Darth Vectis

[size=3]Valium had sat patiently in the meeting area, waiting for everyone else to make their leave as he mulled over things that had been discussed, or more specifically what hadn't been discussed amongst them all. Questions arose in his mind and answers seemed to be few and far between to this ever rising tide of inquires that threatened to drown him if he didn't stem it somehow. He would have been lying to himself if he said that what was going on between him and thally didn't bother him, and it only seem to get worse as time went on. He was more than willing to work out something with her, find a middle ground where they could start anew. But, she seemed more intent on fighting him and dismissing the whole thing, it constantly baffled him and always seemed to be a frustrating en devour with her. He had been ready to go after her, to try and talk to her one more time to day and at least broach the subject once more and try to make something happen, but he decided against it as he realized how flustered he already was just thinking about it. He instead decided to focus on other things, he needed to think about something else so he could clear his mind and try to relax just a little bit. He decided to head back to the farther reaches of the old ship, passing through a few pneumatic doorways before reaching the room that they had converted into a sort of makeshift gym area. It was a way for everything to get some exercise during the long journeys, even though at this point Valium had to improvise on weight sets for his size and strength. He laid back on the bench that he had to reinforce to support his body and lifted the steel bar and the weights he started his regiment. The task becoming so routine, it gave him time to think about what was going on. Valium was one of the only people on the crew that had a more, flexible job and he put everything he had to good use. He let his mind wander then, knowing he had his best ideas when he let his focus fad from the subject on hand and let it finds the answer for him. Valiums primary job on this boat was to be the muscle, to be the go to guy for when things got violent, but that implied more than just being the strongest and combat savvy. It almost meant he needed to be smart, he needed a way of thinking to make himself a step ahead of the next problem they would come up against. It was something him and Nick could get behind and actually work on together, they were one of the best teams for that and both had common connections and both had their own connections to get their job done efficiently and quickly.[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]"I wonder if we he is contact Mengsk, maybe Carmen would have a lead that we could follow. Iâ??ll need to think about it more; maybe Nick has a better idea.â?[/b] He still kept pressing away, with the lack of poundage, all he could do was reps and he was nearing 125 at this point and he still had several more to go before he started to feel the ache. He pushed out ten more before setting the bar back down and sitting up on the bench as he leaned into one of his hands. His mind quickly started to wonder again, and this time into a place it shouldnâ??t go as he suddenly started to think about Thally again. This time his mind drifting to a more, risqué time between them, in a small place just like this in a time long before. His mind trying itâ??s best to maintain the rational though, to keep him calm and cool but his heart beat furiously. And his gut instincts were some of the best anyone could find, his instincts were always right and he always regretted not taking its advice. He was sold then, standing up he removed the weight off the bar to keep from buckling it and then cleaned his hands before starting his walk through the ship. He was making good progress until he was suddenly hit with a smell he knew all too well. He quickly realized where he was standing; looking at the door he couldnâ??t help but think about what was going on behind there. He had been in Arsenics room dozens if not hundreds of times, but he always felt odd going in there. It was like walking into a whole other world, the pristine nature of it all and how well maintained everything was, it was always awe inspiring and slightly creepy to Valium. It also always put him in a constant mindset of how dramatically different their worlds were. Whereas Nick had converted his quarters into almost a mobile commander center, and an armory of guns of all kind, Valium fell into more of an older degree of fighting. He enjoyed the face to face conflict, whether it was with his fists that he wore custom made Brass Knuckles to fit his dinner plate sized hands. Or carrying around machetes that were about the size of a knife in his hands, but the one weapon he truly enjoyed using above all was a mace he had spent almost 3 years crafting from multiple parts and metals. He had only ever had to unveil it once, but it had given him such a chill when he held it that it was impossible to forget. His mind steeled then, the urge fading away as he knocked on the door, three taps, one tap, four taps, and two taps. It took a few moments but the door hissed open, Valium pushing his way into the smaller room forcing him to slough just a little bit more than usual.[/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??Hello Nick, Captain.â?[/b] He nodded his head to both, a great big smile on his face as Arsenic simply gave him that cold look that he gave everyone. Only his eyes told a story, and it was a vague one at that, Morph gave him the obvious look of annoyance with a slow blink to further strain the point.[/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??How is everyone right now? Are we enjoying ourselves? How about a cookie?â?[/b][/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??Why are you asking me about cookies? Arenâ??t you supposed to be working on something?â?[/b] Morph said in her normal way, her body told him a story that many wouldnâ??t have seen. The way she propped herself up, the way her shoulders were hunched and the way the muscles moved in her face, it always told him far more then she would ever say to him. [/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??I thought I was, I have a few people that might be able to help us with some leads for our run in with hope. I need Arsenic to go over some other choices; it seemed like a good idea. Or I could roll around on the ground for a couple hours, thatâ??s always, fun.â?[/b][/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??You canâ??t even fit on the bloody floor, let alone roll around. â??[/b][/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??Damn, my plan is flawed! I guess I can only talk to Arsenic then.â?[/b] He did his best to put on a boyish smile, it wasnâ??t so easy when you could clearly see his vibrant art work under his collar and his arms decorated in ink. And he was the size of a car, but that was a fact he was willing to ignore for now.[/size]

Name: Alexander Mason; Prefers Mason Age: 23 Gender: Male Clan: Obsidian Crest Symbol: His symbols is branded on his right forearm, making it easy for all to see where he belongs. Race: Alpha Appearance: Mason is considered one of the pride and joys of the Obsidian clan; being a Alpha he is both strong and fast. His height is almost tower like and 6â??5 and his body built like a body builder as he had focused on making himself anything but weak. He has sandy brown hair that is cut short, and emerald green eyes. He likes to keep his face clean shaven and his clothes well kempt as he does everything to make his clan proud in him. He also has a bit of a tribal feel to him as he has an armband around his left bicep that is woven and braided with the bones of some of his more well known ancestors. He wears it all the time and lets no one touch it as it is a very valuable family heirloom. Wolf Appearance:[img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/2136353-van_helsing1.jpg[/img] Personality: Mason is very headstrong; he has looked at every challenge in his life and overcome it with nothing more than his own strength and his own wits. And because of upbringing, he is a tad bit arrogant when it comes his status and his ability over other clans and other werewolves. He also hold traditional values and the old ways closer to his heart the others do, having a closer connection with some of the older Werewolves, he has always strived to bring those values back and acts rather harshly towards those who disregard those values. He strong believes in the pack, and knows how useful other clans are but he will always have a deep feeling of superiority over them all. Thoughts: Mason actually enjoys the blending of the two species into one school, more interested in how the interactions will be rather then the politics of the whole thing.

Hi all, I'm in dire need of some good art work in a short amount of time. With today being 4/14, I need a drawing within this week. I'm going to a tattoo convention later this week and being told on a last minute basis I am in desperate need of a good, fantasyesqu idea as that is something I typically enjoy. If anyone is up to it I only ask you make detailed enough, and don't use too much black where it kind of obscure features. And if anyone is feeling particularly brave, I have a character of my own that I would like to seen drawn up at some point. He is an average sized male, little bit of definition in him, he has short cut hair and a goatee and he typically wears a leather vest and cloth pants with boots of that era. He has a chain wrapped around his waist with one dagger on each side of his waist, I'd like the handles to look different from each other and finally he has a tattoo on his back, i don't need or want to see the whole tattoo just maybe it peaking out from his vest on to his shoulders. He does have darker skin then average, but that doesn't matter too much as the image will be black and white. One final note, is he has a cat companion, I'd like it to look interesting in like patterns on its fit and what not but that's completely up to you. Alright, well thank you all for who read this and I hope I see something before the convention comes up.

