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    Name: Calida Alpheus (Calida means heat, Alpheus means changing)
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female

    Appearance: Soft, silky brown hair, once long and flowing, is now chopped off at chin-level and is often left in its dirty tangles. Sometimes it is tied back in pigtails to keep it out of her face. Large gray eyes that once sparkled with vitality now most often gaze dully into the distance at an equally dull future. Her lips press together, locking away her old smile. Her eyebrows are straight, making her demeanor all the less cheerful. A large scar knots its way through her right eyebrow and up to her hairline. She stands straight, shoulders tense; her height is slightly above average-- about 5'6". Her once soft form is now hard: lean and muscular, and she jerks away from anyone's touch. Her skin is naturally fair, but now it's tanned from exposure and smudged with filth.

    She wears black cargo-carpris, dark purple light-weight sneakers, a tight black tank top with purple straps peeking out from underneath. She still has the necklace-- silver, a single amethyst hanging down. (http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...tyGal/SLS4.jpg) She also wears a wide black belt, on which she keeps her two daggers and a small handgun.

    Personality: Quiet and calculating, she rarely opens up to anyone. She has learned to control herself; she hates showing anyone too much emotion anymore. She denies being bitter and considers herself a realist, but she finds it hard to trust others. She is always on the defensive, cautious, watchful, switching to offensive when necessary.

    History: Calida's father had the start of the evolutionary changes; her mother had none. Calida was their pampered princess, their only child. They were surprised at the strength of her powers, considering that only her father had any, and his were weak-- camoflage.

    At the age of sixteen, she was naiive and cheerful. She knew there was trouble in the world, but her parents promised her nothing would ever happen to her. They promised her.

    What a lie.

    In the middle of the night, she was awakened by her mother's screams. Piercing screams, agonized screams. She ran from her room, hearing men's voices. She peeked from the dark between the rails of the stairs, looking down near her front door, to find three men in black gear; and her mother kneeling, shreiking, frantic, in a pool of blood next to her father's mutilated, lifeless form.

    "Where is she?" they demanded. One drew a hand back and slapped her mother's face. She was sent sprawling back, smearing blood across the wood floor. She screamed louder.

    And Calida was sick. Sick all over. She vomitted out her mouth and nose, the sound covered by her mother's screams; it was on her face, in her hair,on her nightgown, on the floor. She heard movement in the rooms downstairs. Her stomach wrenched itself until there was nothing left, and with her last heave, she let out a sob.

    "What was that?" she heard. She looked, not even bothering to wipe the smears on her face, and saw one of Them staring back at her. Her gray eyes widened.

    "There!" he cried, drawing a gun and training it on her head. As he shot, he fell, and the bullet grazed Calida's head, ripping away some of her eyebrow.

    Holding his ankles, "Run!" her mother managed to scream before being silenced by a boot to her face. And not giving them another glance, knowing that gunshot finalized this as a point of no return, Calida ran; knowing they were following up the stairs, she jumped from an open window onto her porch roof, slippery with rain.

    She tumbled to the ground, and she ran. She slipped in the mud, but she ran. She clenched her eye shut as blood dripped down, and she ran into the woods. Stones cut her feet, branches slapped her face and tore t her nightgown, but she ran. Her mouth was bitter and her nostrils burned from the acrid regurgitations, but she ran. She ran until her mind and body were numbed. She ran until she collapsed, having no idea where she was an only hoping she wasn't followed.

    She laid under an overhanding rock in a hill and shivered. She was soaked, and she had only what she wore-- her tattered nightgown, underwear, and a necklace from her parents that she never took off. And she was alone.

    She was found by others like her, and they took her in, clothed her, and did their best to help her until she could survive on her own. She was never the same.

    Progressive Traits:
    Control of heat. Calida has the ability to create, absorb and release heat. Heat energy can be created by burning massive amounts of calories. By absorbing heat energy she raises her own body temperature and can cool singular objects or more broadly, her surroundings. By releasing heat energy, she can cool her own body temperature and heat direct objects or her surroundings. She an also allow heat energy to pass through her from one object to another. Temperatures can range from burning to far below freezing.

    To go with this, the functions of her body's systems remain regular for long periods of time despite changes in heat. Her bodily fluids neither freeze nor boil.


    Degressive Traits:
    Requires large amounts of energy. Most notably, this occurs in heating (even when heating by absorbing energy, she still requires some of her own energy, and heating on her own requires even more). Cooling also requires some energy to speed the procees, and the faster Calida wants to cool, the more it takes; it also takes energy to remain cool in a warm environment. Reheating after cooling down is the same as heating. To use her powers, Calida must take in a high amount of calories; rarely does it require extra sleep-- her main need is food.

    Also, if she remains below sixty degrees fahrenheit for more than six hours, her body begins to slow down, in a manner not unlike cold-blooded animals. After 24 she is unconscious, and after 48 hours she will die. She must be in a warmer environment to regain heat.

    Neutralizer:
    Starvation. If she does not have enough food, she will not have enough caloric energy to use her powers. She can lower her body temperature a bit to help conserve energy, but after an extended time, there's nothing she can do.
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    Thanks for the idea Zion, I decided to expand on it...



    IC: Sky Line City Police Affairs
    SECTOR D-03 North-Eastern SLC
    Provincial Government Papers

    CRIMINAL PROFILE

    File #: Y-4907
    Case #: CR-59-2
    Serial Code: n/a [low-level municipal threat]


    Full Name: n/a, referred to by file no., Y-4907
    Family: Presumed mother to be exterminated Evolution, body 19475, D Sector State Morgue.
    Alias: The Creature
    Residence: Has been reported sighted over most of Northern and Central Sky Line City area, but no confirmed core as of yet.
    Classification: Class E- Orange Level Municipal Threat

    Identity: Speculated to be that of many suspects in the A-21 to E-17 vicinity – leading suspects so far being 21 year old Ms. Deirdre Bolden-Shelley Bedlam or a Mrs. Celeste Lockhart, aged 41. No approach will be taken until further evidence is gathered or threat colour is upgraded.
    Enclosed are photographs of the two suspects from the SLC Government Security Bureau classified citizen profiles.

    We have yet to have one to witness Y-4907 and live, but what has been deducted from autopsies of Y-4907's victims is that the creature possesses claws with the ability to lacerate flesh and bone, some style of human-like hands and digits, and sharp teeth, from bite marks we can see at least seven incisors, eight canine teeth, fourteen premolar and unknown molar. Irregular pattern not relating to any other animal. From descriptions found, forensic specialists presume it to be some sort of furless human-resembling beast with deformed and disfigured bone structure and appearance and unnaturally boosted muscles, but organs are extremely similar to that of a human. Is confirmed without doubt this is Evolution.

