Darth Vectis

[SIZE="1"]The night air was still this evening, the moon hanging peacefully in the sky. The skyscraper they had all be called to tonight had a beautiful view of this moon-- no other buildings obstructed it?s line of vision. The assembled crew looked in awe at the surreal reflection of the moon against the building?s tinted windows-- it was magnified ten fold, and seemed to fill them with the moon?s radiance. Finally their concentration was broken with the buzz of the intercom. [B]?You may now all come in.?[/B] The group sauntered in slowly, amazed by the grandiose of the room they had entered. It looked almost as if it had been embossed in gold and lined with exotic fabrics. Classic art from across that ages lined the central lobby. An elegantly dressed vampire glided down the stairs, and smiled honey sweetly as his eyes overlooked the guests. [B]"My master has been waiting for you. He?s pleased that you all made it. He must attend to other matters tonight as well, so he kindly requests that you come up immediately. Follow me.? [/B]He led them to the most elegantly decorated and spacious elevator they had ever seen, and they traveled all the way up to the top floor. The opening elevator doors revealed a large, lightless room, illuminated solely by the glow of the moon. The figure standing in it?s light was beautiful and terrible, imposing and comforting, and instilled a complete sense of wonder and terror over all of them. The figure turned towards them, his face masked by shadows; he was undoubtedly smiling though, as his white teeth shined even in the shade. [B]?I?ll make this quick-- the Harbingers threaten every single one of us in this room. They seek to disturb the sacred conduct of our races; they wish to upset the balance of the world by revealing to the humans what they do no wish to see. Should our existences have proven useful to them, we would have been exposed to them ages ago. Even if you do not care much for the established order, the Harbingers still pose a physical threat to the world.?[/B] he looked over to one of his guests in particular, a stern looking man with an athletic build, adorned in a counter rogues task force uniform. He smiled at the man kindly, who he could tell was attempting, with difficulty, to not snarl in disgust. That made the man laugh boisterously and return to his desk. He sat down in one swift motion, almost indistinguishable, than spoke once more, his tone more business-like than before. [B]?Bring me the leader?s head and you will receive the opportunity to be a clan lord. One of his lieutenants will garner the chance to receive a large sum of money that will be requested by you. Be wary, however- this beast is not killed simply by losing its head. These Vampire are determined in their ways; if one leader falls, another will arise. He may be less adept than their current leader, but all they need is a force to rally behind to be a threat. You must eradicate all traces of them, diminish all chance of them uniting once more. The sum for that task will be $6.5 million. Now go out and preserve the ways of the dark, lest you should find yourself swallowed by it.?[/B] With that, the people in the room quickly flooded out, leaving the man to his thoughts. He stared back out into the moon, his eyes filled with it. [B]?Seraphim? You can?t escape me. I can?t have you running around, undoing the kingdom I?ve built up all of my life. I?ll take everything from you; your goals, your pride, your armies, your powers? and you?re most prized possession.?[/B] ................................ Night was settling in and the people in the small towns would be calming down and the lights would start to turn down. In the cities the lights would be bright and the city would be alive, this worked well for The Harbingers. They wanted people to be awake, to be aware of when they struck their precious cities. If they were completely unaware and obstructed from seeing then the Harbingers cause would be for nothing. The plans were being laid out as the night was growing, his officers had their table laid out. The table itself was the lay out of the entire map of where they were going to be working. Simple touches on the screen either changed the size of the map or created a new marker on the table that designated a proper area that needed placement. Seraphim stood amongst his officers, his lieutenant stood on his left side with his hands placed on the side of the table. This sort of technology was easy to come by when you knew where to take it from, they did need to reprogram a few things, but it all came together pretty easily. Seraphim watched carefully as his lieutenant mapped out for the other officers what was going to happen. He looked up and spotted Nemo remaining silent, he was in one of his moods that followed with his change in power. He observed the map carefully and made comments and adjustments as he heard the plan. Seraphim averted his gaze to the guards that were watching the inside of the small room, he could see their uncaring looks that showed they had little interest in what was going on. They would be part of the whole plan, but they only needed to do a small part to the whole thing. The major pieces would be left to his officers, they were the only ones trust worthy enough to enact his will in the proper way. He watched as the guards remained completely still, they had weapons at their sides and they were in the usual stance, at attention and ready for anything. Seraphim moved away from the table and looked out the window toward the camp below him, they dare not light any fires so that they wouldn?t give themselves away. But, that was really necessary, every creature that was in his coven was not a regular human. He didn?t allow humans into his coven, they were too slow and many vampires would be tempted to feed on them. Being that close to your natural food source was too much of a distraction and he couldn?t afford such distractions at such critical times. He knew it was bad enough that there were occasional fights among the different species. Werewolves and vampires didn?t get along, sprites were there to break up the fights. Guards had to interject when the situation was getting to far out of hand, those situations sometimes ended with the death of one of the combatants. On occasion, Seraphim himself would become involved in the situation, he never was lenient with the two problem causers. If this was a repeated offense by either person, he had then executed for being a constant issue. He had no time for people causing problems, and exile would ensure the Harbingers destruction if one of their own was caught in the enemies hands. He also needed people in his coven to know that he was not someone to be trifled with. He turned back from his window and called over one of the guards, he whispered in their ear and the nodded to him. The guard disappeared out of the room and Seraphim put his hands behind his back as he walked across the room, he placed his hand on small book that was on his nightstand. He traced the worn cover of it, it use to have a vibrant red color to the cover. But now, it was faded and the pages were wrinkled on the edges. He didn?t much care if the book looked ragged and old, this book had a lot of things inside of it. It was party his journal, partly prophecies he had collected over the centuries and in all, an instruction manual for his successor. The guard returned soon enough with someone behind him, he returned to his post as soon as the person was in and the door was closed. Seraphim turned toward the person he had brought in, she was young one in his eyes. She had a shy and meek feel to her, but he could tell that with time she could be a great fighter. The shy ones could always be the most cruel and vicious of any, he knew, he use to be as she was. He stood before her, looking down at her with his cold expression. She was attempting to avoid his eyes, but she soon met his gaze and locked on to him. [B]?I?ve seen you around the camp, you have been busy with the new recruits. They seem to respect you, that?s something I am looking for.?[/B] She looked at him curiously, not sure if she was to speak or if she was just to listen. The silence between them was awkward for her, he could see it in her face and in her body language that she was uncomfortable. He leaned over a little bit to talk to her quietly. [B]?You may speak if there is something on your mind.? [/B]She straightened out a little bit and then took a deep breathe before she decided to finally speak her mind toward her leader. [B]?And what, per say, are you looking for??[/B] [B]?Why, I?m looking for someone like you to fill the position of my personal guard.?[/B] Her job physically dropped just a bit, he could see the entire reaction from her facial expression to her sudden change in body language. [B]?Your personal guard??[/B] Seraphim nodded. [B]?Yes, my personal guard. You need the experience of real combat, and we are going into the combat very soon. So, you will now be part of my personal guard.? [/B]She swallowed back her shock and let out a breath before she spoke again. [B]?And who else will be part of this guard??[/B] [B]?No one, you are the only one. So I am trusting you to do your very best.? [/B]She was verbally unable to express her shock, she just motioned with her hands of something that was not able to be shown. Seraphim turned away from her and she followed him as he started to walk toward the table. [B]?Sir, I don?t think I am to your standards.?[/B] Seraphim held his hand out to her in silencing motion. [B]?Do not question the position you have been granted, if you really feel you are unfit for the job then resign right now and never speak of what you heard in here. If you accept what I have given you, then you will have the pick of the entire coven, save for my officers, to be part of your team to be my guard. You will be their captain and you will only answer to me. Now what is your answer??[/B] She looked up at him as she considered the task she was given, she straightened out and put on a stern face and stood to attention. [B]?Yes sir. I will take the task you have given me.? [/B]Seraphim nodded. [B]?Very well then, you pick your fellow guards tonight. Once you have your team you return here and you will be informed of our plans. What is your name captain??[/B] She stood still for a moment before speaking up to him. [B]?My name is Cora sir.? [/B]Seraphim nodded to her. [B]?Very well, Captain Cora. Now, off with you. I need you here ASAP. Now go.? [/B]She saluted him quickly then bolted out the door . He turned back to the table and saw that they had finished with their plans, he looked to Nero. He had a small smile on his face, Nemo was looking from the map to the Seraphim. He walked up to the table and placed his hand on a specific spot on the map. [B]?This is where we will strike first. Nero, send a scout with a message. My nomadic officer should be within the area within the next few hours. Make sure he knows where to be. Everyone, get your equipment prepared and be ready to move out in two hours. We have a lot of work to do and very little time. You have your orders, now move out.? [/B]All of his officers saluted him and disappeared from his room, he stood looking down at the digital map. [B]?Now, the Blood Wars begin.?[/B] He closed down the digital projection and stood in the darkness, preparing himself mentally for the destruction to come. OOC: All vampires will be planting a bomb in a location of their choosing, make sure it is a mundane location. Bounty hunters, you will be finding vampires doing this. I am looking for combat in this one. Have at it, and have fun.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B][U]Basic Information[/U][/B] [B]Name:[/B] Kain Baraccus [B]Nickname:[/B] The Endless [B]Age: [/B]25 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] Endless stands about 5?10? and has long black hair that is shoulder length, he ties it up or leaves it down depending on his mood. He wears a light trench coat at all times, the color is always black and it is the only piece of clothing he wears that is constant. Other wise, Endless changes his outfits daily, mismatching whatever he can from whether he wear gloves to the style and color of his shoes, even the type of socks he wears changes with the days, sometimes hours. He has a strong but tough jaw structure, kind of squared; his face has some marks here and there, self inflicted due to his unstable nature. He has a scar that starts form the left corner of his mouth and ends at mid cheek, another is a slash in his eye brow and the last is a few inches below his right eye, about a three inch line straight across his face. He sometimes covers up his scars, usually no more then covering up two of his marks. He likes to see the disturbed looks as they see what he did to his own face, but, he doesn?t remember sometimes that he did it to himself. He has dark green eyes that show madness and kindness in sporadic moments. With Endless, you never know what you will get, or what you will see. It is sometimes a treat, or a final look into the soul of an endless abyss of darkness. [B][U]Details[/U][/B] [B]Motives[/B]: Kain's motives are a mystery to most, but to a rare few who know of his way of thinking knows that he is in it for the carnage. For the sheer violence he can enact on people in ways that only a few people can actually think of. His lust for blood and gore propel him forward in his existence and give him the purpose that he craves. [B]Alignment:[/B] Bad [B][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/B] [B]Power:[/B] Kain's power is rather unique, but very vulgar in practice. Kain's power is the ability to devour his victim?s specific part to gain that strength for a limited amount of time before the new ability fades away. For example, if Kain desires to be stronger, he can take a muscle from the persons body and consume it to temporarily gain more strength, or if he wants to learn what the enemy knows, he can devour their brain matter and know what they knew, the memories of the other will fade in a short time. [B]Personality:[/B] Kain's personality is border line sociopath; he is manipulative and has a rather sadistic mind set that makes him an outcast amongst most people. His eyes are usually the tell tale sign of what he plans, or his cold smile just before he acts on sick impulses. And then he can change just like that, and become a calculating predator. Because of his unhealthy personality type, he is prone to rather random acts of destruction to things around him, to others, and to himself. [B][U] The History of You[/U][/B] [B]Background:[/B] Kain's life as a child was rather boring and uneventful; he didn't really experience life in his childhood days. He was born to a religious mother and father and was taught the moral ethics and codes that came with the religion. One of those codes was that a child is not allowed to speak unless spoken to. So, he kept to himself, only really interacting with his sister who was about his age. He resented his parents for treating him like some tool for their beliefs. And with being a withdrawn kid his resentment grew with every year that passed, every year he was forced to listen to the dribble of his parents. The lies that came form their mouth always disgusted him, and it only grew worse as time went on. When Kain and his sister were about teenagers, Kain's internal hatred and rather sadistic nature was too much to keep within himself. He finally found and outlet when he was walking home from school one day, an orange tabby crossed his path one day and out of pure frustration he malicious kicked the animal in its side and sent the creature flying through the air. He heard a screech from the creature that sparked his interest and he became more interested in the pain of other living things. It started out small in the beginning, baby birds and stray cats would be collected after school, or days he ditched school. When he felt he had enough for the day, he would either deal with them on the street or he would take them home and perform "experiments" on the poor creatures. When he took care of them on the street, which would entitle either being smashed against a building wall or a dumpster in some ally. Or him throwing them on the ground and then stomping the creature into bloody pulp. At home, he would use different implements or tools he could think of to cut, tear, shred, break, and mutilate the animal he was murdering. He tossed the corpses away after each experiment was finished. This habit subsided after several years, becoming less severe and less violent as he became more precise with his cuts and mutilation. Once he grew bored with this, he withdrew into himself again, only conversing with his older sister. She took care of him, making sure he wouldn?t suddenly crack and hurt himself, or someone else. When Kain reached high school, he found a new obsession that would not be satisfied by mere years. It would take a lifetime for it to fade away. It was one school day when he bumped into another student, rather forcefully too. The other student had turned on Kain and shoved him; Kain took this to offense quiet immediately and shoved the student back. Both assumed a fighting stance at that point, and this is where he discovered his new obsession. When his fist made contact with the other students face and not only saw the damage he dealt, but felt it as well. He was invigorated by the fight, by the act of inflicting so much pain on another, it was thrill he had yet to experience. And just like an addictive drug, he wanted more. He needed more of it. He started endless amount of fights, picking them with whoever he could. He needed little provocation for anyone to become his next target. This acting out, as his parents and therapist called it, caused him to be removed from several schools and caused his parents much frustration. They did find out that when their son was near his sister he cooled down significantly. Almost as if he was tranquil when his sister was around, his parents enrolled him in the private that his sister was going too. And they made sure she was close to him at all times, and while she was he remained quiet. He was as calm as he could get, and he became more dangerous in that sense. He didn?t simply act on impulse; he acted on conscious thought now. He was true predator, all thanks to the calming effect his sister gave him. She somehow was able to make Kains thought center, they became coherent and were focused. This led to his no longer random acts of violence; they were planned out and were precise. This led to fewer crimes on his part, but they were more disturbing. And as he left high school and went out into the world for a time, he retreated in on himself again, avoiding the real world and staying close to his sister. She was only a couple years older then him so it wasn?t that hard for them to have a close connection. She took care of him for many years, until a fateful accident took his sister for him. The accident had occurred at home; she had been just getting out of the shower and had a pair of scissors with her. She was cutting at the split ends she had; she started to head down the stairs when she slipped and tumbled down the stairs. The scissors that she had been using lodged themselves into her next, cutting her jugular; she was alive as long as the scissors weren?t removed. Kain had found her, barely alive and breathing. He had rushed to her, seeing the only thing he actually cared about dying from a freak accident. As her life slipped away, he could feel her cool presence fading from him. His thoughts were getting jumbled again, he was loosing coherent thought and he started to panic. Kain was twenty-four at the time when an eclipse had passed by. His powers had come to him in such an odd way, he felt the need to feed and found that consuming only food was not enough. He felt weak all the time now; he understood when his sister was their bleeding. He took her in his arms and fed on her blood, he felt her presence again, this time it was so much stronger, it coursed through his body. This is the only ability that ever stayed with him permanently, his sisters last gift to him. The ability for him to think clearly and not get lost in the hazy of his own madness of his mind. He disappeared after his sister?s death; everyone assumed he had committed the murder since his teeth marks were on her neck and his track were through the blood. He has remained hidden ever since.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]I'm sorry for the delay everyone. I know I said it would be up a couple days ago, but things came up that will lead to it starting tomorrow afternoon, or tomorrow nights. Hopefully I'll have it up sooner rather then later.[/SIZE] EDIT: Ok, i'm gonna try to make more use of this thread as well. Any grievances, suggestions or ideas that you have can be placed her.

