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Post by Akina on Feb 26, 2012 19:30:54 GMT -5
There is planet, almost close to us but yet so far, where war was the way of life. It was a continuous battle between the light side of the planet and the dark side. This is know to us to well with our continuous place of segregation. The people of this planet called their home Ashlyn. With this war reaching no close conclusion their way of life was to defend themselves from the citizens of the other side. On the each side rose an organization that promised to protect its citizens with their lives.
On the Light Side, the organization called themselves the Angels. They station many of their offices around the two countries that made up the light. The country of Aislinn in the north and Roya in the east. In Aislinn resided their headquarters. The royal family ruled with grace over the citizens of both Aislinn and Roya in the capital of Aislinn. Their eldest son, Arman, became the head of the Angel organization when he turned 18. He, along with few other members of the organization, had the ability to use dreams to their advantage in battle. People with these abilities became part of the Heavenly Force. They dealt with the Hell Demons from the dark side. Their powers ranging from materialization of items in one dreams about or the ability to draw power from the dreams of others to power their psychical powers. They considered themselves the good people because they used their abilities to help instead of destroy.
On the Dark side, they also formed an organization to counter the Angels. They call themselves Demons. As well as the Angels, they spread their offices throughout the countries that made up the dark side. Asura was in the south and Kerberos was in the west. When the small civil wars ended, they ended up stationing their headquarters in the capital of Kerberous. The brother to the king of Aislinn became the King of Kerberous. Being full of anger towards his brother, for taking what was his, he help build the Demons to disgrace his brother's honor among his citizens. In order to be sure that his brother would pay, he placed his eldest daughter, Usha, in charge of the Demons. She was placed through terrible training, however, she completed and took the General spot when she was 16 years old. Her and the few other members contain the ability to control nightmares, therefore became part of the special group inside the organization who called themselves the Hell Demons. Their powers range from the ability to cast a never ending nightmare on the victim or to cast the opponents weakness in front of them to paralyze them.
From these organizations, came forth young teens, who processed these strange abilities. The teens who have lost everything, came to save their brothers and sisters of their country. They risked everything to protect the same people who failed to protect what they hold dear. As the war dragged on, many of the people living out many years of the war, hoped to believe that someone would come along and end the war. Many believed that it would be a young adult would change the fate of Ashlyn. They, however, lost their hope as the war drew on for centuries. They could only now wait for the peace to come and defend themselves from their opponents. For with a night there is a dawn, and a person, a heart. They waited, hoping that with the war came peace.
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Post by ninjastorm45 on Feb 26, 2012 21:56:31 GMT -5
Name: Fearin Age: 16 Gender: Male Side: Demon Powers: He has control over Shadows and Nightmares. He can tap into a dream and change it only if the controller of the dream is weak enough. Code Name: Voidwalker History: Fearin joined the side of the demons when he was 14, he was picked because of his unique ability to control shadows. He was taught to invade dreams and turn them into nightmares. Personality: He a bit arrogant and has a cruel sense of humor. Description: Black hair, Black eyes, Under his right eye is a slightly swirled tattoo. He wears a light leather armor, it somewhat resembles a shadow. Others: He likes to mess with others.
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Post by Kaethe on Feb 26, 2012 22:03:52 GMT -5
Name: Ander Rook Hallow Age: 17 Gender: Male Side: The Angels Powers: Illusionary (within dreams or in the physical realm, can form or shape shift into any single element found in dreams, i.e. objects and beings, no matter how abstract) Code Name: Koráki History: Ander was born in Roya and raised like any normal child, that was until his gift was discovered. Around the age of ten he noticed an odd power within himself. He would use it to play innocent tricks on his friends and other students in school. When the “Angels” found this he was taken into a separate educational system for other young citizens with similar powers. It sidetracked him from his real hopes and dreams, but he has had some interesting experiences nonetheless. Being selected for such prestigious affairs he has developed a sort of proudness in himself, and every year it separates him more from his family and loved ones. Perhaps it is the Angels organization pulling him further into his new line of work. The propaganda is taking him over, and now he dreams of being a leader in the near future. Personality: He is serious, has class, and is respectable, but he also has a noticeable ego. He is temperamental with people he sees to be below himself, and is know for his benign ways of talking. He’s a determined person, and if he wants something he won’t give up on trying to get it. Just the same, he is stubborn and very opinionated. Often he can be critical, blunt (honesty, it makes him seem mean), and he expects too much out of people. Though he can be rude, he isn’t evil, and he retains sure moral in being a perfectionist. Physical Description: He’s got a smaller, leaner stature than some boys (doesn’t have much muscle), and is quite youthful in appearance. He has deep blue eyes. Smooth, wispy, coal black hair, ends tipped the color of his eyes. His wings are same metallic black, with his feathers tipped that same glowing blue. He likes wearing dark colors best. Others: He adores praise and bossing others around. Every chance he gets he is playing a mind game with someone, or using his powers to tick people off. It’s all innocent fun and games, however. He detests the Demons with all of his heart and soul, and constantly goes over his willingness to sacrifice himself for the greater good. He may be growing distant from those who know him now, but he has the best intentions to protect them.
