Proficiencies
Ranking
[Notice: This is a mere guideline and NOT a true 100% ranking, as they are ever changing. This is to only be used as a visual system to the entire profile before it.]
I. Legend.
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[■□□□□□□□□□] Extremely poor.
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[■■■□□□□□□□] Learning.
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[■■■■■■■■■■] Godly.
II. Weaponry.
archery
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firearms
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staves
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melee
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projectiles
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whips
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shields
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hammers
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scythes
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axes
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III. Preternatural.
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fire
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water
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earth
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electricity
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shadow
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necromancy
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light
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holy
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alchemy
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transmutation
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energy
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mana
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time
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space
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cosmic
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planar
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III. Statistics.
Knowledge
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perception
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Aerodynamics
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synapse
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endurance
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immunity
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strength
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dexterity
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constitution
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intelligence
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wisdom
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charisma
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relfex
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will
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Chronicles
Prologue
War... The constant endless struggle between mortals for the position of power and conquest. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower. One thing remains is that war never changes. Before there was Pan, there were only two others like him, but even before that, there was a man of Shadows known as The General. A tyrant that ruled with an iron fist and a Mortus Army. He himself was an ancient force not to be reckoned with. Along side his conquest for power stood a very old and very powerful elder wyrm, the ancient soldier, known only as The Prince by many, and Dagarin to a select hand-full. Both of these beings had known each other for centuries, having plotted together much like Hitler and Stalin, these two had intentionally destructive plans for taking over what was left of the land known as Jacmus. A large land mass that resided upon a planet of Eden within the cosmos.
For as the struggle of power continued to wage it's war across the land, it wasn’t long before a man by the name of Hakai of the Jinjuko Empire, whom was also in consortium with both the Prince and the General of Shadows, had developed a way to thread the atomic structure of reality away from it’s universal construct and into the hands of a more skillful artist. Those hands would eventually control and bend the very existence of the material plane at his own will. A feat that wasn't to be taken lightly, as the true power of wielding reality itself came at a great cost. Using this newly founded technique, through trial and errors, Dagarin had discovered the boundless depths of this powers capability. A power that Hakai Jinjuko had dubbed Corporeal Synthetics, the ability to create something from nothing. To ensure the safety of this technique, without it falling into the wrong hands, the Prince had Hakai murdered, and his research destroyed.
With the influence of this power held by the hands of the Prince alone, the General of Shadows and his Mortis Army moved swiftly and confidently through the land of Jacmus, cleansing anything within their path that resisted the new world order. Both of the brothers of darkness, the Prince and the General, had conspired in secret, expanding their plans of conquest and dictatorship not only to the land of Jacmus and Eden, but rather, towards the inhabitable planets within the multiverse. It wasn't enough for them both to conquer Eden and the realm of Jacmus, no, the needed to extend their reach further. While on a self expedition, the Prince had stumbled upon a rather large planet, a planet that would one day become a host to thousands living within its lush and fruitful atmosphere. While his time on this planet was brief, he had constructed a tower upon one of the central leyline hubs of the planet's surface, the Elysius Turris. A tower of unknown material in origin, though it was living, and connected itself into the planets natural magic, siphoning it within its core and use it for any means the controller desired.
Not only was this tower a vessel for the ambient energy that flowed through the planet, but it was also a gateway between worlds. Only the one with the key to operate it had the ability to make the jump between realms. It had only taken a few centuries for the Elysius’ core to reach it's peak capacity, siphoning massive amounts of planetary energy into its Crztyl core. The Prince had a theory, if he could enhance Corporeal Synthetics from it's basic technique, into its Cosmism form, not only to be able to thread the current matter of the universe, but to actually create matter and bring a being into existence. Such a feat seemed godly, which wasn't a far stretch for an elder wyrm. The Prince made the preparations ready for his weapon to be formed, and the Elysius Turris was to be the catalyst. With this living weapon he would not only conquer the world of Eden, but any realm within the multiverse and beyond.
It was their lust for power that both the General and the Prince had succumbed to, it had filled them from balls to bone. The General relished in the idea that the power him and his comrade had attained, it would help him in his fiendish tyrannical reign of destruction. Of course the Prince would oblige in support, though he had kept most of it a secret, having his own plans beyond that of their brotherhood. A decision that didn't please the General at all, for he had suspicions. As long as the Prince was supporting him, the General would have continue his campaign unquestioned. Through the request of the General, what the Prince was to construct is convolute and yet would coalesce into one idealistic reality. The Prince prepared for what he was about to do, what he was about to create, something this universe had not seen the like of. This is where Pandemonium's creation would come into fruition... This is where his story would begin...