Asim

Looking at the figure before him, he smiled a sad smile, and got up from the dais, and picked up his mask. Feeling the glittering engraving on it, he turned towards the girl. ?No, It?s not right?it will never be the same? being animate is one thing, but having a soul is another? some can electrocute, or shock a corpse into moving, but that means not that it lives? ? He murmured. ? You still do not know everything about your powers? the bird might have seemed to be alive, but the truth is that it was nothing, but an empty shell?? He continued. ? That is one lesson the sages of Baghodiad taught me well?the soul is not something for us to tamper with? death occurs for a reason? even if it may seem unjust sometimes to our ignorant minds? who are we to question? Do we create our souls so that we can keep them for as long we wish? And furthermore protest against our departure to the beyond? ? No, but our arrogance drives us into the dark, and blinds our senses? in reality we are nothing, but weak creatures that wage pitiful wars, and take pride in our small selves only for the time meant for us?the outbreak of demons since my time distorted these truths by the appearance of Boru, and the likes of him?dazzling humans with their so called powers, which are really weak, and continuously fading?they are affective only because we humans think of them as such? That is why you couldn?t burn me, and that is why no demon will ever be a match for me? humans have always been stronger than demons, and they will always be, but they don?t know it, and perhaps only a few will ever do? to believe that anything, which happens to you, be it good, or seemingly bad is for a reason, a greater calculation by something beyond our comprehension may seem difficult, nevertheless it is true?? ? Even humans aren?t really that powerful for they can try, and just try to alter what they see as their destiny, but the rest is not up to them, but up to a greater, and ultimate existence? once someone realizes these facts, he or she will become stronger than ever?? ? Life is nothing, but a road leading to inevitable death? It is nothing, but a pathway to the other side, the end the journey, or should I say the goal? The way is open for all; it is the way you go through it that?s important? Demons are nothing, but a mere distraction?they know this, at least their leaders do ? She stared straight into his eyes, as he walked closer softly holding by the neck. ? I will destroy both the demons, and the hunters for as long as they both exist in this life they will wreak havoc, and cause mayhem?? Pacing towards the door, she called on him: ? Will you kill Night? ? She asked. ? Yes?? He answered. ? And if I try to stop you? ? She asked once more. ? Then you will die as well?? He murmured. ?Then kill me now? She said, and the silk sheet slowly fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, and lithe naked figure against the wavering crimson light. He stood still, his face painted with grim sadness, but still as calm as ever. He placed his left hand on the amulet around his neck. Touching the black stone it bore, a rustling light of a dark shade twirled in his palm, and sounded a sharp hiss. The light turned into a long bladed katana, with a richly adorned two-handed gray hilt. He lifted the sword above his head, and the girl closed her eyes, peacefully awaiting the fatal swift strike. A jet of bright silver sped through, along with a sharp gasp for air. The tip of the blade rested on her throat, not pressing in, but just touching the skin. ? I?m a warrior not a murderer, face me in battle if you wish? He spoke gently. She trembled with excitement, as he moved in near her. Breathing down her neck, the suspense made her heart throb, and pound violently. Her radiant warmth, he could feel, and taste. ? I don?t want to hurt you, the less blood I spill the better, but if you insist then I?ll have no choice, but to?? He continued with a passionate kiss. ?Kill you... so please stay away from it all? He finished. Looking over her shoulder, he saw two monstrous figures climbing up the veranda. With a silent glide his blade dimly flashed, and rent through their massive bodies, throwing over the stone rail, and down to the raging sea. Re-entering the room, he could hear distant shouts, and disgruntled shrieks. ? A raiding party?? He said calmly. With an anguished, and invisible grin on his face, he put on the mask again, and closed the door behind him. Mounting his gigantic steed, it slowly passed before the entrance of the large mansion. Massive head drooping, and then rising violently, with a neigh its bright eyes furiously gazed at the upcoming horde crashing through the steel gates. Blasting through like a bolt of lightning, the dark beast, and its rider reflected a grim scene of legendary horror, and heroic valor. His sword swirled in glimmering vertical circles of flashing light dealing death to enemies on both his sides. Jetting crimson splashed, and steel blazed. The hoofs of his horse crushed those that were unfortunate enough to be under them.

He got up, and walked to face the fireplace. His head tilted down, as he looked into the gentle flames. Bright, and dim crimson lights flickered, and gleamed against the darkness of his squinting eyes. Then without a word he paced towards a glass doorway leading to a veranda over seeing the sea, opened it, and cast a swift glance over his shoulder examining the lithe figure that lay naked within the smooth sheets. The curves, and lines of its suppleness outlined by the shifting glitter of silk against the silver light of the moon. He stepped out, and stared at the dark horizon. The winds whispered silently into his ears, the shadows drew him in to a vortex of thoughts, and enigmas, and the crescent moon grinned as if in lust for blood like the blade of the warrior's scythe. A bellowing roar then shattered the silence, and a jetting blaze blasted through the night. A bolt of lightning hurled down in the distance. Dark clouds were massing in a very slow stampede bidding the light farewell. Memories twirled before his eyes, a mirage of the past, long lost days of light. Days when peace reigned, and blades were sheathed. He shook his head trying to forget, but the visions just wouldn't go away. They troubled him, and were like daggers ripping through his very heart. A tweak of leather-gloved hands crept through unheard, with a hissed curse, and clenching of fists. The hate burned savagely and instinctively in his eyes. Closing these gleaming black crystal-like slits, the images of warmth, and calmness, entwining with those of cold steel, and chaotic war silently battered him, and grazed his soul with rusty claws. Another flash of bright blue boomed far away, and with a cool breeze swooped through. Turning his with the direction of the wind, a naked figure wrapped in sheet of silver silk, which was now fluttering, stared enigmatically. No one spoke, but they silently danced to the tunes of the storm. They spoke with actions. Ziarre?s eyes glistened as she continued with her drunken approach, garment she wore barely covering her. His fierce heart of stone was tendering under the soft lashes of her eyes, walking towards her, and grabbing her with his strong arms in a powerful, and passionate hold. She offered no resistance, but was melting under the grasp of his fiery fingers. Looking deeply into these never ending dark spheres of mystery, her shivering hands groped for the mask that concealed his face. Gently removing the richly decorated object, with gasp that set her soul aflame. For a moment his face was shadowed, but it was released into the light, his features were sharp, and handsome, his left cheek had two horizontal scars evidently the result of some battle. She grazed these scars with the tip of her fingers, and as she did he caught her hand, and remained still for an instant. Sinking into each other?s eyes, they were drawn closer, and closer together. Their lips touched, and they kissed. Her silvery scarf was now only held by the strong arms, which were locked around her like steel chains. Caressing him her arms fell around his neck, and her fingers brushed through his hair. They faded into what seemed to be a moment of love, and passion, but the darkness of his soul stirred once more. Suddenly forgotten images of him, and the long lost princess deep in love streamed into his mind, and he was blasted into the realization of his affection for her, followed by the guilt of not protecting as well as he should?ve. He drove the bitterness, and tuned into a rain of painful passion, pouring soft, but extremely intense kisses. Lifting the girl in his arms, while still kissing her, he placed himself on the large dais in front of the crackling fire, as she quivered helplessly in the violent storm. The pain that stabbed at his heart was increasing, as was the guilt. His soul howled, and the girl could feel it, but his eyes were too proud to let out tears, and so hers were gleamed, and silver drops streamed down her cheek, adding yet another marvelous touch to her beauty. The anguish was crushing his soul, and the whirlwind of passion was throwing her off balance. Slowly stopping, silence reigned, and the flames trickled a song of calmness. She remained silent, and looked away, as if in shame. Then she laid her head on his chest, and closed eyes, he slowly, and gently stroked her hair with his hand. His mask was on the floor in front of them grimly shining against the red shades. Asim somehow knew that what happened was simply a spur of the moment, and wouldn?t last. The distortion that had just erupted left him gazing at the scene, still bewildered, but as focused as ever.

