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Sailor Rainbow

Mon, 28 May 2007 08:15:13 PDT

Civillian Form:
Real Name: Roxy
Age: 24
Birthday: May 6, 1983
Sign: Taurus
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Eyes: Blue/Purple (or bright blue eyes)
Skin tone: White but she tans very easily.
Nationality: American
Birthplace: North Carolina
Hair style: Short and tomboyish.
Hair color: Rainbow
Music: 80s metal (Poison), 80s pop, early 90s pop, country, techno, Tatu, and Vaughan Penn
TV: Jem and the Holograms, Buffy, Xena, Angel, Hercules, Cleopatra 2525, Danger Mouse, Jack of All Trades, Friends, Smallville, Birds of Prey, Clarissa Explains It All, SNICK, Highlander, A-Team
Movies: Smokey and the Bandit, Lethal Weapon (1-4), Hello Dolly, most anything with Angelina Jolie, Better Thank Choclate, Pirates of the Caribbean (1-3)
Writers: Edgar Allen Poe, RL Stine, Christopher Pike, LJ Smith
Pets: Had a white cockapoo for 18 or 19 years. Now has two cats. Sugar (at least 12 years old) is a long haired indoor/outdoor cat with many different shades of brown and tan in her coat. Stitch (5 years old) is a grey short haird indoor only cat with black rings in her tail like a raccoon that you can only see if the light hits her fur just right.
Hobbies: Roxy likes to play pool with her friends or going to the movies. When she is by herself she can either be found drawing, watching anime, reading manga or comics or working on her webpage. When it comes to novels she used to read RL Stine, Christopher Pike, and LJ Smith when she was younger but has always had a love for Edgar Allen Poe. One of her fav books now is "The Da Vinci Code". Roxy also likes to hang out at the beach or by the pool to work on her tan. Roxy's dream job would be working in a musem or on site an a dig site.
Fav Foods: Pasta, ice cream, salmon, other seafood, Japanese steak and rice, Chinese sweet and sour chicken, pineapple & bacon pizza, margahrita pizza
Dislikes: There is not much that she does not like but Roxy can not stand possessive guys or people who think they are better than everyone else.
Languages:
English (native language)
Latin (3 years in high school and a year in college)
Japanese (trying to teach herself)
HTML (language of webpages)
Java (language of computer programming and is not her fav but she can understand some of it)
Cultures: Roxy has always been fascinated with the ancient Egyptians, Romans and Greeks but in recent years has become interested in the Japanese culture.
Personality: Around people that she does not know Roxy is a very shy and quiet girl. She does not mind if she has to be by herself and likes her alone time which comes from being an only child. If she is in a big crowd and does not know anyone then she can be a wallflower. To her friends Roxy is crazy, funny, unitentionally flirty, a dancer, a thinker, and mysteriously dangerous. Roxy is perfectly fine hanging out in her room by herself or at a museum. Sometimes the simple things are hard for her to understand which frustrates her friend and co-workers but eventually she understands. When Roxy is around you never know what could happen. Nothing could happen or anything at all could happen.
Personal Qutoes: "Pretty much." "Ya think?"
Clothes: Long jeans, torn jeans, jean shorts, cut-off jeans, t-shirt, black skirt (long or short), thongs, knee high black boots, toe socks, mesh shirts, fish net hoes, fist net gloves, fingerless gloves, jean chains, leather jacket
Fav colors: Black, Red, Purple, and Neon Pink & Green
Dream Date: Bret Micheals from Poison [link]
Piercings: Roxy got her ears pierced when she was young. She has worn the same rainbow circle earings since 9th grade but occassionally changes them for certian events.
Tattoos: Roxy has a purple rose on her right hip [link] . She got the tattoo in college when she was 21. Roxy had wanted a tattoo since she was in high school and finally decided to get one after work one day. So she went got a friend to go with her. At the time the rose did not have a big significance for the halo over the rose did as the college she attended had angels as the mascot. Looking back now the rose reminds her of the rose that is on the giutar that the lead singer of Poison plays when they do the song "Every Rose Has Its Thorn".
Present History: After going to college for four years (2001-2005) and getting a BA in mathematics with a minor in computer science Roxy now works at a doctor's office as an office assistant. She has been there for almost a year and a half. She got her degree and minor so she could work on computer by creating and working on webpages but knows that she would be perfectly happy working on a computer even if it is not creating webpages. Even though it is no her dream job working in a office suits Roxy just fine becuase she is at a computer all day and when she was younger she always saw herself as an assistant to someone in some big office.

Senshi form:
Tiara: Gold with a white jewel
Choker: White with pink heart
Collar: Black trimmed with a rainbow band on the edge.
Brooch: Rainbow (shape and color)
Chest Bow: White
Back Bow: White
Gloves: Short black with three white bands
Body suit: Black
Skirt: There is no waist band. The fuku body and skirt flow together seamlessly like on Sailor Cosmos' fuku. Seven ribbons woven together and tied around her waist like a belt and the ribbons are tied in a knot on each end but leave enough for the two ribbons of each color to hang off her hip on her right. (ie. like Jupiter and Venus had belts int he manga)
Back Bow: White
Shoes: Black lace up knee high boots.
Crystal: Alexandrite Crystal [link] The Alexandrite stone is a stone that changes color depending on which way the light hits it. This is her becuase you never know what side of her personality the light is going to hit and expose.
Princess Dress: Black sleeveless form fitting floor lenght dress with spagehitti straps and trimmed with a rainbow band. The back is low cute and laced up with a fine rainbow ribbon. She also wears a rainbow ribbon tied around her waist.
Mission: Sailor Rainbow's mission is to find out what happened to the senshi of this solar system after the final battle. What was so tragic in the final battle that cause the Moon Princess to go insane? Where did the senshi disappear to? Why does the purple haired shrine maiden at temple near her house have a box that she seems to care for more than her life? Who is the man with the long white hair that seems to be following her lately?
Henshin Wand: WIP
Henshin Phrase: "Rainbow Power Make Up!"
Henshin Sequence: As Roxy yells "Rainbow Power Make Up!" her hensin wand appears in front of her. Grabbing her wand her nails become painted a deep purple. Bringing the wand high above her head a rainbow band shoots from the wand covering her chest, mid-section, legs, and hands. As the first band fades to black to create her collar, body suit, skirt, boots and wrist length gloves a second brighter rainbow band shoots from her henshin wand. Like the first band the second rainbow band covers her chest, mid-section and legs. This second band creates the rainbow bands that trim her collar and the rainbow belt around her waist. Near the end of her henshin sequence a white ribbons shoots from her henshin wand wraps around her neck to form her choker and then forms a white bow on her chest and a white bow at her lower back. Lastly a glowing white jewel appears in the middle of her forehead to create her tiara while at the same time a bright pink heart jewel forms on her choker.
Introduction Speech: "As complex as the many colors of this world you will be shown the light for I am Sailor Rainbow!"
Attacks:
Rainbow Flash She holds her hands down together and as she slowly moves them apart a sparkly flash of rainbow light appears. As she bring her hands high above her head the rainbow forms a circle around her. As soon as the rainbow makes a complete circle the light shoots out at her enemy blinding them and showering the enemy with sharp shards of rainbow crystals.
Rainbow Shooting Star Gathering energy with her right hand raised abover her head forming a star while she says "Rainbow Shooting...". Pointing toward her enemy the star is released as she says "Star". The enemy is hit with a multi colored translucent star and right when they think nothing has happened the enemy is bound by the rainbow tail of the shooting star.
Rainbow Petal Huricane Powering up her attack as she says "Rainbow..." she is spins with her arms high above her head as a multi colored rose appears. "Petal..." her her hands are striaght out in front of her as color of the rose changes quickly. As she says "Huricane" the rose turns into a swriling funnel of multi colored petals that engulf the enemy slashing like a thousand blades.
Rainbow Daggers Seven daggers that very in size which are worn around a belt on her waist.
Rainbow Dagger Chakram Made from her seven Rainbow Daggers. As the Chakram spins through the air it leaves a rainbow trail. Upon hitting the enemy lashes out seven different colors and hits the enemy seven different times. The eighth and final hit is the rainbow trail that was created wraps around the enemy bursting into many rainbow sparkles leaving a pile of gray dust where the enemy was.
Rainbow Whip An attack in which Rainbow uses the belt around her waist which can expand in length if needed.

I created the name Sailor Rainbow back in 2001 when I first started having my art posted on 's site [link] and I have been trying to create a persona to go with the name. When I created Roxy earlier this year I thought she would be perfect as Sailor Rainbow. I know that both names Roxy and Sailor Rainbow are not unquie but that is what I thought of at the time. Sometime character just name themselves and you do not have to take loads of time to think of a name.
Sketched, inked and colored in two days.
I keep trying to get Roxy long hair but I just can't color it correctly.
I will go back later and add a background. I want to add a side panel with her crystal and her henshin stick. Originally I was going to make her brooch be like Usagi's and have her transform with it but I have deicded that I want to create a henshin stick for her.
Some of the things below attain of when she is not in senshi form. Will eventually write a small story about her.
Overall I am very pleased with how this turned out.
EDIT: June 20, 2007 Thanks goes to at for the suggestions on helping me write a better profile for Sailor Rainbow. I also looked at other profiles on the review page to get an idea of what other information might be good to put in a profile. I spent three hours reworking her profile trying to make it flow better and make her a more rounded character.

ref: [link]

This can also be found here:

Year: 2007
Paper: Bienfang Sketch Book Professional Series 9" x 12"
Tools: Mechanical pencil, gel pens, and prismacolor markers
Sailor Moon ©Naoko Takeuchi
Sailor Rainbow ©*DavisJes

Roxy as Sailor Rainbow fanart:
YuniNaoki: [link]
mizunosailormercury: The piece was in her gallery but it is no longer there which is too bad because it was a really cute pic.
Sweet-Blessings: [link]
PosesGalore: [link]
jincy: [link]

Other Sailor Rainbow fanart:
Iamymai: [link] [link]
YuniNaoki: [link]
empressdonna: [link]
Chibi-coms (keysha-chan): [link]
etoile2109: [link]
Yamidee: [link]
sailorsisters: [link]
sailortachine: [link]
NekoXiN: [link]
Mew95: [link]
Goblinhugger: [link]
TheJewelSenshi: [link]
songofamazon: [link]
dense2010: [link]
Funnotincluded: [link]

Dear Boys : One Shot

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 07:00:13 PST

This entire story was written just so I could do the third scene/act. It was inspired by a picture done by . Unfortunately, the picture is no longer up here on DA. D=

On a positive note, though, it gave me the chance to use up the title "Dear Boys", which is one I've always wanted to use somehow. XD

_{Sequel: Dear John}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Jaden Rase.
Position: Seke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Age: 20.
Eyes: Light brown.
Hair: Neck length, bangs nose length, roughly cut, straight and shiny, raven black.
Build: 5' 7", tanned, partially muscular.
Other: Both ears pierced once.

Name: Reese Tyde.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Age: 20.
Eyes: Brownish-red.
Hair: Not quite shoulder length, bangs chin length, silky and straight, dark and light brown streaked with bleached blond tips.
Build: 5' 10", feminine features, slightly pale.
Other: "I turn the tide of war" tattooed across lower back.}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

The Pony Prophecies

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 15:34:26 PDT

WARNING: This story contains adult language, brief nudity and it is disturbing. Do not read if you are not with lulz. If you don't like it you are ghey.

Three By Three : Shortie

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:06:54 PST

Geh. Finally did this one. Yay for Edmund's point of view. Unless I for some reason decide to do more continuations, this is the end of the line for the three brothers and their six lovely Wyvern princes. x3

Look! Sex! ...No, I'm kidding. The sex is off-screen. It wasn't going to be originally, but I kept getting interrupted and that killed my smex-things-up mood.

Story installments, in order...
_{Not Yet Nine || Nine Newly Weds || Three By Three}

Fanart
by
_{Ryal &_ Yoru &_ Sehk &_ Plat &_ Aldez &_ Terra

by
_{Edmund, Edward, and Edric}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Edric.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Red-orange.
Hair: Neck length, straight, messy, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 5", slightly muscular, well tanned.
Other: Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Edward.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Fiery red.
Hair: Neck length, bangs fall into eyes, straight, neatly-trimmed, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 6", barely muscular, feminine features, well tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced once. Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Edmund.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Orange.
Hair: Shoulder length, bangs chin length, straight, messy, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 5", barely muscular, well tanned.
Other: Right ear pierced twice. Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Yoru.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Emerald green. Reptilian.
Hair: Knee length, bangs waist length and held framing face by golden bands, straight and silky, pastel green.
Build: 6' 2", skin pale and green tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Sehk.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Pale violet. Reptilian.
Hair: Almost waist length, straight and silky, slightly messy, azure.
Build: 6' 2", skin pale and blue tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Plat.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Pink. Reptilian.
Hair: Waist length, bangs fall into eyes, straight, light brown.
Build: 6' 0", skin pale and blue ashen, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Ryal.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Fiery red. Reptilian.
Hair: Mid back length, bangs knee length and usually braided behind back, straight and silky, orange-red.
Build: 6' 3", skin pale and red tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Aldez.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Black. Reptilian.
Hair: Mid back length, sides in front of ears ankle length, bangs chin length, straight and silky, pitch purple (meaning so dark it's practically black).
Build: 6' 5", skin pale and purple tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Terra.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Golden. Reptilian.
Hair: Waist length, straight and silky, white blond.
Build: 6' 1", skin ghostly pale, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.}}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

Hours of Twilight : Series

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 08:29:50 PDT

Yar. Finally got this one. The final part of the Seasons series, and the one that actually spawned it all. I thought this up, and the rest I had ideas for as a result of this. Saved the best for last, though, y'know. ^_~

Story installments, in order...
_{Seasons Change || In Autumn's Time || Love In Bloom || Summer Storm || Hours of Twilight || The Star I See Tonight || Where the Wind Blows}

Fanart
by Licentious Tea Party @ Gaia Online
_Sunny

Character Profiles
_{Name: Sunlight Days.
Position: Seke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Light.
Age: Timeless (appears 22).
Eyes: Bright, glittery golden and white.
Hair: Waist length, straight and silky, golden yellow.
Build: 5' 10", partially muscular, tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced once (always wears sun-shaped earrings).

Name: North Wind.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wind.
Age: Timeless (appears 18).
Eyes: Extremely pale blue.
Hair: Neck length, messy, starts pale sky blue at top and fades to almost white at bottom.
Build: 5' 8", muscular, pale.
Other: Swirling sea green tattoo on lower left back, side, and stomach.

Name: Twilight Hours.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Light.
Age: Timeless (appears 12).
Eyes: Blue-grey.
Hair: Shoulder blade length, bangs shoulder length, straight, starts blue-purple at top and fades to purple-pink, then red, then red-orange, and finally yellow at bottom.
Build: 5' 0", childish features, slightly tanned.
Other: None.}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

Nine Newly Weds : Shortie

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 09:31:57 PST

This is told from Edward's point of view. Hooray for him. He gets character development! ...Sort of. They finally get married in this one! Though not until the end. Whoops. It kind of raged out of control, and I had to stick the wedding in last-minute. >.>

Story installments, in order...
_{Not Yet Nine || Nine Newly Weds || Three By Three}

Fanart
by
_{Ryal &_ Yoru &_ Sehk &_ Plat &_ Aldez &_ Terra

by
_{Edmund, Edward, and Edric}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Edric.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Red-orange.
Hair: Neck length, straight, messy, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 5", slightly muscular, well tanned.
Other: Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Edward.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Fiery red.
Hair: Neck length, bangs fall into eyes, straight, neatly-trimmed, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 6", barely muscular, feminine features, well tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced once. Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Edmund.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Orange.
Hair: Shoulder length, bangs chin length, straight, messy, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 5", barely muscular, well tanned.
Other: Right ear pierced twice. Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Yoru.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Emerald green. Reptilian.
Hair: Knee length, bangs waist length and held framing face by golden bands, straight and silky, pastel green.
Build: 6' 2", skin pale and green tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Sehk.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Pale violet. Reptilian.
Hair: Almost waist length, straight and silky, slightly messy, azure.
Build: 6' 2", skin pale and blue tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Plat.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Pink. Reptilian.
Hair: Waist length, bangs fall into eyes, straight, light brown.
Build: 6' 0", skin pale and blue ashen, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Ryal.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Fiery red. Reptilian.
Hair: Mid back length, bangs knee length and usually braided behind back, straight and silky, orange-red.
Build: 6' 3", skin pale and red tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Aldez.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Black. Reptilian.
Hair: Mid back length, sides in front of ears ankle length, bangs chin length, straight and silky, pitch purple (meaning so dark it's practically black).
Build: 6' 5", skin pale and purple tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Terra.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Golden. Reptilian.
Hair: Waist length, straight and silky, white blond.
Build: 6' 1", skin ghostly pale, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.}}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

Beautiful Slave

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 00:29:00 PDT

Horus is a male OC that i have loved for a long time. He loves pain while having sex as you can see. He wants to be dominated and hurt. He had a line but it doesn't get crossed often, though he loves finding someone new to always play with him.

More often then not hes tanned, with an Egyptian wrap around his waist with Egyptian jewels and necklaces. He has a Scarab Tattoo on his wrist and a tattoo of Horus's(the god) eye on his lower back. But i intended for this to be rather set in the time of the ancient Egyptians and i know that they might have done some tattooing then but i didn't feel like putting them in this story.

Heaven's Religion : Shortie

Sat, 10 May 2008 07:35:43 PDT

As I proceed to kill you bitches with all the angst. Yes, it's finally finished, though! I'm satisfied. Actually, I'm merely content. Actually, I'm not happy at all with this, but at least it's done.

Story installments, in order...
_{Hell's Religion || The Right Religion || Heaven's Religion}

Fanart
by
_{The Clock}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Damien Mourn, alias Damiel Tourn.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Demon.
Age: 100+ (appears 28).
Eyes: Deep blue.
Hair: Neck length, straight, slate purple.
Build: 5' 10", pale, partially muscular.
Other: Left eyelid stitched shut, as there is no eye there.

Name: Ramiel Detone.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Angel.
Age: 10000+ (appears 23).
Eyes: Pale gold with light blue edges.
Hair: Neck length, bangs chin length, straight and silky, neatly cut, raven black with left half of bangs red and right half of bangs blue.
Build: 5' 11", partially muscular, well tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced thrice. Three crosses tattooed across lower back (coloured red, black, and blue respectively).}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

The Right Religion : Shortie

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:00:20 PST

Oh Gods, I had -so much fun- torturing Damiel left and right in here. The poor baby. I just ripped him to pieces. I really had fun with it, though. I don't think I've ever been this mean to one of my characters outside of my head. I always keep the cruel, sadistic stuff to myself. >.>;

I had, like, two sentences of this to write and I'd be done when my dad went to the flea market, and I -had- to go with him. I spent the entire time out thinking about writing, though. So lame. XD

Story installments, in order...
_{Hell's Religion || The Right Religion || Heaven's Religion}

Fanart
by
_{The Clock}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Damien Mourn, alias Damiel Tourn.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Demon.
Age: 100+ (appears 28).
Eyes: Deep blue.
Hair: Neck length, straight, slate purple.
Build: 5' 10", pale, partially muscular.
Other: A wide variety of scars all across his body, including but not limited to: circular scars where heart and left kidney are, large vertical scar on right side, and barbed wire scars wrapping around neck, torso, forearms, thighs, and ankles. Lack of left eye.

Name: Ramiel Detone.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Angel.
Age: 10000+ (appears 23).
Eyes: Pale gold with light blue edges.
Hair: Neck length, bangs chin length, straight and silky, neatly cut, raven black with left half of bangs red and right half of bangs blue.
Build: 5' 11", partially muscular, well tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced thrice. Three crosses tattooed across lower back (coloured red, black, and blue respectively).}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

Hell's Religion : Shortie

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 10:52:36 PST

Erk. Damnit. This thing is going to have to have a sequel (or two). I -told- myself I was going to make sure it was a real one shot, but I just couldn't fit two shower scenes, rape, and "saving" the world all into a single one shot. So this one has the shower scenes and rape, and the next one will have the saving the world bit.

Oh, sorry for the crappiness of it all. It was written, like, three pages at a time switching between three different computers over the last couple days.

Story installments, in order...
_{Hell's Religion || The Right Religion || Heaven's Religion}

Fanart
by
_{The Clock}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Damien Mourn, alias Damiel Tourn.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Demon.
Age: 100+ (appears 28).
Eyes: Deep blue.
Hair: Neck length, straight, slate purple.
Build: 5' 10", pale, partially muscular.
Other: None.

Name: Ramiel Detone.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Angel.
Age: 10000+ (appears 23).
Eyes: Pale gold with light blue edges.
Hair: Neck length, bangs chin length, straight and silky, neatly cut, raven black with left half of bangs red and right half of bangs blue.
Build: 5' 11", partially muscular, well tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced thrice. Three crosses tattooed across lower back (coloured red, black, and blue respectively).}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

Not Yet Nine : Shortie

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 06:33:59 PST

I normally have a plan before I write, but I made this up sentence-by-sentence as I went along.

Story installments, in order...
_{Not Yet Nine || Nine Newly Weds || Three By Three}

Fanart
by
_{Ryal &_ Yoru &_ Sehk &_ Plat &_ Aldez &_ Terra

by
_{Edmund, Edward, and Edric}

Character Profiles
_{Name: Edric.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Red-orange.
Hair: Neck length, straight, messy, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 5", slightly muscular, well tanned.
Other: Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Edward.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Fiery red.
Hair: Neck length, bangs fall into eyes, straight, neatly-trimmed, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 6", barely muscular, feminine features, well tanned.
Other: Both ears pierced once. Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Edmund.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: True Fire Demon.
Age: 19.
Eyes: Orange.
Hair: Shoulder length, bangs chin length, straight, messy, burnt orange.
Build: 5' 5", barely muscular, well tanned.
Other: Right ear pierced twice. Fiery red tribal-style phoenix tattoo on lower left back.

Name: Yoru.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Emerald green. Reptilian.
Hair: Knee length, bangs waist length and held framing face by golden bands, straight and silky, pastel green.
Build: 6' 2", skin pale and green tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Sehk.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Pale violet. Reptilian.
Hair: Almost waist length, straight and silky, slightly messy, azure.
Build: 6' 2", skin pale and blue tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Plat.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Pink. Reptilian.
Hair: Waist length, bangs fall into eyes, straight, light brown.
Build: 6' 0", skin pale and blue ashen, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Ryal.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Fiery red. Reptilian.
Hair: Mid back length, bangs knee length and usually braided behind back, straight and silky, orange-red.
Build: 6' 3", skin pale and red tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Aldez.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Black. Reptilian.
Hair: Mid back length, sides in front of ears ankle length, bangs chin length, straight and silky, pitch purple (meaning so dark it's practically black).
Build: 6' 5", skin pale and purple tinted, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.

Name: Terra.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Wyvern.
Age: 200 (appears 20).
Eyes: Golden. Reptilian.
Hair: Waist length, straight and silky, white blond.
Build: 6' 1", skin ghostly pale, partially muscular, feminine features.
Other: Has claws. Ears finned.}}

Story, characters, and everything else © Me

Boy in the Rain - Day 1 - Mist

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 19:11:15 PDT

A new story from me, quite a bit different from Princely Love as you'll most likely notice. This is yet another RP, though idk what the devID of the other person is lol XD Sorry.

Character Descriptons:

Nakoi Yakedo, 23, dark brown hair, violet eyes, is a doctor that lives in a big house of his own. Has somewhat Pale skin and is a kind seme. Regularly gives his uke 'checkups' on his health. He likes to dress his uke up in girly things. Likes bondage and his uke's long hair. He is somewhat messy at his home, leaving things for his uke to pick up. Has a good amount of muscles and has great abs.

Kano Taki, 19, tribal tattoo on the right of his naval, long black hair with ice blue streaks, usually wears it in a ponytail and it comes down to about his lower back, rich blue eyes, average skin tone, kind of skinny but not too much. Kind of shy but sometimes can be a punk. Has troubles at home and is juggling college with the hardship of dealing with his family. He likes to cuddle things, he will often sit on the couch and squeeze a pillow, thus giving his seme the idea for a plushie.

Hope you all enjoy! More chapters to come. Please comment and let me know what you think!

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Hate Isn't The Word For It...

