Post by Enigma on Mar 7, 2007 14:01:37 GMT -5
Name: Wingly. (Only given name, rest was concealed to himself.)
Age: 11, 000 years. (Shit, he\'s an old mofo)
Gender: Male
Race: Wingly
Alignment: His own damn side, generally viewed as Evil.
Power Level: Medium Tier High (Level 8 )
Timeline: Generally anywhere. A time Skifter, or Trans Warper if you will.
Appearance: The dark fog was hard to see out of, you could barely see your own two hands, it was almost impossible to walk, unless you knew where you were in the exact location and cooridinates. As you leer out into the empty darkness you pick up a flaming figure, that shimmered of distortion, but something seemed to drive to the side, and the darkness seemed to pull to both sides, exposing you in a tunnel of black mist. On the other side of the tunnel was a figure in dark as charcoil cloak. A black hood remained on his cranium, and shielded out all others views on his face, however, only his chin and lower lips could be visable through the hood. The hood attained a sort of crown that held it in place, so it couldn\'t be knocked off by wind or such. Going a tad lower, the hood soon parted to show a single necklace he wore, that was of an emerald, that still shone through the darkness quite well, but was incased in some gold cach. The cloak still lowered over his body, to cover his torso, and legs. His arms were a differant story, though. On them, were the drapes from the cloak, but on his forarms were some kind of black metallic metal that extended all the way till his wrists, but then was broke off into steel plated gloves, but the steel only was on the back of the hand, as the fingers were in some kind of black silk material. It was the same for the other arm. On the mans shoulders was more of this black plates, that gave him room to move about, but it seemed to forge forward and into the middle of his sternum. This metal seemed incredibly durable, and quite flexible. The only other thing that was seen was his boots. These boots held a sort of scale to them, from what the eye could see, it was of some sort of dragon scale, a black dragon it seemed. Easily Combat Boots. As this thing stood there, with the darkness swirling around him he soon brought his arms up again with his palms extended to the sky, digits fanned wide and soon, heat shimmers raised from those palms and a ball of glowing white electricity pulsated, sparking the edges of its limits. A few seconds passed and soon two thunderbolts discharged from his palm and writhed upward into the dark clouds, that soon rumbled and shot the very same lightning down, that rained like a cage about him that he cackled insanely at. After this show, his limbs slowly lowered back to his sides he gave a wild smirk from those just seen lips, and his left limb raised and fingers gently grasped the brim of the dark hood and pulled it back with a tug. The hood fell back slowly, revealing semi-long silver hair messied upon his head, every which way. Eyes of pure gold leered in a mysterious and instagating power, sheathed in his body untill pulled into the real realm. Mouth always pulled into a devious smirk, awaiting his next prey to rip apart. Neck held a silver chain with a green gem installed in a silver holder, proving of worth and value. His fit torso held a black muscle shirt, with white ornate forming eyes on either side of his stomach, but the hem was long, and caught in a complex belt with several along his sides and waist. Lower torso held comfy, but slightly baggy black pants, of some sort of material not known. Pant hems were tucked into combat boots, with a steel heel that shone ever so delicatly if positioned the right way. Arms held elbow-lengthed gloves, the fingers covered aswell, wrist allocating silver clasps to allow his hand to move freely in the socket more hindered, so wrist could not be broken.
Personality: A very cold man, he desires to create his own Empire and enslave everyone to be his little pet, or under-dwelling. A selfish creature indeed.
History: The resulting of a mis-haped arrogant son of a bitch.
--------------------The inter-lude of the Arrogant Son of a Bitch.. Wingly.. -------------------------------
\"Brad!!\" a voice echoed through the walls and cieling of the little ebony house.
A small boy, looking only 9 years old peeked a groggy and still sleep covered golden eye, the black pupil so small from the darkness of the room. A small yawn filled his lungs and was brought up to be exhaled through his mouth, \"Yeah.. yeah.. im getting up..\" the boy mumbled to himself. And he easily brought his little white sheets back over his head, shielding the world from him. Eyes slowly closed again as he rested his little frame. \"Damnit! Brad! Wake up!\" the voice called again. The boy stirred once more, \"Argh... what is it!?\" he screamed, looking for a defiant answer. \"Just wake up! Come\'ere!\" the loud voice called again, this time it was more clear than the last two, a female.
Brad Wingly, the little boy of the Wingly forest slowly threw his sheets to the side, groaning a little to the slight draft of cold air his tiny window leaked. He slowly propped himself up onto his pillow, blinking his eyes to rid them of the small mountain of sleep built up. Brad slowly moved off of his matress and stood up, arms lifted into the air to stretch his small frame out in all directions. He took a few steps to place himself at his drawer, which his two hands pulled at the golden handles to reveal simple peasant clothing. He slipped them onto his frame and walked to his door-way. His beaded eyes looked up and stared through his silver hair to the quite high door-knob. \"How the hell did it get up there..?\" he asked to himself, being as normal as possible. His small arms raised to cross over his small chest, \'Hm... how weird\' he thought. His right hand extended and his hand fanned out, pointing to the golden knob. A small shimmer in the air about his palm caused the door to turn and pull. The big ebony door came free easily and pulled open, revealing the hall-way beyond. \'Now.. who was calling me..\' the boy thought. He opened his mouth and thought about calling out.. but then remembered the humans he was suppose to be cautious of. \'Humans have waged war with us Wingly\'s for a millenia.. my father keeps telling me, im the key to end it all.. but I don\'t understand how that works.. he\'s been training me ever since I was 5.. im a lot stronger than the other kids.. and some other parents, but I don\'t want this power.. I just want to find my dad.. and end this damned war..\' Brad thought.
