Well, hey there. Um, well, it's mother's day in Australia and it has been for the past 18 hours and 25 minutes from the moemnt this was posted, and i've been trying to figure out what i could do for CTR for mother's day. And so far, making a thread on here seemed like the best way, so, if you know CTR, are good friends with CTR or even if you just know of (and appreciate) CTR, even if not to help me, post somethign she'd like here, and let's try to brighten her day, even if only as a form of thank you over a happy mother's day. And sorry if i got this in the wrong section, i haven't been outside of the family section in a LONG time...
Umm, random part of a story i did for practice, it's only a prototype though and i'm not going to post the actual story, since i'm trying to get it published. I know it's not that good, but my girlfriend had all but left me as i was writing it so i couldn't really concentrate, sorry... Trance: ------- The wind bellowed loudly, its sharp shards rippling lightly through Drain’s crimson brown hair, the sun’s ever-elegant gaze illuminating his pale skin in the shade of the oak. Under normal circumstance, Drain would be with the others, trying as he so often did to enjoy the mindless frolicking of free period. Nevertheless, this day had been different; instead, the booming noise of life did not reach him. Instead, a deep silence aired all around him, his promise of eternity vivid in the minds of others. Even in God’s Hall break ups were common, in-fact, it had to be at least twice as common, yet never were both sides of the relationship reluctant to part. And-so, when the separation of Drain and Ami had come about, no one had expected neither Drain’s promise, nor Ami’s ever-present doubt on what would come to be. If that had not been peculiar enough, even the terms for the break-up remained hidden, seemingly hanging between only Drain and Ami, as opposed to the natural commotion surrounding any number of other couples. This, alongside Drain’s naturally anti-social manner, had left the teen all but isolated of excitement, or comfort, his usual company replaced with a steady oak, which had barely stood on campus. In truth, Drain had never minded, he had found an unset comfort underneath the rustling of the tree’s branches. However, even this small comfort could only be temporary at best. Eventually Sync, Shane, Juc or even Ami herself would corner him about it, and he knew that when that finally happened, his world would come crashing down. He sighed at the thought, a sudden chill making him flinch violently, rendering him clinging to the tree. Drain was sick of it, sick of all this coward-like hiding, and the inescapable chill that seemed to stalk him. “Drain Kyegates?” He asked himself, laughing as the words left his mouth. Kyegates, right. That name had had long lost all meaning. Gates were meant to be sturdy, impenetrable, and in some cases, even daunting. Drain was none of these, and never had been. Instead, Drain had always been cold, impassive and emotionless, the true visage a ‘Drain’ should give off. His thoughts subsided, laughter still chortling out of him as he doubled over, his lungs aching in anticipation for his stored breath. All the same, the laughter continued to storm out of him, the formerly void air about him over-flowing with the noise of this obscenity. The life and excitement had drained out of the free period, the prying glances of his classmates ever questioning him, worried glances passing between the supervising teachers. Drain fell back, his voice hoarse, his body succumbing to the lack of oxygen, the deep impenetrable laughter finally subsiding out of his system. Already the teacher’s cautious voices rung out amongst the crowds, directing them away from the huddled form that had become Drain, their own concerned glances peering over at the troubled teen. Drain frowned sourly, the stirring of coughs stirring in his throat as he choked to reclaim the air his laughter had so vividly deprived him of. What right did they have to judge him? What could they possibly understand when they had never even left the comfort of privilege for a day? Drain flinched slightly, a spluttering cough vomiting itself out of his mouth. Such thoughts were nothing like him. Drain closed his eyes momentarily, sighing deeply as his breathing finally growing steady. The wind had picked up now, the sun’s rays cooling along the horizon. He would have to return to his dorms soon, or risk the possibility of being locked outside of God’s Hal, a thought he did not take so kindly too. This thought clear in his mind, Drain pulled himself up, hoping against hope that Sync would not be waiting for him. And so, when Drain found the school psychiatrist waiting for him, he had no choice but to believed his silent prayer had been answered. Eve so, as he stalked after the staff member, his only true worry amongst the junkyard that had become his mind was, ‘what’s going to happen to me now?’ Even if his episode on the oval had become common knowledge, it was hardly enough to commit him. In fact, the worst they could do at this point was put him on medication, or keep him under surveillance. Nevertheless, however, he could only question what would happen should another episode escape him. As the opaque door came into view, Drain had found himself deciding he would not allow this man into his head. Regardless of what he said or did, he would not let it get through to him. Unfortunately, for Drain, this had proven harder than originally anticipated, a series of well-placed bombardments hitting him, each one slightly harder then the previous, leaving Drain with the eventual belief this man could see into his soul. On the other hand, he was possibly stalking him. This never-ending bombardment continued, Drain’s conviction having grown stronger and stronger as a pattern finally came into his sights, a feeling of victory shooting through him. This pattern continued for a moment, Drain’s confidence reaching it’s peak as the bombshell his him. “I understand your still recovering from a certain break-up?” The question was self-explanatory, but it had been well placed, and Drain’s sudden shock had answered it all. “You know Drain; it’s been a couple of weeks, you should just stop thinking about it.” Silence had eloped this advice, an irritable sigh eroding the air between them. “Look Drain, I’m sure you still Ami, truly, I am, but feelings fade and there are plenty of other nice girls. A sudden crash bought the Psychiatrist’s sights across the rooms, a pile of previously stacked papers but a few centimeters from the Psychiatrist’s face, the older man’s jaw hanging loosely in surprise as Drain’s defensive statement lunged at him. “You could never understand…” “But she asked me to wait, and I’m going to wait!”
The Essence of Darkness The Other Side Story May 29th, Overview of last news cast On the year 2015, a series of unexplained explosions took the world by storm, causng massive damage to northern amerca and China. In the preceeding years, many assumptions were made about this, one that it was terrorists, others that it was an attack by a bordering company, however none of these were even proven. Now in the current day of 2025, the bombing is at it's worse, leaving Australia completely decimated, alongside several other bordering countries. Among the issue of the bombing, Japan's supply system has died, many citizens falling to this lack of food, while a new disease has shown itself, killing the host within 51 hours of containing it. During this time, multiple residents of Northern and Southern America have been dying of at an alarmingly increassing rate, with one recent bombing killing the scientist Cole Prior, and his adoptive son, Cian Prior. June 2nd, Eastern District Library The story didn't end there. Soon afterwards, Cian and Cole found themselves sinking inside of a black ocean, which now envelopes this side of the world. Noticing the never-ending black clouds, they went looking for shelter, so as to nurse their alreay poor forms. During this time, however, they met a sage of this planet, me. ---------- Ok, that was rather long and... different, for an RP story, but it was originally a piece i was going to write for fun. Anyways, basicaly, the other side stands for the side they go for after the bombing kileld htem, and depending on hw this goes, i'll amke the 'Living Side' later. Now, in this other side, everyone has the same basic ability, with only slight alerations. You see, every soul is born with some connection to an element and since we've died, we're more in touch with our soul. So, thereby, once we have learned how, we can gain dominance over said element (The Elements will be listed below). Anyways, the story goes that Cian and Cole go searching for the reason of the black sky and sea, and a number of events transpired, but this was only in my original planning, RP's never go the way their meant to, so just try to enjoy yourself and place your character(s) where-ever you may like. Elements: Fire Water Light Darkness Stone Wind Rules 1. No inapropriate language. 2. A maximum of 3 OC's please. 3. Keep all relationships (Straigh or otherwise) PG-13 please. 4. No Powerplaying/God-modding. 5. Keep it realistic. eg: If someone is hurt, please be HURT not shot then running around like nothing happened. 6. Upon registering OC's, please make sure registration contains the word 'apples' 7. Each OC is allowed but ONE element. OC Slip Name: Age: Apperance: History: Personality: Element: Fighting Style: Other: Played By: Existing OC's: Name: Cian Prior Age: 17 Apperance: History: Cian was adoped by Cole 6 years ago, after an unfortunate acciden killed his parents. Afterwards the two moved to one of the less public areas of America. Here Cole continue with his research, While Cian went about training himself. Personality: Naturally a deppreset, Cian rarely smiles, unless in the presence of either Cole or Trace. Element: Darkness Fighting Style: Unarmed, Imaginary blade. Other: During Cian's stage of training, he discovered he could not fight wit hanything but a blade of some sort. As a consequence, at the start of any small fight, he imagines he is wielding a small blade. A consequence of this is he hs never punched someone, however thanks to his agility and reflexes, he still manages to do damage with his legs. Played By: Dmaster Name: Cole Prior Age: 27 Apperance: History: Cole Prior had quite a life preceeding the events of the bombing, having taken interst in all forms of litterature several years before hand, and was curently in the process of Pubilshing his own serieswhen the bombing took his life. At the of2 however, he found himself with a great knowledge and understanding of the human body and illnesses, trnscending to a scintist shortly aftrwards, and moving Cian and himself away so as to avoid the bombings. Personality: The exact counter-measure of his adoptive son, Cole Prior is a natual anti-deppresents, often making rando remarks about pirates or the like. Element: Light Fighting Style: Unarmed, Single handed. Other: Cole has never had to use his left hand in a fight. Played By: Destined Name: Trace Tenson (The Sage) Age: 17 Apperance: History: As a young boy he had a normal life, he was quite smart, and he did what needed to be done, no more and no less. He was always quite the lazy one, and hed usually be the one in class who did his work then took a nap striaght away. He was then