Olympian High Master

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Survival - 8 Wins!

Brutal - 1 Fatalities

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Reavers

VITAL STATS

Strength: Ultimate

Agility: Ultimate

Mind: Ultimate

Body: Ultimate

RECORD

Personal Wins: 8

Personal Losses: 3

Maestro

Garry Kasparov has a story he never tells. One night, there came a knock at his door. He greeted his visitor, a tall and well-built stranger. The unknown man challenged him to a game of chess. Though he was normally disinclined to embarrass strangers, Kasparov was eventually convinced to accept. An hour later, he had suffered the most crushing defeat of his life. The stranger had beaten him, barely hesitating before making each move. Kasparov demanded a rematch and lost. He demanded another. And lost. After six repetitions of this, the stranger, silent up to this point, pushed his chair back, heaved a deep sigh and said, "No challenge." Without another word, he left. .... .... Mount Everest: The highest mountain on Earth. 1,114 climbers have reached the peak since it was conquered 50 years ago. 180 have died. All who have dared challenge this behemoth went up the easy side, the south slope. After an unusually intense blizzard that had forced the abandonment of all camps except base camp at the bottom, the mountain rangers who staff the uppermost camp returned to find the door smashed in. On the table sat a half-finished cup of hot chocolate and a note: "#1,115. No challenge." Outside: The faint remnants of tracks coming from the North... .... .... The year 2115: Humanity has colonized Mars. To once again prove Mankind's dominance over nature, an expedition has been launched to reach the highest summit on Mars (and the entire solar system): Olympus Mons. When the bone-weary team reaches the highest point of the long-extinct volcano, using vehicles for most of the journey, they are surprised to find a flag already planted at the pinnacle reading: "#1. Slight challenge." .... .... The planet Gnekra-Ul, ruled by the legendary tyrant Emperor Thrain. Surrounded at all times by a battalion of elite guards and himself an accomplished warrior, it was said that he could not be killed. Until one morning his personal servant entered the Emperor's chamber after noting that he had been asleep an exceptionally long time to find the room in disarray, the walls riddled with bullet-holes, the guards' bodies in a heap in the corner, and the Emperor's neck bent at an extremely unnatural angle. Amidst the chaotic mess that was all that was left of the room was a note reading: "Slight challenge. One of them grazed me." .... .... Khazan. A man in perfect health...No, a being that looks like a man in perfect health stands before the Arena of Khazan and smiles. "At last."

The year 2682 B.C.: The site of a battle that today is long forgotten, but which has spawned countless myths that still live on, though heavily distorted. The invaders outnumbered the defenders four to one. All hope was lost when the fray began. Until a tall man appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and joined the losing side. He seemed invincible. With his aid, the defenders slew every last warrior on the opposing side. The grateful leader of the defenders struggled for words. "How did...Who...Why?" he stuttered. The tall man said, "The challenge."

Counter-Attack

     Counter-Attack: Standard

Another world: The people of Elrouk still speak of it. With the kingdom on the brink of destruction, with a great Dragon scorching the earth, an Ogre besieging the Castle, a skeleton army ravaging the outer villages, and the ancient dark warlock Chasmus finally returned after nearly a millennium exiled in the void, a hero had appeared. The tales describe him as tall and noble. He appeared seemingly from nowhere and stood against the tides of darkness. He quenched the Dragon's flames by collapsing the dam that held back the River Aron. He wrapped his arms around the Dragon's neck and choked the life from it, slaying the mighty beast empty-handed. He singlehandedly battled the giant Ogre, matching it blow for blow despite its advantage in size. The Ogre landed not a single blow that was not returned with equal force. What blows the unknown hero could not dodge, he repaid in full. And then, with interest. Eventually, the Ogre fell to the unidentified man's onslaught with a hideous groan and a thunderous crash. Seeing his monsters falling, the mage Chasmus summoned the mightiest of eldritch blasts and struck the hero down from behind. The force of the blast shot him through the Castle's outer wall and he was buried under several tons of stone. It appeared that Chasmus was victorious. Flames and lightning spewed from his fingers as he proceeded to complete the destruction of Elrouk's capitol city himself. Buildings burned, towers toppled. With maniacal laughter, Chasmus indiscriminately slaughtered those who still stayed to defend the city and those who attempted to flee. And because his attention was focused elsewhere, Chasmus barely heard the sound of stones rolling off of stones behind him. He turned just in time to see the man who he thought had died cover the last few feet between them and connect a blow with his jaw powerful enough to crumble a castle. The mage's entire skull shattered. With their creator dead, the skeleton army collapsed. As they realized that the end had not yet come, the survivors of the kingdom tentatively came out of their shelters. Some of them were in time to see a nameless man leaving the kingdom without a word.

Empty Hands

     Martial Arts: Ultimate

At the center of all that is there lies a valley that is impossible to find, surrounded by mountains that are impossible to climb, across a desert that is impossible to traverse, in the midst of a sea that is impossible to sail. In this valley lives a great sage who the legends say has learned all there is to learn and mastered all there is to master. He lives by choice in utter solitude, save for the uncommon few with the capacity and drive to reach him. Recently the sensei greeted a new visitor, one who immediately challenged him to defeat him at anything. The swami led him to a temple and the two battled for a night and a day, clashing over chess boards and in the dojo, with swords and without, on the mountaintops and throughout the valley, in the desert and beneath the sea. The challenger won not a single match. At the end of it the guru's new student bowed. "I have much to learn from you," he said. Over the following months and year in the timeless temple neither teacher nor pupil slept. Every moment was spent in battle and study; each day brought a deeper insight. Eventually the day came when the teacher informed the student, "I have nothing more to teach you. You have not yet learned all that you can, but you must walk the rest of your road alone. More will be revealed to you as you come to realize what you already know." And the challenger left the temple less than a second after he had first entered it. .... .... Later: Beneath a Bodhi tree on the outskirts of Khazan City a man sat motionless. His eyes were closed, yet he seemed completely awake. On the first day, he contemplated Truth. On the second day, he contemplated Reality. On the third day, he contemplated Beauty. On the fourth day, he opened his eyes and stood. He peered into the night sky for a moment, then strode into the City.