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Post by Jello Sat Sep 14, 2019 6:52 pm





Name: Mon J. (referred to commonly as Master J., or simply, Mon.)

Alias: The Swordsman Wreathed in Flame, "Will of Fire"

Age: Twenty-nine

Allegiance: Mandate of Judgement

Deck Theme: Phantom Fire Guardians over Heaven - As death and rebirth stand at the core of Mon's beliefs, it is fitting he has created an armory of death with which to outfit himself, so that he may put all souls tortured to rest. It is a Synchro deck, utilizing spirits that are anchored to weapons and figures, animating them with their very essence. Through use of forbidden techniques, the user is able to utilize the souls of the dead to bring forth new life, or resurrect even the dead from their eternal slumber to carry out the task of serving justice to all evil, and paving a way to a virtuous world ahead.

Deck List: WIP

Partner: Shiranui Spectralsword (see Bond Ability when complete)

Ability: Imperfect Reincarnation Summoning Technique - During your Main Phase, if you control no monsters, you may target one Synchro Monster in your GY, then banish one tuner monster and one or more non-tuner monsters from your GY whose levels are equal to the targeted Synchro Monster's, banish those monsters and Special Summon the target to your field (this counts as a successful Synchro Summon.) When the targeted Synchro Summoned monster is removed from the field, it is banished instead. The monster summoned by this effect is also treated as Zombie-type. If one of the monsters banished by this effect was "Shiranui Spectralsword" or "Shiranui Spectralsword Shade", this monster is treated as FIRE attribute.

Bond Ability: Dance of the God of Fire | Tsubame Gaeshi - When a Synchro Summoned monster that uses "Shiranui Spectralsword" as a Tuner is Special Summoned to the Bond Zone, they gain this effect, "Gain 100x ATK for each Zombie-type monster in your banish. When this Special Summoned monster would destroy an opponent's monster by battle and deal Battle Damage, you can choose not to and instead double the amount of Battle Damage dealt by this attack instead."

Personality: At first glance, the word most oft used to describe Mon J. would be something along the lines of remarkable. Perhaps it wasn't always the case, but he is, much like his greatest idol, Saint Arcus XV, a visionary of peace. He has wishes to sing a harmonious tune that would silence all the dissonance that spreads impurities across the world. He has little prejudice for human or dreamborn alike. He spends much of his time on the frontier, mostly in Kiora, though on rare occasion travelling elsewhere for summit meetings or some such when the time arises.

He is shown to be quite independent, undertaking most tasks that require attention himself. That said, he is still a leader, and therefore a governor. He will often delegate tasks to others that are less threatening so that he can tend to the more pressing issues at hand. For this, he relies greatly on his four Most Resplendent Heavenly Retainers. They are his most trusted allies and pillars of structure for which the Mandate hangs in the balance.

Mon is shown to wield incredible introspective. Many among his peers and allies will say, "To stare into the Master's eyes is to let him see through the window of your soul, laid bare for inspection." Whether this is true or he simply has a strong sense of moral observation is up for debate, though many prefer this mystical answer, elevating Mon's physical and spiritual status among many. He is idolized by some, depended on by many, and this serves to both bolster Mon's conviction while putting an immense strain on every decision he makes. Though he never shows it, he bears the weight of stress when leading, often secluding himself to his chambers for days at a time after a long campaign or a successful (sometimes less so) summit.

He was once a devout man, faithful in all regards to Judecca, the All-Mother, and still harbors great love for and the foundation her existence has granted sanctuary to many in the past. But he has seen the world for himself and knows that no solution can be found on the grounds alone of things like faith and hope. With inaction comes inability, and so Mon has become resolute in his decision to separate his faith from his mission. The Mandate, some would say, is an off-shoot of the Church who found they cannot idly sit on their hands any longer, while many say it is because they act on their own will, not that of the All-Mother, that they are an independent body. Mon testifies that it may be a blend of both, in many cases.

Backstory: Mon grew up in a small home of foster children. He was the eldest of the bunch, though the last to make it into the home. Many in his village died to a terrible plague that ravaged the countryside of Tananjal. Despite this, Mon lived through the sickness, or rather, fought through it tooth and nail. His body was weak but he managed to make it to the town next over, hands and knees. They treated him and though he was stabilized, the doctors believe he may still carry a fragment of the virus in his heart.