Brad started to walk down the hall and letting his eyes shift into the rooms on the sides of him, \"Hello...?\" he said, quite quietly, trying to hide his over-all status. But came to the old stair-case. Slowly making his way down into the kitchen and to the caller of the voice. The women stared at him with masked eyes, \"Bradly.. where have you been, young man?\" the female said. Brad looked stunned for a few moments, \'Where have -I- been? Where the hell have you been.. you sonofa..\' he said within his mind, but quickly responded with, \"Ya know that thing called sleep? Jesus..\" he cursed. The women went eyes wide and stomped over the room and cocked her arm back and then slapped him across the cranium, the resulting force knocking him down, \"Ouch..\" he said slowly. The women only smiled and turned to walk back into the kitchen, \"Get ready Wingly.\" she said, and went back to washing dishes.
Wingly slowly shook his head and stood up after a moment, \"What the-\" he paused, and corrected himself, \"Why\'d you do that for, mom?\" he asked, looking quite confused. The women didn\'t flinch, instead she shrugged, \"You swore.\" she answered simply, then pointed to the outside, \"Brad, your sister is waiting out there, better get going.\" she said calmly. Wingly only noded and turned his head to look out the open front door, where his sister - Christine Wingly was waiting, her foot impatiently tapping against the ebony platform, \"Brad.. hurry up please..\" she calmly said. The boy only noded, \"Yeah.. give me a second, sis..\" he said, and ran up the stairs to get changed.
The small boy was standing at the door within minutes. He wore simple black clothing, with an\' outlay of steel on his shoulders and torso. \"Do you -have- to wear that, Brad?\" the young girl said, sounding quite disappointed. \"Yeah.. the only way I can center myself anymore..\" Brad whispered, but was loud enough for his sister to hear. The both of them stood there, looking at eachother for a few seconds before Brad turned to his side, looking out over the forest, \"Ready?\" he asked, feeling quite impatient. \"Yeah..\" Christine said. The two of them suddenly rose into the air their backs being jutted forward as two beams of light surged from their shoulder-blades, and they flew, into the distance.
------------- The Dragon Campaign -----------------------
What has caused the arrogance to run wild.. and show the true heart of battle.. the raw filth of war.. The sound of metal smashing against itself made a ringing in his ear, the battle cry\'s of millions of people, creatures and flora echoed below. \"Die.. human bitch..\" the man growled. His silver hair was cut short and in a mess apon his dome. His golden hues shone in the brilliance of open conflict. Wielding a flamed blade, that shimmered in the heat of anger, and rage, that came around to cleave a man in half. \"You will -ALL- suffer for your hipocracy..\" he whispered to himself. That ornate orange fire sword came back to impale another sentient on it\'s grasp, but was thrown to the side to cleanly cut another males head off, but seared back to catch another in the spine, where it stuck into. \"You cannot beat me..\" The silver headed man ran up the billowing rock and leapt directly off the cliff, that bared a meadow filled of an army of soldiers in clad steel armor, steel sword being drawn all at the same time, all making that infamous \'shing\' sound. \"Bring them all..\" he said, still in mid flight, where he soon decended to smash into the short grass below. Almost instantly, the humans charged at the single man, flailing there sword wildly, like ravage dogs.
The silver haired man stood, slowly, fingers drawing in the salty water that was leaking from the sky, \"You fools still do not understand the true potential of a perfect being..\" the men just kept running, like they had no other purpose. The man only smirked and brought his right hand up, forcing his palm to be shown. Fingers were brought up fully, and fanned, \"Useless scum..\" he muttered. A force of air currents suddenly shifted and emitted a shockwave out at the whole army, that litterly plowed through their ranks, obliterating them all in a swift strike. The down fall of rain was sent outward at the incredible wave of raw strength. The man smiled as he killed them all.. finally.
The male stood there, smiling, \"And they fell, by one hand..\" he was about to turn around, but felt a shear pain enter his back and burst through his chest, a shimmering orange blade, his own. \"Argh..\" he said, and coughed up a small amount of blood, when he heard a voice, \"And the Great Lord Wingly falls..\" and he felt his eye sight die around him, \"Damnit..\" he said, before he too, was let loose of the hold, and fell, head first into the ground, lifeless.
