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Aleekrad Yazora
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This is a match between the teacher, and his best student, one whom has always done him proud. There is to be NO other comments than his own on this thread. This fight will abide by T-1 standard rules, except we dismiss the overpowering rule. However, abilities of which need charge turns still apply. Loss of this match will result in the death of that character for three rl days, there will be no essence destroying or consuming. This is not a deletion match. Two of our most powerful and prized characters are being pitted against one another, therefore that shall be respected. Starter follows.
Burning rays of the sun lit the earth with its radiant glow, the objects blocking the light laying the gentle kiss of shadows scattered throughout the land. A shadow stirred, the form of a youthful man standing up as fate would call upon him. His yin had taught a certain boy almost all he knew. As the yang, this man knew it was he who must test his worth, and find out just how far the individual had gone. A light wind picked up his violet and purple bangs, pushing them across his deliciously pale skin. His golden gaze peered across the majestic landscape, only to appreciate the beauty of what nature had created for him. Yes, in a sick sense, he believed it was all built for him, and only death would prove him otherwise. The butterflies had once held him captive, but their leader had fell. The seal was broken, and he was free. And the first thing he did with his freedom was fight again. It was such typical behaviour from the spirit. He was quite literally the closest any spirit had become to being half man, half god. All depending on his cards, that was. Even in a world where he cast aside the rules, he was still bound to certain limitations of his own power. For his ultimate power to eternally be a reality, it would cause a catastrophe on a scale the world had never seen. The worst part? This spirit wasn't exactly the most placid of people. In fact, he was the opposite. For he craved power, and immortality. As well, his power often cost him portions of his life span. To make up for this, he stole half the life spans of his fallen enemies. On rare occasions, he would instead consume their existence, turning them into one of his cards. He had a whole deck, 100 in total, each of which had various effects. The most dangerous were three special cards, one of which being plain. Only one individual had ever witnessed the horror of this card, one who died to seal him, ending the match in a draw. It mattered not about the past, he was more focused on the future, and the present. For miles around, scattered trees and luscious green grass consumed the eye. Plenty of space to fight. Reaching into the pockets of his white vestments, a smirk spread across his lips, his digits falling upon his deck of cards, waiting patiently for the student to arrive.
Burning rays of the sun lit the earth with its radiant glow, the objects blocking the light laying the gentle kiss of shadows scattered throughout the land. A shadow stirred, the form of a youthful man standing up as fate would call upon him. His yin had taught a certain boy almost all he knew. As the yang, this man knew it was he who must test his worth, and find out just how far the individual had gone. A light wind picked up his violet and purple bangs, pushing them across his deliciously pale skin. His golden gaze peered across the majestic landscape, only to appreciate the beauty of what nature had created for him. Yes, in a sick sense, he believed it was all built for him, and only death would prove him otherwise. The butterflies had once held him captive, but their leader had fell. The seal was broken, and he was free. And the first thing he did with his freedom was fight again. It was such typical behaviour from the spirit. He was quite literally the closest any spirit had become to being half man, half god. All depending on his cards, that was. Even in a world where he cast aside the rules, he was still bound to certain limitations of his own power. For his ultimate power to eternally be a reality, it would cause a catastrophe on a scale the world had never seen. The worst part? This spirit wasn't exactly the most placid of people. In fact, he was the opposite. For he craved power, and immortality. As well, his power often cost him portions of his life span. To make up for this, he stole half the life spans of his fallen enemies. On rare occasions, he would instead consume their existence, turning them into one of his cards. He had a whole deck, 100 in total, each of which had various effects. The most dangerous were three special cards, one of which being plain. Only one individual had ever witnessed the horror of this card, one who died to seal him, ending the match in a draw. It mattered not about the past, he was more focused on the future, and the present. For miles around, scattered trees and luscious green grass consumed the eye. Plenty of space to fight. Reaching into the pockets of his white vestments, a smirk spread across his lips, his digits falling upon his deck of cards, waiting patiently for the student to arrive.