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Black- This is different.  Instead of a punch Ty or Tyra may punch the ground.  Causing a massive tremor,  most likely throwing the opponent off their feet.  As this is done 8 ft.  spikes with a diameter of 2 ft.  will stick up through the ground in a quick succession on a path in front of Ty or Tyra for 25 feet.

White- is not used.

Another use for the Gauntlet is to expell the energy in the palm of it.  Ty or Tyra would hold their hand out palm facing their opponent and fire. The attack depends on the Level of Power.

Orange- a beam of flame with a diameter of 6 inches fires out if their palm. The impact can syringe their opponents and cause serious Burns.

Any other Level of Power- the beam would become rapid fire.  And be able to switch to a punch when needed.

Hell's Destroyers:

Dual wielded axes.  Both of them weigh twenty pounds, top heavy, with an enchanted obsidian alloy that enhances durability.  The axe head is sharpened on both sides of the head.  The handle is made of Oak wood grown in Hell.  Meaning that the wood was grown using the souls of the damned as fertilizer. The strength of the axe depends on the level of power.

Orange- The axes are heated to the point of 100° and can cause minor tremors to throw the opponent off balance.

Blue- The axes are heated to 200° and when struck on the ground can send plumes of flames at the enemy that can reach heights of ten feet.

Green- The axes are heated to 300° and can shoot flames from the axe heads up to fifty feet.  When struck on the ground they can cause a large crevase to split open the earth.

Purple- The axes are heated to 500° and can be thrown at the opponent.  They return to Ty or Tyra's hands at will.

Black- The axes are heated to 1000° and are thrown only.  When they hit a surface besides their opponent they explode without destroying themselves. Creating a crevace that spans from thirty to fifty feet. 

White- The axes are heated to 2000° and are prone to Realm Gap deletion.

Heart bringer-

The Heart Bringer is an enchanted Bow with an unlimited supply of arrows.  Ty or Tyra would simply need to pull the drawstring back and an arrow would form between their finger tips. The bow itself was large yet light weight. It was made of a black mettalic alloy made with the souls of the damned. The string was made of the long never ending string of fear felt by mortals. On the top and bottom of the bow two long blades extrude from it.  Making it double long range and hand to hand combat. The affect the bow does, the speed of the arrow,  and the damage done is determined on the level of power.

Orange- The arrows the bow fires are flaming.  The flames are 150° and the arrow acts as a normal arrow.

Blue- The arrows the bow fires are flaming at 200°.  They create a small explosion upon impact with a 12inch circumference. The blades on the bow are heated as well to 200°

Green- The arrows fired from the bow are flaming at 250°. Upon impact they create and explosion with a 30 inch circumference.  The blades are heated to 200°

Purple- The arrows fired from the bow are dipped in the liquid from the Living Plague.  They explode on impact.  The Living Plague would branch out from the explosion and send needles from the explosion outward.  The blades are also dipped in the Living Plague liquid.

Black- The bow turns into to small cross bows.  Ty or Tyra would hold them dual weilded in both hands.  The arrows shot from this are small but explode on impact.  The explosion is ten feet wide and twenty feet high.  As if a plume of fire was being emitted from it. The blades were heated to 1000°

White- The bow turns Divine. The metal on it turns to gold.  Ty or Tyra would shoot the ground near the opponent and cause a massive crevase to open up below them if they do not move.

Deep Emotion:

If Ty or Tyra experiences a loss,  extreme pain, or pure rage.  They become unable to control they're instincts of the blood-thirsty Omen.  Their eyes become the color of the Level of Power they are. The voice of Ty and Tyra become distorted. And appear like this while in Deep Emotion: A̞̾S̶̬̉̿ ̸̟͒͠H̹̼̽͟͟E̱͎͘Iͮ͢͝Ṛ̻̓͝ ̭͚́̕T̡̳̆ͫ͡O̸͢ ̷̧̘ͫ̂T̨̜͕HͦͫE͌͟͢ ̐͆̀͢T̅ͭ̕H̸̳͗҉R̟̫ͪ̾͡O̶̱͎ͨ̈́N̴̳̓Ḙ̞̊ ̴̢Ȏ̋F̨̊ͦ͏ ̣̘̚H̵̡̱͈͐̇Ė͂Ḻ̨͚ͥ͊L̴̍̑ ̳ͫÎ̴̦̮҉ ̯̲̑R͖͑̓ͅȆ͙̮̀S̥̘̓E̷͔ͪ́N̲ͨ͐T̑҉̛ ̷ͅT̷͍H͕̎̌E͊ͤ͟͢ ̵Bͯ̽͟LͮỌ̬Ỏ͓́͘D��̞Y͙̮͞ ͅF̶̸͍͐̐ͅI̶̢G̴̸̣̞͆̑Ḩ̷̭̾̏TS̨͈̞͛́ ̤̬T͈͡ͅŎ̷̡̬̹̓ ͍͐͂̕B̛̭͎ͦ͠E̜ͣ̋ ̢͙̩͆K̡̯̥Ǹ̙̱O͈ͫ̏̕͏Ẇ͙̻͡͠N̢ͬ̚ ̺̘ͬͮ͡A͇̚S͜͞ ̭̈́͆͘O̢̟ͦU̷ͮR͑ ̵ͪ͢Ő͖͢W̞̱̄N̈.̶̢̱͑̉.̣͂̋.ͦ.̡͔̳ͫ.̡.͌̉.͎̯. ̷̸͗ While in this state they may make rash decisions. Usually ignoring the lives of allies. The Power they have increases greatly. Usually the Emotion dies out within the fight.  Also negating energy with it.

Reincarnation:

This complex situation has been going on for years.  As in an eternity.  Ty sneaks into Hell and finds the next Omen. Then becomes the child with Low Class reincarnation. He bestows his soul into the child.  Sometimes getting new features to his appearance. With this small trick Ty has been living with the souls of The Omen Army within him.

The Omen Army:

This attack is Ty's most powerful.  And can only be performed on the Power Level White. Ty extends his arms vertically to his sides and turns his face up to the sky. He opens his mouth and eyes wide and screams.  A long,  white,  flame extends from his mouth up to the clouds and his eyes begin to drip white magma. Different variants of Tyra and Ty grow from the puddles of White magma. Some have a freckle in the wrong place or different clothes but are all Ty and Tyra at heart. All conscious of themselves and all at Power Level Purple.  They can all think for themselves or,  because they all have the same mind set ,and know the original Ty or Tyra that created them,  they might perform the next attack.

Legion:

This attack can only happen during The Omen Army.  The Ty's and Tyra's sacrafise themselves and gives their energy to the Original.  Once this is done they are at a new Level of Power. Gold Tier.

Gold Tier:

This is seldomly recognized as a Level of Power. Never been achieved by Ty or Tyra.  Once enough power is given to them by the Omen Army they become an insufferable being.  As in,  pain is ignored until death. The appearance of Ty and Tyra are inhuman. Instead of Flames they instead are a glowing humanoid being with no features or gender. The golden glow comes from below the skin of them. The Omen Army has although died,  there is only one attack that can be performed.

Infamous Partical Incineration:

This is an attack that can cause up to 10 miles of destruction. Ty is now prone to exploding.  He stands with his feet exactly twelve inches apart.  His arms at his sides.  He may say some words,  depending on the situation.  Once he is ready to combust he will start to flash a random assortment of colors.  He'll crouch down and leap straight up into the air to a height of 20 feet and explodes.  The explosion I'd not like the average mind would think it to be.  It's a large dome of light that seems to expand and grow.  As it does the heat it expels can range from 20,000° to 50,000°.  Not only dies the heat kill but the explosion let's off gases such as Hydrogen and CarbonDioxide in mass quantities.  After this anything in the reach of the explosion may be incinerated (turned to ash,  stone,  flaming, melted,  evaporated). After the attack any trace of Ty won't be found. Another Omen will be born.

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The actual house: The Iron Guardians guild house was located on a remote island, hidden from the chaos of the world.  There is no set time period nor an exact location (more because it's a universal roleplay, meaning you're allowed to use any technological advances as long as it follows the guidelines of your Oc).  The house was located in the middle of a large clearing surrounded by a large forest, a path cutting directly through it that went to a large town, two miles out. The building was three stories high, and housed a basement. Upon walking into the double doors of the guild you'd be greeted with a 40×30 foot living room to your immediate left, on your right was a staircase. Last the living room and through a doorway would be a kitchen.  The kitchen having the latest appliances (two refrigerators constantly being restocked daily, cabinets stuffed with canned goods, and enough pastries baked to kill an obese mad of a heart attack purely from joy) and a bar that spanned across the wall with enough alcohol on the shelves to kill a moderately large blue whale. Or a relatively small giant. On the second floor you'd find two hallways splitting off into two directions, down each hallways were rooms segregated by gender. Down the right were the female dorms, down the left were the males. Inside each room you'd find a bed, a dresser, and a lamp.  Feel free to decorate your room to your liking with whatever you'd like, as long as it isn't your own feces. Blood is fine, whatever floats your boat or murders your family. That's up to you. The restrooms and showers are located at the end of each hall, if you are found planting cameras or peeping in on the other genders bathrooms you will be promptly killed on the spot for being a jackass. On the third floor is Ty's office, Rose's office, two master bedrooms, and the Citadel. Which is the room used to store information such as  Ranking, Quests, and such.