[SIZE="1"][B]"You know the darkness works to the advantage of people like me."[/B] A figure whispered from the shadows, a man dressed in an overcoat that was just draped over his shoulders turned toward where the sound came from, his tuxedo was pressed and clean. Looked as if it had come straight from his own private laundry mat and was taken care of to even the last stitch his two bodyguards stood near by, they looked around in a paroling manor, making sure their boss was safe. They had the safety on their guns off and exposed to the mid evening air. They wanted to be able to get to their weapons quickly if need be, a wicked smile was on the face of the figure in the shadows. He moved like a cat, quiet, graceful, and with purpose. He was stalking his prey, this one he had been following for about an hour now, staying out of eye sight and remaining silent. He wanted this move to be sweet, he wanted to taste the ecstasy of when he inflicted the pain that was coming. He craved that vision of terror he saw in his victims eyes. He desired nothing more then to hear the screams and see the pain, and the longer he waited the better it was for him. Now was the time to strike, the time to show who he was. He pushed back his trench coat, revealing his dark purple shirt and his tanned pants that were tattered in every way imaginable. He reached into his coat and pulled out two knives, one was hunting knife with a serrated edge and the other was a switch blade. He held the blades in his hands, focusing his intent on the people in front of him. He waited for only a few moments more, the body guards moving into the right place where he could strike. He emerged from the darkness in a split second, appearing only inches behind the bodyguards. He jammed one knife into the spine of the guard on his left, using his hunting knife on him. He then used his switch blade and slammed it into the kidney of the other guard, he couldn't so much as make a sound as the pain was so debilitating, he then tore the blade out sideways, ripping away flesh and forcing blood to spray everywhere. The man fell into a dead heap, the life extinguished form his eyes. He removed the hunting knife from the bodyguards spine and moved toward their boss. He only took a couple steps before he turned again toward the bodyguard. The bodyguard had fallen on to his face, his legs no longer worked and he was panting as he was trying to over come the pain. The knife wielding man looked down to the man and grabbed one arm, the bodyguard tried to pull him down with his other arm but was quickly thwarted when the switch blade slashed at his forearm, then was rammed between the ulna and radii bone and was pinned to the ground. He screamed in anguish as his hand twitched, some of his fingers no longer worked since the tendons had just been severed. He looked down at the man, cocking his head to the side, a sadistic smile was spread on his face. [B] "How does it feel? Does it hurt you more that you can't walk? Or that you just lost all control of your fingers? Please, indulge me. I must know."[/B] Before the guard could answer, he heard a hammer on a gun pull back. He looked back and saw the boss with a gun pointed at his face, his smile remained, his eyes showed a new spark of interest. The boss was fighting back, and he had a gun at his head, he was becoming more interested. He now thirsted for this mans pain even more, it was slowly growing into an obsession that would only be subsided by this mans agonizing death. The bosses hard face was looking down at this maniac, he certainly did not look at all happy to see a man murder both of his bodyguards with a couple of knives. [B][I] "Now, before I put this bullet in your fucking head, who are you and what the fuck are doing here?"[/I][/B] He turned toward the boss, still gripping the bodyguards arm. He was pull it now against the hold his knife had against his arm. He lifted his foot and swiftly kicked into the mans arm, he screamed louder as their was a sickening snap that followed. Then he tugged on it hard and another pop followed, the screamed grew and the knife wielder took in a deep breath, his eyes rolled into the back of his for just a moment and his smile grew. He dropped the arm and looked to the boss. [B] "Me? Who am I? That is a good question indeed. If I could remember who I was today, I would certainly tell you, but I can't remember who I wanted to be today. Its so hard to keep up with who I am. But, I am called The Endless."[/B] The boss kept his gun pointed at Endless, it shook just a little bit. He was slowly losing his nerve, this mans smile and rather psychotic way of speaking was starting to get to him. [B][I] "Why the fuck would they call a freak like you The Endless?"[/I][/B] A robust laugh erupted from The Endless' lips, it echoed through the walls of the alley way he had cornered them all in. [B] "They call me that, because the pain I inflict never ends. I am never ending, I am a being of unending possibilities. If I am going to play the game of life, I prefer to have multiple choices! It is so much more fun to have the options you don't have. Wouldn't you think, take all the blood I can. Smash their heads in, its all for the sake of my Endless enjoyment."[/B] Endless struck out in a flash, cutting the bosses arm deep enough to cut all the tendons. He howled in pain as his gun dropped from his grip, Endless then lashed out with a swift hit to the bosses throat. He drew in ragged breaths and gripped his throat with both hands. He tripped over a scrap in the alley and fell over. He rose quickly, only managing to crawl to a near by wall. He sat him self up. Endless rushed forward and placed his face right in front the bosses. [B] "Big boss Jeremiah Sarkov. You have been tried and found guilty for committing atrocities against your fellow man for nothing more then the opportunist ways you thrive on. For your crimes you will not enjoy your punishment, their will be no prison time, now cushy jail cell for you to sit in for the next twelve hours. You will be punished now, for my enjoyment."[/B] Jeremiah spoke through gasps of air. [B][I] "What....the fuck..... do you want..... from me?"[/I][/B] He gasped for more air, it was getting easier to breath, but it wouldn't before long. Endless let his smile fade for a moment, then grow in an instance. He turned back to the bodyguard on the ground, barely alive, his arms destroyed because of him. He lifted his boot in the air and the brought it down with such force a disgusting crack echoed. He raised it again and smashed it down again. This time smashing the mans cranial cavity completely, brain matter was squishing under Endless' boot. He pulled his knife from the man arm and hid it away, he did the same with his hunting knife and then withdrew another knife. His filleting knife, he walked back to the boss and held the blade firmly in his hand. [B] "I want to hear you scream. I want your blood all over this alley way. I want you to suffer more then you ever have."[/B] He reached out with his other hand and snatched the bosses hair in his fist and started dragging him away, deeper into the alley. He wriggled and yelled as he was dragged into the darkness. ............................... Cameras flashed and police lights showed their colors as the area of the crime was taped off. Forensic officers took all the evidence they could, cataloging anything they could that would lead them to the culprit. Many police officers moved in and out of the scene, some were doing crowd control, others were checking the scene for anything they could use. Few of them ran off somewhere else to vomit their stomach contents up at the grisly sight of the man that hung from the street pole. He hung his wrists from the pole, what he was tied with was only part of the gruesome nature of it. His intestines were wrapped around the pole and tied around his wrists, his gut was slashed open where the incision had been made. But, by far worse degree, his skin and been completely removed. He showed only his muscle structure underneath and the leathery contents of what use to be his face that had been removed and then thrown back on this face, as if it was a Halloween mask. Detective Inspector Mark Rutherford could only stare in utter disgust at the horrible fate of the unlucky man. The mans clothes were neatly folded under his corpse, blood was dripping on to the white shirt of the tuxedo. The officers had secured the victims wallet and head to Rutherford to reveal the identity of their newest morgue occupant. [B] "Its Jeremiah Sarkov. Also known as Big boss Sarkov. This was a crime boss Detective, this is far more then that thug from the last murder."[/B] The detective looked at the photo and then up at the leathery face of the Big boss. [B] "No, he was part of a very small family. He would of mattered very little to the Face. But, this is an escalation from the last murder today. Things are going to get out of hand soon."[/B] Rutherford walked closer to the corpse, he looked up at it a little longer before his eyes looked down to where the clothes use to be. He crouched down when he saw something on the ground. He looked at it closer and noticed it was an arrow, pointing away from the corpse, he turned his head in the direction that it was pointing and noticed another arrow, he stood up and followed the arrows. Looking up occasionally to make sure he didn't run into any one, he kept discovering more arrows until he was forty yards away from where the corpse was and then the arrow curved and pointed to an alley way. He walked into the alley way and saw and arrow on a wall pointing up. That's when he saw what was left for them in the alley way, a message that could only be convey in material it was written in. He stared at the words on the wall, trying to read it without trying to blank it out of his mind with the brutality of it. The words on the wall were written in blood, and some of the letters were made entirely of human flesh. He stared for a few more moments before he yelled over for a forensic team. Several mean in white hazard suits rushed over and saw what was left for them. They all froze as they looked it all over,the silence was deafening until finally the Inspector spoke up. [B] " 'Life is so fragile. Blood is so limited. Souls are eternal. But, the pain is Endless.' "[/B] As the words were uttered aloud, the every man stood only fifteen yards away. His smile still on his face, he now had four horizontal black lines across his face. His hands were in his trench coat pockets. He turned away as he let out a small chuckle to himself, the pain was only beginning.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Seraphim Baraccus [B]Age:[/B] 12th Century [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Species:[/B] Vampire [B]Alliance:[/B] The Harbingers (Commander) [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Art%20images/Seraphim.jpg] [B]Seraphim[/B] [/URL] Seraphim is not out to impress anyone with his image anymore, he has been alive far too long to dwell on the matters of what others think. He stands at a height of 5?11? but holds himself as he was 10 feet tall and has a commanding presence that hints at his experience as one of the clan leaders. His eyes are cold and never reveal anything of what he is thinking or feeling and it?s very commonly believed amongst all vampires that he no longer has emotions due to his extended life. His outer exterior is usually very gruff because of his lack of caring or because he is busy with matters that are needed. His wardrobe can vary from his red outfit or to a black suit with a red tie depending on if the occasion actually calls for him to dress up in a proper manor. [B]Personality:[/B] Seraphim is very cold, he is headstrong and very wise. He has a tone of voice that is very direct and no nonsense tone that comes from centuries of giving orders and following a code of ?speak when spoken to.? He is also very aggressive; he does things that sometimes come off as very cruel and very unforgiving. But, he acts like this so that he can keep the people under his command alive. He reacts to every situation in the same exact way, no emotion expressed except for a cold face and a few comments spoken about the situation before he goes on about what needs to be done. He feels no shame, no fear, no humor, no sadness, no real feeling for another. He is simply trying to accomplish his mission by any means necessary, even if that means he must die for it. [B]Weapons:[/B] Seraphim carry around an antique sword from his travels during the 15th century. It is an old style Bronze Age sword that has taken him several years, decades really, to properly restore it to be fit for fighting and he has taken care of it ever since to make sure he it?ll still be useful to this day. He keeps it at his left hip and hardly uses it as a primary offensive strategy. He also carries a single shot, black powder pistol from the colonial times. It?s taken a lot of time and effort on his part to keep this weapon useful and ready to fire at any point, he has modified it through out his years so that it is far more accurate then the pistols of the 18th century. [B]Unique Ability/Special Skills:[/B] Seraphim?s ability is the power of a necromancer; he controls the blood and the bones of the dead. Blood magic is something that comes with his necromantic powers. Blood makes his complicated rituals work at full power, and bones provide a proper conduit for him to focus the energies of the dead into a single point so that he can create different things from just a small piece of bone. The conduit does deteriorate over the course of use; the bigger the piece of bone is the longer it will last for each surge of power. [B] Writing Sample:[/B] [B]?You understand so little of what we do or how we function.?[/B] A man said as he walked around Seraphim. No, not a man, a vampire. The walking dead had a smirk on its face that showed its arrogance. Seraphim stood tall as this lesser being tried to lecture him on how their ways were right, how the vampire guards around them could tear him apart and his whole resistance would fall apart. Seraphim had his arms behind his back, his face forward and his face cold as ice. He simply let his thoughts drift as this creature spoke of the right means of living. Seraphim waited for him to finish, for him to pause for just a second before he interrupted. [B]?You are fools for thinking your ways are right. I was an elder, I know the rule and codes we followed and they rules that need to be broken. There is no other way. We have been around far longer then humans and they have learned to govern their peons better then we have, as I see it. And we should be known, we don?t need to hide in the shadows and conduct deals with humans. We should be the leaders of these corporations and we should be at the head of evolution.? [/B]The vampire stormed up to him and grabbed a fist full of Seraphim?s vest. Seraphim instantly reach up and pulled his hand away and twisted away, the sound of bone break was clear in the quiet room. The guards were about to launch themselves at Seraphim when the leader held up his hand, signaling for them to stand down. They relaxed themselves and stood ready to attack if commanded, the vampire rolled his arm and positioned his arm so the bones would snap back in place. [B] ?You will certainly pay for your crimes. When the other members of the clans arrive tomorrow we will try you and have you executed.?[/B] Seraphim let a chuckled escape his throat. The leader drew close to his face. [B] ?What do you find so funny traitor??[/B] Seraphim averted his gaze and looked to the vampire in his face. [B] ?You are.?