Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2012 21:00:47 GMT -5
~Year 1~
Azmodan travels back to his home-world of Kold. While there he travels to his family’s former home and is surprised to run into his thought-dead twin brother. They reconnect and vow to never go so long without talking again. They both reveal their true internal evils but they vow never to betray each other. Azmodan and Azrael set out to explore the universe, and bend it to their will.
~Year 2~
Azmodan trains vigorously. He and Azrael spar to a standstill, proving that the brothers were equal in both power and level of respect. They both grew in admiration and love towards each other, something an Icer isn’t quite sure how to deal with. Azmodan and Azrael form into a cohesive unit, fighting just as well together as they do alone. The bond between the two proves that blood is thicker than anything.
~Year 3~
Azmodan and Azrael join the World Trade Organization under Suki. They both hope to eventually become high ranking members in the organization and both secretly long for Suki’s approval. The World Trade Organization welcomes them with open arms. Azmodan fights hard and works his ass off to try and impress Suki and make his way into his good graces.
~Year 4~
Azmodan accepts a hit from a former client and invites Azrael along with him. They arrive where the hit is scheduled for and Azmodan and Azrael fight and destroy the targets…
Azmodan stood across from the Saiyan smirking a very confident smirk. This creature standing in front of him was a bug, a peasant. Nothing he would even have to break a sweat to kill. He would enjoy this. He would enjoy this immensely. The Saiyan realized the disparity in power-level and Azmodan saw fear creep into his eyes. This made Azmodan laugh a deep and hearty laugh.
“I’m glad you realize how hopeless it will be to fight me. Still I expect you to try.”
Azmodan rushed forward faster than the Saiyan could track and slammed his fist into his guts. He felt ribs crack and organs begin to burst. Blood spilled out of the Saiyan’s mouth. Azmodan laughed and used his tail to smack the Saiyan to the ground. The Saiyan made his way groggily to his feet and Azmodan danced around him. He stopped dancing and let the Saiyan make feeble attempts at punching him. It was quite sad, but Azmodan found it highly amusing. The Saiyan screamed out as Azrael finished off the majin that had been with Sohko.
“I hope you know I’m enjoying this immensely.” Azmodan brought his knew into the man’s stomach and then into his face. He felt bones pop and break, blood spill out of the Saiyan’s mouth. He coughed and fell to the ground. Azrael joined Azmodan as they stood over the Saiyan. They both laughed at the pitiable condition of the Saiyan. They gathered up their ki and pointed it at the Saiyan, Azmodan would rather finish him off with his bare hands, but the contract had been specific. The Saiyan didn’t even have time to scream as he died.
~Year 5~
He would go to hell. He knew this; he had killed too many people. He had done too many things to even be considered to be good. And he wasn’t. Azmodan knew that his death would come eventually, as all death’s due. He had never considered it to be by his own hands though. He had discussed with Azrael his plans, and Azrael looked at him like he was the most foolish being in all the universe.
“Brother do you really need to do this?”
Azmodan nodded. He needed to do this. He needed to get Vil out of hell, and the only way he could do it was to go to hell himself and drag him out. He knew he had the power to fight his way out of hell, and he needed Vil back. He didn’t understand it himself, but Vil was that important to him and as the years dragged on, Azmodan missed Vil more and more. He hated that he missed Vil, but the big blue alien had been all he had had for so long, and his death haunted Azmodan for years and years.
Azmodan stuck his finger up to his head and gathered all of his ki. He would need to use all of his power to kill himself. Azrael began to protest, but it was too late, the lust beam surged through Azmodan’s head, and he went to hell.
Moves learned:
Year 1: Azmodan teaches himself the move Rotting Sloth. Azmodan’s hands get covered in rotting pus and rot, a layer of ki protects Azmodan’s arms himself, but the rot and pus eats away at whatever it touches. Azmodan’s speed is reduced during the duration of this move.
Year 2: A Brother’s wrath: A devastating kick that grows stronger the more damaged Azmodan’s brother Azrael is.
Year 3: Icer’s Pride: Azmodan summons all of his strength and laces his tail with Ki making every blow inflicted by the appendage deal devastating damage.
Year 4: Gluttony Absorption: Azmodan’s jaw unhinges and he catches ki attacks that are thrown at him in his mouth, depending on the ki’s power it may not work, but if absorbed Azmodan uses the extra energy to heal small injuries or temporarily increase his power.
Year 5: Lust Beam: Functions exactly like a Death Beam.
