The Vampire: Ed

Hmmmm....I say yes. However, not too soon though. Before their death sentence is carried out, I think a murder should be tortured non-stop for several years. Throw them on a medieval rack, and stretch em. While stretched have them whipped, and beaten with a bamboo rod. Wet them down and shock them from time to time when they're about to pass out. Then repeat the process. Then after a long period of time, they take him out and shoot the SOB in the face.

Hey! It's not our fault you people aren't tolerant of us rude people. I'm tired of getting a bum wrap because I'm rude. I think you people need to go to a tolerance camp! So there! *Trips vegeta rocker* And I'm out!

Damien watched as Nepenthe, and Siren went to hold the ogres at bay, then attempts to follow as back up. But suddenly he feels a hand grab a hold of his shoulder, turning to face whom ever it was. It was Arikel looking at his blood covered face, Damien yelled at Arikel. "I have to help them!" "Don't worry about them, they can take care of themselves. You better worry about yourself right now. If you go running off with all of that blood getting in your eyes, you'll be killed. There is no way you could have good enough vision to take on a horde of ogres." Arikel stated boldly trying to shove Damien south behind the others. "I care not about dying! Leave me be!" Damien yelled at Arikel in return. Arikel stopped, and stuck his finger in Damien's face looking angered. "Maybe you don't. But I sure don't want to see you go off, and get killed. I think I also speak for the others when I say that. Maybe you still think of yourself as worthless, but you're the only one who sees that in yourself. We've only know each other for a short period of time, but like you we don't want to see others die. Everyone has a purpose here including you." Arikel finished his sentence, and shook his head and ran to catch up with the others. Damien stopped, and looked back towards the forest wanting help Nepenthe, and Siren. But he thought to himself. "Perhaps, Arikel is right... I do not, for even a second, doubt Nepenthe or Siren's abilities. I must listen to Arikel, for his words are wise. Nepenthe, Siren....good luck..." Turning away Damien used his vampiric speed to catch up with Arikel and the others walking down the road looking over their shoulders every once in a while. Arogyth looks to Arikel and questions him. "Where is Damien?" Arikel shakes his head a bit disgusted by the name, and replied. "He's thick headed. He doubts himself too much because of his "curse", as he prefers to call it, and by thinking so blindly he is willing to run off to prove himself to everyone that he is not evil like so many thought. If he did indeed return to fight the ogres in his condition, I fear it is too late for him." Kiria turned to Arikel. "..And you let him go?! Why didn't you stop him?" questioning him for leaving Damien behind. Arikel just sighs as he replies "It is not my place to tell him what to do. We cannot order him around, I just hope my words were good enough to convince him otherwise about himself." Suddenly, Damien's voice found it's way into the conversation. "They did, Arikel. They did. Your words were wise, and you've made me realize my faults lies within my self doubting. But tell me, Arikel. How is it you have me so figured out? I am as shallow as a puddle, yet you speak of me as if I were so complex." The group followed the trail of Damien's voice finding him leaning against the tree, the blood on his face smeared and drying turning a sorta brownish color. Arikel smiled seeing that Damien had indeed taken his words to heart, and replied. "Well, even puddles ripple sometimes, bring the bottom to the surface." Arogyth nodded in agreement, and added his own words of wisdom in. "All of life started in a puddle of muck. It doesn't necessarily have to be a big puddle to be deep, and complex. Besides even a puddle seems deep to some." Damien thought of their words, straightened up, and looked down the road to the south. "I guess we should get moving." Damien said, then continued with a joke surprisingly. "My facial is getting hard."

[b]OOC: I hope this is good, I'm doing this half a sleep so I hope it's not too messy or whatever.[/b] As Damien walked through the forest thinking of many things, mostly of course of the dream he had only moments ago. His mind was filled with thoughts of it's words, it claimed he would be responsible for the death of the others. Damien felt like simply walking away to ensure the other's safety, but he thought that maybe it was just another spirit trying to push him to suicide like the others had often attempted. Damien also thought of Nepenthe, another reason he had not decided to leave. Perhaps it was a bit silly for him to think of her the way he does, after all they had only meant a few hours ago. But he was just drawn to her, she shared her blood with him and now she was on his mind even more so because of it. The wind began to pick up, the trees blew violently as the leaves rustled loudly. This would just seem like a breezy night, however Damien could sense something strange about it. His coat, and hair fluttered in the wind as Damien brought his attention to the sky. From above a large winged creature swooped down flying right at Damien, but Damien's quick reflexes aloud him to escape harm by diving out of the way rolling to his feet. Turn he watched as the winged beast came around to attack again, however this time Damien stood his ground as it swooped down at him. Just as it was about to make contact Damien side steps extending his arm out to his side, it's neck was caught by Damien's arm immediately sending it crashing to the ground. It's massive scale covered body hit the ground with a loud thud, and it screeched out in pain. It's rocked around on it's back a moment or two attempting to get up, but the boot of Damien pinned it down by the neck. It's wails became urgent, and suddenly Damien felt a surge of pain in his back causing him to hunch forward. As he attempted to see what it was he was hit in the face sending him sailing off of the winged creature several feet. This time it was Damien crashing into the ground, he lay in a small ditch motionless seemingly done for. The sounds of heavy foot steps are heard making their way towards Damien, and it stops just in front of him. Inhuman breathing is now heard, but just then Damien's eyes shot open glowing red once more. Damien quickly jumped up from the ground standing toe to toe with what appeared to be another ogre, except larger than the others he had encountered earlier. The ogre reared it's arm back ready to strike again, it's blow coming in swift but seemed in slow motion to Damien as his vampiric speed kicked in. It's arm ran its course as Damien ducked it looking as if he hadn't even moved to the ogre. Standing up Damien hit it in the face with a palm strike to it's left temple sending it staggering back. Damien suddenly leapt high into the air aiming at the ogre, but is caught in the face by the razor share claw of the winged monster as it flew in attacking him. Blood erupts from Damien face showering the ground as he falls to the ground landing in a kneeling position. His face was covered by a crimson mask, his face now sliced wide open from his left cheek to the right side of his forehead. Damien became anger, and literally went off in a blind rage as the blood obstructed his vision. Reaching behind his back he pulled for his long bladed katana he calls 'Despair', swinging it he felt it slice into the hide of the ogre as it roared out in pain. Damien pulled his sword free from it's chest, and lopped it's head off with another swipe. Turning quickly Damien was able to counter an attack in progress, he sliced one of it's legs off causing it to fall momentarily. It looked at Damien in fear then began to make an attempt to escape. Damien gave chase, and leapt upon it's back grabbing in around the neck with his left arm. Damien with his right hand slits the winged creature's throat bringing it down for the last time ever. Damien held his face as his blood flooded through his fingers. Heading back to camp he didn't know how he would explain his newly acquired battle scar.

Final Fantasy 7's Vincent Valentine, Blood Omen's Kain(Does he count?), Chrono Trigger's Magus (If he counts), Any X-Men game Gambit, Fatal Fury's Terry Bogard, Conker's Bad Fur Day's uhh...Conker :), Resident Evil's Barry Burton, and eh....can't think of any others.

