:::::Destiny Of Life:::::

Ok, I'm back and still fierce in fighting so if everything is still the same in the way you fight then whoever comes will be fought.

Make a challenge.


After this fight if I beat my challenger I will make it into a fighting string and if my opponent beats me I will still if not against the rules.

It's about time I got back into the BA, too. Might as well start here.

Name: Kasamatsu Ryushi
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Brown, scruffy
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 71
Height: 5'9"

Weapon: A shield attached to a chain that he can weild with precise accuracy, it can loop around corners and spins so fast it cuts skin, although it's referred to as Diskarmor, he calls it Tetsuzan. Deadly spikes can extend from it's center, killing foes, they can also be peirced by the diskarmor then swung around mid air. The diskarmor can also disrupt the ground and be used to transport Ryushi.

He also has a sword which is connected to his soul, when he kills it sucks the souls into it's blade, recovering his stamina. He calls the sword Yeijiro.

Armor: Commonplace gladiatorial breastplate and clothing, provides sufficient defense.

Personality: Stern and keeps to himself most times, however when he's with those he loves he's quite the partyman.
Apperance: Take a peek

Bio:

They used to tell myths of what lay beyond the border of Shimonoseki in the local pub, drunken men and women speaking of great treasures and riches, lands of pure beauty and lush rainforests. Shimonoseki was as good as a desert, small communities set themselves up everywhere around the capital, but the land was stricken with poverty and death, the government smelling rotten with corruption, the words of fascism fresh on their lips like the beer they consumed while they fought in debates.

To get away from Shimonoseki territory was like a fairy tale with a happy ending, or so they said. My mother used to tell me it was foolish to dream of better days, but dreaming fabricated hope within my hopeless soul, hope which made me strong and filled me with the lust for adventure and the courage necessary to liberate the people of Shimonoseki. I soon came of age, and I celebrated my 16th birthday at the local pub, there I heard many more tales of freedom and liberty. It was then I decided to leave Shimonoseki. I left with the night and was gone without a trace by the morning, I took with me a mere rusted short sword, enough to defend myself against the wildlife.

My journey across the deserts was long and gruelling, I suffered from heat exhaustion and dehydration, but it was the hope that kept me going through the sandstorms and across the blistering plains of sand. I passed through many small squats, there I got the water I needed to treat my blistering throat and the food I needed to keep me from fading out.

In one of the squats I met a merchant, and old and decrepit old man with very little teeth and even less muscles. He offered me a sacred item, in exchange for my sword. He called it the Diskarmor, a shield that was attached to a lengthy chain, if wielded properly it could be controlled as it spun through the air, twisting around mazes and corners. I accepted the deal, as my sword was rusting from the sand and water. I left the squat with the diskarmor, and for the rest of my journey I trained, and soon named the weapon... Tetsuzan.

When at last, after what seemed like years of travelling, I reached the edge of the Shimonoseki border, I was attacked during my sleep by men in dark cloaks. Though I was to find out they were not men at all, they took me to their land, and what I discovered was not a land of beauty, hope and freedom - but a land of darkness, cruelty and torture. Where those who had journeyed from Shimonoseki were captured and sold as slaves, forced to fight in the arena against mystical creatures.

I awoke with a sharp headache and an even worse wit, my sense had been dulled and now, I had to fight for my freedom, which I knew I would not attain.

The creatures collected me from my cell, ripping off my shirt and chaining me up in a dark room, a crystal below my groin and a sword sheathed before me. They unsheathed the sword, scraping it's blade upon my bare chest, my blood running down the mystical blade as it shined gracefully. I clenched my teeth, my journey had made me stronger, but this was pain I could not ignore.

They placed the sword atop the crystal and began to chant, as the rock glowed sending streams of light into my chest and back out onto the sword, this I would find out later, was a bonding ritual. My soul was now one with the sword; Yeijiro.

I was placed back in my cell, my hands bloody and my diskarmor by my side, along with a now sheathed Yeijiro. I soon fell asleep, but was awoken the next day by an unwelcome banging on my door.

Overall: III
Strength: V
Speed: III
Magic: I
Skill: IV

Here is my Character, before known as odin now known as Zohik the warrior of Life. You get to do the intro.