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Post by Lucky on Feb 26, 2012 22:36:25 GMT -5
Name: April Caroline Belmen Age: 25 Gender: Female Side: Demon Powers: April can manifest objects within a dream or out of a dream by using a dreams energy, she is quite good at it. Code Name: The Black Death History: April was born in Kerberous. She was immediately inducted into their military because of her unique power Description: Light blue eyes Dirty blond hair, freckles dot her face and forearms. Others: Malicious temper. Very mischievous and twisted.
Name: Loriela Maylin Oranalen Age: 18 Gender: Female Side: Demon Powers: Can materialize a physical dream in the real world. Code name: Fallen Angel History: Loriela was born in Aislinn. She was recruted into the Heavenly Force but she soon became a deserter and fled to the dark side. There she hides pretending that she has no power. Description: Light brown hair with dark red/brown highlights. Her eyes are crecent green and her skin as clear as new fallen snow. Others: She acts funny around those in the military.
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Akina
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Post by Akina on Feb 27, 2012 17:58:42 GMT -5
Name: Isleen Age: 15 Gender: Female Side: Angel Powers: The ability to take peoples dreams and use them as a source of her psychical powers Code Name: Dream Catcher History: Family, including her mother, father, and older brother Rasui, were killed by members of the Demon organization Description: She is 5' 11'', tanned-skin, white eyes, shoulder white hair with few braids, left side dyed green, star like tattoos around eyes, a pair of green goggles on her head, a dream catcher necklace with a green gem in the center as her core, a long coat with teared ends that reaches to the wrist, a pair of finger white gloves, a white single piece suit that cuts above the chest line and continues to a short shorts, a white belt around her waist, white fish nets on her legs, and a pair of white Go-Go boots. Others: Made her lifetime goal to kill the men who killed her family
Name: Cimon Age:17 Gender: Male Side: Angel Powers: The ability to see future events, used dreams as power source Code Names: Dream Oracle History: Lost his memory when he was younger, raised by the government as an experiment. When he turned 14, he was used for Project Wing as the only successful experiment. He from this gained a pair of white wings with dark purple tips. He joined the Angels after he was finished with rehab for his new wings. Description: He is 6'9'', slightly tanned skin, dark purple eyes, white hair with dyed purple ends that end at his shoulders, a white gem engraved into the light purple headband on his forehead and continues under his hair, a white tank top tucked into a pair of dark purple torn shorts, band-aids wrapped around his hands up to his elbows, a single light purple angel wing tattooed on his left shoulder, two wings with a wing-span of 4' 2'', a pair of purple combat boots, and bad-aid wrapped up his right leg. Other: Uses a bow and arrow made from dream energy, usually a light purple light.
