Post by Zefonse on Dec 18, 2014 4:29:07 GMT
Stumble from the ashes, lost enigmas in the dust. He cannot remember, though voices tell that he must. Everyday he wakes in the middle of the night, recalling his own demise in the frozen waste, to him a bittersweet sleep. To the outside however, time had passed, the last time he gazed upon this sky, was when he was with his own kingdom during the time before the dragon balls even existed. Now things have changed vastly, buildings of stone and steel exist, and metal machines carry the people around the world at a much faster rate. However he too had change since his own death, his body used inhuman experiments twisting and turning it what it is now. A being known as a Bio-android. A being of terrible of power, however since his soul was still attached to his decaying body, his soul was banished from death. Unable to cross over to neither heaven or hell itself, when they restored the body to his prime, and made these improvements he slowly awakened to this new world no more than 2 years ago. After his escape, he ventured into a forest to be by himself till recently, it was time for him to explore the new age around him, than be sadden by the lost of his people and kingdom. After All when he was alive and known as a human, a man known as Arsts. However today this man is known as Zefonse. The name would have no meaning to those around them, but it does to his people. This man is fairly muscular. On his face, he usually carries the same expression even with the most shocking of news: a stoic, yet determined look that transmits fear to others around him. His slate violet near red eyes and long black hair to his neck, which he keeps up in intricate black ornament with a red line on it, it holds no purpose other than part of the overall design flow for his outfit. He wears a highly customized set of armor based around many themes and custom of eastern culture. The colors red is the strongest themed color in the armor, while follow by black, than grey, with yellow and orange as well in the design. These colors while might have no meanings to those today, to the wearer, these colors have special meanings.
Zefonse carries a powerful presence, noted for his stoic and inscrutable disposition. Despite how imposing he seems, Zefonse was well-loved among his people for being a kind and hands-on ruler. He took large amounts of time each day to have open audiences with anyone who wishes to speak with him, and he often looks into problems personally. Zefonse lives by a philosophy that it is the duty of the strong to protect and guide the weak. He cares deeply for the well-being and happiness of his citizens, whether that be the people of others, later, all people of his kingdom, and in his own words, will "crush anyone who dares to harm [his] people". He is passionate when it comes to his beliefs, going to great lengths to uphold them. Now these values seem lost. The area around him was a place of sacred value to his old kingdom, and took much to travel this far by foot. The first day was traveling the desert which ended up clashing with a demon of equal power to his own. The second day was when he crossed mountains with nothing but the clothes on his back. The third and final day, was when he came across the entrance to the sacred ground just near south west of Central Capitol, hidden among ages of dust and stone. With each rocked tossed to enter the cave itself, and traveling in the darkness without any aid. How long has it really been? The earth had changed the layout of the cave system immensely, but had to get closer to his goal. It took him a few hours, but he came across the very first room seemingly untouched by time itself.
While the start of the cave was barely able to have room for his 6 feet and 3 inches of height to walk around in, it opened more and more till it was big enough to fit a small city inside the cave itself. The rocks were filled with crystals of a shining bright. To Zefonse kingdom, these crystals had the power to show them potential futures, however it this was more for his priest to take than the king itself. He just wanted to know, what shall become of him? So he ventured till he hit the largest opening in the cave itself, with the ceiling seemingly as far as the sky is to land. He grasped over a crystal in his hand, and held it close to his face, but what he saw, was nothing more than a glowing rock. Maybe this place had no magical powers after all? Who knows, or was his future to lead himself into nothingness itself? Zefonse placed his hand on his blade’s handle. As he gripped his handle tighter than before, as if a slow rage was building up inside. And for a brief moment unleashed a single sword slash, with his power leaking off as if the fury of a sun on the very cave system itself. It was quick, out of character moment for him. Did he really have nothing left in this forsaken world. A world that had forgotten the people of time past. Taking a huge breath of air, he felt nothing more than rage inside his heart. He needed answers, and had nothing to give them. When he found another powerful being, it always ended up in a fight. As if they exist for the thrill of fighting itself. Who even knows at this point, some battles happen for a reason, even if both sides refuse to see it. They might fight for the sake of fighting, or fight with a reason to protect. But what awaited this man was unknown, even these crystals showed him nothing more than an eerie glow. After that breath, he would remove a single item from his person. A piece of saiyan armor that he kept as a reminder. He also needed answers to what this was, and why would such a being destroy a city. But now let the wheel of fate turn, the wheels of time move on.
Zefonse carries a powerful presence, noted for his stoic and inscrutable disposition. Despite how imposing he seems, Zefonse was well-loved among his people for being a kind and hands-on ruler. He took large amounts of time each day to have open audiences with anyone who wishes to speak with him, and he often looks into problems personally. Zefonse lives by a philosophy that it is the duty of the strong to protect and guide the weak. He cares deeply for the well-being and happiness of his citizens, whether that be the people of others, later, all people of his kingdom, and in his own words, will "crush anyone who dares to harm [his] people". He is passionate when it comes to his beliefs, going to great lengths to uphold them. Now these values seem lost. The area around him was a place of sacred value to his old kingdom, and took much to travel this far by foot. The first day was traveling the desert which ended up clashing with a demon of equal power to his own. The second day was when he crossed mountains with nothing but the clothes on his back. The third and final day, was when he came across the entrance to the sacred ground just near south west of Central Capitol, hidden among ages of dust and stone. With each rocked tossed to enter the cave itself, and traveling in the darkness without any aid. How long has it really been? The earth had changed the layout of the cave system immensely, but had to get closer to his goal. It took him a few hours, but he came across the very first room seemingly untouched by time itself.
While the start of the cave was barely able to have room for his 6 feet and 3 inches of height to walk around in, it opened more and more till it was big enough to fit a small city inside the cave itself. The rocks were filled with crystals of a shining bright. To Zefonse kingdom, these crystals had the power to show them potential futures, however it this was more for his priest to take than the king itself. He just wanted to know, what shall become of him? So he ventured till he hit the largest opening in the cave itself, with the ceiling seemingly as far as the sky is to land. He grasped over a crystal in his hand, and held it close to his face, but what he saw, was nothing more than a glowing rock. Maybe this place had no magical powers after all? Who knows, or was his future to lead himself into nothingness itself? Zefonse placed his hand on his blade’s handle. As he gripped his handle tighter than before, as if a slow rage was building up inside. And for a brief moment unleashed a single sword slash, with his power leaking off as if the fury of a sun on the very cave system itself. It was quick, out of character moment for him. Did he really have nothing left in this forsaken world. A world that had forgotten the people of time past. Taking a huge breath of air, he felt nothing more than rage inside his heart. He needed answers, and had nothing to give them. When he found another powerful being, it always ended up in a fight. As if they exist for the thrill of fighting itself. Who even knows at this point, some battles happen for a reason, even if both sides refuse to see it. They might fight for the sake of fighting, or fight with a reason to protect. But what awaited this man was unknown, even these crystals showed him nothing more than an eerie glow. After that breath, he would remove a single item from his person. A piece of saiyan armor that he kept as a reminder. He also needed answers to what this was, and why would such a being destroy a city. But now let the wheel of fate turn, the wheels of time move on.