A moment of silence passed through, broken by an aching grunt by Cold. Blood spluttered out of his mouth, and splashed on the stone paved ground. Clenching his chest, he fell on his knees. His hands firmly grasped the large maul. The severe beating he had just recieved had caused some serious damage to his lungs, kidney, and heart, although he pushed himself to the very limit to prevent his falling, but his body could not take anymore stress, and so he was collapsing. " How...could this...be?..." Cold spat painfully. " I will not kill you now, recover and we'll have another bout" The masked Phantom murmured, as he retreated to the shadows. The whip in his hand dissapeared in a strange flash. Cold struggled to get up, but just couldn't. As still as a statue, he crouched with his head resting on the pole of his weapon. " Next time...Masked warrior" He murmured. The enigmatic adventurer came out from an alley to a wide street dimly lit by torches, and burning corpses.The man lifted both his arms, and brought them together in a powerful, but muffled clap. The earth slightly tremored, and a thunderous blast of a neigh was heard. Like the crackling of a titanic fire the sound of the approaching steed's hoofs were. It's long blond hair streamed, and flew around it's thick muscular neck. Its tail was like a swirl of bright flames. The faint lights were reflected on the dark hide etching out the lines of heaving muscles in a mesmerizing haze of speed. Lowering his arms, he took one step forward, and launched himself in a high whirling somersault. His cloak was a fluttering cloud twining, and dancing mysteriously around his body. Landing directly on the saddle of the beast, he pulled the reins back, and it violently reared. The scene of the masked rider gliding through the street on his dark steed truly inspired the idea of him being a phantom, or an illusion. The dark blue sky wept tears of flaring crimson, as a twining arc of fire blasted through. It was the trail of Ziarre. The man looked up, and saw that her flight was reckless, and unstable. She crashed down through the roof of some structure hidden behind the buildings. The rider did not reduce his speed, but increased it following the fiery thread across the heavens. The structure, which appeared to be a mansion was now between his sights, and so he hurled himself, and the steed through the main gate, and on to the inside of the mansion through a large entrance . She lay on a crimson velvet covered stairway, twiching, and moaning in extreme anguish. He was now right above her, the head of his horse drooped, and tossed sidways above hers, brushing her face with its golden hair. The man dismounted, and took off his cloak, revealing his strong frame, covered with prestegious black tunic with the number 29 glittering on the left collar like a distant star. The polished blue steel cuirass gleamed in a silver aura. A short black cape streamed down his left shoulder, decorated with silver threads of strange, and forgotten designs. Protecting his legs were greaves, and his forearms armguards all of which appeared to be radiating a strange light. A rare looking silver amulet, adorned with black gems hanged around his neck. He wrapped the girl in the large cloak, although she was suffering, she felt a strange warm feeling as his strong arms caressed her fevered body, and placed her on the steed's back. He did this because there was something inexplicably strange about this girl, it was as if he knew her. Even so if she would try anything agressive against him he would strike her down without hesitation although it was unlikely for her to do such a thing at those moments. Hearing some rumbling sound behind him, he turned, and saw the head of the Hunters, Night, panting from a long run. " Who are you? " He asked violently. " Well look who's here, the laughing stock of the century, the disgrace of his family, the infamous Night of the Hunters... I have no time to waist on you... Be gone! " The Masked Phantom muttered. Without warning he charged, and suddenly black spiral, and greatly disturbing lights gushed out of the black gems of the silver amulet, and shot straight into the man's palms, materializing into large Katanas, drenched in clouds of a dark silver mist. Like a hurricane he struck relentlessly without even giving Night a chance to draw a breath. Slashing, and hacking the flesh through the crushed parries of his foe's now trembling blade, he finally struck the sword aside out of Night's hands, and kicked him in the chest with a mighty leap. The attack smashed his enemy against the marble wall, and his blades returned to the gems of the amulet. Night could still see his enemy through the red haze of blood, and rage that blinded him. The number on the tunic's left collar then glittered once again, but in a stronger radiance. Night noticed this, and rememberd an ancient tale of a mighty human warrior, which bore this sign. An ancient terror that his forefathers spoke of with fear. Gasping for air he let out these words " The...ancient...knight..." " Yes, I have returned" He chuckled, and then turned back to his steed. Ziarre observed drunkenly, her dark eyes burning in a haze of confusion. The steed reared once again, and then sped out like the wind. Galloping over the ruins of stone, and steel. After an uncertain amount of time Ziarre woke up naked in a bed of silver silk sheets near a crackling flame lashing gently out of an old, and dusty fireplace. Her wounds were treated, and her clothes were spread over an oak table. The crimson stains on them were now dry. Then a strong voice seethed into her mind, and she slighty pulled the sheets about her. " You're almost fully recovered...Impressive " He said. She turned her head to the source of the voice, and saw a brooding shadowy figure sitting on a large dais, on which rich decorations of rare stones, and gold glimmered in the darkness. " Why did you help me? " She asked, but not agressively. " I myself do not know the answer, but if I see anything that will prove my actions wrong, then you'll taste the bitter sweetness of my blade" He said calmly. " Were are we? " She asked. " In one of my lost family's still survivng, but haunted estates " He murmured, as some of the silver shapes engraved on his mask gleamed against the fire. " What? Who are? I could not find anything about you... " She asked. " You seem to have an interest in my story, well I feel that you deserve to hear it. It's quite amusing to find that some books have forgotten my existance..." He lightly chuckled, and then started to tell of his dark history. There was a certain understanding between these two, even a little unspoken attraction. She felt an unfamiliar feeling under the gaze of his eyes, and liked it. In a strange way she also liked the fact that she could not use her destructive power when with him. O.O.C: You can use the info I gave you, for my character's telling of his story in your post if you like.

