Character Stories/Histories Thread

[Cheshiyre]

This thread is for posting stories or histories related to your characters. In addition to things you have written for the character, they could be side stories or other plot lines that the character has explored in other rps, etc.

Remember, this doesn't have to be an active character in the guild. It could be any character that you have played before or desire to play.

Have fun!

 

[Nova Blancke]

I'll go first then. Didn't know which one to put it so I'll just put it here. Since it's more of a story because the version I use for the "Muse" is different.

Warning this has gore

~Hunter~

Werewolves, the most evil, fearsome and proud creatures of the upper world Ether. Once a mere disease they have evolved, grown in numbers, and established their own kingdom. Ruled by one man, the so-called Alpha male of the werewolf pack. He decides if they shall invade, crush other countries or form a treaty with them. Currently the later is applied which reassured the rest of the world but displeases most of the Werewolves.
Their hair color decides the color of their fur when they transform. Full-blooded Werewolves have either crimson red eyes or crystal blue. They carry a natural rage and bloodlust. They often suppress that when in company of other races. They only behave like this because their leader wants them to. If it were up to the majority of the Werewolves, they would have already taken over Ether. However, going against the Human Empire alone would prove to be quite the task, a nearly impossible one. Even if the Werewolves would push back the humans, they would call upon the aid of the other races of the upper world. The other races consist of:
The wise Elves, The Children of Wisdom.
The immortal Vampires, The Children of the Night.
The tree-like Dryads, The Daughters of the Earth
The nimble Nymphs, The Sons of the Water
The Werewolves might seem unbeatable but they are highly allergic to silver. A small amount of silver can act like a great poison. All of their senses would grow duller and they would constantly be in pain. When someone encounters a Werewolf and they have a silver weapon on them, there would be no need to fear them no matter how dangerous they look.

“That arrogant little human… looking down on us like that.”

With a violent throw, the book was tossed into a burning house. In front of a young man was a village that glowed with the beautiful color of fire, a glow that you could see from miles away on this beautiful night. In the reflection of his eyes, you could see the devastation that he personally brought down upon the village. Corpses lain all across the village. Some intact but most of them spread across the place. Insides hanging out and the flesh ripped off. The screams of unlucky ones caught in the fires were like a symphony to his ears. To him humans are like insects that needed to be exterminated.

The survivors gathered, wait…survivors? This was his lucky day, extermination and a hunt in a single night? The young man shivered in excitement. The man jumped off his throne of corpses. The man was Moon Bloodstone, a young Werewolf who had shown great potential and possessed every quality what made a Werewolf a Werewolf. He had a trained body, chin length pitch-black hair, crimson red eyes. You could find remains of a torn shirt on him. He had cuts and bruises all over his body. He started breathing heavier and looked up to the moon only to see that it was not full yet. Therefore, he could not go all out. A howl erupted from his mouth. As the howl ended and he lowered his head, he spotted his victim, a beautiful young woman. Perhaps he could do something else to her besides killing her. After all, he was a man and she was a woman. The grin on his face told her enough. She looked him directly in the eyes and realized that he would be coming for her. She was trembling and shaking her head as the tears rolled out of her eyes.
The moment he took one step forward, they all started running uphill like a giant flock of sheep. A maniacal grin appeared on his face. Preparing for the hunt, he kneeled down and positioned himself for a crouching start. His fingers dug into the ground for maximum grip, his heart rate accelerated, the pace of his breathing increased.

A voice in his head said the magical word.” GO “

~First Blood~

With great speed, he shot out from his position. Leaping over small rocks, avoiding trees he went in a straight line towards his victims. Their screams of fear sounded so sweet when they realized he was right behind them. An old man tripped but they young Werewolf did not feel like bothering with him. So instead of ripping him apart as he usually does he just ran over him and stomped with all his might on the old man’s spine. It was not clear what was louder, the stomp or the sound of the breaking spine. The poor thing could not even shout out in pain. It seemed he died instantly. Killing the old man was a bit boring and too easy but it seemed that the hunt would get a lot more interesting now that the survivors reached the top of the hill. At the base of that hill was a forest. The man was just in time to see them all splitting up and trying to be completely silent as they proceeded into the forest. Therefore, Moon decided that he should just play along just for fun. His eyes easily adjusted to the darkness inside the forest. The only visible spots were the spots that the moon shined its light upon.

~Double Kill~

To his left he heard the cracking of a twig followed by a quick gasp. The man hid behind a thick tree, held his breath and stood still. His prey did not wait too long. A middle-aged woman past by and stopped right in front of the man. She could not see but if she bothered to look behind her she could see his shape. Without any sound, he raised his hand. His sharp nails would swiftly end her life. Then all of the sudden he heard the rustling of leaves behind him but before he could turn around he was hit in the head with a shovel. The woman let out a scream and ran away. Behind the Werewolf stood a young man, around 23. He raised the shovel again for another strike. His eyes widened and he coughed up blood. As he looked down, he saw the man’s hand in his chest. It looked like as he was about to say something but was interrupted when the Werewolf pulled its hand back.
That was number two. Number three would be the woman that just ran away. There was no need to be chase after her though. The shovel would be good enough. Snatching it from the hands of number 2 and took a stance and aimed where she was running. With a small roar, he threw the shovel at her. Blood splattered on the trees as it hit. She slowed down and took a few more steps before dropping dead. The shovel was sticking out of the back her head. Even though he aimed at her back this was more fun to see. As the scent of the remaining survivors reached his nostrils, he started moving again. After laughing to his hearts content of course.

~Prey~

She could the taste iron in her mouth, the young woman now covered in dirt, was running as fast as he legs would allow her. Her heart was pounding like mad. The moment she heard a rustling behind her she turned her head but kept on running. When she found the source of the rustling, she was a bit relieved. It was just a small bunny making its way through the forest. When she turned her head to face the path in front of her, she felt a cutting pain on her cheek. Instinctively she placed her hand on her wound and stopped running. It was a rather nasty looking cut and was bleeding heavily. Tears rolled out of her now exhausted eyes. Dropping down on her knees, she started crying. Why was this happening to her? She should have never led the man to the village. He looked aggressive and dangerous but he protected those young animals when they met so he could not have been that bad. Or so she thought at that time.