Name: Marzena (Kitsune) Age: 16 (over 100 years old) Gender: Female Side:Angel Powers: Can change her appearance as a young girl, beautiful women, or an elderly man. She can willingly manifest themselves in people’s dreams and create illusions so elaborate that they are perceived as reality. She can fly, become invisible, and often times generate fire or lightning. She can bend time, space, and drive people mad. Code Names: Kistune History: She is an immortal being that has been on the planet since it was created. She picks a friend to trust her secret with. She knows who is fighting for the right reason. She currently is fighting for the Angels as a beautiful women named Marzena. Description: 5'10, has shoulder length hair with curled ends, front half is white and back half is gray, a white shirt with a left long sleeve, a white faded into gray coat that ends at the ankle and short sleeves, a white short ruffle skirt with a gray strip across the bottom, gray fish nets up both her legs, a pair of Greek God sandals that end at the knee, a gray belt, a pair of black lens goggles across her eyes that hide her amber eyes, and a pair of gray finger-less gloves. Other: Can change into a mermaid or other mythical creature
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Post by Akina on Feb 27, 2012 21:38:10 GMT -5
"Mom! Dad! Rasui!" Isleen ran into her home from playing all day with her friends. She fell to the ground, her eyes blurred from her tears, and shook her mother's body. "Mom! Please wake up!" When no response came from her mother, she heard coughing coming from behind her. Turning in fear, her hair spinning in sync. "Rasui!" She crawled over to her brother, and hugged him in her lap. "What happen Rasui? Why are mother and father not responding to me?" Her voice was becoming inaudible to the coughs and sniffles she was having between each breath. Rasui, holding his side to slow the bleeding from his side, looked at his little sister. "Is, Isleen. You must run. Get, get somewhere far away." He could hardly breath from the collapsed lung inside his chest. "Why? You are hurt, who did this to you?" Rasui started to cough, blood forcing itself into the air in front of him. "Rasui!" Isleen placed her hand on her dying brother's chest. Her tears slowly traced the contour of her cheek and fell from her chin to her brother's ripped shirt. "Isleen." Isleen looked at her brother, listening to what could possibly be his last words. "What is it Rasui?" Rasui took his hands and removed the necklace from around his neck. He motion for Isleen to bind down. She placed her forehead close to his, his heavy breath brushing against her skin. He wrapped the necklace around her neck. When the necklace dropped, the weight hanging around her neck. Isleen pulled away and stared into her brother's fading eyes. "Use this necklace, your powers, to protect what you hold dear." Rasui closed his eyes, and raised his chest for the last time. When Rasui was no longer responding, Isleen lowered her head onto Rasui's chest. As she wept for her deceased family, a small laughter could be heard from the door. "Well, looks like a missed a little rat." Isleen jumped up and stared at the face of a man. His grin, his hands, his clothes and the sword that he held were tainted with the shine of a red liquid. "You! You killed my family!" Isleen stared with anger toward the man you started to walk towards Isleen. "Oh, and what if I did? What can a little girl like you do? Cute me to death?" Isleen lowered her eyebrows and grunted her teeth at him. Isleen clutched her hands into fists and leaned back. She dashed toward the man, jumped up and circular kicked him in the head and knocked him to the ground. She landed on her feet and bending her knees to ease the in-pack. "Well, looks like the little rat as quite a bite." The man rubbed his wrist against his mouth to erase the stream of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. Seeing that she had only one solution, she had to run. She gad to run and gain more experience. When she gained that experience, she could then avenge for her fallen family. Before he could get up, Isleen turned for the door and ran for the safety of the village. As she approached the village, the image became blurry. With that it also turned to black, not a thing to be seen.
Isleen opened her eyes, heavy with sleep. "Isleen! Come on Isleen, its time to go." Isleen stared at the trees, the sunlight shining in patches through the leaves. Isleen looked down, the ground a few feet away from the branch she had taken her nap on. A boy with shoulder length white hair and purple dyed ends looked up at Isleen. "Okay, I'm coming right down." Isleen lifted herself from her branch. Then she jumped up grabbed the branch in front of her. Spinning around the branch, landed in front of the young boy. "You ready to go Cimon." Isleen looked at the short male his wings shading him from the sun. "Yep. We have to go to Aislinn to receive our new mission." Isleen nodded in agreement. After dusting off the extra dust off her shorts, Cimon and her walked toward the towering city on the horizon. The great city of Aislinn.
