Their smile, Their laugh,
Let the love you felt for them guide you.
Let their spirit take your hand,
For the path you are about to take
Is not at all an easy one.
It is one riddled with sadness,
the pain you both felt that day...
...The pain you continue to feel,
it will only continue to grow.
The warning has been issued
Remember,
radix malorum est cupiditas*.
The beginning paragraph of the Book of the Dead, she sat there for moths wondering if it was really all worth it. It was to bring her dead son back...why wouldn’t it be worth it?...Giving up her body and life for the sake of her son...either way, she would never see him again...She would go with it, ut incepit fidelis sic permanet**.
The ritual was difficult and very specific, one small thing out of place, and she would have to wait another year. Each time, each year, she got older and the likelihood of brining him back with her life grew slimmer and slimmer.
The time and conditions were right; August 6th, 9:08 pm, she was in the place he died, she had the clothes he died in, everything seemed right this time. With tears in her eyes, she began the chant once more.
ultima ratio
vita ante acta
sub specie aeternitatis
dum spiro spero
Deo volente
ad referendum
cor ad cor loquitur
orta recens quam pura nites
consummatum est
Vive ut vivas
She looked up with hope at the circle of salt she made in the center of the room, her hope grew as she saw the circle glow with a faint green light. In the center of the circle, she saw a small glowing sphere, her sons spirit had finally been called. She didn’t move, she made no noise, she wasn’t there when he died, if she made her presence known, he’d fade away and she’d have to wait another year.
The sphere grew and began to take shape, tears ran down her face as she finally saw her son once more. As his body began to come clearer, she began to feel her life slipping away. All at once, she hated her self for sacrificing her life, she hated her son for leaving her, she wanted to cry out and end it all; but she no longer had a voice.
As the darkness of death closed in around her, she caught a glimpse of her sons spiritual form. Silently, she mouthed ‘I love you’ and her body turned to dust to contribute to the remaking of his body. His life had be redone, a second chance given, but his resurrection had set in motion a chain of events that not even the fates could have foreseen.
In 1935 a young man, not old enough to be a soldier, but not young enough to be a child, worked in a Bakery in the center of town. His family was known for being neutral in the wars and was hated for it. They were targets of many attacks; shootings, vandalism, death threats, you name it. With the help of her son, the woman previously mentioned was able to stay strong, and they felt safe, no matter what happened.
One night, the young man worked late and he was the victim of a violent shooting. No body but his mother and a few friends cared that he was gone. Devastated, the woman turned to magic that wasn’t supposed to exist. By pure luck, she ran across the spell that could bring him back. There were warnings, none of which she paid attention to though.
For 71 years, she tried and failed, and at 92, she didn’t have many years left to try...she didn’t have many years left to give to her son.
Which brings us to 2007
The events set into motion were as follows; the young man’s resurrection implanted an idea in the minds of certain individuals. some of them are descendants of the friends he once had, and they look almost exactly the same. Their intentions are to help the man once they actually find him.
The others were descendants of the people who gunned him down, and they too look almost identical to their ancestors. Their goal is to make sure he dies again.
It has been said that history repeats itself, will the events pass again? Of will the young man master fate and continue living in this new modern world?
Rules:
1.) I rule
2.) One character
3.) Relationships can and will happen, so I command it!
4.) It’s 4 am, and I’m tired. If something doesn’t make sense, please tell me
5.) I know the years may seem a bit off, math isn’t something I’m good at (even with a calculator...)
6.) No god modding
7.) I will be playing the young man. I know how I want him to act
8.) Every other rule you may have ever read in other roleplays probably applies here. Like I said, I’m tired, I may have forgotten something.
9.) There are no other people who are resurrected, just my character and only my character.
10.) Have fun ^_^
Profile:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Ancestor: either friend or gunner
Weapon: nothing too futuristic, nothing too old. It is 2007 after all
Personality:
Background:
Appearance:
what was in Latin:
radix malorum est cupiditas - the root of evils is desire
ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as she began loyal, so she persists
The chant: (in Latin, makes little sense either way)
last method (last resort)
a life done before
under the sight of eternity
while I breathe, I hope
with God willing
to that which must be brought back
heart speaks to heart
newly risen, how brightly you shine
It is completed
live so that you may live
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Name: Malcolm Gear
Age: 17
Gender: male
Ancestor: none/resurrected
Weapon: he's good at using anything handheld. the guns of this age are new to him though. normally, a rusty old pipe, knives, or his hands work well for him.
Personality: he's an incredibly distant young man, though he is very rash. while little fazes him, once something does, he can be very violent. He is not patient and will jump in at anytime if things aren’t done the way and speed he wants it done.
Background: he grew up without ever knowing his father, but his mother told him he was a great man. In hoped of becoming a man just like his father, he worked hard strengthening his body and his mind in hopes of becoming a soldier for the war.
His mother wouldn’t allow that, however, because the war is what took her husband away, and she couldn’t take another loss. He wasn’t upset though, he promised to protect his mother, the house they lived in and the bakery they both worked in.
Everything went well enough, both he and his mother were happy despite the name calling and constant threats. He even made friends, they did not quite share his views, but they were nice enough to hold back. Then came that fateful day.
He had stayed late at the bakery to clean up when several people carrying torches and weapons of all sorts came. Their purpose was only to torch the place, but Malcolm fought back and he was shot down. They burned the building along with his body. As much as his mother tried to prevent losing him to the senseless war, it still happened
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