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Fri Mar 31, 2017 10:34 am

Fri Apr 14, 2017 2:37 pm

Mist: This is a skill that Alexander has developed in order to aid him in certain circumstances. By utilizing the Shadow Burst effects and combining it with the air current around himself he is able to sweep up loose debris and use it to cover his movement, as well as partially blind his opponents. While this is not something that was meant to be used very offensively, it allows for quick retreats, as well as allowing for Alexander to re position in order to have some form of advantage in battle. If the conditions are suitable, however, it can be utilized in a combat oriented manner; this is done by using the wind to launch shrapnel at the target.

After having been sealed away, and granting Xavier access to this ability, it has gained the ability to take on new characteristics. By taking on the characteristics of his Aether Class Xavier is able to create an environment which is very much under his control. By infusing the air around himself with one of his Aether classes it is able to take on the characteristics of that class.

If the environment were to take on the "Damnation" class then the area around Xavier would grant any undead a stat boost; in addition to this the area would become foggy; a white cloud like substance would begin to raise from the ground, causing those who are caught in the vicinity to have their vision impaired.

If the environment were to take on the "Life" class then those who were allies, and within the area of effect, would begin to be healed; this is something which would not be able to heal mortal wounds, though it would be able to handle things such as broken bones and the like. These abilities, however, have their own limitations.

In order to be able to utilize these abilities Xavier must have adept or higher Control over Ziamichi's Powers and adept or higher Aether Magic. In addition to this the area in which this ability is able to be used is limited, though the limit depends on which class is being infused. The Area of effect for "Damnation" only has a five foot radius area. The area of effect for "life" only has a three foot radius area. While they have differing sizes they all only able to last for a total of four posts; this has a cool down of five posts.

Sat Apr 15, 2017 10:05 am

Aris was an Angel Iramasha who seemed to have a rather open mind; she did not care much for the persons sub type so long as they were a good person. She took Xavier in, allowing him to stay in a spare room, and began to heal what mental problems he had. Sure, she was not very skilled in healing but it was the fact that she would try that truly reached Xavier. It was the fact that she saw him as a person, not as a hybrid. Perhaps if there were more people like Aris in the world what was to happen could have been avoided.

It had taken no more than a week before word had spread that Aris was harboring Xavier; an unidentified male. In the Sotiria nation this would not have been a problem, the people there did not care much so long as it did not effect their daily lives; in the Angel Society, however, that was something which was not to be tolerated. As the days passed, though there were not may, Xavier was able to notice the change in the towns reaction to Aris; this was the curse that he had brought with him. It seemed that if he was present she would not be able to live a peaceful life; no matter how many times he had said this she simply waved him off. She would say that she did not care for what they had to say, though he was not sure of this.

It took everything he had in him to simply not abandon the place; if she was so adamant on trying to adapt to the new way in which the people treated her then he would be as well; he would not be a coward and run. It was during this short week that the voice in his head began to recede. Perhaps this was a place that he could actually call home. It was with this hopeful outlook that the seventh day had passed. Xavier was out, still attempting to make a good impression on the townsfolk, and Aris had decided to get some chores done at the house; perhaps if their roles were reversed then the whole incident could have been avoided; no, if he had simply left the house when he felt it was right this could have been avoided.

He had only been out of the house for a few hours, though it had felt like an eternity; Xavier began to think that there was no chance in hell that the town would come to accept him as one of their own; well, this would have to be addressed at some point. Returning home Xavier had noticed a difference from when he had left; the curtains were drawn and the front gate closed. Looking toward the door he had seen all he had to; a red 'x'

Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:06 pm

painted on the upper right hand corner. It did not take a person very long to find out what this meant, and even then rumors spread like wildfire. The Angel Iramasha, just as savage as the Devils. There was no familial ties in the Angelic community; if a person were to go against whatever unwritten laws they were exiled, or killed. Even in the short week that he had been here he was able to witness the "judgement" that had been passed on other Iramasha. The same marking could be found on the door.