~Bread, Cookies and Gore~

Married for 40 years, they had lived a beautiful life. The man worked his entire life as a lumberjack and still helps every now and then when his help is needed. The woman still works in a bakery. The bread that she made would linger around town all morning and that is how most people woke up. The incredible aroma of the bread mesmerized them. When they all arrived at the bakery, the stock would not last for very long. However, she did always leave some for herself and her husband. The old fool would most likely still be in bed. When all the bread sold out, she closed the bakery and went home to wake up her husband. Yes, they led a calm and peaceful life. Never thought it would end like this.

They ran through the thick forest, their wrinkled hands tightly holding one other. Panting heavily the woman stopped running. The old man panicked and said that they needed to keep on going. With an exhausted smile, the old woman told him that there was no way they going outrun a monster like that and that perhaps it was simply their time. The old man shook his head in desperation and shouted at his wife that he would never give her up. Then he walked up to her and picked her up to carry her in his arms. The old bones in his body should be able to handle it. No, they had to. Even though the old man could barely walk because of the extra weight, he still had on advantage. He knew this area like the back of his hand. A dull thud was heard behind them. The old man did not look back and just ran as fast as he could. No longer did he care about his own life. All that was on his mind was keeping his wife safe.

There was a loud crack along with a scream of the old man. He fell down and his wife rolled out of his arms. His eyes shifted from the rock that was laying next to his broken leg to his wife. He called out for her but she did not respond. With his last strength, he reached out to her and managed to grab her hand. What happened next went seemed as if it took forever for him. Behind his wife leaped the young man towards her. The old man tried to call out for him to stop this insanity but it was too late. With wide eyes and a vile grin on his face, he retracted his leg. That old woman’s head was his target. Before he hit her, his foot shot out towards her skull. With his bare foot, he crushed her old skull. Blood, brain, and bits of skull splattered on the ground. The old man screamed out a mixture of rage and sadness but before he could even get up the young man pushed off from the previous head of the old woman and leaped in the air to produce the same effect on the man, with great success of course.

~Sensation~

The young man laughed loudly as he shivered in pleasure. His laugh revealed that a psychopath would seem like an innocent toddler compared to this young Werewolf. Killing brought him a sensation that nothing could top. The look of fear, sadness, helplessness, agony and despair in their eyes gave him a feeling he could not in describe. The feeling of watching their life slipping through his fingers, the feeling of power. Domination….Control. Now it was time for his last victim. However, he wasn’t going to kill her on the spot. Oh no, he also had needs.

~Boy meets girl~

Meanwhile the young woman wiped her tears and found a bit of resolve. The wound wasn’t fully closed yet but was slowly getting there. Still a bit shaking she started to run again but managed to stay calm. If she panicked, she would make mistakes that would cost her, her life. She was up against a psychopathic maniac but that same person was also a man. Men… have needs too right? She gulped because she had never done anything like that before. However, if she does that then… he would let her go right? Then she could go to the nearest town and tell everybody what happened. She would describe what that monster did and what he looked like. Her heart skipped a bit after she heard laughter behind her. The man was standing on top of the elderly couple. Why those kind people? Why God, why?

Their eyes crossed and shortly afterwards the man dashed towards his “dessert”. Okay the girl was not as calm anymore as she was before. She picked up the pace but was no match for the speed of the man. Before she knew it, the man was right behind her. Her legs could not go on any longer, her reflexes were becoming dull, and her mind became slow. No matter how badly she wanted to, she could not go on. She slowed down and when she stopped, she leaned against the tree with her back. Still catching her breath, she looked at the man, who in turn looked back at her with his head cocked a bit. Apparently, he did not understand why she stopped running. Trying to look calm, she tried to talk him out of killing her.

“ Please....I-I’ll do a-anything…ju-just let m-me go” She said with a frightened voice. Trying to remain calm was not working. She needed to get out of here. Alive and in one piece of possible. He could do whatever he wanted to her. She just….wanted to live on.

A grin appeared on his face. He had already won. There wasn’t any need to chase her anymore. She understood her place. She would do anything for him. The man stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. With some force he pushed her to her knees. It is a good thing she did not look up so she could not see his face. The look on his face would make you think he drowned in this power. That he had lost himself completely and perhaps he did. Because now he had complete control over her. Complete dominance. The following hours were nothing but hell for the woman.

~Aftermath~

After a few hours, Moon walked away, satisfied and tired. Behind him laid something that resembled the young woman. Did she really think he would have let her go? If he had done that then nine months later, a half-breed would be born. Moon would never ever allow his blood to be diluted with the blood of a fifty human. He felt his rage boiling for a second but it quickly faded away. He was just too tired after all of this. Clouds passed over and allowed the light from the moon to pass through the trees again. It shined directly on Moon. Pieces of organs and bones along with lots of blood could be found on his body. He was in absolute bliss. Absent-mindedly he followed his nose and ears. There was a small stream up ahead. When he reached the stream, he just let himself fall into it. The water dyed red instantly but eventually regained its normal color. The water gentle carried Moon downstream. Moon did not resist one bit. His eyes gazed at the countless stars as the water carried him away.

~Lucid Slumber~

Moon lost track of time while being adrift. Floating around might be calming but he couldn’t sleep that way. He managed to grab hold of a piece of rock and climbed out of the water. He shook the water off like a dog. Moon stretching his arms and yawned. Still a bit wet he entered the forest once again. It seemed that this part of the forest wasn’t as vegetated as the part he came from. Moon looked up and let out another howl. This wasn’t anything like the previous ones. This was more like a come-together howl. He knew that there were wolves in the area. Ever since he was a child he preferred being with wolves then with his own kind. Perhaps it was because he was more like an animal then most or just because he isn’t right in the head. He never found out why. Moon spotted a nice big hollow tree. It seemed like it was made to sleep in. The moment he got in, he became drowsy. He curled up and instantly fell asleep. The rustling of the bushes woke him up. Cracking open an eye he tried to see if he could find out the reason behind it. A small pack of wolves emerged from the bushes. Normally they would be more alert when they know something else is around. But most animals don’t do that around Moon. He had a gift that allowed animals to accept him rather fast. Perhaps they felt safe around him. A feeling that is not misplaced. Moon will do anything to protect animals if he can.

