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[Jan. 27th, 2006|09:30 pm] |
Terror - Alchemist
The True Account...
Andrew, or Terror was a well-renowned alchemist in the late medieval times, who used his power and magic to gain a high status in the king's court of the time, and he orchestrated chaos and even sparked the war that claimed the king's life, and rising so high in politics at the time, the king's dying wish was that Andrew be king, but he wouldn't have it, he would rather rule from the shadows as an adviser, instead of in the spotlight. Andrew left, and went to the underworld, discovering the Academy of Demonic Arts, and was welcomed quickly, where he would spend the next couple hundred of years, gaining power and respect. His cause to resurface was the death of his demon parents, and his desire for revenge against the witches who murdered them, and quite viciously, as well, and Andrew wished to return the favor, with a lot of interest, and his acts earned him the nickname 'Terror' in the Academy. After surfacing again, he also found that one of the witches he killed was a member of the FGB, the Academy's greatest enemy. Andrew, who was more powerful now, decided to risk his life and test himself, and join the FGB, and he was able to infiltrate it, surprisingly, posing as an amnesiac with 'gifts'. Repressing his own powers, they weakened, while he developed new powers within the walls of the FGB, most were forced to develop through spells and rites to keep up pretenses, but they eventually started developing naturally, and once that began, Andrew realized he had been there too long, and lost himself, he actually became good, and it disgusted him, and a relationship with a female witch even developed, which, once he left the FGB coven and returned to the Academy, it set the witch off, but he enjoyed seeing her casually and tormenting her, as he almost immediately reverted back to his evil personality. Andrew stripped his good powers, and reawakened his true Alchemy powers, and began to experiment with them, and other magics, testing what he could change, but his experiments and disregard for being cautious resulted in the creation of Tyran, who was created from a fragment of Andrew's soul. The two inhabited the same body, and fought for control, until it weakened Andrew's soul so much, he couldn't bear it anymore, and sought assistance in expelling Tyran, but it backfired, expelling Andrew's soul instead of Tyran's, as Tyran was much more stronger. Andrew's soul, being demon, was pulled into a hell dimension, where it was tortured, and any trace of good from his time in the FGB was crushed and diminished completely, making his soul change, and be something very dark, and frightening, and through the connection between Andrew's and Tyran's spirits, as they were both made of the same essence, yet were two very independent spirits, they had a link, which Andrew exploited to get back to his body. Once there, he slowly fought Tyran for control, and began to win, getting small periods of control, but never around anyone inside the Academy, as Tyran was not very popular while in control of the body, and always hiding. Andrew met his end when Tyran was murdered by Tomi, the vampire that expelled Andrew out of his own body in an attempt to help him get rid of Tyran...
Tyran - Energist
The Mistaken Soul...
Not much is known of Tyran, except he is a magical spirit, a split personality of sorts, created accidentally by the Alchemist, Andrew aka 'Terror'. Tyran, no matter how mischievious and arrogant he may appear to be, does have a very dark side, which he never fully expressed, but it was definitely there, of course, if you look at who he was created from. Tyran was disliked among the Academy from the start, especially by Tomi, the vampire who tried to expel him from Andrew's body, but it backfired, and removed Andrew's spirit instead, giving Tyran complete control of the body. Once Andrew was gone, his magic and alchemist powers left and died out, and Tyran began to develop his own, which consisted mostly of energy and manipulation of energy, which made sense, as Tyran was merely a magic-made spirit never meant to have a physical body, and only gained one through sheer luck. Thinking he was rid of Andrew forever, he enjoyed all the pleasures the body had to offer, as well as everything else, but became reclusive as he began to irritate the whole of the academy. Andrew returned, much to Tyran's surprise, to the body somehow, and revealed it to Tyran first through a dream, which Tyran considered more of a nightmare. Andrew, now calling himself 'Terror', began to fight for control, and started to get it, weakening Tyran like Tyran had weakened Terror before, and in a state of extreme weakness, approached Tomi, seeking help, but was killed by her quickly before he could even attempt to speak with her, he was a huge thorn in her side...