Name: Zohik(Warrior of Life)
Age: 26
Race: Holders of Life
Sex: Male
Hair: Silver/White
Eyes: blue (in battle flaming)
Wieght: 126
Hieght: 6.01

Weapon: Life Sword(in Picture)
Armor:Life Armor(also in Picture)

TechnicsScale Break)
(Ziton)energy sword
(Xeon)making speed unmatchable to any opponent
(Dragon Rip)special slashes
(Sword Force)regain energy
(Final Technic)"Enounac"
(Masters Forgots)

Magic:Reraise
Cure1+2
Holy

Personality: He thinks he's not of good fighters but when he finds his enemys he destroys them, he also respects other characters.

Bio:
Zohik’s story begins about 18 years ago, before the war of dragons took place and when all was calm. Zohik was born atop a mountainside. His farther was called “Zanti” the warrior of dragons, his father got was the leader of the dragon squad in the Night War. It was said that he was unstoppable with the sword, but one day he was struck and he lost his thumb.
He ran to the mountains and locked on to the caves to the West Side and hid for many years, until one graceful day when a beautiful woman came adventuring threw the forest below his caves and three ferocious Drakes attacked her. Their screams echoed threw the forest and as Zanti hiked for dinner he heard the monstrous cries and bolted to where threw were. He came to a wide-open place where one drake was dashing for the woman, he jumped up and took the blow to the chest and killed the enemy with the strength of the impact. The other quickly fled and Zanti picked up his prize and started to walk. As he did the woman followed. About a hour later she asked him where they were going and he answered that he was going to his home. They sat down and talked and fell in love. They gave birth to a child called “Zohik”.
He grew up strong and he worked hard for his mother and father, doing choirs and killing dinner. What his father didn’t know was that he cut trees down and shaped them into a slick blade shape but the blade reached over the length of a normal sword and the weight would crush a normal human, but no, Zohik was different. He was the son of the great Dragon Warrior and he knew that some day he would take on the name and be greater then the Dragon spirits.
He took the carved out blade and practiced day and night to become stronger, every time he would make the carvings bigger then the last putting on more weight to master. He practiced moving like a warrior and trained to become faster then his father. He tide weights to his legs and arms as he ran around the mountain every day, he never took them off and even slept with them.
He prayed to the mighty Dragon spirits to send him a sign to tell if he was ready for the warriors that would challenge him if he left, but nothing ever came and Zohik was put down every day. Until one day years from his prayer a monstrous creature came, bigger then the mountain. It was a dragon, one unlike any of the ones from the books he had read, it’s wings went further then he would have imaged and it blew smoke from it’s nose as to say that it was ready to burst flames hotter then the center of the sun. Zohik knew that this was truly a test for him from the spirit. He knew he had to have a weapon to defeat this marvelous creature, then suddenly he felt something pull on his arm, a magical sword laid there and a voice came in his head “ Life Sword.” There was a gleaming stone wrapped around it, Odin pulled it off and put it around his neck for it seemed like the right thing to do since it looked like a necklace. It glowed brightly as he got ready to fight, then suddenly he started to flame in his eyes, and his father Zanti now watching couldn’t believe his eyes. Zohik sprouted wings covered in Diamond armor and he had armor with a substance from another world. He truly was the legendary “Warrior of Life.”
He smiled as he flew with incredible speed to the Dragon’s throat, with one mighty blow of his Life sword the monster fell and the heart of the monster went into his amulet around his neck. He landed and looked at his sword and wondered how it got to be there. He closed his eyes and his wings slowly disappeared, as did his armor. This is where he starts over.

appearence:

Sounds pretty nice, Mercutio. I doubt you have to get that approved, considering your status in the BA. I've been wondering when you were going to start battling.

By the way, if you made that picture, I will kill you with pebbles and a vodoo doll.

Sorry about posting this in the actual battle, guys. Continue.

by the way yes I made that picture and I had my friend put it on his dad's site and google. It cost money though, come to think of it, I shouldn't have done it, oh and how do you plan on killing me with pebbles and a vodoo doll?

Any way I agree on with the fight. sorry for this post.

OC: This was actually one of my first BA characters, Sear. It was approved by Kishin, but yeah, I could make a new one... couldn't be bothered right now with it.