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In his deep slumber Damien felt at peace, he was free from his burden for the time being. Nepenthe watches as Damien's breathing becomes heavier, a low growl begins escaping from Damien's lips. Nepenthe ran her fingers through Damien's hair speaking to Siren. "He must be having a dreaming. Perhaps a nightmare." Siren snickered a bit at the thought of someone like Damien having a nightmare. Damien was once again being tormented by a voice, however this one seemed to have more of a physical presence behind it. As it if was another living being speaking to him in his dream. "You are such an amusing little vampire. I've yet to see a vampire with a soul, but I suppose you human half makes it possible. Quite a pathetic sight you are. Blessed with the ability to curse mankind, yet you feel guilt for it? Now that is truly funny. All of humanity will fade, and your new friends will die. You will be aiding in their demise!" The voice hissed at Damien as he growled louder in his sleep. His teeth began to grow a bit once more, and suddenly sat up startling Nepenthe and Siren a bit. His eyes shot open glowing red with his rage, looking around wildly he slowly began to realize he had been dreaming. He looked at Siren, and Nepenthe smiling. "Have a bad dream?" Nepenthe questioned Damien as his fangs retracted, and his eyes slowly returned to their usual blackness. Damien holds his head, and nods as he began to get to his feet. Looking to Siren Damien nodded sorta greeting her, then looked back towards Nepenthe. He felt a lot stronger after feeding off of her, and thanked her for her hospitality. Nepenthe laughed at his choice of words. Damien though is still feeling a bit disturbed by his dream. "I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back a little later." Informed Damien. From the way he spoke it was obvious he wanted to be alone for a bit, Nepenthe just smiled and nodded waving to him as he turned walking back towards the forest. Disappearing into the darkness Damien's thoughts were on what his future had in store for him.

Where's the Earth right now, huh? I don't see it scrathing my back. It's NOT a small world! It's a big cruel, and painful world. If I walked down the street at night, I'd get shot in the face. Why am I gonna blow my ears out of my *** to save some people like that? Screw the world. I'll stare at that button, I'll shine that button, but I won't be the one pressing that button. I'll be sitting back at home eating BK out of a styrofome container spraying hair spray in the sky. All you people wanna be heros, I just wanna sit on my *** and watch the world end. I'll go to hell a happy man.

[b]Now heres how a couple of intellectuals talk to one enother.[/b] [img]http://www.spokesmanreview.com/images/pg13rate.gif[/img] TheRob578: well, i'm experiencing a little feminine itching. TheRob578: ouch. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: We were talking about how I've got that Nicholas Cage sort of cool going on, man. Where in the blue blazes did that come from? TheRob578: isn't it obvious? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: nope, I'm afraid it isn't. TheRob578: : pulls out large chalkboard and draws diagrm: i'll make this really clear. when i see Nick Cage, i itch in my pants. is that feminine itching? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: No, I think you have bigger problems than that.O.o;; ElCrazyWhiteBoy: since you're a male and don't have that area to itch. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: look, I'm cool with you as a friend and all, but I don't need a stalker. :gives back the Nick Cage coolness: Now I know why you remind me of kevin. O.o;; TheRob578: no, no, you've got it all wrong! i didn't mean that way! nicolas Cage is a big hairy freak. all that fur makes me itchy. 4 itchy tasty. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: Hell no. Please. TheRob578: What? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: 4 itchy tasty. Not the Resident Evil jokes again man. Not now. TheRob578: ill be right back, I have to go bake brownies. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. I could go for some brownies. Will they have nuts? TheRob578: nuts? sure. Oooh :rubs stomach: Might be some corn too. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: O.o;;;;;; TheRob578: you still don't get it do you? maaaaaaan, I have to squeeze some logs! Make some bricks! Unwrap the fudge! ElCrazyWhiteBoy: You nasty mother---I don't know why I even talk to you! >:O TheRob578: Well,I'm going to go, or I'm going to go! See what I'm sayng? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: -_- ;; [i]45 minutes elapse[/I] TheRob578: phhhhheeeew, back. ElCrazyWhiteBoy; Jack. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: took you long enough. TheRob578: I think I set new records with that one. my dogs and cats are lying on their backs with there feet sticking up in the air. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: What the hell is wrong with you? TheRob578: Que? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: Can we change the subject? You're taking away from my Nick Cage-ness. TheRob578: hey *******, does this disgust you? it disgusts me that you want to be that big fuzzy peice of ****. TheRob578: You still there? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: You do know that you're a lot like a christmas tie? TheRob578? Herm? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: Loud and useless. Boom shaka laka! TheRob578: You had to add that in? boomshakalaka? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: For your benefit I've made up a word custom tailored to fit you. TheRob578: golly what's that? i can't wait to here this. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: *hear* ElCrazyWhiteBoy: fugalar. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: That's your word. TheRob578: what the **** is that? TheRob578: fugular? ElCrazyWhiteBoy: no one wants to be a fugular. ElCrazyWhiteBoy: why? because then, they'd be in the same class as you. ^^;; TheRob578: right. :flip off: sit on it and spin.

Damien's mouth hovered trembling over her neck as she tried to get him to drink of her blood. He tried fighting the urge, even if she was not delicate, it was not Damien's wish to harm her in anyway. But not only were her pulsing vein tempting him, but her own sweet feminine scent was coaxing him into giving in. His fangs grew longer, and his turn a faint red as he felt her rub the flesh of her neck against his lips. Damien could take it no long, and wrapped his arms around swiftly as his sunk his teeth into her neck. Nepenthe yelped in pain at the piercing teeth, but soon the pain subsided and it turned her expression to one of bliss. Damien's own expression look like that of someone still between sleep, and awake. He held her tightly as he drank from her, his mind went blank as he continued. He almost lost himself a few times, but kept his thoughts steady on her safety. Sensing that he had taken enough, he pulled quickly to make it easier to stop himself from taken anymore then necessary. Nepenthe momentary weakness caused her to collapse against Damien's chest panting, but she, true to her word, was stronger then Damien thought. She straightened up quickly, and smiled at Damien still looking sleepy. "I-I told you I wasn't delicate. I am recovering quickly. So how do I taste?" Nepenthe asked with a sly grin on her face. Damien licked the last drop of Nepenthe's plasma from his fangs, then grins at her with his eyes fighting to stay open. Damien gets the strange to speak and replies to Nepenthe's question moments ago. "I suppose you're like wine. The taste is more intoxicating with age. But I feel sleepier now, the I usually would. Probably because of your nature."

Damien looked away from Nepenthe disgusted with himself, he signed again with sorrow. He spoke as calmly as he cold as he leaned back against the cold tombstone. "I-I-I...how? How could you have known?" Damien said still looking away from her, as he questioned her with obvious surprise. Nepenthe attempted to reply, but Damien held a finger out and press it to her lips to cut her off. He looked at her once again the speaks. "I can't. I don't need to know, nor am I sure I want to know how you know. But I really don't want to speak of it." His attention turned to the still dark sky, then spoke again. "Why did you come here?" Damien shifted in his seated position to lean up more to give her his full attention. Nepenthe could see that Damien was trouble greatly by her even knowing of him feeding, but she thought to for a moment whether she should pursue it or not.

