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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:06 pm
Fallen
Written by Hiroka Utada
username: POD_AngelOfDestruction Year 2012, the year it was prophesized that Earth is nearing its twilight moments. Corruption has taken hold of every major city in the world, mayors of each metropolis replaced by criminal lords and gang leaders. It was as if criminals are the ones finally running "the show" as they may say it. The world has finally become another Sodom and Gomorrah, its citizens succumbing to their carnal desires of lust, greed and power. Some even worse...fulfilling their darkest dreams of murder and torture. In short, the world has become every bit the definition of purgatory, where the word "sin" has completely lost its meaning in the minds of the people.
Basin City, Neo-America,
The last bastion of Earth, where the few “good” citizens of Earth have taken refuge. But even within these fortress of “holiness” lurked dangers that rendered walking alone at night a certain invitation for suicide. And yet a young girl, lost and alone walked the streets during dusk, looking around listlessly as she headed for no particular direction at all. As she entered an alley to take refuge once again for the coming night, something she had done so for the past week she had ran away from home within the city, she heard drunken laughter coming from behind her, the shadows of 4 burly men swallowing her own shadow as they blocked the only path out of the alley, cornering the girl. But what the men didn’t know as they slowly moved in for their prey, was that someone was watching them from up above the rooftops, two blackish brown eyes that followed their every move, a snarl from its lips as it anticipated what was about to happen to the child…
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:08 pm
Main Character(s):
Name: Nameless/Hiro (A corruption of the word "hero")/Azrael
Age: 18 (Judging by looks, but in reality unknown)
Description: Standing at a height of 6’1”, he was of a muscular build, 2 and half feet wide across the shoulders, barrel chested and toned. He had the look of someone who had either been an athlete his whole life or someone who had been doing years of strenuous hard labour, which of course resulted in his great muscular physique. Being a vagabond of unknown origins, he had long waist-length black hair, which strangely for a wanderer looks too clean and well-kept, thus raising questions if he really is in fact a “bum” living off the streets. He wore a white tanktop that clung onto his body and black tattered denim pants, the cuffs tucked inside large black combat boots. His skimpy shirt reveals two large black tattoos upon his broad back, a tribal pattern that seemingly resembles wings and one large tattooed symbol upon the back of his neck, hidden from view by his long hair. He had a soft, handsome face, sharp blackish brown eyes that are tilted attractively upon the outside corners, thin lips and dimples upon his both cheeks as he smiled, the result of having jutting cheekbones.
Personality: He is somewhat distant as you talk to him, most of the times quiet and uninvolved in the conversation though he does completely listen to every word you tell him. He is currently suffering from memory loss (as he claims), his past completely lost to him and would always find ways to either change the conversation or distract you when asked about where he came from. Though he may come off cold and somewhat snobbish to those around him, he is somewhat of a hero perse, willing to give up his life for another without hesitation.
Username: Chanceless
Name: Hannah or Chanceless, Chance, or any other nickname you can splice out of my username.
Character name: Chastity "Chase" Scholfield
Description:
Age-15
Appearance-
-Height: 5' 8"
-Weight: Skinny for her age because she forages rather than go back home, she weighs around 130 lbs.
-Eye color: Gray
-Hair color: Ash brown
-Hair style: Chopped boyishly short, but with long bangs
-Skin tone: Golden
-Clothing: She wears only what she had on when she ran away the last time she ran away: a huge faded black baggy hooded sweatshirt obviously too big for her, black leggings, and tennis shoes dirty and nearly falling apart from constant use. However, in a more regular lifestyle, she would be seen in casual wear of T-shirts and jeans.
Personality- Fiercely independent, she hates it when anyone offers to help her, and usually the only way to get her anywhere she doesn't want to go is by physical force, as she's not pliable once she makes up her mind. She is headstrong and stubborn to a fault, never admitting she needs help even to herself. She steals much of what she gains, never giving back in an age where karma is sadly forgotten.