I am do excited for this game, after kind of letting it fall to the way side and then watching all the videos and seeing how they revamped all the classes I just can't wait to play this game. I'm gonna head to GameStop later today and preorder it, I got that very same email today so I'm all jittery for it now.

[size=3]Azriath watched as his fellow Name Bearer walked off, his footing shaky and his hands lightly grazing the walls. He could see his friend trying to be discreet about it but years of careful observation and paranoid glances over the shoulder made his eyes sharper then most. He couldn't know for sure the cause of Hawks discomfort, but he knew it stemmed from Jerico and that was obvious to him and Hawk alone, a problem that arose when you inducted criminals into their order. Azriath knew that he Jerico was once a child molester and a rapist, his taste in girls would have been enough to have him killed by anyone in the order, and fortunately for Jerico all that kind of information was held on to by the two Name Bearers and Magistrate. As long as they kept this to themselves, dozens of Forgotten would remain safe amongst their brothers and sisters. After seeing Hawk disappear around the corner, he moved with a purpose in mind, his body language and his hard face showing to everyone that he was not a person to even approach right now. His hands were balled into loose fists, his arms swinging lightly as he turned the opposite corner of Hawk and quickly found Jerico once more.[/size] [size=3][b]"Jerico."[/b] Azriath said in one firm word and everyone in the room instantly shied away from the one person that had been picked out of the crowd. Forgotten members who had been speaking to him suddenly went about random tasks, some even looked like chickens who had just gotten their head chopped off. Aimless roaming that Azriath didn't bother with acknowledging the others as Jerico stared at the Name Bearer wide eyed, sweat buidling on his brow as he tried to find his voice. [/size] [b][size=3]"Ye-yes Azriath?" [/size][/b] [size=3][b]"You attended the meeting did you not?"[/b] Jerico could only nod as the Name Bearer crossed his arms, pausing to leave Jerico to quiver a little longer in his boots.[/size] [size=3][b]"Then you know where we are going and what we are doing correct?"[/b] Once again, he could only nod his head.[/size] [size=3][b]"Good, pack your things. You are coming with us, you have one hour."[/b] Azriath turned away then, walking away as his arms fell to his sides and he disappeared from the room as quickly as he appeared. As he wasn't sure what the problem Hawk had with Jerico, he determined it was the only thing he could do to make sure nothing happened while they were gone. He was prepared to head back to his room when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, something running behind him cause him to turn his head just enough to see one of the younger women rushing toward him. Azriath let out a sigh as he moved aside for her to run past, but she instead stopped directly in front of him, he could only raise a brow as the woman gathered her breath.[/size] [size=3][b]"Azriath.... I-I need"[/b] He held up his hand to stop her from taking, the message deteriorating as she gulped for air.[/size] [size=3][b]"Catch your breath first, Circe was it?"[/b] She nodded as he gathered herself, Azriath mentally patted himself on the back for remembering her name. He sometimes forgot people, and he was slightly impressed he had done so well with so many Forgotten. He waited patiently as she finally calmed down now, standing up now she began talking. Looking her over, he could see she was a somewhat plain woman, her features didn't stand out and her eyes were a muddy brown, but her skin had several freckles dotting her cheeks that gave her a somewhat appealing look. He truly didn't care that much about how she looked, her clothes however were very strange compared to most of them. Wearing a vest instead of a shirt, it covered enough of her body and the vest itself was made of leather, a rather rare material since animals were scarce these days. Her pants were several different pieces of clothe stitched together and her shoes were nothing more then slippers made with pieces of the scrap leather that came form the vest and planks of soft wood. Her plain brown hair was cut short, barely touching her jawline, but it did a well enough job framing her face.[/size] [size=3][b]"Azriath, please come with me Kahlan needs your help right now. She's not well."[/b] Azriath looked at her skeptically, he knew Kahlan had been missing from events for the past few months, but the details had escaped him initially, but he always found out what as going on sooner or later. He nodded to her, she turned then and hurried off the way she had come, Azriath following behind her at an even pace as they quickly came to Kahlan's room. This was one of the few that still had a door let, giving the best privacy that most of the women were given. Circe pushed the door open and gestured for him to come in, holding his hands behind his back he walked into the room and Circe quickly closed the door. Azriath instantly noticed a curtain separating the room, his eyes opened wide for just a second before a memory of his clinic days suddenly hit him and he felt his rage rise up inside of him. Not waiting for Circe to move from the door he quickly stepped for ward and grabbed the curtain, tearing it from the ceiling where it had been nailed. His hands clenched so hard he hadn't been able to let go of the curtain as he saw the woman with something in her hands, her arms cradling a little form wrapped in a blanket and his anger peaked as he started to breath harder. Kahlans eyes were on him now, shimmering blue eyes full of sadness and welled up with tears as her lips creased into a frown. He finally tossed the curtain aside and rushed forward, standing over her as she laid on the cot with several pillows acting as back support. He looked at the bundle of blankets in her arms and saw the small round face, its eyes closed and its mouth parted as it slept quietly. His face showed his anger, his entire body stiff and slightly shaking at what he was seeing.[/size] [size=3][b]"Who is the father?"[/b] He said between gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving the small face before him.[/size] [size=3][b]"Malgus, it's Malgus."[/b] Circe spoke up as Kahlan seemed unable to speak at all, simply looking at the Name Bearers angry eyes and trying her best to hold back her tears.[/size] [size=3][b]"Go get him, now!"[/b] He commanded with such force that Circe tripped over her own feet before rising once more and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind her in her attempt to flee. Azriaths chest was rising and falling quickly, his breathing harsh as he could see what they had done. He had suspected this was the cause of her disappearance, but he hadn't pursued the matter as he had more taxing matters on his mind. But seeing what he did now, he realized he should of pushed much harder, he should have attacked this head on and discovered more quickly what was going on, they could have avoided all of this. But now, it was going to be much harder. He removed his jacket, his own rage generating more heat then he needed, showing off his tattooed arms and the soft ballistic vest he wore in the chapter house. He heard the door open once more, keeping his eyes on the baby before him as he heard heavier footsteps enter, and a softer one about to walk in the door.