So, here's what's going to happen, depending on what your goals are while in this guild you'll be given both a title and a rank, both given after your initial ranking fight.  The titles are

Non-combatant or Warrior. The ranks range from S-class to D. (S-class being the highest rank and reserved earning for later tournaments while then others, in order of highest rank to lowest, A, B, C, and D, are obtainable by your required and initial ranking fight.) Whether you obtain a leadership position within the guild is up to you, you must be active at least one of the days every corresponding week, after one week of being inactive you will be promptly kicked from the group unless one of the two Guild leaders have been told why you will be absent for such a long period of time. Here are some basic rules you'll need to follow in order to roleplay in the group:

1. Grow up, no sending lewd, pornographic images within the Guild chat or the ooc gc.

2. If you and another guild member begin to have sex, take that to PM, you'll make the others jealous.

3. No lighting the Guild House on fire, no causing mass amounts of destruction within the guild house.

4. If you have a friend that would like to join the guild, please make a separate group chat with you, your friend, and either one or both of the guild leaders.

If you have any questions or concerns please go to either my, or Taylor's (Rose's)  pm and see that your concerns are met.

The Living Plague under the hound sloshed up, it covered it's entire body with two feet feet thick. The non-Newtonian liquid would block all attacks as well as the blades by hardening the outside layers. But left Blaque open for attack purposely. The spires would hit him, yes. But wouldn't cause any damage for Blaque wasnt even alive. He was purely fictional and a figment of Ty's imagination. A sign of his loss in sanity.  The fact that he's created an entirely new persona within his mind that speaks for itself as well as Ty. "You shouldn't aim for me. He's your priority ya know." Blaque pointed at the Hellhound beneath him. The shields around it then all shot up and thirty feet into the air.  They all shattered into a hail storm of razor sharp shards that ranged from 8 inches to 15 inches long that were still controlled by Ty. They all pointed at Vayn and sped for him at 60MPH. As this all happened the Hellhound reverted back to Ty within the Living Plague dome he created.  The living plague then covered Ty's eyes like goggles and then his ears, mouth, and nose. Ty let a small bit of the living plague sink into the ground and ravage anything living or that held any nutritional value at all. It then would rise above the ground as well as the shards Vayn has made and act like an ocean of black across the battle field. It waved and sloshed around, and then heated to 1000°. It let off a glow but one unlike that of a flame. It let off a soft, dim, glow you'd expect from a dying flash light. Vayn would be able to stand on this as well as Ty. Ty surfaced the black ocean. On his head were devil horns and he had sprouted a tail. His skin has turned pitch black. He tensed up all at once, letting out a pained yell, this form caused him tremendous pain as he was not ready for it nor was he meant to be in it yet. He has went to his Black Flame. A flame that is supposed to be only accessible to Satan himself alone. Because Ty was however heir to the throne upon Satans deathhe was able to obtain this form.  The living plague surrounding Ty vibrated and rised, taking the form of four horsemen.  The first wore a cloak and held a scythe. The second wore the mask of a plague doctor and dark clothes. The third wore thick armour and held a one handed broadsword. The fourth held a large book. The one wearing a Plague mask raised his arms. The living plague seeped from his back as a cloud of fog that swarmed towards Vayn. If it were to be enhaled it would fill the lungs and suffocate Vayn by essentially drowning him. The first wearing a cloak and bearing the scythe unvailed it's Hood and revealed a naked skull with flaming eye sockets. It let out a demonic laugh as it then swung it's Scythe at Vayn, the shaft extending to the blade would sweep across his abdomen, trying to sever his body in half. The third extended his sword weilding arm and pointed it at Vayn.  Behind the man twelve figures erupted from the living plague and flew towards him, leaving a streak through the air.  Once they reached him they'd latch onto him and try to hold him down.  They'd whisper seances from Hell enchanted with spells that drive one into insanity, or at least the verge of it. The fourth one holding the book opened his mouth and spoke in Blaques voice. "Death, Conquest, War, and Famine. Lovely, isn't it?" He dropped the book as a large creature erupted from the pages, it let out a beastly roar as it came into shape. It was a large dragon made of the living plague that flew straight up and then directed itself above Vayn. It flew down at him with it's mouth wide open, breathing black flames with temperatures of 5000°F.  If killed with the Black flames touching the body before death the soul would be damned to Hell for eternity. Or until Ty says so.