Here's goes: [B]Name:[/B] Sir Asim The 29th. [B]Call Sign:[/B] The Dreaming Peacock, called Dreamer for short. [B]Age:[/B] 29. [B]Gender:[/B] Male. [B]Appearance:[/B] [img]http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery/20041226N/warofgenesis/asellas.jpg[/img] He is about 6ft5 in height, has a well-toned body, and is in top athletic form, and ability. His eyes are dreamy, and pitch black; they have a mysterious, enchanting charm over women. He also wears black leather gloves, and sometimes black shades. His skin was tanned by the desert sun, and his hair is originally darker, but it was bleached by the salt water of the seas, and oceans where he meditates under the crashing waves. [img]http://www.motorcyclistonline.com/firstrides/122_0401_montauk06_z.jpg[/img] [img]http://www.motorcyclistonline.com/firstrides/122_0401_montauk07_z.jpg[/img] He also has a motorcycle (Above), in which he uses most of the time. It can go at 300 MPH, and it runs on a small non-radiant energy fusion core that lasts for at least a couple of hundred years, protected by an impenetrable two layered Titanium shield. He is perhaps the only human that can handle it, and use it properly. [B]Personality:[/B] A bit Playful at times, but always honorable, and valorous. Relaxed, speaks his mind, and seriously dislikes hypocrites. In a battle he strikes like the wildest of beasts, but with the strategy of a wise sage. He has a balanced personality. He can be prestigious, and formal, or simply practical when it is needed. Sometimes he can be cruel, and cold-blooded, but always for a good reason. Can sweep women off their feet with a glance, whether they were human or Reploids, and can be considered to be somewhat of a playboy. He is a proud man, a and worthy warrior, but can be seen as a bit distant, and arrogant hence the call sign Dreaming Peacock, although he really isn't. [B]Bio:[/B] He is the 29th son of the 30th generation of an ancient war clan that has participated in both the Maverick, and Protogen wars. Since the beginning they opposed the work of Dr. William Light, but the world turned a def ear to their calls, and so they based themselves in a secluded area far from Novus Concordia, and started to train their sons in battle from the moment they?re born. Stretching their abilities to the limits of human endurance, they taught them to use the full extent of human stamina, strength, and speed. They did this because they knew that the invention of the Reploids would eventually lead to war, and mayhem. Finally war broke out, but the clan did not join forces, with the army nor the Hunters, instead they fought on their own, and defended what was theirs. The training they had endured proved to be unefficient for their strength did not match that of the Mavericks, and so they were almost wiped out, suffering from many life losses during the battles, and far from the global lights. When Peace reigned they continued with even tougher, and more difficult training to increase their strength, but they failed again. When the second war was unleashed they were not ready, and they did not really care about the hunters, so they did not participate, but observed, and studied the weak points of the enemy. After that war was over they stayed in the darkness, and continued to develop ways for what was left of their warriors to be able to fight against Reploids, they tried every method of training possible with each generation that came to life, but some plague or disease struck them, and greatly reduced their numbers. It also took the life of their finest scientist, and set back their research. The clan gathered what they found of the scientist's papers, completed the research, and learned to harness much of the hidden potential in the human mind, in the form of extreme concentration, and newly developed or discovered reflexes of the neurvous system.They came to the conclusion that the human mind is the greatest of all weapons against the Reploids, since it was its ideas in the first place that engineered the Reploids. The result was learning how to use the human body, and mind in every way, and with perfect harmony in battle. This enabled their warriors to see through any flaw that the enemy makes, and take full advantage of it. It greatly improved the functions of the neurvous system, enhancing their reflexes, and giving them acrobatic abilities, in addition to enhanced speed. They can now react with the most chaotic of battlefields, see through every detail they whish to focus on in it, and inexplicably feel their way to the right moves that they should make instantaneously. Also due to their techniques their average life spans were slightly increased without the use of machines. Now the X-virus, which affects Reploids, and causes them to attack humans, is spreading, so seeing that this would be an appropriate time to use their powers, and interfere, the clan sent one of their most praised warriors to take action, a certain Sir Asim, that has even surpassed his fellow clansmen, and is more than a match to any Reploid in strategy, and technique. He even devised his own weapons. The clan trained him in various forms, for example his training grounds were the merciless deserts, and his meditation areas the raging seas where he spent very long periods under the wildest of tsunamis, due to these, and other forms of exceptionally hard training, in which he endured, his senses, reflexes, and concentration were greatly sharpened, and polished. He was also educated in the ways of most of the world's civilizations, and languages. Although his physical strength cannot match that of a Reploid, he can enter states of extreme concentration, that increase the efficiency of any chosen sense of his five senses to an extreme limit. He studied Reploid structures, and knew them inside out, he also studied the general psychology of a Reploid, it's behavior patterns, and the complex A.I system that was used in their production. The secret areas that were used in his mind also enabled him to be in touch with magnetic fields wherever they're found. It also enables him to use a very complex, but instantaneous technique he developed to interpret the movement of the electrical pulses of the brain, whether it's synthetic or biotic into movements or thoughts. This gives him extreme tactical adavantage, and makes him always one step ahead of the enemy. His ability his forefathers had, but used it in a more primitive, and instinct based manner without even knowing of it. Sometimes he feels that he can control these magnetic fiels, but he is still exploring, and studying this possibility. He's revised every ancient battle plan, and record available in the vast library in the castle he lived in to inspire his style of tactical battle. Although the existence of the clan was forgotten by the world, they were always up to date with everything, from news to weaponry, and technology. They had established mansions in secret areas of the world, where their spies lurk, and collect information. He was given the task of roaming the earth for an entire year as the final course of his training, fighting a massive number of targeted battles against exceptionally powrful infected Reploids to gain more battle experience, and he also investigated the origin of the new virus, but only found a few weak leads. Then he went to Novus Concordia, and offered his services to the government, but did not mention his clan. They welcomed him, and because of his unique mind abilities, and immunity to the X-virus because of him being a human they enlisted him as a member in the elite group of fighters called the X-hunters. He was the first of his clan to ever fight along the side of a Reploid. The clan's true purpose of sending him was to end the current threat while supervising the actions of the X-hunters, in case they get infected then Novus Concordia, and what was left of the human race would not stand a chance of surviving. If Sir Asim sees that the group are on the brinks of getting infected,or failing he would destroy them with the source of the virus even if it means the loss of his life in the process. [B]Affiliation:[/B] X-Hunters, but he could suddenly leave, and work on his own. [B]Weapons:[/B] [B][I][U]Primary Weapon:[/U][/I][/B] [B]Hyper Velocity Gun:[/B] A four-barreled revolver like blaster, each barrel is 15inches long, and all together the four muzzles form the shape of a square. It uses magnetic fields to fire highly concentrated blasts of pure energy, very accurate, and extremely powerful. Even with its large size Sir Asim is quite a stylish, and lethal trick shot, and quick draw when using it. He keeps it in a decorated holster strapped on his left thigh. [B][I][U]Secondary weapon:[/U][/I][/B] [B]White Nova :[/B] It is a retractable saber of pure energy with a long black polished hilt, and a white blade of extreme intensity, and radiating heat. It also has a black extension hilt, which greatly elongates the blade, and charges it with more radiating energy.A branching shape much similar to a bolt of lightning is etched on the first hilt in gleaming white, and it is complemented on the second hilt in the same colour. The original hilt is kept in a holster strapped to his right thigh, and the extension hilt is hidden in shoulder holster under his coat. He is quite a remarkable fencer with this weapon. [U][I][B]Well that's it, I've finally finished editing the character, so let me know what you think[/B][/I][/U]