    Medical File: Dated 18/07 [MM/DD]; Social Classification: F Health Clinic
    Dr. Marvin O'Connor – Nurse Barbara de Wever

    Patient Name: Joanne Castro Newsing [now confirmed as pseudonym for Deirdre Bedlam]
    Ailment: [translation from medical shorthand] complaints of muscular tension, hallucinations, vomiting and heartburn. Exhibits signs of cardiovascular problems, usually only occurring in older age.
    Prescription: Supply of 2x bottles of 125g C17H19NO3 {INN: morphine} tablets code N02AA01 to be taken two on a daily basis. Short term, no extended supply.

    No further recorded medical files found relating to the suspects.


    Criminal Charges: Intended destruction of public property, x37. Intended destruction of private property, x55. Murder in the first degree, x13. Suspected cadavers linked with case no. Y-4907, not yet charged, x3.

    Further Action: The Creature (Y-4907)'s actions will be further monitored in the future. Its presence is not constant and is a low level case, the identity will no longer be pursued unless more evidence arises. This criminal, however, has a likely potential to become a higher threat to the society if in the case it is picked up by a larger criminal entity in Sky Line City. We will remain cautious of any further activity linked to Y-4907 and the criminal profile and case will remain in the Sky Line City Police Affairs collection for D-03 Provincial Government until the date 31/07, in which case, CR-59-2 will become dormant unless there is any legal action for it to arise again.




    The officer let his eyes scan robotically over the papers with coffee mug in hand. As he met those last few words upon the sheet, he took a sigh and leaned back on his chair. "The world," he began, with lips to the rim and eyes on the ripples he made onto the surface of his coffee, then out through translucent windows, "When did it become so cold? Since when was life so meaningless and trivial?"

    He took a biro and a fresh leaf of paper, headed at the top so unemotionally 'Sector D-03, Sky Line City Police Affairs, Detective Unit'. Onto it he scrawled,



    Updated File Revision # Y-4907, 30th June
    Y-4907 has now been charged on the murder of leading suspect Mrs. Celeste Lockhart [SLC citizen profile: “LO6736.125902”; B Sector temporary forensic institute, reference #44] and unidentified John Doe [body 408 SLC Government Body Disposal Incinerator]. Pursuit of primary suspect Ms. Deirdre Bolden-Shelley Bedlam will now commence, blacklisted as a non-immediate criminal grey. This revision will be addressed to all sectors of directories B, C, D and E. We will seek to locate, obtain, capture and exterminate as soon as possible; ranked imperative behind T-1000, D-5128 and so on. Godspeed.


    Sealed, Major Harrier, J.


    "What're you babbling on about, Johnny-boy? Feelin' ah'ight? Gotta getcha a lil' fresh air or what?"

    With a side glance to his bumbling colleague, he wondered whether this department simply employed hateful half-witted imbeciles, their only qualities being a blind and unquestioning devotion to the government and obedient abhorrence for this Evolution. "Nothing," he replied, "Nothing at all."

    His eyes shifted out once more through frosted glass – the world seemed a little different. Just a shade darker, just a tinge quieter, just a little bit uglier.


    EDIT: I am so sorry, I just realised I haven't even been accepted and yet I'm posting a entry! Although it's not so much an entry. But sorry about that! Get back soon Xion!

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    Name: Chelsea Lightning
    Age: 21
    Gender: Female

    More detailed picture of Chelsea. [the one that was up before]

    Personality: Once, Chelsea was a cheerful and mischievous girl, but no longer. Her strong sense of responsibility is matched with her need for law, organization, and prompt compliance with orders. Any sense of humor has long dissipated, but even though she’s serious, her personality still retains similar traits from her past. She is somewhat of a calm person, but has restless needs being impatient at times, and must always be kept busy otherwise she becomes sort of irritable. When she’s running errands and such, she is moderately pleasant and easy to get along with, though she doesn’t smile consistently. However, when Chelsea is simply lounging around, she loses her temper easily, snapping at almost everything and anything. Much unlike her old self, who was lazy and hated doing work. She has a hard time conveying her feelings, such as sadness or pain from behind her well-practiced face of indifference. Easily annoyed by idle people, Chelsea cannot stand not feeling useful, or at the very least, not making other people useful.

    Chelsea no longer overreacts to things, and instead tries to think of a logical way to solve a problem. Instead of being immature by playing pranks that cause physical pain, she instead speaks with blunt and thorny words to push away the people she dislikes. She is still an excellent actor, and can very easily formulate a completely different exterior, from blunt, to graceful, to childish. One thing is stable about her new personality, and that would be the fact that Chelsea, no matter what happens, does not cry. Not even fake tears come to her eyes anymore, and she resists any genuine ones that may prick her eyes with all her will-power. Chelsea is still spineless and cowardly, though with the improvement of her skills and fighting techniques, it’s harder to tell. She is defenseless against words though, and often harbors a hatred for talkative people as a consequence.

    History: For all her life, Chelsea has been essentially independent. During her youngest years, her mother was busy with work, and her father was often in and out, disappearing for weeks on end and returning home for only hours before he left once again, as he held a higher position in Sky Line’s government. At the age of six, Chelsea’s father stopped returning to their small home entirely, leaving her alone in the house, as her mother, also somebody who worked with the government, opted to stay at her job more often than not. She was often bullied as a child for reasons unknown and thus she was left both independent, and friendless, although she did have a couple of friends that were nice enough to talk to her on the occasion.

    As she had turned into a teenager, Chelsea trained vigorously because of the rumors that she heard from her parents when she still lived with them of an upcoming war against ‘un-normal’ people, which scared her because she was born with this un-normal trait that allowed her to Jump in and out of places, to be able to show her mother her resentment towards her, to show the other kids at school that she was better than them. She had formed a new style of fighting on her own, which consisted of graceful and swift movements, ones that needed great flexibility for her to perform. Mostly all of her moves helped her evade her opponents attacks and move around them until she countered and left her position again, always being on the move.

    About 7 years of training and practicing her skills until it happened.

    She had heard of a breakout within the main utopia of Sky Line City and had seen an army of the city’s soldiers lined up in front of the military bases. She couldn’t believe that the day had finally come, almost 10 years in the making and they had finally set a day to go with this war-like purge of people who had surpassed the human level and had evolved into something great. She hadn’t known any other person like her with these super human traits, but she knew she was surrounded by them. Realizing that this army had come for people like her, Chelsea went on the run.

    She escaped nicely, but there were consequences. She had to live in the forests west of the city for about one year. She had seen what was happening in the city from amongst the tree’s and took monthly strolls into the city for food and supply. Running and hiding was horrible, but Chelsea knew she had to do it. After that one year, she decided that she couldn’t live like that for ever, so she went back home, evading sight of all security fearing that one might catch her or something. She now trains on her own within her house, locking all doors and covering all windows with steel; this was to secure her safety from the government to make sure that she wouldn’t be caught.

    Progressive Traits
    - Teleportation ‘Jumping’ – Chelsea found out she had this trait on her own at an early age. One time she wished that she was at home, for she was being bullied at school by some blonde kids during lunch. She closed her eyes and imagined herself lying down on her bed, and in the next second she realized what had happened. At first this was strange to her, but she practiced doing this behind her parents’ back and not in public, being scared of the government and all. She can only ‘Jump’ to places with an accurate description told by somebody else or written down or a detailed mental image of her destined place.