[/size] [size=3][b]"Outside Circe. I do not need more eyes for this."[/b] He saw the look in Kahlans eyes, her dark hair sweeping over her face, plastered to her skin through sweat and tears. He had also heard a sudden intake of air from Malgus behind him, peaking one eye over his shoulder, he saw Circe's meek form exist the room with the door closing behind her. Malgus' eyes shifted between the Name Bearer, a figure who had ultimate authority within the chapter house, only falling under Magistrate himself. His hands became clamy and his eyes shifted about as he felt his throat getting dry, sweat beading down his bald head.[/size] [size=3][b]"Azriath, sir, I don't know what to say I just-"[/b] Azriath held up his hand then, Malgus shutting his mouth instantly before Azriaht lowered his hands once more.[/size] [size=3][b]"Do you understand what you have done? Can you comprhend the consequences?"[/b] Azriath turned then, his eyes focused on the man before him. He could see the fear and the despair on his face, a man known for his hardness and his strength. Who now found himself against an original memeber of the Shadowtombs and a man who was best known for his hard and even cruel methods in mantaining the order.[/size] [size=3][b]"I didn't know we were celebit as the Forgotten?"[/b] Malgus said, trying to diffuse the tension anyway he could. The joke only seemed to make Azriath angrier and he suddenly rushed forward, a hand thrown outward and colliding with Malgus' throat. The force pushing him against the wall, Azriaths hand clenched down on his windpipe and the struggle began.[/size] [size=3][b]"Is this a game to you boy? Is this all one big joke to you? Can you even understand what you have condemed this child too? Can you?!"[/b] Azriath clenched harder on his throat, his adrenaline surging through his body as he gritted his teeth. He watched as Malgus clawed at the hand holding him, his face turning more and more pale as the moments ticked by. His attempts at pulling the hand away getting weaker and weaker as the air dwindled from his body, his body starting to go limp. Azriath felt the need to just squeeze harder, but he let his sense take hold once mroe and released him, Malgus coughing as he took in heavy gulps of air. Kahlan was weeping behind them, holding her baby closer as he let his temper cool just enough to keep from killing Malgus.[/size] [size=3][b]"You have to get rid of the child." [/b]He saw their eyes open wide and a look of shock on their faces.[/size] [b][size=3]"We can't! This is our baby!" [/size][/b] [size=3][b]"And you know the consequences! Your baby now has a name, and if you keep the baby and it grows up, your child its now a weapon against us. Do you want to watch the Thinners kill your child?"[/b] He saw their eyes, he heard the weeping from Kahlan and Malgus going to her side to reassuer her. Azriaht kneeled down and lifted his pant leg, pulling out his Tac tool, he gripped the knife in his hand as he stared at them with intent in his eyes. Malgus rose when they saw the blade, standing between Azriath and Kahlan.[/size] [b][size=3]"I won't let you do it. You can't kill our child."[/size][/b] [size=3][b]"I'm not going to do it, one of you are."[/b] A flare of rage appeared in Malgus now, his stance firm as he was ready for a fight.[/size] [b][size=3]"I refuse to do it."[/size][/b] [size=3][b]"You don't get a choice anymore. You broke our rules, rules set in place to prevent the Thinners from getting and upper hand. You disregarded everything for a night of passion. You knew what would happen, this is what you have to do!"[/b] Azriath could see that malgus was defeated, his shoulder slumpped and his head hung low with his eyes closed and his hands held open as he sat on the cot beside Kahlan. Touching their foreheads together, he could see the sadness in her eyes, her crying lighter but still evident. Azriath may have been genuinely angry, but now he was doing something far more cruel, he was putting them through hurdles to see how far they were willing to go. He flipped the blade in his hand and held the handle out, they whispered between themselves before they both nodded. Malgus reached out, taking a hold of the knife in the Name Beares hand, Azriath held on the the blade tighter then he should as Malgus pulled it out, slicing open Azriaths palm. Revealing to both of them how sharp the blade really was, how honed the edge was over all the time Azriath had kept it. He saw Malgus hold it out, the squared edge pointing down toward the bundle he then saw Kahlan's hand rise up and grip Malgus' hand. Both of them touching the knife handle, and then he saw something he had not been ready for; he saw a determination in their eyes to fix what they had done, to correct their mistake. See their connection ,seeing their commitment to what he had not only told them to do, but had commanded them to do and his own memories flared to life once more. He felt his heart thump heavy in his chest and his mind swam with the memory of his own family, and what had transpired around them. He reached out then, placing his bloodied hand on their hands making both of them look up at him right then.[/size] [size=3][b]"Take a moment to breath, we have one other option now that I see your commitment to our cause."[/b] He saw the light reutrn to their eyes, he kept his face cold and made sure they didn't get any hope from him.[/size] [size=3][b]"What is our other choice with our boy?"[/b] Kahlan finally voiced out loud.[/size] [size=3][b]"We give the child to one of the towns we visit, but after we give him to a family, you two can never visit him. You can never see him again. These are the conditions I am setting, but if you reject my terms now, I promise you that you will have to end his life by your own hand."[/b] They nodded their agreement, the mood still grim but they understood now.[/size] [size=3][b]"If you don't decided by the time we leave for the town, I will kill him myself. And I will make sure [i]everyone[/i] sees what happens."[/b] He took the blade from their hand, leaving a bloodied hand print on the both of them. He replaced the knife and picked up his jacket, Malgus and Kahlan stayed connect for a few more moments before he say Malgus head rise up.[/size] [b][size=3]"What do you mean 'We leave'?"[/size][/b] [size=3][b]"You two are coming with us now, you have to see this through. You have one hour, be prepared with your decision."[/b] He put his jacket on then, leaving the room with a firm thud and seeing Circe standing near the door as he gave her a hard glare before walking down the hall. He reached into one of his side pockets of his cargo pants and pulled out a gauze wrapping and some ointment, he applied the gel material and wrapped his hand carefully, makinger sure it was secure enough but loose enough to keep the blood circulating. [/size][size=3]He hoped he hadn't made a mistake with those two, but would know soon enough.[/size]

