Post by nortamrican on Feb 1, 2013 19:43:00 GMT -5
This is an intro to my two characters. Here they are:
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Enjoy!
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A hole was torn in the fabric of the multiverse, and an imposing figure in glowing silver and blue plate armor stumbled into Void City’s back alleys. He carried a sword nearly as long as he was tall, wreathed in white and blue flame. Then the flames were spontaneously extinguished. The figure’s armor was webbed with a multitude of glowing cracks. In seconds the cracks widened and deepened, luminescent white smoke spilling from them. Then the armor shattered, and the rift closed.
Millions of fragments of silvery metal fell, and dissolved into smoke and light before they touched the ground. The figure fell to his knees and took a staggering breath, white smoking steaming from his skin. Now significantly less imposing the figure materialized as a teenage boy, with copper hair of a militaristic cut, dressed in a gray polo shirt and blue jeans. But he was not normal looking. His eyes glowed behind his glasses for a moment, then faded and resolved into a set of eyes with irises the color of burnished sterling. An eight pointed star glowed on his forehead a moment longer, then faded and became indistinguishable from his skin.
Inhaling again, he looked around and noticed that his erstwhile companions were no longer nearby. He put a hand to the earpiece communicator he wore in his left ear and shouted “Yakaria! Arojin! Jamison!” Static was his only response. ‘Damn.’ He thought. Unlike his verbal outburst, this thought was received and responded to, as the presence at the back of his mind asserted itself. ~The Apostle must have shifted us here from the battle!~ Kamali, the Spirit Being known as a Grai’Val that inhabited the teen’s mind exuded a feeling of deep frustration that the boy emulated.
‘That coward sent us out of the battle rather than fight us! That’s what that black tear was!’ The teenager seethed in his mind. ~Peace.~ Kamali said in his thoughts, and a feeling of calm wrapped the boy like a blanket. ~Keiron, What’s important right now is this: we’ve expended a massive amount of Soul Energy. It’ll be weeks before were able to go into Warform again. We need to find out where we are, find shelter and then find a way home. I’d recommend finding someone else who can help us recover energy and make a portal back to Earth Prime.~
‘Sounds good.’ Keiron took stock of his surroundings for the first time. He seemed to be in some kind of back alleyway. ~Wherever we are, it seems to be the less reputable area thereof.~ Keiron agreed readily. It was a moonless night, but he had unusually good night vision and so the otherwise dark night was only mildly dim. The ground of the alley was wet from a recent rainfall and strewn with assorted refuse, the walls of the buildings graffiti covered. Keiron smiled at this, thinking that he knew a few people back home that would have gone insane over such vandalism, particularly the more vulgar variety of spray paint tags.
A man leaned against a nearby wall, leisurely drawing on a cigarette. If Keiron was more street smart he would have known to avoid anyone out in an alley in the dead of night, but having lived a (somewhat) sheltered life in his hometown, he didn’t have that basic survival awareness. Keiron walked toward the man and called out, “Hey, ‘scuse me, could you happen to tell me where I am?” The man turned his head to face Keiron, and only then did he notice the man’s black eye, scars and missing teeth, along with the bloodstains on his shirt and jacket. The man called out to the shadows with a terrifying tooth missing grin “Hey boys, we got another one!” the man began stalking towards him, and several other hulking figures moved out of the darkness and followed him forward.
“He don’t look so tough!” one of the thugs bantered to the rest. “That’s what you said about the chick and the furry! Look where that got us!” another shouted back. “Yeah, now the boss is dead and I’m feeling mighty itchy to make sure he’s not alone tonight!” the first yelled back. Metal glinted in the starlight, declaring the men were armed.
A pit opened in the bottom of Keiron’s stomach. ‘Well that’s fantastic. I assume they don’t want to give us directions.’ ~Tactical analysis; we can’t fight them with spirit blasts parched as we are, fighting hand to hand is out as we’re outnumbered and they’re armed, and fleeing is foolish as the ground is slippery and they doubtlessly know the area.~ Keiron thought back at him, ‘What do you recommend then?’ The Grai’Val was contemplative for a moment, then answered. ~ As we are now, I would convince them that combat is not in their best interest. As I told a previous host a long time ago, ‘Make yourself appear strong where you are weak and weak where you are strong.’~ The Grai’Val would be grinning if he had a face. Keiron smirked. ‘Alright then Sun Tzu, take the wheel’.
~Gladly.~ Keiron closed his eyes and inhaled, consciously surrendering control of his body to Kamali. He felt the spirit take hold, and his eyes opened without him opening them. Now he was a spectator in his own body, in the same position the Grai’Val usually was. He could still feel his limbs, but they weren’t under his control. Their combined Soul Energy coursed through his body as Kamali raised his hands, palms facing the thugs. Keiron knew what they would see; his eyes would light up and begin to smoke, a glowing eight pointed star appearing on his forehead and on each palm. He knew that they would be surprised.
Then Kamali spoke. His voice sounded like Keiron’s. Sort of. It sounded like eight of Keiron were speaking at different pitches through a reverberating microphone. He spoke one word."Run." The men were all too quick to comply, screaming and fleeing like the very Angel of Death himself were after them. Keiron could feel Kamali’s mirth as control was returned to him. ~ Did you see their faces? One of them lost control of his bladder! They bolted like rabbits!~ His laughter filled Keiron's mind. ‘For a ten thousand year old spirit warrior, you have a very immature sense of humor.’ Keiron smiled. The sun began to rise over the city skyline as he walked out of the alley way and onto one of the city’s main roads. Now all they had to do was figure out where they were and find a way home.
