@Azure-Orbit: Character accepted! I'm glad someone picked a race other than Isoran.
@Infernus-Dragneel: Character accepted! Your character is something of a contradiction, being kind and caring on the one hand and experimenting on her fellow knights on the other (which is not very caring). That will make her interesting. Have fun!
@Seatus: I agree. Strangers are now allowed. :) Please specify now whether Equinox is Keeper or Channeler.
Finder's Keepers [discussion thread]
See if you all can combine these story points. I'll make my own recommendation shortly.
Thinslayer's proposal
Vaelyntine looked behind her. The hunters had to be close. She lept off the edge of the rooftop and rolled to a stop at the base of the roof. The hunters reached the other edge of the roof, shouted to each other and pointed at her. She had been seen! She scrambled up and raced to the next roof, with the hunters in hot pursuit. She lept onto another one and almost lost her balance, but recovered and kept going. That stumble had lost her precious time and distance. They were getting closer; one of them had even begun firing his alchemer. She ducked under a fiery bolt and jumped over the ricochet. She came to the edge of the building, and found to her dismay that the ground was a long way down. With the hunters closing in on her, she had very little choice.
She closed her eyes and jumped.
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Knight-Of-Vanaduke's proposal
The hunters looked around, the Channelers nowhere to be found. "Drat! Search the entire building. Do NOT let them escape!" growled the leader. The other hunters nodded, then ran off. Above them, inside an air duct, was Topoyozada and his 'sister' Raechal. She was captured, and sent to the Imperium, which Topoozada had found, and busted her out off. She now lay unconscious, Topoyozada holding her in his arms. They dropped like a stone, down the floor, and ran towards the exit. As he ran out, an alarm sounded, and nearby hunters chased them. Topoyozada closed his eyes for a second, sending a prayer to no one in particular, and opened his eyes. He found a woman, running atop roofs, also chased by Hunters. 'Maybe she could help us.' Thought Top, until a alchemer bullet whizzed by, too close for comfort. He turned partially around, and shot back. He was careful to shoot in controlled bursts, and to aim as well as he could, or he's going to overheat. The hunters pursuing Top was instantly burned, their bodies burned into a fine crisp. But Top didn't look at the hunters, he was looking at the woman. She was trapped, and the only way was to jump down. But the ground from there was really high. Top thought he saw the woman look back at her hunters once and closed her eyes. "NO!" A scream tore out of Top's throat. The woman jumped. And the hunters turned, and saw Top. "S***........" He swore, and he ran once more.
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Gzilla's proposal
Axis looked up with a start. A sudden noise had woken him. He looked down, on the lower buildings hunters were giving chase. "Crap." he muttered to himself. Should he risk it? Hunter's were bad news, and he had stashed himself well this time, what use would it be blowing his cover for a couple of idiots that got caught. He sighed, his conscious had won out. He jumped down, landing on one of the adjacent rooftops, he had almost lost them when a huge fire lit up. "He'll give away his position like that." he thought to himself. he pulled out his nightblade, he was able to take down 2 hunters silently before the others noticed. When that happened he pulled out his toxic needle which was justly named "crowd control". He fired out into the squad of remaining hunters. He looked up, it was time to disappear. He used his abilities to camouflage with the night and the dark buildings. By the time the hunters turned around the other channeler was long gone. He un-camoflauged albeit, a few rooftops away, he was feeling a bit hungry, he pulled out a pastry and ate it, they were the best, high in carbs it would help fuel his powers and refuel for the amount he had just burned through. He walked on trying to locate the other channelers.
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Put it all together, and we get:
Syphon looked around with his alchemers charged and ready, but the channelers were nowhere to be found. He barked orders to his squad: "Drat! Secure the perimeter; we CANNOT let them escape!" The three saluted and ran off. Syphon was unaware of the channelers hiding in the ventilation duct above him. Topoyozada held his breath and hugged his unconscious sister Raechal closer to his chest. The poor girl had been captured and "interrogated," and Top had broken her out. When Syphon left the room, Top made a break for the exit. He accidentally tripped the alarm, and the hunters charged back into the room. They spotted the exit closing. "After them!" Syphon screamed. As Topoyozada ran down the alleyway, he spotted a dark figure running along the rooftops. They were running too fast for him to get a good look at it, but it seemed to have wings and a cavalier hat. The raiment gave it away as a woman. Maybe we could team up, he thought. An alchemer bullet shot at the woman, and the ricochet came at Top, who dodged it and kept running. Without stopping, he summoned a thunderbolt and hurled it at his pursuers. One of them dropped and rolled to put it out, but the other was unharmed and continued the pursuit. That had to be an elemental hunter, so Top surprised him with a icy shadow bolt, freezing him in place and burning him to a crisp.
But he wasn't out in the clear just yet, because the woman's pursuers could easily change course and pursue him. When he reached the intersection, he looked back. The woman was trapped at the edge of the building, and the hunters were almost on top of her. If she was going to jump, it would be a long way down, and she could be seriously hurt. Don't do it, lady. Don't do it. At that moment, her eyes met his, and they realized that they had found a kindred spirit in one another. She knelt down, spread her arms, and lept off the edge. "NO!!" Top screamed as he raced to catch her. She landed in his arms, and they rolled together under the impact. They looked into each other's eyes, but there was no time for a romantic moment, as the enforcers were attaching rappels and were sliding down to ground level.
Topoyozada and the mysterious woman both got back up and darted for the polluted river, as no one in their right mind would pursue them across it. When they reached it, they heard a terrifying screech. The hunters stopped, looked back, and stepped away respectfully as a tall, anorexic, charred figure with large, razor-sharp dragon wings stepped forward. The woman in the cavalier hat whispered to Top, "It's HER! We need to get going, NOW!" But Top froze in fear, and couldn't bring himself to move. The black figure drew a long black sword resembling a Snarbolax barb and held it above her head in a horizontal position. Both channelers recognized the offensive stance. Top heard the woman whisper to him again, "Come ON! We gotta MOVE!" Without waiting for an answer, she dragged Top into the river. Having regained his senses from the ugly stench of the pollution, he began to swim with the woman across the river. The black figure sheathed her sword and summoned a white energy ball. The woman screamed, "Hold on! I know what she's gonna do!" She spread her wings and shot into the air, and the water beneath them froze over as the ice bullet hit. They landed on the ice, and the woman summoned a firebolt and hurled it at the black figure, who simply sidestepped it. They reached the other side of the river, with the figure just standing there watching them.
