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"ℑ ψant the ʛuts and ʛlory 𝔟aby, 𝔗his ϯown is ψasted and Ѧlone...
𝔅ut ψe are Ѧlive ╬══ℌere in 𝔇eath Ѵalley══╬
𝔅ut δon't ϯake 𝔏ove Ѻff the ϯable 𝔜et ℭause ϯonight..."

Curiousity filled Jayce's eyes as he observed the somewhat casual look, but happy tone to Alex's voice, however slight. He hid a smirk, wondering why she held back how she enjoyed the company he gave her. It wasn't the first time either, and he enjoyed making her light pink lips curve upward in an irrepressible way...then there would be the glimmer in her eyes-her beautiful, almost iridescent orbs that made the color gray not cold...but reminiscent of the cool mist on a foggy morning as they were lighter hue...

However, the glow of color across her cheeks, made his eyes heavy-lidded momentarily as he admired this reaction just as well.

The warrior snapped out of the hazy state she put him in


"...ℑt's just 𝔉ire or 𝔏osing, 𝔏osing 𝔜ou.
𝔚e 𝔏ove a 𝔏ot 𝔖o ψe Ѻnly, 𝔏ose a 𝔏ittle,
╬══𝔅ut ψe are Ѧlive.══╬ 𝔚e are Ѧlive. 𝔚e are Ѧlive..."


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Appearance: Picture to the left
Theme Song: Death Valley- Fall Out Boy

(( Don't worry, I'm going to respond to Alex directly in a separate post ))

[Saturn Midnight]

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"ΐt's ӈarder to ӄnow, just ψhere to ʛo.
ΐf Ѻnly the ʂtars Ѧligned, the ʂunsets ʛlowed..."

Age 13

Dodge, duck, roll, kick, catch hand, trip, pin...

Alina would defend herself, then strike her cell's members, going through them almost too easily. Her embers eyes glowered at each of them, but she would hardly say anything at all. Just give a nod, and walk away from the group to sit on the sidelines. She would sit and lean against a tree, staring up at birds flying overhead, observing stray dandelion florets flying their seeds near and far.

They were like The Watch members, only it seemed her floret's seed was not so graceful, different from the rest. It was broken, with scars that might never repair. Nature kept them, until they brought more to the dandelion's existence, more than she could have hoped for; lessons learned...

As she stared up at them with lazy eyes, Abrams came over, a few others, who stopped, following behind him.

"Hey Alina, is something wrong?" he asked with a small frown.
She raised a brow at him and shook her head, crossing her arms. "Why? Does something have to be wrong with me if I want to relax?" she whispered smartly.
Abrams looked at her with frustration. "We're training, Alina. We're going in rotations between your cell mates, and we're not finished till a little progress is shown."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you saying I'm sloppy? I just ran through three of you already, what more do you want?"

The cell members eavesdropping on the conversation looked annoyed. They whispered amongst themselves, some looking like they wanted to say something, but Abrams shot them a warning look to be quiet. Then he turned to look at her again.

"You're too cocky, Alina, and too selfish," Abrams locked his chestnut irises with her yellow orbs. "Don't think your age makes any difference here. We're your family, and we work to help everyone improve so we can be strong as a whole."

Alina looked shocked, instantly angry at her leader's accusations, and with him standing over her, she stood abruptly to her feet. She didn't take to being looked down upon, whoever the hell is was. "Family?" she scoffed. "What a joke. My family died a long time ago. As for them," she indicated the cell members behind him, "They shouldn't need my help. If they need help, they don't belong here!" She looked away from Abrams, and promptly turned as the cell members shouted comments her way, running off in the opposite direction.

Abrams looked furiously after her, but also pityingly, moving to run right after her, when he noticed another presence, surprised as he looked to the visitor.


"...ΐ δon't Πeed, a Ȼalm ΐn a ʂtorm,
Ѻr ʂomething to ʂcream Ѧbout, ψith Єmpty ɭungs."



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Moments after Alex had managed to throw the two meager limbs she was carrying into the flames that lit the darkening surroundings Kreuz was starting to rile up once more. In honesty Kreuz was starting to put Alex in a shitty mood, she contemplated taking a severed arrm or leg and striking him in the face with it, repeatedly till he ended up in a fetal position crying for Pandora or someone else that would tolerate his antics. With the passing thought came the big blunder of the hour brought to them by Kreuz enterprises. Kreuz over stuffed a furnace, punching the body parts as if they were a pile of food and he was stuffing a mouth, the oaf had no brains in the giant ab rippled body, a shame really; that great body and nothing to turn the lights on upstairs, a waste. In mere moments Alex was covered in a red ooze and tiny bits of human remains, being so close to the furnace when it catastrophically decided to blow up.

Alex's dark pupils remained on the floor as the inside of the black smith shop was covered in new paints of limbs and scarlet ooze before erupting out of the chimney to the outside world. A soft tremble made it's way down Alex's clenching fist. Her neutral expression began to take a new look as her anger became apparent over time. "Do you ever think? In that big ******** block head of yours Kreuz?" she gritted her teeth as the words passed through her pink lips. Kreuz most likely uttered something completely unintelligible, but it would have fell on deaf ears, compromise was gone from Alex for the moment, only anger resided at the moment. "DO YOU!?" her voice raised as her anger took over. Alex turned to her dumbass of a companion and pelted his abdomen three times. One punch to the upper left quadrant, the second to his upper right and the last to his lower left, the assault coming to an end when she drew back a step and twisted her hips towards her object of contempt (kreuz) and sent him flying through the building wall behind him with a round house kick to the chest. The building wall gave way quick as it had already taken damage from the fleshy explosion a few moments prior.

As Kreuz went for a tumble on the other side of the collapsing building Alex emerged from the house with a small sigh as she drew her bangs behind her ear, a habit she had been doing since she was a girl when she had taken her frustration out in some way or another, it was like a reset button for her. As Alex merged with the night air she drew in a deep breath furthering her attempts in calming down before she took in the sight of the shadows going to work for the cause, at least someone was being useful; Jae hadn't even lifted a finger to help as of yet. Alex looked to the pink haired nightmare as she made her way over. Pandora, for all her perky features and pretty face, Alex wondered if being a nightmare was the best option for her, but then she remembered who Pandora was. Pandora didn't mind killing, Pandora wasn't a 'good person', but she was a good soldier, a good nightmare. Maybe Alex just thought Pandora was so pretty it was wasted on a hellish creature such as the nightmare race. Her looks were better suited for the girl who got married or was coveted by all the men? Dull, boring matrimony for a dull life of a civilian. Alex never considered herself a jewel even though she had been complimented hundreds of times, she was just never into looks. She usually wore form fitting clothing that allowed breathing, nothing flashy, nothing super low cut, just clothing. Alex shook her head clear of the random tangent as the female had come face to face with her.