Damien watched as Nepenthe made her departure for the night, then turned watching the others pair off into camps. Damien still not quite use to company decides it would benefit himself, and perhaps the others if he seek a place to rest by himself. Walking several yards through the town Damien found a small cemetery, all though he seen much death in his life. He seemed unusually at peace when he stepped in a cemetery, and all though he rarely slept he enjoyed the peace. Finding a headstone, Damien took a seat next to it and leaned back feeling the cold marble numbing his flesh. Looking towards the moon Damien's thoughts wondered off to the woman known as Nepenthe. He still could not quite figure her out, but he was happy to find someone whom did not fear him in the least. The girls blood still courses through his veins, it's strengthens him all the while weakening him emotionally. Thinking to himself, Damien closed his eyes as if he was in a deep meditational trance. "I am a parasite." He thought to himself. "I am not sure of why I must be the way that I am, but I hope that they saying is true. That there is in fact a purpose for each of us. For if this is true, then maybe I have a greater purpose to fulfill on this planet aside from bring a cruse to those around me. Maybe there is a reason, still unclear to me, why I posses such a 'talent.'" Damien continued with this line of thinking, occasionally having his thoughts wonder back to Nepenthe. He was definitely smitten with her, but he would try best not to burden her with himself in anyway. Surprisingly, Damien slipped away into slumber for the first time in at least a year. Unbelievable as it may be.

Damien glanced at the group, then back to Nepenthe as he began to speak once more. "I have traveled the world over many times, and I have seen much troubling these lands. But I'd always assumed that it was myself that causes such disasters, that is another flaw in my "gift." I can never really tell what is, or is not my fault. Thus I usually accredit it all to my own presence." Damien said with a scornful sound to his voice. The others watch as Damien explains himself to them, Damien goes on surprisingly looking upset. "I had not heard, nor seen a reason for all the recent troubles in the world. So I could not explain it any better then, once again, accrediting it to myself. However, lately, I've been ambushed by strange creatures myself. This has never happened to me before, so I must assume that this was the doing of some evil source. Maybe the evil we are meant to seek out, and destroy." Nepenthe replies as she leans forward on her staff. "I see. Well, then you should know that it's not always your "curse" that does it. What made you come to this village though? Were you summoned here somehow?" Damien sighed deeply as he shook his head unsure. "I suppose...you could say that. But my summoning here came at the price of a life, a very innocent life indeed. I was traveling through the forest to the North, as I walked I heard the screams of a young girl. I thought maybe my ears were deceiving me, and torturing me with more vengeful spirit's games. But I decided to make sure, I followed the sound and came to a horrifying sight." Damien looked to the ground again, his teeth gritted in anger. After looking to the ground, he mustered the strength to finish his story. "My ears did not deceive me, for it was indeed a young girl. I assume, she was only about ten or so. She had been attacked by monsters, these monsters were ogres. They craved human flesh, and I had now witnessed this first hand as I watch then tearing into the girl's corpse. If only I had moved quicker...I could have saved her." Damien looked away with a bloody tear in his eye. Damien wiped it away, and continued. "I feared that this was my curses doing, but they seemed to be looking for me rather then food. They pointed to me as I stood watching from a far, they spoke to each other in their own tongue. I knew not of what they spoke, but I could have sworn I heard them say something about 'Their master's bidding.' I don't know how I heard it, but I understood that much of their language. The girl was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Later I figured she ran from the village in fright from the zombie attack, but at that moment I wanted nothing more then to take revenge on behalf of the girl. And so I did... But I will not rabble on of that, I've said what I needed to say. Anymore would just be pointless." Nepenthe looked at Damien with a slight smile before speaking. "You did the right thing. Those beasts deserved to die. Anyway, you were close by for a reason. We were all fated to meet here on this day." Damien nodded in agreement again, but suddenly the voice of another entered his mind. "HA! You failed to tell them the whole truth of your little story. How much of a monster you yourself was. After vanquishing the ogres, you quenched your thirst on the girls still fresh blood. You know they would be sickened by you, and turn you away for it. You wonder why your are tortured by the spirits whom you caused death, when you are nothing more then a monster who took their lives in one way or another." The voice trailed off in his mind as Damien looked around for the spirit, and he found it floating atop the roof of a ravaged home. Another male spirit stood, he had died during a war of which Damien watched. Damien turned away from the others as to not give away his troubles, and thought to himself. "It was what I needed to do. I needed to keep my strength up. I did not take her life with these hands, she was all ready dead. But...but I suppose there is nothing I can say to make it right. Spirit, forgive me, but I wish not to be burdened by you any further. Be gone." The spirit was about to reply, but Damien managed to push it's presence out of his mind and stood their looking to the ground as the others talked of what they would do next.

"Well, it's long since been all I could do with others. Watch from a distance. I'm sorry if you think I was spying, but it just what I've done my entire existence. But I was watching yourself, and the others hoping to find a way to help out actually. But it was my curse that kept me from approaching you, much like it has been with anything or anyone else in my past. Besides you must admit, you are an interesting sight to behold." Damien answered as best he could. Nepenthe just returns a smile, and speaks. "Interesting, huh? Well, I suppose that was meant to be a compliment. I understand, your lack of interaction can sometimes make it difficult for you to find the words you are meaning to speak." Nepenthe says as Damien nods in agreement. "I have long since been an outcast in this world, but I've hardly been alone." Nepenthe looks at Damien apparently puzzled by his remark, and questions him. "How do you mean?" Damien looks to the ground as he began to speak. "You see another "gift," as some may call it, is the ability to channel the spirit of the dead. I have no way of controlling it though, it just happens at random times. I am the only one whom can see, or hear them. I really wouldn't mind this so much, because I've gotten quite use to seeing ghosts visit me. But most of the time it is a spirit who claims to have seen me before their demise, so in return for bringing them death. They bring me guilt, and mock me constantly. They constantly try to pressure me to end my life. I've thought of doing it many times, but I've always felt that to be the cowards way out." Nepenthe is somewhat surprised with Damien's confession, but listens with interest. Damien stops himself from going one, and apologizes for getting off subject. They stand side by side, silent, looking at the sky as the stars are sparkle. Damien breaks the silence remembering the question he had asked, and asked again. "Now, why was it that you kissed me?"

Damien stood looking at the plant golem amazed, then looked back to Nepenthe admiring her gift. "Very interesting this gift is. Very interesting, indeed. I know not of my full extent of powers aside from bringing misfortune, all else that I posses is the ability to move with great speed. But maybe that can be more attributed to my vampiric nature." Damien said unsure of himself, and his worth to them. "Well, that is not a bad gift. Why not give us a demonstration of this great speed of yours?" Nepenthe said eager to see this "great speed" of his. Damien just nodded silently, and disappeared in a blink of the eye. Nepenthe surprised at his speed grinned, and looked around. She did not see him, but sensed his presence nearby. Suddenly, she looked up as she sensed something in the air. Just then she saw Damien standing on a tree branch above them, he just stood there on the limb still looking emotionally dead. Nepenthe clapped as she spoke "Impressive. I didn't even see you moving, but my senses are too keen for you to evade me. But it kept me guessing for a moment." As she finished her sentence, Damien disappeared and suddenly appear in front of her again. "Well, I don't think much of it as impressive. But it does have it's advantages. But I am more impressed with you, then I am anything else." Damien looked down a bit embarrassed with his words, then cleared his throat continuing. "I guess, I'll accompany you in your quest."

