Name: William Earnest Limehouse Age: He stopped counting around 300 (appears late 30's) Power: Necromancer (also involves 'shadow magic') Description: A gaunt looking man, skinny and somewhat lean, though he looks healthy. As if he is more muscle than bone. He does look rather pale and his hair is a shaggy mid-brown. He has an unshaven face, but it seems he does normally shave. He wears very plain looking clothes that do not really age in fashion. A long brown trench coat and plain black trousers. He has a tight white shirt button up but leaving his neck on show. It seems he has tattoos over his body as they are poking through what is on show. Backstory: William has always been a man to play around with what is forbidden. He often said it was what made life worth living. He decided that he was not happy with the thought of mortality, after his wife was stricken by the 'illness', which was his doctors best diagnosis. He decided he will find away to allow them both to live forever. He spent his family fortune paying people to teach him, each claiming it was impossible. Finally he met the woman he needed. She said she would sell him her knowledge and give both him and his wife eternal life. She asked not for money, but for his soul. William, no longer a religious man, claimed that having his soul was the churches way of controlling him, and selling it would release his burden. Once signed the woman said she would return when she was needed. A year later, William's wife died. Willaim was in pain, he tried to take his own life, only to realise he could not. At this point, the woman returned. She told William that he was no in charge of the dead, that he could chose who lived forever and who could never rise again. He the Necromancer. Nothing mortal could ever hurt him and he would not die of earthly diseases. His wife... She still wanders the world now. Her mind in the grave. She is a zombie, feeding. William cannot see her like that, until he has a cure.
Name: Ishinari de Lacruz Age: Appears to be in her mid-early twenties as well. Gender: Female Race: Elven Succubus Appearance:
Ishinari resides in the Draconian royal castle as one of the royal maids. She has a quite sizable attraction to Felhino, and jealousy to the princess for being so close with him. She one day hatched a plot to separate the two and have Felhino to herself forever, but to her dismay it had backfired. Her plan was to get herself and Felhino into this arena so that they would conquer the combatants, as she knows that Felhino has not once lost a fight against an opponent in a fair fight. She was promised ownership of the Arena and all it contained, including its combatants, if she could conquer it and defeat all of the gladiators. Much to her disappointment, she had to kill all of them, which might indeed mean she had to defeat the one she covets so much.
Ishinari is an Elven Succubus, which gives her an excellent proficiency in both magic and archery, moreso the latter than the former though. Her primary weapon is the Primarch Bow, which she had hand-crafted for her by her father years ago. It somehow helps her feel more at ease during battles and other stressful situations, and gives her better focus when using magic. Any man who opposes her must be very cautious, because if Ishinari is able to get into their mind with her various mind tricks, usually involving some form of lust, she can end their lives with ease via an arrow to the heart. Ishinari also keeps a few vials of poison on her person for her arrows, just in case. When Ishinari reveals her true form as a succubus, she gains the wings and tail of said race, however these wings give no more than an ability to hover to her, while the tail grants her better aerial control while hovering. this allows her to be mobile while using her various abilities.
William knew he had to be careful, it was not like the Devil to make mistakes.
He had been a servant for so long, he was no longer simply following orders, he was following tradition, his actions became second nature. William had been under his master's rule for three centuries and thus had earned the right to pick the 'higher class' of missions. Leaving all the small acts devastation to the newer minions. He used this as 'down time'. He gave him time to work on something extra special. He took to living in abandoned building almost 50 years ago, it was too painful to see people. With their lives, beating hearts and concern of small things, like health. People asked too many questions. He lived amongst the dead, not for protection, he would cherish someone attempting to kill him. Truth is, humanity stopped chasing him near a 100 years ago. People stopped believing in religion and people stopped chasing after demon such as William. He loved the chase. He lived amongst the dead as it was where he did not want to be, but it was important for him not to forget what he must do, what his plan was.
This church was old. Older then William. It had become abandoned when the local town was moved and a new, bigger church was built. For William, it was home, for now at least.