Pandora wanted to discuss strategy, a good plan of action for the time being, Alex didn't want to spark the war just yet, they had the element of surprise, why let it go to waste? "The village can be entered from all sides." she was thinking allowed, her eyes locked onto Pandora's but her mind was else where as she took into account everything she saw on the way. "They are coming from Makvid, that's to the west. They will have to go through a forest for awhile before massing through the plains that bring Porvit into sight. We arrived from the the North, from the forest. They will be stopping in town to check for survivors, maybe to replenish supplies and equipment at the very least." Alex's words were calculative as she began to form ideas. "If we set Jae in the forest, she can hit targets from a distance if anything were to go down. She could use her followers to keep her safe as we engage as necessary. We do have the element of surprise. They think Loyde is the only nightmare in human form, they won't expect an ambush." her ideas were coming together quite nicely. "Alright so here is the plan." her mind was now on the group in front of her. "Jae will take a post in the forest to the North, finding a good view point. Pandora, if you can manage it I want you to maintain an image of the village, make it look less destroyed or something. If there are no people I don't think it will be too much of a problem, I don't want them to bump into a shadow person and realize they aren't real. Kreuz." Alex paused as she thought of a position for him. BUT WHAT POSITION COULD A DUNCE PLAY IN AN AMBUSH?! Alex sighed and skipped him for the time being. "Bas you and I will be playing the role of village come tomorrow. Who would expect a pair of siblings to be of danger? A brother and sister, sole survivors of a massacre?" Alex smiled a bit as he thought of the small nightmare pretending to be normal, could he manage that? "Pandora, on second thought. Scratch the nightmare illusion, keep Kreuz hidden, out of the way unless he is needed." Alex knew that Pandora would hate the idea, but who else could keep the monster relatively quiet and out of the way until he was useful?

"Questions?" Alex asked rhetorically, but if there was feedback or a better plan she'd hear it out.


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ѦɭΐΠѦ "ƤΐῬЄɌ SNOW" ϘɄΐΠ
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"ΐt's ӈarder to ӄnow, just ψhere to ʛo.
ΐf Ѻnly the ʂtars Ѧligned, the ʂunsets ʛlowed..."

Torture- Picture Me Broken

Eighteen years ago...Alina Quin; 8 years old...

A young girl, around fifteen years old, made her way down the hallway, hair done up, make up on her face, wearing a short, red dress and heels. She held a tray with two glasses and a wine bottle, which she shifted to one hand as she reached one door, and knocked after hesitating a long moment...The only break in her composure was the slight trembling of her hands, and the tightness of her red lips.

"Your drinks, sir," she called after a long moment.

There was some shuffling before a a man in his thirties opened the door; shirtless with messy brown hair, he grinned widely at the girl, and pushed the door back for her. "Thanks, babe. come on in."

The girl fidgeted and stammered, "I-I just came to drop these off. Your lady should be there-"

"Oh, she came, but she's in the bathroom, and you're pretty cute. I can pay upfront," he smirked, eyes looking to her exposed chest, then down to her bare legs.

"I'm sorry, but if you want I can bring someone else-ah!" the girl spoke quickly, backing away, but the man stopped her, grabbing her by the waist and pinning her against the door, his hand moved underneath her dress, traveling up her thigh, grinning all the same.

"I said I'd pay you, lady. Come on, I'll even add a tip between you and me," he whispered in her ear, the hand moving between her legs. The girl cried out, dropping the tray on the ground. the tray hit the floor with a metallic bang, followed by the sound of broken glass, and the splatter of the wine. The man backed away from him, cursing as glass got into his foot, and glaring at the girl, before grabbing her by the hair, and throwing her in his room. She fell to the floor with a cry, and backed away from the man, scared.

"Stupid b***h! Clumsy whore! ********] he cursed, lifting one foot and pulling out a piece of glass. "Agh!"

Another man opened a door further down, looking irritated as he walked over to the brown-haired man. "What the hell is going on?"

"s**t, this b***h just spilled some drinks in the hallway! Stupid wench ruined everything!"
"Calm the ******** down. It's just some glass. Get that kid to clean it up. She doesn't leave a trace of anything. Hey Snow! Get out here now," the man walked past the angry man, banging on a door nearby.

The little girl had been listening the whole time, face twisted with anger and despair, wishing she could do something, but was relieved when the girl had dropped the tray, and she had been called to clean up. Alina got up quickly, moving to her closet and grabbing her cleaning supplies before the door opened. She turned, about to say something, but the man had already grabbed her by the collar, taking her supplies, and throwing her down beside the mess.


"...ΐ δon't Πeed, a Ȼalm ΐn a ʂtorm,
Ѻr ʂomething to ʂcream Ѧbout, ψith Єmpty ɭungs."


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"ΐt's ӈarder to ӄnow, just ψhere to ʛo.
ΐf Ѻnly the ʂtars Ѧligned, the ʂunsets ʛlowed..."

Young Volcanoes- Fall Out Boy

Age 18


Alina would merely let out a "Hmmph," of contempt. Ignoring Kreuz's retort against her owning his trade, she continued to practice with the axe. She swung in an arc, then downward a couple times as if she were splitting an enemy in half horizontally after beheading them. As Kreuz bent to pick up her sword however, she aimed for him on purpose, mostly out of spite. The dirt he threw literally and verbally only made her eyes glower at him with some amusement. Circumcise? Alina had hardly ever aimed for his manhood, however if he really wanted her to demonstrate, that could be arranged...

The tracker listened to Kreuz as he instructed her on how to hold the axe for her purposes, adjusting her hands on the handle so there was a gap between them, as instructed. She did a few more practice swings, noticing the difference, and how her balance when she swung improved. Alina still felt a little off though, and, in response to her complaints he seemed amused by her failure, what with that sigh of his, he was happy to teach her.

It made her a little more irritated, and the irritation converted to wariness as he moved behind her, holding his hands over her's. Alina didn't like to be touched, yet Kreuz seemed to make his way around that little quirk about her, which made her a bit tense. She could feel the warmth in his strong hands that tried to be relaxed yet firm as they guided her's, and though his body was a good space from her's, she almost felt she was too aware of it...whatever that meant. She usually didn't take much notice that he was a full head and shoulders taller than herself...

Alina closed her eyes, focusing on Kreuz's words."Follow my lead- and just relax. Don't try to fight the swing, but don't follow it all the way..." She nodded slightly, knowing the guideline with all weapons; to trust not only yourself, but to trust that your weapon will pull through for you-while not relying on it too heavily. Trust had to be measured in combat, and if your resolve was shaky, it was a sure-fire way to fail. Same thing went with bringing emotions into combat. If you know and trust how much momentum would fuel your swing to a certain end, and how the direction is maintained, you would be able to adjust it in the midst of combat. Perhaps it wouldn't be so easy with an axe to Alina, as a beginner, but she had fought Kreuz before and he made it seem like nothing.

