Post by scryingphantomi on Mar 5, 2012 23:07:35 GMT -5
Our Solemn Hour
[/font]In my darkest hours I could not forsee[/font]
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"An insect defeat an emperor?"
Name:
Emperor Mateus Palamecia
Age:
Thirties
Which game are you from:
Final Fantasy II
The tide could turn so fast to this degree[/font]
History:
Earliest we've known of Mateus would be: he would take rule as Emperor and banish his mother, Airu, to the deserts. He is from a line of emperors that ruled Palamecia, which were corrupted by forces of the land (by demonic forces, mainly the Stone of Iludia - making their emperors malicious masterminds - which further on made Mateus to strike a deal with Satan, thus gaining fearsome power) and began a war which sparked the Wild Rose Rebellion to act against him. He continued to plague the land, by poisoning the water supply of the wyverns, and invade (and conquer) constant towns, going as far as learning magic that could allow him to create cyclones. After this act, however, it wasn’t much longer he was killed by three rebels and still is considered dead to that particular land. However, since Mateus is rumored to have plotted his own death in order to have his soul split, he’d gain an even far greater power than what he had already had. That being said, both halves went on to conquer Heaven and Hell. (‘course we all know he’d be defeated again.)
Weapons:
Mateus' Malice
Magic:
NORMAL FORM:
HELL FORM:
HEAVEN FORM:
[HELL FORM and HEAVEN FORM are limited to ONCE PER THREAD; which only one form may be selected.]
Summons:
N|A
Can't believe my eyes how can you be so blind[/font]
Role Play Sample:
(Once again a RP sample from Shatterpoint!)
If Mateus were any other sap, he would have fled at the sight of a God prattling amongst to himself. However, the sheer insanity the God just displayed bewitched the emperor; the sheer thought of how many millennia Hades must’ve put forth in order to snap was quite intriguing. A deep, low, chuckle escaped the emperor couldn’t help but think back to his palace. If Hades was the court jester perhaps Mateus would’ve had more entertainment. However, even the emperor knew that it was only a matter of time before Hades was tossed aside as well.
The God of the dead’s hand fell casually upon Mateus’ shoulder, and once more did Mateus grow distasteful of Hades. How dare this insect touch him without his consent. Lashes would flutter shut as the tyrant would inhale. The prattling at this point began and the comments given had piqued Mateus’ curiosity. Lashes would part as Mateus would give the God the attention he so desperately desired. Maybe, just maybe, this ghastly figure could provide some promise; Mateus wouldn’t hold his breath. However...
Irises gave a glint of greed as the emperor’s painted lips gave another ghost of a smirk. It would appear like the proud tyrant had forgotten about the other leaning in at the very moment. Truly a marvelous feat was spoken and a feat Mateus would claim himself. Yes, it would appear as the emperor’s true intentions were discovered. As the jester-to-be continued to prattle onward the blonde merely let out a deep, dry, chuckle. Oh, this would work out perfectly…
Lavender eyes fell upon the orb, which was mimicking a crystal ball, at the future before him. The previous ghost of a smirk was tempted to stretch. The emperor’s ears were keen, absorbing any acquired information that was given. Lashes narrowed just slightly, as if Mateus was in thought about his decision, when the ghastly orb dispelled. Moments later the grotesque digits slid off Mateus’s shoulder as Hades maneuvered back. The emperor merely shrugged the once occupied shoulder, as if ridding dirt from his boots.
”Tempting if I do say,” came a voice of reason; a decision was in the process. The thoughts would come to a momentarily pause as ‘Rosebud’ escaped the god’s thin lips; Mateus’s lashes fell on narrowing eyes. This insect of a God dared to rile him? To even dare hint of the young rebel in a casual conversation was repulsive. If he were any other, naïve, villain he’d spat out his rage; Mateus would not give a worm the pleasure. His violet lips would not frown or smirk, but the emperor’s gaze would only stone over. ”To speak of a would-be rebel chasing dreams; such a repugnant conversational piece.”
The offer was placed upon the table, and so was the hand of god. Neither said a word, as eye contact was established. Emotionless pits mirrored anxious ones. It would appear as if both were egging the other onward. Surely this deal was in the bag, that the emperor would once more claim his throne. Hades was expecting it and time was running short. Mateus let his lips curve into a smirk as eyes gave one last glint.
A ruffling of fabric would be heard…
…as the emperor merely swept his staff and took a step, and a few more, before coming at Hades’ right.