killed in the bombing and has now come to the other side and is the known as the "Sage" because of his connection to his elemental power. Personality: He's a real joker, he's lazy and quite easy going, but also very quick to aggitate and even quicker to use his element to resolve things. Element: Fire Fighting Style: Element and knife, single handed element use, single backhanded knife. Other: Because of his lack of focus and lazy nature, although he in completely tapped into his element, he isn't always able to use his element to it's full potential, but when he's serious his ability reaches its potential Played by: Pielover316 Name: Lyra Rosentia Age: 18 Apperance: History: Straight-A school girl, she always stuck to the rules and kept quiet. She died when she contracted a strange disease, which killed her in 51 hours, and Came to the otherside. Her element matched her living personality, sweet on the outside, but deep and deadly on the inside. Personality: Since she died, she's become a opposite of who she once was. She's outgoing, loves to talk, fight and is the first to speak her mind. Element: Water Fighting Style: Uses basic forms of Karate in fights, but uses a long Katana when in serious situations. Other: She gets distracted really easily. Played By: SoraNRikuNKairi Name: Samantha (Sam) Rose "Stitches" Age: 15 Appearance: History: Lived a normal teenager's life. And as she laid dying in her death bed she listened to the sobs of her weeping family members as her vision faded from her and her life dripped away. Personality: Just plain weird and random Element: Wind Fighting Style: Hit/run/live Other: She loves writing/drawing on herself and apples Played By: Random Angel Name: Misa Age: 16 Appearance: History: Misa was raised within the confines of the church, unable to make much contact with the outside world for reasons unknown. However once most of those keeping her in fell ill or died she bolted and never returned. Personality: Naturally curious and interested in finding an answer to everything. Element: Stone Fighting Style: A style loosely based on Capoeira, although she can also wield a very high number of weapons to a very good level. Other: Seems to be completely immune to the viruses spreading around the globe as she's never caught any despite a lot of exposure to them. Played By: Near-to-Tears Name: Maede (Ma-ye-de) Age: 13 Apperance: History: Growing up, he was praised as a genious. A high IQ, which was obvious amongst his fellow students. His only problem was cooperation in school, since with most people he would end up taking the lead, even with teachers, having a full understanding of that which was going on around him. He died when he was caught in one of the explosions though. Personality: Very lazy, prefers not to do much work, and just does things at his own pace, even if it means that others leave him behind, or vice versa. If he can avoid fighting, then he will, but otherwise, he will do what he must Element: Fire Fighting Style: He controls magma, and can shape it into weapons. Preferably he can create knives and swords. Knives are used for explosive long distance purposes (which he prefers) while swords are used for close combat, which he is more skilled in if he manipulates the fire correctly Other: Played By: deathsight44
Has anyone else besides me read this series and actually like it? O.o cause i've seriously NEVER meet someone esle who has read this series AND liked it... ._.
This is just some book i've been writing, and personally i think it's quite good... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soul of Fire Prologue: The cold slithered into the boy’s skin, chains protruding clear out of his back as he cowered, hugging his knees for warmth. The darkness seemed to invite him, offering him much to fear and much to remember… As if on cue, the door, the accursed door which had sealed his fate many times, opened, the light blinding his vision, as the two figures, determined to kill appeared… Chapter 1: Denithan opened his eyes placidly, the cold night air playing softly against his bushy white-black hair. He had once again fallen asleep in the street, tired of looking for an inn, and his grey robes were once again haggard. A deep sighed escaped him, the memories of his childhood clear in his mind, as he shrugged away the tears that had formed, and once again, set off down the street. The silence continued, the cold inviting unwanted memories, as his footsteps, the only sounds in the area, continued to hit. Light’s here and there flickered, and all around the city was dying. Denithan sighed, looking down at the ground, his Cian colored-eyes looking for something living. A few minutes of silence passed, the only sign of life being himself, before he continued, the lifelessness getting to him. A few more minutes of walking, and he’d be out of this city, but the question was, did he want to leave? He knew there were still others here, and that maybe if he helped them he could… As if on cue, a large smashing sound hit near by, causing Denithan to turn and run, finding a teenage boy, around his age, with snow white hair, standing in front of another teenage girl, her hair somewhat silver, as another man, roughly 21 by appearance, flipped through the air, bringing his foot down hard on what appeared to be a large black creature, it’s figure revolving around it’s spike back, and large white claws as it shoved the man off, lunging at the girl and boy again… If only a second off, Denithan’s soul chain colliding with the claw, sparks flying freely as it smashed into the nearby ground, Denithan walking up to the three. “Mind if I interject?†He asked, and then without waiting for an answer, unbound his sword, the massive black blade shining in the pale moonlight, his eyes flashing dangerously at the monster. The creature seemed to understand Denithan’s challenge, pulling its claw back, and leaping a small mile back, both its claws ready as its black eyes studied Denithan for a moment. “Come on, you can’t of lost your grip already?†Denithan joked, a small ounce of insanity in his voice, as he himself leaped, the black great sword flashing a number of colors as he smashed it down onto the creature’s claws, sparks flying up into his face, causing him to leap back so as to avoid the heat. These hands…Denithan’s thoughts came clearly to him, presenting him with more unwanted memories, as he plunged at the creature, his face set into a crazed smile. The hands that killed so many! The creature lunged at its new-found pray, sending Denithan flying backwards, as it readied itself for its next assault. Denithan sighed, jumping up, and resting the sword on his shoulder, as the man from before seemed to start some kind of spell. A few silent moments passed between the three, before the creature practically launched its left claw at Denithan, to whom bought down his great sword, another clashing sounding, as he got pushed back lightly, trying to support the great sword with just his right arm and his shoulder blade. Denithan gasped lightly, as the creature forced his blade into his shoulder, a light drizzle of blood pouring over the creatures claw, and his own weapon, as he slowly reached over to the bottom half of the blade, his right arm twitching as the pain seared through. Sighing in relief, Denithan gripped the blade with new intensity, pushing the creature’s claw back a few centimeters, and switching the angle of his blade, instead bringing up the creature’s claw. For a split second, the creature was stunned; its claw freely swinging into the air, as Denithan smashed his sword into the ground sparks bracing across his legs. And the heat… of that… fire… His thoughts crowded now, as he rushed ahead, the creature bringing it’s claw back down in desperation, the sparks lighten up the small area, as Denithan gradually grew faster, his right leg caught in the heat of the sparks… fire… the word barely came to him, as he leaped, using the sword to scrape across the ground and angle him. Slamming his feet into the ground, the blade came up with all the force it had just absorbed, his left arm swinging it upwards uncontrollably as gravity pushed the blade through the creatures flesh, causing it to shriek out in pain as it’s warm blood spilled completely over Denithan, who stood there, partially stunned, his face void of emotion. The moonlight shined on the spot, as the creature’s essence was dragged away, inside of the man, whose face showed a deep regret at having to use such a skill. A deep and somewhat dark silence hung in the air, as the man stared out at Denithan, and the teenage boy turned to the girl. “Who or what are you…?†the man asked, taking a step back as Denithan turned, completely covered in blood, his eyes showing nothing, but a strange blue haze over a blood red color. The completely exposed soul chain slowly dragged itself back into him, blood spilling out as it ripped itself back inside of Denithan… ------------------------------ That's the first half of chapter 1, though, i won't be writing the second half till after holidays, so if you're interested a couple of weeks or so...
Hey everyone, well me and my cousin (KillerX) have been having this poem war (Well, more like... *points to the below* whatever the hel those things are wars) for the last few days where we make poems to counter each other's... i don't think he knows i've posted this so i'ma tell him tommoz, but i figured that some of them were pretty good so i might as well post them... this does not have who did what because we normally have influence over each-other when we make these which means the credit for all of them is 50-50... also some of these aren't so good but i kept them cause they had some meaning to the two of us so... yeah... soz! ^-^' -------------------------------- I'm like an unsolved puzzle an issue you can't solve i'm always on your mind and you can't sovle why You're like a thread of hair you keep on growing back which is why i have the scissors waiting for you to come back you're like paper used and writing on which is why i don't care what you say I find you kinda funny i find you kinda sad i find it hard to tell you you find it hard to take i'm the last piece of the puzzle, the thing you left behind, the thing under your couch, or waiting behind, the one you don't notice, or the one you ignore, no matter how you look at it, i'm the one you don't adore. I'm the puzzle no one solves, i'm the one no one knows, if you wanna see me again, then help me live this live of dread. sin is evil, evil is life, life is pointless, so is sin. no one can control us, for we are we, forget about life, and live a while, for life is short, and life is dull, if sins are unforgiven, lets all party! death is the end, the end is inevitable, a battle brings death, so battle is the end, but if you survive battle, then you have skipped the ending, and the ending is inevitable. If we fight our time has come, as we see our lives before each others eyes, they speak of sin as a type of evil, but we see sin as meaningless, as it does nothing to harm us, if it shall ever harm us, we shall strike back with vengance, if we shall lose, our name forever herd! I'm like an unseen eclipse, like a part of history, you just haven't read the book, to know why i've come back to look. ------------------------------- Thanks for reading, and if anyone liked any of them i might post some more of them later... Thanks Again, Dmaster.