Rose sat in her room,  alone in the Jaded Knights HQ, her hair an absolute mess. It was cut at odd angles and tufts if it were missing completely,  exposing a few portions of her scalp.  Tears streaked down her face as she stared nearly emotionlessly at what was once her children's baby cribs.  Blood and entrails along with tiny ligaments and baby limbs litter the space around the crib. Small red flowers flowers grew from the various puddles of blood that were once flowing within her fairly newborn children. The flowers emitted a pollen that floated around the room,  upon landing on something they'd scorch it's surface. Staining it black and giving of the strong smell of charcoal. The once small vine that circuled her arm for a stylish twist has now imbedded itself in her flesh,  her arm now covered in algae that's feeding a constant flow of mama to her plant magic. The enchanted gold necklace around her neck was constantly glowing and burning her into her neck. She stood and wavily made her way out of her room and downstairs. Plant life has cracked through the floor boards,  which all slightly gravitated towards Rose. As she walked out the front doors of the guild she passed the impaled corpses of her guild mates.  Their faces permenantly frozen in the looks of mortal horror. Fenlie curled into a ball, in a far corner as four tendrils speared his body. Matt laid across the outside steps, his body encircled by vines with sharp thorns protruding them. Each one razor sharp and half an inch long.  Blood stained the steps around him.  He was captured within the vines when escaping and squeezed to death over a period of ten hours. She stepped over the bundle unfeeling of who was inside. Disregarding it's presence entirely. She walked the three mile path to the town which was now over grown.  On the horizon amazing flashes of various colors of light emitted.  Painting the graying, dusk sky like a canvas.  As she arrived the grass at her feet began picking her up and carry

rils speared his body. Matt laid across the outside steps, his body encircled by vines with sharp thorns protruding them. Each one razor sharp and half an inch long.  Blood stained the steps around him.  He was captured within the vines when escaping and squeezed to death over a period of ten hours. She stepped over the bundle unfeeling of who was inside. Disregarding it's presence entirely. She walked the three mile path to the town which was now over grown.  On the horizon amazing flashes of various colors of light emitted.  Painting the graying, dusk sky like a canvas.  As she arrived the grass at her feet began picking her up and carrying her into the sky, creating a bridge that allowed her to walk over the buildings and towards the fight going on above the smoke and the clouds.  Ty flew around engulfed in flames and fighting a giant flying Hydra. The air was scorching hot. He was as powerful as he could get and his health was steadily declining with the denaturing of his physical being.  His pores were secreating blood, staining his skin red.  Rose was unable to cease the hydras nonstop onslaught of attacks nor did she try to.  She simply made her way to Ty's side and grabbed him,  the vine on her arm latched to his, incircling it and clinging on by latching into his flesh.  He screamed in pain as a neurotoxin that enhanced the feeling of pain and induced terror entered his bloodstream.  His heart rate spiking to 350bpm.  Rose hugged him and clutched to him even though contacting him scorched her skin. The bracelet he wore shined a vibrant yellow as her flesh melted and his skin solidifying  As the bracelet and necklace shattered under intensity and overuse.  The bonding of their mana now cut,  ceasing the flow of magic.  Rose instantly burned out the bridge under her feet disintegrating and Ty's abilities failing due to his immobility. The two plummeted from the sky. Ty,  unable to see or move but able to speak groaned and whispered "I hate you." To Rose.  Seconds before their forms met the ground. Their corpses joining the hundreds of dead townsfolk. Killed at the mercy of Rose's neuro poisons which emit from the beautiful flowers the bloomed from their skin.

