Post by Maple on Feb 4, 2018 23:52:17 GMT -6
NAME: Maple Moonshi of the Nether Tribe
ALIASES: (from newest to oldest, on this world or others) The Scourge of the Highlands, The Sorrow of Yunzabit, The Snake-Witch, Maple the Cruel, Maple the Despised, Maple the Unholy, Seeszekshez the Old, Szekixhazs the Vengeful, Srashthash King of Snakes, the Gorgon, the Red Star Conqueror, Strangler of Hope, the Netherbeast, the Fiend, the Serpent
SPECIES: Demon
AGE: Older than dirt
GENDER: Snek
STARTING PLANET: Earth
APPEARANCE:
BACKGROUND:
This is the story of a small corner of a nameless wood, where people seldom go, and where the old magics can still be found. Those that do happen through these parts note, with much curiosity and wonderment, that the rain falls up from the ground.
Once upon a time, long before the Eternal Dragon made dreams come true, long before there were all-powerful androids and Super Saiyans, long before capsules and corporations, long before the vast and magical West became mundane, when the Earth was young and bright, and the people were (mostly) merry and innocent, a great evil came to the small blue planet.
On a bolt of fire black as the deepest, darkest trench in the Sea, it screamed through the morning sky and exploded into the ground, utterly obliterating a fluffy yellow puppy dog that had just learned the joy of smelling blossoming spring flowers. The roaring black flames became a silhouette, and the silhouette became a man. Or something like a man, anyway. Elfin, blanched, and with a sullen gleam in his dark eyes that made nearby flowers droop and wilt their vivid petals, he rose up on two feet. The grass beneath his wriggling toes shied away, making a circle of wet dirt around him. Birdsong, those musical chirps so typical for this part of the day, slowly drained into silence. Trees rustled in agitation, their roots too deep for them to flee.
Though the people did not yet know him, the world already did. Here was a being of purest evil, a creature created by the anti-nature, from that tiny speck at the end of the Universe that no Kai ruled, visited, or even dared to glean. Here was a denizen of the Demon Realm. With an idle wave of his hand, the demon was clothed like the people were clothed, and with an outstretched mind he found where the people dwelled, heading there.
For a time, the demon slithered quietly among the people, reconstituting his strength from such a long journey. He worked as a petty magician for barbarian kings, performing lowly tricks that would seem like dazzling spectacles to the unacquainted and with these tricks he soon rose to prominence in the court of a king he gravitated towards in particular.
The king was ambitious and his lands were plentiful. His kingdom, in the cold and mountainous latitudes, bordered a wild forest to the east and the wintry Sea to the west. These qualities were not the reason for the demon’s presence, however.
The kingdom, whose name is now lost in time, was invested by an ancient spirit, a distant cousin of the demon, but she was a spirit of goodness where he was a force for wickedness. Called the Fairy Queen by the locals, she imbued the soil with rich, lush nutrients that made autumn harvests bountiful enough to feed even the most-meager peasant. She bestowed glowing sunshine and easterly winds onto the land, keeping winters mild and summers pleasantly breezy.
The demon loathed her for all of these kindnesses, but he hated her most of all for the power she had. In the Fairy Queen’s right hand was a magical staff unlike any he could craft. Its haft was a crystal blue pure as the sky it controlled, and its head was a gentle white cloud, alive and beautiful. The Staff of Serene Skies.
He hated that she had it. He hated its beauty and its benevolence; he hated its aura of righteous strength and the unstoppable spells it effortlessly unfurled. He hated its divine, unironic alliteration. He hated it most of all because he coveted it.
Taking the form of a serpent, the demon crept into the Fairy Queen’s sacred forest palace while she slept. When his violet scales gripped around the glittering crystal haft hovering beside the Fairy Queen’s bed, thunder crackled across the clear sky overhead. The Fairy Queen awoke at the terrible sound and tried to resist, but the demon was now fully recovered from his journey and formidable even for one such as her. They battled across the forest in a tremendous struggle.