The woman sighed with relief. "That was intense. I'm Vaelyntine, by the way. You are?" Top bowed. "I'm Topoyozada. Pleasure to meet you. And this..." he gestured to his sleeping sister, "...is Raechal." Vaelyntine nodded. "We should make our way to Almire. I hear it's safer there."
End of proposal
@Gzilla: I'm having trouble seamlessly integrating your character into the intro. Perhaps we should introduce him later?
Possibly to be told-Story.
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Alice looked up from her camouflaged base. [I swear, I thought I could hear some people running away on top of those buildings]
She packed up her supplies, and lightly gripped her father's nightblade. "Well, I think I'm about to meet some people worth talking to, after all, it's not fun being a lonely soul." She said as she set out for the town with her disguise.
Nice start, I just imagined Syphon to be a bit more cooler and to not lose his head at everything, but either way it fits him.
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Syphon
Syphon cursed as the channelers left. He looked back, The Finder wasn't one to pursue average channelers, that was their job, why she had seen fit to try and capture these runts herself he didn't understand, there must be more to it. He addressed the winged overlord with caution, "Master why did you see fit to intervene?" "Simple, the girl, she's a high interest target for the imperium, you'll do well not to fail next time." his shadowy master growled. She threw a file at him, "Her name is Vaelyntine, remember it, study her file, learn the ins and outs." He saluted and like that the shadow had disappeared. He turned around and grabbed one of his subordinates by the armor. "What the hell was that?" he growled "How could you have lost three channelers, that easily?" "Well sir...we...uh were caught off guard, the two that were awake were very proficient with their powers...." "Not good enough." Syphon growled his palms and hands turned a dark black, and energy from the hunter which was a dull silver was sucked into the abyss that was Syphon, and at the end of it all, there was only armor, a sword, and ash. "If you don't want to end up my next meal I suggest the remainder of you go and find those channelers!" Syphon barked. His men scrambled back to base. He looked back at the river then walked off, back to base.
Welp, comments?
@Gzilla:
We should definitely go into depth about the hunters at some point, and I agree that it should occur after the introduction of the protagonists. Should just follow one or two characters, or should we try to involve everyone?
Regarding your proposed story addition, it's too passive. Axis is just sitting around watching events unfold and thinking to himself. There will be a time and place for that, but I don't think it should be at the beginning of an action story.
Introducing the villain.
A tall young lady stepped off the motor horse (that's the equivalent of a motorcycle). She had long, straight, gleaming silver hair, and wore a black, loose-fitting dress that hung off her shoulders seductively. Ten Almirian knights surrounded her, demanding her surrender. She unfurled her vast wings and shot into the air, and came back down upon a hapless knight. She stabbed him in the neck and lept off of him to tackle another knight to the ground. The others were now firing at her recklessly, but she ignored them. She extended the claws in her hands, gripped the knight's skull and crushed it. She picked him up and used him as a meat shield before she threw him at his comrades. While they were down and wretching at the sight of their comrade's leaking brains, she brought her heel down upon another knight's face and caved it in. She spun and clawed out another knight's right eye and kicked him in the knees, putting him out of the fight.
The others were now sickened and enraged. They drew their brandishes and charged at her, shouting battle cries. She decided to follow suit, and let out a piercing shriek that made them cover their ears. She charged at them, clawed out a knight's throat, kicked another one in the groin, and scalped the other. She extended her tail and stabbed the three of them, and noticed the remaining four knights running away. She chuckled and shot a spray of barbs at them, impaling them and killing them instantly.
She then heard a groan coming from the knight whose eye she had clawed out. He was laying on the ground, nursing his bloodied and shredded eye. She walked up to him, knelt beside him, and gently lifted his chin with a claw. The knight weakly cried out, "Mercy! Please!" The lady let go of his chin and tilted her head. "Mercy, you ask? Why would you want mercy?" The knight simply wept, "I don't want to die! Please!" She just laughed. "You know what? I've taken a fancy to you. I won't kill you." The knight was skeptical, but breathed a sigh of relief. She continued, "I want you to go tell your little Almirian friends what a wonderful person I was for sparing your life. You can do that for me, right? The knight nodded wordlessly. She then leaned in close to his face. "Because if you don't, I may have to hunt your down again." She brushed her lips against his, but didn't kiss him. Instead, she stood up and walked away.
Now cold and lonely, the knight limped his way back to the capital city to tell his superiors about the massacre of his comrades and the unusual mercy of the Finder.
End of the villain's introduction.
If you haven't figured it out already, the villain in the above section is "The Finder."
Criticism, anyone?
Looks good! I'll be modifying the charred woman's lines, though. We should shortly have enough material to make our first story post.
EDIT: I've made the first post to the Story Thread! Go ahead and see if you like it. :D
Alright, let's hope we get feedback from other people on the story so far!
Should we let them post their compliments to the story thread, or should we make them post to the discussion thread?
Oh, and please comment on my villain's introduction.
In my opinion post here, it keeps things cleaner, but I think we'd need a bigger consensus to actually make a final answer, maybe we should wait till more people that are participating are on?
It will certainly take longer to get more stories up, but I agree that we should wait for the others before posting the story.
On the vast open plains near The Imperial City, night had fallen. Stars were lines up in the black sky, serving as the only source of light for the dark landscape. While this place was usually peaceful, and void of life (besides the local wildlife), this night was different. A group of people were racing through the open fields, while another group was trying to gun them down from a distance.