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Post by Kaethe on Feb 28, 2012 21:09:07 GMT -5
Ander stared out of the glass where he sat on a window seat in his personal dorm. His smooth black bangs, shining like the darkest crow feathers hid his eyes for a moment. He was deep in thought. Later that day, Torin had said, he was to train with his instructor in the courtyard. Living at the academy of Aislinn ensured the best education, but it had taken him from his home. “Home” was far away, now, but this was for the best. Here he was learning to be supreme. He could protect his friends this way. Many of the other students around seemed to like him, especially the younger ones. Here he had a few closer friends, and then others not so much. There were those few who hated his “stuck up” personality. He, however, knew he was no poser. It was rather that he deserved what praise he received. Why did he not see more? He was in the top of his class, and already his control of his gift was superb. Always he was making people laugh, or catching their attention. There was a real future waiting for him. Looking into the glaring sun upon his eyes you may have seen this hope. Images of success and fortune played back in his mind. His dreams had changed greatly from before. There was a new path set out for him, and that was fine. He was happy. A gentle knock lit up the blue in his stare. “Ander?” Torin slid open the door, peeking in with two green crystals set into his still young face. The older man was Ander’s instructor, and still could not have been more than ten years older. “Did you have lunch? Huxley told me that you did not come…” “Bah, I’m not hungry!” Ander snapped up with a confident grin. “Ander, you will be tired. It is time to train…” “I was too busy, and I am fine!” “Busy? You…” “I was thinking of things! I am fine!” Torin shook his head at the younger man. “Huxley says you’ve been a bit distant lately. He is your good friend, and so I trust him.” Ander’s eyes widened. He had been thrown into a corner concerning his answer. “I…” at first he stammered, took a step back and frowned. Turning around several times anxiously he came back. “Torin, you are a close friend to me as well. I would tell you should I think there is a problem.” Torin did not look convinced. “In all honesty, Ander, do you feel ready to train today? If not you know I expect you to make up for this.” He was a kind, understanding master, but he knew when to push his most capable students. It was to challenge them, and keep those special wits that they had. “I am fine. Let’s go!” Ander nodded his head sternly as he crossed his arms. “Come along, then.” Torin walked off. Ander had only to follow, and they day would progress at its normal pace. His form rushed into a light, fluttering mass along a breath of air. He had his own wings, when he pleased, but birds were such graceful creatures. The crow swooped past Torin, down and through the halls. This particular spirit had often visited his dreams, and was thus one in Ander’s endless supply. “Koráki, do not get ahead of yourself!” but, the boy had easily made his way.
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Post by Lucky on Feb 28, 2012 21:27:02 GMT -5
Loriela creeped through the dark streets of Kerberous. demons creeped around the sullen streets as the fallen angel lurked unnoticed in the city. It was the center of the Demon organazation, and the only place she could hide from the Heavenly force and the Hell demons. She had hidden herself for many reasons. Mostly because she couldn't handel the constant fighting and the death that surrounded both the sides. Anyone with abilities was made apart of the military. One bothsides even though the heavenly force was nice about it. As it was her gift had a mind of its own. Often it seemed like she had another person living inside of her. All she could do was hope the military would not find her. April sat in her ritz chair in the main building of the Hell demons. She had begun to rise up the ladder rather quick, not as quick as Usha but abnormally quick. Her power had proven useful because of its flexability and influence. A rather widespread force. Her abilities seemed to be endless. She looked out her huge window under the dark malevonet city of Kerberous in deep concentration.
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Post by ninjastorm45 on Feb 28, 2012 22:32:41 GMT -5
Fearin woke up to a fowl smell. He sat up and saw smoke rising from the door. He ran to the door and touched the handle. It was hot to the touch. It was obvious that it was a fire in his house. He yelled for his parents, but he heard no response. The fire crawled under the door and into his room. He coughed as the smoke spread. "This can't be happening!" A few tears ran down his face. He opened his window and fell to the ground below. He stands up and limps from his house. He turns back to see the house fully engulfed in the flames. More tears came down from his face. He sat down and just stares at his house. A dark figure emerges fro the flames. It was the shape of a man. The man walked forward and reveled his face. He had an evil smile on his face. Fear closed his hand into a fist as the man slowly approached him. The man laughed, "Did I miss one?" Fearin stood up with an angry look on his face. "Did... you do this...?" The man takes a step closer. "What if I did?" He starts a small fire in his hand. Fearin quickly steps backwards. The man points his hand at Fearin and laughs once more. Fearin's eyes widen and a shadow catches the man's foot, causing him to fall. The man is in shock. "What the heck was that?!" The shadow drags the man back. The shadow disappears into the ground releasing the man. Fearin passes out from the exhaustion. The man stands up and stumbles back. "What was that power? (Insert Demon leader's name here) will want to know about this..." He picks up Fearin and carries him past the burning house.
