Antithesis
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Reposting my old entry:
In-Game username- Saturn
Name: Varekus
Element: Neutral
Alignment: Evil -30
Rank: Master
Appearance:
Clad in a full set of thin, obsidian armor. The helm has a long dark ponytail set on the back, and the armor itself is covered in tattered dark purple cloth, including a cloak that is barely noticeable as it has been torn to shreds.
He wields a massive ancient looking claymore with a tarnished silver trim.
Artwork by me - http://twitpic.com/dbtuox
Cards:
200 attack card x3
500 attack card x5
Counter Attack x4
Power Strike x2
Neutralize x3
Death Flow x1
Player Quote: Soon, I too shall be consumed... by them... by the dark...
Enemy Quote: Forgive me, for I shall avail you... nothing.
Victory Quote: Thou art more pure than I...
Idle Stance: Stands with the hilt of his blade near his chest, the sword pointed downward into the ground. His breathing should appear heavy and apprehensive.
Charge animation: Darkness surrounds him in a swirling maelstrom.
Shield Animation: A low darkness surrounds Varekus feet.
Combo 1: Slowly slashes at the target in an upward swing.
Combo 2: Two quick circular slashes.
Combo 3: Somersaults into the air and slams his sword down vertically, stabbing three times.
Combo 5: He collapses to his knees in pain and pitch black beings rise from his body in a swirling maelstrom, striking at the enemy with tendrils.
Story;
Do not stray too far from the light, young Varekus, lest you be hunted by the darkness. Do not lose yourself to the void, lest you be devoured by it. Remember, child... even legends pray. Do not lose sight of me. I will guide you through the shadows, and protect you from all evils.
I open my eyes, the dirt and dust falling from my helmet. The air smells of death. Sadness.
I shall venture forth into the archfiends realm, to free this world from its horrors. The light shall guide my blade into the heart of the beast.
Thou art chosen, Varekus. Maketh pilgrimage to the land of death and shadows, and slay the beast of the void. Then, the final torch of thy fathers shall be lit, and the spirits of those trapped in deaths twisted labyrinths shall relinquish themselves unto the light, and the light will accept them with its warm, benevolent grasp.
I push myself from the earth, staring deep into the mountains that lead to the afterlife.
Guardians of Light, lead me through these deathly halls. Protect me with thy crown of thorns and secure my heart in its holy place among the stars. I serve thee...
Here I can sense the souls of those once living... a distant warrior, branded a sinner for reasons not of his own. A heartbroken knight who has lost the will to carry on. A maiden, her family... her childhood friends. They venture forth under the guidance of a treacherous coward. A frightened old man, searching hopelessly for someone to fend off the blackness which he cannot escape. A woman begging the darkness to fade, begging to her god to make it come to an end. Had they not suffered enough? I can hear her last words. You are too cruel... are they directed at her god? She is a saint in the eyes of both the faithful and the depraved and yet, all is lost in her body, mind, and soul.
I can only despair as the thoughts course through my mind like a thick venom.
It is only in thoughts of home that I retain my sanity in this unforgiving world. Undoubtably I would go mad and lose sight of my humanity without it, and for these thoughts to accompany me within the most dangerous of realms brought me peace. The path ahead seems so uncertain, though. So encroaching, looming. Its as if fate is waiting just around the next turn.
The great chasm itself nearly causes me to stumble as eternal blackness spreads as far as I can see. From whence I stand, I am unable to discern just how deep this hell is, yet I am sure it stretches almost infinitely. Cautiously I wield my blade, ready for anything, as I press forward into the depths of hell. From the moment I set foot into the abyss I could feel my soul tugging away from me. The darkness that surrounded me threatened to cause my very existence to shatter and dissipate within it.
Despite my doubts, I venture downward. Ultimately, my goal was worth more than the unfathomable stake at hand. The deeper into the void I tread, the more I feel myself begin to hallucinate and the more my sanity cringes under the weight of this evil.
My gods were no longer present. I can see the atrocities that crawl about. Silhouettes of terrible beings move in the distance. Very faint, but I know what they are. Something about these beings is familiar to me. The realization I endure is something that strikes me in a foreboding horror. The creatures are the very souls of those lost within the trenches of madness. I watch, almost in shock, as the souls vie amongst themselves, absorbing one another and disappearing forever in a vicious cycle for power.
Somehow, these souls that resemble the essence of my humanity call out to me. It is as if something within me, my very soul, wants them; to keep them; to grow with them, to achieve more through them. They beckon to me. I nearly lose control, but my willpower allows me to snap out of the trance and push onward into the void. The mission of defeating the great fiend and bringing an end to all that is evil must continue. The dark spirits loom ominously ahead.
Upon nearing them, the spirits bear devilish gazes at me and attack me. Their slowness allows me to swing my blade, the spirit phasing out of reality as my blessed sword slashes through it. Something calls out to me with each spirit I free, almost compelling me to continue slashing through the mass of shadows that grow in number every second.
If I remain for too long, I will be overwhelmed. I descend further and further, and with each passing step I feel something tearing at me from within. I cant help but question my decisions up to this point.
Where are my gods? Where are they, and where am I? Why have I tread so far into this forsaken labyrinth? Please, gods, help me...
The pain within me grows, becoming more and more intense as I progress. My pace has slowed considerably. I have to stop entirely in an attempt to treat the problem. I drop my blade to my side as I stare emptily at myself.
Surely... I think to myself. Surely I am not going insane? Surely I can fight onward... I must...
One instance of weakness, one stumble and the lowering of my guard... I see three black spirits spring upon me, phasing through me and instantly fading. The damage had been dealt. I can feel my souls connection to my body shatter, cracking to pieces as I fall to my knees. The call of the void is too great, and its primal instincts appeal to me. Consume. Dominate. I feel myself collapse under the weight.
Oh how cruel is fate? In under the most cautious of undertakings, I have failed to even come close to achieving my goal, condemning not only my life but my soul as well.
I can hear my spirit separate from me, clawing viciously and growling as it attempts to fend off more sprites, desperately trying to buy my body time to recover. I know such a thing is impossible, and my mind races an infinite distance before coming back with one dreadful revelation.
My mistake and recklessness also killed my most pure of existences. Call it unintentional. I have lured myself, and my soul, to its own doom. I have betrayed myself. And yet, to see myself still fight with unwavering bravery... it gives me hope.
In a last ditch effort I abandon all self-preservation and toss my body toward myself, dispelling all of the cleansing magic stored within me and placing a spiritual barrier around my soul.
It, now immobilized, sits watching me hopelessly as the last bit of my insanity escapes me, losing my withering grip on reality and my humanity.
I cry out to my gods with the last shred of sanity I possess, and the darkness consumes me.
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