Tonight was cold, though there was little to no wind. William sat facing the window. He could feel life all around him at all times, it was apart of the curse however, tonight was different, there was an abundance of life nearby, it felt juicy...
It had been a long trek since that last fight, and Ishinari wondered why she was transported to a dark and cold place such as this. Knowing that her opponent was somewhere among this landscape, she was determined to find him, or her, kill them, and go back. She had her bow ready with an arrow drawn just n case she needed a quick shot for her own protection, but it was just too quiet around that musty old place to even think about it. Rather, she was trying to focus her attention to her ears in case her opponent was going to surprise her. Unfortunately for her, nothing but a very slight wind came to her sense of hearing.
Ishinari kept her breathing to a minimal as she approached the church, which was overgrown with old foliage and was very poorly kept over time. there were holes in the roof where the moon could shine through, and the windows were broken, except for the one single stained glass window above what looked like an altar or a post of some sort. The picture was of a robed woman holding a baby, which was deformed and mutated, probably to represent some sort of sin. She scoffed at it and walked into the dreary place. she didn't know what it was, but she had this sense of being watched. It was originating from the darkest corner of the church, and with her own instincts kicking in, she shot her arrow into that corner, only to anger some bats that were hiding above the spot that she hit, and they took off through the hole in the roof which had the moonlight beaming into the church. Her attention was drawn to it as she reached for another arrow to draw, but she froze in shock as she spotted a man sitting at a table near the broken window to her right, seen out of the corner of her eye. she turned to face him, swearing that he was not there before when she looked.
Who are you..?" Ishinari asked coldly, facing this man. "You surely are not human. reveal yourself." She finished grasping her arrow and placed it nimbly into position in her bowstring, keeping caution with this man, or thing.
"Surely for an introduction you would give your name and title, before i am expected to give mine, no?" William stood up to size up the womanly like creature in front of him. She was smaller than he, at 6 ft 3" there were very few women that matched his height. Though she seemed particularly short, so William's towering body forced him to almost lurch over, to look at her in the eyes.
"I sense thee are not from this world? And not in the same sense that I am not of this world. I feel like you have traveled far, to be here. Where i am... Thus i care not for your intrusion and i ask you to leave, whilst you still can." William said with a gleam of hope in his eyes. Hope for a worthy fight, a hope for a chance to taste that which he longs for, death.
He knew that she was a warrior, for very few people carried a bow and a set of arrows, unless they were looking to use them. Especially such a lavishly designed set as these, before him. This means she was searching for him. No, not him, she asked his name, she was merely looking for someone... But why here? She was sent? Informed of a person that needed 'dealing' with.
It seems William's master knew more than William thought he knew.
William moved from where he was to the center of the church, it was the area with most space and space is probably going to be what they needed in the coming moments. William swallowed hard, this could be the beginning of the end.
"We are to fight, i take it?" William asked whilst turning to face his Elven visitor, her resolve seemingly unchanging. "I am Lord William Earnest Limehouse. You may call William, many refer to me merely as DEMON!" The stage was set.
"Lord William..." Ishinari began, drawing her bow, her caution still marinading her mood, "I accept your challenge!" the girl brought that bow up in about half the time it took to blink an eye, and shot an arrow right for the torso of her opponent. Her swiftness and aim with a bow were hard to match even wit ha most skilled marksman, but in anticipation of missing, the girl jumped back and began to chant some syllables into her hand, causing a powerful cluster of cold energy to infuse itself into her weapon.
"I won't go easy on you just because you're a man Limehouse." Ishinari added, hitting her bow with her right pointer finger, causing it to turn into ice. As she loaded her next three simultaneous arrows, the ice on the bow began to drain into them. She shot the arrows horizontally in front of her in either direction, and forward. She took in a large breath of air and stepped back into the dark corner she had herself near, to cloak herself from him to watch his actions, if only for a moment to warm up her fingers.
