The Second Apathy War is coming, or so they say. Forces gather, darkness bellows forth, all seeking to destroy existence as we know it. Be it for vengeance, for love's sake, or for simple spite, these souls gather to stage reality's downfall for a reason. Each soul except for Devyn Soyokaze. Perhaps more so than even Alexander Lovecraft himself, Devyn wishes to see the end of this world. He possesses neither the anger of Toc Darkone nor the resentment of Glethen DelMura. He harbors no embittered emotions like Ravenna Cervantes nor the selfless devotion of Camille Bordeaux. No emotion ties him to his duty. No rationale. No motive. Only true emptiness and abandonment exists in his soul. The Secret Dance alone leads him to these end days, compelling him to reenact every war waged on one final battlefield. The notes and the steps of the Dance are all that exist in his mind. Every word, every action, every breath from his body is merely a preparation for the final battle. Devyn has become nothing but a vessel for the abstraction of all of man's destruction-- an abstraction that wishes to complete itself and transcend its limited existence by becoming the driving force behind reality's demise. Only then can it become complete and end its final movement. Devyn has surrendered to this force and fallen into the blissful abandonment that is a soul with nothing left to lose. All he needs to do is dance away and watch the true Apocalypse flow forth.
Tragic. Exquisitely tragic is the man named Devyn Soyokaze. Few mortals have plunged so willingly into the roll of fallen hero as the Dark Dancer. Born a man of noble pedigree, he still retains his honor and gentleman's ways despite being fully enthralled by the grasp of the Void. How can one so obviously broken by the taint of nothingness still retain his continence? Perhaps the Void is not as vile a foe as one might expect, or perhaps even in decadent corruption one can still find enough truth and beauty to value life enough to treat it with as much respect as any devotee of this stagnant cesspool we call existence. Whatever the reason, Devyn dances on to the waltzing rhythm of the final days, engrossed in a melody only he can comprehend.
The Secret Dance
Martial Arts: Ultimate
The Secret Dance is destiny in pure motion. The fruit of centuries of men's lives, the Secret Dance has codified every battle fought in existence from the dawn of time to the inevitable finale into a simple, elegant, and lethal dance. Every step, every sway, every gesture symbolizes the fall of an empire and the rise of a new way of life. Such is the pattern of war, and such is the pattern of the Secret Dance. Every move giving way to the next, an unceasing tempest of malice and destruction, never yielding until everything has been destroyed in its wake. Everything indeed, for that is the Secret Dance's primal motivation: to bring about the end of all things through the cumulation of every destructive act committed in history.
Immunity: Martial Arts
Every other Dance is but a shadow of the Secret Dance. An imperfect echo of purity. Any other dance requires technique-- training-- effort. The Secret Dance is pure abandonment of such ideals. Surrendering his body and soul to the Ways of Eternal War, Devyn's form becomes a beacon of unparalleled elegance and grace untouchable by impure dance steps. To dance with Devyn is to accept the role as his partner. He is your lead, you are but the fair maiden he whisks away in his lethal caress.
Immunity: Force of Will
As you dance in Devyn's arms, you learn to appreciate his beauty. The swirling torrent of majesty swallows your very heart into abandon. Your will is not your own within this damnable waltz. Fight as you might to dance your own way, you slowly find yourself swaying to an altogether foreign rhythm-- becoming a willing prisoner to Devyn's vacant charm. 1-2-3. 1-2-3. 1-2-3. Arm in arm, hand in hand, all soon fall lay their head on Devyn's shoulder, surrendering to his step.
Within the Dance lies the ultimate truth. Amiss the choreographed chaos lies the past, present, and future of this existence. The Secret Dance is symbolic of the eternal conflict life inflicts upon itself. Reality's romanticization of death and dismay distilled into a force capable of aiding the end of everything it represents. The essence of the Secret Dance is not in the Dance itself, but in the knowledge the Dance gives to the one that enacts the Dance. Within the mind of Devyn Soyokaze lies endless knowledge of the way the Universe functions. The patterns of life and death, the inhibition of Chaos. The stagnancy of Order. Comprehension of both Light and Darkness. Within any other man's mind the Secret Dance would be a vessel of domination and revolution. Within the mind of Devyn Soyokaze, a man willing to accept the Dance's proposal to make this Dance the Universe's final Dance, it is a vessel of pure obliteration.
- Ranged Attack Only
- Area Affect
- Armor Piercing
- Target Seeker
- Ranged and Melee Attack
And thus Autumn dawns on the Universe. With the onslaught of the Secret Dance comes the death and decay that accompanies this amber-colored month. Fallen leaves-- rotting bodies-- that foreboding chill in the air harkening a never-ending Winter to follow. Just as a war leaves a wake of destruction, and just as autumn leaves nature on the brink of death, so does Devyn's Dance do to those that impede its path. Unlike the tides of war and the coming of autumn, the Secret Dance holds no hope of rebirth-- only your ultimate demise.