Valium 'Val' Carson Carson stood on deck looking at the world through the harsh yellow smog that engulfed the world around him. The lenses of his mask making the world narrower and hissed with every filtered breath he took. Time seemed to stand still has he tried to look out at the world and only see muck and darkness, his eyes shifting to look over the ship even though he was standing on the top deck. There was only flat surface for most of it, save for the one tower that served as the brain of all the operations. And it was more like where Morph would shout her orders and the clarity of those orders always depended on her mood. Valium smiled under the mask, turning away from the smog and making his way to the lower levels, coming to one of the pressurized doors. He a digital number pad on the door, punching in a few numbers the door hissed and a loud clang followed as the door released. He grabbed the handle with his massive hand and pulled it open effortlessly, stooping over heavily to step into the lower decks and pulled the door closed behind him. The locks clanging back into place and the hiss following before he tore his mask off, he set it aside and removed his gloves next. Once they were tossed aside he rubbed his head where the mask had clung to his skin, feeling the slight indentations on his bald scalp. He could also feel a little fuzz on there, thinking to himself about needing a shave soon. He removed the rest of his protective clothing, hanging it up or placing it in its proper container to be sterilized from the outside world. He ducked under the support beam to get out of the room, but was able to stand at his full height of 6'10". He did almost touch the ceiling in some places but it was enough clearance to feel comfortable, moving through the halls easy enough to reach his quarters. Walking through the pneumatic door, he hung up his coat and felt the cold air the ship generated to circulate through the ship. Feeling it on his bare arms, exposing some of his extensive tattoo work of varying degrees of black and grey work to colorful works of art. He has several different written scripts as well, each one from a different book of a different faith. Val was a man who had faith in something more, something beyond the world of man and all of the smog. He just wasn't sure what was out there, but he believed that as long as he kept faith, no matter whose faith, he would find it in the end. He took a seat on his bed, creaking as his massive weight pushed down on the springs of three different mattresses. Letting his muscles relax he let his gaze wonder, his mind following as his eyes eventually found his end table. The solitary drawer seemed to call to him, finally giving into to the whispers he pulled open the one drawer and pulled out the one item that meant the most to him. The picture of him and the gypsy woman always made his heart beat just a little bit faster, no matter what happened during his day the photo always brought back those feelings. "Only time will tell, only time will tell." He said lightly to himself, setting the photo away and felt a new rush of energy, a life that he held on to that always kept a smile on his face in the best of times. And kept the fire in his chest when you used his muscle to fix the problem. His mind did wonder once more to the photo, and to the last time he had heard her say something about a particular tattoo on his on his left rib cage. 'Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.' Those words echoed in his mind, her words had been tender then and the world a little more simple, if only a little bit. The charge of new energy propelled him forward, leaving his room he moved through the halls quickly until he came to the narrow parts of the ship. Having to stoop down and squeeze through the hall ways, everybody always seemed to surprise that he could fit through these areas. Everyone but Morph really, she more or less expected him to fit or her temper would be let loose, but that was a common enough experience anyways. Trekking through, he came to the common area and felt relived to be back into the more open parts of the ship, and seeing Nick sitting in one of the arm chairs he took an opportunity to rest for just a moment. "Bit surprised to see you here Nick, thought you might be in the armory." Val said as he sat down on the couch, the audible creak from the couch not drawing either mans attention. "Already handled that, also checked on our supplies as well. Should be good for the next few months, even considering how much you eat." Valium gave him a toothy smile, feeling even now a rumble building up within him. Giving his stomach a quick pat, he spoke up once more. "It is about that time now isn't it? Guess I'll go ave me so tea and crumpets eh?" Nick shook his head slowly at the giant. "You have the worst English accent I have ever heard, leave it to the professionals." Valium let out a chuckle before rising from his place and moving once more, hunger striking him with all it's might. But, his thoughts of food and the sound of his stomach growling soon became second in his mind as a familiar scent hit his nostrils, and the form of Thalidomide appeared before him. "Hey Thally!" He tried to reign in his optimistic excitement as best he could, be knew he had failed enough so when she gave him only a sideways glance before walking off. Her page neither hurried not slowed, just confident and strong. He watched her disappear before him, rubbing his head once more and letting out a heavy sigh. A smile creeping on to his face as he turned toward the kitchen once more, his mind bouncing between filling his belly and Thally, the woman who he wouldn't let get away. OOC: hope this a good start, if it needs any fixing let me know í ½í¸

