Name: Makyu Eramiss ((The Wielder of Dark Light))
Age: Dead, appears roughly 28
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Novod/Farplane
Species: Novodorian
Armaments: He is equipped with the two blades of legend, the heirlooms of his planet. Dragonheart and Gryphonsoul. He also carries the obsidian black stone, which holds the power to summon the obsidian dragon, a gargantuan black beast of legend. His dragon amulet allows him to take upon the form of his heart and mind, his inner most being. A small diamond has been imbedded in each of his palms, their use remains unknown to all but him. There is another item he hold with him, one of drastic important. The ring of darklight, it's powers unknown to the world of the living, none understand it's use.
Appearance:
Cloaked "dead" zombie form:
Personality: In life, he was known as an arrogant, short tempered, yet fun loving guy. Battle was his life, the only time he was serious was when he was in a fight. He loved life, his friends, and family. In death, he has slowly become colder and more ruthless. His mind has become clearer, and his heart emotionless. Winning is his goal, and there are no limitations to victory.
Bio: Makyu was born on the planet of Novod, a peaceful and serene kingdom on the outskirts of the Sylphus galaxy. It was a beautiful planet, green and lush. Magic and strength dominated the country, the mightiest warriors fought for its peace. Makyu, was born to the king and queen of the planet, making him, the prince of Novod.
As a child, Makyu was unusual. At birth, he performed a mysterious act, driven by powerful and ancient magic. The doctor's shrugged it off, passing it by as some strange fluke, and thought nothing of it. His upbringing was erratic and unstable. Some days he'd seem to be an angel, the perfect child, and seemed even to emit a heavenly glow. On others, his mood was dark and malicious, scaring other children, and in many cases grown men. Darkness engulfed his thoughts, and as he grew older, the dark side seemed to become predominant.
When he was 6, he was sent to a private school, as the king's court advisors feared the boy's mysterious magical powers. He seemed to be able to manipulate dead, ancient magic, of phenomenal power. In this school, his tempers raged and flared like wildfire. He beat on other children, fought constantly, and was always in some sort of trouble. By the age of 7, he'd committed an unforgivable act.
He was being picked on at the school, and in an effort to avenge the wrong doings placed upon him, his temper flared, and he hunted the boys down. Anger and hatred sparked a deep magic in both him, and the planet. He killed the boys, releasing massive stores of dark magic in the process, a brutal murder.
There is a legend on Novod, the story of a dark beast, and the hero of light who would purge him. In the legend, the hero used the power of light, and the pure thoughts and hope of the people, to defeat the beast, and sacrificed his own life, to seal the beast's power away. The two powers, consuming the world's magic, merged, and were absorbed into the energy of the planet, sealing them away for eternity. Provided that the hearts of the people remained hopeful and pure, the beast would forever remain sealed.
Makyu, in his fit of dark power and rage, broke the seal. The planet began to shake, and crack. The lush greenery shriveled, and fell away dead. Novod became barren and dark, cold as night in the desert. Fearing darkness would consume them, all the planet's inhabitant fled the planet, and became scattered across the universe. Makyu's family fled to Twilight Town, where he lived until age 12, unable to remember his dark power fits, or the act he'd commited.
Here, he lived a somewhat normal life, much of the dark power he'd held drained away. When he was twelve, the yearly tournament was held. Every year, five 12 year olds were taken to the keyblader's academy, a school led by Sora himself, the legendary keywielder. Makyu trained here to control his power, unacknowledging either, and not knowing of his potential. He met three people here at the school, and the four of them became close friends. Kraf, Zack, and Raynie. Each of them all had a mysterious magical potential, or some secret power that was hidden form them.
They journeyed into the black abyss, a land of unfaltering time. There, they each faced their darkness and their fears, evils they had held in their hearts. Casting aside their distractions and undefended principles, they trained, for two years, to strengthen themselves. Makyu found out his ultimate truths. He was made from the culminated powers of the dark beast, and the legendary hero, his great great great grandfather. He had the very power of the planet itself, and held the strength to unleash it. He was both light and dark, and was prepared to utilize either, when needed. In the abyss, they met Leon, and old friend of Sora's, who had resided in the abyss for years, and had become a hermit. He trained them to release their great powers, and prepared them for their oncoming battle.