    Chelsea also has the ability to take people up to 5 other people with her when she is Jumping. For this to happen, the others need to be in physical contact with her and she must have about 15 to 30 seconds to concentrate to take other people.

    Degressive Traits
    - Photogenic Memory Loss – Since early childhood, Chelsea has trouble remembering how things and places exactly look like, although she has no trouble remember people and faces. Only her mind doesn’t allow her to remember how places exactly look like, which is vital to ‘Jump.’ Therefore, she only has exact mental pictures of places she’s Jumped to many times before, or else she only has a vague and blurry mental image. This frustrates her although there is no cure for her illness.

    Because she has the ability to take other people with her, this drains almost all the energy of her body. She becomes tired as if she had just run a marathon without any training what so ever. She feels as if he body has become twice as heavier and she starts to limp when she walks, she also can’t think straight. And because all of her energy had been drained, she cannot Jump anywhere else without half an hours rest.

    Neutralizer
    - When Chelsea gets too excited, frustrated or emotional, which is quite rare of her, her body puts forth a strain on her powers, leaving her powerless. She needs to be calm to perform and excel with her unique traits.


    OOC: I gots permission from Peeks to use that image, in one of his RP’s he used the same character from FFXIII. I’m just letting everybody know so that I’m not accused of stealing or copying him. Oh and btw this is my first female character ever. <3
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    Name: Composer Alexander Sharp
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    Look,
    look into my eyes, into my soul.
    Doesn't it,
    doesn't it boggle you?


    Those days so long ago… My name was known across the inhabited lands. Before the purge, I was a renowned theatrical composer, no rivalry in sight. Upon the stage I would craft sweeping pieces of delicate sound and wondrous sights to hear and behold. Their senses became mine. They heard what I had them hear, they saw whatever I put before them. Maybe that’s what made it so amazing, the fact that even though the humans in the audience would never be caught dead around those of us evolved, they came into my world and under my control for however long I pleased. Of course, humans outside of my control would eventually become suspicious, and so the experience was explained through masterful special effects and planted recordings of foreign noises.

    What hearty words do my serene hopes express?
    What moments do I dwell, on nothing?


    I speak as if this was MY masterpiece and MY stage, yet I did not stand upon that stage alone. My brother, equal in talent and scope of vision but diverse in his tastes and fortes, stood beside me, and together, did we ever give them a show. Once they came to see us, they would never forget doing so. We had, for a lack of better words, become fused to each other’s soul, from both our intricate workings as composers, and as we were basically all the other had. Our billing name, and what the public knew as us, was The Brothers’ Sharp. Though we were famous as a group, we each came into our own fame for our signature pieces, if you will. Myself for a hauntingly terrifying requiem referred to as my own curse, Sharp’s Curse. I guess this is rightfully so, as if this number is unbound, it could curse and deteriorate the soul itself.

    It was once a beauty, an envy to all,
    mankind was at my whim, in a silent slumber,
    much like mindless drones, yet what of it?!


    My brother also served as my foil. His fame was earned through a contrasting-to-mine symphony known as the Song of Storms. Full of hope and a lively fervor, in an unbound form could summon a purifying storm and expel any evil.

    Ah... be the gods against me,
    be it all against my requiem, I know not -
    yet it so mesmerizes.


    Knowledge of the purge reached us mere moments before the it took place. Perhaps it should have been clear to us before we even stepped on stage that night. Our audience was less evenly mixed, an abnormal amount of humans who didn’t exactly look like the orchestral-appreciating kind we typically get. Yet, those of our kind that were in attendance did so cheerfully, and we did the same as we went through our current routine without fault. Only later would I find out that I should have heeded that abnormal pattern that I noticed, as the humans there knew exactly what was going to happen. In fact, that’s why they were there in the first place.

    I am torn by reality, as reality tears away,
    seeming seamless at the seams of what is known as life-
    it seems all empty. It seems my music is fading away.


    So, mid-performance, we were notified of what could be our final hours. We made no efforts to depart. We were composers before anything else, before being alive, and we intended on doing what we had set out to do that night. But see, we HAD to, we had no choice. We were so bound to our art that we were unable to consider our own safety, and absolutely unable to depart without closure.

    Lies! My music shall reign over the masses,
    throughout ordeals it shall transcend!
    I hope.


    ARMAGEDDON. A bullet penetrated our performance hall, fired by someone unbound by our composition, and pierced the symphony. No, nothing was struck by it, and there was no intention for it to. Simply firing it achieved their goal. By nature of our powers, when our concentration was broken, our performance ceased, and the humans inside regained their free will. And so did their offensive begin, and so did my personal experience of the purge.

    And so it was, that scorn.
    That scornful, repugnant insolence!
    Yet why must my music be compromised?
    It shan't. The price to pay for disgracing,
    for creating such a discord against my music,
    is immeasurable.


    Our performance did not end there, it merely shifted. Now with the idea of needing to be able to move in mind, we laid out a performance that could be conducted during movement, to be able to continue during chaos. The music crashed into the humans, creating beasts of nightmare in their mind, and that bought us the time we needed. It was our stage, and we knew exactly what to do. Moving as we directed, we hit the trap doors on the stage and plummeted through. Our exit was ensured, and although our spell on them was broken once more, they now had nothing to work with. Well, those ones didn’t, at least.

    We escaped an implanted squad and unknowingly ran headfirst into an extermination squad. They had already infiltrated that far in, to the point where we had no choice but to face and counter their advancement. We did as best we could, but were soon forced into the end of our planned-out underground tunnels. A wall to greet our backs and the devil clad in flesh to our front.

    Yet fate was against me that night,
    that horrid scoundrel of a night,
    and thus I had to do what no man would ever sought to do,
    I had to turn the tide -


    There was no other choice, I thought and thought and we had nowhere else to go why wasn‘t there any other pathways in this tunnel?. It was the only way out we had no other way we were trapped and we shouldn‘t have been... My own masterpiece, my own CURSE, that damn piece is all I had to draw on! My brother agreed but he shouldn’t have agreed we should have found another way there must’ve been something we missed so why didn’t I FIND IT!? He provided the distraction that I needed even though I we shouldn’t have done this and I told him that but we knew it was our only way and we had no other way so he made sure I could and I said I could so I could save BOTH of us but I SHOULDN’T HAVE!

    That hell seeking shriek blew through the chasm and they all stopped, they all stopped DEAD! I did it I did it I killed ALL OF THEM! YES even YOU, I used it to save YOU and I couldn’t even do that! I conducted and did what you told me to I sent my curse through and I killed them all by why were you with all of them I DON’T UNDERSTAND! Why did you leave me all alone… I can’t do this by myself I need you here you’ve never been gone what am I supposed to do now that I’m alone, I wasn’t ready for this…

    The purge didn’t end for me on that night. The sun set on that night, and it hasn’t risen for three long years. The purge never ended.