[size=3]Azriath looked out the window, using his jacket sleeve to wipe at the grim that had started to gather on the old glass. The weather had degraded from its cloudy appearance to torrential downpour and was now just a mild rain, but it would pick up again as it always did. Being higher altitude, closer to the mountain range that when the sun was seen, created a great shadow to envelope everything below it, giving credence to the name of ShadowsTomb. He watched the water splash as it hit the harder surfaces, the puddles it created and the sound of it hitting their home. He let his own memories surface for just a few moments, going back to a childhood in a much warmer place, where the rain didnâ??t fall often. But when it did, he liked to put on his jacket and walk in the rain, taking his time as he felt energy invigorate him to push on with his day and sometimes with his life. He quickly pushed the memories away once more, time was not on their side and they needed to start getting everything in order. He pushed off from the wall, turning mid way through and started walking, making a few stops at every intersection to check the scratched symbols in the frame work.[/size] [size=3]It had taken a lot of time, and many hands to make sure each path way was properly inscribed. The symbols were a simpler form of the same ones they used against the Thinners themselves. These ones designed to promote misdirection and in other areas barriers that could slow the Thinners down long enough to mount a proper offense. It had taken a Thinner attack to show them how little they had actually prepared for their arrival, and took several dead for them to know that they were all far from safe even with the barriers. Azriath was just pleased that everyone knew these symbols, knew the order they belonged in to protect themselves, it was enough for now to keep them alive just a bit longer. He moved on quickly, passing through the hallways until he reached the wooden plank that bared the door to his room. He pushed it aside and walked in, quickly going for the few items he would need for his own sake really. Quickly grabbing his Tac Tool and sliding it into the holster wrapped around is leg he then walked over to the far corner of his room, kneeling down and pushing on a piece of wall that gave way.[/size] [size=3]Sliding it out of the way he reach in and pulled out a small chest, setting it down he opened the lid and pulled out some objects, one was a pentacle necklace that he quickly put on. A coin that was about the size of a penny, but was made of bronze and on one side had a skull with the lower mandible missing and tentacles spreading from the skull. The other side is a triangular pattern that overlaps over itself in a swirling shape, pocketing the coin he reached further in and pulled up a black cloth wrapped around something. He kept the object wrapped and tucked it into his waist band before closing the chest and stashing it back into the wall. He rose from his place and hastily slid the piece of wood to cover his doorway, turning quickly he rushed through the halls once more, almost running as he finally reached the pair of double doors that served as the entrance to the meeting hall. He pushed open one of the doors and let his eyes look around the large addition they had created from this room. The roof was vaulted here, and the room was wide giving it all the feeling of one of those courts of the Middle Ages. The makeshift bleachers they had created allowed for everyone in the chapter to witness and participate in the dealings. Azriath let his hands fall to his sides as he calmly walked toward the center of the chambers, he let his gaze shift about and seeing all the faces he knew so well at this point. Even the newest recruits he knew well enough to point them out of the crowd, being one of the Name Bearers made them all familiar.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Iâ??m glad you could finally join us, brother Azriath.â?[/b] The condescending tone was easy to pick up on, he looked to the source of the voice, though he truly didnâ??t need to look at him. The man was, in Azriaths opinion, and over sized moron who had the capability of a house broken puppy. Azriath kept his hard expression on, his eyes focused on man as he came clearer into view now. His oiled back black hair gleaming slightly in the ambient light of the cloud ridden day, his leather vest showcasing all of the muscles he had worked hard to crate for his image. But the one feature Azriath would have personally loved to tear from him was his constantly smug face; no matter the situation he held that face. The name he had chosen before forgetting his life was appropriate for his current style.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Brother Adonis, you shouldnâ??t speak out of turn. I wouldnâ??t want you to get swatted with a newspaper now.â? [/b]He saw the slight muscle twitch; a club at Adonisâ?? waist was ready for anything and he could see he was ready to go for it.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Enough.â?[/b] The command boomed through the room, the voice coming from the chair that rest in the middle of the room, behind the duel tables angled at either side of the chair.. The chair having a high back, the top of the back having been sheared off almost a decade ago, the cushion having fallen apart in both the back and the actual seat. Attempts had been made to refurnish the chair itself, try to bring it back its former glory, but their leader had decreed it would remain the same. To be a constant reminder that leadership was meant to be comfortable, it was a burden you took upon yourself to make sure no one else dealt with the same burden. Azriath looked to the man who leaned forward, his fingers inter locked as he looked at two before him.[/size] [b][size=3]â??Apologize Magistrate, I didnâ??t come here to fight.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??Yes, I know. We all gathered here so we could decided what shall be done with our Chapter next. The council members and I are ready to hear your ideas, Name Bearer.â?[/b] Azriath bowed his head then, looking to both the Magistrate and the rest of the council members. He knew how the system worked, the council changed with each meeting, new faces always sitting in the seats of the council to give it new ideas and fresh perspectives. It, however, made it challenging for the speaker as they were not always familiar with what the council agreed with. It made the meeting and the verdict fair, in Azriaths mind, and it gave every single person a voice in these preceding. Only two seats on the council were permanent, both of those were reserved for the Name Bearers. But since one Name Bearer was speaking, only one seat was filled and one had been removed from the council for the time being. Azriath let his body relax, but kept his hard look to maintain the air about the Name Bearers, and to make sure everyone knew how grave their situation could become.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Magistrate, council members, brothers and sisters of the Forgotten I come to you today in our time of the most need. We, as the Forgotten have one duty here, our duty and an honor is to be the defense against the biggest threat humans kind has ever seen. We stand against the Thinners and win every time!â?[/b] The crowd in the bleachers let out a load cheer, the pounding of feet and the raised fists in triumphant was always a good sign for any speaker. Magistrate held up his hand and the crowd went silent once more as he adjusted in his seat.[/size] [size=3][b]â??We donâ??t need any fancy speeches or pep talk for our brothers and sisters. We just want to hear what you have to say Name Bearer.â?[/b] Azriath nodded to him once more.[/size] [b][size=3]â??Very well, I will get to the point then. Our Chapter is in need of new recruits, we need more Forgotten to build our numbers. We need to be prepared for the Thinners to return.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??We havenâ??t seen Thinners in almost two years, what danger are they to us anymore?â?[/b] He heard Adonis say, standing beside the Magistrate as his muscle. The Magistrate turned his gaze to his guard and Adonis shied away as he averted his eyes to the ground. But his words had been enough to build murmurs within the council and the crowd of Forgotten, Azriath kept himself calm as he pushed forward.[/size] [size=3][b]â??The Thinners are always a threat to us, no matter how long they wait, no matter how long they hide from us. When we all took our oaths, we made a lifetime commitment, for some of us it has been years, for others they are not so fortunate. We have lost each other to Thinners, training accidents, construction, and we even had a murder in our hands.â?[/b] He let it soak in just a little before continuing, letting his passion show on his face now.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Shame on any and all of you who say the Thinners are no longer a threat, those gates arenâ??t closed. Those doorways are always present and until we figure out how to close those rifts in our world, they will always be able to come to our world at any time. And because of this threat, I go beyond just suggesting this, I demand we go out and recruit more people for our cause!â?[/b] Silence followed as he looked around at all the eyes staring at him, he could see Talos in the crowd staring at him intently. It wasnâ??t often when they saw Azriath express his true feelings, but it was always enough to make everyone remember why they were there. Azriath looked back to the council, some had the same look as the crowd, and others maintained their composure. Magistrate was as calm as anyone, having to remain as objective as possible to consider as many options as possible.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Council members, what do you each of you think?â?[/b] Magistrate said before changing his gaze to the mixed group of men and women, Hawk looking to his fellow Name Bearer with a reassuring nod.[/size] [size=3][b]â??We need time to consider the options, Leader. If you would just give us a fe-â??[/b] He was instantly cut off when Magistrate rose from his chair, the ambient sun light showing off his short brown hair with tufts of blond through it, the dark brown eyes that conveyed a hardness that came with being a seasoned enough leader. His all black clothing giving off an intimidating effect, the leather chest piece he wore, something he had created with his own two hands; reflected some of that dull shine, his black cloak having been pushed over his shoulders now.[/size] [size=3][b]â??This is not a time to deliberate; we do not need and unanimous agreement on this subject. What are your thoughts?â?[/b] His tone was commanding, and everyone knew what was to be done. Azriath had identified the voice of the council member as Cage, he was always a careful man, and being pushed into a decision would more than likely give Azriath a negative answer.[/size] [size=3][b]â??I say No, we need more time to make a plan.â? [/b][i]As expected[/i], Azriath thought to himself.[/size] [size=3][b]â??No.â?[/b] Another member said.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Yes, we need more fighters.â?[/b] Hawk said as he stood up, Azriath simply looked at him, conveying nothing to his fellow Name Bearer.[/size] [size=3][b]â??I vote yes, the Thinners will return.â?[/b] Another member voted in favor, Azriath knew there were three more votes to go. Two council members and then the Magistrates vote.[/size] [size=3][b]â??No.â?[/b] He saw a head shake, his heart beat a little faster then. Waiting on the last council member, he went by the name of Shade. Is whole name was Shady mc Shaderson II, even though he was the one and only person to take that name. He had a history of doing things that contradicted the popular vote purely to be an annoyance, other times he went along with it as a way to sneak into favor. He had a rat like quality to him that made most people quiver; Azriath treated him as he did everyone, with cold indifference.[/size] [b][size=3]â??Hmmmm, now which way should I go on this one? I mean so many choices and so little time, if I had a little incentive it might make my decision easier.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??You will decide on your own thoughts and merits, decided now or face expulsion.â?[/b] Eyes went to Magistrate then, his threat bearing plenty of weight as only one person in the Chapters history had been expelled from the Forgotten. A person they no longer thought about only whispered about to one another from time to time. Shade bowed his head then.[/size] [size=3][b]â??Very well sir, I vote yes then.â?[/b] Cage spoke up quickly then.[/size] [b][size=3]â??We are deadlocked sir, we cannot move forward with Azriaths plan.â?[/size][/b] [size=3][b]â??You forget my vote Cage, the cause is worthy in my mind. I vote yes. And with my words, the proposal passes and shall move on from this.â? [/b]Magistrate stared down Cage, his gaze unwavering as the other back down.[/size] [size=3][b]â??This council is dismissed; we will send out a small troop to recruit form the nearby towns. We will only take volunteers and any â??criminalsâ?? they havenâ??t executed. As this is your proposal Azriath, you will be the lead on this one. Hawk will go with you as well, and any who wish to join or Azriath picks for the recruitment.â?[/b] The room was ablaze with noise as everyone cleared out, some going back to their choirs, others suiting up for the trek ahead in hopes of either being chosen or allowed to go. Azriath simply looked to Magistrate once more, the exchange simple and without any motion before Azriath turned away, walking alone once more.[/size] Alright everyone, things are a bit heated in the Chapter. The Chapter is diminishing and we need more people, our first task is to gather others to our cause. First post, go ahead and just post about your thoughts and your preparations, now go crazy kids.

