Fjell Fyr [APPROVED 3-2]

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» Name: Fjell Fyr
» Titles: The Blood of the Mountain
» Age: 1,312
» Gender: Male
» Affiliation/Rank: None

» Shifter Appearance Written: Fjell holds no altered forms within him.

» True Appearance Written: Fjell Fyr’s form is imposing to say the least. The brute stands at least five meters tall, towering over nearly all save hollow and some other demons. Said towering form is thick, covered in blackened, rocky skin that seems to have been stretched tight over formidable layers of iron hard muscle. Despite the feel of stone, his skin is not actually rock, merely very tough and hard. It is also lined with cracks along it, adding to the illusion of a rocky hide. When he channels his power, or his blood, these cracks can glow with the molten fury that boils within him. His hands and feet have but three digits each, those on his hands are thick and tough, padded for extra grip. Fjell’s hair is a stark white, often pulled into a loose pony tail that drapes nearly to the small of his back. Which of course makes it almost as tall as the average human. His face is rough as well, a monstrous visage of glowing white eyes, and sharp fanged teeth, with heavy tusks jutting from his lower jaw. Other than this he has little, save for a simple loincloth to cover his waist, seeing little need for other forms of clothing.

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» Personality: It is easy to assume, given Fjell Fyr’s imposing form, and his rumbling voice, that he is a dangerous, and hostile beast, and while the former might be true, the latter can more easily be called into question. Fjell is a creature of action, with little patience for drawn out conversations. As such, if one has come to talk, they will find him answering shortly, tersely, and often seeming to pay little attention as he goes about his preferred tasks. Those tasks being training and combat. For Fjell the world can be boiled down to two simple categories. Those who talk, and those who fight. Engaging him in the fiery heat of combat is the swiftest way to earn his respect and get more out of him than rumbling grunts that sound more like a crumbling mountain than speech. For those that try to talk instead of fight, he holds contempt, but for those who try to stop combat engaged, to try and talk a heated foe down, he has outright hatred.

To put it in his own words, “Bah, all this talk. I can feel my blood cool and thicken!” Battle is where one feels most alive, where one is validated. It is in the crucible of combat that the victors are decided, and it is the victors that write history, that decide what right or wrong truly is. Never in history has he seen any form of true progress achieved without first requiring others to climb atop the bodies of the fallen, and he firmly believes that he never will. The ‘peace’ that so many foolish beings value is always paid for in the fire of war. More than that though, those who would rather talk than fight always seem to be some of the weakest. Thus, Fjell Fyr will always fight, will raise his voice to join the roar of battle. To him, combat, be it a pitched war, or a simple spar, is the single most enjoyable and fulfilling thing anyone can engage in.

One might not guess that if they saw him in battle though. For in combat he seems almost enraged. Part of it is that his face is naturally set to a vicious scowl, but another part is how he fights. Fjell fights with a savage fury that is an awe to behold. He goes in hard and relentlessly, forever attacking, and gladly taking blows if it means securing a painful blow upon his opponent. When viewed without knowledge of his mindset, he can seem furious that he has been challenged, but in truth, he is delighted, and if his opponent somehow survives the battle, he will often leave them alive. Yet he sheds no tears for them if they fall. He does not hold back, and attacks with relentless savagery, if the opponent wishes to get out alive, win or lose, they must handle that on their own field.

» Likes: Combat, training, magma, isolation, and those willing to speak their beliefs through fist and blade.

» Dislikes: Too much talking, peace, water, Pacifists.
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» History Fjell Fyr was born in the Demon World, in one of the ‘Birthing Zones’ that produce demons from just the very stuff of the world. Fjell was born from the soil, from the broken rock that nourished the forests of the island. As a newborn, a ‘tadling’ he looked nothing like the sturdy goliath he would become later in his existence. A mewling, pathetic thing. He barely reached five feet, although his skin had the same black, rocky texture, but was much softer than it is now. The first thing Fjell can recall of that time was a terrible hunger, that burning need to feed that all newborns have. The tadling tried to feast on whatever it could, and as fortune would have it, the little imp turned to other tadlings. The foliage of the trees, and the fruit they bore could not sate the thing’s hunger, and so it turned to what few sources of meat there were, falling upon its own ‘siblings.’

The goliath knew not how long he spent on this island, devouring his kin, days, weeks, perhaps it had even been years. What he did know was that by the time a more mature demon wandered the island to look for tadlings that were worth raising, Fjell Fyr could stand upon his own legs, and his skin had already started to harden to protect himself from what strikes the other newborns could manage to level at him. The demon knew that Fjell Fyr had been eating other demons, but seemed encouraged by this. They decided that this showed a level of promise and potential strength that was worth nourishing. Although Fjell did not go willingly, he was still barely above a tadling, and was easily subdued by his new ‘parent’ and taken away from the island. For decades if not centuries, Fjell Fyr served beneath this demon, being educated and raised to be a mighty demon. He was taught much of history and of the many conflicting ways of the demons. More importantly he was taught of the value of strength, of the power that came from being able to crush others beneath you, and this formed the core of the warrior philosophy he would later adopt.