Moon let out a small sigh and closed his eye again. After a few minutes he felt something curling up against his stomach. In fact he felt that a few times. Forcing his eyes open, he looked at the source of the feeling. Four small pups were laying against his stomach and chest. The fifth one was still deciding where to lie down. Since Moon was using his hands as a pillow to lie on, the pup squeezed itself between his arms and curled up like his siblings. The mother laid against the tree on guard. It seems she entrusted the pups to Moon. The young werewolf closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep after a busy day.

Nothing could beat this lifestyle of him.  

[The Silver Paradox]

Wow that was awesome....  

[Ectoplasmic Gizmo]

Sounds good. ^^
Here's the original story behind my character Luna Morealis.
If your squeamish, maybe best not to read it. It's pretty bloody.

SHOTGUN
.REVIVAL.

It is the year 02 of the New Age. The eras of the Old Empire terminated in the year 2976, the very end of the five century war.
In Japan, the once beautiful countryside is no more, and the nation has been swallowed by the great city of Tokyo; towering skyscrapers, floating buildings, hover vehicles that were never before possible, but in the depths of the old regions of Tokyo there are the slave markets.
The slaves are Hybrid creatures, genetically bred in labratories for use as weapons in the war. They have no human rights. They are considered nothing but foolish beasts.

The old truck thundered to a halt, jostling the girl. The faint light that crept throught the bars in the top far corner softly illuminated her flawless skin, her naked, perfectly shaped limbs. She raised her head slightly and opened a crimson eye. Around her neck was a thick metal collar, three tube like wire emerging from it and connecting with her head at different intervals. Right at the back was a round, socket-like nub, and two other cables snaked down each arm, entering the skin at both shoulder, elbow, and wrist. She had pointed, canine ears, and a tail to match.
The girl's name was Luna, and she was Weapon 209. Now, though, relative peace reigned, and she was no longer needed. For this reason they sold her as a slave.
Her head snapped up as someone raised the shutter at the back of the truck, revealing inch-thick bars. Great. 6000 volts of pure pain between herself and freedom. The girl fingered the dog tags around her neck. One of them was engraved with her name, date of birth, blood type, etcetera, and the other had seven marks.
Seven masters in less than two weeks. She smirked. Surely she had broken a record of some sort.
Something was prodded through the bars, then pushed towards her with a long pole. It was quickly withdrawn when she looked up.
The aroma of the meat was enticing, and she realized just how hungry she actually was. Slowly, she stood and came forward, falling on the gory red meal.
Then she heard a gunshot. She whipped around, staring at the dart that had caught her in the shoulder, then snarled. She could see the barrel of the rifle poking between the high placed bars. The girl reached for it, face contorted in rage. Two more shots; dart in her neck, dart in her chest. He hand closed around the gun as it gave its last shot, then fell limp. The last dart had punctured her neck again.
Sedative. Damn it.
In vain, she struggled against the enveloping blackness as unconciousness claimed her.

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Floating. It was lovely, drifting here. She didn't need to breathe, to move, as she watched the lazy green bubbles rise past her half-closed eyes.
Bubbles?
She screamed, straining against her bindings, but no sound left her mouth. Luna was suspended in a tank of green liquid, her hands shackled. Someone had attached a thick cable to the socket at the back of her neck, and it seemed to be sustaining her. She could feel tiny pulses of energy navigating through the other wires on her body.
She thrashed as much as she could manage, but the suspension liquid gave her movements a dreamlike speed.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[The Silver Paradox]

wow.... so many good writers here..  

[Alexandria Denton]

I think this is the place for this... sweatdrop
I'll give a little more explanation about this little bit. This is about my character Lia Flourish, who I use for many of my Harry Potter RPs. She is originally from my HP fanfiction, which doesn't have a title yet. But basically Lia is a Slytherin and is friends with Draco Malfoy and 'The Harry Potter Trio' and she finds out a secret her parents had been keeping from her. Of course, the Lia that is in 'The Pensieve' is in Gryffindor. This story/history applies to any version of Lia that I have created. So yea, here is Lia... ^.^'

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The little changeling girl stood in the middle of the room, sniffling quite loudly. She wiped her wet nose on the sleeve of her dark blue sweater and stared into the eyes of her father.

“Tell me again what happened, darling.”

Her bottom lip quivered. She didn’t want to recite the terrifying ordeal all over again. She struggled to take a deep breath, her small frame quivering as she did. “They pushed m-m-me on the g-ground and- and threw m-m-mud at m-me!” She began bawling once again. Her father kneeled down to her level and wrapped her in his arms, hushing her.

“It’s going to be all right, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about those kids anymore.” He whispered gently, which made Lia feel a whole lot better.

She loved hearing her father’s voice, it was the one thing in the world that made her feel wanted, though her mother loved her, her voice wasn’t the same as her fathers’. her mother was more childish, while her father was the grownup of the relationship. Lia took after her father in the personality aspect. Lia took after her mother in every other way. But there was one thing that made Lia different from everyone in her family. She was a Metamorphmagus. But Lia wasn’t fully capable of controlling her transformations, and the Muggle children teased her for it.

Her father stood up and walked over to one of the many bookshelves adorning the walls. He grabbed a rather large book and brought it over to her. “Why don’t you take this and go sit in the chair over there, while I talk to your mother?” Lia smiled, her red eyes brightening as she took the book from her father and climbed onto the oversized lounge chair near the window and opened the book.

Lia was a smart girl for only being six years old. While most children her age were still reading fairy tales, she was reading chapter books. Her parents were the owners of the famous bookstore Flourish and Blott’s, located in Diagon Alley. Her mother had kept her maiden name, Blott, and had given Lia her father’s name, Flourish.

The book she had on her lap was a book all about Dragons. But since her father and mother were only a few yards away, she decided to listen in on their conversation.

“She shouldn’t be going into the Muggle World, Frank, she can’t fully control herself yet.”