Only then he paused and gave a swift gaze to the sky. ”Quite the ruse,” his syllables never wavered; his poise never slouched. Despite distaste for repeating himself, Mateus couldn’t help but add salt to the wound; he would lock eyes once more with Hades, the pools contrasting one another again. ”Once more; admiration for your strive.”
The violet cape would wisp as another chilled, night, breeze blew. Lashes fell on narrowing eyes once more. ”If you did so to inaugurate, one such as I, to demigod worth. It would be that what was stated, a mere status. Allow me to elaborate God,” ice laced every word.
Surely the god would win in the long haul, in which either way Mateus would perish. However, he'd perish on his terms and not during one of Hades' 'favors'. He was not a puppet, unlike that Dark Knight Leon of so long ago. No, Mateus would never fall victim. ”I shalt bow before you, nor any other.”
Once more Mateus would sweep his staff, this time a bold declaration of telling Hades to move. ”Now, stand aside, grotesque wraith.”
A move that would, surely, be dealt with in death...
Yet Mateus would not waver; already assured how to reach his goal.
The God of the dead’s hand fell casually upon Mateus’ shoulder, and once more did Mateus grow distasteful of Hades. How dare this insect touch him without his consent. Lashes would flutter shut as the tyrant would inhale. The prattling at this point began and the comments given had piqued Mateus’ curiosity. Lashes would part as Mateus would give the God the attention he so desperately desired. Maybe, just maybe, this ghastly figure could provide some promise; Mateus wouldn’t hold his breath. However...
Irises gave a glint of greed as the emperor’s painted lips gave another ghost of a smirk. It would appear like the proud tyrant had forgotten about the other leaning in at the very moment. Truly a marvelous feat was spoken and a feat Mateus would claim himself. Yes, it would appear as the emperor’s true intentions were discovered. As the jester-to-be continued to prattle onward the blonde merely let out a deep, dry, chuckle. Oh, this would work out perfectly…
Lavender eyes fell upon the orb, which was mimicking a crystal ball, at the future before him. The previous ghost of a smirk was tempted to stretch. The emperor’s ears were keen, absorbing any acquired information that was given. Lashes narrowed just slightly, as if Mateus was in thought about his decision, when the ghastly orb dispelled. Moments later the grotesque digits slid off Mateus’s shoulder as Hades maneuvered back. The emperor merely shrugged the once occupied shoulder, as if ridding dirt from his boots.
”Tempting if I do say,” came a voice of reason; a decision was in the process. The thoughts would come to a momentarily pause as ‘Rosebud’ escaped the god’s thin lips; Mateus’s lashes fell on narrowing eyes. This insect of a God dared to rile him? To even dare hint of the young rebel in a casual conversation was repulsive. If he were any other, naïve, villain he’d spat out his rage; Mateus would not give a worm the pleasure. His violet lips would not frown or smirk, but the emperor’s gaze would only stone over. ”To speak of a would-be rebel chasing dreams; such a repugnant conversational piece.”
The offer was placed upon the table, and so was the hand of god. Neither said a word, as eye contact was established. Emotionless pits mirrored anxious ones. It would appear as if both were egging the other onward. Surely this deal was in the bag, that the emperor would once more claim his throne. Hades was expecting it and time was running short. Mateus let his lips curve into a smirk as eyes gave one last glint.
A ruffling of fabric would be heard…
…as the emperor merely swept his staff and took a step, and a few more, before coming at Hades’ right.
Only then he paused and gave a swift gaze to the sky. ”Quite the ruse,” his syllables never wavered; his poise never slouched. Despite distaste for repeating himself, Mateus couldn’t help but add salt to the wound; he would lock eyes once more with Hades, the pools contrasting one another again. ”Once more; admiration for your strive.”
The violet cape would wisp as another chilled, night, breeze blew. Lashes fell on narrowing eyes once more. ”If you did so to inaugurate, one such as I, to demigod worth. It would be that what was stated, a mere status. Allow me to elaborate God,” ice laced every word.
Surely the god would win in the long haul, in which either way Mateus would perish. However, he'd perish on his terms and not during one of Hades' 'favors'. He was not a puppet, unlike that Dark Knight Leon of so long ago. No, Mateus would never fall victim. ”I shalt bow before you, nor any other.”
Once more Mateus would sweep his staff, this time a bold declaration of telling Hades to move. ”Now, stand aside, grotesque wraith.”
A move that would, surely, be dealt with in death...
Yet Mateus would not waver; already assured how to reach his goal.
How did you find us:
Again, Roxas informed me~♥
Custom title:
Emperor of Palamecia
Codeword:
Time Gate
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