She felt a little silly, however, as he told her to think of the axe as a lever, and her hands acting as the fulcrum; a great way to describe it that she should have remembered from fighting Kreuz in the past. He moved his hands on the handle in certain positions, for certain movements. One would think this became a guide to whomever tested an axe fighter out, but Kreuz was crafty. He knew how to distract her from his hands, to focus on the blade of his axe. Not only that, but his speed came with the adjustment of his hands' positions. Though a change might have taken some momentum away from his initial attack, his muscular arms would make up for it, pumping in the force he needed to add to his strike.

Alina followed the swings he ran her through, paying attention to the positions he slid her hands to for each. When he came to let go and show her the thrust, however, the tracker raised a brow, making a face beneath her mask. The thrust really was a barbaric move in her eyes; if it wasn't done fast or it wasn't timed right, it would leave you wide open. Then, he added that she should think of the other end of her axe as a weapon; to not put all her focus into using just the blade; something she had learned with her broadsword and having enemies creep up behind her back. Even knowing that, she rarely used such a tactic, as it wasn't so practical with her sword's wide hilt and not so long handle.

The tracker abruptly rolled her eyes as he wrapped up his lesson. Kreuz had flown through his 'sacred methods of the axe' she so sarcastically viewed in her mind. Though the tracker had focused throughout the lesson, she doubted she could take Kreuz on like she teased she could with his own weapon.

After some more practicing, the sun had dipped into the horizon, making the sky orange and pink before them. Shadows stretched over the training ground, and so they would have to be quick before the night fell upon them. Aline readied the axe in her hands, now adjusted in a perfectly balanced position on the handle as she held it forth.

Kreuz ran forward like a might ox, looking as malicious and cocky as ever. Alina wouldn't be surprised if she lost, but she sure as hell was determined to give him a run for his money. As he would strike, Alina determined it would be too difficult to completely block a strike from the brute of a warrior, and hold off his axe. Instead, she would use the axe like a shield briefly, catching his axe's blade so it glanced off her's with a short screech, and applying force so his blade would move in the direction he intended, but away from her body. At least...that was her intention...


"...ΐ δon't Πeed, a Ȼalm ΐn a ʂtorm,
Ѻr ʂomething to ʂcream Ѧbout, ψith Єmpty ɭungs."


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[Saturn Midnight]

♂ 27 » DEMONEYE : JAYCE FLETCHER

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JOB / ROLE - Defender of The Watch: Cell 2, Amateur Weaponsmith
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RELENTLESS • PASSIONATE • IMPATIENT • THOUGHTFUL • SMARTASS


【 LIKES 】

Women; Sparring; Excitement/Adrenaline Rush; Partying; Blacksmithing (minor hobby); The sky/nature



【 DISLIKES 】

Overly-religious people; Cowards; Negative people; Arrogance; Weaklings; Being alone



【 FEARS 】

• Fighting on a cliff, and falling to his death
• To not die fighting, if they fail in the final battle
• The dark; he can fight in the dark, but it sets the hairs up on his neck.



【 QUIRKS 】

• Jayce is a ladies man, always treating woman with the utmost respect, he will go out of his way for them, and loves to charm them.
• He tends to pace a lot when he's holding in his impatience over something, as well as other nervous tendencies like clapping his knees, shuffling his feet if seated, and staring at his hands.
• He avoids looking others directly in the eyes, as the crimson orbs look disconcerting to say the least. He's the type to smile with his eyes closed, and keep them closed unless engaged in battle, or looking away from others.



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【 BIOGRAPHY 】

When Jayce's crimson eyes opened as a newborn, they inspired fear and repulse in his parents. They were both very "religious"; his father deeply involved in the church as one of the few preachers. The church gave his family high status in their large village, and with its vast community, gossip was a terror that flew around from the youngest child to the oldest man. They would say the preacher's wife gave birth to a demon...Not wanting anyone to know about Jayce's eyes, he grew up forced to wear a blindfold over them.

It was difficult growing up, being convinced that he had a condition where it was unhealthy for his eyes to be exposed to sunlight. Of course, how could he not believe in his own family? They fed him, raised him, and showed their love...yet all behind a nervous mask.

One day, when he was five, some kids had decided to pick on the "blind" child, going so far as to beat him up. He tried to fight back, but they held him down, removing the blindfold, and exposing his eyes to the sun. Jayce would never forget the children's screams, and how his own screams cut off as he realized his eyes were fine. He went home, many of the townspeople catching sight of him, and recoiling with fear and shock.

But the little boy didn't notice all that, he was excited to tell his parents that he was fine now; his eyes were ok. When he came to his father, where he was in the middle of a sermon, shocked faces turned to meet him. His own father...denied relation to him, and cried out that a demon had possessed Jayce.

That Jayce was a nightmare.

The boy ran away as fast as he could, managing to hide in some trash, and staying there a whole night, crying as silently as he could. Jayce was scared when it grew dark, and the town grew quiet. He finally left his hiding place, knowing he had to take the chance and escape. But where could he go?

He wandered the streets until he came across a wagon, falling asleep inside of it. However, he was shaken awake by a man cloaked in shadows, his tight grip digging into the boy's shoulders as he was lifted up. Jayce met the dark eyes of his father's. The man abused Jayce, blaming him for a nightmare attack on the village that killed everyone; including his mother. He meant to kill the boy when The Watch came; alerted by his cries.

Jayce fainted, and woke up to find himself in a clinic of some sort. Jayce wanted out of there immediately, of course, upon finding out it was a cathedral, sure that everyone would be afraid of him and kill the "demon". His nurse told him about what The Watch was, and what it stood for; that the cathedral was just a cover for their efforts to save man-kind from nightmares.

Despite his indifference and distrust of The Watch Jayce held, he was unceremoniously dropped into The Watch's hands, with no other place to go. Unlike the nurse had claimed, he took more abuse as a child for being different, but would show no pain, no fear, and no weakness. He spoke to no one, and refused to train.

Then a blacksmith took the boy on, showing him the tools of the trade. The higher ups figured the boy might even become a blacksmith himself, until one day, his teacher never came back from gathering supplies; killed by the nightmares.

Jayce took it very hard, having had a close bond with that blacksmith. He had felt he made a father in the man who taught him more than just blacksmithing; about morale, about the good you must appreciate and fight for. It made the boy rethink his path, especially upon venturing to see what devastation was wrought where his teacher had died. So, he came back into training with weapons at the age of seven, as if something had miraculously clicked inside of him, and he became well-liked by all, holding no grudges against the children who had abused him, helping them even in their training.

He came to specialize with a sword and shield, and joined cell 2 soon after.


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【 WEAPON SPECIALTY & FIGHTING STYLE 】

Jayce is a close quarters fighter preferring the use of a sword and shield, allowing his defensive capability as well.



