Post by Mist on Apr 13, 2018 15:12:32 GMT -6
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NAME: Mistroma Dar’Kon
ALIASES: Mist, Serpent Eyes, Azure Kid
SPECIES: Alien (B-Type)/Necruin
RACIAL TRAITS: Ace: From the Grave; Moderate: Jumpstart; Diminished: Weakpoint (Horns)
AGE: 2,790 (228 - Has been in stasis)
GENDER: Male
STARTING PLANET: Earth
Standing at 3’5”, The Dimunitive Alien stands apart as his physical form does not represent his age. Due to this, many mistake him for a child and tend to treat him as such. In reality, his standard form is simply a power-degraded form of his full strength – allowing him to interact with other beings without hindrance or worry. A full spiked mane of white hair cascades down to the small of his back – barely hiding the two protruding horns jutting forth from his forehead.
In his true form (transformed), Mistroma stands at 6’6”, towering over most lifeforms. His long white hair shortens and spikes up more violently as the two protruding horns increase in girth and length. His outfit, both in his powered down and powered up states share a unique emblem known as “The Ecliptic Star”, the only reference to the race he shares.[/PTab]
[PTab=Technique List]
Support and Utility Techniques:
Shadow Decoy (After Image)[SU1]
Energy Sensing [UT1]
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[PTab=Relationships] blah3 blah3 blah3 [/PTab]
[PTab=Biography and Chapters] 2,000 Years before the current Age (Age 18), a small planet existed deep within the North Galaxy on the boundary between the Otherworld’s spatial entrance and the rest of known space. The Planet Necruo, home of a unique race of alien monks referred to as “The Necruins” – was the smallest and least illuminated planet in the system. Its main Sun, a potent red-giant – was constantly blotted out by an ever-present astrological event; the planet was drenched in an eternal Solar Eclipse. The Necruins were a small tribal race of nomadic wanderers, constantly travelling from location to location setting up camps and making claims of long stretches of territories. Due to the nature of their planet, the Necruin’s had a unique relationship with the Shadows and as such were known to be a Mystical people – a myth in the mouths of many as seeing a Necruin far from home was very uncommon indeed.
Due to the Enviroment of which they were born, one of their unique evolutionary traits were that most of the race stood small in stature, barely peaking 4’0”. This was thought to have some relation to the intense gravitic field surrounding the tiny world. There were a few nomad’s, however, that were uniquely gifted with the ability however, to transform their bodies at will by imbuing their body with large quantities of the Dark Sun’s solar radiation. This symbiotic surge of power granted by the Ecliptic star above was one of the greatest traits of the Necruins. These tiny demonic looking creatures were often considered “Imps”, thanks to their long point-tipped tail and twin horns that protruded in a variety of fashions from the foreheads. The most unique trait of the Necruin Monks was there strange fascination with Blood Rituals and Ritualistic Combat, as those of the Necruin tribe seem to grow stronger when brought to near death itself, as through intense focus they can resist the pull of their souls to Otherworld and come back from the experience...Changed.
For two hundred years (Age 218), the Tribes persisted in the dark – mastering their unique powers and strengthening their spiritual resolve through rituals of sacrifice and experimentation; both to challenge and stretch the boundaries of their link with death. Due to their yearnings, they travelled the lands a Nomadic people – influencing the world around them through their accursed experimentation. Yet it was possible that this thirst for the Dark was ultimately what ended up dooming their kind. Many years pulling from the power of the Ecliptic sun, the Necruins had caused an unfortunate fluctuation – causing the astral body to flare and bathe the small world in a cursed light. The world was forever changed – causing the event to be known as, “The Reaping”.
As the light cascaded over the planet, The Necruins most infused with the Dark were mutated into something foul and ancient; an evil more sinister and darker than the very pitch itself. In their bloodlust, many of those transformed went berserk; the death toll breaching nearly 2,000 in the first day – a heavy cost considering the small population. Those whom had resisted the pull of the solar flare scrambled to safety, calling out to any still sane to join as one collective to save their lands. The response was small however – both due to the murderous horde rampaging through the streets of their small cities, and the lack of those with the understanding and strength to brave the situation. It seemed apocalyptic at best.
As time passed (Age 288), the Tribes of Necruo placed aside their differences and battled against the poor souls driven to the brink by the radiation of their cursed Sun. Over time the lands themselves warped in response to the radiation bathing their planet forcing the once separated nomads together in unity; their worlds united under one flag –A city was born in the most lush and non-effected part of the planet. Its name was Astria their word for Nirvana. The mighty walled fortress was home to the many who had survived “The Reaping”, creating a safe haven to build families and homes – separated from the horrible Wastes by the large wall known only as Fortius.
