I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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May 22, 2020 20:33:14 GMT
Post by Deliverer on May 22, 2020 20:33:14 GMT
Is any of this real...?
Or...
Not?
The sounds of claws hitting tile filled the ballroom as a majestic beast stepped in. With crystalline wings of painted glass, an aura of fiery warmth, and a figure befitting a legend or myth. The Phoenix of Heart stood proud and tall among the twilight of intermingling light and darkness.
Its intense gaze pierced through all who crossed it with harsh judgement as if it were peering through their very essence. Though, it could have been simply imagined due to the raw majesty such a form exuded.
Blinding but beautiful. Overwhelming yet graceful. The Phoenix stood as an Arbiter of Light in it's purest and rawest form.
Was this form merely a mask over a mask? Or was it the reflection of the wearer's heart put forth by the power of the magicks that bound everyone there today? Such idle questions lingered but mattered not to the man behind the hood. He was here not to celebrate but to observe those who followed the light. Also, to witness the echoes of 'balance' that had poisoned the resolve of the once stalwart brothers and sisters he had worked alongside.
Maybe the form he took drew upon the righteous fury of his heart, but in the end it mattered little. For it would both serve his purpose of anonymity and to help reinforce the symbol of Light's strength.
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I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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May 22, 2020 19:50:26 GMT
Post by Deliverer on May 22, 2020 19:50:26 GMT
"Well...Diana. I believe you are correct." The figure spoke, his smile still audible as he looked into the undead cat's eyes from beneath his cloak of shadow. He took but a moment to let his words settle before placing a gentle poke on her collarbone, resting his finger just above her heart. "You may be unliving, but this is still very much alive and worth protecting. Never compromise your light. Remember, even the most savage wounds of the past can not drown it. The light within will always pierce through."
He stood up and stepped back from her now. That intimidating howl of wind that billowed between them had seemingly been replaced by a gentle breeze as he looked upon her now. There was still an air of mystique about the towering silhouette within the neon sea but he was clearly not intending to be hostile.
"Don't think twice about your second chance. Treat your unlife as a new chapter in your story. After all, even in rebirth: your Shining Heart still blares."
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I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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Post by Deliverer on Apr 30, 2020 3:45:30 GMT
There was a moment of silence, the figure didn't say anything as he just stared at the girl as she nervously bore her soul to him. It was as if she were offering her heart to him, or at least it felt like she was. Especially when she gave her secret without prompt. Yet, despite this, she didn't oicanswer his question, at least... Not in the way he desired. "Diana the unliving." The voice returned, the whisper behind it turning harsh and demanding as a breeze picked up between them in the form of a billowing howl. The figure took a heavy step toward the catgirl as he stared from the shadow of his hood. "I did not ask, who you are..." Another step. "Nor did I question, who you were..."
The figure stood practically looming over her, as if the cloak was ready to wrap around her and drag her into the darkness it contained.
Yet...
It didn't overtake her.
Instead, He got down to one knee so he may get closer to her eye level. That harsh breeze died down as those gold lights beneath the hood began to shimmer, if only for a moment.
"I asked... Who are you meant to be?"
A voice, far warmer and filled with curiosity questioned. The playful smirk could practically be heard in the tone as he lightly cant his head to the side. |
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I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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Post by Deliverer on Apr 26, 2020 1:16:29 GMT
As Sora sat there, he'd be able to feel a presence fill the alleyway. A towering figure, clad in a brown tattered cloak stood at the end of it, as the shadow of his hood just stared ahead at the boy. There was a moment, where no words were shared. Only the silent ambiance of the world around them provided any sort of relief from the oppressive silence. "Keybearer..."
The voice came out in a powerful rumble as he took a step toward him. The heavy sound of boots scuffing against concrete rippled in the air as he took yet another step to continue his slow approach. Each step he took, the more that pressure seemed to increase until finally, he was practically beside him. "I need you to come with me." The man simply declared as he shifted his gaze up a bit, flecks of gold could be seen from under the hood where his should be but the darkness of the hood made it hard to make out any clear features. "You are not safe... Your friends are not safe and yet are not to be trusted." His tone sharpened as he extended a hand from the cloak, revealing a strange gauntlet covered in red metal. "Come with me." |
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I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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Post by Deliverer on Apr 26, 2020 0:48:58 GMT
The figure, feeling the eyes on him would stop and turn to the grey-skinned undead. Though his face would be impossible to see, the pressure he exerted would definitely be able to be FELT even from where he was. It was as if his presence carried such a weight to it that it was tangible physically. The man just took a moment to stare at the catgirl, his brown cloak continued to billow but he was otherwise motionless. That was, of course, until he took a step forward.