Weapons blazed, and ancient curses were spat as the two warriors clashed like rouge comets. Scythe, and maul blasted into each other in a twister of flashing blades, and crashing boulders of ice. The masked phantom attacked with a vicious series of murderous sweeps that thrust his enemy backwards, and pushed him on his back. A short, and sharp grunt was heard as the curved blade fell down like a blood mad hawk?s beak, aiming at fallen one?s head, but Cold managed to roll away with his life, and a bleeding scar in the face. He sprang up, and rushed his way to the enigmatic warrior, which stood as still as a statue, weapon drooping in his gloved fists. Just when the maul wielding assaulter reached attacking distance, a burst of light flashed in The Masked Phantom?s fist, and the scythe vanished into thin air. Avoiding a massive crushing circular sweep from the large weapon with a shifting movement executed with the smoothness, and swiftness of the winds. The cloaked risk taker then launched an array of severe punches, which crushed his now off balanced enemy. His arms moved back, and forth and fell, and rose in a tsunami of muscles, blood, shattered bones, and steel like knuckles. Relentlessly attacking every defenseless area his eyes caught, he left his enemy bruised, bleeding, and broken. A final thunderbolt of an upper cut flung Cold in the air, twisting, and turning before falling on the dusty ground. His face was cut, bruised, and dyed crimson with his own blood. ? A poor example of a warrior, you have managed to do nothing, but waste my time?? The Masked Phantom muttered, as he turned away, the ends of his long cloak floating on the passing wind. ? No?No, you damn bastard! This is not over yet! ? ? Cold bellowed, as he spat mouthfuls of blood, and curses, and stood in an offensive stance preparing to attack. ? You wish to die then? Very well I can respect a warrior?s final wish? ? The other murmured as he came to a halt, his back still to his enemy. Cold?s eyes dilated with fury, and rage because the other considered him to be almost nothing, and turned his back on him in the heat of battle. The insult was too much to bear. ? Don?t turn your back on me!? He roared, as he charged insanely. ? Hmm? ? The masked Phantom uttered enigmatically, with an invisible smile on his masked face. There was a strange aura being generated around his left arm. Suddenly something flashed, and surged like lightning from the palm of his hand, and a long spiked steel tentacle of a whip in the cloaked warrior?s left arm flailed, and turned like the head of a cobra. With a sharp turn of muscle, and quick twist of the hand the whip snapped, and snatched the maul from its wielder?s fists. Astonished, and bewildered with surprise, Cold involuntarily stood still in that instant, and watched what happened with his dazed sight. The gigantic weapon was carried through the air in a circular to return in a smashing bash to Cold?s head. Blood spluttered through the air, and the sound cracking bones crackled in the atmosphere. Falling once again on his face his weapon next to him, he shivered, and twitched with pain, and shock. The impact caused half of his face to be frozen because of the maul?s icy abilities. The whip moved restlessly in search of blood, but it was drawn back to the warrior?s fist with a quick heave of the arm. He observed his fallen enemy, and then just as he was about to turn away once more, the other rose, and faced him again. A lesser man would have been killed under such a ruthless beating, but this one managed to survive. ? I will? not surrender? not yet?? He uttered. ? Well, I must say I?m impressed such mindless determination, even if so reckless, and foolish should be recognized? The other hissed, with a poisonous tone of intrigue. Catching a glimpse of the engravings on the maul, he recognized from some incident in the distant past. ? What have we here? The Winter Maul, a weapon far too evolved for your clumsy style? you insult your ancestors by using it in such a primitive manner?unless of course you scavenged it off the ancient tombs, and claimed it as your own? ? ? You know of the secrets of this weapon? But those have been forgotten for centuries?? Cold responded. Many questions twirled, and crept up his soul. He angrily stared at the masked warrior, as he lifted his fallen weapon. Then there was silence, a calm before a storm of steel, and blood. O.O.C: Sorry if I went a little too far with the beating?

Coming to a sudden halt, the dark man looked about, and saw nothing, but a pile of ash being swept away by the wind. He was now certain that Ziarre was present, and so his eyes searched for her. Then he caught a glimpse of two dim figures on a roof top. Squniting at them, he released a muffled chuckle, as a faint gust of wind moved the hood back from his head. A black mask adorned with silver engravings covered his face, except for the eyes, and those glared with mystery, and charm. His hair glistened in an enchanting manner against the crimson lights of fire, and under the gentle touch of the moon's silver aura. Stretching out his left arm infront of him, the wide sleeve of the cloak was pulled back revealing a strange black piece of armor protecting his forearm. There was a strange symbol etched on it, which started to gleam in a pulsing light. Then the gleam seethed out, and twirled around the man's arm, as if dancing to some unsung tune. It spread over his fist, then leaped into his palm materializing into a strange long staff of some sort. The staff of light was growing a large curved blade, and the flashing pulses were becoming stronger, until there was one final blaze of darkness, after that there seemed to be a large war scythe in the man's stretched hand. The weapon appeared to be of some ancient origin, for the designs, and writings on were sure to be impossible for a modern man to read. There was a strange ringing sound that the glistening blade sounded in a resonating echo. He took two steps forward, and with a mighty whirl he hurled the singing reaper at the figures on the roof top. The twirling silver blade barely missed them, and then the weapon dissappeared into thin air, and reappeared in the man's fist. One of the demons flew up, and came hurtling down in anger, and surprise, the other approached in a more stealthy manner . " What have we here? " He whispered. " Are you another of Cold's idiotic assassins? I'm sure that you are no hunter, for i would have remembered you... " The fiery Ziarre asked with a sarcastic tone, as she landed. " If you really want to know who I am you can just look me up in the history books, but for now just call me The Masked Phantom... " He muttered, as he slowly walked towards her dragging the blade behind him. She wanted to burn him, but he came closer, and looked straight into her eyes. He smiled finding them to be as dark as his. For some reason she could not use her power, she felt that she was intoxicated with his enigmatic charm. " Eyes as dark as mine, this is something I never expected to see " He murmured, as his gloved sleder fingers established a gentle, yet firm grasp on her neck. " Ziarre ! What are you doing? " The other demon angrily cried from a close distance, but her words were ignored. " Who are you? " Ziarre softly asked. The man pulled her close to him, and whispered. " The worst of all of your nightmares...A dark desire burning within you " He then started to tighten his grip, she felt a bitter sweet mixture of pain, and strange pleasure. Lifting her quivering body with one arm, he then casually flung her away, rolling violently into a pile of scorched ruins. A cloud of dust rose, and fell. "So this is Ziarre... " He chuckled. The other charged at the man, but was almost rended by a gleaming arch formed by his swinging blade. He continued with another swing just as lethal, and quick. This the demon escaped the silver slashes, but with tiring difficulty. She had not seen such strength, and technique exhibited by a human before. Standing at a safe distance from him, she felt something trickeling down her throat, feeling the area with her fingers she found that there were drops of blood seething down her neck, then sharp pain was felt. Evidently she wasd not able completely evade the man's swings at her. The fallen Ziarre was slowly rising, she too was taken by surprise. Her control over her powers seemed to fade away when she is near this fellow, no one had been able to confuse her senses like this before, not even her new master Boru. " This should be amusing... " The man muttered with his strong, but muffled voice, as he gripped the helve of the scythe, and held it beside him in an ancient stance of war forgotten by time.

