Post by Caius on Apr 1, 2012 11:50:04 GMT -5
Name: Konstantin Vladimirovich
Race: Killersapiens Vampiriensis
Gender: Male
Age: 7358 Years Old
Aura: A deep maroon around his body, segueing into a brilliant crimson at the end, where it branches off in tendrils
Techniques and Abilities:
*Flight – Use of Ki to fly
*Telekinesis – The ability to move things with your mental capabilities
*Hemomancy – He can both manipulate his own blood as well as the blood of others. If his opponent is much stronger than him (Exceed his power level by 50% of his own, or more), he can only hinder their movements. At equal strength, he can cause pain in their body, some injury (Internal/external bleeding), and reduce their metabolic efficiency in diffusion of hemoglobin across respiration media. Those weaker than him (Is double or more of their power level), he can inflict severe injuries, organ damage etc. He can manipulate his own blood, and use it as a weapon. He can draw it into cutting blades, which can strike at range. He can also, at any power level, suck out a small amount of their blood and draw it into himself.
Abilities:
*He can use Basic Ki, and sense energy signatures
*Very strong, quite resistant to physical damage because of the metal he absorbed into his body.
*Fingers end in claws that can suck the blood out of people
*The males of other species are naturally somewhat intimidated by him, while the females feel drawn to him.
*His body is specialized to subsume and metabolize the blood of other beings. This ability is not restricted to just the blood of a human being, any circulatory fluid of any species contains the basic catalysts of life he can break down and use for his own bodily functions. He can stave off normal aging processes, not indefinitely, with this ability. He can feed off stored blood for days, even months and years if he enters a hibernation state. He can consume blood to regenerate ki. He can also heal himself (slow process, cannot occur during fights easily). He has a specialized organ in his center chest that stores excess blood. It is very regenerative, to the point of being nearly cancerous, so injuries directly to the organ (unlikely, it is well protected) will likely not severly impact him.
Starting Power Level: 10,000
Appearance: Snow-White skin, 1 red eye, 1 white eye. Hair that practically shines silver. Thin, but wiry build.
Transformations:
Brilliant Evolution x4: The silver of the Sieglinde, which has slowly integrated itself into Konstantin's body, manifests itself as a shining silver armor. He is much, much more resistant to physical attacks int his form, but isn't as fast. His muscle mass increases greatly, and he becomes a veritable juggernaut. His claws grow out, and are now reinforced with silver, to the point of being able to easily shred flesh. danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/1125629/armor-berserker_-fate-zero-fate-zero-fate_-series-
Brilliant Transformation x13 (125,000): He grows two menacing wings, black as night in color. His armor becomes whiter, but the red glow becomes much stronger. He is no longer as hindered by his armor as he was before. His claws do not grow, but he can now summon forth blades from his forearms, which extend down past his hands. Besides that, identical to previous form, with the exception of the armor looking slightly sharper around the edges.
Blood Lord x20 (200,000): His wings are now quite strong, and the gusts they produce could displace lighter enemies. The center of his armor splits a hole, from which is produced a great red glow. He is now even faster than he is in his base form. www.lolomod.com/sites/default/files/skins/Vladimir_5.jpg
Blood Tyrant x35 (400,000): The pinnacle of his racial evolution, the legend which he was born to be, combined with the holy strength of the Sieglinde, which is now a part of him. His helmet grows two menacing horns, and is now nearly a pure white. Inside the hole in his chest, his power pulses, red and evil. His armor, glows, with the holy light of the Sieglinde's metal. His wings also disappear, and he becomes very large. He is not hindered at all by his armor, and he hits with obscene force. The armor can now grow appendaged, which he can break off, and which form into weapons he can fight with.
danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/1065629/armor-blonde_hair-breasts-highres-kilart-knight-or
Starting Planet : Earth
History:
“Wisdom infinite, held tightly in my grasp, my sword a thousand battles strong. Ageless I remain, beyond the reach of death, indebted by my soul.”