[/B] Seraphim struck with such fury and swiftness that no one knew what was about to hit them. He had jammed his hand into the chest cavity of this vampire and grabbed hold of a rib in the mans body. He then summoned his power, letting it run lose. His power was different, it was always there in him, and he simply had to let it flow. And he let it flow through his arm, using that rib as his conduit. The vampires flesh began to rip with the sudden infusion of power in his bones. The rippling soon turned to tearing and ripping of his flesh and finally the vampires screams were quieted by the sudden eruption of the flesh, blood and long dead internal organs. All that stood was a skeleton that was protruding horrible spikes, the guards leaped, but it was far too late to do anything. Seraphim lifted the rib cage over him and then expand it into a bubble around him. Spikes of pure bone protruded from the bubble, vampires that weren?t quick enough landed on these spikes. Their bodies erupting into chunks of meat and massive pools of blood were splashed everywhere, Seraphim broke a piece off the bubble around him and held it tightly in his hand. He tore the bubble away with just a wave of his hand and rushed the closest guard. Thrusting his hand out at the guard and impaling him on a spear made of bone; he swung the guard around and tossed him aside. He swung his spear with grace and fluidity that could only come from centuries of training and disciple. Moving his body with his spear in a single motion, as if the spear was connected to him through more then magic. He swung it in a wide arc and took a guards head off and then quickly lifted it over his head and brought it down on another guard, cleaving the vampire into two pieces. Another guard managed to get close enough and struck out at him. He evaded the blow and made his bone spear vanish and converted it into a gauntlet and smashed it into the vampire?s stomach, two serrated blades sprouted from the gauntlet and shot through the creature torso. He ripped the blades out from the side and tore out a massive chunk from his chest. Seraphim pulled away from the guard and looked around, he found most of the guards had been killed, several fled, but he needed them to run so they could spread the message. He did, however, find a lone survivor. He was badly injured, his right leg was completely gone and his left hand was missing three fingers. Seraphim slowly walked over to him and then crouched to his level looking into the dead eyes of this vampire. His face was as cold as any day; he looked down at his hand and saw he had a small bit of bone left. He reached out and placed the bone fragment on the vampires face and let his magic surge through him again, this time creating a web of bone that grew around the vampires head. Seraphim looked into the vampires one last time; he saw the horror in them. He saw pain and he saw idealist nature that would never be burned out of him. [B] ?Your time has come. Rest well, for when you awake, only the brightest pit will be for you and your ideals.?[/B] He let his poor flow again and the vampire screamed as pin sized spikes slowly penetrated the mans head. When they finally went all the way into his brain and his skull, they expanded and the vampires head exploded. His skull was scattered everywhere, his brains were not far behind and his blood oozed from his body freely. Seraphim stood from the carnage, his hands soaked in blood, his clothes dripping blood. But his expression never changed his face calm and collected and his vision straight and true. He was the ultimate predator, and he was on the hunt for more fools who got in his way. [/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]Good work so far everyone, this should be up by tomorrow (Today really) or Monday.[/SIZE]

[size=2][b]Crime Fighter Persona:[/b] The Endless [b]Age:[/b]Doesn't care to remember [b]Appearance (In costume)[/b]: Endless stands about 5�10� and has long black hair that is shoulder length, he ties it up or leaves it down depending on his mood. He wears a light trench coat at all times, the color is always black and it is the only piece of clothing he wears that is constant. Other wise, Endless changes his outfits daily, mismatching whatever he can from whether he wear gloves to the style and color of his shoes, even the type of socks he wears changes with the days, sometimes hours. He has a strong but tough jaw structure, kind of squared, his face has some marks here and there, self inflicted due to his unstable nature. He has a scar that starts form the left corner of his mouth and ends at mid cheek, another is a slash in his eye brow and the last is a few inches below his right eye, about a three inch line straight across his face. He sometimes covers up his scars, usually no more then covering up two of his marks. He likes to see the disturbed looks as they see what he did to his own face, but, he doesn�t remember sometimes that he did it to himself. He has dark green eyes that show madness and kindness in sporadic moments. With Endless, you never know what you will get, or what you will see. [b]Accesories (if any):[/b] Endless carries every knife known to man, anywhere from a potato peeler to a bowie knife. He is proficient at hand to hand combat; it is actually his preferred means of fighting. And he knows his way around most types of explosives, he will get his hands on him occasionally when he wants to make an explosive appearance.[/size]

[SIZE="1"]Hello all. Well, to answer your question Nessaja, we NEED people to be on both sides. If everyone just joins the Harbingers then this story becomes very boring with no real antagonist coming after us. If it is just generated by us then this suddenly becomes very pointless, if people join the other sides then the interest level increases and it becomes more fun. So I urge people to try for the other side as well, we need every side we can get to make this work properly. Thank you. Endless[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][U][B]Various Races of the World[/B][/U] [B]Playable Races[/B]: Humans- Humans dominate the planet, and many of their species believe that they are the only creatures on Earth. They regard the other races with superstition and disbelief, having created numerous tales about them. They are relatively unspectacular, most unable to use magic, and are slower, less powerful than the other races as well. However, they are the most numerous, and they are rapidly developing more and more technology to match the strength of the supernatural creatures. They are playing an increasingly larger part in the vampire war, having gone from mere feasts to for the vampires to mercenaries for hire. Vampires- There are many myths and tales regarding Vampires and their origins in human lore- many believe Cain to have been the first vampire, cursed for the murder of his brother; some believe that Count Dracula truly existed; others believe, that the race of Vampires were created through magical means. Recently, scientists who deal with the vampires have been performing tests on vampire blood and have concluded that the transformation was some form of mutation [an explanation they give for every mystical creature, it seems]. Vampires look essentially the same as the humans, only with much more striking features. They are more powerful, they are faster, and some, though not many, can utilize magic. Vampires also have the natural ability to adjust their physical age, but they immediately lose this skill in the presence of the sun, and the longer they are exposed to the sun, the faster they will age. They are currently engaged in a great clan war that is rapidly drawing in the other races and setting them against each other as well. Werewolves- Less speculation has been placed into the origins of the werewolves, but most tales involve some dabbling with magic in tangent with the moon?s powers. Surprisingly, most of the tales about werewolves and the moon are false- werewolves can turn whenever they please, and by no means are required to change under a full moon or lose control at the sight of the full moon. That is, however, the time when they are most powerful. Werewolf forms can range from full wolf [the very rarest] to traditional werewolves- large, humanoid creatures enhanced with wolf characteristics. The werewolves are largely different in their views of the Vampire War. Most simply opt to keep from choosing an alliance, and though some have joined the two opposing sides, most, surprisingly, have joined the rogues- they believe that the age of secrecy has come to an end, and that they must usher in a new age of revelations. Sprites- Beings born from magic in an almost entirely human form, they all have some definitive mark that brands them as Sprites- sharp, elf like ears, eyes, hair, and skin all tinted the color of the element they were crafted from; also, located somewhere on their body is the symbol for their element. Their existence is the most mysterious, and they are invaluable assets to whoever may earn their allegiance. Other Races: Ghouls/ Hellhounds/ Elementals- When a creature gives into the most bestial element of it?s nature, it can become overwhelmed and physically begin to degrade and become more animal like. Eventually, they lose all traces of their human, civilized mind and are entirely ruled by their hunger- whether it be for blood, for flesh, or for magic. Ghouls are the vampires ruled by their thirst for blood- extraordinarily gaunt and pale in appearance, they have large black eyes without pupils, and hunch over perpetually. Their strength has been substantially diminished, but they posses an ungodly speed, and can deal successive blows to their preys with such lightening fast speed that it makes up for their low strength. Hellhounds are werewolves who feed on the flesh of others too many times, and stay in their wolf form for dangerously elongated periods of time. They, too, are gaunt, their bodies thin and shriveled, their eyes large and pupil less as well. As time progresses, their wolf forms become more and more animal like, until they look more like hungry hyenas, hungry coyotes, or furry Ghouls. Elementals are sprites overwhelmed with the desire to acquire more magic, and thus have allowed their humanoid forms to rot away so they can house more magic. They are absolutely no threat to humans- even humans having dabbled with magic don?t wield a form powerful enough to be devoured by the elementals. They?re akin to Spectres, barely containing their essence in a physical form, which allows them to phase through walls and posses creatures wielding magic.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Blue"]Please, do not hesitate to make suggestions for any potential creatures that could be met by creatures of our world. If you do have a suggestion, please PM me with the idea and I will consider it. Thank you.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="Red"][SIZE="2"][I]This thread will contain mature material, anything from Extreme violence, graphic scenes, language and possible sexual content. You have been warned.[/I] [/SIZE][/COLOR] [SIZE="1"][I]Blood is a fascinating thing, isn’t it? It is a force that most creatures require to survive in this world. Blood is the defining factor between living and the dead[/I]. A figure sat up straight, and chuckled to himself as he absentmindedly twirled the pen in his hand. The room had a gentle glow to it; an old style flame lamp was providing the light for his moment of peace. He looked around the room trying to get a feel for his safe house; his one retreat from the world. He observed the quaint, calm look of the room, how it was only furnished with a few things; no television, no radio, and no bed. Just a few wooden chairs, a plain couch, a night stand in the corner where the lamp rested on and a small wooden table he was using. He needed to keep it simple; he might not be in this room tomorrow, and they could be miles away from this location if they needed to be. He leaned over the table and looked at the book before him- it was his journal. He was keeping notes and putting his point of views in this book, in case he was ever killed; he could pass this on to his successor. He thumbed through the pages and scoffed; his writing was located sporadically throughout the book. He didn’t care to place his entries in any specific order. He hadn’t had time to really write in his journal, and when he did, he was more concerned with the content then the placement. He soon turned back to the page he was writing on and started writing again. [I]I must correct myself, I mean between the living and the undead. We are the creatures of the night, those whom the humans have told fables about. We stalk the midnight hours and take the prey we need, we feed on the warm fluid that runs through human and animal veins. We are Vampire. But, we have grown into a complex race of creatures. Centuries ago we were but monsters, monsters who fed on the blood of the innocent and guilty alike. We took their blood and it kept us strong, I should know, I was around in the olden days. How silly- I must apologize to my successor. I’ve yet to introduce myself. I am Seraphim Baraccus and I used to be one of the vampire elders. But, events have occurred that have changed my views and made me resign from my position.[/I] [I] Over the past few centuries, vampires have started to grow bored with feeding on humans. The reason for it varies from clan to clan. Some say they grow tired of hunting for their food, others say they think it is morally wrong for us to take life, to take what we need to live. Others, they’ve simply grown tired of the taste of humans; they crave other sources of that life force. As time went on, these clans went foreword with their views and started to find their alternative food sources; some went and fed on animals, others become owners of major corporations and have created a synthetic blood that we can eat and still be strong. I’ve heard it tastes like piss; I am one of the few that still feeds on humans, or steals from blood banks to gain sustenance. While most of the clans have decided to go ‘vegetarian’, the rest of the clans remain traditional. From what I remember, the clan percentage was 80% have converted to an alternate food sources and 20% still feeds on humans.[/I] [I]But, that isn’t all that has happened in these past centuries. Both sides have become fanatical in their beliefs of what is right for our kind. This controversy has erupted into an all out war between clans; a war of ethics, a war of savagery and pointless deaths as I refer to it. They both just seek dominance over us all, and that is something I will not have while I still have a say in matters. The traditional clans, the ones that feed on humans still, they have changed with the times and with the war. Before this war vampire clans were very uniform and were hard to tell apart aside form small clan differences. But, things have changed since that time, the traditional clans have started to specialize in war. They are training their soldiers to be specialized killers; each clan is becoming skilled in one form of war. Some of the clans specialize in tracking and hunting food, another group is training to kill vampires efficiently and effectively. The last few are training to fight against the other creatures of our world, and I must say, they are getting good at what they do.[/I] [I]The war is taking a toll on both sides though, the traditional clans are fighting with very few forces, but they fight with such fury as I have only see in few humans civilizations. And the convert clans are using their numbers to destroy their enemies. And I must say, I don’t know what seems worse, a small group of specialized vampire killers, or a large army that easily could take several cities in one day. But in all honesty, this means nothing to me or my coven. We are part of neither of these forces; we do not bother with this trivial matter of how or what to feed on. We are concerned with the leadership of these clans. As I mentioned before, I was one of the elders and I was a great leader, as many have told me. But, my powers frightened and threatened the other elders. Allow me to clarify, though as my successor, I’m sure you are aware. Some vampires are born with special abilities, most of those vampires born with powers are born mild at best, but those few left have powers that can change the tide of battle.[/I] [I]I am one of those vampires; my powers are what made me an elder. My power is of… I believe the humans call them Necromancers. This power is one that humans have ‘claimed’ to have had, but their “ability” is far different, and inferior to, my own. Theirs takes years to even come close to mastering and even then, they can only see spirits and occasionally summon a creature of minimal ability. Said Necromancers are usually devoured by said creature. But my form, it is the that power in it‘s rawest, most perfect form; however my power does require a conduit of some sort. Even without a conduit I can do many things. But, that is for another time and another place. I will not claim to be a god of any kind, but, I am the fire that shall burn the clans to the ground. I have grown bitter toward those fools who feared me; they thought I would turn on them because of my power and my strength. Well, they have certainly called down my wrath. Those elders, those sacs of blood all hold themselves to their foolish code of secrecy. They preach of how vampires should remain hidden from humans while they make deals and trade agreements with them behind closed doors. They contradict their own teachings, they think that we should remain fables; I think this is not how it should be done. We are far more then humans, we are the walkers of the night. We are Vampire, and we will take this world one step at a time! And we will murder all vampires that do not side with us. We are known amongst the clans as Sagerus Vandras, which is vampire speak for the Rotten Corpse. But, we like to call ourselves The Harbingers. We may be few, but we are strong, we have the fire that propels us forward and the diversity and the strength to succeed.