((I think I want to do a "4 years later" thing))
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Akina
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Post by Akina on Feb 29, 2012 19:02:12 GMT -5
Isleen and Cimon walked through the busy street. Small town shops selling varies items were as busy as ever. Isleen swung to the right to let a group of children run past her. Their laughter brought back the memory of when she use to play with her friends back home. Fearing that she would let her emotions show, see quicken her pace to the building in the center of town. The building stood miles high in the sky, casting a shadow among the houses behind it. Isleen walked up to the guard standing strong in front of her. "Do you have any identification?" Isleen pulled out a small booklet from her pocket inside her coat. She opened the booklet to the inside cover, where a stamp of a circle with two angel wings inside the circle was on the hard cover. Under that symbol a notification of her as a governmental agent for the special forces. "Welcome back, Miss. Isleen. I wish you look in your assignment." The guard placed his palm against the blank plate in the center of the gate. A bright blue glow came from the connection, making the gate click-n-clack as the blue light swirled its way around the bars. Then metal bars quickly blurred into the ceiling and ground. "Thank you." Isleen started ti step through the gate with Cimon following her. The guard, however, dropped his sword in front of Cimon. "I need to see some identification from you as well." Cimon grabbed the back of Isleen's coat, making her jump around to stare at a frighten Cimon. "Its okay officer. If you look on his shoulder, you will see a mark that allows him to enter the building." Cimon turned to his other side to show off the purple tattoo of a wing and a serial number under the picture. "Project Wing?! Well, I guess that enough for now, but he needs to get a state issue identification to enter again." The guard lifted his sword and Cimon dashed to Isleen's side. Isleen grabbed his shoulder, a placing a fake smile looked at the guard. "We will do that as soon as we get inside. You have a good day now." The guard placed his hands on the side walls which brought down the metal bars.
Isleen and Cimon walked through the door into a wide open room. A circular corner sat in the center with call technicians placed a certain feet apart sitting inside. As Isleen and Cimon walked up to the counter, they heard someone call Isleen's name. "Isleen!" Isleen turned around only to be knocked down by a body mass. "Marzena!" The young women sat up on Isleen's stomach placing her hands in front of her. "I can't believe you!" Marzena started to fake cry as Isleen looked at her with a confused look. Marzena pointed at Cimon, making Cimon jump back a little bit. "You replaced me! I went home for a day and you decided to get rid of me. We've been together since graduation from the academy." Marzena was now had salted tears damping Isleen's shirt. "Uh, Marzena. I didn't replace you. Arman put him under my wing, you know like a teacher. I need to give him some experience before he can go out into the field by him..." As Isleen was in mid-sentence, Marzena jumped up and grabbed Cimon's hand. "Hi I'm Marzena. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a excellent fighter!" Marzena stepped back and placed her hands into a fist. "Come one, give me your best punch!" "Uh, I don't ..." Cimon was about to protest when Isleen slapped Marzena in the back of her head. "Will you stop it already, Marzena! Cimon doesn't fight girls. He's a true gentleman, besides we made a appointment to get him a state id." Marzena just stared at Isleen as she walked towards a hallway off to the left. Marzena followed rubbing the now throbbing back of her head, Cimon just stood their confused at what happen. "Come on Cimon. The registration is down here." Cimon snapped out of his daydream and ran after them. "So, do I need to take something like a test or something?" "Nope, just need to look professional." Cimon looked at Marzena. "What? Do you need something?" Cimon blushed a serious red, staring at the ceiling started to scratch behind his ear. "Um, well, I was wondering if this is how it is with all the other teams." Marzena looked at Cimon, his attempt to avoid eye contact with her. She started to giggle to herself, which turned into a full out laugh. "What? Was it something that I said?" Cimon was blushing even more than before now. Pushing up her goggles and rubbed the shines from her eyes, trying to control her laughter. "No, each team acts differently. Isleen and I just happen to be best of friends when we were in the academy. We actually are the youngest graduates. Weren't we Isleen?" Cimon looked at Isleen, her back was straight and strong. "Yep, we graduated at age 11. We have been on the Heavenly society for 5 years tomorrow." Cimon slipped and fell straight on his back. Dashing up, he stared at Marzena and Isleen as they stared at him. "El, eleven!?" Marzena bent down to eye-level with Cimon. She extended her hand, offering to help Cimon up. "Yea, that's what happens when you have a purpose. You sorta train till you master your powers." Marzena started to giggle to herself as Cimon took her hand. Helping him up, Marzena patted him on his shoulder. "Come on, your about to be a member of the Angels." Cimon stared at Isleen and Marzena as Marzena playful tease Isleen. Cimon laughed and ran after them.