【 WEAPONS 】

• Sword & Shield
• Hunting knife



【 SKILLS 】

• Endurance- Jayce can take a good measure of blows, with or without his shield, he's not afraid to get struck.
• Balance- Demoneye isn't likely to lose his footing in battle, and if he's tripped he'll likely be able to pick himself back up with counterbalance that makes an enemy's opening abruptly closed.
• Strength- Jayce isn't easily discouraged, and will keep finding ways to make up fall harder.


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【 NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS 】


• Enemies: Nightmares and anything associated with them
• Rivals: Garret
• Family: None
• Close Friends: Keria, Axtin-the whole of Cell 2
• Romantic Interest: No one at the moment

[Saturn Midnight]

[Saturn Midnight]

❝𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝕥he, 𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝕥he 𝔹𝔼𝕊𝕋 xxxxx𝕊he ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀𝕄𝔼𝔻 𝕒nd 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼 xxxxx 𝔸 𝔹𝔸𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝℝ𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆ℕℚ𝕌𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ
𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝕥he, 𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝕥he 𝔹𝔼𝕊𝕋 xxxxx𝕊he ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀𝕄𝔼𝔻 𝕒nd 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼 xxxxx 𝔸 𝔹𝔸𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝℝ𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆ℕℚ𝕌𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ

(𝕎e 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃, 𝕎e 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃, 𝕎e 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℝ𝕀𝕊𝔼 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ)

xxxxxxx「I'm xx 𝕎𝔸𝕃𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾xx TowardsxxThexx 𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋」↯↯↯

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Garett took note of the trench they were now capable of standing in, they were progressing fairly quick, which only made Garett slow down his quiet assault on the earth with his glorified spoon. Once they were done digging the grave and collecting the flowers, that was it. It would be time for the prayers, the well wishes and then no more Emmalynn. They would never see her face again other than in their memories. If he survived Garett would make sure to visit her grave site often, keep her in his prayers even though he was assured she would be watching over them from the heavens when she wasn't helping the maker with other projects. But while Garett remained on earth he could only help to wonder if it was a simple matter of who would go next? Did they have a chance to succeed in the dark world? No. They had to. The maker was on their side and there was no power greater than that of the divine maker. Right?

Garett was shaken from thought as another familiar body arrived into view, Reilin. She seemed a bit distracted but who wasn't? Everyone's thoughts were rushing a mile a minute, Em's death, what now, to cry or not to cry, where can I hide...all sorts of thoughts. Garett looked to the hardened female warrior but only saw a beautiful sadness trying its best to be masked. Reilin peeked up to the two and the pair locked eyes for a moment, a small yearning for comfort between the two. She asked how the two males were holding up, if they were okay. "As okay as I could be given the circumstances." Garett stopped shoveling for a moment to take her into better view. He thought about asking her how she was, but her emotion was being shown as the shovel pulverized the dirt beneath her over and over again. Garett remained silent, this was Reilin and this is how she dealt with her sadness. There was nothing to kill, nothing to smite down, so the dirt might as well have been the nightmare king himself. Loyde. Garett didn't make a fuss over Reilin's actions and continued his conversation with Jannek, the last interruption from the purple haired warrior was her shovel hitting the ground with all her rage before she stormed off after whatever came to her mind.

As one woman left another entered, this time it was Emily. She appeared determined, but when her eyes would meet Garett she would only see a slgith shift in posture, he hadn't seen Emily in the battle and was worried of her wounds. She appeared to be fine, no scratches to be seen on her outward appearance. Garett's chest felt heat as he lingered in her eyes to long, he was probably sick again. "I am glad to know you fared well Emily." a smile of relief drew across his face as he looked to Jannek as he began to speak once more. A very talkative man it seemed. Jannek went on to tell Garett that he should elevate the pressure placed upon him and distribute it outward to those that surrounded him, that he wasn't alone in the mission. He talked of putting Emmalynn to rest but looking forward instead of backward. It all made sense except the part where they take guidance from the masked one. If she had been tracking them an not just a random happen stance then she wanted something and Garett wasn't sure that it would be something good. Jannek sure did seem to have some odd foresight, almost like he could tell the future and other's motives, it was an unheard of thing, not human.

Before Garett could reply to Jannek two faces appeared before them, one familiar and another an even newer stranger to the group. They were attracting people like nightmares to a watch congregation...too soon? As soon as Garett heard the three rasping on the tree closest to the trio already at the grave sight, he turned to meet the only other blonde remaining in the cells. Garett placed his gold gaze on her blue orbs a calm washing over him. He thought back to when they were fighting next to each other, everything was so easy, so precise; they worked well together. He thought to the moment he rushed after her, he was for some reason scared that she would be injured. It wasn't that he didn't think her up to the challenge. He couldn't place why he was so nervous about it in all honesty.

Behind the young angel was a teal haired man, boy? Garett couldn't tell he was rather frail and young looking, definitely not warrior. Keira spoke formally asking for forgiveness when she needn't. The guy was an alchemist and he appeared to be wounded. Keira expressed her approval that he come along, and he couldn't help but wonder if the boy knew what that meant. Tagging along with a nightmare attracting group, he would see more blood shed, more horrors than he could imagine, did he really think that was his best option or was he just seeking a free ride and food? Shortly the male seemed to step in and talk for himself. Amil, the alchemist slash merchant, a peculiar trade. Not many of those around, especially now a days. Pink eyes? That was different.

Garett's eyes shifted from Amil to Keira a few times as he assessed the situation. One more mouth to feed, one more person to look over. But Garett was Garett, how was he to turn down a injured civilian if he was willing to come along, all that remained was did the civilian know the danger he was placing himself in. "Amil." his gaze switched to the male in question as his voice took on a serious tone that didn't form from Garett's mouth too often. "We are the Watch. We are on a dangerous mission that has never been tried before." he let that sink in for a second as he paused. "There will be perils, nightmares, death, blood. We have no way of knowing what will happen as we press forward to the center of the storm." at this point it sounded as if it was going to be a no. "But..If you think you are up to the task. I trust Keira when she says she thinks you will be useful. So if you are wanting this, welcome aboard." Garett gave a soft smile before turning to Keira to see her reaction and then to Emily. "We will move out after we lay Em to rest. By time we set out it will be dusk. We will travel a ways then make camp." he gave a brief time line for the moment, something to try and stick to for now. A direction to follow.