Leaving the abyss, they returned to the school, two years older, and a hundred times as strong, although only two hours had passed by. Their battle was against an oncoming heartless army. They led a thousand students, against a thousand fleets of heartless, and won. They drove the heartless into a mountain range, and were dispatched to rid them of the heartless leader. Sephiroth, the dark prince, was the leader. The four of them tried to defeat him, but he escaped and fled from the planet, leaving the heartless to be dispersed. Makyu, unable to live with his failure; left the school, his friends, and everything he knew; to chase after Sephiroth, and put him down for good.
In his ventures, he traveled the span of time; fighting alongside Sora in his first venture. He brought salvation to feudal Japan, obtaining the obsidian black gem in the process. He liberated Konoha Village from the hierarchy of the demon ninjas. He also fought in the legendary endgame tournament, alongside and against many heroes and heroines of legend. He served in AJ's imperial army as a lieutenant captain, and he fought alongside Ukiah Oregon, The Dreamer himself, against the demons of the nine circles of hell.
He reunited with his friends, ten years later, and spanned the multiverse in a final journey. The four of them, once again united, fought on many planets, raged and concluded wars, and finally completed Makyu's quest. Together, they finally put down Sephiroth, banishing him to the Farplane.
His final stretch, the last story of his life. The restoration of Novod, twilight of magic. He hosted a massive tourney, numerous heroes and fighters across the omniverse fought here against enemies both dead and alive. A happy fight it was, victory was grand. But, at twilight, Makyu lost his life. It was his destiny to die that day, for as twilight hits, and the sun falls completely behind the horizon, should he be on his home planet, his life and magic force would be taken, and returned to the planet from whence it came. Novod was a flourishing kingdom once more, and became ruled by the family Makyu had formed. His unknown wife gave birth to a son, upon her deathbed, Velkion Eramiss, the king of Novod.
Cast out of the land of the living, Makyu retreated to the Farplane, where he has lived for almost thirty years. He has not aged a bit physically, but his former power has returned to him, and in his ancient age, he has gained even more, new powers. He received a gift from the gods, the ring of dark light. The ring has the power to shine through the farplane, giving life to the dead. Makyu has finally decided to return home.........
Once more in the living realm mMakyu was finally feeling the sensation of life, almost at the peak he had felt during his true lifetime. Although his very exsitence had become a sham, a half-life, he lived as if all reality were but a wave of a hand. His journey's across the ever shifting wastelands of eternity in the Omniverse had led him across a multitude of "heroes" and "heroines". He'd yet to see his childhood friends, but recognised the faces of many memorable beings.
Scaping the deepest reaches of the many levels and planes, the most distant galaxies and dimensions, Makyu encountered an ancient planet that had seemed to vanquish itself form the clutches of time. The planet itself felt virile and foreboding, as if an ever shifting omni-prescence had floated in the aura of the planet. Sarka, the brink of eternity. This was the planet's title, given to it as the planet was set on the very line between this world and the next, the final depth of the mortal plane. Here, Makyu quickly took up the ways and teachings of these people. Although they were technologically inferior to the vast portion of the mortal plane, they were on a whole nother set level of intellectual understanding.
Their eons of study had brought them to an impasse of reality, tempting to bridge the gap that they bordered and allow them to acheive ascension of the godly nature. It was said that the 4 basic elements that had culminated all physical existence; fire, water, earth, and wind; had molded together to form energy and life. It was the potent energies and limitless re-usable power supply that came from these elements that fueled everything on the mortal plane, the very cause of existence. They told him that on a sub-atomic level, the raw and ingrained power of a single element was naught but a glimpse at the limitless power posed by fusing the four together.
This was where the rumors flooded. Theories swarmed that molecular fusion of the exorcised energy emitted from the elements could indeed produce life, power, and limitless energy. They also theorised the capabilities of un-fathomable control of time and space, a sort of warp force that could rip the fibers of the mortal plane, allowing a being to enter a sort of limbo, where time stands still. Entering this limbo, one must only get to there destination, and rip the hole open again to re-enter the mortal world at the exact moment they left. A final rumour, immortality. Ascension. Godly might. The legends of the people spoke of the Sarkan diamonds that could bend this raw energy and fuse it together inside the cells of it's wielder. This user was to be...immortal....
That was 2 years ago today. Makyu has since gone from the outer rim of the mortal plane, straight into the exact center, the epicenter of the multiverse. Her lies the youngest planet of them all, the recreation of the eldest. The multiverse's catalyst planet, it marks the rebirth period of life, which is what intrigued MAkyu the most. The prospect itself seemed to represent how the young take place of the old, and bring new perspective into view. This planet had become his home, not yet inhabited by an "intelligent species." This was also where the signs of the mayhem had begun to show.
