Some where deep in a dark thick forest was the Hall of Shadows, many whispers circling around the near by towns of a darkness that hangs over the structure, some mere fabrications of a great evil that dwells within the walls, some half truths about shadows that follow you, watch your every move and may even play the small of tricks on you to lure you deeper into the broken moonlit density of the trees, the air would feel thicker, maybe even heavier the deeper down the slightly beaten path as whispers from seemingly the trees themselves speak of great spolis, enticing the greedy to venture further, calling to the lustful in search of the fleshly desires, encouraging the wrathful seeking a fight, even the sloths of society would be intruiged enough to follow the sounds of the woods, every vice of every culture called to by these echoes, the skilled ones could pick out the words clearly spoke by the souls that linger as watchful eyes over those who would enter. The deeper one would travel into the woods, the less the moon light would be able to break through the tree tops from the thick over hang of branches and leaves, as the ever watching eyes would grow closer one would find themselves within sight of a dark stone structure with a dull light seeping from the windows, the blackend doors called to visitors as though everything within the forest had it's own voice. Once inside, the silence was so overwhelming that it became uncertain if their thoughts were in fact their own to begin with, the whispering echos so intrussive it could make the weak willed loose hold of their sanity, dark statues would greet you at either side of the doorway as you walk out into the center of the hall where a circular platform would lay, clearly a sparring circle for those who saught to train, a small room full of books and a desk for those who saught knowledge, and a weapons room for weapons training on the other side, and small sections at the back for those who are so inclined to sit and watch even possibly guide some who are worthy the darkness itself. The Hall of Shadows offers a great many different possibilities. (If you post 'nocked on the door and waited for some one from within to answer', your gonna be waiting a long time)


Carcin: “Five…Six…Seven….Eight….Close your eyes for innerspace….” The male’s hands were tucked lightly into his pockets as he took step after step in slow succession, as if taking a leisurely stroll down foreign territory. His eyes were closed while his body silently weaved through the large amounts of trees. Tied into a ponytail would be his locks, which had a black base and white highlights to it. It was almost a symbolic reference to his ascension. He wore no shirt, only black bandages wrapped around the near entirety of his arms, exposing his elbows, shoulders, and hands only. A black belt adorned with a carbon fiber skin held up a pair of pants that matched the color, dressed in buckles for a mere fashion appearance. “ Nine…ten…eleven…destination heaven.” He was of course, only halfway complete. It took someone of great caliber to summon his true self. It was a blessing, and a curse in a way. A level that he loved, but was restrained from. He liked to call it a poetic tragedy. His movements ceased for a moment, causing his eyes to open and for him to take in his surroundings. There wasn’t much…it was a forest. A dark, gloomy patch of trees. “This needs to be fixed…Geez”. The figure reached behind him and wrapped his fingers around one of the blades that rested in the second layer of the sheath behind his back, quickly removing it from its covering to momentarily reveal its magnificence. In a quick and fluid motion, he swung his blade and spun his body in a full circle, chopping thirty meters worth of trees directly through the center with a black wave of energy. Seconds after, the large structures collapsed and fell onto the floor in a neat fashion, leaving stumps which came up to half of the mans height ( Three feet ). He jumped onto one of the stumps, leaping onto the next and repeating the action until he was in the general midsection of the newly formed clearing. He would sheath his blade once more, using his now free hand to then adjust the straw had that was on top of his head, sporting marked crimson tags. Following a large inhale, the male screamed into the forest. “This is a message to anyone who could have possibly heard the commotion. My name is Ishihara, and I’m looking for someone to cure this curse of boredom. Please and thank you.” A sigh escaped his mouth as he began to balance himself on one foot, waiting while humming the tune that he was previously singing.