[/I] The noise of his door suddenly opening drew his attention; he looked calmly to see who it was. A newly recruited vampire was standing before him; he rose from his seat and looked upon the young lady in front of him. He put his hands behind his back and cocked his head to the side and scrutinized the girl. He then walked up to her and looked down at her in a way that showed he was use to holding a position of leadership and power. [B] “What is it that is so important that you must bother me?”[/B] The young girl stood to attention, her hands at her sides and her face forward. She had shoulder length brown hair and pale white skin, her gold eyes showed in the lamp light. Her clothing resembled that of the time, plain blue jeans with small tears in them and a tee shirt that seemed just a bit too small for her. She shook a little bit; it confirmed her status as a new recruit, probably just joined up this day. The others feared him, but they had grown to mask their fright. He couldn’t tell how long she had been one of his kind, a vampire, but it wasn’t very important to him at the moment. [B] “Will you speak? Or must I find someone who knows what you have come to say?”[/B] She flinched a little more at his presence but furtively attempted to recollect herself and began to speak with a soft voice that could of melted the hearts of any human. The velvet voice she produced was plenty enough to get Seraphim’s attention; other vampires must have been falling over this young lady fairly quickly. [B] “The lieutenant has told me he has important information for you. He sent me to inform you that he needs to see you immediately sir.”[/B] Seraphim looked at the girl with a cold stare; he turned to his table and gently closed his journal. He touched the cover with his fingers and then slowly slid them off and turned to the recruit. [B] “Very well young one. Take me to him, we have much to discuss.”[/B] The recruit turned away and started out the door, Seraphim followed behind her, closing the door behind him and locking away the secrets of his mind, and walking into the night. Off to start his own personal war on the clans, and bring them down to their knees where he could then remove their heads from their shoulders and make way for a better era, one where the clans were dead, and he lived to see the world change [/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][B]Sign-Up[/B] [B]Name:[/B] [Anything will suffice] [B]Age:[/B] [For Vampires, write the Century you were born; for Humans, write your age, and either works for Werewolves or other mystical creatures] [B]Gender:[/B] [Male, Female] [B] Species:[/B] [Vampires, Werewolves, Sprites- humanoid creatures who derive energy from elemental forces, Humans- however, no humans with the rogues.] [B]Alliance:[/B] [Are part of The Harbingers, a bounty hunter for the Vampire clans, or a member of the counter-rogue task force?] [B] Appearance:[/B] [A detailed description, or picture, or both] [B] Personality:[/B] [A paragraph at minimum about your character so the other members can get a good feel for him/her] [B] Weapons:[/B] [Manmade weapons- swords, guns, etc…- are optional. Most vampire don’t need battle arms per se, but that doesn’t mean they don’t occasionally use weapons] [B] Unique Ability/Special Skills:[/B] [Sprites control one Element, but this is optional as well for Vampires. Most vampires have no powers, a very small percent do, and an even smaller percent can use those powers on a grand scale. Powers can range from fire manipulation, mind reading, precognition, etc… Only one power and nothing to extreme. A werewolves transformation would be listed here] [B]Writing Sample:[/B] [A small segment showing your character in action.][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]There will be a background thread soon enough where it will explain all the creatures that inhabit the world we occupy, it should be up by tomorrow, Sunday at the latest. Please, be creative with your sign-up and have fun with this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Hi everyone, well some people might know, if any, there is this new show on tv called the Legend of the Seeker. What many wouldn't know is that this is based off a book series called the Sword of Truth series. I am an avid fan of this series, I can pretty much tell you everything that happens in all 10 books (except debt of bones, haven't read that one yet) and I am extremely disappointing in this show. I can understand that if someone approached the author of these books (Terry Goodkind) and asked him if they could make this series. But, in truth, it was the author himself who did say it was ok and was there to help produce the show. So, I am very upset that the tv show has turned out to be almost nothing like the books, the very basic story line is the same, but the parts of the story that actually mattered to the plot have been completely removed and replaced with some other dribble that completely changes the purpose of things. All in all, it is not up to par by any accounts and only one character in that show is even close to the origins personality. The rest are far off in their personality traits that it makes it impossible to watch longer then 5 minutes. I will admit I do have preconceived notions of what characters should look like and how they should act. But, when you mess with the story line along with characters, you go to far my friend. Well, there was my rant about how much I disapprove of that tv show. So, I welcome the words of people who have heard of either that tv show or have read the books. I even welcome the conversation from people who have heard of neither and just want to get their 2 cents in. I bid you all, good day![/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Cain had made it back to his home with no altercation, that was a miracle in his eyes. When he got home he managed to effectively hide the axe in his home. He never knew what he was going to do with it, but it was something he need to keep around. He knew he need to find Virgil, the celebration was going to start soon, if you could call it a celebration. Cain just saw it as another opportunity, another year to go across that wall to find even the last remnants of his wife. He needed to know if she was still alive, his dreams were filled with her. Most of the time they were nightmares and the soldiers never made it easier for him. He has always felt that urge, that calling to kill one of the soldiers. But, he knew he wasn't a warrior, he was just a black smith and he wouldn't raise his hammer unless it was to strike hot metal. He walked about the village, seeing how people were preparing the final stages of the festival. Lots of colorful streamers and banners were place all over the town. He couldn't turn his head without seeing something that involved the lottery. The soldiers moving about were not a pleasant touch, they all would stare at him as he moved about. He knew they would try something soon, anything to harass him so they could end him. He ignored them as he walked around, observing the signs of the festival. He found Virgil doing the same, when he bumped into him he patted his friend on the shoulder. Putting a little too much effort into it and nearly knocking Virgil off his feet. [B] "Sorry buddy, i'm just happy to not be roaming around a lone anymore. Those soldiers are always watching me."[/B] Virgil smiled at him and started to clean his glasses. [B] "Well, maybe if you hadn't put up a fight when they took your wife they wouldn't have it out for you.[/B]" Cain just shrugged. [B] "There are few things in this world that are worth defending, she was one of them. I will find her."[/B] Virgil just shook his head, he knew the chances of Cain being picked for the lottery, but, he also knew that Cain was far too determined to be stopped from even attempting to find his wife. Virgil thought about it and realized he never knew her name, Cain never mentioned her unless the lottery was brought up. He never understood that but never really questioned it. He just went about his business, they wondered about, helping where they could to make sure that this festival went on. Virgil could see an Cain growing my antsy with the drawing, he knew he was getting this why because he wanted his name pulled. Probably the only man who wanted to go across the wall, but he knew Cain to do some odd things. As the day was coming to evening, people gathered in the middle of the town, they had set up a large stage area where they were going to pull names out. Everyone was gathered here, and all were silent. They wanted to know who was leaving this village for good, Cain stood close to the stage. Him and Virgil had been there hours earlier, making sure they had a good place to be. Virgil personally would of liked it better to be in the back, but Cain needed to be closer. He needed to be closer to the lottery drawer. There were few whispers in the crowd, he could hear people mention how scared they were of being picked. That they wished that their children or their friends, but more importantly, themselves were not picked. Cain waited patiently until the drawing started, the whispers vanished and all eyes were focused on the man drawing the names. He turned his crank and the names spun around in the round contraption until he felt it was well mixed up. He opened the hatch to his turner and then reached in, swishing his hand around to make sure it was mixed up. He grabbed the first piece of paper from this tumbler and held it up so he could look at the name clearly. He cleared his through to make sure everyone could hear. [B] "The first pick for the Lottery of the Ash'tar village."[/B] The speaker paused for a moment to make sure attention was on him. [B] "Cain Maverin."[/B] A sudden cheer came from the crowd, everyone looked to see who it was. They saw a man with his arms thrown up in a triumphant way, his hands balled into fists. It was Cain, he was celebrating winning the lottery. No one every did such a thing, everyone who was around him scooted away from him. Cains face grew into a smile, Virgil had a look of utter shock and sadness. Cain just patted him on the shoulders again. [B] "I finally get to find her. I'm going to find her, and I will bring her back."[/B] Virgil grab his arm and held back his tears, then suddenly, Cain heard something that changed the mood he was in. He looked up to the speak who had pulled a name out of the tumbler and had announced it. [B] "Virgil De Luce."[/B] Cains blood ran cold, he could only look at his friends as words now failed to form in his mind.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]OOC: Sorry that took so long to post, work is killing me lately.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Cain's thoughts of the entire encounter with the soldiers was, as usual, unpleasant and hassling. The soldiers knew is reputation all to well, and they enjoyed making someone who was rather rebellious suffer for their incursions. He just thought about how he could just tear those guards apart, the only that that separated them from him were their ancient weapons. Otherwise, Cain was a large as any of them, and probably a bit stronger due to his profession. Many had told him he should of joined the forces, been part of those gun toting creatures. Cain never gave it a thought, he enjoyed his work, and the complexity of shaping metal and swinging his hammer to refine the shape of the metal in his possession. Every year he saw the soldiers, how they invaded his home and how they get free range to do as they please always reminds him of his wife. And how she was taken from him through this devious trap they call the Lottery. He had lost many to that infernal Lottery and yet, he was still smiling, still happy about life. He was only really happy because he could be one to get picked. He was probably one of the few that actually hoped to get picked. He had a different motive to get picked, he was dead set on finding his wife. No one knew of his ideas, no one knew he was determined to go across the great wall. But, he knew Virgil too well to think he was completely oblivious to Cains ambitions. Cain finished his meal and stood from the table, picked up his bowl and placing it in the large wash bowl they used to clean their utensils and bowls. After he cleaned them off and placed them in a cupboard he turned back to his old friend and put his cheery smile on his face. [B] "I'm going out to the shop to do some final adjustments on my latest project. Come and get me when they start the festival."[/B] Virgil nodded to him and Cain disappeared from his quaint home. He walked directly to his shop, thankfully it wasn't far from his home and he could easily maneuver away from the soldiers so he could avoid another instance of what happened earlier. He finally arrived at this shop and instant removed his tunic shirt and strapped on his leather apron. He turned up his forge and cranked the bellows to increase the heat. He pulled a pair of clamps off the wall by him and clamped them around a piece of metal he wad been working on the night before. He stuck the metal in the fire and into the hot coals to begin the forging process. He reached for his hammer, stopping only to decided which size hammer he needed this time. He needed to choose carefully, if he picked the wrong size he would have to reheat the metal and start over from scratch. He picked the second to smallest hammer, one that had small head and a chisel point on the other side. He pulled the metal out and hammered the metal lightly, shaping and crafting this piece of metal into what he envisioned. This was his work, this was his metal, it belong to no one except him. He grew more engrossed in his work, losing a sense of time and of place as he was getting lost in the rhythmic hammering of his work. The noise, they hitting of metal against metal was rapture to his ears. It was soothing, violent, creative and time consuming. It was so many things to his trained hands and it could only be appreciated by one trained in the craft. He slowly came back to reality as his work slowly came to a halt, he made the last few taps against the metal and then looked at his work. He then quenched it in a large bucket of water, the sizzle of hot metal touching water, the sudden rise of the steam. He pulled the object from the water and looked over his work. He placed it aside as he took a seat on a wooden stool. He grabbed the object and observed what it was once more, a dagger he crafted just for him. He smiled at the work as he reached onto a table to his left and grabbed a whetstone. He began to sharp his work, he knew it would never do him any good but it was worth having as a feeling of safety. He began to slide the piece of metal against the metal edge, the scrap of metal being whittled away as an edge was being created. He stopped when he heard a clatter in the shop, he looked up with the dagger in his hand firmly. He expected to see an intruder trying to steal from them, instead he found his master, having tripped over a stool Cain had moved for some other project he had last night and didn't put it back. His master gave him and unhappy expression and Cain just shrugged at him. His master was well into his 50's, probably in his 60's. But he still looked as strong as an ox and as fit as Cain was. His master grabbed the stool he tripped over and moved it so he could sit closer to Cain. He put one arm on the table and looked at his apprentice. [B] "I see you got a new toy there."[/B] Cain smiled as he continued to sharpen his dagger. [B] "Yeah, I do. Took me awhile to make, since you never trained me to make weapons. Several failed attempts but I think I got right this time."[/B] The ring of stone on metal was persistent as Cain sharpened more. [B] "You know that if they find you with that, they'll kill you."[/B] Cain nodded to him. [B] "I know. That's why I won't let them see it."