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♐𝕃𝕆ℂ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ: Makvid
✞𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ: Emily, Keira, Loki, JANNEEEKKKK
♐𝕆𝕆ℂ: Hope this is alright, tried not to leave anything out
✞𝕄𝕌𝕊𝕀ℂ:Conquistador- Thirty Seconds to Mars
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xx𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕊 𝕒 𝔽𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝔽or 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼,xxxxx 𝕃𝕌𝕊𝕋, ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼, 𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕀ℝ𝔼xxxxx 𝕎𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕋he ℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝕠f 𝕋he 𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋 𝔼𝕄ℙ𝕀ℝ𝔼
𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕊 𝕒 𝔽𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝔽or 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼,xxxxx 𝕃𝕌𝕊𝕋, ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼, 𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕀ℝ𝔼xxxxx 𝕎𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕋he ℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝕠f 𝕋he 𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋 𝔼𝕄ℙ𝕀ℝ𝔼


(𝕎e 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃, 𝕎e 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃, 𝕎e 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℝ𝕀𝕊𝔼 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ)❞

[Saturn Midnight]

❝Πo θne seems to Ϩee It,
It's like the Шhole Шorld just keeps Ƥassing Ӎe by...Ƀy and Ƀy...
I find Єvery Πight, I lie awake, I face my Darkest Ϝear and
All these Ƚies that are Шhispering won't go away...
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xxxxxxɃreak Ⱦhe Шorld I Қnow.
xxxxxxI Ϝear I'll Πever see the Ƚight of Day,
xxxxxxI Πeed you Ӊere and Πow..."



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By the time Kreuz was finished with his whining and moaning, the others had already departed. A gloved fist rose high into the air, slamming the ground one last time, leaving a massive hole in the ground. At this instant, without being told what to do, [Margaret] hopped off of her master's shoulder and trodded down to the village to 'play' with the other children. Thump. Hastily, he forced his heavy body up, attempting to follow his minion's lead... yet he managed two steps before slipping on the slope and tumbling down. EH? The sharp edge of a half-buried quartz stone scratched his helmet with dangerous precision, slipping underneath his visor and cranking it up. His face exposed, the next few clusters managed to scrape and cut his rough visage. The fall though...was an interesting experience. The only other time he recalled tumbling down a hill of such quality was when he was with someone else. That woman. The one who refused to DANCE FOR HIM!

Flailing like a fish out of water, he came to a crunching halt at the bottom of the hill, where a poor sap, who was currently running from Pandora's minion and Jae's sniping, collided with him. Kreuz flung a wild fist out, smacking the lad in the gut, as his massive body rolled over the young man. A series of crunching sounds came from the limp body, and one could assume the worst case scenario. Like being run over by a steamroller. Or being hit by a wrecking ball.

”GRAAAAAAHHH!” As a man in the distance fell from Jae's deadly aim, Kreuz scrambled to his feet and looked around wildly, the bloodlust of his first, unfortunate, kill raising his hunger. His thirst. This is what he lived for! With another savage roar, he lowered his shoulder, readying his body for a savage charge. Alex had already given them the green-light for eliminating the population- what more was there to wait for? Bas, the speedster, was eagerly ordering his minions to do most of the dirty work- and they did, with each one claiming a home to intrude upon. Mass chaos. Panic. Following the lead of the other Nightmares, Kreuz spotted a few villagers retreating home, locking their doors, or try to bar them with furniture.

BAM. The large Nightmare officer threw himself towards the durable stone wall of the home before him, smashing through the barrier as if it were made of brittle cookies. A surprised scream came from within as a woman was flattened by several heavy bootprints to her body and face, effectively turning her into a meat pancake, while the man was crushed by the roof collapsing. From the rubble, Kreuz leaped out, holding half of a body, and swung it at the next home, splattering the contents of fresh kill all over the wall, creating a crack as a rain of gristle and bloody bits of bone rained upon the area. Once more, he smashed through the wall, angrily, fiercely, as he swung a massive fist at the occupant. Moments later, the front window broke as an array of limbs and organs sprayed the walkway just outside. A few minutes later, a warpath had been torn through the village, evident by the toppled structures. From the dust and red mist, Kreuz emerged, his helmet closed, and his entire being covered in thick, congealed blood. A dismembered hand rested on his shoulder, and the body of a small child was strewn over his back. Alex barked orders to burn the fleshy meat pies, Bas stood oddly in the center of...well, a pile of limbs, and Jae followed through and asked Kreuz to be on cleaning duty. Shaking himself like a mutt, throwing thick clumps of body matter everywhere, he began the grisly process of picking out the bodies, silently and efficiently. [Margaret] came back to perch on his shoulder as she pointed out the various human body parts. Too bad for Alex, since her plan was...smart. Yet, she would only find a massive pile of bodies shoved into a small furnace.

”BODIES! TOO MANY! FIT. Must. Fit. SMAAAAASH!” With the bright idea of simply pulping the bodies to little bits, Kreuz swung a fist at the blacksmith's furnace, now piled high with flaming corpses. The cadavers AND the furnace promptly exploded, sending the back wall into oblivion as body parts littered the interior. He shot a wary, glaring glance at Alex before he started picking up the parts again. He would have to do it quickly, since little mushroom gremlins were emerging from the woodwork to snatch their afternoon meals. With a grunt and an irritated growl, he began swatting at them, squishing limbs and sending several pieces flying towards Alex, Bas, Pandora and Jae. ”SQUISH! Kreuz shall SQUIIIISHHH all of YOUUU!”


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"...Ⱦake Ⱦhe Ƥain I Ӊold,xxxxxx
It's Ȼrying θut to be the Єnd of Ӎe,xxxxxx
But I Ȼan't hear Ⱦhe Sound.xxxxxx
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These Ѵoices choke away Ⱦhe Ƚight
And they Infect Ӎe with their Ƚies.
They try to Ⱦake Ѧway Ӎy Ƚife...❞



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[Saturn Midnight]

[Saturn Midnight]

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With the ogre of a nightmare cast aside Loyde had taken a more favorable sight into his gaze as his pupils began to return to their normal turquoise from the eery obsidian. He had posed a question to the hybiscus haired creature, but before she could answer the punished child began to whimper for more punishment, no, for deferred punishment. Kreuz wanted Loyde to spare Pandora and place her beating on to him, but Loyde hadn't planned on laying a hand on Pandora at the moment; she hadn't punched a hole in his wall or dented his door in a childish fit. Kreuz's antics were working loyde's nerves, and it seemed every time Loyde's emotion rose to high his eyes would begin to fill in once more, subtle changes, that was until he ended up choking the life from someone.

Before Loyde could turn to meet Kreuz's plead a tiny hooded figure seemed to pad his way over and silence his mug with his comically over-sized scythe. The boy seemed to put his cooled weapon to the stomach of the crying beast and ordered him quiet. Whether Bas was trying to aid Kreuz by keeping him quiet, sparing him from more punishment, or rather the kid himself grew too tired of the shenanigans that Kreuz himself presented, Loyde couldn't tell. Loyde managed his gaze once more to Pandora as she spoke. She asked for forgiveness, was she scared now? Did they finally realize what power difference lay between their tier and Loyde's own? The thought almost made a smirk replace the cold and vacant expression that currently made home on the lord's face.

Before Loyde could utter a retaliation that debunked her pitiful excuse another figure had strode down the hallway, Jae had made her appearance. Why was everyone gathering in his room? Loyde had asked not to be bothered but none the less they all gathered, even Cara, the bat s**t crazy woman that turned Loyde himself. Loyde sighed, his eyes back to normal again. "All of you-" Loyde was cut off as foot steps sounded from behind Kreuz. The scout that Loyde had mentioned had finally arrived from the battlefield. Without another word Loyde moved past everyone and walked out to the balcony. He gave Bas and Kreuz a look that told them they should leave him be, and they listened, both moving into the main room.

