you do!?"

"Hey! It wasn't me, they started fighting!"

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Character Portrait: Aiya Character Portrait: Geist Character Portrait: Sacha Volkov Character Portrait: Lamina Manira Character Portrait: Lamina Character Portrait: Rakash
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Marcus was waiting for an opponent, sitting on a chair with a table in front of him. His helmet was resting on the table, his rifle at his side, and his baton in his hand. He was tapping the baton against his armor, thinking. He gets up and grabs his helmet, placing it on his head, and walks into the arena, not caring if there was a fight going on or not. He would watch.