(Age 309) - A religion appeared within the walled city of Astria founded by a Mystic of the former Dar’konian Tribes. It preached of an answer to the plague that had forced them to cower behind the walls as frightened children – preying on the minds of the public by reminding them of the joyous pleasure pulling from the dark had and how it was the tool that should be used to bring forth salvation and end the curse befalling their people every day. The radical movement grew in popularity rapidly – much to the chagrin of the Tribal Governance; the body of power that oversaw the daily lives of those within the city of Astria. As the religion grew, so too did the power of its priest – The Prophet Mistroma Dar’kon.
His words and sermons flowed through the ears of the masses and in nearly four years had grown to such a popularity that the streets themselves were littered with its propaganda. Its teachings spoke of Mistroma’s Years in the wastes – struggling to survive among the rabid monsters of his former kin – and how the Dar’konian tribes were forced to go deeper and deeper into the dark where they encountered an ancient void known as “The Dead Zone”. It was this void that deterred the creatures, a spatial tear in the fabric of their world that separate them from the Demon Realm. Through it, they were able to make contact with a tribe of powerful God’s – The Makyans. Still exploring the cosmos on the famed “Makyo Star” of their origin. It spoke of the great lord Garlic and how this traveler of the stars, this ancient God, would deliver their people from the terrors of the Eclipse. The people were enamored by the prophetic illusions the Sage delivered unto the people and – with little a debate – agreed to bestow their trust onto him in a Ritual that he prophesized would change the lives of all those in Astria and the lives of their children for all eternity. In eight years, the great Eclipse would flare would its malevolent energy once more and, in this moment, – they would harness its power and through their faith restore the power of the Dark to the Ancient one and through his power
(Age 320); The night finally arrived as the prophecy declared; The people of Astria City had gathered in the great center of their walled fortress. The holiest of grounds, it was here that long ago the heads of each great Tribe had declared allegiance and unity – and would serve as the focal point of all the Star’s great energy. At the head of the Ritual, Mistroma held his final sermon to the people of Necruo, his words promising salvation and peace as the star’s surging force assailed the planet once again. Through the teachings of his Faith, Dar’kon’s converts harness their mystical energies and – with great effort – surged the power into an artifact dubbed the Chalice. The mystical object of strange metals resonating with power had caused a silence to befall the planet. As the Sage grasped hold of the scepter – the people silence at the sight as the day they’d prepared for had finally arrived – the dark reality of the deception came to bear upon the poor souls of Astria.
The power of the Eclipse surged through the tiny body of the Priest, warping his form into a hulking variation of his original state. Great power surged through his now bulking muscles as violet lightning crashed about the city – causing despair and mayhem. A violent tear appeared above the sky as the gateway to the “Dead Zone” was opened, it’s mighty demonic pull ripping the city asunder as its mighty force funneled everything into its awaiting Vortex. The citizens of the city were awash by the dark light and could only shriek in terror as they were transformed into the very Mutations they hid from behind their great wall – The Serpent Demons.
The words of Dar’kon’s faith were not lies – he had truly made contact with a tribe of what he would consider “Gods”, by way of a Young Makyan named Garlic years ago in the great Wastes that had spoken to them from the Void at the peak of “The Reaping”. The Makyan had offered to save the young monk from a fate worse than death by sheltering him within the strange realm that he communicated from, the very same that was now threatening to destroy everything above them. The Dar’konian Tribesman had accepted the help of the Makyan and in Return found himself in a world of darkness, intense misery and torment. Each hour in the Realm had felt like an eternity… as pain wracked his body at all times. He struggled to maintain his sanity as this false hope felt like death incarnate. A voice however helped him from losing his sense – the same that had ushered him into the strange world.
After a time, he’d grown used to the world and its strange energies. He found its deviation to the outside world amusing, as from a single tear he could view Necruo from safety. Watch as the horrors of the world he once knew became unrecognizable. In this Safety, the Monk had braved the Dark Void and in turn found his savior in the Makyan that brought him here – Garlic. The two spent years with one another, in the separation unaffected by the passing of time outside, getting to know one another. It was here the Necruin learned of The Makyo Star and its time of passing and how during that time the Makyan would regain his full power and be able to leave this Void. He learned of the Sorcerers desire to Become the Guardian of a place called “Earth” and that his Son – Garlic Jr. – hastily awaited his return on the strange world that acted as a bridge between the Dead Zone and the planet Earth.