BiC:

The so fabled land beyond the deserts was all a lie. The deserts seemed to stretch for an eternity in every possible direction, the sun's rays eternally piercing my skin and burning my body. I had been forced to fight.

And fight I did, against every twisted, foul and even human creation the demons would throw into the pits beside me. After months of torture, starvation and pain I finally did it... I made my escape from their hellish compound. That night had been particularly cool, a light breeze flowed through my prison cell, the moonlight shining in from the bars, I stood up quietly, making sure not to rattle the chains that bound me, I looked up at the bright night sky, the moon symbolizing all my hope.

Hope that I would be able to free myself, hope that I could be strong and survive the torture. And I still hoped to find the land I'd dreamed of. Then I saw it, a shadow in the night, it moved fast for a human, but it was definately humanoid. Suddenly I heard my guard cry out in pain, as his body slumped to the dusty ground, I could hear blood pouring out of what must have been a slit in his throat.

My cell door was busted open, splinters of wood flying against my face, I closed my eyes hard, and when I opened them there was nothing. Someone however had placed my armour and weapons by my side, I picked them up and used my sword to break my chains, I quickly darted into the night.

Day soon came, and I was once again haunted by the sun. Then I heard the native speech of my captors, it was jibberish to me, but it was obviously some kind of uncivilised language. They must have tracked me using the spirit bond between their sword and my soul. Something was hinting them to my whereabouts.

Their talk was cut short by the sound of a blade cutting through their flesh, and then I was faced by whom I thought to be my saviour...

Ooc: You use yourself as your character and that is a good consept I think. I haven't fought in description for a while so I might have some trouble beating you.

IC: The wind howled fiercely as the light grew strong against the body of which the other stared at. His eyes glistened fiercely as he spoke,"I now have come, come to fight in honor of life and my destiny in which it owns. You will be my opponent and you must except my offer or you will live knowing you turned away."
It was silent as the two warriros looked into each other's eyes deeply in a fierce tone. "Choose," he shouted.
"Tell me your reason for Challenging one you don't know." the warrior spoke out.
"I know you very well to be challenging you. You may not know me thoguh for only few have every seen me in the open." the man said softly as he loosened the tenseness from his face.
The warrior looked at the man and said," I know who you are, your 'Zohik'. How can you say you know me?"

OoC: Sorry for the long wait...

BiC:

The man, Zohik, said nothing. He stood their motionless, his hair blowing in the hot wind, I had fought against the very demons of the underworld in an attempt to win false freedom, what could make this man think he was able to defeat me..?

I adjusted my breastplate and unsheathed Yeijiro. My eyes met with Zohik's for a split second, before I glanced to the side and ran around, Zohik went to block from the left, but before he knew it, I was on his right side, and Yeijiro slammed into him...

Zohik smiled cut into his flesh right underneath his rib cage. She drew back her sword held up infront of herself expecting something. "Very good. But it will take more then this pathetic strength you've shown. I know you are holding back, Now lets see it all!" Zohik roared loudly as he swiftly dashed forward and swung with so much of his strength the wind broke before its mighty blow. Kasamatsu quickly put her blade infront of her shoulder but the force was just enough to push her blade and stike next to her neck. Kasamatsu spit out blood as well she was blown back.

Zohik stood there and the wind howled as he put his arm out straight, his sword parallel to the ground. Suddenly kasamatsu appeared out of no where and swang her sword with speed to match the gods, Zohik did nothing but stand. Their swords met and echoed across the earth in a clash of might.

But just then something happened that Zohik didn't expect, she pulled her sword away and plunged with not speed but yet more strength that even the great Dragon Spirit would cry out on.

Zohik's eyes went dark and he looked into her eyes. There was no smile on her face yet almost simpathy. He knew that to think of something by appearence was wrong, but when he looked at her he saw a fierce but woman warrior, the thought came in his mind,"She is a just a girl. How can she do this? Appearence is of no matter. She is and that is something I envy."

Zohik muscles tenseness made a force that looked unreal yet a small crater crackled underneath him. "I envy how you are. To be, is the greatest gift and that is why I envy you. Now try harder." He said as he grabbed her sword and ripped it from his gut. which blew her back with great force.