3 Exiles were on the run. They were racing towards an abandoned Chariot ((Futuristic land transport)) in the fields, as shots flew in their direction. 5 Shock Troopers were giving chase on Motor Horses. With nothing but their legs to carry them, the Exiles would be caught in minutes. "Full speed! Don't let them reach the Chariot, or we'll never catch them!" Said one of the Shock Troopers. Just then, one of the troopers felt something push him off his Motor Horse. The trooper went tumbling to the ground.
Out of the air, a small creature wearing a grey cloak appeared, and took control of the unfortunate trooper's Motor Horse. He was Auger, a Gremlin mercenary. None of the other troopers noticed this yet. The cloaked creature pulled out a grayed-out, Winmillion blade, and launched knives at another trooper to the right. It hit the soldier in the arm, causing his Motor Horse to spin out of control.
Another trooper finally took notice, and pulled out a Zapper handgun. The soldier fired three shots in Auger's direction. The Gremlin drove his Motor Horse out of the way, and swung his Winmillion blade in retaliation. The knives hit the Shock Trooper in the neck, and his Motor Horse crashed as well. The last 2 Shock Troopers turned around and started driving in circles around Auger, firing Zapper shots at him. Auger maneuvered out of the way, but a shot hit his Motor Horse, and caused the vehicle to malfunction. Auger jumped off, and rolled on the ground.
The Shock Troopers looked behind them, and saw that the Exiles were escaping on the Chariot. "Son of a gun... They're getting away!" One of the Troopers said. The two of them left Auger to give chase. Despite this, Auger knew that his job was done; a Chariot was much faster than a Motor Horse.
The Gremlin pulled himself to his feet, and dusted the grass of his clothes. [Another job well done...] Auger thought. He pulled out a small pouch given to him by the Exiles before their escape began. [This should keep me fed for a few days] He thought as he checked the amount inside. He grabbed his Winmillion that fell on the ground, and tucked it inside his cloak. Then, he started walking.
[Where to next...] He wondered to himself. Auger found that it was better to relocate after completing a job, considering the possible hostility from others as a result of his actions.
While he walked, he noticed three solitary figures, walking away from the polluted river. [What reason could those people have to be out of the city at this time of night? Are they Channelers too?] Auger thought. He decided to greet them. [Who knows, I might get a decent job out of this as well...]
He waved his small hands at the figures, hoping that they would spot him.
/end of proposal
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So, just some clarification. While exploring the Imperium, a small group of Channelers hired Auger to get them out of the city. To prepare for this, Auger jacked a Chariot from the city, and left it in the fields where no one could find it, before going back inside to tell the Channelers about it. Auger knew that The Imperium would notice their movements, and lied in wait at the fields to ambush any soldiers that might give chase.
The three people he noticed at the end is Topoyozada, Raechal, and Vaelyntine.
@Azure-Orbit: I like your story proposal. I'm going to tweak a couple of things (like replace the brackets [] with emphasis, and correct a couple of grammatical errors, but I plan to otherwise leave it intact.
For merging it with story, either Vaelyntine or Topoyozada should notice Auger. I think it'll be Vaelyntine, as her senses are sharper.
By the way, the girl is "Raechal," not "Raechel." ;)
May I ask one small favor Thin? Can there be a place called Forest of the Dead? It's a white landscape with trees with white wood and white leaves and-well everything is basically white. Except the river. The river runs red with the blood of those who were buried under the river. (The dead after the war ended) And the Forest is unpopulated. Since, well, no one wants to be near dead people. Pwease? Equinox plans to have that as his hiding place from the Imperium.
@Seatus: I'm intrigued by the idea. Thing is, I don't want to introduce random locations that will never show up again nor have any importance. We'll have to find a way to use the Forest of the Dead in future story additions.
But until then, I'm fine with its existence. :)
(Equinox)
I walk down the streets, listening to the people scream at me and spit in my direction. "Channeler!" they scream. I keep my hat down as I keep walking, heading in the direction of the Forest. "Halt! Who are you?" a hunter leader stands before me, pointing his sword to my chest. I pull out my Fancy Pipe and inhale some steam before I blow it in his face as I reply, "I am Equinox, the Channeler." the smoke suddenly let's loose an electric bolt from my mouth, and I walk past the hunter as he stutters. "Seize him." he stutters, and falls to the floor.
I keep walking as hunters run out from the allies, waving their swords about. I let loose a gleam from my eye towards the hunters, and wave my hand to throw up Mist from the ground. They look around, unable to see me as I run away, my Snipes cawing after the hunters like laughter.
I run over the bridge and come to the guards at the gate. I raise both hands and let them freeze before I hobble into the Forest, heading in the direction of home. I am starving as I grab my stomach in agony. The Wolvers eye me like I could be their next meal. I glare at them viciously, and they cower. I throw a Freeze Sigil at them, and they are frozen as I stab one with my Striker. I will have to get rid of the weapon, but I can always get another. I stab a second, and decide that two will be enough. I toss my weapon as far as I can, and am surprise when the wind pick up and it stabs itself into the bridge beyond the gate. I sling the two Wolvers over my back, and head deeper. Home is close.
That isn't Syphon right? Because he's the only Hunter leader in the area of where they were pursuing the other 3?
:P Equinox is in a different....should I say town or district? XD
Equinox's story does not immediately link up with everyone else's story, so it's sort of a straggler. It's kinda hard to integrate that, so can you modify your story to take care of the problem?
My own recommendations for that are:
*Make Equinox's district the same as Vaelyntine's
*Have Equinox somehow encounter our characters (like with Auger)
*We could make our characters encounter Equinox, either in his current location or in the Forest of the Dead.
Do you have a preference?
I've added an anchor from my opening post on page 1 to the bottom comment of the page to facilitate navigation to the following pages. I've also added anchors in the Story Thread to jump between the Table of Contents and the various chapters.
I'll be making my proposal now, I'm in the middle of tweaking a new chapter for my own fanfic, so might as well do it while the creative juices are still flowing.