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 18:12:03 PDT

An alarm sounded off somewhere inside a cluttered room. Another soon picked up inside an even messier room down the hall. Their shrieking pierced the morning air inside a New York apartment, overlaying the sounds of traffic and chaos from the streets below. The beds they were near held their messy occupants, who seemingly never heard the racket. A hand began groping around blindly for the moving clock that vibrated so much it danced among the clutter. Finally the hand found the clock and the thumb pressed the button, silencing the awful noise. As if it had used up all of its energy, the hand fell limp on the dresser. And so the cluttered room was quiet.
That left the other clock, down the hall, which was still shrieking and caught in its tremulous dance. The owner to this clock took longer than the other to reach up finally and touch the clock. The hand appeared to be big enough to crush the clock, but it simply pushed a button to silence it. Then it fell limp and slowly slid off the dresser, retreating back under the covers like a snake after the kill.
Time passes. The chaotic noises of everyday life continue outside, worsen even (if possible), every now and then the sound of an upset pedestrian or alerted car horn reaching the inside of the sixth floor, brick, apartment. But neither of the homes occupants listened to these noises, or even heard them, they failed to move from the deep slumber both were in. More time elapses.
After a few moments, the first clock begins to wail again. Then the second takes up. Once again the small, totally trashed, but lived in; apartment is ringing with the two noises clashing together. And then, after a few moments of the awful noise the first hand lashes from out of its covering embankment at the defenseless clock. It seizes the clock and hurls it at the opposite wall with terrifying force. The clock is silenced, but also shatters in the process, and slides down the wall to land in a heap of clothing. The hand slides back under the covers and the owner shifts a little, moaning and yanking the covers over their head, burying their face in the mattress.
The second clock is still shrieking, having paid no mind to the dieing wails of its companion. Now the large masculine hand hovers over it again, and then descends without warning, grabbing the squealing clock. It crushes the clock and then lets go, the clock dropping among keys, coins, candy wrappers, and other assorted clutter. Now the hand closes again and hovers, then falls back and drapes over the owners covered head. The owner groans and the hand flexes, and then is limp. Now mere minutes elapse and silence hovers in the air.
The masculine owner groans again and another hand appears, this one with three large rings on it. The covers are ripped back and he sits up, running a hand thru his tousled, thick, silver hair. He stands up and stretches, showing how well muscled and built he is. A tattoo of a black rose flashes on the inside of his lower left stomach, his pants almost covering it. A symbol with a gun in front is on his upper right arm. Card symbols are tattooed to his fingers. His large violet eyes are closed, but soon open and stay drooped. He scratches the back of his neck, while smacking his lips, then stumbles to a bathroom, shoving open the door against the clutter and mess of his room.
The feminine owner moans again and then yanks the sheets back angrily. Her nails are long, narrow, and painted a sleek black with card symbols on them and dice. The toxic symbol is tattooed to the back of her right hand in neon blue. She stands up and has only a skimpy pair of underwear on and a thin, mid-drift tank top with the Superman S on it. A rose signet, looking like cut stained glass of black with silver outlining, in a circle, is tattooed above her right breast. On her back she has the silhouette of a dragon with its wings spread out and head rearing up. It takes up her entire back. She ruffles her thick blanket of wavy, caramel colored hair with multi-colored tips and a few colored streaks. Her big eyes open and droop to almost shut again; one is read and the other silver. She staggers through the mess of her room to the bathroom, where she forces open the door, with a bit of harshness, against the mess.
A few moments pass. Both beings emerge from their rooms and into the tiny hallway where they slowly shuffle to the kitchen without ever acknowledging each other. They get to the kitchen and pause in the doorway to turn and stare at each other, as if just noticing the other one. The girl groans and her shoulders slump even lower, the guy shrugs as if to say its not his problem, and goes to the fridge. The girl pulls out pots and pans and begins to make breakfast sleepily as the guy hands her eggs and bacon from the fridge (all of this happening in slow motion) and then he tugs out the milk jug and begins to pour himself some in a crystal glass. The girl begins to scramble eggs and fry bacon.
She yawns and rubs sleep out of her eyes as she pokes at the frying eggs. The guy comes up behind her and wraps an arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder and laying his lips on her neck; his other hand against her thigh. She smiles for a moment and then her head clears of most of the morning grogginess. Oh hell no! she shoved him off and he laughed softly. Damn he muttered, putting his palm to his head and sighing. Yeah, it aint that damn early! You stay away from me or Ill hit you with this skillet! the girl turned and pointed at him. He laughed again, Like in the movies? he grinned and she started laughing, then forced it back. Yeah, just like in the movies. Now sit down, shut up, and wait. She pointed to the little table with two chairs on either side. He drained his milk glass, then uncapped the jug and began draining that. She turned around, her eyes on the plates of eggs, bacon, and toast. Hey! Stop that, you animal! she sat the plates down and kicked his shins, making him backwash into the jug. Ewww! Other people have to drink that! she whined as he capped it back up and put it in the fridge, then sat at the table and looked at her as she sat across from him. Eat and stay away. She didnt even look up this time. He shrugged, You always assume the worse from meI wouldnt do thatnow he began eating as she shook her head and divided up the paper between them.
Something slammed against the door. They looked up and then at the door in the living room. A knock came next, then another, then another. Great. He threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes. Oh I got it, you big baby. She stood up and tossed her paper over her food. Thanks Nat. he pinched her butt as she went by. Ill get you for that when I come back in there! she yelled, entering the darkened living room. She peeked through the tightly drawn curtains to see the delivery man looking at the door stupidly. Then she closed the curtains and pulled back the three bolts, two chain locks, and undid the dead bolt and door lock (come on! It is New York!). Then she opened the door and blinked at the sunlight filtering through. Who are you? she muttered as the guy stared at her mutely. I-I he shook his head as she raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door frame. I-Im John Withermyer. He stammered out, clearing his throat. Well John, she stressed his name like it was hard to say. You obviously have the wrong apartment. This is Shifts route. She stretched tiredly and yawned, flashing her dog-like teeth. I-I know, Im filling in for Shift today. He smiled again. Oh, she shrugged casually. Silly me. So where is the bastard today? Playing hookie? she wondered as she signed Natalie De Lenfant on the machine for her package. Uhno mamm he shook his head and she cut him a look. No mamms, Im not old. She muttered and he nodded, eager to please. But Shift is uh, taking the day off. He grinned and she gave him his oversized palm-pilot back. Lazy ass bastard. She held out her hand for the package. He handed her the one as he glanced at her name, Natalie De Lenfant? Funny name isnt it? he smiled up at her. No not really. She gave him a blank look, but it was cruel. Then she proceeded to glance over the package. Stop undressing me with your eyes. She muttered then looked up. Well John, once again she stressed his name. Everything seems to be good. So you just run along now. She gave a fake grin and stepped inside and shut the door in his face.
Natalie did all the bolts and things back while glancing at the manila envelope in her hands addressed to: Agent N and Agent K, stamped over it in red letters it stated, TOP SECRET. She sighed and walked into the kitchen, tossing it down on the table in front of Nikolas.
Todays assignment; Dont get egg on it this time. Natalie sighed as she sat down again. Dont get egg on it this time Nikolas mocked while making a face. She ignored him, So open it. He shrugged. No, you open it. She stuck her tongue out at him. Tempting offer, but not now. Maybe later. He grinned as she grimaced. Asshole. She glared, throwing some bacon at him. He caught it in his mouth with dog-like reflexes and ate it while grinning. Stupid. She muttered under her breath, while smiling, and picking up the envelope. She opened it and a silver screen slid out, only about an inch and a half thick. She laid it on the table and touched the Steel Door Incorporated or SDI button, on the bottom of the screen.
A rod slid out of the top and paused, then unfolded into a rod sticking up. The top blinked and suddenly a red beam shot out, rotating around the room. Nikolas and Natalie acted as though nothing strange were happening, Nikolas eating and Natalie drinking freshly poured coffee. The beam disappeared and a mechanical voice stated Room is secure. And then the rod folded up and slid back into the panel. Now the screen came on and SDI blinked in the middle for a moment, then their head officers face appeared on the screen. Good morning Natalie, Nikolas. I trust you slept well? Good, good, the more rest youve had the better, I always say. His voice was calming to the nerves, he was a very calm person. Cool and collected, he was very powerful also. Todays mission isnt going to be a walk in the parkthen again it may be for you two, with you two I can never tell. Here are some diagrams of a house/museum that we want you two to get into. He disappeared and some blue diagrams showed up, then layouts of a very large mansion. Nikolas pay attention! Natalie pointed and he groaned, but leaned over and listened.
An artifact that the Elder Ones have stolen from us is there. We need it back, this artifact holds within it the very map to where ever the hell our ancestors buried more of their treasure. He continued. Not like we need any more Nikolas glanced up at Natalie who shushed him, but she agreed and he knew it. This would be easy, and it was not important. She felt cheated. But thats not what I want yo to focus on. Sure its important, but I really need you to focus on this man and others. A picture of a group of museum workers showed up. They are researchers for the Elder Ones, which specific clan and branch we are not sure, yet. But we believe they attain knowledge of us and are going to use it against us. Some are armed and dangerous, so dont provoke them or even draw attention to yourself/selvesNatalie. Nikolas looked up at her again and she grinned.
The message continued for a short while and then he bid them farewell. The panel shut off and Natalie picked it up, tossing it on the counter. It could never be reactivated because once the message came through and shut off, the memory chip containing the message leaked acid which ate through it and all the parts around it; destroying it from the inside out. Well, guess we better get dressed and started. Natalie sighed and Nikolas nodded. Both stood up and stretched, then headed to the back to get dressed and stocked up for the mission.
Nikolas! Natalie stuck her head out of her door and looked around, then at his end of the hallway. He peeked out and she smiled, stepping out of her room in her favorite bra and boxers. Are we normal people today? Or agents? she wondered and he shrugged. I guess normal today. Well check it out first and then if we need to be agents well come back and change. Simple enough. He shrugged again, putting a shirt on and pulling it over his head. Ohthen I cant wear this. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. Why not? Nikolas raised a playful eyebrow. Because of the outfit Im wearing today you pervert! Natalie waved him away and went into her room again.
What are you packing? Nikolas wondered, walking into Natalies room and glancing at her. She continued to stuff shit into a side-saddle pack that had the Evil Queen from Snow White on the front of it. Shit I may needand why the hell are you in my room? she turned around to face him with a glare. Im not really sure why Im in hereoh well. He shrugged as he looked at her bed. Okay, lets go. She shut the flap to her bag and buckled it, then put it on and turned to face him. Nikolas looked back at her and over her outfit: she had on thigh short, frayed, holy, jean shorts that were skin tight. She had on a skin tight, black tube-top that she was about to bust out of. On it was the evil queen from Snow White again, but it said in glittery, red letters above her: Im NO Princess. She had on black, high-top Converse with mis-matching shoelaces and her hair was left down and hung about her waist. As usual a black choker was around her neck with a silver dragon medallion resting on her collar bone.
Nikolas licked his lips, Shut the hell up and keep a ten-foot distance. Natalies face went blank as she shoved past him and walked out. Hey! he went after her, laughing to himself. He met her outside down in the parking lot, readjusting his knapsack on his shoulder. We taking the bike today? Please! he was almost bouncing up and down, like an immature kid. With as horny as you are today? Natalie looked him over. Uhlet me think-oops! I dont even need to think on it! NO! She walked to their Ferrari and dug in her purse for her keys. Aww come onIll cool it, I swear. He put a hand over his heart and put the other to the car door to stop her. You can. She muttered still looking for the keys. Goddammit! Where are they?! she cried out, her head almost being swallowed by the bag. What? Ohthese? Nikolas grinned and held up the keys. You! Natalie jerked her head up and dropped her bag, buckling it while staring at him viciously. Ride the bikeor I throw them in the gutter. He grinned and looked down at the drain he was standing over. Argh! Damn you! Natalie growled and stomped her foot. We have to get goinghurryI feel my fingers slipping Nikolas almost laughed at the rage on Natalies face. Bah! I hate you! she shouted and stormed to the bike. Yes! Score: 1 for me 0 for you! Nikolas laughed and tossed her the keys. She caught them without even looking; he jumped on the motorcycle and put his helmet on as she straddled the bike behind him and put her helmet on too. Ill get you for this. Ill take my scissors and cut off your Natalie grumbled, but suddenly the bike lurched forward, reviving to life. Hold on Nat! Nikolas laughed as they pulled into the streamline of traffic. He loved doing that to her, because she always grabbed him really tight.
Were here. Nikolas shut the bike off and pulled off his helmet, shaking his head like a dog. Sneaky little bastardI refuse to forgive you ever again. Natalie kept muttering to herself as she pulled off her helmet and stood up. She ran her hands through her hair, closing her eyes and sighing tiredly. A car went by and the boys in it whistled, she flipped them off and turned her back to them. Lets get this over with, come on asshole. She started up the steps. Okay, queen of the bitches. Nikolas rolled his eyes and followed her, she laughed and nodded, Dont you know it! she smiled and he laughed also, shaking his head.
I hate museumsNatalie muttered to Nikolas as they walked in and looked around. Why? he raised an eyebrow and laughed at her. Theyre so freakin quietI hate it! And they all are nothing but memories of the dead and gone; of the wasted years. They give me the creeps. Natalie hugged herself and shivered. Ooohthe scary museums are coming to get you Nat! Nikolas joked, hissing in her ears. Knock it off! Im serious! she shoved him away as he laughed to himself, once again shaking his head. And yet, you are the girl who would spend all her time in a cemetery if she could. Ironic, no? he laughed and she shoved him again. In cemeteries you dont have relics of the trashed past and you dont have thesehorriblewax figures staring at you like corpses. She pointed out as Nikolas paused to stare at a wax figure of a plantation slave from the south. I thought you liked corpses Nat. he commented causally, entranced by the figure for some reason. I do, but not ones like these wax figureswait she turned to him, anger flashing across her eyes. Why are we discussing my fears?! Its none of your damned business! she folded her arms over her chest. You were the one who brought it up! Hey Nat! Wait up bitch! he walked after her as she turned the corner into a gallery. Theyre herego greet our guest
Is it just me, Nikolas started to look around, into the hallways instead of at the junk. Or did you also notice that no ones here, butus he muttered. Probably nothing, who comes to museums anyways? This place probably stays deserted all year long. Natalie shrugged, gazing at a portrait of a woman reclining on a couch. No, normally old people in the least are hereNat, somethings up. He shook his head and touched her hand lightly. She looked down at their hands, then him, he was staring this way and that down the hallway. Ohdid I scare you with my talk of museums? she giggled and he turned and looked at her. No stupid, something isnt right. Im telling you, somethings up! he snapped and she laughed, turning back around and glancing at the pictured. You are so paranoid. Come on, the artifact should be this way. Natalie pointed to a map of the museum and then started walking to her left. Nikolas looked around, then followed her, ears listening to anything and everything.
Oh my gods Nick watch out! Natalie suddenly cried out and Nikolas ducked. She doubled over with laughter as he stood up straight again, trying to maintain his dignity. Your face! Oh my god that was priceless! she laughed, pointing at him. Shut up! Stop laughing your ass off and come on! he started to move, but froze. Natalie stood up, wiping a tear away. What? You gonna try it on me now? she laughed, then froze also, pulling her ears back and listening to the noise. She moved her head to the right, narrowly avoiding a bullet. Bitches she hissed and spun around, glaring at the four guys behind her. Any ideas Natalie?! Nikolas wondered and Natalie nodded as the guys split up and hid from them. Theyre planning an ambush! Nikolas shouted as she ran forward, I know! You want my idea? she turned around really quick and grinned at him. He saw her flash her canines at him, a light playing in her eyes that he knew all too well. Fight them to the death! Now this is what I came for, not some stupid artifact! she thrust a fist into the air, then turned around and disappeared from his view. He laughed and shook his head, but another bullet was shot at him. He ducked it and spun on the guy, Alright dude, thats getting kinda annoying! he shouted and launched a punch, knocking the guy into a statue.
Where are you friends? Dont you want to play? Natalie had her hand inside her purse as she walked very slowly, looking around every corner excitedly. Now, just a minute ago you were all excited to play with usnow you wont even come out! Come on she looked around, pausing and sighing disappointedly. Well, youre better at hiding then I thought, Ill admit. She nodded as though she had accepted defeat. Someone dropped from the ceiling behind her, she froze, picking up on their feet lightly touching the floor. Ello friend she grinned and turned around. Are you going to fight with me? she pleaded and he shrugged, then aimed a gun at her. Oooh, nice toyheres mine. She tugged out one that was even smaller and he laughed. Yeah, yeah, I knowits patheticbut check this new feature out! she grinned insanely and shot him. You stupid idiot, you cant pull that bullet out of your body. She laughed as the man tried to pull the bullet out. Thats ultraviolet light in there! Check this out, she watched his veins begin to bulgehis skin became drawn tightly and you could see the skeleton under it. The deadened veins were already not use to pumping stuff through them, but the light was ten times harder to pump through then blood (because it was thicker), so his body began straining itself. He gasped for air, clawing at his throat and chest, his insides felt like they were on fire. Soon his eyes rolled into the back of his head to where you could see nothing but the glossy white undersides of them. His mouth opened in fear, ready to utter out a dying command or scream, but only a gargle came. The light went straight to your voice box first, burning it out, then it went to your other vital organs, then your lungs, and finally your heartgiving you the slowest possible, and most painful death. Natalie finished cleaning from under her nails and glanced at the dead corpse. Took you long enough, geeze she walked over and nudged it with her foot. The worlds most perfect mummy. She giggled to herself, took his gun and tucked it into her purse, then tucked her own back in. She then began searching for the other three. See, fights to her, were really big games, and she always had to come out on top. Kill your opponent in the most gruesome way, if possible, if not, then blow his head off and make sure a lot of blood is spilled.
To Be Continued
An alarm sounded off somewhere inside a cluttered room. Another soon picked up inside an even messier room down the hall. Their shrieking pierced the morning air inside a New York apartment, overlaying the sounds of traffic and chaos from the streets below. The beds they were near held their messy occupants, who seemingly never heard the racket. A hand began groping around blindly for the moving clock that vibrated so much it danced among the clutter. Finally the hand found the clock and the thumb pressed the button, silencing the awful noise. As if it had used up all of its energy, the hand fell limp on the dresser. And so the cluttered room was quiet.
That left the other clock, down the hall, which was still shrieking and caught in its tremulous dance. The owner to this clock took longer than the other to reach up finally and touch the clock. The hand appeared to be big enough to crush the clock, but it simply pushed a button to silence it. Then it fell limp and slowly slid off the dresser, retreating back under the covers like a snake after the kill.
Time passes. The chaotic noises of everyday life continue outside, worsen even (if possible), every now and then the sound of an upset pedestrian or alerted car horn reaching the inside of the sixth floor, brick, apartment. But neither of the homes occupants listened to these noises, or even heard them, they failed to move from the deep slumber both were in. More time elapses.
After a few moments, the first clock begins to wail again. Then the second takes up. Once again the small, totally trashed, but lived in; apartment is ringing with the two noises clashing together. And then, after a few moments of the awful noise the first hand lashes from out of its covering embankment at the defenseless clock. It seizes the clock and hurls it at the opposite wall with terrifying force. The clock is silenced, but also shatters in the process, and slides down the wall to land in a heap of clothing. The hand slides back under the covers and the owner shifts a little, moaning and yanking the covers over their head, burying their face in the mattress.
The second clock is still shrieking, having paid no mind to the dieing wails of its companion. Now the large masculine hand hovers over it again, and then descends without warning, grabbing the squealing clock. It crushes the clock and then lets go, the clock dropping among keys, coins, candy wrappers, and other assorted clutter. Now the hand closes again and hovers, then falls back and drapes over the owners covered head. The owner groans and the hand flexes, and then is limp. Now mere minutes elapse and silence hovers in the air.
The masculine owner groans again and another hand appears, this one with three large rings on it. The covers are ripped back and he sits up, running a hand thru his tousled, thick, silver hair. He stands up and stretches, showing how well muscled and built he is. A tattoo of a black rose flashes on the inside of his lower left stomach, his pants almost covering it. A symbol with a gun in front is on his upper right arm. Card symbols are tattooed to his fingers. His large violet eyes are closed, but soon open and stay drooped. He scratches the back of his neck, while smacking his lips, then stumbles to a bathroom, shoving open the door against the clutter and mess of his room.
The feminine owner moans again and then yanks the sheets back angrily. Her nails are long, narrow, and painted a sleek black with card symbols on them and dice. The toxic symbol is tattooed to the back of her right hand in neon blue. She stands up and has only a skimpy pair of underwear on and a thin, mid-drift tank top with the Superman S on it. A rose signet, looking like cut stained glass of black with silver outlining, in a circle, is tattooed above her right breast. On her back she has the silhouette of a dragon with its wings spread out and head rearing up. It takes up her entire back. She ruffles her thick blanket of wavy, caramel colored hair with multi-colored tips and a few colored streaks. Her big eyes open and droop to almost shut again; one is read and the other silver. She staggers through the mess of her room to the bathroom, where she forces open the door, with a bit of harshness, against the mess.
A few moments pass. Both beings emerge from their rooms and into the tiny hallway where they slowly shuffle to the kitchen without ever acknowledging each other. They get to the kitchen and pause in the doorway to turn and stare at each other, as if just noticing the other one. The girl groans and her shoulders slump even lower, the guy shrugs as if to say its not his problem, and goes to the fridge. The girl pulls out pots and pans and begins to make breakfast sleepily as the guy hands her eggs and bacon from the fridge (all of this happening in slow motion) and then he tugs out the milk jug and begins to pour himself some in a crystal glass. The girl begins to scramble eggs and fry bacon.
She yawns and rubs sleep out of her eyes as she pokes at the frying eggs. The guy comes up behind her and wraps an arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder and laying his lips on her neck; his other hand against her thigh. She smiles for a moment and then her head clears of most of the morning grogginess. Oh hell no! she shoved him off and he laughed softly. Damn he muttered, putting his palm to his head and sighing. Yeah, it aint that damn early! You stay away from me or Ill hit you with this skillet! the girl turned and pointed at him. He laughed again, Like in the movies? he grinned and she started laughing, then forced it back. Yeah, just like in the movies. Now sit down, shut up, and wait. She pointed to the little table with two chairs on either side. He drained his milk glass, then uncapped the jug and began draining that. She turned around, her eyes on the plates of eggs, bacon, and toast. Hey! Stop that, you animal! she sat the plates down and kicked his shins, making him backwash into the jug. Ewww! Other people have to drink that! she whined as he capped it back up and put it in the fridge, then sat at the table and looked at her as she sat across from him. Eat and stay away. She didnt even look up this time. He shrugged, You always assume the worse from meI wouldnt do thatnow he began eating as she shook her head and divided up the paper between them.
Something slammed against the door. They looked up and then at the door in the living room. A knock came next, then another, then another. Great. He threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes. Oh I got it, you big baby. She stood up and tossed her paper over her food. Thanks Nat. he pinched her butt as she went by. Ill get you for that when I come back in there! she yelled, entering the darkened living room. She peeked through the tightly drawn curtains to see the delivery man looking at the door stupidly. Then she closed the curtains and pulled back the three bolts, two chain locks, and undid the dead bolt and door lock (come on! It is New York!). Then she opened the door and blinked at the sunlight filtering through. Who are you? she muttered as the guy stared at her mutely. I-I he shook his head as she raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door frame. I-Im John Withermyer. He stammered out, clearing his throat. Well John, she stressed his name like it was hard to say. You obviously have the wrong apartment. This is Shifts route. She stretched tiredly and yawned, flashing her dog-like teeth. I-I know, Im filling in for Shift today. He smiled again. Oh, she shrugged casually. Silly me. So where is the bastard today? Playing hookie? she wondered as she signed Natalie De Lenfant on the machine for her package. Uhno mamm he shook his head and she cut him a look. No mamms, Im not old. She muttered and he nodded, eager to please. But Shift is uh, taking the day off. He grinned and she gave him his oversized palm-pilot back. Lazy ass bastard. She held out her hand for the package. He handed her the one as he glanced at her name, Natalie De Lenfant? Funny name isnt it? he smiled up at her. No not really. She gave him a blank look, but it was cruel. Then she proceeded to glance over the package. Stop undressing me with your eyes. She muttered then looked up. Well John, once again she stressed his name. Everything seems to be good. So you just run along now. She gave a fake grin and stepped inside and shut the door in his face.
Natalie did all the bolts and things back while glancing at the manila envelope in her hands addressed to: Agent N and Agent K, stamped over it in red letters it stated, TOP SECRET. She sighed and walked into the kitchen, tossing it down on the table in front of Nikolas.
Todays assignment; Dont get egg on it this time. Natalie sighed as she sat down again. Dont get egg on it this time Nikolas mocked while making a face. She ignored him, So open it. He shrugged. No, you open it. She stuck her tongue out at him. Tempting offer, but not now. Maybe later. He grinned as she grimaced. Asshole. She glared, throwing some bacon at him. He caught it in his mouth with dog-like reflexes and ate it while grinning. Stupid. She muttered under her breath, while smiling, and picking up the envelope. She opened it and a silver screen slid out, only about an inch and a half thick. She laid it on the table and touched the Steel Door Incorporated or SDI button, on the bottom of the screen.
A rod slid out of the top and paused, then unfolded into a rod sticking up. The top blinked and suddenly a red beam shot out, rotating around the room. Nikolas and Natalie acted as though nothing strange were happening, Nikolas eating and Natalie drinking freshly poured coffee. The beam disappeared and a mechanical voice stated Room is secure. And then the rod folded up and slid back into the panel. Now the screen came on and SDI blinked in the middle for a moment, then their head officers face appeared on the screen. Good morning Natalie, Nikolas. I trust you slept well? Good, good, the more rest youve had the better, I always say. His voice was calming to the nerves, he was a very calm person. Cool and collected, he was very powerful also. Todays mission isnt going to be a walk in the parkthen again it may be for you two, with you two I can never tell. Here are some diagrams of a house/museum that we want you two to get into. He disappeared and some blue diagrams showed up, then layouts of a very large mansion. Nikolas pay attention! Natalie pointed and he groaned, but leaned over and listened.
An artifact that the Elder Ones have stolen from us is there. We need it back, this artifact holds within it the very map to where ever the hell our ancestors buried more of their treasure. He continued. Not like we need any more Nikolas glanced up at Natalie who shushed him, but she agreed and he knew it. This would be easy, and it was not important. She felt cheated. But thats not what I want yo to focus on. Sure its important, but I really need you to focus on this man and others. A picture of a group of museum workers showed up. They are researchers for the Elder Ones, which specific clan and branch we are not sure, yet. But we believe they attain knowledge of us and are going to use it against us. Some are armed and dangerous, so dont provoke them or even draw attention to yourself/selvesNatalie. Nikolas looked up at her again and she grinned.
The message continued for a short while and then he bid them farewell. The panel shut off and Natalie picked it up, tossing it on the counter. It could never be reactivated because once the message came through and shut off, the memory chip containing the message leaked acid which ate through it and all the parts around it; destroying it from the inside out. Well, guess we better get dressed and started. Natalie sighed and Nikolas nodded. Both stood up and stretched, then headed to the back to get dressed and stocked up for the mission.
Nikolas! Natalie stuck her head out of her door and looked around, then at his end of the hallway. He peeked out and she smiled, stepping out of her room in her favorite bra and boxers. Are we normal people today? Or agents? she wondered and he shrugged. I guess normal today. Well check it out first and then if we need to be agents well come back and change. Simple enough. He shrugged again, putting a shirt on and pulling it over his head. Ohthen I cant wear this. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. Why not? Nikolas raised a playful eyebrow. Because of the outfit Im wearing today you pervert! Natalie waved him away and went into her room again.
What are you packing? Nikolas wondered, walking into Natalies room and glancing at her. She continued to stuff shit into a side-saddle pack that had the Evil Queen from Snow White on the front of it. Shit I may needand why the hell are you in my room? she turned around to face him with a glare. Im not really sure why Im in hereoh well. He shrugged as he looked at her bed. Okay, lets go. She shut the flap to her bag and buckled it, then put it on and turned to face him. Nikolas looked back at her and over her outfit: she had on thigh short, frayed, holy, jean shorts that were skin tight. She had on a skin tight, black tube-top that she was about to bust out of. On it was the evil queen from Snow White again, but it said in glittery, red letters above her: Im NO Princess. She had on black, high-top Converse with mis-matching shoelaces and her hair was left down and hung about her waist. As usual a black choker was around her neck with a silver dragon medallion resting on her collar bone.
Nikolas licked his lips, Shut the hell up and keep a ten-foot distance. Natalies face went blank as she shoved past him and walked out. Hey! he went after her, laughing to himself. He met her outside down in the parking lot, readjusting his knapsack on his shoulder. We taking the bike today? Please! he was almost bouncing up and down, like an immature kid. With as horny as you are today? Natalie looked him over. Uhlet me think-oops! I dont even need to think on it! NO! She walked to their Ferrari and dug in her purse for her keys. Aww come onIll cool it, I swear. He put a hand over his heart and put the other to the car door to stop her. You can. She muttered still looking for the keys. Goddammit! Where are they?! she cried out, her head almost being swallowed by the bag. What? Ohthese? Nikolas grinned and held up the keys. You! Natalie jerked her head up and dropped her bag, buckling it while staring at him viciously. Ride the bikeor I throw them in the gutter. He grinned and looked down at the drain he was standing over. Argh! Damn you! Natalie growled and stomped her foot. We have to get goinghurryI feel my fingers slipping Nikolas almost laughed at the rage on Natalies face. Bah! I hate you! she shouted and stormed to the bike. Yes! Score: 1 for me 0 for you! Nikolas laughed and tossed her the keys. She caught them without even looking; he jumped on the motorcycle and put his helmet on as she straddled the bike behind him and put her helmet on too. Ill get you for this. Ill take my scissors and cut off your Natalie grumbled, but suddenly the bike lurched forward, reviving to life. Hold on Nat! Nikolas laughed as they pulled into the streamline of traffic. He loved doing that to her, because she always grabbed him really tight.
Were here. Nikolas shut the bike off and pulled off his helmet, shaking his head like a dog. Sneaky little bastardI refuse to forgive you ever again. Natalie kept muttering to herself as she pulled off her helmet and stood up. She ran her hands through her hair, closing her eyes and sighing tiredly. A car went by and the boys in it whistled, she flipped them off and turned her back to them. Lets get this over with, come on asshole. She started up the steps. Okay, queen of the bitches. Nikolas rolled his eyes and followed her, she laughed and nodded, Dont you know it! she smiled and he laughed also, shaking his head.
I hate museumsNatalie muttered to Nikolas as they walked in and looked around. Why? he raised an eyebrow and laughed at her. Theyre so freakin quietI hate it! And they all are nothing but memories of the dead and gone; of the wasted years. They give me the creeps. Natalie hugged herself and shivered. Ooohthe scary museums are coming to get you Nat! Nikolas joked, hissing in her ears. Knock it off! Im serious! she shoved him away as he laughed to himself, once again shaking his head. And yet, you are the girl who would spend all her time in a cemetery if she could. Ironic, no? he laughed and she shoved him again. In cemeteries you dont have relics of the trashed past and you dont have thesehorriblewax figures staring at you like corpses. She pointed out as Nikolas paused to stare at a wax figure of a plantation slave from the south. I thought you liked corpses Nat. he commented causally, entranced by the figure for some reason. I do, but not ones like these wax figureswait she turned to him, anger flashing across her eyes. Why are we discussing my fears?! Its none of your damned business! she folded her arms over her chest. You were the one who brought it up! Hey Nat! Wait up bitch! he walked after her as she turned the corner into a gallery. Theyre herego greet our guest
Is it just me, Nikolas started to look around, into the hallways instead of at the junk. Or did you also notice that no ones here, butus he muttered. Probably nothing, who comes to museums anyways? This place probably stays deserted all year long. Natalie shrugged, gazing at a portrait of a woman reclining on a couch. No, normally old people in the least are hereNat, somethings up. He shook his head and touched her hand lightly. She looked down at their hands, then him, he was staring this way and that down the hallway. Ohdid I scare you with my talk of museums? she giggled and he turned and looked at her. No stupid, something isnt right. Im telling you, somethings up! he snapped and she laughed, turning back around and glancing at the pictured. You are so paranoid. Come on, the artifact should be this way. Natalie pointed to a map of the museum and then started walking to her left. Nikolas looked around, then followed her, ears listening to anything and everything.
Oh my gods Nick watch out! Natalie suddenly cried out and Nikolas ducked. She doubled over with laughter as he stood up straight again, trying to maintain his dignity. Your face! Oh my god that was priceless! she laughed, pointing at him. Shut up! Stop laughing your ass off and come on! he started to move, but froze. Natalie stood up, wiping a tear away. What? You gonna try it on me now? she laughed, then froze also, pulling her ears back and listening to the noise. She moved her head to the right, narrowly avoiding a bullet. Bitches she hissed and spun around, glaring at the four guys behind her. Any ideas Natalie?! Nikolas wondered and Natalie nodded as the guys split up and hid from them. Theyre planning an ambush! Nikolas shouted as she ran forward, I know! You want my idea? she turned around really quick and grinned at him. He saw her flash her canines at him, a light playing in her eyes that he knew all too well. Fight them to the death! Now this is what I came for, not some stupid artifact! she thrust a fist into the air, then turned around and disappeared from his view. He laughed and shook his head, but another bullet was shot at him. He ducked it and spun on the guy, Alright dude, thats getting kinda annoying! he shouted and launched a punch, knocking the guy into a statue.
Where are you friends? Dont you want to play? Natalie had her hand inside her purse as she walked very slowly, looking around every corner excitedly. Now, just a minute ago you were all excited to play with usnow you wont even come out! Come on she looked around, pausing and sighing disappointedly. Well, youre better at hiding then I thought, Ill admit. She nodded as though she had accepted defeat. Someone dropped from the ceiling behind her, she froze, picking up on their feet lightly touching the floor. Ello friend she grinned and turned around. Are you going to fight with me? she pleaded and he shrugged, then aimed a gun at her. Oooh, nice toyheres mine. She tugged out one that was even smaller and he laughed. Yeah, yeah, I knowits patheticbut check this new feature out! she grinned insanely and shot him. You stupid idiot, you cant pull that bullet out of your body. She laughed as the man tried to pull the bullet out. Thats ultraviolet light in there! Check this out, she watched his veins begin to bulgehis skin became drawn tightly and you could see the skeleton under it. The deadened veins were already not use to pumping stuff through them, but the light was ten times harder to pump through then blood (because it was thicker), so his body began straining itself. He gasped for air, clawing at his throat and chest, his insides felt like they were on fire. Soon his eyes rolled into the back of his head to where you could see nothing but the glossy white undersides of them. His mouth opened in fear, ready to utter out a dying command or scream, but only a gargle came. The light went straight to your voice box first, burning it out, then it went to your other vital organs, then your lungs, and finally your heartgiving you the slowest possible, and most painful death. Natalie finished cleaning from under her nails and glanced at the dead corpse. Took you long enough, geeze she walked over and nudged it with her foot. The worlds most perfect mummy. She giggled to herself, took his gun and tucked it into her purse, then tucked her own back in. She then began searching for the other three. See, fights to her, were really big games, and she always had to come out on top. Kill your opponent in the most gruesome way, if possible, if not, then blow his head off and make sure a lot of blood is spilled.
To Be Continued

Invisible Obsessive

Thu, 24 Feb 2011 17:39:11 PST

Don't download or read this document. It is long and rambling.

Below is the final conclusion to the document, so you don't have to read it.

"Exactly what can you get away with when using the Unseen Servant spell?"

Open or close:
*open a door, drawer, lid, or simmular item
*an animal cage
*Open a treasure chest
*Taking the brunt of the trap, whatever it may be
*Close a door over and over again (cutting off the monsters as they come through a door)
*close book or roll up a scroll
*shut the hood on a lantern
*Lock a lock (with a key)
*Open a lock (with a key)
*If a 1' diameter hole can be found or bored through a wall, cast or send the US to the other side to unlock the door

Clean:
*Rub the lamp
*Scrape green slime off something
*clean (may designate an "area" to clean)
*Wash clothes
*laundry and ironing
*shine shoes (shoes not currently being worn)
*shine silverware
*sweep a chimney
*Polish armor (armor not currently being worn)

Moving things around:
*Lift and move any unattended object under 20lb
Fetch:
a foe's unattended and disarmed weapon,
Pick up MY disarmed weapon so I don't provoke AOO, then hand it to me
an unconcious foe's magic item
a shot arrow,
the enemy's standard,
rubble or caltrops from the floor
soak up oil with a rag
gather firewood
Lugging water buckets of hot water to fill a tub
food from the kitchen
other people's gold
keys for the jail you're stuck in
Send:
a healing potion to a hurt character
a pebble with Darkenss
or Silence cast on it,
a torch to light the room
pour a pint of oil on a square
Sow a square with caltrops
spread chalk dust or flour to help detect invisible creatures
Stack small boxes or kegs
a collection plate
Wait tables - delivering food
pour acid on a square (where there is an object)
Pour ink on a square (where there is a garment)
Pour water on a square (where there are plants)
pour a bucket of water on a square (where there is a fire)
Take water from a spring and pour it into a square inside the giant 5' wide cauldron over and over again
*Drag
Fetch:
a treasure chest (Up to 100lb)
Send:
100lb of rocks to a square to dump out and make it difficult terrain

Holding items:
*Hold a sign that says, "If the wizard who created me is taken more than 25ft away from me, this sign will fall to the ground." Or as an indirect threat: "If this sign falls to the ground, kill the hostages." (As I have been killed or dragged more than 25' away from this area)
*Hold a sign that says, "I am invisible"
*Hold a sword, and a sign that says, "I am an invisible something and I'm going to kill you."
*Hold a sign that says, "I am mindless"
*Hold a sign that says, "I will disappear in 1 hour"
*Heel with the caster, carrying or dragging its load
*Hold a sign that says, "You can't kill me"
*Hold an umbrella
*Hold a mirror

Carting around:
*Cart 400lb - cart 200lb. and treasure

Moving furniture:
*Knock over a table to help with cover
*Knock over normal furniture
*hold a chair for someone to sit in
*Pull a chair out from under someone about to sit
*Roll up a carpet
*dump over a chamber pot
*tug on random wall sconces or books in a shelf to desperately hope to trigger a secret door
*raise a ladder against a castle wall
*Hang curtains

Ignoring effects that affect living, corporeal creatures, but do not damage:
*Carry a rope to the burly fighter stuck in the poison cloud
*Fetch something from a smoke-filled room
*ignore entangling effects while moving... (aid another to escape?)
*ignore grease effects while moving... (aid another to balance?)
*carry the Stinkiest Thing Ever

Mending:
*mend a wooden spoon (DC 5: "Very Simple:" Wooden Spoon mend 31cp/hour
*mend a metal pot or tattoo (DC 10: "Typical:" Metal Pot, Tattoo mend 62cp/hour
*Sharpen a sword

Shovelling:
*Digging in loose soil (or making an earthen berm) per 5'X5'x5' or 2,000 lb area:
By hand: 20 minutes (100lb/minute)
With shovel: 10 minutes (200lb/minute)
*shovel snow
*rake leaves

Find traps:
*Lead the party, pressing against any tripwires
*Drag 100lb - rocks to set off a trap
*Cart 400lb - 200lbs in a 200lb cart to set off a trap
*throw a lever

Activate a trap and working mechanical effects:
*At silent command from its master, pull a certain lever to send a crushing block into a PC
*Reset a trap
*heat a fire with a bellows
*ignite a smokestick (concealment)
*strike a sunrod (light)
*Light a fire with a tindertwig
*use a magnifying glass to light a fire
*tip a merchant's scale one way or the other
*douse a candle
*toss and drag a fishing net
*row a boat
*Load a light crossbow (provoking AOO, but can only be stopped if "disarm" or "sunder" is used)
*fold a net
*Lower an anchor
*Raise an anchor (with a capstan)

Sort:
*pick similar coins out of a pile

Bluffing with the US:
*Push a rock around on the ground, and caster says, "It's possessed! Run!"
*Push a toy around on the floor "It's my rat familiar, delivering a poison touch to you!"
*Carry a puppet and make it move in a lifelike fasion. "The puppet is alive!"
*Carry a skeleton held together with wires and make it move in a lifelike fasion. "Run! Skeleton!"
*Have it swing around a sword, provoking bad guys to try to attack the "invisible foe"
*Flourish nunchaku or other exotic weapon in a menacing display
*Carry a wickedly designed but completely impractical weapon
*place shoes behind a curtain and/or move it as if there were a person hiding there
*Shake underbrush to distract the enemy while the rest of the party sneaks the other way
*Carry a shield (no cover or AC benefit, just a different way to mark where an invsibile something is)
*Carry a flaming helmet (more distracting than just a floating dagger)

Messing with the enemy:
*Wave a sign back and forth that says, "I am tireless."
*Carry a candle in the same square as a monster, marking it for the other characters to attack
*Carry a sign near an anemy that says, "I'm not touching you. Is this bothering you?"

Blocking the Enemy:
*lift up a sheet attached to sticks to create a 10' wide, 8' tall sheet for 100% concealment (50% miss chance) (6lb.)
*Carry a large flag or sheet on a stick to provide mobile soft cover for allies.
*Cart around a Mobile Wall (wheeled) to provide hard cover for allies

Other simple manipulations:
*Turn food on a spit
*stir a drink
*turn pages on a book
*cause a flag to billow as if wind were blowing
*wave a sheet like a ghost
*draw a chalk outline around a dead body
*Place a portable hole inside a bag of holding within 10' of an enemy
*Do ST checks at -4 (st 2): Try to unstick a door

Collect:
*Act as a mobile valet
*In addition to everything else, carry a bright green feather to help mark where the US is
*Clean by collection - gather up all light debris like a vacuum

Guiding:
*Unroll string in a maze
*roll up string in a maze as you follow the string
*carry a piece of meat to lure a guard dog from its post

Craft:
*Paint a fence
*pitch or tear down a tent
*braid a rope
*make a rubbing of mysterious glyphs
*make a snowman
*Fix a fence
*draw a message on a mirror in blood
*mark the way through the maze with chalk

Identifying illusions:
*move forward, holding a stick, until the stick hits (the possible illusion)"
*Test to see if any particular item is an illusion by trying to pick it up (mindless, so immune to illusions)
*Walk around in the flames for a few minutes, proving that they're illusions, and not actual area effect damagers.