As he made his way there, he came across signs of darkness expanding like wildfire, and sought truth from the prophets of the Farplane who were surely looking the situation over with a finetooth comb. They were the ones who told him what precious little he knew about this dark entity. They warned him that he alone could not handle it, and to gather himself aid from the most powerful forces in the mortal plane to aid in the fight. He'd have to return with them, and see what else could be learned.
Theme: Alive - P.O.D.
I'll be doing further editing here with my Character's extended bio, I didn't want to cram it all into one post, it would be massive @_@
~~Origins~~
Since the dawning of known life, there has existed a large planet, deep in the core of the Sylphus galaxy. This planet was ancient, large, and it seemed magical. Upon its earliest wakes dawned immense energies, power that gave the planet itself, as well as its inhabitants, life. The plants, the animal, even the smallest things seemed to contain some amounts of this potent energy. The planet seemed alive and flourishing. As the living things upon its crest grew in number, it seemed this magic became greater and tamer. Beings of higher intelligence, strength, and potential began to develop. They began to harness this magical energy, and use it to afflict the world around them. They caused great change, molding the world into their shell and embedding their print into its surface. These beings came to be named, humans. As time progressed, these humans began to change and develop further, consuming vaster amounts of the planet’s energies for themselves. They formed societies and civilization. They’d yet to discover the miracle of electrical power, so all the power used to run their mechanics came from the energy of the planet.
The humans slowly became corrupt. Lust to control this power solely developed in them. Noting that the qualities that bequeath survival are passed along, over time this corruption spread and grew. Malice and evil embedded itself in the humans. Their darkness would eventually tap into their magic. The world’s energy was reusable, but limited. As the power would cycle, the magic would become slightly morphed and corrupted. This evil energy cycled into nature. As an eon would pass, this dark energy grew vastly, flooding in and threatening to overcome the pure magic left in the world. This dark magic, corrupt as it was, brought the same corruption to the creatures using it, meaning all things living things. The malice of these humans darkened the world around them, and afflicted them even harsher. Another thousand years would pass before the retribution would be taken upon these humans for the damage they wreaked..........
The dark power tempted to consume the pure energy, now quite threateningly the dominant force. This dark power still hadn’t the strength to overcome the light, so it cast itself away. Over the past eon this evil energy had became almost aware as it seemed, taking upon the traits that had created it. For a time the darkness had subsided during those thousand years, it had retreated into a fetal state, feeding and consuming incoming darkness until it felt it had sufficient power........
The dark energy began to torrent in its isolation. Thrashing and fluxing it shook the earth around it, becoming violent and evermore potent. Suddenly it took upon a misshapen and almost physical form. It had taken upon spiritual form, the darkness was now a self aware creature so to speak, an ill omen. This evil....thing, began to ravage in an ever powerful manner, quickly and explicitly consuming the magical energies of the planet, the life energy of its inhabitants, and in fact; the bodies of living animals; humans included. As it took upon its new prey, the dark spirit as it was dubbed began to blink in and out of existence. Some claimed to physically see the spirit at times. These sightings progressed as time moved on, and the people became more and more frightened. A year passed since the darkness began to consume human flesh. It was ravaging a town, tearing down its machinery and tearing the buildings asunder. The beast came across a field of cows, and began devouring them. After a few cows had been put down, a horrid disaster struck. Several people upon fleeing the town made note of a malicious scene. Before them stood a titanic black dragon, devouring the cows in the field. Something struck them as odd though. Prior sightings of the beast showed that the creature would only blink in and out of existence, showing its form only momentarily before it sunk back into nothingness and continued its feastings. Now, however, it committed no such act. Instead the creature stood stock, holding its monstrous and dragon-like shape. From that point forth, the dark spirit had taken upon new form, and new name. The once self aware spirit had become a living, breathing, and what’s more talking; creature. This creature became known simply as the Dark Dragon, as interpreted by its evil nature. The dragon looked down upon at itself, now realizing it had the body it had sought for so long. The dragon craned its wings and released a bellowing roar that emanated across the earth, shaking it in its entirety. It seemed as if the magical plane barrier had cracked as a vast light began to shimmer, far off on the other side of the planet, then faded in. The light as it were, had come from a small hospital, deep in a forest. Small as it were, this hospital was playing host to the queen’s newborn son, and what would be the savior of the planet.