"When, oh when will it come out~
In the night of-"
I was in the middle of singing softly to myself and gazing up at the sky when a voice cried out.
"Hey! Channeler! Seize her!", a voice cried out. I peeked over the edge of the garden where I was, and saw a flurry of government agents run up the path to the entrance, guns pointed at me.
"Hm? What do you want?", I ask shyly, silently loading my Toxic Needle behind my back, just in case.
"The government has issued an order that all Channelers must be eradicated as soon as possible. Please come with us", one of the Knights said in a business-like manner. I start giggling, confused expressions coming on their faces. Standing up, I flick my wrist upwards. A myriad of icicles pierces their chests, alerting other Hunters of my presence.
"Uh oh, looks like I made a mess", I say innocently, beginning to run. I jump off the ledge of the garden, hitting the ground running. The Hunters start shooting at me. A couple of them make contact, causing me to grab my side. I whip my Toxic Needle out, spraying a flurry of syringes at them. Two fall, but one's still chasing me.
"Catch me if you can~", I call out happily, sending another icicle hurtling towards his chest and killing him. More Hunters seem to come out of nowhere, shooting at me. A few more shots make contact, and one hits my leg, causing me to trip and skid on the ground. I struggle to get up, but a heavy boot comes down on my head, and my arms are pinned down.
"Not so fast, you sadistic little creep", the Hunter sneers.
"Heyyy, that hurts!", I whine a little. It did hurt though.
"Come on, you brat. Let's get you to the executi-", he starts saying, but stops when I turn my palm towards him and lodge an icicle into his head. The other Hunters take their boots off of me in surprise, giving me the chance to get my Striker out and slash at them. I down a couple, healing my injury, and sprinting towards the West entrance. I shoot the guards stationed at the gate, and dash through, making it out on the open prairie. I glance back, and it seems nobody's chasing me anymore.
Sighing in relief, I start walking through the endless fields, when I spot the tiny silhouettes of other people in the distance.
"Who could they be? Friends?", I ask myself innocently. I start walking in their direction in an attempt to see if they are friendly. I'm a little feverish from all the fighting back there, but I make my way towards them as best as possible, taking my hood off and stuffing it in my pocket.
The wind feels nice in my hair.
Name: Lyra
Race: Channeler (Fallen Valkyrie)
Faction: Unaffiliated
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normal Height, Violet Eyes + Personal Color, brick red hair, pale skin tone (tan)
Costume: Snarblox Coat (Fancy Valkyrie Wings), Crown of the Fallen
Equipment: Crown of the Fallen, Snarbolax Coat, Volcanic Plate Shield, Final Flourish, Callahan
Bio: She was originally part of the Valkyrie program, in order to test the ability of conducting energy. However, as the Keeper-Channeler debate arose, Valkyries found themselves more often than not discriminated against by Keepers. Lyra, a young girl then, escaped her home, and lived on the streets, hiding her wings. Because of her betrayal, her once-brown hair and angelic figure shifted into that of something different. Her helm, which had graced her scalp with soft warm light, become a crown of thorns. Nevertheless, she still kept these pieces of armor in secret. A young man, who did she not know, abducted her and took her to his house. There, he gave her a bed to rest in, as well as food to eat, until he found out about her wings. He sighed, and took out his old armor: the hide of a legendary creature. She then flew off, away from a possibly normal life, in order to protect this man.
She crash-landed in the countryside, where she was taken in by a few Strangers. She protested to this, but they insisted to take care of her, and so she stayed. During her time there, she felt a flicker of fire inside of her. It wasn't the fire of peace, or a benevolent flame. It was her own Flame of Hate, hate for the Keepers for forcing her to fall from grace. She was scared of it at first, until she realized that she didn't need to worry about hurting innocents; the Flames would only hit those she needed to hit. As she was practicing her abilities, the Strangers suddenly tried to choke her, and she had to burn them in order to break free. The names of "Monster!" and "Devil!" rang in her ears as she flew away again, back into the city.
There, she broke into a few homes taking weapons in order to defend herself. She faintly remembered her skills, but usually referred to her more familiar hand-to-hand combat.
(Boom)
Cough* Cough*
Alice slowly walked in the direction of the polluted river. {Who could that be? Never-mind that, I'll just look like a civilian anyway.}
"Please leave, we are having problems with lawbreakers and channelers." (-Finder)
Alice simply replied "Oh really? I actually had some business to take care of near the forest of dead."
((The forest of dead would be a good place to hide, mainly because most law enforcement would ignore it,
as there probably isn't any food or shelter there for channelers. However, if you bring these things (Camping supplies, Food, Water) Then you won't have to worry about not being able to stay long.))
"Really. And what kind of business would you have there?"
Alice then said (V) "I was given a message from a rabbit to meet him there" (In all seriousness, she never said this.)
"To go to Haven, I'd have to cross the forest of dead, ignoring the roads."
"And Why aren't you using the roads?" "In all honesty, It's because I don't have any transport, and I'm not expecting to get any.
I will take my leave if you please." {Now, let's see if I need to get my sword ready, after all, I just fed her a bunch of lies.}
This is my interpretation of the above events. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Alice slowly walked towards the polluted river. There was a beautiful woman standing next to it (she had transformed from her disfigured form to humanoid). Alice thought, Who could that be? Never mind, I'll just look like a civilian to her. The woman said, "Please leave. We hare having problems with criminals and channelers." Alice asked, "Oh really? I actually had some business to take care of near the Forest of the Dead." The woman tilted her head. "Really? What kind of business might you have there?" Alice replied, "A little snipe told me to meet someone there. I'd have to cross through there anyways if I was going to Haven via an offroad path." The woman raised an eyebrow. "And why aren't you using the roads?" Alice said, "In all honesty, it's because I don't have a transport, and am not expecting one. I'll now take my leave if you please."
Before she could do so, the woman had grabbed Alice by the hair and drew close to her. "It's illegal to visit the Forest of the Dead." Alice grinned and replied, "No it's not." The woman brought a claw to Alice's neck. "It is if I say so."