I was planning on righting this 'what if' story for awhile, but i realised almost no one would've heard of the series Summon Night, let along the game Summon Night: SwordCraft Story... then Destined told me to wirte it so here it is... ---------------------------- “… May… cup…” Zach’s tired form rolled over in his sleep, mumbling silently. “Make up? With who?” “I said WAKE UP!” His mother now screamed at him, causing him to jump. “The opening ceremony’s already started!” “Oh… the ceremony… that’s not good…” Zach muttered collapsing back into the warmth of his bed. “Come on Zach, we should get up now…” Zach’s twin brother, Den replied curtly in his sleep. Zach smiled to himself as he silently fell back to sleep, jumping again when he heard a loud banging downstairs. “Mom!” He called out jumping out of his bed and darting to the door. “What happened?” Den asked as he pulled the door open. Their mother smiled curtly at them. “Nothing, Dears, I simply wanted to make sure you were awake” “Unbelievable…” Den muttered wide-eyed. “Why’d we have to get up anyway?” Zach asked walking down with his brother. “Oh, right… the ceremonies already begun…” “The ceremony!” Zach and Den yelled in unison, tripping on each-others feet, and falling down the stairs roughly. “”Oh, are you ok?!?!” Their mother asked running over to them. “We’re fine mom.” Den replied as both brothers rubbed their faces, the pain seeming to dissolve as they remembered about the tournament. “Damn, we have to get ready!” “Now hold on a moment!” Their mother ordered them. “I have to make sure you’re okay!” Zach looked pleadingly at Den as their mother grabbed him by his shirt’s collar and dragged him off. “Now then, what are yours and your brother’s names? And what’s my name?” “Are you kidding me?” Zach replied, dumbfounded for words. ”NO, now answer the questions…” His mother ordered angrily. “Okay, Okay…” Zach murmured back. “I’m Zach and my brother is Den…” “And my name?!” The mother persisted. “Amariss!” Zach answered victoriously. “… oh my god… you actually forgot…” The mother replied dumfounded. Wait, what?!?!” Zach asked, a=staring at her in surprise. “Hehehe, I’m only joking…” His mother laughed, walking to the nearby bench and taking out a necklace. “Now then, I got this for you…” “A good luck charm?” Zach replied seeing the necklace. “It was your father’s…” The mother explained handing it to him. “Now then, the ceremonies waiting…” “Sh*t!” Zach muttered running off to go get ready. “Hurry the hell up!” Den yelled at him throwing him some clothes, and running past him. “Grab our invitations; I have to find our hammers!” “What do you think the central tower’s like?” Zach asked as both brother’s sprinted towards the ceremony. “I don’t care, so long as we make it to the Ceremony on time!” Den replied curtly increasing his pace. The brother’s continued to run for a few more moments, stopping suddenly when they saw the massive tower before them. “You have got to be kidding me…” “Hey! What’re you doing out here!” A man in yellow yelled at them walking towards them. “Oh, Master Bron, how are you today?” Zach asked, momentarily getting side-tracked. “Bah, never mind that, aren’t you supposed to be at the ceremony?” Bron persisted. “We were just heading there!” Den explained. “Cutting it a bit close don’t cha think?” “Oh, right sorry!” Zach muttered as he went to run off. “You know, your father never mad it anywhere on time either…” Bron continued. “He didn’t?!” Both brothers asked this time. “Nope, slower then a turtle going uphill he was… but what are you doing listening ta me? Get to the ceremony!” Bron ordered walking away. “And come see me afterwards! And you better win the tournament, I don’t teach second-class apprentices!” “Second-class apprentices, well doesn’t that just fill us with confidence…” Zach muttered to Bron’s back. “Who cares? Let’s go!” Den ordered running off. Zach sighed in relief, when they finally reached the ceremony, leading Den to a small area, secluded from the crowd. “Wow, there sure are a lot of people here…” Den commented silently. “Welcome to the opening ceremony of the craftlord tournament!” A booming voice greeted, causing everyone to jump and look at the stage. “Lubert, the craftlord of ruby, Ureksa the craftlord of emerald and Sakuro the craftlord of sapphire, these three masters have deigned to address you, and you would be wise to heed their words!” As the voice faded, three men became apparent on the stage. “Welcome children! Welcome children of the craftknights who defend the city of swords.” Lubert greeted, making his old figure apparent. “Today begins the tournament, in which the skills you have learned will be tested” Master Ureksa started. “It was three years ago we lost Shintetsu, our strongest and most respected craftlord.” Master Sakuro interjected calmly. “Dad…” Zach muttered in a barely audible whisper. “It’s been three years since the last time me and Den saw him…” “And Shintetsu’s loss was followed by the disappearance of Tyram, the craftlord of crystal.” Sakuro continued. “We need to find replacements for these men, to the other craftlords of Wystern… as the guardians and protectors of Parista, the spirit that dwells within the holy sword! For this reason, a position has been made for one of the apprentices n this room… and we will determine which of you is worthy of taking up the position.” “Most of you lack the skill to be worthy apprentices, let alone a craftlord” Lubert followed. “But all of you posses the gift of youth, and some the potential that comes with it! We must harness this potential and protect Wystern. We must do whatever is needed to fortify the city of swords!” From this the crowd broke into multiple uproars, one of the more noticeable boys with blonde hair stood up, stating that “A craftlord should know better than to show such a flawed opinion! How does he explain all the adults who can’t craft a decent weapon?!” “Who’s that?” Zach whispered to Den. “I don’t know if he’s talented or not, but he sure doesn’t lack confidence.” A few moments later a nearby girl stood up. “The next craftlord should be strong and beautiful, like me!” She stated. “That girl is almost as full of herself as that other guy…” Den whispered back. Soon afterwards, a small boy smiled happily to himself. “Look at all these worry-warts! I’m guaranteed this tournament!” “How’d the kid get into the tournament?!” Zach asked in surprise. “Let’s just stop worrying.” Den encouraged. “We can’t offered to be nervous! We have to keep our promise!” “To test your skills and to see which of you is worthy of becoming a craftlord.” Sakuro started, silencing the crowd. “You are only allowed to fight with one weapon, crafted yourself! A battle is won when your opponent either yields to you or their weapon breaks!” “Sounds easy enough.” Den commented to himself. “We should be able to craft ourselves weapons that’ll see us through…” “We’ll prove to everyone we’re worthy of becoming craftlords!” Zach continued excitedly. “We will allow your masters to aid you in the forging of your weapons” Sakuro boomed above everyone. “We will also allow you to receive assistance in your battles… but only one partner is allowed!” “Do you think he’s referring to a guardian beast?” Zach asked silently. “All of you are hereby granted passage into the dungeon of the central tower” Sakuro continued. “There you will find the materials needed to craft your weapons. The person with the keys to the dungeon will present one to each of you later on.” “But the dungeon of the central tower leads to the shrine of Parista…” Den muttered. “I’ve heard rumors of summon creatures going mad down there…” “There are many dangers placed within this dungeon.” Sakuro stated. “These dangers will not be lessened or removed for you. You will have to confront them and overcome them on your own, if you cannot defend yourself then you are not worthy of being in this tournament.” Zach gulped as Sakuro finished his sentence. “As for who you will fight in the tournament, the opponent will be announced by the central tower before the start of your battle.” Sakuro finished. “So we won’t know who we’re fighting till the last minute…” Den realized, nodding his head in approvement. “You must remember a craftknights code.” Sakuro added. “A sword is not strength, a sword is not skill, and a sword is not fellowship. Let the code guide your efforts and they will be rewarded. Friendships will be forged in the midst of battle and when your skill is sharpest, and your weapon deadliest, you will be your own master. With this said I highly hope one of you will become our equal and join us as craftlords. That is all!” A few minutes after the Ceremony, Zach and Den were talking on their way to the silver guild, where they were based. Their white hair seemed to shine in the water as they talked; neither of them noticing the strange man that entered the silver guild just before them. They jokingly started a wrestling match as they entered the place that had become so familiar to them as of late. A few moments later they both cringed as they ran into their master. “What the?” Master Bron asked turning around. “There ya rascals are! And late again as well!” Sorry…” They both muttered in unison. Master Bron laughed at the two boys. “Apologies accepted. Now then, do ya’s think you have the skill required to win?” “Of course we do!” Zach replied immediately. Bron silently looked at Den’s silent figure, seeing the lack of confidence in his stance. “I admire your confidence Zach… but you!” Bron started grabbing Den by the hair. “Grow some balls! Yer father was a great man and earned the respect of the city, but you look like some runt!” “Gee… thanks.” Den muttered back sarcastically. “But don’t worry, I’m going to tell you how to take this tournament!” Bron stated. “Is that so master?” Zach asked blankly. “You do realize I’ve only ever helped you make them right?” “Ah, phooey, come with me to my room!” Bron ordered. “I got something special for the both of you!” Den sighed as he silently followed Zach into their master’s room, immediately noticing the strange man from before. “Master is that?” Zach started. “That’s right! He’s a summoner, and he’s going to help summon your guardian beasts! Now then I got to prepare.” A few hours passed as both Den and Zach waited for their master to finish, Zach running in eagerly when he called them