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02-19-09, 03:47 AM
Name: Vladimir Sigma
Race: Human (Immortal)
Age: Died age 46, Body didn't change.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 210
Appearance: Vladimir wares a very dark black pair of denim fighter pants, boots the same color. He has a charcoal gray short sleeved shirt underneath. His dark gray fighter's coat is tied tightly around the shoulders, and flows outwards at the hip down. He wears a tattered cloak from time to time, remnants of his former fighter's coat from the order of the Knights of the Apocalypse.
Personality: Vladimir is vile to the core. His trademark grin is enough to make a demon shiver on the sight, and his cool demeanor and cocky, sarcasm never cover for a lack of confidence. He has been trained by the best teachers, killed those teachers, and has no compassion for those who he deems weak. Coincidentally, that is only his now dead wife Serra, and his late parents.
Skills:
Sword Mastery: As a member of the order of the apocalypse, Vladimir was trained to be the best of the best. He has slaughtered many to achieve near complete perfection, and is considered well versed in these arts. This includes one handed and two handed styles for short to medium length swords.
Martial Arts: Vlad isn't caught unprepared should he ever be parted with the Wo Dao and the Masamune, and is considered above average in hand to hand combat.
Agility: A catch-all for acrobats and athletic abilities, Vladimir has had extensive training in these areas, and is considered above average in this field.
Meditation: Vladimir is trained to clear his mind at any time, and focus his energy. Vlad can meditate, and depending on how long he can meditate he can perform longer than most normal humans can without rest. Vladimir can meditate for an hour and go 24 hours before he begins to get groggy. (NOTE: Meditation is not a substitute for sleep, and if Vlad meditates for an hour he must rest before he can properly meditate again.
Auras: When Vladimir destroyed each of the four fortress of the Apocalypse he was given a blessing by the horseman who the castle worshiped in whole. At the time he is only becoming slowly aware of their abilities, and in battle he learns more and more what they can do.
Aura of Pestilence: Vladimir has noticed that poison has little effect on him now, and the threat of disease is non exsitant. Vladimir is immune to all Low based poisons and common ills like the flu or the cold.
Aura of Famine: Vladimir has noticed that when he goes into a meditation his hunger pains subside and he feels nourished. But this hasn't replaced the need for food entirely. Even as an immortal he still must feed. After Vladimir Meditates he can ignore the need for food and water for up to one full day.
Aura of War: The blood shed by Vladimir is to a well known point in some social circles in the world of Althanas, including torching Black Isle, destroying the strongholds of the Apocalypse, and even besting and killing the Saint of Swords once. Vlad's infamy is well known by many warriors and he can analyze any fighter's skills of two levels lower than himself.
Aura of Death: The very frigid cold of the touch of Death follows Vladimir, and when he takes to battle it can freeze the blood of lesser men. Vladimir is immune to any spell that can cause death as a byproduct of a weak will. However, any lingering effects still apply. (IE Seven Deaths from Dissinger and Death from The Black Waltz Project.) (NOTE: Vlad can still die from wounds caused by spells, like Sin Harvest and a barrage of magic.)
Magic: Vladimir's knowledge of magic isn't to a point where he can cast spells or even do simple tricks like make things float to him, instead he knows just enough magic to even the odds. A gift he learned from his father, Xavier Sigma, Vladimir has access to Shadow Magic. He knows at this time one spell.
Seal Magic: Vladimir can once per battle and twice per quest use all his energy to drain magic in the surrounding area. He can't perform actions during this time, and he is very, very vulnerable when he does so. As such however, the shadows in the entire surrounding area flock to him, and the magical energy in the air, or inside someone's blood or soul is stripped away for a moment, leaving them magicless.
This effect lasts for as long as Vladimir doesn't lose focus in a quest. In a battle Vladimir can release it after charging it for one whole post, and for two consecutive posts the enemy loses any magic they wish to use. Psychic powers or telepathy are immune to this as they are not magic persay, but any "X"mancers or mages are unable to use magic.
Equipment: Vladimir carries with him Denim Black fighters pants, a cotton black short sleeve shirt, a long flowing fighter's coat made of Vlince , and a tattered old linen cloak that he sometimes wears as a cape.
