Le titan de la guerre se tenait toujours, intrigué par la volonté de Blaze de protéger cette femme âgée de 10 milliards d'années. ''Éloignez-vous de Dragon enfant...'' Il a dit, le pilier de la brume se levant maintenant au-delà des nuages, qui l'a mis hors de vue. Le père tout entier lui avait parlé de cet Indra, il l'avait créée pendant la naissance de cet univers, mais elle est allée au-delà de l'égoïsme, elle croit qu'elle a une quelconque influence sur la divinité du conflit? Il est né un million d'univers devant elle et a vécu plusieurs milliards sur ce sujet. Son expérience est au-delà de tout ce qu'elle comprendrait et elle se prétend responsable des civilisations et des guerres?
''Les éléments ont un lien avec l'esprit des mortels...' Il a mentionné froidement, après cela, cependant elle est allée au-delà de la folie et a pris l'agressivité envers la divinité qui n'a vécu que la guerre pour des millions d'univers valant du temps. ''Vous ne tenez pas compte de mes actions...'' Il a commandé et a ensuite continué encore une fois. ''Le père vous a rendu très obsédé, je vois...'' Il a rejoint le Vanquisher du conflit et en un instant de mouvement et de temps il l'a dessiné et cassé contre le sol. ''Écoutez maintenant...'' Il a exigé dans son ton habituel de la voix. ''L'allpère existait avant cette supposée Genèse de l'existence, il l'a créée comme il l'a fait plusieurs fois auparavant, quand un univers est à sa limite, quand ses ressources sont épuisées, il la détruit et la reconstruise à nouveau, comme une création du premier univers. Ce n'est qu'un enfant de millions d'univers précédents.»
Il se lisait bien évidemment et se servait de son regard perçant pour capter l'enfant dragon dans la soumission, Inbra il ne serait pas si sûr de forcer la peur sur elle, simplement parce qu'elle était trop... sans Clueless. Le père vous l'a écrit, comme tout le monde l'a fait, il est le père de tous, le créateur de tout et rien. Je suis son champion, et même en sachant cela...' Il s'est arrêté, la terre sous ses pieds a commencé à rougir et à craquer, la terre a en fait défié la gravité et a flotté vers le ciel, tout comme la brume inconnue. "Tu oses prendre les bras vers moi?"
Name:
Conquestus
Nickname:
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Age:
If you could point a finger and explain that 'this is the day that conflict started!' that would be the day of which Conquestus would've been born.
Birthday:
Whatever day which fathers conflict.
Origin:
Conquestus is born from the natural personality of challenging ideals, when ever two people clash on whatever type of field, be it through speeches or fists Conquestus would have been deitiesed by this very notion, in the begining of time, the begining of conflict. Conflict exists on many different scales that we're not aware of, there is galactic conflict, gravity fighting light, meteors fighting planets, no matter what the chaos of conflict and the chaos of everyday lift is ultimately a piece in the puzzle which is conflict, Conquestus is the offspring of two clashing ideals, which were the first thing to happen in this universe, when something want's something else and they confront something that want's what they want there will be conflict, be it of intelligence or of lifelessness.
Deity:
Deity of Conflict.
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Hair Color:
Described as a figure of 'blazing' hair colors, signifying the firey reality of conflict.
Hair Style:
Once again, it is described as a chaotic hair style, yet it holds order, it is not put in any type of style yet it recembles order, just like the nature of conflict, you can find order in conflict, even if conflict is, originally, a creator of chaos.
Eye Color:
In ancient runes his eyes are described as piercing flame, rising to the sun, to the possible future, yet it originates from the bottom, from the deepest caverns of his eyes. It is described to be a pair of eyes who shine as bright as a star, pierce like a bullet yet it's dark as the shadow of night.