“I know, Meredith. But she seems to find her way there anyway. Those awful Muggle children keep teasing her and throwing things at her-”

“They call our baby girl a- a- a freak!”

“Shh! Yes, I know exactly what they call her. But what can we do?”

“We can curse those Muggle parents-”

“And get sent to Azkaban for it? I don’t think that’s the answer.”

“Then what is, Frank? I can’t let my little girl get hurt anymore. It’s just...” Lia watched as her father embraced her mother. Lia sighed, set her book aside, slid off the chair and walked over to her parents. She tugged on her mother’s skirt. Her mother looked down at her with tear stained eyes.

“Momma, I promise I won’t go over to the Muggle side any more.” She said steadily. “I don’t wanna see you cry. Please, stop.” Her mother bent down to meet her at eye level and smiled.

“Of course. I promise I won’t cry anymore, Bookworm.” She hugged her daughter tightly.

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Lia stood on Platform 9 3/4 with her Mum and Dad. It was her first year attending Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have been more thrilled at the chance to get away from her haunting memories. Hogwarts would be a chance for her to start a new life with people more like her.

“Remember, Lia, darling,” Her father spoke up. She turned to look at him. “We’ll be proud of you, no matter which House you’re placed in.”

“I know Daddy.”

“But it wouldn’t hurt if you were in one of our Houses.” Her mother laughed childishly. Lia smiled, her cheeks turning a slight pink, along with her hair.

“Now honey, don’t pressure her to try and force her way into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. But I’d bet five Galleons she’ll get into Ravenclaw-”

“Daddy!” Lia squealed quietly.

Her parents ignored her. “Oh, Frank, I’ll take that bet, and place five Galleons on Gryffindor.”

Lia pursed her lips. “Will you both stop!” She hissed. Her parents looked at her.

“Oh, we’re sorry Bookworm, we started again, didn’t we?” Her mother giggled.

Lia winced at her mother’s nickname for her. She didn’t like it very much. A bell rang out.

“Oh, you had better get on the train.” Her father said, guiding her towards a door to the train. “Remember to write, that’s why we got you an owl-”

“-We’ll send you a new book every week, so you don’t get bored with the library books-”

“-listen to your teachers-”

“-and please try to stay out of trouble?” Her father ended the speech. Lia turned from the first step in the doorway.

“Oh Daddy, you know I always do.” She joked.

“We love you sweetheart, and we’ll see you at the holidays!” Her mother said as the train began to move. Lia waved one last goodbye and stepped fully into the train. She managed to find an empty compartment and sat in seat nearest to the window. Once comfortable she pulled her book from her bag and began reading.

She had no idea how her future in Hogwarts would turn out, but she knew that it would be an adventure.  

[UnjustExitus]

Talz Urek
A Childhood in Flames

Talz sat in a wooden chair, staring down at his feet. He sniffled and reached up to brush another tear out of his eye. "I didn't do it..." he mumbled again, still staring at his feet. He felt the soft touch of fingers on his chin, then his head was tilted up to look at the beautiful face of his mother. "Talz, we aren't made at you. Your brother says he saw you break the vase with your stick. It's okay, we just don't want you to lie to us..." Talz shook his head, his blood red hair being tossed from side to side as the eight year-old had his little fit. "I didn't do it! He's lying to you! He broke the vase!" he said loudly to his mother. A fresh batch of warm tears made their way to the surface as Talz stared at his mother's deep blue eyes.

Then he felt the heavy hand of his father upon his shoulder. "Talz, son, I think you should go outside for a while..." the older man said with a sigh. Talz stood and ran from the house as fast as his young legs would carry him. Tears ran freely down his chubby cheeks now. How could they not believe him, his own parents? It was because he was different from the rest of them. His mother had dark brown hair, his fathers hair was black. His older brother also had dark colored hair. All of them were somewhat short, with dark blue eyes. Talz, however, had blood red hair, was tall for his age, and his eyes were a sea green color.

He stopped in an alley behind the tavern and sank down to the dirty ground. Talz buried his face into his hands, crying at the thought of his family hating him for being different. His brother had always told him they had found him in this very alley. Approaching footsteps let Talz know he had a visitor, and he had a dark suspicion that he knew who it was. When he looked up it was to find the figure of his brother standing over him. "They're never going to believe that I broke the vase, Talz. They love me more than you," he said with a sneer.

"That's not true!" Talz yelled at the teenager.

His brother laughed at him. "Of course it is, and you know it! Why don't you do Mother and Father a favour and just stay here on the street where you belong?" he said angrily.

He turned and started to walk away. Talz watched him for a second, then when he thought he was out of earshot muttered to himself, "I hope you die..."

His heart almost stopped in fear when he heard the footsteps coming back his way. Talz looked up and saw his brother, face twisted into a rage with his fist held back as he came at the younger child. Talz tried to scream, but his voice was caught in his throat. His brother grabbed him by his hair and hit him in the face. Again and again he hit Talz until finally he left him bawling in the alley. Talz curled up in a ball and hugged himself, crying as blood flowed from his nose and cut lip. His face was red and swollen as he lay there, crying in the alley...

~A few hours later~

Talz awoke in the alley. His face hurt more now than it had earlier, and the sun had sunk low beyond the horizon, leaving the sky a beautiful shade of purple. He shakily got to his feet and made his way out of the alley. Then he registered the fact that people were screaming. All around him people were running back and forth, some screaming for loved ones, others crying over loss. Smoke was heavy in the air, and people lay sleeping in the streets. Talz ran as fast as he could back to his home, the smoke stinging his eyes and choking his breath. He came to a stop in front of his house. The two windows on the second floor were both shattered with tongue of hot flame flicking out of them. Parts of the roof had caved in and fire engulfed much of the house. The front door had collapsed into a pile of charred wood, leaving the smoke filled house visible on the other side. Talz ran in.