Owing everything to the Makyan, The Necruin showed faith to his benefactor and swore allegiance to his Ancient Ancestor. Through his knowledge of the Ecliptic energy of the Sun above Necruo and Garlic’s mastery of Ancient Demonic Magic, the two devised a plan that would grant Garlic the Army needed to begin his Conquest. Now on the precipice of the Great Eclipse’s final surge, the Planet Necruo began to crack and shatter – its time in the universe having come to an end. As the Dead Zone devoured the world below; the People trapped below, forcibly becoming the monsters they feared, would become denizens of the dark void – the willing armies of the dark; to be called upon by their new Master – Garlic. Mistroma Dar’kon, took his place aside the Sorcerer and joined him as he traversed the damned Realm and made his way towards Earth.
(Age 390); The journey to the Planet Earth had been arduous indeed. Traveling within the shadowy embrace of the Dead Zone had been hellish to the Necruin – the visages of the people he’d doomed cursing him as he fought for dominion over their souls to establish dominance and control - and yet he had persisted, having spent the eternity training with his Dark Lord. Now on the Eve of the Makyo Star’s orbit of the blue sphere, The Armies of Garlic and his Son would wreak havoc on the Planet – Angered at the refusal of the Guardian of Earth to grant the title to his master. The great war waged for a time, but it was Kami – the strange being of great mystical strength – who had rose to stop them – Sealing his Master and the hordes of Necruin mutated Serpent Demons within a Dark Star Crystal and casting them from the planet to the heavens above.
Mistroma had not been as fortunate – as Kami deemed him a criminal of great evil and such banished him to an eternity as the very essence of his namesake. Hid body torn asunder by the new Guardian of Earth’s power – Mistroma would roar in agony as his diminutive but powerful form was dissipated into a black fog and sealed within a small urn. Hoping to seal his evil away for eternity – Kami placed the Urn within the Demon’s Maw – a Small Island south of West City – where it remained until Recently where a group of unlikely travelers have disturbed the resting place of the Seal. Now – in Age 3018, Mistroma Dar’Kon lives once more and begins to establish his new power center
Chapters and Relevant Posts:
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[PTab=Character Information]
NAME: Mistroma Dar’Kon
ALIASES: Mist, Serpent Eyes, Azure Kid
SPECIES: Alien (B-Type)/Necruin
RACIAL TRAITS: Ace: From the Grave; Moderate: Jumpstart; Diminished: Weakpoint (Horns)
AGE: 2,790 (228 - Has been in stasis)
GENDER: Male
STARTING PLANET: Earth
Standing at 3’5”, The Dimunitive Alien stands apart as his physical form does not represent his age. Due to this, many mistake him for a child and tend to treat him as such. In reality, his standard form is simply a power-degraded form of his full strength – allowing him to interact with other beings without hindrance or worry. A full spiked mane of white hair cascades down to the small of his back – barely hiding the two protruding horns jutting forth from his forehead.
In his true form (transformed), Mistroma stands at 6’6”, towering over most lifeforms. His long white hair shortens and spikes up more violently as the two protruding horns increase in girth and length. His outfit, both in his powered down and powered up states share a unique emblem known as “The Ecliptic Star”, the only reference to the race he shares.[/PTab]
[PTab=Technique List]
Offensive Techniques:
Name: Lunar Flame
Category: [N1]
Description: The Lunar Flame is a trademark skill taught by the Warrior Priests of Necruo. The development of this technique is said of of began after the first wave of eclipse energy permeated the Necruin homeworld of Necruo. To use this technique, the weilder must focus on the darkness hiding deep within themselves which causes thick, tangible shadowstuff to leak from their every pore. Once the practitioner has focused his energy enough, they begin to release this darkness as energy which then encapsulates their figure in white-black flames of both shadow and eclipse star energy. Once the balance is crafted, the user can generate the Lunar Flame as an offensive technique in one of two manners.
The first, as a spherical orb of power which can be grown into varying sizes and designs. This state of the attack allows for an explosive release of stored energy upon contact with the target, resulting in a potent shock wave of force. The second release is more focused as the wielder splits the Light and Darkness into twin spheres that radiate from both hands. Once prepared, the user will combine both spheres together before thrusting both palms forward, the ring and pinkie finger bent inward on both hands as a double palm thrust forward releases a potent condensed and focused wave of force towards the target. The visual description of this version of the attack would be a white-black wave not unlike the Kamehameha, with black sparks of electricity flowing on the outer wave.