Azmodan travels back to his home-world of Kold. While there he travels to his family’s former home and is surprised to run into his thought-dead twin brother. They reconnect and vow to never go so long without talking again. They both reveal their true internal evils but they vow never to betray each other. Azmodan and Azrael set out to explore the universe, and bend it to their will.
~Year 2~
Azmodan trains vigorously. He and Azrael spar to a standstill, proving that the brothers were equal in both power and level of respect. They both grew in admiration and love towards each other, something an Icer isn’t quite sure how to deal with. Azmodan and Azrael form into a cohesive unit, fighting just as well together as they do alone. The bond between the two proves that blood is thicker than anything.
~Year 3~
Azmodan and Azrael join the World Trade Organization under Suki. They both hope to eventually become high ranking members in the organization and both secretly long for Suki’s approval. The World Trade Organization welcomes them with open arms. Azmodan fights hard and works his ass off to try and impress Suki and make his way into his good graces.
~Year 4~
Azmodan accepts a hit from a former client and invites Azrael along with him. They arrive where the hit is scheduled for and Azmodan and Azrael fight and destroy the targets…
Azmodan stood across from the Saiyan smirking a very confident smirk. This creature standing in front of him was a bug, a peasant. Nothing he would even have to break a sweat to kill. He would enjoy this. He would enjoy this immensely. The Saiyan realized the disparity in power-level and Azmodan saw fear creep into his eyes. This made Azmodan laugh a deep and hearty laugh.
“I’m glad you realize how hopeless it will be to fight me. Still I expect you to try.”
Azmodan rushed forward faster than the Saiyan could track and slammed his fist into his guts. He felt ribs crack and organs begin to burst. Blood spilled out of the Saiyan’s mouth. Azmodan laughed and used his tail to smack the Saiyan to the ground. The Saiyan made his way groggily to his feet and Azmodan danced around him. He stopped dancing and let the Saiyan make feeble attempts at punching him. It was quite sad, but Azmodan found it highly amusing. The Saiyan screamed out as Azrael finished off the majin that had been with Sohko.
“I hope you know I’m enjoying this immensely.” Azmodan brought his knew into the man’s stomach and then into his face. He felt bones pop and break, blood spill out of the Saiyan’s mouth. He coughed and fell to the ground. Azrael joined Azmodan as they stood over the Saiyan. They both laughed at the pitiable condition of the Saiyan. They gathered up their ki and pointed it at the Saiyan, Azmodan would rather finish him off with his bare hands, but the contract had been specific. The Saiyan didn’t even have time to scream as he died.
~Year 5~
He would go to hell. He knew this; he had killed too many people. He had done too many things to even be considered to be good. And he wasn’t. Azmodan knew that his death would come eventually, as all death’s due. He had never considered it to be by his own hands though. He had discussed with Azrael his plans, and Azrael looked at him like he was the most foolish being in all the universe.
“Brother do you really need to do this?”
Azmodan nodded. He needed to do this. He needed to get Vil out of hell, and the only way he could do it was to go to hell himself and drag him out. He knew he had the power to fight his way out of hell, and he needed Vil back. He didn’t understand it himself, but Vil was that important to him and as the years dragged on, Azmodan missed Vil more and more. He hated that he missed Vil, but the big blue alien had been all he had had for so long, and his death haunted Azmodan for years and years.
Azmodan stuck his finger up to his head and gathered all of his ki. He would need to use all of his power to kill himself. Azrael began to protest, but it was too late, the lust beam surged through Azmodan’s head, and he went to hell.
Moves learned:
Year 1: Azmodan teaches himself the move Rotting Sloth. Azmodan’s hands get covered in rotting pus and rot, a layer of ki protects Azmodan’s arms himself, but the rot and pus eats away at whatever it touches. Azmodan’s speed is reduced during the duration of this move.
Year 2: A Brother’s wrath: A devastating kick that grows stronger the more damaged Azmodan’s brother Azrael is.
Year 3: Icer’s Pride: Azmodan summons all of his strength and laces his tail with Ki making every blow inflicted by the appendage deal devastating damage.
Year 4: Gluttony Absorption: Azmodan’s jaw unhinges and he catches ki attacks that are thrown at him in his mouth, depending on the ki’s power it may not work, but if absorbed Azmodan uses the extra energy to heal small injuries or temporarily increase his power.
Year 5: Lust Beam: Functions exactly like a Death Beam.