20 years passed and the monster was growing ever more powerful. Darkness and light it seemed were finally on standing even ground, if darkness weren’t more powerful. The dragon continued to ravage and destroy towns, but no longer feasting on the supplicants which gave it its power. It had developed intelligence, and now realized that it was the living creatures that tainted the magic and gave him his power, he’d no longer kill, just enrage. Meanwhile the child, born of pure light, son of the rulers of Novod; which the planet had come to be named, had begun to grow. He was now 20 years of age, and had developed a great ability to harness massive amounts of the light energy in the world. What was most surprising was the fact that as the boy utilized this magic, it left his body, untainted and what’s more purified. This child would be the first born purifier, and the greatest. His entire being seemed to exude the purity that the wild magic of ancient times had held. For five years he’d trained as a warrior, and in turned trainer people in the ways of purifying magic. Thusly, for five years the beats unknowingly was losing possible strength in ever increasing amounts. One day though, the dragon came across this blasphemy. He saw a man using magic, and lurked about him, waiting for the corrupt energy to flow out, but instead, it came out even more pure than when it had entered. Upon sensing this flux of magic, the beast became enraged and slaughtered the man. The dragon then decided to seek out the source of this purity, and slaughter any humans who carried such abilities.
The child, now 23, had perfected himself as the greatest of purifiers, the most valiant of warriors, and the greatest of sorcerers. Just as the dragon sought him out, he’d finally taken upon himself to seek out the beast for its own slaughter. Casting aside his home and lavish life, he gathered his magic and his might, and tore off into the night to face the beast. The two met, and faced each other, deep in the heart of the Novodorian plane lands. This land was fabled to be the most magical and spiritual of lands on Novod. Magic and energy almost literally swirled in physical shape here, whisking about and giving virility to those who stood in its wake. Their clash ensued without much pause, unloading vast amounts of energy and magic the planet had held. As the battle raged on, hope and inspiration was struck into all the living creatures of the planet. The remaining pure energy the planet held began to grow. Hope, life, and love were inspired by this heroic man, fighting a battle they’d at first saw infantile. All the machines and mechanics the humans had created that used up the planets energy were halted, offering up what little strength they had to give.
A week had passed, and as the battle flared to greater heights, the world about them had begun to sag. They were now fully utilizing all the magic Novod had, leaving none for growth. Life seemed to come to a slamming halt. It seemed as if time had frozen around them, but the two continued. Finally in a last ditch effort, the warrior struck the beast with such titanic force it had literally melded the magic of them both together. A spiritual bond grasped the two in a mold of energy. The warrior then proceeded to impose all the pure energy into the beast, as well as graft his entire life, being, and essence into the creature. He and the dragon had suddenly become one. All the magic of the world had suddenly blinked out of existence at that moment, gone with a breath, neutralized by the combination of light and dark into a symbiote. The warriors final act, he torn a rift in the world, and cast the two of them deep into the world’s core, sealing it off, and sealing all magic as well as their bodies millions of miles under the surface.
The magic was gone now, all of it blanked out of existence. All that was left was life, hanging on only through the workings of science. All the mechanics and inventions empowered and run by magic ceased to work. Their entire civilization crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye. It seemed an eternal unrest had washed across Novod. They had to start over......do things......become better......more pure. All of humanity learned something that day. Life’s splendors are a gift from nature, exploiting this generosity only leads to despair and destruction, corruption and devastation. So they rebuilt themselves. Hundreds of years passed and electric power was discovered. They remade their machines, rebuilt their civilization, and empowered themselves with nature’s abundance once more. Although, they never forgot the sacrifice, and they never forgot their lesson.
Several hundred years later, in the same forest hospital that the great warrior was born, the new queen gave birth to a newborn son. As the child was birthed, reality seemed to twist. Two shimmering glows emitted from this babe as his birth was completed. Just as the great warrior had, his birth was heralded with a glowing pure white light. Yet, it also bore another glow. A malignant black glow cast itself from the child, contrasting against the white. Magic had not been seen for hundreds of years, but its existence was still put to memory. The mysteries of this child’s almost horrifying birth were kept secret. If this child truly was conceived of the final remnants of magic, and he’d truly brought the gift of magic back to Novod, this truth must be hidden, lest corruption tap its haunches once more into the light. Thus the child’s odd birth was kept hushed, known only to three people; his parents and a doctor who’d been killed in order to safe guard the secret. Sensing the presence of darkness in the child as well as the light, his parents called him a name that meant; light and dark are one. Thusly, Makyu Eramiss was born............