She would rather scavenge her food out on the street, taking her chances in the crime-ridden atmosphere than be taken in out of charity.
As a result of this, she feels as though there's nowhere she belongs, because nobody in the past has welcomed her because she was recognized and needed--it was always simply becuase it was assumed that she needed them. She has attempted suicide on a few occasions, but she is in a limbo-like state where she hates life so much, but is more terrified of death than the absolute of life.
So, needless to say, her anticipated "rescue" from the stranger watching her attack is unwelcome, although she probably wouldn't have fared well without it.
Biography- The truth of Chase's past isn't anything particularly interesting. She's been repeatedly snatched off the streets by people who mean well, but can't judge when it's best to just leave well enough alone. She's always sensed pity behind the intentions, and after stealing money and clothes, has run off as soon as opportunity presented itself. Though she would never admit her need for a savior, such a need became painfully evident when her last family, in an act of desperation, attempted to prostitute Chase to anyone who would pay them for it. Chase escaped this the day she was brought to the first "customer," kicking the man in the gut so hard an internal organ ruptured and he died hours later, but by then she was't around.
It's been a year since then, and she doesn't know if things are about to get better or worse.
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:10 pm
Chanceless As Chase finally met the eyes of the man who demanded she kiss him, her own eyes finally revealed all the terror she felt. She was still clutching her bruised side, as her current attacker had finally released one of her arms in his discussion with his friends.
But as she tried to bolt again, sensing his distraction, the man whipped back around, eyes blazing with rage, and prepared to hit her again. His buddies cried out a warning, and he snarled in frustration, resorting to grabbing Chase's head and thrusting it to his, his tongue ravaging her mouth.
Chase bit down hard on the man's tongue, blood that wasn't hers filling her mouth now. The man screamed and shoved the teen away from him, one hand at his mouth, dribbling blood.
"Oo bith!" he shrilled at her. "Oo bihh ohh mah thunn!"
As if to provide physical translation for this gibberish, Chase calmly spat out the bloodly lump of muscle and wiped her mouth on her sleeve, her other hand still clutching her side.
When she looked up at the remaining three, her fearful eyes had shifted to a malicious, almost devilish glare, her lips twisting into a bloody, evil smirk.
The largest of the four stepped forward next. "Bring it on, missy," he drawled. "I like it rough."
He boxed in an again-cornered Chase, licking his lips hungrily as he unbuttoned the fly of his pants.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:11 pm
"Enough........", was all that came out of the shadow's mouth, spoken softly enough to be a whisper. But apparently it was louder than it seemed, the 4 drunks immediately shooting their eyes up to the source of the voice.
"Who dat? Who's there? Come on you piece of shi-", that was all the biggest one, Andy ever got to say as he caught a glimpse of the owner of the voice. Blinking profusely while his other friends squinted at the darkened rooftops, Andy wiped his eyes, only to feel the hair upon his back stiffen, knowing that someone was behind him...someone dangerous.
Oh man...
That was the last thing that ran on Andy's head, a fist directed upon his right temple sent him sprawling upon the ground right away. As the two other drunks whirled around to see who it was, the shadow was gone. This time though, the entity worked on Duncan, who was already suffering from massive bloodloss. "Pleeee pleee dun huf meeee!", then followed by a sickening CRACK! as Duncan's neck was snapped, twisted by the entity's thickly muscled arms.
The two remaining drunks spun around just in time to see Duncan's head hanging loose, his mouth and eyes widely open as his head rotated at an awkward 180 degree angle. This ghastly image paired with the entity's menacing glare, who apparently was just a man of great build and long black hair, sent the duo running for their lives.
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:12 pm
Chanceless As her attacker was wrenched back from her by some unseen thing as dark as the night it struck in, Chase could do nothing else but cower and hope that it didn't intend the same for her as it had for the ones it had just mercilessly killed.
Wait...cowering? This was nothing like her. Cowering had never gotten her anywhere. Come to think of it, cowering never got anyone anywhere. Cowering got people raped.