Hex: //Deep within the dark thick forest, Corrin prowled in the darkness becoming the shadow of even the fastest creature in which he would become their exhaustion. Eyes, peering through the haze of passing dust with a hue of bright orange letting off a faint glow. Taking form, he walked into the light seeming to be about 6 foot 5, His body weight around 250 pounds. Corrin is very fit as he was made for speed and accelerating agility. He was a deep yet quick thinker when needed, he was especially good at psychologically breaking down his opponent with simplicity. He wore a hat much like a master samurai, it angled downwards over his eyes with soft grass looking material however silver, swaying in the wind. His entire face was blacked out with shadow while his mouth and neck were covered from sight. His armor was unbelievably special being that it was made from the strongest artificial material on the planet known as graphene in which is 10x harder and stronger than steel yet only 5% of it’s density. He however had two layers of this armor fused together into a 3d structure, capable of housing his body inside. This meant he had not just one set of armor on but two. Therefore his armor is 20x stronger and harder than steel and now but 10% of its density. Making him still very light with a hell of alot of protection. Coating his Entire body and graphene armor, is another artificial creation called Vantablack. Vantablack uses nanotechnology to absorb more than 99.965% of the visible light that reaches its surface. It’s hard to be more precise than that because the amount of light reflected is too small to detect. What’s needed for this to work is a Vertically Aligned NanoTube Array. The coating is constructed from a ‘forest’ of equally spaced carbon nanotubes that allow light to enter between their trunks but not escape. Instead, the particles of light (photons) bounce around the nanotube array, dissipating their energy as heat. Because 99% of the material is empty space, a square metre of the coating only weighs around 2.5 grams. With these two combined he is not only very durable, fast, and hard hitting, but very, very hard to see in the dark for the only thing known to be blacker then vantablack are black holes...but not by much. On his right hand, he had his graphene silver coated brass knuckles that weighed about 5 pounds and contained a small hidden bar within the brass knuckles that connected to his gauntlet. At his left and right hip he had in all, 4 kukri knives that extended 4, 7“ and weighed about 2.5 pounds each. They all hand a perfect tang and silver finish with an inward arc and a slight wave on the outer edge that could possibly curve through the air as well if he wished for a better angle of attack. All of the kukri knives had a latch mechanic on the end of the hilt. Corrin fights in numerous ways, experimenting always. He however sticks to a very offensive form to overwhelm his opponent in multiple ways. Before becoming a being of this world he had torn a rip through reality itself and purged his universe into non existence..His first, and only, accidental sacrifice to caliga. While he floated in darkness his power slowly drained away, erasing him of who he was and kept him waiting in contempt for what felt like eternity. Like a man out of breath and on the verge of breathing in water out of desperation from drowning, he "breathed" in and obtained a gift in return for what he lost. He was once a "super powered" human that was augmented to obtain maximum potential, however now his name was forgotten, and instead by dark creatures all around, they whispered simply "..The Silencer.." From the void he was gifted the ability to take away the very means of one's powers and abilities. Once touched his opponent will be "infected" with what he calls "silence" or "void magic". What happens is this magic simply floats throughout the person until they use their ability an additional time in which the virus like magic will follow the ability to the source of its "pool.” By pool, he defines as whatever an ability costs to be used. Whether it's mana, Stamina, Or even an external force. Because what happens, is the virus like magic finds the source through the ability and cuts off the route, and constricts the source to the point where any type of ability they try to use will not be able to take effect, even a passive ability like hardening your skin. This works even better on objects because the void magic is instantly able to find the source and disable it from being used, this however lasts 6 turns while a nullified being takes 3 turns. This is simply because objects that are cursed or enchanted in some way are less complicated to silence. If the being or object attempted to use said ability, it could break or cause tremendous pain on the being around the abdomen much like a knee to the stomach as you would be trying to conjure up what you cannot put out. (( Part One )) Walking into the darkening midnight his body seemed to literally disappear, including his eye’s murderous hue..Moving towards the voice he heard he grinned with grim intent. He could taste the blood in the air. Moving into the circle he kept his eyes on his opponents and slowly moved his feet into his standard stance, his posture was strong and willed, He could not be pushed very easily, in fact it would be quite a task. He however could move forward at any given moment with a powerful velocity. He slowly reached down grabbing hold of one of his kukri blades rolling it expertly in between his right hand’s fingers before clutching the handle firmly. He flexed his hand left hand before rolling his fingers like a wave and then strained them outwards almost like a claw. With a deep yet soothing voice, he uttered a screamed whisper// “Let’s have some fun..” (( Part Two ))