Category: [N1]
Description: The Lunar Flame is a trademark skill taught by the Warrior Priests of Necruo. The development of this technique is said of of began after the first wave of eclipse energy permeated the Necruin homeworld of Necruo. To use this technique, the weilder must focus on the darkness hiding deep within themselves which causes thick, tangible shadowstuff to leak from their every pore. Once the practitioner has focused his energy enough, they begin to release this darkness as energy which then encapsulates their figure in white-black flames of both shadow and eclipse star energy. Once the balance is crafted, the user can generate the Lunar Flame as an offensive technique in one of two manners.
The first, as a spherical orb of power which can be grown into varying sizes and designs. This state of the attack allows for an explosive release of stored energy upon contact with the target, resulting in a potent shock wave of force. The second release is more focused as the wielder splits the Light and Darkness into twin spheres that radiate from both hands. Once prepared, the user will combine both spheres together before thrusting both palms forward, the ring and pinkie finger bent inward on both hands as a double palm thrust forward releases a potent condensed and focused wave of force towards the target. The visual description of this version of the attack would be a white-black wave not unlike the Kamehameha, with black sparks of electricity flowing on the outer wave.
Name:Shadow Thrust
Category: [V2][Homing]
Description: Shifting his body between his Mist form and his physical form, Mistroma launches a barrage of physical strikes – both with his fists and feet – at his opponent. The shifting form of his physical state (Or the shaving of ki from his aura) creating illusionary strikes to confuse his opponents from predicting every strike. With each successful physical blow, an explosion of force is released from the appendage sending a shockwave of power into an opponent’s body to stagger them.
Category: [V2][Homing]
Description: Shifting his body between his Mist form and his physical form, Mistroma launches a barrage of physical strikes – both with his fists and feet – at his opponent. The shifting form of his physical state (Or the shaving of ki from his aura) creating illusionary strikes to confuse his opponents from predicting every strike. With each successful physical blow, an explosion of force is released from the appendage sending a shockwave of power into an opponent’s body to stagger them.
Name:Shadow Eclipse
Category: [UV3] [Piercing]
DescriptionConverting their Lunar Flame into a full body aura, The Necruin Monk can cause his body to leak pure darkness as a physical manifestation of power. In this state – The Alien can focus their power to such a degree as to Blend it with their Shade Thrust – Allowing each successful strike to release a *Piercing Ki Strike upon impact to rip through the enemy. As a finishing maneuver; the Wielder can end their combination in a Double Palm Thrust, to release a powerful Ki Wave at the target. Mistroma can also simply fire the technique as a High-Powered piercing Ki Wave from his fingers.
[/b][/div]Category: [UV3] [Piercing]
DescriptionConverting their Lunar Flame into a full body aura, The Necruin Monk can cause his body to leak pure darkness as a physical manifestation of power. In this state – The Alien can focus their power to such a degree as to Blend it with their Shade Thrust – Allowing each successful strike to release a *Piercing Ki Strike upon impact to rip through the enemy. As a finishing maneuver; the Wielder can end their combination in a Double Palm Thrust, to release a powerful Ki Wave at the target. Mistroma can also simply fire the technique as a High-Powered piercing Ki Wave from his fingers.
Support and Utility Techniques:
Shadow Decoy (After Image)[SU1]
Energy Sensing [UT1]
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[PTab=Relationships] blah3 blah3 blah3 [/PTab]
[PTab=Biography and Chapters] 2,000 Years before the current Age (Age 18), a small planet existed deep within the North Galaxy on the boundary between the Otherworld’s spatial entrance and the rest of known space. The Planet Necruo, home of a unique race of alien monks referred to as “The Necruins” – was the smallest and least illuminated planet in the system. Its main Sun, a potent red-giant – was constantly blotted out by an ever-present astrological event; the planet was drenched in an eternal Solar Eclipse. The Necruins were a small tribal race of nomadic wanderers, constantly travelling from location to location setting up camps and making claims of long stretches of territories. Due to the nature of their planet, the Necruin’s had a unique relationship with the Shadows and as such were known to be a Mystical people – a myth in the mouths of many as seeing a Necruin far from home was very uncommon indeed.