Scouting:
*go into the next room and walk around the edges of the room while the wizard draws the map, detecting where the US is at all times.
*Go into the next room and search around by touch and stopping while the wizard keeps track of the US

Sunder: (brute force Sunder)
*tear up a written message or contract
*tear pages out of a book
*pick the petals off a flower
*Knock over a tent pole

Perform (cha): [Assumed]
*Aid another: Beat a certain repeating rythm on drums, bells, chimes, or gong
*plink one or two notes in a certain repeating rythm on Harpsichord, fiddle, harp, lute, or mandolin.
*ring a bell
*Jingle chains like an archetypal ghost
*turn a noisemaker

Physical Skills for a flying Unseen Servant: [Assumed]
*Hide (dex): Opposed check - Invisible, so result of 30 if moving or 50 if standing still (skill check of 10 +20, or +40)
*Move Silently (Dex): Opposed Check - A check result of 10 won't fool too many people...
*Ride (dex): DC 5 - Guide with knees
*Ride (dex): DC 10 - Guide warhorse in battle. (Note: command Warhorse to attack is not ride: it's Handle Animal (trained))
*Use Rope (dex): DC 10 - Tie a knot (create a knotted rope)
*Use Rope (dex): DC 10 - Secure a grappling hook
*Use Rope (dex): DC 10 - Bind a helpless character with a 20 (check result of 10, +10 tying up modifier)

*Provide a circumstance bonus to characters using Profession (wis)
-Apothercary -assist in handling dangerous substances
-boater-provide a second set of hands
-bookkeeper-turn pages, put away books on high shelves
-brewer-stir a vat of hops
-cook-stir a pot
-farmer-provide an extra pair of hands
-fisher-provide a mobile net or guide the fishing line
-herbalist-Grind a pestle and mortar
-herder-wave a flag to scare sheep into line
-hunter-flush out game by wiggling a bush
-inkeeper-serve drinks
-lumberjack-Clear away brush
-miller-Haul small sacks of grain
-miner-push a 400lb cart of ore
-porter-carry an extra load
-rancher-snap a whip
-sailer-tote that barge, lift that sail
-stablehand-muck out stables
-tanner-handle dangerous chemicals
-woodcutter-tie up bundles of wood, haul a 400lb cart full of wood

*Provide a distraction for a rogue using Slight of Hand (Dex) (too many examples, many already covered above)

Aid Another on Physical Skills: [Assumed]
*Hide (dex) - Aid another: Yes, if the US holds up an opaque sheet.
*Use Rope (dex)

DM rulings: Fly/swim/sight [Assumed]
Fly/---/---*Carry a candle above a monster beyond its reach, marking it for the other characters to attack
---/swim/---*Retrieve any items it finds at the bottom of a pool of water
Fly/---/---*Secure a grappling hook at the top of a pit
Fly/---/---*Fetch any out-of-reach object up to 20lbs, or dislodge/drag up to 100lb above you.
Fly/---/---*Push that 51-100lb. statue over on top the square of a goblin 30' below
Fly/---/---*Push that 400lb. cart over the edge of the balcony abve onto the goblins near you
Fly/---/---*Carry a kite so that it flies against the wind
Fly/---/---*Deface a statue high above you
Fly/---/---*Write a message on a wall high above you
Fly/---/---*Carry up and flap the wings of a puppet
Fly/---/---*ignore pit traps, securing a grappling hook on the other side of a pit
Fly/---/---*pull down the fire escape
Fly/---/Sight*Fly up and point out (using a stick) where creatures are hiding behind low walls
Fly/---/Sight*Fly up and point to any creatures waiting around the pit you just dropped in
---/---/Sight*go into the next room and draw a crude map
---/---/Sight*Human wizard tells US to stand in the same space as the nearest enemy, allowing the wizard to target the enemy even if blinded, in darkness, or in obscuring mist
---/---/Signt*guide a blind caster by the hand

DM ruling: involves targeting/touching living creatures: Helpless or willing creatures:
(See attacking helpless creatures, below)
*Guiding:
*Cart 400lb - cart around the caster himself
*hold a horse's bridle
*guide a blind companion by the hand
Assist in Handle Animal (Cha)
*If trained to respond to a specific bell or sign like a flag being waved, US can trigger the trick
*Guide a familiar, mount, or animal companion by leash
*Walk the dog
*Lead a tamed animal around by a leash
*plant flowers
*Pick crops
*Wave a fan, blowing fresh air at a party member affected by a troglodite's musk
*Fetch and drag the halfling out of the poison cloud
*Tie a rope around the burly fighter stuck in the poison cloud so YOU can pull him out
*Fan a hot character
*Scrape green slime off someone
*Drag halfling below 0 hp in dire need of healing away from the battle
*Aid Another on Physical Skills:
*Balance (dex)
*Climb(str)
*Escape Artist (dex) - Aid another: As long as the US can grab the PC. A "swallowed whole" character would beyond an Unseen Servant's help. May push or pull a character to assist it squeezing, as long as the US can squeeze through the space too...
*Jump (str)
*Ride (dex): Aid another: Yes. Holding reins, steadying the rider, etc.
*Swim (Str)
*agitate a snake or other animal
*Milk a cow, goat, or other herd animal
*Shear a sheep
*Tie a note to a pidgeon's leg
*Unbuckle a saddle
*scratch a character's back
*Shave a character
*braid hair
*force-feed a potion down an unconcious and dying character's throat
*wake a sleeping character
*weed the garden
*groom a horse
*shaving (Valet)
*massage
*trim hedges
*mow the lawn

DM ruling: involves targeting nonliving objects
*Perform full round Sunder unattended objects every round (no attack roll, auto hit, -4 str modifier applies to wpn dam)
*Cut a net to free a trapped character
*Throw splash weapons
*Fling books across a room (not targeting any square or creature)
*Uncork a bottle (butler)
*chop down a tree
*Skin or butcher a dead animal

DM RULING: UNSEEN SERVANT IS VULNERABLE TO ANTI-INVISIBILITY MEASURES [Assumed]
*Deliberately send it someplace where Glitterdust or Faerie Fire is about to be cast to provide the bad guys with another foe to hit (one which they can never destroy) (but spellcasters get an immediate DC 16 spellcraft check to ID it)
*Sow flower on squares to point out invisible creatures... then have US walk around in it, disturbing the flour...
*Send US into water, making the water wiggle as the US moves through it
*sprinkle flour on the US, outlining the shapeless blob

================STOP ASSUMING THESE WILL WORK WITH YOUR DM:=================

DM RULING: UNSEEN SERVANT IS IMMUNE TO ANTI-INVISIBILITY MEASURES
*Carry a weapon and ignore Faerie Fire and Glitterdust, as it's a shapeless force, furthur confusing and scaring the enemy spellcaster...
*Sow flower on squares to point out invisible creatures... then have US walk around in it carrying a sword, but NOT disturbing the flour...
*Send US into water carrying a sword, making no disturbance in the water, implying the sword is independantly animated

DM ruling: May cast Unseen Servant on an area rather than have it centered on the caster
*open and close a door over and over again or bang swords together to lure monsters in for a trap, or to escape, running the other way

REACT ON ITS OWN TO NEW STIMMULI
*write or copy text at the caster's command
*take dictation
*Wait tables - taking orders
*Send it to the next room to craft (crude map) of the next room
*Use its Darkvision and/or low-light vision and Spot to help alert party to foes

DM ruling: must command servant verbally
*Command it in your race's language in stead of common

DM ruling: Is Unseen Servant Earth-bound? Physical Skills - Defining an earthbound/non-flying Unseen Servant:
*Balance (dex) DC 10: 7-12 inches wide
*Balance (dex) DC 10: Running over Uneven flagstone, newn stone floor, sloped or angled floor
*Climb(str): DC 0: A slope too steep to walk up, or a knotted rope with a wall to brace against
*Climb(str): DC 5: a rope with a wall to brace against, or a knotted rope, or a rope trick rope
*Climb(str): DC 10: A surface with ledges to hold onto and stand on, such as a aship's rigging or very rough wall.
*Concentration (con): DC 10: vigorous motion( on a moving mount, a bouncy wagon, a small boat in brough water, belowdesk in a storm-tossed ship)
*Concentration (con): DC 5: weather is a high wind carrying blinding rain or sleet
*Concentration (con): DC 10: weather is wind-driven hail, dust, or dibris
*Concentration (con): Auto lose concentration if hit with damage. (DC 11+), entangled, violent motion
*Escape Artist (dex): DC 10: As a Medium force effect, it may "squeeze" through a space as small as 2.5'x2.5'x2.5'
*Jump (str): DC 10: 5 feet across (long jump, with no running start)
*Jump (str): DC 8: 1 foot up standing still
*Move Silently (Dex): Opposed Check. A check result of 10 won't fool too many people...
*Swim (Str): DC 10: Calm water.

DM Ruling: US is earth-bound. Physical disability implied:
*Balance (dex) US has weight, touches the ground, and needs to right itself over rough terrain
*Concentration (con): US needs to focus to do tasks.
*Escape Artist (dex): Fills a space the size of a Medium creature and needs to squeeze through smaller spaces
*Jump (str): A medium character has an 8' vertical reach standing on the ground...
*Move Silently (Dex): While moving, the Unseen Servant makes noise it has to cover up for
*Swim (Str): US has a physical presence that is denser than water (like a human)

ATTACKING HELPLESS FOES
*Perform full round Coup De Grace on unconcious foes (No attack roll, auto crit, -4 str modifier applies to wpn dam)
*force-feed a vial of acid to an unconcious and dying foe
*Perform full round Coup De Grace on helpless foes (No attack roll, auto crit, -4 str modifier applies to wpn dam)

MENTAL SKILLS BANNED BY MINDLESS TRAIT: MENTAL AID ANOTHER -DM ruling: allow mental Aid Another:
*Appraise (int):
*Bluff (cha): An US can decieve (poorly)
*Craft (int)
*Diplomacy (cha): Aid another: Yes, but only able to do more harm than good!
*Disguise (cha):
*Forgery (int): Opposed roll. A skill check of 10 won't fool many. Could be used to photocopy, poorly.
*Heal (wis):
*Intimidate (cha): Aid another: Yes. An invisible ally (the unseen servant holding a sword) might be intimidating.
*Perform (cha): DC 10: routine performance. Essentially begging. 1d10 cp/day (8 hours)
*Survival (wis): Yes (carrying things, flushing game out by shaking a bush)

MENTAL SKILLS - DC 10 or lower mind skills:
*Bluff (cha): An US can decieve (poorly) with a skill check of 10. (See bluff, above, for examples)
*Craft (int): DC 5: "Very Simple:" Wooden Spoon -> Create at 6cp/hour, mend 31cp/hour
*Craft (int): DC 10: "Typical:" Metal Pot, Tattoo -> Create at 12cp/hour, mend 62cp/hour
*Craft (int): NOTE: NO OTHER EXAMPLES FOR Very Simple OR Typical EXIST. Everything else described (weapons, armor) are too high a DC for US to handle.
*Craft related (destroying/modifying nonliving objects)
*cooking
*Build a makeshift wooden freestanding wall in an 40 minutes (according to the Stronghold Builder's guidebook, a freestanding Wood Wall can be made for 57gp in materials, take 40 minutes, and have the stats: 1 ft thick, hard 5, hp 120, break dc 26, climb dc 21)
*door repair
*peel vegetables
*scale fish
*pour acid on an object
*Pour ink on a a garment
*Water the plants
*pour a bucket of water on a fire
*Diplomacy (cha): DCs 5 or lower: maintain or ORSEN an NPC's attitude ONLY.
*Disguise (cha): Opposed skill: creates some sort of disguise from available materials.
*Gather info (cha): DC 10 and a few gp: Gerneral idea of city's major news items
*Intimidate (cha): Opposed check. Skill result check of 10. May have to Bluff to first get the opponents to believe there's an actual threat.
*Listen (wis): DC 10 listen checks:
*A battle from 200 feet away
*A battle through a door 150 feet away
*A battle through two doors 100 feet away
*A battle through 3 doors 100 feet away
*A battle through a stone door 50 feet away
*People talking 100 feet away
*People talking through a door 50 feet away
*People talking right next to you(5' away), and you can understand what they're saying, assuming you know the language.
*A person in medium armor walking at a slow pace 50' away
*Perform (cha): DC 10: routine performance. Essentially begging. 1d10 cp/day (8 hours)
*Search (wis): DC 10: Ransack a chest full of junk to find a certain item
*Sense Motive (wis): Opposed roll. On a prisoner and raise a sign if the guy's lying
*Spot (wis): DC 10:
*A small person 60' away
*A medium person 100' away
*A medium person trying to hide right next to the US
*A Large creature 140' away
*A large creature trying to hide 40' away
*A huge creature 180' away
*A Huge creature trying to hide 80' away
*A gargantuan creature 220' away
*A gargantuan creature trying to hide 120' away
*A Colossal creature 260' away
*A colossal creature trying to hide 160' away
*Survival (wis): DC 10 only provides for the US, and the US can't "hunt", and it's a skill check per day (8 hours)

MENTAL SKILLS - Ability implied:
*Appraise (int): Can ID what an object is (if not how MUCH it's worth) without help from the caster.
*Bluff (cha): An US can decieve (poorly) US has some sort of reasoning autonomy to make something up
*Craft (int): THE POWER OF CREATION ... crude creation...
*Diplomacy (cha): US can speak and reason with others
*Disguise (cha): able to wear clothes to appear as a coporeal creature
*Forgery (int): US can see flat writing or pictures
*Gather info (cha): Ability to speak
*Intimidate (cha): Unseen Servant can be intimidating
*Listen (wis): An Unseen servant can understand language, if they're less than 10' away...
*Perform (cha): Again, another nod toward saying the US can speak, blow wind instruments, sing even! ... poorly...
*Search (wis): US can see
*Sense Motive (wis): Furthur evidence of reasoning capabilities.
*Spot (wis): US can see and react to new situations

Disrupting active, hostile creatures:
*Disrupt a charge by resisting when opponent enters his square
*overrrun ghosts
*pull a rug from beneath someone (TRIP at -4)
*Bull rush or Overrun every round for a 6. Maybe a goblin will get pushed back, or tripped.

EXPANDING INVULNERABILITIES
*Ignore less than 6 hp of damage from area attacks, automatically "regenerating" as the damage doesn't pass the threshold for disrupting the spell
*Fetch the special key at the bottom of a pool of acid
*Retrieve the One Ring from the fires of Mount Doom

BANNED BY LOGIC AND OVERREACHING A 1ST LEV SPELL ABILITIES:
*Cast Darkness or Silence on the unseen servant and send it into the enemy ranks
*Burrow at 15' movement
*Make objects it picks up invsible by "hiding it in its cloak" per lev 2 invisibility description
*Disrupt non-area (ray or other targeting spells) effects passing through it
*Pick up ghostly objects

Vampire Damien

Tue, 08 Jun 2010 11:23:17 PDT

Damien a hot sexy male head vampire hes beautiful with raven black hair and blue violet eyes, very slim and young looking with a drop dead smile, his little fangs are always showing.wears long leather trench coat and thigh high black boots and silk ruffled shirts fingerless gloves and many rings of skulls bats and has a dragon pendent on his chest has a hidden tattoo but you must be one of his many lovers to see it. He also has jeweled dagger slip into the waist band in the back of his tight black leather pants he loves the feel of the steel against his lower back He is guarded by Scout a rather large muscle bond male and Hazelnut a tall slender male with sharp features that wears a black cowboy hat and carries a western type gun both given to him by his beloved Damien.

As always everyone and thing in my stories belong to me BDE

Karayan Hart

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 21:18:08 PDT

Didn't know how to categorize this...

For my own entertainment, as well as for the entertainment of others, I decided to make a character profile of my RP character Karayan ^___^ He's my baby! I love him to death, so be nice to him! *narrows eyes* Besides! If you aren't nice, Aricin, the character of the darling ~skeelar, will probably sit on you or something. So don't! xD He loves the stupid little brat too much.

So yeah, instead of doing some boring step-by-step thing, I thought I'd make things interesting and post this as an interview type thing ^_^ It gives you a better idea of how my darling Kara is, right? He usually isn't quite so patient with people that annoy him, but for the sake of the interview he was actually on pretty good behavior xDD

As for his appearance, here's the basic rundown:

Eye color: red
Hair color: usually black, but is currently purple (see, his eyes are red and Aricin's are blue, so he combined the two colors ^_^ Plus he just likes doing weird things with his hair)
Skin color: very pale; when he gets wet, it turns silver thanks to his Sea Elf heritage
Height: 6'1'' -- I swear!
Weight: around 180 pounds or so. I've never weighed him, so I dunno!
Body build: very slender and lean, but still muscular. He might be thin, but he's no wimp!
General, overall appearance: he's half elf, so Kara darling is very pretty His ears are larger than most Elves' due to his halfbreed status, so he's extra cute as well! He likes earrings, and has lots of them in his ear, but also has two in his nose, one ring and one stud, two in his lower lip--one more to the left, the other more to the right--, two piercings in his left eyebrow, one in his right, a tongue piercing, and even a bellybutton ring! Most guys can't really pull it off, but Kara can, just cuz he's Kara xD He also has two tattoos--a small Celtic-style sun just above his waistline of his pants, and on his back there's a cross with a feathered angel wing on the right side, and a demon wing on the left. The second one is actually the symbol of Aricin, his Master, and is a mark of his ownership of Kara.

To see the brother piece to this, done by the amazing , please go [here]

Karayan Hart is my original character, so hands off! *evil death glare* He's mine, all mine! And Aricin is ~skeelar's ^_^

Psytheniac -- Ch. 1

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 18:57:16 PST

This is a small story that came to me in bits and pieces today. All I have to say is that is was very much inspired by my love for London back in the Seventeen - Eighteen Hundreds, and German History having to do with World War I, World War II, the Soviet Union, and of course, Hitler. Which, I did a lot of reading about while I was sick those three days of school before mid-terms and Christmas break. Below I have a few things to help you understand the characters, story, and basic concepts that may have not been fully explained yet. So if you feel confused or are simply interested in what was going through my head while I wrote this, or how to pronounce the character's names... browse, my friend. ~ with love, Sio

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_{Vocabulary & Terms to Know

Psythenian: the official name for a psytheniac; the Psythenian race, a Psythenian individual. They are not to be confused with humans, kemonomimis, halfies, nor mediums. Psythenians are a very special race that have multiple psychic based abilities. Appearance wise, Psythenians have a human body with any possible combination of ears, tails, horns, wings, and special eyes given to them by their "animal spirit". This is what connects them to nature, and the animal they carry traits of is based upon their personality and fate; it is not genetically determined. Psythenians based off mythical creatures are very, very rare; only two have been found in the whole universe so far, and none of them are planned to be mentioned in the story, yet. The two that exist are an oriental dragon spirit, and dark unicorn spirit; nothing else. Another interesting, known fact about Psythenians is that they were designed to only love once in a life time. It is said by the Council and House of Havaelia that when you are born, you are born with a destiny. Part of this destiny is who your Seal is. Seal is a term used by Psythenians that would be equal to our term "soul mate", and is mentioned in myth to have something to do with the Curses of Xynn. Once two Psythenians mate, it sort of... "seals" the deal. ( Lol, bad pun, I know. x# ) After such a thing you are absolutely forbidden to be anyone elses lover; being so would be like knocking over the first domino of a whole string of tragedies.... Logically said, it sets of a set of tragic events that are sure to eventually lead to your own death - it's something in the way as Psythenians soul is made; once you have a bound like that, breaking it results in such physical and emotional illness that you simply cannot survive. Also, once two Psythenians are "True Seals" of each other they cannot use their psychic abilities on each other anymore. Another thing according to Psythenian relationships is that they were not designed to love a member of another race. However, it has happened before that for some reason the Seal of a Psythenian happened to be a member of a different race. The only logical explanation is that fate was playing it's role. However, for a Psythenian, forming a bond of love with someone of another race also means you loose your ability to use psychic powers on your lover.
The superhuman abilities that are commonly found in Psythenians are as follows:
- possession of another's mind and body (temporarily)
- reading others' thoughts if wanted and able
- "mind breaking"; causes emotional and physical pain. This one in particular has been known to drive people insane, scar people for life, permanently injure people, and even kill people [if the charm caster is powerful enough.]
- telekinesis
- the receiving of visions via dreams at night, unconsciousness, or dizzy spells. This happens randomly.

Havaelia: the Psythenian equivalent to Heaven.
*Houses of Havaelia, therefore, are Churches.

Psychosylum: a special asylum made for only Psythenians for the safe of all other races. It doubles as a prison.

Vareth: an alternative dimension that is a physical twin to Earth. It is also a planet in solar system also identical to our own. The only difference is everything has a similar, but different, name.

Laeland: Vareth's twin of the United Kingdom. Psythenians make up more than 75% of the population compared to other races.

Xondon: Vareth's twin of London.

The Council: An organization consisting of thirteen members; all very powerful Psythenians that are loyal to the Psythenian Superior.

Psythenian Superior: official name referring to the King of Laeland. He is also the leader of all Psythenians, and lives in Xondon, because it, along with Laeland, is home to the most Psythenians. Germany's twin and Australia's twin contain the second and third largest population of Psythenians in all of Vareth.

Thrown of Xondon: used when referring to who is King of Laeland.

Crown of the Council: used when referring to who is the head of the Council. Throughout most of Vareth history this has been the King of Laeland, but once before it was someone else.

Curse of Xynn: ???

Mark of Xynn: a mark, often mistaken for a tattoo, that signifies that a person has the Curse of Xynn. Most often found on the neck, next to both eyes, on the lower back, on the forehead, or directly over the heart.

Psytheniac Human: a human who is undergoing the painstaking training to develop and master the psychic abilities of a Psythenian. It is very tedious and you have to have a very special aura to even have a chance. None have survived to truly become a Psythenian.

The Forbidden Ceremony: a ceremony in which a fully trained Psytheniac Human may earn their animal spirit.

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~ Character Need-to-Know ~

King Siryn: Older than you need to know. Superior Psythenian and King of Laeland. He is Ruxen's much despised father. Spirit of the Jaguar.

Prince Ruxen: 23 years of age. The Prince of Laeland and heir to the Crown of the Council. Our hero, and villian, who is almost always trying to figure out just which side is the "bad side". Pure of heart for a Psythenian, and quite the ladies man. Spirit of the Snowy Owl.

Veyrian: 22 years of age. Said to be the most powerful Psythenian in London. She is Zerith's mentor, and is known a trouble maker by the Council, yet has long been their Thirteenth member and has yet to be kicked out; mainly because she is a valuable members given her level of skill when it comes to psychic abilities. She's to be in an arranged marriage with the Prince, Ruxen; both of them have known since they were kids, but the try to avoid the subject, and no one dares talk about it around either of them. Spirit of the Black Cat.

Zerith: 18 years of age. A Psytheniac Human, fated to become a true Psythenian, if he can survive going through the Forbidden Ceremony. He was found abandoned in Germany by Ruxen and his father when only a babe. He was raised by the Council as a normal human amongst them. When Veyrian ran to the outskirts of Xondon to "take a vacation" from the Council he caught mixed up with her life when witnessing her sneaking out. Of course, she noticed him, and kidnapped him. Taking the boy with her, she raised him throughout his teenage years. Soon after they ran away she states she "saw his animal spirit within him", and began Psytheniac training with him. When they were running away she was wearing her cloak with the hood down, and always wore it when around him so he wouldn't know her identity. That is, Ruxen came along and ruined that plan. Zerith is known to be very dark, sadistic, and just plain... unusual. Spirit is unknown to all but Veyrin.

*Shio & Fukami: although not featured in this story, some of you may know my two OCs; the two brothers, Shio and Fukami. I thought I'd let you know; yes, if you caught on to this, Veyrian and Ruxen are their parents. They were born on Earth, I know. I can't say anymore than that, though, or I'll give away too much.

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~ Pronunciation ~
All my strange names in terms and their simplest, easiest to understand pronunciation I can come up with.

Psythenian ( sy/then/ee/en )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Sigh, psychic.

Psytheniac ( sy/then/ee/ak )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Sigh, psychic, maniac / insomniac / etc...

Vareth ( vare/eth )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Fair. Also, think about how everyone makes fun of old English by adding "eth" to the end of everything. "Cometh, walketh with me." Which, annoys me to death, but it helps!

Xondon ( ex/on/dun )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Exon [not Mobil, not Shell, nor Chevron ], London, done.

Xynn ( xen )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Zen. It's that simple.
Caution: Do not pronounce the X "ex". The easiest way to do this is to start form s, but slowly move your tongue to the back of your front teeth. Or, try saying the "ex" part of Xynn very quickly.

Siryn ( sy/ren )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Siren; you pronounce it exactly the same.

Ruxen ( ru/en )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Ruin; you pronounce it exactly the same.
Caution: The "x" is silent!

Veyrian ( vay/ree/en )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Damion (the name), day, me, re (as in re-play), in.

Zireth ( zear/eth )
Rhyming Words & Helpful Words: Zear rhymes with "hear", and eth... well, again, think of old English and Shakespearean.

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All characters, concepts, writing, etc... (c)

P.S. Please feel free to suggest any vocabulary, characters, or odd words that need pronouncing to me and I will add them!}

Wish Chp. 2

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 01:27:18 PDT

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The story will be continued on Fanfiction.net. And chapter 3 is already up. Just want to let you people know in case you're wondering why I haven't updated.

Been a while since I focused on this story, but we're getting to the juicy parts, I assure you!

Yeah, the Count plays a doctor that is like from either House or Grey's Anatomy. Call his drama a family version of those shows.

Yeah, you may not have seen it from the picture, but Wish really does have a tattoo on her lower back. And that tattoo is definitely the Batman symbol.

You remember Cleo from Operation: CHANGE? She's back, and she knows what Wish needs.

Hey, Twilight fans, I'm, sorry if I'm bashing at the movie. If The Simpsons can make fun of religion, then making fun of Twlight is no different.

And if you haven't guess yet from Chapter 1 where exactly I got the name for the Count, which is Ed, it's from the movie itself.

Rapsodine Written App - Samuel

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 11:09:08 PDT

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Gold Pieces: 3585

Started with 500 gold
+100g for advertising
-80g for Fae Gekkota [Spring Dew] (Dycen){Opening Sale}
-40g for Kindling (Keidra){Opening Sale}
-150g for Temple Hound (Celeste)
+300g for Talk Like a Pirate Day
-500g for Warg (Kimber){Opening Sale}
+4500 for Mission 1
-35 for Jeweled Hummingbird
-60 for Saber Kitten
-125 for Drakeling
-300 for 2 Armored Cats
-225 for Hellcat
-300 for Aqua Skimmer
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Edit (9/21/12): Okay, so I finally got to putting in Samuel's only two combat skills. XD I had been meaning to do so for about three weeks or more now but never got around to it. X3;; But hey, it's up there now, be happy. lol

Edit: Alright, so we have some extra stuff to add to our apps now, so here are the missing sections for Samuel!

HISTORY:
Not much is known about Samuel’s past except for what he tells people. He claims to have been orphaned in the Overgrowth and left for dead by his father. When people ask about his mother, he simply states that she died soon after giving birth to him. From there the story simply twists into over a century of pain and suffering as he lived down below on the forest floor.

Samuel has many horror stories of the creatures of the Overgrowth and the other atrocities that lie hidden down below. Of all the times he has bested the beasts, and the countless other times he has nearly been killed by them. Other than that, all that can really be said is that everything up until his signing up to be a citizen, was a nightmare. Going between the Overgrowth and the barren wastelands of the now war zones was complete hell. The life of having to watch behind his back constantly for every little sound and even the slightest of movements, all of which could mean his death, was maddening. Samuel was driven nearly insane by his life of endlessly dodging and cheating death, and he is now thankful to be rid of it. If asked, he would most certainly tell you he would never go back to living the way he had.

Though while he was down amongst the Overgrowth, he did meet a few people and hunting parties that came down from the treetops every once in a while. Normally he would either warn them of any danger in the immediate area or give them directions to the nearest heard of creatures that could be hunted for food. Though, he always seemed to disappear after that, leaving the hunters to wonder where he had run off to or if he was actually ever there in the first place. Because of this, Samuel accumulated many titles. ‘Ghost of the Wood’, ‘Shadow of the Overgrowth’, and to those who had seen him in action the ‘Mage Beast of Arranudo’. However he has been called crazy an equal amount of times.

PERSONALITY:
Samuel is a very strange person to most other people. His mannerisms and body language are much different than that of just about anyone else. To the public he is jumpy, paranoid, overreacts to too many little things, and doesn’t seem to know what in the world he is doing around other people or just about any kind of machine. Though, it does seem like he tries his best to be polite most of the time.

Now to those who may get to know him better, things may look a little different. His paranoia and overreaction comes from spending too much time down in the Overgrowth. It has become his basic instinct to turn at every movement and sound so being around large crowds of people disturbs him greatly. Also, you don’t want to be caught startling him, or you just might find yourself bound with vines or with his sword to your throat. Also due to his stay on the forest floor, Samuel has no idea how to speak to another person with the correct social dynamics of the day. So, things can get a little awkward at times when speaking to him.

If you can get past his initial over cautionary nature and the awkwardness of him only knowing social dynamics from over a century ago, then you would find that he is actually a pretty neat guy all things considered. He is a good natured man who is only trying to help those around him, but it doesn’t always come across that way. Samuel is loyal to his friends and his nation, and doesn’t tolerate malicious actions against either. Though I can’t put down his entire personality on a page, this is what I can give you. If you want to learn more about him, well why don’t you try talking to him?

TATTOO EVOCATIONS:
[Face] Crescent Moon: When evoked, this tattoo can do two things. It can allow Samuel to see in the dark, and create a bright blast of moonlight.

[Neck] Coiled Serpent: The tattoo is actually the spirit of a snake that Samuel called from out of the forest and bound it to himself in the form of a tattoo. This particular one has two different abilities as well. First off, it can give Samuel snake attributes. Not turn him into a snake, but give him certain pieces of one. He grows fangs, gains a forked tongue, slitted eyes, and a tail that resembles a snakes. With this he gains the thermal vision of a snake, a snake’s venom that can be injected from his fangs, can taste the air as a snake does, and the tail he has is prehensile to a certain degree. However, the second ability of this tattoo is instead of changing himself, he can bring his tattoo to life as a real snake. The summoned snake is under Samuel’s control and can be grown to ten feet in length if he so chooses. If it gets killed, the snake disappears and reappears as a tattoo around Samuel’s neck.

[Back] Four Animal Circle: All four of these tattoos are spirits called from the forest from over a century ago, when the Burrowers weren’t as much of a threat as they are now. Each one was bound willingly to Samuel in the form of his tattoos. The four animals are encircling each other and colored to represent the four seasons.
- White bear: Used to symbolize winter. When used Samuel’s skin thickens and he grows a coat of thick, white fur. However, those are only the aesthetic changes. This tattoo enhances his strength to that of a bear and gives him the animal’s endurance as well. As well, it gives him a bear’s feral instincts.
- Pale Pink Rabbit: Symbolizes spring. When evoked, the tattoo grants Samuel the alertness of a rabbit, and their speed and agility.
- Green Wolf: Symbolizes summer. Imparts a wolf’s fangs, claws, and also gives him an elongated snout and digitigrade legs. As well he receives a wolf's instincts when used.
- Red-Orange Fox: This one is a bit different than that of the others, as it only imparts one thing: cunning. Samuel’s instincts and mind are fused with that of a fox’s giving him the strategic thinking of a fox, which comes in handy when fighting other animals or beasts.

[Left Arm] (From shoulder to hand) Outreaching Tree: Samuel dedicated an entire arm to this tattoo, and for good reason. This tattoo boosts his innate affinity for nature and allows him to use the ties he has with it to harness its power. Samuel uses this tattoo to bend the plants and other things of nature around him to his will. He can do this within a three hundred foot radius of himself with expert control. Now it becomes increasingly difficult to bend things beyond this reach with any sort of accuracy and takes more and more concentration to do so. A secondary effect, is that both the symbols on his left hand are created from the roots of the tree tattoo. This allows Samuel to use both designated energy sources at the same time to gain a larger amount of power.

[Left Hand] {Palm} ‘Spirit’ Rune: This rune is there to designate one of five places that Samuel draws his power for magic. When using this power, the Rune lights up to boost his powers. He can call upon the spirits of the wood to lend him their strength, but only if they are willing to do so. Each spirit does something different and Samuel won’t actually know what it does until it enters his body. The spirit can only stay for the maximum of an hour before leaving, and they don’t always answer his call.
{Back} ‘Nature’ Rune: Designates the second place from where Samuel draws his power. Nature itself. Not only can he bend nature, he can draw strength from it as well. Anything from the woods in origin he can draw energy from to power himself with. But, when he does this it begins to drain the life force from whatever he is taking the energy from, and can eventually kill it if he takes too much.