He immediately started choking on the thick black smoke. Talz tripped over an uneven object and fell to the wooden floor. He looked back and saw the pale face of his father, a slash going horizontally across his stomach with blood pooled around him. There was a crack and hot chunks of wood rained down on Talz. He looked up to see the cieling colapse above him, the darkness overtook him as something heavy crashed down on him. It was hot, and Talz couldn't see, but he knew he wasn't dead, and he also knew that he wasn't in danger of catching on fire. Whatever had covered him up, it had stopped the debris of the ceiling from crushing him, and now that same debris, which was already burnt, would keep him from the flames. He let the darkness of unconciousness overtake him...

I may make a part two, which would be what happened to Talz between this event and his intro on Chronicles of Estria. I hope you enjoyed this insight into Talz's past

 

[thisisadeeaadacount]

This is an awesome idea for a thread smile
I use this as my default RP sample, although I forgot to use it for this guild. My use of third-person present tense isn't much of a hit but I'd love to hear any feedback. And of course I'll be reading everyone else's <3

Vailery Freeman thinks, If she does not show up within the next ten minutes, I will flay her alive upon sight at our next D and D session.

Normally she considers herself a pretty patient person. She doesn’t sweat easily, she’s the easygoing, amicable one who doesn’t get pissed when someone shows up late or goes AWOL. At least, not right away. Thirty minutes was nothing, she could deal, yeah, she’s waited longer, no biggie- and yet here she was, calm, composed Vailery attempting to look as though she was not checking the time every five minutes, her face the mask of indifference despite having to resist the urge to turn her head in all directions, trying to spot Jai somewhere, possibly in hiding. She’d been feeling prickly ever since her irascible maniac of a friend and mentor had emailed her three days ago to show up at the group’s usual hidey-hole in the woods and take the wrong trail and then some to get to where Jai intended for them to meet at a certain time. Fishy, in Vailery’s opinion, and it wasn’t even Jai-fishy. I mean, why would you email someone just to meet them three days later, even though you see that person practically everyday? she wonders. Jai, in typical Jai fashion, would not spill no matter how many times Vailery had bodily threatened her about it whenever they bumped into each other at the Uni. She pretty much blew Vailery off every time she even mentioned in passing the email or the Mysterious Meeting (as she dubbed it), or talked her to distraction with her nonstop jabbering about whatever nonsense she was on at the moment. Hmm. Mysterious indeed. She didn’t even drop any tantalizing hints that were specifically designed to piss her off or drive her crazy. Very mysterious indeed.

Vailery sighs and yanks the red band free from her black hair, running her fingers through it before sweeping it back behind her ears and letting her long hair flow down over her shoulders, apart from the strands that fell unevenly to her chin and temples- it was a style that does not accentuate her ‘odd’ face shape but she wasn’t in the mood to be following Jai’s fashion advice at the moment. In fact she wasn’t in the mood to listen to any of what Jai had to say if it wasn’t about why exactly she, Vailery, had to show up here in the first place. Never mind having to wait for a good forty-five minutes (and counting), she’d rather know what the heck was going on, for chrissake. Vailery twists the red bad a few times around her right wrist and glares at her watch.

“If Jai shows up any later than six minutes from now, she will be showing up to her death,” she mutters darkly as she tugs her dark blue Yankees sweatshirt down to cover her butt and part of her upper thighs. It was unusual to have a sweatshirt that long, but her brother had been tall, really tall, and for that reason alone she was happy to accept any hand-me-downs from him, which had been very a point of contention with her parents. But Vailery loved those big ‘ol cast offs that seemed to fall on the contours of her body almost as well as they had her brother’s. On some occasions she had actually been able to get away with belting one of his nicer shirts and putting on leggings- even Jai had said they looked fabulous. Her mother had gone appropriately crazy and sent her back to her room to put on something ‘decent’, which she had- an overcoat (also her brother’s) which looked a bit like a dress with the right accessories and add-ons. Her mom pretty much sucked at pinning her down, but that was one of the things Vailery loved about her. There’d been no argument today, though; it was far too cold to be making any fashion statements, at least in Vailery’s opinion. Besides, she didn’t know what Jai had planned and she didn’t want her favorite outfits ruined because of some random adventure. For this little outing she had worn her favorite blue jeans (the one where everyone said she looked like a boy in) and one of her T-shirts with an anime character printed on it. Over it was the sweatshirt, and she had opted for her trusty, dusty white sneakers rather than her usual flats.

Jai would’ve killed her.

Vailery leans back, her legs beginning to feel the effects of gaving to stand still for almost an our- and lets out a little yelp as she feels something soft and wet and possibly grimy pressing back against her back and on the nape of her neck. s**t!- she had forgotten that she had been standing in front a moss-covered wall and now had most of the back of her beloved sweatshirt damp and dewy, after having just come back from the dry cleaners. Not to mention the green sticking to the seat of her pants, accentuating her least favorite part of the body.
“Damn!” she says angrily to herself as she tries to pick out the little bits of foliage stuck to her, which wasn’t easy because not only did the damn things stick to her body, but the clung to her fingers as well and left marks between her nails, which were painted light pink but were now light-pink-with-underlying-green-tones. Vailery wondered just how she had managed to get herself looking so disgusting in the shortest amount of time possible. Just her luck to have been standing in front of the wettest, grimiest, who-knows-what-could-be-living-in-there wall when her legs had gotten tired. Not that it wouldn’t have made much difference where she had been standing- anything solid surface seemed to be crawling with plant life- they were everywhere.

Speaking of which, Vailery wonders presently, what kind of place is this? Of course, to any normal person, that should have been the very first question on their mind upon arrival, but Vailery’s mind had been full of other questions, all directed at Jai. She had taken no notice of the place the whole time she stood there, only doing a quick 360 upon arrival to make sure that the landmarks and all the other stuff Jai said would let her know she was in the right place were there. And she called herself observant! Only a blind person could not have taken notice of it- the crumbling wreck of what must have been someone’s shack, the fact that it had vines creeping up and into it from every possible direction- it must have been ancient. Vailery stared at it, wide-eyed, wondering why such a thing was still standing- it was a possible health hazard, for chrissake. Then again, how many people would have gone trekking through this godforsaken piece of land? Only kids her age ever dared to go past the Memorial, and even then the group had been way too careful in concealing the location of their special place. The only reason Vailery hadn’t decided to blow Jai off for having to meet at such a ridiculous place instead of their usual spot was that she knew that this place was part of the enormous piece of land that Jai’s father owned, and that this was not the first time Jai had organized an outing in some random place in her father’s property that she had taken fancy too, although the other trips were with the whole group and far less mysterious- the other reason she was here. The term ‘curiosity killed the cat’ did not apply to Vailery, though she’d never gotten in deep enough in anything to actually test that theory.