The very same hour the humans had somehow regained their feeble militia and wiped free of the Winglian race, destroying them utterly in one swift and critical down-blow. This ended the domination of the Winglies dead and the humans were free\'d of the ravaged hearts of power and aggression, or so they thought. This brought the new era to the man of the Silver Hair, the realization of his true purpose and genocidal terms.
--------------- Presant Day -------11, 000 years later ------------
\"Sir, the specimen is awakening.. but.. after a time of 11,000 year time period.. it chooses now to awaken?\" said a young man with big black frame glasses that were pinned behind his head with long and steel black arms that hooked behind both of his ears. He was dressed in the casual long white lab coat, brown chord type pants and black leather shoes of some low end cost. He was holding a clip-board in his one hand with a pencil jotting down notes of points made on this rare event he was able to witness today. Unkown to him, it was probably his last, anyway. The old looking man turned around, his hair was grey from experiance and skin wrinkled from time. \"Ah.. he finally awakens from his hibernation.. good.. it\'s about time.. also..\" the old man said. He was wearing almost the exact same thing as the other scientist, actually. \"Ready the guards and make sure he doesn\'t know anything of who we are..\" the elder man said, sounding quite serious about it.
Wake up little one... wake up... feel your destiny unfold around you..It has become tainted... you need to purify it again..
The figure layed there, seeming incapacitated in all forms. His lids were shut over hidden hues and silver hair bore on the table like dead snakes. The brain-wave emitter gave a slight jump in it\'s steady rate of impulse. The man soon felt his heart race, and his lids bolted open in haste and his breathing suddenly quickened to an accelerated rate. The man\'s thorax suddenly tightened and such indications made him sit up. His golden hues took in the surroundings quite slowly, as they required time to focus and revert to the light and internal accordings. A few moments passed and the silver headed man took them to get dressed in simple long black cargo pants, something he\'ll never figure out for sure. He soon stopped in the middle of what looked to be a cell, how convient. \"Hm.. brilliant..\" he muttered only to himself. A few more minutes passed, and the single door, with a caged window for looking in soon twisted and opened upward, revealing a wall on the other side, with spaces on eaither side for hallways or something, \"What.. a prison..?\" he asked and was almost terrified at the sight brough next.
\"Ah.. the last surviving Wingly.. interesting..\" the tall man with hair as black as molassis and big rimmed glasses. His white lab coat draped at his heels, with borwn pants and a white shirt undernieth showing his presance as another scientist, but this one in charge. \"You three.. restrain him..\" the man ordered and three big men wearing heavy blue armor with blast helmets on with just so happened black sticks with electrical current running in circles around the opposite end they were held at. The silver headed man soon braced himself and bared inward in a protective way, but the three men easily dispatched that with a good smack of the tesla stick, which put him to the ground quite quickly with a groan, \"Oh.. I forgot to mention, scum.. I am a human.. if you can\'t tell, my name is Doctor Yulsape.. my ancestors were the ones your kind dispatched and destroyed.. but one was able to capture the great Lord WIngly and strip him down to nothing but a young Winged one with barely any power left.\" the man then smirked and crouched down some, to stare the silver headed man in the eyes, \"You will be broken. and created into a weapon.. freak.\" the tall man then stood up, and stomped out of the room, the three guards giving the Wingly another smash of the Tesla Stick, which knocked him cold.
How much more will they treat me like nothing but a insignificant.. Heh.. it\'s how we treated them.. how.. convient.. just one more day.. and i\'ll free myself of those whelps.. They will not treat Emperor Wingly like nothing..
Another day passed and brought nothing but implimented torture and stated machines of pure destruction. Weapons crafted onto epidermous for multiple effects and traits, cybernetics on so many levels. The Wingly knew there was such technology, but never thought to be perfected in this time.
The silver door soon hissed open and the silver headed man was thrown inside, only to collapse onto the floor, \"Argh.. what have you done..\" he sputtered out to the guard in blue armor. The man only chuckled deeply and stared at the fallen man, \"We have implanted some.. special devices in your skull and taken your magical entity and brought it to a halt, and furthermore researched your talents and put limitations on your actions, and outfitted you with some machine tech, we are turning you into a weapon, my \'ally\'\" he taunted and soon walked out the door, and let close behind him, and lock into place. \"You fools!!\" he screamed and felt his cranium urge for vengence.. but was quickly nulled by some force. He layed there.. absolutly oblivious.