Skin Color:
His remaining skin appears like fire burnt flesh, however most parts of his organic body has been reinforced or replaced by 'unholy, yet divine metals.' This was described in ''The Dying Angel'' a biblical adaptation to a long lost story of ''Conquestus and his unending Crusade.'' The original story was the last story which resided in the ''Heavenly Pillar'' biblical book which had been archeologically found in the very modern day, a famous writer had readaptated the story into ''The Dying Angel'' book which was an incredible hit.
Height:
Yet again, as described from ''The Dying Angel'' Conquests is a Titan amongst men and demi-gods alike, his height was never really described in meters nor
feet, however the universal language can be understood. ''As the figure crosses the horizon and splits it in two, charging at him was a human, unlike any other man, the figure covered in the suns blinding blaze was twice that of the man who charged at him, the man who was once known as the Behemoth of Ghalíí, with a single swing of his mighty sword the behemoth flew, as if he would bare wings, into the sky.''
If I break immersion I'd say that the Behemoth of Ghalíí was 230cm.
Conquestus, the Dying Angel in this case is nearly twice his size, 390cm.
Body Build:
I really like quoting this made up universe I'm thinking of as I go.
As written in the original story, Conquestus is a war built figure, taller and stronger then any other deity who would cross his path, whilst maybe not the most agile or caring he would face the problem head on, with his brute force and surprising cunning and knowledge and prevail, because what in the end kills him, as written in the book, is himself and his very existance, he is a plague, and therefor he is haunted by every death in every universe, multiverse or alternate reality.
As written in ''The Dying Angel'' here is a description. ''As he stood still, in the very epicenter of attention he allowed us to gaze at his wartorn figure, whilst covered in armor of unknown origin the very body of which he originated was unlike any other warrior, scarred beyond recognition, yet it was recognizable as a man, he appeared plagued, troubled, he stated no word, simply allowed us to gaze upon him, and the pseudo-biblical oaths hanging off his body, written on these burnt papers who hold their anchor in the skin of this mighty figure, written on these were the explenations of conflict, one would not suspect what to be written on these long and ancient papers to be connected with conflict.
Markings:
As stated from ''The Dying Angel''
''By giving up his body upon death, he was the very first victim of conflict, loosing his life he became a deity of what took his life, His body were to be cleansed, washed and perfectionised, because the moment he would leave the house of godhood and into the purpose of his life he'd lose every aspect of reason, he'd find no need in self hygine, none in cleansing, neither anything in compasion, because he would, with time, lose his skin to the ''unholy, yet divine'' metals of which were, in the begining his armor.'' His skin is a testament to the nature of conflict, tortured, burned beyond recognition and removed, replaced with this metal. Carved and hooked into his skin is a 1000 page long explenation of conflict made and written by the god of all, it is placed on one, long piece of indestructible cloth like writing material. It is hooked in repeated sense, going over and above previous pages so that certain things could not be read, the final product is a cross like shape on the back Conquestus wrapping around his torso also.
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Demi-description:
Conquestus is a deity of conflict, fathered by the god of all because he deemed conflict a burden in need of baring. As a litteral Titan Conquestus is no stranger to physically demanding actions nor combat, He is a veteran of many wars of many purposes and of many origins, on many different planes of existance, because he is the ultimatum, he is the ultimate barer of the burden which will, ultimately end all when he cannot bare it any longer. Being created by the first at of conflict in mortal kinds and ressurected as a deity of what killed him by the father of all he is now forced to bare what he hates beyond all, however his existance revolves around it, therefor his life is now a mist of memories blurred together to create a blurry vision of a background, whatever's been written in books is what he goes off by, because he's killed too many, seen to many faces, seen too many sufferers to be able to remember anything but the screams of voices as they face the ultimatum, the blade of the executioner. The self hating part of Conquestus existance is a subject to the fact that most people of conflict dislike using violence, however are forced to by others.