The embrace of the woman took Damien by surprise, but he did not pull away. He just stared into her eyes in confusion, as they broke the kiss Damien's head fell to the side as if trying to understand the situation. He couldn't be blamed for the puzzled look on his face, this was his first interaction with another since his own mother died. No one had ever even had the courage to look at him, let alone kiss him out of the blue. He looked to the ground, his hair falling over his face, as he began pondering the woman's boldness. "Does she have a death wish, or is it that she simply doesn't care about my curse? Maybe her own tattoo makes her immune to my own "gift", something maybe she knows that I did not. I'd be happy if this were the case." Damien thought. The women lifted his face to her again with her hand under his chin, she smiled again then spoke. "Did I embarrass you?" She asked as she snickered slightly. Damien just brushed his hair back to see her better as he replied with his own question. "Who are you?" Damien asked with curiosity, the woman just smiled again and replied as she bowed as if showing off "Nepenthe, and your's?" "Damien." He replied, then continued. "Well, I can see that my curse has no meaning to you. I am quite surprised to see that it is so, but I suppose your background makes it seem more plausible. Well, Nepenthe, what do you want with me? I am of no worth to anyone."

Damien looking upon the tall female just looked her in the eyes for a moment, but quickly turned his sights away from her. He fear bringing danger upon anyone else, his tattoo of the crow had given his own unique powers but somehow given him all of the myths that went along with it. He hid his eyes from her, and turned his back to her slightly. "You should walk away. You will be plagued with misfortune for looking upon me. That is my curse." Damien spoke coldly, for the first time to other being. The woman continued looking at him as he tried to hide his face from her, she bent down pulled the black rose from the ground bringing it to her nose to smell it's fragrance. It smelled sweet, but at the same time of freshly spilled blood. Damien couldn't help himself, and glanced back at the woman sniffing the black rose standing with not much more then a smile on. He suddenly heard a voice in his head as he watched another spirit come forth from the ground under his feet. It spoke into his mind as the other did only moments before he was noticed. "Look at that beauty. You're going to bring death to her, like you did to some many others. As long as you're around, the world will suffer. End it all, kill yourself and spare her." The voice ended in a loud raspy scream causing him to grasp his head in pain. The woman suddenly looked at Damien with a puzzled look upon her face as he dropped to a knee clutching at his head. As he kneeled there the voice came back and entered his mind once more. "You're a freak! You can only bring death to those around you, you will never be at peace until you end it all! KILL YOURSELF NOW!" The grew louder again, but suddenly Damien screamed out returning an answer. "WHY MUST YOUR TORTURE ME?! LEAVE ME BE!!!" Damien bellowed out startling the woman a bit with surprise, she could only here his side of the conversation and the spirit was not visible to her own eyes. All she could assume was that he was speaking to her, but Damien looked at her one more. "I am sorry, forgive me. But no one is safe around me, good bye." Damien said with sorrow in his voice then got to his feet, and turned to walk away.

After the village went silent, and the demons had been driven back to hell. The victors, the "chosen ones," sat in a circle speaking of things not realizing that at that very moment something, or someone was looking down upon then from a hill on the outskirts of the village. There atop the hill stood a shadowy figure resembling that of a human, his coat blew violently as did his hair with the harsh wind lashing at his all ready pale flesh. The man known as the "Cursed One" watched every instance of the battle, until it's very end. The tales were true, the man who brings misfortune to the world does exist. Only known as Damien, the man draped in black stood looking over the village as if he were a statue. His emotionless expression made it hard to know just what he was thinking. As he watch a transparent figure appeared next to him, a spirit of a dead man more specifically. The man hovered next to Damien's ear, and it began to speak to him. However, it's mouth didn't appear to be moving, it seem more like it was speaking directly into his mind. To anyone else the spirit would not be visible, nor would it be heard by anyone else. Just Damien, and like usual this one quickly began to torment Damien with words. "This is all your fault, you know. You brought death to this village, and you bring suffrage to the world. You're a virus, no. A plague to this world." The spirit hissed it's poisonous words into Damien's mind. In return Damien turned his head away from the spirit, and acted as if he could not hear him. But no matter what he tried, the spirit's voice would always penetrate his thoughts. Damien's pale, expressionless face didn't change it just grew paler with the cold air. All though he seemed to lack emotion, he was constantly burdened with sorrow and guilt. Damien's other "unique," so to speak, trait was that if he ever shed a tear it would not be of a salty watery substance, but rather his own blood. At this moment a single drop of blood rolled down from the corner of his right eye, it dripped from his face and splashed on the ground below. Moments after the blood tear drop soaked into the ground a black rose began growing in a matter of seconds. The ghostly figure snickered, and hover around to face Damien so that it can mock him to his face. "You see the life that you do give is a bleak as you are. Look at yourself! You're a freak! I am right, and you know it. You're the plague that I said you were. Why don't you just get it over with, take that sword you kept sheathed behind your back, and cut your throat? It'll be much easier on you, and the world to just give up." Damien back handed the figure, but accomplished nothing. It still remain there smugly laughing at him, and mocking him constantly for the tattoo that has caused him so much grief. Damien clenched his teeth in anger, and squeezed his eyes shut trying to push the spirit from his mind. After a few moments of silence Damien opened his eyes, and looked around seeing that the ghost had vanished. Damien just remained atop the hill watching over the land below him, calmly waiting for anything else that may happen, trying to find a way to make up for his curse by helping in some fashion.