She wonders now, as she waits alone in this unfamiliar place, if she is soon going to find out.  

[Tohru_Rokuno]

This is a great idea for a thread.

This is about my normal RP character, Dave Weaver. This is the first story that I thought of for him, for a story series I'm working on. Details may change depending on the RP he's in.

WARNING!This is long, and technical. Go get something to drink, a snack, and open up Wikipedia if you have to.

Namco's Cyberstation arcade in the East Towne Mall was always easy to find, just follow the lights and sounds. Dave had some time to kill, so he wandered over, exchanged some cash for some tokens, and walked over to the sit-down arcade racing machines. The light-gun machines were in use for some sort of tournament, and a couple of people were playing Dance Dance Revolution, but the racing machines were being ignored. That was fine with Dave, because he liked racing games, and he liked driving. Driving was his job. He was a wheelman, one of the best. He preferred to do "good" jobs, like retrieving stolen materials, escorting at-risk people, etc., over "bad" jobs, like running drugs, stealing shipments, etc. This specialization only made him more in-demand among his high-level corporate clients.

He took off his jacket, and rested it over the back of the racing seat on the Initial D Version 3 machine that was to be his victim today. He pulled a cellphone out of his pocket, one of those cheap pre-paid TracFones, and set it on the 'dash' of the game. He dropped the four tokens into the machine, and started playing. Halfway through the first race, in the middle of a drift, the phone rings. Damnit, always right in the middle, he thought to himself with a sigh as he answered the phone. "Yeah, this is D." He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, listening to the man on the other end, as he continued racing down the mountain in the game. "They're getting ready to head out now? You told me I'd have an hour on-site to prepare," Dave said into the phone, as he rounded the last turn. "Thanks for the heads-up. I'm on my way." Dave hung up the phone as he crossed the finish line. A smile came across his face as he saw that he had beaten the fastest time set by over 4 seconds. Let's see these kids top that one, he thought to himself, as he grabbed his jacket and phone, and walked out of the arcade, towards the exit by the food court.

"You sure you don't want a donut?" he asked, extending the box towards his partner, sitting behind the wheel of the late-model unmarked Crown Victoria Police Interceptor. The driver set down his binoculars, and turned to his partner with a sigh. "No, Percy, I don't want a donut. Look what they did to you. As a Detective, you're supposed to give a professional image to the department, not reinforce stereotypes," the driver said. Percy looked at him, a mock hurt expression on his face. "Darrell, why do you always have to be so mean?" he said, then gave him a friendly jab in the shoulder. "Always so straight-laced. You need to lighten up."

Madison Police Department Detectives Percy Whitmore and Darrell Stevenson each had been on the department for 9 years. They went through the Academy together, and had become close friends. They were polar opposites, Percy being Caucasian, heavyset, and outgoing; and Darrell being African-American, thin, and reserved. Maybe their differences brought them together, maybe it was something else. What mattered was their assignment today. They were following a 1991 Mercury Tracer station wagon, registered to one "David G. Weaver". The file on him back at HQ was almost 2 inches thick. The police knew, through their informants, that something was being planned for today, and David was going to be a part of it. They wanted the details, and they were going to try following David to get them. Darrell had gotten the best marks in the MPD's Driving School out of anyone for the past ten years, and had taken additional training and instruction at a couple of performance driving schools in California as well as the Secret Service Driving School. Darrell, and the department, were confident that he could follow an early '90s compact wagon.

Right now, Darrell and Percy were parked in one of the out-lots of the East Towne Mall. Darrell was watching the food court entrance through binoculars, while Percy paged through part of David's police file. There was a picture, taken with a telephoto lens, of David. He was Caucasian, with brown hair that was a little long. He was wearing sunglasses, a buttoned long coat, and dark-colored pants. "How are you going to see him, anyways? He looks like most of these punks," Percy complained. Without moving, Darrell replied, "I'll know him when I see him."

Suddenly, a vehicle blocked Darrell's view through his binoculars. Irritated, he lowered them, and looked up to see Dave parked 20 feet away on the access road, in his '91 Mercury wagon. "I should've known it'd be you two," Dave called out the window. "Darrell, you're looking well. Percy, how's the family?" he continued. Darrell growled back, "That's Detective Stevenson to you, smartass, and I'm going to bring you in." Dave smirked back, and said, "Before you do, I've got something new for your bio on me. It's called electro-chromatic paint. Just sprayed it on last night." Dave turned, and pushed a couple buttons on the center console of the car. As if by magic, the car's paint color suddenly changed from a dark red color to a deep metallic copper color. "With the right voltage, I can change it to any shade I want. This one's called Can't Catch Me Copper. Care to see if it's true?" Dave taunted, as he rolled up his window and revved the 1.9 liter four-cylinder under the hood.

"You don't know what you're messing with, boy!" Darrell yelled back, as he started his car, the 4.6 liter V8 engine roaring to life. Percy flipped a switch on the dash, and the hidden police lights activated: strobe lights in the head and taillights; and red and blue strobe lights mounted in the top corners of the windshield and rear window. "Let's do this," Darrell said, a small grin of excitement on his face. Across the road, Dave activated his on-board defensive systems, and the rear-wheel electric drive system. With the lightweight lithium-polymer batteries and the massive electric motors mounted to each rear wheel, the car had the equivalent of over 350 horsepower, which was more than a match for the police car's 250 horsepower. Moreover, the police car was limited to a maximum of 135, while Dave's "work car" had no such limitations. Even he didn't know how fast it would go, but today looked like a good time to find out.

Dave floored the throttle, kicking in both the electric drive and the nitrous injection for the gasoline motor up front. All four tires sent smoke up into the air, howling like wounded animals as they struggled for traction against the smooth blacktop roadway. They finally achieved a modicum of grip and sling-shotted the 3,000 pound vehicle down the road like a missile. Darrell took off in pursuit, with his 4,200 pound squad car lagging behind. Darrell turned to his partner and yelled, "Why didn't we know that thing was an all-wheel-drive cruise missile?! That file is useless!"