He carries two swords: The Wo Dao and the Masamune
Wo Dao: The Blade was made by Vladimir himself in his studies, and currently has been enchanted by the dark horseman themselves. So long as a member of the the knights of apocalypse lives, his blade will never lose its edge. It is coated in Plynt metal.
Masamune: A unique sword that sears and burns the flesh of Vladimir should he try to use it when the sister sword, the Zantetsuken, is not around. It's metal is made of an unknown material, but is strong nevertheless. The hilt carries a very weak guard and has inscriptions forged into the blade.
History:
Vladimir Sigma, a name made from vile infamy stands a lesson to those that with enough determination and will power, one can accomplish what the seek to do. At least, so he thought.
When the world of Althanas was still in its first cries of birth, gods had looken upon the land with a hungry interest in the life forming upon the still forming continents. Some lesser gods created cults and others sat watching, lending aid when called upon by the righteous. Others helped form the land and give their all to aid the newly created races. Others stood back viley, plotting the death of the world and all who inhabited it when the time was right.
Two gods, brothers, didn't give two shits for the world of Althanas future or past. The potential of mankind, the elves, the dwarfs all meant nothing to them, and with a dissatisfied interest they ignored the world altogether.
One day, the great god Lazarus, mightiest of Alchemists and the great forger of weapons saw the first spark of human life that made him tingle with excitement and caused him to grow very interested in the life of the planet. Two warriors, great warriors were battling a titanic duel amongst a great volcano and using everything they had. Each one's blades sparked with life as they slashed against each other. It carried on for days and he grew hungry as he watched until at long last a victor was declared.
Amazed by the two warriors skill and tenacity, Lazarus went to the earth himself, garbed in a dark purple robe hiding his face. He grabbed the blade and body of the champion who wielded it and went to the heavens again. He put the soul of the fallen back into the blade, but not for the sake of righting a wrong, instead he took his body and soul and smote them down with its own blade. Using his alchemy he gathered up the spirit and the blood and dipped it all over the champions blade, reforging the sword itself with inscriptions. This blade would later be known as the Zantetsuken.
As he returned to the earth he looked around the battle, and found the faintest trace of the power of the darker warrior who challenged the Zantetsuken. He gathered up the particles and returned to his laboratory. Unlike the Zantetsuken, he had no blade nor soul to forge his weapon, and he took thousands of years to find a champion of the darkness who could defeat the light. He had used demons and even other lesser gods to forge into the blades he created, but each result was the same. The wielder either went crazy or killed themselves. His last experiment was Tenacity, and he cursed the mortals and dumped the blade on a peasant village in disgust, going to the heavens and waiting.
After his fourteenth century he had found such a warrior, a young man who was an avatar of death himself. He had vanquished a holy warrior and priest of a powerful demi-god using a sword that rivaled all. Intent that this man was the one he went to the earth and performed the same ritual on the avatar of death, killing him just so he could forge another blade. The Warrior's name was Ramah Masamune and he inscribed his spell upon the new blade, the Masamune.
However, The horseman of Death was not to pleased to see such a promising warrior go, and tainted the sword so that it could never be wielded unless a warrior could wield the Zantetsuken in front of he who wielded the Masamune. Lazarus was beside himself, cheated of his destiny of forever watching the two blades fight in mortal combat forever. But patient as he ever was, he decided to go with it imbuing the Zantetsuken with a similar fate.
He sought out many fine warriors, and when he found a strand in the web of fate he liked he would destine him to find the Zantetsuken. Then he would find another to rival him, one who would grow to equal the other in power, and he was blessed with the masamune. Centuries passed by and after awhile it had begun. A vicious circle of hate and death as two warriors would tear each other apart all the cackling glee of Lazarus, who watched from the heavens.
This is the story of the latest fight, and the two who fought to tear everything away from each other...
Vladimir Sigma was born into a very secretive order of warriors, known as the Knights of the Apocalypse. These warriors were trained from birth to master the way of war, be it as a mage, a warrior, or both. Vladimir's parents were high in favor in this order, and he was given the best training they had to offer.