in. “Den, can you believe it? We’re going to have guardian beasts at our sides!” Zach yelled in excitement. “Are we really worthy of this master?” Den asked uncertainly. “Why’re ya’s so ashamed? Did ya think yer would be winning this tournament on ya own?” Bron asked sarcastically. “I’m just not sure we should have guardian beasts…” Den muttered shyly. “Only skilled craftknights should have one…” “Well, the only way yer going to win is if you stop playing by the rules, and yer need a guardian beast, so ya getting one!” Bron explained darkly. “Yes master!” Zach replied enthusiastically. “Now then, do what you do Summoner.” Bron ordered. “Why certainly sir” The summoner replied politely. Now then, tell me child, what do you think of your father?” “I would like to know more about him I guess…” Zach replied queitly. “I see… Shintetsu’s child was raised quite well Bron.” The summoner commented. “Of course! He was raised by Amariss!” Bron stated cheerfully. “I see… well the bonds between child and parent are very special…” “What’re you guys talking about?” Den asked confused. “Amariss was the best teacher either one of you’s could’ve had! She taught you how to survive in this world!” Bron stated. “But she was highly over-protective…” Zach muttered. “Well, she did have to be both yer father and ya mother remember?” Bron reminded. “So not all mother’s threaten their children with spankings?” Zach asked incredoulesly. “Only the smart ones.” Bron explained. “Now then it’s time for you to get your summon beast!” “Not quite yet Bron, we still need two things…” The summoner reminded. “First something that’s important to the both of you…” Zach immediately pulled out his father’s good luck charm. “When’d you get Dad’s charm?” Den asked seeing it. Zach simply shrugged offering it to the Summoner. “And now, which did you prefer? Your mother’s kindness or your fathers strictness?” The summoner asked at last. “Dad’s strictness!” “Mom’s kindness…” “Right, I will now summon both of you’s your own Guardian beast.” The summoner explained, walking away silently. “Each of you take hold of a piece of summonite…” Den and Zach did as they were instructed, each marveling at the beauty of their own summonite. “Now concentrate!” Yes!” Both boys answered enthusiastically. The summoner now raised both his hands and began to chant, a large shining ball appearing before all of them. “Now I will open the portal into the other world, using the words and methods of the ancients…” The Summoner then continued to chant, as both Den and Zach focused on their crystals… After the flash two creatures stood their each looking at their own respective masters. “Wow, this is so cool!” Zach yelled running to the creature with flaming red hair and a golden horn shining on his head. “What do ya want?” The creature asked looking at Zach. “If you’re just going to sit there staring at me then I’ll go back to Silturn right now!” “Now cool your head Rasho.” Bron ordered. “You… so I have been summoned by a craftknight yet again…” Rasho replied curtly. “Yes you have, now stand at attention, this is the son of Shintetsu yer speaking to!” Bron explained angrily. “It is?” rasho asked suddenly filled with excitement and turning to Zach. “fine then, I will be your partner… you and i… we’re going to have fun…” “Ye-yeah” Zach stuttered in confusion. “Bron take me to his workshop NOW!!!” Rasho demanded dangerously. “Hold yer horses, just let me check on the twin.” Bron explained turning to see Den and his summon creatures were still staring at each-other, Den blushing lightly from how much the girl was staring at him. “… is this Wystern?” The floating girl finally asked. “Yeah, it is.” Bron explained gesturing to Den. “And this kid here is your new master.” “I see…” The girl muttered. “I’m Suggerine, though you can call me Sugar… please be nice to me…” “Su-sure…” Den replied unsure of how to react. ““Ya know, i was expecting from the same realms maybe but both you and yer brother summoned up both of your father’s summon beasts…” Bron explained nodding his head. “So, he’s the child of Shintetsu…?” Suggerine asked Bron silently. “Yer, him and his brother ova there.” Bron replied happily. “I see…” Suggerine muttered blushing lightly. “That’s good… that’s great!” Huh? Why is it so great? And why is she blushing? Den asked himself. “Right then, now that the introductions are finished… everyone up to the second floor now!” Zach chased after Rasho as he took off, Den and Suggerine following behind closely. “Now then, these quarters are only for participants in the tournaments…” Bron explained happily. “And since your twins you got to share! No then, this is your workshop!” A few moments later, after both Den and Zach had settled in Bron returned to check on them. “So, do ya’s like it?” Bron asked cockily when he saw them. “Well, you better because this is where yer both going to be working day and night from now on.” “Are you kidding!” Both Den and Zach yelled at him. Bron laughed. “No! you motherr’s already agreed that you should live here, so the decisions been made for ya! Now stop whining like spoiled brats, you should be happy, yer both following in your father’s footsteps…” “Yes master!” Zach replied, his natural enthusiasm returning. “Now then, I’ll teach you one of my crafting techniques tomorrow, I need to tend to the other participants now.” Bron explained walking out. “Yes sir, I understand sir!” Zach saluted to Bron as he left. “Could you be any more of a suck up?” Rasho asked playfully. Zach shrugged. “Hey Rasho,. Let’s go for a walk!” “what…?” Rasho asked looking at Zach and then shrugging. “What the hell? Been awhile since I’ve been in Wystern, TOO long in fact… let’s go!” And with that both Rasho and Zach left leaving Den and Suggerine to playfully pass random questions to each other. “Hey Master Den…?” Suggerine started getting bored of the random questions now. “Lets go for a walk!” “Wha-?” Den tried to ask as Suggerine dragged him out. “Okay, okay, I get it, we’ll go for a walk…” “Hey Zach…” Rasho started staring out at a boat. “That’s a beautiful boat isn’t it?” “NO Rasho, we should ask for permission first.” Zach reminded Rasho, almost immediately finding himself being dragged by the Oni. “We can ask after we hop OFF the boat, now come on!” Rasho explained dragging Zach to the front of it and dropping him. “Whatever…” Zach muttered back standing up and looking out at the ocean. “Heh… the sea’s breeze still smells the same as 3 years ago…” Rasho expressed randomly. “Hey Rasho…?” Zach started looking at him. “What’s up?” Rasho asked looking back at Zach. “Did you think my dad was a good craftlord?” “Are you asking me, did I think he was a good person in-general or if I thought he was a good actual craftlord?” Rasho asked back. “Don’t worry either way, I’ll tell you about all our accomplishments and the weapons we crafted and everything!” “You’ll tell me the WHOLE story?” Zach asked happily. “Well, not right now, but I will tell you bits and pieces as you progress.” Rasho explained rationally. “Ok, thanks Rasho!” Rasho stared at Zach dumbfounded. “Why’re you thanking me?” “Because you agreed to tell me the story, therefore you’ve agreed to be my partner!” Zach stated energetically. “You know… this conversation both intigues and confuses me…” Rasho explained. “You and your father are both… interesting, people, so easy-going…” “I haven’t been to the harbour in so long…” Suggerine released happily. “It’s beautiful…” “Yeah it is…” Den agreed happily. “Hey master Den, let’s hop on that boat!” Suggerine ordered pointing to a nearby boat. “Shouldn’t we ask permission first?” Den asked reluctantly following her. “But they did!” Suggerine pleaded pointing to Rasho and Zach. “Fine…” Den agreed following her to the edge of the deck. “it so nice here” Suggerine stated happily. “I’m so tired I can barely enjoy it…” Den explained, resting his head on the edge of the deck. Suggerine simply remained silent, staring at Den. “What’s wrong, Sugar?” Den asked, fainly using her nickname and cursing at how sassy it sounded. “… nothing… I’m just very glad to have met you, Master Den…” She explained shyly. “I’m glad I met you too!” Den replied happily, blushing lightly. “I wanna be a great craftlord just like dad was! Do you think you could help me?” “Of course I will.” Suggerine reassured happily. “By the way Master Den…” “Yes?” Den asked looking back at her. “I’m a creature in constant need of kindness...” Suggerine explained silently. “Alright… and?” Den asked, hoping he didn’t sound impatient. “Would you… be kind to me?” Suggerine asked shyly. “Uh… yeah…” Den agreed a little confused. “Of course I will!” “I’m so happy now…” Suggerine murmured to herself. “Knowing that my husband will be a kind person…” “Uhhhh… wait…” Den started, smiling weakly. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t you know?” Suggerine asked in surprise. “I’m your fiancé…” “FIANCE?!?!?!” Den asked in surprise. “No, I most certainly didn’t know that…” “Master Shintetsu promised me he’d give me one of his twin’s hand in marriage.” Suggerine explained. “And I AM your guardian beast anyway…” “Are you serious…?” Den asked weakly. “Absolutely!” Suggerine reassured cheerfully. “But I won’t marry you immediately… you have to tell me when you’re ready…” “Uhhh…” Den started on the birge of fainting. “Never?!?!” Three hours later, Zach’s could be heard yelling “WwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!” ---------------------------------- as stated before, i suspect no one will know what i'm going on about, but it should at least give you a good laugh... ^-^' oh and i got Suggerine's name wrong... it's meant to be Suggarette