[Right Shoulder] ‘Life’ Rune: Designates Samuel’s third place to draw power, from life itself. Samuel has to be very careful with this one. It works much like his power to take power from Nature, but allows him to do so with any living thing; people, beasts, or otherwise. He can even cut down his own health and possibly cut down on his life span to use this magic for a great burst of power. But he seldom uses this power unless his other ways of gaining power for his magic have fail; save for Soul. He will drain his own life before he draws from Soul. This power can also be used to combat the undead, allowing him to take life from his surroundings and either use it to protect himself or as a weapon since life is the opposite of death.

[Right Upper and Lower Arm] Strings of Runes: These are all words and phrases of power, but lesser power than the five he uses to draw energy. Most of them simply augment certain magics and abilities that can give him an edge in a fight. But their real importance is the fact that they chain the Life rune to the Soul and Body ones on his hand. This allows Samuel to draw energy from any combination of the three places or all three, at the same time.

[Right Hand] {Palm} ‘Soul’ Rune: This designates Samuel’s fourth source of energy, and it is only used as a last resort. As the name suggest, he can draw power from his very soul, and even someone else’s. But to take energy from another being’s very soul is something that Samuel has sworn that he will never do. It’s hard enough for him to do it to himself, and he has only ever had to do so once. Drawing strength from a soul allows for some of the greatest wells of power that any magical being could ever know. However, when using this power it destroys a piece of your soul. A piece of who and what you are is gone forever, dissolved and converted into power. To do this to another person would be unconscionable in Samuel’s mind.
{Back} ‘Body’ Rune: This rune designates the fifth, and final source that he can use to draw energy from. It allows him to draw power from his own body. Much like when you do physical combat or work, your body works off of the energy it has to perform these acts. Well, Samuel can draw power from his body an instead of having it go towards physical work, he can use it to perform and enhance magic.

[Waist and Legs] Vine: One of his simpler tattoo evocations out of the group. When used, the vine unwraps from around his legs and can be manipulated to do anything he wills them to do.

EXTRA:
- While Samuel does have a great deal of power, and can gather energy from just about anywhere, he still has his limits. Channeling magic wears on the body; the coursing magic through his veins slowly grates on his being as he uses his powers. He has a point at which he gets too tired and his body will refuse to channel magic anymore, and at that point he has to wait to use his magic until he has gotten rest.
- Being a wizard, Samuel will live for hundreds of years due to the magic running through his veins. Honestly, he’s probably not even a fifth of the way through his life yet.
- Samuel’s hearing is as sharp as a deer’s
- Samuel can only activate a few of his tattoos at a time. Drawing energy and channeling it through his tattoos takes effort and concentration depending on how many he’s using. In times of need though, he has been able to use at least half of them all at the same time. But that drains him quickly and he can’t hold it for long. He has never attempted using all of them at once.
- Tends to stare at people a lot, he doesn't know it makes them uncomfortable. He does this to study them as he would a beast of the Overgrowth. To learn their weaknesses and open points. It's a habit that he can't seem to keep from doing.
- Samuel has the ability to create tattoos with magical qualities, as seen on his body. However, the interesting part is that he can grant these magical tattoos to others as well. But it only works on willing people. If they don't want the tattoo it ain't gonna work.
- Gets irritated when people ignore his advice when he is trying to help them on subjects that he knows well.
- If he gets mad it can be rather explosive, and dangerous for whoever made him that way
- Doesn't seem to get sad over anything
- Can often be found gazing into the Overgrowth over the edges of the city when he has nothing to do, and has a habit of daydreaming when he isn't working on anything

-TIMELINE-
(I decided to map out the canon timeline for Samuel, so here is a list of the deviations from beginning to current)
- First Impressions
- First Impressions Part 2 is still on hiatus [Basically Samuel becomes general, the group meets Grandull's father's spirit, and they get the ingredients for the repellant]
- Samuel Goes to the Pet Store
- Samuel's Return Visit to the Pet Store
- Samuel's Hatchling
- An Unexpected Meeting
- Meeting Up a Second Time
- A Day in Samuel's Life
- Third Rendezvous
- Unexpected Visitors
- Samuel's Mission One
- Heart to Heart

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Alright, here is my character for an up and coming group, Rapsodine! Honestly, I am extremely excited about the group and can't wait till it opens! 83 For those that enjoy magic, mythical creatures, and role playing, this is the group for you!

Anyway, here is Samuel, my Woodland Wizard for the nation of Arranudo. Monsoon to win the war! WOO!

The Unveiling

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 21:31:08 PDT

I hesitate to place this in fiction, but I'm not willing to admit certain realities.

R.B. stands for 'Red Bird' - a character of mine. That's very obviously her pen name, inspired by a tattoo she has on the right of her lower back (it's the outline of a sparrow in red.) She's slowly gaining a story, so you'll hear more from her. This is meant to be formatted as a sort of journal entry of hers.

If you only knew.....

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 15:30:57 PDT

If you only knew
Would you still love Me?

The atrocities of my youth
I hide and deny
Camouflaging myself
Behind the schoolyard slide

If you only knew
The truth of what is behind
Would you still accept Me?

The dances with the devil
And our midnight rides
Left their hidden marks
Inside my thigh

If you only knew
The sadness which is I
Would you still listen to Me?

I tuck my angle wings
Behind a cloak of abstracts
The secrets of a rumbled past
Tattooed on my lower back

If you only knew
How much I need your hand
Would you leave me this night?

When I open my heart
Will you notice the rust
A closet brimming with tears
And a love I cant betrust?

If you only knew
The darkness of my soul
Still searching for the light

When the mask is stripped away
And the real face of me is seen
Eyes begging to be saved
A hand reaching for something clean

As I file the deception away
And share with you the truth
Will I be set free
From the heartaches of a misspend youth

If you only knew
Who is really inside?
Would you still love Me?

The Giant's Curse 11

Fri, 23 Dec 2011 09:39:59 PST

Lucian snapped. As if he came back to reality, he calmly lowered his arm and answered Jason, Youre right, I dont know what I was thinking. Jason was astounded. It was like Lucians personality did a 180. Jason put his arms down and curiously looked at Lucian, Are youokay? Lucian could easily understand why Jason would phrase his question that way. Im fine, better really. I guess you could say that Im normal again, Lucian said as he pulled up a chair and sat on it next to the table Marie and Jason were on.
Normal? Jason was even more confused while Marie was still trying to compose herself. Yes, normal. Due to the loneliness Ive endured and emotions Ive suppressed for hundreds of years, Ive seemed to have gained a different personality. I call it my cursed personality. When I met Marie for the first time and treated her leg, she surprised me when she screamed. I hit my head against the counter and my cursed personality had surfaced. Ive been like that until now. I dont know how, but you managed to snap me out of my cursed personality and bring me back to normal. Thank you, Lucian explained.
Wait, so this is how you normally behave? No freak out moments like before and no trances? Jason believed if he asked all the questions now while Lucian was calm like this, it wouldnt result in any more episodes. Lucian simply smiled and nodded. Somehow after that, Jason had lowered his guard. He didnt feel the uneasiness from Lucian that he had felt from him before. Lucian got out of the chair and headed into the bathroom and then a supply room. When he returned, he had a long towel and some duct tape. He taped the towel onto the table so that it formed a type of ladder so Jason and Marie could get off the table themselves. He then opened the front door just enough so Jasons truck could fit through.
Though I was aware of everything I was doing, I wasnt able to stop myself. Im truly sorry about that. I wont ask you to stay, but if might be safer here until the storm outside clears. I do have one more favor to ask. That song, its called Lilium, could you sing it one more time? I would like to have at least one more peaceful rest, Lucian asked Jason and he nodded. Lucian then turned to Marie, Im sorry, I wish I could have shown you my true self, and headed towards his bedroom. Marie wanted to say something but she couldnt find the words, and her chest began to hurt. When Jason could see that Lucian was in his bed, he sang Lilium and Lucian fell asleep.
Jason and Marie headed towards the towel Lucian left for them. Marie couldnt climb down on her own because of her broken leg, so Jason had to carry her. She got on Jasons back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jason slowly descended down the towel. When they made it Jasons truck, Marie finally spoke again, Jasonmy chest hurts. It feels like a burning pain is on the outside of my chest. When she said she felt pain on the outside of her chest, Jason decided to have a look. Jason had Marie remove her shirt and he was horrified at what he saw. On her chest was a blue mark, shaped like a closed up rose. It wasnt a big mark like Lucians, but it had to be related somehow.
Am Icursed? Marie quietly asked; her voice cracked as she spoke. Jason shook his head and responded, Luckily, no. Of the very few things that I have read about curse marks, it says that all curse marks are purple. Unfortunately, I dont know what this means. If Lucian ever sees this and asks, say its just a tattoo you got because you wanted to be rebellious. Marie was confused when Jason brought up Lucian. It was like he was talking as if she would be seeing him again. She felt bold and asked, Am Iallowed to stay?
Jason looked away from Marie as he responded, Yes, you can. Whatever Lucians problem is, youre now caught up in it. I cant get mad at him for this because I know that wasnt his intention. If how he behaved just a while ago is true personality, then he acts like a normal person. For the most part anyway. Jason now turned to Marie again, Ill try to research this curse of his and figure out about that flower mark on your chest. If he ever goes back to that cursed personality of his, I want you to call me so I can take you home. Theres no way I will let you stay here when he is like that.
Tears came to Marie eyes, Thank you so much brother! Ill do whatever I can to help him. Ill call you if something happens I promise. Jason got into his truck and turned on the engine. He rolled down the window and said, Ill be coming back here weekly. If I think something is wrong, Im taking you home; no questions asked. Got it? Marie nodded and Jason smiled. He slowly drove away out the door and into the night. He wasnt worried about the weather since he has driven in all kinds and was the best known driver in town. He used a GPS to get back home and also registered the coordinates of Lucians house onto it.
When Jason was gone Marie slowly walked into Lucians bedroom. When she got there, she walked to the small bed and sat in it. She looked up at Lucian, who was sleeping soundly. She thought about all that happened today and was mostly interested about the cursed personality. Lucian said the whole time she was with him he was with his cursed personality. She wondered what he was normally like and she had all kinds of questions for him. She giggled when she thought about how surprised he would be to see her again in the morning. Marie took her shirt off to see if her flower mark glowed like Lucians curse mark did. She was relieved when it didnt and she put her shirt back on.
She realized she didnt have any other clothes besides the ones she was wearing. She was wearing a plain green T-shirt with blue jeans. She had brought some clothes with her but they were still in Jasons truck. She sighed, knowing she would have to wait until he came next week to give her the clothes. She didnt want to call him now; it would be too much of a bother. She figured she would just have to wash them more often while she was here. She stretched and the lay in the bed.
As she lay in the bed, she began to wonder why Lucian has a bed this size. She yawned, and figured she would just ask him tomorrow morning. After pulling the covers over herself, Marie slowly fell asleep.

Surprise! The way Lucian was behaving before is not how he usually acts. The next part will have Lucian behave how he used to act even before he got cursed.
Comment if you like

The Giant's Curse 12

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 16:14:55 PST

Morning came and Lucian sat up in his bed and stretched. How are you feeling? Marie asked when she saw that Lucian was awake. Im fi Lucian stopped and quickly looked at the small bed with Marie on it. Marie!? Lucian couldnt believe it. Marie gave him a big grin while waving at him. He quickly got out of the bed and knelt in front of Marie asking, Marie, why are you here!? I thought you went home with your brother!? he was still in shock. Marie shook her head as she got out of bed. She stood up and looked up at him saying, Now, now, Lucian. Take a deep breath and calm down.
Lucian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he exhaled he opened his eyes and she was still there. So Im not seeing things, he said calmly while breathing a sigh of relief. He laid down on his stomach and rested on his elbows looking down on her. Hey! I resent that! Marie said angrily and she approached Lucians arm and punched it a few times. Lucian laughed at her mini fit and replied, I apologize for that Marie. I just did not expect to see you here after what happened last night. Marie sighed and backed away from him and sat back on the bed.
My brother said it was okay for me to stay under certain conditions, she crossed her arms and looked at him. Besides she began to smile, By the look on your face youre glad Im here. Lucian blinked a few times in silence. Then he returned to her a peaceful smile and said, Yes, yes I am. As Lucian began to get up Marie told him to wait. He looked at her curiously wondering why and she said, Can Itouch your curse mark? Lucian gave her a dumbfounded look as he sat up with his legs crossed. Why? was all he could manage to say.
Marie looked up at him and saw his curse mark glowing and fading. Well she twiddled her thumbs, Ill tell you the reason after I do it. Is thatalright? Lucian didnt understand, but he put his hand down nonetheless so Marie could climb on it. Once Marie was safely sitting on his palm he brought his hand up to his heart. Marie stood up and took one step closer to his chest. She reached out and touched the curse mark. As soon as she touched it her chest got warm and she immediately pulled her arm back and yelped. Are you alright? Lucian asked worriedly.
Yes, Im fine. Sorry about that, and Marie reached out and touched the curse mark again. It was pulsing like it was alive, making Marie feel a little disgusted. She could feel her own mark getting warm as if it was resonating with the curse mark. She then felt a separate pulse different from the curse mark. It was fast and had a steady pace. She soon realized that it was Lucian heartbeat. She looked up and saw how anxious Lucians face was. Am I making you nervous? she asked. Quite a lot, he quickly replied.
Oh Im so sorry! she quickly pulled her arm away from his chest, You can put me down now if you want. Lucian quickly, but gently, placed Marie on her bed and then stood up. I-Im going to get dressed now, he still felt nervous about what just happened. Lucian grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to get changed. Marie felt a little guilty; she didnt mean to make him nervous. But now she knew that the mark on her chest definitely had something to do with Lucians curse mark.
Lucian came back out wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. He approached Marie and sat back down with his legs crossed. Marie looked up at him and said, Im really sorry Lucian, I didnt mean to make you so nervous. Lucian smiled at her, Its alright. Im fine now, but why did you want to touch my curse mark in the first place?
I wanted to know if the mark would bulge out or if it was flat against your skin like a tattoo. Butbut I never thought it would pulse like that. It felt like it was alive and she stopped and looked down. Its alright, finish what you were saying. I wont be offended, he said reassuringly. She looked back up at him, It was scary and disturbing. Lucian lowered his head and sighed. I-Im sorry, she said apologetically. Lucian shook his head and looked back at her, Dont be. I thought the very same thing when I first touched it. This is just the first time anyone else has touched it before.
Lucian grabbed his chest, It feels like a parasite, feeding off me and getting energy. If Im not careful, itll spread across my body, making me grow larger in size. L-Lucian she felt sorry for him and scared. Lucian saw hear fearful face, Sorry, I didnt mean to scare you. Dont worry, I Lucian, she interjected, Im scared for you not of you. No wonder youve become like this, tears fell from her eyes. Lucian reached out and wiped away Maries tears. As Lucian moved his arm back she grabbed his finger and asked, Do you know what causes the curse to spread?
I thinkit is based on my state of emotion. When Im in my cursed personality Im more likely to be susceptible to the curse. Since when Im like that my emotions are already unstable to begin with. But this is only an assumption, Im not really sure, he explained. Marie let go of his finger and said, Youve been stuck like this for 400 years and youre not sure? Lucian made a nervous laugh as an agreement with her question.
Theres one other thing I wanted to ask you, she said. Just one? he laughed. Wellno, but just one for right now. I know I already asked you this before, but considering youre a littledifferentthan before so I thought I could ask again, she said slightly nervous. Alright, but first, Lucian offered his hand so Marie could get on. He stood up and placed her on his desk that was in his room and then sat on the chair next to it. He set crossed arms on the desk and rested his head on his hands so he would be eye level with Marie.
He looked at her intently and said, Sorry, I was getting uncomfortable sitting like that. So, what did you want to ask? Umm she got more nervous with Lucian so focused on her. Lucian laughed and sat up, Guess Im making you nervous now arent I? and she nodded. Lucian leaned against the back of the chair and calmly looked down at her. He crossed his arms and asked, Better? Marie smiled and nodded at him.
You said before that you found no cure for your curse and not even a clue to it. Is that really true? she asked. He gave her a surprised look, Thats what you want to ask me? and she nodded. He sighed and relaxed his arms, Its true. The one who cursed me told me how to cure my curse, but it was just false information. Marie looked at him shocked, Waityou knew who it was that cursed you!? He tilted his head to the side in confusion, Did I not tell you that? She paused then replied, I dont think sobut what did you mean by false information? Lucian straighten his head, closed his eyes, and sighed.

It took a while to put this one up since I'm writing different stories. You'll notice Lucian is a lot calmer than before for the most part.

Lineage II - Legacy

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 16:32:19 PST

Weeeee!!!!! Menos mal que termine esta parte, casi no lo consigo TT_TT. Bueno es una de mis historias del Lineage II, concretamente de uno de mis roles en el juego. Iré subiendo cada cierto tiempo un capitulo no desespereis. Espero que os guste ^^.

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The fog was dragging by the ground as a mantle, enveloping the forest of the elves, immersing it in a short lethargy that would be broken by the come out of the solar star at a few hours. A never-ending of tenuous ripples were listened in the smoothness of the night and the branches of some trees were moving anxious revealing, sometimes, night birds or something more impressive, the slow and complaining movements of a treant.
The sensation of tranquillity and quietude that was transmitting this magic place was like the arms of a mother surrounding her creatures; Eärilith knew it since she had had this sensation often and now she was going back to feeling it as a warm caress.

Eärilith was some of the best knight under the order of the Sir of Giran. His handling with the sword and his aptitudes were terrible in the duels, but were better in the wars. He belonged to the elven race and as all theirs, his features and physical characteristics were delicate, though strongs and flexibles. His hair, before short, was fall down him to the waist as a silver waterfall; his eyes were of a sky blue and in his forehead, tattooed, it was flaunting the symbol of his family.

A small presence right beside got out of the hypnotic ripple of the forest. He lowered the sight and smiled paternally to observed, two big gray eyes that were looking at him trying to calling his attention.

-Elebor - whispered calmed putting a hand on the head of the young.
He gave a smile to his father and then he turned his head at the forest.

Elebor was born under the benediction of the goddess Eva as his all race, brought up in the pure elven forests to protect and the shade of the Tree Mother.

His aspect looks like more that of his mother, with the almost whitish blond hair and his gray eyes, but his strong and determination were coming from his father.

-What are there beyond our lands? - He asked the young one with curiosity, sitting down in the ground –I know that I have asked often, but I like to hear it.-

Eärilith sat down to his side and took air to speak.

-Beyond the boundaries of this forest that surrounds us are inhospitable lands, which you will know them when you are prepared. - He began. These first words were a warning; in order that for he was not moving away from the town.

-There are creatures that can hurts you; there is them also they will help you in your trip and if you choose well the ways that indicate to you, you can to see really wonderful places.

- Like this forest? - He spoke Elebor with sheen in the eyes.
His father caressed the head affectionately.
- That's it - he answered calmed - But there are other places to which I wouldn’t warn that you should enter, since the darkness reigns in them.
The young agreed but a dark shade pass on theirs heads, both lifted the sight to the sky and observed as several Wyrm was going to the town. Eärilith stand up hurriedly observing the standard that fluttering from one of the winged creatures.

- Father ….-whispered Elebor without separating the sight of the drawing framed by the worn cloth like was doing Eärilith.

The elve averted the look and did a grimace of comprehension seeing the face worried about his son. He holds him in arms and left the head of the young should rest in his shoulder and his hands were sticking strongly in them.

- Don’t worry – he said to him continues advancing towards their home.

Their clan pick they up, knew that he might not reject a direct order of his Sir and that he would have to fight in the war that had unleash itself in Schuttgart. He knew it even before go back to that forest, to be afraid that the war was spreading up to this place to which he loved with all his soul, but he is afraid of much more the hurt than could inflict to his family specially to young one that was lying among his arms.

Crossing the bridges, for which one was acceding to the elven town, the guards neared to Eärilith.

- Friend, It would seem don’t bring good news from the north. They want to see you - said one of them, putting a hand in the shoulder in symbol of support.

The elve agreed with the head and continued his steps up to the roomy square that was just in the centre of the town. There was growing one of the shoots of the tree mother, high and fort, granting under her branches a reconfirming shade during the day and a wonderful spectacle of small yellowish lights to the dusk.

There, under the same tree the entourage was waiting for him come from Giran to look for him. His wife Nerubel was waiting for him at the base of the stairs dressed in her tunic and her cap of trip.

- You too? - whispered when came to his height - why do they call for all of us?

- Apparently, they are suffering many falls - say looking what was doing the entourage - the help of all those to be able to cure is indispensable.

Eärilith looked out of the corner of the eye at his son and then afresh to Nerubel making understand to her what he wanted to say to her simply with the look. The elve deposited his son in the ground, beside with his mother and he directed up to the soldiers who were waiting for him.

Elebor looked expectantly at every movement that there was giving his father, every gesture that he was doing with the hand, until his mother stooped beside with him and with the top of the fingers in his cheek she did that he looking at her.

- Elebor … ... we have to be away for a time, there have happened certain things that we must solve and you will have to remain in the temple. They were taking care of you well.... - Nerubel's sweet features contracted in a grimace of weeping and her eyes were closed automatically.
Some pearly tears rolled about her cheeks up to her chin, from where they were falling to the ground or were getting lost among the folds of the cap.

A few fingers her dried the eyes carefully and an arms puts around on in her neck hugged her hotly. Elebor was covering her mother among his small arms crying also.

Mother, I will be waiting for you – the whispered became almost inaudible - always I will wait for you.
Nerubel pressed him into her some seconds for then to separate from him and to give him a kiss in the forehead.
Eärilith separated of the group and neared his family without hurries, as if he never wanted to leave that place.
- We must leave already - reported helping himself his wife to join and leaving her to go already with the rest, not without before looking for last time at her young and to give him a luminous smile.
Father and son looked a few seconds without saying anything, simply observed each other, as if they want to guard forever all the lived memories.

- Son …. - Surround the young the waist and he hid the face into his stomach, this one caressed the head – should be strong and noble, don’t be afraid and it follows your way with honour. Doesn’t matter who you are in a few years, which is important who you are now, live every second as if it was the last one and be happy with the life that you choose … … I love you small …..

The child didn’t say anything only separated a few steps, cleaning the tears being and lifting the head with a smiling look. Eärilith would guard it in his memory until the end of his life, until; he was exhaling his last sigh.

Returning toward the Wyrm that was taking his wife and he mounted right beside her. In that instant the eyes of both went back, towards the young that they were leaving, looking at him directly to the eyes.

This was the last time that he saw them alive.

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Translation by thank you very much!!!!

Lineage II (c) NCSoft Corp.
History and characters (c) by me

The Heart of Power Chptr 2

Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:30:59 PST

Sorry, it took long. But I got the second chapter uploaded in no time at all.

Edit: fixed some mistakes. Will add bios for the Adventurous 5:

Eugene
Name: Eugene Varian Runelight
Age: 21
Title: Highlord
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair color: Blue
Hair style: Foxtail
Features: Mustache, scar going down across his left eye
Skin Color: Pale
Primary Professions: Mining/Blacksmithing
Secondary Professions: Fishing
Class/Talents: Paladin/Retribution
Race: Human
Likes: Women, venison, milk, swords that are made of gems, elves, his friends
Dislikes: Kidnappings, evil, the Horde [except the Blood Elf Blood Knights that joined the Argent Crusade (led by Lady Liadrin Trueblood), King Bowser
Personality: Makes up jokes during meals, trains hard, never turns his back from a fight [same as Knuckles], loves adventure (much like Sonic, who admires his attack speed), owns an Argent Charger and a green protodragon [respectively named Immortal and Stoutscale], Caring, strict [only to prevent the girls from Aaronigos' harem from getting stolen by Utherian the Darkener, the shaman of the Black Dragonflight.
Relatives: Iral XXIX [father], Winifred [mother], Regina, Andrea [sisters], Iral XXX [twin brother], Iral XXIIIV [grandfather], Zoe [grandmother], Warren Hawkfeather [brother-in-law], Auroroa Hawkfeather-Runelight [niece], Laura, Karen, Qelsey [cousins]. Daesean [uncle, killed by Nefarian], Irene [aunt, killed and eaten by an Albertosarus]
Friends: Keira, Tylyrystrasz, Rosalina, Amy, Maria Roxanne, Xavier Silverhammer, Natalia Lighttotem, Agatha Deathstar, Frederic Pistolbomb, various guards of Darnassus, Stormwind, Ironforge, Thalidia, Sarasaland, Ravenshire, Roseshire, the Exodar, Dalaran and the Argent Tournament.
Foes: Garrosh, Prince Nefarian, Pricne Arygos, King Bowser
Favorite food: Deer jerky
Favorite drink: Cow's milk
Quote: "Nothing stops till you take action, and you'll get the enemy down in no time at all."

Agatha
Name: Agatha Deathstar
Age: 23
Title: Lady, Guildmistress
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 15 lbs
Hair color: Blue
Hair style: Long and full [It reaches the mid section of her lower back]
Features: crane tattoos
Skin color: Blue
Primary Professions: Herbalism/Skinning
Secondary Professions: All
Class/Talent: Death Knight/Frost [She used to be a Warrior, but she was bullied by a gang of orcs so much that she devoted herself to the Scourge {much to Tyrande's horror}]
Race: Night Elf
Likes: humans, dwarves, high elves, gnomes, draenei, children
Dislikes: Bullying, when children are attacked by danger [notably Utherian], The Horde, King Bowser
Personality: Caring, playful, loving and nice to children
Relatives: Burnt Ebony [father, killed and skinned by Malygos during the Nexus War], Nyna [mother], Alice [sister], Craig [brother, decapitated by Cyanigosa during the Nexus War], Willard [cousin], Roland [uncle], Bette [aunt], Yosarrian [grandfather], Irama [aunt, kidnapped and killed by Jessaria, avenged by Keira Yekaterina Rose]
Friends: Eugne, Keira, Xavier, Tylyrystrasz, his wife Rosalina and their daughters Amy, Roxanne and Maria, Natalia, Frederic, various guards
Foes: The Horde, The Black Dragonflight
Favorite Food: Pizza [The restaurants in Stormwind and Ironforge have the best pizzas around]
Favorite Drink: ginger ale
Quote: "There's no way you can harm my friends!"

Xavier
Name: Xavier Silverhammer
Age: 26
Title: Grand Overlord
Height: 4' 4.75"
Weight: 200 lbs [All muscle due to mining]
Hair Color: none, but his full beard and mustache are blond
Hair Style: Bald
Skin Color: Gray
Features: Full beard and mustache, scar going down across his right eye
Primary Professions: Mining/Engineering
Secondary Professions: First Aid
Class/Talent: Hunter/Marksmanship
Race: Dwarf
Likes: beer, venison, bison
Dislikes: The Horde, The Black Dragonflight
Personality: wise cracking, joker, always making people laugh. Never turns his back on anyone
Relatives: George [father], Tyra [mother], Ignatius, Cassius, Sylvester [brothers] ,Gina [sister], Jonathan [grandfather], Reona [grandmother, killed by Malygos during the Nexus War due to her use for magic {by a guillotine}], Warren, Willard [cousins], Nathaniel [uncle], Joyce [aunt], Raventalon [pet, a dark brown tiger]
Friends: Eugene, Natalia, Agatha, Frederic, Keira, Tylyrystrasz, Rosalina, Amy, Maira, Marie, various guards, King Varia, Empress Miranda, Queen Sarabi [Swahili for 'marriage'], Viceriene Cassandra, Archduchess Jacqueline
Foes: Garrosh, Nefarian, Utherian
Favorite food: bison ribs and shrimp
Favorite drink: Sweet Tea
Quote: "FOR KHAZ MODAN!"

Natalia
Name: Natalia Lighttotem
Age: 27
Title: Huntmistress
Height: 7' 9.75"
Weight: 150 lbs [correct weight for draenei women]
Hair color: black
Hair style: Feathered
Eye color: Blue
Features: high set horns, slightly longer than average tail
Skin color: white
Primary Professions: Skinning/Leatherworking
Sencondary Professions: All
Class/Talent: Hunter/Marksmanship
Race: Draenei
Likes: children, her friends, playing with children
Dislikes: anyone who harms her friends
Relatives: Nightfang [pet, black tiger], Jules [father], Wynonna [mother], Veronica, Meredith, Destiny, Cheslea [sisters], Alexandra [grandmother], Isaac [grandfather, decapitated by Garrosh when he accidentally got too close to his prized wolf], Yosarrian [cousin], Rachel [aunt], Kevin [uncle, blown to smithereens by Bowser]
Personality: caring, gentle, loving, motherly to all children - a trait shared by all women when around orphans.
Friends: Keira, Rosalina, Tylyrystrasz, Eugene, Amy, Maria, Roxnne, Agatha, Xavier, Frederic,
Foes: Garrosh [he chopped her grandfather's head off in a selfish manner], Black Dragonflight
Favorite food: Peanuts, cheese, beef jerky]
Favorite drink: tea
Quote: "Put your faith in the Holy Light, and anything inconcievable is concievable."

Frederic
Name: Frederic Pistolbomb
Age: 20
Title: Knight-Captian
Height: 3' 7.8"
Weight: 35 pounds [as big as a Savannah cat]
Hair color: none, but his beard and mustache are black
Hair style: Bald
Features: full beard and mustache
Skin Color: Pale
Primary Professions: Engineering/Mining
Secondary Professions: First Aid, Cooking
Class/Talent: Warrior/Protection
Race: Gnome
Likes: being with his friends [despite his small size], fighting alongside his buddies
Dislikes: when dynamites blow up in his face, when his inventions explode, having his inventions smashed by animals [mostly the Gorgosaurus]
Relatives: Uriel [father], Fiona [mother], Theodor [brother], Thomas [grandfather, squashed by Grocklar while gathering herbs for his grandsons], Heather [grandmother], Alonzo, Kirbi [cousins] Reginald [uncle], Khrystina [aunt - Frederic affectionately calls her 'Khrysty"]
Personality: Social, caring, adventurous, playful, serious about combat
Friends: Eugene, Natalia: Agatha, Xavier, Keira, Tylystrasz, Rosalina, Amy, Maria, Roxanne
Foes: The Horde, The Burning Legion, the Twilight's Hammer, the Black Dragonflight
Favorite Food: Pork ribs
Favorite Drink: Goats milk
Quote: "Don't turn back! There's no giving up now!"

Plot: Eugene delivers his report to Varian, Sarabi, Miranda and Jacqueline about I'kalos's rape attempt. After that, he heads to the Old Town to train, then to the tavern for dinner. His friend, Agatha, is there as well - and she's wearing a long red dress, and they talk about their pasts. As they eat, Xavier [dwarf hunter from the Bronzebeard clan], Natalia [draenei huntress] and Frederic [gnome warrior] come in and join them, thus reuniting the Adventurous 5. After their meal, a letter from Pendragos fills them with fear, knowing that Archduchess Jaqueline and her daughter, Princess Valeria, may be in danger. They head to their base and, with Bianca's help, put an end to the Legion of Twilight. They give their report and head off - Bianca to her house in the Cathedral district and the 5 to the docks for a trip to Darnassus on Cpt. Angelina's ship, the Bravery. Along the way, they're ambushed by a monstrously large mosasuar named Mobus, the Crushing Tide. After 15 minutes of fighting, Eugene manages to defeat the mosasaur by stabbing his right eye and slicing his neck... though he retreats. The Bravery docks at Rut'theran Village, and Keira, daughter of Daisy and Luigi, Niece of Peach, Mario, Samanthastrasza and Antoniostrasz (Tylyrystrasz's young friend and heir to the line of Champions of the Alliance{she'll wear the Medallion of the Alliance Champions around her neck}) is relieved to see them safe. Lauren Moonglaive, a sentinal from Darnassus, walks over and scolds her for goofing off while she's on duty. Keira quicky begins her patrol, and the Adventurous 5 head into Darnassus after a conversation with Lauren, since they need to get what they have in mind.

Harvest Pokemoon- Peter Brooks

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 10:08:44 PST

You have no idea how frustrated this guy made me. It took ages to come up with him and all his aspects! But I am extremely pleased with the results. Everyone, please welcome Peter.

Name: Peter Brooks
Age: 36 years
Gender: Male
Pokémon: Roserade
Height: 6ft
Body Style: Muscular and athletic, with a trim waist and strong arms.
Birthday: January 6th
Home Island: Affection Atoll

Personality: Peter is a straightforward individual. He gets right to the heart of a matter with little or no beating around the bush. He says what’s on his mind whether it pisses people off or not. After a bad breakup some years back Peter’s sarcasm has been rearing its head rather frequently. The same incident left him with severe trust issues when it comes to romantic entanglements. He refuses to be lured into another relationship, preferring to stick with his work.

On the whole Peter is a likeable ‘mon if you can get past his initial abrasive attitude. He gets on very well with kids though he’s rather reserved around infants. Peter will do all he can to protect those he deems as friends, fighting for them tooth and nail. He stands for what he believes in even if no one else agrees and can get very stubborn when he puts his mind to something. Whenever his little sister is around Peter becomes highly protective. Insult her at your own peril.

In the end, all he really is deep down is a man who has been hurt and built up walls to defend himself. It will take a lot to break these defenses down and bring back the person he used to be.

