17-03-2006, 01:49 AM
SOrry for so much of it, but that's about 1/2 of one night's RP in what I am with Josh, what I'd really like to do is teach you all T1 so I could forum practice.....I'll post one of JOsh's attacks that way you all can see his level, he's one of the best astral mechanics/temporal mechanics masters on YIM.
This guy's grasp of the English language is fucking insane....(excuse the wordage but there's nothing else for it.)
(Josh a.k.a Belmont or astral entity Josh) Belitting himself he stood there vibrating outside the matrix of the creationism inside the flawless splendor of presentation. This presentation was flawless existence confined within the prime plane. He was represented as an idol of biblicasy, absolution of duality suspended within the totality of kinetic dialation. An eruption of pillars poured effortlessly around his form. Sacrosantic and fautless this ebony tides twisted, contorting acrossed the grounds like demonic vixens. Contracting features acrossed the majestry laid before him as emerald sheen ilumed off the curvature of his semblance. A semblance self sustaining and disdain within the ambience of the surronding propositions. This being truely was within the probability of ignor
Josh... lcok: ignorance^
Josh... lcok: for confronting such a tyrant prowess. Satanic avatar of balanced with perfection of germinating hybridization of celestial physicality. His resonance neither faultered or decinigraded for it was within a template of consistancy. A continium of changing and constantly redirectiong its compisition. Jovial vocality played a ballad within the warriors before him , the aura twisting and converging around his formulations " Come hither and find yourself within the grasps of limbo" this reciting was purely out of acceptance for the fallies that this guise would hold up. HIs appearance where a bit misleading. He was a youth of misconcepted age. Long slendor chestnut hair that cascaded acrosed his facial expressions representing dislike towards the one known as Alexander, yes they have crossed paths
Josh... lcok: before and it was perminately etched into the back of his mind. How this loathing sensation inspired him to cast recoking towards his direction. The wind pulled his flailing emerald robe, that twinkled like satin, acrossed his thin physique. He held an intuitative sentiment of understanding in this amber eyes that dialted as the sun washed over him. His robe scowered acrossed the ground and dug within the pivoting of his feet as he took steps forward. Held within his hand was a sentient weapon, a modification of a guardian that was an heirloom of the astral plane itself. Along the transcedental base was a magenta color that rode along the midsection and shifted to a crimson salmon that rode along towards the cresent tip that arched like a scythe with studs ,like that of morbidity, that bul
Josh... lcok: buldged from the refulgance of the tip.
(this is one of his attacks...)
This spatial kinetic shield that formed into a circulate projection simply faded from his presence. This plane was held within a network of subdivisions that he cohesively connected himself upon prior to the introduction. Such a subliminal pronounciation wasn't negotiable for it was held in secrasy. His hands were dwelling within the confines of the subdivisions so there were loop holes within the shield. As it formed it didn't override the foundations of a silver string spiritually tied to his ascendant soul. His longevity aspired upon this string and it was surronded by the spatial lockdown yet nonetheless he still had connections concealing outside the plane still, reguardless of the briddle attempt constituting him
Josh... lcok: to useless prowess. The absolution of conscious light that represented itself as omnipotent presence was a directive juresdiction of the overwhelming duality of the absolute, the true god. This transcendetal light poured into his being as infinite probability become acknowledged to his presence. Astral chi poured from synpatic connections of his astral body and broke through the thresshold of the barrier concealing him inside it. Then this transcedental light that was the conscious conscience , represented as the celestial behalf of the absolute, embedded him with new supremacy. There was within his instintanious thoughts a fire, represented as the blue prints of all creation known as the khindilina. A fire sought by fallen angels and demons alike. This fire was known as the holy fire of the holy ghost. The imperium of it's attributes was the configurations of the desin of existence. Manipulating certain aspects of this fire that crackled in his hands would directly influence the corporeality of this females physical shell. Reformatting anti signature lock downs into this fire would redirect the authentication of ones existence. The very being, temporal and spatial would begin to fade from the weave of the plane.