    Perhaps I should retract an earlier statement. The only thing that made it out of that cavern was my body. Maybe I died inside that cave too I really don’t feel all that alive the flare I used to have isn’t here... I was a strong man I really was I wasn’t weak I never thought I would be but here I am... That was the night that fractured me.

    In every sense you could think of I lost part of myself that night, and I haven’t reclaimed it since as I cant manage to grasp it and cant be positive just exactly where or WHAT it is. The fury the fury I had when I realized what I did then it got bigger and bigger and it was MASSIVE and then it was gone… I felt my brothers soul it touched me he grabbed me HE DIDN’T WANT TO GO and I didn’t want him to go so I held on to it for as long as I could but it disappeared when my fury did I mean I FAILED him so much and then even when he was gone I couldn’t even manage to keep anything of him……. My fury left then he left then it felt like even a part of me left as well and who was I to complain it almost felt right after what I stole from him… but why would my brother ever ask for an equal exchange he never would’ve asked me to sacrifice for him I don’t know what’s really going on…

    My shadow! My shadow! A man for my shadow!

    Once it was all over I wandered to this old, decrepit, and degraded performance hall that seemed to have been abandoned even before the purge took place. It’s secluded, it never gets searched, I’m able to be alone and I need to be alone right now I really don’t know how to be with anyone else. What is left of those who survived down below are nice enough to rarely drop by and leave things for me outside so that I’ll be okay which is nice but why do they assume I have to be alone I mean I could talk to someone, I want someone to talk to, but I’m afraid of having people to talk to…

    Deep deep deep inside this hall, notched away under the stage and a little tunnel ways forward my fallen self dwells inside this dungeon. It’s just me and the piano I managed to restore from what he taught me even though he should be here to do it for me I should be watching amazedly like I used to whenever he could fix something and… The only other thing here is four walls, I cover them with my soul, as there’s no one else to see it so they’re for my eyes only and no one else will see them, they’re mine.



    Progressive Traits:
    - Soundscaping. By movement of his baton, he may create music within the landscape. An orchestra wherever he pleases. For pleasure perhaps, or maybe he could conjure a frightening, powerful epic to unnerve a force? Whatever the desire or intention, it’s his most common and quite possibly most powerful asset, as it lead’s into his most frightening attribute.
    - Animation. To bring motion to the motionless. Acting as the conductor to their movements, he may bring into functionality whatever is around him. Be it a tree, a stone statue, or whatever the imagination may grasp. Should his conduction be interrupted, the figure will fall back into a lifeless state.
    - Seizure of the senses. When in full swing and in balance, his music can put whatever impression fits the mood upon a person. It can make them see a sunlit meadow or a misty graveyard, a field of flowers or a crowd of nightmares.
    - Sharp’s Curse. A final bastion of defense. Should his own life force become weak, or the force of someone closely connected to him become weak, his “magnum opus” reveals itself. A requiem of a solemn yet frightening nature. Whosoever would cause harm in its vicinity, as the name suggests, becomes cursed. The accursed shall immediately begin to be separated from this plane, among the uglier factors which have yet to be known. Yet, there is a way to avoid this…

    Regressive Traits:
    - Weakness to Storms. Presumably linked to the events with his brother, his powers manifested around Sharp’s guilt. Whenever exposed to a powerful storm, his demeanor becomes unbalanced and slightly panicked, along with easily being able to lose the concentration of his conduction.
    - Savage Nature. Holding himself as an artist and someone who can speak a universal language, creatures of such a basic and savage nature as being unable or unwilling to understand his composition confuses him absolutely. Though he would have other ways to combat them, he will seem cautious to do so, as he is unsure of whether or not they deserve punishment.
    - Dependence on Concentration. His ability to channel his musical powers depends on being able to concentrate on the piece he is performing. This not only makes him at a disadvantage in a fast-paced battle, but also means that any sudden burst of energy or assault thrown his way could possibly derail whatever he is doing completely.
    - Uncontrolled Empathy. Backup, active in his nature and unaffected by a neutralizer, though this is far from good. His eyes have witnessed things which scarred him, and his pain is something which he himself is not strong enough to overcome. He can project his pain, and make those who would do him harm feel his pain. It is a figurative made literal, and pulses outwards in a powerful blast from those tested eyes. The pain is indiscriminative, and will strike whatever is in the area, friend or foe. The pain that scarred these eyes once will cause them to bleed once more upon resurfacing.


    Neutralizer:
    - Dissonance. Whether it be present in his mind or his music, a violent clashing of interrupting waves or processes of his mind, such as past memories or a sudden dishevelment of his mental state, will disable him absolute. Until this discord is settled, the composer will be powerless as a whole.
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    OOC: God damnit Xion... shit!
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    AVIANNA'S STORY
    "And though -
    the merry angels -
    of heaven -
    speak their beau-
    tiful chime -
    wherein my sac -
    red mome--"


    And a gunshot was heard. While I had been sitting down and listening to the sweet chime of the radio while singing along, a bullet had struck my right arm. My nerves grew numb as I was weakened by the impact. My senses began to fade as such abrupt happening had diverted my senses into total chaos.

    "We've got her!"
    "Good. That scum must not be left alive. Men! Kick down the door!"
    "Yes, your majesty!"

    I turned around and noticed the vibrations of the door trembling at their unholy attempt to barge in. I had no idea what to do now, or how to escape. How was it that they had found me? For so long I have been running, and running. All because of my condition, of my power. They scorn me so. What is it that makes them disgust me?

    But fear began to loom in. I lay there paralyzed as the tremblings grew more rampant. I couldn't move at all. It was though the icy demeanor of Poseidon had grasped tight within my frail soul. It held me in my place, ever stationary. Without any thoughts in my mind, I lay there, stricken with fear. That was my end.

    And then -

    Boom. Landing with an unwelcoming malice, the door had hit the floor of my sanctuary as the Gestapo of the city barged in with such vile smiles.

    "My, isn't she a fine one. Wonder why she isn't moving," one voice had said with what seemed to be a smirk.

    I couldn't tell any more since my second sight was waning out of fear. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even think straight. It all seemed like a blur to me.

    "Guys?"
    "God no, you wouldn't really know what happens if you do do her!"
    "Come on. There's an easy girl," said that same voice this time touching me and caressing me, with his yearnful smile desiring the very nectar of my soul.

    This was my grave. And as he violated my soul, my heart felt weakened. I couldn't do a thing, I couldn't even defend myself! What foolish person am I? I deserved to die! However, he then said, "Angels do not cry my sweet princess, angels weep in agony, they weep and kneel before the true gods of the cosmos, us. Isn't it that bullshit you've been saying? I heard it's one of those... inspi-"

    Then he disintegrated. Coursing through my veins, and releasing through each and every pore of my skin, the shards of energy had pierced each cell of his wretched body, turning him into nothing but fragments of disdain.

    "N-n...never... never... in-...insu-...lt... never..." I had barely said.

