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[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Eyes. A window to your soul. A thousand shades and a thousand emotions that can be conveyed by such simple things as eyes. Two simple orbs, such great power. The power to see, to feel, to shine and darken, to glitter and gleam, to burn with fury, or drip with sadness. What power is truly locked within our eyes? And what power to they give up?

To people, to ancient sceintists, sought the answer to that question.

One wished for the true power of your eyes...your soul. His name was Karaiel, and he was a wise, ambitious old man who had taught for many years, yet wanted more knowledge.

The other wanted to know what we gave up with the power of sight. His name was Ereziel, a clever, curious young man with a fiery spirit. He was a student of Karaiel, and quickly became his peer on their study.

No one knows how it happened, when it happened, why it happened. But one night, Karaiel and Ereziel disappeared. All that was seen was a great flash of light, quickly consumed by a pillar of darkness. For years, Karaiel and Ereziel were nowhere to be seen. Nothing was left but their books and research. According to Karaiel's journal, they had reached a breakthrough the previous night, and were preparing the final experiements.

But Karaiel and Ereziel reappeared one cloudless night, with a sick harvest moon high in the air. They suddenly arrived in their hometown, and as quick as they came, they left. And everyone else was dead.

Karaiel had become the Soul Watcher, a man with the power to see into a persons very soul and mind, reading their memories like a book, delving into their dreams and fears. And he tore them apart by driving them to the brink of madness and beyond. In his search for the secrets of the Soul, everyone died in the agony of their very thoughts.

Ereziel was different. Blind, wreathed in shadow, he was the opposite of Karaiel. He was the Dark Shadow, a mysterious being with the power to command darkness to his liking. In his quest for control, the shadows decimated the town, leaving thousands dead.

The power of the Shadows were awakened that night, alongside Ereziel. The shadows were deigned to cease the Soul Watcher, stop his terrible search for knowledge. Though he was not evil, Karaiel was tearing people's souls apart, rending their hearts and minds asunder. The Shadows were called, and they sealed the Soul Watcher away.

Now, more than 2000 years later, it seems the seal is breaking. Karaiel is waking up, and the shadows must arise again. Will they seal him away, or will his demon eyes peer into your very soul?[/SIZE][/COLOR]

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[SIZE=1]The year is 2006. The place? London, England. The problem? A wise madman is destroying peoples souls. The solution? The Seven Shadows.

[COLOR=SlateGray][COLOR=Black]Dark Shadow[/COLOR], the master Shadow, controlled by its discoverer, Ereziel. [COLOR=Red]Blaze Shadow[/COLOR], a strange red shadow that is empowered by fire. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]Wave Shadow[/COLOR], a blue shadow that is strongest by the sea. [COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]Squall Shadow[/COLOR], a green shadow that seems to use wind as a weapon. [COLOR=Sienna]Quake Shadow[/COLOR], a brown shadow that rises up from the deepest earth. [COLOR=Silver]Freeze Shadow[/COLOR], a white shadow that manipulates cold, as opposed to the Blaze Shadow's heat. And [COLOR=LemonChiffon]Storm Shadow[/COLOR], a yellow shadow that calls upon the powers of the storm.

These are the powers that oppose Karaiel. But Karaiel has not only the power to see into your soul. He can command your greatest fears, making intense illusions to shatter your sanity, or trap you in a false paradise forever. He also wields the Dark Star of Sin and the Bright Sun of Purity, to powerful energies that burn away sin, and corrupt all purity.

The Six Shadows have been called upon. The Dark Shadow still lives, locked away in the darkness, a blind old man who is revitalized by the crisis. The others find themselves lost, confused, and thrust into this horrible destiny. They fight a man driven by the lust for knowledge, consumed by his own misbegotten power. He is not evil, not a murderer by nature. They must kill and innocent man to save the world, and side with a master of Darkness to do so.

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Name: You're in London, so be realistic.
Age: This can really run the gammut. The more diversity, the better, actually.
Gender:
Shadow: Blaze, Wave, Squall, Quake, Freeze, or Storm
Appearance:
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Personality:
Bio:

Here's mine;

Name: Ereziel
Age: 2000+
Gender: Male
Shadow: Dark Shadow
Appearance: see attachment
Weapons?: He has mastered the Darkness
Personality: Ereziel is cold and distant, from years of being lost in the darkness, consumed by the Dark Shadow. Bitter, cynical, and very, very dark, he does not take lightly to foolishness or weakness. He will kill anyone who stands between him and Karaiel, including the Shadows, who will be incarnated after death into new people. Formerly ambitious, he now just wants to seal Karaiel away...or better, kill him once and for all, and be able to die alongside his comrade.