However dreams continued to persist Vlad, and he was standing over a shadowy body, a sword off in the distance behind him as he smiled demonically. It became a habit and the dreams never went away. After a while he was given leave to pursue this dream until he was done.
The knight went on his journey, and in the process met a man by the name Karel Raven. The two got into many blows about how to proceed with the plan of scaling a mountain for some silly sword. After a while it turned to hostility, but the knight was shocked to find Karel, a common swordsman, an equal for himself. His anger and rage fueled him, but he couldn't kill the man.
After the ninth day of travel, they found themselves within a dormant volcano, and two dragons rested inside. The dark knight battled Karel until his dream became a reality. The sword in his dreams was the fated Masamune, and he used that blade to strike at Karel. But Karel was not without a blade of equal power. The Zantetsuken sung forth and the two clashed with blades until a draw was met. Both vowed to kill the other from the day forward.
As Vladimir later learned, his order was trying to kill him. Angered that the order he served would betray him, and knowing that to beat Karel would require an immense amount of training he went on a campaign to destroy every last member of the order he once served. Along the way he met many allies who later perished, all except for one unique woman who Vladimir fell in love with.
This woman had given Vladimir a warmth in his heart he never expected to find, and it wasn't until the day they were wed that he learned a terrible, terrible thing...his wife was none other than assumed to be dead sister of Karel, Serra Karla Raven.
Undaunted by it, she made plans to heal the wounds caused by Karel and Vlad, and she organized to see her brother and Vladimir in the same place to stop the foolishness. Vladimir had just finished killing off the last of the strngholds, and his parents were at his side. When Karel came the tension in the air was intense, and it was all his wife could do to stop Vlad from killing Karel.
After a long winded debate, Vlad's parents said one word to much, and Karel flipped out, killing both of Vlad's parents in a unique move taught to him by Kai Atari, the former Saint of Swords. Distraught at what happened, Karel left and Vladimir brooded for days on end. He wanted revenge, sweet revenge.
In his mind he could only do one thing. The last stronghold of the Apocalypse was home to over 1600 dragons, and he released them all upon Karel's homeland, The Black Archipelago Isles. For five days and four nights the peaceful plains were under attack, and eventually the Black Isles were all but gone. Dragons now nest there as a testament to the power one man had.
Karel had stowed away on Vlad's airship, and he went to attack and kill Vladimir, but the aerial view of seeing his home torn asunder was to much to handle, and he couldn't fight. Ready to deal the killing blow he was interrupted when his wife came screaming onto the bridge, not knowing what was happening the entire time since she was locked away. Vlad had lost his will to kill Karel at that moment, and news of his own child being bared by Serra re-focused his thoughts. Karel's friend, a drunken wanderer by the name Sheex, had helped the Saint of Swords escape the airship as Vladimir flew home.
As he just came to peace with Serra and his newly born sun was playing in his room, Vlad had taken time to search the ruins of the castle he sacked. It was there he had found the perfect place to fight Karel for their final duel and he felt satisfied with the find. When he returned to his home he found his son dead, and Serra in silent tears as she refused to talk. Karel was gone, but it was clear he was the one who killed his baby.
Twenty years passed between them of personal triumphs and the tearing apart of each other, and Vladimir had called it over when he invited the Saint of Swords, Karel, to come to his home. They had yet to taken every last shred of life from each other, but it was when Serra, teary eyed and wanting release forced Karel to fight her to the death. She wouldn't stand by anymore and wait to cry, and she was killed by her own brother.
Two days later Vladimir and Karel fought like hungry lions as they tore into each other. After a long moments pause they slammed into each other, the Zantetsuken shattered by the Masamune. But as Vlad made a move to end it, his own blade was smashed asunder by Karel's second blade, the Serra Karla Raven. The two drew again, but as Karel made a last desperate gamble Vladimir became the quicker, and killed the Saint of Swords, pushing his body off a cliff.
A dagger impaled into his own chest, Vladimir had died moments later.
But his story doesn't end there...for Lazarus has found this game to be the best of them all...