I don't know if this is good or not, so I'll wait to see if Arikel approves of it before I begin participating. Name - Damien Age - Unknown Gender - Male Appearance - Picture Sephiroth, except with black hair, pale skin, and fingerless gloves. Background - Not much is known about Damien, not even a last name to his existence. He's more like a myth himself, it is rumor that he is a halfling. Half human, half demon. Because of the misfortune that follows Damien where ever he goes it is rumored that he is the son of Lucifer himself. As a child his mother desperately tried to take care of him, but could not live anywhere near others or their would be trouble for them. As time past his mother grew old, and eventually passed away. By then Damien was old enough to fend for himself. After burying his mother, he just walked off and wandered the world. Damien quickly became a legend to the people. It was said that looking upon him for even longer than a minute meant a great disaster would follow, causing many people to run from him with a mere glimpse of him when he occasionally pasted through towns. It was also rumored that he walked right though a war between two armies, and not one man was left standing by the end of the battle. All lay dead. Many rumors, stories, folk tales were told about him. Some went even as far as claiming him to be the devil himself, or an angry god lashing out at the sinful moral of the world. Through his whole life he had not spoke a word to anyone aside from his deceased mother, nor did he often walk upon other humans. He would usually travel in secluded areas, and only walk upon towns when necessary. Now, all though the world is in turmoil with the recent rampages of monsters and such, Damien is a little happier knowing that he is not always the cause of the worlds problems. Tattoo - A Crow perched atop a skull. Tattoo Power - Inhuman speed, and the ability to occasionally communicate with the dead all though usually not purposely. Usually, the spirits that speak to him mock him, and heave insults at him tormenting him almost every passing day. The marking of the crow leaves a huge burden upon Damien. It grants him unique powers much like the tattoos of the other "chosen" ones, however all of the myths come with it. Where ever Damien travels a sort of "bad luck" follows. It is said that the sighting of a crow could mean several things. If you see a crow flapping its wings, beware: A big accident is about to happen. Nor do you want to see a crow facing your door, because that signals danger. And if a crow is sitting on top of a house with a red thread in its beak, call the fire department posthaste, because the flames aren't far behind. Things of this sort would happen because of Damien's crow tattoo, and he considers it more of a curse then anything else. Weapon - A long bladed katana with a black handle, he calls it simply "Despair". Armor - His armor is jet black, and covers his chest under his coat. Shoulder armor is attached to his coat, and helps protect him even further. However, he does not wear armor below the waist, for if he must defend himself at anytime he doesn't want to his legs to be weighed down in combat.

Sairo's slumber was once again plagued with nightmares, his body slick with sweat and in his sleep he constantly gritted his teeth as talked in his sleep of Ganondorf. Suddenly, he awoke hearing a blood curdling scream of a woman, Diana in fact. Sairo quickly got to his feet, and look around the dimly lit room, there was no sign of his father's sword nor his armor. He had forgotten to ash Diana what she had done with them, but now there was no time. Sairo dash towards her scream, it seemed to be coming from outside. Throwing the door open Sairo runs toward a shack nearby of which the shrieks are coming from, he runs around to the side seeing a monster face to face with Diana as it is pinning her against the side of the shack. The monster's eyes had a reddish glow to them, and it appeared to be rather large with a bull dogish head. Sairo's gauntlet made a 'clang' noise as he ball it into a fist, pointing at the creature with his other hand he yells "Release her!" The creature turns it's attention towards Sairo, and grows as it shoves Diana aside immediately charging Sairo's for his interruption. The large beast tackled Sairo to the ground, and grabbed him by the throat attempting to either choke the life out of him or simply break his neck. Sairo's struggle for a moment grabbing at the creatures hand, but breaks the choke hold with a stiff punch from the gauntlet hand. The beast was sent rolling off of Sairo with a loud metallic ringing, it didn't waste much time getting back to it's feet. Sairo rose to his feet as staring at the creature grunting it's distaste for him. Diana hid behind the shack peering out at the battle that would follow their brief skirmish, Sairo called for the beast to charge and it did not disappoint. The monster ran full steam ahead at Sairo, but Sairo didn't budge he stood his ground and when head to head with the beast. They clashed together with such force that the ground shook a little, if had not been for Sairo's gauntlet being a Titan's Mitt he would have been crushed under the creatures strength. Sairo repeatedly bashed the monster in the head with his gauntlet, it's senses were becoming lost. It swatted Sairo across the face a couple times, it attacks becoming weaker with each strike but it was enough to bust Sairo's lip causing him to bleed as well as leave some bruises. Diana opened the shack and searched around for something inside. As the battle raged on the creature seemed to be dazed, but Sairo kept beating on it. Suddenly Diana calls Sairo's attention towards her, looking over he see Diana emerging from the shack carrying his father sword, the Bronislaw. Sairo smiles at the sight of his father sword happy that it had not been lost, and that he would have a means of finally dispensing of this creature. Suddenly, Sairo is blindsided with a surprisingly powerful shot to the face knocking him to the ground. Looking up Sairo watches the creature slowly approaches him, looking toward Diana he yells to her "Throw me my sword!" She does, all though a bit of a weak throw from it's weight, Sairo managed to catch it by the hand just as it was about to touch the ground. He swung the blade forward and sat up impaling the beast on the blade. It screeched with a pain filled scream, and it dropped dead after a few moments. Sairo got to his feet, and ripped his sword from the creatures carcass. It's body just disappeared in a puff a smoke at that moment, and it left a couple rupees behind for Sairo to take as his own. Diana rushes to Sairo to check on him, "Are you okay?" she asked with concern. "Yes, I am fine. A little sore, but I'll live. But how are you?" Sairo replied seeming more concerned about Diana then himself. Diana blushed slightly at his concern for her, and just replied "I'm okay, thanks to you." Sairo just smiled, and looked back to his sword. "It's been a while since I've held this in my hand, but I feel as if it was just yesterday that I wielded it against Ganon. But I suppose sleeping is like that, no matter how long the slumber is. Anyway, why did you come out here at this time of night?" Diana paused for a moment, then just pointed towards the sword and spoke "I figured you would be leaving tomorrow, so I decided to retrieve your weapon for you." Sairo sensed that it was a lie, and called her on it. "I see....Diana, I can sense when someone is being deceitful. Being a Knight of Hyrule prepares a knight for such a moment, this way he would be able to tell when he is being lied to. Now, do not lie to me. What were you doing out here?" Diana looked shocked that he could sense her lie, and decided to come clean. "All right. I won't lie. I wanted to hide your sword somewhere else in hopes that you would no find it. If you didn't find it, then I figured you might not seek Ganon out. Then....I know you wouldn't die at his hands. I don't want you to die like my husband did, same thing can be said with your father. I don't want you to go off and get killed by him like your father, and my husband." Diana said with a mournful tone as tears streamed down her face. Sairo held her, and told her everything would be all right. Sairo then led them back to the house, and carried her to her bed laying her down. "I am in debt to you for taking me in, and caring for me. But you need not worry about me, I will slay Ganon and avenge my father and now your husband. Now, you get your rest. I will depart in the morning after you wake." Sairo said as he held his hand on her cheek to soothe her worries, before he got and left the room shutting the door behind himself. Sairo just sat himself in a chair, and stared at his father's sword thinking of his former life now lost to him. In the morning his journey with begin, and he will find a way to finish Ganon off once and for all.