William raised his hand up to greet the arrow that was heading straight for him. The arrow seemed to embed itself within the palm of his open, right, hand. After a second of stillness the arrow dropped to the floor. You could see, at closer inspection, William's hand was shrouded with what appeared to be a shadow.
"You are new to this land, so let me explain. Mortal weapons will not pierce my flesh. I am no man, my master took humanity from me, and i am all that is left. So going easy on me would probably be a mistake."
It was clear the 'woman' was not listening as she muttered some chant into her bow.
"I also asked you to call me William." William said, offended by the simply lack of manners. "And as i am yet to know what to call you, should i merely make up a title, little one?" William asked upon deaf ears. Less than five second later three ice covered arrows were bolting towards him. They were projected with great speed, and William did not wish to show his entire hand quite so early on, so avoiding them but making it look more challenging was the answer.
William took a lower stance, his left arm out reached. As the three arrows drew closer he angled his body to dodge the two on either side and was allowing the third to still reach it's target. His left hand seemed to slow the middle arrow, not enough to halt but enough to make it able for William to grab as it came nearer.
He did so, gripping tight onto the ice. So tight you could hear cracks of the ice shattering. The other two arrows continued on the the wall behind him hitting them with great force that the went through, having the arrow heads poking out the other side. The arrow William started to spread ice along William's wrist and slowly creeping up his arm. William was not expecting this, however it was nothing he could not deal with.
He began to mutter a chant of his own, words of an old language, mixed with Latin and some ancient Greek. his arms seemed to glow black. The darkness radiated from them and escaped downwards into the arrow itself. Splintered sounds of cracks and snaps blasted from the arrow. The darkness enveloped it, it became the darkness. A brief moment later the sounds stopped and the arrow was gone. It was replaced by a shadow, the same shape as the arrow, which seemed to melt through William's fingers and joined the other shadows on the floor.
William looked up to where the woman was previously. She had now retreated to the corner of the room, though that was a guess as he could not see her. As it was the only area that was dark enough to mask someone, that was the closest. William had lived in the darkness long enough to know when it is being used.
"It is rare people come after me with ice, pitchforks and fire is the usual weapons of choice!" William mocked, trying to seem unphased by her attack. The truth, however, was that the ice had left burns upon his hands. Injuries that would heal with time, but they hurt none-the-less. He knew it was time to hide as well. "You like the shadows i see? Time to join you i guess!"
With that, he raised both hands to the dark night sky. Palms facing up. He didn't mutter this time, no need.
"Darkness!" He shouted firmly. The seconds that followed seemed fuzzy, like a thick fog suddenly swallowed them. The truth is they were in shadows. The whole church was in darkness. Every second that passed only increased the impossibility to see.
It was in this darkness he would strike, he picked up the nearest thing to him, a thick and heavy old wooden chair. Not as mystical as ice arrows, granted, but hopefully effective. He swung it hard and threw it towards the corner the woman was standing.
((I may have over done it slightly... I also did not really understand the directions of your arrows. Hopefully i assumed correctly. I tried to add a spreading aspect to them also... Hope you don't mind [i figured it made them better...]))
"Perfect..." Ishinari thought as the man cloaked the room in darkness, "Just my kind of playing field." though she couldn't necessarily see in the pitch black, she had a keen sense of hearing and could more or less pinpoint an opponent's location by listening. It was then she heard the screech of a chair and footsteps toward her. The elven girl nimbly dashed to her right, avoiding the impact. She felt a sudden sting as something sharp and pointed flew past her leg. she assumed it was a piece of the chair judging from the way it felt when she had been hit.
"Umbra Fatali Rosario" Ishinari whispered into her hand, which began to conjure a strange blob of darkness into her hand. It began to take the form of a rose budding in her hand, and with that hand, she reached back and pulled five arrows out of her quiver and loaded one into her bow. Closing her eyes to listen for the man, Ishinari kept quiet to try and stop him from doing the same. It seemed mutual, so either he had not moved, or had done so when she was not listening. One by one, she loaded an arrow into her bow and shot it, all five in very rapid succession, each laden with a venomous darkness, and the arrow's body like the thorny stem of a rose.