They came to a room to the right came a shocking flash. "Next!" Isleen turned around and looking at Cimon pointed to the doorway with her thumb. "Here you go. We will wait here while you get your stuff done." Cimon swallowed a mouth full of spit, nervously walked into the room. A women in a flora printed dress was setting up a camera for the next person. "Um, hello?" The women jumped and stared at Cimon. She wore a pair of glasses with swirls in the lens. "forever alone I didn't see you come in. Well, can you please sit on the stool. I will be a few more minutes." Cimon dragged his feet over to the stool. He sat and stared at the camera in front of him. The woman turned on a bright light, blinding Cimon. "Say cheese!" Cimon looked straight at the camera, but before he could smile the the camera clicked taking the picture. "Okay, if you exit this room you should be able to get your member booklet in the room three doors down." Blinded from the sudden flashes, he exit the room to run straight into the wall on the other side. "Cimon that would be a wall." Cimon looked at Marzena as she tried to help him. "forever alone, the sudden flashes sorta blinded me." Isleen started to chuckle a little. "Come on, we need to pick up your id." Cimon followed them to the room that the woman had pointed out to him. Inside there was another counter, but this time it was a man standing behind it. He had shaggy hair and was involved with his reading of his novel. "Hey Ialu!" The man looked up from his novel and when he saw Isleen and Marzena, he almost jumped out of his seat from his joy. "Marzena! Isleen! Long time no see! " Isleen walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug. "Yeah, we should really get together more often. Hey, my friend here just got his picture taken. I need his membership booklet." "Let me check." Ialu looked behind him and pulled out a new booklet from his countless others. "Here we go. Cimon, the Dream Oracle." Ialu handed Cimon his booklet, "Thank you." Cimon accepted it and opened it up. His picture and the same stamp as Isleen's booklet were shining through. "Good luck. I'll call you guys later." The girls waved goodbye and handed out The door. "Now your a member of the military." Marzena placed her hand on Cimon's shoulder. "Where do we go next?" Cimon turned to Isleen. "Mission Assignment. "
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Post by Kaethe on Mar 5, 2012 22:00:10 GMT -5
In one of the Academy’s many courtyards a normal scene was taking place. The quickest paws slid past stones, darting around force fields and figments of the mind. A charcoal fox was beginning to tire. His deep eyes of blue and thought were making rapid decisions, all meant to be right, perfect, and to be affective in this battle. His nimble frame would need to change soon, for the large, snowy beast had seen him. “Hrarg-!” Huxley, now a bear, swung his great paw for Ander. Shaking the sweat from his fur Ander thought in time of another dream. “A brick?!” Torin, watching from a distance saw the smaller creature lose its graceful form to a heavy block. Just like that Ander had become the red-clay prism, and was slung across the field. With a clunk his back was rammed into a tree, and that saved him. He was reminded of a slithering animal, and turning into a snake he slipped into the oak branches overhead. “Something is off with him today…” Huxley was exhausted, and had given up his power for the day as he slowly trotted over to the instructor. “I can see this. Of all things, he thought to be a brick?” Torin shook his head. Huxley could become living beings, while Ander had a much wider range of dream items to become. It made his friend jealous at times, but of all inanimate things to be, a rick? Huxley was not impressed, nor Torin. Ander flittered out from a limb as a tiny, blue bird. His weight was transferred the ground as he became himself again. His eyes looked stressed, and his hair was damp with struggle. “Ander, you did not eat today, did you?” Ander began to shake his head, to lie in an arrogant way, but his teacher knew better. “It is time for dinner. We are done for this evening. Ander you must eat! If you are to have any missions soon, you must be in good condition to take them on!” Torin walked away without another word. The young men who were left shared a stare, Huxley’s more