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Spindel Peridot

"when you spend a couple thousand years in hibernation, you tend to forget some things."

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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, as played by Prinny

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Name: Spindel Peridot
The Crystal Vanguard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8rWfPPrKJ0
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“when you spend a couple thousand years in hibernation, you tend to forget some things.”

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Age: “To be truthful, I have no idea.”
Years awake: 17. Years alive: 3739.

Place of Birth: “All I remember was there were lots of caves and trees.”
Chetwyn (A mountanous town in northern British Columbia, Canada).

Gender: “Lemme just...Yup, I'm still a boy.”
Male

Sexuality: “What do I like? Thats easy! I like.......uh oh.”
Though isolation, has lost all sexual preferences. This can be easily rekindled though.

Race: “Well, I would say human if not for the right side of my body.”
By being infused with the crystal's energy for so many years, he's become a human/crystal hybrid known as a Gemwraith.

Spoken Languages: English, a bit of Spanish.

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Appearance: Clocking in at 5'2” and only weighing 100 pounds, Spindel isn't exactly the large for his age, a fact he is painfully aware of. Messy brown hair sits upon his head, hiding a pair of soft, pink eyes. Due to the crystal's influence, his features have an unnatural sharpness to them, making his body look a lot more angular then it's supposed to be. This makes him look older and more rugged then he actually is.

The entire right side of his lithe but firm frame is composed of nigh-indestructable blue crystals, a unique form of symbiote that has linked itself to his nervous system and replaced his flesh. These crystals react to Spindel's mood, sprouting more with hightened emotions and receding back when calm.

His clothes consist of the same ones he was wearing when he fell into stasis. A long billowing coat flows underneath a crimson scarf, both specially designed to fight the cold of underground caverns. Under those lie his normal adventuring clothes, a skin-tight black shirt and blue jeans. His feet are adorned with simple running shoes.
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[left]Likes:
Stones and crystals
Adventure
Taking risks
Dancing
Cooking, especially sweets
Being the center of attention.

Dislikes:
Being bored
Rules
Large crowds
Bright lights
Being impolite

Strengths:
Pure physical strength (in right arm and leg).
Very agile
Makes friends easily
Able to think on his feet
Great at climbing, swimming, ect..
Very good at resisting mind-altering affects/temptation through the crystal's influence.

Weaknesses:
Very reckless
Deathly scared of spiders
Won't leave a man behind
Not used to the strength of his right limbs
Knowledge of technology is limited to public access in 1970
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Weapons:
Though proficient in the use of small knives, Spindel relies on his physical strength and gemcraft to see him through encounters.

Technology:
As a boy from 1973, Spindel's technological knowledge is very small. The most advanced things he can operate are an old fashioned television and phone.

Powers:
The crystals inhabiting his body allow him to use Gemcraft, a type of magic unique to Gemwraiths. Gemcraft works by altering the elemental properties of the crystals in the user's body, creating different conduits for the user and crystal's natural magic energy. This energy is then expelled through the crytal. These property changes are called Dazzles.

Because of the unique nature of these process, no two Dazzles are the same. If you used a Dazzle that creates a pillar of fire one day, the next it might be a large fireball and the day after that it might be a small concentrated beam.

Because of his human orgin, Spindel must rely on the crystal's magical power to use Dazzles. If the crystals run out of power, using any further Dazzles will drain the host's life force and could very possibly kill him.

At this point in time, Spindel is only able to use four different Dazzles but new ones may be gained at anytime, be it through accident, experimentation or being hit with an elemental attack.

List of Dazzles:

Ruby: This Dazzle allows the user to create fire and raise temperatures. When chosen, the crystals become scarlet. When activated, all crystals light on fire. This fire can be launched as a ranged attack or channeled into an area. Burns on contact.

Sapphire: This Dazzle allows the user to create ice and lower temperatures. When chosen, the crystals become a much darker blue. When activated, all crystals are covered in frost and small icicles grow in random places. Icicles can be thrown as a ranged attack or make an area slippery. Can freeze things through contact.

Emerald: This Dazzle hightens the user's senses and allows flight. When chosen, the crystals become bright green. When activated, small eyes open inside each crystal granting 360 degree vision. These crystals also emit bursts of air, allowing for controlled flight.