History: Peter was born in Virbank City, Unova to Wanda and Arthur Brooks. His father, a hardworking and straightforward Weavile, was a police officer at the local station and would often be late in coming home. His job kept him busy and left little time for breaks, even during the holiday seasons. Peter spent most of the time with his mother, a sweet and unassuming Xatu who sold flowers in a shop down the street. The Budew liked to wander around the isles and water the plants, always asking questions about them. Sensing his interest Wanda cultivated a small flower garden in their yard, helping him tend to it until he was old enough to do so by himself.

When Peter turned seven his maternal grandfather, a retired war veteran, moved in with them after his wife passed away. A bit crass and rough around the edges, Leonard still couldn’t help doting on the boy. The Budew would sit for hours and listen to the old Primeape’s stories of the army. By the time he evolved into a Roselia at age twelve he was even learning a few basic self-defense moves from him.

A few months later, Wanda gave birth to her second child. The pregnancy had been unexpected but as soon as their little Amanda was born she and Arthur were smitten. Peter didn’t know what to think of the little Goldeen until Leonard took him aside and said it was his job to protect her. The boy promised his grandfather and himself that he’d never let anything happen to her. Thus the two siblings became increasingly close as the years went by, with Amanda following him around like a puppy.

The garden Peter and his mother had been cultivating was flourishing now. The Roselia liked to take Amanda outside and show her how to water and trim the plants. Of course, this ended up in some memorable mishaps as the little Goldeen didn’t always understand and would often just rip a flower out to its roots. This in turn would upset Peter and their parents had to deal with two children that weren’t speaking to each other for weeks on end.

All through school Peter did fairly well in his studies; he struggled in history and mathematics classes but could usually scrape by with a low C. His laid-back attitude and general disregard for the rules got him into trouble at times with his professors, though. It didn't help that he had no qualms about getting into fights with other students if they aggravated him enough, either. Especially if they mentioned sweet scent and lack of interest in girls. More often than not Peter would end up in detention because he knocked some kid's tooth out. This troubled his parents but his grandfather merely shrugged and said he was proud his grandson was able to stick up for himself.

Little by little, it soon became obvious to Peter that he really was not interested in any females other than for simply platonic relationships. More than once he'd caught himself noticing other boys and even developing small crushes on a few of them. Eventually, he even began envisioning romances with them. After a particularly vivid dream involving a Breloom called Jimmy from his biology class, Peter seriously began considering the idea that he might be gay. He spoke with his family and a school counselor about it and with their support then acknowledged his homosexuality freely when asked by other students.

By the time his nineteenth birthday rolled around Peter had been working part-time at his mother’s flower shop for around five years. He loved the hustle and bustle of the business, of pouring through books on flowers and their meanings while on break. He began to experiment with making bouquets and other arrangements that had meaning behind them instead of just looking pretty. When a customer would ask about a particular flower the Roselia would eagerly explained and soon enough he was handling all the sales while Wanda cleaned shop and manned the cash register. To celebrate his burgeoning talent in business his family gifted him with a Shiny Stone for evolution on his twenty first birthday.

Unfortunately for them life wasn’t all milk and honey. One night Arthur got the short end of the stick during a bungled drugs bust and was shot in the leg. The Weavile’s kneecap was shattered leaving him unable to walk properly despite the efforts of his surgeons and therapists. No longer able to fulfill his role as a field officer he ended up retiring when Peter turned twenty two. The family needed a second income to keep up with their bills and ended up moving to Castelia City a year later where Arthur found a job as a security guard at the local art gallery.

The new environment didn’t sit well with the Roserade. He missed his friends, missed the flower shop, and most of all missed the garden he’d had back home. He began smoking and would stay out long after midnight just sitting on the ends of the docks, stargazing. It was on one such night three years later that he met someone who would become both the most important and hated person in his life. This man became Peter’s first and only boyfriend. He came from a slightly more privileged family than the Roserade, and although he was classier than what Peter was used to they grew to love each other. They even found Martin, an abandoned Glameow kitten, together in an alley and took him in.

Their break up when the Roserade turned thirty one tore Peter to pieces. The circumstances and what he’d overheard his partner saying hurt even more so. He threw himself into his plant studies, working to create new and better fertilizers to stimulate growth. Getting a job at a small local flower boutique he worked for the next five years to gather enough cash and move out here to Raccolto and build a business of his own.

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Job: Florist
Shop Name: A Study in Violets
Stock:
- Common flowers. He cannot afford to purchase any of the more extravagant species or colors yet for his stock, but he hopes to change that. The variety available so far includes:
Roses
Chrysanthemums
Tulips (Solid colors only)
Carnations
Daffodils
Peonies
Snapdragons (Standard sized)
Sunflowers
Violets
Daisies
Poppies
Lilacs
Baby’s Breath
- Simple Bouquets. He cannot do much more at the moment as each flower is too costly and precious. When the shop is fixed up and he begins to get a steadier income, the bouquets will get more elaborate with rarer flowers within them.
- Custom labels for gardens and greenhouses. Hand-written on simple white letterhead, it is up to you whether you want him to include a description and drawing of the flowers or not.
- Corsages and boutonnieres. Looking for something to get for your prom date or for a wedding? Look no further. These simple but gorgeous designs will make you the envy of the entire event.
- Floral arrangements for weddings. Whether they are for the church or the centerpieces at the reception, Peter would love to put together something special for the occasion.
- Basic Mulches and fertilizer. Useful for growing your own flowers if you have a garden or keeping potted plants alive. Has just the bare amount of nutrients to keep plants growing.
- Small and medium-sized clay pots. They are simple in design but sturdy enough to hold most flowers.

Ability: Natural Cure- If he acquires a status affliction like a burn, paralysis or unnatural sleep, Peter can heal himself fully within a few minutes.
Moveset:
Leafstorm- summons a whirlwind of razor-edged leaves to attack his opponents. This attack drains him greatly, and as such his Special Attack gets depleted each time it is used.
Sludge Bomb- spits out a noxious ball of toxins that may poison his foe when it makes contact. Highly corrosive; he’s careful not to accidentally spit on any of his plants.
Shadow Ball- taught to him long ago by someone he cared for deeply. Creates a dense ball of darkness in his palm which he hurls at his opponents. Rarely used anymore because of the painful memories it brings with it.
Synthesis- used to heal any cuts, bruises, scrapes and minor wounds he has. The sunnier it is the faster and the more efficiently he can heal himself; he harnesses the light as energy. It is virtually impossible for him to use this during a storm and he cannot heal serious injuries like broken bones or large gashes.

Talents:
Putting together beautiful, meaningful bouquets, corsages and boutonnieres for any occasion. His arrangements don’t only look gorgeous but they all have hidden meanings as well based on the flowers he chooses.
As any good florist knows, a green thumb is part of the job description. Peter is very adept in keeping flowers alive and they flourish under his care. He can bring a dying plant back to life within a few weeks. However, he cannot grow vegetables or fruits. They are the only things he hasn't been able to cultivate himself. He hates admitting that.
Making a terrific microwave dinner or ravioli out of a can. Peter often goes out to eat as he can’t cook much past ramen noodles. He’s liable to burn the house down if he tried.
Hand-to-hand combat. Most of the time he will not use his attacks in order to fight an opponent. This stems partially because of how drained he becomes when using Leaf Storm and his aversion to Shadow Ball. He likes to get up close and personal and smash a person’s face in with his fists. Part of Peter’s fighting style is from the military; his grandfather taught him those moves.
Peter is a good swimmer with above average technique. If asked he would be more than willing to help someone learn. However, he absolutely hates saltwater and does not like to do more than dip his legs into the ocean.
Being sarcastic. Peter's heart hardened after the breakup. He'd always been a bit of a smart mouth before but now he's much more obvious about it. Whenever he's upset or angry he will resort to sarcasm to express his feelings.
Good at holding his liquor. Whether it is beer, scotch or wine he can knock back glasses until the sun rolls back around in the sky. Though he will still get a massive hangover in the morning.

Fun Facts:
Peter always has a sweet scent around him. It permeates from his hair and skin and will not be smothered beneath any cologne. It irritates him when others notice this and make fun of how “feminine” or “fruity” he smells. He’s punched numerous people in the teeth over this. But he personally does not mind the scent.
He knows the hidden meanings behind each type and color of flower. He is constantly learning more and studying how they compliment each other when paired together. You can often tell how he feels about you by the flowers he gifts you.
Strangely enough for a grass type, he smokes. Peter started the habit when he was twenty three but has been trying to quit for just over a year now. He’s had a couple of major relapses but he’s determined to stick with the nicotine patches this time.
The tattoos on his arms were a present from his grandfather on his twenty eighth birthday. Peter’s parents were appalled at the ink now covering their son’s arms but the Roserade was highly pleased with the design. He’d come up with it himself and the artist had been more than happy to comply.
A little known fact is that Peter's deathly afraid of heights. If taken to the top floors of Castelia's skyscrapers he will absolutely refused to look out the window and prefer to stay in the center of the room. Anything higher than ten stories and he's freaking out.
Peter's personality is semi-based on Dead Winchester from the TV show Supernatural. The brown bomber jacket he wears during the winter months is my little hint at that.

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Cat's Race: Glameow
Cat's Name: Martin
Cat's Personality: Martin is a bit of an oddball. He has trouble trusting most people since he'd been abandoned and mistreated as a kitten. He appears nice enough when you first meet him, will purr if you pet him correctly and play with cat toys. But despite this even temperament he has a surprisingly explosive temper; if you do something to annoy him he will be off, hissing and growling at you. He will never claw anyone unless they attempt to hurt him or Peter, but he will certainly let you have an earful of his displeasure. Enjoys hiding behind the various pots and bags of mulch in the shop so he can watch all the customers who enter without being seen. Thankfully he has very good balance and rarely knocks anything over.

Cat's Ability: Limber- Martin is extremely flexible. If you pick him up when he is fully relaxed and sleepy, he feels almost boneless. It is impossible to paralyze him.
Cat’s Hidden Ability: Keen Eye- Has a sharp gaze; he can spot a troublesome customer a mile away. In battle, Martin's accuracy cannot be lowered.
Cat's Moveset: Work Up, Return, Thunderbolt, Shadow Claw

Pet's Talents:
Having the consistency of silly putty when picked up and carried around.
Chasing any pests and unwanted customers away from the plants.
Martin has excellent balance and often walks around on narrow ledges and planks in the shop.
Tidying up the shop by picking up pieces of junk and tossing them in the rubbish bin.

Pet's Fun Facts:
Martin was a stray kitten Peter found in a back alley of Castelia City. He'd been mistreated and abandoned and as such disliked people immensely. But he took a shine to Peter and trusts him implicitly.
He has a distinct fondness for hamburger meat and will often try to steal some from Peter. The Roserade thus orders an extra patty for him when they go out for food.
The fur on the tip of his tail is not as fluffy as other Glameow. It's rather rough to the touch
A scar runs across his right hip from where someone threw a sharp object at him during his time as a stray. Thanks to Peter's care it has begun to fade.

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- Courtship -

Sexuality: Homosexual- very open about this if asked. A firm believer in the idea that gender doesn’t matter where love is concerned.
Relationship Status: Single- he has closed himself up to any possibility of a new relationship. He doesn't want one and will refuse all offers to go on a date.

Loves- Orchids, any kind of rain from a light drizzle to a harsh downpour, hamburgers (with no pickles or onions), blueberries, Pepsi, felines, loud music, gold jewelry, cigarettes.
Likes- Roses, swimming (but only in fresh water), bee Pokémon (they pollinate his flowers), rich mulches and fertilizers, apples, Coba berries, scotch, sweets and candy.

Dislikes
• Herbs; he can grow them but the smells aren’t to his liking.
• Nicotine patches; he’s trying to quit smoking and it irritates him that he can’t have a decent cigarette anymore.
• Mushrooms; they taste good but he’s not a fan of fungi when they’re not cooked.
• Medicine; he doesn’t make a good patient and hates getting sick. Peter believes all medicines smell and taste horrible.
• Coffee; he will drink some if he needs a strong dose of caffeine but he will first sweeten it with tons of milk and sugar.
• Being insulted; Peter will often get into fist fights if anyone aggravates him and won’t back off.

Hates
• Extreme heat; he detests sweating and will dive into a pool immediately to cool off come summertime.
• Mistreated plants; if you break so much as a stem or rip a leaf…you’d better start running!
• Pesticides; they tend to make him violently sick. Peter takes meticulous care of his plants so as not to have to use any.
• Weeds; he has to go around manually tugging them all up and it’s a tedious and aggravating job.
• Citrus; hates the taste, hates the smell, hates everything made with it.
• Plant-eating insects; isn’t it obviously? They’ll destroy all his stock!
• Homophobes; take your prejudices somewhere else. He doesn’t need them.

Best Gifts- Orchids, books on flower species and meanings, blueberries, hamburger dates, bottles of Pepsi, rock and roll record albums.
Good Gifts- Roses, rich mulch and fertilizer, gardening tools or books, Coba berries, a bottle of scotch, candy and sweets.
Neutral Gifts- Honey, bonsai trees, decent fertilizer, pressed flowers, cooked mushrooms, nicotine patches.
Bad Gifts- Wilted or dead flowers, weeds, vegetable and fruit seeds, herb plants, anything treated with pesticides.

Story and Character © PickeBicke
Pokemon © Satoshi Tajiri
~Preview Image is Free Clipart found via Google

Just Another Letter

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 12:55:33 PDT

I don't know whether to file this under fiction or non-fiction. It is a highly dramatized, highly fictionalized piece that has foundation on truths. I do have difficulty with my stepmother, and the relationship between her, my father and I. I also might want an eyebrow piercing someday, and if I ever got a tattoo, it would be of an ouroboros (serpent eating its own tail). I've always been fascinated with the tattoo since seeing it on the X-Files. If I did get it though, it wouldn't be on my lower back like Scully's-that's a tramp stamp

ps. Lucy-fer is a Bill Engvall joke about his duaghter's goth friend. It's a joke between my father and I.

Routine

Wed, 25 Jul 2012 07:28:02 PDT

Introducing my darling Gwen. She and Dion have been in my mind for the past few weeks. Well, someone made a remark about rape and then I read something that made Dion come screaming awake. I now wanna use them for...something.

I am planning on writing something from Dion's POV to introduce him.

Infos on Gwen

Who do we have here?
Full Name: Gwendlyn K. McCauley
Given Name: Gwen
Nicknames/Pet Names/Common Aliases: Lyn, Lyn-Gwen, L-Gwen, Gwen-twin
Age: 26
DOB: June 25, 1986
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Social Status: Lower middle class

Where does she come from?
Nationality: American
City of Birth: Maysville, Ohio
Home Town: Baker, Ohio
Father: Gareth McCauley (53| March 1)
Mother: Arowyn (Hale) McCauley (49| August 22)
Siblings:Twin Brother Gwendion C. McCauley
Older Brother Dylan McCauley (28| January 3)
Younger Brother Adrian McCauley (24| September 29)
Younger Sister Sharon McCauley (22| October 3)
History:
Gwen was born to a happy couple in western Ohio. Her twin brother was a surprise, and that partially accounts for their incredibly similar names. She had a brother two years older than her. Two years later, she had another brother, and two years after that, she was no longer the only girl in the family. They grew up on a farm, which their mother managed, while their father worked in town. The two made enough to keep the farm running, the children fed, clothed, and not much else. It was a simple, comfortable life for them. Gwen was always close with her twin and older brother. Rough and tumble, she raced with them around the farm and through the surrounding forests. Even when she was no longer the only girl, she kept with her brothers. She started elementary school at six, and her bold, friendly nature meant she made friends fast. She played with the boys and didnt really understand her female classmates. Dion was every bit as social as her and the two were rather popular all throughout elementary and junior high school. Around the time she was twelve, she began to notice, really notice, the other girls. Deciding that it was just because she didnt have enough female friends, she committed herself to becoming more feminine. It was an ill-timed move on her part. Her twin was having a minor crisis over his own slow blooming sexuality. When they were just thirteen, he vanished. Gwen had felt the growing distance between herself and Dion, but she was completely blind-sided by his disappearance. She was frantic, searching for him. Everyone was. They never found him. She stayed home for the remainder of the school year, doing her school work at home. Though she went into the next school year with the same friends she had always had, something had changed. They shied away from her. None of them wanted to be around her. It was, in part, her energy. Everything about her was colder, harder, and more closed off. She didnt want or need their friendship. Dion still wasnt found in the next four years it took her to complete high school. She went off to college, paid for by her good grades and her own hard work at the same factory as her father, working forty hours every week every some, and working as a pet sitter during the school year. She made top marks throughout college, and when she finished, she moved out of state, heading to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. She was twenty-four by then, and she quickly got a good job at an office. It was the March before she turned twenty-five that her mom called her, in tears, and told her Gwendion was home. Predictably, she put a halt on everything and rushed back that night. Beaten, battered, broken, barely recognizable, it was indeed her twin brother. She spent a week with him before she had to go back to keep her job. Every weekend, she spend at home with him. She could see he was healing on the surface, but not deep down, and that bothered her. She fought to try and help him, but nothing seemed to. He lived with their parents for eight months, and each month the strain on her parents was more and more obvious. Finally, she asked for Dion to come live with her. It took some fast talking, but he finally did. Since then, her world has revolved around healing him, and slowly, but surely, discovering what happened to him.

What are we looking at?
Ethnicity: Caucasian (Welsh, French, German, Swedish)
Gender Expression: Confident feminine
Height: 54
Weight: 100~lbs
Eye Color: Brown {Ambler/Light Brown/Gold}
Skin Color: Fair {Pale/Creamy/Alabaster}
Shape of Face: Heart Shaped {Broad forehead, high cheeks, narrow chin, slight widows peak}
Distinguishing Features: Eyes, Scars, Straight, narrow nose, Wide, thin mouth
Build: Slender shoulders, slim build, slight pudge around her tummy, 35, 26, 37
Hair: Brown {Mahogany/Dark Auburn/Chocolate Brown} Thick {Dense/Healthy} Curly {Loose Curls/Defined Wavy} Mid-Back {Shoulder Blades/When Dry/Longer Wet or Straightened}
Complexion: Freckled across her nose and the backs of her shoulders; it is smooth and soft except on her decent number of scars
Posture: Upright and proud, her shoulders are almost always rolled back, her back almost always perfectly straight, when she walks, her hips sway
Smile: An upward tilt of her lips that rarely reaches her eyes, when it does reach her eyes, the tips of her upper teeth are revealed as the smile gets wider and more sincere.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Lobes
Scars: Face From her right eye, like a cat-eye make up design; from her left eye, straight down over her cheek
Torso Along the bottom of her breasts, neat, straight lines from cutting; her stomach on the left, a two inch scar from a bad scratch as a kid.
Arms From her wrist to her elbow, eight vertical lines on both arms, small scars along the backs of her arms and on her shoulders
Legs Inner thighs, straight, neat lines from cutting, old, small scars on her knee caps, what looks like a D on her inner calf.
Summary: A small, but confident young woman with fair skin, brown hair, and amber eyes.

What is her job? What about her passions?
Occupation and Rank: Advertisement Company; Secretary; Middle Rank
Opinion of It: It is a good job. She knows what she needs to do, she does it, and that is the end of it. She isnt high enough to take the fall if something goes wrong, nor is she low enough to lose her job when they have to cut back. The pay is good. The hours are consistent. There is no excitement or danger.
Hobbies: (Previously) Clubbing, going to see movies in groups, taking various practical classes (Currently) Watching cartoons, blogging, texting
Skills: 140 WPM/Excellent typist, Organization, Motivational Speaking, Persuasion, Word Play, Cooking, Sewing
Talents: Poetry, Painting
Likes: Poetry, painting, typing/writing, crossword puzzles, home cooked meals, cuddling, clothes <3, shoes <3, earth tones, harmony, slow music, romcoms, Family Guy/American Dad/the like, herbal tea, health food
Dislikes: Working out/exorcize, being cooped up, feeling lonely, failing anyone, fast food, shopping, neon colors, erratic/random/disaccord, rock and roll, country, action
Goals: Become the head receptionist; See Gwendion back to himself; Find someone and start a family (waaaay long term, but she wants three kids, two daughters and a son, two dogs, and a cat)
Fears: Losing Dion; Failing him or anyone else; Being judged; Being isolated

Whats beneath the surface? Tell us about her mind...
Strengths: Loyal, organized, excellent self control, self sacrificing, realist, dependable, adaptable
Weaknesses: Moody, clingy, self-pitying, controlling, codependent, unresponsive/unemotional
Personality: Can we say repressed? Gwen pushes everything down, bottles it up, and ignores it. Unless it is threatening to blow up in her face right in that very moment, she doesnt pay attention to it. She tends to seem cold while dealing with people, handling them in a professional and social manner without actually being warm. Getting close to her takes time, especially now that she is afraid of people judging Dion, but when someone gets close to her, she is completely open to them. They can cut her to the quick and completely emotionally destroy her. Still, she will do her best to make them realize that life is beautiful.
Education: BA in Business management
General Intelligence: High; she is a highly intelligent person, able to figure out problems easily and come up with simple solutions; she tends to not make simple mistakes, as she thinks things through before acting
General Sociability: High; she enjoys being around people and enjoys the variety of people she meets; she does have moments when she wants to be at home, but generally, she would rather be out with friends or making friends; despite this, she still rarely lets anyone in emotionally; fleeting connections are more her speed
General Attitude: Neutral; she tries not to feel as often as possible, because if she doesnt keep her emotions down, they can and often times do set off her brother.

ffr ch 4

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 11:38:15 PST

here's the rest of the chapter, i didn't want to deal with saving it differently and suttf, so i just did this. i'll come up with a better alternative later on.

Hey, man, hows it going? Damien said as he walked into Zykans room, Zykan gave him a flat look,
wonderful. Absolutely perfect. he said sarcastically, the robe he normally wore to cover his tattoos was nowhere in sight, and theyd let his hair down, that irked him, Miko tended to tease him about looking like a girl whenever he had his hair down, normally that was a forced action from Annakhin. Damien shrugged,
just curious. he said as he leaned against the wall next to the bed, Annakhin sat on a chair next to the bed, Zykan involuntarily twitched. Then the girl next to him frowned slightly and lowered her gaze, ready to be yelled at,
I told Miko...about the bracelet. she said, Zykans eyes widened considerably, then he snapped his head around to look at Annakhin,
you *what*?! Why?! he cried, the girl looked away a little more,
she wanted to know how you were able to attack like you did. So, I told her. Annakhin said. Zykan whined pathetically. Im sorry, I needed to tell her something. I couldnt very well lie to her, now, could I?
Yes! he said, why me? he moaned, covering his face with his hands, I suppose now everyone else is curious.
Yes, they are. Annakhin said,
and I suppose that, if you dont tell them, Miko will. he whined.
Yes, I will. the girl said. Zykan glared coldly at her,
why are you such a bitch? he snapped, Miko was about to snap back at him, but the nurse from earlier walked into the room, a doctor following her.
If you all could please clear out now. The nurse said, motioning towards the door. Damien paused, noticing a suspicious look on Azurils face.
What is it? he asked, she shook her head,
nothing. she said, but she stopped next to the doctor and nurse on her way out, hurt him, and I will prove to you how inhuman I am as well. she threatened, leaving both of them watching her leave, pale faced.
What was that about? Damien said, watching Azuril close the door to Zykans room, then lean against the wall next to it so she could hear what was going on inside the room.
They are not in there for just a quick check up. Zykan is under orders not to hurt anyone, he cannot fight back because of that rule. They *will* try to hurt him. They are human, they fear what they do not understand until they understand it. In order to understand another living being fully, they believe they must know it inside and out. They believe they need to see the differences to confirm they exist. They have seen the outside, now, if not monitored, they will see the insides. she said, a living being on a lab table, waiting to be cut and changed, that is something I wont allow. Even if I need to cross over a new level of sins. she added, resting her hand on her gun. Damiens eyes widened, she was willing to kill to rescue Zykan, if her theory proved correct. If it did prove correct, then that meant Zykan was as good as gutted behind that door.
We should get him out of there and leave, before those guys figure too much out about him. he said, following Azuril completely, she was right, if they were curious, theyd try to figure it out, that would mean poking around inside a still living being. Not happen.
What about Bobby? Annakhin said, we cant leave her, and we cant move her, thatll just hurt her worse.
Maybe one of us should go in there and keep and eye on the doctor and nurse, make sure Zykan lives to se tomorrow. Miko said, she may not get along with Zykan, but she didnt want him turned into a science experiment.
Ill go. Annakhin said, I can tell him whether its ok to fight back or not. then she went into the room. Half an hour went by, everyone tense and watching the door. Azuril not moving from her spot. Still resting her hand on her gun, paranoid style ready, just incase. Skayr had gone in by Bobby and Damien and Miko were watching the door fixedly. Suddenly, there was a loud crash inside the room, Azuril dove away from the door right before it swung open and Zykan bolted out of the room, Annakhin running out after him,
Zykan, its alright, its just a blood test. she said calmly, Zykan peeked out from behind Damien,
no way in hell! I let them prod at me enough! he said frantically, he still sounded exhausted, and Damien could hear his breathing, labored slightly and coming out in short fast gasps.
Zykan, maybe you should go back in there and let them do the blood test. he said, Zykan shook his head,
No! That is a damned big needle, and there is no way I am willingly getting stabbed by it. he said, then he was up on the ceiling, staring fearfully down at the needle that he was so freaked out by. Even from up here it looks huge! Not a chance in hell, man! the doctor dropped the syringe, staring in shock at the fact that Zykan was now up on the ceiling, the nurse was in a similar state.
What *is* he?! the nurse cried,
Thats a very good question, when I come up with an answer, Ill tell you. Damien said, Azuril nodded. As if to say I told you so, directed at Damien, he did his best to not notice her.
She was odd enough, but this?! the doctor cried, looking from Azuril to Zykan, who crawled down the wall a bit, snagged his scythe from an unsuspecting Miko, and skittered back up onto the ceiling.
Zykan, he dropped the needle, get your ass down here. Damien said sternly,
not on your life! Zykan snapped, the needles still down there! I am not coming down until its gone.
We could always us a tranqu gun. Miko said, Damien gave her an odd look.
If that involves needles, no, you cant! Zykan snapped, and, I am yay close to heading for the roof, Ill have you know! everyone watched as Azuril picked up the needle, walking towards the center of the room, messing around with her gun, finally, she aimed at him,
come down by the needle, or I send it up by you. Which do you prefer? she said. He just stared,
youre crazy. he said bluntly.
And Im giving you ten seconds to chose-more needles. She said, looking over her shoulder for a second, then back at Zykan, shooting at him, he yelped and skittered away from where the needle hit,
you said ten seconds! That was only, like, two! he cried,
I never was good with math. she said, loading another needle, next time wont be a warning shot, chose before I shoot you.
Shes a very direct and to the point person, isnt she? Damien said,
yeah, looks that way. Miko said, then she looked at Annakhin, why dont you just tell him he has to come down?
Because I dont want to force him to do something that he thinks will hurt him. Thats just not right. she said. Azuril fired again, this time Zykan fell off the ceiling, landing on a couch near the door, swearing the entire time.
Your blood sample. Azuril said, gesturing to Zykan, who was ripping the needle out of his arm, cursing in several languages none of them understood, he then threw the needle at the doctor.
I am never co-operating with managed health care again! Never, dammit! he spat, glaring daggers at Azuril, and stop shooting at me! he snapped, then he had a gun in his face.
Try to give me orders one more time, I dare you. she said, Zykan shook his head,
no, Im good. he said, Azuril put her gun away.
Sorry about that spazoid. Did you get enough or does he need to be shot again? Damien said, giving the doctor and nurse an apologetic look.
No, this should be fine. You can leave if you want to. the doctor said shakily.
We arent going anywhere until Bobby can come with us. Skayr said, standing in the doorway to Bobbys room, you will need to adjust. Damien snickered a bit at the horrified look on the doctors face, the nurse was well on her way out of the room, the blood sample acting as her excuse for escape. Miko then spoke up,
Yeah, those three- she gestured to Skayr, Zykan and Azuril, -may look, or act scary, but theyre harmless unless pissed off. Even then, the ones with the weapons wont use them, theyre under strict orders not to. Zykan flipped her off behind her back.
Nevertheless, Im not sure theyre safe to have in here...especially the ones with weapons, Ill have to ask them to leave, for fear of them scaring any patients. the doctor said. Skayr growled angrily,
a friend of mine is in one of your rooms here and now suddenly I am not allowed to visit her? I suggest you think that over again. she said, then she promptly walked back into Bobbys room.
Now you have nothing to worry about from her. Even with broken ribs, Bobby would beat the shit out of her if she did something remotely stupid. Like a reverse bodyguard. Damien assured him. All the doctor did was nod slowly, then point to Zykan, who was sitting on the couch hed landed on earlier, his scythe leaning against the wall next to him.
Dont worry. Hes the least harmful of them all. Hes not allowed to touch that thing until he has to pick it up while hes walking out of the hospital. You have no idea how short a leash hes on. Miko said, again, she was flipped off.
Choke chain style short. Zykan muttered, brooding on that fact.
Im sorry, but the gun... the doctor started, pointing to Azuril. Damien gave a loud sigh, then turned to Azuril.
Azuril, gimme your gun until we leave the hospital. he said, holding out his hand. She hesitated, looked at the doctor for a long second, in Damiens opinion, it looked like she was judging him with her eyes alone, then she walked towards Damien, taking the gun, holster and all, off of her, unfortunately for her, that meant she needed to use both hands, her left arm still frightened the doctor, she walked away from Damien, standing next to the door, Zykan grabbing his scythe and laid it down on the floor at his feet. Damien looked at the doctor, who was a whole new shade of white as he looked at the pair by the door, some inhuman being, who still lacked his robe, thus making him very uneasy, and a girl that had a left arm made mostly of metal, the wardrobe did nothing to save her either. Shes perfectly safe. You dont need to worry. She hates even showing that thing, even if its necessary at times, and dont ask me to hang onto it while were in the hospital, I dont know how shell react to that. Shes probably slightly pissed with me for taking her gun. But shes safe. Shes too cautious to be a danger to anyone. he assured the pallid doctor, who nodded slowly, backing away from the group, once he was near the door to the lab the nurse had gone into earlier, Zykan smirked,
boo! he said, falling off the couch laughing when the doctor turned tail and ran for it.
Zykan! Dude, you are sick! Damien said, trying to sound unamused, though he wanted to laugh too.
Thanks. Zykan said as he sat up on the ground, so, what now?
Now you sit stone still and exercise the phrase silent as the dead, or you could let me bash your head in for being such a little prick! Miko snapped, for the third time since theyd entered the waiting room, she was flipped off,
Ill do what I please, thank you. he said, then he jumped straight up and rested on the ceiling.
Geddown, moron! Someone will see you! Damien hissed.
Who the hell looks at the ceiling when they walk into a room? Besides you guys, that is. he said flatly, the group, save Azuril, who didnt really care in any respect, looked amongst themselves,
he has a point. Annakhin said, if it werent for the fact that I already know someone who can walk on the ceiling, I dont think Id look up to try to find someone walking up there.
She has point. Damien said, if I didnt know him, I wouldnt walk around staring at the ceiling. Miko, I know you wouldnt either. So, as long as he stays clear any doors or windows, I think hes fine, screw what I said earlier.
Thank you. Zykan said in a fake overjoyed voice, Damien grinned and flipped him off, the gesture was returned and the pair broke down laughing.
Boys are weird. Annakhin said, watching the pair of boys laugh, Miko nodded,
I second that. And Ive know one of them for a pretty long time, whats that tell ya about him?
He has a very strong sense of endurance? Azuril said, still stoic, Miko glared,
who said you could talk? she said, Annakhin started giggling at the pairs similarities to Damien and Zykan. Suddenly, Bobby could be heard from her room, setting everyone straight-faced with her tone,
shut up! Im trying to sleep, and, Zykan, get off the damn ceiling already! she yelled, obviously annoyed. They could hear Skayr laughing from Bobbys room.
Why did you let her stay again? Zykan said as he landed next to Damien, walking back over to the couch then sitting down.
I wonder that myself. Damien said, flopping down next to Zykan, Miko and Annakhin occupied another, smaller, couch and Azuril kept her spot, standing by the door. Then Miko spoke up,
how long will we be waiting here? I mean broken bones take a long time to heal. We cant sit here this entire time. Well need to find someplace to stay, long tern, for now. she said, the rest of the group looked thoughtful
I saw an inn on the way through here. Annakhin said,
that would be a good place to start. Damien said, Zykan nodding his head in agreement.
Well, Bobbys the one with all of the money. Lets go discuss things with her. Miko said, then she paused and looked at Azuril and Zykan, then we can hear some stories. she said, the pair looked each other, knowing what she meant,
may I shoot her? Azuril said, looking at Damien, who still had her gun.
No. And, somehow I doubt one shot would do it. he said as they walked into Bobbys room,
who said anything about *one*? Azuril muttered, Damien gave her a look.
Well, the circus is back in town. Hi, guys. Bobby said, Zykan kept up his earlier antics and flipped her off. No thanks, Im waiting for a human man.
What?! You- Damien put a hand over Zykans mouth, then pointed to Bobby,
dont provoke him, were in a hospital. he let his hand drop away from Zykans mouth, Zykan then ended his earlier interrupted statement,
bitch. he was then smacked upside the head by Damien,
shut up, now. he hissed, Zykan decided against arguing and opted for glaring at Damien.
Do we have to tell my lifes story? Because I know thats what youre gonna do-whoa... Zykan swayed a bit, looking dizzy, can I sit down and not get stepped on? he said, apparently still ill.
Theres a chair over here, Zykan. Bobby said, pointing to a chair next to her bed. The next thing they knew, Zykan was in said chair looking exhausted.
How did you- Miko started, Annakhin overlapped her, scolding Zykan,
you know if youre sick you shouldnt use too many tricks. Especially not teleporting or anything near that sort of thing, if you pass out in the middle of the trip who knows what would happen. Zykan rolled his eyes,
Im fine, Im just tired. Ill be back to tormenting you people in no time. he said, Damien looked at him curiously,
Zykan, if youre tired why dont you go back to your room from earlier and lay down. he suggested, Zykan shook his head
no. Im ok. Just tired. I dont need to lay down. he insisted.
Let him be. Azuril said, everyone was looking at her now, she almost never spoke, and when she did it was always very short-lived, she also was defending someone, none of them had any idea whether the world had ended, or hell had frozen over, they couldnt pick.
What? Damien said in some disbelief, he was dumbstruck as well as the rest of the group, hed heard her talk, held conversations with her at best, but now she was defending someone, something he never expected to hear.
Let him be. If he is tired, let him be tired, if he is still ill then he will need help. Wait to see which it is. Let it be for a while, Damien. she said, shed said more than one sentence in front of people she didnt even really know or, according to her, give a damn about. Damien nodded slowly,
alright. Well move on. he said, Zykan was staring stupidly at Damien, then Azuril, then back to Damien,
she talked. he said, Damien nodded,
she does that now and then. he said, then he looked at Miko, you said something about these two telling us stories. What the hell was that about?
Well, our resident weirdo over there has quite the interesting life behind him. she said, pointing to Zykan, who glared at Annakhin,
I hate you. he stated bluntly, knowing she told Miko all while he was out cold.
Im sorry, but she wanted to know how you did what you did. Annakhin said, I couldnt very well lie to her, now, could I? Zykan gave a raged sigh, putting a hand to his forehead, as though he was checking his temperature,
didnt those two say that earlier? Miko whispered to Damien, who shrugged,
oh, well. Let her talk. he said, waiting for Annakhin to speak. He looked at Zykan for a second, he gave ragged sigh, then waved his hand dismissively,
no, go ahead. Do your thing ro whatever. Im on the wrong end of the leash when it comes to giving commands. he said tiredly, letting his hand drop away from his face, then he paused for a second, thinking on something, then he looked at Damien, come here, I need to double check something. he said, once Damien was at his side he stood up and tried the same thing he had before, this time with a little help from some one who wasnt him. He looked thoughtful again, then grabbed one of Damiens wrists and put his hand against his forehead (you followed that all, right?) Damien jumped back, pulling back away from Zykan,
Dammit! Now Im dragging your ass back to your damn room! I think you burned me! he snapped, grabbing Zykan by the arm and dragging him out of the room.
Oh, dear. Annakhin said, sounding worried, do you think hell be alright?
Who? Damien or Zykan? Bobby said, Skayr and Miko snickering at that.
Zykan. Hes still sick, what do you thing it is? Annakhin said.
Most likely a virus. Itll pass. Bobby said, waving her hand dismissively. Damien walked back into the room,
Ok, I got him to sit still-
with what? Did you bash him over the head with something? Miko said, all, save Annakhin and Azuril, snickered a bit.
Dont joke. Its not nice to do that. Annakhin said, sounding like a mother scolding her child.
No, Miko, no physical trauma was involved, the illness saved me from hitting him. He passed out mid argument. Damien said, now, what was he babbling about earlier? And what was it you were saying, Miko? The two topics seemed vaguely linked. he said, the end of it being half sarcasm
hes an even bigger hazard to himself and others, mostly others, than we originally thought! We should worship Annakhin for being here! Miko started to yell, she was hit with Bobbys boomerang. Ow! What the-?
Thank you, Skayr. Bobby said, the fiery-eyed girl only gave a nod, then leaned the weapon against the wall where shed gotten it from.
That reminds me, should we go grab the lunatics scythe? Damien said, Azuril left the room, only to come back in several seconds later, carrying Zykans scythe, which she leaned against the wall near Bobbys boomerang. Ok, problem solved. he said, sounding a little surprised.
Well, now that thats all done and over with, what were we talking about? I never did properly catch the topic. Bobby said, Damien sighed and looked at Azuril,
are you sure you dont want them to know? he said, she nodded, ok. Ill just be remotely sketchy, Skayr and I got into some trouble and Azuril saved us. Theres the story, leave it be. he said, looking at Miko, then at Bobby when he specified that the topic was to be killed right here and now.
Ok, ok! Miko said, waving her hands in mock defeat, geez.
Ok, and, Skayr, double checking your silence. Damien said, looking at Skayr, who nodded,
I will keep my word and vow of silence for her. she said, then she looked at Bobby, your life was saved as well, by Azuril.
I thought as much. Well, Im killing the topic and, just to be safe on it all, I give you my vow of silence for whatever it is theyre shutting up about. Bobby said, Azuril gave a nod of recognition,
that is much appreciated. she said, Bobby gave a thumbs up,
no problem. Anything for the person that saved my ass. she said, then she turned to Damien, now, what were we talking about?
Well, we got our story out of the way, Miko, Annakhin, your turn. Damien said, turning to look at the two girls.
Annakhin, you tell it. All I know is that hes got a powerful swing. Miko said, Annakhin sighed, then started talking.
Well, back near the time when magic was finally being used in an organized sense, sorcerers were being born from magic and humans, but, with light comes dark, and, as the strength concentration of light magic grew, the strength and concentration of dark magic grew just as steadily. Finally, so much light magic was born that it needed to pull itself into one physical being, so it created one. A wizard made of pure white magic. But, like I said a second ago, too much light meant too much dark and the dark magic found itself in the same predicament the light magic had been in. It mimicked the light magic, pulling itself together into one physical being made purely of black magic and, since there were no dark sorcerers strong enough to withstand its pull, they were added to the mix of dark magic as well, most of the dark sorcerers were absorbed into the darkness, the ones that werent were very careful not to make any mistakes with their magic while the dark magic was manifesting its physical form.
Wait, a person made of pure magic, no human flesh and blood at all? Damien said, Annakhin nodded,
why did it take so long for the dark magic to figure itself out? Miko asked, she hadnt heard this part before.
Because its supply increased by the day. More and more sorcerers were switching sides, not intentionally, mind you. They decided to pull back from using their magic at all, thinking that, now that the wizard made of light magic was around, they wouldnt need to do anything magic related anymore, so they used magic at times to placate themselves, the stereotype making pots and pans wash themselves and make their meals for them and things of that sort. That improper use of their magic gave the dark magic a sliver of selfishness and narcissistic thoughts to slip through, turning the magic the sorcerer possessed slowly darker, until it was tainted enough for it to be absorbed. once it had slimmed out the entire magic supply on both the light and dark sides, it began to turn itself into a solid being, just like the light magic had. And it became stronger and stronger with peoples growing ill-will towards others and other darker thoughts.
Made by more sorcerers Im guessing, right? Damien said, tilting his head to the side a bit in confusion when she shook her head,
it had gotten to the point where it was so strong it could feed off of any type of human aura, magic or not, its still able to do so, even today.. The wizard made of light magic tried to destroy, or at least subdue, the large source of black magic before it could attain a true physical body, but he was the seconds too late. Just as he launched his attack on the mass of dark magic, it pulled itself together into one physical being, still absently feeding on the darker part of the human mind and aura, the dark magic fought back, the wizard tried with everything he had to nullify the daemon made of black magic, but you cant have light without dark, that balance is impossible to break. All the wizard managed to do was slow the darkness pace a little bit. Knowing that light must always have a dark side and vise-versa, he used every last bit of magic he had, sacrifice all of himself, to seal the darkness, knowing that the dark, when hit by the light, has to balance itself, when the seal was made the light and dark were still waging a war to balance themselves, but the darkness couldnt grow anymore, surrounded by light that it had to keep in tune with, growing more would probably destroy both of the beings inside the seal. she paused for questions,
so the light magic turned into a physical being, and the dark magic turned itself into a physical being, but the darkness could continue to grow because it fed off of dark magic and the darkness inside humans in general? Miko said, Annakhin nodded,
and, to stop the darkness from growing anymore, the light turned itself into a seal to put a lid on the darkness, and the darkness couldnt break the seal because if it overbalanced the scale at all it would destroy both itself and the light? Bobby said, Annakhin nodded again,
why would it destroy both itself and the light if it tipped the scale? Skayr asked, but Azuril surprised them by answering,
because if it tipped the scales too much there wouldnt be enough light magic to balance it out right away. If they are uneven, the balance, the key to their true existence, would be destroyed, therefore they too would fall without anything to hold them together. she said, Annakhin nodded,
exactly.
So, the seal stuck for how long? Bobby asked,
the seal stuck for thousands of years. The sorcerers that used light magic built a shrine and temple for the seal, and the shrine was a memorial of the light magic trapped inside the seal. Magic users go to the temple to pray and give offerings, just like going to a synagogue. They say that, if you use magic, then your powers with grow slightly while you pray at the temple. Annakhin said, but, they hid the seal far too well for treasure hunters to find it, if someone with selfish intent found it and broke the seal, the darkness would be able to escape, slipping through the dark thoughts of the person who released it. Then the original form it took all those centuries ago would return and the seal and the person who broke it, with dark intent, a true heart will keep the balance, would be useless and would have no power over the darkness, setting it free and, without a true and large source of light magic, possibly twice the size of the wizard who cast the seal, there would be nothing but darkness and devastation everywhere the dark magic went.
But someone with a good heart can control it? Bobby said, Annakhin nodded,
the light would balance the darkness, the light magic from the seal and the pureness of the person who broke it would balance out the darkness in its weakened state from all that time being sealed up.
So, whats that have to do with anything? It was an awesome piece of info, but, what relevance does it have to our conversation? Damien said, he was sitting in the chair Zykan had been in, hed pulled it away from the bed, turned it around so the back was in the front and flopped down on it, Azuril standing at his side, watching the entire thing. Annakhin, who was seated on the foot of the bed sighed, then started talking again.
What I said before, about the place where the seal was being hidden and it being a shrine to the wizard that sealed the darkness, and, about the myth about a sorcerer or anyone wielding magic power grown slightly if they were to pray in the temple, I went to see the shrine that Id heard about from my mother. When I got there, no one else was around. I wondered if this was a holy day of some kind and the temple was off limits. But something told me to keep going. I went inside the temple and found a door was opened on the opposite side of the alter from me so I went to close it, but I noticed several other doors were opened after that one, like a hallway with doors blocking it in many places, but they were all opened. I really was slightly frightened by it, but, I dont know why, a gut feeling of some kind, maybe, something made me keep walking down the hall, there were twists and turns and so many doors everywhere. Finally I saw a, literal, light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a beautiful room made with some kind of pure white stone with a fountain made from the same white stone as the room was, all of it looked so new, so beautiful. There was a small alter in the middle of the room, when I got closer to it, I could see carvings in the stone the alter was made of, they were spells written in a language I didnt know, and there were carvings of strange creatures, which, now I can only assume, had to have been of demons and creatures from the dark magic in the myths Id heard. The alter had a bracelet on it, more writing encircled the bracelet, stronger spells, I guess. I couldnt help myself, I had to see the bracelet better, I picked it up and gave it a closer inspection. Again, I think some of you in her can sympathize with me here, I couldnt help it, I wanted to try it on, but something wasnt right about the bracelet, it seemed colder, in a way, evil. But, when I put I back on the alter, the words from the spells lit up like a flame, and the bracelet wouldnt stay down on the alter, no matter how hard I tried to get it to stay, it just wouldnt. So I held onto it while I started running away from the alter. Before I could get to the door, it closed, then someone said something...

