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Zone
Played By: ShadowForge

Zone by ShadowForge

TEAM: Solo Hero

SECTOR: UPTOWN

KIT CLASS: Avatar


Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 9 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 9
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 2
Total Wins: 9
Total Losses: 5
Mysterious Beam of Light from Space - Win 8-4
Revelation - Win 10-4
Sinn - Win 10-7
VIBES - Win 10-7
Master and Apprentice - Win 10-8
Scarlett "Scar" Swarr - Loss 8-12
Zekryn - Loss 5-11
Holt - Loss 8-9
The Nameless King - Win 11-5
Skeletal - Win 8-4
The Brother: Guardian of the Church - Win 9-5
Ralph and Bimbo - Loss 7-9
The Archivist - Win 9-7
Theodric Worth - Loss 6-11

You would not believe what information a Nelthari shaman can glean from a rock. My people did not gain a reputation for wielding powerful nature-magicks for nothing, you know. I'm very proud of my heritage... but some don't seem to think so.

I'm a black sheep, I guess. It was not that my clan or my people disliked me, or that I had done some something harmful or in ill taste, but rather that I had decided to try and expand my knowledge of the world by moving to the cities on the distant horizon. Do not misunderstand me: my people are unrivaled in their knowledge of the forests, as they are peerless in their shamanistic powers, but for other things--like science, or languages, or magic other than the shamanistic variety--we are very limited. I reasoned that if I could educate myself in the ways of foreigners, it would be nothing but advantageous to us.

Some didn't see it that way. Provincial? I don't know. Maybe. Most likely. Whatever the case was, I found myself isolated. What made this even worse that my clan had no harsh words for me, nor did they directly oppose me. That's probably the worse, to have neither approval nor disproval but rather lukewarmness. Should they have applauded my goals, I could have overcome my nostalgia with the thoughts of serving the people. If they had vehemently opposed me, I could have drawn comfort from some measure of youthful defiance in striking out on my own path. But to have nothing... it was a painful blow.

I wouldn't be deterred from my path, but, still... huh. You don't need to hear about my feelings.

The city I chose as my home was astonishing for one who had grown up on the plains. Towers of crafted stone and molded gold, all manners of peoples and cultures, and wonderful technology. Pocket watches were particularly fascinating.

As I attended schools and made new friends, I started to change. Oh, the changes were so subtle that I didn't notice it until much later, but it was happening. I was becoming yet another city dweller, just another, to use a cliché, "brick in the wall". Still, I learned much, both from the schools and the streets. I enjoyed living here.

Yet... I still missed home.

 

Personality: I am Nelthari, and my people are nature-shamans who can hear the earth. In the ones less gifted, it often manifests as a vague, instinctual feeling that can alert a hunter to a quarry, or towards the correct direction of home. In the more powerfully gifted, the spirits of the earth actually speak to the shaman and guide him.

Despite the power we wield, it's a wholly inoffensive thing, and that has had a hand in shaping my people... and me. We're a peaceful people, and I'm not much of an exception. True, I'm probably a bit more... adventurous than most, but any sort of violence is my last resort, and I don't come across as aggressive.

Of course, take that with a grain of salt. I've changed quite a bit ever since exploring the city, especially in light of what I have learned about different magics. Combining Nelthari philosophy with the more... proactive approaches of other magical disciplines can be very interesting. It hasn't made me into an aggressive person, but I don't think the people of my clan will understand me again.

Speaking of my clan... it has been a long time since I have visited them. Despite the strained relationship I had with my people, I am still loyal to them and miss them greatly. Sure, I've grown to respect and admire what the city has to offer, but at my heart I am still Nelthari, and I wish to see them again.

In fact, I think I have learned as much of foreign technology, new cultures, and arcane magic than I ever will. I think it is time to go back.

 

Strength:

 

Standard Normal human strength.Agility:

 

Weak BELOW normal human agility.
Slow and uncoordinated.
Body:

 

Superior Hardy.
Takes punishment like a heavyweight fighter or wrester.
Mind:

 

Standard Normal human mental resources.

In the Zone

Something's wrong. I've been so engrossed with learning that, as my mind turns away from the city and all its wonder and back to my people, I realize that I can longer sense the environment around me. The world is silent. Panic grips me. I am Nelthari, and to lose the ability to hear the very earth is... is...

My legs buckle, and I drop to my knees. Silent! All silent! When I had been living in the city, I hadn't heard, either, but I had thought that because the city was so "noisy", I would never sense anything. But, no. I'm a fool. It wasn't because it was so loud... it was because my separation from nature and my delving into other types of magic were slowly rendering me deaf.

I feel like breaking out into tears. To have such an integral part of me just... gone, it's too much to bear. What can I do, now? To go back to my family and friends blind to the land is frightening to contemplate. I would still be welcomed back as a Nelthari, but the strain caused by me choosing to learn in the city would be pushed past the limit when they learned that it had rendered my insensate.