\"Target confirmations, activating heat seeking rockets.\" the silver headed man confirmed. A room of green and blue wire surrounding tiles, like a training room. He was wearing large bulky black armor with insignia\'s all over it and a blue transparent shield over his right eye, with his silver hair just faling short of it. It was like an Exosuit of sorts, fitting perfectly to the male. All of a sudden a pack above his left shoulder extended from the suit and fired off many mini-rockets, that seared outward, leaving a trail of smoke behind and soon collading with a military vehicle, utterly destroying it with those small blows. \"Target destroyed, sir. awaiting next orders..\" he repeated. He was utterly turned into a Cyborg. His comm system then crackled to life and sparked his eyes. \"Good, now use your magic and destroy this.\" the barrier then desolved and up pushed a building that was a tree in other words, a piece of history. His eyes widened and he soon backed up in the armor, \"No... I will.... not..\" he said and gnashed his teeth together and soon fight off everything, which short circutted and soon blew off the armor in a rage known to no man, nor no beast. \"My name is Wingly.. I am the last of my species.. the last of my kind.. I will not be rectified..FOOLS!\" he then felt his anger raise and soon two beams of light burned from his shoulder blades and that lifted him into the air, \"I am the Emperor of my kind.. the most powerful!!\" he screamed and soon a black orb soon surrounded him, and billowed outward in pure and raw power, that soon expanded so much, the whole facility soon blew from the pressure and heat created, but the creator.. floated in the ruins with the death\'s of his captors, \"I will never.. fall into such.. pitiful hands again.. I am my own leader..\" he stated and soon flew off into the distance with nothing but hatred, and vengence for humans.
Powers: [ Hm.. this\'ll be interesting..]
Telekinesis: Manipulate things with his mind
Telepathy: See others thoughts, or \'read\' minds.
Chaos Control: Mkay. It\'s the ability to \'control\' or manipulate the element Chaos. The fifth element of natural estimates, being brought from the suffix of hatred, pain and even glory.
Trans Dimention Warping: The ability to teleport, or manipulate the time rifts and ascend or descend in time. His choice, can be random at times aswell.
Cybernetic Augmentations: As seen in the history. Wingly was manipulated by humans, and thus was implanted with cybernetics directly into his brain. They don\'t distinguish control over him, but instead flux his neural passages and either amplify reflexes, strengthen muscles, or even block unwanted phychic waves.
Pyrokinesis: Speaks for itself. Fire Manipulation
Specialized Hand-To-Hand: Wingly uses a variant of Aikido which is practicly designed to target body pressure points and joints, which he can attack and possibly break, depending on the opponent.
Ninjitsu Speed: A variant of his speed is similar to an Elite Ninja, which move at almost sub-sonic speeds, and bend in irregular ways.
Superior strength: Wingly is after all, Vampire and Demon, which allows for \'super\' strength after all.
Summon of Malevolent creatures: Wingly has practiced forbidden arts, and allows him to call upon, or summon a benevolent creature, to his wishes. From Dragons, to other Demons.
Amplified Shielding: Using his own energy, Wingly can create a temporary shield in the direction he wishes. It\'s not impenetrable, but he rarely uses it.
Masterful with weapons: Speaks for itself.
Master of the four remaining elements: Again.. speaks for itself. Can use Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind/Electricity
Acrobatic: Just so happens can be acrobatic during attacks and in dodging or countering.
Shadowmancy: Another form of manipulation, he can manipulate the shadow\'s and create tendrils or other dark based attacks or defenses that can do fairly amounts of damage
Mind Manipulation: The art to control the brainwaves and functions of other beings. Generally strong, but works better on low powered character.
Necromancy: Manipulating dark arts and creating living dead, or turn living into undead, quite dangerous indeed.
Familiar with Tech: Over the thousands of years, Wingly has traveled through-out the dimentions and has gained the concept of technolagy. He has learned much, and even created his own tech, that has yet to be initiated, but in due time.
Focusing: Focusing is an ability made by Wingly himself. This ability seems to slow time around him, and enhances his reflexes, speed, and cooridination: It appears to the opponent that he seems to move at super-sonic speeds. This move is usually used in conjuntion with another, or is used to get out of tight situations.
Combat Effective: Wingly will try to conjure his own tactics within battle and play it out smart. He will most likely do something for a reason, or to find an opening later on. This overall show\'s how intelligent he really is, and show\'s how much \'smarts\' he can play with.
Darker Transformation: A transformation which Wingly initiates when all else fails, or he is extremely pissed off. Silver hair becomes blured and darker, golden tattoo\'s and patterns regulate through his skin, eyes become gold, and a whip-like sword is lashed around his right arm, which pulls from the etheral realm. In this form, he is able to use a whip like sword, which is around his arm and is \'alive\' in some ways. He becomes faster, stronger, and even more acrobatic and reflex prone. However, the downside is that he can only satiate in this state for a limited amount of time before he will either die, or hospitalized for a month. To stay in this state, he must feed off blood. He gains this effect better from pure humans, but any blood will satiate him long enough too dish out the damage.
Weapons: Whip like sword (Only in Darker Transformation), Leath sword made of pure adamantium (Strongest variant of metallics, almost unbreakable. Again. Almost.)
Double-Bladed Sword made of Adamantium (Two blades positioned opposite with a hilt in the middle. Think Darth Maul?)
Dragon Buster: A blade made in the olden days. It\'s blade is pure flames that generate from the hilts energy emitters. In the hilt, there are regulators that can intensify the beam or, lengthen it, but not both. It was originally made to kill Dragons with ease, but it is highly effective on any other organism aswell. (I\'m not sure about this, tell me if it is accepted or not. =\\ )
Weakness: I bet you\'re all wanting this. Wingly\'s weakness is that he is very aggressive, and takes no heed of defenses, or vice-versa. You figure it out.