So Chase stood up, held her neck high, and started walking in the direction of the alley's entrance, hoping that whatever had loomed there was gone now--although the prickling hairs on the back of her neck told her otherwise.
Her hand still protectively clutched her damaged side, and she wondered where on this hell of an earth she would be able to find someone who would set it without any strings attached. "Just great," she mumbled. She still sensed someone watching her, though, so at the entrance of the alley, she turned around to face its darkness, eyes narrowed in attempt to see what lurked there.
"I know you're there," she said matter-of-factly. "So come out so I can thank you for your help--not that I needed it, but I'd rather not take my chances with Karma."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:13 pm
"You are injured...", the man said, walking out of the shadows of the dark alley. He was tall and of a very large build, explaining as to how he easily disposed of the two ruffians who unwittingly made the extremely wrong choice of attacking Chase.
Walking slowly towards the child, his facial features suggested that he wasn't really much older than Chase and yet something about him is......different. His face is of an 18 year old youth and yet within his dark black eyes, anyone can tell that they have seen far too many things a normal teen wouldn't have.
"Do you need shelter little one?...", he asked, holding out a bandaged hand slowly towards Chase, waiting patiently for her response, not even a sign of any emotion on the man's face...
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:15 pm
Chanceless Chase's breath hitched as the man approached her. This certainly wasn't what she'd been expected. She was so taken aback by surprise that she could do little else for a few moments other than stand completely still, staring at his dim silhouette.
Her eyes followed the hand as it stretched toward her, and flicked back up to his face as he spoke to her again. Then her eyes darkened at the offer of shelter. This was just another jerk out to get some. She should have known.
"Forget it," she spat, backing away from the outstretched hand. "I don't need your pity. I'm not some poor little girl that needs saving."
And yet, even as she said the words, she couldn't move from the spot. She was still mesmerized by the strange character; the way he carried himself, the bandage on his hand, the eerie black in his eyes...
There were so many details she couldn't leave unnoticed, and curiosity almost overwhelmed her decision to refuse his invitation.
Almost.
She finally tore her gaze away, jutting her chin out and staring angrily at the road stretching out to either side of her. The anger in her eyes softened after a few silent minutes deep in thought, melting to a momentary, barely noticeable sadness, then flicking back to their initial hardness as she turned her head to face her savior again.
She raised her eyebrows. "You look like crap, and you're offering me a place to hang out." It was not a question. "You must have some...interesting connections."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:17 pm
Chanceless Chase's breath hitched as the man approached her. This certainly wasn't what she'd been expected. She was so taken aback by surprise that she could do little else for a few moments other than stand completely still, staring at his dim silhouette.
Her eyes followed the hand as it stretched toward her, and flicked back up to his face as he spoke to her again. Then her eyes darkened at the offer of shelter. This was just another jerk out to get some. She should have known.
"Forget it," she spat, backing away from the outstretched hand. "I don't need your pity. I'm not some poor little girl that needs saving."
And yet, even as she said the words, she couldn't move from the spot. She was still mesmerized by the strange character; the way he carried himself, the bandage on his hand, the eerie black in his eyes...
There were so many details she couldn't leave unnoticed, and curiosity almost overwhelmed her decision to refuse his invitation.
Almost.
She finally tore her gaze away, jutting her chin out and staring angrily at the road stretching out to either side of her. The anger in her eyes softened after a few silent minutes deep in thought, melting to a momentary, barely noticeable sadness, then flicking back to their initial hardness as she turned her head to face her savior again.
She raised her eyebrows. "You look like crap, and you're offering me a place to hang out." It was not a question. "You must have some...interesting connections."
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:19 pm
The man raised an eyebrow, "Crap?...what is tha-", getting cut off as the sounds of explosions and people hollering and jeering. A riot is starting up once more, the night coming down already. "Quick child, there is not much time!...", he said, not quite yelling from nervousness as the lack of emotion from his face suggested, but raising his voice just enough to prove the point that time is running out, the night almost upon Basin City once more.