O.O.C: Ask S.C if you are wondering how, and why I'm posting... On the top of Karmai Hill, which towered over the neighboring lands, a cloaked man on a magnificent beast of a horse observed silently. The steed?s drooping head slowly swayed left, and right. It?s long blonde hair moved in graceful waves. The man?s black eyes burned in the darkness like quasars. In the horizon, fires blazed, and the night was not so calm. War cries echoed mingling with shrieks of death. A moment later a titanic figure of flames sprang from midst of the chaos, and lashed with an infernal strike. Sounding a muffled grunt of admiration, and sarcasm as the golden light of carnage was reflected upon the man?s masked face. ? Scum killing scum?? He hissed. His gloved hands then slightly pulled on the creaking leather reins, and the dark horse reared in a glorious neigh. The steed then began to slowly pace down the dark hill. The shadows covered its glistening lines of toned muscle, and concealed the man?s already hood shaded face. Through the forest the cries died out, and it was somewhat quieter for the battle seemed to have ended. One hand hanging free at his side, he was ready to draw a blade in the blink of an eye. Be it hunter, or demon he would strike both down. His old hate still festered within, and rose to glisten in the dark flames of his shifty eyes. In the dusky distance gray shadows played, and twirled. Asim somehow knew that these were of fleeing hunters, but for some devious, yet honorable reason he did not charge, instead he approached slowly, and watched from a closer distance. He could hear them talk, but the words were vague, and distorted. A strange smile was incarnated in his eyes, before he took the steed from its reins, and reeled back. The beast strode like the wind through dark woods. Asim was not interested in fighting the hunters at the moment for they have proved to be a bit weak for his taste, and he had a burning urge to confront the demonic hordes with their new found powers. Reaching the burning ruins of the city, he continued exploring the area on the beast he rode. He sensed that there was some evil on to his presence, and he felt it approaching. Was it the girl with the burning soul, Ziarre? in which he had been hearing of, or the servant of demons, Cold? He was ready to face either, or both, and so he dismounted his steed, and walked calmly towards the direction of the disturbance, his cloak fluttering in the winds, and hood shadowing his masked face. The black stallion vanished out of sight. (Anyone is more than welcome to challenge me in battle)

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A dark grin was drawn on his face as the group moved away. He then glared at his fists, and then clenched them. ? It?s almost time?? He whispered. He then flipped out his cell phone, and dialed a familiar number. ? Asim here? ? He said. ? What is your position? ? Black Sun asked. ? Washington D.C about two hours away from HQ ? Asim murmured, with a chuckle. ? Very good, very good indeed, but where the others? ? The other asked. ? They went to look for an apartment, and I?m supposed to get some money? ? He murmured. ? Good, do you want us to send in reinforcements? ? The deep voiced man asked. ? No, not now. It?ll be better if we got them to stay in one place, make them feel safe, and then strike them with a surprise...? Asim explained. ?Anyway what makes you think that I need backup to take care of the targets? ? Asim requested sarcastically. ? I don?t, but I?m afraid that you might get carried away, and kill a few of them. We do need them alive you know?? Black Sun laughed. ? By the way why is this doctor taking the offensive on them, isn?t he supposed to be helping them out? ? Asim asked. ? Well, that was not him ? Black Sun. ? What? ? Asim roared. ? That was a decoy just to drive them out of the city, and preventing them from making contact with the real Doctor? ? Black sun murmured. ? Why wasn?t I informed? And if those weren?t his troops then who the hell were they? ? Asim muttered. ? You weren?t informed, because it was on a need to know basis, and we needed you to keep it realistic ? The other said. ?Is this all there is to it? Are you telling me the truth?? Asim questioned viciously as suspicious thoughts ran through his brain. ?Yes, well if you want to get some money go to the newspaper shack located three blocks north of you, and tell him: The Sun will rise once more? Black sun said. ? He?ll understand? Ending transmission ? The man continued. ? No wait! ? Asim said, but the other had been already shut. ? Damn it? ? He muttered, and tried to call Black Sun again, but no one answered. He shut the phone, and placed in a pocket in his coat. Wondering why his so called comrade had been hiding this information regarding the decoy, and being sure that the reason given to him was a feeble one. The thoughts of betrayal, and lying disgusted him, and he really started to wonder to what ends might his agency go to attain their goals, they already had sent some of their squadrons to the slaughter, and what bothered him even more was that he was the butcher, no he was used in a more vile way, he was the butcher?s knife, a tool, a pawn, and a puppet in the hands of the organization. He cursed in fury, and then it occurred to him that even the information regarding the death of his master could have been easily manipulated, for he sensed that Black Sun was driving him away from the doctor, and not just the group. He clenched his fists in anger, but then shook his head, and decided to keep his suspicions hidden until it was the right moment. Moving on to the designated newspaper shack, he spoke the right words, and the guy behind the stand gave him a thousand dollars, but Asim returned most of it, and kept only three hundred, not to rattle any unnecessary attention. After that he went back to search for the group, and found them entering a certain building. As he walked towards them he somehow sensed that the real Doctor was somewhere near. He felt that he was isolated in his sphere of thoughts, but then he shook his head once more, and followed them in. Heading for Atlanta, to give her the money, he still was somewhat distorted.

Yes, that's him...

Stepping out of the van Asim cracked his neck, and knuckles. Everyone was in a state of distortion, but he remained cool. He glanced the hovering choppers as they moved. Sounding an enigmatic chuckle, as usual he flipped his cell phone open once again, and moved to the back of the van. He dialed a certain number, and awaited an answer. " The good Doctor is here... " He carelessly muttered. " It appears that he brought some company, it should be interesting " He grinned, as he cracked his left fist by simply clenching it. " I trust that you'll take care of this issue in a proffesional manner? " Black Sun sarcasticily required. " Certainly, but why not take down two birds with one stone? " He asked. " I see what you mean I have your location on screen, do I send out orders for a raiding team? " The deep voiced man asked. " Not now it's too risky, I think I can handle this own my own for the time being... " Asim murmured. " Good then...ending transmission" Black sun said. Asim then moved to the front of the van, and saw that the students were trying to fight back. He smiled, and calmly wallked into the middle of the lot. " This is pointless... " He murmured, and then he casually sent a blast of lightning bolts out of his palm. The electrical volts took the shape of dragons, as they travelled through the air, and struck down three helicopters, but there were more coming from a far. " How did you do that? " Hunter asked. " Later.." He murmured, as he put on his shades. " We should worry about them for the time being... " He said, as he pointed to the rope descending soldiers in the distance. " Well isn't that nice of the doctor a welcoming party... " He laughed out. The others found Asim's utter calmness disturbing, and strange. " I'd say that there are about fifty of them... " Huh, I've faced tougher odds before " He roared. He then charged into the corn field with all of his speed. Larger and more powerful surges of electricity were bursting out of his body as he gained velocity. He trailed his path with burning lines, and waves of rustling plants. Upon reaching the soldiers, a very large, and bright bolt of lightning in the shape of a two headed dragon whirled about violently, and struck down the choppers. It then entered Asim, and charged him with energy. His eyes radiated with raging sparks of electricity, and so did the tips of his hair, and long eyebrows. In fact their colour turned into a sparkling blue, and his shades vaporized. " Come fools, show what you're made of... " He thundered. With these words soldiers poured in on him like a tidal wave. He fought with all of his wild spirit, and struck fear in the rows of his enemies. Wrecking havoc, he let them come within the range of his fists, and legs. They were being flung outward like sand in the gusty wind. Left and right he punched, and kicked with the most offensive, and brutal of techniques. Until none were left standing, except for him, and a dizzy beaten up soldier. He charged at him, and attacked with a flying uppercut, which sent the soldier far above the ground, he then jumped after him, and hurled him down with a downward whirl kick. Asim landed in a crouching position with a dark grin on his face. He looked at the mangled, and broken bodies with great joy, but he was a bit dissapointed because the doctor wasn't there for him to kill. Still he smiled, and admired the scene. The others watched from a far, and then they slowly started to move in.

