Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
Pet a Panda
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- I've seen enough now,
To know that beautiful things,
Don't always stay that way.
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- I heard that evil comes disguised.
Like a city of angels...
I'm walking towards the light!!
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Rie
Eran
Qilcil
~!What name were you stuck with?!~
His Majesty Prince Rie of Azran
His Majesty Prince Rie of Azran
~!What do your friends know you by?!~
Rie, just Rie. Add any honorifics to it and I'll hit you.
Rie, just Rie. Add any honorifics to it and I'll hit you.
~!How many candles have you blown out so far?!~
Eighteen. Though Dragon's age much more slowly than humans.
Eighteen. Though Dragon's age much more slowly than humans.
~!So, what color blanket were you given at birth?!~
Boobies? Don't got em, don't want em.
Boobies? Don't got em, don't want em.
~!Do you curve to the right, or are do you go straight?!~
Hmm. The ladies have pretty faces and the gents have their own charms.
/Flirtatiously Bi
Hmm. The ladies have pretty faces and the gents have their own charms.
/Flirtatiously Bi
~!Are you a wizard, if so where do you belong?!~
Guild? Everyone in Azran goes their own way.
/Free agent, for now...
Guild? Everyone in Azran goes their own way.
/Free agent, for now...
~!Oh I bet your just powerful aren't you?!~
Rie, for the most part, uses Caster type magic which most commonly takes the form of purple flames; short of being an element like most types of magic, it would probably be best described as acid like - searing the skin of anyone it touches. When the situation calls for it he is able to switch to using holder type magic with a scythe that concentrates his magic at the blade. Like all dragons, he is able to take on a non-human form of claws and wings - though he rarely does so. Theoretically it would be possible for him to engage the full powers of a dragon - but such a thing has not been observed in hundreds of years.
Noble dragons such as Rie are also able to use a weak form of mind control called 'Influence' - which while allowing them to influence others decisions isn't exactly mind control in the traditional sense and is strongly based on the strength of will the target possesses.
Rie, for the most part, uses Caster type magic which most commonly takes the form of purple flames; short of being an element like most types of magic, it would probably be best described as acid like - searing the skin of anyone it touches. When the situation calls for it he is able to switch to using holder type magic with a scythe that concentrates his magic at the blade. Like all dragons, he is able to take on a non-human form of claws and wings - though he rarely does so. Theoretically it would be possible for him to engage the full powers of a dragon - but such a thing has not been observed in hundreds of years.
Noble dragons such as Rie are also able to use a weak form of mind control called 'Influence' - which while allowing them to influence others decisions isn't exactly mind control in the traditional sense and is strongly based on the strength of will the target possesses.
~!You aren't all that strong are you?!~
Dragon slayer magic, obviously. While using influence, motor functions are significantly impaired which makes it less useful in a one on one fight.
Dragon slayer magic, obviously. While using influence, motor functions are significantly impaired which makes it less useful in a one on one fight.
~!Are you unique like everyone else?!~
If it wasn't for the fact that the King was a drunkard and the Queen a whore you might almost believe that Rie put the royal name of Qilcil to shame. Much more content to party the night away among the peasants under a false name than attend to Princely duties as he is, Rie is the incarnation of unrepentant audacity and excessiveness. You see, the Qilcil family is well known for their liveliness -- some use much less endearing terms -- and whether or not it has to do with genetics or generational upbringing has never quite been ascertained. All the Kingdom's best tutors have tried not without hesitation to try and train each and every new offspring out of these attitudes, - each with similarly disastrous results. And Rie thus far has fit his families shoes swimmingly.
The thought of ordering someone around as a Prince should has never quite sat right with Rie as he would much rather do things for himself. Likewise the supposed divine nature of royal blood has never quite occurred to him considering his closest confidantes are often commoners far removed from power or wealth. Extremely down to earth, this may have something to do with the fact that at least under his pseudo names he is well known and liked in the many guilds of vice in Azran. He can be extremely generous when he feels like it, especially when drunk, -- and for this reason and his most 'un-princely' attitude many people actually seem to like Rie, that is, if they don't mind being dragged out of bed at unholy times of night.