Citrine: This Dazzle allows the user to create an electrical current. When chosen, the crystals become bright yellow. When activated, electricity can be clearly seen running though the crystals and a low humming sound fills the air. Lightning bolts and be thrown as a ranged attack and electrifies on contact.
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[Back-story]
Family:
Daniel Peridot/ Father/ Dead
Mariam Peridot/ Mother/ Dead

Connections and Affiliations: None.

History prior to The Garden:
When you live in quiet mountain town, nothing really exciting happens. You might get the odd cool thing now and then but realistically, nothing happens. This was the only thing Spindel hated about Chetwyn other then the universal one that it was too damn cold. The only reason he had to be up here in the first place was because his parents were helping build a tunnel for a new highway and they didn't trust his drug addict of a neighbor. The next three months were looking to be the most boring of his life.

That is, until he found the caverns.

To fight off the impending boredom, Spindel spent his time exploring the untouched woodland around the town. It was on one of these fateful forays that he stumbled on a small cave dug into the side of the mountain, an eerie blue light just beyond it's frigid walls. Without a second thought, he plunged into the maw of the earth and into it's depths.

The cavern was huge and filled to the brim with pulsing crystals of all shapes, sizes and colors. Some of the crystals burned to the touch, others were cold and one even caused him to float into the sky! This cave was clearly a new world wonder and most importantly, his.

Every day Spindel explored more of the cavern, always in a constant state of awe at the sheer beauty of his discovery. It wasn't long before he began to hear voices in his head, telling him about the crystals and the best route to find new ones. Spindel brushed this off as his own intuition until they began getting louder. The change began gradual, increasing at a pace that wasn't noticable unless you remained in the cave for an hour or two but soon, the voices were booming in his head, urging him deeper and deeper into the heart of the cave.
The center of the cavern was simply a a dark hole that reached down into nothingness. The walls of this hole were so studded with gems and crystals you wouldn't think there was a wall at all. A small ledge sat across from the entrance tunnel.

And sitting on it was a small girl.

The girl was young, seven years old at the most, but wore the eyes of an old man, ancient totems filled with wisdom and knowledge. Spindel reached out for the girl as the ground beneath him crumbled, sending him shooting down into the abyss.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing Spindel saw was a large crystal decending from above and the girl's smile, wise beyond her years.

So begins...

Spindel Peridot's Story

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He was floating. This was the first thing that Spindel Peridot noticed after he fell into an endless chasm and was crushed by a falling crystal. A soft humming seemed to move through the air, sending tingles of energy down the confused boy's spine. Slowly, his eyes opened to discern his surroundings. Hazy mist flowed sleepily around him, changing colors with the whimsy of a young child. Above and below him were small pockets of empty space, black blobs that looked weirdly out of place among the vibrant tendrils of the haze. The whole place held a certain drowsy feeling as if one would simply curl up and fall asleep from it's influence.

Fighting off sleep, Spindel cupped his hands behind his head.

"Am I dead?"he asked, not expecting an answer. He certainly didn't feel dead. In fact, he felt more lively then ever. Swinging his legs up, Spindel flipped in the air to hang upside down. It was a surprisingly natural position, as if his own feet could control gravity. The drowsiness began to creep in again with the mist's smoky tendrils and able to fight it no longer, Spindel slept.

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As he awoke for the first time, Spindel was surprised to see he was still being held in the mist. He'd thought for sure that he'd have reached heaven or be reincarnated or whatever happens when you die by now. He wiggled his fingers and toes to make sure he could still move when an soft, unfamiliar clink echoed through space. His curious gaze was met with blue digits instead of flesh ones.
This did not scare the boy, merely amazed him. They moved as his own and felt like his own but they could not be, it wasn't possible.

"Then again, neither is all this." He gestured to his surroundings, the mist swirling through his newly changed fingers and toes like a friendly snake. Spindel's soft pink eyes reflected in his new acquisitions once more before he drifted back into his slumber.

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Upon his second awakening, Spindel was happy to see the strange growth had spread up his arm and leg to reach their respective joints. The blue surface was now big enough he could see his face reflected for the first time since he died. The boy smiled back at himself. He was much more handsome then he remembered....or was he? He scratched his head in frustration. Why couldn't he remember this of all things?