Grabbing Chase's tiny hand, the one that was not clutching her injured side, he led her through the maze of alleys and barren streets, which soon will be filled with the blood-thirsty screams and shouts of the mobs Basin is notorious for.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:20 pm
Chanceless Chase would have yelled at him in protest, but she knew he was right. And if her normal safe haven for the night wasn't safe anymore, it probably never would be again.
So she let her strange rescuer lead her through the labyrinth of Basin City, recognizing some of his routes, but not many.
More than once she wondered where she would end up, and if she would have been better off just walking away when she had first intended, but she knew that with a broken rib, she probably wouldn't have gotten far. Even now, though (so she thought with disgust) she wasn't that badly injured, she couldn't help that she was running short of breath already, her legs aching to stop. She'd lost track of the trail she'd been led through several moments ago, and if she stopped now she doubted she could find her way back.
Thus, she still had no choice but to continue being led, as much as she hated the thought of it.
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:23 pm
Finally stopping at a ruin of a small building, the remains of a large billboard that has the numbers 7 & 11 upon it, barely visible and covered almost fully by graffiti. Beside the building was a large metal dumpster, with the man quickly pushing it with unnerving ease, apparently covered a hole on the building's side wall.
"Get in!", it was all he said, motioning chase to walk right into the dark hole, which the girl immediately did so as the blood-curddling screams became louder and louder.
Pulling the dumpster back in place, the inside of the building was left pitch black, with no normal human can ever be able to see or much more get around in.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:27 pm
Chanceless When her mysterious and quiet rescuer had led her to a dumpster, Chase had been more than slightly skeptical. Actually, she'd thought he was downright insane, which would have explained a lot about his behavior.
But relief washed over her when the hole in the wall was revealed, and she darted threw it at his command, only to be swallowed in darkness. She fought to regain control of her senses, straining her eyes for any light, but there was none, and she still couldn't see after several attempts to do so.
So she attempted walking--a bad idea, as she discovered shortly after her first few steps, which was announced by a loud crash as she pitched forward and knocked over a display of miscellaneous potato chips.
"Ow," she groaned, and shakily picked herself back up, her hands out in front of her, searching for a wall to hold on to.
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Azrael_TheWeepingAngel Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:28 pm
"Here...take my hand.", Chase's saviour whispered, taking the fingers of her outstretched hands within his grasp as he led her through the darkness. Setting her upon a wall, he released her only to mumble a stranged word under his breath...
"Tanilwyth....", it was all he said in a whisper, and in a flicker of a second 12 candles, all spread out randomly within the confines of the hideout lit up, much to Chase's pure shock and awe. With her gray eyes left wide open as she looked around at each lit candle, she then settled her eyes upon the man who just minutes ago saved her life, now regarding him with fear and shy curiousity.
Though the man took notice of Chase's staring eyes, once again he did not even bother explaining the unspoken question in the young girl's mind at all, turning around as if what he just did was completely normal. "You can sleep there.", he said, glancing upon a dusty cot that was laid out upon one corner of the old convinience store, freezers and shelves layed out around it as a make-shift wall, as if to give whoever was using the cot some sort of privacy or even protection.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:29 pm
Chanceless As unnerved as she was by the strange raven-haired man's nonchalance at lighting them, the candles offered a soothing atmosphere that Chase might not have succumbed to if not for their mysterious origin.
She looked to the cot, surprised at how it had been prepared almost as if though an occupant for it had been expected--although it had probably been several months since then.
She removed her hand from his and turned to face him, having to crane her neck to look him in the eye. "Thanks. Where are you gonna sleep?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:32 pm
Turning his head towards where the hole on the wall was, he replied, "I will be up guarding the entrance...in case anyone notices the lights..." And as if to bolster his point even more, a blood-thirsty scream was heard through the hole, fading though as if it was coming from someone who just passed by as he ran.
Returning his emotionless gaze to the young Chase, he continued, "There are food everywhere here...you can open up anything you want.", only to walk away from the girl as he headed to sit beside the 'entrance'
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