Nightmare

[Nightmare]

NIGHTMARE

Audition:

One thousand years of anguish...

It had endured it. One thousand years within these hallowed walls. A testament to what was once a great city, now the final resting place for the most sacred of people. Summoners. Here, the ruins of Zanarkand, many faced their demise, met their ends at the hands of fiends that made their homes here. Those who succeeded and made it through were devoured by Sin. They never happened upon his tomb, none dared to venture so deep into the ruins. It was off course from where they were going. Did they dare venture where fiends were perhaps stronger? Did they dare to travel into the depths of despair? None dared to hunt the weapon that had been the pinnacle of strength in a time that had been a power struggle between two super powers. Bevelle, Zanarkand, and the dispute that tore them apart, making them claw at each other's throats like a pair of caged fiends. Despicable wretches.

One thousand years of death...

A suit of armor clutching a grotesque looking blade. It was not weathered, the edge was still honed to perfection. It was not dusty, the armor and blade were still in pristine condition. As though the dust particles themselves feared the beast that had been sealed within this chamber. However, a fleshy, muscular tissue covered the spine of the blade, tendrils of bloody flesh latched onto the edges of the silver blade. A pulsating orb rested near the hilt of the blade, jerking from side to side occasionally. A scream in the distance, the pyrefly of the fallen human drifting lazily into the depths of Zanarkand until it reached the creature that dwelled deep within. What had felt like an eternity of slumber, an eternity of feeling as though death was just within his grasp...it was interrupted as the spiritual energy entered the airspace near the suit of armor. The fleshy lid that was over the sphere in the center of the blade slid open slowly, as though awakening from a deep slumber. The eye snapped open, bloodshot and tired from hundreds upon hundreds of years of what seemed to it like eons.

One thousand years of hunger...

Hunger that was soon to be sated..ignited once again by the spark of spiritual energy. Energy it had not tasted since it had first been created. Many souls had been relinquished to the blade in its testing phases. Soul Edge...a soul anchored to a sentient blade. The armor a vessel. One could even say that this creature was a Fayth, though it had no intentions of helping Summoners or their guardians. It only hungered for souls. Perhaps a failed experiment to its creators, but the hunger he felt was something that could not simply be manufactured. As the pyrefly drifted ever closer, the eye of the Soul Edge watched it hungrily, quivering with anticipation before a deep red glow flared up around the sword, drawing the pyrefly into the depths of the empty maw that was the ravenous hunger of the blade.

Painful... maddening hunger...

The armor jerked as the pyrefly was absorbed, a shaking breath being taken in by lungs that had been long-thought dead. Fiery red eyes like portals into hell as they flared to life beneath the visor of the helm. The azure armor seemed to come to life, slowly rising to shaky legs. Clattering and rattling steel filled the chamber, followed by a guttural roar of rage and anger. It filled the haunted halls, long forgotten by the world, their brilliance long shattered by the throes of time. A voice rung within the armor, hungry eyes drifting sluggishly around the room as heavy pants escaped the maw of the creature. The armored head turned to look upon the monstrous claw that was its right arm. It flexed the beastly appendage and narrowed eyes slowly. "Soul..." the voice was deep, ragged with anger and husky with hunger it echoed within the hollow armor.

One thousand years of waiting...

"Need...more...SOULS!" the roar echoed throughout the halls once again, eyes ablaze with fury. A swing of his sword cut a deep line into the stone floor, the eye of Soul Edge rolling about with anguish from the movement. Though the anger of being sealed within the depths of Zanarkand far outranged the amount of anguish he felt. It had been created with the purpose to destroy. To destroy the weapon that Bevelle had within its possession. To do that, it required souls... to acquire souls...it needed to kill.

The wait was over...

"Vegna...gun..." came the raspy voice behind the armor before it trudged off with heavy steps down the corridor.

Nightmare had awakened.

Source: Soul Calibur
Player: That one asshole

[Laguna Loire]

APPROVED

Wow I can't say I walked into this thinking WE'RE GONNA ACCEPT A NIGHTMARE because what? What???? But actually I'm pretty pleased to read this. It was a good audition and the way you put Nightmare into the world of FFX pleases me greatly. Take my approval, good sir, and please try not to tempt me into apping Siegfried. Pls.

1/2 approved

[Ellone Loire]

APPROVED

I told you this was great. Part of me was terrified, because Nightmare has always scared me, and part of me was amazed. Because you managed to work him into Spira so flawlessly. I'm going to love how you play him, and gosh. Nice work as always Cap.

Now take my approval and tempt Sei with that gorgeous blond man.

2/2 approved

[Nightmare]

Character Name: Nightmare;-- Soul Edge, The Azure Knight
Age: 1,000+ years
Occupation: Weapon designed to destroy Vegnagun by absorbing the pyreflies of Spira; I guess...errr...Spiran? idk.
Weapon:
Soul Edge
A blade that was forged for the purpose of destroying the Vegnagun, Bevelle's secret weapon of mass destruction. It is capable of absorbing pyreflies and the souls from people. Though it is a blade of great power, one thousand years of slumber has left it weak and lacking in strength.

Abilities:

Calamity Burst
A fiery red explosion bursts out of Nightmare, covering a five foot radius around him and shoving away any that are around him. Deals 1.5x damage and can only be used once in a thread until upgraded with exp otherwise.

Soul Absorption
When Pyreflies are about, Nightmare can absorb them into the Soul Edge which gradually allows him to gather strength for the blade. Though this does not do anything for the short term, it allows him to build strength for the blade to acquire more power in the future. However, should he impale someone upon his sword or cut into them, he can drain a small amount of their life force.

Shell
Nightmare will hardly ever cast this on anyone but himself. Protects him from some magical damage.

History:

Soul Edge was forged over one thousand years ago by Zanarkandites who wanted to fight against Vegnagun. It was a weapon of immense power but there was only one drawback-- it required the energy from souls in order to become more powerful. It is fueled by the souls of Spira and the despair of those around it. In this sense, Soul Edge thrives in Spira during times of Sin, where there are many souls to be devoured and much despair to be absorbed into the very pores of the being that is possessed by Soul Edge.

Nightmare himself was a man of great power in the war against Bevelle back in Zanarkand. A general amidst the army who could cleave through hordes of enemies but who volunteered to wield the weapon known as Soul Edge. It was made with technology that could improve human strength by absorbing pyreflies, which there was in abundance on the field of battle. However, they soon found that the sword became one of vengeance and rage, of hunger and desire that wanted only to destroy and eat. This showed with the general that had a hold of Soul Edge, who began to mindlessly kill his own men as well as the enemy. He earned the name Nightmare from the men who saw this tragedy unfold.

He was eventually lured to a chamber deep within Zanarkand and here, they sealed him so that he could not escape. Over a thousand years later, the state of Zanarkand had become so decrepit that the seal had long worn off, but the hunger of the Soul Edge had driven it into a weakened state, similar to a state of hibernation that kept him preserved deep within the depths of the lost city. However, a single pyrefly made its way into the chamber where he was, a pyrefly of a poor guardian that lost their life while no doubt protecting a summoner in the treacherous depths of the city in ruins. Absorbing the pyrefly, it was enough to jolt Nightmare back to life and bring it into a living state that could make him walk once again.

He now walks amongst Spira, looking for souls and taking in the despair of the troubling times, revelling in the chaos and looking to create his own and destroy Vegnagun once and for all.

[Seymour Guado]

APPROVED

Cap this seems perfectly fine to me! I've never seen this character before, but from what you've provided it really looks like he's going to fit perfectly well on here.

Congrats!