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And
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Enjoy!
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A hole was torn in the fabric of the multiverse, and an imposing figure in glowing silver and blue plate armor stumbled into Void City’s back alleys. He carried a sword nearly as long as he was tall, wreathed in white and blue flame. Then the flames were spontaneously extinguished. The figure’s armor was webbed with a multitude of glowing cracks. In seconds the cracks widened and deepened, luminescent white smoke spilling from them. Then the armor shattered, and the rift closed.
Millions of fragments of silvery metal fell, and dissolved into smoke and light before they touched the ground. The figure fell to his knees and took a staggering breath, white smoking steaming from his skin. Now significantly less imposing the figure materialized as a teenage boy, with copper hair of a militaristic cut, dressed in a gray polo shirt and blue jeans. But he was not normal looking. His eyes glowed behind his glasses for a moment, then faded and resolved into a set of eyes with irises the color of burnished sterling. An eight pointed star glowed on his forehead a moment longer, then faded and became indistinguishable from his skin.
Inhaling again, he looked around and noticed that his erstwhile companions were no longer nearby. He put a hand to the earpiece communicator he wore in his left ear and shouted “Yakaria! Arojin! Jamison!” Static was his only response. ‘Damn.’ He thought. Unlike his verbal outburst, this thought was received and responded to, as the presence at the back of his mind asserted itself. ~The Apostle must have shifted us here from the battle!~ Kamali, the Spirit Being known as a Grai’Val that inhabited the teen’s mind exuded a feeling of deep frustration that the boy emulated.
‘That coward sent us out of the battle rather than fight us! That’s what that black tear was!’ The teenager seethed in his mind. ~Peace.~ Kamali said in his thoughts, and a feeling of calm wrapped the boy like a blanket. ~Keiron, What’s important right now is this: we’ve expended a massive amount of Soul Energy. It’ll be weeks before were able to go into Warform again. We need to find out where we are, find shelter and then find a way home. I’d recommend finding someone else who can help us recover energy and make a portal back to Earth Prime.~
‘Sounds good.’ Keiron took stock of his surroundings for the first time. He seemed to be in some kind of back alleyway. ~Wherever we are, it seems to be the less reputable area thereof.~ Keiron agreed readily. It was a moonless night, but he had unusually good night vision and so the otherwise dark night was only mildly dim. The ground of the alley was wet from a recent rainfall and strewn with assorted refuse, the walls of the buildings graffiti covered. Keiron smiled at this, thinking that he knew a few people back home that would have gone insane over such vandalism, particularly the more vulgar variety of spray paint tags.
A man leaned against a nearby wall, leisurely drawing on a cigarette. If Keiron was more street smart he would have known to avoid anyone out in an alley in the dead of night, but having lived a (somewhat) sheltered life in his hometown, he didn’t have that basic survival awareness. Keiron walked toward the man and called out, “Hey, ‘scuse me, could you happen to tell me where I am?” The man turned his head to face Keiron, and only then did he notice the man’s black eye, scars and missing teeth, along with the bloodstains on his shirt and jacket. The man called out to the shadows with a terrifying tooth missing grin “Hey boys, we got another one!” the man began stalking towards him, and several other hulking figures moved out of the darkness and followed him forward.
“He don’t look so tough!” one of the thugs bantered to the rest. “That’s what you said about the chick and the furry! Look where that got us!” another shouted back. “Yeah, now the boss is dead and I’m feeling mighty itchy to make sure he’s not alone tonight!” the first yelled back. Metal glinted in the starlight, declaring the men were armed.
A pit opened in the bottom of Keiron’s stomach. ‘Well that’s fantastic. I assume they don’t want to give us directions.’ ~Tactical analysis; we can’t fight them with spirit blasts parched as we are, fighting hand to hand is out as we’re outnumbered and they’re armed, and fleeing is foolish as the ground is slippery and they doubtlessly know the area.~ Keiron thought back at him, ‘What do you recommend then?’ The Grai’Val was contemplative for a moment, then answered. ~ As we are now, I would convince them that combat is not in their best interest. As I told a previous host a long time ago, ‘Make yourself appear strong where you are weak and weak where you are strong.’~ The Grai’Val would be grinning if he had a face. Keiron smirked. ‘Alright then Sun Tzu, take the wheel’.
~Gladly.~ Keiron closed his eyes and inhaled, consciously surrendering control of his body to Kamali. He felt the spirit take hold, and his eyes opened without him opening them. Now he was a spectator in his own body, in the same position the Grai’Val usually was. He could still feel his limbs, but they weren’t under his control. Their combined Soul Energy coursed through his body as Kamali raised his hands, palms facing the thugs. Keiron knew what they would see; his eyes would light up and begin to smoke, a glowing eight pointed star appearing on his forehead and on each palm. He knew that they would be surprised.
Then Kamali spoke. His voice sounded like Keiron’s. Sort of. It sounded like eight of Keiron were speaking at different pitches through a reverberating microphone. He spoke one word."Run." The men were all too quick to comply, screaming and fleeing like the very Angel of Death himself were after them. Keiron could feel Kamali’s mirth as control was returned to him. ~ Did you see their faces? One of them lost control of his bladder! They bolted like rabbits!~ His laughter filled Keiron's mind. ‘For a ten thousand year old spirit warrior, you have a very immature sense of humor.’ Keiron smiled. The sun began to rise over the city skyline as he walked out of the alley way and onto one of the city’s main roads. Now all they had to do was figure out where they were and find a way home.