Two As One...
Since the destruction of their physical body, the two essences ended up with a stronger link and connection than ever once disembodied, and Uradil's realm took them as they began their 'crossing over'. Uradil caught glimpses of both demons throughout their existences, and was happy to have control of them, until they began to leave her world, trying to possess people and return to the Academy and power. To keep things in order and balanced, Uradil kept them from possessing anyone, and eventually sealed off any exits from her realm, which also trapped her inside, as leaving would create a door of sorts, and she didn't want to take risks and continuously have to reseal the realm everytime she walked out or into it, that is, until she was insulted and angered by a devoted follower, and she decided to give the two demonic essences what they wanted, in a manner of speaking, and imprisoned them inside the witch's body, the witch being William Blackwood, who she restored and saved from death centuries ago, only in return for his belief and worship of her, and her only. Now the essences have a body again to compete and fight for control of it, Uradil can finally let the realm's barriers go and move freely as she needs to, and Will gets to pay Uradil back, though not how he would have liked, as it's more punishment than repayment...
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| Twist of Fate... |
[Jan. 25th, 2006|08:53 am] |
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Will sits at his personal altar, a short, but big square table, made of a light-colored wood. The altar, displaying stains of blood, some splatters here and there, and large spots, is decorated with small animal skulls, one human skull, and five candle-holders and five candles. The candle holders are custom made by Will himself, out of human bone, and the candles are special too, made from the fat that remained of rotted corpses, mixed with regular black wax, giving the candles an odd color and design. Small bones are also scattered about the altar, along with other tools made from human and animal bones. Will continues to sit, eyes closed, and in deep meditation before his altar in the dimly lit room, whose only light source is the five burning candles. After a few moments, Will begins to come out of the meditation, and whispers. "Uradil, I beseech thee, Uradil, come to me." Will then opened his eyes as the last word is whispered, and blows out four of the five candles, as there was one positioned in each corner, and the fifth sat in the middle of the altar. The smoke from all four candles rose up, illuminated by the fifth candle, twisting, writhing, and floating around, some of it dissipated, and some of it gathered around the flame of the fifth candle, hovering right over the flame's tip, then began to slowly create a ring of smoke. The inside of the smoke ring began to ripple and glow, then dimmed, showing Uradil's face, her dark eyes staring out at Will, full of questions. "Yes, Will? You wish to discuss something?" Uradil asked, revealing no trace of impatience or anger at being called. "Did you forget about me, Uradil? You came to me once, over three hundred years ago, gave me a gift, restored me, saved me, and not once have you made an attempt to tell me what you want from me. Why give me this gift, if there's no purpose for it?" Will questioned, feeling it was time he knew what she really wanted from him, he knew it had to be more than just making him her devoted follower. Uradil looked at him, and smiled. "Will, I told you that day, all I wanted in return for giving you eternal life was your devotion, and that you worship only me, because it is only I who still watches, listens, and actually cares. If you desire to pay me back, then I have the perfect payment. There was this good witch, originally named Andrew, but assumed the nickname Terror after he turned evil, and lost all of his power, but he began to gain it back, and experiment with magic, herbs, and potions more than before. Unfortunately, he made a mistake, and created a magical split personality within him, this personality was created from a small peace of the witch's spirit, and assumed the name Tyran, and emerged, taking over Andrew's body, and magically changing the physical appearance. This continued for a few months, until sharing his body with Tyran took its toll, weakening Andrew greatly when Tyran wasn't in control of the body, so he sought out a demonic ally, a vampire known as Tomi, as she had had some experience with expelling spirits such as Tyran, but as Andrew had grown weak, and Tyran kept gaining strength, the spell Tomi performed went wrong, expelling Andrew's spirit instead of getting rid of Tyran. Tyran assumed full control of the body, while Andrew entered Hell, literally, and his soul was tortured, destroyed, and whatever good remained in him as a result of his true nature as a witch was removed, making his soul completely evil. Andrew died in hell, and Terror was all that remained in his soul, and the soul found a way to return to its body, as