Although he had only known her for a week there had never been a person as kind to him as her. It was with this that Xavier was filled with rage and the voice returned. It prompted him to simply kill all those that he could; go down fighting. While thoughts of murder, true judgement, filled his mind a brief vision of Aris filled his mind. Although she knew the consequences she did not run, she did not speak out, she simply accepted her fate as it were. It was with this that the anger subsided, but the voice only grew louder.

It was with this that he realized he did not have a proper control over himself. What they said about him was true; he was a monster, a being who could not control his powers. As tears rolled down his cheeks the ground began to be overgrown with dead ferns; Aris' death, Xavier's inability to control himself. These were the necessary components for Xavier to realize that he had to start training himself; his powers, while being something that were given to him by two unknown individuals, were in need of refining. Perhaps if he were to find these people they could help him refine these powers; help him to learn to control this energy. It was with this that he had, for the first time, a goal.

Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:20 pm

While he was unsure of whether they would be willing to help him in this journey, he felt that they owed him at least this much; the creator must have some sort of love for their creation, must they not? It's not as though they had asked to be created; this life was something that was forced on Xavier. Of the two he would approach the Angel first; while he did not have a name, he did have the mans face as well as an area in which he could search. This was the beginning of what would, ultimately, lead to Xavier's demise.

The wild was a place that he was very acquainted with. Having spent such a long time simply walking circles he was able to learn what skills were necessary in order to survive, as well as what it was that could be done. Having left the town with nothing but the clothes on his back he had to survive on his own once more. While those seven days were no more than a speck on the plate of an Iramasha's timeline he swore he wouldn't forget what it was that she offered him; shelter and unconditional acceptance. That is what the world should be; this was what the world would be shaped into. It was with what few memories that he had of Aris that he would continue his journey.

Although the Angel Society was not the largest plot of land in the Iramasha's realm, he was sure that this was going to take him some time; he had heard the two speak of a few towns in which they would often frequent; this small list was what he would use to help narrow his search. Wandering from town to town, spending hundreds of years simply searching for the male, he would eventually find the man. Winston, as he was called, was an Angel who was known in town as the Angel of Peace. He was able to calm many situations, as well as help resolve any sort of disputes; from what he could tell the that had created him should not have been friendly by any means; they were the exact opposite of each other. Perhaps opposites did attract in some sense.

It was with this discovery that he had approached the male; while he doubted that it would be a very nice reunion he did hope that the man could impart some form of wisdom on him; perhaps he could even help him calm the voices in his mind. As Xavier approached Winston, just as he had left his cabin, the man let out a small smile. "Well, I'll be damned." Winston spoke, approaching Xavier and giving the man a hug as though they were old friends.

Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:36 pm

With a smile Xavier returned the hug, though he felt rather awkward about doing so; it seemed he was unable to get mad at the male. His mere presence was something which had calmed his anger; it repressed the voice in his head. He felt as though he had known the man for quite some time and as such he had lowered his guard. Although he had appreciated the way in which Winston had approached him, and even the fact that he was so open with Xavier, it did not change the fact that he had abandoned him so long ago.

After having exchanged pleasantries Xavier began to ask what it was that he had come here; he wanted training in order to utilize his powers properly, as well as information on where he could find the other man. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Winston knew he had done wrong by this man, or perhaps it was the sense of duty that he felt, but he promptly agreed to these two requests. While he was willing to help he would not do so in town, and as such, had led Xavier out towards a different, albeit similar, cabin out of town. For the next few hundred, perhaps thousands, of years Xavier began to realize just what this mans power was, how to utilize it to the fullest as well as who the other man was. Damien, or so he was called, was the other man involved in his creation. He had already memorized the name and continued his training.

Although he was not nearly as well versed in the ability as Winston, he had took enough of the mans lifetime and simply thanked him for the training and left the man be; perhaps if he had seen Damien first he would have slayed the man; as he was told Damien was a rather rambunctious person. He did not care for the lives of others, though when presented with a more peaceful aura was a rather calm man. Perhaps this training would allow for the man to remain calm, though he had some serious doubts.