Thinking back, he recounted all the things in his memory. His name was Spindel Peridot, he lived in Chetwyn, he was a boy and he was dead. A sense of dread washed over him as the rest of the details of his life seemed to allude him. Had he been a king or a pauper? Did he have someone that loved him? These questions and more burned through his skull in vain. He simply couldn't remember. The only constant thing in this realm was the swirling of the mist coiling around his arms. In fact, the mist seemed to be moving a bit faster then before. Sleep grabbed him again and whisked him away.

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"I wonder why I died" Spindel questioned. "Surely there were others worse then I." He had been awake for a while this time though it didn't seem to matter. Time flowed differently in purgatory. This was the conclusion that he'd come upon about his surroundings. The gods didn't know where to put him so he was stuck here. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least it was relaxing.

The mist's pace had quickened over the time he spent asleep, going from a babbling brook to a roaring river. It also now seemed to prefer the color red, as if it was hinting at something urgent. The crystal coating had moved past his shoulder and was beginning to branch onto his chest, neck and hips. Pindel felt more powerful then he ever had before but that was nothing compared to the burning need to find his memories. This time, sleep grabbed him rather forcefully, yanking him down into slumber.

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A large crack split the skies, filling the empty black spaces with a brilliant white light. The mist seemed to shriek in terror, dispersing in all directions to reveal what used to be human. What had once been flesh was now unbreakable crystal that pulsed with an eerie light from some source of power far within it's gems. Spindel shielded his eyes from the light to see what could disturb his deep slumber.

Above him, a large white panel had been removed from the skies. Fear crept into his bones as large, clawed fingers gripped the side of the opening as if to pull it wider. The fingers were followed by an old, gnarled hand and behind that, a wrinkly arm. The hand descended on the terrified boy, enclosing him in it's grasp and pulling him away from his sanctuary.

"No!" He screamed. "No! Please don't take me! I don't want to leave!" But his cries were unanswered as the hand carried him from his prison into the world beyond.

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"Hmmm, he seems a little half-baked. Don't you think so Zarongel?"

"Yes but we've run out of time. He had to come out of stasis now or we're all doomed."

"Yeah but do you think what we left him is enough? I mean it's not even-"

"Shhh, he's waking up!"

Spindel awoke to the voices. His eyes fluttered, desperate to catch sight of life that wasn't his own. Instead however, his gaze was met by an empty room adorned with millions of pulsing crystals and a floor completely made of gemstones. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. His hand flew to his mouth to catch an oncoming yawn when he was surprised to find interference. He turned to the nearest crystal and for the first time in god knows how long, did not behold his own reflection. Though half of it was him, the other was completely crystallized. He touched his cheeks in amazement as the crystals shrunk back into his face, revealing soft, pale skin underneath.

Turning back to the chamber he'd previously been in, all that remained was a large white gemstone. The entrance was a perfect square, as if it had been cut out with power tools. The inside was nothing different from the outside. Smooth, round and empty all except for one tiny detail. A small stone sitting in the bottom of the pod. The stone glowed with a bright light, constantly changing colors like the fog in his dreams. Without a second thought, Spindel picked up the stone.

Knowledge forced itself into his skull. The memories of his past all became clear like he had lived them yesterday and the future suddenly became clear. A girl named Evangeline, a wedding, three children, his deathbed, these images flew past him as the torrent continued. His arm began to change colors spasmodically, going from red to blue to red to green to yellow to blue.
He knew what they were and he knew what he was. a Gemwraith. One who is one with the crystals.

And as soon as it began, it ended, the now pasty grey gem falling lifelessly to the ground. Spindel slouched to the ground, placed his back on a very warm red crystal and began to cry. Everyone he had loved was dead. Anyone who had loved him was dead. The entire world could be dead and he wouldn't know because he was trapped in this god forsaken cave!

Wiping his tears away, Spindel walked silently to the only wall in the room not covered in crystals. A large carving of a doorway was set into the stone but with no visible handles. Drawing his armor-clad fist back, the wall shook under the impact of his blow but gave no sign of giving. He tried again. And again. And again. He tried until he couldn't stand. But that didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but one thing.

He was going to escape from this cave.

The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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KH4.Z1X


He had issued a challenge and the prey had accepted, charging at him with ignited blade and reckless abandon. The spark fancied himself a roaring flame, he would be shown his folly. He dodged under the charge moments before the attack reached him, bringing up a fist towards his opponents exposed gut with locked elbow, the prey would not survive. However it was not to be, a greater prey had arrived and fastened its hand around his wrist, the blow did not connect however the hidden burst of blue flames projected forth as intended and engulfed the area his original opponent had occupied, before he could react an elbow smashed into his helm and he found himself bouncing along the ground until his fist found purchase and allowed him to halt the movement.