[/B] His master had a stern look on his face, Cain focused his attention on the blade in his hand. His master shook his head and stood from his stool and walked to the back of the shop. Cain hadn't noticed until he saw something shiny in his face. He looked up and saw a half-moon axe in his masters hand. He looked at the curved handle and the way the axe itself counter balanced the handle. His master held it out to him and Cain reached up and grabbed the handle, he tested the weight and marveled at is craftsmanship. His master sat down again. [B] "That axe was made for a customer years ago, he was picked for the Lottery about fifteen years ago and he was never able to pick it up. I kept it ever since, and now, I think it would come in better use if you have it."[/B] Cain looked up at his master. [B] "There is no way I can keep this, you made it, its yours."[/B] His master shook his head. [B] "Not anymore, I have a feeling it'll be more useful for you."[/B] Cain held on to this gift, and he couldn't help but feel excitement and dread as he stared onto the weapon. He could only imagine the damage this could do. He gripped it tightly in his hands and looked to his master. [B] "Thank you master. I will value you this forever."[/B] His master showed a small smile, one that looked like it would of cracked the serious face of this old blacksmith. He then stood from his stool and let out a long breath. [B]"Now, you should be off. I'll finish your dagger and give it to you before the days over. Now, head on home."[/B] Cain nodded and stood from his stool, he walked over and removed his apron and put his tunic back on. He then grabbed a large piece of leather and wrapped the axe in it, then took a sheet and wrapped it again. He let the shop, a new prize in his hand, thinking of how he was going to get home without being seen by soldiers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Cain Maverin [B] Age:[/B] 30 [B] Gender:[/B] Male [B]Village:[/B] Ash?Tar (Modern day Nevada) Appearance: Cain stands at a height of 5?10? and has a thick build; mainly his arms are stronger due to his constant swinging of a hammer on an anvil. He has light brown eyes and short brown wavy hair. He has a gentle face and gentle disposition was well, he wears the general blacksmith wear of leather apron and sleeveless shirt and leather chaps over his cloth trousers. But outside of his work he wears a black tunic over his white sleeveless shirt and regular trousers with rather plain boots. He has browned skin and a thin beard that looks pretty close to five o?clock shadow. [B] Occupation:[/B] Blacksmith [B]Background:[/B] Cain was born into a farmers family, never grew old enough to be able to help his father with reaping the fields or helping him plant. But he was old enough to remember everything until he was moved away from his family. When he was about eight years old, he remembers clearly when he experienced his mother being chosen for the lottery. She was pregnant at the time so in Cain?s mind he always counted that as two people being stolen from him. He never really had to deal with his depressed father after that happened, he sent his son off to be an apprentice to a blacksmith in another village. Cain went against his will but still went, and learned the trade so that one day he could be with his father again and he could take care of him. That dream was shattered when he was nineteen and a messenger had arrived to the Ash?Tar village, one that Cain thought looked familiar from his boyhood days. And indeed it was a familiar face; it was an old childhood friend he had before he was sent off to this village. The young man had carried the message all the way from the west coast village he was born in and informed Cain that his father had killed himself, hung himself in his house from the sever depression of his wife being take from him and being so alone since he sent Cain away to become a blacksmith. Cain officially took note that his entire family was now gone. The tragedy, for Cain Maverin, does not end with the suicide of his father. When he turned twenty-five, Cain took a wife of his own and he was happy for a time, they were married for two years before she was picked for the Lottery. He fought hard to keep her from going, but, the soldiers proved to be too much for him, especially when they put a bullet in his leg and then beat him for attempting to save his wife. She was taken and he has yet to see her again, Cain still loves her so deeply and so very much that he still holds her in his heart. Hoping one day to be picked for the lottery so he can go across the wall and find his one love. [B] Personality[/B]: Even with all of this tragedy and absolute heart break he has experienced, Cain still manages to maintain a cherry disposition. He always seems to see the brighter side of things, he never lets anything get him down, not for too long that is. He always fights for that he thinks is right, even when the masses see it as the wrong thing. He is not super human in the least bit, he feels the weight of the world on him and even he can fall under its pressure. But, he doesn?t stay under its hold for long; he gets right back on his feet and keeps moving forward. He sees that the end is always worth the sacrifice and worth the effort, regardless of how close to giving up he gets. [B]Color[/B]: Black[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"] OOC: Hope this is good, I couldn't find a good real life picture that made the Blacksmith part feel right.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]I am all for this rp, the ones i've been joing have just been falling apart and not really moving along. So, a short one would be perfect. I liike everything about it and it will be a very interesting adventure to be a part of.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Well, I am pretty much screwed with these laws. They probably execute me on the spot if they get a hold of me. Anyways, I was wondering what could possibly count as Treason in this world. I mean, everything is so corrupt that you could probably bump into a government official and be called on treason. God only knows.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]The darkness was the kind to the Endless, it cradled him in its cold embrace and he accepted it. He was doing what he knew would benefit his brother, he was remaining unseen, undetected by these poor excuses of people. These men, these criminals understood nothing of what it meant to be a true villain, what it took to survive in a world where even the kindness person was full of evil and malice for his fellow man. He reached into his pocket as his brother was lecturing the men on what it meant to be the best you could be. He pulled out a small container and then unscrewed the lid, he placed the lid under the container and then dipped his fingers into the black substance and took out a generous amount. He then glided his fingers across his face, starting from his noise and going across the left side of his face. This war paint was just a new part of his current personality, he was in a mood of utter hatred and calculating menace that lurked in the darkness of this shady warehouse. He saw as the mod boss was speaking down to his brother, and how well his brother handled the situation. Endless knew what would of happened if he wasn't following a strict plan, one him and his brother concocted as they were coming to meet their current employer. He remembered clearly the wicked look his brother had when he had ideas, but, his brother kept the idea to himself. The Endless didn't mind, he knew his part was clear, he simply had to wait until his role brought up. He didn't know when it was, Alexander simply told him he would know when it was. But, he trusted his brother so he would wait. He skulked the darkness, moving around them easily and smoothly. He killed several of the perimeter men, bringing them down with little noise. Maybe they made a small peep but nothing to draw attention. He listened intently as he murdered in cold blood, doing what came very easy to him. Many people in this city were still pure in the sense that they hadn't murdered, The Endless was miles and miles away from that innocence anymore. He had killed countless, he couldn't even remember all of them sometimes. [B]?Sorry, no can do. I?ve only met a handful of criminals who?d make a respectable Black Zeitgeist? And I think Drake would do a better job than you.[/B]? His brother spoke his name, and he suddenly looked around. He was filled with wonder and worry, he didn't know where he was or what was going. He simply saw his brother and was about to go to him. Ready to weep in his arms has his brother simply took care of him as he always did. He look one step when something happened. [B] ?Who the fuck is Drake--?[/B] He heard his name, something he had forgotten so long ago. He instantly became something so wicked that it took only a moment for him to react, he had forgotten who he was and was someone new now. But still, he was always The Endless, that never left him alone, he would always be the same Endless. The dark abyss that swallowed up everything in its path, he was on the mob boss without any problem. His wicked smile was on his face, a chuckle trying to escape, he didn't let it, knowing it would turn into a chilling laugh. He had no time for such a laugh at this time, it would come later. After this man was dealt with properly. He leaned in to speak into his ear, his raspy voice escaping with wicked intentions spilling from his lips. [B]"Drake, you say? I watched a Drake die once? You wanna know how??[/b] He stuck the man in the side, he was focused on this man alone, the world around him melting into obscurity. He was suddenly in his own world, and he had brought someone new to experience the pleasure of it. To anyone else, the insane nature of his little world was enough to make criminals lose their senses. The Endless made sure to speak to him slowly, cutting with every letter of every word, he delighted in every scream, every plea, every whine for mercy. He didn't understand the word, mercy was not something he ever permitted. He recanted the details of the night their sister was brutally murdered, of the rape she endured from under the fat greasy man. He told the mob boss every every blow to his sister, he re-enacted every hit, every bash, every cut, every single injury inflicted on his poor sister. Or, rather, Drakes sister, this was not Drake Eckhart, this was a whole other monster. After he explained the whole mess,in disgusting way of glorified violence and brutality, he finally spoke of the death of Drake Eckhart. Still cutting away at the man as he explained in vicious detail of the sick things he did to Drake Eckhart, of the way he twisted and changed him into something impossible to recognize. Into something that could survive this horrible world, something that was stronger. He had a sickening smile on his face as he replaced his knife he had used to cut apart the man, and then pulled another out from under his trench coat. This one was a wicked looking blade, a saw like edge is what he enjoyed about this knife. He never left home without, he always did one of these execution on these kinds of jobs. His cold blade touched the warm throat of this man, he was about to draw it across his throat and let his delicious and warm blood spill all over the warehouse floor. But, he heard a single word whispered into his ear and a gentle hand to reassure him that it was safe. He blinked and shook his head lightly, he had come back to the world around him and released the broken man. He held the knife loosely in his hand breathed slowly, he looked around in a serious manner. His expression cold and unfeeling, just the way he was on the inside. Nothing affected him anymore, he could hear the mumbling of his brother to the crime boss, but he listened to little of it. He let it all soak in, the blood that was on his knife, his hands, his clothes and the sheer ecstasy that flowed through him from the recollection of it all. He observed his brother turn and snatched up the money they were to be paid. He came back to the man, and was looking at his brother. The Endless simply stared off, looking around, occasionally looking at the broken being laying on the floor in pain and in terror. He heard his brother speak of how being tough was not enough to be the best, the best required some insanity. The Endless thought about what that meant to him, it meant that you had to be willing to do whatever it required, being impaired in the mind was the only way to achieve this status. You need to be able to even withstand fear, fear was that killed lots of people. The Endless feared nothing, he felt nothing that would ever hinder him, he didn't even fear death. It was just another place for him to destroy, another place he couldn't wait to burn. When he heard the gun shot he came back from his own world, he looked as the man screamed and his brother kicked him. [B]?Okay! Okay! Drake! Drake!! DRAKE!!!?[/B] He tightened his grip on his knife and pulled the man up. Snatching what hair the man had and made sure he was looking up at him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he let the breath escape and opened his eyes. They had narrowed and showed that distinct look of a mad man, a terrible smile spread across his face, he licked a little bit at the scar at the corner of his mouth. He placed the knife on the mans throat, he spoke in a new voice, this one was smooth but full of venomous intent. [B]?Drake, you say??I watched a Drake die once.?[/B] He drew the blade across and the man did his best to scream as his blood spilled out. The Endless' laughter escaped this time, and it grew in moments, turning from a small chuckle to a hysterical and terrifying laugh. He cut away at the mans throat, doing as he had done several times before, his laughter perused as the cuts became deeper and deeper. He eventually reached his spinal cord, Endless released his knife, leaving it lodged in the mans throat. He grabbed his head with both hands and violently twisted, his neck snapped instantly. The Endless finished sawing the head off and held it by its hair, his laughter continued as he held the dripping head and the bloodied knifed. [CENTER][U][I][B]Later that day[/B][/I][/U][/CENTER] The Endless was fast asleep, this was the worst time for him, everyone, including his brother thought he slept so peacefully, this was not so. This was when it would hit him the worst, every memory every created, even false ones were slammed into him. He was indifferent to them all, he laughed at them all, he coward from them, he fought them, he destroyed them, he did everything to them. His personality was the most sporadic in his dreams. He shifted into a new person every moment, there was nothing but the Endless see of people. He was asleep in the passenger seat of their newly stolen car, or one they had purchased, he couldn't remember. He was sleeping quietly, still changing and fighting in his mind. Memories of countless murders, dealings, jobs, assassinations, drug deals and shipments, and whatever else came their way was shown to him. But, this time, new memories were presented to him. These were of his childhood, when him and his brother would pretend to be super hero's, feeling they needed to save the world. He saw his mother telling him that he could change the world with such a kind heart and soul. The Endless could see into his brothers mind as well, his brother could do the same. He probably knew of the torment of his mind, maybe he was lucky enough not to know. But, he saw his mothers gentle face, and his fathers reassuring aura that made them feel good about themselves. He suddenly felt the car stop and woke suddenly, his eyes filled with a lost innocence and as if he was lost. He reached out, trying to find his only source of comfort. [B]"Alexander, Alexander! Where are you? Where are we? Where are you?"[/B] He said frantically, using both hands to find his brother. He felt Alexander's hands grab his and then he felt his brothers arms cradle him. He weeped openly, his brother simply shushed him and had a smile on his face, whispering to him to be still. Alexander always took care of him when he was like this, made sure to reassure him that everything was ok. The Endless looked up after he was doing tearing. "[B]We need to save these people, we have to help them. They will be lost without us, mother told me so. She told me we could save the city. Please, we need to save them."[/B] Alexander smiled and patted his brother on his back. [B]"Of course we will save them, we will make sure they are all going to be ok. You just relax, we will save them all."