In a flash of white and gold, he was gone.
But a second later, a portal would open up behind the girl and the cloaked man would step out as if he had merely been continuing his stride. Standing at his full height of seven and a half feet tall he towered over her as the corridor of light dispersed behind him. He looked down, letting the silence speak for him as he just...Watched the girl.
"...Who are you meant to be?" He asked plainly, his voice coming out clear and deep yet the words carried a strange whisper behind them. It seemed like a simple question, yet it could be unwieldy all the same.
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I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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Apr 25, 2020 21:30:19 GMT
Post by Deliverer on Apr 25, 2020 21:30:19 GMT
Tokyo... One of the few places where even in the darkness of night it remained illuminated by light. The black sky had been painted with a palette of neon which made it difficult for shadows to lurk. Yet, one shadow remained among the crowds of sleepless people. A towering figure in a ragged cloak stood atop one of the tallest buildings and watched the city from it's perch. As the night chill's howl caused the cloak to billow: the figure bowed it's head from beneath it's heavy hood. "Somewhere..." A voice spoke. It's deep rumble was powerful, proud, and filled with fire. "Somewhere in this city. The key awaits." The voice continued as it extended a hand from it's cloak to survey the land. Memories of treachery and deceit remained fresh in the mind of the voice yet it couldn't bear to muster hatred over them. Only pangs of worry and the dread of what might be persisted. He was in danger, just as much as the man behind the hood. There was no telling what may happen if his ideals were corrupted just as the others had been. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let that happen. "...I just need to find it. Before they do." |
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I have been up against tough competition my whole life; I wouldn't know how to get along without it
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Post by Deliverer on Apr 24, 2020 0:49:51 GMT
"Courage is the Key." Name: Deliverer Age: ? ? ? Gender: Male Heart Type: ? ? ? World of Origin: ? ? ? Appearance: An oppressive shadow cloaked in obscurity. Deliverer is a figure that is completely hidden by a heavy brown cloak that looks to be worn and tattered from the elements. He positively towers over the common man: standing at over seven feet tall. That paired with a powerful build beneath his cloak as evident of his broad shoulders makes him quite intimidating to look at. His face remains completely obscured by the shadow of his hood but if one were to look closely at certain times: they might be able to see sparks of golden light burning where his eyes should be. Personality: Deliverer appears like a quiet observer and holds the detached air of an outsider looking in. This cloaked figure stands with stoicism and chooses little words as he watches the world through his veil of obscurity. Yet, when he does speak, he lets himself be heard. Beyond the shadow of his hood: colors of his true heart can be seen briefly shining through. For example, the way he carries himself is telling of the sort of person he truly is. He stands with unwavering confidence and pride, as if he commands immeasurable strength at all times. His words carry the charismatic weight of a seasoned leader and there are no traces of doubt or hesitation in his tone. Speckles of warmth, however muted, sometimes manage to reveal themselves as well. Though ultimately: it seems for whatever reason Deliverer is trying to conceal and obscure his true self. So whatever embers of his heart he shows are quickly snuffed away leaving the quiet shadow once more. History: Light and Darkness... Separate but Equal... Two halves of the cycle of life... Two primeval forces that no man could ever hope to contain. Yet, time and time again those seeking to lay claim over one or the other have appeared in the annals of fate. These villains wooed by the promise of absolute power have brought nothing but death and destruction in their designs to claim that which cannot be claimed. So, what sort of despair could be wrought from someone attempting to claim both? The man behind the hood began to suspect something was amiss when he began to hear strange whisperings among those he considered his allies. Talks of balance. Talks of control. The promise of power and unfathomable rewards. A corruption had ebbed it's way into the ideals of those who were supposed to be stalwart. Instead, dogmatic fascination and obsession over this concept of 'true balance' began to creep into the hearts of those allies. Though despite how demanding these ideals seemed to be it was subtle and hard to separate exactly who truly believed, and those who merely wished to discuss said ideals on a philosophical level. Though there was no doubt to what was happening as others began to go missing. There had been a traitor among the ranks who was getting rid of those who wouldn't convert to their way of thinking. It was impossible to tell who was responsible however. The man, unable to clearly find the true culprit ended up obscuring himself to protect his heart. There was no telling who he could trust or who he could rely on anymore. As such he was left alone to travel the worlds in an attempt to seek help. Yet there had been one bit of guidance he couldn't ignore: He had to find the Key.OOC: Nicobee Face Claim: (All Art of Deliverer under his hood will be drawn by me) List of Other Characters: Zero |
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