The two cars ripped out of the mall parking lot and onto the main road. Dave, seeing traffic up ahead, flipped a switch and activated his own headlight strobes. They gave the illusion that he was a police car too, which was illegal, but so was running from the police. Besides, they got cars out of the way, which was safer for him, the detectives chasing him, and the people who were just minding their own business. He ran a stoplight and came up on the next cross-road, a T intersection onto East Washington Avenue, a 6 lane divided road. He didn't have the light, but that didn't stop him. He jumped the curb onto the sidewalk, and pitched the car into a drift, sliding across the cement and grass until he neatly re-entered the road, now on East Washington, going along with traffic like nothing happened.

Darrell tried the same maneuver, but misjudged his speed slightly coming over the curb. The rear-wheel drive Crown Victoria lost traction and started spinning. Darrell regained control, but not before they ran over the control box for the stoplights. The box ripped off, but the internals were tall enough that the car became stuck on them, rear wheels spinning uselessly two inches off the ground. The stoplights at the intersection went blank, before reverting to flashing yellow on East Washington and flashing red on the cross-street. Darrell held his head in his hands, frustrated that he let the suspect get away. Percy didn't help things by saying, "The chief's not going to be happy about this.  

[critical sass]

Relquierre delMorte
the fall.

This is a story which pretty much sums up what happened in the Astral Dimension. It follows Relquierre's past, who is my character in the Windwae RP by Alexandria Rowen.
Be warned, it is a little bloody.

The Astral Dimension...it was burning. Burning with the rage of one hundred Devae -- one hundred, because there was only one hundred of them left. One by one, she could feel their life sparks fading and falling to the earth below. Shooting stars, which groundlings would naively wish upon. It was a night where many stars would fall. Her feet felt heavy with the burden of souls, her own profession weighing her down as her light feet carried her in her flight down the dark corridor.


"Genevra! Epsilon! Phoerus! Somebody!"

Relquierre could barely recognize her own voice, as it was thick with panic and sorrow. Oh, how she would lament in the days after this. A warm draft caught Relquierre's hair, causing her purple tresses to drift backwards, catching the crystalline beads that decorated her silky hair. The corridor that she was running through opened into a circular chamber, as black as night. Actually, there really was no chamber to begin with. It was a road of glittering stars, with things that resembled teardrops suspended in mid air. She was in the Book Keeper's Sanctum.

Her own room.

In the center of the room was a small girl with wheat blonde hair that was styled into large ringlets, also decorated with a feathered headdress with dangling jewels. She turned to face Relquierre, regarding the elder Deva with hooded green eyes and a scornful smile.

Relquierre drew back, her own silver blue eyes widening as she saw the girl's Seer robes, the pristine gossamer stained with a deep red liquid. "Ophelia! But why?" Relquierre demanded of the blonde girl, who merely stared disdainfully at the Book Keeper. Her hand sought the handle of her mystic spear, Fairfrozen, which promptly materialized by her side. "You were supposed to become the Arch Seer!" Tears stung Relquierre's eyes, overflowing and rolling down her glowing alabaster cheeks.

Ophelia cocked her head to the side. "I'm not interested in serving a false Queen." The blonde's voice was colder than the regular body temperature of Devae. "If anything is to be accomplished in this world, we have to change it with force that crushes like a fist." To make a point, Ophelia extended a silk gloved hand, curling her fingers inward to form a fist, squeezing and drawing blood from crescent-shaped nail marks in her own palm.

"You're wrong, Ophelia," Relquierre called, taking a step into the Book Keeper's chamber. She could feel Fairfrozen pulsing in her hand, resonating with her inner hatred and, unfortunately, want for revenge. "The groundlings govern themselves--"

"We govern them."

Relquierre fell silent as Ophelia interrupted her, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"We, as Devae, have watched over the groundlings since the beginning of time." Ophelia turned, her sweeping Seer robes swaying with her movements, despite being saturated with blood. "For too long we have let them run amok, pettily competitive and fussing over every subject." The smaller Deva turned, glancing back at the elder Book Keeper with a sly smile pressed over her lips. "Am I wrong to think so?"

Relquierre inhaled slowly, not bothering to answer the blonde's question. Instead, she held Fairfrozen tightly and rushed at the girl, bringing the lance around and thrusting its point towards her midsection. Ophelia did not move. Her hand flew down, Fairfrozen's blade digging into the palm of her already bleeding hand, yet she didn't seem to register the pain. In turn, Relquierre froze and stared, wide-eyed, down at Ophelia.

Around the two, the small floating crystals began to shatter, releasing a fine, crimson dust that fluttered down. The barely audible tinkling of broken crystal drew Relquierre's attention.

"The Fallen Ones-- !"

Ophelia didn't let her finish her sentence. The Seer twisted around, bringing a leg up to kick the side of Relquierre's head. Said Book Keeper ducked, barely dodging the swift attack and wrenching Fairfrozen out of Ophelia's hand, crouching down just as quickly as sweeping her leg underneath the girl.

A miss.

The blonde chuckled as she jumped easily over the sweep, immediately bringing her legs back down and swinging her hand up, backhanding the Book Keeper with such raw force that the purplette was sent toppling to the side. Relquierre gasped against the power of Ophelia's slap, her conscious failing to react for a split second. Then, she resumed.

Relquierre caught herself barely, using Fairfrozen for leverage as she swung her foot down, planting her heel into a dulled spot of the blade and twisting around, bringing her free arm up to deal a swift punch to Ophelia's face. As the blow connected, Ophelia backed away, grasping her now sore cheek and growling at the Book Keeper.

"How dare you!" the small blonde roared as she raised an arm above her head, a searing ball of flame forming in her hand. As if she was an expert at pitching, Ophelia wound up and let the fireball fly at Relquierre, the speed almost neckbreaking. For normal people, that is. Its intended target was nimble in her escape, once again using her spear as support as she flipped back, whirling once in the air before landing neatly on her feet, much like a cat. There was no way Relquierre was planning on losing to Ophelia. It was her job to ensure the safety of the Astral Dimension.