It was many thousands of years ago. Long before the advent of advanced technology. Humans lived in a realm of superstition. Legends abounded, of witches, lycanthropes, and other magical beings. Few of them panned out, many were just the cause of mass hysteria, and religious zealotry. This was a simpler time, when simpler forces were needed to protect the populace. The Blades, as they called themselves, dedicated themselves to rooting out the creatures of the night and forcing them back into the hell they crawled out of. They found little of this, except from the tribe living deep in the mountains. They were a withdrawn sort, gaunt. They brought their trade and their livestock to the towns, and they talked little. Their all were heterochromic, one eye red, the other a natural color. This was but a harbinger of their true nature.
“Between the lines, of dead language tongues, before the dawn, our hearts they shall hunt...”
They had been geographically separated from actual humans from time immemorial, and at some unknown time in the past, long after diverging from them evolutionarily, encountered them again. Changes in their body made them into very efficient predators, and silently, they began to prey upon these weaker beings. Their isolation had made them into masters of the killing craft, having to hunt dangerous animals in order to survive. They came into direct conflict with the Blades, leading to a long and drawn out war known as the War of Hell's Gate. The vampires had reorganized themselves into a hierarchy, worshipping a Blood Tyrant, one who was meant to lead them into glory and the subjugation of the lesser races. This was Konstantin. Born into a noble family, he soon proved himself to be the most prominent hemomancer in centuries. He single handedly cut down legions of marauding soldiers, cruelly drawing the warm ichor from their bodies, revelling in it, glorying in his conquest.
“Sacred weapons, to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon this council of hell...”
It seemed that the war would go to the vampires, they slowly encroached upon the inner territories of the Blades' theocratic empire. It was then that the Blades fulfilled a prophecy, that they would be the ones to purge the Earth of a great evil. They opened a great vault, in the bottom of their largest, city-wide cathedral. In their hallowed halls, they drew out their most powerful weapons. A set of 10 weapons handed down to them, it was said, by angels, many years ago. Forged of immaculate silver, and with slivers of the celestial metal alloyed with the precious silver, these weapons were handed to their most powerful warriors, warriors who were able to wield the power of the light. The only one amongst the vampires capable of fighting these ordained demon slayers was Konstantin himself. He fought valiantly, as his kin and his people were cut down around him. They forced him back to his own castle, and put it under siege.
“Into the tower, never go, the horrors multiply...”
As they pushed into the main castle, and fought with the vampires royal guard, the Blades were so assured of their own victory, that upon slaying last one, they marched confidently into the castle. They weren't on guard, there was only Konstantin left. The last of his kind. He had led his people into destruction. The Blades' religious fervor had many any attempts at peace worthless, they would not accept such monsters into their favor.
“Gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes, paralyzed...”
The tower was a hellish gauntlet, designed as a contingency in the case of such an invasion. The halls were narrow, and filled with deadly traps. Few could enter, and many fell. The greatest of the Blades' ranks, the 10 heroes, fell slowly to Konstantin's hand. There was no chance of the vampire's victory, but his own anger and his desire for vengeance, revenge for the utter destruction wrought upon his people, drove him. Finally, the perseverance of his enemies led them to his chambers, where they fought non-stop for 3 days and nights. Only 4 of the heroes remained when they entered Konstantin's sanctuary, only one left it with his life. The holy lance, Sieglinde, driven into his chest, sealing him away. His corpse, placed into a coffin of the purest silver, and sealed deep within a labyrinth, far beneath the Earth.
“What don't kill you, make ya' more strong...”
One can become attuned to the even the harshest of treatments. You can adapt to a shortage of oxygen, and a consistently low water supply. Over the years, Konstantin's body slowly consumed the lance, drawing its' protective and demon-slaying abilities into his body. While excruciatingly painful, and a many millenia long process, it removed the vampire's only true weakness. It bolstered his bones, and slowly, but surely, purified his black heart. The desire for vengeance replaced, his anger removed. All that left was pure, almost religious, determination. Awakening, many years later, he looked down, only to find the hilt of Sieglinde the only part still remaining. Standing, he felt much much weaker than he was prior to the War of Hell's Gate. His powers had been greatly diminished by his near-death, and his physical inactivity for thousands of years. He marched out of the labyrinth, and found himself in a new world.
“You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again.”
With this newfound life, came the thirst. He sensed many powerful beings around him, the world had truly changed. He'd have to tread carefully, if he wished to make the world fear the vampiric threat once again. Or he could succumb to the influence of the holy steel, and become mankind's most fervent defender.