[/B] The Endless smiled as he hugged his brother, he thought of all the good he was going to do. Of all the kind things he would do for these people, of how he would stop the terrible intentions of these awful people. His smile grew as the thoughts grew, as they became more pure and more awe inspiring. He let go of his brother ans relaxed in the chair, his brother kept driving and kept smiling. The Endless was smiling with him, but, even with the kindness in his voice and thoughts, you could still see the sick and destructive mind of a killer. The Endless knew nothing right now, he was simply lost in his ideology and future intentions of amazing deeds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name/Alias:[/B] The Endless [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Occupation:[/B] an elite opportunist, taking whatever job or whatever chance to have their way in this corrupted world. [B]Weaponary/Skills:[/B] Endless has a wide variety of weaponry, his favorite weapons are knives and anything that can be used in close proximity, he has knives in every pocket, but changes them out with other weapons such and retractable batons up his sleeves, cudgels under his trench coat or anything that can provide a pleasant crunch or slice of the body. He is also quite skilled in hand to hand combat, he likes to look into his victims eyes before he murders them in cold blood, he likes to say he sees more of their personality when he kills them with his bare hands, but he really just enjoys watching them struggle and hearing them gurgle for mercy. Endless does carry an automatic machine gun, this is strapped around his back occasionally, when he gets lazy and just decides to shoot something. But, he lacks any real precision and just sprays when he can. He can hit and cripple vehicles easily, but that’s about the extent of his fire arm capability. His brother is the sharp shooter of the family; Endless also just enjoys blowing things up because explosions make for more fun and more interesting for him. [B]Description:[/B] Endless stands about 5’10” and has long black hair that is shoulder length, he ties it up or leaves it down depending on his mood. He wears a light trench coat at all times, the color is always black and it is the only piece of clothing he wears that is constant. Other wise, Endless changes his outfits daily, mismatching whatever he can from whether he wear gloves to the style and color of his shoes, even the type of socks he wears changes with the days, sometimes hours. He has a strong but tough jaw structure, kind of squared, his face has some marks here and there, self inflicted due to his unstable nature. He has a scar that starts form the left corner of his mouth and ends at mid cheek, another is a slash in his eye brow and the last is a few inches below his right eye, about a three inch line straight across his face. He sometimes covers up his scars, usually no more then covering up two of his marks. He likes to see the disturbed looks as they see what he did to his own face, but, he doesn’t remember sometimes that he did it to himself. He has dark green eyes that show madness and kindness in sporadic moments. With Endless, you never know what you will get, or what you will see. It is sometimes a treat, or a final look into the soul of an endless abyss of darkness. [B]Personality:[/B] Endless is a special breed of person, he is technically classified by most psychologists as “Super-Sane”. This term means that Endless is in a constant state of change, he develops new personalities all the time. This means he could be from any as a hero, with perfect morals and pure intentions, to the deranged, to a psychopathic killer who is bent on seeing the world burn around him. It’s impossible to tell who you will be dealing with when you meet him, and it is impossible to negotiate with him in any mind set. His brother Alexander is the only one who needs not fear him; he is the only person Endless even recognizes. With Endless’ twisting personality, it is more often then not you will see a dark twist of him. He favors brutal methods of killing due to his twisted past. Because of this, you could meet anyone from mad dog killer who murders on impulse, or the brilliant master mind who thinks of every angle to attack from. Due to his condition, he does not feel fear, happiness, sadness, grief, depression, or other emotions like normal people do. He welcomes death when ever given the chance; pain is something he enjoys inflicting, and receiving. The only thing that is truly genuine about Endless is his laugh. Yes, like the rest of him it changes in tone or pitch with the personality currently in control, but, no matter what, it still has a chilling effect, makes common folk cringe at the sound of it. Even makes the black hearted criminals wonder about the sanity of him. His laugh shows the danger that lies beneath his ever changing exterior. [B]Biography:[/B] Endless grew up in a nothing home, nothing ever happened to him and his family. His mother and father just did their best to maintain a normal life, trying to make ends meet in a corrupt world as best they could. Endless and his brother Alexander are twins, fraternal twins but twins none the less. They played together, wrestled around all the time. Fought whenever they could, tried to see who could race to the bathroom first, they did everything normal brothers did. They even harassed their sister, Carilyn, she would get so annoyed with them and they would both just laugh and run off as she chased after them, trying to pummel both of them for bugging her. Endless was a normal boy at this time, his eyes were a light green and they were filled with a sense of hope and kindness. His mother always liked to tell him that one day, he would grow up to be the one to save the city. To be the one to change the government and get rid of all the crime, that was when he was just a young boy. His father was just as kind as his mother; he was a hard worker and loved his family very much. He did everything he could to make sure they could survive in this terrible world. His father would play with his sons even after a hard days work, he made sure to never lose his temper with them, or scald them just because he could. He did his best to try and instill good morals in both of his boys and his daughter. But, a father could only do so much for his children, and when his children finally think for themselves, they do what they want on their own. Endless was only a boy, when he started to become independent and adventurous. He loved to sneak out at night and explore his home in darkness, or walk the streets, he was careful not to be seen. Lots of people would of murdered him without a seconds thought, so he stalked the streets quietly, going a littler farther every night. After awhile, he started to notice his sister would also disappear during the night. She was a teen by this time, getting ready to turn eighteen or nineteen. This is when she started to disappear into the night, Endless never knew where she went, but he knew he needed to know. When the time came, she was nearing her twentieth birthday, Endless decided to follow her. He needed to know what she was doing at such hours of the night; he felt this pull, this urge, this impulse to track her in the dead of night. In all honesty, he should have ignored this impulse; he should have slept in his bed that night. But, he didn’t, after his sister had vanished like she had hundred of times before, he followed her. Stealthily tracking her until she reached a corner, Endless could see where this was going but didn’t want to admit it. He saw his sister in a tube top with a mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Her stockings were torn in some places, where fingers had gone at them and her heels were starting to lose their shine. She had a cigarette in her hand and looked disturbingly disgusting to his pure mind, but to the disgusting eyes and thoughts of the people of this city, she was top grade meat. Endless watched carefully, concealing himself in the shadows as someone came in a nice car, he couldn’t tell what it was in the dark but he could see the window roll down and his sister bending over to talk to whoever was inside the vehicle. Within a few moments the door swung open and she climbed in, he could hear the whorish laugh she let out as fingers reached out and yanked her into the car. The car drove slowly off and Endless followed as best he could, he lost sight of them a few times but managed to follow them all the way to a run down house. It was good enough for a place to take your prostitute and then dump her there when you were done. Endless came to a window, he could see everything in a small room. He saw a greasy, fat man with his arm around his sister’s waist. She let out a fake laugh, he was clearly drunk, but he was in a nice suit, one that showed he had power, and plenty of money. He tossed his new whore on the crappy bed that was in the room and quickly undressed himself, he laid on top of her and started doing to her what grown ups did. Endless could barely keep from crying as he watched his disgusting man violate his older sister; he ducked away from the window once so that he could catch his breath, and try to calm down. When he came back to the window, he had seen that the man was done with her. He was buckling up his pants when he made a whistling noise, a group of unsavory men, to say in the least, came in to the room. All of them had twisted smiles and some had blunt objects in their hands, Endless say a horrible grin spread on the face of the man has he told the men to do as they please. His sister screamed for mercy, the men didn’t listen; she tried to defend herself as best she could, but there was just too many for her. They beat her ruthlessly and savagely, laughing and prodding at her as they beat her to a bloody pulp. She was broken in so many ways, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even cry because it hurt her too much. Endless could just stare in utter shock as his sister lay limp on the bed, the savage men soon parted and the greasy, fat man drew a wicked looking blade. He had a sick smile on his face and he yanked his sister by her hair. Endless stood in utter horror as the man reached down with the blade and slit his sister’s throat, her blood shot out everywhere, covering the walls in her precious fluid that gave her life. The wicked part was when the man sawed through her neck, cutting muscle and arteries and finally bone as he completely removed her head form her body. Her face stared in disbelief, through own swollen eye and a broken face. The man simply laughed has he tossed her head aside, sending it through the window that Endless had been looking through. The head landed up right, staring right at Endless, he couldn’t understand what was going on, and he seen so many things. So many thoughts ran through his head at such a fast pace, he felt like everything was crumbling around him. And then, he felt something snap, he could feel everything change in an instant. And, a smile spread across his face, he chuckled as looked into the eyes of the head, his laughter grew as picked up the head and then tossed it aside. He ran home after that, in a state of delirium and sheer mania. After he had climbed through the window back into his room, he couldn’t help but let the laughter out and his brother Alexander went to him. Endless spoke of what happened, his personality changing with every new detail of the story. They story changed sometimes with the telling, something would happen that really didn’t, other times it was glorified for its actions. The rest was the truth, and Alexander simply comforted his brother with a smile and nurturing attitude, Alexander from then on did his best to take care of Endless. Endless began to forget his real name, sometimes it would come back, other times it was like a dandelion in the air. Floating around without a chance of catching it, Alexander would remind him sometimes, when his parents would talk to him. Other wise, he wouldn’t bother, he knew that his brother was never going to be the same. He still took care of him, making sure his newly developed nature would not draw any attention to Endless. This, all suddenly changed when the boys were eighteen, Endless had done things in the mean time. He tortured animals for fun; he helped people when they were desperate for money or some security. He also had the urge killed when left alone at night, he always resisted the urge, that was his last shred of humanity left, until the fateful night of his parents death Alexander and Endless were getting older, Endless heard a noise in his parent’s bedroom. He noticed the door cracked open and decided to have a peak, his shame was long gone at this point. He could see his father on top of his mother, thrusting into her and hearing her moan and the bed rock and shake each time. The memory came back, but, not as a memory, it came back as a scene from a movie clip to Endless. He saw some of the scene being played out, and he knew how this would end, even if he had to make it end the same way. Endless went to the kitchen in their house and snatched up a cutting knife; it looked like a miniature machete. He walked back to his parent’s room and barged into the room, his mother and father had stopped doing what they had been enjoying for quiet a while now. He had the knife tucked away in his belt and jumped on top of his father and started to beat him, pounding him with his fists, snatching the lamp from the night stand and smashing it against his fathers face and body. Making sure to break his father’s bones where ever he could. His mother tried to stop him several times, but he brushed her off, he was far stronger then both of them. Alexander knew how strong he was, kids around the neighborhood knew he was the strongest. And the quickest as well, he needed to be if he was ever going to survive in this city. After he had beaten his father to an unconscious state, he pulled the knife from his belt and slit his father throat. He let all the blood spill out before he began to saw at his neck, he could hear his mother scream as he sawed away, letting out a chilling laugh as he cut all the way through and held the head high. Endless can’t recall what had happened to his mother, but he knew she was dead as well, he had found her body that same night. Endless was changed forever; he no longer had any humanity left in this kind of mind set. There are times where he is a pure hero, but, it’s hard to find that kind in Endless. Only his brother, Alexander Eckhart can bring it out of him.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE="1"]I hope this is not too obscene for readers, or for this particular RP. Enjoy the twisted thinking of my mind.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE="1"]The streets were dark, the sun had just dropped behind the horizon. This was the optimal time for most predatory creatures, when the darkness covered the eyes of those who were always fleeing for their lives. But, the predators weren't always hunting the prey, some were hunting the more vicious predators. A figure steadily creep through the darkness, staying close to the walls to avoid the lamp light, behind the figure several more figures followed. All of them doing as the first did, moving through the darkness to their destination. When they came to a tavern they entered in small groups at different intervals of time, to avoid arousing suspicion about what they were doing. They all acted casual at first, some sitting at tables in large groups, others sitting at the bar and the rest stood on walls pretending to be uninterested in the world. This was all just a ruse, not very clever, but since it wasn't obvious what these people were doing it didn't matter to the scant amount of soldiers and loyalists sitting amongst them. Soon enough, the large group started conversing with one another, it was a wide variety of men and women. Some of them were young, others were older, all of them were there for the same reason. Sometimes, soldiers tried to approach the women, but men would act quickly and put their arms around them okiss them to force the soldiers to retreat. They always did it with a grumble, and an oath under the breath that they would do terrible things to these people if they caught them out in the night. Soldiers started leaving, and common people who weren't with these people soon departed to their homes. When the groups were left alone, the all quickly head to the back of the tavern. The owner of the tavern was leading them to where they needed to be, his keys jingling as he walked through the halls that narrowed so that only a few people could walk through side by side. He eventually came to a dead end, he knocked on the door three times in rapid succession and then twice more slow intervals. He then back away from the wall and a piece of the wall slid open, a pair of eyes looked into the dim hall way. [B]"What is the single law of the land?"