"This is pointless", Ishinari thought to herself while unloading her fourth arrow. "I can't see, and there's not enough space to shoot well without blowing everything to bits.. wait, that's it."
William had become the darkness. It was the first trick he learnt. It gave him the advantage of being a shadow. Not it in the sense of light stepping, creating virtually no sound. He was the shadow. He was absorbed and his flesh had melted away, all that was left was an abundance of absence, an absence of light. He saw the arrows fly from the creatures bow. Each powerful enough to take down a tree and containing more venom than a small army could stand, but they were wasted here. All the arrows in this creatures magical arsenal would have little use. William was behind her before her second shot was fired, moving within shadows was extremely efficient and quick, It gave him all the chance he needed.
Did he want to kill this creature? This female temptress full of an unusual amount of hatred? He most certainly did! Did he want to draw out the battle and have fun? Not at all. There was no need for him to keep her alive any longer than he deemed… But a part of him hesitated.
There was a scent…
Impossible! William screamed at himself. You see, there was no smell in this shadowy form of his, there was no feeling or taste. Hearing was severely hindered; everything had a habit of sounding as if it was underwater. Sight however, as good as normal, maybe more-so due to looking out from darkness instead of into it.
William got closer, slowly inching closer to the little vixen ahead of him. His nose basically at her hair. Wait, his nose? He was only partially covered in shadow… He had to act quick, her forth arrow was about to be fired and she would sense him soon, when she wasn’t so trapped In her head. He face, still mere inches from her ear he whispered in his softest voice, bone chilling for even the undead.
“Thanks for the time!”
He was now completely out of the shadows and already launching his new offensive. An open palm directly to the spine. No matter on her species everything needs a back bone, unless she is an evolved form of starfish, which was almost not possible. Thought William, the Devil made Necromancer. He hit her and hard. She probably would have flown a foot or two if William hadn’t grabbed into her back and wrenched her spine. It wasn’t hard, she wasn’t too meaty. He held her spine and decided that using his height advantage was not only a perfectly fine human tactic to use, but a perfect way to make the small being, which he had in his clutches, to feel smaller, hopefully.
He picked her up, with his one, right, hand until her head was level with that of his own and her feet were almost two feet off the ground. She was in visible pain, it was delicious.
“Can you fly?” William mocked. Without a pause for an answer he tested his question. A swift arm action later the little being was head towards the far wall. Whilst William stood and wondered how a angry one such as her became any more enraged than she already was.
Arrows volleyed, one by one. She heard them strike the wall, one by one. He went silent again. She couldn't sense him anymore. It was a ruse, an illusion portrayed flawlessly by the shadows. Though her eyes were one of her most fearsome qualities, her ears were just as good. The darkness was her safest place to be, but not when her opponent could see, and she could not. She let her final arrow go and recovered, trying to listen for the man again, if that's what he was. A soft, but chilling voice entered her ear and froze her as though she were scared, then she felt something smack and grab her spine.
Ishinari's teeth clenched, and her body froze. She was straight as a wooden board, and felt as though she were about to break. It was painful, all she could do was try and look behind her at this devil. any attempt to make a sound came out as a high-pitched growl, due to her inability to move or make understandable syllables. She was powerless, about to break. A tear formed in her right eye as she remembered her entire reason behind her fighting. She had to find a way out of this, but there was nothing she could do, unless...
It was a pointless thing to even think about, and she solidified this as she was tossed into the church's wall. She hit it full on, bricks to her once flawless, smooth skin, now roughed up and ragged by the course of battle. It was inevitable, she figured, that bitter taste of masonry lingered for a moment after she dropped to the ground like a fly after making contact with the wall. At least now she could think, but there was a throbbing spot where her enemy had held her. It was difficult to do so, but Ishinari rose to her feet. Her arrows were not doing their job, and she was not sure if she should reveal herself to this man yet. She was only slowly regaining her composure, but still regaining nonetheless. this church was far too small for a decent fight. She had to break it up, and she knew one spell that she could use that would do such a thing. The last attack on her spine, however, would leaver her unable to pull the arrow back into position to launch such a high-powered attack. For once, Ishinari began to panic mid-fight. Never before had an enemy of hers been able to sneak behind her like that. Keeping her back against the wall, the frail elf tried to make another enchantment.