English Teacher said we had to write a short story... worst thing she ever said >D anyawys, our word limit was 800 and i kinda went over by... 200 something O.O' and i was wondering if it's quality was worth it... now note, i know it ends abruptly but if i went too much further my english teacher would shoot meh T-T so... tell me what you think of it: ---------------------------------------- The Craft of Guns and Blades A shaded figure slowed, nearing a large door to which his target had disappeared into only moments before. Reaching for his weapon slot, he smiled grimly, feeling the comfortable weight of his deadly weapon resting across his back. He readied himself as he reached for the doorknob, a small light flickering in the dark of night… Cian yawned, rolling over in his sleep, the sun making his snowy white hair shine delicately. The light drizzle of noise seemed to finally find its way into his room, as his partner, Lucy, burst down his door, practically tackling him soon afterwards. Cian jumped in surprise, calming down as he saw the familiar face of his partner, her long brown hair falling into his eyes. “What are you doing?!?!†She demanded, jumping of off his bed. “How can you sleep at a time like this?†“A time like what?†Cian asked impatiently attempting to pull the blankets back over him, only to find Lucy ripping them out of his grasp again. Cian sighed, his annoyance making itself apparent, as the large crowd seemed to bare his way. He looked around impatiently for Lucy, only to find more rows of people baring his path. The wait finally getting to him, he ignorantly pushed through the crowd, collapsing suddenly as the crowd withdrew, a sudden flashing of swords shining in the sunlight. Cian stumbled to his feet hurriedly, realizing that the armed men were actually his craft masters shortly afterwards. The crowd oozed back to it previous positioning, pushing Cian to the front. Barely upright, Cian looked over at what the commotion had been about, seeing an apparently dormant figure, spread out across the deck of the ship Master Ureksa had arrived in the previous day. The crowd grew quite, as the figure now rose, rubbing his eyes impatiently and reaching for the large rectangular device on his back. Cian’s craft masters moved suddenly, as the figure threw a small silver object into the sky, grabbing it by its tip and swiping it through the air, the shape now extending into what looked to be a small sword. Swords ready the Craft-Masters leapt one by one at the man who moments ago had appeared so dormant, each one finding his or her death shortly afterwards as the man dispatched the craft-masters with ease. The crowd was now in hysterics, dashing in all directions as Cian was continuously knocked over and dragged across the ground, fear seeping into him as the crowd once again bared the way to the small and timid figure. Struggling to get up, he felt someone grab the back of his shirt and throw him behind a small group of boxes. His head banging, Cian looked around in surprise, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he saw his father’s old friend, his sapphire-based sword shining. After a few hours of fear-based terror, Cian crawled his way out of his hiding place, hearing a clash of steel, and turning to see his father’s friend, Sakuro, locked in-combat with the man. A small crowd appeared to have returned, each looking on in-total awe, as the figure spun around, meeting Sakuro’s diamond sword with his own rectangular weapon, sparks seeming to explode as Sakuro fell backwards from the friction. The man had now shoved the northern half of the rectangle into the ground, typing rapidly on a small keyboard on the weapon’s side, the upright end of the rectangle opening up to reveal a large circular hole, with no apparent end. A small energy began to gather at its center as Sakuro leapt away, a large blast launching itself out of the tip of the rectangle, ripping straight through everything in its path and practically disintegrating the small crowd that had gathered. Cian turned to find Lucy running towards him, tackling Cian and then clinging to him, her hair blinding Cian as he collapsed to the ground again. She jumped in surprise as there was a sudden clash, the battle between Sakuro and the man continued. The fear in her eyes clear, she grabbed Cian’s arm and pulled him to his feet, stopping suddenly as several other figures charged towards the conflict, each with their own respective weapon drawn. Sakuro smiled to himself, his blade becoming a sudden flash as he cut lengthwise at the man, a blue outline tracing where his sword had been, causing the man to jump backwards. Sakuro pushed his glasses up, his sword ready, as Master Ureksa’s now visible form joined him, the tip of his spear shining emerald like the materials that had made it, in the sunlight. Cian’s eyes widened as the man spun the rectangular weapon around, bringing it to a halt in Sakuro’s and Ureksa’s direction, the northern end now pointing to them, as yet again he typed on the small keyboard. This time the tip opened to reveal several smaller holes; small explosives going off, as hundreds of small yellow bullets came showering out of it, each one exploding upon making impact. Lucy screamed as one flew towards them, Cian’s mind racing as life seemed to leave his grasp. A few moments of silence past, a man appearing out of nowhere and taking the explosion himself, and a small flame lighten on the deck of the boat. Cian grasped around for the hilt of his own blade, pulling it out triumphantly from its sheath. Silently stammering to his feet, he felt Lucy pulling him back. “Are you crazy?†She pleaded. “If you fight you’ll be killed!†Unfortunately, her plead seemed to have reached the ears of the mysterious man, as moments later a small blade flew in-between Lucy’s and Cian’s faces, making them both jump in surprise. A few moments later the fight re-started, with Ureksa now offering support for Sakuro. Though even with this support, the man was more than a match for the both of them, disarming Ureksa, and stabbing another one of his smaller swords through Sakuro’s hand. Paralyzed to the spot, Sakuro watched in horror as the cannon half of the rectangle slowly charged, turning in shock as he heard someone’s voice. “Now, now Heiro, no need to kill, calm down.†A shaded figure ordered, walking towards the man. “Or more simply put, let’s head back to our own time. Doing anymore here will only hurt where we’re from…†And with that the man turned and walked away, Heiro chasing after him, as he had before any of this started… --------------------------------------------------- i personally think it's good since this is litterally the first time i wasn't (as Destined puts) Free-Writing... i wonder if anyone will pick out which game i stole most of the character's from O.o
That's right, my highly over-used and often magnificent (XD) RP' oc is now a system... and the basis for this story... now i apologize, for the chapters come in days, meaning that some will only be a paragraph's worth, though with these kinda of chapters i will most likely attach them to the one following it... ------------------------------------ D.E.I.N. Hello, my name is Denithan Jones Summers, or Den for short. I’m 15 and currently attend Heision Bording School. Don’t bother looking it up, I’ve already tried, chances are you won’t get any results. Anyway, it’s kind of funny. The only reason I’m even writing this is… well, I guess I just want to be remembered, and in case you don’t know what I mean, then please, take a seat, this is going to be a long story. Day 1: The Darkness of Death Well, first off, the school year started like any other I guess, we went in, got our names marked, assigned our classes and so on. Then the teachers allowed us the day off to get familiar with the school, which in my own opinion is both smart and careless at the same time. Anyway, it was during this day that I first encountered the D.E.I.N. system. I’ll leave its meaning and the likes until later, that way there will be a chance for you to understand, but what I can tell you now is that you always know when it’s been activated, there’s always a cold chill in the air and it always seems as if something’s missing. This was exactly how it was like on my first day, I remember that it had been a bright day, with the nearby kids playing sports, however, while I was searching for my math’s class I felt a cold chill in the air, and not the type you get when you feel you’re being watched or anything, and then everything started to get dark, as if you were falling asleep, but the cold seemed to sip it’s way into the dreamy feeling, making it seem almost… in-human. Then the fear kicked in, as if suddenly everything you have ever experienced, your whole life, was fading in-front of you, as if everything was about to come to a end. I know I wasn’t the only one feeling this, because one of my new friends actually went so far as to commit suicide a few minutes afterwards. Now, I think if I could, I would’ve joined him… but that’s for later, now back to the first day. As I explained, after it’s activation it feels as if something’s disappeared, a more thorough explanation would be as if there’s a gap in your memory. At first I assumed I had simply forgetting something of importance. Anyway, I guess I should further explain the events prior to it but, I believe this would be unneeded, though I will explain a small conversation I had with one of my teachers… If memory serves correctly, the teacher spoke with such experience, and sincerity that it scared me. The conversation was about the embrace of death, but the way the teacher spoke of it made it seem… dark and… cold… he called it ‘the darkness of death’ and to this day, those words have great meaning to me. Now note, if you have not noticed then notice now, I was a bit scratchy on the details of the first day, that would be because I am currently on the 258th day in this school, so, as you can imagine, things aren’t that clear to me, so don’t be surprised if I skip days, weeks, maybe even months, because it either means nothing of interest happened during those days or I simply can’t remember.
to the admins: the family told me to put it here so if it is in the wrong section please move us. anyways, The Writer's family is writing a book, and we're goign to be posting the progress of it characters and ideas here. and one of the things we hve established is that the stories location is in Alendale Academy. oh, and the order of Authours: Demitryx Unsaintly Saint Dmaster DestinyStar Vakh87 (note: this is a prototype list, we are still arranging everything and finding out who's helping and such...)
i've been running screwed up tests with my friends lately , and i thought i might a well post one here, get more answers and come up with better theories... anyways: -------------------------------------------------- If you were told "Life is an endless wasteland" how would you react? oh and on a side note: if you want the other screwed up tests pm and i'll pm them back to you...