Age: Dead, appears roughly 28
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Novod/Farplane
Species: Novodorian
Armaments: He is equipped with the two blades of legend, the heirlooms of his planet. Dragonheart and Gryphonsoul. He also carries the obsidian black stone, which holds the power to summon the obsidian dragon, a gargantuan black beast of legend. His dragon amulet allows him to take upon the form of his heart and mind, his inner most being. A small diamond has been imbedded in each of his palms, their use remains unknown to all but him. There is another item he hold with him, one of drastic important. The ring of darklight, it's powers unknown to the world of the living, none understand it's use.
Appearance:
Cloaked "dead" zombie form:
Personality: In life, he was known as an arrogant, short tempered, yet fun loving guy. Battle was his life, the only time he was serious was when he was in a fight. He loved life, his friends, and family. In death, he has slowly become colder and more ruthless. His mind has become clearer, and his heart emotionless. Winning is his goal, and there are no limitations to victory.
Bio: Makyu was born on the planet of Novod, a peaceful and serene kingdom on the outskirts of the Sylphus galaxy. It was a beautiful planet, green and lush. Magic and strength dominated the country, the mightiest warriors fought for its peace. Makyu, was born to the king and queen of the planet, making him, the prince of Novod.
As a child, Makyu was unusual. At birth, he performed a mysterious act, driven by powerful and ancient magic. The doctor's shrugged it off, passing it by as some strange fluke, and thought nothing of it. His upbringing was erratic and unstable. Some days he'd seem to be an angel, the perfect child, and seemed even to emit a heavenly glow. On others, his mood was dark and malicious, scaring other children, and in many cases grown men. Darkness engulfed his thoughts, and as he grew older, the dark side seemed to become predominant.
When he was 6, he was sent to a private school, as the king's court advisors feared the boy's mysterious magical powers. He seemed to be able to manipulate dead, ancient magic, of phenomenal power. In this school, his tempers raged and flared like wildfire. He beat on other children, fought constantly, and was always in some sort of trouble. By the age of 7, he'd committed an unforgivable act.
He was being picked on at the school, and in an effort to avenge the wrong doings placed upon him, his temper flared, and he hunted the boys down. Anger and hatred sparked a deep magic in both him, and the planet. He killed the boys, releasing massive stores of dark magic in the process, a brutal murder.
There is a legend on Novod, the story of a dark beast, and the hero of light who would purge him. In the legend, the hero used the power of light, and the pure thoughts and hope of the people, to defeat the beast, and sacrificed his own life, to seal the beast's power away. The two powers, consuming the world's magic, merged, and were absorbed into the energy of the planet, sealing them away for eternity. Provided that the hearts of the people remained hopeful and pure, the beast would forever remain sealed.
Makyu, in his fit of dark power and rage, broke the seal. The planet began to shake, and crack. The lush greenery shriveled, and fell away dead. Novod became barren and dark, cold as night in the desert. Fearing darkness would consume them, all the planet's inhabitant fled the planet, and became scattered across the universe. Makyu's family fled to Twilight Town, where he lived until age 12, unable to remember his dark power fits, or the act he'd commited.
Here, he lived a somewhat normal life, much of the dark power he'd held drained away. When he was twelve, the yearly tournament was held. Every year, five 12 year olds were taken to the keyblader's academy, a school led by Sora himself, the legendary keywielder. Makyu trained here to control his power, unacknowledging either, and not knowing of his potential. He met three people here at the school, and the four of them became close friends. Kraf, Zack, and Raynie. Each of them all had a mysterious magical potential, or some secret power that was hidden form them.
They journeyed into the black abyss, a land of unfaltering time. There, they each faced their darkness and their fears, evils they had held in their hearts. Casting aside their distractions and undefended principles, they trained, for two years, to strengthen themselves. Makyu found out his ultimate truths. He was made from the culminated powers of the dark beast, and the legendary hero, his great great great grandfather. He had the very power of the planet itself, and held the strength to unleash it. He was both light and dark, and was prepared to utilize either, when needed. In the abyss, they met Leon, and old friend of Sora's, who had resided in the abyss for years, and had become a hermit. He trained them to release their great powers, and prepared them for their oncoming battle.