As he grew older and his strength swelled, Fjell Fyr noticed that the demon preferred to have Fjell fight for him. Using the growing goliath to subdue others for him, and taking a great delight in it. While loyalty to the parent sought to keep him in check, the growing warrior’s soul took issue with this, and eventually umbrage. It was not as if his parent couldn’t defeat these people himself! Why was it then that he had Fjell do so? It seemed like poor training, very few of these fights were a proper challenge after all. It seemed more that his parent was simply lording over the fact that they had such a warrior at their command. Eventually Fjell confronted the demon, hoping to be put in his place in combat. Instead the demon talked, his father tried to reason with him using soft words and a silver tongue! This was the final sin, and Fjell left his parent, smashing his way through the keep and vanishing into the wilderness. He wandered through the lands of the Demon World, until he came across a place where the burning blood of the world poured forth into the open air. A place where lava oozed up from the ground, running down the slopes of the volcano.

Here, Fjell Fyr rested, spending many years, over a decade even, tunneling through the volcano. He smashed his way through rock and stone, and waded through the rivers of lava, and magma deeper in. When he grew hungry, the demon found that he could sustain himself on this blood of the world, and it awakened a burning fire within him. He could feast upon the rocks, and his now burning body would melt the stone, reduce it to more of this blood. As Fjell would put it, he became of the same blood as the world itself, and while he underwent these changes, while muscle lined his body more and more to let him more easily smash his way through rock and stone, his warrior’s philosophy crystallized and formed. Eventually he departed this burning mountain, to see his way through the demon world, to test his combat skills once again, for it had been too long.

He was astonished to see the changes in himself. At once more powerful, but so unfamiliar that it nearly cost him several battles before he adjusted and adapted. His fighting style grew and flourished in this new form, and he frequently traveled the demon world to find worthy foes to battle and test himself. At times he would even leave the Demon World altogether, traveling Earth, or even Hueco Mundo in search of beasts and warriors to pit himself against! Though he talked little, he was always more free with his words after battle had been engaged, and then won or lost. Thanks to what little he did say, some demons came to give him a nickname, a title attached to the legend he was slowly forging. The Blood of the Mountain, a demon of rock and magma that sought nothing but to fight, and did so with savage zeal. Fjell Fyr made no allegiances nor any ties. For such went counter to his belief system. Should any being or army wish to have The Blood of the Mountain serving them, they would have to do so the only way he would accept. In the crucible of combat.
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» Natural Abilities:
Curse Effect: Though Fjell Fyr does not dabble in curses leveled upon a single target, he does apply them to a broader area as part of how he fights. It is often done hand in hand with making the environment more suitable to himself. That same power that lets him spring forth the burning blood of the world also curses it, making many opponents feel as if they were in an oppressive heat, and in fact they are. Fjell’s curse upon an area does not poison an enemy, it does not make them bleed, what it does is slowly cook all those within its range who are not strong enough to withstand the effects.

Body Manipulation: While Fjell Fyr has a relatively stable and unwavering body, he does actually make good use of body manipulation in a number of ways. First it is one of the reasons his hide has that tough, stone like quality, and he uses his control of his body to give a greater control of the flow of his burning blood. However the greatest thing he does with it, is in conjunction with his Meteoric attacks. In battle, it is not uncommon to see the Goliath pull his body into itself, to create a great rocky sphere, that he might just hurl himself at his foes like a cannonball or meteor.

The Blood of the World: The name Fjell gave to his burning blood, and the magma and lava that helped change his blood into this state. His blood glows a bright orange, and can even be visible through cracks in his skin when he truly gets heated. In a normal state, this cause Fjell to constantly radiate heat, a heat that grows all the higher the more of his power he is channeling or the angrier he gets. However, Fjell even uses his blood more offensively, jettisoning it from his body or mixing it with his demonic energies for painful, flesh searing ranged attacks, or even just pumping a great deal of it to one limb, to superheat his physical strikes. Fjell though does try to be sparing about his ranged attacks, attempting to make them count as he can. After all he is expelling his own blood, and if he expels too much, his body will cool and slow, even become brittle until he can either recover, or consume more of the ‘Blood of the World’ directly. It is one of the reasons he will try to alter the environment to bring forth lava, for if he uses too much blood, he has a source of replenishment right at his feet.