He was admitted into a foster home in the southern reaches of Tananjal, an island country in the southwestern hemisphere. The country itself is not particularly large, but is often ravaged by disease of non-native peoples from other places in the world. Most of its population has become sick or died over the last half-century or so. In the south, much of the country has become jungle territory, dotted with missions and small villages. Mon grew up in one of these villages for several years, and was then admitted to a monastery school dedicated to the faith of Judecca, the All-Mother.

He studied the faith and become a follower of hers. He honed his mind and body along many of his peers, though much of them died to the fatal diseases that took the country by storm. Mon was of the lucky, and how many would put it, the blessed. He was chosen for some greater purpose, he believed. That there even was a greater purpose to serve was all he could hope for in a world so rotten to take lives purely by chance. When he was of the young age of fourteen, he left the jungles of Tananjal and took voyage across the sea. He met with a representative of the Church of Virubis.

His first day within the walls of one of their great cathedrals, he heard the voice of a man, splendid and old. He was radiant and every word charmed Mon further. He was draped in blue and black, wearing figments of gold and a mask of a similar shade. The representative explained this was the current head of the church, Saint Arcus XV. The message he left of peace and the vision of the future enraptured Mon dearly. He ran to the man, seeking audience, but was kept at bay by an entourage of some sort. He was a high-up figure, it should have made sense he would be unable to reach that height. Despite this, he was disappointed.

He studied the faith and became a proficient warrior himself. Karma, he discovered, was a powerful force in the world, though not necessarily one that all could master and wield. He, once more, found himself blessed as one sensitive to it and even found himself capable of feeling... ripples. Words lingered in the world for longer than they should, or an emotion could be sensed like a tangible echo of the soul. Though faint and often fleeting, Mon could sense things in others that were not on the surface. It was this power that would ultimately lead to the Great Schism.

Over the years, Mon's rank elevated higher and higher, working from the ground-up. He struggled against his peers for once, no longer the strongest or smartest there was. There was only one place he found himself above the equal of others; his compassion. His heart swelled and his empathy for others was overwhelming. He found himself unable to keep himself from delving into the problems of others, even unwelcome by them, if he could help. He found himself diverting the course often and sometimes even putting himself in great danger by doing this. Mon was beloved by some, but not all. He became a charismatic figure and a dominant force within the church despite his short near-decade of service.

Though despite Mon's best efforts, change could not be brought about within the system. Not wholly. He could hear the echoes, the whispers of the hearts. Even the greatest body of holy worship was wrought with the seeds of corruption. Mon confronted these individuals, and though he could evoke their wroth behavior, could not change their ways. Their minds saw nothing more than ambition, greed, envy, often of Mon himself. Hate took their hearts and squeezed them dry of love. He felt sorrow for them and grieved for their hateful souls.

Soon, faith did not drive Mon's world anymore. What was destiny? Who forged it? Why did the hate in the hearts of many dwell in the house of the All-Mother? Should she not cherish all her children equally? The world itself was devolving and Mon felt his hands tied for too long. And then, a voice came to Mon. Though it spoke no words, only evoked emotion. Warmth. No, heat. Mon could feel his hands and feet begin to swell with a scorching heat, though it did not harm him. It was simply warm and comforting, like the hands of the mother his mind could hardly remember. Then, in his heart too, did he feel at ease. The voice lingered for long, bringing peace of mind to Mon.

This heat was implicit in its message, though it was no All-Mother. No, it was a god of some other sort. A deity that was perhaps not almighty, but one that lingered nonetheless. The realms above were not for the mortal mind to comprehend, but Mon knew this much; the will of this god was kind. It was this one who blessed him with health, with great strength and passion, and with the heart to want to heal others. So Mon spoke the message of this nameless god. He was, for all intents and purposes, a heretic to the Church. But he cared not for his position within the system anymore. After all, he had a vision, and it was the very same vision that Saint Arcus XV had. The world must be saved...

... so he would become the will of the god of fire. Mon left the holy cathedrals behind and with him followed many who heard his message, many of whom Mon had touched their hearts, healed them, fought for them, and many who had their own motives to separate themselves from the heart of the All-Mother. Their minds were not all of one, but they were all motivated under the banner of Mon J. One who would dispense a burning justice with his own hands. Mon, too, would join The Hunt.
Jello
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