Centuries later, now the present.... Sairo was found, still in a deep coma thanks to Ganondorf's poison dagger. If it were not for the Dark World, Sairo would have died long ago from old age and he literally would have slept his whole life away. Officially, he was well over 300 years of age but his body stopped aging in the Dark World at age 26. Sairo's motionless body rests in a small house at the base of Death Mountain, he sleeps dreaming of the day he would slay Ganondorf. Suddenly, Sairo began to feel a wet cloth wiping down his forehead, and light feminine humming begins to ring in his ears. Finally, he was awakening from his centuries of slumber. Quickly, and suddenly, Sairo sat up as his eyes snapped open. A loud thump is heard followed by a surprised scream which brought Sairo's attention to a figure in a dimly lit room. His eyes have yet to adjust so he was having trouble seeing the apparent woman slowly backing away while still laying on the floor. Sairo turned, and sat on the edge of the bed he was dressed in different clothes and his armor was no where to be seen. Sairo stood up weakly, but quickly regained enough strength to stand without supporting himself on the wall. Sairo slowly approached the frightened woman now shaking in the corner of the room, he extended his hand to her and she began to realize he would not harm her. She took his hand with some caution, and was pulled to her feet. She looked at the face bathed in the shadows of the room, looking to the left she reached her arm out began to touch something. A click is hear, and a lantern hanging from the ceiling lights up. The room is fully illuminated, and Sairo grunts as the bright light hurt his eyes. A soft voice is heard from the woman apologizing. "I'm sorry." She says in a sweet manner, then Sairo turns to look at her once more. His blurry vision slowly fades, and for the first time he sees the young blonde haired woman's face. He looks at her, then begins to speak. "Where am I?" Sairo asks. The woman slowly replies still feeling a little scared "M-m-my home." Sairo just shakes his head feeling a bit fuzzy, then speaks again. "Where is this?" Sairo asked curiously. "Umm....at the base of the mountain." She answers still shaking a bit. Sairo could feel the tension he was creating for acting so rude, Sairo smiled slightly and spoke in a softer tone attempting to calm her nerves down. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. My name is Sairo, Sairo Bijan, and you are?" Sairo says looking the woman in the eyes. She returns a smile of her own, and nervously replies "My name? It's Diana Topaz." "Were you the one taking care of me?" Sairo asked, but instead of a verbal response Diana just nodded. "Well, I'm must thank you then. I'm sorry I must have been such a burden for you." Diana looks at Sairo and speaks "No, actually it was a pleasure to have you hear. All though you were sleeping, it was still better then fully being alone. The last person I had here with me was my husband.......but he died, long ago." Sairo lowered his head, and sympathized in her loss "I'm sorry." Diana just smiled, then spoke "No need to say your sorry, you have nothing to apologize about. Anyway, come let's go into the other room and have a seat. I'll make us some tea." Sairo followed Diana out of the room into another room where there was a lit fire place, and a small table with a couple chair surrounding it. It was silent as Sairo watch Diana make the tea, heating it over the fire in the fire place, then get out two cups for them. After the tea was ready, Diana poured it into their cups as she began to speak. "I was surprised to see you awaken from your sleep. It's been so long. In fact, I didn't know if you'd ever wake." Curious Sairo asked "How long have I been asleep?" Diana seemed to be thinking to herself, then replied as best she could. "I'm not sure exactly how long, I've forgotten the exact date I found you. But it's been a couple centuries now." Sairo's eyes widen, and he almost spits his tea out in surprise. "WHAT?! How is that possible? Damn him, damn that evil bastard to hell!" Sairo yelled scaring Diana momentary as he pound his gauntlet hand against the table. Confused as to what Sairo was talking about, Diana had to ask. "Who?" Sairo quickly replied with anger in voice, and hatred in his eyes. "Ganon! First he murders my father, then takes my hand, and now I've slept for centuries having my former life pass me by. My friends, and loved ones are gone. I couldn't be there with them." Diana had always wondered what the gauntlet was for, and why it wouldn't come off. Now she had somewhat of an answer, but how he moved the fingers on it was still a complete mystery to her. Suddenly, the name 'Ganon' struck a nerve in her as well. Tears well up in her eyes, and she cried silently. Sairo noticed this, and immediately thought it was his fault. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to make you cry." Sairo said sincerely, but Diana shook her head then spoke. "No, it's not your fault. That name, Ganon. My husband didn't just die, he too was murdered. It was this Ganon you speak of. Long ago we were trapped in this work because of rip between the two world, and Ganon murdered my husband shortly after he built this house for us. Tis his clothes you wear." Diana said with a grief filled tone in her voice. Sairo's rage built up again, but he calmed himself to ease Diana's pain. "Then we have something very much in common. Ganon has slain a loved one in both our lives. For you, it was your husband. For me, it was my father. Well, someday I will put an end to Ganon. Soon I will travel to Ganon's tower, and finish what I had set out to do so long ago. I will run him through for my father, and now for your husband." Sairo said with confidence. Diana just shook her head no, and replied. "No, I'd rather not another die because of Ganon. Besides, while you were asleep Ganon escaped this world back into the other world we once came from. He can travel freely between the two worlds, and now rules both. I fear that no one can stop him." Sairo begins to look angered, but just before he can speak Diana cuts him off. "Oh my, look at that. It's dark now, we must have been talking all day. Sairo, I cannot stop you if you wish to seek Ganon out. But I beg you, rest here for the night and get your strength back before you go anywhere." Sairo agrees, and makes a bed on the floor with some sheets allowing Diana to take the bed. All though he was asleep for so long Sairo felt very tired and quickly fell asleep once more, only this time Sairo would awake the next morning.