[/B] The guard said through the door. [B]"Justice comes to all."[/B] The tavern owner replied [B] "What happens to all who try to avoid justice?"[/B] Said the guard [B]"Darkness falls on them with a swift diligence."[/B] The guard slammed the slot closed and then the wall began to recede and it opened up into a wide corridor. The guard was a large man with a weapons belt across his waist that held a crescent moon axe, short sword, and a mace with a spiked head. He had another sword strapped to his back, several knives and daggers and a few throwing knives on his forearms and a hard look on his face. [B]"You may pass, the others wait for you."[/B] The guard said with little words, he raked his fingers through his blond hair and kept a steady gaze on the people who passed by with his clear blue eyes. When the last person had passed he closed off the entrance and secured it, he then followed the people, keeping an eye on them. When the group of people arrived to where they were needed to be they found themselves in an underground hallway, one that must of been made long ago for some reason. It was now being used for a different purpose, the large group soon saw that there were several more people here. Over a hundred people stood in the halls, waiting for the event to begin. The large stone support columns towered over the people and the stone working around looked as if it had been carved just the day before. It was an exquisite sight, the walls were lined with ancient tapestries that remained in good condition. Each depicted something different, one showed a bloody war being fought. The gore being shown with bright reds and the dismembered parts scattered on the drawn out battlefield. Another one showed a little town being over run by monsters, things that would claw their way out of your nightmares and the deepest pits of the underworld to rip you apart. Several more depicted serene scenes of happy people and of forests and rivers and lakes and water falls that would make you smile if you saw their beauty with your own eyes. The people were so drawn in by these tapestries that they barely noticed when everyone was cheering for the mysterious man to appear. Soon enough, he did appear, a small group of men escorted him out and then disappeared into the crowd. The man walked on to a platform that had been erected for this purpose. He had his wrapped in a blue and red scarf to hide his face, all you could see were his eyes and the scar under his right eye. He stood tall, he had a muscular build and was much bigger then these people though he would be.A thick frame seemed like it would impede this man form moving, but it did nothing but add to his terrifying look of already being masked and his eyes that seemed to know everything and see everything. Everyone cheered as he looked out at them, observing their reactions to his coming. He raised his hands to quiet the crowd and they followed obediently, he once again took a few moments to look into these peoples eyes an gauge their feelings. He took a few breaths through the scarfs, trying to relax himself as he remembered the words he was suppose to speak. [B] "My fellow people, I am the one so many of you have heard whispers about. The one that has attacked so many camps of our government, I lead those raids on the God Bots men. And for that, I am wanted, they know not my face or my name and because of that they ask you people to be the one to turn me in." [/B]He clasped his hands behind his back and kept his steady gaze on the crowd, he stepped down from the platform and started walking among them. [B] "I know this sounds like a tempting offer, I myself have found it to be a pretty significant reward. But, I can't very well turn myself in for that now can I."[/B] He heard a few small laughs through the crowd, he let out one himself, the smile was able to be seen through the scarfs. [B] "But, that is also a temptation for you. All of you are tempted to do as the God Bot asks, who can blame you. You are all so comfortable in your ways, in your routine and I use to feel the same. I enjoyed the mundane and the trivial, it was all I needed in my life to keep up the illusion of nothing being wrong with this world. With this God Bot and his ruling, but that all changed as I became more educated. As I steadily began to open my eyes to the world around me. And what I saw horrified me, it left me in a state of such disgust and anger." [/B]He looked at the peoples faces as he paused in his story, he stopped walking when he was in the middle of the crowd. He let his arms fall at his sides. [B] "I saw people who didn't care, I saw people who were so willing to let their loved ones and family just disappear and not do anything about it. And I also fell into this sort of thinking, they weren't my family, I didn't need to bother with worrying about them. That was a foolish move on my part indeed. You know what they say, what you do always comes back to haunt you."[/B] The man let a sad grin crease his lips, a tear slid down the side of his face. [B] "My mother and younger brother were taken, they just vanished, and when I asked the people if they knew what happened, then the most surprising thing happened. They all acted as if she and my brother never existed, that was the most terrible thing I had ever experienced. When you see people you knew from boyhood years suddenly turn their backs on people they loved and cared about. You know what it means to be evil, you understand what evil looks like, when others refuse to fight for life, they become part of the problem."[/B] He stood tall as hardened his voice and the determination people could see in his eyes. [B] "You are all the ones you can see far more then those people could, you are willing to do so much more to free these people. You are their saviors, you are the light in the darkness. We will be the hand of justice in this broken system, we will be the voice of the righteous. The government, the loyalists, the soldiers and the people who refuse to see will hear our powerful voice ring though the earth they stand on. No one can silence us, we will be the force that shakes the very foundations of this entire world!"[/B] The people cheered as his fist went up in an instant, held over his head, everyone followed suit and cheered loud. Praising him for speaking such truth to them, none of them noticed the single man walking through their ranks moving closer and closer to their leader in the middle of the group. He drew a small knife from under his clothes and focused his attention on the red and blue scarfed man. When he finally broke the final circle around the man he screamed at the top of his lungs. [B] "No one will bring the God Bot down! You will all die! All hail the God Bot!"[/B] He lifted his knife high into the air and began to bring it down, everyone watched horrified as they saw this assassins knife coming down. Everyone gasped as his knife made contact with another blade, the steel of one of the guards that had escorted the man out. The assassin looked to the guard who blocked his knife, and his eyes opened with shock. He was staring into the deep blue eyes that penetrated his very soul, and the scar under his right eye. He wore a hood that covered his muscular build, but he still remained compact in size, several inches shorted then the man in the red and blue scarf. His sword came up swiftly and severed the hand that held the knife, the man screamed for a just a second before the sword made the trip back down and cut the man in two, right down the middle. The man sheathed his sword and then removed his hood, showing the face of the true leader. The man in the scarfs removed them and showed his blond hair, he ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head to let his hair air out. [B] "My people, I apologize for the deception. It is entirely necessary that the enemy knows not what I really look like, I trust you all to remain quiet about my identity. But, I am the real Karazhan Drasheen. Many call me Kara for short, I trust each and everyone of you now. You have all been inducted into the resistance. And together, we will prevail!"[/B] The crowd cheered again, the body of the man was dragged out by to large guards.[B] "All of you must know, that every time someone else will be talking to you. Each of them will look like me, some you be able to tell the difference, others you might not be. It is yet another measure I must take to protect myself and the cause of this resistance. Guards."[/B] He said in a commanding tone, all of the guards that had escorted the decoy out removed their hoods. People gasped in awe as they saw all of them looked like him, some taller, some a little bit shorter, some with black hair, some with blond, others with the same brown as him. All had the same facial structure and the same penetrating blue eyes, and all had the same scar under their right eye. They all bowed to him then hooded themselves again and disappeared into the crowd. [B] "I again apologize for this, but the deception is require to maintain this resistance." "How do we know your the real Kara?[/B]" A man yelled from the crowd, mumbled agreement through out the crowd. [B] "That is the point, you don't know if I am the real Kara. Anyone of those men could of been the real Kara, but, you must trust me on good faith. If anyone of you suspect I am not the real Kara, the enemy will be confused as well." "How could you ask these men to do such a task for you? This makes you no better then the God Bot and his mask that hides his identity."[/B] Kara let out a sigh inside, he showed no emotion on the outside. [B] "I did not ask these men to do this, they volunteered for the duty. My lieutenant, that many of you met on the way in, suggested the idea. I have thousands of people willing to die for me, and I live with the burden of having to send them to fight one day. Now, we have more important matters to attend to."[/B] He walked through the crowd, to the platform and stood before the masses again. [B] "All of you must return home now, the sun will be rising within a few hours and you must all go about your daily lives. I will send word to you when we are to meet again. Go in peace my friends, for today, we have rooted the resistance into the very soul of this world, and it will take more then an army to tear us out."[/B] He turned away form the people and hooded himself again, the guards appeared and he melded into the group, lost to their conformity. They disappeared into a room and the people left in a hurry, eager to get to their beds after a night like this. Once they had entered the room, all of the men removed their disguises and revealed the weapons they wore. Kara removed his as well and revealed the armor he wore and his gauntlet on his hand and his sword at his side that had just moments ago removed an assassins head. He seated himself at a table and gestures for his guards to sit as well. They all took their places and waited patiently for the lieutenant to appear, several minutes later he walked through another door and stood before the table, he saluted then looked to Kara. [B] "There has been news of something happening and Daphner Run, we won't know until the morning."[/B] Kara nodded. He stood from the table and looked around the room. [B] "All of you get some rest, we'll need it if we are going to continue with our efforts." [/B]The men stood from their seats, saluted and left the room without saying a word, Kara's lieutenant came and sat beside him. Kara relaxed in the chair, his lieutenant leaned forward on the table and placed his face in his hands. Kara looked to his lieutenant, and let a small grin crease his face. [B] "Its been interesting, hasn't it Benjimin. Almost lost a man today to an assassin, god only knows when the next will strike. Or how many make it through our ranks, and god only knows how many remained hidden today. It is such a hassle to change locations so often."[/B] Benjimin just sighed. [B] "Well, not much we can do. We have to just keep moving if this resistance is going to work." [/B]Kara let out a chuckle. [B] "Get some sleep Benjimin, we have a lot coming our way."[/B] He said has he stood from his chair and walked out of the room. He stayed up that night, sleep was difficult for him. He watched the rain fall, and the sun rise. All he could do was wait, and see if something would come his way to change their luck.[/SIZE]

[INDENT][B][CENTER]Anora Native[/CENTER][/B] [SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Karazhan Drasheen, Kara for short [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Brief Bio:[/B] Kara was born and raised on Anora, he was just a simple farm boy living off the land with his parents and his younger brother. Every year he would do the same things: plow the fields, plant the seeds, care for them with his father and sometimes his younger brother would tag along. Then he would reap the field with his father and they would keep as much as they needed to last through out the winter and sell whatever they had left over for new things they could grow the next year. And this what his yearly routine, he didn?t mind it at all, he wasn?t involved in much when it came to the world around him and didn?t really bother to try. But he was deeply involved with the village around him, when he was nineteen he attended town meetings and did what he could to take care of the village he so proudly called his home. But, life didn?t stay this simple, he didn?t just plow fields and harvest crop, he read books when he can. He figured out that if he was better educated on anything, he would provide a better use when it came to the economy and society of his town. He read up on many things, and soon enough he became involved in the political world outside of his world, and found that it was rather dry and started to wonder why. He slowly came back into prospective of his own town and started to see it was slowly getting smaller, people he once knew and had spoken to only a few days ago were suddenly disappearing. And what struck him as even more odd is when he asked others where people had disappeared to, they would simply say they didn?t know who they were talking about and would ignore the subject ever again. He couldn?t understand what was happening and why people kept vanishing, it only hit him hard when suddenly his younger brother vanished along with his mother. His brother was eighteen at the time and Kara had just turned twenty-six. That?s when he couldn?t tolerate this any longer, and found he couldn?t stand the villagers any more. He felt disgusted and dishonored to even be associated with people who would so readily forget about people because they were afraid. He finally decided to leave when his father passed from sickness. When that happened he knew what he needed to do, he first sold anything he possibly could form his home, and then sold his family home and the fields. He acquired much wealth from this alone and set out, first trying to determine if the mysterious disappearance were occurring in other towns. It was rather difficult to get people from other towns to tell him about the disappearances, but a little bit of gold can go a long way when in the hands of a careful trader. He found from each new town that people were vanishing randomly, and ever person taken was random as well. But with plenty of time, effort and shrewd business practices he managed to obtain information that told him the government was directly responsible for these people going missing. But, since he was smarter then the government would of liked, he knew he couldn?t just go from town to town screaming out what he had learned, he had to be discreet and quiet about this. So from then on, he started to go from village to village spreading the news quietly. Mean while, he hired a personal defense trainer, he wanted to learn how to fight incase he ever need to. This lead to him diving into the world of the art of assassins, he learned their technique with surprising ease. He soon was confident enough in his own ability that he found his leadership skills grew until he was the rebel leader he is now. He recently learned about the two super soldiers who escaped, while many details escape him, he understands that if he was to obtain these two he could over throw the God Bot and free the people. [B]Description/Image of character:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/945942_20080528_screen011.jpg"][I]Kara[/I][/URL] [B]Items/Weapons:[/B] Kara likes to keep his weapons simple, like his beginnings were, he has a gauntlet on his left hand that he uses for grappling moves and destructive attacks. He also carries a Falchion sword at his waist, and has a dagger belt around his left thigh. He also keeps an assortment of items that he could use on pouches around his waist. [/SIZE][/INDENT]

