Clash of the Scions (IT BEGINS! LSUs accepted)

[Samchu]

Human Name: Karik Mason
True Name: Fenrir
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Light or Darkness: Darkness

Appearance (Human): http://www.imdb.com/media/rm4265983232/nm0597388 He is usually seen in a white t-shirt / dark jeans combination. There is a scar on the back of his right shoulder though he won't say where he got it from. His eyes are the colour of light hazel. His height is 6'3".

Appearance (Scion): http://images.wikia.com/dissidia/ima...sidiaChaos.png


Personality: In contrast to the shy and sensible Karik, Fenrir is arrogant and rash. He acts on impulse and believes himself capable of anything. If he wants something he’ll take it, regardless of whether that something is an object or a person. He is merciless, especially in battle, and actually enjoys humiliating defeated opponents. He speaks what he thinks and doesn’t care for the consequences. He loves to cause chaos and disruption and will go out of his way just to make life a little more unpleasant for the people around him. For obvious reasons he hates it when it rains.

Weapon(s): Just his bare hands. Usually whilst they’re on fire.

Abilities: Fenrir cannot create fire he can only manipulate it through touch. Any flames that he has manipulated retain their form after contact until they encounter a target, run out of fuel, or are extinguished by water or strong winds. Any manipulated fire that he is still in contact with will not run out of fuel and cannot be extinguished by wind, only water. He is essentially fireproof and can extend this aspect to anyone or anything that he is in physical contact with. For laughs, he likes to manipulate fire horses and ride them through populated areas.

Signature Magick: Fury of the Pack – Fenrir manipulates the fire into a pack of wolves. Unlike his usual manipulations, these wolves will never run out of fuel, cannot be extinguished by wind and will regain their wolf form should they encounter a physical object. Water is the only thing that can stop them. This move requires a large fire to begin with (an entire tower block would probably be the minimum blaze size with which he could pull this off). The size of the pack created is relative to the size of the blaze. Given the modern methods of fire prevention and control, the chances of him actually being able to use this move are slim.

History: Born from the shadow of the Light Fire scion, Fenrir became a vessel for the dark fires of human nature: lust and rage. Over time he was consumed by them and they became the leading factors behind all of his decisions. Because of this, it was easy for Nazara to convince him to join the first rebellion, turning his never-ending rage against his creators. Following its failure, Fenrir decided to stay out of the second rebellion, predicting its failure. Instead, he turned his rage on the humans, carrying out a quest of anarchy based on the age-old tactic of raping and pillaging. It was during this time that he discovered the love of chaos so prevalent in his personality. With the light scions distracted by the rebellion he was able to bring much misery to the human race before finally being defeated. Reawakened by the comet, he’s more interested in bringing an end to humanity than the ones responsible for his creation.

Karik is the only son of working class parents. He scraped his way through high school and got a job as an office slave in a town as far away as possible. Over the years he has watched numerous promotion attempts pass him by because his poor background in education has the office staff looking down on him. He has secretly been in love with Tessa since she started working there four years earlier. He makes just enough money to support himself whilst being able to go out on the odd occasion but his social circle is very small, limited to a few people he randomly met over the years.

Relations: Has a lot of respect for Nazara after her attempt at leading the first rebellion but is sceptical of following her into battle again. Looks on Zedona with disdain, considering the frail scion to be inferior and generally weak.


Other: None.


Karik / Fenrir
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As most of the city ventured out into the night to witness the dazzling nighttime intruder, Karik remained at his desk. Passed out in his poorly lit one-bedroom apartment, the young man had no idea what had transpired in that silent night sky, nor what it meant.

At least, not until the dreams started.

It started with a glow, an orange light at the edge of vision that danced and flickered. He tried to ignore it and focus instead on the blurred figures in the distance but he couldn't. The orange spread over his vision, darkening to firey red that blazed before him. Against the flames, scenes began to play out. Countless deaths took place before him, not just his but those of others as well, deaths caused by his own hands.

Memories...My memories. Memories of lives lived long ago.