If it wasn't for the fact that the King was a drunkard and the Queen a whore you might almost believe that Rie put the royal name of Qilcil to shame. Much more content to party the night away among the peasants under a false name than attend to Princely duties as he is, Rie is the incarnation of unrepentant audacity and excessiveness. You see, the Qilcil family is well known for their liveliness -- some use much less endearing terms -- and whether or not it has to do with genetics or generational upbringing has never quite been ascertained. All the Kingdom's best tutors have tried not without hesitation to try and train each and every new offspring out of these attitudes, - each with similarly disastrous results. And Rie thus far has fit his families shoes swimmingly.
The thought of ordering someone around as a Prince should has never quite sat right with Rie as he would much rather do things for himself. Likewise the supposed divine nature of royal blood has never quite occurred to him considering his closest confidantes are often commoners far removed from power or wealth. Extremely down to earth, this may have something to do with the fact that at least under his pseudo names he is well known and liked in the many guilds of vice in Azran. He can be extremely generous when he feels like it, especially when drunk, -- and for this reason and his most 'un-princely' attitude many people actually seem to like Rie, that is, if they don't mind being dragged out of bed at unholy times of night.
~!What’s your life story?!~
The Qilcil family is something of a joke among the royalty of Azran. All too often not present enough to exert authority over the Kingdom, much less run it for that matter, the duties of keeping Azran running are often relegated to the lower noble families especially the rare few who can maintain sobriety long enough to conduct the day to day business. Having been in power for a great many centuries they occupy the thrones of Azran only due to the consent of the true power holders of Azran. The lower ranked families agreeing to their rule many years ago as a compromise to halt civil war, divvying up the real power among themselves.
Azran itself is a beautiful Kingdom of lush green expanse full of roses which dot the hillsides like dew on a moist morning. Not.
Panem et circenses, -- 'bread and circuses' is the Latin term most commonly used to describe the Kingdom of Azran. A mountainous country with a plentiful snow fall, this blanket of white and the connotations of purity that come along with it is the source of jokes among the people of Earth Land the world over. The cities of Azran despite being piled with filth both in terms of people and garbage are a surprisingly popular destination for diplomats and dignitaries from all the nations, especially those with more unique interests who come to indulge in secrecy without judgment. Gambling, brothels and vice of all kinds are available on every street and as the popular saying goes 'if it doesn't happen in Azran, it doesn't happen anywhere'.
The fact that Azran remains independent can only come down to the fact that no one has ever dared to contemplate invading the land of the winged people. Well known for being docile in their high's they are equally vicious when disturbed as many a old kingdoms have learned before the general peace fell over Earth Land, the bodies of old still rumored to dot the unsettled mountainous areas and the crevices within. However, the recent disappearance of the Dragon's - long held to be the guardians of Azran, has left the country in somewhat of a precarious position as the magic council has increasingly demanded that Azran fall into line with its edicts and the rest of the nations. Many people still believe the nobility of Azran know more about the events of July-7-777 than they are letting on.
The Qilcil family is something of a joke among the royalty of Azran. All too often not present enough to exert authority over the Kingdom, much less run it for that matter, the duties of keeping Azran running are often relegated to the lower noble families especially the rare few who can maintain sobriety long enough to conduct the day to day business. Having been in power for a great many centuries they occupy the thrones of Azran only due to the consent of the true power holders of Azran. The lower ranked families agreeing to their rule many years ago as a compromise to halt civil war, divvying up the real power among themselves.
Azran itself is a beautiful Kingdom of lush green expanse full of roses which dot the hillsides like dew on a moist morning. Not.
Panem et circenses, -- 'bread and circuses' is the Latin term most commonly used to describe the Kingdom of Azran. A mountainous country with a plentiful snow fall, this blanket of white and the connotations of purity that come along with it is the source of jokes among the people of Earth Land the world over. The cities of Azran despite being piled with filth both in terms of people and garbage are a surprisingly popular destination for diplomats and dignitaries from all the nations, especially those with more unique interests who come to indulge in secrecy without judgment. Gambling, brothels and vice of all kinds are available on every street and as the popular saying goes 'if it doesn't happen in Azran, it doesn't happen anywhere'.