Age: 11, 000 years. (Shit, he\'s an old mofo)
Gender: Male
Race: Wingly
Alignment: His own damn side, generally viewed as Evil.
Power Level: Medium Tier High (Level 8 )
Timeline: Generally anywhere. A time Skifter, or Trans Warper if you will.
Appearance: The dark fog was hard to see out of, you could barely see your own two hands, it was almost impossible to walk, unless you knew where you were in the exact location and cooridinates. As you leer out into the empty darkness you pick up a flaming figure, that shimmered of distortion, but something seemed to drive to the side, and the darkness seemed to pull to both sides, exposing you in a tunnel of black mist. On the other side of the tunnel was a figure in dark as charcoil cloak. A black hood remained on his cranium, and shielded out all others views on his face, however, only his chin and lower lips could be visable through the hood. The hood attained a sort of crown that held it in place, so it couldn\'t be knocked off by wind or such. Going a tad lower, the hood soon parted to show a single necklace he wore, that was of an emerald, that still shone through the darkness quite well, but was incased in some gold cach. The cloak still lowered over his body, to cover his torso, and legs. His arms were a differant story, though. On them, were the drapes from the cloak, but on his forarms were some kind of black metallic metal that extended all the way till his wrists, but then was broke off into steel plated gloves, but the steel only was on the back of the hand, as the fingers were in some kind of black silk material. It was the same for the other arm. On the mans shoulders was more of this black plates, that gave him room to move about, but it seemed to forge forward and into the middle of his sternum. This metal seemed incredibly durable, and quite flexible. The only other thing that was seen was his boots. These boots held a sort of scale to them, from what the eye could see, it was of some sort of dragon scale, a black dragon it seemed. Easily Combat Boots. As this thing stood there, with the darkness swirling around him he soon brought his arms up again with his palms extended to the sky, digits fanned wide and soon, heat shimmers raised from those palms and a ball of glowing white electricity pulsated, sparking the edges of its limits. A few seconds passed and soon two thunderbolts discharged from his palm and writhed upward into the dark clouds, that soon rumbled and shot the very same lightning down, that rained like a cage about him that he cackled insanely at. After this show, his limbs slowly lowered back to his sides he gave a wild smirk from those just seen lips, and his left limb raised and fingers gently grasped the brim of the dark hood and pulled it back with a tug. The hood fell back slowly, revealing semi-long silver hair messied upon his head, every which way. Eyes of pure gold leered in a mysterious and instagating power, sheathed in his body untill pulled into the real realm. Mouth always pulled into a devious smirk, awaiting his next prey to rip apart. Neck held a silver chain with a green gem installed in a silver holder, proving of worth and value. His fit torso held a black muscle shirt, with white ornate forming eyes on either side of his stomach, but the hem was long, and caught in a complex belt with several along his sides and waist. Lower torso held comfy, but slightly baggy black pants, of some sort of material not known. Pant hems were tucked into combat boots, with a steel heel that shone ever so delicatly if positioned the right way. Arms held elbow-lengthed gloves, the fingers covered aswell, wrist allocating silver clasps to allow his hand to move freely in the socket more hindered, so wrist could not be broken.
Personality: A very cold man, he desires to create his own Empire and enslave everyone to be his little pet, or under-dwelling. A selfish creature indeed.
History: The resulting of a mis-haped arrogant son of a bitch.
--------------------The inter-lude of the Arrogant Son of a Bitch.. Wingly.. -------------------------------
\"Brad!!\" a voice echoed through the walls and cieling of the little ebony house.
A small boy, looking only 9 years old peeked a groggy and still sleep covered golden eye, the black pupil so small from the darkness of the room. A small yawn filled his lungs and was brought up to be exhaled through his mouth, \"Yeah.. yeah.. im getting up..\" the boy mumbled to himself. And he easily brought his little white sheets back over his head, shielding the world from him. Eyes slowly closed again as he rested his little frame. \"Damnit! Brad! Wake up!\" the voice called again. The boy stirred once more, \"Argh... what is it!?\" he screamed, looking for a defiant answer. \"Just wake up! Come\'ere!\" the loud voice called again, this time it was more clear than the last two, a female.
Brad Wingly, the little boy of the Wingly forest slowly threw his sheets to the side, groaning a little to the slight draft of cold air his tiny window leaked. He slowly propped himself up onto his pillow, blinking his eyes to rid them of the small mountain of sleep built up. Brad slowly moved off of his matress and stood up, arms lifted into the air to stretch his small frame out in all directions. He took a few steps to place himself at his drawer, which his two hands pulled at the golden handles to reveal simple peasant clothing. He slipped them onto his frame and walked to his door-way. His beaded eyes looked up and stared through his silver hair to the quite high door-knob. \"How the hell did it get up there..?\" he asked to himself, being as normal as possible. His small arms raised to cross over his small chest, \'Hm... how weird\' he thought. His right hand extended and his hand fanned out, pointing to the golden knob. A small shimmer in the air about his palm caused the door to turn and pull. The big ebony door came free easily and pulled open, revealing the hall-way beyond. \'Now.. who was calling me..\' the boy thought. He opened his mouth and thought about calling out.. but then remembered the humans he was suppose to be cautious of. \'Humans have waged war with us Wingly\'s for a millenia.. my father keeps telling me, im the key to end it all.. but I don\'t understand how that works.. he\'s been training me ever since I was 5.. im a lot stronger than the other kids.. and some other parents, but I don\'t want this power.. I just want to find my dad.. and end this damned war..\' Brad thought.