    That was my chance. Through the other guards, and through the doorway which used to house my only sanctuary, I ran. Blind, I couldn't see where I was going, but I had in my mind one thing: away. I hit a wall on the way as I fell and collapsed on the floor, when I heard shouts and shots in the distance, as I crawled over to a small crevice in the battered hallway, hoping that it be my savior.

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    No no no no no why do you keep haunting me I want you to leave me alone why cant you just go away and leave me alone…

    “No, no, get away from me!”

    I tried to get away, but then when I went to move, he was there, he was always there. Sometimes I could see him, sometimes I could hear him, and even think him, but he was never gone. I backed against the wall that was there to hold me and this evil thing drove his claws into the wall around me, and I screamed out of fear. Why can he scare me so easily I don’t know, I feel like he’s in my soul…

    “Why can’t you just leave me alone I haven’t done anything to you why do you want to be here are you going to kill me please don’t kill me!”

    All that demon did was let out that petrifying horrible animalistic laughter and my heart dropped. I slid down against the wall and curled up in a ball I was afraid he’d kill me I didn’t want to die I still had things I wanted to do… I was shaking furiously in a ball, and he sinks into the floor, uses one of those mean claws to grab my head and then he forced me to look into his eye and NO! Furious tremors went through me I started to sweat and I just wanted to scream but didn’t want to scream I didn’t know if he’d like it so he tormented me more instead...


    "Why would I kill you? Think back. Think way back. I’d never want to kill you.”

    He crept closer to me, until his face was in front of mine, and yet he got closer. That feral animal dragged his head up past my neck and over my head, breathing heavily through his nose… what does he want with me and why does he keep tormenting me I just want to be alone!

    “You complete me.”

    Again again AGAIN that chilling laughter echoed across these tiny walls and against my soul. Why can’t you just leave me alone I know what I did to you and I know the evil that builds inside of you but why am I the one alive… Why have you killed all of them all of those people who deserved it but kept me alive!? I’m so confused I just want someone here anyone here I don’t care who it is I just need someone who can help me…

    “Does it depress you? How alone you really are?”

    Those words and then silence finally, finally he left me alone. Those words, and I became panicked. Brother the ones who leave me things a stranger anyone I just want anyone now as long as they’re someone I can talk to… I’m scared broken defeated confused lonely… Please, someone, save me…
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    Agonizing with what little life I had left, I breathed heavy breaths, each consuming more time and energy as I crawled. The murky surroundings of the passageway was dull and uninviting. I was so afraid that I couldn't see anything at all, what if I stumbled across a pit of needles? Or a sea of poison? I didn't know anymore what lied beyond. I just... felt it all fade away.

    Until that emptiness occurred. I dropped to my misery, I was screaming in an agony unheard of by the angels. An agony unfelt by any man, and an agony I despaired over. It was a feat where my bones lay in the dust, and where my blood boiled in discord. I was not at peace. I was in peril.

    With a thud, my corpse beckoned my end, yet my soul still lived on. Why? Why? Why oh why? Angels above, do you not have mercy on me? I love you, do you not love me?

    And I heard a man, a man whose peril and despair was akin to mine, I felt it grow louder and louder, as such solemn words heralded me to move closer to it. I did. I crawled and clinged to life as I followed the noise, and as soon as I felt the aura of him being near me, I spoke.

    "A...are... are you a ... friend?"

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    IC: Sharp

    A word went through the air and it speared into my attention. It was someone’s voice? There’s someone else down here?… THERE’S SOMEONE HERE? My instincts told me to dash, move as fast as you can tear everything off of the walls they can’t see what those letters are it’s not there place to know and not my time to share. But then I was struck by something else… Such dismal demeanor, such bottomless despair, a crushed will that seems like it’s only alive because the powers that be prevent it from finding relief. So similar, maybe comforting, but it IS similar, and that could be terrifying. I’ve been struggling all this time and now she’s here, I don’t know what happened, but I don’t want anyone to feel how I feel so I need to see this because maybe helping her will help me figure out how to do the same for me…

    “…Yes.”

    I would help her I know that I figured that out before, but why did I answer? I haven’t talked to anyone in almost three years I’ve been alone here all this time and all the sudden she comes along and I call her a.. friend? Perhaps I want one, someone who, whether in the same situation as me or not, would mean I’m not alone, even though my brother isn’t here I wouldn’t be alone for once there’d be someone else here… yes.

    I wonder if I should go and help her up… If I go over there and try to touch her what if she retaliates out of fear if she hits me and scares me enough I could… No, I should know, but then again, what have I really known over these times I mean I haven’t even been able to find anything viable outside this crawlspace no contacts no friends no one of actual connection. It’ll take more than just me to help her pain but maybe I could at least try… of course, I could do that.

    Crawling slowly over to her, I half wanted to just thank the gods for finally giving me someone to actually interact with, and half wanted to recoil to the opposite corner and wait for a strange presence to leave… I trusted my judgment and went with the first one the one I wanted to be true out of the two. Wait… is that a bullet wound? By god, you’re not here because you ended up finding this, you’re here for your life…

    Kneeling on one knee, I carefully wrapped my two arms around her uninjured one and aided her to her feet. She seemed fearful and so dismal, so dismal that only someone who has been in that same exact spot or IS in that same exact spot could even grasp what it’s like to be in that state of mind… All I could think of was to take her over to all I had, the piano bench. Sitting her down carefully upon it, what could I say? Was I supposed to ask her what happened? Comfort her? Relate to… no. Maybe this is why I am a composer…


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    What was that sweet chime, what was that solemn song? It echoed in my dreams as I lay there, in my own blood, and in my own misery. It seemed as though it began to fade as my soul had melded with the music. I couldn't see, yet I could see the beautiful colors of tranquility glisten right before me.

    Omnia dividit tragoedia caram amandamque
    Tragedy divides everything, the dear and the lovable.

    It seemed as though, I don't know anymore what life is, or what life is meant to be. How am I supposed to understand it? How am I supposed to question its worth? How am I supposed to deal what it throws at me? How am I supposed to... how am I...? The dear requiem of life is a plague to my soul, as if I am but a worthless wandering spirit in this vessel of hope.

    Et nocte perpetua, And in this everlasting night, I pray to whatever gods may be, for a soul which may be stronger... much more fulfilling than mine.

    Yet... it seems as though there may be hope lingering among the hopeless. What is it that I feel? The serenating angels I hear right now seem to bless me, they seem to sing a hymn for me. Am I supposed to... smile?

    Auroram videre potes
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    I'm walking on sunshine,
    oh-oh-oooh
    I'm walking on sunshine,
    oh-oh-oooh,
    I'm walking on sun-- bzzzt.


    Damn radios, never anything good.

    I look outside and I see it all gloomy. Maybe that's what I perceive everything to be right now. People walking in quiet streets, stricken with fear; people walking in busy avenues, bloated with pride. It all seems the same really. An everlasting cycle of boredom and hell. Skyline isn't just the same anymore. Prejudice runs amok, as justice hides behind its shadow. It's absolute shit.

    And me? All I can do is simply watch. And escape. Watch and escape this perilous world, yet what can I do? This is my story.