It was as he left town that he had learned of the warp gates; these things would have shaved years off of his travel, though he did not mind the late discovery. All that mattered was that he had finally discovered it. With a light smile he simply walked through the gate. What awaited him next was something he had never expected. Perhaps this was going to be more difficult than he had expected.

Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:54 pm

As he appeared on the other side of the warp gate all that had filled vision was chaos; while the buildings were intact, and there was not any direct forms of chaos being committed, at least from what he could see, he was able to feel the chaos of this society. It was with this that the voice in his mind, which had been dormant for the past thousand years, was now shouting in his head; in the past it was at a bearable level it was now filling his mind with nothing but it's demands. The training which he had performed for the last thousand years was of no use when faced with this reality. It was with this that he began to lose a sense of who he was and found himself losing his consciousness; it was after some unknown amount of time that he regained his consciousness. Awakening on the edge of the Devil Society he looked up, and it seemed that he had already accomplished what it was he was trying to do. Damien, the man he was searching for, stood before him.

After having exchanged his pleasantries with the man, though it seemed to be rather one sided, he confronted him the same way he did Winston. It was rather odd, but the man took some time to answer; unexpectedly the man agreed and they began immediately. His training took part in the center of the Devil Society; from what he was told the training took a total of a thousand years, just as it had with Winston. He remembered it all, though he knew he was not the one in control; it was while he was in the Devil Society that the voice had overtaken his mind and he was simply a doll to it. It had control over his actions and he simply accepted it. This new found control, however, lead to the voice becoming much more quiet than it was in the past. Perhaps he was on the right path. After having given his thanks, just as he had with Winston, he left the society. There was only one place left for him; he wasn't accepted in the angel society and he could not live as himself in the devil society. The Hybrid society was all that was left for him. Perhaps this would be the best place for him to explore his abilities, and this odd feeling which had began to overtake him. It was with this that he realized that his two halves need not be separate, but could become intermingled. It was with this that he also began to experiment with his Aether Armament.

Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:55 pm

» Name: Xavier
» Titles: The Machiavellian, The Cursed, The Exiled, The Wrathful, The Nephalem, The Nephalem of Judgement
» Race: Iramasha
» Age: Who the fuck knows? After so many years one simply stops counting. The best approximation would be 20,000 years old; despite his age he still appears to be in his twenties.
» Gender: Male
» Affiliation/Rank: At the moment Xavier does not have a solid affiliation with any particular organization, though he does seem to share many sentiments that Mana has presented. He is seen as an antagonistic person, often being associated with Shadow Fall. The main reason that he is not a part of Shadow Fall is the simple fact that he cannot force himself to be deemed inferior to another. He is unable to bow his head to a master.

Angel Iramasha: "The whole 'Holier than Thou' attitude is something that I simply do not understand. It was YOU who attempted to commit genocide among your own race. It is YOU who will disown those who do not adapt to whatever antiquated customs you believe in. It was YOU who who should repent. YOU must accept your own sins before you claim to be the superior race. YOU must learn the error of your ways."

Devil Iramasha: "While I am, frankly, disgusted by the actions of my own race there is something I must say; the war was something that was caused by your kind. It was YOU who began the war. While I do not believe any faction to be proper in their decisions at this time, I must admit it was due to YOUR actions that it all occurred. You people simply do not care. Why is that?"

Nature Iramasha: "Frankly, I am not sure what I should believe. I have not had the opportunity to interact with many of your type. I suppose I should make an effort to expand on that. Perhaps we could have a favorable relationship. Well, only time can tell."

Hollows: "These beings, what is the point? It is something that has bothered me for quite some time. Why must they continue to exist? They failed in their human life and now are unable to simply accept this failure? They seem to be a sad excuse for an existence. Please, do not waste my time with whatever useless babble you have. Unless it will help me in some way, I simply do not care; why should I?"