(I was a level 3 when the site crashed, and i was like, maybe 10pts over the threshold. This can be confirmed with Dissinger)
Race: Human (Immortal)
Age: Died age 46, Body didn't change.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 210
Appearance: Vladimir wares a very dark black pair of denim fighter pants, boots the same color. He has a charcoal gray short sleeved shirt underneath. His dark gray fighter's coat is tied tightly around the shoulders, and flows outwards at the hip down. He wears a tattered cloak from time to time, remnants of his former fighter's coat from the order of the Knights of the Apocalypse.
Personality: Vladimir is vile to the core. His trademark grin is enough to make a demon shiver on the sight, and his cool demeanor and cocky, sarcasm never cover for a lack of confidence. He has been trained by the best teachers, killed those teachers, and has no compassion for those who he deems weak. Coincidentally, that is only his now dead wife Serra, and his late parents.
Skills:
Sword Mastery: As a member of the order of the apocalypse, Vladimir was trained to be the best of the best. He has slaughtered many to achieve near complete perfection, and is considered well versed in these arts. This includes one handed and two handed styles for short to medium length swords.
Martial Arts: Vlad isn't caught unprepared should he ever be parted with the Wo Dao and the Masamune, and is considered above average in hand to hand combat.
Agility: A catch-all for acrobats and athletic abilities, Vladimir has had extensive training in these areas, and is considered above average in this field.
Meditation: Vladimir is trained to clear his mind at any time, and focus his energy. Vlad can meditate, and depending on how long he can meditate he can perform longer than most normal humans can without rest. Vladimir can meditate for an hour and go 24 hours before he begins to get groggy. (NOTE: Meditation is not a substitute for sleep, and if Vlad meditates for an hour he must rest before he can properly meditate again.
Auras: When Vladimir destroyed each of the four fortress of the Apocalypse he was given a blessing by the horseman who the castle worshiped in whole. At the time he is only becoming slowly aware of their abilities, and in battle he learns more and more what they can do.
Aura of Pestilence: Vladimir has noticed that poison has little effect on him now, and the threat of disease is non exsitant. Vladimir is immune to all Low based poisons and common ills like the flu or the cold.
Aura of Famine: Vladimir has noticed that when he goes into a meditation his hunger pains subside and he feels nourished. But this hasn't replaced the need for food entirely. Even as an immortal he still must feed. After Vladimir Meditates he can ignore the need for food and water for up to one full day.
Aura of War: The blood shed by Vladimir is to a well known point in some social circles in the world of Althanas, including torching Black Isle, destroying the strongholds of the Apocalypse, and even besting and killing the Saint of Swords once. Vlad's infamy is well known by many warriors and he can analyze any fighter's skills of two levels lower than himself.
Aura of Death: The very frigid cold of the touch of Death follows Vladimir, and when he takes to battle it can freeze the blood of lesser men. Vladimir is immune to any spell that can cause death as a byproduct of a weak will. However, any lingering effects still apply. (IE Seven Deaths from Dissinger and Death from The Black Waltz Project.) (NOTE: Vlad can still die from wounds caused by spells, like Sin Harvest and a barrage of magic.)
Magic: Vladimir's knowledge of magic isn't to a point where he can cast spells or even do simple tricks like make things float to him, instead he knows just enough magic to even the odds. A gift he learned from his father, Xavier Sigma, Vladimir has access to Shadow Magic. He knows at this time one spell.
Seal Magic: Vladimir can once per battle and twice per quest use all his energy to drain magic in the surrounding area. He can't perform actions during this time, and he is very, very vulnerable when he does so. As such however, the shadows in the entire surrounding area flock to him, and the magical energy in the air, or inside someone's blood or soul is stripped away for a moment, leaving them magicless.
This effect lasts for as long as Vladimir doesn't lose focus in a quest. In a battle Vladimir can release it after charging it for one whole post, and for two consecutive posts the enemy loses any magic they wish to use. Psychic powers or telepathy are immune to this as they are not magic persay, but any "X"mancers or mages are unable to use magic.
Equipment: Vladimir carries with him Denim Black fighters pants, a cotton black short sleeve shirt, a long flowing fighter's coat made of Vlince , and a tattered old linen cloak that he sometimes wears as a cape.