That's super awesome, and helps alot

A question arose for me, what kind of technology we looking at when it comes to the ships design? My mind keeps going back tithe classic gallie style ship with masts and everything since I'm not sure what kind of ship they would actually have. I don't need dimensions or anything specific, just enough to know what kind of boat were on.

I am so pumped for this, it has been a long time since i've been this excited for an RP (Excluding my own) and i can't wait to see the story unfold and how the world works.

My curiosity and facination with your story has peaked dramatically, I am 100% on board for this one. I like the development of the crew, Valium in particular, I feel this will be a very interesting RP, to say the least.

[b]Name:[/b] Savarious Vectis Almonious Malgus â?? Goes by Vectis by people in the SSC [b]Codename:[/b] Red Dawn [b]Race[/b]: Sithan .[b]Background[/b]: A race of beings that have lived most of their existence in seclusion, preferring to remain amongst themselves rather than interact with others in the universe as they are one of the most recent additions to the galaxy. Being of a rare species, they are easy to pick out of crowds with red skin that varies in hughes from bright red to almost purple. They can have raised bone structures that give more definition to their faces, while also having tendril like attributes as well. They also vary in physic as most look humanoid but others look more beastly with a hunched shoulders and broader body; they are slightly stronger but lack a strong telekinetic ability. The Sithanâ??s also share enhanced mental ability and longevity, all of them having enough ability to pick up random thoughts and manipulate simple objects. The ability grows as the Sithan grows and ages, age means little to them as the longest recorded Sithan passed on after roughly 3000 years old. Their planet is undisclosed as they despise outside interference and have gotten on well enough on their own, even the name of the planet itself is hidden from formal records. The racial name given to the Sithan coming from people seeing and dealing with them, associating them as sinister and snake like, they just havenâ??t bothered to correct anyone. The race has advanced so far and well on their own, that they developed a sense of superiority that seems common among the few Sithan that interact with the galaxy. Sithanâ??s are also notorious for being secretive and closed off as they donâ??t believe other races are worthy of their knowledge or secrets, few obtain the respect for this and fewer live long enough to put it to use. [b]Age[/b]: No official record, estimated between 500-1000 [b]Personality[/b]: Vectis shares many qualities that people have come to expect from his race, he is secretive and guarded from others, he talks when he feels like it, whether it is wanted or not. He has no issue with pushing someone out of the way to do what he needs to; he also has no qualms with reading the thoughts of others without their permission. All of this stemming from when he was raised on his home world, through very strict and methodical ways of raising their young to be strong and purposeful in their lives. However, his natural born feeling of superiority has manifested itself into his humor, turning most conversations into times for him to speak highly of himself or to berate others in his cold voice. He does have a strong sense of pride and honor that is more witnessed by the fact that he has put himself in the position of being a member of the SSC, loyal to any who show him the same respect but also unforgiving to traitors or people who betray his trust. For the time being, Vectis maintains a leadership role as one of the remaining members of the SSC, until another comes with the right stuff. [b]Appearance[/b]:[img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Screenshot_2012-02-03_17_34_30_687500.jpg[/img] Vectis stands at a height of 6 feet 2 inches, with a regal stance of his head held high and his chest slightly puffed out. He is a more humanoid version of his race, being able to relate to humans more easily than the others of his race. He generally has a cold look on his face and a hard look in his red eyes, the only time it passes from his face is when he puts on his smug look. [b]Job[/b]: Current employment undisclosed to public record [b]Weapon(s): [/b] Vectis carries two energy blades on his person at all times, both strapped to his waist on opposite sides. He also has cybernetic enhancements that are woven into all of his clothes, these enhancements directly amplifying his natural mental abilities to be able to move heavy objects and deflect laser blasts that he can see coming his way. [b]Skills[/b]: Vectis brings two particular skills to the SSC, one his several centuriesâ?? worth of experience with both other races and his experience with his energy blades making him one of the few masters of the art. His other contribution is his light mental abilities that let him influence the minds of others if they are untrained and to hear the random thoughts people let slip.

I find your concept rather interesting and original, I'd like to participate as one of the members of the crew. I'm fascinated by their stories and the lives they live, this is also has an air of Dishonored, a game I am steadily becoming obsessed with.

I'm still in, I'm just having issues with putting up my sign-up.

[size=3][b]Name:[/b] Mark Waite[/size] [size=3][b]Alias:[/b] â??Azriathâ??[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]Gender:[/b] Male[/size] [size=3][b]Age:[/b] 35[/size] [size=3][b]Appearance:[/b] Azriath stands at a height of 5â??10, with a muscular build from the training he puts himself through to stay on point for when the Thinners return. He has shoulder length, wavy brown hair that he typically keeps tied back for the sake of ease and line brown eyes that tend to have a piercing effect to them. He usually stands tall, his presence sometimes conveying a sense of authority that he never really wanted. He typically wears his bulletproof vest, one is a civilian issued soft vest made of Kevlar, and another is one he picked up off a fallen soldier with a few plates to put into it. He also wears cargo pants with multiple pockets so he can always have some essential items on him to make him feel more comfortable.[/size] [size=3]His arms are tattooed, starting from the back of his hands going all the way up to his shoulders and down his back and across his chest. The tattoos on his right arm are all images or work of things his family enjoyed, one of a band his older brother loved, and other such art work. His left his decorated in symbols and images of villains from old comics and books read when he was younger. His back is simpler in that he has two symbols on either shoulder, and in the center of his back is a man who is hald undead and half alive, sitting in a throne over the words â??Talga Vassternichâ??, a line from one of his favorite books meaning Deserve Victory. His chest has an image of a crow with its wings spread open, the feeling of freedom and a sign of the afterlife, he takes both messages to heart. [/size] [size=3][b]Member Status:[/b] Veteran[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]Talents:[/b] Azriath is an experienced member of the Freemasons, the secret society primarily responsible for the Thinners being pushed back. Learning the arcane words that were used against the Thinners, he also has a minor history in medical knowledge and simple survivalist techniques. [/size] [size=3][b]Weapons:[/b] M249 Light machine gun when out in the field or fighting the Thinners, otherwise he keeps a Ka-Bar Becker Tac Tool and a Ceremonial double edged dagger.[/size] [size=3][b]Writing Snippet:[/b] Azriath walked through the halls of the Forgotten chapter house, his boot making his steps sound heavier as he moved about the house. He had walked through the house at least three times now, feeling a sense of anxiety slowly build within himself. They hadnâ??t had a Thinner attack in over a year, and the thought of that was putting him on edge since the creatures had been coming through nonstop for two months then suddenly disappeared. New recruits who had been brought in after that hadnâ??t even seen a Thinner since their memories were pulled from them, something that could prove fatal to them all if they didnâ??t up their numbers soon. After his third lap through he turned his attention to looking for a specific person, a member he knew would help ease his apprehension in all of this. His search didnâ??t take long as he came across the person he was looking for, a woman that many knew as Heartbreaker and she fit the profile to the T. Having a full body figure, she maintained it even when food wasnâ??t at its best and still was strong enough to turn away any man who tried for her affection. Azriath remembered that she had only really loved one man and he had died seven months ago during a training accident. She had managed to hold herself together, but it was obvious to Azriath that she wouldnâ??t be the same for some time. He approached her, hearing the sound of a stone on metal as he saw her slide it across the blade in her hand.[/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??I thought I might find you here Breaker.â?[/b] She looked up from her task at hand, a smile spreading on her face as she set the stone and knife down and stood up, wrapping her arms around him as he hugged her back.[/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??Azriath, I didnâ??t hear you coming. What can I help you with Bearer?â?[/b][/size] [size=3][/size] [size=3][b]â??I find that our Chapters lack of experience is somewhat disturbing. Our new recruits are not accustomed to what Thinners can do.â?[/b] She started nodding along with what he was saying.[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]â??And you need someone to give them a good scare and advice on the subject is that right?â?[/b] Azriath gave a slight bow with one hand flourished out.[/size] [size=3] [/size] [size=3][b]â??Exactly my dear, I would appreciate if you could get that started right away. And Iâ??ll come see your first session, maybe give them a few tips myself. Is that acceptable?â?[/b] Heartbreaker nodded, a smile on her face that he hadnâ??t seen in awhile, but it was heartwarming to see some kind of spark in her again. She replaced her knife and the stone and walked off, Azriath watching her walk away before his mind returning to the cold world around him. The warmth in him receding back into him as his face hardened once more, his jacket was open and let in some cool air that drafted through the building. It didnâ??t bother him as it let him know that he was still alive, even when the memories tried to pull him in. He had more tasks to attend to before the meeting convened, he hoped his words would be heard and their current â??leaderâ?? would be open to his suggestions.[/size] OOC: Alright guys, the sign-ups so far are great and I look forward to seeing others who sign-up. As for the Name bearers, those roles are filled right now so I look forwar dot see what appears next. Also, the back stage is up, here's the link if you need it. [b][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/index.php?/topic/45282-shadows-of-ourselves/"]ShadowTombs meeting Hall.[/url][/b]