A small crack ran across his visor and extended on to the left side of his helm. When the dust finally settled, the man from earlier stood just in front of the flames, but he looked younger with blonde hair and a lack of facial hair, it was no matter he had an opponent. He analyzed the mans weaponry, two obsidian gauntlets double the size of the mans actual appendages tipped with glowing claws, where the gauntlets ended at the elbow a torrent of pure white energy flowed. Not unlike his own steam did, except it seemed to have another purpose, scales of some description growing across the mans skin from the points the light made contact.

He had the luck of facing Aizen, his enemies leader. It was fortunate luck was not something that even entered his mind.

Hexagons of black ran through his suits arms, copying Aizen's gauntlets and stopping just before his elbows, they were fully re-enforced and the battle was to begin. His opponent made the first move,darting across the battlefield and swinging a fist directly at the hunters helm again, a blow that was returned in sync as a metal arm collided with the mans gut. An audible crack rung out and both opponents were sent back several meters from each other, blood splattered the sands and his helm had caved in at the left cheek.

The two continued to trade blows, fists occasionally colliding and spreading the force out across the terrain, tearing through the sands and glassing the area around them, whirs of steam and pulsations of light flinging around the battle-field every time the two collided, both sent flying and eventually colliding again further away until they arrived in an area away from the battlefield. So that had been his plan, regardless the two stood across from each-other and scans of his opponents vitals showed that he was losing. Aizen had several broken ribs and blood trickled down his fore-head due to a fractured skull, but his own armour was shattered and caved in several places.

The hunters helm was half destroyed and both his right rib-cage and right leg armour had been torn apart. Aizen stood across from him and with a sudden pulsation of light charged, an act that KH4 mimicked with his steam to meet him in the centre of their glass battlefield. The two black gauntlets collided in the centre and parted as Aizen slammed them into the ground, smashing a crater into the glass below and sending shrapnel into both fighters, a gauntlet swung through the dust and was caught by a black metal hand, the blow returned in kind and traded with legs, elbows and eventually a punch that shattered the hunters gauntlet entirely.

Aizen roared once and leaped forward, swinging a fist back-handed towards the hunter, who swiftly leaped into the air and re-enforced his leg in a flash as it slammed down onto Aizen's skull with full force. There was a sickening crunch and roar as the ground around the fighters erupted into the air, he had won, his prey stumbled on what little platform remained and suddenly threw an upper-cut that collided with the helm to shatter its jaw.

Stunned KH4 stumbled backwards, met with a roar as the mans left gauntlet was brought back to slam into his chest, the other meeting his arm, his skull, a knee slamming into his left thigh to give his opponent enough leverage to smash a twisting kick into the hunters jaw that rocked his head backwards. This couldn't be happening, he would not fail, he could beat Aizen! He looked up as his vision cleared and saw a brief explosion of light that engulfed the entirety of the area behind Aizen, before with perfect footing a bent right arm launched itself forward to collide with what remained of his chest armour.

The sands and glass and scorched earth surrounding the far off combatants did not erupt, it simply ceased to be. Obliterated in its entirety aside from a small stone platform that Aizen stood on, his fist still connected to his foe until a shock-wave erupted forth, shattering what remained of his foes armour and sending him flying back into the battlefield with a slicing gust of wind. A black slug-like being colliding with the earth inside a large group of husks, the wind that followed slicing them into mere piles of dark meat.

The leader of The Nameless slowly made his way back to the battle-field, his weapons slowly falling away as chunks of black stone that rolled into the sands he leaped across, and as the last stone hit the earth and he arrived back at the defensive line, the large slug faded out in a blue light.


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Apex frowned to himself as the insect flitted across his vision to land upon his right shoulder, a large slug he knew to be KH4.Z1X, his hunter. Fading into existence upon his palm and with what he could only assume was an apologetic movement, slinking itself into his armour and settling within a small compartment designed like its armour, to perfectly replicate its home environment.