Tyran was actually a piece of that soul, and the connection remained. As soon as Terror returned and began to take over the body for small amounts of time, Tyran had become very bothersome to the Demonic Academy, more to Tomi than any other, and she took it upon herself to kill him once and for all, not knowing that her ally had returned, because the appearance Terror assumed when in control of the body no longer resembled who he once was. Since then, I have had to deal with their spirits, and they are not pleasant, and becoming too much trouble for me, and they need a prison, Will. Now, seeing as how you wish to repay me..." Before Uradil could say anymore, Will had already figured out what she was going to have him do to repay her, and he blew out the last candle, hoping it would end communication with her, and she would not make him harbor the two spirits inside of him, but he was wrong about her not making him live with the demonic essences inside of him. Will angered her greatly, cutting her off like he did, and breaking their communication channel. A high pitched scream filled Will's ears, announcing Uradil's arrival, and seconds later, the scream stopped as she emerged from the shadows of the room. Will turned and saw her standing there, holding a hand outstretched towards him with some small glowing orb that illuminated the room somewhat. The orb rose into the air, and shot forth at Will, hitting his chest with a bright flash, then was absorbed into him. "You have insulted me, William!" Uradil told him, her face full of anger. "You have insulted my generosity, and power, by expecting me to want something in return, and then thinking that I would not be able to get to you as long as you closed the channel. This will be your punishment, William! To live forever with those souls inside of you, trapped, and fighting with you constantly from within, desiring to control your body. A warning before I go, at least, to show you I am not completely vengeful... Those spirits were put inside of you by a god, William, any magic procedures you seek to expel them from you will only expel your soul, and give them full control, and if that happens, your immortality will be extinguished by me, personally." Uradil told him, and instantly turned into an explosion of black mist, leaving him alone in the room. The mist faded away quickly, and Will was still nervous, shocked greatly by how fast she came to him personally, and made him regret calling on her at all. A voice that sounded muffled and far off began to whisper inside Will's head, the words were unrecognizable, and was nothing more than hissing whispers. Will looked at the altar he created in honor of Uradil, angry at both himself, and her to an extent, he made a subtle movement of his right hand and the altar exploded, sending bits and chunks of bone, candle, and wood all over the room. Will looked away and left the room, deciding to never return to it, and to never believe in Uradil again. |
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| The Turning Point |
[Jan. 23rd, 2006|11:04 am] |
The sun was setting, and Will lied there, his breathing becoming very shallow, death falling upon him. His body, covered with burns, bruises, open wounds, and deep cuts, bled and was wracked with pain, his hair was wet from sweat, and matted in the back due to bleeding from one of his many wounds. All around him were trees, he was in a forest, and some of the trees had scorch marks on their trunks, and birds had returned to the tops of the trees now that the fighting had ceased, an hour having passed. William listened to everything around him, wondering how long his name would be remembered, if his name would be remembered among the magical community forever, although, with him dead, and all the demons too, there would be nobody to tell of his last battle, which, he was sure, that if it were left up to a demon to describe it, the demon would not give an accurate, truthful account, certain things would be changed to the demon's favor. Will was glad that he would die this way, like a true warrior, and then he thought of his parents, and how he was glad that he was able to get revenge, even though it was not his goal. Time passed, mere seconds seemed like hours, the pain beginning to numb as Will slowly let go, surrendering to death, tingling filled him, and he closed his eyes, ready to die. The forest suddenly grew silent, though, the birds and other forest creatures silenced, and ceased, then hissing whispers filled the air, entering William's ears. Will opened his eyes, and noticed leaves falling in one specific area of the forest, about ten feet away from him, straight ahead, just falling, and dancing on the air as a breeze arose, spinning them around in a human-sized cyclone, which began to be filled with a dark mist, which encompassed the tiny tornado of wind and leaves. The wind died, the leaves fell to the ground, and the mist dissolved, leaving behind a beautiful woman, with glossy black hair, pale skin, pale blue lips, and intense golden eyes, dressed in a black, sheer robe.