(Like I said he's insane when it comes to skill.....he posts are often considered god modding because of such.....skill.)
This guy's grasp of the English language is fucking insane....(excuse the wordage but there's nothing else for it.)
(Josh a.k.a Belmont or astral entity Josh) Belitting himself he stood there vibrating outside the matrix of the creationism inside the flawless splendor of presentation. This presentation was flawless existence confined within the prime plane. He was represented as an idol of biblicasy, absolution of duality suspended within the totality of kinetic dialation. An eruption of pillars poured effortlessly around his form. Sacrosantic and fautless this ebony tides twisted, contorting acrossed the grounds like demonic vixens. Contracting features acrossed the majestry laid before him as emerald sheen ilumed off the curvature of his semblance. A semblance self sustaining and disdain within the ambience of the surronding propositions. This being truely was within the probability of ignor
Josh... lcok: ignorance^
Josh... lcok: for confronting such a tyrant prowess. Satanic avatar of balanced with perfection of germinating hybridization of celestial physicality. His resonance neither faultered or decinigraded for it was within a template of consistancy. A continium of changing and constantly redirectiong its compisition. Jovial vocality played a ballad within the warriors before him , the aura twisting and converging around his formulations " Come hither and find yourself within the grasps of limbo" this reciting was purely out of acceptance for the fallies that this guise would hold up. HIs appearance where a bit misleading. He was a youth of misconcepted age. Long slendor chestnut hair that cascaded acrosed his facial expressions representing dislike towards the one known as Alexander, yes they have crossed paths
Josh... lcok: before and it was perminately etched into the back of his mind. How this loathing sensation inspired him to cast recoking towards his direction. The wind pulled his flailing emerald robe, that twinkled like satin, acrossed his thin physique. He held an intuitative sentiment of understanding in this amber eyes that dialted as the sun washed over him. His robe scowered acrossed the ground and dug within the pivoting of his feet as he took steps forward. Held within his hand was a sentient weapon, a modification of a guardian that was an heirloom of the astral plane itself. Along the transcedental base was a magenta color that rode along the midsection and shifted to a crimson salmon that rode along towards the cresent tip that arched like a scythe with studs ,like that of morbidity, that bul
Josh... lcok: buldged from the refulgance of the tip.
(this is one of his attacks...)
This spatial kinetic shield that formed into a circulate projection simply faded from his presence. This plane was held within a network of subdivisions that he cohesively connected himself upon prior to the introduction. Such a subliminal pronounciation wasn't negotiable for it was held in secrasy. His hands were dwelling within the confines of the subdivisions so there were loop holes within the shield. As it formed it didn't override the foundations of a silver string spiritually tied to his ascendant soul. His longevity aspired upon this string and it was surronded by the spatial lockdown yet nonetheless he still had connections concealing outside the plane still, reguardless of the briddle attempt constituting him
Josh... lcok: to useless prowess. The absolution of conscious light that represented itself as omnipotent presence was a directive juresdiction of the overwhelming duality of the absolute, the true god. This transcendetal light poured into his being as infinite probability become acknowledged to his presence. Astral chi poured from synpatic connections of his astral body and broke through the thresshold of the barrier concealing him inside it. Then this transcedental light that was the conscious conscience , represented as the celestial behalf of the absolute, embedded him with new supremacy. There was within his instintanious thoughts a fire, represented as the blue prints of all creation known as the khindilina. A fire sought by fallen angels and demons alike. This fire was known as the holy fire of the holy ghost. The imperium of it's attributes was the configurations of the desin of existence. Manipulating certain aspects of this fire that crackled in his hands would directly influence the corporeality of this females physical shell. Reformatting anti signature lock downs into this fire would redirect the authentication of ones existence. The very being, temporal and spatial would begin to fade from the weave of the plane.
(Like I said he's insane when it comes to skill.....he posts are often considered god modding because of such.....skill.)
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