Foresters, hunters, and herdsmen saw strange lights in the woods that day. The wind screamed until it whistled through the trees, making frightful songs. Birds scattered, and the animals ran, trampling into villages and across fields. Fires sprung up, fed by the building winds until great red fingers raced out from the burning woods, cooking towns and settlements into heaps of ash. Far to the west, the Sea slammed against the shore, carving out new beaches and washing away humble fishing hamlets.
When the fight ended, the sky itself seemed to let out a long and low, foreboding groan. Where the enchanted castle of the Fairy Queen had been, was now a smoldering ruin. The sky crackled with eminent violence, and the howling winds gathered into the fresh grave of the forest palace, dragging a column of sinuous black smoke into the sky.
The demon emerged from the smoke, victorious. What used to be the Staff of Serene Skies being now a corrupted totem, a roiling and seething storm in his tight fist. He crouched over the wrecked corpse of the Fairy Queen, and as he drank her blood for its potency he dubbed his new weapon the Rod of Rainy Days.
There it rained for a thousand years.
The forest became forever wreathed in mist, and the old kingdom washed away into the Sea. The king’s sunken castle was turned to sand by the riptides of a dark bay, his great hall now the domain of massive sharks and crocodiles. Where was once endless tracts of farmland flooded into a maze of rivers and islands, and where stately pines and royal oaks reined now loomed an impossible bramble of towering mushrooms and seething fungus, bubbling for miles like a witch’s cauldron, wafting noxious gas into the air. Brave souls who dared venture into the reeking swamp never returned, and a dark legend grew about the place, where horrifying ghosts could be seen cackling across the night sky and werewolves and monsters and all manner of curses were said to reside.
The lands neighboring the cursed and gloomy morass grew more and more like it. There was a hateful presence spreading outward from it. People in this area built sullen, joyless settlements with names like Marsh Town and Mud Village. Through these hidden influences, the demon lurking in the drowned forest’s heart ruled the lands as sure as he ruled his own body, and his evil became more real. The best and most-ferocious soldiers, mercenaries, and fighters were widely known to come from these parts. Much death came from the life that was made here. As the world mechanized, it became home to the largest ammo factory on the planet.
It was around the time when the world teemed with snoring cars – but not yet the flying variety – when the slumbery, sated demon was paid a fateful visit.
A teenaged boy guided by the warbly brightness of a chi-soaked hand walked through his shadowed temple, seemingly immune to the magical traps and terrible curses the demon had woven.
The demon rose from the heap of bones that was his throne.
He was taken aback by this affront to his dominance. “Who dares?” The demon croaked, his voice a dry hiss from decades of disuse. Sanguine red shone dully in his dark eyes.
A femur clattered loudly as it tumbled from the bone heap.
“The next Guardian of Earth,” The boy said defiantly, leaning back on one heel and entering a fighting stance. Though he was in blue jeans and t-shirt, his pose was that of an expert fighter that had earned his dogi. “I’m not going to let you corrupt the Earth any longer. You’re through, monster.”
The two clashed in an invisible whirlwind. The boy had the fire of youth on his side, but the demon had the craftiness of the ages, and both seemed matched in power. Echoes of the fight that torn through the forest millennia ago resounded. The smoldering skies became a cacophony of blasting, blinding lights. The Sea, long swollen and sloth, sudden enlivened, crashing violently through the forest of fungus, making its many nightmarish dwellers seek higher ground.
Slipping a haggard blow from the challenger, the bloodied demon finally cast him down with a spell summoning star’s fire. The boy sprawled back against the temple wall from the explosion of energy, cracking the dark fortress in half. Gasping through weariness, the demon began to laugh.
“So this is the fabled chi-fighting of the Earthlings?” The demon spat out a glob of acrid blood, smirking. “I expected more.”
Then, the boy began to chant. It was nothing the demon had ever heard before. “Ka…me…”
The demon’s eyes widened. The temple was rattling. His throne of bones shivered to pieces. A great power was growing within the boy.
“ha… me…”
“What’s this?” The demon demanded.
“HA!!!”