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He had calmed himself down, but still his senses were as sharp as ever in search for a clue that will lead him to the Doctor. He was not intrested in what was going on, so he got up, and stepped out of the classroom, he did not know wether anyone had noticed his absence or not, and he didn’t really care. Walking in the crowded hallways, he glared straight through the staring eyes that watched him in the most frightening manner, and payed no attention to the idle whispers that glided to his ears, for his mind was preoccupied with more imortant issues. After a short stroll he went back to the classroom, and sat down. He did not know what to do; he just sat there, and watched everyone pass by. Soon it all fell into a pattern, and it seemed like everything was rewinding itself all the time He shook his head, and stared out the window into the cloudy silver skies. He enjoyed such weather, and found peace in it. Soon the scene of the grey clouds took him back in time in a flash back. [I]He stood in the rain clenching his wounded arm. His face was dyed red with blood, and his eye twiched with pain, as he gazed at the bodies that were lying twisted, broken and smugged with mud on the wet earth. [/I] [I]Ripping off his wet, and bloody shirt, he wore nothing now except for a pair of baggy dark grey jeans, and black army boots. His vains pumped violently, and his muscles throbbed with fury.[/I] [I]" Is that all you've got ? " The boy muttered viciously. [/I] [I]" Mishimusuka has done quite a good job training you... " A man dressed in a black cloak murmured. [/I] [I]"You are indeed a true warrior...Show me your true face, show me the beast within you" The man roared. [/I] [I]The tattoo on Asim's bair back was dark, and colorless, but it was starting to radiate a blue gleam, as thunder struck at irregular intervals. [/I] [I]He was the only one left standing except for young Asim. After uttering these words he shifted himself into an ancient fighting stance, he stood tall, and upright. His right arm was folded behind his back and his left arm pointed at his opponent. Asim immeadiatly recognized the style that the other man was using, and he in turn took his own fighting stance in use. They stood like statues under the pouring rain waiting for the right moment to lanch their assault. [/I] [I]Then they charged at eachother. Mud was spluttering sideways upon the impact of their balanced, and fast steps. After only a few moment, which seemed like a life time they clashed in battle like bloodthirsty tigers. A gigantic bolt of thunder then came crashing down. It blasted with a blinding flash right in the middle of the warriors. [/I] "... Asim... " He heard a female voice calling. It was Atlanta. " What ? " He responded quietly. " Why don't you get something to eat ? " She suggested. "Thanks maybe I wil " He said.

He watched the outgoing events in the calssroom with intrest, but still he remained silent. looking at Atlanta again, and smiled upon remembering his glance towards her, so he got up, and sat near her. "Hi... " He said with a grin. "Hey" She smiled. "So you're Pyrokinetic, have you completly mastered it yet? " He asked. " No I'm still working on it, but I'm getting better... " She said. " Try to trigger it with more suttle emotions, and not anger to gain an advantage in taming it, or else it'll be 'Carrie' all over again " He advised. " Thanks I'll do that " She chuckled. " Ok, I'm a little behind in last week's history classes, so can you just point out the subjects for upcoming test? " He asked. " Sure... " She said with a smile. " Ok, just let me get my book from over there " He said, as he moved to his desk. As he opened his bag he looked at his rough fists that were molded for fighting, and remembered his training. His mind then returned to it's darker thoughts, his mission, his orders. All these thoughts stirred in his soul. He shook his head slowly, trying to focus, and then his cell phone started to ring again. Almost everyone looked towards Asim, with a little bit of surprise. " What?" He calmly said, with a slight smile. " May I be excused for a moment? " He asked Mr.Freeman. Mr.Freeman nodded his in approval, and Asim walked out of the classroom. Leaning against a wall he opened he flipped his phone open. " Has any further information been collected? " The voice asked. " No nothing that the files did not have " He answered. " Very well, but be catious we have some rumors about a certain doctor coming to the school to check on the gifted students. We believe that he has aquired information of our deployment of you in the school, and our plans of capturing the students " The voice explained. " Why not terminate him? " Asim asked. " He has dissappeared a week ago, and we have no idea of his location " The voice continued. " Isn't that just a little bit too much for a civilian? To evade our spies? " He said. " He was one of ours... " The voice said. " I see " Asim responded. " He knows that there is an agent in the ranks, but what he doesn't know is your name, so upon contact we require that you deal with the situation " The voice said. " I understand " Asim murumred. " But do not draw any unwanted attention, and remember once he arrives it will only be a matter of time until your cover is blown, so act swiftly " The voice said. " I will, but make sure that your idiots back there do not make any more mistakes like forgetting to deal with their own damn it! I don't like cleaning up other peoples crap... " Asim exclaimed quietly. " Very well, but just remember who you're talking to, and be careful with that tounge of yours or you'll have lying next to your rotting carcass in some dump in the middle of nowhere " The voice said in a very suttle, and calm tone. " Don't you dare threaten me, and you just remember that I kicked you're asses when I was only thirteen, halfway through my training, and with no powers, so imagine what I would do to you now!... " Asim muttered. " Gentlemen, gentlemen! " A new deeper voice had entered the conversation. " Black sun? " Asim required. " Yes, now please leave this line agent 15, and if you ever threaten anyone without our approval trust that you will be found in a bag at the bootom of the Mediteranian, understood?" The deep voice of the one called Black Sun said. " Yes sir, hey what is this? Argh!... " The voice of Agent 15 then faded into nothingness, and a sound of dragging, and beating was heard. After that the line was cut off. " Mindless fool, he shouldn't have done that, but you too shouldn't have lost your temper like that Asim... " Black sun said. " I know I apologize sir , but his carelessness was deeply diturbing, how did that doctor get away in the first place ? " Asim asked. " Like the man said , he was one of ours, but what he had failed to say was that he was one of our best, he escaped us a year before we found you " Black sun acclaimed. " I see, so he doesn't know what I look like or what my name is correct? " Asim continued. " That may not be very true, he is suspected to be involved in the death of Grand Master Mishimusuka, so he may have caught a glimpse of you before, or perhaps heard your name "The deep voice said. " What ? " Asim exclaimed, as his eyes dialated, and sparked with anger. " Why wasn't I informed earlier? Why wasn't he dealt with earlier? " He asked. " I'm sorry, but we only spotted him two weeks ago, and then he vanished. We didn't tell because we thought that it may effect your concentration" Black Sun explained. " I understand, if he surfaces be sure that I will personally dispose of him " Asim said, after he drew a deep breath. " Good, now return to your mission. Remember stay focussed... " Black Sun said. " Don't worry about that, but I'll need a name" He said " Doctor Yuri Goivorich " The deep voice said. " Consider him dealt with. Ending transmission... " Asim said, as he closed his phone, and placed it back in his pocket. Black Sun was considered to be the top commander in Asim's orginazation, and he personally trained Asim. The young man trusted him. Trying to regain his stability, he camed himself down, and walked back into the calssroom, but his sparking anger, in which he tried to conceal was almost showing to the examining eye. His mind, and heart were now focussed on vengeance, and he secluded himself in these emotions, but tried to keep contact with his surroundings. Slowly he converted the anger, and hate into motive, and empowerment for him to use as energy to carry out the mission. " What was it? " Atlanta asked him as he sat on his desk. " Nothing " He responded calmly. He then stared into space forgetting about his surroundings, and focussing only on his burning rage, which roared within. Now he had to wait, and see when this Doctor Yuri will arrive, so that then like a crouching panther he would leap, and deal his death strike.

