Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Jul 10, 2018 15:58:46 GMT -8
As the axes swung towards the bastard and a woman was thrown at Telemachon, time slowed for him. He had already killed many of the innocent as an appetizer for his bloodlust while sating his insanity. Would there be a great difference if he killed this woman too? But... there was penance, if he could not save them all he could at least save one person? In the end he turned his axes away from the girl and gave her a kick that - while not intended to be painful or harmful - was forceful to keep her down and out of the way of both Telemachon and any stray arrows. Whether this was out of some kindness or out of practical considerations was not even known to the monster-man.
Slightly slower he now approached the man, licking his blooded lips. "Die." He said quite simply with a happy grin on his mouth as he swung his left axe at the man's legs whilst the right at his thigh in wide, predictable but nevertheless swift sweeps.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 5:34:30 GMT -8
The young woman cried out as she was kicked down to the ground, where she curled up in a miserable ball and prayed for the spirits to take her with little pain.
A few steps backwards avoided the double swing of the axe blades coming in, bringing the white haired commander further away from the monster. He hadn't even drawn a weapon yet, his hand still on the hilt for the time being as he simply moved out of harm's way.
"Why?" he grunted, his low rumble of a voice like that of a lion.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Jul 21, 2018 18:07:40 GMT -8
Telemachon yelled "Stay down!" at the woman, before with a growl turning back to the white haired bastard. His teeth ground with fury, sometimes drawing blood as in their ferocity they slipped and cut open gum and lip. "Redemption!" he roared as response to the query. In the same instance he committed to a running jump with both axes swinging down. The man might try to distract him, but he had enough of that for now. There was little to be said that would stop the maniacal bloodlust.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 23:35:56 GMT -8
The man of white hair stood his ground as the beast flew down upon him with blades at the ready. In a swift, sweeping motion did the sword he hold of his own come free of it's sheath and perfectly perpendicular to the weapons in order to stop them. The hilt looked to be of an elaborate black steel adorn in design tightly knit for a smooth grip, and the blade shone like silver. Something was on the face of the blade in a dull show, standing out as an intricate design of a long-bodied dragon that was revealed in the right angle of light.
And the moment that the blades made contact did that almost invisible dragon spring to life in a brilliant flash of blue light. The singing of steel was drowned out by a sudden roar of a mighty beast, and the creature on the sword snapped it's jaws. In the next instance, it sprang off the weapon itself head first - coming to full life in flesh of brilliant pure blue scales and white teeth and whiskers and ivory horns - with maw opened to bite off the head of Telemachon.
The Fusei that were charging up the ramparts to assist their commander skid to a panicked stop, not looking to jump into the middle of something absolutely supernatural wielded by the man.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Jul 24, 2018 14:46:34 GMT -8
Once the blades came into contact, the full mountain of muscle would push the axes down, already given momentum from the jump. The teeth on the axes would start to whirr, sliding up and down like an animal gritting it's teeth with the sound of millions of bees as metal bit metal. But, it would seem Telemachon would not be able to press his monstrous ability for now. A dragon - first spectral and now corporeal - flew out and upon him.
It flew out, and the still functional parts of his brain took over. He hit the deck, falling flat against the floor in the hopes of not getting several inches shorter. At the same same, both of his hands darted out with his axes in the hopes of sweeping the legs out from under the Fusei and making his opponent shorter instead.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 21:34:08 GMT -8
The beast snapped it's jaws, an ethereal sound of an otherworldly chuckle echoing out as if they were deep in the tunnels of the mines. As it continued to wind about in search of it's prey the wielder of the weapon proceeded to step back - going so far as to hop back when the blades came for a sweep at his legs. He was in no mood to lose a limb today.
And the subtle sound of the axe blades slicing air caught the attention of the dragon, where it twisted down and lunged straight for the second forearm in swing - aimed to latch deep past armor and flesh with those deadly sharp teeth and powerful jaw.
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Telemachon
Established
. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Aug 2, 2018 10:51:08 GMT -8
Given some space by the man lunging up in one solid movement the man arose into a battle-crouch and gave a more paced run at the man he was fighting, knowing that the dragon was unlikely to want to eat it's master. The more the gap closed, the more his advantage was pressed and so he went to close it. One axe once more went for a sweep at the man, diagonally and at shoulder height whilst his other axe went in a wide arc for the mouth of the dragon coming at him to separate the flesh connecting its jawbones; he'd let it go the moment there was fierce resistance to further put the scaly foe off balance.
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