Name: Unknown. Codename: Zero (surprisingly, this nickname is quite important)
Race: Isoran
Faction: Imperium
Gender: male
Appearance: normal height, blazing red eyes, slick midnight-black hair
Equips: Silent Nightblade, five instantly detonatable Dark Reprisal MK II's (sort of like C4's), and a Blackhawk. His left arm is covered in a gauntlet, which conceals a knife, therefore doubling as a shield and extra weapon. ((Hidden blade from AC3, much?)) His belt holsters two Shadowtech Alchemer MK II's, five throwing knives, stun grenades, smokescreen grenades, three poison darts powerful enough to down a Snarbolax in half a minute, and a ballistic knife, along with two extra knives which can be used both in melee combat and as ammo for his ballistic knife. He dons a pure black robe and hood (think of a Chaos set recolor) and wears a visor/com unit that can analyze an enemy, detect hidden traps and explosives, dissect a holographic copy of a weapon for further examination, provide thermal/night/infra-red vision, and stream live Isoran music from the planet's radio stations (although he seems to steer away from the stations that play Justin Greaver more often).
Bio: Zero is an assassin for hire (although he will also perform reconaissance in some cases), a killer so deadly that he is known as the Angel of Death. He has never failed on a single mission, hence his nickname. He is a true adversary in battle, and will employ all tactics necessary to accomplish his task. His past is shrouded in mystery, and those who have asked him about it are almost never heard from again. He is brutal and a cunning tactician, showing the strategical skills to singlehandedly take down entire enemy bases in under half an hour. Despite his extremely high mental capacity, he is also highly proficient in both close quarters combat and marksmanship, showing the ability to defeat several Chanellers at the same time. His services are not cheap, and he is currently employed full time by the Imperium in a mad hunt to kill every single Chaneller. He is cold and extremely sadistic, committing acts such as carving Z's into the chests of Chanellers and killing people who so much as annoy him with one too many sentences.
(His backstory will be revealed in time, but for now it remains a secret.)
Tactics/Fighting style: Zero is an extremely skilled melee fighter, able to utilize various martial arts and weapons in perfect tandem. He is a born hunter and has a leather tread. He knows the weak points of almost every known race of Monsters, and can also tell the weaknesses of his more humanoid opponents just by observing simple things such as their gait or which parts they feel pain more in. He is knowledgable in pressure points, knowing which ones to hit for various effects; extreme pain, paralyzation, the list goes on. Zero prefers to go head on with his enemies, but is also highly capable of stalking and assassinating them without leaving so much as a drop of blood. In addition, he's a talented marksman and bomber, able to shoot a Greaver's wings off from a hundred meters away. Zero is, as one Morai referred to him, "the ultimate assassin and killing machine".
((Eh, sorry for the late app. I was too busy with school, swimming, and trying to make a post for Return to Cradle to finally start this.))
Your character will have to start out with a Nightblade and Antigua. Otherwise, Zero is accepted. Have fun!
Ok then! I guess i'll be working on a post right now. Btw, did you just unofficially kill "Return to Cradle"? Seeing as how you've already started a new RP and all... If you did, I should probably stop writing my post right now.
Kaiju-kun's proposal!
Zero
A shot rang out in the dead of night. I heard the faint thud as the Channeler dropped lifelessly to the tile floor and smirked. Ah, yes, forty four consecutive head-shot kills. A new record. I walked over to the dead body and extracted a blood sample. Scanning it through my visor, i found the name of my victim; Rika Masamoto. I scanned the Morai's extensive library and list of channelers and marked Rika as "exterminated". After i was done, i glared down at the dead corpse and tossed it carelessly into a grabage can. I heard the voices of my "colleagues" and fellow Hunters. Trailing behind them, i took out a lollipop [Ooh, Wolver Jerky flavor. Lucky me] and put it in my mouth, chewing on the end as one would chew on a pack of gum. I heard Syphon bellow "AFTER THEM!" and smiled as i saw two dark figures in the air ducts above me. Finally, I would (hopefully) get the first real exercise I'd had in over a month. I casually twirled my Nightblade around and spit the lollipop out of my mouth, crushing it underfoot. Then i cracked my knuckles and gave chase, right behind my fellow Hunters. I almost laughed as one of them was fried instantly by a bolt of shadow energy. What a dolt. While the other Hunters attached rapells in their attempt to reach the ground, I did the simple thing. At least, simple for me. I jumped off the side of the bulding and ran down -yes, down as in vertically down- the walls, kiccking off right before i hit the ground. I rolled and quickly regained my footing, then began running after the Channelers once more.
As I liked to say, The Hunt had begun.
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Later...
I growled in annoyance at the escape of the Channelers. Syphon muttered to himself, obviously saying something I wouldn't repeat to small children. He looked cautiously at the Finder, asking, "Master, why did you see fit to intervene?" The Fallen Valkyrie responded, "Simple, the girl, she's a high interest target for the Imperium, so you'll do well not to fail next time." his shadowy master growled. She threw a file at him, "Her name is Vaelyntine, remember it, study her file, learn the ins and outs." Syphon saluted pathetically and the Finder nodded, then dematerialized into pure shadow.
Enraged, Syphon shouted, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" at one of my squadmates and grabbed him. I smirked; this wasn't an uncommon thing for him to do. Yet another temper tantrum. How could you have lost three channelers, that easily?" The poor fool knew he was doomed and stammered, 'Well sir...we...uh were caught off guard, the two that were awake were very proficient with their powers...." But was cut off.
"Not good enough." Syphon growled. I watched nonchalantly as his palms glowed a midnight black, and the Hunter's life force was sucked into Syphon's being. When the black smoke cleared, there was nothing but armor, a sword, and ash. "If you don't want to end up my next meal I suggest the remainder of you go and find those channelers!" Syphon barked. I scowled. Idiotic twit. The other Hunters saluted an ran back to the base we had established nearby. I sighed. So much for getting exercise.
The trek back to base was long and cold.