Then he saw them. The Scions of Light, his captors, jailers, and he remember his hate, his rage. But not towards them - no, not them. They remembered the task of their dark counterparts, acknowledged it even. It was the humans. The roaches they were put in place to babysit. How happy they had been to indulge in their dark impulses, to put all that weight on him and his kind. And for what? To turn on them for their task, to look on them with disdain, hatred, fear. Oh he would give them something to fear. If they wanted a monster then they were going to get it. The world was going to burn, and he, Fenrir, would be the one responsible for the spark.

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Coming up later, death and destruction, mwahahahahaha!

[Shadow Wolf]

Chronos (AKA Tellus)
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“Terra Unda!” Chronos shouted as he used his maul to send the earth shockwave into the battlefield.

“Fury of the Pack,” Fenrir said while unleashing the blazing wolves to hunt his prey.

Both techniques made a collision that sent an impact to both of the Scions, sending them flying back and landing with a loud crash. They both took substantial damage, but their pride was not affected, so they both looked at the giant dust cloud created by the collision while getting up.

Fenrir saw Chronos’ Battle Maul flying in the air. If the heavy hammer was flying, thenhe knew that Chronos had undoubtedly taken substantial damage. Plus his wolves would not be extinguished by ground attacks, so they would be hitting him while he was on the ground. He grinned as he realized that he had gained the upper hand…

…or so he thought.

He heard one of his wolves whine in pain. “What the…?” his vision was focused into the dust created by both magicks. He could not see what was happening. “Did he survive?” He pondered.

He looked up again; the Battle Maul was falling down... then it suddenly vanished. “What?” He wondered why it happened. But as he muttered those words…

“Take this!”

Chronos dealt damage with his flanged mace. He had switched weapons right before attacking, and it was enough to distract Fenrir. His skull belt cracked… then the stomach pain… two of his hands moved in reflex into his stomach. He fell on his knees…

Chronos took the chance to change to his Battle Maul. The wolves were coming…

Chronos jumped! Though he could not jump really high, it was enough to evade the pack. He prepared his Maul to hit Fenrir right from above…

He missed him.

He landed a hit, but not on him. She was standing there, protecting Fenrir. She fell onto the floor, badly injured.

Chronos could not believe he'd hurt her. He was in shock. Fenrir was also surprised at first, but then gained composure. He jumped while closing his fists and pummeled Chronos with a devastating blow. Chronos was distracted, so this attack took him by surprise, sending him face first into the ground. He wasn’t focused on the battle anymore, and thus took the hit entirely. Fenrir had won, so he left him to battle the other Scions.

He used a bit of his strength to approach her and hold her in his hands. His physical pain was great, but his emotional pain was even greater, as he realized he'd hurt the one he loved.

Her hand grasped his face and then fell…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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Tellus awoke in a state of agitation. With cold sweat covering his human body, his heart beating at a greater speed than usual, his brown skin now turning a bit pale, and his mind remembering the last images of that faithful day, he rose up from his bed. “Again…” He thought as he recalled the many times he’s had the same dream.

He went to the bathroom to clean his face. His reflection on the mirror showed signs of uneasiness, but after he washed his face, he began to regain his color again. While drying his face with a towel, he wondered what time was now, so he proceeded to get out of the bathroom to check his cell phone. It was 8:02pm.
“Hmm, 4 hours…” he thought at the time he took in his nap. His part-time job kept him busy today, and his body asked for some rest after he was done. But this quickly was dismissed by the recurring images of the nightmare flowing through his mind. He needed to catch some air, so he proceeded to open his small casement window and look at his surroundings.

It was another quiet night in the outskirts of Saint Tesara, with only one or two cars passing every 15 minutes. Tellus preferred quiet places, so the outskirts of the city were good for him, plus the rent was cheap.

However, he noticed some of the people passing by pointing at the sky. His gaze moved in the direction of the fingers. His eyes caught sight of a fuzzy coma and then, of the solar body passing by the atmosphere. The comet passed by just like a celebrity, drawing the attention of all the people who could look at the heavens. Even Chronos had to admit that it was a beautiful sight to behold. “Newspapers will have a front page tomorrow” he thought as he closed the window.

Returning to his bed once again, he gazed at the roof while having many thoughts on his mind… How were the other Scions doing? How were the Dark Scions behaving? And then…. The images appeared once again…

“This is going to be another long night” He sighed.