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Rishu

An Exiled Airbender

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

Description

Name: Rishu

Race:Male(Airbender)

Sex: Male

Age: 34

Weight: 250

Height: 6'3"

Hair color and stlye: Bald

Eye color: Blue

Piercings/Tatoos/markings (if any): Tatoos covering his arms and back of the Airbender arrows..

Personality: Rigid and very confrontational.

Habits: Stretching

Social Background/Stereotype: Grew up with the monks but was exiled for his radical ideas.
Bad experiences:

Best memory: The first time he took flight.

Skills: Airbending, staff fighting, sonic bending and close quarters combat.

Things they find difficult: Graceful fighting.

Appearance: Image

History: Rishu was born in the western air temple. He lived there 100 years before the great war. He was a fast learner around 24 he was named an airbending master but he was developing a new form of airbending. He began to experiment with sound waves. This was a much more forceful form of bending. The high monks banned him from their order. Rishu was outraged and nearly took out a section of the temple before he was forced to retreat after many of the benders in the temple responded. He began to wander the world and plotting his revenge that unknown to him would never come.

So begins...

Rishu's Story

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#, as written by Zarhara
A gust of wind blew the bar door open and a man walked into the bar. His head and body adorned black tattoos mostly of arrows. Upon his hips 2 hilts could be seen each holding a curved blade. The man then noticed the wind that blew open and spoke. Well this place is mighty odd.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Rishu looked toward the wind. "I am an Exile a channeler of the air. "He said in a rather calm voice there was a hint of frustration. "What are you? One of the Spirits?" He remarked.

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#, as written by Zarhara
"Scared?" He laughed at this, "I am not scared of the air, but maybe you are scared of me." He stated. He glanced around he still could not physically the entity but he began to breath slowly as he considered his options.

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#, as written by Zarhara
"So you are afraid of me, good." He said a smirk appearing across his face. He cracked his hands. "Any why should I tell you my fears?" He asked and listened to the other request. "Friends? You must be insane you are the wind to me your just an instrument of my power." He said the smirk disappearing from his face.

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#, as written by Zarhara
"Interesting..." He said as he watched the bird land on his shoulder. "But you must understand something I don't trust you but you will see." He said pausing. "I was exiled by my people. I discovered a new extension of airbending they said It was radical they called my an abomination. My rage consumed me I feared this rage but once it consumed my my fear was gone. I over came my fear gave in." He said a hint of anger in his voice. "But it has not corrupted my as one might believe it has enlightened me." He walked over to a stool and took a seat. "Now do you understand?" He asked.

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#, as written by Zarhara
"I suppose." He said as he looked around then back to the crow. He still had no idea what this place was or how he got here but he suppose that could wait. He was interested to see what this wind had to say.

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#, as written by Zarhara
"Hmmm" Rishu said. "And what is your purpose?" He asked him, "So you work for him?" He asked, "Also um Where am I?" He said rather bluntly. He looked over to Riley and studied him before looking back to the crow.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Rishu thought about what he said, he realized this must be some form of trap. "What if I could help you?" He asked a look of curiosity across his face. "Would your master be willing to accept my, I do ah have another ability other than controlling the air. As he said this he exhaled sharply and a high pitched whine screeched through the air.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Rishu nodded and watched as the crow disappeared. He then got up and walked out the door himself. He might as well explore this city while he had the chance. This place was already proving odd for him.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Rishu pushed the door to the bar opened with a gust of wind and looked around. Back to this establishment it seems. He thought bitterly as he walked across the room and took a seat at the bar. He reached for the menu and ordered a cup of tea as he surveyed his surroundings.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Rishu watched as the bubbles split. "Who is the fool bending these bubbles?" He asked aloud as he looked over the patrons. This place was strange though he had seen stranger things before.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Hellfire Colosseum: Gates

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The day had finally come.

As the contestants continued their uneventful or adventurous lives, a single portal appeared before them. Scorching heat, like a furnace, leeched from the swirling orange and black mass. The portal beckoned them like a sinful lover. It was time. it was time for them to venture where no mortal had traversed for eons. It was time for them to compete against their fellow champions of the Universe - for fame, glory, power, and fortune. It was time for blood to spill in the most violent city in Creation.

A dark ruined city, long lost by time and swallowed by the demonic plain, was laid out before them. Sulfuric clouds gripped the city like a dense fog. Fallen angels soared through the half-ruined Gothic spires that burned in eternal inferno. The city was illuminated by the crimson glow of bonfires and hellish energy that resonated from the felbricks that formed the scorched streets.