Brad started to walk down the hall and letting his eyes shift into the rooms on the sides of him, \"Hello...?\" he said, quite quietly, trying to hide his over-all status. But came to the old stair-case. Slowly making his way down into the kitchen and to the caller of the voice. The women stared at him with masked eyes, \"Bradly.. where have you been, young man?\" the female said. Brad looked stunned for a few moments, \'Where have -I- been? Where the hell have you been.. you sonofa..\' he said within his mind, but quickly responded with, \"Ya know that thing called sleep? Jesus..\" he cursed. The women went eyes wide and stomped over the room and cocked her arm back and then slapped him across the cranium, the resulting force knocking him down, \"Ouch..\" he said slowly. The women only smiled and turned to walk back into the kitchen, \"Get ready Wingly.\" she said, and went back to washing dishes.
Wingly slowly shook his head and stood up after a moment, \"What the-\" he paused, and corrected himself, \"Why\'d you do that for, mom?\" he asked, looking quite confused. The women didn\'t flinch, instead she shrugged, \"You swore.\" she answered simply, then pointed to the outside, \"Brad, your sister is waiting out there, better get going.\" she said calmly. Wingly only noded and turned his head to look out the open front door, where his sister - Christine Wingly was waiting, her foot impatiently tapping against the ebony platform, \"Brad.. hurry up please..\" she calmly said. The boy only noded, \"Yeah.. give me a second, sis..\" he said, and ran up the stairs to get changed.
The small boy was standing at the door within minutes. He wore simple black clothing, with an\' outlay of steel on his shoulders and torso. \"Do you -have- to wear that, Brad?\" the young girl said, sounding quite disappointed. \"Yeah.. the only way I can center myself anymore..\" Brad whispered, but was loud enough for his sister to hear. The both of them stood there, looking at eachother for a few seconds before Brad turned to his side, looking out over the forest, \"Ready?\" he asked, feeling quite impatient. \"Yeah..\" Christine said. The two of them suddenly rose into the air their backs being jutted forward as two beams of light surged from their shoulder-blades, and they flew, into the distance.
------------- The Dragon Campaign -----------------------
What has caused the arrogance to run wild.. and show the true heart of battle.. the raw filth of war.. The sound of metal smashing against itself made a ringing in his ear, the battle cry\'s of millions of people, creatures and flora echoed below. \"Die.. human bitch..\" the man growled. His silver hair was cut short and in a mess apon his dome. His golden hues shone in the brilliance of open conflict. Wielding a flamed blade, that shimmered in the heat of anger, and rage, that came around to cleave a man in half. \"You will -ALL- suffer for your hipocracy..\" he whispered to himself. That ornate orange fire sword came back to impale another sentient on it\'s grasp, but was thrown to the side to cleanly cut another males head off, but seared back to catch another in the spine, where it stuck into. \"You cannot beat me..\" The silver headed man ran up the billowing rock and leapt directly off the cliff, that bared a meadow filled of an army of soldiers in clad steel armor, steel sword being drawn all at the same time, all making that infamous \'shing\' sound. \"Bring them all..\" he said, still in mid flight, where he soon decended to smash into the short grass below. Almost instantly, the humans charged at the single man, flailing there sword wildly, like ravage dogs.
The silver haired man stood, slowly, fingers drawing in the salty water that was leaking from the sky, \"You fools still do not understand the true potential of a perfect being..\" the men just kept running, like they had no other purpose. The man only smirked and brought his right hand up, forcing his palm to be shown. Fingers were brought up fully, and fanned, \"Useless scum..\" he muttered. A force of air currents suddenly shifted and emitted a shockwave out at the whole army, that litterly plowed through their ranks, obliterating them all in a swift strike. The down fall of rain was sent outward at the incredible wave of raw strength. The man smiled as he killed them all.. finally.
The male stood there, smiling, \"And they fell, by one hand..\" he was about to turn around, but felt a shear pain enter his back and burst through his chest, a shimmering orange blade, his own. \"Argh..\" he said, and coughed up a small amount of blood, when he heard a voice, \"And the Great Lord Wingly falls..\" and he felt his eye sight die around him, \"Damnit..\" he said, before he too, was let loose of the hold, and fell, head first into the ground, lifeless.
The very same hour the humans had somehow regained their feeble militia and wiped free of the Winglian race, destroying them utterly in one swift and critical down-blow. This ended the domination of the Winglies dead and the humans were free\'d of the ravaged hearts of power and aggression, or so they thought. This brought the new era to the man of the Silver Hair, the realization of his true purpose and genocidal terms.