Bio: Ereziel was once a young man in Rome, curious and very smart. He was a quick learner, a good study, and a hard worker, doing anything to further his studies. From an early age, his parents saw he was destined to become a scholar, especially because he was weak and sickly from birth. Without any strong physical prowess, he had to use his mind to his advantage. And he did.

He dedicated his time and energy to learning the works of the great teachers and philosiphers. He quickly began to visit the local scholar, Karaiel. Karaiel and Ereziel proved a good match, two quick minds that were also weak physically. They even looked alike, some said. Ereziel spent most of the day with Karaiel, learning eveything the man had to teach.

When he reached manhood, Ereziel decided to aid Karaiel in the elder's studies, the two becoming comrades. Karaiel was more than happy to have an eager compatriot in the pursuit of knowledge. Their greatest quest was unlocking the mysterious power of sight, both the power it held and the power it may block. Karaiel and Ereziel poured through the verses, seeking for anything that could help them. For years they searcher for anything to help them, but the secrest eluded them.

However, while walking through the woods one day, Ereziel stumbled across a partially buried tablet. On it, it discussed a mysterious power called the "Soul Watching Eyes". As he dug more, he found a pit that had several other tablets inside. They discussed other great powers, such as the "Blazing Sun of Purity" and the "Great Shadows". Karaiel was extatic to have them brought to him, and the two quickly set to work unlocking the secrets of these strange powers.

Karaiel marked himself with the Soul Watching Eyes, the Blazing Sun of Purity, and the Dark Star of Sin. Ereziel looked into the Great Shadows. For years they laboured over finding the secret of the tablets, and at last, Karaiel managed to use the Blazing Star. With a flash of flame, it burned the grime from an ancient stone, making it sparkling and new.

The next night, they finally cracked the secrets of the tablets...and vanished. Ereziel did not know what happened to Karaiel, or himself. He was lost in darkness, and when he finally found his way back to earth...he was blind. Though he had the power of the Great Shadows, he had lost his sight, the one thing that held back the great Darkness. Karaiel, similarly, had been trapped in a land of blinding white light, that left him with strange scars over his eyes, a strange sun on one hand, and a pentagram on the other. His eyes were changed, a mysterious opaque gray that let him look into souls.

Karaiel began to destroy those he looked at. Erezeil could not control the shadows, and they slaughtered many. At last, their home was gone, left in rubble at their strange new power. Ereziel learned quickly to manage the shadows, which formed a protective coating around him at nearly all times. However, Karaiel could not stop the Soul Watching Eyes from unleashing the powers he commanded. At last, he had to be stopped. Ereziel, with help from six mysterious others, sealed away the Soul Watcher, and hid away himself, sealing himself in a cave in a large island far from Rome.

Now, his seal has faded, and he awoken in a modern era. He knows that the reason the seal is gone is because Karaiel is awake. He must call upon the other Six Shadows and stop his old friend, mentor, and associate. He must kill Karaiel, and stop the Soul Watcher forever.

Well, there you go. Go wild.

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[b]Name:[/b] James Haliburton Zotica

[b]Age:[/b] 2500 give or take

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Shadow:[/b] Wave

[b]Appearance:[/b]

Standing a fearsome 6? 4?, Zotica checks in at 220 lbs. of pure athletically toned power. His frame is broad, and he looks balanced and well proportioned. A carefully groomed cascade of jet black hair is carelessly tied behind his head with a chain of black pearls.

Two feral green eyes rage on his handsome face. High cheekbones provide a vista for the twin orbs of gossamer emerald to gaze from. His clean shaven, tanned skin contrasts so strikingly with windows into a most adamant of souls.

[b]Weapons:[/b] Twin swords, Tsunami and Tai-fun; Glock 18 on occasion.

[b]Personality:[/b]

As mysterious and formless as the watery abyss itself, James H. Zotica is impossible to read. He is always in control of his face and emotion, and reveals nothing through body language and speech tones. Only through his carefully crafted words can one really understand his true message.

He knows what he wants, and does everything and anything to get it. His Machiavellian morality suits him quite well, as he views life and the people in it as his pawns in the cosmic chess game. He is well versed in the arts of conversation and detection, leaving one with the impression that his blazing green eyes can peer into the endless depths of the mind, and read its contents like a colorful real-estate flyer.