The fact that Azran remains independent can only come down to the fact that no one has ever dared to contemplate invading the land of the winged people. Well known for being docile in their high's they are equally vicious when disturbed as many a old kingdoms have learned before the general peace fell over Earth Land, the bodies of old still rumored to dot the unsettled mountainous areas and the crevices within. However, the recent disappearance of the Dragon's - long held to be the guardians of Azran, has left the country in somewhat of a precarious position as the magic council has increasingly demanded that Azran fall into line with its edicts and the rest of the nations. Many people still believe the nobility of Azran know more about the events of July-7-777 than they are letting on.
~!Did you forget anything?!~
Rie has a long pair of horns on his head, elongated ears and a pair of unnaturally luminescent eyes. All of these are important marking features as only the royalty are born with emerald colored eyes and each royal as well as noble family has a unique horn structure.
There is another distinctive mark of nobility among Dragons: The ability of full-fledged transformation. This is something wrapped in mystique and lore considering it has not been observed in the past thousand years. The necessities to enable such transformation are unknown besides the vague passage from old scriptures and indeed some believe the ability died out many generations ago; when the modern dragons were made. Both commoners and royalty maintain a certain ability to take on a more 'aggressive' form of elongated 'claws' and wings the uniqueness and extensiveness of which is based on many factors such as blood.
Rie has a long pair of horns on his head, elongated ears and a pair of unnaturally luminescent eyes. All of these are important marking features as only the royalty are born with emerald colored eyes and each royal as well as noble family has a unique horn structure.
There is another distinctive mark of nobility among Dragons: The ability of full-fledged transformation. This is something wrapped in mystique and lore considering it has not been observed in the past thousand years. The necessities to enable such transformation are unknown besides the vague passage from old scriptures and indeed some believe the ability died out many generations ago; when the modern dragons were made. Both commoners and royalty maintain a certain ability to take on a more 'aggressive' form of elongated 'claws' and wings the uniqueness and extensiveness of which is based on many factors such as blood.
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- It wasn't unusual for Dimitri to be up before most anyone on the academy; getting in his 'morning' run and some training at the gym. Of course, around here and operating on moroi time - morning actually meant the middle of night to the rest of the world. But it was all the same to him now, any qualms he had, had about the shift in normal waking hours had long passed since he'd become a guardian nearly six years ago. After all, what qualified for normal any more?
Brown eyes met the clock on the wall as he emerged from the bathroom; freshly showered. Good. He had a good half an hour before he would be expected at the pre-ceremony. Just enough time to get dressed and make his way to the auditorium. Turning to the clothes laid out on his bed the russian male made a face; clearly he wasn't too fond of the choice in outfit; but as a Guardian and Teacher there was no helping it. The colors were the same as the typical black fighting gear of the Dhampir - but the curves, cut and material all betrayed a much more sophisticated and dressy manner. Slacks and the white collar came together to complete the look. It wasn't a suit - still allowing enough room for movement, but it wasn't far from it. Call it 'Fighting Formal'.
Of course; Dimitri would add his own to the getup. The duster was non-negotiable after all, and black combat boots served his mobility much better than anything else.
Dressed and ready to go, Dimitri locked the door and made his way out into the corridor of the Teacher's dormitory. The walk to the auditorium wasn't long despite the large scale of the academy grounds - but nevertheless Dimitri speed walked his way over. Upon entering, he immediately took in the site of frenzied students and teachers walking about. Things were clearly coming together as the ceremony for the start of exams begun, but the gravity of the situation clearly wasn't long on anyone. Exams were, after all, a decisive matter of important to a student Guardians grade. They could very well be the difference between being allocated to a Rank-B family and having royals fighting over the privilege of your services for their children.
Not that Dimitri truly cared much about who he was guarding. Even if, as a top ranked Guardian, he was often given the rather prestigious assignments - it was duty, nothing else.
The tall Russian man was quickly noticed by one of the event organizers whom waved him over. "Guardian Belikov, good to have you" Dimitri gave a curt nod, still observing the amassing crowd. "Seems like you've got your hands full"] both Moroi and Dhampir were present, he noted. "Ah, yes well - everyone's just excited. That's all. If you'll stand by the rest of the Guardian's over there, we'll begin shortly" there was a spot where the full-fledged Guardians had begun to take up position against the walls of the auditorium. But the man had clearly moved his head in the direction of the stage, where a few other relatively ranked Guardians stood - prepared to announce which students would be assigned to which Moroi, give speeches, commend certain students - that type of thing.