--------------- Presant Day -------11, 000 years later ------------
\"Sir, the specimen is awakening.. but.. after a time of 11,000 year time period.. it chooses now to awaken?\" said a young man with big black frame glasses that were pinned behind his head with long and steel black arms that hooked behind both of his ears. He was dressed in the casual long white lab coat, brown chord type pants and black leather shoes of some low end cost. He was holding a clip-board in his one hand with a pencil jotting down notes of points made on this rare event he was able to witness today. Unkown to him, it was probably his last, anyway. The old looking man turned around, his hair was grey from experiance and skin wrinkled from time. \"Ah.. he finally awakens from his hibernation.. good.. it\'s about time.. also..\" the old man said. He was wearing almost the exact same thing as the other scientist, actually. \"Ready the guards and make sure he doesn\'t know anything of who we are..\" the elder man said, sounding quite serious about it.
Wake up little one... wake up... feel your destiny unfold around you..It has become tainted... you need to purify it again..
The figure layed there, seeming incapacitated in all forms. His lids were shut over hidden hues and silver hair bore on the table like dead snakes. The brain-wave emitter gave a slight jump in it\'s steady rate of impulse. The man soon felt his heart race, and his lids bolted open in haste and his breathing suddenly quickened to an accelerated rate. The man\'s thorax suddenly tightened and such indications made him sit up. His golden hues took in the surroundings quite slowly, as they required time to focus and revert to the light and internal accordings. A few moments passed and the silver headed man took them to get dressed in simple long black cargo pants, something he\'ll never figure out for sure. He soon stopped in the middle of what looked to be a cell, how convient. \"Hm.. brilliant..\" he muttered only to himself. A few more minutes passed, and the single door, with a caged window for looking in soon twisted and opened upward, revealing a wall on the other side, with spaces on eaither side for hallways or something, \"What.. a prison..?\" he asked and was almost terrified at the sight brough next.
\"Ah.. the last surviving Wingly.. interesting..\" the tall man with hair as black as molassis and big rimmed glasses. His white lab coat draped at his heels, with borwn pants and a white shirt undernieth showing his presance as another scientist, but this one in charge. \"You three.. restrain him..\" the man ordered and three big men wearing heavy blue armor with blast helmets on with just so happened black sticks with electrical current running in circles around the opposite end they were held at. The silver headed man soon braced himself and bared inward in a protective way, but the three men easily dispatched that with a good smack of the tesla stick, which put him to the ground quite quickly with a groan, \"Oh.. I forgot to mention, scum.. I am a human.. if you can\'t tell, my name is Doctor Yulsape.. my ancestors were the ones your kind dispatched and destroyed.. but one was able to capture the great Lord WIngly and strip him down to nothing but a young Winged one with barely any power left.\" the man then smirked and crouched down some, to stare the silver headed man in the eyes, \"You will be broken. and created into a weapon.. freak.\" the tall man then stood up, and stomped out of the room, the three guards giving the Wingly another smash of the Tesla Stick, which knocked him cold.
How much more will they treat me like nothing but a insignificant.. Heh.. it\'s how we treated them.. how.. convient.. just one more day.. and i\'ll free myself of those whelps.. They will not treat Emperor Wingly like nothing..
Another day passed and brought nothing but implimented torture and stated machines of pure destruction. Weapons crafted onto epidermous for multiple effects and traits, cybernetics on so many levels. The Wingly knew there was such technology, but never thought to be perfected in this time.
The silver door soon hissed open and the silver headed man was thrown inside, only to collapse onto the floor, \"Argh.. what have you done..\" he sputtered out to the guard in blue armor. The man only chuckled deeply and stared at the fallen man, \"We have implanted some.. special devices in your skull and taken your magical entity and brought it to a halt, and furthermore researched your talents and put limitations on your actions, and outfitted you with some machine tech, we are turning you into a weapon, my \'ally\'\" he taunted and soon walked out the door, and let close behind him, and lock into place. \"You fools!!\" he screamed and felt his cranium urge for vengence.. but was quickly nulled by some force. He layed there.. absolutly oblivious.
\"Target confirmations, activating heat seeking rockets.\" the silver headed man confirmed. A room of green and blue wire surrounding tiles, like a training room. He was wearing large bulky black armor with insignia\'s all over it and a blue transparent shield over his right eye, with his silver hair just faling short of it. It was like an Exosuit of sorts, fitting perfectly to the male. All of a sudden a pack above his left shoulder extended from the suit and fired off many mini-rockets, that seared outward, leaving a trail of smoke behind and soon collading with a military vehicle, utterly destroying it with those small blows. \"Target destroyed, sir. awaiting next orders..\" he repeated. He was utterly turned into a Cyborg. His comm system then crackled to life and sparked his eyes. \"Good, now use your magic and destroy this.\" the barrier then desolved and up pushed a building that was a tree in other words, a piece of history. His eyes widened and he soon backed up in the armor, \"No... I will.... not..\" he said and gnashed his teeth together and soon fight off everything, which short circutted and soon blew off the armor in a rage known to no man, nor no beast. \"My name is Wingly.. I am the last of my species.. the last of my kind.. I will not be rectified..FOOLS!\" he then felt his anger raise and soon two beams of light burned from his shoulder blades and that lifted him into the air, \"I am the Emperor of my kind.. the most powerful!!\" he screamed and soon a black orb soon surrounded him, and billowed outward in pure and raw power, that soon expanded so much, the whole facility soon blew from the pressure and heat created, but the creator.. floated in the ruins with the death\'s of his captors, \"I will never.. fall into such.. pitiful hands again.. I am my own leader..\" he stated and soon flew off into the distance with nothing but hatred, and vengence for humans.