Numerous creatures of living darkness walked the streets. They looked like jackals, or lions, but stood on their hind legs as would a man. Cloaks of black flames caressed their mangy flesh and hides. Black scalding plate covered them from paw to neck as their "hands" gripped great scimitars, shields, spears, and broadswords. They snarled and growled at the strange beings that intruded their domain.

Other creatures were scattered amongst the jackal beings. Some resembled great vultures and birds of prey, but stood on two muscular taloned legs. Their toned arms doubled as dark feathered wings. Clenched in the beasts’ clawed hands were javelins crafted from a dark metallic material. Several similar weapons rested in a sack on their backside and others wielded bow and quiver. Sickly squawks croaked from their black beaks while glowing red eyes glared at the contestants, unblinking.

Living shadows, born and crafted from suffering, sorrow, hatred, and rage, shifted through the crowd. They simultaneously remained chained to the earth. Long arms, with enormous claws protruding from them, dangled at the sides of their shimmering black bodies. In the distance echoes the screams of a hundred thousand souls writhing in eternal fire.

So was the City of Dis - The City of the Damned.

The demonic entities filed passed the newly arrived contestants, who had materialized on an enormous stone bridge. A bottomless abyss, filled with eternal darkness, lurked beneath the railingless construct. Two glowing red metallic gates laid ahead of them. Wicked barbs and razor sharp spikes protrude outward from the doors. Surrounded by iron walls of stockades, the large structure had the appearance of a massive fortress. The only thing that betrayed this impression was the dense packs of fallen angels, demons, and other creatures that funneled into the building.

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#, as written by Marcus
"What in the name of Hoarcrux is this nonsense!" Bigsby shouted as he looked upon the denizens of Hell with little to no concern for their being or as to why he was coaxed away from a rather wonderful cup of tea and the company of a rather small Halfling named Jesmer. The elderly wizard with gnarled hands holding onto his staff simply glared at the others present from beneath his magnificently mammoth hat as if they were the reason to blame only to then look up to the orb that he carried just to frown and shake his head.

"Hells Bells I do hate interruptions....very well I suppose that the extraction of our little friend will just have to wait." It was nothing that could not wait a bit longer and now that Bigsby was thinking about it there was a tournament that offered rather uninteresting prizes and a chance to show the world once again what a true wizard could achieve with the right amount of time and study. So with little to do now the wizard simply began to walk forward towards the gates with one hand upon his staff which he used to aid in this short journey and his other simply resting on his spellbook.

"Well what are we waiting on! Lets get this party started. Do you think they have some kind of service before the start of all this as I am rather famished and thirsty." Bigsby began to laugh a bit while thinking about the meal he was going to partake in while with the Halfling. "Also do you think if at all possible there will be a chance to get some reading done? I hear Hell has a rather wicked library set up down here."

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This world smelled like his prison. This was not something the Dragon Prince took lightly. A realm of pain, flame, and the vile scents of the damned. He'd left all this, been freed of all this by a descendant of his kind no more than mere weeks ago. However...this was not his prison. He had not returned to the abyssal holding box outside of reality, the accursed Shell Eternal that had held draconic demi-god for eons. No...this was somewhere far more...hospitable...for the Demon of his Kind.

In truth, Faas had no need for the tournament, nor its prizes. However, this would prove to be a quint exercise. With the demonic beings surrounding him pushed aside of course, it was obvious that the others who had been transported here with him were at least beings of sufficient power enough to serve the Prince of Fear admirably. That would be enough. Recruitment, and exercise, to stretch his long neglected body, mind, and malice. A chance to prove to himself that his power had not, and would not, be a relic of the past.

...So many things had happened to his beloved and hated Terra in the ages he had slept. The way of the sword, while still used by many, was all but forgotten, and the art of magic was constantly being pushed aside by 'technology'. People traversed the stars, and beings from the stars warred constantly with each other, his world being caught in the crossfire time and time again. He'd observed it all, through his own eyes, scrying, and through combing at the memories of others who dared to impede his progress. The history of his world had progressed much further than Kulaan could've ever predicted. Still...this place would serve a function...would serve a cause...

Each step Faas Kulaan took towards the gates, his did so in silence...

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#, as written by Zarhara
Out of one of the portals came a gust of air. Rishu stepped out and was faced with what surely must be hell. The place was dark with an eerie fiery glow lava and shadows seemed to envelope the city. He walked out as if the sights did not perturb him. He wanted to win this.

He had been banished from his home he was an exile but this was only the beginning of a new chapter. He didn't care about all of the lesser prizes he wanted to win. He needed that wish, once he got it he would be a force to be reckoned with.