Due to the Enviroment of which they were born, one of their unique evolutionary traits were that most of the race stood small in stature, barely peaking 4’0”. This was thought to have some relation to the intense gravitic field surrounding the tiny world. There were a few nomad’s, however, that were uniquely gifted with the ability however, to transform their bodies at will by imbuing their body with large quantities of the Dark Sun’s solar radiation. This symbiotic surge of power granted by the Ecliptic star above was one of the greatest traits of the Necruins. These tiny demonic looking creatures were often considered “Imps”, thanks to their long point-tipped tail and twin horns that protruded in a variety of fashions from the foreheads. The most unique trait of the Necruin Monks was there strange fascination with Blood Rituals and Ritualistic Combat, as those of the Necruin tribe seem to grow stronger when brought to near death itself, as through intense focus they can resist the pull of their souls to Otherworld and come back from the experience...Changed.
For two hundred years (Age 218), the Tribes persisted in the dark – mastering their unique powers and strengthening their spiritual resolve through rituals of sacrifice and experimentation; both to challenge and stretch the boundaries of their link with death. Due to their yearnings, they travelled the lands a Nomadic people – influencing the world around them through their accursed experimentation. Yet it was possible that this thirst for the Dark was ultimately what ended up dooming their kind. Many years pulling from the power of the Ecliptic sun, the Necruins had caused an unfortunate fluctuation – causing the astral body to flare and bathe the small world in a cursed light. The world was forever changed – causing the event to be known as, “The Reaping”.
As the light cascaded over the planet, The Necruins most infused with the Dark were mutated into something foul and ancient; an evil more sinister and darker than the very pitch itself. In their bloodlust, many of those transformed went berserk; the death toll breaching nearly 2,000 in the first day – a heavy cost considering the small population. Those whom had resisted the pull of the solar flare scrambled to safety, calling out to any still sane to join as one collective to save their lands. The response was small however – both due to the murderous horde rampaging through the streets of their small cities, and the lack of those with the understanding and strength to brave the situation. It seemed apocalyptic at best.
As time passed (Age 288), the Tribes of Necruo placed aside their differences and battled against the poor souls driven to the brink by the radiation of their cursed Sun. Over time the lands themselves warped in response to the radiation bathing their planet forcing the once separated nomads together in unity; their worlds united under one flag –A city was born in the most lush and non-effected part of the planet. Its name was Astria their word for Nirvana. The mighty walled fortress was home to the many who had survived “The Reaping”, creating a safe haven to build families and homes – separated from the horrible Wastes by the large wall known only as Fortius.
(Age 309) - A religion appeared within the walled city of Astria founded by a Mystic of the former Dar’konian Tribes. It preached of an answer to the plague that had forced them to cower behind the walls as frightened children – preying on the minds of the public by reminding them of the joyous pleasure pulling from the dark had and how it was the tool that should be used to bring forth salvation and end the curse befalling their people every day. The radical movement grew in popularity rapidly – much to the chagrin of the Tribal Governance; the body of power that oversaw the daily lives of those within the city of Astria. As the religion grew, so too did the power of its priest – The Prophet Mistroma Dar’kon.
His words and sermons flowed through the ears of the masses and in nearly four years had grown to such a popularity that the streets themselves were littered with its propaganda. Its teachings spoke of Mistroma’s Years in the wastes – struggling to survive among the rabid monsters of his former kin – and how the Dar’konian tribes were forced to go deeper and deeper into the dark where they encountered an ancient void known as “The Dead Zone”. It was this void that deterred the creatures, a spatial tear in the fabric of their world that separate them from the Demon Realm. Through it, they were able to make contact with a tribe of powerful God’s – The Makyans. Still exploring the cosmos on the famed “Makyo Star” of their origin. It spoke of the great lord Garlic and how this traveler of the stars, this ancient God, would deliver their people from the terrors of the Eclipse. The people were enamored by the prophetic illusions the Sage delivered unto the people and – with little a debate – agreed to bestow their trust onto him in a Ritual that he prophesized would change the lives of all those in Astria and the lives of their children for all eternity. In eight years, the great Eclipse would flare would its malevolent energy once more and, in this moment, – they would harness its power and through their faith restore the power of the Dark to the Ancient one and through his power
(Age 320); The night finally arrived as the prophecy declared; The people of Astria City had gathered in the great center of their walled fortress. The holiest of grounds, it was here that long ago the heads of each great Tribe had declared allegiance and unity – and would serve as the focal point of all the Star’s great energy. At the head of the Ritual, Mistroma held his final sermon to the people of Necruo, his words promising salvation and peace as the star’s surging force assailed the planet once again. Through the teachings of his Faith, Dar’kon’s converts harness their mystical energies and – with great effort – surged the power into an artifact dubbed the Chalice. The mystical object of strange metals resonating with power had caused a silence to befall the planet. As the Sage grasped hold of the scepter – the people silence at the sight as the day they’d prepared for had finally arrived – the dark reality of the deception came to bear upon the poor souls of Astria.