[b]Bio:[/b]

Born of unknown parents in ancient Scotland, James?s early history is forgotten legend. He remembers only a few scenes of his vast life, leaving visions of lovers dying, children crying, and comrades falling away haunting his sleep eternally. Although his body appears eternally young, his glowing eyes reveal to an astute observer a long and sorrowful history.

He was there when the Soul Watcher had been sealed the first time. He was part of the last battle, fighting with the Dark Shadow mightily against the Old Man. In that battle, his selfless efforts gave the Dark Shadow the victory, willingly giving the Soul Watcher his mind, and thus leaving it open for the sealing action.

Although Zotica was not injured mentally during the battle, something odd found life in the fertile crescent of his soul, a foreign, subverting presence yet undetected by even his mighty defenses. When the Soul Watcher entered his mind, a small part of its essence broke off and buried itself deep within the folds.

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Can he be trusted to once again aide the Dark Shadow?

Can he trust himself?

Why the nightmares for so many centuries?
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[font=Comic Sans MS][size=2][color=darkolivegreen][b]Age:[/b] 1405[/color][/size][/font]
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[b]Shadow:[/b] Squall

[b]Appearance: [/b]Sia stands a mere 5'9" and wears black jeans with a belt, his shoes are combat boots and his shirt is a black, silky short-sleeved, button up shirt that has celtic knottery embroidered around the seams.

[b]Weapons?: [/b]A katana with a feather-shaped hilt. The katana's blade is an emerald green with a diamond edge blessed by the wind itself.

[b]Personality:[/b] He's very calm and at peace with himself and others around him. The death of his aunt and his own "death" didn't bother him anymore... rather, he longs to protect the things he loves and holds dear... until you get him mad, then he's the complete opposite.

[b]Bio:[/b] Valensia was once a young lad in the backstreets of Claire, Ireland. He used to love hanging out with his aunt Loreena on the shores of Claire. The waves would break against his stubby legs and they both would laugh. One day, that all changed. The first actual civil war in Ireland broke out that day. His aunt was killed in the spray of bullets because she was protecting Valensia.
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[Patronus]

[b]Name: [/b]Everett (last name unknown)
[b]Age: [/b]10
[b]Gender: [/b]Male
[b]Shadow: [/b]Blaze
[b]Appearance: [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21825[/img][/b]
[b]Personality: [/b]Quiet, very quiet. Everett's childhood -- and his recent past -- have caused him to become such. He does talk, ocassionally, and when he does, it's usually snide or sarcastic.
[b]Weapon[/b]: A steel staff.
[b]Biography: [/b]Born to a couple who wanted a child like they wanted a terminal disease, Everett's life was tainted from the start. His father, who wasn't a stereotypical drunkard or wife-beater, was actually a college professor. But when he'd come home, he'd treat Everett like trash, ruthlessly beating him and torturing his emotions. And then his father began sexually abusing him when he was six.

His mother wasn't much better. She'd lie in bed, call for Everett from his room, and then insult him when he would arrive. "Do you know how much I've had to go through to keep your scrawny *** alive?" she'd yell. "You're a good-for-nothing baby, and I wish you'd never been born!"

Everett kept taking the abuse, both sexual and emotional, from his parents until he was nine years old. His parents had been fueling his rage like gas fueled fire. And then came their death.

His parents died in a massive fire that destroyed two homes nearby as well, but killed no one else. Everett watched the back yard, with no remourse, no regret. No feelings at all. He knew from that point on that he was a firestarter, but he did not know it was the Blaze Shadow.

For the next year, Everett traveled around London, jumping from relative to relative.

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Name: Samuel (Sam) Manar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Shadow: Freeze
Appearance: see attachment(the male being carried)
Weapons?: Uses a light weight sword that was once his father's It is not known why his father had a sword.
Personality: It all depends on his mood. His personality can change quite rapidly. He may be happy fun and joking around at one point but if the circumstances call for it he can quickly becom serious, dark and cold.
Bio: Some might say that Sam doesn't have a past. He just seemed appear one day with no friends. No one questioned who he was or where he came from but his light hearted personality made it easy for him to make friends. No one knows whether he has a family or not because he was always very silently when it came to being questioned about his parents.

The Freeze shadow came to Sam one night while he was asleep. He wasn't sure what it was but the shadow forced a pact out of him. After this event a new side to Sam was born. This was his colder more serious side. It is not evident why he made the pact with the shadow or why it changed him.

OOC: sorry for the short Bio. I want his history to be uncovered during the RPG.