But I will not lay here and weep on my knees. I... I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'll think of what options remain open to me. I lay my hand on the gate, steadying myself as I climb to my feet. As soon as my hand touched that sandstone wall, I felt... pressure building up in my hands. What is it? I had never, in my eighteen years of life, felt something like that. I frown, and focus my mind on my limbs...

...And a pulsing ring of light washed out over the wall, speeding off over the entire breadth of the bastion.

And suddenly, my sight came alive again. For over a mile around me, I... sensed. I could feel the thumping of feet, see scores of faces, hear the clamor of thousands of voices. It nearly overwhelmed me; never had Nelthari sight been so vivid, or encompass so many senses. It took my hand away from the wall... and the sight stayed. I could still hear, feel, and see the city from the city's point of view. By my ancestors, this was astonishing! When I had first arrived in the city, my Nelthari communal magic had been drowned out by the noise of the city. Now, the noise is no longer a problem, and its so.. vivid.

As the euphoria of my discovery fades a bit, I realize something: I can feel something else. Something... forceful. Almost as if I could...

No, that will be left for another day. I must return to my clan!

Shifting Zone

  • Power: Blending
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Avatar
I make my way back to my land, stopping every few miles to touch my hands to the earth and pulse a wave of magical energy that brings the environment alive. I cannot wait to reach my family! If this is what comes about when one studies new magicks and learns new ways of life, then...

...

Something's... something's wrong. Through the earth itself I can hear...

Screams. Ancestors above. I run towards the circle of sturdy tents, brushing my hands to the group and pulsing.

No... No! Fen raiders have attacked my family! Inhuman beasts, the Fen are known for their aggressiveness, strength, and speed.

And ruthlessness.

I climb up a hill that overlooks the settlement, and gasp. The Fen are among my people, hacking them down even as the Nelthari attempt to fight back. It's a losing battles. Iron blades and obsidian-tipped arrows cannot defeat tempered steel, and the fiercest Nelthari warrior pales in comparison to a Fen berserker. Damnation! What can I do? I have no weapons and...

A Fen raider suddenly locks eyes with me, and a howl goes up. No! I stumble back from the edge of the hill and try to run to somewhere, anywhere, where I can hide. I...

I trip, and roll down the rocky hill. When I come to a stop near the murmuring stream, I am battered and bloodied and the world is so twisty twisty twisty twisty.

I shake my head to clear it, and I remember where I am, what is about to happen to me. And, in this moment, I realize that I am a coward. My eyes are clenched shut, and my panicked mind his closed off my sight to me. I hear the grunts of the Fen language, and I'm going to die. Die cowering. Yet, no steel bites into my flesh. Slowly, so slowly, I open my eyes, and I see massive Fen legs through the thick grass which conceals me.

Wait a moment. Where had the grass come from?

Battlezone

  • Power: Matter Animation
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Seeker This attack hunts and follows its target.
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
I don't have time to worry about that. I'm too occupied with keeping my breathing quiet and my limbs still. I hate myself. I'm a coward. My family is dying and I refuse to do anything. Ancestors above.

Suddenly, pain. Pain in my scalp. I feel myself dragged up by the hair and thrown out onto the ground. I'm surrounded by Fen. They spit their ugly language at each other, and I'm forced onto my hands and knees.

Hands and knees...

I pulse out my magic into the ground, and my sight becomes alive again. I can see all the Fen the are attacking the village, and I can literally see, smell, and feel the ones right next to me. And, as before, I feel that forceful sensation tickling the back of my brain. I see one of the Fen leaders raise a bloodstained axe over his head. I'm going to die, I'm going to die. In despair I release the pressure in my mind. The axe falls...

And the Fen holding it is dragged screaming into the earth as a column of shifting soil pulls it into a hole that has opened in the ground. What...? I see the other Fen stare at where their leader had stood a moment before, and then they snarl at me and raised swords, axes, and spears. Instinctively, I reach out to the earth around me, and it responds, shielding me and striking out.

Rocks rocket off the ground of their own accord, massive, gripping hands of soil swat down and crush, sinkholes appear in the earth to swallow the raiders whole, jaws of streamwater rip and tear, and portions of the the hill itself transforms into a rolling wave of crushing black as it crashes down upon the Fen. As the last Fen around me dies, I stare down at my hands. What's happened to me?

Echoes

I crawl back up the hill, exhausted, and I see the Fen continuing their slaughter. There's barely any resistance anymore, and it's going to be over soon. No, damnation, no. I stagger down the hill, towards the outermost tents, where I fall to my knees. I reach out to the environment, and the ground rumbles and ruptures as it attacks the Fen.

I finally understand what I have achieved. I have transformed the benign powers of the Nelthari into something... active. what I've learned of manipulation of the earth, of how to command water, how to manipulate the energy currents that run through everything in this world, everything, has helped me to achieve this. Not only am I one with my environment, but my environment responds to my commands. It's--

Through the earth I feel the oncoming footsteps of a Fen as it closes in on me. Pillars of sharp stone attempt to impale it, but it's faster than its comrades, and it avoids my defense. It's fast, so fast, and I cannot... Wait. I can hear every footfall, I can feel the pressure of feet on the ground. I don't have to be faster than the creature. If I can see how it balances itself, how it's going to move, I can move before it does.