He carries two swords: The Wo Dao and the Masamune
Wo Dao: The Blade was made by Vladimir himself in his studies, and currently has been enchanted by the dark horseman themselves. So long as a member of the the knights of apocalypse lives, his blade will never lose its edge. It is coated in Plynt metal.
Masamune: A unique sword that sears and burns the flesh of Vladimir should he try to use it when the sister sword, the Zantetsuken, is not around. It's metal is made of an unknown material, but is strong nevertheless. The hilt carries a very weak guard and has inscriptions forged into the blade.
History:
Vladimir Sigma, a name made from vile infamy stands a lesson to those that with enough determination and will power, one can accomplish what the seek to do. At least, so he thought.
When the world of Althanas was still in its first cries of birth, gods had looken upon the land with a hungry interest in the life forming upon the still forming continents. Some lesser gods created cults and others sat watching, lending aid when called upon by the righteous. Others helped form the land and give their all to aid the newly created races. Others stood back viley, plotting the death of the world and all who inhabited it when the time was right.
Two gods, brothers, didn't give two shits for the world of Althanas future or past. The potential of mankind, the elves, the dwarfs all meant nothing to them, and with a dissatisfied interest they ignored the world altogether.
One day, the great god Lazarus, mightiest of Alchemists and the great forger of weapons saw the first spark of human life that made him tingle with excitement and caused him to grow very interested in the life of the planet. Two warriors, great warriors were battling a titanic duel amongst a great volcano and using everything they had. Each one's blades sparked with life as they slashed against each other. It carried on for days and he grew hungry as he watched until at long last a victor was declared.
Amazed by the two warriors skill and tenacity, Lazarus went to the earth himself, garbed in a dark purple robe hiding his face. He grabbed the blade and body of the champion who wielded it and went to the heavens again. He put the soul of the fallen back into the blade, but not for the sake of righting a wrong, instead he took his body and soul and smote them down with its own blade. Using his alchemy he gathered up the spirit and the blood and dipped it all over the champions blade, reforging the sword itself with inscriptions. This blade would later be known as the Zantetsuken.
As he returned to the earth he looked around the battle, and found the faintest trace of the power of the darker warrior who challenged the Zantetsuken. He gathered up the particles and returned to his laboratory. Unlike the Zantetsuken, he had no blade nor soul to forge his weapon, and he took thousands of years to find a champion of the darkness who could defeat the light. He had used demons and even other lesser gods to forge into the blades he created, but each result was the same. The wielder either went crazy or killed themselves. His last experiment was Tenacity, and he cursed the mortals and dumped the blade on a peasant village in disgust, going to the heavens and waiting.
After his fourteenth century he had found such a warrior, a young man who was an avatar of death himself. He had vanquished a holy warrior and priest of a powerful demi-god using a sword that rivaled all. Intent that this man was the one he went to the earth and performed the same ritual on the avatar of death, killing him just so he could forge another blade. The Warrior's name was Ramah Masamune and he inscribed his spell upon the new blade, the Masamune.
However, The horseman of Death was not to pleased to see such a promising warrior go, and tainted the sword so that it could never be wielded unless a warrior could wield the Zantetsuken in front of he who wielded the Masamune. Lazarus was beside himself, cheated of his destiny of forever watching the two blades fight in mortal combat forever. But patient as he ever was, he decided to go with it imbuing the Zantetsuken with a similar fate.
He sought out many fine warriors, and when he found a strand in the web of fate he liked he would destine him to find the Zantetsuken. Then he would find another to rival him, one who would grow to equal the other in power, and he was blessed with the masamune. Centuries passed by and after awhile it had begun. A vicious circle of hate and death as two warriors would tear each other apart all the cackling glee of Lazarus, who watched from the heavens.
This is the story of the latest fight, and the two who fought to tear everything away from each other...
Vladimir Sigma was born into a very secretive order of warriors, known as the Knights of the Apocalypse. These warriors were trained from birth to master the way of war, be it as a mage, a warrior, or both. Vladimir's parents were high in favor in this order, and he was given the best training they had to offer.