Making his way toward the stage; and taking a place at the sides in line with the other Guardians - Dimitri looked out over the assembling students and couldn't help but allow a small side grin. This was an exciting day for them, after all. It was the final test they would receive before the academy would decide if they would go on to become Guardians or not -- and he was proud to play such an important role in it all.
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Nusha Sylmah Aleanaear
- What are we waiting for?
These years are dying slowly…
Today is still in front of us
And we’re breakin out cause
Today is now or never.
- They called it the ethereal city, and rightfully so. Those whom had only heard tales longed to see it and those whom resided there never had a reason to leave it. Large towers of a substance much like glass but with a much more celestial nature hung high into the skies, connected by walkways and monorail systems that seemed well past their time. People, if you can call them that, made their way to and fro as they went about their lives just as in any city. Unlike any other city however, homelessness, sickness and all other social plights that plagued humans had long been eradicated in these streets, a fact which was made all the more abundantly clear in the organized walks and overly plight demeanor of this cities inhabitants. This city was also a place where nature and urban life collided, made free of the pollution and corruption which was brought along with things such as coal, oil and other polluting ways of powering a metropolis such as this. This city relied only on its own inhabitants for its survival, -- this was Oerba, the home of the Demons.
For a very long time Oerba itself was considered to be the stuff of fairy tales, made real only by the occasional demon whom traveled outside its "walls" and told of its wonders. Made invisible by the strong glamors that surrounded it, Oerba all but did not exist except for those rare stories. As time passed Oerba came to be accepted fact, the realm of Demons that humans agreed to stay away from in return for the unspoken but mutual peace. Of course, to one with a conscious mind, - a rare thing indeed amongst demons, something darker lurked within the polished glass and surface sweetness...
There is an old story amongst Demons of the God Hyera, the Mother of all Demons as she is known. Hyera was part of a group of Gods whom were the protectors of a very vital and yet fragile balance. Each God was suppose to play their part in this stratum, not infringing on the territory of another. Hyera however begun to lust for the power of her fellow Gods, for the ability of Livu to retrieve the souls of the dead and the ability of Stera to play with the humans emotions. Consumed with her envy, Hyera created an army of beings out of her ability to control nature itself, from the toughness of the earth to the speed of lightning and even the fluid power of the seas, among many others, an army came forth. With this army that obeyed her every whim she waged war against her fellow Gods, all but trouncing their meek abilities under the weight of her seemingly endless power. Only with the intervention of Ageus, mediator of the Gods, did the rampage end.
Ageus is that which stands above even the Gods themselves, though he rarely intervenes in their affairs. The true protector of the balance, Ageus knows no right or wrong and holds no sense of loyalty, -- only serving to keep the world from collapsing in on itself. Thus, as a way to avoid this certain fate had things been allowed to continue, he brokered a peace between Hyera and her fellow Gods. The Gods which had, had their domains infringed upon by Hyera would be restored to their rightful places, -- and in return for her relinquishment, Hyera would be allowed to be a force much like Ageus, however, only over those subjects whom were her creations, -- and only if she agreed to eternal exile for her war. Infuriated by Ageus' intervention but left with not much choice in the face of the all powerful she left to command her subjects, and her subjects alone, -- the soulless, heartless, remnants of the elements, until one day when she would return to take revenge on Ageus for stopping her from attaining her place as the one and true God, powerful over all.
It was a story and for most people not much more than that. However it did serve the purpose of providing rhyme and reason to the reviled status of Demons amongst most humans, considered dangerous even amongst those whom idled them for their powers. The doctors of Azamar were often astounded and mystified by the lack of a heart beat amongst these 'people'. Psychics claimed that lack of any Soul, unable to see into their future. And the seeming complete lack of emotion was only the final nail on the view of humans when it came to Demons. For these reasons, -- Demons were said to be empty shells walking this earth with the sole purpose of obeying whatever force seemed to control them to go on.
Of course, curiosity is an emotion... Is it not?