Several more fireballs were flung in Relquierre's direction, but they did nothing but bounce off the invisible floor as the elder Deva hopped backwards, fumbling for the correct incantation for her own spell. Relquierre pushed her hands away from herself, directly in front of her chest with her palms facing outwards towards Ophelia.

A blue magic circle materialized around her hand, the glowing runes in the ring spinning faster and faster, beginning to spark with electricity. Before long, a beam of pure energy was fired directly at Ophelia. It caught the blonde by surprise, as the blast made direct contact, exploding as it hit.

Relquierre knelt down, reaching for Fairfrozen as she eyed where Ophelia had fallen. The smoke hadn't cleared yet, so there was no way--

"You lose," sang Ophelia's lilting voice from behind her.

The purplette was sent skidding across the invisible ground as something hard struck her from behind, leaving an awful burning sensation in the places that had dragged across the floor and all over her backside. Relquierre's vision had gone completely blurred, and she barely noticed as Ophelia leisurly padded to her fallen body, giggling with excitement over her victory. "Oh, Relquierre, surely you could have done better."

Ophelia drew her bloody hand back, then thrust it down, her fingers piercing right through Relquierre's chest. She smirked. Then, she gasped. Somehow, Fairfrozen had found its way through Ophelia's own chest.

The two froze in their positions: Relquierre on the ground, holding Fairfrozen up as it impaled Ophelia, and Ophelia leaning over Relquierre, her hand buried deep inside the Book Keeper's flesh. Both wore pained expressions, yet Ophelia's seemed more hateful.

"Damn...you..." Ophelia breathed, feeling her life spark fading.

Relquierre smiled weakly, twisting Fairfrozen inside of Ophelia's body before stealing it back, the blade ripping through the small Deva's flesh and splattering sanguine liquid all over, along with a small red orb which clattered to the ground. No longer able to keep herself up with her own strength, Ophelia crumpled to the ground, convulsing pathetically as she tried to grasp life. As she fell, her hand slipped from Relquierre's chest, pulling out an orb similar to the one that had come from her own body. It didn't take long for the small Deva's body to go limp.

The Book Keeper staggered, thrusting Fairfrozen down to keep her balance as she reached for the red orb that had come out of Ophelia's chest, still pulsing with life. Her long fingers wrapped around it, pulling it into her hand.

It was Ophelia's heart--the key to sealing away her corrupted spirit forever. Relquierre didn't have much time. Her blue gaze fell on her own Heart, which lay on the ground by her feet, flickering faintly. She struggled to pick that one up, as well. After retrieving both, she stumbled towards the altar in the back of the chamber, holding the orbs out infront of her, pushing herself until she couldn't anymore. Relquierre collapsed by the altar, weakly reaching up and placing both crimson orbs on the ivory slab.

...Done.

Relquierre could feel herself slipping, unable to grip the altar any longer. Her fingers left bloody smears on the pure white tablet as she, just like Ophelia, collapsed to the ground.

Flickering...flickering...then all was black.

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Falling...

Relquierre could feel herself falling, engulfed in her own star--her life spark. How long had she been falling? Why was she falling? She opened her eyes slowly, watching as the world above her became smaller and smaller with the distance she was falling. Her hands grasped nothing. There was a hole in her heart.

What was that...? A hole...?

She could feel her consciousness slipping again, along with any idea of who she was...

 

[The Silver Paradox]

Requiem of Death

I remember it well..... The day when I created the abominations.....

Joseph sat in front of his dusty computer as he busily typed his research notes, they were due a day ago but his motivation to complete his work in full detail prevailed over his sense of time. It had been three days since he last slept and his eyes were more heavier than the pull of the earth on his stiff hands, rubbing his face with his palms he finally pressed send on the screen. Smiling as he finally had the sensation of accomplishment in his mind he went to bed to sleep, Finally... he muttered as he hugged his fluffy cotton pillow. After a few minutes of keeping his eyes closed he was gone, Joseph found himself in a recurring dream of his that had the part of a scientist playing god. Yes the scientist was Joseph and he created two creature that was nonexistent in this world, after the part of the bloody autopsy of in his dream he awoke. Sitting up he felt the sensation that he was being watched, reaching for his old and mildly bent oval glasses on the table beside his bed Joseph's eyes widened as he realized what was in front of him. So you thought you could leave us to die..... father? The two creatures spoke in unison as they slowly made their way towards Joseph from across the room, as the creatures reached the foot of Joseph's bed they let out a nasty grin that showed their pearly fangs that glimmered in the mildly lit room. We have come.... to take our freedom was all the creatures said before their claws reached torwards Joseph's head.

+=3 months ago=+

Did you implant the chips? Joseph asked his assistant sternly as he finished stitching the back of two human shaped bodies lying on a stainless steel examination table, Yes professor was all the young assistant could say as he marveled at the two specimens lying face down on the table. So what are your plans after their completion professor? The Assistant asked with an overly excited tone. Joseph gave the assistant a glare as he slid off his latex gloves, Clean all of these up before you put them in the cryogenic chamber Joseph ordered the assistant who was now looking nervously at him. After giving the command Joseph silently marched out of the laboratory, as soon as Joseph walked into his office he immediately went to his chair to rest. Rubbing his hands with some alcohol before sitting on his recliner like office chair he closed his eyes, I hope those damned "bored members" soon realize what they are making me do.... Joseph said as he slowly drifted off into sleep. After a few hours of sleeping Joseph awoke from the buzzing of the lab fire alarm in the cafeteria right beside the cryogenics room, running towards the door he thought of the company protocol to escape and destroy any evidence that might endanger the company. Thinking and almost hoping that the fire on the other side of the building will destroy what he had created he left, Joseph soon found himself in his car and on his way towards the company Headquarters in the south end of the city. Arriving in front of a large building with the name Genotopes above it's large door Joseph's car stopped, after going inside for debriefing Joseph felt that he was being watched by some unknown entity. That was when the feelings of being watched first started.

To be continued...