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Strife
A man in mask who seems to lost his ability to speak. Draws his strength from the chaos of battle, continuely growing into an unstoppable killing machine.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by crazybilliscrazy
Description
Large, at least 6.5 feet tall, with a metal mask bolted to his head, covering his face and neck, allowing only for his gold eyes to be seen through the eye holes.
Equipment
Massive, 3-foot long sword, Armor
So begins...
Strife's Story
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Strife 's arm slowly began to heal, the wound closing up and slowly growing back into an armored forearm and hand. He moved his gauntleted fingers and gripped his sword with both hands, but instead of attacking anybody in the bar, he turned and looked at the west wall of the bar, where he could feel another battle starting. He dashed forwards, slicing through chairs and tables, and eventually the wall, which he burst through as he ran off into the distance, to feed on another battle.
Strife was in the woods, feeling rather drained and hungry. Suddenly, he sensed it, the violence and hostility emanating from the bar, a fight. He felt the dogs of hunger snap and growl within him, so he made his way towards the bar, his massive sword gripped tightly in both of his hands. When he finally reached the bar, he smashed through the wall of the bar, his gold eyes moving towards the people fighting. He advanced slowly upon them, his sword out in front of him in a defensive position. He was sizing his enemies up as he fed on the chaos.
Strife dashed towards Slapstick, seeing as how he was distracted while firing an energy bolt at Andreis. He swung his massive sword, aiming to cleave Slapstick in two, straight down the middle.
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(01:59:06) Strife dashed towards Slapstick, seeing as how he was distracted while firing an energy bolt at Andreis. He swung his massive sword, aiming to cleave Slapstick in two, straight down the middle.
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(That doesn't make any sense. He was cutting him...down the middle. Starting at the head...)
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(I can't, because his reply made no logical sense.)
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Strife recovered quickly from his sword bouncing off the energy field, even though the man was clearly preoccupied with attacking somebody else. He fed on the energies of all of the people fighting, the chaos making him stronger and faster than he was before, making him move much faster, even though he was wearing plate armor. He swung a foot forwards, aiming to for Slapstick's stomach. Should this blow connect, he would follow up with a downwards slice with his blade.
Strife realizes he has been thrown about halfway through his flightpath and responds accordingly when he finally reaches the wall. He plants his feet into the wall, along with his sword and pushes off with all of his strength, ripping the blade out of the wood as well. He twists through the air and lands about a foot in a half in front of the group attacking the floored vampire. He swings his massive, 3 foot sword, aiming to down all of men at once.
Strife turns his complete his attention towards Ash, his gold eyes focusing hungrily on the massive frame of the man. He had never before felt chaos of this magnitude come from a single person. He needed to feed on this being, as it was too much energies to ignore. He advanced on the hulk, his sword in front of him, in both hands, in a defensive position, ready to block any oncoming blows.
Strife gave his blade a quick twirl, circling the monster slowly, his gold eyes staring hard through the eye holes of his metal mask/ helmet. Seeing a moment of opportunity, Strife lunged, swiping horizontally with his sword.
Strife held his blade firmly in one hand, the chaos of the battle giving him more than enough strength to handle his blade with one had at this point. Sparks flew from the two weapons grinding against each other, as he raised his free hand to block Ash's fist, sending it a few inches left of his jaw, just barely missing his metal mask. He then countered by lifting a knee, aiming for Ash's stomach.
Strife slides back, swinging his blade back, slicing into an innocent bystander and leaving him in a puddle of his own blood. He then swipes upwards, catching the chainsaw with his blade again, sparks flying over the both of them as their weapons lock again.
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(*Cough* Ash has a metal mask. And healing factor)
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Strife feeds absorbing the massive amounts of violence and hostility coming from Ash. He jumps as the pillar comes down upon him and lands on the pillar before springing off of it, midswipe, aiming for Ash as he charged at him.
Strife twists midair, turning to face both Ash and the demon that had materialized. He held his sword in front of him, gripping it with both hands in a defensive stance, his muscles tensing in preparation to respond. His gold eyes moved from the demon then to Ash, trying to decide which to attack first.
Strife stomps as he swings his massive blade towards the wall before leaping backwards, the rounds striking the spot where Strife once stood, creating a small crater. He lands a few feet away, his blade gripped tightly in both hands, once again in a defensive position.
Strife leaps at Ash, wrapping his arms and legs around him, his sword still gripped tightly in one hand. He couldn't stop the hulk from attacking him, instead, they both cork screwed through the air, smashing first through Kazen's 6 women, then the woods of the stairs of the bar, then finally the wall.
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(I'm gonna stick with weed, thank you very much.)
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Strife moved towards the bar, his hunger for the chaos of battle creating a deep ache in his stomach. He knew that the bar was a place where he could satiate his unholy urges. He tore through the forest, felling trees in the process, both of his hands gripping his massive, 3-foot blade and dragging it behind him. When he finally got close enough to the bar, he lowered a shoulder and bashed through the wall in a way that would make the kool-aid man proud. His gold eyes scanned the room as his grip tightened on the blade's hilt.
Strife slammed a foot down, creating a stable base as he swung his blade, tearing through a crowd of patrons, their blood splattering the blade, his armor, his mask, and coating the floor. Screams of agony and gasps of pain could be heard, as many of the patrons weren't dead yet, merely mutilated with a slow painful death of bleeding out in their near future. He felt the warmth of the chaos fill him and begin to feed him, slowly filling the hole that was his hunger.
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