[SIZE="1"]I recently saw the Dark Knight and everyone knows what I am going to say from here. About Heath being the best, most believable Joker I have ever seen (I happen to be quiet twisted so i was laughing hysterically with each punch line, albeit it was sometimes unnecessary but still amusing to me.) Dent was a believable character as well and defiantly inspired that feeling of the true goodness in the city, When Rachel went I almost crapped myself, i really couldn't believe they had done that and it left me in awe and shock. The Pencil trick was personally my favorite trick and I will watch the movie many more times just to see his prestidigitation of the whole situation. Next bit I will go on about is the next villains that should come into the picture, penguin is not an option in my mind because he wasn't a good villain and isn't very believable. Catwoman has been done twice and she wasn't that good in either movie, Riddler has been seen once and I would like to see the twist they give him. To see how they shape him into one of the masterminds of the old batman comics and show. On a another note of Joker, not everyone is gonna like him, and the reason why he can blow someone to hell, kill people senselessly and maim anyone he sees he can; Is simply because he is "super-sane" as is one of the reasons they say he can be the way he is. Anyone not read the wikipedia on him, this is for you. Joker is, as I said, super-sane. He is in a constant state of personality change to cope with the reality of the world around him, which is why he can execute horribly graphic and brutal jokes with a twisted smile on his face and his most excellent and terrifying laugh. Of course this is only one of the theories on why Joker is the way he is. But hey, I only know so much and for all I know, the writers simply made him a psycho with a funny disposition. And to finish this off, i leave you with the best quote of the movie. From Joker : "[COLOR="Purple"][B]Why[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR="SeaGreen"][B]so[/B] [/COLOR][COLOR="Red"][B]serious[/B][/COLOR]?"[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]P.S. I really just wanted some reason to say it :D[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Personally, for me, the shortness does not take away from the over all quality of this chapter. It may have only been a short chapter but it defiantly put the senators and the protectors relationship in perspective. Also the infiltration of the warforged facility the man that can't die proves to be an interesting look into these mercenaries. Even if we only got to see through the eyes of the Nameless One for a short period of time. But all in all, this could shape up to be very interesting in the least, and at the most, be able to stand up to its title of an Epic crossover. Still waiting on SoT to make an appearance, but, I'm sure this will be good regardless.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]This looks like it could be epic indeed. I'm just a little upset that SoT characters didn't make the cut. Oh well, better luck next time huh.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name: [/B]Dra?shun Crash?tuk but, many just call him Doc [B]Age:[/B] Doesn?t like to talk about it [B]Race:[/B] Cajavel [B]Position:[/B] Doctor [B]Homeworld:[/B] Sar?ish- Doc?s home world is one of a very rough environment, its full of wastelands and thick jungles. The creatures that live on this harsh world, that has two suns and very heavy gravity, have adapted or died from their own weight from the intense gravity. Doc?s kind is no exception and since they are not one of the top predators on his planet they sometimes find it difficult to exist, but they manage because of their intelligence and their metallic bodies. Physical Description: Doc looks like most Cajavels do. He is odd looking and his kind are looked upon as creatures that exhibit no traits of being able to interact with people. But, he is far more then this. Even though he is lengthy and can be a quadruped creature, he can effortlessly change to a bipedal being and he stands at a decent height of 5 feet 11 inches. Doc keeps his body covered up to keep from drawing too much attention to himself. And he gets enough looks for the single glowing eye he has. [B] Traits, Tricks, and other behind the sleek maneuvers: [/B]Doc?s body is very unique, beside the fact that he is a species that is shrouded in mystery and unknown. His body has no bones, so he is unfathomably flexible and can contort his body in several different ways that seem rather impossible. His sleek design also makes him good at many different kinds of free running movements, able to slide through tight spots and get away with ease. His other unique abilities come from his own large eye and the special design on his body and his very powerful AI system. His eye is always recording and taking in information, it constantly records vital information and stores them in the ever expanding brain he has. His other abilities come from his intelligence, able to read and assimilate the information into his systems to make it a primary function if needed. He can also read up on different professions or job skills and make them function almost as quickly as he read about them. But, he has specialized his body for two primary functions, the first and fore most are the abilities of a skilled doctor. This in collaboration with the tools he has implanted in his fingers so his needed utensils are easy to gain access to and are always sterile before use. His secondary function is of a fighter, he has no weapons in his body, but he just uses himself as a weapon, using his agility, intelligence and sleek build to make himself an effective weapon. His last interesting strength is his great survival capabilities, since he is an organic machine, only his skin is organic while he is still circuitry and metal. This entitles that fact he can survive out in space. He can shut close the pours on his skin that the skin doesn?t die in the oxygen absent environment. This allows him to explore outside the ship without having to use a space suit. He can also magnetize his hands so he can walk on the metal walls and stay hidden when needed. [B] How you came to be a part of Saklaus[/B]: Doc came to be part of the Saklaus because he found his skills weren?t being used to their potential on his home world, so with the help of some of his friends on Sar?ish, he shuttled himself off his planet and into the universe. He hoped his skills could be used to help the many different beings that inhabit its worlds and have come in contact with one another. He came in contact with Jonathan Shepard only a few months after he had left his home, he had landed on another new planet, hoping to spread his help better then the last, since the last had run him off the world for being a horrendous looking being. Jonathan showed Doc a sort of kindness and respect he had not received since he had left Sar?ish. Doc had asked Shepard if he was in need of a medical physician, Shepard need a proper doctor since his line of work would often put him in danger and possible get him injured. So, he took Doc in to Saklaus and gave him a new home. Doc soon proved himself a few weeks later when they had hit a meteor shower and a micro-meteor pierced right through the hull through Shepards left thigh, almost cutting his artery in his thigh. Doc had only taken a few moments to stop his bleeding and fix him up new. Jonathan healed up twice as fast and had no scar from the near fatal hit from the micro-meteor. He has treated crew members ever since with his skills and his equipment he brought from his own shuttle. Plus a little improvisation here and there. [/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Hunter had gotten off the plane without hesitation, he was anxious to get off so he could locate Obsidian. He didn't like the fact that he had to leave him alone, in such a world where a Roc was a very valuable creature. Not many were in the world, and only Hunters kind had any insight to what a Roc could do. He knew if someone had stolen his bird, that they would use it solely for the reason to kill it and take its plumage and its valuable organs. He quickly rushed outside the airport to see if he could spot the great animal. He heard Abaddon yawn as he walked beside him, completely uncaring and devoid of an concern for Hunters other companion. [B] "Where is your great bird Wing Rider?"[/B] Hunter huffed at him irritable, still searching the skies for the Roc. [B] "You sound far to calm for my liking, if Obsidian is lost you will help me find him. Without him we are grounded, and I will forever be removed from the Wing Riders." [/B]Abaddon chuckled a little, and spoke without the use of a mouth, the dark figure taking a new shape as he spoke. Everyone that walked by them unable to see him or even know of his presence. [B] "Calm yourself Hunter. Your foal will show itself in time, hopefully soon though."[/B] Hunter ignored Abaddon for the time being. He looked harder into the sky, then reached into his shirt and pulled out a silver whistle. He put it to his lips and blew steadily into it, no sound came from the whistle. He blew it for several seconds then stopped and lowered the whistle, he listened closely. He soon heard the screech of his companion, the familiar sound was comforting and reassuring. The Roc quickly landed before Hunter and rushed to it, and then petted its feather head. Grooming it quickly and then reaching into his pocket and giving it some treats for flying so far on his own. He patted its neck and then walked around to its back to make sure the harness was still in place. He tightened straps and then patted the Roc's back as he lead it to a near by pond and let it drink. He let the bird take some times to rest before mounting up and securely strapping himself into his seat. He grabbed the reigns and nudged the bird with his knee. He spread its great wings and took off into the sky, he had just barely heard people gasp and some people awe and the Roc. He smiled anew as he felt the wind rush past him and the freedom that came with being a Wing Rider. He heard the voice of Abaddon as he rode through the sky. [B] "I sense something has gone amiss. There is something bad happening Hunter. Go that way."[/B] Hunter knew which way he was saying without even having his Prophet point it out. He instantly made Obsidian turn in that direction and flew quickly and agilely through the sky toward the disturbance. They soon saw the massive form heading for the energy pool that was Hunters original destination. He was about to pull off to the side when he heard Obsidian screech in a new tone. He knew the tone meant he had seen something Hunter had missed. He looked over quickly and saw that the Rock was screeching about. Two people were trapped in the Energy pool room, the monster heading right for them. He looked out with realization in his eyes. [B] "We must slow that monster as best we can." [/B]He then heard gun shots from off in the distance, he looked out and saw the figure standing there with guns in his hand. He sighed to himself. [B] "Ok, so we have to slow the monster and make sure that guy doesn't hit us by accident."[/B] Abaddon scoffed. "Sounds like fun, you ready for an interesting fight." Hunter smiled as his left arm turned and odd color and his fingers elongated and turned into thick, long blades. [B] "As ready as i'll ever be."[/B] He then directed Obsidian to a dive toward the creature. He was gonna make first contact with the beast, and hopefully get it to stray off course. He could only hope as he gripped the reigns in his right hand, and his left was held out, ready to strike out at the approaching behemoth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]The grass swayed gently in the wind, the sea of lush, green vegetation was a beautiful sight. All of the plant life was flourishing in this place, as the wind caused the tall grasses to bend and form a wave a loan patch refused to yield against the wind, a patch of grassland that wasn't allowed to bend, the weight on top of it was keeping down while the loan young man looked into the sky. His hands behind his head and his left ankle was placed on top of his right knee. He bounced his foot casually as he stared into the blue sky, clouds breaking the blue her and there. But, he could tell that the winds were blowing in a storm towards his home. He simply sighed as he listened to the wind. [B] "We could be doing something more productive with our time Hunter."[/B] Hunter laughed a little, a friendly smile on his face. [B] "Well, this is productive for me. Gives me time to get away from the busy life of everyday things. Besides, Obsidian gets a good stretch out here. He has all the freedom to fly around as he pleases."[/B] Abaddon sighed at him. [B] "You should still get a move on soon, we can't miss this pilgrimage to see the great one himself.[/B]"Hunter let out a loud laugh. [B] "Oh yes, he is the great one. He has been alive for too long, he was meant to die. But, he still lives, I see that as unnatural and completely wrong."[/B] Abaddon chuckled. [B] "It is indeed unnatural. But, none the less, we must see him. He is a symbol of the great Prohetism faith. It would be good for your unclean soul to see someone as pure as him."[/B] Hunter just shook his head at Abaddon, and rolled his shoulders. Soon enough he let out a heavy sigh and sat up, as he did, a massive shadow passed over him and he watched as the great Roc flew over and passed him. He smiled as he placed two fingers at the tip of his mouth and blew, letting out a loud and high pitched whistle. The Roc instantly turned and dove for the ground, landing gently and perfectly in front of Hunter. The Roc's feathers were a gold color with reddish tint hidden in the plumage. Its crest was clear and flamboyant to all who ever saw him, the harnesses strapped across its back and body remained secure and didn't hinder the legendary birds flight or the riders ability to control him. He pet Obsidian on the side of the head, the bird twisted and turned to get the best scratch it could possibly get from his rider. It cooed and let out pleasant noises as it received much wanted attention. Hunter simply smiled and continued to marvel at the coloring, size, and affection the animal showed toward him. But soon enough, he heard the sound of Abaddon clearing his throat. Hunter simply sighed. [B] "Alright, fine. We will head toward the airport to meet up with that group. From there I can learn where we are landing and have Obsidian meet us there." [/B]Abaddon grinned as he nodded at Hunter. [B] "Sounds fair, young Wing Rider."[/B] Hunter grabbed the gloves that were securely attached to the harness and covered up his calloused hands. Then fluidly mounted the bird, he secured the straps and made sure eh was tightly secured. He gripped the reigns and gripped them in one hand as tugged a little on them, Obsidian spread his wings and instantly took off into the sky. Holding its legs close as it soared higher and higher. Until it reached the proper altitude and coasted on the air ways, the Roc was easily going forty miles an hour, but from up in the sky, it seemed like they were just floating along. Just watching the world below them go on about their lives as the Wing Riders soared the skies. He smiled as he felt that rush of freedom and let out a boisterous laugh as he guided the Roc toward his home first. He needed to inform both his parents that he was leaving, and that Obsidian was going with him. He could only imagine how that discussion would go along with his parents, he thought about a few possibilities. The most apparent and likely were either his parents would immediately reject the idea, or would be very pleased he was taking and interest in seeing the holiest man in the world. He would find out soon enough. He thought to himself as he was gently coming down to his home, getting ready to pack his bags and set off on an adventure he would never experience again in his life. [COLOR="Red"]OOC: I hope this is good for now. [url=http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/?action=view¤t=Roc.jpg]Roc. [/url] This is to show the size compared to a human. Roughly, might be scaled down a bit more.[/SIZE][/COLOR]