His husks were few in number and spread out, it would not be long before this battle was over and not in their favor. Were it not a loss on his records it would not bother him, this battle was not his after all. He raised a hand to order a halt of his officers and growled "We return to our base, we have lost this battle. However as a parting gift, Raylee, Revive the husks on the left of the battlefield and the right. Bless the current numbers weaponry, I will have them lose more men before this is through." It was little more then a quarter of their number, but it would give them time to Finish off a few more members and leave unabated. The Leonal did as he was commanded and a holy light washed across the battle-field, clinging to the husks weapons and armour as it picked the rest up from their possible third deaths.

The rest of his officers muttered their own distaste but dare not question him, most understood his orders, others simply did not care. The Large Golem Vorin in particular let out a loud rumble that could be mistaken for a cry of attack, leaning down and reaching out from his current position to scoop up his allies and place them upon his chest just below the large crest. They would observe the battle from here before making their way to their masters, mainly for the sake of honor. To leave before the battle was complete was true cowardice.

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The beginning of the end, the end of the beginning.


It was with a bang, and not a whimper, that a new being arrived to the field of battle. His stitched and scraggly top hat perching perfectly atop his head and a mask that hid his features jolting slightly as he thumped into the ground just ahead of The Nameless defensive line gracefully. His limbs not reacting to the fall he had partaken of from the outer edges of this material plane as he strode forward with the tapping of a cane held loosely in one gloved hand, it was mere moments after he landed that the entire ground upon his landing point was eviscerated along with the husks that had arrived. A cavernous hole created and flooding with the sands slowly as he proceeded to walk towards the main combat and its participants, a husk with glowing blade leaped towards him, and was swiftly met with an elbow to the jaw that surely would have sent the creature flying. Had there been any creature left to move, however instead the man lowered his elbow and continued walking with the world perpetually slowed around him.

He eventually arrived at his destination and removed his top hat and mask, propping them upon his cane which he lodged into the ground at the centre of the battlefield. However despite his entirely uncovered features no matter what way you looked at him, it was obvious he had a face and head, features like any other being, yet none could be seen and nothing was truly visible. Not even an out-line of hair, and yet it was certain he was not bald, his teeth and glowing red eyes were visible however, both horrifyingly sharp and equally able to rend flesh from bone. However it was with presentation of these teeth in an impossible grin as he removed and began the placement of these objects which began the beginning of the end, a strange dark aura manifesting in reality behind him, he kicked the cane up from the ground and allowed it to fly carelessly into the battlefield with his personal affects, and began his work.


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He first launched himself into the nearest armoured husk, leaping into the air and slamming a knee into its skull, a hand reaching behind it to grasp its ally to use its own head as a pivotal point, a point he used to spin his body in a hurricane of kicks that crashed through husks and sent waves of wind that tore through rows of their brethren beyond the initial point. Upon landing he flashed far across the battle field and planted his footing solidly upon the sands, an open palm and rigid fingers meeting a husks spine as the momentum of his travel passed into it with full force, along with several thousand volts of electricity that chained across the immediate area, his eyes met a group fleeing to the back line, a monkey woman receiving the full penetrating gaze he laid upon the collective group.

He continued to flash all across the battlefield, elbows, knees, fists and palms colliding with husks at a rapid pace in dozens of fighting styles. Each impact shaking the entire battlefield or passing some form of power along through the enemy lines until eventually mere seconds after his arrival half of the enemies remaining forces had been wiped out, he finished off one more blessed husk with a flipping kick that left him sailing through the air in the opposite direction to its skull. It was with a light thump then that his top hat returned to his head and the mask landed perfectly in his coat pocket, the cane spinning and landing in his out-stretched hand as he floated above the remaining fighters.

With a graceful spin he landed upon the ground and brought two hands together, a clap ringing out that silenced all other noise as the man, or perhaps the creature ,placed its hands swiftly upon the ground, a dark energy flowing through its finger tips for a moment before it stood. Corrected its top hat and its tie and deftly stepped out of the way of a fountain of blood to its left, one that was simultaneous across the battlefield as the remaining army erupted into a fountain of gore and destroyed armour. An eruption that was followed by a shock-wave of shaking earth and immensely strong wind that threatened to blow away those who were uncharacteristically weak. The silence that had flooded the battlefield finally lifting with a roar of noise.

It was with this final hurrah that the man dissipated entirely, a piece of parchment floating down to a certain marble skinned Incubus bait within the field, containing a name of an inn, and the blood enscribed symbol that almost whispered its own name "Apocalys". In the distance atop the hill which all this had begun, the retreating head of a temple like Golem could be seen, the Grasslands clear of all its hostile life.