Leaving the abyss, they returned to the school, two years older, and a hundred times as strong, although only two hours had passed by. Their battle was against an oncoming heartless army. They led a thousand students, against a thousand fleets of heartless, and won. They drove the heartless into a mountain range, and were dispatched to rid them of the heartless leader. Sephiroth, the dark prince, was the leader. The four of them tried to defeat him, but he escaped and fled from the planet, leaving the heartless to be dispersed. Makyu, unable to live with his failure; left the school, his friends, and everything he knew; to chase after Sephiroth, and put him down for good.
In his ventures, he traveled the span of time; fighting alongside Sora in his first venture. He brought salvation to feudal Japan, obtaining the obsidian black gem in the process. He liberated Konoha Village from the hierarchy of the demon ninjas. He also fought in the legendary endgame tournament, alongside and against many heroes and heroines of legend. He served in AJ's imperial army as a lieutenant captain, and he fought alongside Ukiah Oregon, The Dreamer himself, against the demons of the nine circles of hell.
He reunited with his friends, ten years later, and spanned the multiverse in a final journey. The four of them, once again united, fought on many planets, raged and concluded wars, and finally completed Makyu's quest. Together, they finally put down Sephiroth, banishing him to the Farplane.
His final stretch, the last story of his life. The restoration of Novod, twilight of magic. He hosted a massive tourney, numerous heroes and fighters across the omniverse fought here against enemies both dead and alive. A happy fight it was, victory was grand. But, at twilight, Makyu lost his life. It was his destiny to die that day, for as twilight hits, and the sun falls completely behind the horizon, should he be on his home planet, his life and magic force would be taken, and returned to the planet from whence it came. Novod was a flourishing kingdom once more, and became ruled by the family Makyu had formed. His unknown wife gave birth to a son, upon her deathbed, Velkion Eramiss, the king of Novod.
Cast out of the land of the living, Makyu retreated to the Farplane, where he has lived for almost thirty years. He has not aged a bit physically, but his former power has returned to him, and in his ancient age, he has gained even more, new powers. He received a gift from the gods, the ring of dark light. The ring has the power to shine through the farplane, giving life to the dead. Makyu has finally decided to return home.........
Once more in the living realm mMakyu was finally feeling the sensation of life, almost at the peak he had felt during his true lifetime. Although his very exsitence had become a sham, a half-life, he lived as if all reality were but a wave of a hand. His journey's across the ever shifting wastelands of eternity in the Omniverse had led him across a multitude of "heroes" and "heroines". He'd yet to see his childhood friends, but recognised the faces of many memorable beings.
Scaping the deepest reaches of the many levels and planes, the most distant galaxies and dimensions, Makyu encountered an ancient planet that had seemed to vanquish itself form the clutches of time. The planet itself felt virile and foreboding, as if an ever shifting omni-prescence had floated in the aura of the planet. Sarka, the brink of eternity. This was the planet's title, given to it as the planet was set on the very line between this world and the next, the final depth of the mortal plane. Here, Makyu quickly took up the ways and teachings of these people. Although they were technologically inferior to the vast portion of the mortal plane, they were on a whole nother set level of intellectual understanding.
Their eons of study had brought them to an impasse of reality, tempting to bridge the gap that they bordered and allow them to acheive ascension of the godly nature. It was said that the 4 basic elements that had culminated all physical existence; fire, water, earth, and wind; had molded together to form energy and life. It was the potent energies and limitless re-usable power supply that came from these elements that fueled everything on the mortal plane, the very cause of existence. They told him that on a sub-atomic level, the raw and ingrained power of a single element was naught but a glimpse at the limitless power posed by fusing the four together.
This was where the rumors flooded. Theories swarmed that molecular fusion of the exorcised energy emitted from the elements could indeed produce life, power, and limitless energy. They also theorised the capabilities of un-fathomable control of time and space, a sort of warp force that could rip the fibers of the mortal plane, allowing a being to enter a sort of limbo, where time stands still. Entering this limbo, one must only get to there destination, and rip the hole open again to re-enter the mortal world at the exact moment they left. A final rumour, immortality. Ascension. Godly might. The legends of the people spoke of the Sarkan diamonds that could bend this raw energy and fuse it together inside the cells of it's wielder. This user was to be...immortal....
That was 2 years ago today. Makyu has since gone from the outer rim of the mortal plane, straight into the exact center, the epicenter of the multiverse. Her lies the youngest planet of them all, the recreation of the eldest. The multiverse's catalyst planet, it marks the rebirth period of life, which is what intrigued MAkyu the most. The prospect itself seemed to represent how the young take place of the old, and bring new perspective into view. This planet had become his home, not yet inhabited by an "intelligent species." This was also where the signs of the mayhem had begun to show.