Background:
In the begining of Conquestus life he was a mortal of the first ever existance in the first ever plane of existance, he was slayed by the first ever use of violence and conflict and in that term was brought into the afterlife, The allfather, a nameless God of everything and everyone sought out the fact that conflict was a nature which he did not wish to experience, yet it had sneaked it's way into his existance, he chose Conquestus, or whatever name he bore before then as an Angel of Conflict, a Dying Angel who would slay only to take pieces out of his very soul. Even though the future which the Allfather was obviously aware of was daunting and of incredible dislike of him he blessed Conquestus with the greatest of weapons and armor and cleansed his spirit and soul before sending him into the warfield which would span the begining of his endless crusade. As long as there's war, there will be sacrifices and deaths, which can lead to complete destruction. At the hand of Conquestus millions of men, women and children have fallen, billions, infact, actuall, trillions, UNCOUNTABLE numbers which haunt his every moment. Civilizations have fallen, stars imploded and planets ripped themselves open. His arrival in any realm is oftenly explained like this. ''The skies itself rippen open to lead the way onto us a man of black metals and a sword longer then myself, carried by continentally large wings he plummeted into the ground and ripped it open, leaving much to evaporate or discintergrate beneath his feet. The scar in the sky heals and the wings fade into oblivion, however his will of fire engulfes him in the purifying and hateful flames of conflict itself, he swings his weapon upon soldier after soldier, carving a path through the unending field of men, all whilst slowly walking forwards, the black cloak carried by the wind on his back. Using blood as the fate of the ultimate crime of warfare.''
Personality:
A non-discriminating personality of divinity, he is not a great speaker however when he voices his wills he speaks quick and true, using the perspective of a warrior to great lenghts he makes it obvious that he has been through much and experienced more. His age is beyond many realms and at times the truth of his beliefs can be voiced in his rather cold, chilly, grim and experienced voice, the voice of a man who has slain child after child, as if it was part of some mechanical construction. His body, however does not speak for the same, mostly covered in the heavily reinforced, cleansed, blessed and purified 'demonic-angelic armour.' However the occational arm skin reveals burnt skin that does not seem to rot and dead skin which does not reak of corpse.
Powers:
The powers of Conquestus are directed towards conflict, therefor he has a cunning intellect and strong strategical and tactical capabilities, however they're limited to the aspect of warfare and conflict, from the weakest of conflicts to the strongest. He is also able to teleport himself to his fortress cathedral, a pocket dimension of a small religious town built around a massive cathedral made for both the act of praying and the hard acts of warfare, Conquestus is the owner of the Cathedral fortress however hundreds if not thousands attend it every day and work their jobs, he often goes here for brief times, his normal routine is that he appears in the main chamber, prays to the allfather, get's himself cleansed, repeaired and re-armored and return into combat again, it happens at a reduced time in the physical world, one day in the pocket dimension is generally a minute in any other plane of existance. Conquestus is a divine forger, capable of making neigh anything if given the tools.
Weapons:
- Vanquisher of Conflict: The 250cm long runic greatsword is the legendary weapon most oftenly connected with Conquestus, the Vanquisher of Conflict is a legendary weapon forged by the allfather in the begining days for the pre-destined champion of his will, however it would instead be used to challenge conflict. It's blade is sharper then any other and can cleave through the thickest of armors, however it's scale makes it slow and hard to carry around, therefor it sits on a holster on the very back of Conquestus. The sword itself carries such power that without even using any of it's divine capabilities a single swing damages the enemy before it actually makes contact, the pure force makes the wind flee and hit the enemy before the weapon itself is supposed to, as described by Tribal members of a, yet to be truly developed, world.
- Protector against Unjustice: The self forged, unbreakable legendary shield of which Conquestus bears in one hand, whilst somehow managing to battle with the Vanquisher of Conflict in the other, a great display of godlike strenght, because the Protector against Unjustice weights almost seventy tons and the sword cannot be measured by normal scales since it was made by the Allfather. If he were to simply drop it on the ground it would most likely fall through a good 10 meters of earth and crack through stone, aswell.