sympathetic than Ander’s annoyed look. “What did you do with the straddle I gave you this morning? You said that you ate it!” Huxley frowned as they began to follow their mentor. “I fed it to the birds. There have been more and more at my window lately. I like it, hmph!” Ander crossed his arms. “No wonder! You are feeding them! Of course they come!” “But, I like it! I haven’t been hungry anyway. I like seeing the birds.” “I thought you wanted to be a commander? That course will come soon!” “It has only been a week. I’m just in a small dark bit of a week. Everyone has their rough times! I only needed to put out a little more thought!” The excuses continued. “I hope that thought will set you straight before our next mission comes up!” an active season was on its way. So far Ander had not failed any of his tasks, but his recent work had gone down in quality since last his performance was checked. “Ander, I’m going to watch you tonight and make sure I see food go down your throat…” Torin glanced over his shoulder as the neared the dining hall. “No more than a week and I will request our next assignment.” Ander sighed, rolled his eyes over once or twice, but accepted that. He couldn’t give up the thrill of a mission if he was to be a leader some day. “Ander! I made it today! Oh, Ander, I made it through!” as Ander sat near Huxley to begin eating a child came to their side. “Made it through what?” Ander said it blandly to the girl, his eyes flicking back an forth between his friend and Torin while they stared him down to take a bite of bread. The girl bounced. “Elliot’s dream course! I made it through today! I am going to move up a level!” “Didn’t you hear, Ander! How was your day?!” other younger students began to gather. They admired Ander for some reason, perhaps because of his high rank in the Academy’s student system. He had been given the chance before to graduate early, but he refused for further refining. It was a noble and honored choice… “Ah, congratulations!” the attention cheered him up, and a sly smirk caught onto his face. “My day was fine, but I must congratulate you, Marie!” he smiled at Torin and ate another chunk from the tip of his fork. The fine metal points pinged against his teeth, only to show off that he was behaving, and he patted Marie’s shoulder. “Congratulations to all of you.” Torin’s smile was gentle. The children loved him as well, many dreamed to follow Ander and become his apprentice one day as well. “But may I ask that Ander have time to rest? It is kind of you to visit but he has been training hard today. I must see to it that he is well.” The growing warmth in his look made the group blush with awe. “Oh, yes, Sir!” they bowed, and before long, had scurried off. Ander frowned at losing his audience. “I am fine…” “No you are not. Eat.” Torin smirked back at his stubborn student, giving his own does of wit. “Must I give you a bed time? Ander, how old are you?” “Sir, I am fine!” Ander groaned, but Torin chuckled. “Then take care of yourself. Huxley, you must help me to keep an eye on him.” The mentor’s wink went to the other student, who nodded. “I’ll tuck him in later.” Huxley snickered. Ander glared for a moment, but then smiled darkly at the tease. “It’s been too long since we have had a mission…”
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Post by ninjastorm45 on Mar 5, 2012 23:54:23 GMT -5
4 years later...
Fearin sets himself behind a stone column. The building that he is in has cracks and broken walls. "Come on Red, give me a small chance to hit you? Fearin grinned as he ran from his hiding spot. Fire is shot at him as he runs. "I'm not taking my chances. One you get close enough, I'm finished." Red lights a fire in his hand and watches for Fearin. "Then how about I end this now?!" Fearin rushes at Red with a clear black sword. Red shoots a flame at Fearin. Fearin disappears in the blaze. "Fearin?" Red seemed worried that he hurt his friend. "Right behind you." Red turns and falls back in surprise. Fearin extends his arm and helps Red up. They both laugh. A man in a jet black armor walks in. "That's enough you two. Fearin, the leader wants to see you. Red, get back to your team." Red walks away with his hand behind his head. "Whatever you say Tempest." Fearin walks out of the building and into a hall. He makes a right and enters a large room. "You wanted to see me?"