His eyes scanned those surrounding him. He was studying their movement, their way of speech. The one called Hunter was somewhat of a tough one, she caught his attention with her firey attitude. " ...They can decide for themselves." She murmured before leaving the room. Asim smiled enigmatically, and then focussed on the others. "Something funny Mr.Asim " The principal muttered, in a desperate attempt to regain his image as a figure of authority. " No... not really " Asim calmly responded, as he took off his shades. His pitch black eyes pierced through atmosphere. Their glare froze the principal with fear. Then small sparks of electricity flashed from them. His face still maintained the cool, and dark smile that mocked the principal. " Well do you accept this new arrangement?..." The principal continued. " Yes, I accept " He said in a very cool tone. " You are excused now, you may go to the designated classroom " The principal said, as he took out a handkerchef, and wiped the seeping drops of sweat off his forehead. Asim turned around, and made his way through the room. He opened the door, and then stood there giving his back to the rest of the room. Taking a look over his shoulder, he released a short chuckle, and then continued on his way. Walking in the empty hallway he could only the sound of his boots tapping on the floor, and the distant voices of the others that were still in the Principal's office. Then he felt a vibration in the inner pocket of his coat, and then intervals of continous ringing was heard. He quickly, yet calmly reached for the source of the noise. It was his cell phone, he then flipped it open, and quietly spoke. " Have you reached rendevouz point? " A voice asked. " Yes, given objective complete awaiting further orders" Asim said. " There are none for the time being. Just attend the classroom, and explore the charectristics of the others. Gather information, and we will contact you later" The voice said. " Very well " Asim whispered, and then closed the phone. After placing it back in his pocket, he slowly paced his way to his locker to get his bag, and then to the classroom. He did not like being ordered around much, but there was something strange that drew him to move on with his mission. Upon openening the door he found Hunter sitting on her desk. Her fingers tapped on the polished wood. "Hello..." She said. "Hi..." Asim responded. He quietly proceeded to one of the desks, and sat placing his bag next to him. Leaning back, he cracked his knuckles, and drowned in his thoughts.

A tall dark figure stood silently in a shadowy corner. He wore a pair of small headphones that were invisible to others. The sound of the guitar of Limp Bizkit's MI2 song that came from the headphones mingled with the silence, in which he was engullfed in. Then this figure came out into the light. It was a mysterious young man named Asim. The blaze of the sun was reflected on the black lenses of his shades, as he took notice of a passing chearleader with a very slick grin. She smiled back, and slowly walked away, but not before she slipped him her number on a small piece of paper. He then slowly walked away, his paces balanced, and graceful like those of a panther. At the end of that hallway was a door leading to the outside garden. Upon opening it, he felt cold, and refreshing morning breeze sweeping through his soul. His long black coat fluttered as his fingers brushed through his hair. A long stone stairaway was now before him, it lead to a very large garden surrounded by small stone paved paths. This garden served as a courtyard for the school. He chuckled as he saw the students laughing, talking, and fooling around. After a few seconds he slid down the rails, and after performing a high spinning back flip when reaching the end of the rails he landed elegantly, and then continued his walk. He did not give any attention to the admiring eyes that watched him as he strode. Then the music he was listening to was enterupted by a squeak, and shortly after it completely stopped. " Yes..." He murmured, as he placed his index finger on one of the headphones to adjust the frequency, and then he dissappeared to a more quiet, and secluded area. " You are now to innitiate contact with the indicated targets " A voice spoke to him. " How?, and When? " He asked. " At the principal's office, we arranged it so that your name is associated with theirs in a certain issue, which will come to your knowledge as soon as you get there" The voice explained. " Understood " Asim whispered. " Good, now dispose of your communications gear, and keep only the cell phone, you must not arouse any unneccesary suspiciouns " The voice said. " Very well " Asim responded. " Ending transmission... " He continued. Then he passed an electrical current through the wires of the head phones, which of course fried them. As he moved on he threw the smoky devices away in a near garbage can. After that he headed to the principal's office. A few minutes later he was in the main building, and as he walked to the designated point, he heard his name being called on the PA system. A dark smile was drawn on his scarred face, as he entered the principal?s office.

I was wondering if I can be one of the kids, but instead of running away from the goverment I'll be working with them. Here goes: Name:Asim (Last name unknown) Age: 17. Sex: Male. Appearance: Tall about 6 ft 7 in height, he has an athletic, and muscular built. He has brownish hair, black eyes, and also a diagonal scar on his face. He wears a pair of slightly baggy black jeans, with a black circular buckled leather belt, and dark brown steel toe boots. He also wears a black T-shirt with a long black coat over it. Sometimes he wears black leather gloves, or black fist guards. He has a pair of black shades, in which he carries most of the time. Personality: Calm, playful, honorable, dark, and charming with ladies. He is a wise young man that controls his temper yet sometimes uses his anger as a weapon. Although he is considered to be evil, he still has some good left in him. Cool, and smooth, he can easily slip unoticed, or make a big appearance. History: He doesn't remember much about his family. He was found as a baby in a forest by a Karate instructor that took him in as his own. Training took a big part of his life since his early years. When he was thirteen on a rainy night his master mysteriously died. A few months after that a group of goverment agents came, and talked to him. They said that his master was involved in the investigation of a group of supernatural humans that could pause a threat to humanity, and these were somehow in on his death, they also proposed that he was involved in the plot. It was then when he discovered his powers of Electrokenesis, when he was about to be taken by force by these men. After reciving, and giving a brutal beating, they offered him a chance to join them, and learn more about his kind by capturing them, and perhaps studying them. His dark side surfaced at this moment, and he found it to be an intresting offer, so he accepted. For two years he was placed under observation, and was given intensive and advanced training in martial arts, plus other fields which were required. He also learned to control his power, and use it. For two years since then, he worked undecover in a certain school. Until the comet passed, and the others surfaced. He also found that after the passing of the comet his powers grew stronger, and his spirit was keen on facing the others of his kind. There is a large tattoo of a blue lightning bolt on his back, in which he had since he could remember. Power: Electrokenesis: Discharges electricity generated by his mind in the form of bolts, shockwaves , barriers , and other various forms. With this ability he can also charge his cells with electrical energy, which gives him suprnatural physical strength, stamina, speed , and fast healing. Power Holder: A large tattoo of a blue lightning bolt on his back. Tell if there is anything in need of editing...

Staring into the blue sky, his thoughts were scrambled, and distorted. Why should he fight? Whom should he fight? These are questions that tore his soul a sunder. He could not hear, or see his supposedly fellow comrades. His mind was shrouded with confusion. Then little by little a vision was forming before his eyes. He could Vaguely make out what it was. Closing his eyes the scene became clearer. It projected his homeland, Baghdad being torched down to the ground. Children wept, and widows cried tears of blood over the mangled corpses of their husbands. What was this nightmare? He thought to himself. Then misty figures became visible. They were the ones that caused all the destruction. Watching them as they killed, and wrecked it soon became clear to him that they were his enemies, soldiers of the Phoenix alliance. His teeth clenched, and his rage rustled deep within his soul. " No..." He roared as he opened his eyes. " No, oh God please no... "He said, as he fell on his knees. Panting with anger, and hate his eyes blazed with thunder, and his fists gleamed with blue sparks. " We must stop them, and we must move now there is no time. I can't wait" He muttered, as he put on his shades, and revved up the engine of his bike. " You will soon understand what is happening, and follow me. Farewell for now..." He said, and with these words he turned his bike into the direction of a dusty road. " I'm sorry..." He hissed. Then he lifted the front of his motorcycle, and it sped away like a blazing bullet. Placing it back into regular position he bent his back, and stared into the road in front of him. " Where are they? "He whispered. " I must concentrate..." He muttered. A vague memory of some information regarding the suspected deployment point for the Houhas that was given to him in the labs blazed in his mind. " Yes..." He said, as he stopped the bike, and paused. " Zanzibar, I remember it quite well " He grinned. " Here I come spawns of hell " He spat, and then sped away into the horizon. After three hours, he reached a port city. Sounds of distant screaming reached his ears, and a certain disturbing feeling crept up his spine. He suspected that it was the place, in which his enemies were. As he came closer to the entrance of the town he saw a crowd people gathering around a bloody corpse. He was now sure that his enemies were there, and so he slowly drove in on the main street in search of adversaries that were like cobras lurking in the shadows.