The woman looked at Will, and smiled at him as her body gracefully rose into the air and she began to float towards him, and the hissing whispers ceased. William was unsure, and didn't know her, and wondered if she was the personification of death, or a demon there to taunt him, and finish him off. As she drew closer, Will's body tensed up, and he attempted to move, but he felt he couldn't and his body began to feel light, and the woman had stopped about one or two feet from him, and hovered there, seemingly with no thought of it at all in her mind, no look of even the slightest bit of distraction or concentration on her face or in her eyes, and William could tell that whoever she was, she was powerful, as his body began to rise up, and was held in the air before her by her own power, suspending Will's body. William observed her as she just stared at him in silence, still smiling, then finally she broke the silence. "That was quite a battle you just fought, William Blackwood. You made your parents proud of you just now." She said, and this caught William off-guard completely, and earned her his complete attention. "My parents? How do you know this? Who are you?" Will asked her, which caused her smile to widen. "A goddess of spirits and death, some call me Uradil, but those are very few, and I know your parents are proud because they told me. And I have had my eye on you ever since your parents' spirits came to me, and you are a very talented witch, with too much potential to die so early, or at all. I can restore you, if you wish, granted you won't be the same, there will be some minor changes to how you look, but you will still be the same. What do you say?" Uradil offered to him, to which he looked at her with uncertainty and skepticism. "How do I know what you offer is true? And if I do accept, what will you ask of me in return for such a gift?" William asked, his voice as calm as ever, which made Uradil's smile falter somewhat, but it remained. "All I ask is that you be loyal and worship me only, and stop your worship of your gods of war, who, I can assure you, don't care about you any more than anyone else, they have stopped listening, but I haven't, I listen to all, and I watch all, and you are a treasure, William, and I want you to be mine." Uradil answered, her full smile returning.
Will listened, and thought about it, then closed his eyes, and nodded to her, giving her the answer she wanted. Uradil's eyes began to glow, and she moved a couple of feet away from William's suspended body, and pain began to increase all throughout his body, and then he burst into flame, the burning sensation covered his whole body, and his clothes were instantly reduced to ash, as the fire covering him entirely was white and blue, hotter than fire normally is, which usually appears gold and orange-red. The pain was so much that Will began to scream, from pain and horror, he felt as though his skin were about to melt off and he would die, then as suddenly as the fire broke out upon him, it extinguished itself, and William then fell to the ground, the telekinesis, he assumed it was, that held him up, released him. He laid there, naked, completely healed, and shaking, while Uradil watched him curiously, and she stopped floating. "W-wh-what happened? W-what was that about? What did you do that to me for?" Will managed to struggle speech out of his throat. "I did what was required, to be given new life, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, being reborn." Uradil explained, then exhaled softly, blowing out a small stream of dark mist, which turned into black cloth once it had expanded above Will's body, then slowly drifted and floated down, draping over his body. As he finally recovered from the pain that was coursing through his body moments ago, he stood up and grabbed up the cloth, wrapped it around his waist and tied it into a knot against his right hip. Uradil watched him, then turned and began to walk away slowly, slowly dissolving into the forest, now shrouded in darkness as the sun had completely set by now, the only thing she left behind was her voice in a loud, hissing whisper. "Remember our agreement, William Blackwood, and eternal life will be yours." Will looked after her, then looked down at himself, seeing that all the burns, deep cuts, bruises, and other open wounds were gone, his body was completely unmarked, not even any traces of scarring, but he noticed his skin was no longer tanned, but pale, almost like the color of Uradil's skin. William understood it as one of the changes to his appearance that she mentioned, and viewed it at acceptable, but what he couldn't see was that his eyes had changed from their original grey color, to yellow-green, as well. He started walking forward to leave the forest... |
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| Rings & Powers |
[Apr. 30th, 2005|12:36 pm] |
Rings of Power
Super Physical(Eyebrow)
Transfiguration (Silver Wolf)
Hades Waves
Glaciokinesis(Labret)
Phasing
Invisibility(Tongue)
(if awarded a special, bonus ring, it would be Molecular Control.)