Deidra Irvanof- Dei is a Hitman frequently hired by many. Although her tactics and weapons are far from ordinary depicting from today's standards. She depends on older weapons. Such as a Crossbow, Sword, and Daggers. Although she uses old weapons they are all amped with cutting edge, state of the art technology. Not only this, but her body has been modified to prolong her natural death date and increase performance and efficiency. The only human part of her is her heart,  her blood is supplied with oxygen through components in her neck that act as lungs would, as her blood pumps form her

Species: Meta human

Age: Unknown and classified under global allocations. (Above 20)

Eye color: sky blue

Hair color: Pink

Height: 5'3

Nickname: Speck

Body Modifications:

Sixth sense: Beneath her epidermis (skin) a large amount of tensors have been implanted. Her pores are able to measure the air pressure. Meaning if an object it, per say,  five feet from her. She would be able to have a type of blurry 360° sight and know it's there. The limitations are that this can only be done in outdoor and windy settings.

A.M.A: Specks Augmented Mind Apparatus grants her the ability of heightened reflexes, being able to predict and then execute the typical combat situation as its happening. 

Artificial Bone and Nerve Replacement: Specks body however may still able to feel pain, but if her body were to be severed from her legs up, she wouldn't need to worry about bleeding out due to the fact that the only living, human parts about her is her heart, her eyes, and her brain.

Enhanced Speed and Strength: Inside her arms and legs are hydraulic pumps that enable her to sprint at twenty miles per hour for twenty minutes straight at a time without falter. She's able to deadlift up to 300 lbs at a time.

Although she's as versatile and deadly as she seems, she's very vulnerable to emotion. She's however lesbian.

Named Attacks/Weapons:

Silencer X Mark 3.2- The Silencer is still in development. Always being added to. (Not really) The Silencer is one of Specks favorite weapons. The sword has two parallel blades. An electric current courses through the blade when activated by Specks Neural Processing. Which is basically a remote in her head that enables a neural link to her weapons and internal components.

Bytes- The Bytes are two small CrossBows that are made of silver. They both hang from her waist whenever she feels like equipping them. The bolts shot from them are modified to hold a shock charge capable to hold 1000 Watts. The bolts can travel anywhere from 60 to 100 MPH.

Gauss Rifle: within her left arm a Gauss rifle is hidden, her external components folding away neatly to make way for the cannon. It has three firing modes, full automatic, sniper shot, and Gauss Cannon. The full automatic mode fires plasma balls that are high in speed and only travel effective at close and mid range. The sniper mode fires a concentrated bolt of plasma that has laser precision and

Ty Otakue is a Pyrokinetic Omen. An Omen is the son or Daughter of Satan.  Ty or Tyra in whatever form they appear in attack using their emotions and words to power their Flames.  Simple words and phrases like "I love you" or "I hate you" can give them emense power. Power enough to let them create flames up to 5000° Celsius. But they need to truly mean what they say.  After this is done their go-to attack is A Hyrogliph summoning.  They summon a large circle of strands of words from the Ancient Language Donseheighrum.  (Yes that's real)  The words mean various things like "Burn" or "Slice. In order to use the attack they fire the Glyphs at their opponent at speeds of 50-500mph. If that attack fails they expand the radius of the heat thats being let off them by powering the flame. This needs intense concentration. Which means they CANNOT be distracted by any means. They stand in a trance-like state with their eyes non responsive. Making them vulnerable to attack. Depending on how powerful they are is   color of the flame. From lowest to highest they are-

Orange-easily summoned under normal circumstances. Heats of  400°

Blue- In the midst of a fight can be summoned. Heats of 500-600°

Green-At this point Ty or Tyra looses control of themselves. Making the flame fluctuate between 1000° and above. Yet they are still conscious and ready.  Rarely happens.

Purple- Under any circumstances the heat of this fire is incredibly dangerous and may cause extreme destruction. Has only been executed once before by Ty.

Black-This is Satan's flame.  A flame achieved by him and him only.  The heat is used for Damning souls. It falters between 5,000°F and 10,000°F. Ty's appearance changes as well. His skin turning a jet black and his eyes white slates. Devil horns sprout from the far edges of his forehead.

White-Only active while on the brink of death.  Recoverable yet depleting. Ty and Tyra both appear at the same time during this Power state

After that attack they transform into a Hellhound. It's normal size is 12 feet vertically and it's width is 40 feet.  When in this state the dark soul within them shows.  The bite of the Hellhound is a crushing 1.5 metric tons.  It runs at speeds of 120MPH and jumps a distance of 400 metric yards.

Ty- in this form which is used mostly Ty seems to be a normal teenage boy.  Usually eating some type of candy. He wears a normal black jacket and black denim jeans.  His belt buckle has the initials T. Y. He wears cut off leather gloves.  While using his Pyrokinetic ability his eyes change from the Red-brown shade to a bright Orange.