No, I haven't killed off RtC. It's just that Valentine keeps getting ignored or brushed aside, so I've kinda given up and lost interest. I'm now waiting for someone to realize that Ikaros can't kill Diablo without Val's Vorpal Sword. That, or someone should let Val do some damage with the blade.
Whoops, sorry, I forgot to tell you that Lyra is accepted. I've put her in the character list. ;)
By the way, I need everyone to periodically proof-read the story in the Story Thread. One of our readers spotted an inconsistency, which I've corrected (how can Top catch Val when he's busy carrying Rae? I've made Rae conscious and on her feet). We need to always be reading it to make sure it flows correctly, doesn't leave anybody out, and maintains its high quality.
By the way, you have a character app from me in your fanfic.
Remember when you said you were going to change the brackets into Emphasis? Well... There are still some brackets from Auger's story that are unchanged XD
CHPT1
A small shadow flapped its wings quickly, flying quickly through the legs of merchants and people. The silhouette slammed its palm into the floor, and twisted its direction towards an alley. With a push, the figure shot off into the dark alley, followed by a gust of wind. The shadow slowed down, and then crashed into the cobblestone floor. The darkness wrapping around the figure slid off, as water does on leaves, revealing a girl in a simple trenchcoat. Her feet were bare, and her face in tears. She tried getting up again, but tripped, and fell. Her left arm was engulfed in a purplish-black flame, and that flame spread out to her shoulder, before subsiding.
"I don't want to die...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..." she sobbed to herself, her voice growing softer and softer. It was true, she valued her life, and she was afraid of death as a child is afraid of the dark. It only made sense that she had done so, but something else was forming in her mind.
If you want to live, run, fly, do whatever it takes. Don't stop movi-
The voice was interrupted by something clicking behind her.
The girl, still sobbing, curled herself up into a ball. Was it her pursuers? Or was it something else?
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CHPT2
It was morning when she awoke again. Apparently nothing harmful had befell her, and she had frightened herself into unconsciousness. The girl got up again, heaved out a sigh, and climbed up the nearby wall. When she had reached the top, there were a flock of doves on the roof. The flock simultaneously turned their heads towards her, and slowly made a niche for her to rest in. Although she was a Fallen Valkyrie, she still retained the characteristic of emitting peace. It was what had made the Valkyries so popular in the first place. Being in the presence of one filled a person's heart with contented dreams, and cleared all anxiety from the mind. Lyra propped herself up on the shingles, and looked out over the city. The murmurs of vehicles, generators, and talking filled her ears, even if it was only an echo. The sun was blanketed by an ocean of clouds, which had put her in a state of serenity. Normal Valkyries were usually never calm; most were vibrant or depressing, depending on the light conditions. However, falling from grace opened a massive spectrum of emotions aside from the Valkyries' normal behavior. There were ups to some downs...
The flock of doves suddenly flew away, alerting Lyra of an incoming person. She saw a flash in front of her, causing her to flinch backwards. The shingles in between her feet exploded, sending ceramic shrapnel all over the place. Immediately, she rolled away, and ran towards the end of the rooftop. From there, she opened her wings, resembling that of a raven's, and kicked off. Several more blasts rang around her body, and she felt fragments singe her wings. She paid no mind, however, and struggled to fly higher. If she got out of the range, she would be safe.
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Chpt 3
How wrong she was. She was now out of the urban areas of the city, somewhat safer in the suburbia. However, this came with heavy costs.
Lyra stood in front of a burning mass of bodies, charred with the purple-black flames. Cuts and bruises were all over her, and a Callahan's stake was still hanging through her torso. The Fallen Valkyrie turned around, and limped her way down the street. She clutched the stake, and pulled it out of her body. Blood spurted out like crazy, but the pain itself seemed dull. Whether it was from fatigue, or another force, she didn't know why things felt so, numb. Black flames erupted from the wound, until it seemed to have sealed itself. Her very fibers felt like they were being rewoven, repaired, until she had felt all better again. Her clothing, however, could not be said to be in the same position. Her trenchcoat was in tatters, and her leggings torn.
Have to find someone to sew this back up, she reminded herself as she began to pace down the street faster. It was around dawn, and people were beginning their commute to the city. It was only a matter of time before someone recognized her, for Channelers had hefty rewards. Lyra concealed her wings, walking even more briskly as the sun began to climb up into the sky. A little kid came screaming out of the house, saw her, and ran back to his mother. At this point, Lyra made a full sprint, and didn't stop to look at the people around her. She stomped her foot on the ground, and kicked off to fly. From what she could see, the rural areas weren't far away; it was only 15 miles, if not 20, away. She flapped her wings, and began her desperate escape from the suburbia. The sounds of sirens began to wail as she climbed higher...
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Chpt 4
Lyra never made it out of the suburbia. She was resting in someone's attic, presumably a family's, and was sitting in a corner, trying to get some sleep. Her wings were wrapped around her, as if trying to hide her body from the very air. She had removed three stakes that were in her leg, and was sealing back her wounds, when she felt her stomach rumble. She hadn't eaten in days, and she was using a lot of her power. If she burned out of energy, she was as good as dead. The midnight sun (the moon) was high in the dark sky, a host of stars dancing about the sphere. Lyra crawled as best she could towards the attic's door, and slowly cracked it open. The hallway was dark, all the lights off.
The Fallen Valkyrie opened the door all the way, and dragged herself over, until she fell out of the attic. A loud thump could be heard throughout the house, and so she waited before making her next move.
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There was only the suspense of silence. Lyra looked around the dark to see which way should go, and followed the marble floor down into the living room. She slowly got up, and limped into a small kitchen. Hunger took over her, and she flung open the doors and refrigerators for food, causing a loud racket. But she didn't care. She grabbed a box of cereal, and took an orange off the counter before opening the back door. There was a click behind her, causing her to stop in her steps. She turned around, but saw nothing. She slowed down her pace, and shut the door quietly.