(My fave, flashback)
hey! And just where is it you think youre going? came a boys voice out of nowhere,
what? Who said that? Where are you? Annakhin cried, looking around, no one was there, the alter was still glowing, and now it was getting brighter, there was a blinding flash of light and a scythe was suspended in the air above the alter, what the-?!
Hey, youre telling me! Now put the damned bracelet on! the voice snapped,
why? Who are you?
Because I said so, and thats none of your damn business! was the only response made.
But- she looked up when the carvings of the strange creatures started leaking a strange mist that spiraled around the scythe calmly, whats going on?
Im getting pissed, thats what. Im not saying it again. Put. The damn. Bracelet. On. And. Get. Me. Out. Of here. Next time Im seeing if I can somehow crack the code and strangle you for being so damned slow!
Whys this happening? Tell me, and then Ill put the bracelet on! I promise! Annakhin cried, holding the bracelet at arms length away from her.
Fine! If Im not loose yet you must be an honest individual, ok, its because you looked with your hands and not with your eyes. Now youre in the middle of doing something, and youd better damn well finish it! the voice said, clearly extremely pissed off.
Ok! Annakhin clasped the bracelet around her wrist, then flew backward from the shove of an unseen force, the room when black and she feared shed somehow been blinded by the bracelets doings. After a moment, the darkness cleared, disappearing like smoke. She stood up, brushing herself off a bit, then she looked at the bracelet, what now?
Now, we have a chat. the voice from earlier said, but it sounded different this time, closer. She looked up to find a boy of seemingly her age, he was wearing black boots, a black tunic that went down to his knees, and a black robe that was left open that looked slightly too big for him, some abnormalities caught Annakhins eye though, someone dressed as though they were from a different time was wearing a fingerless glove on his left hand, holding onto the scythe that had been suspended in the air earlier, it was standing straight up off the floor now, a long leather band around his neck that tied tightly around his neck like a choker and had a strange symbol that looked vaguely familiar hanging down as a charm of some kind hung off of it and several thick belts, two tightened, two hanging looser around his waist, an earring on his left ear, shaped like another familiar symbol and several rings on his left hand, all engraved with different symbols, all looked somehow familiar were the man made oddities, long, unbound blond hair (dirty blond) hung down his back, stopping at the bottom of the alter, which he was sitting on, was something that might contradict the time period his clothing, the robes that is, suggested he came from. The scythe and extra adornments mixed her up on time periods and any possible place he may be from. The one thing that stuck out the most was the boys eyes, they were an unidentifiable shade of green and had slitted pupils. He cocked his head to the side, revealing several symbols tattooed on the side of his throat, they too looked familiar. What? Whatd I do? he asked, confused, she snapped out of her daze and finally eyed up the scythe, he looked at it, made a small amused noise and laid the scythe across his lap, there, now Im hoping it doesnt look like I might kill you. she paled slightly, dont worry. I cant lay a finger on you if you dont want me to. Lucky you. now she was confused.
What? What do you mean? Where did you come from? Who are you? *what* are you? Why are you here-? she started babbling, finally the boy put his hands over his ears,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, Missy! Too many question, too short a gap between them. Cool it. Take it slower, I aint goin anywhere. he said frantically, then he relaxed and straightened up, ok, Im good.
What did you mean when you said you *cant* if I dont want you to come near me? Wouldnt it be you wont?
Oh, youre a grammar freak, joy... the boy muttered under his breath, I mean, unless you say its ok, I cant do jack-shit. But, you have to tell me Im allowed to. Or you could just never tell me to do anything and see how long I last, but Id prefer you not do that, if thats fine by you.
So I have to tell you whether or not its ok for you to do something? he nodded, why?
I think thisll answer a few more questions from your storm of questions earlier. Because, sorry to put it weird sounding, but, you own me now. he smacked his forehead in frustration when she only looked more lost. Ok...lets try this again. You asked what I meant when I said I cant do something if you dont say its ok, as well as why Im here. Because youre the one wearing the bling, I need to do what you say. Things dont go well for me if I disagree with you or dont do what Im told. The bracelet is like the shock button for a shock collar. If you need it put simpler than that, you own me, like a servant or a pet....ouch. That hurt to say that.
What about who you are, and you didnt really answer why youre here. Where you just appeared from. As well as what just happened here and *what* you are. Annakhin said
why Im here, where I just popped up from, who I am and what I am all connect with each other. Sort of anyway. Why Im here; you let me loose, Missy. Im here because you opened my cell door. Where I just popped up from; one word, bracelet. Thats where I was trapped in until you put it on and broke the seal, thus allowing me to breath fresh air once again. Thanks for that, by the way. now it wasnt confusion, it was shock, she backed up away from him until the wall stopped her, he watched her silently for a moment, then gave a Cheshire Cat grin, revealing fangs, like what she figured a vampire might have, you also wanted to know what and who I am, right? Well, the names Zykan, where I *truly* came from is hundreds of years worth of packed in black magic, thousands of years ago, here, where I was finally sealed away by that damn wizard, and what I am has pretty well been answered for you, Im pure black magic and human wickedness and malice. Why Im here, I was sealed in that bracelet, like I mentioned a second ago, and locked away in wherever here is. he gestured around the room, after thousands of years imprisonment in a fucking piece of jewelry, Im out again, but, youre obviously pure of heart, otherwise Id have eaten your soul and figured out some way to dispose of the body somehow a while ago. And since youre pure of heart, no matter how powerful I am, or might get, and no matter how much I may want to do something, or just get my ass the hell out of here right now, I cant because you control me. You have the other half of the seal and, unless you want me gone and either seal me back up or break the seal completely, I need to follow you, Im still connected to that thing. he paused for a second, you can faint now, if thats what youre hoping you could get to. he started playing with the charm on the band tied around his neck as Annakhin fell over in a dead faint

she woke up sputtering and coughing a bit when cold water was poured on her face.
Knew that fountain might just have a purpose. she heard Zykan say to himself as she sat up and rubbed her eyes to get the water away from them. You were lying there for, like, an hour, at best, and I got bored. Sorry. he said, then he dropped his outer robe on her head, there, now you wont have to worry about wet hair, dry of if ya want. she moved the robe off of her head so it was resting on her shoulders and looked up at him, another oddity, the tunic he wore under the robe that seemed too big for him had no sleeves, just a bit of fabric thick enough to make it at least a tank top sort of thing, she also took notice of the symbols tattooed on his upper arm on both arms, all of them familiar but from where she couldnt remember. He rolled his eyes and gave her a slightly annoyed look, are you just gonna sit and stare all day? Cuz I could just find a corner to sleep in until youre done.
Oh, no. Im sorry. Its just...you were made thousands of years ago and youre talking and acting like someone from the here and now might. And youre dressed far differently than everyone else must ha back when you were created. she said, he folded his arms over his chest, keeping his annoyed look,
I was waiting for that. Talk and walk. he said, pointing to the door, it was open and she could finally leave the strange catacomb like tunnels of the temple. Keep that until your hairs dry, its kind of cold out there and you might catch a cold or something. However it works with you people. she stared at him in shock,
how did you know that it-
Im not stupid. I could feel it even down here. Its fall, right? Damn, I missed summer. But, in any case, lets continue, shall we? Now, what was it you were asking about? My clothes? No, most of this stuff doesnt go with the time period. The robes the only thing from thousands of years ago thats stayed in tact.
But, then, what about everything else? How did you get all of this stuff if you were trapped in that seal for so long? she stopped walking and pointed to one of his tattoos, and what are all of these? Ive seen them before, but I cant remember-
back into my hell-hole. he said, leading her back into the room the bracelet had been in. He pointed to the alter with his scythe, the tattoos and the rest of the symbols all over me are carved on that thing. Over time, people got in here, different monks and priests from different religions, and I guess the seal started to weaken or something, I dunno, I was probably asleep. So, to keep me sealed up in that thing, they added more containment spells and symbols, the strongest ones didnt just leave their mark on the stone, they left it on me too., the rings and all this stuff, I dunno where it came from, again, I was asleep, I probably was set free without even knowing it, then whoever set me free must have freaked, put some kind of freak whatever on me and locked me up, probably thinking their little magic charm would help keep me locked up. But, as I stated a second ago, I dunno for sure, I think it looks kinda neat. But thats just me. Now, can we leave? No more questions, please. he gave her a pathetic look, she nodded,
we can go now. she said, her turn to lead the way, she pulled the robe up so that it cover the top of her head, hair still being wet.

When they left the tunnels and were back on the surface floor, they were met by several priests, Annakhin was the only one out of the pair that even noticed the priests, Zykan was too busy looking around,
things have changed. A lot. he muttered,
what were you doing back in those tunnels? Its dangerous down there, theyre also off limits to the public. one of the priests said, Annakhin was nodded frantically,
yes, yes, I figured they were, so I was going to close that door and- she started, but jumped back when one of the priests interrupted,
the door wasnt open when we came here last, no ones ever found that door. You didnt go inside, did you? Zykan was yawning lazily, watching Annakhin try to bail them out of this one.
Hey, Missy, why dont you just tell them about the damned bracelet? he said, not realizing hed said it out loud until it was heard by all, shit.
Bracelet? one of the priests said, sounding even more frantic and worried, what does he mean? What bracelet did you find? Where did you find it?
I-uh-I- she sputtered, not knowing what to say, shed have to tell them the truth Eventually, then, again, Zykan spoke up,
my bracelet. I guess it was here this entire time, sorry bout that. he said, that almost did it, but one of the priests caught a hole in that statement.
How did it get in that tunnel, then? he asked, Zykan faltered, then pulled himself together,
I havent a clue. I guess someone put it there. Dont ask me to fathom the way people think. he said, trying to be careful. Another glitch,
where is it now?
uh...we left it down there, it was in too tight a spot when we found it. he attempted quickly, then the questions that sent him running to hide behind Annakhin were asked,
where did you get that scythe from? Im sure no one let you in here with such a weapon.
Uh-oh... he squeaked, inching towards Annakhin,
what are those strange marking and charms for?
Yeep! he hid behind Annakhin, sorry, dumping it off on you. Im in a worse spot than you. there was a pause and then, can I run?
No. You have to stay here. Annakhin said, Zykan whined, I said youre staying, Im not changing my mind. So, please, dont make this any harder than it already is. she said, he whined again, but followed orders, straightening up and trying not to beg for her to let him run. One of the priests walked over to him and snagged him by the arm, looking at one of his tattoos, then the earring, then the charm on his neck, he motioned for the others to look, oh, no, Im sorry I-
can I run?! he cried frantically, before she could say yes, one of the priests jumped away from Zykan, staring in horrified realization,
its-thats- he stammered, Zykan pulled a face at him,
ah, bite me, ya mostly bald old fart. he said, flipping the petrified priest off. Quit ogling, Im not a piece of meat. he snapped, pissed already, is everyone I come across gonna be this weird? he asked, turning to Annakhin, who was much more nervous and frightened as she probably should have been,
only if they recognize all of those spells. she said, abandoning cautiousness for the time being, but, you said you cant hurt anyone, right?
Do you want me to?
No.
Then no. I cant. you tell me I can, and I probably will. you tell me I cant and I sit and sulk. he said, she gave a nod of understanding, how fast can you run?
Um... before that could turn into coherent speech, they were interrupted yet again by mortified priests,
idiot girl! Do you have any idea what youve done?! You have unleashed death and evil incarnate! Fool!
I like that title. Zykan said, then he looked at Annakhin, can I keep it?
No, stick with Zykan, its your real name, after all.
Spoil-sport.
Where is the seal?! We need to seal it up again!
It?! Hey, I resent that! Please tell me I can hurt him.
Absolutely not.
You really *are* just a no fun person, arent you?
Talk to us, girl, where is the seal?!
I-I-I-I have the bracelet I found. Is that what you mean? Annakhin stammered, now even more frightened. Both the priests and Annakhin jump back a bit when a scythe suddenly appeared between them,
Shut up, ya whack job. Let her alone. If youre gonna bug out at someone, make it me. Im the one that this is all centered around, am I not? Zykan hissed, well? he walked between Annakhin and the priests so he was blocking her from view, anyone wanna issue their complaints? Im waiting. no one spoke, damn, thats odd...you were full of live a second ago while you were picking on a girl. But, now, suddenly youre not so noisy? tch. Not surprised, thats sad that youre called priests. I thought that term meant something useful when you people use it. then he turned to Annakhin, can we please go now?
Yes. We can go now. Annakhin said, thank you.
It was nothing, right. You *are* my contract-bound master after all. Its the least I can do. he said, hefting his scythe up onto his shoulder and following Annakhin out of the temple, leaving the priests too stunned to move.

(End Flashback)
you mean Zykans... Bobby started, but she couldnt figure out anything past that.
So, this entire time, weve been traveling with the strongest and most terrifying evil this world has ever known? Skayr asked, stunned,
yes, I guess thats what Im saying. Annakhin said, looking down at her hands, folded in her lap. Miko turned to the smaller girl, confused on something,
if hes so powerful, how come something that must have taken about as much energy as dropping a pin wear him down so much? she asked, Annakhin shrugged,
I never let him use any magic that could really hurt people, I always had him keep it low, like teleporting or small little tricks like what youve seen him do this entire time. Maybe this is part of what happens if he goes against what I told him was his limit. I never wanted to see what he was capable, I was afraid Id just let him do what he wanted all the time for fear of him somehow hurting me. But now he might be sick because of me. she said sadly.
Nah, it isnt your fault. Everyone gets sick, even the physical manifestation of all of the evil and darkness this world has to offer. Bobby said, but, Damien rained on that parade,
I dunno, he did get dizzier and feverish when you were chiding him earlier. Maybe there is a connection. Why dont you loosen the reins a bit and see how he does. Annakhin smiled and nodded,
alright. That sounds reasonable. she said, suddenly, the evil in question slammed the door to the room open,
Help me! he cried, running into the room and diving behind Annakhin, theyre trying to kill me!
Zykan, if youre freaking out about another blood test-
No, Damien, he isnt. I can smell it, did they cut you at all? Skayr said, Zykan nodded slightly, then licked at a cut on his forearm. I thought so. I smelled it a while ago, but I ignored it. My apologies. Zykan shrugged,
sok, now you can save my life. he said, Zykans outfit and choice in adornments hadnt been altered since he was freed, hed cut a decent portion of his hair off, though, now it ended at the end of his shoulder blades, when the robe he wore was taken off, the sleeveless tunic showed off all of the seals tattooed onto his upper arms and back, some near his collarbone, the charm around his neck hadnt been removed, nor had the earring or the rings. After hed been awakened, frantic priests were quick to send word to other temples about him, some of the symbols that could be found on him were hung in certain places like wanted posters. Obviously the hospital staff either saw the posters or went to church, theyd found the manifestation of all evil in mankinds history. A doctor and two orderlies stood in the doorway now, Annakhin and Miko stopped Zykans frantic attempt to grab his scythe,
Annakhin has you under orders not to hurt people, imagine how sick youll get if you kill someone, you moron! Miko snapped, holding him back, Skayr went after Bobbys boomerang,
Dont. Bobby said, its too big. You might either hit someone you didnt mean to, or do some really serious damage. And I know what youre thinking, dont move from that chair. she ordered, then she winced and relaxed to the best of her abilities.
This is where I sorely regret leaving my sword in the waiting room. Damien said, inching back, away from the door, Azuril, on the other hand, was moving forward, she grabbed Damien by the collar of his shirt,
give. Me. My gun. she seethed, he held up said item, she grabbed it and had it aimed at the doorway in a second, I am positive you dont wish to see me truly angry- she started, that statement made Skayr and Damien look at each other with terror stricken looks on their faces, theyd seen her mad, it didnt end well for the surrounding wild life, and it was just damned terrifying, -so I would suggest you abandon any intent to harm him and walk away before I shoot all three of you without hesitation. she said, walking forward, now she was blocking the group from the three men in the doorway, who had their hands up, walk away. she said calmly, taking several steps forward, they moved with her, you must think of him as evil if you are trying to kill him.
He is, idiot, dont you pay any attention to anything thats going on-? one of the orderlies started, but a warning shot silenced him.
I pay attention to what is truly worth seeing. He is no more evil than anyone else in that room. I ignored it all, for quite some time, actually. But what I have heard and seen while with them has made me think about a great many things, what evil really is, how it can be classified when speaking about someone, most importantly if I follow what makes someone evil, and find much of those traits in myself, am I evil? they were in the center of the waiting room now, the first thing Azuril did was kick Damiens katana under one of the couches, no surprises. If Zykan is evil, then I am truly doomed to the darkest pits of hell. she lowered her gun, I cant shoot you, not while Ive made a promise not to kill unnecessarily, but if Damien had not held me to that, I would have shot you by now. Leave them alone. Not one more attempt to harm any one of them. Am I understood? they trio of men nodded, pale in the face. Good. she then turned and started towards the room Damien and company were in, of course, no grown man will allow a woman to just walk away after insulting him and scaring him into submission, one of the orderlies raised a hand to hit her from behind.
Azuril-! Damien started, but stopped abruptly when the girl swung around fast, grabbing the mans arm tightly when he brought it down, using her left hand to hold him in place,
I said not one more attempt. I meant myself as well. Do you want to test my tempers limits? she said threateningly, eyes flashing, he shook his head, good. she let go of him, straightening up and glaring the men down, because I didnt want to have to kill you and break a promise...to a friend. Damien smiled, Bobby and Skayr gave each other knowing looks, Annakhin just smiled as well, Zykan shuddered, hed figured out Damien right away, he hated that kind of stuff, it made him nauseous, Miko was the only one who looked miffed, but she was ignored.

All of that needless to say they werent at that town too long after that, they needed to leave before word spread that the Devil and his Advocate were nearby. Their progress was slow, though, Bobby still being injured.
This bites, weve been walking around for almost two days and weve found nothing. Zykan said, hed been complaining since the sun had come up that morning. Damien groaned, he was about to kill the annoying Evil,
Well, there has to be a town around here somewhere. Well find it. Hopefully before I strangle you with your own hair. he said, Zykan paled slightly, shaking his head, he didnt feel like being strangled, especially not if his own hair was being used to do it.
Ive always wanted to see that done... Skayr said, thinking out loud, Bobby and Damien gave her disturbed looks, Annakhin just sighed in exasperation, this would defiantly be ten times as difficult as it had been before the group knew about Zykan.
Youre the reason we needed to leave in the first place. Miko said, he glared at her,
if it were my fault that Im despised world wide, you would have either abandoned me there or killed me yourself a while back. he said,
I had no idea I was traveling with evil incarnate. Miko defended herself with that,
ignorance was blissful. Zykan muttered, I just hope I dont piss any of you off enough that you hand me over to the nearest church official.
If they do, I will side with you. We are alike in too many ways for me to just abandon you. Azuril said, nearly everyone stumbling from shock,
What did you.... Miko started, but her question was overlapped by Damien.
And youre going to be either uncaring or leaving at some point soon? How will you protect him from us if you arent here? And how will I know youll keep your word and not kill anyone if you arent here to prove it? Better yet why do you care about what happens to Zykan, or any of us in any way,? And why keep a promise to someone you dont care about? he said, waiting for her answer,
....if youre fishing for more promises or deals, Damien, then, Im sorry to disappoint you, youll need to search for them in someone else. I promise nothing. Especially not to people that wound me in an already damaged place every time I look at them. she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, he looked truly hurt, she sighed, however, I never could break a promise to my friends in my own time, so why start now with them in this time? Damien, I will stay with you, and keep my promises.
Thank you. Damien said with a grin, Azuril only closed her eyes briefly, the opened them and continued on to complete her mission, the one instance where she would break her promise to Damien and do what she stayed awake to do.

Crowded streets all cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run

You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Starved men die

Show me how we end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try

If you find your family, don't you cryIn this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hands on me one last time

Show me how we end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try

Show me how we end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try

Its alright
Its alright

Its alright
Its alright

Its alright
Its alright

Its alright
Its alright

Its alright
Its alright
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Breaking Benjamin; So Cold; TBA

Thinking Chapter 15 English

Wed, 21 Sep 2011 08:00:29 PDT

For my dear friend >w<

CAP 15

One more time

-Hmmm...

Lightning just gave a little whimper as was dragged to the second floor, hitting with his back and head each step below him; barely could keep his eyes open due to how tired he was and that he saw everything blurry at that time. He didnt know it was due to the tears that were still running through his eyes without can stop them, smooth and continuous or because the fever that gripped him at that time.

He could still sense his own flavor in his lips and this only made him blush more, increasing the heat on his face. That situation was embarrassing, humiliating and ridiculous and couldnt understand how his aching heart still had the strength to continue beating, after that he was being forced to do; his mouth opened and closed very little, breathing shallowly more by inertia than by desire to do it while each wound on his body seemed to scream to be torn by the rough carpet under him.

The steam that coming out from the heat of his engine was painful too, because that only made hurt more the metal parts that were opened between the various bumps that he was presented.

Groaned in pain at feel some of his power cables stuck on the edge of one of the handrails of the stairs and shivered when the lamborguini, starts to pulling him carelessly, stretching that part of his body with all his force; the more he heard his engine accelerating perceived more intense the pain that entails it, feeling like something was tearing him from the half of his belly.

He issued a moan a little more loudly but still weak, that not projecting even the half of what was killing him at that time.

He just wanted that everything end.

Hudson.

Opened a second his eyes with small pupils while with a horrible sound of metal get broken, finally, his cables were released of what was choked to continue his way; the oil on his body began to leak even more, leaving a long trail on the carpet where they were going. He began to shake again with renewed vigor as his mind would back the image of that old runner who was killed for his immaturity... and then, his image watching him as Bran make him...

