1 Star Ball: Negative Ki Affinity. (Health+) 2 Star Ball: Poison Elemental Affinity. (Stamina+) 3 Star Ball: Ice Elemental Affinity. (Intellect+) 4 Star Ball: Fire Elemental Affinity. (Energy+) 5 Star Ball: Lightning Elemental Affinity. (Speed+) 6 Star Ball: Wind Elemental Affinity. (Offense+) 7 Star Ball: Earth Elemental Affinity. (Defense+)
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Base: Any 1 Dragonball - That designated power. Omega: All Seven Dragonballs - All power.
(Note: It is possible for Syn to possess 2-6 dragonballs total to utilize powers as well. Each dragonball is x10 to his power giving him a max total of x70) Prime: LOCKED.
~*Saiyan Butterfly*~ Hello!! I hope things are good for you!! Got a new layout!! Go take a look and read up on my bio if you haven't already! I hope we can get along and become good friends! Feel free to add me on discord at any point! Frozen❄Butterfly#7337 With that said, let’s get something going! ~*Selentis Moon*~
How long has the concept of a soul been around? Or better yet, how long has the idea that each individual beacon of life has one, seconds, minutes, days, months, years? No one is old enough to fathom yet alone remember the true ideal value of a soul is. It can be split, beaten, blundered, clawed and maimed, but never broken. The last of his kind, he who bears the name Kairos is an example of such. A soul beaten and torn at by darkness, burned and frozen by the most inner sanctums of hell, gone through the process of both the mechanical and mystical, the slaughtering of the innocent, and yet his soul still; he still lives. Why is that? This torn soul wandered through limbo, an endless void of punishment and torment. Did he deserve this, or did his past deserve it? The atrocities that he committed were that of his own hands, blood of lives that could never be washed away. Their faces, all of their faces and expressions at the time of their death were etched into his mind and that of his feelings of pure happiness when their blood drained from their still warm bodies. The one who bears Kairos deserved it all and more. But fate is such a tempered thing, and its moods sway along like the seasons of the world. At one point it will be bright and radiant, then the next it will be cold and harsh.
That was the ironic thing in the life of a Kairos, all may seem blissful and at peace, but that could all be taken away leaving nothing but the scraps of a harsh life. In this moment, or is it this very second or instant, however time and fate may flow, the one would bear the name Kairos would be given a second chance. But such rewards aren't without their consequences. Too be truly at peace and experience the paradise that is fit for a warrior, he must face his ultimate opponent. For a soul of a warrior cannot rest until it has been quenched of its lust of battle. That is why, no matter how many times it may appear for the Kairos to have fallen, he keeps coming back, cursed to live life after life, and death after death.But the one thing he can still enjoy is the tranquility of earth, the sweet ambrosia that is home and freedom. Oh the nectar of life that flows through his veins, the Kairos, or better known to others as Exodios enjoy every minute of it. The rays of the sun beaming down onto his body, the warmth of the grass and the gentle touch of the air, it was all to intoxicating. But such pleasantries are often put to a halt by things beings have no control over.
Since his years of living on planet earth, Exodios took refuge in a city south of earth's equator. It was a human populace called south city, and even though a little warm for his taste, it was surprisingly pleasant. Ever since his time there, he grew to know the general population of south city, helping and defending the city should it ever come to it. In time the city recognized Exodios as a protector of the city of the south. They would try to show their appreciation with gifts and such, but he would decline them as he had no desire for such material items. All that Exodios asked was for a home up in the high on their only mountain. The citizens granted his request, and there he stayed for his ever growing years.Many battles were fought for earth's survival, and in everyone Exodios had a hand in each one, always coming out alive and stronger from each one. But at the same time, he also felt like he was losing himself everytime. But the strangest part of all those fights was the realization that Exodios was right, and he could feel something in him edging away. But at least for the moment, he would be tranquil here in South city. Today was a normal day for Exodios, as he would walk the streets of south city taking in the scenery and be greeted by a few by standers who would recognize Exodios. Some would say HIYA EX, or others would say HI EXODIOS HOW YOU DOING? Exodios would just laugh and chat it up with the humans of the city, and even sometimes join in local festivities with them. But today was an odd day, Exodios could feel it. The wind blew with an eerie feeling to it, and Exodios always knew something like that spelled out trouble.But beside the creepy feeling that Exodios had, something else was going down in south city. From time to time, some humans from other cities try to come here and rob the people of their hard earned wealth. Try to rob a bank, or hold someone hostage, things like that, and every time they learn that Exodios does not really like that sort of thing, but they keep trying anyways because they figure Exodios is not always there.