Initiate
Levitation
Wiccan In Training
Destruction of Property
Mystic Warrior - Current Level
Luminakinesis
High Priest
Illusions
Sorcerer
Pyrokinesis
Charmer
Audio
Master of the Craft
Custom Power - Strange Touch(subject to change) |
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| William Blackwood: The Half-Dead Witch |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|12:53 pm] |
Age: 415
Personality: Secretive, playful, clever, sadistic, calm most of the time, dominant, loyal, protective.
Appearance: Pale skin, black hair, pale yellow-green eyes, well defined/toned, muscular body, 6’0 tall.
Background:
William was born in the year 1590, to two powerful witches, both excellent in magical fighting, but more with physical fighting. Hailing from two warrior covens, his parents were emotionally distant, and all about the war between FGB and ADA, even though they were rogues. They were asked to leave FGB for their extreme views, aggressiveness, and radical actions, as it caused great conflict with the other members of FGB. Instead, they fought alone, catching small groups of ADA members off guard. After Will was born, they were forced to turn some attention to him, but they were radicals, all about war and fighting, and kept the elements of it as a constant in his childhood. As William grew, he was trained to be a fierce warrior, and his powers were nurtured and developed to be as strong as they could be, which mainly were enhanced senses and physical attributes, strength, speed, levitation, conjuration, and transfiguration. His parents, being who they were, and raised the same way, gave him their version of a normal childhood, and never developed a strong bond of love with him, denying him the ability to feel much more beyond anger, hatred, and the joy and satisfaction of a won battle against ADA members.
As soon as he turned 18, William lost both of his parents to an ambush of demons from ADA, who made a bloody, gorey mess out of his parents inside their home, then burned most of their remains. William, never having had the relationship with his parents that would have made him go crazy with rage, pain, and anguish over it, and wish to get revenge, merely accepted their deaths as just being casualties of war. Once alone, and with nowhere to go, he ventured out, and fought just as his parents did, but never sought to have a relationship with anyone. At age 23, William met his final battle, as a fully living witch, at least, against the remaining demons that murdered his parents, which made him feel regret for the first time, even though he defeated them all, they had mortally wounded him. Will collapsed where he stood, on the brink of death, until he heard soft whispering, then found himself looking up at a beautiful woman, with pale skin, glossy, raven black hair, and golden, intense eyes. By merely looking at him, she slowly lifted his body up, until he was suspended in the air by her will, and he stared at her, about to die, wondering if she was going to finish him off. Instead of attacking Will, she explained who she was, and what she would give him in return for his total belief in her and worship only her. She was Uradil, a goddess of spirits and death. Upon accepting immortal life, Will's body burst into flames, so hot they were blue and white, and he burned, suspended in the air for several minutes. Once the fire ceased, he fell to the ground, shaking and naked. Uradil explained why he had to burn, and left him there with a piece of black cloth to cover himself with.
With his powers almost completely gone, Will relied more on his physical fighting for years. Over the last 50 years, since his brush with death and Uradil's visit, he found his aging had stopped as well, obviously gaining immortality, and that some changes in who he was, was necessary, as he interacted with so many diverse people, and realizing his parents weren't entirely right about everything the way he thought. Will's hard personality began to soften among normal people, and for the first time, he felt love as he made friends, and found a lover in one of them, but they didn't last. Drifting and wandering for a few hundred years, he found his powers weren't developing and that he was fighting less and less, to the point where there was only one fight every few months, then every few months turned to every few years. One day, he came upon a group of FGB, discussing private matters quietly amongst themselves, and he listened, and learned that inside that coven, powers are developed through specific training. Highly interested in the FGB now, he followed the witches to the coven's location, and met with the Guides to request acceptance into the coven, and after a trial period to see how he and the other members got along, they welcomed him completely into their coven. |
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