    Sitting in a decrepit room with my cousin playing around, I wandered about it all. The torture, the persecution, the discrimination. Was it all for vanity? Was there some hidden reason? I have no idea. It's funny how Camael is so innocent. I've never really spent much time with her, I'm so guilty of it... however I must put a firm demeanor. I wouldn't want her to think her ol' cuz is a weakling, eh?

    Nevertheless, I took a long glance at Camael and asked her, "How's life?"

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    The streets were awfully vacant. Haiiro quietly drifted through street after street, seeing nobody. She hadn't seen anybody since the last time the scary men came with their noisers and hurts*. It was irritating how they seemed to always follow her and her friends.

    "Hello?"

    She tried to broadcast the thought around the entire area, hoping to find someone. Maybe to interact with someone, find friends, a home, sanctuary.

    "Is anybody here?"

    Again, no answer to her question. She started off the same question before she was pushed against the wall. Not that hard though.

    "What are you doing! You could get us both caught, honey!" It was Rocky*, always looking out for her. She smiled at him, in a way of saying 'sorry' without actually using any power, "We have to be very careful."

    "Why doesn't anyone talk to me?" she enquired. Nobody ever answered her when she spoke, what happened to her friends? "Did they mean men come for them too?"

    "It's difficult..." Rockstar started to explain before they heard that all to common sound, marching. Every step taken was more of a warning klaxon than the last. Every eerie step brought the hands of justice down on those deemed wrong. It bellowed death and torture, it called for those who were any different than they 'should be'. Rocky tugged on her shirt as if to say "Quickly Haiiro!"

    They both ran into the building next to them, and hid, sitting against the wall, neither daring enough to make a sound. The doorknob twisted, and a soldier stepped into the doorframe of the house. They seemed to wear off white, patterned uniforms, to somewhat blend with the urban developments. He was riddled with different small electronics and wires, all eminating that irritating noise that pulsed over and over again in Haiiro's mind.

    She plugged her ears, which seems trivial but was just enough for her. The soldier stopped. Rockstar immediately looked at his companion, who was leering at their new guest, intensely. The words 'nobody is here' eminated from her lips. Over and over again, as if it was a prayer, yet no sound escaped.

    "Nobody is here" the soldier called, as he turned around and continued out back into the streets. Yet another miracle. After checking all of the local houses, the army moved on. Rocky heard a comment about hearing voices in his head of a little girl, others commented on similar experiences. At this, he had to confront her.

    "You can't just randomly talk to everyone in the area, you could get us caught, which is the last thing we want." He knew she didnt' want to hear this, and that she already felt guilty enough, so he changed the subject, "but what was that fantastic move you pulled there, you really saved us!"

    She smiled at this, and hugged him, not wanting to leave any security she could have ever again. He hugged back, and smiled.



    "That soldier boy was cute though."



    OOC: *words she invented to mask things she doesn't understand. Noisers would be one way she refers to the white noise emiting from their radios, and hurts are her way of talking about guns, without bringing up painful memories. Rocky is her nickname for Rockstar, if that wasn't apparent.
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    How’s life?” Camael’s eyes widened. “Bro, you got it wrong! You got it wrong for once!”

    A giggle, and that innocent face peered up at the brooding one of her brother. Her mouth opened, lips curving upwards, almost as if she wanted to give another of those musical laughs. But she didn’t. Instead, she spoke, those sharp canines sparkling in the dull light. Baby teeth.

    “It’s where’s life, why’s life, when’s life, what’s life, and whose life!” She sang sang sang, waving her arms in accompaniment to the light repetitive tune. Prancing lightly around the room, those feet were dancing.


    “Bro! It’s where’s life? Where, where, where? Where way up thereeee~”
    “Bro! It’s why’s life? Why, why, why? Why do we sighhhh~”
    “Bro! It’s when’s life? When, when, when? When is it the endddd~”
    “Bro! It’s whose life? Who, who, who? Who is me or youuuu?”


    And she finished the song and plopped down next to that big, lovely brother of hers; panting slightly from the exercise, face alight with the happiness of singing that old kindergarten song. The rhyme, devised for the little girl to remember those four Ws and single H. She plopped there next to that big, lovely brother of hers, and awaited his praise eagerly.



    OOC: Yeah, Rayne's her cousin but she calls him Bro and thinks of him as a brother because she's affectionate.

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    Breath Chelsea...

    She was kneeling down, hands on her knees and panting furiously, looking down to the ground. As a drop of sweat trickled down her face, she sighed. She got up from her knees and the single drop of sweat fell. Once it hit the floor, Chelsea heard something, and so she Jumped. Now she stood a couple steps from the drop of sweat. Surprised to not have seen anybody in front of her, she bent down to see what had made the noise she had heard.

    "Sweat..."

    And with another sigh she stood on her two feet, and she walked forward and entered a hallway until she saw two machines propped against the wall.

    "Ahh, after training all day this will feel amazing."

    Chelsea took off her clothes and deposited them into the washing machine to the left, and after adding a couple scoops of soap, she entered her bathroom. Instantly she started the bath. She took off her bra and panties and threw them to the side, stepping into her freshly drawn bath and turning off the faucet. A sigh escaped her lips as she let her hair down and sunk lower into the bath. It felt more than incredible. After a few moments of soaking, she lathered shampoo onto her hands and ran her fingers through her hair. She dipped her head into the water, rinsing the shampoo out. How amazing this felt on her scalp. After another few moments of taking in the heat on her body, she closed her eyes softly and began to think.

    I have nothing to do with my life. If I continue living like this my life with consist of nothing but training and hiding, training and hiding. Why am I training for if I'm hiding from everything...? I'm hiding from my parents and their associates, everything social, I even have to steal supplies... why me?

    She sunk herself down, covering her entire petite body in steaming water, and let all her worries wash away as she doze off into a soft, serence sleep...


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    IC: Clementine awoke in the small cabin, gropping around in the darkness for her fanny pack. Her head was beginning to throb, and she could already tell it was going to be another long day. She contemplated just staying in the woods, she had some food that would last her the day and she didn't know if she could handle the light and commotion of the city just yet.

    Still searching, her hand happened apon the soft muzzle of Dog, her less the furocious coyote. Gingerly in his mouth he held up her fanny pack for her, used to the routine. Once she took it from him he licked her hand and she patted him softly on the head.

    "Thanks Dog, I suppose that's whay I get for making this stupid place. I should have made it in pieces instead of the whole thing at once. Gosh, it's been three days and it's only starting to go away now..."

    Unzipping and digging through she pulled out a bottle that would have read "Aspirin" if there was light enough to see. She shook it, dissapointed by the empty rattle and threw it across the room. There was nothing in it. She repeated the process several times with four other bottles but with no success, and Dog brought them back to her one by one, thinking it a game of fetch. She groaned before falling back on her make shift bed.

    "I suppose we will go to the city today," She said, rising up and daring to open the door to the outside world.