A sky-blue wave of chi erupted from outstretched palms. It broke through the demon’s magic shield, and tore through his stomach, blasting out the other side.
“Impossible!” The demon screamed, his pale flesh turning to stony scales as he fell, gravely wounded.
Pressing forward despite staggering exhaustion, the boy redoubled his efforts after the blazing attack, his hands now spinning in a wide circle. “Evil Containment Wave!” He shouted.
“NOOOOOO!” The demon shrieked, his form twisted into that of a serpent as he was flung into a spiral emerald vortex, whirling quickly down a cosmic drain, into a spent mayonnaise jar that had been duct-taped and crayoned with the ancient seal of Mafūba.
The youth sealed the jar shut.
And for the first time in a long, long time, rays of golden sunlight remembered the marsh, beaming down from a parting cloak of gray.
It’s said that the boy tossed the jar into the Sea, near the coast where he fought. It’s also said that he went on to become a renown and heroic Guardian of Earth. But that is not where our story goes.
This is about the place where the rain falls up. It is where the demon’s temple once stood. Somewhere in these woods, under centuries of detritus, lay hidden the Rod of Rainy Days. It controls the rain as surely as it did for the millennia of the demon’s rule. And it still does its masters bidding.
Here, in this strange corner of the Yunzabit Heights, the rain falls up. The Sea retreats from the coast, pushed by a constant wind. And the backwards rain steals what is left. Somewhere out there, in the disappearing water, is an ancient jar of mayonnaise, waiting to be revealed…
TECHNIQUES:
OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES: Sprinkle Cake Ray [A1-MA3, SIG3] Firing a blinding flush of fluttery magic beams, Maple attacks his foe for 166% of his PL. If this technique kills or incapacitates his target, he regains all KP used to fire technique.
SUPPORT TECHNIQUES: Whipped Cream Witchery [SU] Utilizing his mastery over the elements, Maple transforms himself into the wind, dodging any attack for 100% of his PL.
UTILITY TECHNIQUES: Magic Eye [UT] Maple has been around the block, and has long ago learned to sense people's life force and spiritual power.
ALIASES: (from newest to oldest, on this world or others) The Scourge of the Highlands, The Sorrow of Yunzabit, The Snake-Witch, Maple the Cruel, Maple the Despised, Maple the Unholy, Seeszekshez the Old, Szekixhazs the Vengeful, Srashthash King of Snakes, the Gorgon, the Red Star Conqueror, Strangler of Hope, the Netherbeast, the Fiend, the Serpent
SPECIES: Demon
AGE: Older than dirt
GENDER: Snek
STARTING PLANET: Earth
APPEARANCE:
This is the story of a small corner of a nameless wood, where people seldom go, and where the old magics can still be found. Those that do happen through these parts note, with much curiosity and wonderment, that the rain falls up from the ground.
Once upon a time, long before the Eternal Dragon made dreams come true, long before there were all-powerful androids and Super Saiyans, long before capsules and corporations, long before the vast and magical West became mundane, when the Earth was young and bright, and the people were (mostly) merry and innocent, a great evil came to the small blue planet.
On a bolt of fire black as the deepest, darkest trench in the Sea, it screamed through the morning sky and exploded into the ground, utterly obliterating a fluffy yellow puppy dog that had just learned the joy of smelling blossoming spring flowers. The roaring black flames became a silhouette, and the silhouette became a man. Or something like a man, anyway. Elfin, blanched, and with a sullen gleam in his dark eyes that made nearby flowers droop and wilt their vivid petals, he rose up on two feet. The grass beneath his wriggling toes shied away, making a circle of wet dirt around him. Birdsong, those musical chirps so typical for this part of the day, slowly drained into silence. Trees rustled in agitation, their roots too deep for them to flee.
Though the people did not yet know him, the world already did. Here was a being of purest evil, a creature created by the anti-nature, from that tiny speck at the end of the Universe that no Kai ruled, visited, or even dared to glean. Here was a denizen of the Demon Realm. With an idle wave of his hand, the demon was clothed like the people were clothed, and with an outstretched mind he found where the people dwelled, heading there.