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#, as written by Kronos
He was the killer of Demons, perhaps even of gods. Ibn had seen and done it all in the immaterium. He could kill a man with a thought. So could his friends.

"Danger Ibn Saud-"

"Shut up." Ibn cut off the floating skull servitor mid-sentence. A swirling orange and black portal appeared in front of the assembled men from Psyker Team Gamma and Special Circumstances. Ibn felt the blast of heat on his face.

"Go right after me," he said to the servitor, and walked right into hell. Ibn's reality slipped away and a new one appeared around him.

"Smells like rotten eggs." He said after taking his first breath of stale air. Ibn pulled down the visor on his Atlas powered armor and locked down the airtight, watertight. The crystal visor quickly adapted to the low light, changing from dark silver to bright orange in a wave of color. "Flush." The Atlas powered armor cycled the atmosphere in Ibn's helmet, getting of the awful sulfur smell. He hoped the clouds would abate during their stay.

"Fuck, you'd think the Lord of Dis could do better." Ibn's armorer agreed. Without a fancy helmet, he resorted to covering his face with the top of his shirt. The rest of Ibn's entourage followed him. A Technocratic Armored Forces Medic accompanied the armorer. Two of the Psyker Team Gamma had come along for moral support. They nearly stood on Ibn's level. A shadowy man from Special Circumstances had tagged along. He didn't talk as much. Finally, the servitor floated behind them, hauling their small train of luggage - armor, arms, equipment, and food.

Ibn and his entourage approached the gates.

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#, as written by Varden
[Altitude: 500 Metra]

The Varden are known in many parts of the universe as elite soldiers, peacekeepers of Ayenee and Eden. They are not known for their huge battle fleets or their vast numbers. They are recognized for their skill and the technology they wield, technology that required tens of thousand of years to develop, equipment that resulted from the culmination of five distinct galactic empires, and the archeological relics of civilizations far advanced and long since vanished into the cold dark void. Among their members are those of a smaller and even more elite company of men and women. This company, this group is known as Core Concord, the Varden Core.

Those that train the cadets are known as helldivers. They are so named because the training grounds upon which they shape their students reside within the lower planes of existence. The members of the core train in the most hellish of environments imaginable. Many come close to breaking under such duress, some do, and madness infects their minds. Those that survive are hardened of mind, toughened of body, and reinforced of spirit to a degree un-measurable by the mortal scales of man. Those that live and remain whole are stripped of the blue, gold, and white. Those that live are pinned with the red badge, the badge of Core Concord.

Helldivers do not stroll lightly into the abyss. Helldivers fall and like a helldiver, Aaric fell. He fell as the wretched souls of the damned did but among them he was the only one who was not naked to the inferno and among them he was the only one armed.

[Altitude: 400 Metra] 'Detecting dangerous atmospheric chemicals; phosgene, chlorine, sulfur, methane, coal gas, fluorine, arsine, etc. in hazardous but non-lethal concentrations. Self-contained and adaptive filtration system coming online.', EGO relayed to him. The PDS cleared the contents of his helmet and pumped a mix off cool clean atmospheric gasses across his face.

EGO, Enviromental Guardian Online is symbiotic neuro-muscular bionetic implant. Most Varden had this advanced artificial intelligence hardwired into their heads. Among other things it acted as an assistant and normally kept a user connected to a shared net via broad and cycling out-of-band faster-than-light communications.

[Altitude: 300 Metra] EGO targeted a safe touch down location. Aaric had to tilt forward and guide himself with outstretch hands to get into position. 'Connection to central hub, Inaya lost. Attempting to reconnect.', EGO relayed. Aaric just grumbled. 'Subspace or transplanar relay not found. Connection to central hub, Inaya failed.', EGO finished. 'Search local based on current observed data.', Aaric replied in his head as he continued to fall. 'City of Dis - The City of the Damned. No city plan in local memory. The fortress of the sixth circle of hell and encompassing the sixth through the nine circles of the nine circles of hell. A city of heretics, murderers, suicides, blasphemers...', EGO would have continued but was interrupted by Aaric.

[Altitude: 200 Metra] 'Skip current fact and continue.', he thought simply. 'Quote - We moved toward the city, secure in our holy cause, and beheld such a fortress. And on every hand I saw a great plain of woe and cruel torment. Bitter tombs were scattered with flame made to glow all over, hotter than iron need be for any craft. And such dire laments issued forth as come only from those who are truly wretched, suffering and forever lost! - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy.', EGO ended her communication. Aaric just chuckled at the quote.