    The light flooded in from outside, filling the space. Illuminated one could see that it was really just a glorified dumpster, made of metal. There were no windows, and the only contents inside were a few jars filled with pickles, fruits and one of beef jerky. There was a mess of blankets and a few pillows, all ontop of a thick foam matress. The only decoration was a sign that simply read "Home sweet home", hanging above the doorway. It mocked her.

    She closed it behind her, taking in the fresh air, it helped a little. As she began to walk she fostered a limp, reminding her of her leg. She had terrible gash down calf that she got two months ago, but it still looked fresh. Dog bounded up ahead of her sniffing the grass and nipping at butterflies and the like. It wasn't a far walk to the outskirts of the city and with her destination in mind, hopefully a short visit.

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    The forest was silent yet calm. Wind blew through the trees causing the leaves to rustle. A Leon lay hidden behind the underbrush of the forest. He was crouched down gripping a Bow firmly in his hands. Without making a sound, he drew a wooden arrow from his quiver. Loading it upon the bow Leon was ready to take aim. Sweat ran down his face, as he seems nervous about the kill. Leon target was an English Angora Rabbit. It was small and seemed to be female.

    “This is my last chance to get something for lunch,” said Leon as he readied himself for the kill.

    Swiftly Leon rose from the under bush. The rabbit ears rose as it did so did Leon bow. With one glance of Leon the rabbit was about to run. Letting go of the arrow it raced toward the rabbit. Time seemed to slow down as Leon waited for the result.

    OOC: About Time. My character starts off hunting in the woods.

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    Clementine smiled as she watched Dog in his antics, it was hard to believe he had once been wild. He seemed like a stray puppy, well at least for the most part. All in an instant he stopped, perked up his ears and began to sniff the wind. Crouching low he prepared for what she knew to be the hunt of some form of game, she slowed down before stopping entirely. When he caught the scent of something, his instincts would kick in and it was best for her to observe otherwise she'd only get in the way and scare away dinner.

    He broke off at a run and she followed silently, nothing more then a jog. He was closing in on something, and with a quick jump he had it in his jaws and was now rolling through the foliage with it, all in seconds. Almost a split second after she saw something hit the ground in a flash, exactly where they had been moments before. It was an arrow, and as Dog brought back his prize he walked around it, plopping the rabbit in her feet.

    She was to preoccupied to pick it up, and following the trail of the arrow she saw a Man with a bow. Panic set over her, did he know what she was? She'd run into a few hunters before, most of them with guns and most of them experienced. Then agian, how could he know? Calmly she regained her composure and stepped out into the open.

    "Sorry about that," She laughed gesturing to Dog and the rabbit, "Dog, the only way to hunt."

    She let the silence fester a moment before continuing.

    "Never seen anyone hunt with a bow before, some kind of sport perhaps?"

    She didn't plan on making to much conversation, just enough to get out of there. People started getting curious about girls in the woods and often put two and two together. She didn't want another fiasco, she had narrowly missed so many before. Dog barked, but not at the stranger. Looking down she could realize why, her tail was in plain view. She quickly tucked it behind herself, hoping that against the trees it had seemed to be nothing more then a shadow.

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    Leon could hardly believe a dog stole his kill. The dog grips the rabbit in its fangs and stares at Leon.

    “Their goes my lunch for today” said Leon.

    "Sorry about that," said a voice. Leon looks to see a young girl. He could tell that he was older because of the height difference. The fact that a girl so young would be out in the woods steered up questions.

    “Its okay” replied Leon. “I had my prey stolen by a hawk before too.”

    Without a word Leon, walk over to where the arrow had hit. The stone tip of the arrowhead had pierced the ground leaving it standing lopsided. With one tug, Leon pulled the arrow out from the ground and placed it back into his quiver.

    "Never seen anyone hunts with a bow before, some kind of sport perhaps,” said the girl.

    “Nope” replied Leon. “I can’t afford a gun their too expensive.”

    The conversation soon ended when the girl dog suddenly started to bark. Leon thought this meant danger so he readied his bow again. Within a few seconds and looking around the area nothing, happen.

    “Weird dog you have their” said Leon. “Barking for no reason at all.”

    Leon laughed at this but soon stop.

    “So what’s a girl like you doing here a walk perhaps?”

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    Can't afford a gun? He was turning out to be just as suspicious as her but everyone had their secrets. She felt instantly on the defensive.

    “So what’s a girl like you doing here a walk perhaps?” He asked, just as curious as her.

    Clementine knew this game all to well. You never, ever agreed with the solution that someone else gives you. It's a test, and if you are to quick to buy into it they know that you are only fishing for excuses. You had to be a step ahead; detail was very important.

    "I'm looking for samples for my science project," She answered casually, "I've got most of the stuff already, I thought I'd take one last look to see if I could find an example of pollenated fern."

    Pollenated fern? Well, it would have to do. Now, to explain of Dog.

    "I didn't mean to catch your kill, you can have it if you want," She said handing him the rabit a little more grudgingly then she would have liked, afterall she had intended it to be her lunch, "The dog is really my dad's hunting dog, he doesn't really seem to understand when the hunt is over. I really don't know what he's doing half the time. My mom didn't think it was safe for me to explore the woods by myself though, you know? She says that some ofthem hang out here."

    There, she had introduced the idea of evolutions. It was a careful game of poker now, how would he respond to such a suggestion? Would she even be able to read or gage his reaction? His response would speak volumes, and she almost hoped that he was one. At least then she'd be safe; for now.

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    “I'm looking for samples for my science project," the girl answered casually, "I've got most of the stuff already, and I thought I'd take one last look to see if I could find an example of pollinated fern."

    “Pollinated fern” repeated Leon. “Doesn’t seem like something a kid would study but anything to get an A+.”

    Thoughts begin to run through Leon mind as to why the girl was out here. If she was, doing a Science project why wasn’t someone with her. Leon was brainstorming was he was interrupted by the girl. The girl took the rabbit from the dog and handed it to Leon.

    "I didn't mean to catch your kill, you can have it if you want," She said handing him the rabbit. Leon took the rabbit from the girl and started to listen to her again.

    "The dog is really my dad's hunting dog, he doesn't really seem to understand when the hunt is over. I really don't know what he's doing half the time. My mom didn't think it was safe for me to explore the woods by myself though, you know. She says that some of them hang out here."

    “Some of them” repeated Leon.

    Placing his hand gently on the tree Leon wanted it to look like as if he was resting himself up against the tree. Focusing his thoughts, Leon looked calm yet peaceful. He didn’t want to look to suspicious in front of the girl so he held back a little on his powers. He channeled his Earthly powers into the tree. From the tree, he then focuses it into the ground where he felt light movements. The movements weren’t from humans or vehicles but from the forest animals.

    “If you’re worried about anybody else entering the forest I think were the only one’s here,” said Leon. “Oh and if your looking for flowers I suggest you like deeper into the forest.”

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    IC: "Well, dear Camael, what I meant to sa-"

    However, before I could finish what I was saying, an explosion was heard just a few meters behind me. I turned my head and saw the burning wood and debris glancing in malice as I grew pale. Will it ever end? Barely making it alive, I grabbed Camael and figured out where to go. The door is no option. Where to go, where to go... ah!