Arrancar: "You people are, generally, not all that interesting. Sure, you were able to hang onto a bit more of your humanity, for what little that counts, and even able to remove those grotesque masks. For this, I will admit that you show some potential. Perhaps the upper echelon of your species would prove to be useful."

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Vizard: "You people are, in the most generic of terms, power hungry. You are, at least from the very concept of your creation, not to be trusted. Turning to your enemy for additional power. I am not sure as to how I feel about this. While I will admit that you have gained more power, it has come with its own risks, has it not? I do think that, just as the Arrancar, you hold the potential to be of great use."

Shinigami: "The shinigami... Where shall I begin? You are the sort who want to serve a greater good, the type that will attempt some grandiose mission and then complain when it doesn't end well. There are some in your ranks, however, that do interest me. Perhaps I will have to re-examine your usefulness."

Quincy: "This clan has become so dilapidated that I was unsure as to whether I should even worry much about them. Though, seeing as they have not completely die out as of yet, I suppose I should look into this sect. Perhaps I could find some use for them."

Sugiurans: "You are a sneaky bunch. Spreading lies, all in order to to ensure your survival and to ensure your way of life. I can respect this. Do what one must to survive; however, I do hope we can get along. Your kind seems to hold the ability to utilize many sorts of powers."

Humans: "You people are just as bad as the Iramasha, if not worse. You choose to slay each other over the most trivial of things; there is no sense of unity among your species. Why is this? Shouldn't you want to survive and thrive? What is the point in simply murdering your own kind. War, for what? Genocide, for what? Why must you people ravage the land and simply do as you please. Perhaps you have not seen the light yet."

Demons: "Demons, where to begin? This species is capable of many things, some of which are quite amazing. It is, however, all for naught when considering how they act. Uncouth. Animals. There seems to be no sort of structure to these people. Chaos. This is something enjoy, though it is not what I strive to achieve."
» Appearance Written:
Eyes: Xavier's eyes are a light blue; the best comparison would what a person see's when they look out into the ocean. This light blue is representative of what little innocence he has left; his vision for this world is one in which a person will not have to endure the same treatment as he had.

Hair: Xavier's hair is a best called a steel red; it is something that best represents his spirit and what it is that he is willing to endure. Just like steel he is able to handle a large amount of pressure to achieve what it is he wants.

Height: Xavier stands at a magnificent 6'0.

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Casual Attire: Xavier is a person who will usually dress in a very casual manner; this is something that allows him to not stand out much and still feel comfortable in society. A plain white shirt, with a scarlet R sown onto it's pocket; this R is something that is meant to stand for Renegade, though that is something Xavier has never told another. To compliment this he will usually wear an orange shirt and jeans.

Psychological Instability: This is something that was present since Xavier's birth, though it was never much of an issue. While at birth he did not have any psychological problems, he was simply much more prone to having them. This was not a problem for Xavier for many years; while the isolation of having been shunned had caused him to develop a mild case of schizophrenia, which has mostly become dormant, he was rather lucky. This all changed, however, once he had decided to take in Alexander. After having taken his soul in Xavier's mind has slowly began to show its weakness to mental instability. It was only after he began developing the Hive Mind that this began to manifest itself; this was mainly depicted through the fact that he became much more cautious, especially around those who he had trusted. This was the mark that his schizophrenia had began to slowly creep back into his mind; the instability of having a mixed heritage has taken its toll on his mind and there is not much that he could do to stop it at the moment. Although he wishes to correct this error of his, he is unable to do so himself and as such cannot trust others to do it.

Xavier's schizophrenic tendencies are mostly manifested through a voice in his mind that often causes him to cast doubt on those around him, even leading him to question his own competence. Although he was unsure of his own actions for quite some time he slowly learned to deal with this voice in his mind, over time he realized it was nothing more than some delusion that he had created for himself. It was with this realization that he began to try and ignore its existence. By doing this the voice only began to grow louder and louder until it grew heavy on his mind. In the current day and age these schizophrenic tendencies have become less prominent, though they still make an appearance whenever his mind is pushed to its limit.

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