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Post by Lucky on Mar 11, 2012 14:04:38 GMT -5
Loriela moved through the shadows with discrete caution. Demons could easily recognize the difference between Angels and Demons. If she was caught she'd either be killed or forced to fight against the Military she had left. She suddenly heard footsteps in the passage way in front of her. Intense light from a fire flushed out the shadows from the origin of the sounds in front of Loriela. Two demons where messing around with each other in the corridor. The turned the corner and Loriela pressed herself against the opposite wall and acted as normally as possible as she passed the two demons. As she passed the wind picked up and blew her sent at them. The two stopped and rounded on her. "ANGEL!" One shrieked and the surroundings went dark. Had trapped her in a dream. The beginning of a battle. The other created the maze. "A Visionary", Loriela whispered in the dream. One had sucked her into the dream and the other had created a cityscape maze. Loriela's power stirred in excitement. Her other bloodthirsty personality was beginning awaken. She summoned up her power white fogy mist swirled around her wreathing her body in power. She was able to pull the energy from the maze to increase her power. To encase her in a dream was a death sentence. April looked out the window in wonder She sensed two demons engage in a street brawl. Normally street fighting was normal but this felt different. Her power began to seep from her finger tips in pleasure. It sensed the fight too. The black liquid gushed in the air like ink suspend in water. "Fearin..." April cooed as the boy walked in. "Yes I wished to see you." April didn't turn to see the boy but kept talking her intense gaze still aimed at the bawl. "I have a mission for you. Your power will do well." She paused in the block C-45 of the city their is a fight commencing I'd like you to investigate. I advise extreme caution something feels dangerous about this one." He black inky serpent crept around the room in a smoke looking fashion her power was beginning to act up with all the excitement. she called it back and the ink that trailed around the air dissipated.
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Akina
Day Dreaming
Avian
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Post by Akina on Mar 19, 2012 15:55:52 GMT -5
Isleen lead Cimon and Marzene down the hall to a dead end. "Uh, not to be bothersome or anything but this is a dead end." Isleen and Marzene just laughed at each other, remembering how they thought the exact same thing when they were trainees. "Its a secret passageway. Even through you make past the guard, you won't be able to get to the Launching Pad without knowing where the passage is." Isleen placed her hand on the wall panel in front of her. A bright blue light shaped around her hand, then it flowed into the cracks of the stone to form a bird with a staff in its beak and an engraved sun popped out of the wall. "Wow!" Cimon walked over to the sun, almost gripping it in his hands when Marzene came over and whipped him around in circles. The movement was so fast that Cimon became dizzy from the blurs of the wall that he tripped over his own two feet. "No, no, no. Only members of either the royal guard or the royal family can touch the key." Cimon placed his hand on his shaken head, trying to pull his vision back to its original stand point. "Then where do we get such a person?" Marzene pointed her thumb back at Isleen. "Isleen is an adoptive member of the royal family and the head captain of the royal guards." Cimon eyes shoot open as he looked at Isleen. He had heard that the royal family had adopted a daughter, but he never thought that he would meet her let alone have her for a teacher. "Isleen?! Your the adoptive princess!?" Isleen shrugged her shoulders, a half smile on her face. Walking over to the sun she placed a gem located in her dream catcher necklace in the front of the sun. The gem and the sun both started to glow a soft green, when a stairway opened un the wall behind Cimon. "Uh, that was neat." Marzene and Isleen walked to the stairways, leaving Cimon struggling to his feet. As soon as Cimon entered the room, the wall clicked behind him. A numerous amount of floating lights decorated the walls. With their path lit by the glows, Cimon followed the girls up the stairs that spiral to the curve of the wall. It seemed like forever, when they came to a bolted door. "Okay I'm seriously doubting those guards are needed if there is this much protection just for the Launching Pad." Marzene patted Cimon's shoulder, she leaned in close to Cimon's ear and whispered, "This isn't any normal Launch Pad. Its for the Angels." Marzene stepped away and watch Isleen as she pressed certain panels. After she pressed about five different panels, the door clicked and clanked. The sound of metal clogs turning others to unlock the door. Isleen twisted the handle up and pushed the heavy metal forward.The stairway was filled with a single bright light. "Welcome to the Angles' Launching Pad."
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Post by ninjastorm45 on Mar 19, 2012 16:15:41 GMT -5
Fearin nodded. "Of course. Where do you need me?" He waited patiently for an answer. He held his hands behind his back as he waited.
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