He closed his eyes tightly and cried with renewed strength, just making a little noise but feeling as if his soul were being split into pieces.

What more Bran could want of him? What else could try to take away when he had taken everything? The little sanity that he still had? Perfect! He gave it to him, just wanted that the other leave him alone already. He couldnt fight, couldnt even resign because no matter what he did, always ended up being raped again and again.

The gray eyed frowned upon hearing the younger moaning in pain and sob, who trembled as he continually led him to another room. Finally, he dropped him at arrive at a pair of huge doors and took a deep breath.

-Well you're too heavy to be a race car- said seeing him with disinterest

And then began to laugh out loud with his eyes brighten with joy.

-Come on honey, dont cry!- Said in a mocking tone- youre screaming in pain now, but I assure you that what I have planned, soon you going to cry out for other reasons... I promise you'll be very happy- said giving a light blow with one of his tires to the carpet, to confirm what he said

Suddenly he opened the door before returning to take the other and drag him from the fenders to the inside.

The room that they had entered was a lot bigger than the rest but also was completely dark; a huge red curtain thick covered the entire front wall where the windows would be and something like a small engine was close to a corner, but apart from that, nothing more adorned the strange room.

Bran pulled most strongly the red until he did him slip up against a wall, where Lightning hit hard and let out a scream of pain.

Apparently, seeing him hurt and crying became more violent to the black runner who smiling pleased by that; the younger tried to reassure his breathing while trying to endure the cramps of pain that running through his body but then another blow make him let out a squeak while he was pushed aside.

This happened several times until the boy with the old picture of a yellow lightning in his side, ended up beaten even more than before and again over his belly; began screaming in a low tone but without stopping, tortured by the feeling of being opened from down and now, having to bear his own weight on his wounds.

The lamborguini approached the boy and dragged him to one of the corners of the room, letting him lying while he headed for what appeared to be a control with a long cable, coiled next to that stranger engine; the blue eyed shrank a little over his own body, trying to tolerate the intense pain that ran completely over him even though he knew it useless.

Bran Leander took that control and pushed that big red button once. From the ceiling, with a strange continuous noise began to descend a long thick chain with a huge claw on one end; not even with the strength to hold his head over the floor, Lightning hadnt even bothered to look up at the dark ceiling about him.

He wasnt surprised to see the other approach him and place that on his front axle, to which he secured him suddenly; the boy barely moved his lips before he felt like the other watched him for a while.

-You really feel sick... - Bran said using an odd tone of voice, as if he really was suffering all that he did- dont worry honey, this will pass soon

How Lightning would have wanted to respond but neither wanted nor could. He wasnt sure who was ahead just hoped it was something that had him done with his life once and for all.

The lamborguini approached slowly to the other to kiss him before walking away slowly and smile

-Everything will be fine, you'll see- said with a sweet and mellow tone while the blue-eyed just watching him in silence, with his mouth still was half open

The black color car came close to that strange engine and pulled out two thick that fit on one side; dragged them heavily to the other car and connected them at his badly damaged emergency power cables. Then, he turned to his hood before opening suddenly. The red boy uttered an exclamation of surprise to feel the other move near to his engine and then he could perceived how the other filling his radiator again.

He blinked slowly once before letting out a sigh.

He could imagine what was prepared to him and definitely didnt like but... complaining about something was good at some point? He await for the other completed and closed his hood, but was surprised to see that now he had something heavy inside; just made a movement of eyes, seeing the other who gave a slight smile of amusement.

-Easy honey, you'll see- said the black color car before taking that strange control and go away to be out of sight of the younger

A slight buzz was present in the room and suddenly, the young racer began to be raised from the front of his body, clinging to that chain straightening him little by little; his back sore like his afflicted members and a moan escaped from his lips the other, before the moving finally stop and leave him hanging from the front, only with the tip of his rear rings resting on the carpet.

Began to breathe more agitated as he felt part of his body asleep for the pain and the effort of standing; ducked his head slightly, trying to take a breath before the engine in front of him, begin to make noise when was turned on. But he dont pay it much attention, he was too focused on trying to not be dropped completely on his rings that made his feel as if he were standing atop a pile of broken glass.

His body began to shake as the pain reached intolerable levels.

Very distant, seemed to perceive the other's voice calling him by his name from somewhere behind him.

-I can do something to stop your pain?

Lightning's eyes narrowed, with anguish in every one of those blue orbs that were full of tears.

-Please... -pleaded weakly one last time

The gray eyed seemed to meditate seriously one second, before smiling.

-No -said before press again the button of that control

In a second, a smooth shock came to the youngest who couldnt prevent a cry of surprise felling from his lips while his eyes widely opened again; the electric shocks were continuous and smooth, so that they werent painful but causing him uncontrollable tremors and that again his engine seems to be burst into flames.

Unintentionally began to stretch the string with which stood on his axis while his lower rings was pressed against the carpet, twisting and shaking being unable to move well because the way in which he hang; the oil and antifreeze that had previously drawn now, could feel them sliding down across every nut and cable from his body while fell to the carpet below him.

He opened his mouth a little, trying to get enough air to breathe but this seemed to have become solid. He twisted again his front axle, cracking a little the roof over him while the tears came to life again and ran down his cheeks. His internal temperature rose too fast and his moans became more continuous and sound; from behind, Bran Leander just watching fun the expressions and the cries of the youngest who seemed to have forgotten that he was there.

Slowly, he get close tp the one who was placed near and put a small camera on the floor.

-Very well honey, now I want to you to smile to the camera- said slowly before looking like the other get pale and looked askance at him with genuine panic in his eyes; the lamborguini started to laugh a bit more before pointing to the little camera supported over a tripod close to his body

The youngest couldnt resist even he tried not to give him that pleasure, but simply that didnt stop. Tightened fully before make a shrill cry and tightened stronger that chain while let out for second time the content of his radiator on his own body and feeling how was sliding to the already damp carpet.

But not for that, that had stopped, the discharge continued as before and could feel something was going on inside his engine, refilling his radiator.

-If you get empty and I leave you in this state, you would die burn -Bran said, nodding once this is an automatic filling tank... this should work at least 24 hours...

-You hate me at this level?- Asked the runner with weak voice, though still trembling; and saw that his expression was lost again and just stood at the reality, because he really wanted to know

The gray eyed composed a offended sight at that

-Honey, but I love you!- Excused himself before nodding- and as I know that you love me, you understand that this is for your sake... will help you endure a little more and you will not feel so tired the next time- locked his eyes happy- also, if we recorded this maybe you going to have more happy moments to remind yourself that you need be a good boy- said before turning to head toward the door- enjoy your moments alone honey! See you tomorrow!

The black color runner slowly closed the door leaving the room dark and the other closed his eyes tightly and began to mourn again, listening the echoes of his own voice on the walls as that torture went on again and again without stopping; gave a new yank to that stupid chain trying to break it but was useless.

His body shook perceiving the waves that covering everything, even his thinking. Shook his head a second, he couldnt let that happen, couldnt continue in that state; he put again his weight on that chain to try to break it but then, his back wheels slipped and he could feel how his front axle was torn a bit of his position.

The cry of pain that followed that was intense but thanks to the electricity flowing through his body, he couldnt lose consciousness.

That situation was too frightening. He was falling apart and the worst was that he could feel when it happened.

Hopefully someone rescues him.

Please that someone get him from there.

Outside the room, the color black runner let out a sigh of exhaustion before heading slowly to one of the luxurious bathroom of his mansion; not long before the tub was filled with water before diving into this and let the compounds added to this liquid log into his system to help him to relax.

He crack his body slightly as he closed his eyes for a second, before heading this to the picture hanging near of the full length mirror on one of his walls; his beautiful child with the lightning on the side, always smiling and so alive. Rebel and with a lot of willpower, almost untamed and wild.

He smiled fondly before letting out a chuckle funny.

Well, nobody said that tame him was a simple job, but he was still more than happy to do it; he really would have to give a lot to thank to that person who makes the things easier to reach him. He had to admit that even he was afraid to relating to someone as stunning and cunning as was this subject but... at the same time, always had a strange attraction to the dangerous things, not because of anything he had become a runner.

The small tattoo of the three sections of wind near one of his wheels seemed to glow strange under the water and the lamborguini smiled a little more, hearing in the distance the agonized cry of the younger, at feeling empty his body back into a sudden burst of energy; a chill ran through him and had to bite his lip not to imitate the other.

But he had to admit that the punishment that was giving to the younger had its cons too, like the fact that he now have to wait all day to re-possess the younger, have him tight against him, pleading and crying, refusing to what they both knew he also wanted...

Shook his head, before opening the cold water faucet and sink until his eyes.

Okay, that stupid punishment was the worst of his ideas...

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The night had fallen more faster than they had expected.

That group of cars who knew the streets of every city as if they had been part of them, met again in one of the empty squares of this with an expression of grief; Paul, who had been the first to appear in person at the site, slowly shook his head and closed his eyes to the anxious looks of those who got there first.

Nothing

It seemed that in that city, which was supposed to Leander's mansion didnt exist at all.

An Atteo frowned and screamed in anger while pounding the pavement

-We have searched every damn street in this city and nothing! Its as if the earth had swallowed them!

-We cannot lose hope yet- said in a solemn voice Mark Shelby who had joined the group just a couple of hours ago

The old car straightened a little before watching two other newcomers who break on front of the leader with a loud screeching of tires and were greeted with a nod to the other.

-Well?

-Nothing... we may have been informed of the wrong city- said an old dark blue Chevrolet shaking some dust of his roof

-I doubt it... he have to be here- said the older frowning as Doc and the young camaro also reached the place with a tired look

-That bastard must have been gone elsewhere- growled the girl with golden eyes shooking his tires a little

The old runner observed a second to Mark and Paul who seemed as shocked as he

-Let's go to the next town. Maybe they are there- began to said the leader of the Snakes, but suddenly the old Hornet forward placing his blue eyes on the other

-No. Hes here. I know it- said sharply as the Rolls Royce watched him seriously

They were silent for a few seconds while the rest of the group just watched them in silence, awaiting the next command or the time had to restart the search; the time pass but neither said anything, until the young in white color was ahead of both.

-Hey!, you might want to wait to decide until your engine stop, but the rest of us we're still young and we like use our useful time in some other activity that has nothing to do with watching grass grow or count your... wrinkles- muttered the last grinning sideways while finally the dark red groaned and nodded once

-Shure that all of you reviewed the entire city?

-Man, hes not here- advanced the grandson angrily- we review all around, the only thing in this boring city, it that stupid park that no decent gang member would dare even to consider...

-Then there he is- said the Rolls quickly starting to move quickly followed by the Hornet and the camaro- I want teams of three around the park, we will certainly have the visit of some number of Desert Winds... keep them at bay and not let them get close- started to give direct orders and with a tone that not gave rise to claims -Paul!

-I'll take care of the back exit, as always- said the dual-color car with an amused smile before moving next to the ex runner who kept his eyes stuck straight ahead- like old times, not so Huddy?

-No- said briefly

It wasnt like old times. In the old days, he acted only on his own because no one else mattered, only the power of worth fend for himself, without looking sideways and not worry about who had to spend to get it.

But this time was different.

This time he acted because his only reason for living was at risk, and after many years of trying to make sense of life, not going to lose the one who had given him hope to keep going, after all the bad things why he had been through. He was going to defend him from anything no matter the cost.

All he wanted was to be able to see his happy and innocent face one more time...

You need Tide: To Go

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 18:50:02 PST

'stamp= tramp stamp (tattoo on lower back)

in case anyone didn't know. anyway.... random fluff! it makes me giggle. i wrote so much today i think my brain might melt.

(c) me

STEAL AND DOOM BUNNIES WILL EAT YOU!

Alexandra Nakamura Profile

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:02:11 PDT

Edit Just edited some stuff.~ That there quote is Greek, and it roughly translates to, "Idiots! Don't just stand there! Do something before I smack both of you!" She'd probably say that to her brothers. XD

Done! Well, for the most part! I'm working on her history. That always seems to be the hardest bit for me~. XD SHE'S THE ONLY GIRL IN HER FAMILY! :"D Well, the only one that's alive. V.V

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The tattoo on her lower back: ~~Trampstamppppppp~~
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Oh~ Here are her theme songs (I've decided to give her one Skrillex song...because I can. <3)

"Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites" by Skrillex
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"Last Resort" by Papa Roach
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Alexandra "Lexipop" Nakamura (c) Me
Bleach (c) Tite Kubo

The Unknown Characters 1

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 20:49:01 PDT

Well here are the characters so far in the new story. I've decided to title it 'The Unknown' but that may change.
Their species is unknown because as far as they know at this point they are simply test subjects in "some freaky science lab." They could be humans altered through genetic engineering or they could be completely artificial only made to look human, I haven't decided yet.
I have names for them but I may change them before I actually give them to them in the story so for now they go by their unit number or the number tattooed on their lower back. Their ages are estimates based on their appearance and number order.
Ill have the intro chapter up as soon as its done. I have no homework and my next class isnt till Thursday so I have plenty of time and should get it done soon, but no promises.

Dark Reality's Truth: Ch. 1

Wed, 04 May 2005 16:36:24 PDT

Chapter One: Moved...again

New house, no big deal. She'd been moving around since her mom and dad divorced five years ago. This was by far the best house yet, big, old, new age victorian style that rested on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. They were right on the beach of this awesome house Great Aunt Nicholas had left her mom. Poor Uncle Mark couldn't stand to live there with all the memories of his dead husband spilling through the brick work.

She grabbed one of the boxes that had her mother's deeply elegant cursive writing, "Lexy's Wiccan Shit". She looked at it pondering for a moment before lifting it and setting it on her bed, she pulled out her black handled knife from her pocket. She flipped the blade ouit and tore apart the tape and returned it to her pocket and pulled it open, it was filled with carefully packed glass bottled of varying sizes. She was unorthodox weirdo, but and organized unorthodox weirdo.

She began to place them in the large armoir that her Aunt had left her, she'd done a little work to it so it had glass doors and planty of shelving space. Out came herbs, incence, oils, flower petals, and various other things that were in the bottles. She then heard he mother's heavy irish accented voice call to her from the other side of her door,

"LEXY! i've gopt more of your stuff out here, open the door!" Alex smiled and moved over opening it.

Her mother held her large trunk that held her more sacred items she set it on the end of her bed looking aroung, "Sticking to that 'Goth' phase you're going through eh, young un'?"

"A-ma, is not a phase! it's who I am thank you much" Her voice held the same accent and she looked around, the room was painted blac and a wrought iron staircase led to the lower floor of her room, and to the attic above. She loved having two rooms and the whole attic to herself.

"Oh, the neighbors are comming by to welcome us to Scwarz Kreuz Island. They've got two sons...twins your age...one like you very very goth, dear." she winked, she'd peaked Lexy's interest.

"Reeeeally now, hmmmm. And he other?"

"Like your brother more of a jock, but then your brother's just as Wiccan and goth as you, dear. Well I'll leave you to continue." she turned to leave but stopped, "Be sure to do a cleansing in here 'fore the day is out, all three rooms are your responsibility."

Her motehr left and Lexy shook her head, discrading the now empty box and grabbing the second one, 'Lexy's Attempt to Burn the House Down"...Candles. She began to unpack that as well.

Später!
"LEXY!!!!!" Her brother called as she set up her art stuff in her lower room.

She didn't like to be botehred when she was unpacking and she went to teh door opening it while saying "What in the blue fuck is so-" she stooped seeing to males looking very similiar to each otehr standing next to him, "Oh... whatever."

She moved from the doorway letting them come in where she took a better look at them: The First was in a black polo shirt and kahki knee length shorts, spikey highlighted hair was pushed out of his startlingly green eyes. He had the look of an angel and scanned the room curiously, art easels, and guitars...interesting. The other...hmmm, he was taller than her like the other (they had to be at least 5'11 to her slight 5'5), black hair fell over his eyes and down to his shoulders. He wore a black tee with a red anarchy symboly and "Fuck Off" written below it, he had on black baggy pants with red stitching, matching cloth straps and cahins...Tripp style. He was tan, but paler than his brother and various scars up his arms, he was well toned well what she could see of him. His ice blue eyes held some kindof sadness to him adn he smiled slightly on seeing her...one of his own kind.

She had Waht he could see as long black hair, pulled into a braid, her face was perfectly built, not freakisly skinny, but not too rounded. Her eyes were a pale grey-blue and seemed to be iced over, lined and shadowed black. Her lips were a crimson red and a silver ring split her lower lip in two, and matched a tongue stud, along with many many ear peircings. She had on a pair of torn dark blue jeans, and Blacke tight tee shirt that had 'Hi. I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?' in white. He could see she worked out, ripped abs and not to toned arms, pale. He saw she wore combat boots, dozens of simple rubber braclets and spiked ones alike, along with a pentacle necklace and a pentacle tattooed on her neck (small though maybe the size of a dime).

"Welcome to the sister's Art and Music Studio, watch out, the guardian is very touchy. This is the Guardian, my sister Alexandria!" her brotehr said in his mock cheer

She'd been setting a half finished portrait on her easel when he'd said that throwing his arm across her shoulders, she held the portrait in mid-setdown and glared at him growling, "Chris, I willn't hesitate to make you incapable of having kids..."

"My horrible mistake," he removed his arm brushing off her shoulders correcting himself, "This is my sis Alex. And this is..."

"Marcus, call me Mark."the preppy one said in a relaxed voice

"Call me Zach" the other said in a deeper voice than his brother, he had vampire fangs and smiled to reveal them.

She raised her eyebrows smiling at teh fangs and turned, her hair was in a braid but it wasn't all black. It was black at the roots and faded through, dark blue, blue, and pale blue to white smoothly. It trailed to her lower back and she brushed herself off. Done.

Shades of Vermilion

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 21:43:31 PDT

My TMNT fanfiction story at [link] Here's The Description.

Shades of Vermilion

Red can be a beautiful color but combine that with hurt, anger and loss, makes it a deadly weapon to be used. Lost Diana finds herself embracing red as she wakes in the turtles world. Yes red can be damaging but healing walks beside it hand in hand.

Ninja Turtles - Rated: M - English - Drama/Adventure - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,551 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 3-13-12 - Raphael & Leonardo

And here's the First chapter

So I'm taking a break from my other FanFic When I Died to do this. I've had this stuck in my head for some time now so I hope you like it. On a side note I will tell you that I based the main character off me so in a sense your reading about me. Later on there will be some things that people consider "Awkward" in the story line. If at any time that someones reads this and has experienced such tragic events I would like to tell you, you are not alone. If anyone needs a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to I'm here for them Leave a Review please I love feedback negative or positive. Everyone have a great read and day.
I own nobody except myself and future characters which i will not tell you about ^_^

Chapter One

If someone told me I was going to end up being thrown into another dimension, tortured for information, asked to join a gang and then saved by four giant walking, talking, smart as hell turtles, who also happen to be in TV shows, movies and comics, I would have laughed in their face and asked them what the hell they were on, because they needed to share it with me because that's some crazy shit they're on.

And yet here I was, sitting on a lumpy old couch in the sewers of New York City. A mutant turtle currently fixing my broken fingers and bandaging my wounds, while sitting right next to me another one was chattering my ear off like a squirrel.

Whoa! You say as you ask "How the hell did that happen?"

Well, I'll tell you, and boy, are you in for it. But I warn you, it's not a pleasant story, of course that isn't to say it's all bad, but I'll let you be the judge.

It all started when I tripped. Yes you heard me, I fell. Me and my clumsy ass tripped over air and fell into another world. From the start I should have know that things were going to be different that day. The nightmare I had the night before was a big warning slap in my face that I completely ignored.

My nightmare was filled with the blurs of different shades of green and the gleam of light reflected off of polished silver metal. There was a sharp flash of pain and a never ending scream. Now that I think about it, the one who was screaming was me.

I woke up in pitch black, my body drenched in a cold sweat as hysteria bubbled up in my throat trying to choke me. Never in my life had I ever felt such fear and anxiety, or sweat on my body after a nightmare.

Stumbling, I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the water and splashed the cool liquid on my face. I patted my face dry with a towel, the tiny green nightlight in the wall beside the sink reflected off of the mirror and onto me, casting an odd, almost eerie glow to my skin.

Looking into the mirror I stared at the stranger in it. Looking into the mirror I stared at my own reflection, my appearance so changed I hardly recognized myself any more. Messy shoulder length dark brown hair framed my slightly chubby face, bangs that were dyed a cherry soda red were plastered to my forehead with sweat, the rest of my hair a rat's nest that gave me the appearance of Medusa's twin sister. A medium sized nose was below my brown eyes which were still wide with terror. The pale green glow of the light upon my pale skin made the scar next to my right eye stand out starkly. A white slash that started at my eyebrow and ended at the middle of my temple. Sweat gleamed across my brow and beaded along the slightly raised, paper white scar tissue. My medium built body was trembling with an icy cold that settled into my bones, which I knew no amount of blankets or sweaters would be able to get rid of.

I had been losing a lot of weight lately due to a combination of work, eating right and, yes I will admit it, working out. The one thing they never tell you when you start working out is that the first place you lose weight is your chest. Which in my case, wasn't a bad thing, goodbye back pain. And so my new 36C chest size didn't bother me one bit. Funny how things turn out.

Shaking my head and pushing away the feelings and emotions that the nightmare had evoked, I decided after a good ten minutes that it was time to get ready for work.

Walking back into my room I looked at my alarm clock with its glaring red numbers which flicked to 4:35 AM causing the alarm to buzz an annoying sound that grated on my nerves, but which always guaranteed me that I would wake up. Sighing I turned it off and went to put on my clothes. Turning the bedside lamp on I put on some wool socks with dark blue paint stained work jeans. My black Velcro Watch with a piece of pink wiring went on my right wrist followed by a simple black belt with my Swiss army knife strapped onto it. The top was a sleeveless dark emerald cotton t shirt. I slid on my Men's Caterpillar Steel Toe WP Work Boots. They were black with the bright yellow Caterpillar company logo on the side. To top this off I put on my Pickens Technical College hoodie and put my newly charged phone in my left jean pocket while in the other I put in my mp3 and neon green gummy bear ear buds. Turning off the lamp I walked to my kitchen and started to make breakfast, which consisted of Danish styled cream cheese toaster strudels and a glass of OJ along with a woman's multivitamin.

It took fifteen minutes to eat while watching some TV and another five to wash the dishes. By the time I had finished cleaning up my watch read 5:05 so I grabbed my lunch, a Subway sandwich, from the fridge to put in my work bag. My work bag which was a medium sized black cotton backpack.

At this point you're probably wondering what the hell is my job? Well, I worked for the Aurora Public Schools in Colorado as Grounds Maintenance. Fun job, hard as hell , but with great pay. I was hired on full time since I got my driver's license. Life had really started to turn around for me at this point in my life. I had my own one level house and a shiny new 2012 gem green colored Ford super duty truck.

Keys in my hand I started for the door. In a split second the hair on the back of my neck stood up on end and I felt my stomach drop down to my feet. I started feeling a little off, and then I tripped over the air in front of me.

Gravity went against me more than usual as I looked at the black hole that suddenly appeared in front of me as it pulled me in. My vision became clouded with shadows and just as I was slipping into unconsciousness I saw a flash of silver and then nothing.

I heard the slap of flesh against flesh when I regained my senses, followed by me registering the pain in my cheek and jerking at the person who had slapped my face.

A muffled "Get up." Was hissed in my ear.

I tensed as I heard the low threatening tone of it. Fear crept up my spine as it dawned on me that 1 I did not recognize the voice, and 2 it was a male's voice. Opening my eyes I winced as the bright light hit my burning eyes. From there I squinted at the blurry figures in front of me.

"Open your eyes woman," the voice boomed out to me.

I swallowed down a big lump of fear, my throat feeling like sandpaper. I shook my head whispering, "The light's too bright".

Another slap across my face and my eyes flew wide open getting the biggest surprise of my life when I saw the man in front of me.

He looked to be over six feet tall and clothed in a gray tunic with matching bottoms. The man was covered in silver metal pieces, brown leather shin guards, arm slash hand bands that had razor sharp looking curved blades coming out of the back of the arm part. The cape he wore had a metal shoulder piece that had the same design as the arms. His face was mostly covered by a helmet and mouth concealing everything under his eyes. Slits near the mouth allowed him to breathe leaving his piercing black eyes to gaze back at me. The helmet covered his ears and looked antique, and somewhat tarnished, with chain mail on the sides with a solid sharpened pointed piece on the top of his head slanting backwards. When I took this all in I could not help but blink somewhat rapidly at him.

'What the hell was going on?' I wondered to myself. The man's eyes stared at me, slowly raking down my figure. I frowned at this because it felt like he was checking me out or something.

"What is your name?" He asked in a deep echoing voice.
My eyebrow rose at this. Did he honestly think I was going to just going to give my name to a total stranger in a Halloween costume?I wondered in disbelief. The room remained silent as I glared at him.

He growled and his hand shot forward to roughly grab my chin. I went to clutch at his arm when I realized that I could not move my arms or my body. How the hell had I not felt the straps on my arms, stomach and legs that held me to a vertical steel table? I squirmed and tried to jerk my head back, but his hold on my chin just tightened painfully almost to the point of my eyes starting to water.

"You will tell me your name girl and consider this the least of your pains if you choose to disobey me again." He growled the last part out in an even lower voice as if he were telling me a secret.

Secret my ass, and since when did I all of a sudden become a little girl? Giving one more frustrated grunt I finally decided to give him my name and not tell him anything else, no matter how much pain I might go through.

I had already experienced enough pain in my life for me to be able to become somewhat numb to the experience.

"Diana...Diana Katherine Chavez." I grumbled as I glared at him even more than before. This apparently was the right answer because he pushed my face away to slam against the steel table. I saw spots dance in front of my eyes as I clenched my teeth together in pain. So much for that last thing being the least of my pains. I thought to myself bitterly.

"Who are you and what's with the getup?"I snapped at him.

The man stood back a little, some sort of sick demented joy rolling across his eyes.

I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw this. I can be an idiot sometimes, but even though I could see the skin crinkling in the corner of his eyes, which told me he was smiling, it made me nervous not being able to see the smile that hid behind the mask. He proceeded to laugh a little mockingly. I looked at him like he had just grown another head.

"So it seems I am not a ruler in your world, no matter, I shall introduce myself. My name is The Shredder." he announced with a semi-formal bow as he pointed to himself as he said his name.

Two minutes passed before laughter rippled out of my mouth. Seriously? He just said that he was The Shredder, ha! Man, I must have woken up in the loony bin for rejected wannabe comic con people or something. I thought to myself.

The Shredder blinked when I did this, but before I could so much as giggle his fist struck out connecting with my stomach. Air rushed out my lungs, my laughter replaced with me gasping for air.

"Silence!" He roared at me. Grabbing my hair and jerking my head back he leaned into my face to say, "You will respect me young one."

I screamed in pain as I yelled at him. "You're not real." Silence followed this as he looked at me, confusion evident on his face.

"What do you mean?" He asked a second later.

By then I had had enough, so I just bit down on my lips and shook my head refusing to answer his question.

"I had hoped you would more cooperative by now, but it seems that I was wrong. We will question you and if you do not answer, you will suffer the consequences of that refusal in an extremely painful manner." He leaned in towards me until all I could see were his black, soulless eyes. He hissed at me "Where are the turtles?"

Feeling myself spiraling into the void of his eyes I sealed my fate when I said "No."

Chuckling darkly he said "Very well, Hun you may proceed to question her your way."

Out of the corner of my left eye I saw an even taller man step forward step out of the shadows. Long Golden hair pulled into a ponytail rested on his broad like, tan shoulders. His wife beater muscle shirt stretched over his steroid enhanced muscled chest, while black leather pants hugged toned legs, and black beat up steel toe covered boots enclosed his feet. On his left shoulder from his elbow up to his neck a Chinese inspired purple dragon wove in and around huge muscles. Clutched in his right hand was a nasty looking bull whip. I stared in horror at the malicious smile on his clean shaven Caucasian face. Ice winter blue eyes looked down at me as they told me of what was to come next.

I thought to myself that I was going to have nightmares for the rest of my life if this ended up being real and not just a nightmare.

He strutted towards me, the bright light gleaming off of copper zero gauged spikes in each ear, The Shredder having stepped back to observe all of this. As Hun closed in on me I braced myself, and closed my eyes just as I felt the sting of the whip as it cracked at me for the first time.

"Where are the turtles?" The question was repeated again and again.

I felt the whip slice into me every time I refused to answer. I screamed for help inside my head when I felt a warm presence in my mind begin to fade in and out. Clinging to the faint presence I began to wait and hope. For what I didn't know, and it was only much later that I found out, much later.

From there everything became a blur as I lost track of the hours that I had spent get whipped and sometimes kicked or punched. Tears streamed down into the cuts on my face, my left eye throbbed, no doubt I already had a black eye.

Sometimes I would slip into the darkness of my mind only to be brought back with a slap or a flick from the whip. Time passed by in a blaze of fire and agony. It was during a 10 second break when a high pitched blare assaulted my eardrums. Red and yellow lights flashed brightly around me. It felt like a fire drill from school, which had been annoying then and it was annoying now.

I felt people rushing around me, my eyes tightly closed by then. The Shredder and Hun had stood by my sides when an eerie silence filled the room, only to be broken moments later when I heard new voices raised in anger.

I could barely make out what was being said because of the pain, but I did catch snippets of something like "Welcome turtles." and a different voice yelling "You monster!"

When I did regain all of my senses I opened my eyes, and started to wonder when my normal life had turned weird, because there they stood in all their mutant turtle glory.

My eyes grew large at the sight and I thought to myself,Yep its official, I've gone insane and I'm currently in a psychic ward.

There was a lot of yelling and shouting as men swarmed around like angry bees. If my eyes were to be believed, what looked like Foot ninja's seemed to be working with gruff looking men who, having the same purple dragon tattoos as my lovely new friend Hun, must be part of the Purple Dragons.

Meanwhile as Tweedledee Shredder and Tweedledum Hun were occupied with the turtles, I took the chance to briefly look at the turtles. They were all well muscled, some more than the others. And true to form, they all wore different colored masks. Just like on TV I thought to myself in disbelief.

One stood in front of the others with his dark cerulean blue mask that framed dark grayish brown eyes, hunter green skin gleamed underneath the artificial light .The other three stood behind Leonardo in a close diamond like position. The one to his left had to be Donatello who wore an Imperial purple mask, his eyes were a dark slate gray, his skin a crisp apple green. To his right Michelangelo wore a dark orange mask that cradled robin's egg blue eyes, his forest green skin gleamed with a thin sheen of beaded sweat. Behind Michelangelo stood the last and the darkest green of all of them. He was a Phthalo green with a dark, rich slash of crimson that framed eyes the color of citrine gems, being a medium dark shade of yellow with a hint of green. Though at the moment they looked like angry cat eyes.

Though now that I had a better look they all looked pretty pissed, for what reason I couldn't say.

Hun turned to me then, before I could finish my inspection and ripped the straps from my wrists, legs and body freeing me so that I slumped a little against the table. Rubbing my raw and bruised wrists The Shredder turned to me.

Laughing loudly he said to the four mutant turtles "There's nothing you can do to stop me now that we have her." He proclaimed smugly as he turned to me and said, "Join me. Join me Diana, and together we will kill the freaks."

I looked between the Shredder and the turtles and looking The Shredder in the eye I said with my head held high, "You're joking right? Unless I'm mistaken you just spent the last several hours having me tortured. Why the hell would I join you to do anything?" I said to him with an incredulous shake of my head. "So even if this isn't a dream, and by some crazy ass reason it's real, I think I'll tell you to just suck it. And by the way the only freak I see around here is you." I spat in disgust "I would never follow a monster like you!"

Snarling The Shredder grabbed me, holding me tightly against him as we both faced the turtles, my left wrist clutched firmly in his left hand. "You're just like them , a mistake that must corrected later. Now turtles, I command you to drop your weapons." He ordered.

"No!" I yelled to the turtles, willing them to remain armed.

Grabbing my pinky finger on my left hand The Shredder, with his left hand did something that I, in a sick and disturbed way, always wanted to know what it felt like. By jerking said finger roughly to the side The Shredder managed to crack the delicate little bone in half. Intense burning fire shot through my hand lighting up every nerve in a wave of red tinged agony. An ear piercing scream tumbled from my lips and shattered the stillness of the room, which was funny, because I don't even remember starting to scream.

The sound of cracking bone triggered a few things at once. The turtles flinched in shock, horror and revulsion, the one in orange paled, turning a sick shade of gray-green. Some of the men started laughing at this. My screaming died down to a few whimpers and little sobs of pain.

"Drop your weapons turtles." The Shredder ordered in an all too calm voice again.

The group of turtles, with each passing second became more and more tense. The blue masked one started to lower his weapons to the floor.

"Stop! Don't listen to this asshole!" I shouted at them.
The Shredder not impressed with my heroics took my ring finger and yanked it sharply. A wet pop echoed through the room before I shrieked.

"I will not ask again Leonardo. Put down your weapons!" And to illustrate the seriousness of his command he took my middle finger and twisted it.

For just one moment I blacked out, but in that split second of regaining my senses I felt the sharp edge of a knife hilt pressed into my back. Jolted back to awareness I hesitantly reached behind my back with my right hand. Everyone was so busy with my would be rescuers that no one saw my arm's movement.