[center][b]Shadowstomb Meeting Hall[/b][/center] [size=3]Hello all, and Welcome to the Shadowstomb. This is where all the pertinent information about the Hello all, and Welcome to the Shadowstomb. This is where all the pertinent information about the world around us, and the enemies we face will be here so you can see how everything has changed.[/size] [center][size=3][b][u]The World[/u][/b][/size][/center] [size=3]The world as we know it has changed dramatically within the years that the Thinners arrived, the government that we known has dissolved almost completely. People left over from the attacks gather together now as they try to rebuild their lives, towns erected that are either built by hand or salvaged from the ruined homes. There are still small pockets of government left, if you can call them that, as they typically turn out to be just power mongering men who have gathered what is left of our military force.[/size] [size=3]The lines between states no longer apply, the country no longer divided except by those few who are trying to claim the world for their own and build their idea of a â??perfectâ?? system. But, no matter how these men act, they are nothing compared to the real threat that everyone faces. The Thinners.[/size] [center][b][u]The Thinners[/u][/b][/center] [size=3]Anyone who has been alive in the last decade knows about the threat that tried to take our world, we call them Thinners. These creatures look humanoid in appearance, having the same appendages as we did and the same physical structure about them. But that is where our similarities stopped; their skin is one of their most shocking features as it is a sickly grey that seems to be stretched across their body. The move stiffly when they arenâ??t hunting, it is vaguely reminiscent of what a zombie might look like, but unlike a zombie they had a clear intelligence to them.[/size] [size=3]Able to set up traps, to create plans of attack and even speak; their words are harsh to human ears and very guttural, but it seems to work for them as they were able to destroy humans with it. Thinners have a diversity to them like humans do, some are larger than others, some smaller, some faster and others slower. But it really doesnâ??t matter to them as they all have the same purpose, and before we learned the words against them, it didnâ??t matter how many we killed as they seemed endless. But times have changed, and the Forgotten now stand in their way.[/size] [center][b][u]The Forgotten[/u][/b][/center] [size=3]The role of the Forgotten is simple; to be the force that stops the Thinners from coming back into our world. There are many gateways across the world; each gateway is guarded by an order of the Forgotten or chapter. Each chapter has a different name for the location specific to them, each group chooses their own name and each Name Bearer uses that name along with a new name for added protection. Our chapter is known as the Shadowstomb, we are one of the original chapters started and has a reputation for getting things done by any means. But, no matter how well you are appreciated, we are still feared by the normal person as we ask for something that not everyone is willing to give up.[/size] [size=3]In exchange for your membership, we take your memories, we take the life you had before you came to the Forgotten and we give you a new family. Few wish to give up what they hold dear, especially something as precious as memories, but it is the price we pay in order to keep the rest of the world safe.[/size] [center][b][u]The Name Bearers[/u][/b][/center] [size=3]The Name Bearers are a select few within each Forgotten clan, these men and women taking on the task of Name Bearer are given one task that is paramount to the whole Forgotten. They are charged with all of the memories of every single Forgotten within their chapter, carrying everything that they were within themselves. Each chapter has two Name Bearers, both have the same memories of all of the members, but they were instill with a failsafe, to prevent the Thinners from taking one Bearer and all the names within. The Bearers memories are linked during the process in which they take the memories from the Forgotten, the duplicated memories create a link between the two sets of memories. They are a complete memory to the ones bearing it, but when extracted through one Bearer the memories distort and create false images.[/size] [size=3]Both Bearers are required for the process to be successful, but this information, along with the actual process in which the memories are taken is information only the Name Bearers know and are sworn to keep, under penalty of death. Only the most dedicated are given the title of Name Bearer, and so far, each has proven worthy of the name, for now.[/size] [size=3]Alright, well thatâ??s all the information I have for you right now. But as we go through more will develop and more will be added too and edited to this to make the world more vivid and real for us all.[/size]