Powers: [ Hm.. this\'ll be interesting..]
Telekinesis: Manipulate things with his mind
Telepathy: See others thoughts, or \'read\' minds.
Chaos Control: Mkay. It\'s the ability to \'control\' or manipulate the element Chaos. The fifth element of natural estimates, being brought from the suffix of hatred, pain and even glory.
Trans Dimention Warping: The ability to teleport, or manipulate the time rifts and ascend or descend in time. His choice, can be random at times aswell.
Cybernetic Augmentations: As seen in the history. Wingly was manipulated by humans, and thus was implanted with cybernetics directly into his brain. They don\'t distinguish control over him, but instead flux his neural passages and either amplify reflexes, strengthen muscles, or even block unwanted phychic waves.
Pyrokinesis: Speaks for itself. Fire Manipulation
Specialized Hand-To-Hand: Wingly uses a variant of Aikido which is practicly designed to target body pressure points and joints, which he can attack and possibly break, depending on the opponent.
Ninjitsu Speed: A variant of his speed is similar to an Elite Ninja, which move at almost sub-sonic speeds, and bend in irregular ways.
Superior strength: Wingly is after all, Vampire and Demon, which allows for \'super\' strength after all.
Summon of Malevolent creatures: Wingly has practiced forbidden arts, and allows him to call upon, or summon a benevolent creature, to his wishes. From Dragons, to other Demons.
Amplified Shielding: Using his own energy, Wingly can create a temporary shield in the direction he wishes. It\'s not impenetrable, but he rarely uses it.
Masterful with weapons: Speaks for itself.
Master of the four remaining elements: Again.. speaks for itself. Can use Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind/Electricity
Acrobatic: Just so happens can be acrobatic during attacks and in dodging or countering.
Shadowmancy: Another form of manipulation, he can manipulate the shadow\'s and create tendrils or other dark based attacks or defenses that can do fairly amounts of damage
Mind Manipulation: The art to control the brainwaves and functions of other beings. Generally strong, but works better on low powered character.
Necromancy: Manipulating dark arts and creating living dead, or turn living into undead, quite dangerous indeed.
Familiar with Tech: Over the thousands of years, Wingly has traveled through-out the dimentions and has gained the concept of technolagy. He has learned much, and even created his own tech, that has yet to be initiated, but in due time.
Focusing: Focusing is an ability made by Wingly himself. This ability seems to slow time around him, and enhances his reflexes, speed, and cooridination: It appears to the opponent that he seems to move at super-sonic speeds. This move is usually used in conjuntion with another, or is used to get out of tight situations.
Combat Effective: Wingly will try to conjure his own tactics within battle and play it out smart. He will most likely do something for a reason, or to find an opening later on. This overall show\'s how intelligent he really is, and show\'s how much \'smarts\' he can play with.
Darker Transformation: A transformation which Wingly initiates when all else fails, or he is extremely pissed off. Silver hair becomes blured and darker, golden tattoo\'s and patterns regulate through his skin, eyes become gold, and a whip-like sword is lashed around his right arm, which pulls from the etheral realm. In this form, he is able to use a whip like sword, which is around his arm and is \'alive\' in some ways. He becomes faster, stronger, and even more acrobatic and reflex prone. However, the downside is that he can only satiate in this state for a limited amount of time before he will either die, or hospitalized for a month. To stay in this state, he must feed off blood. He gains this effect better from pure humans, but any blood will satiate him long enough too dish out the damage.
Weapons: Whip like sword (Only in Darker Transformation), Leath sword made of pure adamantium (Strongest variant of metallics, almost unbreakable. Again. Almost.)
Double-Bladed Sword made of Adamantium (Two blades positioned opposite with a hilt in the middle. Think Darth Maul?)
Dragon Buster: A blade made in the olden days. It\'s blade is pure flames that generate from the hilts energy emitters. In the hilt, there are regulators that can intensify the beam or, lengthen it, but not both. It was originally made to kill Dragons with ease, but it is highly effective on any other organism aswell. (I\'m not sure about this, tell me if it is accepted or not. =\\ )
Weakness: I bet you\'re all wanting this. Wingly\'s weakness is that he is very aggressive, and takes no heed of defenses, or vice-versa. You figure it out.