    Glancing at the window whose air provided freedom, holding the confused Camael, I leapt through the window into the cold air - which beckoned a 100 meter drop. Holding Camael, tight, I struggled to think what to do. It was all looming close. The tragedy, the end. It all grew near.

    However. What the hell.

    Focusing all of my energy, I began to grow pale, my skin began to dry up as my blood began to cool down. I was nearly about to let Camael go had it not been for my fervor intent to keep her close. As if wings had sprouted, we were descending slowly.

    My vision now apparently lost, and my sense of direction apparently compromised, I bellowed, asphyxiated, to Camael, "WHERE IS SAFETY?"

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    The moment was tense, awkward and she wanted desperatly to simply flee. His reaction how could she interperet that? He seemed to show a little disdain but she couldn't decided what it was directed at.

    Suddenly, the fur on Dog's neck began to rise as he emitted a low menacing growl at the boy. She knew that one, it meant he was using a power of some sort, although she could feel or hear nothing. So he was an evolution just as her, was he planning on attacking her? She didn't have enough focus to get into an epic battle just yet. Instead, she let her tail whip around so that he could see it and snapped her fingers to call Dog to her so he would cease his barking. Perhaps, he would see it as a sign of truce? It sickened her to see evolutions, she hated them, but she couldn't change that fact that she was one, and as long as they we're targets they were allies.

    "So, um, I won't tell if you won't?" She asked

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    "There is nothing covered that will not be revealed,
    nor hidden that will not be known.

    And I say to you, My friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body,
    and after that have no more that they can do.


    But I will show you whom you should fear:
    Fear Him! who, after He has killed, has the power to cast into Hell;
    Yes, I say to you, Fear Him!
    "


    "feAr hiM," I'd repeat as a soft and fearful whimper, "FeAR hIm, fEaR HIM, feAR HiM, fear him..."



    Each day seemed to be awoken by the cadence of the rains. Not the yawning sun as night dispels, not the gentle zephyr from the North. No, there was not light, there was only darkness. Day after day. Did they follow me? Did they shadow everything I did, only to spite me? It's because of the terrible things I've done. That must be it. It is because I am this monster. It is because I am this hideous, disgusting monster.

    They'll come after me soon. I know they will. And when they get me, they'll destroy me. I'll become dust. Return to the earth. And the only goddamn thing I can do is sit here, in this damp and destitute alley. Could the pain end that way? Am I a coward for wanting release from this agony? Am I a coward for feeling?

    But ... Sometimes I'd question whether it was truly my fault. I was given an answer.

    "Of course it is; their deaths were at your hands. Your murderous, bloodied hands. It's your fault they're dead. No one else's. There is no one else around, there is only you. Only you. Alone."

    Over and over, it'd turn over in my mind. As I slept, as I cried, every moment of this pitiful life. Their deaths were at my hands. My murderous, bloodied hands. My mind, she tortured and tormented me so. She'd appear to me. She could speak better than me and she had a smiling face. She'd be standing beside all my victims ... Mother, Sandra was the one with pretty brown eyes, John was old and had a beard, Isabelle was the little girl, the beautiful little girl. I killed another two. I called them Caitlin and Joshua. That's why they'll be after me. I am a beast.

    She'd always tell me what a terrible person I am, how alone I am. My mind. I'd try to argue but it's true. It's all true. Everything, everything, everything was my fault. Each word that came out of her mouth, even the slightest sinister murmur, came as a piercing blast in my ... what do you call it? The thing in your chest, that makes your breaths heavy and sharp, that makes your body ache and throb?

    My mouth mimicked her own – or was it my mouth that mimicked hers? Everything she said, my mouth moved with it – or was it that what I said moved with hers? So ... Who is the puppeteer? Who is the maestro? Who is in control?

    It would play over in front of me. As if they were putting on a show for my pure fear and suffering and anguish and misery and despair and throe. Actors, all of them actors, playing it again and again before my very eyes. I could see them. I could see mother. My talon-like hands gripping her throat, roseate seeping between and out past my claws. She was scared. Her eyes were panic-stricken like my own as I watched on. She was afraid of me. Her daughter. And I'd reach out my hand to grab hers, detached from my feral state, trying to ... to save her, to save me from this guilt. But I could do nothing. My fingers went through her like a ghost. And I'd scream. I'd scream for her, "Mother, mother, mother, mother," but she wouldn't hear me. And next thing I would find myself against the unfeeling concrete walls of these slums, as cold as my own skin, shaking and cradling myself. And there my mind would be. She would smile at me.

    I don't remember much about mother, actually. She used to beat me. You can see it embedded in my skin. I don't mind that. She was all I had. I loved her, but I don't really know why. She was always very angry, but in an instant she would be sad, and then smiling. I didn't understand her. But when I lost her, when I lost her by my own very hands, that's when I loved her most.

    Now that I've lost her, I have no one else. No one else but this haunting mind for company. I want to hold her hand, to hold anyone's hand. I want to feel warmth, the warmth of another. People would walk past my home, this dank alley, and they wouldn't care. People got used to it. Poverty became a normal facet of life, and people stopped caring. With each day that passed, the cold grew, heartlessness devoured. And as time went on, as each day went by, people just didn't care anymore.

    I started to wonder. What if ... What if I accepted the darkness? What if I would allow it to engulf me, never to come into the day again? Wouldn't it be so much easier? Could I ... Could I forget, could I be relieved, released? If I lived in darkness and darkness alone, would I be spared of this unrequited hope I hold? If I could let go of all emotion, could I be happier?

    "i dON'T WaNt To BE ALOnE ANyMORe."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Muttsy View Post
    The moment was tense, awkward and she wanted desperatly to simply flee. His reaction how could she interperet that? He seemed to show a little disdain but she couldn't decided what it was directed at.

    Suddenly, the fur on Dog's neck began to rise as he emitted a low menacing growl at the boy. She knew that one, it meant he was using a power of some sort, although she could feel or hear nothing. So he was an evolution just as her, was he planning on attacking her? She didn't have enough focus to get into an epic battle just yet. Instead, she let her tail whip around so that he could see it and snapped her fingers to call Dog to her so he would cease his barking. Perhaps, he would see it as a sign of truce? It sickened her to see evolutions, she hated them, but she couldn't change that fact that she was one, and as long as they we're targets they were allies.

    "So, um, I won't tell if you won't?" She asked

    The girl let her tail whip around so that Leon could see it. She snapped her fingers to call her dog to her so he would cease his barking. Leon was a little shocked but knew what this meant. She was an Evolution. The tail was a dead give away. That only left one question was she friend or foe.

    “So you’re an Evolution,” replied Leon. “Explains why you’re in the forest alone with just a dog.”

    “Name’s Leon Jordan” said Leon while reaching his hand out for a handshake.

    *Both Made by Ph3nom*



    With These Hands, I Can Take Life. With Our Body We Can Make Life. Doesn’t That Make Us Godly.

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