[Altitude: 100 Metra] Aaric would make the bridge just outside the great gates. He had guided himself as he fell through the thick, nearly poisonous air to avoid the pits of molten rock, liquid iron, boiling blood, spikes, pikes, and serrated wire that spread nearly endlessly across the landscape below him. 'Warning! Deploy inertial dampeners. Warning!', EGO and the alarm chirped in his mind as his HUD flashed red. He just tucked his chin, crossed his arms, and brought his legs and feet under his body. The suit he wore was then engulfed in crackling energy. His speed seemed to remain the same and when he hit the ground outside the door it should have surely shattered the bridge but he and the ground upon which he landed were no worse for the impact.

He stood from a crouch and tilted his head to his left and then right, identifying some who were not native to this place. Behind the visor plate of the PDS, Aegis VP102 his identity was hidden. It was his assumption that not all of the combatants had arrived and that those that had already made their presence known would be made to wait for a few stranglers.

metra - approximately one meter, 9 metra = 10 meters.

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#, as written by Lobos
Striding through the portal with his typical swagger, Zachariah Grimm flipped tossed a single use cell off the bridge just to watch it sink out of sight. Shrugging, he ignored his fellow contestants for a time, studying the surroundings with a smirk. Eyeballing the locals, he waggled his fingers, then turned a single particular digit up, laughing. The man himself seemed out of place, compared to his fellows. Standing over six feet, his powerful build was clearly bared by his lack of shirt, save for a layer of chain mesh over his stomach. Heavy gauntlets covered his forearms, more of the mesh continuing to mid biceps on either arm. Simple, billowed leggings covered his legs, leading to sandals on his feet.

He looked no more than a martial artist, save the odd features of his face. His one visible eye was inverted in color, the schlera black while the pupil was white. His other eye could not be discerned, hidden behind an eyepatch. Yet from him radiated an unsettling presence, a feel of primal fear. After several minutes, he finally regarded the rest of the contestants, and despite whether they stood taller or smaller than himself, he gave the impression he was looking down on them.

Zach muttered. "What a rag-tag bunch." Shaking his head, he glanced around once again. "Wonder if they're planning on letting us fight here. If so, this place is so gonna get trashed."

Arrogant as ever, the man simply crossed his arms, waiting impatiently.

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There was initially a festering, swirling mass of multicolored energies. These energies swirled menacingly in the hellish skies, before they dropped a swirling vortex of energy and fire on the ground directly in the center of the group. There was a clap of thunder and a shock-wave emanating out in all directions.

There was a brief silence, a disgusting, hulking mass standing there in silence. This beast could be described as man and machine, flesh and organs crudely riveted and welded to metal and cybernetic plates.

On the creature's right shoulder, was a large magnetic acceleration cannon, a railgun hard-wired directly into the creature's powered armor and body. Resting on the creature's left shoulder was a slender, attractive woman in a rather revealing outfit. The only startling difference was half of her face seemed to be comprised of cybernetics and machinery, and her eyes were a shimmering blood red.

With a delicate jump, she landed on the ground and brought her gaze up to the other contestants.

As she landed, she took sight of her surroundings, as text scrolled across her field of vision. "Dis, City of the damned, home once more." She said, extending her hand, and forming an inky black crystal from nothing.

She smiled, and brought her gaze directly on Zach. "Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance." She said, before she stepped forward, the disgusting mass of flesh and machine taking a step forward as well.

"You will all soon be mine, the wages of defeat is assimilation... resistance is futile."

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#, as written by Marcus
The elderly wizard turned around to look at all that arrived thus far. It was apparent though at first that the competition was going to be, in the words of a stranger, a rather royal pain in the ass. From what Bigsby could tell thus far that due to a physical confrontation with this lot there would be several occasions that the wizard would be punched and eviscerated all in due time and it would also be safe to assume from the constructs that might as well been Warforged psion sorcerers for all he knew.

'What a rather lovely bunch." Bigsby murmured only to then glance up at the orb that sat atop of his staff and shook his head in disagreement for a second. "And what if I do decimate the playing field?!?! Most of these poor sods are going to want my head!!"

The elderly wizard seemed rather strange as he was yelling in tongues at his staff he carried only to then turn to the rest of the group for a second allowing his crystal blue orbs for eyes scan over the entire group as if inspecting them like a piece of meat. It was possible that Bigsby had just simply lost it over the years but something else drove the wizard and this tournament would either provide the catalyst he had been seeking or the journey he had been longing for ages ago.