"Lumus" Was all she muttered into her hand, where a small ball of light began to form. She used her strength to smash it into the ground in front of her, causing it to break open and illuminate the church. She had hoped that this devil from the darkness would be stunned, blinded, or anything that would help her take time to recover. At the very least, the shadows were dissipating. With a desire to stay alive clear in her mind, Ishinari gripper her bow, trying to relieve her panic, and replace it with some kind of comfort and calmness. As an Elf, her wounds regenerated faster than normal, but that still didn't stop her spine from throbbing, and her movement from being at least temporarily impaired.
William was not pleased with his actions. In the brief moment before her next action, he saw pain. He was the reason she was in pain and William thinks, only, the very stupid take pleasure in such acts. There was a difference between knowing your actions are hurting someone and knowing your actions have hurt someone. Mid fight, you want to maim, but afterwards you do not want to know the causalities.
With that in mind he was not about to lose either. Throwing a fight due to emotions is what separates the weak from the strong. IT was clear to William that this woman-like creature ahead of him was a warrior also. Though it has been some years since William had seen someone with any magical prowess. It was, sadly, a dying art form for humans to learn and many counted it as mere smoke and mirrors. This creature was not human however, and that bow and those arrows were not made by any mere mortal.
The thing before him was still yet to speak. You could argue words have no place in battles. Though William believed that the same thoughts were from the dark ages… Such ages would comment the same upon words in battles as women and William knew very few things about his current enemy, but he her gender was quite obvious. For two, big, reasons located upon her small frame of a torso.
He had given her breathing time. Not on purpose, but William was not fretting. He just mused, he thought to himself, a fair fight is never fair. This was quickly burnt out of his head. The woman had made a ball of light with her foreign magic and shattered it upon the church floor. The light rushed out like a flood of water. It didn’t feel like the warmth of sunlight, but William’s eyes caught the full flare of the flash. His eyes in pain for a fleeting second and his thoughts being wiped clean.
There was only white.
William’s vision was still blurry as the darkness started to creep back out. It was as if his had been hit with cold water into his open eyes and now his eyes and mind both felt cleansed from the light. But all of this time had given the smaller one more time to recover and now William knew the fight had properly started.
“So be it Miss Enigma. What’s your end game?” William muttered trying to make his eyes open as if he was unharmed. It was important to seem perfectly healthy in situations like this.
"Enigma..?" Ishinari chuckled as she opened her eyes following the light she had created. "You're funny." Her voice assumed the identity of a childish and overly-excited girl. She took the moments before the dimming of the lights to regain her breath and let her back heal if only a little. She was at the very least able to move a tad more swiftly than she had just moments prior. As the light dimmed she noticed that her opponent was illuminated and a slight bit dazed, but he didn't outwardly seem affected. It was time to take a chance on her luck.
"Ignus." Ishinari whispered to her palm, which created a glowing ball of orange light, which she quickly held to one of her arrows. The ball embedded itself into the arrow and encased the shaft in a luminescent orange-yellow glow. she bent over a bit to test her posture, which turned out better than she expected, and she rushed forward, just to the man's left. She stopped behind him and leaned up to his ear.
"Buh-bye!" She said to her enemy, cuteness and innocence in her voice as she leapt backwards giggling. She loaded the arrow into her bow and shot it into the church as she jumped out a hole in the wall behind her. It was a bomb set to explode and it was aimed right for this man. Whether or not he was still blind she didn't know, but if he didn't move he would be blown to pieces without any supernatural protection. but then again, this whole battle was supernatural...