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CHPT 5
It had been about an hour since she had walked down the road, and now a sickly green ribbon bordered the yellow shine of the day and the gleaming blue of the night. Lyra was munching on the cereal, bouncing down the road. She was quite content now, since her hunger had been eased. The night air had cooled her body down, and a light breeze was picking up. In the city, the air was a lot more polluted, and breezes only occurred before a heavy storm. Here, in the neighborhoods, the very air itself was mild. Not too cold, not too hot, just about right. By the time she reached the intersection, she was skipping down, on a cheerful outlook. She had stripped off most of her clothing, besides her shorts and t-shirt, and allowed her wings to be revealed very clearly. This continued for a bit, until she turned a corner, straight into an Enforcer. After rubbing her nose from bumping into his chest, she looked up to see a massive hulk, glaring right back at her.
"Going somewhere, miss?" the giant asked her, his voice like that of a Snarbolax's.
"Um," Lyra mumbled, backing off a few steps. She crouched down and kicked off. Or at least, tried to.
The massive Enforcer grabbed her leg, causing the girl to go into a frenzy of feathers and punches. He ignored the hits as if they were massaging his face.
"Me and my buds were goin' ta look for a dolly just like you," he explained, dragging her along the sidewalk as they went. "Apparently you dahlings catch a hefty price in the department. Though, you seem kinda flimsy to be a hard catch lak dey say. Juss' fast, ya know what I'm sayin'?"
Lyra only kicked at his wrist again and again, which was like kicking a wall. Her dirty foot stained his surprisingly clean coat, but he paid no mind.
"Hey, dolly," the Enforcer went on, a bit surprised at something Lyra couldn't see, "do ya see dat?"
Lyra stopped, and curled up. A white light was flickering at the end of the street, as if it was a flame. Suddenly, a thin jet pierced through the Enforcer's torso, engulfing him in white flames. The shock from the sudden hit made him release his grip, and Lyra flew off. She turned to find a Valkyrie, fully clothed in Seraphic Mail, concentrating fire onto the Enforcer.
"Go!" she said, before returning her focus on the big man. The Enforcer walked casually at her, still on fire, and punched the Valkyrie in the gut, barehanded. In that single hit, the Valkyrie was on the floor, the light of the flames gone.
Lyra turned, and flapped her wings farther away. She knew she wanted to help, but fighting that monster was impossible; he was simply too strong for her to beat.
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Chpt 6
Lyra glided through the cold air, the sun shining coldly down on her face. She was a couple of thousands of feet up in the air, where the oxygen was thinner, but the air cooler. Her wings only generated a small amount of heat, but she had been flapping them for hours now. If she tried to continue flying at a lower altitude, she would have been overheated.
She slowly pulled out an orange, gripping it as best she could, and cut into it the peel with her nail. She discarded the peel onto the ground below, and bit into the small hole. At first, it was just the simple action of sucking, the simple action of drinking. However, her thirst had become so that she could not hold herself any longer, and began peeling faster, taking large bites at a time. It was when she had finished most of the orange was when she saw a black stain on the fruit. She stopped, her mouth still full of the orange, and turned the fruit around, again and again. There was no other marks of the stain, but only where her lips had touched. So, she tapped her tongue with her hand, and found her finger stained with the inky black substance. Immediately, she spat out as much as she could, and discarded the fruit. A wave of nausea came over her, and she dropped down from the sky. Faster, faster, and faster, and faster she went, but it was almost too late for her to recover. Only by a great amount of strength was she able to regain her balance, and she was not fifty feet from the ground before she flapped her wings, slowing her still-rapid fall. All she could see was a blur of grass, and then she hit the floor.
[At this point, I want Lyra to land nearby Seatus and the other person, so I'll wait and see what happens.]
I accept the edited proposal Thinslayer. But you might as well add this. (In all honesty, Diablo just keeps brushing away enemies like flies.)
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Alice fingered the trigger of her sheath, and pulled, letting the sword shoot out of her sheath freely, then cutting her own hair. (assuming she moved her claw away, in case Alice was to cut it off.)
"Hair is not the best target to keep somebody still. Now, I won't say it again, but I am leaving in that direction, and you won't stop me, unless you intend to follow me." she said while putting her sword back in it's sheath.
The Finder growled " The fight is not over, do not turn your back! " Only to find the blade at her neck.
"You seem to persist I fight, and I altogether refuse. If you make me fight, I will only block your every move."
Axis
Axis was startled out of bed by one of the almarian guards. "Vana wants to see you." he said. "Alright, gimme a minute..." When he got to the throne room, he had to squint. The throne room was always nicely polished and filled with ornate objects. He walked up to the king, bowed then asked "What's troubling you at this hour?" "We have a few new channelers coming in, a gremlin guard reported in he needs help getting them out of the city, and according to him he also saw 3 others headed our way." "We need you to go retrieve him." the purified king said. "Messenger boy at your service...." Axis muttered. He packed lots of food, dashing throughout the surrounding woods of Almire takes a lot out of you. "Off to intercept the incoming batch of channelers?" one of the guards asked? Axis nodded. And like that he was gone. Using his powers he dashed at the speed of light throughout the Almarian Woods. The king had been purified a while back. He remembered hearing about the terrifying Lord Vanaduke, but he had since been purified, Almire had been restored, and now served as a safe haven for channelers. Axis had found his way about a month after he was forced to flee his home because of the government. But this was time to focus. When he dashed out he saw 7 figures in the distance, 6 human one gremlin. "Welcome to Almire!" Axis shouted.
(Equinox)
I walk down the path, getting closer to a bridge. I reach the bridge of white roots and adjust the Wolvers on my shoulder as I stare forward at about a half acre of a pure white forest. The Forest of the Dead. The Imperium and Keepers all hold this land as sacred ground. So naturally, no one comes here. The plants are filled with horrible reminders of the War. Every living thing here thrives on not water, but blood, which fills the soil underneath. I walk for a bit until I come to a large stone. If anyone looked close enough, they would see the holes near the bottom of the boulder.