As he made his way there, he came across signs of darkness expanding like wildfire, and sought truth from the prophets of the Farplane who were surely looking the situation over with a finetooth comb. They were the ones who told him what precious little he knew about this dark entity. They warned him that he alone could not handle it, and to gather himself aid from the most powerful forces in the mortal plane to aid in the fight. He'd have to return with them, and see what else could be learned.
Theme: Alive - P.O.D.
I'll be doing further editing here with my Character's extended bio, I didn't want to cram it all into one post, it would be massive @_@
~~Origins~~
Since the dawning of known life, there has existed a large planet, deep in the core of the Sylphus galaxy. This planet was ancient, large, and it seemed magical. Upon its earliest wakes dawned immense energies, power that gave the planet itself, as well as its inhabitants, life. The plants, the animal, even the smallest things seemed to contain some amounts of this potent energy. The planet seemed alive and flourishing. As the living things upon its crest grew in number, it seemed this magic became greater and tamer. Beings of higher intelligence, strength, and potential began to develop. They began to harness this magical energy, and use it to afflict the world around them. They caused great change, molding the world into their shell and embedding their print into its surface. These beings came to be named, humans. As time progressed, these humans began to change and develop further, consuming vaster amounts of the planet’s energies for themselves. They formed societies and civilization. They’d yet to discover the miracle of electrical power, so all the power used to run their mechanics came from the energy of the planet.
The humans slowly became corrupt. Lust to control this power solely developed in them. Noting that the qualities that bequeath survival are passed along, over time this corruption spread and grew. Malice and evil embedded itself in the humans. Their darkness would eventually tap into their magic. The world’s energy was reusable, but limited. As the power would cycle, the magic would become slightly morphed and corrupted. This evil energy cycled into nature. As an eon would pass, this dark energy grew vastly, flooding in and threatening to overcome the pure magic left in the world. This dark magic, corrupt as it was, brought the same corruption to the creatures using it, meaning all things living things. The malice of these humans darkened the world around them, and afflicted them even harsher. Another thousand years would pass before the retribution would be taken upon these humans for the damage they wreaked..........
The dark power tempted to consume the pure energy, now quite threateningly the dominant force. This dark power still hadn’t the strength to overcome the light, so it cast itself away. Over the past eon this evil energy had became almost aware as it seemed, taking upon the traits that had created it. For a time the darkness had subsided during those thousand years, it had retreated into a fetal state, feeding and consuming incoming darkness until it felt it had sufficient power........
The dark energy began to torrent in its isolation. Thrashing and fluxing it shook the earth around it, becoming violent and evermore potent. Suddenly it took upon a misshapen and almost physical form. It had taken upon spiritual form, the darkness was now a self aware creature so to speak, an ill omen. This evil....thing, began to ravage in an ever powerful manner, quickly and explicitly consuming the magical energies of the planet, the life energy of its inhabitants, and in fact; the bodies of living animals; humans included. As it took upon its new prey, the dark spirit as it was dubbed began to blink in and out of existence. Some claimed to physically see the spirit at times. These sightings progressed as time moved on, and the people became more and more frightened. A year passed since the darkness began to consume human flesh. It was ravaging a town, tearing down its machinery and tearing the buildings asunder. The beast came across a field of cows, and began devouring them. After a few cows had been put down, a horrid disaster struck. Several people upon fleeing the town made note of a malicious scene. Before them stood a titanic black dragon, devouring the cows in the field. Something struck them as odd though. Prior sightings of the beast showed that the creature would only blink in and out of existence, showing its form only momentarily before it sunk back into nothingness and continued its feastings. Now, however, it committed no such act. Instead the creature stood stock, holding its monstrous and dragon-like shape. From that point forth, the dark spirit had taken upon new form, and new name. The once self aware spirit had become a living, breathing, and what’s more talking; creature. This creature became known simply as the Dark Dragon, as interpreted by its evil nature. The dragon looked down upon at itself, now realizing it had the body it had sought for so long. The dragon craned its wings and released a bellowing roar that emanated across the earth, shaking it in its entirety. It seemed as if the magical plane barrier had cracked as a vast light began to shimmer, far off on the other side of the planet, then faded in. The light as it were, had come from a small hospital, deep in a forest. Small as it were, this hospital was playing host to the queen’s newborn son, and what would be the savior of the planet.