Height- 5'10

Weight- 123

Age- 16

Personality- Sarcastic, Quiet, Twisted

Backround- Ty escaped Hell at the age of five.  He was followed closely by Satan for years until he finally lost him.  Ty sneaks in and out of Realms for answers of where he can find a safe haven.

Ty- in this form which is used mostly Ty seems to be a normal teenage boy.  Usually eating sometype of candy. He wears a normal black jacket and black denim jeans.  His beltbuckle has the initials T. Y. He wears cut off leather gloves.  While using his Pyrokinetic ability his eyes change from the Red-brown shade to a bright Orange.

Height- 5'10

Weight- 123

Age- 16

Personality- Sarcastic, Quiet, Twisted

Backround- Ty escaped Hell at the age of five.  He was followed closely by Satan for years until he finally lost him.  Ty sneaks in and out of Realms for answers of where he can find a safe haven.

Tyra- in this form Tyra is stronger than Ty.  Her eyes always a bright shade of orange and her body covered in tattoos of historic battles and satanic symbols. She normally wears a tanktop and combat pants. Paired with altered combat boots.  Which enable her to fly.

Height-5'5

Weight-112

Age-16

Personality- Determined,  Well-minded, Helpful

Backround- same as Ty's

Hellhound Form- They appear as a large,  Charcoaled Hellhound.  It's mouth forever drooling it hunts the enemies of Ty and Tyra.  Normally the one closest to it.

Height- 12 feet

Width-40 feet

Age-??

Personality- Ruthless,  Murderous

Backround- The Hellhound itself was given to Ty at the young age of two years old.  Satan gave Ty a Black Flame.  And stored the Hound within him.

Blaque- Blaque is an imaginary figure in Ty's mind that haunts him. He taunts and sometimes manipulates Ty. He is able to manifest himself in Ty's weapon, the living plague. Blaque normally appears in a leather jacket and tore, black jeans and combat boots. He can't take damage and is only used in battle when Ty is in his Hellhound state or used in the Living Plague.

Named attacks:

Illuminuro- This attack can be used by Ty at any stage of his power. He stands erect with his left palm pointed to the sky with a the Satanic Symbol "Illuminate" and his right hand shoots straight up. The attack ignites the victim on fire.  The damage depends on the power of the fire. Both Black and White effect differently.  White causes immense pain to the victim.  Searing the nerve endings. Exfuliating terror. Black damns the victim to Hell. Can be counteracted if the victim could distract Ty somehow.

Hell's Punishment:

This attack is mostly used as a defense from hand to hand combat.  But it can be used as an offensive snap. During a battle while getting attacked ( i.e. being punched,  kicked, slapped ect.)  He may cross his arms over his chest. A round Obsidian disk veined with magma would materialize from flames.  This line of defense is fragile.  Any real opponent could easily break the shield. It has a two foot diameter and four foot circumference.  This is why the shield comes with a second option.  Depending on the power of the fire it's produced with.  The shield rams itself into the victim, only at speeds of 15MPH for the Orange power level. 25MPH for Blue. 45MPH for Green.  And 65MPH for Purple.  The remaining two Levels of Power have different effects. Black creates a spinning, circular saw-like,  blade.  The RPM can differ from 40RPM to 400. And although the blade is made of Obsidian (the sharpest blades are made of it)  it can easily be cracked,  or smashed to shards. White creates a disk that can be shrunk or made as large as Ty wishes. May be used to crush his victims to death.

The Living Plague-

Ty acquired this weapon in Hell from Tyra.  The Living Plague is a sword made of Obsidian.  Crafted in the scorching pits of Hell it is four feet long and extremely sharp.  The sword can also be controlled in other ways. It turns to a black liquid that is able to float mid-air.  Ty can craft it into only the most simple weapons.  Nothing complex.  But if he reaches and power level over Blue he can seperate and create more weapons to no end. Another perk to this blade is it's ability to infect it's victims.  This is the logic behind the sword: Tyra being in Hell created a Cancerous Liquid. One that she was able to control and transform.  She soon mastered it.  Creating complex weapons, like guns.  Which require many parts and screws in order to work. But decided it was not deadly enough.  She put it off until an idea struck her.  She spliced the sword with the Black Plague. If the sword were to enter the blood stream or body of someone, it would first fill and multiply.  Absorbing the blood.  Then it would spread throughout all of the veins. And solidify. As well as contacting an organic substance it would absorb and grow to a larger mass.