Race: Killersapiens Vampiriensis
Gender: Male
Age: 7358 Years Old
Aura: A deep maroon around his body, segueing into a brilliant crimson at the end, where it branches off in tendrils
Techniques and Abilities:
*Flight – Use of Ki to fly
*Telekinesis – The ability to move things with your mental capabilities
*Hemomancy – He can both manipulate his own blood as well as the blood of others. If his opponent is much stronger than him (Exceed his power level by 50% of his own, or more), he can only hinder their movements. At equal strength, he can cause pain in their body, some injury (Internal/external bleeding), and reduce their metabolic efficiency in diffusion of hemoglobin across respiration media. Those weaker than him (Is double or more of their power level), he can inflict severe injuries, organ damage etc. He can manipulate his own blood, and use it as a weapon. He can draw it into cutting blades, which can strike at range. He can also, at any power level, suck out a small amount of their blood and draw it into himself.
Abilities:
*He can use Basic Ki, and sense energy signatures
*Very strong, quite resistant to physical damage because of the metal he absorbed into his body.
*Fingers end in claws that can suck the blood out of people
*The males of other species are naturally somewhat intimidated by him, while the females feel drawn to him.
*His body is specialized to subsume and metabolize the blood of other beings. This ability is not restricted to just the blood of a human being, any circulatory fluid of any species contains the basic catalysts of life he can break down and use for his own bodily functions. He can stave off normal aging processes, not indefinitely, with this ability. He can feed off stored blood for days, even months and years if he enters a hibernation state. He can consume blood to regenerate ki. He can also heal himself (slow process, cannot occur during fights easily). He has a specialized organ in his center chest that stores excess blood. It is very regenerative, to the point of being nearly cancerous, so injuries directly to the organ (unlikely, it is well protected) will likely not severly impact him.
Starting Power Level: 10,000
Appearance: Snow-White skin, 1 red eye, 1 white eye. Hair that practically shines silver. Thin, but wiry build.
Transformations:
Brilliant Evolution x4: The silver of the Sieglinde, which has slowly integrated itself into Konstantin's body, manifests itself as a shining silver armor. He is much, much more resistant to physical attacks int his form, but isn't as fast. His muscle mass increases greatly, and he becomes a veritable juggernaut. His claws grow out, and are now reinforced with silver, to the point of being able to easily shred flesh. danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/1125629/armor-berserker_-fate-zero-fate-zero-fate_-series-
Brilliant Transformation x13 (125,000): He grows two menacing wings, black as night in color. His armor becomes whiter, but the red glow becomes much stronger. He is no longer as hindered by his armor as he was before. His claws do not grow, but he can now summon forth blades from his forearms, which extend down past his hands. Besides that, identical to previous form, with the exception of the armor looking slightly sharper around the edges.
Blood Lord x20 (200,000): His wings are now quite strong, and the gusts they produce could displace lighter enemies. The center of his armor splits a hole, from which is produced a great red glow. He is now even faster than he is in his base form. www.lolomod.com/sites/default/files/skins/Vladimir_5.jpg
Blood Tyrant x35 (400,000): The pinnacle of his racial evolution, the legend which he was born to be, combined with the holy strength of the Sieglinde, which is now a part of him. His helmet grows two menacing horns, and is now nearly a pure white. Inside the hole in his chest, his power pulses, red and evil. His armor, glows, with the holy light of the Sieglinde's metal. His wings also disappear, and he becomes very large. He is not hindered at all by his armor, and he hits with obscene force. The armor can now grow appendaged, which he can break off, and which form into weapons he can fight with.
danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/1065629/armor-blonde_hair-breasts-highres-kilart-knight-or
Starting Planet : Earth
History:
“Wisdom infinite, held tightly in my grasp, my sword a thousand battles strong. Ageless I remain, beyond the reach of death, indebted by my soul.”