Carcin: Ishihara continued humming while he heard the sound of leaves being stepped on. It was faint at first, becoming clearly once the entity that had answered his call began to come closer. At last, he appeared in the circle that he had created. A grin formed on Ishihara’s face as he brought his hands together, clapping ecstatically as he surveyed the humanoid creature. “Perfect! We have a contender! Thank you, kind sir!...Or ma’am….or thing…” He brought his left hand to the back of his head, scratching it as he tilted his head. “What…are you exactly?” His eyes darted to various points, analyzing the male’s attire. The grin on his face widened as he looked, his eagerness backed by an adrenaline surge as he saw they had the same idea. “Any form of entertainment would have worked, but you have chosen the fun option. I commend you for that.” So far, Ishihara’s dialogue hadn’t really affected the entity, at least showing that he isn’t on a human state of mind. Most with simple minds would have approached him in a more courageous manor, but it seemed like the challenger simply wanted the kill. Ishihara’s left hand instinctively grasped two of the handles from the second layer sheath in the space between his fingers, pulling both of the blades out and letting his arm drop to the side. The blades would be in a downward position, the tip facing the ground. With his right hand, he grasped only one of the blades, holding it to where it faced forward and mimicked a normal kenjutsu stance; despite the fact he was only using his right hand. The grin on his face instantly subsided, his adrenaline reducing to normal levels as his breathing pattern slowed. Another quick movement, he would bring the blade in his right hand up and slice off the bangs in his hair that obstructed his eyes. Those pesky little things that didn’t wish to go into the ponytail like the rest of his hair. A broken particle trail, about the thickness of a piece of sewing string had followed the cascading hair, burrowing into the ground once it had touched the surface. He spoke once more, this time in an eerily calm tone. “I relinquish the first move to you, I will not disrespect you with simple wordplay any longer.” His dulled eyes were fixated on the male in a cold stare as he once again waited for an answer to his calling.

Hex: ~Walking a slow pace he gently prowled among the circle of trees left dead in his wake. People like him talk too much, far too showy. It's best to hide what you are and unleash only to destroy. Maximum efficiency. He rolled his knife around his fingers grabbing the handle firmly in a reversed angle in whcih he simply glided across the ground with a balanced pace collection of strides. He stepped onto one of the logs and grabbed the tip of the hat and tilted it forward as if he was offering honor to the teasing man. He then gazed back up with him, under the shadow of his eyes he burned a hatred gaze that would be hard to pretend. He was a being of murder, he enjoyed it therefore strived on it.~ "These trees are in my way.." ~He then reached down taking hold of all of his kukri blades, 4 7" long kukri blades with a perfect tang and silver finish that had inward arc and a slight wave on the outer edge also containing a latch mechanic on the end of each one. His kukri blades that weighed a balanced weight of 2.5lbs each, fitted perfectly into a bevelled section of the stainless silver coated brass knuckles that had weight of its own of 5 lbs. As each Kukri blade slide into its proper compartment a click could be heard as the latch at the end of each blade locked around a small hidden steel bar within the brass knuckles creating a long claw like weaon in which he chuckled sliding his left hand down the back of his blades creating a high pitch noise that two knives make when sliding past eachother. All of a sudden his body's form seemed to glitch dramatically before a huge streak of blackness would dive forward slashing tree stump after tree stump with such violence and speed that all you could hear was the slicing and ripping of wool like leather, when he was finished he slowly licked the end of his blade, hi sside of the circle had been cleared, leaving his still a mess of roots and stumps. He then slowly rose into his standing position and tilted his head looking at him.- "You expect me to move first, yet you've waited such a long time..aren't you bored? Have some fun..and bleed a llittle.."