Writer's Family As the name says, it's basically a family for people who like to write. rules: 1. Don't diss other people's work, give constructive critism. 2. please don't swear and if you must please censor it. 3. Dont spam! 4. Please mantain a story rating of PG-13 5. If you wish to join please PM me and/or Demi. Note#1: i made this for Demitryx, she was tired at the time and got me to do it. Members: Demitryx - Princess of Eternal Shadow Dmaster - Princely Summoner Destinystar - Angel of Twilight Random Angel - The Poetic Angel Destined - The Prolific Pirate Cupcake - The Mythical Typer VaKh87-The Adventurous Writer tummer73 - (title has not yet been specified) Unsaintly Saint - Musical Typer KHHottie30 - Spiritual Storyteller amythest - organized and rediculously exotic organism (oreo for short) darkcloud - Twilight writer DiveIntoTheHeart - Artsy Writer Rainbow Stoner - The Stoned Writer Thalassa_Shells - Angel's Silent Song Mexony - Pencilwhip K.H.Nut13 - Fan Fiction Warrior DeathSight44 - Moogle emperor of moogliness sillypuddy - The Joy-bringer fairy sister BamaSebastion - (Title not yet specified) Ansem59 - The Paragraph Aniliator! LullabyCaiden - Biographical Writer of Adolescence. Paladin12345678 - Pen of Destiny
BLAME Deathsight44! *points at Deathsigh* he made meh feel evil and i liked-ed it! and this is what happened >D ------------------------- A darkness silently shrouded him, his eyes shining red with hate. He hunched over staring at his white claws, an evil smile crossing his face as he felt a sharp pain rip through his back. He span around his eyes now reflecting the craze that was going inside as he laughed, feeling the hot trickle of his own blood creeping down his hand, staining his white claws. His smile widened as the man who had cut him took a step back in fear, the soldiers eyes filled with shock and fear. Silently Heiro creeped forward, the pain racking his body feeling him with joy and blocking out his senses as the man silently creeped back. He felt a sudden pull at his arm and looked to see a teenage girl clinging to him as if trying to stop him. His smile widened even further as his eyes glinted with bloodlust, silently grabbing he girl and cutting her deeply down the back, licking his blood stained claws in a dark glee. Heiro threw away the girl, his craziness making itself apparent at last as he screamed out in a blood filled scream the blood seeping from his arm wrapping around his body, as he leapt at the man who had cut him, ribbing the soldier's left arm of viciously, a now demonic smile playing on his facial features and he bit the man's lost-arm, throwing it away soon afterwards, his teeth now stained with blood. Heiro continued to creep towards he injured man, his eyes showing an uncaring blood-lust as the man begged for his life, crying out in pain as Heiro slashed at one of his eyes, ribbing it out of it's socket. Heiro's screamed in glee now, the blood once again wrapping itself around him and burning the bleeding soldier. Heiro smiled yet again at the man's face of terror and agony, biting the man deeply in the neck. The man slumped his eyes blank, as the blood-crazed Heiro screamed yet again... two hours later... Dein silently stood there, his eyes blank as his old-friend continued to rip through him, his blood splattering across the ground, covering Heiro's crazed face. Dein continued to stand there, until eventually his eyes sight had completly disaparated, falling to his knees, pain ripping his senses apart. Dein flinshed in pain as he felt deep fangs rip into his arm,the darkness now becoming a hell as he felt his childhood-friend rip him to pieces. Silently before the darkness claimed him he whispered "Heiro... why...?" Cian screamed in fear, his small 5 year old figure running through the now deserted village, fear blocking out his senses as he heard Heiro running behind him. Cian stumbled in fear, spinning around in terror as he watched Heiro slowly creep towards him, fear almost stopping his heart, Cian continued to crawl desperately, as the once kind-figure behind him laughed evily. Tears running down his face as he felt claws grab him, Cian screamed in pain as he felt rather than saw Heiro pulling Cian towards him... ------------------------------- >D i just made my first 100% original character kill my second and third ones... i feel so evil >D and now i remember why i want to be an author... before anyone asks, no that is not a book i am writing (though i might if people tell meh to) and if i do end up writing it that'll be the prologue anyway... oh and if you still don't realise what the point of that was it is: YOU don't make meh feel evil, or i write scary sh*t >D
The Story:The year was 2105, and technolodgyhad developed to a point everyone believed it's limit, however, when a young boy experimented by linking a hollographic game to his computer, a virus managed to hack it and soon the whole world was enveloped inside a warped alternate life. Soon after this the boy was attacked by a group of what was then known as monsters, though now they are called Akuma-Preliator. These creatures are both the ones who supposedly killed the boy and the ones who sealed us in here in the process. These creatures have also revealed to turn into weapons once defeated. That was 5 years ago... and now it has been revealed that the boy lived, and that he and a group of 5 friends actually travelled to the source, eradicating the Akuma-Preliator there and gaining the ability to go in-between the realms, discovering that on the other side the world is a ghost of what it used to be. Recently we also discovered a group of hackers whom have messed with this realm multiple times and mimicked the ability to see the real world... OC slip: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: History: OC slip (hackers): Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: History: Specialties (Hacking): OC slip (the boy and his 5 friends): Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: History: Abilities (note: the ability to go between worlds is a default): Rules: 1. No god modding/Power playing. 2. Only OC's. 3. Maximum of as many characters as you can remember. 4. Only 6 Hackers/the boy's friends, allowed. 5. You must type this in your response to join to guarantee you have read the rules: Akuma-Experimentell 6. Might i ask you not to talk about Vid games? 7. If your oc knows about the boy and isn't one of his friends or been told then i won't accept it (just a warning (Side note: they cannot of previously learned of the boy, they must do so in this rpg.)) 8. If you have any questions i haven't answered in the posts following yet might i ask you to pm them to me? 9. Have fun or i vill kill you:3 Boy and his friends: The boy - Demitryx - Haru Friend #1 - Dmaster - Dein Friend #2 - Demitryx - Karaline Friend #3 - Deathsight44 - Nasu Hackers: Hacker #1 - the darkness grows within - Typhon Hacker #2 - Demitryx - Thirteen Hacker #3 - Deathsight44 - Loki My OC's: Name: Dresh Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: History: He has always been a silent figure, only made worse when he and his family were attacked by Akuma-Preliator. Name: Dein Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: History: Has known the boy for years now, and was one of the first to find him after his supposed death. Abilities: Manipulates fire in his alternate life and can also go in-between the two realms... (Side-Note: i was thinking of writing a book of this instead (hence the five years passing) but i decided i wanted to see how'd it turn out in rp' format first...)