20 years passed and the monster was growing ever more powerful. Darkness and light it seemed were finally on standing even ground, if darkness weren’t more powerful. The dragon continued to ravage and destroy towns, but no longer feasting on the supplicants which gave it its power. It had developed intelligence, and now realized that it was the living creatures that tainted the magic and gave him his power, he’d no longer kill, just enrage. Meanwhile the child, born of pure light, son of the rulers of Novod; which the planet had come to be named, had begun to grow. He was now 20 years of age, and had developed a great ability to harness massive amounts of the light energy in the world. What was most surprising was the fact that as the boy utilized this magic, it left his body, untainted and what’s more purified. This child would be the first born purifier, and the greatest. His entire being seemed to exude the purity that the wild magic of ancient times had held. For five years he’d trained as a warrior, and in turned trainer people in the ways of purifying magic. Thusly, for five years the beats unknowingly was losing possible strength in ever increasing amounts. One day though, the dragon came across this blasphemy. He saw a man using magic, and lurked about him, waiting for the corrupt energy to flow out, but instead, it came out even more pure than when it had entered. Upon sensing this flux of magic, the beast became enraged and slaughtered the man. The dragon then decided to seek out the source of this purity, and slaughter any humans who carried such abilities.
The child, now 23, had perfected himself as the greatest of purifiers, the most valiant of warriors, and the greatest of sorcerers. Just as the dragon sought him out, he’d finally taken upon himself to seek out the beast for its own slaughter. Casting aside his home and lavish life, he gathered his magic and his might, and tore off into the night to face the beast. The two met, and faced each other, deep in the heart of the Novodorian plane lands. This land was fabled to be the most magical and spiritual of lands on Novod. Magic and energy almost literally swirled in physical shape here, whisking about and giving virility to those who stood in its wake. Their clash ensued without much pause, unloading vast amounts of energy and magic the planet had held. As the battle raged on, hope and inspiration was struck into all the living creatures of the planet. The remaining pure energy the planet held began to grow. Hope, life, and love were inspired by this heroic man, fighting a battle they’d at first saw infantile. All the machines and mechanics the humans had created that used up the planets energy were halted, offering up what little strength they had to give.
A week had passed, and as the battle flared to greater heights, the world about them had begun to sag. They were now fully utilizing all the magic Novod had, leaving none for growth. Life seemed to come to a slamming halt. It seemed as if time had frozen around them, but the two continued. Finally in a last ditch effort, the warrior struck the beast with such titanic force it had literally melded the magic of them both together. A spiritual bond grasped the two in a mold of energy. The warrior then proceeded to impose all the pure energy into the beast, as well as graft his entire life, being, and essence into the creature. He and the dragon had suddenly become one. All the magic of the world had suddenly blinked out of existence at that moment, gone with a breath, neutralized by the combination of light and dark into a symbiote. The warriors final act, he torn a rift in the world, and cast the two of them deep into the world’s core, sealing it off, and sealing all magic as well as their bodies millions of miles under the surface.
The magic was gone now, all of it blanked out of existence. All that was left was life, hanging on only through the workings of science. All the mechanics and inventions empowered and run by magic ceased to work. Their entire civilization crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye. It seemed an eternal unrest had washed across Novod. They had to start over......do things......become better......more pure. All of humanity learned something that day. Life’s splendors are a gift from nature, exploiting this generosity only leads to despair and destruction, corruption and devastation. So they rebuilt themselves. Hundreds of years passed and electric power was discovered. They remade their machines, rebuilt their civilization, and empowered themselves with nature’s abundance once more. Although, they never forgot the sacrifice, and they never forgot their lesson.
Several hundred years later, in the same forest hospital that the great warrior was born, the new queen gave birth to a newborn son. As the child was birthed, reality seemed to twist. Two shimmering glows emitted from this babe as his birth was completed. Just as the great warrior had, his birth was heralded with a glowing pure white light. Yet, it also bore another glow. A malignant black glow cast itself from the child, contrasting against the white. Magic had not been seen for hundreds of years, but its existence was still put to memory. The mysteries of this child’s almost horrifying birth were kept secret. If this child truly was conceived of the final remnants of magic, and he’d truly brought the gift of magic back to Novod, this truth must be hidden, lest corruption tap its haunches once more into the light. Thus the child’s odd birth was kept hushed, known only to three people; his parents and a doctor who’d been killed in order to safe guard the secret. Sensing the presence of darkness in the child as well as the light, his parents called him a name that meant; light and dark are one. Thusly, Makyu Eramiss was born............
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