The two conversed, it was a language unlike the basic language that most humans spoke on the continent; the essence they shared in common allowed them to understand each other. "They have a what?" Loyde was perplexed by the idea of a prophet,a human with a mystical ability, it had never been heard of. The use of a prophet would be unparalleled, what if they could turn her into a nightmare, enhancing her power through the essence? With in another moment Loyde's wonder turned into irritation which rapidly became damnation as Loyde once again snatched up another victim into his palm . A dark aura swarming his entire being, his eyes casting a slight glow as the other side took over. The dark lord reached his hand out to the room behind him as he summoned the giant blade sitting next to his bed. Bursting through the glass planes of the balcony door sent the razor shards casting all around both creatures on the balcony. Carrying the great sword in his right hand which was seemingly impossible for a mere mortal he drew back and removed the creatures head from his body. The head fell limply to the floor before rolling through one of the spaces between the wooden railings. Loyde dropped the carcass to the floor before it dispersed into black birds. The birds began to take flight and for a moment they looked as if they would flee, but soon fell sickly to the forest floor below.

Loyde slammed his blade into the floor, his rage consuming him. "Emmalynn.." Loyde could only picture the girl with a smile on her face laying face up in the dirt, blood adorning her soft face and clothes. Emmalynn, the girl who made sure Loyde had been fed every day, the girl that he personally aided in her training with two blades. Emmalynn his friend was dead. Loyde knew that he was up against his friends, his family but for some reason he was not in control of his emotions or maybe he underestimated his feeling towards the lot of them, or maybe he just hadn't thought about what it was like to be with them since his death. "You sniveling child. Do you think she would mourn you? She, all of them seek to kill you. To end your quest for a peaceful world. You shed tears for the enemy, for those who seek to keep the world as it is. You can join her in death for your weakness or let this be a lesson, things must be done to achieve your goal." the voice from his dark origin sounded once more. Loyde couldn't make heads or tales of his emotion, but the fierce aura around him began to fade.

Loyde drew his blade from the ground and rest it on his shoulder as he made his way to the audience of his pawns, making sure to use the door and not the busted window pane. "Change of plans." Loyde's voice was even, no sign of his break down scene on the balcony, just a determination. "The watch have obtained something of value, something the world has never seen before, a prophet. Loyde let that sink in, an actual mystic, a human that could see into the future existed and was in the hands of the enemy. " I want you to capture her and bring her to me." Loyde said this with an utter clarity. "That is your priority, bring her to me. You will be traveling as a whole group. Disregard the previous pairings. There are mounts for each of you in the stables. Set out at once and do not doddle." his voice was unwavering as he gave his order.


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《 DOING Mourning a friend/ Issuing new orders.❜ 》

[Saturn Midnight]

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Moments after Alex had managed to throw the two meager limbs she was carrying into the flames that lit the darkening surroundings Kreuz was starting to rile up once more. In honesty Kreuz was starting to put Alex in a shitty mood, she contemplated taking a severed arrm or leg and striking him in the face with it, repeatedly till he ended up in a fetal position crying for Pandora or someone else that would tolerate his antics. With the passing thought came the big blunder of the hour brought to them by Kreuz enterprises. Kreuz over stuffed a furnace, punching the body parts as if they were a pile of food and he was stuffing a mouth, the oaf had no brains in the giant ab rippled body, a shame really; that great body and nothing to turn the lights on upstairs, a waste. In mere moments Alex was covered in a red ooze and tiny bits of human remains, being so close to the furnace when it catastrophically decided to blow up.

Alex's dark pupils remained on the floor as the inside of the black smith shop was covered in new paints of limbs and scarlet ooze before erupting out of the chimney to the outside world. A soft tremble made it's way down Alex's clenching fist. Her neutral expression began to take a new look as her anger became apparent over time. "Do you ever think? In that big ******** block head of yours Kreuz?" she gritted her teeth as the words passed through her pink lips. Kreuz most likely uttered something completely unintelligible, but it would have fell on deaf ears, compromise was gone from Alex for the moment, only anger resided at the moment. "DO YOU!?" her voice raised as her anger took over. Alex turned to her dumbass of a companion and pelted his abdomen three times. One punch to the upper left quadrant, the second to his upper right and the last to his lower left, the assault coming to an end when she drew back a step and twisted her hips towards her object of contempt (kreuz) and sent him flying through the building wall behind him with a round house kick to the chest. The building wall gave way quick as it had already taken damage from the fleshy explosion a few moments prior.

As Kreuz went for a tumble on the other side of the collapsing building Alex emerged from the house with a small sigh as she drew her bangs behind her ear, a habit she had been doing since she was a girl when she had taken her frustration out in some way or another, it was like a reset button for her. As Alex merged with the night air she drew in a deep breath furthering her attempts in calming down before she took in the sight of the shadows going to work for the cause, at least someone was being useful; Jae hadn't even lifted a finger to help as of yet. Alex looked to the pink haired nightmare as she made her way over. Pandora, for all her perky features and pretty face, Alex wondered if being a nightmare was the best option for her, but then she remembered who Pandora was. Pandora didn't mind killing, Pandora wasn't a 'good person', but she was a good soldier, a good nightmare. Maybe Alex just thought Pandora was so pretty it was wasted on a hellish creature such as the nightmare race. Her looks were better suited for the girl who got married or was coveted by all the men? Dull, boring matrimony for a dull life of a civilian. Alex never considered herself a jewel even though she had been complimented hundreds of times, she was just never into looks. She usually wore form fitting clothing that allowed breathing, nothing flashy, nothing super low cut, just clothing. Alex shook her head clear of the random tangent as the female had come face to face with her.

Pandora wanted to discuss strategy, a good plan of action for the time being, Alex didn't want to spark the war just yet, they had the element of surprise, why let it go to waste? "The village can be entered from all sides." she was thinking allowed, her eyes locked onto Pandora's but her mind was else where as she took into account everything she saw on the way. "They are coming from Makvid, that's to the west. They will have to go through a forest for awhile before massing through the plains that bring Porvit into sight. We arrived from the the North, from the forest. They will be stopping in town to check for survivors, maybe to replenish supplies and equipment at the very least." Alex's words were calculative as she began to form ideas. "If we set Jae in the forest, she can hit targets from a distance if anything were to go down. She could use her followers to keep her safe as we engage as necessary. We do have the element of surprise. They think Loyde is the only nightmare in human form, they won't expect an ambush." her ideas were coming together quite nicely. "Alright so here is the plan." her mind was now on the group in front of her. "Jae will take a post in the forest to the North, finding a good view point. Pandora, if you can manage it I want you to maintain an image of the village, make it look less destroyed or something. If there are no people I don't think it will be too much of a problem, I don't want them to bump into a shadow person and realize they aren't real. Kreuz." Alex paused as she thought of a position for him. BUT WHAT POSITION COULD A DUNCE PLAY IN AN AMBUSH?! Alex sighed and skipped him for the time being. "Bas you and I will be playing the role of village come tomorrow. Who would expect a pair of siblings to be of danger? A brother and sister, sole survivors of a massacre?" Alex smiled a bit as he thought of the small nightmare pretending to be normal, could he manage that? "Pandora, on second thought. Scratch the nightmare illusion, keep Kreuz hidden, out of the way unless he is needed." Alex knew that Pandora would hate the idea, but who else could keep the monster relatively quiet and out of the way until he was useful?