Well, i'm writing this with Demitryx so she gets credit as well. ----------------------------------- Prologue: Lucy… Don’t cry…. I’ll be waiting.†The harsh, cold rain attacked the barren earth… A young girl crouched over a dark human figure, the sharp rain mixing with her warm tears… Before her laid the decimated body of her beloved brother Heiro. Blood trickled out of the open wound, ruby red against the shadowy soil. Yet, still he smiled at his younger sister… “Lucy…†He began reaching up to her face and placing a gentle hand on her cheek “Don’t cry…†He smiled sadly, looking up into his sister’s pale, weeping eyes. “I promise I’ll wait for you in the next life…†Lucy screamed in grief as her brother’s hand slowly dropped from her face, clinging to it, hoping against hope that he wasn’t really dying, that it was all just a dream, that she’d wake up and he’d still be there to tell her it was all just a nightmare… She sat there, staring blankly at her brother’s corpse, her tears splattering on the floor and fusing with her brother blood… After a few long moments she stood up, and tried to remove the sword buried deep inside his chest, collapsing back down to the ground in tears when she realized she couldn’t do it. Their parents ran up to her, shaking her to try to calm her and clinging on to each other. All the while staring in horror at their dead son… 3 years later… Lucy walked through the orchard with the cold autumn breeze blowing through the golden tree branched and sweeping the fallen leaves across her path; slowly she approached her brother’s grave… tears pricked her eyes as she read the words Lucy, don’t cry.’ engraved into her brother’s tombstone. It had always been his favourite saying since they were children. His words came back to her, almost as though brought by the gentle wind… “Lucy, don’t cry. I’ll make sure nothing bad ever happens to you.†Chapter 1: A Second Chance Lucy huddled up under her blankets as the bitter breeze blew against her bare toes. She shivered faintly as the cold reached up her spine. After what seemed an eternity of restlessness, she slowly got up and walked to her icy window. She sighed as she wiped away the mist that had settled on the glass to see the silhouette of a couple together with the moonlight rebounding off the white snow. She watched the two walk off together hand-in-hand and sighed, she felt a warm tear fall down her face and wiped it away… She slowly crept through the soundless house, making sure not to wake her parents. Then she slid out of the door with a ghost-like secrecy, making sure to close it quietly, and set off down the dark street. Lucy sighed forlornly as she noticed a little girl and her older brother walking home. A deep longing glittering in her eyes accompanied the dancing moonlight. As she wordlessly wiped away the glistening tears that had begun to fall, she decided needed to get away from this place. To many memories remained here. More than she could even begin to imagine handling. She walked back to her house without a sound and slipped into her room. She took all the money she had been saving since her childhood, and then silently leaving the house for as long as it was going to take, without so much as a goodbye to her parents… Lucy wrapped her jumper closer to her as she walked along a long, winding and overgrown pathway that people seldom travelled along. She had not bought much along with her, just a small tent and some food. Soon she realized that in this weather she would probably need more. “Just great…†She muttered to herself, sighing heavily as she set up the tent. Afterwards she slowly crawled as far into the tent as she could to try to get some sleep. She lay there for a few hours, her thoughts still mixed up and confused. She silently sobbed, cursing that fateful day. After an hour, or maybe even two, she felt something warm fall on her shoulder; it was a hand. Panic surged through her as she spun around as she sat up and found herself staring into the aquamarine eyes of young man. There was a pleasant smile resting upon his lips. “Hey there, I thought you look cold.†He smiled handing her a soft, warm blanket from his bag. She nodded slowly, and the man gazed at her with a concerned look. ‘You don’t have to be scared of me you know.†He chuckled. “I can’t be all that much older than you, and I really have no idea who you are.†Lucy smiled calmly, the fear dying down, she trusted him for some reason. She cautiously introduced herself, wrapping the cover around her shivering body. “I’m Lucy. And thanks for the blanket by the way...†He smiled at her happily. “I’m Cian and no problem. So where are you heading off to this time of night?†Cian asked, but it was to late. Lucy’s emotional and physical exhaustion had grabbed her and she had already drifted off into a deep slumber. The next morning Lucy awoke before the dew had even had time to settle on the cool, damp grass. Slowly she opened her eyes, still only half awake, as she pushed herself up from the floor once again she saw a young man cutting some firewood in the distance. She heaved a sigh as she got up to begin striking camp. After a few moments she decided to find out more about this mysterious Cian, why had he helped her? Who was he? And was he alone? Those where the very thoughts racing through her mind as she walked over to the man, all she knew of him so far was what she could tell from his appearance. But first impressions could often deceive. The first thing she noticed about him was his age. He was right he couldn’t be too much older than her, 17 or maybe 18? 20 at the most, he couldn’t be any elder than that. The second being how he looked: slim but muscular, beautiful golden hair and shining greenish-blue eyes, his muscles almost visible through his pearly white shirt. And the sheer white contrasted against the deep, dark black of his trousers ------------------------------ Chapter 2 will come when i get off my lazy but and write it...
If i could die a thousand times, i'd do it over and over again... Meet the same people, live the same life, die a different way each time... And if you ever ask me why, i'd ask you why you wouldn't? And if you're still pondering why, then realise i'd die a thousand different ways to make sure you wouldn't. And if you did anyway, i'd defy death a thousand times... to see you again and take you breath away... But if you didn't want to see me again, i think my heart would break... And so, i'll die a thousand different ways to make sure you never forget... I'm your friend and i'll always be here. ---------------------- Something i came up with quikckly. I was sad when i wrote the start of it but i finished this morning. not all that good but it's my first!
Story:The after math of a 300 year war between Angels and Demons resulted in the unification of the surviving races, originally both Angels and Demons were rejected because of the war but eventually that escaped everyone's mind and they slowly re-entered society... After a few more hundred years, the races had fully mixed, now filled with half-breeds as well as normal humans people go about their normal day-to-day lives... Pre-made Races and powers(P.M. me if you think there're any major ones i left out... ): Elves: These are by no means average fairies. These are the Elder Elves. Tall, thin, pale and beautiful ther're powers of healing and protection are unparralled. Before the treaty was signed their greatest enemy was the dwarfs. These creatures are naturally giving Devine Power as a child... Dwarves: Small and bearded. However don't let their apperence fool you, they're axe skills are not only deadly but accurate as well. These small mountain creatures have advanced in Arcanes over fire and stone, able to match Demons in arcanes... Angels: These winged humans are the fairest of the all the creature that roam these lands. However in the recent wars their reputation for being kind and gentle as been some what tarnished by the blood of demons. These Creatures have naturally developed the ability to use Devine power... Demons: Dark and mysterious little is known about these creatures of the night. Branded the exact opposites of angels, only their taste for blood has been sampled during recent years. These creatures are the creators of Arcanes.... Dragons: These winged dinosaurs are rumoured to have come from the war, however they show no sign of this, being rather gentle, unless you enter it's territory, they have the ability to telepathekly talk to it's prey and others. These winged beasts have full control over fire... ShapeShifters: These dark creatures have only recently appeared and are believed to have blood of every race running through them. These creatures have yet to reveal their true form and have not been revealed to have any natural control over Arcanes or Devine powers. These creatures of darkness have been revealed to be able to mimick anything... Humans: The so-called peace-keepers of the realms. They are heading the front of the effort to rebulid the world and return it to it's original, beautiful state. Despite being highly adaptive this specific race has yet to adapt to advanced Arcanes (magic) but has become fully adaptive to Devine power... Vampires: Creatures of the dark, said to feed on human blood, it was recently established that they feed on multiple races besides humans. These creatures specialize in attacks that require blood summonings. Werewolfs: Also beings of darkness, said to also feed on humans, these creatures are said to war with Vampires, and change into a ferocios beast resembling a wolf. These creatures brute force allow them to pull of most attacks without effort... Sealed state(Demon & Angel): A demon and a angel can put themselves into a Sealed state, demons becoming human with only a few slight differences from us and Angels simply hiding their wings, however when a Angel or a Demon breeds with a human the child is born in the sealed state. Some of these children never learn of their true power but then again some do with both devasating and amazing repercussions. A minor result of the sealed state is the inability to use either Devin powers or Arcanes for the rest of the Demons or Angels life, however the child may use their own respective heritage without limitation in both forms... Sealed State(Dragons): Just like Demons and Angels, the Dragons have revealed the ability to seal of their true forms temporarily. Once these creatures have been sealed they are natural humans, however through the use of a dragon stone (The stone in which they seal their true forms) the can temporarily return to thier true form, however, they will never be able to change back. If a Sealed-Dragon should mate with another race the child will be born in a half-sealed state, sprouting their dragon wings at an early age, and also being able to use their father's/mother's Dragon stone to change into a full-dragon temporarily... And that's all i can be bothered adding right now>_< (Note: a) yes, i'm being lazy but that shouldn't affect if you want to join or not>_< b) Elves and Dwarves can't mix, neither can Angel and Demon, with the exception of, if Human blood is the balancer in-between the two...) Rules: 1. No god modding/Power playing (If you do, you die!) 2. Only OC's 3. Maximum of 3 characters. 4. A cross between two races is the maximum unless you have permission to go higher... 5. Don't kill other people's characters without their permission! 6. You can only control your own OC's unless someone gives you the right to control theirs... 7. Have fun! (Or my OC will hunt you down:D) 8. In order to join you must type this in you form: Death is a wasteland of Life. 9. Demitryx is second in command... OC slip: Name: Appearance: Weapon(s): Race(s): Specialty: History: Other: My OC's: Name: Dein Age: 17 Appearance: Sealed: Wears a black coat, black pants and E.T.C. has long brown hair and otherwise normal except that he has pointed teeth and Demonic/Angelic ears... (Basically, they're long and white but they're not actually an ear it's kind of like horns, but they feel like ears and he uses them as ears...) Weapon(s): A large great sword with no guard, it tends to change colour depending on his emotions and soul... Race(s): Angel/Human/Demon Specialty: Swordsmanship History: A normal teenager in most ways, most people hate him because of both his appearance and his heritage... his father was a sealed demon and his mohter was a half angel, giving him the blood of both... Other: He tends to easily make friends despite being extremly quiet, he has issues hiding his feelings because of his sword, One of the only Angel/Demon combinations, he is unable to use either Devine power or Arcane but tends to use them through his sword when the moment calls for it... He has knowledge well over his age and has yet to discover his released state, his ears also twitch whenever someon's either talking about him or thinking about him... Name: Kate Age: 16 Appearance: Weapon(s): Kunai and shuriken. Race(s): Angel/Human Specialty: swords/Devine power. History: She has made it her job to make Dein's life hell ever since she was born, for the fact she hates the fact that he's both an angel and a demon... Other:Hates all those close to Dein and has tried multiple times to kill him... Name: Zach Age: 18 Appearance: Weapon(s): A staff and Arcane book... Race(s): Elf/Demon Specialty: Arcane. History: One of the only Elf crosses in his area most people don't like him and he thought he had a horrible life until he met Dein, who was one of the only Demon/Angel crosses in the country at the time, soon afterwards he became highly protective over Dein and treats him like a little brother... Other:He's Dein's best friend and is more of the leader... ooc: On a side note: the title's a hint that not all Demons are evil, not all Angel's are good, alot of uhmans are almost dead, Elvves aren't always merry or beautiful and dwarves aren't always good guys either...