There. The pressure on the ground has increased underneath the Fen. It's gathering itself up to leap, and I move to the side just in time. The Fen hurtles past me... right into a swinging fist of seething earth that crashes into it with bone-shattering force.

I look up, and to my horror I see that I'm too late. Even as the Fen were killed by the earth under my command, they had completed their slaughter. I am the last of my family.

Familiar despair wells up again. I had come back to share what I had learned, and now there was no one to share it with. At least they had been avenged.

I know the true shock of what I have just experienced will hit me, hard, in the near future, but I... I can't stay here. If I do, grief is going to drive me to madness. I'll... I'll go back to the city, see where I can go to from here. Yet, the city is still too close to where my people once lived, and I don't think I could live like that. We'll see what other worlds await.

I turn away, and I direct the earth to swallow the remains of my people, entombing them safely forever.

Zoned Out

  • Power: Smoke Screen
  • Level:Superior
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
There is nothing left for me among the plains and forests, so, again, I find myself back among the people of the city. A part of me tries to fit in again amongst the bustle of the city life, but it seems so... empty. The earth itself is my eyes and ears, hands and feet, and the trivial matters of day-to-day business and ordinary magic just seem so... unfulfilling.

Perhaps this is what it is like to be a true exile. No, that can't be, since an exile at least has the chance to someday return. I don't even have that. Perhaps I will look for the friends I made while studying here. Yes, that would be good to ease my mind.

I find a friend's house and knock on the door. Nothing. With a frown, I pulse the building, and open the door for myself. I look around, impressed with the tasteful furnishings, when it finally hits me with terrifying force.

I am an orphan. I am a peopleless person. The Nelthari are all gone, dead, slaughtered by the monstruous Fen. What am I doing, admiring interior decorating? Am I going insane? I fall to my knees, clutching my arms to myself, weeping. Mother, Father, my siblings, my friends... all dead. All dead. And this new... magic that I have, the fusion of proactive other-magicks and Nelthari land-communal, would make me a target for the insane and evil people of this world who want nothing more than more and more power. I can't stay here. I can't involve anyone else. Not--

I hear the tumblers of the door turning as a key coaxes them open. I have been so engrossed with my own thoughts that I had not heard him, even when I could hear and see for miles around me. I panic and race deeper into the house, getting out of sight just as the door opens. I hear my former classmate rummaging through his house, and I make my decision. I must leave now.

Reaching out around me, the very interior of the house shifts subtly, furniture sliding a bare few inches, lamps sliding so their light is blocked; the eaves of the house tremor, and wind chimes set outside sing loudly. I run, and the house itself conceals my in plain sight as I dash for the door. My friend, a talented extrasensory perceiver, does not even guess that I have run past him.

I escape without being detected, blending into the crowd outside as I will the house back into its original configuration. Again I am alone, and again I must discover what path my life must take.

 

Restricted Zone

  • Power: Web Creation
  • Level:Superior
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
Wandering again. I began my life as a wandering Nelthari, and it looks like it's my lot in life. Again.

I rub my head and take another swig of the ale. The tavern is a... noisy place, and expensive, but at least the drinks are reasonably good. I hope I don't make a habit of this. Drunkenness isn't going to help anyone. Well, perhaps me, since I'll be in such a stupor that I won't be able to dwell on my grief. The day after tomorrow, though, after I deal with the hangover, I'm setting out again.

I had closed off my environmental sight when I entered; I hadn't felt like wading through the hundreds of sounds, smells, and sights that were prevalent in this packed building. I'm going to have a headache in the morning after I drink all this alcohol, so I'd rather not have one prematurely.

I hear a commotion behind me. With a sigh, I turn to look. Eh. Perfect. Two drunks are yelling at each other, something about one of their mothers. I pulse the tabletop, and the building around me comes alive to my sight. Every nail head becomes my eyes, and the mugs lined up along the room are my ears. From the looks of things, the two drunks are going to call in some friends, and this looks like it's going to become a full scale bar fight. I sigh; I'm nowhere near inebriated enough.

Then I hear a rumble beneath my feet. Frowning, I look back at the men, then unfocus my physical eyes as I look to the earth beneath my feet. Hmm... one of them must be a geomancer. By the sounds of their slurred words, the one with the power to open house-swallowing fissures in the earth itself probably will, over something trivial.

Oh, well. I'll probably leave early. With a brief casting of will, I lock down the earth the geomancer is attempting to manipulate, overriding the geomancer's magic with my own. One of the two drunks looks confused for a brief moment before the other one knocks him out with a punch. Time to go.

As the bar erupts into shouts and blows, I push through the door and make my way towards an inn. Looks like I'm starting my wandering a day early.