"Questions?" Alex asked rhetorically, but if there was feedback or a better plan she'd hear it out.






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Moments after Alex had managed to throw the two meager limbs she was carrying into the flames that lit the darkening surroundings Kreuz was starting to rile up once more. In honesty Kreuz was starting to put Alex in a shitty mood, she contemplated taking a severed arrm or leg and striking him in the face with it, repeatedly till he ended up in a fetal position crying for Pandora or someone else that would tolerate his antics. With the passing thought came the big blunder of the hour brought to them by Kreuz enterprises. Kreuz over stuffed a furnace, punching the body parts as if they were a pile of food and he was stuffing a mouth, the oaf had no brains in the giant ab rippled body, a shame really; that great body and nothing to turn the lights on upstairs, a waste. In mere moments Alex was covered in a red ooze and tiny bits of human remains, being so close to the furnace when it catastrophically decided to blow up.

Alex's dark pupils remained on the floor as the inside of the black smith shop was covered in new paints of limbs and scarlet ooze before erupting out of the chimney to the outside world. A soft tremble made it's way down Alex's clenching fist. Her neutral expression began to take a new look as her anger became apparent over time. "Do you ever think? In that big ******** block head of yours Kreuz?" she gritted her teeth as the words passed through her pink lips. Kreuz most likely uttered something completely unintelligible, but it would have fell on deaf ears, compromise was gone from Alex for the moment, only anger resided at the moment. "DO YOU!?" her voice raised as her anger took over. Alex turned to her dumbass of a companion and pelted his abdomen three times. One punch to the upper left quadrant, the second to his upper right and the last to his lower left, the assault coming to an end when she drew back a step and twisted her hips towards her object of contempt (kreuz) and sent him flying through the building wall behind him with a round house kick to the chest. The building wall gave way quick as it had already taken damage from the fleshy explosion a few moments prior.

As Kreuz went for a tumble on the other side of the collapsing building Alex emerged from the house with a small sigh as she drew her bangs behind her ear, a habit she had been doing since she was a girl when she had taken her frustration out in some way or another, it was like a reset button for her. As Alex merged with the night air she drew in a deep breath furthering her attempts in calming down before she took in the sight of the shadows going to work for the cause, at least someone was being useful; Jae hadn't even lifted a finger to help as of yet. Alex looked to the pink haired nightmare as she made her way over. Pandora, for all her perky features and pretty face, Alex wondered if being a nightmare was the best option for her, but then she remembered who Pandora was. Pandora didn't mind killing, Pandora wasn't a 'good person', but she was a good soldier, a good nightmare. Maybe Alex just thought Pandora was so pretty it was wasted on a hellish creature such as the nightmare race. Her looks were better suited for the girl who got married or was coveted by all the men? Dull, boring matrimony for a dull life of a civilian. Alex never considered herself a jewel even though she had been complimented hundreds of times, she was just never into looks. She usually wore form fitting clothing that allowed breathing, nothing flashy, nothing super low cut, just clothing. Alex shook her head clear of the random tangent as the female had come face to face with her.

Pandora wanted to discuss strategy, a good plan of action for the time being, Alex didn't want to spark the war just yet, they had the element of surprise, why let it go to waste? "The village can be entered from all sides." she was thinking allowed, her eyes locked onto Pandora's but her mind was else where as she took into account everything she saw on the way. "They are coming from Makvid, that's to the west. They will have to go through a forest for awhile before massing through the plains that bring Porvit into sight. We arrived from the the North, from the forest. They will be stopping in town to check for survivors, maybe to replenish supplies and equipment at the very least." Alex's words were calculative as she began to form ideas. "If we set Jae in the forest, she can hit targets from a distance if anything were to go down. She could use her followers to keep her safe as we engage as necessary. We do have the element of surprise. They think Loyde is the only nightmare in human form, they won't expect an ambush." her ideas were coming together quite nicely. "Alright so here is the plan." her mind was now on the group in front of her. "Jae will take a post in the forest to the North, finding a good view point. Pandora, if you can manage it I want you to maintain an image of the village, make it look less destroyed or something. If there are no people I don't think it will be too much of a problem, I don't want them to bump into a shadow person and realize they aren't real. Kreuz." Alex paused as she thought of a position for him. BUT WHAT POSITION COULD A DUNCE PLAY IN AN AMBUSH?! Alex sighed and skipped him for the time being. "Bas you and I will be playing the role of village come tomorrow. Who would expect a pair of siblings to be of danger? A brother and sister, sole survivors of a massacre?" Alex smiled a bit as he thought of the small nightmare pretending to be normal, could he manage that? "Pandora, on second thought. Scratch the nightmare illusion, keep Kreuz hidden, out of the way unless he is needed." Alex knew that Pandora would hate the idea, but who else could keep the monster relatively quiet and out of the way until he was useful?

"Questions?" Alex asked rhetorically, but if there was feedback or a better plan she'd hear it out.





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── ❝ULRICK VAN HADEN❞ ⋮✪
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KARMA IS A b***h, AIN'T IT?
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【 KNIGHT xxx 【 HOUSE OF GRANATE xxx 【 25


R A C E: [Metal] Mage

H E I G H T: 5'9"

L I K E S: Women, Food, the ocean, hanging from trees and other odd places, surprising people, getting all the attention

D I S L I K E S: Being ignored, weaklings, depressing people, House of Fang (duh), party-poopers, and stuck up people

P E R S O N A L I TY: Despite all the grief he may give others, those who know Ulrick, know he's loyal and reliable. He's "good at heart" but sports an honest tongue that is more than a little tipped with silver. He doesn't sound like the most intelligent guy, but he's logical and observant of his surroundings and the people around him. After all, it's everything around him, woman all the more, who will give a nice stroke to his ego.

That said, he seems to have a disposition that would lead one to believe he's extremely flirtatious, however, at most, all Ulrick will give is a wink and a once over. More if the woman allows of course...and he's a real show-off. It's not strange to find him shirtless somewhere even in the bitter cold.