For a time, the demon slithered quietly among the people, reconstituting his strength from such a long journey. He worked as a petty magician for barbarian kings, performing lowly tricks that would seem like dazzling spectacles to the unacquainted and with these tricks he soon rose to prominence in the court of a king he gravitated towards in particular.
The king was ambitious and his lands were plentiful. His kingdom, in the cold and mountainous latitudes, bordered a wild forest to the east and the wintry Sea to the west. These qualities were not the reason for the demon’s presence, however.
The kingdom, whose name is now lost in time, was invested by an ancient spirit, a distant cousin of the demon, but she was a spirit of goodness where he was a force for wickedness. Called the Fairy Queen by the locals, she imbued the soil with rich, lush nutrients that made autumn harvests bountiful enough to feed even the most-meager peasant. She bestowed glowing sunshine and easterly winds onto the land, keeping winters mild and summers pleasantly breezy.
The demon loathed her for all of these kindnesses, but he hated her most of all for the power she had. In the Fairy Queen’s right hand was a magical staff unlike any he could craft. Its haft was a crystal blue pure as the sky it controlled, and its head was a gentle white cloud, alive and beautiful. The Staff of Serene Skies.
He hated that she had it. He hated its beauty and its benevolence; he hated its aura of righteous strength and the unstoppable spells it effortlessly unfurled. He hated its divine, unironic alliteration. He hated it most of all because he coveted it.
Taking the form of a serpent, the demon crept into the Fairy Queen’s sacred forest palace while she slept. When his violet scales gripped around the glittering crystal haft hovering beside the Fairy Queen’s bed, thunder crackled across the clear sky overhead. The Fairy Queen awoke at the terrible sound and tried to resist, but the demon was now fully recovered from his journey and formidable even for one such as her. They battled across the forest in a tremendous struggle.
Foresters, hunters, and herdsmen saw strange lights in the woods that day. The wind screamed until it whistled through the trees, making frightful songs. Birds scattered, and the animals ran, trampling into villages and across fields. Fires sprung up, fed by the building winds until great red fingers raced out from the burning woods, cooking towns and settlements into heaps of ash. Far to the west, the Sea slammed against the shore, carving out new beaches and washing away humble fishing hamlets.
When the fight ended, the sky itself seemed to let out a long and low, foreboding groan. Where the enchanted castle of the Fairy Queen had been, was now a smoldering ruin. The sky crackled with eminent violence, and the howling winds gathered into the fresh grave of the forest palace, dragging a column of sinuous black smoke into the sky.
The demon emerged from the smoke, victorious. What used to be the Staff of Serene Skies being now a corrupted totem, a roiling and seething storm in his tight fist. He crouched over the wrecked corpse of the Fairy Queen, and as he drank her blood for its potency he dubbed his new weapon the Rod of Rainy Days.
There it rained for a thousand years.
The forest became forever wreathed in mist, and the old kingdom washed away into the Sea. The king’s sunken castle was turned to sand by the riptides of a dark bay, his great hall now the domain of massive sharks and crocodiles. Where was once endless tracts of farmland flooded into a maze of rivers and islands, and where stately pines and royal oaks reined now loomed an impossible bramble of towering mushrooms and seething fungus, bubbling for miles like a witch’s cauldron, wafting noxious gas into the air. Brave souls who dared venture into the reeking swamp never returned, and a dark legend grew about the place, where horrifying ghosts could be seen cackling across the night sky and werewolves and monsters and all manner of curses were said to reside.
The lands neighboring the cursed and gloomy morass grew more and more like it. There was a hateful presence spreading outward from it. People in this area built sullen, joyless settlements with names like Marsh Town and Mud Village. Through these hidden influences, the demon lurking in the drowned forest’s heart ruled the lands as sure as he ruled his own body, and his evil became more real. The best and most-ferocious soldiers, mercenaries, and fighters were widely known to come from these parts. Much death came from the life that was made here. As the world mechanized, it became home to the largest ammo factory on the planet.