Story: Millions of years ago, civilization was actually more advance then ours is now, however they destroyed each other, resseting the human race into the stone age, but before that last fatal war, the bond of 8 nations became stronger when they developed a certain chain that connected the heir's souls... However, when the war broke out the Heir's fought eachother regardless of their soul chain, ending with the heir of Rausten killing his love, the heir to Dision. After the war the heir to rausten died, from the pressure the soulc chain was putting on him, however, neither their civilazation, nor our own was destroyed, in fact their civilazation got sealed on the other half of the soul chain, however recently the soul chain was shattered, sending one of 8 chains in every direction, because of this our world is slowly being destroyed, and our civilazation lost... Rules: 1. Only OC's 2. No power playing/ god modding. 3. you can use OC's from other games but you must pm me their original OC slip... 4. The Chains can only be found if your character has achieved the state of being each chain requires... 5. no fighting! 6. olden day weapons are the main weapons since civilazation was lost, so if you want a gun pm and i'll consider it... OC slip: Name: Gender: Age: Appearance: Weapon: Personality: History: Other: Played by: My OC: Name: Dein Gender: Male Age: 16 Appearance: Weapon:A great 2-hand sword, that he normally rests on his shoulder to use Personality: Kind and caring, but not very talkative... History: Born 2 years before civilazation collapsed, now he wants things back the way they were and searches for a way to fix our world... Other: He trained himself how to use a sword while we still had Civilazation... Played by: Dmaster
Author's Note: This based after the fourth installation in the series, however, Nero, Vergil are not main characters although they will be making frequent cameo appearances... Instead this is based off of my own custom DMC chracter Dein (Whom you will learn more off soon enough) and 3 other characters including Dante, if you have a custom character you would like to appear pm me about it and i'll see what i can do:) Oh, and Dante's already killed Sparda's aprentices from he anime (Can't remember their names) oh, and Vergil didn't die as Nelo angel, neither did Mundus die when Dante killed him andthey both continue to fight each other in the Demon Realm>_< Prologue: "Sparda... How much do we know of him? His two sons... their existence was proven by the demon hunter Lady... but of Sparda himself, we know nothing... was he really as good as they say? did he really give his power to seal away the demon realm? the fact i'm here right now proves that this is true... but... did he mean to? could it be he did this trying to get more power? that sealing of the demon world was an acciddent? and if you think me wrong to question this, then what of his aprentices...? he knew of their bloodlust and yet he trained them anyway... luckily Sparda's own son killed them both... but how did they come to be in our world? if Sparda was such a hero, then why'd he leave the other demons alive...? i would like to believe in him as well but..." Blood sprayed everywhere as Vergil continued his onslaught on the prince of darkness. The battle was quickly destroying the demon realm... the son's of Sparda... each having fought Mundus, and each coming out alive, this time would be no different... An explosion sounded as Mundus's attack flew past Vergil... The clash of Vergil's sword against the prince of darknesses's leg sent larg explosions through the air, as Vergil's devil-form stared up at the Prince of Darkness... "Pitiful human..." Mundus started. "This is where your life will end!" "Nothing more than a power-hungry demon..." Vergil stated cooly. Mundus's third eye released a beam of light, which, much to his terror, Vergil managed to dodge coming straight up to his third eye... His sword flashed, and Mundus bent over in pain, Vergil jumping off of his body and sheathing his sword once again. "You see, no matter how much you try" Vergil started. "My father's power, my power, is too great for you!" "I enslaved you once..." Mundus reminded. "And i'll do it again!" The prince of darkness, lunged at Vergil a smile of victory on his face when he noticed Vergil hadn't dodged the blast... An explosion sounded, and as the dust sounded, there stood Dante...His devil trigger activated... "Why are you here?!" Vergil asked surprised. "Well, that's a nice hello for you baby-brother, i guess i can't expect a kiss can i?" Dante taunted happily. "Hmph, if you're here to help..." Vergil started. "Then i suggest you leave..." "What? don't you want your little brother at the party?" Dante taunted jockingly. "Enough of this follishment!" Mundus ordered, shooting two demonic blasts at the two of them... "Seems like someone's chucking a tantraum." Dante stated... Mundus screamed, his pride destroyed not only once but twice... "looks like someone needs a dupper-change" Dante insulted happily. Mundus lunged at the two brothers, completly disregarding his demonic powers... He screamed in pain, as Vergil's sword ripped through his hand, and Dante jumped up on to his arm... "Whatever happened to the prince of darknesse's confidence?" Vergil taunted leaping on Mundu's's other arm as he lunged at him... Mundus screamed in frustration, swinging at Dante, only to have Dante plung his sword into his hand and swing himself up... Vergil leaped on to Mundus's should, his sword un-sheathed... "I told you" Vergil started as he cut straight through Mundus's neck. "My power is too great for you!" Blood showered everwhere as Mundus exploded... An orb falling down where he had been... "What a pretty little crystal" Dante stated walking over to it. "If you wanted something shiny all you had to do is ask." "You fool!" Vergil remarked. "You have no idea of the power of that orb!" Dante jumped back as Vergil slashed at him, picking up the orb... "You really want power, don't you?" Dante asked seriously. "It is our birth-right Dante..." Vergil explained. "the sons of Sparda, the most powerful demon, should we not have the right to his power?" "Haven't we already had this conversation?" Dante asked. "We are the sons of Sparda the demon who sealed away his power to protect the human realm, and we are his sons should we not protect the human realm like our father?" "You just don't get it" Vergil stated, holding up the orb. "The power of Mundus the demon king... it'll complete us, Dante, we will become like our father..." "Our old man, huh?" Dante asked looking at Vergil. "Would he really of wanted that?" "Dante..." Vergil started. "Why is it you don't seek our father's power?" "Haven't i already told you?" Dante asked walking around a bit. "Because he didn't want us to have it!" Vergil smirked, leaping at Dante, Dante grabbed the Rebellion, their blades meeting in mid-air... Vergil Leaped away from his twin-brother, twisting his blade around... Dante shot at Vergil rapidly with Ebony & Ivory, only to have it deflected by Vergil's spinning sword... "Hmph, i see..." Vergil stated, holding the hand that held the orb up, only to show his hand was undergoing a second devil-trigger. "It's power-" Dante hadn't waited for him to finish and had shot at it as soon as he had held it up, leaping into the air and slashing it straight through with the Rebellion... "Now then, where are all the ba-" Dante started, surprised when half of the shattered orb lunged itself into his back... "You fool!" Vergil started unaware that the other half was about to lunge itself into him... ------------------------------------------ Next Chapter: The Necklace of Sparda The result of Sparda's power being sealed...
As the name suggests this is an Fire emblem RPG based off of 'The sacred stones' You don't need to know what Fire Emblem is, since it's sorta a classic game>_< The Story: After the events of Fire Emblem The Sacred Stones, They remade the Stones into Eight crests, and now a new enemy is trying to destroy them, however none of the countries are aware of this yet, and are continuing their day-to-day lives, however the newer enemy has already located and destroyed 2 of the 8 crests and are now hunting for the rest of the crests... Rules: 1. Only OOC characters 2. Must be a rank from Fire Emblem The Sacred Stones. 3. No killing other people's characters without permission from that user. 4. No Ranks above the middle section (Lords, Myrmidons, Monks and e.t.c.) 5.No god modding/Power playing or taking otherpeople's characters without permission. oh, and for those who don't know the Classes for Fire Emblem: Classes (I did not make the faq about the classes>_<) And for the people who don't know the weapons: Weapons oh and i don't know if i got all the countries, so tell me if i didn't OOC slip: Name: Class: Gender: Appearance: Default Weapon (Yes, you get to change it): Bio: History: Country(Unknown/ Jehanna/ Renais/ Grado): My character: Name: Van Class: Myrmidon Gender: Male Appearance: Default Weapon: Killing Edge Bio: The son of Joshua and Natasha., He is calm and understanding. History: Trained by his father in the sword, he has no care for how his parents feel, and is a normal everyday teenager in everyway but the fact he's from the royal bloodline... Country: Jehanna