AS Exodios was walking, he would hear a bratty child in front of him with his mother. The whole time that Exodios was walking, all the child could cry and scream about was having more candy and how things looked stupid or say that his mom was lame. Not only that, he was screaming about how he wanted to get some type of toy, and that was just annoying Exodios in all honesty. But something in the boy's possession caught the attention of Exodios, and it was a big something in the right hands. The seven star ball! Exodios knew he had to get it from the boy, but he had to do it in a way that wouldn't make him look like a brute in front of the people. But time would have such convenient intervals that today would turn out to be quite interesting. The mother and son would walk into the local bank, and Exodios would stay far behind. To help his situation, he would dip to the side and quickly put on some clothes that were out in the open for him to take. By out in the open, Exodios meant that they were hanging out on a rack on the outside for some type of sale right in the front of a clothes store. Nobody saw Exodios, so he quickly hurried off and went in behind them. Moments after they all entered, a dozen or so men came in, guns a blazing, destroying windows. ALL RIGHT GET ON THE FLOOR NOW! I'll make this simple and quick. Give me all the money you have and nobody get hurt!
The bratty kid now a sniveling and scared little brat would huddle with his mother and cry and whimper out of fear. The leader would wave his gun around and shoot up into the air. Outside was soon filling up with cops, but they were no match for the Robbers firepower. Half of the robbers would start to make a break for the back, and while that happened, the only one who didn't sit on the floor would be Exodios. The leader would notice this and go up to Exodios, not knowing it was Exodios himself. Do you got a f***ing hearing problem or something!! I told everyone to get on the floor or sh*t is about to go off! Exodios would not sit down and he would remain silent as ever towards the leader of the robbers. The people in the bank were afraid and telling Exodios who they didn't know it was him to sit down, but he still did not listen.
ALRIGHT YOU DONT WANT TO SIT DOWN! THEY ILL HAVE YOU LAY DOWN.IN THE GROUND!!! The robber would unload a full magazine onto Exodios, and see him disappear into a cloud of dust and automatic weapon fire. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU See boys, that's how who shut up someone who.. and before the leader could finish his sentence, a hand would jump out of the cloud and grab a hold of the leader's neck with a tight grip. Out of the cloud, a figure would be standing, and the cloud would soon dissipate revealing a being with blue hair and some torn clothes. N-no it's GAH! Exodios would have a pissed off look on his face, and would say only a few words while holding the leader's neck: You ruined a good set of clothes. Exodios would throw the leader outside, and when he did that, all that he heard was a few words from the other robbers: KILL THAT GUY!!!!!! All at the same time, they loose full rounds of bullets and anything else they could shot. But that didn't stop Exodios from going after them one by one, picking them off like the bugs that they are. Eventually Exodios subdued the robbers, each of them looking twisted and slightly disfigured, but they would all live. The cops would come in and take each one of them into an ambulance. A single police officer walked up to Exodios and said, Hey Exodios, thank you for being there when you were. Who knows what could've happened if you didn't show up?
Exodios responded: It was nothing officer, only happy to help when I can. Exodios came into the bank to get a valuable treasure, only to have to save others from being killed in the process. Normally Exodios would feel alittle down about this, but the people got out alright so it was fine with him. Surprisingly enough, the mother and the bratty kid who was with the mother came up to Exodios and gave him a hug. The mother gave Exo a kiss which made him blush. Please maam it is alright. N-no need to be so appreciative. The mother giggled and waked off, but not before the boy did something for Exodios. Hey mister Exodios.you can have this. I found it in the park today. I wanted to throw away, but my mommy wouldn't let go of me. Exodios blinked surprisingly and grabbed the dragonball. Exodios smiled and said 'thank you my friend. I promise to keep this safe with me. The bratty child walked off with his mother toward some officers and would start to be questioned by them. Exodios knew that his job was done here, and with that, he would just shoot off into the air, and then head to him home which wasn't too far from his current location. Well that was a productive day. Stopped a bank robbery, saved a few citizens, even got a dragonball. I would say that today was a good day today so far. But even so, beside this good day, it's about to get more interesting. Exodios would stop in front of his home, and then would look towards the west of south city and sense something...odd.
As Exodios got home, it would be surrounded by a many of assortment of animals, and when he saw this..it would only bring peace to his mind. The home of the Kairos prince was small and simple, something like that of Son Goku's home from when he was a child. The accommodations suited him nicely so it didn't really bother him, and plus, the outside was his training ground. Since the many battles, the many struggles, and with life and death literally going after his soul on many occasions, he has improved himself significantly, but as to how much no one knows. But as the flare-jin prince would stand at his home and relax with a treat in his hand, for some reason he started to get lost in a trail of thought. The reason being was that the feelings of being the last of a proud race, well it sometimes gets to you.
Exodios can manage though, he has Koragg, and treats him like a rebellious brother, but in the end, Exodios doesn't really have much in the end except this city. A place where he could protect those who can't defend themselves, a place where he doesn't have to worry about things like friends or family since he has neither of such things.