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Asim grinned at the recklesness of Ryu-2, and sounded a short interval of laughter. " Damn fool " He laughed. " What did you say ? " Cory looked over his shoulder. " You heard me " Asim said, as he stood up. " You'd better shut up you know, I don't see you coming up with any ideas " Cory shouted. " Patience my friend, patience..." Asim murmured. " You don'y even know what has been done to you, and you want to go with your weapons blazing, and kill off what could be our only hope for finding out what has happened to us ?" He continued. " I'll beat the truth out of them " Cory roared. " They'll shoot you down like a rabid dog " Asim chuckled. " Just wait for now, and everything will come to you..." He muttered. " You will soon awake, as I have " Asim said. The angry Ryu-2 sheathed his weapons, and finally responded to reason though he still frowned, and was not completely convinced with his comrades' words. " We must combine our strength, and see if this Pheonix Alliance is really worth fighting. It will all come to us " Asim said. At that moment Asim's mind flashed with a blazing, and painful memory. A vision of himself with a girl. He was instantly disorientated, but tried to maintain his balance. Her name quickly surfaced in his mind, and travelled to his lips. " Sophie... " He whispered. She was his love a very long time ago, and the scenes he saw were like salt on a bleeding wound. They released a long forgotten sense of hatred, and malice. His fists were clenched, and his soul burned, as he watched her getting killed in his mind, he was sure that the people that killed her were the same that captured him, but still he hid this anger, because the group was already infuriated, and by showing his anger he would only be pouring gas on a wild fire causing nothing, but chaos within their ranks. He was helpless in the visions, restrained by a strange force he was forced to watch her die. Rage blossomed in his heart, but then he started to calm down. The people who killed her, were sure to be dead after such a long time. It would be pointless to get angry on something that had passed such a long time ago, and there was nothing he could actually do about it, he thought to himself. He calmly regained his senses, and took control of his emotions. " What happened ? " One of the group asked. " Nothing, now let us continue with the introductions, I'm sure they will be quite helpful for remembering what happened to us " He quietly muttered.

The sun blazed with life, the forest winds blew in a cool breeze, and the clouds peered from a far in wait for the sky to welcome a storm. A tall man leaned on his bike, and looked up at the sky. With a calm, and settle look on his face he paused, and then removed his shades. " I am Asim, and if I remember correctly I was taken from Iraq " He murmured. " I think I remember something about our purpose, it was something about fighting a Pheonix or a group of those, but I can't remember... " He continued. Then he sounded a low, and short chuckle. " What? " Takahiro asked. " It's quite amusing " Asim said. " What is ? " Takahiro asked again. " The surfacing of information, and memories in my mind. An entire lifetime of thoughts, scenes, and names is vaguely materializing in my conciounce. Yes I'm awakening " He said. Then without a word he turned around, and just focussed on remembering things from the past. Sitting on his bike, he felt one of the silver armguards he wore. Suddenly a violet blaze was released, and a long trident was in Asim's hand. Then it dissappeared, as suddenly as it emerged. " Yes now I remember " He whispered, with a grin. " I am Project Ryu-4 The Dreaming Lightning " He hissed, as a surge of energy went through his body. With this a thunder bolt came crashing down nearby blasting a tree into tiny splinters. He then turned his head back to the group, and a faint gust of wind swept through them, as he grinned enigmaticly. " They were, or should I say are called The Pheonix Alliance. Our enemies " He muttered.

Project Name: Project Ryu-4 Name: Asim (The Dreaming Lightning) Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: A tall man about 6 ft 5 in height. He has a muscular athletic built. His eyes are pitching black, and his hair is slightly brownish. Wears a black tunic, its collar is always unbuttoned. Over it he wears a light gray wide sleeved leather jerkin, and he also wears a pair of baggy rough clothed baggy trousers of the same colour, with Black leather army boots. Around his waist there is a black leather belt that has a silver buckle shaped like the head of a dragon. On both arms there are silver arm guards with strange engravings on them, and on both elbows there are black elbow guards that also have strange engravings etched on them. He also wears black leather gloves, and black shades. Transformed Appearance: He is shrouded by mist then a sudden flash of lightning is released, and he turns into the one in the pic. Personality: A calm and easy going man that is not provoked easily. He prefers to think things through before jumping into a fight, but still he can sometimes go berserk, and start a rampage. Honorable, dark, and quite a strategist, seriousness is a clear trait of his, although he is quite charming with the ladies. Silent, yet says what he thinks, but only after weighing his words, and their effect on the ones around him. He is known to be a noble and chivalrous warrior. Being a master of Tai Chi he is truly in control of his thoughts, emotions, and immune to any sort of illusion. He likes to stare at the night sky a lot, and he also likes stormy weather. His motorcycle, which he very much likes, and uses(attached) is one of his favorite things. Country: Iraq. Battle Specialty: Close range. Weapons: Violet Rage: A very long trident that is made of pure lightning, and steel. When not in his fists it takes the shape of a living thunder bolt, which attacks enemies chosen by Asim. It is generated by the sliver arm guard on his left arm. The heads of the Trident have a strange violet aura about them. When transformed, the Twin Sparks: Two straight long double edged rapiers generated by his black elbow guards. They are extremely swift, and have supernatural cutting power. Their blades sometimes radiate with blue sparks of lightning that enhance the strength of the swords' attacks. His fencing skills with them are legendary whether he is using only one of them or both. When transformed the blades are covered with violent lightning surges, so that it may seem that the swords are made of pure lightning. Black Wind (attached): An ancient straight Chinese sword said to be used once used by the Han dynasty, it's steel is mixed with Asim's own blood, so when he uses it the blade becomes almost like a living extention of him that has a titanic impact because of it's ability to absorb enourmous amounts of Chi energy. Called the black wind because of the black astral trail it leaves when it cuts through the air. This trail can poison, blind, and confuse the enemy. It's generated by his right arm guard. When transformed the length, and width of the blade increases, also the hilt becomes longer. The edges of the blade start to generate a black aura. Physical Ability: Top speed: 89 Mph Max Arm Strength: 3 tons Max Leg Strength: 4 tons Special Abilities: Mind Like the Water: Enters a state of extreme concentration, and peace that enables him to see through his enemies thoughts, and moves even if they're really fast. It also enhances his sight, and greatly improves his reflexes. Electro anger (Demonic transformation): Goes absolutely berserk by charging electricity through his body. In this state His speed, and strength is greatly enhanced. Thunder Storm: Clouds, and mist shroud the area, and four or five replicas of him are generated. They are controlled by his mind. Quick Flash: Instantly teleports himself into anywhere he wants. Invisible Terror: He simply fades into the environment becoming invisible to the human eye. Cape Of Winds: He uses the cape(Shown in the attachement when he transforms) to block, and reflect bullets. It also heals his wounds, and can generate powerful blasts of lightning to attack the enemy. Spirit Partner: Raijin Done!