Infamous Gauntlet-

Ty and Tyra can summon this weapon.  It covers their right hand and forearm.  It is made of a an enchanted Iron.  So that it will not melt as Ty or Tyra's heat expands to its outer limits. The Gauntlet itself has flaming trails on it that vary in color from the current Level of Power. The trails resemble veins.  But really what it is,  it's the power from Ty or Tyra being channeled into the Gauntlet. Extinguishing their external flames.  And focusing it into a concentrated sphere of light in the center of the palm. If they clench their fist,  crushing the sphere,  it goes into the gauntlet.  Depending on the Level of power determines the damage that is done if you are punched with it.

Orange- 25 pounds of force against said area on the body or object.

Blue- 45 pounds of force on said area on the object or body.

Green- 65 pounds if force on said area on the object or body. 

Purple- 85 pounds of force on said area on the object or body.

Black- This is different.  Instead of a punch Ty or Tyra may punch the ground.  Causing a massive tremor,  most likely throwing the opponent off their feet.  As this is done 8 ft.  spikes with a diameter of 2 ft.  will stick up through the ground in a quick succession on a path in front of Ty or Tyra for 25 feet.

White- is not used.

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My mind is swimming

Its spinning

Its drifting

I cant think, I cant breath

Am I sleeping?

My thoughts swell at the sight of your smile.

When I dream and you're there, I know ill stay.

I took a pill to stay awhile.

Oo oh oh oh. Oo oh.

I'll stay a while.

I'm not okay but that's alright.

My minds a blaze.

My hearts not right.

My tears are plenty.

It's all my fault.

Death is my dance.

Life is a waltz.

My heads full of trauma.

I'm tired of drama.

I'm tired of rumors,

Of lies,

No more commas

I'm tired of weakness

Of pain

Of the bleakness

The colors are fading

I feel like I'm hated

Lifes so overrated

I'm dated

So hated

So wasted

So anticipated

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Lets play pretend.

A game that has no end.

A game that never satisfies,

A message you wouldn't send.

Lets pretend to rectify,

to break the heart I lend.

Lets play pretend.

The game that never ends.

A game that never has a prize,

for those who opted in.

Lets pretend to recognize.

The pain. The lies. The sin.

Lets play pretend.

A game that never ends.

We will never be satified.

With all the trauma that lies within.

So lets just play pretend.

Pretend to smile.

Pretend to win.

Pretend to laugh.

Act like I grin.

I wear my mask.

Ive grown akin.

Strip off my flesh.

Peel away the skin.

Find a labored heart.

For you to break again.

[sp-o-ts]

Learning You

Its like reading a book, but in another language

Lately I'm feeling new emotions

Been smiling in anguish

I know I still don't understand

My frustration will be vanquished...

There's a beauty in the struggle

I hope you understand

Right now I cant be there in person

Cant take you by the hand

Its like I'm walking on a beach with glass shards in the sand.

[sp-o-ts]

True Love

If there was such a thing as true love.

I hope you know I wouldn't love you.

I'd be with someone perfect who needed me everyday, like I do.

Who would give up every passion

every job,

every goal,

Someone with a heart of gold.

The top priority.

Always above it all.

But I dont think I want that.

Not after this fall.

I want to help you succeed.

Be your favorite guy to call.

[sp-o-ts]

Fuck a friend.

I'll sit alone.

And be happy all on my own.

[sp-o-ts]

Natural Beauty

If the stars were all dead and the sky was empty,

if the clouds were all heavy and my tears were plenty,

would you still come outside and watch the sunrise with me?

[sp-o-ts]

Expect Problems

I'm not the type to give up.

But its different when I have no choice.

Not sure if I'm contempt or fed up.

Either way its not like I will rejoice...

This isn't what I had hoped for.

I thought you saw me.

I thought you wanted more...

This isn't what I wanted.

Guess I was to much.

I'm never flaunted...

Maybe you were just embarrassed.

Because you're beautiful.

I'm far from fairest...

Buuuuut

I'm always growing.

My progress showing.

I'm never slowing.

I'm not all knowing.

You feeling okay?

Is your mind still swirling?

You still confused?

Do things feel 'off'?

Should I come by?

Am I to soft?

Am I to nice?

Should I be nicer?

Eh. Nevermind. Thinking of a way to turn a rant into a poem is taking way to much time.

Wanting to speak the way I feel into a void while tryring to rhyme, while keeping a rhythm, while watching the time. Four in the morning. Or something. I'm way to tired for this shit. But remember.