Something on your mind Exodios Koragg said, with no concern or sympathy, just a curious feeling is all.
Nothing at all Koragg, just simple reoccurring thoughts is all. Thoughts..well such things are best left locked away. Why worry about such thoughts of the loss of our kind. We all know your dumbass father Obelisk did our kind in.
You mean our father.
WRONG! I could care less about that green and purple haired sh*tbag. If I had the choice, I would kill him along with all these humans you are so fond of!
The comment that Koragg made agitated Exodios, but it did remind him of a past conversation he did have with his Majin persona at one point. -The Past-
Koragg: Why do you have such conviction to protect all life in the universe. What good has it done for us, for you out of all people.
Exodios: Ahh my Majin half, you know well why I do the things I do.
Koragg: I can hardly give a f*** about the things that you do Exodios. None of the other heroes stand beside you, your father despises you, and evil forces are always after you, after what you can do, and after you from the times you have escaped their clutches every single damn time.
Exodios: We were once part of a single whole, a flare-jin who does not exist in the plain of existence anymore. We are an extension of his will, a living example that darkness and light can work together in order to achieve great things for one another.
Koragg: Honestly Exodios, if I didn't know any better, I swear you sound like that Rubian-jin. Now there is a chick you seriously needs to die. Can I killer her Exodios, just say the word and that bitch is dead. Exodios: No she cannot die, and as much as annoying as she is, I consider her to be someone of great importance and respect.
Koragg: Well how about some earthlings or maybe some other weak heroes, I need to cause a hurting on someone soon.
Exodios: You know better than to think like that. It is not wise to go after heroes like their enemies. You may represent my darker side, but you must know like myself that there must be balance, an equality to things.
Koragg: Well Exodios answer me this, and stop side tracking my main question. Why do you do the things that you do. Exodios: IF you persistently ask, fine then, I will tell you. Long ago my father told me that I had a great destiny to look forward to. That I will lead, or be part of what will lead the next generation of heroes to a new golden age. Well more silver than golden. Nothing in this world can be perfect.
Koragg: I bet there is still more than what you are telling me Exodios.
Exodios: Indeed there is. I also made a promise to a few people actually. I swore that I would never stop trying to do the right thing, even if I didn't happen to agree with it.
Koragg: Would you ever do it, even if it would cost you your own life. Would you be willing to embrace death, just for humans and warriors who crave nothing but the thrill of battle, and cause nothing but death among themselves. Even those who you call heroes shouldn't even be calling themselves good at all. They are as stupid and weak-minded as those that they try to protect.
Exodios: That is what you think.
Koragg: WRONG! That is what you also think as well. REMEMBER THAT I AM HALF OF WHAT WE USE TO BE! I AM YOUR ANGER, YOUR HATRED, YOUR RAGE INCARNATE!
Exodios: That may be, but sometimes I try not to try and think like that anymore. If you know anything about me, and I mean anything. Is that letting emotions like that rule youwell it just isn't good. Listen to me and listen well for I will not say that much after this. We all live in this world, this universe for something, a purpose of sorts. Whatever that purpose is, that I cannot be certain of.
Koragg: You know what I am hearing from you right now. All I hear is just a bunch of bullsh*t words and excuses. Our race is dead, our friends or mainly your friends are dead, and for what. All that we have been given in this life is nothing but misery and pain. Why must you persist on going on this path of pointless trend.
Exodios: I cannot just help it. You know as well as I do we are nothing but the two forces of order, good and evil, balance and chaos, ying or yang. We must be an example for other to follow that beings like us, pieces of a past long gone, can work together as we to accomplish great and powerful things.
Koragg: I suppose you are right on some aspects of this. But remember this Exodios in the future. Will any of those so called heroes be there to help and save you?
Exodios just laughed alittle at the memory and said to himself: Hehe Will they? The so called heroes of this planet? I doubt it, I tend to keep to ourselves don't I. -End memory of the past-
Exodios put the fabled treasure on top of a dresser in a safe spot and turned away from it, walking towards the outside of his house and looking up into the sky with a deepening and serious look upon his face. The majin half of Exodios would speak up and address his obvious concern already. Koragg: So you sense it too then? Something is brewing in the universe, I don't like I one bit.
Exodios: You are right but its none of our concern at the moment, only our home. Im pretty sure the universe has plenty of warriors that can protect it or whatever other nonsense happens
If only a simple day was possible when it involved Exodios and his darker half, for right at that very moment, the universe literally had fall something right near them. The sky filled with an intense sound as a hint of red and orange filled parts of it near the home of Exodios. The flare-jin prince would look up to see something crashing down like a fireball of sorts, and at its core was an odd shape but couldn't make it out from where he was.
Exodios:Damn it....just when I was about to lay down for a damn nap this sh*t happens!?