[size=2][b][u]Journal entry #36, Journal 7[/u][/b][/size] [size=3]The year is 2025 and the world as you know it is long gone, we as a human race still live on and we still thrive as a species with our numbers being roughly 2 billion. But those 5 billion people who arenâ??t with us were not so lucky, taken from this world during their initial appearance in December 21[sup]st[/sup] 2012. That day is one for all to remember, the day the Thinners arrived in our world and ran rampant through our streets, through our homes and through our lives. We were unprepared for their arrival, their sickly bodies bring on peoples sympathy for them as if they were a dying puppy who needed our care. They played submissive for months, simply letting anyone take them in or finding shelters where ever they supplied them. They pulled most of the population off guard, playing innocent with us all; the few who were suspicious were not strong enough. Soon enough, the creatures had learned everything needed to make their move and as a single force they began to do terrible things to us.[/size] [size=3]The creatures seemed to have a sort of power over their victims, able to make them do whatever they wanted with the smallest guttural word. It took us a year to figure out that the creatures had an unknown property to them; they were able to take a creatureâ??s true name and bend them to their will by learning it. They controlled us through our names! They made us kill others on a whim; they sent us off to our deaths with but a single word. We were completely helpless to stop them, they were able to be killed, and we could gun them down or gut them in the streets. But they just kept coming back; any we killed seemed to return the next day with a fierce hatred in their eyes, making their abilities even more frightening. The whole world was in chaos, everything crumbling around us as we were not about to stop them, millions of people gone so easily and millions more would die long before anyone would have any idea how to stop them.[/size] [size=3]But, someone eventually did, and fortunately for me it was my mentor in the Free Mason way of life. The order had congregated, going over anything they could that would help us fight the menace we were facing now. In that gathering, they had come to an understanding with what the creatures were, spiteful creatures from another universe, another place all together. We called them Thinners, they looked sickly and their thin appearance made them that much more deadly in how easily the deceived so many people. They had also decided to do something drastic, to take words and arcane symbols and try to create something that could affect these things. It was 2017 by the time they had gotten it right, worked out all the problems and mastered the techniques. By this time, 5 billion people had been murdered or forced into slavery by the Thinners. It was only a matter of time before they wiped the rest of us out, they acted then. I was only allowed to observe as they used their new words to combat the creatures, initially it didnâ??t seem to bother the Thinners at all, just amused them as they peeled back their gray, and cracked lips. But, things changed quickly as the first screamed and the screams escalated, I remember the gun fire then going off. The roar of people running into battle as they charged these monsters, and for the first time in nearly a decade we were able to put up a real fight. Their numbers meant nothing, their abilities meaning even less as we slaughtered them with minimal casualties. We pushed them back over a long year; it was October 16[sup]th[/sup] 2018 when they had been pushed back into their own world. We celebrated that same night, feeling we had pushed them back forever. But we hadnâ??t anticipated that the â??gatewaysâ?? they had created wouldnâ??t close once we pushed them back. They emerged during our celebration; they tore through our ranks, showing their intelligence by going after the unprepared word bearers. Even though we had been caught off guard, we pushed them back, words placed on the gateways that would warn us and could slow them down enough to be prepared.[/size] [size=3]The entire world was safe for now, but with the understanding that we hadnâ??t closed the gates, it became clear that we needed people who were willing to be guardians for these doorways. On that day, the Forgotten were born, everything they were was created as a precaution to prevent our world from falling into darkness once more. Members of the Forgotten were volunteers, the original ones gladly made the sacrifice for the rest of humanity. As a Forgotten, they are supposed to choose a new name, one that has nothing to do with their previous life or their families. Once that name is chosen, their minds are erased, their memories pulled out of their minds and hidden away from them. Their memories taken to protect their real name, if no one knows our name then the Thinners could never use it against us. Several attempts were made initially to get this to work, but it became clear that memories couldnâ??t just be removed from a mind and left to float on the wind. They needed to remain inside of a mind for the process to work correctly, this created the Name Bearers. The bearers are the only ones who remember who they are, their past is still clear to them, and the past of the others is placed within their mind. It also seemed to ease the apprehension at taking the leap, knowing that their memories were kept safe somewhere.[/size] [size=3]I was just an apprentice at the time, my mentor taking on the role of Name bearer and sending me off into the nearby town. I learned the words and I gained the strength to be able to help the other Forgotten, but my mentor did not live long after his induction. I had gotten to him in time to take on the memories, becoming the Name Bearer of the first chapter of Forgotten. I have done my best to maintain my role, but I am no leader, I try to avoid all of the attention to keep the Thinners confused. I let others lead, and simply offer my own advice, today was one of those days I took on the role of advisor. Iâ??ll recant the tale of it before I start to forget the details.[/size] [size=3]â??This is a complete waste of time Azriath, we should be doing our job.â? The words being voiced hit the cold morning air in a hot cloud, drifting through the air before vanishing. The man holding his coat loosely as his expression seemed to get only harder with the slowly rising sun. Azriath stood on the edge looking out into the ruined town, only wearing his ballistic vest and cargo pants. His boots sinking into the soft ground as he shifted his weight ever so slightly, reaching up and pulling back his shoulder length hair and securing it into one tight â??war tailâ?? as he called it.[/size] [size=3]â??We can only do our job so well Talos, especially since our numbers are dwindling again. We need new recruits to start filling in the spaces, the Thinners wonâ??t wait for us to be replenished.â? There was only a grunt from the one known as Talos, his arms crossed as his scowl only seemed to deepen now that the clouds had swallowed up the sun once more and creating a dismal gray day. He spat to the side as he uncrossed his arms, watching Azriath turn to look his direction to look over the other. Seeing his dirtied clothes, his shoes were torn in some areas and his pea coat was missing several buttons, no longer closing effective enough to keep the warmth. A scar across his face showed an event that happened in his child hood, but he wouldnâ??t remember what it was. Azriath remembered it clearly, his burden making him the only one to remember as he rubbed his face, feeling the rough beard on his face. Feeling the patched under his chin that was bare of hair and the scraggly hair he had on his chin that covered it enough, something he was self conscious about in his youth.[/size] [size=3]Taking just a moment to the look at the tattoo covered hand, following the images that scaled his arms, covering them in ink work he wouldnâ??t have even dreamed of having for the sake of his career. But that life was long gone, the Thinners had made sure that everyoneâ??s life was never the same. He rolled his shoulders and started walking, Talos following behind him as they walked back to the chapter house. The building was barely standing when they had first moved into it, but with time and effort they had managed to fix it up enough to make it habitable for them all. It was buzzing with life, several Forgotten moving around to do daily chores to keep everything running smoothly. Some were even cleaning weapons to make sure they would function when the inevitable attack came; Azriath bowed his head to Talos as he head off to his room. His own quarters nothing more than four walls, an old cot they had salvaged and a piece of wood he used as a door. The ceiling cracked above him, but the room was in better condition then some, he had simply gotten lucky with it. The chill morning air was getting to him now, grabbing his wool lined jacket and slipped it on. The wool was barely holding up these days, he would need to get someone to stitch it back together soon. Leaving his room he looked at all the faces of current members, knowing each of their stories with just a glance. All he could do was keep his mind focused, ready to speak his piece in the council meeting being held.[/size] [size=3]Welcome to Shadows of Ourselves, the world is all sorts of messed up and we are the first and last line of defense against one of the biggest enemies the entire world has ever seen. We are the only ones are truly capable of keeping, whatâ??s left of our world, safe. Everything in the world is at its most base level, electricity is erratic and hardly reliable anymore, supplies arenâ??t plentiful but with a reduced population itâ??s not quite scare yet. We live in a decimated world, but we strive on. We are the Forgotten, and we will fight on until the end.[/size] [center][size=3][b]Sign-up[/b][/size][/center] [size=3]Name: (This is your true name, you may not remember it, but someone else does.)[/size] [size=3]Alias: (This is who you are now; you can put ANYTHING here for your new name. Nothing is too outlandish)[/size] [size=3]Gender:[/size] [size=3]Age:[/size] [size=3]Appearance:[/size] [size=3]Member Status: (Not everyone needs to be a veteran of the Forgotten, I would like to see some Veteran and some recruits.)[/size] [size=3]Talents: (None of us have any powers, this is still our world and we are all good at something. Whether it is marksmen or survivalist, maybe youâ??re a great farmer. Anything will do that helps us survive to do our job.)[/size] [size=3]Weapons: (The Forgotten do have a fair arsenal of weapons, which is your preferred for killing Thinners?)[/size] [size=3]Writing Snippet: (As your memory is gone, there is no need for a Bio. I would like to see here is a little bit of either your experience with Thinners before they were pushed back or maybe itâ??s just how you are when you are in the place we call home. Anything will do that just so we can understand your character a little bit.)[/size] [size=3]Alright folks, I hope you all enjoy the read and I am looking forward to seeing peoples sign-ups. I do encourage people to use themselves as the bases for their character, but you can be as original as you want. Happy creating all.[/size] I will also get a backstage up in a day or so, so be on the look out.

Alright, this is about 90% curiosity at this point as this series of books is both obscure and widely known. It never ceases to amaze me who actually knows these books, so I want to know who actually knows about this series and what you think.

Oh great googly moogly did that really set the tone for the SW, but I got to say that I loved it and I LOVED heckling him whenever I got the chance. He never really appreciated my back talk, but my companion sure did.

That is the actual reason I was so neutral, I made choices on personal feelings really. If I felt someone needed to die, they were murdered, if I felt someone needed to get away from something because of a simple mistake, maybe they escaped before I could reach them. Things like that made it interesting for me, I could of gone the route of just straight evil and maimed and slaughtered every person i saw, but not everyone needed to die. Don't tell Darth Baras i said that, he's really dick about that kind of stuff :)

As per your request Gavin, moving into the actual Thread from my status area. To answer your previous question, I was actually a very neutral SW, only ever so slightly into the light side at about 50 points. I received the email today about Early Access and I got very excited that it was actually 2 days sooner then I originally thought they were going to send it out. I hope I get in on the 13th, but as long as I get to play when it comes out I'll be ok as I rule the galaxy with a mildly closed fists.