**OOC: This RP shows what happened in the past, so this has all ready happened long before Link was even born. Just in case people get confused by certain things.** Centuries ago.... Driven with pure rage by the death of his father, a Knight of Hyrule Idris Bijan, at the hands of Ganondorf while attempting to keep him from the Triforce. Sairo, with a deep thirst for revenge acted foolishly and went with his father's sword in hand to put an end to Ganondorf's life. During the Imprisonment War Sairo snuck up behind Ganondorf with hopes of running him through, however Ganondorf was no fool and was well aware of Sairo's presence. As Sairo attacked Ganondorf turned to intercept him, their blades sparked furiously against each other, a small push caused Ganondorf's blade to slice the flesh on the left side of Sairo's face. Full of rage, he did not back down even with the newly acquired battle scar. The blood on Sairo's face began to seep into his eyes blinding him, and throwing his concentration off. Realizing this Ganondorf took advantage and over powered Sairo pushing him back. As Sairo staggered back he felt a sharp pain in his left wrist, looking down through his crimson vision he could see that he had lost his left hand from an attack while he was blinded. The pain was like a delayed reaction, he took a few moments to collapse on his knees in agony. Sairo looked at his blood stump staining the ground under them red, he bowed his head thinking the end was at hand for him. However, it was at this very moment the Seven Wise Men began to seal the Dark World, then known as the Golden Land, up once again, Ganondorf became sealed away in the Golden Land, as was Sairo. Sairo blacked out from the pain, and blood he had lost from his severed hand suffered in the short skirmish with Ganondorf. When he awoke he seemed to be falling down a long dark tunnel, he could barley see his hands in front of his face. Looking he could see his left hand once again intact, his mind wandered and filled with confusion. Then his senses returned to him with worry of what would happen when, and if he would reach the bottom, if there even was a bottom to this seemingly endless dark pitfall. As he plummeted through the darkness, scenes of Ganondorf slaying his father began appear before him, it was an illusion, a mirage, of some sort. Still falling more scenes played out before him, he could see himself now as his left hand was cut clean from his wrist. Now looking towards his hands again, Sairo's left hand was missing once more with the bloody stump remaining. His mind could not comprehend the events that were unfolding before his very eyes, just then he hit the blackness beneath him and blacked out again. Suddenly, he awoke once more quickly sitting up he immediately noticed changes in the surroundings. There was no long dark tunnel, but rather a small cavern with a table in the far right corner as were a couple chairs. Looking down Sairo found himself sitting up in a bed, his shirt removed with his ribs bandaged up, and his left wrist too was bandaged where his hand use to be. Sairo's face felt sore, lifting his hand too his face he ran his finger over the scar given to him by Ganondorf. He looked around the room, but seen no one. Sairo inched his way to the edge of the bed, and sat there for moment thinking of the events that had occurred only moments, or so he though, ago. Slowly, Sairo got to his feet his body ached but seemed to pain him less then he had expected it too. Just as he stood straight up, a voice spoke out to him "Ah! Finally, you've awaken. Eh, lad?" Looking behind him now, Sairo could see an old man standing by a door way. Sairo shook his head, and spoke himself. "Where am I? What has happened to Ganon?" Sairo asked with great concern. The old man laughed a bit, then replied. "Ganon, eh? I haven't seen anyone else but you. You've been asleep for two weeks now. We are on Death Mountain." "Death Mountain? I though I was sealed in the Golden Land along with Ganon, how am I here?" Sairo ask in confusion. The old man laughed again tapping his cane on the floor. "What's so funny, old man?" question Sairo in an angered manner. "Do not mind me, lad. It's not often that I get visitors up, and especially not ones from the other world." The old man said with a grin. Sairo's eyes grew wide, and then he spoke again. "The other world? What do you mean?" "Well, sit down and I'll tell you." The old man grabbed a chair, and sat down besides Sairo as he took a seat at the table. "You see this world is but a mirrored image of your world. You ARE in the Golden Land, as you call it. It's been my home for centuries now. You do not age here, so as long as you can avoid the monsters you're basically immortal here." Sairo was shocked to hear this information, but only thought about killing Ganondorf at this point. Sairo had lost his concentration, and could no longer hear the old man's ramblings. Suddenly, a loud metallic ring is heard as the old man suddenly dropped a sack containing something in front of Sairo. He attention was brought back to the old geezer, Sairo was obvious angry about the sudden scare he was given but before he could say anything the old man points at the sack. Sairo looks down at the sack, and with his right hand slowly stuck his hand in it feeling cold steel. Sairo removes the contents of the sack to find that he is holding a golden gauntlet in his hand, but Sairo's looks at the old man feeling insulted because it was made for a left hand. "Is this some sort of joke, old man?" Sairo hissed as he slammed down on the wooden table, the old man just grins again before speaking. "It is for you, lad. That gauntlet you see there before you is known as the Titan's Mitt, it gives it's wearer the ability to lift large objects usually impossible to lift by human hands." "While that IS amazing, I still find it in bad taste that you would offer it to me. I have no hand to put it on. Or haven't you noticed it was meant for the left hand?" Sairo said a bit disappointed with the old man. "I am a man of many talents, and I dabble in some magic. Nothing powerful, but it'll be something you can appreciate. I have cast a spell on that gauntlet, a spell, until now, I could never test out." The old man said grinning proudly at this opportunity. "What are you talking about?" Sairo asked curiously. The old man motioned towards the gauntlet as he simply answered with "Put it on you left wrist." Sairo just stared at the old man puzzled, but did as he was told. As he put the gauntlet on his arm he felt a strange tingling in his arm, suddenly the gauntlet molded itself to fit Sairo's wrist. A slight pinch is felt as the gauntlet binds itself to Sairo's flesh. Sairo panicked a bit, but suddenly calmed down when he began to move the gauntlet as if it was his real hand. Sairo's eyes grew wide, and he held his new hand up wiggling the fingers about. Suddenly, Sairo looks at the old man laughing and saying "It's a success!" Sairo was in disbelief, and amazed with the old man's enchanted gauntlet. It lacked the warmth, and sense of feeling that a normal hand would have, but he wasn't about to complain. Several months pass.... Sairo spent much of his time searching for Ganondorf, and the rest of the time helping the old man with random choirs and such. He had not seen hide, nor hair of Ganondorf in all of those long months but he refused to give up. He was at a dead end now, he had searched a lost the whole Dark World yet seen nothing of Ganondorf. But one day out of the blue, a tower was erected atop Death Mountain. It stretched to the heavens, and had a dark erie vibe to it. He knew there he would find whom he had been in search off, this was it Sairo thought to himself 'Ganon, must die.' Sairo left the old man, and traveled to Ganon's Tower at the peak of Death Mountain. His travel was long, and not without peril. Along the way he had engaged in much combat, with monsters of the Dark World. He grew tired, but he pressed on even when his body wanted to quit on him. Finally, there he was standing before Ganon's Tower he suddenly felt a surge of energy feeling that Ganondorf was close, and he realized he would soon fulfill his quest for revenge. Battling through the dark, and treacherous halls of Ganon's Tower Sairo made it to the highest chamber with in. He stood before Ganondorf's thrown, empty with no sign of Ganondorf Sairo screamed out in anger. "GANON! COME OUT YOU SNAKE! I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE FOR BOTH MY FATHER'S DEATH, AND THE HAND YOU TOOK FROM ME!" Sairo's voice echoed through the tower, from the very top to the dungeons far below the surface of the earth. Suddenly, laugher is heard and Ganondorf emerges from the shadows. Sairo turns facing Ganondorf with his father's blade in hand, before he could move Ganondorf spoke. "Your father? Ah, yes. I remember now. That weakling who attempted to keep me from my destiny, the Triforce. You are just like him. Look at you, I've barely put any effort in fighting you and yet I've taken your hand and scarred your face. Face it, you're no match for the king of thieves." Ganondorf's sinister voice echoes through the room further enraging Sairo as the words seemed to keep repeating themselves. "I will not show mercy for your ignorance. My father was a great man, and you....you are just SCUM!" Sairo screamed in anger before charging. Ganondorf grinned as he drew his sword, the two clashed much like before only this time Sairo did not allow his rare to blind him. Ganondorf attempts to push his blade against Sairo's face once more attempting to react their previous battle. Sairo wisely jumped back dodging the attack, Ganondorf's just laughed as he said "You're learning." The battle this time was much longer, they fought all over Ganondorf's thrown room but eventually they took it to the roof. On top of the tower the battle continued, both refusing to give in to the other. Finally, thanks to Sairo's gauntlet hand he was able to backhand Ganondorf's sword away and out of his hand. The blade was hurled off the side of the tower and fell to the earth far below. Sairo took a step back holding the Bronislaw in front of Ganondorf's angered face. Sairo smiled slightly, one of the few times in months, then spoke. "Looks like I will finally put an end to you once, and for all. I rather have done this own my own soil for all to take pleasure in, but it's better it's happening this way then not at all. I can only hope my father is watching us at this moment, I want him to watch me run you through." Sairo voice was full of a joyful, yet smug, tone as he taunted Ganondorf. Ganondorf suddenly smiled, and replied. "Foolish, boy. You can't beat the all mighty Ganon. There is much you need to learn about fighting. You are good ate fencing, dueling, and things of that nature. But that isn't true fighting. Fighting is doing whatever it takes to win, and I always do whatever it takes to win." Ganondorf said with a sinister look in his eyes. Ganondorf suddenly extended his arm, and a dagger shot forth from his sleeve. Sairo was caught off guard, but managed to dodge being stabbed by it. But the blade nicked Sairo's neck, the cut wasn't deep enough to do serious damage, however it made Sairo feel dizzy. Sairo stumbled back holding his neck as Ganondorf removed another dagger from his boot, Ganondorf slowly approached Sairo as he spoke. "Fool, I'm prepared for anything that may happen in battle. Your father fell for that very trick as well, it shows you two are both very much stupid as well as weak. The dagger was laced with a poison that would cause it's victim to fall into a deep sleep, I am unsure of how long it the coma lasts, but I've never had anyone fall asleep on me. I usually kill them before they pass out, like I am about to do to you." Ganondorf's said confidently as he stalked Sairo stumbling about the roof top. Just as Ganondorf was about to move in for the kill, Sairo stumbled back and fell off the backside of the tower. Sairo fell as he passed out his hand still tightly clutching his father's sword, crashing into the ocean below Sairo disappears from view under the water. Ganondorf laughs from about, and simply says "Well, that's the last of him." Ganondorf returns to his thrown as he simply wipes him mind of the recent events, and goes back to thinking of a way to escape the Dark World, and get back into the Light World. Meanwhile at the base of Death Mountain... Sairo had managed to survive the fall, but still was asleep. Luckily his body washed ashore, and some approaches him from a nearby town...

