Description
Michelangelo is what some might call, "Every woman's dream". He has a muscular build and lightly tanned skin, that compliments his brown hair that many have wished to comb their fingers through, as well as his light brown, almost golden, eyes that many have wished to stare deeply into. His deep, kind voice is almost always calm, soothing those that would hear it. More often than not, you will find him shirtless and training, the sweat from his workouts causing his skin to glisten in the sunlight.
Personality
Michelangelo is calm, and always kind, giving people the benefit of the doubt as he was brought up to by his grandfather. Never does he underestimate his opponents, but always gives them the utmost respect, and even offers to heal their wounds after a battle. Killing is not an option to him, unless there is no other possible way to avoid it...
Equipment
Michelangelo carries three blades with him, each hanging from his waist on the left side. Two of the blades are normal katanas, which he uses against most opponents. The third is a special blade, it being one of the 21 'Great Edges', past down to him by his grandfather. The blade's name is Shuusui...
Shuusui - It was the meitou of the Samurai Ryuuma. Its blade is black and its hand-guard has flower-like edges. It is designed to increase the damage potential of the user, but Michelangelo has commented that Shuusui's greatest attribute is its hardness; saying that even if a dinosaur were to step on it, the blade wouldn't bend or break. While it deals a heavy blow and is extremely hard, Shuusui has a few major problems of its own. Michelangelo describes Shuusui as having a temper, making it harder to wield. It is a heavy blade, adding to Michelangelo's attack, but decreasing his control...
During his travels from one place to the next, Michelangelo met a strange being in the forests between towns. Without warning, the man attacked, though Michelangelo was able to hold his own. The battle was fierce, and close, and all hope seemed lost, though he would come out victorious. The rewards of such a battle? One of the supreme edges; Juuchi Yosamu. He carries the long weapon on his back...
Juuchi Yosamu - A blade with an extreme pressure and presence that wraps around everyone within the vicinity, sending a cold chill up there spines. The blade is a Tachi, with a reversed blade, measuring to be over 30 inches long. It's silver, but holds a blueish gloss to it when any kind of light is reflected off of it. Very, very lightweight, it feels like a feather to a master who can wield it. The accuracy of such a blade is impeccable to a master, but to another, the accuracy is severely cut, becoming lesser than a dull blade.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”
Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Heralding Rymesis examined the Void Dust carefully. He's run across it before...but her looked around at the vast emptiness. He knew not where he was, but remembered where he should have been. After many a millennia, there would not be a soul that could transport him without his will. So he was a bit expected, despite his old bones and indifference towards certain adventurous proclivities.
"Well, I suppose Gambit's is no more." For that is the last thing he remembers.
He knew it was time to have a little fun. The divine nature of him being where he was certainly screamed 'higher power'. So, He was sure that meant there were new places to explore and to people to help. Or at the very least, new worlds to explore and pupils to be had. Explorers always came a knocking whenever he stayed anywhere too long.
"Oh Ho! Time to move it!" Heralding exclaimed.