It was many thousands of years ago. Long before the advent of advanced technology. Humans lived in a realm of superstition. Legends abounded, of witches, lycanthropes, and other magical beings. Few of them panned out, many were just the cause of mass hysteria, and religious zealotry. This was a simpler time, when simpler forces were needed to protect the populace. The Blades, as they called themselves, dedicated themselves to rooting out the creatures of the night and forcing them back into the hell they crawled out of. They found little of this, except from the tribe living deep in the mountains. They were a withdrawn sort, gaunt. They brought their trade and their livestock to the towns, and they talked little. Their all were heterochromic, one eye red, the other a natural color. This was but a harbinger of their true nature.
“Between the lines, of dead language tongues, before the dawn, our hearts they shall hunt...”
They had been geographically separated from actual humans from time immemorial, and at some unknown time in the past, long after diverging from them evolutionarily, encountered them again. Changes in their body made them into very efficient predators, and silently, they began to prey upon these weaker beings. Their isolation had made them into masters of the killing craft, having to hunt dangerous animals in order to survive. They came into direct conflict with the Blades, leading to a long and drawn out war known as the War of Hell's Gate. The vampires had reorganized themselves into a hierarchy, worshipping a Blood Tyrant, one who was meant to lead them into glory and the subjugation of the lesser races. This was Konstantin. Born into a noble family, he soon proved himself to be the most prominent hemomancer in centuries. He single handedly cut down legions of marauding soldiers, cruelly drawing the warm ichor from their bodies, revelling in it, glorying in his conquest.
“Sacred weapons, to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon this council of hell...”
It seemed that the war would go to the vampires, they slowly encroached upon the inner territories of the Blades' theocratic empire. It was then that the Blades fulfilled a prophecy, that they would be the ones to purge the Earth of a great evil. They opened a great vault, in the bottom of their largest, city-wide cathedral. In their hallowed halls, they drew out their most powerful weapons. A set of 10 weapons handed down to them, it was said, by angels, many years ago. Forged of immaculate silver, and with slivers of the celestial metal alloyed with the precious silver, these weapons were handed to their most powerful warriors, warriors who were able to wield the power of the light. The only one amongst the vampires capable of fighting these ordained demon slayers was Konstantin himself. He fought valiantly, as his kin and his people were cut down around him. They forced him back to his own castle, and put it under siege.
“Into the tower, never go, the horrors multiply...”
As they pushed into the main castle, and fought with the vampires royal guard, the Blades were so assured of their own victory, that upon slaying last one, they marched confidently into the castle. They weren't on guard, there was only Konstantin left. The last of his kind. He had led his people into destruction. The Blades' religious fervor had many any attempts at peace worthless, they would not accept such monsters into their favor.
“Gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes, paralyzed...”
The tower was a hellish gauntlet, designed as a contingency in the case of such an invasion. The halls were narrow, and filled with deadly traps. Few could enter, and many fell. The greatest of the Blades' ranks, the 10 heroes, fell slowly to Konstantin's hand. There was no chance of the vampire's victory, but his own anger and his desire for vengeance, revenge for the utter destruction wrought upon his people, drove him. Finally, the perseverance of his enemies led them to his chambers, where they fought non-stop for 3 days and nights. Only 4 of the heroes remained when they entered Konstantin's sanctuary, only one left it with his life. The holy lance, Sieglinde, driven into his chest, sealing him away. His corpse, placed into a coffin of the purest silver, and sealed deep within a labyrinth, far beneath the Earth.
“What don't kill you, make ya' more strong...”
One can become attuned to the even the harshest of treatments. You can adapt to a shortage of oxygen, and a consistently low water supply. Over the years, Konstantin's body slowly consumed the lance, drawing its' protective and demon-slaying abilities into his body. While excruciatingly painful, and a many millenia long process, it removed the vampire's only true weakness. It bolstered his bones, and slowly, but surely, purified his black heart. The desire for vengeance replaced, his anger removed. All that left was pure, almost religious, determination. Awakening, many years later, he looked down, only to find the hilt of Sieglinde the only part still remaining. Standing, he felt much much weaker than he was prior to the War of Hell's Gate. His powers had been greatly diminished by his near-death, and his physical inactivity for thousands of years. He marched out of the labyrinth, and found himself in a new world.
“You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again.”
With this newfound life, came the thirst. He sensed many powerful beings around him, the world had truly changed. He'd have to tread carefully, if he wished to make the world fear the vampiric threat once again. Or he could succumb to the influence of the holy steel, and become mankind's most fervent defender.