"Very well, I'll just have to find some other way to persuade you." The Shredder stated calmly as he pulled out some sort of gun.

What is with this guy that he is packing so many weapons? I wondered to myself as The Shredder pointed it at the one wearing the orange mask.

Seeing this small chance I quickly reached into his robes, whipped out the knife, and buried it into his left shoulder.

The Shredder stumbled back, the click and roar of the gun sent everything into a cluster fuck. Thankfully the bullet missed its intended victim.

The Shredder, pushing me away, backhanded me, sending me several feet away from him to sprawl onto the ground. Note to self his bitch slap is pretty hard. I thought to myself inwardly.

The clash of steel against steel reverberated around me as the dull thud of wood striking soft flesh thundered all around the room.

Silver light flashed into my eyes signaling the arrival of Leonardo nearby in a heated battle with the old tin man. Feeling eyes on me I looked up into a pair of upside down beautiful blue eyes and a dark orange mask hovering over me.

"Are you okay ?" he whispered to me gently in cool spearmint laced words. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch.

His eyes took on a pained look when he saw this, but before he could apologize I beat him to it. "I'm sorry." I managed to choke out as tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.

A strained smile graced his face as he spoke again. "I'm going to pick you up now its' going to be okay ."

I nodded my head in response "Okay." Back home I was known for my loud voice, but my agreement to his actions came out as no more than a soft whisper.

An arm slid under my back, another under my legs, air rushing through my ears as he silently picked me up. Looking into his eyes once more I reached a hand up towards his neck, but stopped halfway as if asking if I could. The response was a sharp nod to which I then proceeded to wrap my arms around his neck. Emboldened by this action I buried my face into his neck,which caused him to stiffen slightly either in shock or confusion at my actions.

"I got her guys let's get the heck out of here!" He shouted over his shoulder. I heard one voice shout, "Go ahead with her Mikey, we'll catch up!" While another shouted "Got your back bro."

"Hold on this might get ugly." Mikey warned.

My arms tightened around his shoulders, my injured hand blazing in pain. I closed my eyes tightly feeling the movement of his body underneath me increase as he ran. Faster and faster we went, followed by angry grunts and yells of pain as his body jerked and shifted to dodge occasional attacks.

It was only when the refreshing ice cold, night air hit my body that I realized I had even done anything life changing. Everything was moving so fast for me that I just zoned out.

A sharp slightly musty odor brought me to my senses. The soft echoing splash of water and complete darkness made me wonder where we were. Harsh breathing in front of me made me cringe into my green hero.

"It's okay it's just my bros." he said to me as I opened my eyes staring at the textured contours of his neck. We continued to walk in silence until finally we stopped. Noises and a soft light shined into the dark, water filled, cement tunnel. He walked a little ways further down the tunnel and I heard a strange 'thud' sound that echoed in the room we had stepped into, a pleasant scent drifted around me, possibly incense, but the actual name of the aroma eluded me.

"I'm going to set you down cause we're safe now." Mikey said, gentleness flowing through each word that the turtle said to me as he gently set me down on a lumpy cushion. He began to pull away which set me into a mini panic attack, causing me to clutch onto his neck more, a slight whimper escaping my lips. He sighed and I felt the couch next to me sag as he sat next to me my face still buried in his neck. "It's okay you're safe now." He said as a hand began to tentatively rub my back trying to soothe and calm me.

Soft taps on a hard floor brought me painfully back to earth as a soft voice spoke.

"My sons, it is good to see you've returned safely."

A different voice, tinged with respect, but laced with a hint of steel responded. "Father we infiltrated The Shredder's lair and found what he was hiding. He was holding this girl captive."

Quietly humming I heard the person approach until a soft, clawed hand touched my shoulder. "Raise your head young one, you are quite safe here with us." Pausing he then added "Trust me." In a reassuring voice.

I slowly lifted my head and turned to face a kind, wise,large grey furred rat. Feeling odd because I have never really considered rats to be kind, I stared deep into two liquid pools of ink colored eyes.

These eyes searched my face for something and I don't know what he was searching for or if he found it, but his eyes finally settled on my cheek which began to throb under his gaze. His other paw reached out to stroke the sore cheek as I winced slightly.

"She got hurt because of us Master." Black eyes darted to blue ones "She was asked to join the foot and she said "no." Even...even when The Shredder broke some of her fingers. And her face is like that because she got slapped for saving me from being shot by The Shredder."

His master drew back, a look of mild surprise etched on his face. Looking behind us he spoke to another turtle. "Leonardo, is what Michelangelo speaks of true?"

"Yes father," Leonardo answered quickly. "But I do not know why she saved Mikey."

Several pairs of eyes landed on me then.

"Yeah, why the hell did you help us?" An angry, suspicious voice asked. Looking down I chewed on my lip in uneasiness "I don't think you guys are monsters." I replied to them softly.

"Look into my eyes child." Their master said to me a moment later. Doing so I saw a slight smile on the old Master's face. "Although I do not know the full reasons as to why you saved my son and denied an invitation from the Shredder. I offer my most sincere gratitude and open our home to you, where you may reside in to heal and recuperate from the horrors you faced."

"But Master Splinter, how can we know we can trust her?" Leonardo inquired uneasily.

"I trust her Leo."Michelangelo's voice interjected.

My eyes snapped to Mikey's, who smiled, the pearly whites of his teeth gleaming in the light, his mask taking on an odd glow

I heard a snort and mocking voice spoke."Of course you would trust her Mike, you always do."

"That is enough Raphael." Master Splinter said sternly to the red banded turtle. The reprimanded turtle glared at me, eyes full of mistrust and the promise of deadly retribution if I dared to hurt his family. Then with a huff of "Whatever." He turned in hostile, pent up rage as he leaped onto an upper ledge walkway. A moment later the sound of a slamming a door echoed through the cavernous room, followed by another more muffled slam of another door.

Wincing, I cringed as the sound seemed to reverberate through my head and body.

"It's okay dudette, he's always cranky after a smack down." Mikey said to me. "Donatello, Master Splinter began. "Please tend to our guest. It seems she is in more pain then she lets on." Patting my head softly their Master continued as Donatello rushed to do his Master's bidding, rushing from the room. "You may call me Master Splinter child. My oldest son here, Leonardo, will make sure you have a place to rest after you are treated. I will be meditating on the events that have occurred recently if anyone wishes to see me." With that the old rat turned and slowly walked away, his walking stick making sharp taps against the stone floor as he disappeared into a different part of their home

Mikey continued to sit to my right, while my turtle doctor, carrying an armload of medical supplies rushed to my left side. I finally let go of Mikey cradling my damaged hand in my lap. Staring down at it I started drifting away from my body a little, my thoughts tumbling around in my head as I contemplated my situation with foggy disbelief.

Here I was sitting on an old lumpy couch surrounded by mutant turtles deep within a funky old sewer in the middle of New York City. I guess only time would tell if this was a hellish nightmare from which I was having a hard time waking; Or if I was trapped within a strange new reality that my mind could not fully even begin to comprehend. I hoped it was the former, but somewhere deep within myself I slightly wished that it was the latter. Does That make me a strange person?

TLR:Glass doll crying song

Mon, 10 May 2010 09:11:38 PDT

Since I couldn't put the full bands name that Jamie was in when she was 18, her band was called ' The leather rebels ', she was in a band with her good friends Tess, Jade and Amber. Jamie was the lead singer, she also would play guitar sometimes Her 3 friends were her age and all had a really rough background they came from, Jade and Tess were the guitar players, Amber was the guiar player. They would play downtown in bars sometimes for gigs, downtown wasn't the safest...but Jamie always had a switchblad on her to be safe.

Amber had long red hair with black high lights, her hair was really blonde and her eyes were brown. There was big spider web tattoo on the side of her waist that went all the way partly to her back which ended at her right shoulder blade.

Jade had natural long black hair and green eyes, she had bullet tattoos on her left wrist and a rose vine tattoo that wrapped around her right arm, her nose was pierced.

Tess had short blonde hair with purple high lights and blue eyes, she had a tattoo that was lips with a skull design on it that was on her lower back area and a devilish fairy tattoo on the side of her neck. Her hair partly hid the tattoo that wa son her neck.

Jamie didn't have a tattoo or dye her hair, she only had her ears doubled pierced.

Jade, Tess and Amber's background:

Tess:

Tess’s mom and dad were divorced, but Tess still lives with her father. He wasn’t all that bad; he was in the air force in the military.

Jade:

Jade’s mom and dad tried to make it work and kept her until 11, Jade was an orphan too and adopted at 16. She had been with the family ever since then, she liked it. ( Jade drinks, but doesn't ever get drunk )

Amber:

Amber’s birth mom was a prostitute and didn’t care about her daughter. Amber found out her birth dad is now in prison and a complete dick, she first met him when she was 12 and that was the last time she saw him. Her mom gave her up when she was just a baby; she lived with her grandma until 11 and then was an orphan. She ran away from the orphanage at age 13, she was adopted at 16 and has been living with the family she does now since then. ( Amber smokes )

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Glass doll crying is one of their songs

Dialogue from Lillium Lupus

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 20:58:19 PDT

It delivers what it promices XD There are no descs of the characters here....but that's okay. For all itnents and purposes they are all dressed in black and largely disgusied here for reasons you don't know. Vincent and Duke wear long black coats, black leather pants, and black shirt. They wear black sunglasses and black bandanas cover the lower half of their faces at this point in time. Duke is a very large fellow (about 6'9) with a shaved bald head. He's very muscular. Vinnie wears an eyepatch over one eye, under his sunglasses, and has long black hair tied back.
The twins are in robes...with hoods up. All in black....go twins XD Waiting to unite their shadow twin powers...Or not?
The Russians are....just huge Russians XD Picture your classic big scary hit men...and make them Russian.
Adrik is a blue haired sex god ^.^ Long blue hair all the way down his back...long thin legs..long thin arms...nice thin midsection. He's just pretty ^.~ Wears a suit here that's made up of different size and shapes rectangles and squares that are in different shades of blue. Missing a square on one shoulder to show off a tattoo and the word 'HUNTER' ....the name of his wolf.

Well! that might just have been too much reading. No more of this! Go read them talking funny xD

Wild Swing

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 05:59:22 PDT

Ich werde stark sein, weil du bist.

Ich werde auf dich warten.

Der Erlkönig (often called just Erlkönig) is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. It depicts the death of a child assailed by a supernatural being. I put that in German because Der Erlkönig is a German poem. (Background story!)

Jest found a book in his grandmother's house, a few days after Cojiro hatched from his 80 year old egg. It was a book taken from Kakariko Village, a home of those who had served the Royal Family as guardians and caretakers. His Gammy was not one, but she lived in the same village as such. Before she set sail for other lands, she had taken the book. Snuck it from the Great Impa's home and kept it was a keepsake, to remember where she had been born.

Jest has been laid up for a while. You know. Got a tattoo of a banner in Gammy's house on his lower back. Got attacked by Chaos for the color blue in his rainbow. Died. Got brought back. And here we are now! (So the usual stuff really ._.) To be honest, Jest is still hoping Ki remembers one day, but he'll be better off than he had thought originally if he doesn't. Be alot more accepting of it. He'll be alright, moreso now than a week or two ago.

See, if Tam can't handle it at a certain time, he'll take over and handle things in a Sheikah way- protection with quiet respect, and a bazillion things on his person (XD). Even if there's no memory, Jest is just grateful to all gods that Ki is alive. And he'll do what he can to keep it that way., even if there's no change. After all, we should just be grateful for what we have, rather than bemoaning what we lost. Jest is still bemoaning a little it, but... he'll be better.

Meander, Jest, 'Der Erlkonig' Oversoul, Chaos (c) Myself
Majora, LoZ, Pokemon (c) Nintendo
Oversoul concept (c) Takei
Garde-X concept (c) E
Discord (c) Lauren Faust

I decided Discord was Chaos's host, aren't I the funniest shit ever?

Desperate

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 18:37:02 PDT

This is only part one of this, but I thought since I have half of it done i'd post it.
Um, I'll try to edit this more later like add a preview pic to this and edit the writing some more but for know, hopefully this is ok. I know I suck at this stuff. :/
And I don't know why the preview pic is so small either. Oh darn

Arrancar - An Arrancar (破面 (アランカル), arankaru; Spanish for "To Tear Off", Japanese for "Ripped Mask") is a Hollow that has removed its mask and has gained Shinigami-like powers. [ [link] ]

Fraccion - The Fracción are a subsection of the Números that directly serve a specific Espada. The number of Fracción for any given Espada varies: Nnoitra Gilga has just one, while Szayel Aporro Granz has at least a dozen. There are a few Espada that apparently prefer to fight alone, such as Coyote Starrk, Yammy Llargo, Zommari Rureaux, Ulquiorra Cifer and Aaroniero Arruruerie, who seem to have chosen not to have any Fracción under their command.

Espada - The Espada are the top-ranked Arrancar in Aizen's army, and the primary antagonists in the later half of the series. The Espada at the time of the group's introduction consists of nine males and one female. Each Espada member is chosen for their superior combat ability and then assigned a number from 0 to 9 (with 0 having the most reiatsu, while 9 has the least) that indicates their rank and relative power level, which is tattooed somewhere on their body (Grimmjow's is on his lower back, for instance). Each Espada embodies an aspect of death, which ties into their personalities, beliefs and powers. The Espada are given control over the Números and are regarded as the strongest Arrancar in existence. Similar to the power gap between captains and lieutenants in the Gotei 13, the strength, speed, intelligence, and power of the Espada far surpasses that of the average Número. As Aaroniero Arruruerie notes, all of the Espada except him were at least Adjuchas-class Menos before becoming Arrancar. Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck was formerly the 3rd Espada before she was tricked and exiled by Nnoitra.

Cero - high-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers. Only Gillians, Adjuchas, Arrancar, and the Visored have so far been shown to use Cero attacks, and it appears that stronger entities can use it more efficiently. Various Arrancar and Hollow characters display variants of the technique, such as the Espada-exclusive Gran Rey Cero, the Cero Oscuras that Ulquiorra Cifer can use only in his released form, as well as the Cero Sincrético performed by Pesche Guatiche and Dondochakka Birstanne.

Bala - an Arrancar alternative to Cero. The technique hardens the user's Spiritual Pressure and fires it like a bullet. Although it is weaker than a normal Cero, it moves about twenty times faster and can be fired at a much higher rate, but the damage is much the same. Stronger Arrancar can also fire a more powerful Bala, while retaining its twenty-fold speed.

Hierro - hardened skin of the Arrancar, which is a result of their compressed spiritual power. While their skin is strong enough to block even released Zanpakutō bare-handed, it is by no means impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar generally have proportionally stronger skin than usual.

If you want better visuals watch these links
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All BLEACH related stuff (c) Tite Kubo

Kaien (c) ME

Bruce (c) MARVEL

All things Hellsing related (c) Kouta Hirano

Zeck's Profile

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 20:54:10 PST

This is Zeck's profile, alot to know about him. XD

Gender: Male
Race:Human
Age: 19
Birth date: Dec. 18, 1985
Blood Type: AO ( not normal..)
Height: 6 feet tall 3 inchs.
Measurements: He has a miduim body built, he is stronger then he looks and has a long looking body.
Beliefs/Religion: As long as you wake up the next morning your still alive, so it doesn't matter, that is his religion at the moment.
Hobby: He likes to street fight and train.

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Current Information
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>family background:
His mother and father were drunks and he was an only child so he ran away when he was 14. He has no idea what has happened to them since then.

>birth place:
Germany

>history, background:
he lived with his mother and father till he was about 14, but by then his family were drunks and he often got beaten and abused by them. He ran away and had almost died from lack of food and sickness, but a couple of boys later to be his closest friends, saved him. When he had came to and started to actually get around again; he moved into a rundown juvie building with his friends. He stade there stealing from small town shops for food and supplies. He had spent most of his nights with his friends drinking or playing games. They were close friends, and under the rule of a king, it made them even closer. In his area everything had turned to a king he had all the power and loved boys. Lucky the old juvie was in the middle of the woods and no one could find it because the trail there had been covered up with weeds and plants a long time ago. The juvie had been used to take bad boys and teach them the hard life, but they were shut down because they found out boys would be raped by the guards, thrown out in the woods to get lost and die from lack of food, tied up to trees as wolves and other animals come and eat them alive, and they would beat the kids badly. So, Zeck and his friends had tooken over the old place. He lived there till he was 17 and then wanted to see the world. He left his village and went on. He still sees his friends ever so often but he is traveling all over the area, he hasn't stopped yet.

>home: He has no home, he usually sleeps in trees or in the woods were no one can find him by night and walks around during the day.

>ossessions, make-up, jewelry, etc.: He has 3 earings on he left ear and 2 on his right, he also has 2 eyebrow percings on his right eyebrow.

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Physical Description
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>hair style: It is short and spiked up.

>eyes: Zeck has silver blue eyes that glow at night.

>body: Zeck is actually skinny for his body built but he has a dark even tan all over.

>hysical condition: He is very healthy and stronger then ever.

>marks, scar, tattoo: He has a tattoo on his back that laps over his right shoulder and stops a little under his callor bone. He also has pelvic tattoos that dip into his lower back and lap around his hips to his front where they stop just before the center.

>clothing: He wears anything he can get, weather it look slutty, drag, right, or very loose he is very open and doesn't care. He has worn mini skirts to 10X shirts.

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Personality
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>likes: Sleeping, eating, training, fighting, drawing, and learning knew things. He likes to have friends and likes to be around someone. He also likes bar dances and drinking and the night, or when it rains.

>dislikes: Hot days, lack of water, being sick, starving.

>fears: Loosing people he loves, dying slowly and painfully.

>goals: To find a place where everyone is happy, a place that is like a dream world...

>hobbies: Training, drawing, and if he can ever get his hands on a guitar, guitar.

>occupation: Ass kicking mother fucker. And a roamer.

>favorite food: CHICKEN AND FISH!

>least favorite food: grass....

>most prized possession: His friends.

>vernacular (way of speaking): He has a deep voice, but it is calm and warming, he has a way with his words and he can sometimes speek German and not mean to.

>sychological condition: Happy and looking for love.

>character behavior: Very open and outgoing. He talks to everyone and trys to help everyone, he sticks his nose into places they don't belong and he is stubborn. He also can be forceful and if a person gives him a little struggle it makes him even more interested in them.

>aptitude: He is in a way smart, he never went to any schools and he had to teach himself. But, he knows alot and even if he may not know something he can figure it out quick.

>social and other pressure, problems: He trust people too much and can get his heart broken alot.

>relationships (with who and what kind): None at the moment he is dominate but hasn't met anyone yet.

>beliefs, superstition, moral value: No pain, no gain.

>ositive characteristics: Sweet, understanding, tender, carring and always there when you need him. He loved to hold someone in his arms and make them feel better.

>negatives characteristics: Out going, sometimes a dumbass, and sticks his nose into places it doesn't need to go.

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Abilities
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>hysical: He is very flexable and knows how to use his strength and skill to k.o. his challenger.

>magical: He has no such thing, he just got alot of skill and street smarts.

There is zeck! And thanks to love I have this wonderful detailed profile! Thank you lover~! *kiss*

char. bio brent clean

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 18:46:23 PDT

BASIC INFORMATION

Full namerenton alexader frafert

Pronunciation:

Nickname(s) or Alias:

Gender:M

Species:Human

Age:41

Birthday:january 16 1970

Nationality:american

Religion:none

City or town of birth:unknown

Currently lives:tokyo

Languages spoken:english

Native language: english

Relationship Status:none

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height:6'8

Weight:170

Figure/build:musculear and lean

Hair colour:black

Hairstyle:long staight hair that is lower back in length

Eye colour:silver

Skin/fur/etc colour: wight

Tattoos: none

Piercings:none

Scars/distinguishing marks: a silver streak that runs down the middle

part of his hair

Preferred style of clothing:buisnnes were and tuxedos

Frequently worn jewellery:inverted cross and pentagrame neckless

HEALTH

Smoker?:yes

Drinker?:yes

Drug User?:no Which? :none

Addictions:tobacco

Allergies:none

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities:no

Any medication regularly taken:no

PERSONALITY

Personality: he is cold to most although once he considers you a friend

he will love you forever.He is completly self sastanibly he rarely alowys

others to do for him.He  is loving to thoses who he thanks are worthey

of it and regects thoese who ha thanks are not.

Likes:

money,honesty,respect,power,avlabilty,tobacco,*Pilar,shoping,nicer

things,big houses,easy life, work

Dislikes: hate,haters,people who anoy him, people how cant or wont

work,his past,birds, reptiles

Fears/phobias:lonleyness,loosing his friend"s"

Favourite colourlack

Hobbies:Spending large amounts of cash and macking it back

Taste in music:Exstreme death metal

SKILLS

Talents/skills:Stock investing and relaste

Ability to drive a car?:yes Operate any other vehicles?ilot,boat

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore:yes

Favourite food(s):unknown

Favourite drink(s): vodake and gin and tonic

Disliked food:unknown

Disliked drinks:unknown

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character's house/home:many houses but ushally parts of

building's he owns.the houses he owns are allways exstravagent

Significant/special belongings:None

CAREER

Level of education:Advance college

Qualifications:doctor,mersanery,pilot,stock

investor,realestae,medator,psychologest,teacher,philospher,anchient

weapons exspert,antiqe director,taylor,stunt

driver,actor,solider,economist,playboy

Current job title and description:He is currently a stock invstor/ real

estae agent who represents himself and other exsstremley wealthy

indivduels.

Name of employer:himself

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: peaceful at all imes unlesse he is

provoked or threatened.

Fighting skills/techniques:unknown but advanced

Special skills/magical powers/etc:seemingly endless money flow

Weapon of choice (if any):hand to hand

Weaknesses in combat:unknown

Strengths in combatsychological warfare

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: susan frafert and matthew frafert

Are parents alive or dead?: Unkown but presumed dead

Is the character still in contact with their parents?:no

Siblings? Relationship with siblings?: no siblings

Other Important Relatives:none

Partner/Spouse:Ex-Wife reaoney frafert (dead-died while macking

meth)

Children:breaney frafert 10 years old (dead-killed by mother in a meth

makcing exsploshione)

Best Friendilar he friend from child hood and personal assistent one of

only two pepole he trust. When he ran away from home she and him

survived on the streets togther. Pacem (dead-car accident) after he and

Pilar bought there first house he stayed with them as a room mate.

Other Important Friends:none

Acquaintances:varoiues bussniess paartnerrs

Pets:none

Enemies?:varouies people Why are they enemies?:varouies reasons

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10):AFter his 5th birthday his

father lost his job sinding his father into a deep depreshion.His father

beeat his mother and father beat him and raped him untill he left. at age

ten he was pulled from school to work on the small farm the family

owned.

Describe their  teenage years (11 - 19): He continued to work on the

farm teaching himself throught that. At age 16  he ran away from home

to save his life after he was foound out to be gay.He eventually ended up

in New york. There he meat Pacem the two of them lived in a small

makeshift home in a abanded junk yard witch they one in a game of

pool.after aqurring a G.E.D at age 18 he begane to work as a low level

temp at a small lawyer firm. at age nineteen he bought the firm and

made his first million dollers wih it. He later turned the junk yard into a

home for wayward children.

Describe their  adult years (20+):After he turned twenty he handed over

the law firm to his partnerr rick who continnues to run it and

represents Brent at any legall pressedings he encounters. under Rick's

thumb the law firm ahs become the number one law firm in the

country.Brent left the firm to attende a seconed set of college slasses to

ubtane his doctors liscense. he continued this and varoiuse jobs untill he

turned 35 whne he inlisted in the army. he quickly rose through the

ranks .untill he retired from the militery as a fully decorated abdnreal at

age 39.He than began work on Brent industryes in the span of one year

he bacame the ritchest man in the world and created a internatinolly

number one fortane five hundred company. He continues this and

varoius charity oganzatchiones .

my book pages 1-5

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 20:04:52 PDT

my book

the forever door

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It had never rained as it did the day she laid her head on the cold cement, the rain battered the cardboard she had propped against the wall dropping ever so slightly onto her face. he eyes fluttered open and she looked at her watch. It had stooped months ago but she still checked it out of instinct and a hope of the years past. She still couldn't speak German. but she understood every-word coming from the loud speakers that were placed on every third block of New York City. she sighed lazily and stretched before making her way through the highly guarded Bronx and lower queens area's she had to make it to Jersey before the S.S. found her and that in its self was a chore.

The rain continued into the afternoon as she kept to the alleys and sewers before making it to the Bronx. The heavily footed mech of the android S.S. stomped by dragging a small hover wagon of Jews and Africans into the folds. "No doubt being shipped to Ohio." she thought to herself and shuddered as she crossed the busy fourth street. She stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of the Aryans so many blond haired blue eyed men and women and herself a short black haired goth chic running across Nazi occupied territory. A whistle sounds in the distance as she caches her breath in her chest.
She had taken a risk in running through this part of the city but he clan needed food and she was the one to get it. She ran faster pas the dark folds of the city until she found an open manhole. She hated the sewers but as of late they were her best friends. She jumped in as the loud thumping of the android S.S. made there way past. She landed hard in the water and was quickly sucked under into the current. the water passed over her sucking her into the raw sewage and then spitting her out a half mile down from her intended target of New Jersey the last hold out of the resistance. She pulled herself up her muscles ached but she was almost home.

She willed her self to run onward she had come to far to be caught off guard and was to strong not to make it back. the clicking of boots was heard a few hundred yards behind her and closing fast. Thinking quickly she pulled the only defense she had on her. a modified Desert eagle fully auto 50 cal. pistol. She fired three times and screams echoed in the distance. A soldier fell face first into a growing puddle followed by three more. Automatic weapon fire echoed through the corridors and alleyways of the vast metropolis before she slipped past the barbed wire fence into the free zone. Anti aircraft fire is heard as several German officers fell to the ground many of there body parts missing and littering the streets around them.

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She watched the heavy doors open and she stepped into another place a place that reminded her of better times of times before WW2 she remembered the lessons of the camp she escaped from. How the Nazi party had created an atom bomb mealy days before the United States had. The problem with the U.S. not having the bomb was the Germany was intent to use it and use it they did. October 5th 1944 a single plane flew over the northeastern half of Ohio and a second over the other half of Ohio. Both dropped a single bomb which eradicated all life in that state. Three days later the United States of America surrendered to the third Reich.
In the present for those not considered Aryn in blood and not loyal to Katalin Hitler were sent to the largest of the Nazi concentration camps called Himmler. This camp is located in the dead center of the desecrated state of Ohio. The officers who escort the damned were radiation suits as well as other protective gear and no person lives much longer than five years there.
her name was Tia she was a Resistance fighter in the last free place in the U.S. she fought for her home in new Jersey and she fought hard. She was respected higher among others in this free place this sanctuary within hell. she stood 5' 6" tall and her hair was shaved well all but the front two parts of her bangs. The tattoo's she wore proudly told of her years of service. Only she had gotten close enough to the tower to see Katalin Hitler and bask in her insanity. Tia had a sister Rina the two were the last of there family which once had a proud name which now was lost forever to a history that was never written.
Katalin sat in her office the book on her table old its pages yellow and brittle with age. A picture of a door illuminated captures her gaze as she ponders over the writing obsessively. she reads quietly to herself before buzzing in her highest general. Rodolph, she screams her heavy German accent cutting the pristine quiet of the 101st floor of what used to be called the Empire State Building. now it is simply called the tower. New York as it is in the present is a picture of terror. The streets once a proud haven of diversity are now stripped of color and turned into a propaganda machine. swastikas hang from every building and the town is void of color a thick Grey washes over the once brilliant city. The once awesome sight of the Statue of Liberty is now an ominous figure of Hitler clutching mine kamph in his grip his right hand extended in the Nazi salute.

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Katalin Called her general into the room Rodolph walks slowly but with an air of pride to him. " I want you to go the this place" she said pointing to a map in her very old book. The place she was referring was seven hundred miles off the coast of Spain in a village called Teller Rodolph takes a platoon of special forces of the Nazi party and departs immediately. " This mission is of the utmost importance to our beloved empress. We are to find and explore this relic she has sent us to look for. It will be a large door made of a metal that is of yet UN named. Once we find this place we are to enter the door and secure its contents. The tall dark haired man says to the intent looking faces staring back at him.
There is no air strip in or near this village to we will be para-shooting into the town. Be ready for resistance and always be on guard." he says slipping his parachute onto his back. Afew moments later the platoon dives from the plane all 23 members chutes open up and fill the sky with bright red. The men hit the ground with a hard roll and enter the village. The town is quiet at this time of day as it seems the people are all in church. The platoon of Nazi specialists quickly find the door. Rodolph opens the large door and the platoon steps past into a bright light which soon gives way to a wooden area. Now the town the men had come from was steeply up in the mountains of eastern Spain. Not even a tree for three hundred miles. The men look about bewildered at this place they have stumbled into.
" Let me think" Rodolph yells to the men as he kneels and surveys the fast tranquil Forrest. " This shouldn't be here there was nothing on the other side of that door." After a few minutes in thought he comes to the conclusion that the orders were to secure the area. He orders the men to advance with caution into this unknown wood. The men hike miles into the Forrest in complete silence on guard to every noise the wooded place would make. Rodolph signals the men to move forward and as the last man moves his feet a twig snaps loudly under foot. The snap echos around the area and then goes back to silence. The air is suddenly cut as a single arrow flies through the air stopping inches from the first mans head. "s-s-sir i think we are being attacked" the man says as a halo of arrows flies through the air darkening the sky. The men try to retreat but all of there existences are cut short save one who maneges to get pas the door alive.

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Second commandant Randolph Switz-en runs through the ominous door and back into the small village. He breathes heavily and glances around trying to regain his composure. The pain is sudden when he realizes that in his left arm is an arrow. upon closer inspection he realizes it is intricately carved in a language not known to any human being. He pulls the arrow from his arm letting a long scream of agony fill the night air. Once finished he begins to make the long trek down the mountain and back to the New York command post. The journey down the mountain takes hours. Sweat pours from his brow even in the pure cold of the Spanish mountains. He walks slowly blood draining from his arm the wound not seeming to scab over. The man stops and makes a fire he plans to camp over night.
The fire glows hot and the German officer puts the front of his combat knife into the fire till the tip glows bright red. He winces as he pushes the blade to the two open wounds in his arm to cauterize it. He grunts in pain as the burning ceases and he lays down to hopefully sleep for the night but his sleep would not go on for long. Over head a pair of eyes watch him the eyes form a face that is distinctively human but with a set of large pointed ears and feminine features. The humanoid raises a bow to fire but is caught off guard by a German bullet. The humanoid blinks once as blood pours down the middle of his head and his pupils dilate. The thing falls several feet before crashing onto the hard ground inches from the German officer. " What the hell is that?" he asks himself before getting up and putting his things back in his pack. He runs the rest of the way down the mountain and collapses in a room at the inn exhausted and frightened. The man did not speak until he reached his empress.
" mum this door in which we were sent to find was infiltrated and we were forced to fall back via an ambush i am the only one whom made it out alive" Said Randolph his body still trembling. " We will send a second platoon to this door but they will go with infrared tech and tanks. You must take this territory and enslave its inhabitants. I want that territory the world i have here is not enough!" she said a sly smirk crossing her lips.

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Tia slept soundly that night confident in her being safe behind the protective walls of New Jersey once known as the underling of New York it is now a utopia of freedom. The lights of the city danced in her room as she opened her eyes slowly her slender form covered only in a thin sheet. It had been warm lately to warm for the time of year mid December was usually snowing and bitterly cold but it had been in the mid seventy's for three weeks. she rubbed her eyes trying to wake up as she walked to the kitchen for some much needed water her nude figure silhouetted in the moonlight. she passed by the bathroom in her quest for the cooling liquid. She promptly stopped in her tracks looking behind her and noticing a glowing man. Frightened she punched the left side of her counter. The thud was loud and caused a compartment to open up launching her trusty hand gun into the air. She catches the weapon and fires off six shots at the glowing male figure sitting in her room. The bullets pass by the figure without even a scratch and penetrate the wall behind him. Tia can hear screams from others in her building but no matter the task at hand is to find out who and what this being is. The figure raises his left hand and the handgun Tia holds in her hand glows bright red and begins become hot. Tia lets out a wail as the gun falls to the floor with a loud clicking. The man was shrouded in darkness but his fugue glew his body shrouded in a hooded cloak which barely covered his face. The man looked up and removed the hood from his head. His long black hair fell lose from it containment as he looked directly into Tia's eyes. " your weapons will not harm me" he said his voice gruff but with a soft undertone. "I am not truly in this plane. I do come to ask for you and your resistances help......My name is Raven" Tia stepped back slightly her hands balled tightly in a fist. " What does this help mean i have to do?" She asks her eyes still firmly on the male figure before her. "Save our people and the people of the realms from those of your own species" he says his tone now more melancholy. "what exactly did my people do exactly? " she asks " your human leader sent a platoon of its soldiers into our woodlands we stopped them but our sprites inside the tower have noted as she is sending more and heavily fortified!" he exclaimed " You and your resistance are the only thing stopping them from reaching our borders and passing through the forever door." The forever door?" she asks her attention peaked. " it is the door between the races of myth and your own!"