�Brazen orbs settle upon the stage set between the two of them; one a bringer of fire, and the other a behemoth of un-ordinary stars. As the rising torrent of energy soaked the frame of the draconian one, and cleared away a vast portion of the clouds that once crowded about for this event, the disciple would take a moment of mind, building a variety of scenarios as far as his opening course of action. It appeared that the very earth itself trembled behind the force of the introduction, revealing itself as an opposition to all that once walked life here. What more this world had to lose, truly was beyond the Saiyan. But its heavy cries would be soothed soon enough. Spardus simply began to pace his himself, slowly moving towards his foe, even as the energy burrowed through the bounds it had. His much more conservative personality persisted at almost every turn, though he would find out if the other's technique was rich enough to either change this or at the very least buy the time that the demon so graciously afforded him. He had come for fists, after-all, and not fireworks. Yet, a fine coat of his own whisks around the base form of the Saiyan, the purest of whites. It is here where light is now sowed, with preparation to be divided. Listen to it sputter within the nexus of his palms, and evolve to be exponentially sharp in kind. MAX DAGGER are Spardus's primary instruments of combat. They are comprised of Ki (can be aided with Magick) and are immensely hardened as well as weighted. They are no more than 20 inches in length, and are about as thick as two row of quarters. Spardus purposes these "blades" in order to cripple his foes where possible, as the period in which they persist within a puncture wound before dissipating can be quite tortuous to the inflicted. Spardus is also known to throw these blades with exceptional accuracy and force, typically using them to penetrate armors and tough hides. The daggers shriek and cackle as would lightning, where it was soon twirled out of habit, until cemented sturdily in his hands. They called for thunder and flesh, and so its host obliged to deliver such, beginning with a simple series as old as time itself; Cat and Mouse. Before long, Spardus was dashing towards his foe, and once he were a mere twelve feet from him, projects his aim a few odd inches above his opposition's left kneecap, proceeding to swiftly bullet the dagger within his left hand, where it seeks to land.
Years...so many years loom over the avatar of chaos: years which contorted and enriched life as it were known for one Saiyan specimen. Even so, the primitive term and traditions of the kind in itself -- was nothing but a noose around the subject's neck -- for as long as he recalled breath. The Saiyan's genetics were undeniable, as was the natural prowess that came along with it. And yet, such a thing that was often addressed in pride, is trivial when one is possessed. No! Rather when one is destined to sow infinities of glory!
You see, just like the blood that courses within the Saiyan's veins, the knowledge and power inherited by the nefarious one was but another instrument and note in a higher symphony. And oh, how it shall toll. How it shall toll upon the ears and heads of all tall warrior and men. The catalyst continues to orchestrate his scheme, starting with a simple introduction. For he has waltzed long enough a stranger, and personally knocks upon the door of all omen deaf to the sound. All ages die to the drum of the disciple. What not a better name for a song that incites war, than Spardus?
The very pages of sacrifice and humility, turned, and turned, and turned again until promises were delivered. How could he ever forget what it was like -- to vye for power. How could he forget the shroud that daunts over his shoulder when battle nears? What it was like to crush impossibilities. �The way his heart races and his hands filled with obstacles that desired to be vanquished -- unequivocal hunger to stand without equal.The cries of the arena, and the brittle sound of drinking sands caresses his ire. He longed to chase down such long years with another insatiable feast.
The path to host and siphon the aether of realms. Such was the greatest honor of a Wizard. Though be that as it may, the road to achieving mastery of said parasitic energies, was a perilous one, littered with betrayal and ascension. What's more, it also came with a series of conflicts and trials. Perhaps they were the consequences for going against the gods, but he enjoyed every moment. They never could starve him long. The way his heart raced imagining the canvas of stars coated in blood: it embodied the void of fire which summoned him. A grieving baritone erupts within the immediate vicinity. It welcomes the subject from beyond the chasm, before dissipating.
And so there he stands in base form -- unwavering like clouds over a violent sea -- waiting to lay waste to its shore. This barren wasteland would become yet another Kingdom for either conquerors. Spiky brunette hair and bold, matching irises decorate his features. Unlike his opposite that appeared to boast archaic assets of his own, carved within the skull of Spardus was the sigil of the dark arts, dipped in a permanent ink. However, one could clearly spot the rather lengthy handle fitted within his curled tail. �Dark brown gloves are gnawed upon by heavy hands, soles covered in the same material itching to break ground. Spardus could only expect to be greeted one way or another.
[OOC]: I'm working on replies outside of the verse at the moment, but if you would like to prepare a thread you can place it in a group. Just link me up and i'll get to it sometime soon.
-His senses were captivated at the sudden intrusion of a mysterious stranger that had appeared within the vicinity. With his body veering to look at the man, his previously relaxed demeanor shifted toward that of focus and vigilance before speaking.-
"Speak your intentions. I'm only going to ask once."
