Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213

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Name - Asariel Blanc

Description - Asariel appears as a tall eighteen-year-old human with curling brown hair, and brown eyes. He is fair-skinned, though tan, and wears a red T-shirt and black jeans, along with a creamy white trench-coat.

Power(s) -

Infinite World Forge - EX-rank

Genesis Gate - A-rank Standard Superhuman abilities (strength, speed, etc.) - D- to -E-rank

Preferred Weapon - Twin short-swords Projected from his Gate, called Yin and Yang.

Nation of Origin - America

Reason for being in Veil - To kick butt and chew bubblegum. And he's all out of bubblegum.

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The woman floats in the air, smirking, large metal staff in one hand, in the main square of Veil's European District. Before he stands a young man, dressed in a long white trench-coat, sturggling to move. A purple field of light surrounds him, occasionally crackling with energy.

'How does it feel?' she asks. 'Not even another superhuman can move if space itself is immobilized. I don't know who you were, but this is good-bye,' she laughs.

He says something, his mouth moving, but unheard.

'What was that?' she asks, smiling. 'If you'd like to beg for your life, I can-'

'Idiot,' Asariel says, shaking his head through the forcefield, his voice now clearly heard. 'I said "dodge this", Medea!'

She looks up in shock as his twin swords, Yin and Yang, spin out of the darkness, aimed straight for her head. She deflects them with her staff, turning to see where they came from, but the damage is done: her concentration is lost. With a sound like breaking glass, the field around Asariel vanishes, shattering into a thousand fragments of light which flare before disappearing. The swords land in his hands, like boomerangs returning to their master. She turns back towards him, snarling, raising one hand. Next to her, a violet energy beam forms and fires.

Asariel leaps through the air, narrowly avoiding the beam, spinning through the air. As he does so, his swords vanish into golden light, replaced by a bow and a short sword, round and spiralling like a lance. He lands on the ground and takes a knee as another beam narrowly misses him, exploding next to him and causing his coat to flap widly in the wind.

'Let the winding path show the way to victory,' he murmurs, fitting the sword's hilt to the bowstring and pulling back. As he does so, the ridges twist and elongate, forming a strange arrow that is long enough for his bow at full draw.

'Caladbolg!' he shouts, and releases the arrow. Blue light twists both space and time around the shot at it speeds towards her. She screams as she puts up a barrier of energy, but to no avail: the twist merely folds the barrier, and her, into another space, a dimension where there is no escape.

'And let that be the last of you,' Asariel says, sighing.

(How was that for an intro?) 