"Take it or leave it old man; it's your call"
The rounded; podgy male with graying hair and peasants clothes slowly rotated the small amethyst trinket in his hands. He was sweating gobs despite the chilly weather. That was exactly how he liked them. "But I can't -" he begun desperately. "I don't negotiate price; so if you don't have the coin..." "No, no! Please, I'll take it!" reaching behind him and pulling a small sack from his pouch; probably his entire savings - he dropped it into the Demons eager hands. "Ah! Good choice, Sir - I assure you it'll take care of your wives ills in a jiffy ~ Just don't reuse it, yeah? Lots of nasty side effects if used on two different people" with a slight nod and a grin, Nusha stuffed the pouch in his pocket as the human clutched the amulet and made his way out of the shop with a small 'jingle, jingle'.
Oh, how gullible humans were! Selling them charm infused trinkets was a great way to make coin. Why hadn't he started doing this earlier? It was much more profitable the the scraps he'd be given of those nasty buccaneer's spoils. Oh, don't get it all wrong. His charms worked. They had to, after all - he had made quite a name for himself in this region, and if they hadn't worked he would have very likely been faced with a wall of pitchforks and torches. But as it was, people came all throughout the region to this small town he had decided to set up shop in! Humans would simply believe anything - even the most majestical tails of power far beyond his abilities. So they worked alright, but with a little (and sometimes a lot) of exaggeration.
Another day; another sale. This would buy him some treats down at the bakery; he thought, standing up from the small stool behind the counter. He would head out; he was short on food any way and he now had a weekends profit to spend. Gathering some coin, a black coat and his favorite gray flat cap hat he flipped the sign outside from 'Open' to 'Closed' and proceeded into town.
More than one person waved at the blue haired Demon as he walked by; a couple of school children playing in the streets asking when he would show them his 'water tricks' again. As the noon sky begun to approach Nusha had finally finished his shopping; arms full of paper bags with food stuffs; some metals and ingredients for charms (only the particularly difficult required actual additives) and his favorite waste of money -- whatever he'd found interesting and unfamiliar while out and about. His small - temporary - abode had begun to take on the appearance of a novelties shop itself.
And it was temporary. This was a nice town and all; but Nusha was growing restless with the same routine every day. Life with the lads back on the ship had conditioned him to a constant tempo of adventure. Town life was nice, but definitely not for him. He had nearly enough coin saved up now to where he should be able to head wherever he wanted soon without having to worry about it for at least another few months. And he could always work for a little supplemental income depending on whatever came his way.
A small grin appeared on his face at the thought. Wouldn't that be fun?
- Standing still is criminal
and never lasts forever
The safest place is now,
Today’s the day
we’re breaking out
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- Enma silently fumed as wet gravel crunched under the heels of his black boots. It was dark, almost too dark for them to see anything at all - but luckily the moon provided just enough illumination for them to avoid becoming totally lost. They couldn't afford the use of violent lights after all, not until they confirmed that it was safe out here - and the the identities of the people they were to rendezvous with was confirmed.
Damnit! He didn't like this at all. He shifted his weight as he knelt down behind the heavy brush, making sure his chakra emissions were low. They were already in a terrible situation! The rebellion was being routed on all sides, and every day it seemed like more and more of their members were apprehended. Of course, that was the exact reason - Kaito had insisted, that they needed to do this. But he didn't like it one bit. It was the Shinobi's fault this was happening in the first place, bringing them further into the matter wouldn't help anything! It could only make things worse for them. "Are you sure about this?" he asked one last time. Kaito gave him a sharp nod "we've been over it, Enma, - this is the only way. You want to see your family again, right?" as usual that shut him up - and the leader turned his eyes back to the clearing as did Enma.
Even when they moved into the clearing, everyone remained silent. Only once Kaito had determined them as Leaf Ninja did he give the signal - and one by one the small group of rebels came out of the clearing, lighting torches in an almost circular manner. There were perhaps eight or nine of them at most, - the rebellion couldn't spare any more hands than that, but this was nonetheless considered to be an important mission if Kaito and Enma had been assigned to it.
It was immediately clear who was in charge here. Kaito and Enma both rose from their covering, Kaito raising his hands in a 'We come in Peace' manner. "Shinobi from the Leaf Village, I presume?" Enma spoke up, surprising Kaito whom nevertheless played along. The Red Head seemed to regard them with a slight suspicion, but nevertheless made his way forward along with Kaito. "The defenses they have put into place around your village have made any other form of communication impossible - and thus it's a miracle even this could be arranged" Kaito seemed to be surprised himself that it had worked. They had much to talk about, his words probably gibberish to the Ninja in fromt of them.