I weakly push it up and walk into the entrance to my humble home. Wood is strapped to the walls by white roots that happened to be there when I dug this place up. A small hole sits at the left of the room. My bed. And at the middle of the room an unlit campfire sits in wait. My kitchen. I light the wood with Fire Sigils as I let the boulder fall and cover the hole. I skin the Wolver with a sharp rock I have near the fire and cook.
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I step outside with a strip of Wolver meat in my fist as I finish off the food. Leaves fall from the trees in a peaceful manner as I climb atop the boulder and cross my legs to meditate. I pull energy from the ground and into myself for later use.
I send out a weak energy pulse, and find a person near this location. A hunter maybe? No, they wouldn't journey this far. I can only assume it's a person in need of help. I jump off the stone and summon a Stun Sigil under my feet, which propels me into the air. I summon another Stun Sigil behind me and push my feet off of it, flying forwards with the extra boost. I land and walk, lighting my pipe along the way. I see a girl and a Finder, looking at each other fiercely. I stand behind a tree as I ready my pipe with a red glow. I walk into the clearing.
"What seems to be going on here?" I chastise, crossing my arms and tipping my pipe in the Finder's direction. "You have permission to be here? This is near a sacred place, ma'am...." I walk quickly over and blow on my pipe extremely hard, fire erupting from it's tip and getting in the lady's face. She claws at her face as I grab the hand of the girl and drag and run with her, away from the wicked woman. "My name is Equinox," I say behind me. "What's yours?"
You'll probably just have to deal with the 'a' because editing on a Wii U is frustrating
@Vinnydime: Intriguing. To what does it refer?
Re: Liminori's proposal,
My version of it
Alice fingered the trigger of her sheath and pulled. She let the sword shoot out of her sheath freely and her own hair. "Hair is not the best means to keep somebody still. Now, I won't say it again, but I am leaving in that direction, and you won't stop me, unless you intend to follow me," she said while putting her sword back in it's sheath. The Finder smiled and laughed. "Go on girl, run away." Alice was a little unnerved, but forced herself not to show it. "If you try to pursue, I'll fight you. If you make me fight, I will only block your every move." The Finder just laughed again. "No worries, darling. I won't pursue you yet. It makes the chase more fun if the prey gets a head start!"
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Alice fled into the Forest of the Dead. She tried not to let the Finder get to her, but she couldn't help looking behind herself every now and then just to make sure she wasn't being followed. She had a sinking feeling she was. Something rustled the bushes beside her, and she lept out of her run and slid to a halt to listen. Nothing. She saw a figure up a head (Equinox), but before she could reach it, something tackled her and clawed at her throat. She kicked it off and got a good look at it.
It was hideous. It looked as if someone had dunked it in dried black grease from a grill, starved it to death, and attached bony dragon wings and a Snarbolax tail. This creature must have suffered some serious burns to have skin that charred. It briefly vomited some ugly black stuff, then returned to its deathly stare at her. Alice almost pitied it.
Then an odd-looking life form, taller than anything Alice had ever seen, walked up to them.
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Opinions before I post this?
I can agree with this.
Also, Alice specializes in Ice and Explosive (Magic? I'd call it that). Can you guess why?
(Accidentarry posted this on the story forum! My bad!)
Equinox grabbed Alice by the hand from the Finder and pulled-ran with her toward the Forest of the Dead though..... I admit a creature like that would most definitely live near Sorrow....
@Liminori: I'd try guess, but I couldn't find her character in the list in the Story Thread. Do you remember where you put it?
@Seatus: She certainly does live in sorrow. :'(
Seems that my combo post has gone over well. I shall add it unless there are any objections.
Oh, and I love the way you changed my Chapter. It looks nice. And neat.
Oh and a question. We post chapters here, you correct them and post it on the story thread, then we read it, eh?
btw I'm waiting for Vaelyntine. Or maybe I'll write it first......
P.S Don't post THAT much chapters when I'm gone! I'm going on a 5 day trip!
It refers to nothing, sorry for the letdown. Or maybe it's something else? Who knows.
You're correct. This is a roleplay, focused more on creating a cohesive story. Chapters aren't "posted here," per se. Additions are proposed, and I add them to the appropriate chapters. This is one of the reason proof-reading the story thread is so important.
So yeah. :)
Posted a question at school (Yeah, I'm at school now.), went on a nother website, checked it again, and TWO replies????
Post 28 (Weird, Somehow Alice got took out of the list, I remember it being there before)
Ice: Well. . . she freezes her enemies, and any rivers behind her. (You're frozen, the lake's frozen, RUNNNNN!)
Explosive: uses another explosive in her scabbard to fling the sword extra fast, and use the handle's end to throw people in a direction.
So... She uses most of her energy to get away, while also using what she knows to stay alive in the wilderness. (Is this on cradle too?)
@Knight Idk, should channelers have that much power? Maybe he should be feeling tired, or hungry after using so much power?
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Axis
Axis looked up with a start. A sudden noise had woken him. He looked down, on the lower buildings hunters were giving chase. "Crap." he muttered to himself. Should he risk it? Hunter's were bad news, and he had stashed himself well this time, what use would it be blowing his cover for a couple of idiots that got caught. He sighed, his conscious had won out. He jumped down, landing on one of the adjacent rooftops, he had almost lost them when a huge fire lit up. "He'll give away his position like that." he thought to himself. he pulled out his nightblade, he was able to take down 2 hunters silently before the others noticed. When that happened he pulled out his toxic needle which was justly named "crowd control". He fired out into the squad of remaining hunters. He looked up, it was time to disappear. He used his abilities to camouflage with the night and the dark buildings. By the time the hunters turned around the other channeler was long gone. He un-camoflauged albeit, a few rooftops away, he was feeling a bit hungry, he pulled out a pastry and ate it, they were the best, high in carbs it would help fuel his powers and refuel for the amount he had just burned through. He walked on trying to locate the other channelers.
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I think the hunters should be gone into depth later, but not until we establish the protagonists first? Comments? Claims? Questions?