H I S T O R Y: Ulrick's parents were both magical, and both mages that specialized in particular schools of magic. For his mother it was the earth, and for his father it was fire. Such clashing elements would seem peculiar, however, their marriage was purely arranged. Not so naturally, the pair grew to love each other by the time they had Ulrick's only younger sister Regina, but before then, growing up, his parents had many fights as one discovered the others' affairs. Ulrick's father was part of a coven; House of Granate. Not wanting his mother and Ulrick to get mixed up in the fights between secret covens of different kingdoms, he had not spoken word of them. It was this that brought his parents closer, and it wasn't long before his father had let them into his world. He would train Ulrick, just as well as his mother did, as she also became part of the coven.

Ulrick, of course, had a very different ability than his parents; the ability to manipulate metal. How he came upon the special ability of his was when he observed some weapons and just felt attracted to them in the strangest way. He was filled with awe when taken through the market, happening by the blacksmith. When he had voiced his wonder, and wish to actually wield a weapon, his parents were suprised, as might anyone. After all, with so little magic seen in public in the capital city of Emira, one would think it would be the most coveted treasure. A weapon, on the other hand, could be wielded by any human; in fact that was all humans could hold for protection.

At one stand in particular, Ulrick could still remember gawking at a weapons stand, and how the owner, knowing of the Van Haden's standing, handed him what seemed a safe weapon for a child to hold; a staff. Young Ulrick had given a sharp look of distaste at the weapon, before being hit on the head and told to say "Thank you" to the stand owner. The man told him to use his imagination, and the weapon could be as sharp as a sword. Well, it did the trick, for that's what the staff became; a beautiful, metal sword to everyone's shock and Ulrick's pure delight.

In short, Ulrick is a pure-blooded mage, who grew up with no tragic history, who has a family, was pretty filthy rich, and so on and so forth-BUT WAIT there's more.

His mother was sent on a special mission years ago, separate from his father's, and never returned...They suspect that it had something to do with the keys...

H O U S E xOFx G R A N A T E: Just because Ulrick was rich and had familial ties to the coven, doesn't mean it helped him glide up to the Inner Court and Knighthood. Of course not. Ulrick sought attention, and because of this, he knew he had to do something great; to be something great. To be the best metal mage- if there had ever been.

He trained heavily in not only magic, but in body. He fought anyone he felt like- all for himself, no concern for others, and sometimes disregarding just how devastatingly out-matched he was against the witches and warlocks he fought. Ulrick lost sometimes...many times-and defeat hit him hard every time, because it wasn't acceptable.

It wasn't long before his father had given a good knock in the head with books, and showed him it wasn't all about brawn-he needed to know and test his specialty with no gray areas to lead to his defeat. So he studied hard, while continuing his training with new perspectives in mind, different abilities in opponents kept in his mind. He found he wasn't the only metal mage that ever lived, and studied the few codex's made on metal mages, on strategies, and on weapondry above all.

As the years flew by, however, he was drawn outside of himself to what the coven stood for, as he was still sent on missions to fight other covens. Many were all-consumed with the thirst to hold the world with their powers. They would stop at nothing...even devastate the innocents that came into the crossfire-something that was rare. It happened one day; he had been targeted, but a man and his wife had been hiding in their home and they knew...

Ulrick may be egotistical, but he had a heart, and knew right from wrong as his parents taught him. The greatest lesson being that when the maker gives you the best where others have the worst, it should be considered a test of virtue. Now, Ulrick was never very religious, but the pang in his heart as he failed those innocents had sparked something inside of him...

He became stronger, and felt more powerful than ever as he felt a connection with his coven deeper than ever for their cause. He passed the initiation into the Outer Court, and as soon as another New Year came, he challenged a knight, and won at the age of 21. The rest is history in the making...

C O V E N C H A P T E R 1: In the first chapter of coven, Ulrick was reunited with his old partner Remington Tsuru, and together they went to follow a lead to his mother's whereabouts; a lead which Ulrick himself had found just when the older knight appeared after years of absence. It was at the Lake of Desponde that Ulrick found his mother encased in crystal and started hacking at the stone to no avail when Remi came along after breaking through the illusion that had entranced him; as was an effect of the lake which very few were able to escape from. His friend thought the crystal was also an illusion, and they got in a fight that left them both hurt pretty badly. What stopped the nonsense was when Remi finally punched Ulrick head-long into the crystal and it broke, and Ulrick's mother was freed. However, she had little time left as she claimed she had been under crystallization for too long. She informed them that Estella Mesa, Simone Mesa's sister had also been crystallized by House of Fang mages, but was taken away, possibly to their headquarters. Ulrick was distraught and upset that he had been too late to save his mother, and to go to all the trouble of searching for her all that time she was missing; to have her shatter right before his eyes...

The two knights returned to The Elder Tree to report what they had found out, and afterwards Remi left Ulrick to mourn his mother's death, to break the news to his family. Ulrick was extremely irritated yet did not go immediately after Remi whose mission was in Zhu. Instead he had his mother's shards of crystal buried at their mansion, and fashioned a piece into a necklace around his neck. He swore to kill all members of Fang that crossed his path, and trained hard before going after Remi, to seek his help and work together again.

Unfortunately, he received a message from High Priestess Kozue, the newly appointed priestess, saying he would be leading a group to infiltrate House of Fang's headquarters. Ulrick was hardly pleased, and downright discouraged when he met the motley crew he was to lead: a half-giant formerly of Fang, a cowardly scholar formerly of Fang, a young hysteric Granate knight with a split family, the father of said knight whose relationship with his son was shaky, a young mute witch, and a dragon lady whom had capabilities beyond that of the average snake-charmer.
The dragon lady; Lady Tarien, could see his mother and claimed that she was still alive and could be saved still. However, Ulrick is determined to lead them to victory first, using all their strengths to save Simone Mesa; a woman who hated his guts.

W E A P O N S: Ulrick naturally would use a staff as a reminder of the moment his true power was realized in metal magic. Using metal strapped to his clothes, and sometimes the area around him, he will shape the staff with any number of enchantments such as adding spikes or blades of varying sizes.

However, upon close notice, there are symbols etched all along the staff, many symbols inlaid on top of each other, as if engraved cracks into the steel. These are evidence of the different magical contracts Ulrick has made with weapons he has come in contact with. The contracts allow him to transform his staff without using extra metal, and to exchange the matter that makes up his staff with whichever weapon he summons.

Simple put; his staff can change into any weapon he's made a contract with, without any cost to him. The transformation usually takes a matter of seconds....no pun intended.

A B I L I T I E S:
[Ahem, to name a few]
Enchantments: Besides adding extra spikes or blades to his weapon, Ulrick also imbues some elemental magic when fighting particular opponents.

Metal Knight: Ability to extend the metal he wears into a thin coat of armor that braves best against fire.

Metal Rain: As the name suggests, Ulrick forms the metal around him and on him into shards like a deadly rain of metal arrows.

Other Things That Will Blow Your Mind Refer to stat sheet


TAKEN 」 ✘ Saturn Midnight