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((I'd like to say to a certain Demon that this RP is still alive after somme month^^ Alrightm, the original poster disapear but still))

((Yes, but thestory changequitea bit, you shuld go read old post))

The Chronicals of Iago: A Prelude

Iago was a natural choice as a member of the 32nd Toran Forward Reconnaissince, a small unit of elite light infantry which used Ranger tactics to disrupt enemy activities in any fashion concievable. Most often, they performed simple raids on supply trains or outposts, sometimes feints, small attacks to confuse the enemy as to the location of the main body of the force to which they were assigned. All members were tough veterans, shock troops of the highest calibur with at least one sortie under their belts. Iago was only 17 when he applied, the perfect age for a man to be indoctrinated into the Recon. He fit all the specifications which had been laid out by Roy Walrum, the founder or the Recon. He was young, intelligent, athletic, hard working, determined and charismatic, and a fine soldier to boot.

He spent a few years in service with the recon, rising through the ranks at a steady pace, either through promotions by merit or by death of a superior. He actually gained his position as team leader in a heated ambush in which all of his other team leaders were slain, he was able to take control of his surviving team, withdraw, regroup and mount a successful counterattack against a larger force. This earned him a level of fame which made him uncomfortable, never one to seek out the lime-light, he downplayed the incident, while still excepting the battlefield commission.

He was given command of a small team which was supposed to look into some somewhat disturbing events which had arisen near the village of Banner. It was this mission which would change his life forever. It turned out that a band of theives had conspired to take over the town. Doing as he had been taught, Iago had his team capture a few of the insurgents and steal their clothing, using that and things bought from a local store to outfit the entire eight man team in clothing similar to that of the theives. Negotiations broke down between the mayor and the theives far
quicker than expected, forcing Iago to abandon his plan of picking apart the thieves patrols with his own peice by peice.

Rushing into battle wearing the clothing of the theives, they were able to blend in with the aggressors and dispatch them rather simply. It was an unfortunate turn of events which forced Iago into a conflict with a man who looked strikingly similar to himself. The man was dressed in yellow pants and a red vest with a green bandanna atop his head, weilding a black bo staff. The man was his father, though he did not know it.They were locked in heated combat for what seemed like hours, niether able to gain advantage over the other, until the man called upon his rune. The symbol of the reaper rose from his right palm, floating into the air, striking a mortal blow to Iago, one which cut to his very soul. Falling to his knees, clutching the massive wound which had been ripped into the flesh of his torso as dark red blood began to spill from between his fingers, the mask which concealed his face fell to the ground like a raven's feather.

The man, Tir McDohl, suddenly realized who he had just been fighting. Searching his mind frantically for a solution to this dillema, he was reminded of the immortality granted by the rune in his hand, and his own desire to age. In a process as old as time, the Soul Eater was passed from one unlucky soul to the next. In a slow and somber chant, A hexagonal star appeared within a circle which surrounded Iago, the red star spinning slowly as the immage of the reaper etched itself in Iago's right hand. He also noticed his wound closing up and the pain retreating from his body.

Tir fell to the ground, breathing heavily, a wound opening in his torso. He had transfered the wound to himself as he transferred the rune to his son. Only a few breath remained in the younge man's body. Which he used to explain to his son the nature of his being. He told of a romance between him and a certain Ninja, who Iago knew to be Kasumi of the Royal Army. Their bond was powerful, but Tir could feared that the rune would take her life and Kasumi could not accept an immortal lover. She concieved an illegitamate child, Iago, who was placed in the foster care of his friend and Iago's 'mother', Cleo.

Tir told of the power of the rune, and its curse, giving him a solemn warning to keep it hidden and use its power only for good. After exchanging a few last words with his long lost son, Tir breathed his last, his soul floating from his body and his power imbued within the rune, granting the power of the runes first spell, "Deadly Fingertips." Iago had minor knowledge of runes, but found the Soul Eater supprisingly easy to use. He exited the building to find the town in ruins and his team either dead or missing. He burried his father near the pond, a place which a
blonde man claiming to be Tir's friend suggested.

Iago figured that it would be best to make himself dissapear, and he was given the perfect opportuninty within this slaughter. Heading to Caleria after hearing about a major conflict in the area, he found himself drawn into the conflict on the side of the Zexen Knights. He traveled to brass castle, enlisting his services as a footsoldier. Though he did not make his way into the region until about half way through the war, he was a very active participant in every major conflict and many minor skirmishes. He rose to a respectable enlisted rank, earning a few stripes and medals to his name.

It was after the war that he wrote out a mission statement to the Zexen council about the need for a quick reaction force similar to the Toran Republic's Forward Reconnaissance. It was with no small trouble that he was able to convince them to draw up a small, company sized unit of elite light infantry, which the Council dubbed, The Long Partol. Iago was not given direct control of the unit due to his enlisted status within the Zexen army, but rather placed under the command of a figurehead leader whom he was to advise. It was not long before the two had whipped the unit into fighting shape, turning lumps of clay into men as hard as oak.

Which brings us to recent events, Iago is now conducting a reconnaissance mission near mount Hei-tou, checking out reports of a guerilla unit of lizard men who may pose a threat to one of Zexen's allies, Budehec Castle. Taking a small contingent of Patrollers with him, disguised in lizard skins lined with heavy furs, Iago and his men trunch through the thick mountain snows and weave through the winding forests as they scout the area for any signs of a hostile unit.

((Well, he said we could be anyone we wanted on the first page, so I figured that to include made ups. Personally, I think its a somewhat interesting story, if not a little convienent for convienence's sake.))

Hugo was looking for the litle brat when someone dare touching him

"I didn't think you'd EVER wake up, the voice said."

That voice... It was the girl he was looking for. He slowy turn his head in her direction

"I was looking for you ."

A big smile apear on his face. He then push Aila and take out his dagger.

"I hope you had a great life because it end today."

Hugo dash at he and try and attck on her but something happen. He fall down... That was not right...Why was he doing this?

"Ai...la....run"

It was the boy!!! He still had power!

Stupis boy, Why did you have to manifest yourself!?"
"I...wont..let....."
"Shaddup! I Have have taken the control again! Now, You'll watch when I kill your friends...mwahahahahah *manic laught*.

Hugo then strat walking in the direction that the girl has gone to. At first, he would have killed her fast to get it done but now, just to be mean to his host, he will take his time, a verry long time.

Salome slowly staggers as blood slowly drips onto the pure white snow of the streets then notices Aila running towards him he smiles breifly then realizing that she might be running from hugo. He stands gaurd trying to hide the fact he was wounded.