» Unique Abilities:
Verden Raseri: This potent ranged attack is one of the many ways Fjell has discovered to use his blood offensively. Focusing his burning blood into his arms, to where it starts to drip out, he brings both arms wide, before slamming them together in a vicious clap. The first thing this does is cause his burning blood to spray out of his arms to either side of him, meaning those who tried to get close and move to the sides of the clap may well get hit by a spray of molten blood. In front of the clap though, a vertical ‘pulse’ of magmatic blood is sent forward in a vicious shockwave. Up close it can even hit an opponent with a surprising amount of concussive force, although it loses its force rapidly over distance, just twenty five meters past and the only real threat is that of the burning blood hitting an opponent.

Meteor Brenne: As noted in the Body Manipulation, one of the things Fjell does in combat, is shape his entire body into a great rocky sphere to hurl himself at foes. Meteor Brenne is the ‘practical’ application of this particular feat. Often accompanied by Fjell Fyr leaping high up into the air, he then forms himself into the sphere. From there, careful ‘jets’ of his burning blood are used to direct what is now a meteor that will smash into the battlefield with truly terrifying force.

Knuse Inferno: A more close ranged attack than Verden Raseri and Meteor Brenne, Knuse Inferno is often done as a follow up to having seized his opponent in some manner. For Knuse Inferno, Fjell pumps his magmatic blood to the surface of his skin, pushing as much up as possible to turn himself into a terrible furnace. Not only does this increase the heat surrounding him to painful, horrific levels, but if someone was held by him, either in a bear hug, or just by being grabbed by a hand, they are not only far too close to the source of that terrible heat, but will have that heat channeled into them by the contact. In the most ideal situation it is done after pulling an opponent into a bear hug, and some foes have been known to combust outright from the sheer heat.

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» Adjustable State Appearance: Fjell Fyr has no adjustable states.

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Racial Skills

• Za Koa Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Demon Magic: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Shadow Movement: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Akuma Kyōdo: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  

General Skills

• Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner

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» Role Play Sample:
The ground trembled as the demon roared. It was a terrible sound, as if an entire mountain had been shattered in some tremendous explosion, and to all nearby it may feel as though that had happened as Fjell Fyr’s great fist slammed into the ground. The impact sent soil flying up around them, spraying harmlessly over the rocky, black flesh of the demon as it spread out away from him in a great wave. A shallow crater was left from the impact, but Fjell did not pause to admire this handiwork. The target of his vicious strike had proved themselves as agile as at any other time in this battle. Time and time again they had avoided the brute’s strikes, the only time Fjell had come close to tasting satisfaction was when he had first sprayed out his blood and seen the look of shock and pain as the molten blood seared through his foe’s clothing. Yet, his foe was tenacious and smart, and had adapted quickly, learning to watch out for when the demon would send his blood shooting out. It did not help that Fjell could not afford to send too much out at any one time.

Fjell Fyr turned and straightened, his fearsome, white eyed gaze sweeping the landscape, and there was his foe. They had leapt off of a fallen tree to get airborne, and swung their spear around them. They were too far away to hit so that must mean. A heated snort came from Fjell’s nostrils as he swiftly swung his left arm up, the thick, blackened limb took the blast of incoming energy straight on. It hit with an impressive impact, enough that Fjell’s massive bulk was sent sliding back a few inches even! He could also feel pain, feel his flesh crack still further from the impact of the energy, and the subsequent explosion that sought to temporarily rob Fjell of his sight through smoke. Yet, he was no fool, he had seen his opponent in those few moments before the blast hit, and he knew exactly what they were doing.

With a lurch, Fjell straightened himself, taking a step forward before extending both of his arms out in front of him, it still left a wide space and then? He felt it, the feel of that spear slamming into his hardened, rocky body, of it cracking that flesh...and then sinking into his molten insides. There was pain, but no true warrior would let pain stop them! With a roar that made the ground tremble around them, his arms closed in. Should his opponent prove too slow, those mammoth arms would wrap around them and pull his foe close, and this close was not a good place to be, for even as his arms moved, Fjell pumped his blood through his body, forced it all from the core of his being out to his skin. The temperature of the air rose, the nearby trees, all fallen from the savage fury of Fjell’s strikes, would begin to smoke, on the cusp of lighting aflame, but they would feel only a paltry sense of the heat that was radiating through Fjell’s very skin. The heat that threatened to light those trees afire was but a small taste of the terrible burning agony the demon’s foe would surely feel if they did not avoid that crushing grip!

• Durability: Adept
  
• General Speed: Beginner
  
• Strength: Adept
  
• Weapon Skill: Beginner
  

• Za Koa Skill: Adept
  
• Demon Magic: Beginner
  
• Shadow Movement: Beginner
  
• Akuma Kyōdo: Adept