Well, I've played just about all of Legend of Zelda games, but I've never really followed the plot too much. So for my bio, I had to do a lot or reading up. So I hope it's all good, and works along with the basic plot of the Legend of Zelda series. Name: Sairo(Sai-row) Bijan Age: ???? Height: 6' 7" Race: Hylian Character Class: Knight Gender: Male Appearance: Sairo is tall, muscular, has long white hair, and, strangely, his eyes are black like coal. Sairo wears black armor as dark as the night, a long black and red cape, black baggy pants tucked into a pair of tall boots matching his armor, a fingerless black glove on his right hand, and a golden gauntlet (Titan's Mitt if allowed, if not it's a simple gauntlet) on his left which doubles as a sheild, as well a weapon. [IMG]http://therob578.250free.com/Images/LoZSairo.gif[/IMG] Background/Bio: Sairo was raised in Kakariko Village, the son of a Knight of Hyrule known as Idris Bijan. Being young, and having his mother die at a young age, 8, Sairo only had his father to look up too. But being a knight kept Idris away much of the time, and Sairo was left alone. Even then Sairo wanted to be a knight like his father, he wanted to be strong and follow in his foot steps so that he could make him proud, and be as widely known as his father. His father spent all the time he could with Sairo teaching him how to use a sword, and defend himself. Teaching him to become a knight as Sairo wished to be. Years went by, and Sairo grew to be a noble young man well liked by all he interact with. He learned to use a sword, and duel like a true knight. He even grew to excel further then his father in the arts, and could not be over looked. He, like his father, was recruited to be a Knight of Hyrule. He served under his father with pride, they fought together many of times and never lost a single battle. They were quickly becoming legends. Sairo's happiness was even greater when he meant his future wife to be, Sarah Aydin. The were married, and Sairo's life seemed to get better by each day. He was living his dream, and then some. All of this happiness would soon come crashing down around him.... The king of thieves Ganondorf Dragmire, also known by his alias, Mandrag Ganon, would be the cause of this. One day, quite by accident, a gate to the Golden Land of the Triforce was opened by a gang of thieves skilled in the black arts. This land was like no other. In the gathering twilight, the Triforce shone from its resting place high above the world. Learning of this Idris Bijan set out with a handful of the Knights of Hyrule to prevent Ganondorf from obtaining the Triforce. In a long running battle, Ganondorf fought his way past the Knights of Hyrule, and his own followers in a lust for the Golden Power. Nearing the Triforce Ganondorf raised his hands to grasp it, however the courageous Idris Bijan was there to cut him off. The two battled for what seemed like an eternity, but in the end Ganondorf had slain Idris. Idris lay there, helpless and dying, watching as the king of thieves stood triumphant over the Triforce and grasped it with his blood stained hands. Before his vision failed, and his heart stopped beating Idris witnessed Ganondorf making his wish. As he faded off this mortal corral he heard sinister laughter of Ganondorf echoing through the now silent land. Upon returning from a honeymoon spent at Lake Hylia, Sairo was informed of his loss. His father's prized sword, the Bronislaw, meaning Weapon of Glory, was handed down to him after retrieving it from the battle field along his father's body. Sairo slowly fell into depression, and closed himself off to the world. Only his wife, Sarah Aydin, would see him as he would permit no one else in their home. He eventually stopped aiding the Knights of Hyrule all together and was thought a coward by most. In time evil power began to flow from the Golden Land and greedy men were drawn there to become members of Ganondorf's army. Black clouds permanently darkened the sky, and many disasters beset Hyrule. The lord of Hyrule sent for the Seven Wise Men and the Knights Of Hyrule, and ordered them to seal the entrance to the Golden Land. Sairo learned of this, and for the first time in several long months he set foot out of his home with his father's sword in hand. He set out towards the Golden Land to run Ganondorf through and end his miserable life. Many lives were lost in the battle, however, their lives were not lost in vain, for they bought precious time for the Seven Wise Men to magically seal Ganondorf in the Golden land. But Sairo was there as well, behind Ganondorf ready to get revenge for the murder of his father. But Ganondorf knew of his presence and turned quickly as Sairo charged him. Ganondorf clashed with Sairo, their sword's blades sparking against each other, Ganondorf over power Sairo pushing him back and attacking simultaneously. Sairo's left hand was severed from the attack, his blood stained the ground beneath them. Before Ganondorf could strike the death blow, himself and Sairo were sucked into the Golden Land and sealed there. All of Hyrule rejoiced at the victory that upheld peace and order over Ganondorf's evil and chaos. This war, which had claimed many lives, became known as the Imprisoning War in stories told in later centuries. The Golden Land had come to be known as the Dark World, and Sairo was lost in these stories as he was there unknown to all. Many centuries have passed since the Imprisoning War. The land of Hyrule healed its wounds and the people lived in peace for a long time. Memories of the vicious Imprisoning War faded over the generations... *Skipping to Desbreko's new ending for A Link to the Past* Link is defeated by Agahnim at the top of Hyrule Castle Tower, after Princess Zelda was cast into the Dark World. With the Seal of the Seven Wise Men broken and Link out of the way, Ganon would then be free to return to the Light World (Hyrule), and rule both worlds as he had dreamed. But now that the Dark World was open would Sairo emerge from it as well, or has his time past? Had he died over time, or from the many dangers of the Dark World? Soon it will be known. Starting Location: Death Mountain (Dark World) Primary Weapon/Spell: Bronislaw (sword) Secondary Weapon: Dagger Items: Titan's Mitt, Magic Hammer, Bomb Bag(Holds 30), Bottle(Fairy), Hook Shot

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As usual your writing is superb. The way detail everything is great, and you always manage to keep your writing interesting. Every last line is classic the way it's written, and it shows a lot of class... Sadly your personality does not. How dare you put down such a great name as Rob. You should be ashamed of yourself!