It was around the time when the world teemed with snoring cars – but not yet the flying variety – when the slumbery, sated demon was paid a fateful visit.
A teenaged boy guided by the warbly brightness of a chi-soaked hand walked through his shadowed temple, seemingly immune to the magical traps and terrible curses the demon had woven.
The demon rose from the heap of bones that was his throne.
He was taken aback by this affront to his dominance. “Who dares?” The demon croaked, his voice a dry hiss from decades of disuse. Sanguine red shone dully in his dark eyes.
A femur clattered loudly as it tumbled from the bone heap.
“The next Guardian of Earth,” The boy said defiantly, leaning back on one heel and entering a fighting stance. Though he was in blue jeans and t-shirt, his pose was that of an expert fighter that had earned his dogi. “I’m not going to let you corrupt the Earth any longer. You’re through, monster.”
The two clashed in an invisible whirlwind. The boy had the fire of youth on his side, but the demon had the craftiness of the ages, and both seemed matched in power. Echoes of the fight that torn through the forest millennia ago resounded. The smoldering skies became a cacophony of blasting, blinding lights. The Sea, long swollen and sloth, sudden enlivened, crashing violently through the forest of fungus, making its many nightmarish dwellers seek higher ground.
Slipping a haggard blow from the challenger, the bloodied demon finally cast him down with a spell summoning star’s fire. The boy sprawled back against the temple wall from the explosion of energy, cracking the dark fortress in half. Gasping through weariness, the demon began to laugh.
“So this is the fabled chi-fighting of the Earthlings?” The demon spat out a glob of acrid blood, smirking. “I expected more.”
Then, the boy began to chant. It was nothing the demon had ever heard before. “Ka…me…”
The demon’s eyes widened. The temple was rattling. His throne of bones shivered to pieces. A great power was growing within the boy.
“ha… me…”
“What’s this?” The demon demanded.
“HA!!!”
A sky-blue wave of chi erupted from outstretched palms. It broke through the demon’s magic shield, and tore through his stomach, blasting out the other side.
“Impossible!” The demon screamed, his pale flesh turning to stony scales as he fell, gravely wounded.
Pressing forward despite staggering exhaustion, the boy redoubled his efforts after the blazing attack, his hands now spinning in a wide circle. “Evil Containment Wave!” He shouted.
“NOOOOOO!” The demon shrieked, his form twisted into that of a serpent as he was flung into a spiral emerald vortex, whirling quickly down a cosmic drain, into a spent mayonnaise jar that had been duct-taped and crayoned with the ancient seal of Mafūba.
The youth sealed the jar shut.
And for the first time in a long, long time, rays of golden sunlight remembered the marsh, beaming down from a parting cloak of gray.
It’s said that the boy tossed the jar into the Sea, near the coast where he fought. It’s also said that he went on to become a renown and heroic Guardian of Earth. But that is not where our story goes.
This is about the place where the rain falls up. It is where the demon’s temple once stood. Somewhere in these woods, under centuries of detritus, lay hidden the Rod of Rainy Days. It controls the rain as surely as it did for the millennia of the demon’s rule. And it still does its masters bidding.
Here, in this strange corner of the Yunzabit Heights, the rain falls up. The Sea retreats from the coast, pushed by a constant wind. And the backwards rain steals what is left. Somewhere out there, in the disappearing water, is an ancient jar of mayonnaise, waiting to be revealed…
TECHNIQUES:
OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES: Sprinkle Cake Ray [A1-MA3, SIG3] Firing a blinding flush of fluttery magic beams, Maple attacks his foe for 166% of his PL. If this technique kills or incapacitates his target, he regains all KP used to fire technique.
SUPPORT TECHNIQUES: Whipped Cream Witchery [SU] Utilizing his mastery over the elements, Maple transforms himself into the wind, dodging any attack for 100% of his PL.
UTILITY TECHNIQUES: Magic Eye [UT] Maple has been around the block, and has long ago learned to sense people's life force and spiritual power.