Just try to smile for me.

[sp-o-ts]

Chest aching

Heart racing

Mind restless

Feet pacing

Am I above or over you?

Not really, yet you were a dream.

I'm waking-

[sp-o-ts]

Overthinking

Replanning

Rewriting

Erasing

Revising

Stop postponing your paragraphs,

No such thing as good timing.

Im running low on patience.

The love I grew for you, dying.

[sp-o-ts]

Not like her

I cant love him like i love her.

I'm sorry,

But I cant help the way I feel.

This doesnt rhyme.

Its not a poem.

Just how I feel?

I miss her.

[sp-o-ts]

He kissed me...

I wonder if he tasted the tears.

[sp-o-ts]

:')

I'll put my head to a grindstone and try to sharpen my wit.

Or just bite the bullet.

Cut off all my friends so ill just hang here myself.

I love my life.

[sp-o-ts]

Smile more.

I look the most attractive in a snap...

Hide all my flaws within an app.

Filter out all the impurities, I'm a sap

All my natural insecurities, I wont accept any less than perfect if it isn't, ill take another, that one is scrap.

[sp-o-ts]

I hate my brain

Maybe i just want to have someone wear my hoodie and threaten to never give it back. Maybe i just want to kinda be okay with that situation because i may not have my hoodie but i still have them to hold in my arms. I'm not romantic. I'm not rich, so going out all the time just isnt something I'd be down to do. I hate it when i have go ask anyone for much of anything, so if I'm into someone I'd definitely not ask them for shit. But like. I guess that kinda really influences how i behave in a relationship. I am more than totally happy with chilling in bed for four hours, talking shit, watching whatever movie they picked out, play fighting, or whatever. That's cute. That's a date to me. Having someone I find attractive, and interesting, and smart just be in my presence is like a gift. I know literally no one else like that so I'm just like. Having a hard time being okay with the way my own brain works. I dont hate myself, but I confuse me. I'm a weirdo when it comes to relationships. I can sit there and just compliment them for forever because I'm so good with my words but at the same time, I know that I shouldn't do that because I get really annoying really quickly. Like right now, as I'm typing this, the only reason im typing this is because I'm to much of a pussy to text my ex and just tell her whats up. But at the same time, she has better shit to do. Better people to talk to. More things to worry about than my goofy ass wanting to make her smile or whatever. I'm tired of being me, I'm tired of being the friend thats expected to make everyone happy. I love doing it, but its draining. I'm seventeen and ive already lost myself. I dont get compliments, I just dont. Its so easy for me to give, give, give, but when I never get anything back, I feel like I'm starved for validation. Its just weird feeling like I'm ugly and confident at the same time. I don't feel like I care about what other think, but its not like i know what they think. If that makes sense. If i knew that someone hated me, I would of course just ignore them. Simple. Out of sight, out of mind. But when I simply do not know, I just start running shit through my head. Actually I think this is why my last relationship didnt hurt as much as I thought when it ended. I just never knew exactly how she felt about me, and I was always afraid to ask because she intimidated me a bit. She was just so interesting to me. If that makes sense. Prolly not. Whatever. Made alot of sense to me. But idk. She had already broken up with me so many times in my head for so many stuoid reasons that when she actually did, I kinda just. Accepted it? Like I want to be with her or whatever. You know, because love and shit. But like. I've ran that through my head a bunch to. And as time passes, and I start losing patience, and I begin to remember all my flaws, I just let myself know that she probably really doesnt want to. And now I force myself to listen to Samsa - Komodo a few times a day. Which is all depressy. Whether I'm just a bit to tall, or just to skinny, maybe I'm just not rich enough, or I'm just staight up kinda ugly. Lmao. Whatever. ~sigh~

[sp-o-ts]

I can't help but understand.

Glassy eyed

He laughed

She cried

He passed

She died

All wept

We sighed

Lies kept

Hands tied

Lips shut

We tried

They kissed

He lied

She's pissed

No outlet

Upset

Death threats

Sad notes

Bad bets

No cash

Paid sex

Dead ex

Regrets

Pain meds

Had plenty

Took alot

To many

OD'd

Suprised.

Confetti.

Nobody.

Was ready.

For truth.

Upsetting.

To much.

Can't deal.

Dont want to feel.

My hearts to cold.

Mind is surreal.

They wont stop leaving.

Stomach still dry heaving.

My path in life still weaving-

Fuck your depression...