The power of the Eclipse surged through the tiny body of the Priest, warping his form into a hulking variation of his original state. Great power surged through his now bulking muscles as violet lightning crashed about the city – causing despair and mayhem. A violent tear appeared above the sky as the gateway to the “Dead Zone” was opened, it’s mighty demonic pull ripping the city asunder as its mighty force funneled everything into its awaiting Vortex. The citizens of the city were awash by the dark light and could only shriek in terror as they were transformed into the very Mutations they hid from behind their great wall – The Serpent Demons.
The words of Dar’kon’s faith were not lies – he had truly made contact with a tribe of what he would consider “Gods”, by way of a Young Makyan named Garlic years ago in the great Wastes that had spoken to them from the Void at the peak of “The Reaping”. The Makyan had offered to save the young monk from a fate worse than death by sheltering him within the strange realm that he communicated from, the very same that was now threatening to destroy everything above them. The Dar’konian Tribesman had accepted the help of the Makyan and in Return found himself in a world of darkness, intense misery and torment. Each hour in the Realm had felt like an eternity… as pain wracked his body at all times. He struggled to maintain his sanity as this false hope felt like death incarnate. A voice however helped him from losing his sense – the same that had ushered him into the strange world.
After a time, he’d grown used to the world and its strange energies. He found its deviation to the outside world amusing, as from a single tear he could view Necruo from safety. Watch as the horrors of the world he once knew became unrecognizable. In this Safety, the Monk had braved the Dark Void and in turn found his savior in the Makyan that brought him here – Garlic. The two spent years with one another, in the separation unaffected by the passing of time outside, getting to know one another. It was here the Necruin learned of The Makyo Star and its time of passing and how during that time the Makyan would regain his full power and be able to leave this Void. He learned of the Sorcerers desire to Become the Guardian of a place called “Earth” and that his Son – Garlic Jr. – hastily awaited his return on the strange world that acted as a bridge between the Dead Zone and the planet Earth.
Owing everything to the Makyan, The Necruin showed faith to his benefactor and swore allegiance to his Ancient Ancestor. Through his knowledge of the Ecliptic energy of the Sun above Necruo and Garlic’s mastery of Ancient Demonic Magic, the two devised a plan that would grant Garlic the Army needed to begin his Conquest. Now on the precipice of the Great Eclipse’s final surge, the Planet Necruo began to crack and shatter – its time in the universe having come to an end. As the Dead Zone devoured the world below; the People trapped below, forcibly becoming the monsters they feared, would become denizens of the dark void – the willing armies of the dark; to be called upon by their new Master – Garlic. Mistroma Dar’kon, took his place aside the Sorcerer and joined him as he traversed the damned Realm and made his way towards Earth.
(Age 390); The journey to the Planet Earth had been arduous indeed. Traveling within the shadowy embrace of the Dead Zone had been hellish to the Necruin – the visages of the people he’d doomed cursing him as he fought for dominion over their souls to establish dominance and control - and yet he had persisted, having spent the eternity training with his Dark Lord. Now on the Eve of the Makyo Star’s orbit of the blue sphere, The Armies of Garlic and his Son would wreak havoc on the Planet – Angered at the refusal of the Guardian of Earth to grant the title to his master. The great war waged for a time, but it was Kami – the strange being of great mystical strength – who had rose to stop them – Sealing his Master and the hordes of Necruin mutated Serpent Demons within a Dark Star Crystal and casting them from the planet to the heavens above.
Mistroma had not been as fortunate – as Kami deemed him a criminal of great evil and such banished him to an eternity as the very essence of his namesake. Hid body torn asunder by the new Guardian of Earth’s power – Mistroma would roar in agony as his diminutive but powerful form was dissipated into a black fog and sealed within a small urn. Hoping to seal his evil away for eternity – Kami placed the Urn within the Demon’s Maw – a Small Island south of West City – where it remained until Recently where a group of unlikely travelers have disturbed the resting place of the Seal. Now – in Age 3018, Mistroma Dar’Kon lives once more and begins to establish his new power center
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