However dreams continued to persist Vlad, and he was standing over a shadowy body, a sword off in the distance behind him as he smiled demonically. It became a habit and the dreams never went away. After a while he was given leave to pursue this dream until he was done.
The knight went on his journey, and in the process met a man by the name Karel Raven. The two got into many blows about how to proceed with the plan of scaling a mountain for some silly sword. After a while it turned to hostility, but the knight was shocked to find Karel, a common swordsman, an equal for himself. His anger and rage fueled him, but he couldn't kill the man.
After the ninth day of travel, they found themselves within a dormant volcano, and two dragons rested inside. The dark knight battled Karel until his dream became a reality. The sword in his dreams was the fated Masamune, and he used that blade to strike at Karel. But Karel was not without a blade of equal power. The Zantetsuken sung forth and the two clashed with blades until a draw was met. Both vowed to kill the other from the day forward.
As Vladimir later learned, his order was trying to kill him. Angered that the order he served would betray him, and knowing that to beat Karel would require an immense amount of training he went on a campaign to destroy every last member of the order he once served. Along the way he met many allies who later perished, all except for one unique woman who Vladimir fell in love with.
This woman had given Vladimir a warmth in his heart he never expected to find, and it wasn't until the day they were wed that he learned a terrible, terrible thing...his wife was none other than assumed to be dead sister of Karel, Serra Karla Raven.
Undaunted by it, she made plans to heal the wounds caused by Karel and Vlad, and she organized to see her brother and Vladimir in the same place to stop the foolishness. Vladimir had just finished killing off the last of the strngholds, and his parents were at his side. When Karel came the tension in the air was intense, and it was all his wife could do to stop Vlad from killing Karel.
After a long winded debate, Vlad's parents said one word to much, and Karel flipped out, killing both of Vlad's parents in a unique move taught to him by Kai Atari, the former Saint of Swords. Distraught at what happened, Karel left and Vladimir brooded for days on end. He wanted revenge, sweet revenge.
In his mind he could only do one thing. The last stronghold of the Apocalypse was home to over 1600 dragons, and he released them all upon Karel's homeland, The Black Archipelago Isles. For five days and four nights the peaceful plains were under attack, and eventually the Black Isles were all but gone. Dragons now nest there as a testament to the power one man had.
Karel had stowed away on Vlad's airship, and he went to attack and kill Vladimir, but the aerial view of seeing his home torn asunder was to much to handle, and he couldn't fight. Ready to deal the killing blow he was interrupted when his wife came screaming onto the bridge, not knowing what was happening the entire time since she was locked away. Vlad had lost his will to kill Karel at that moment, and news of his own child being bared by Serra re-focused his thoughts. Karel's friend, a drunken wanderer by the name Sheex, had helped the Saint of Swords escape the airship as Vladimir flew home.
As he just came to peace with Serra and his newly born sun was playing in his room, Vlad had taken time to search the ruins of the castle he sacked. It was there he had found the perfect place to fight Karel for their final duel and he felt satisfied with the find. When he returned to his home he found his son dead, and Serra in silent tears as she refused to talk. Karel was gone, but it was clear he was the one who killed his baby.
Twenty years passed between them of personal triumphs and the tearing apart of each other, and Vladimir had called it over when he invited the Saint of Swords, Karel, to come to his home. They had yet to taken every last shred of life from each other, but it was when Serra, teary eyed and wanting release forced Karel to fight her to the death. She wouldn't stand by anymore and wait to cry, and she was killed by her own brother.
Two days later Vladimir and Karel fought like hungry lions as they tore into each other. After a long moments pause they slammed into each other, the Zantetsuken shattered by the Masamune. But as Vlad made a move to end it, his own blade was smashed asunder by Karel's second blade, the Serra Karla Raven. The two drew again, but as Karel made a last desperate gamble Vladimir became the quicker, and killed the Saint of Swords, pushing his body off a cliff.
A dagger impaled into his own chest, Vladimir had died moments later.
But his story doesn't end there...for Lazarus has found this game to be the best of them all...
(I was a level 3 when the site crashed, and i was like, maybe 10pts over the threshold. This can be confirmed with Dissinger)