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Tales of Millennium

"But I have caused no such trouble, ponder my words sometime." She could hear his stance change, his demenar even, was he lowering his guard? Please let that be the case, please let that buy her even a second of time.
Her hands began to brush over the passage, the bumps snipping through her gloves. Already she could feel the power humming through her veins before she began to speak.
"I'm sorry."

"He only wishes to find you!" The words spoken with force, she heard the grim appear. A great beast of hellish green features snapping out of the wispy air in front of her hunter. His jaws wide and eyes keen, she grimaced at the sound of her beast snapping his jaws around the male.
She only hoped that did not cause too much damage. But it was the only way for her to think fast. Turning on her heel, her cane outstretched she ran, her legs feeling so heavy she stumbled before carrying one. Why was she so heavy? Her blood began to run cold when the thought clicked. The hunter, the one after her was Omega! "Again I'm sorry!"

"He punishes those who have yet to bleed, due to your chains and never being freed."
The bray of her Dullahan sounded beside her. The mount running at her side, Raven reached for her companion's back, pulling with all her strength to hop onto her back and continue on. If he caught her, she was done for, if he was near her she was done for!

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The droplets of water clicked near her. Breathing heavy, Raven decided it was best to stay where she was, to rest for a moment and move to a new area to patrol. A chase from the police was not enough to discourage her, so long as she stayed away from the gangs again, do smaller jobs, she should be fine.
A light breath escaping her, Raven began to listen. The cars outside, the distant sirens that kept going in circles, the rain. The smell of mold clung to her senses, yet the sound of creaking iron was not something she was having much faith in. Yet just as she was starting to feel safe, she began to hear something new, something above. A bird maybe? No, she would hear the fluttering of wings if it were a bird.....


“Hello, my fine, feathered friend...you’re not getting off that easy…”

Turning on a dime, she began to search for the voice. Her body tensing up, her chest tightening. She knew that voice from somewhere but she couldn't pin point it. And they way he spoke...
He was hunting her.

She was about to run, she was already pressing her weight on the balls of her feet, already trying to feel for a opening, a draft, a cool breeze, something. But the more she tried, the more she realized that he was probably a super, that he may have a plan. Swallowing the lump in her throat she ran her fingers over the slightly closed pages.
"For opposing to someone bringing death to one's face? The one before me seems to be misguided indeed, following blindly like tis once done...."

Hopefully speaking like Raven would buy her some time. Let him ponder her words. Even better if he could buy into the truth that she was just offering.

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The smell of rain hazed through her apartment. A dark space with empty walls, aside from one painting that looked like a mash of black and white blobs of layered paint. The soft sound or a record played through the halls, Goliath laying on her lap. Aurora began to pull out her phone, a sad smile on her lips as she held it to her ears. The familiar voice that shes been paying to listen to, for a few years now. A cheerful voice that did a over the top grand theft auto impersonation.

"Hey, hey hey, you reached the awesome line of Kaite. If your listening, then I'm doing something fun right now and will get back to ya, peace!"
A sigh escaping her, Aurora just listened. Remembering how angry she would get whenever she listened to the voice mail. Now....Now all she can is cling desperately to it. "Hey Sis, its me, the Bino. Anyway....I'm heading out again. Gonna patrol the streets...And...Well, the police may be after me. I know, I know, you got me, it's my rapping, my rapping turned me into a Mafia owner......Watch out for me....?"

Hanging up, she began to listen to the whines of Goliath. Her hands running through his slick fur, the woman gave him a kiss on the head. "Guard the house."

With her words spoken, she began to leave. Pulling a rain coat over her shoulders and walking down the emptying roads. Turning a corner only to listen for the absence of life. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a large leather book, her hand running across her face only to take the Raven, words effortlessly escaping her lips and falling to the wind. "He punishes those who have yet to bleed, due to your chains and never being freed."

Cop

The pouring ran beat down heavily on the wind sheild. A curse escaping him as he reached for the heater. "Damn thing, have to sit here waiting for some bird man"

"Quit complaining."

"I'll complain as much as I want. This was supposed to be my day off..Damn Supers, world would be so much better without em, least mine."

The two began to fall into a uncomfortable silence. The older officer, pen in hand writing a report was the only sound to harmonize with the rain. Fingers grasping at his beard or adjusting his glasses being the only break between the sound. It was quite, not even signs of Omega were seen, who knows, maybe the vigilant was working with someone else?
Yet like a clap of thunder, the screech of a motorcycle speeding past him broke their silence. A strange cry echoing through his very mind, grasping his attention with a unrelenting fist till he began to hear gun shots, his partner reaching the speaker before he could blink.

Raven

Turning a cornor with the screams of Dullahan. Raven drew her cane. The weight of familiarity hummed between her fingers. The shouts of a mugging sounding clear as a bell. A man, older then her, held at gun point by another. Without another thought she allowed the Dullahan to show it's true form, the headless horse rearing at the end of a alleyway causing the familiar click of a gun to be sent her way.
"Leave him"

Gun shots rang out, Raven acting on instinct grabbed the thick neck of Dullahan, swinging her body to his other side and using the unflinching beast as a bullet was eaten by it's midnight coat. A bray escaping it that caused chills to run down her own spine before the beast took off. Her cane smashing the shooter's skull on it's way through causing him to fall unconscious. The victim trembling on the ground began to whimper, causing her to shake her head. "Are you alright?"

"Ye-yeah...yeah I'm okay just please...please don't kill me...." Again the words hurt. She grants fear to those around her yet she still offered a kind smile, one that was nothing but reassurance. "I will not hurt you, stay put, police will show up soon."

As if she summed them herself, the sounds of sirens began to follow behind her. Without another words she had Dullahan hide again, racing the motorcycle away from the scene only to hear someone scream for them to follow her. "Guess we're running.....Fine a place to hide."
In answer the beast turned, her head ducking low to avoid anything in their way as the mount took her into the abandoned streets. The sound of broken glass and muggy smells giving her the idea that the place is abandoned. "Disperse my friend." Her feet landing lightly, she began to tap around the remains of a building, the creaking irons and shifting glass making her uneasy till she began to crouch behind a crate of some kind.

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Aurora Lorell

Name:Aurora Lorell

Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."

Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.

Appearance:

Hider

Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.

Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.

Mask

Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.

Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.

Equipment: Book of tales.

Hider

Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.

Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.

Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.

Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.

yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.

Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.

Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.

That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.

At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.

Theme outside of battle:
battle theme:

Extra:

Beauty in Shadow

A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities.

Tales of Millennium

Tales of Millennium

Millennium, a dusty jewel that once sparkled in coast. With tall buildings and kind people, some believed it to be the next utopia. Only for the economy to crash like crumbling glass. The streets becoming harsher, more grim. With humans faces growing hard, and their eyes turning dark.
Creating a living for ones self became more and more difficult. Some thrived, staying in the centre in grand apartments and happy lives. While others had to scrounge in the trash, finding that the only way to continue to provide for ones self, is to hunt the weak and take advantage of anything legal or not.

And with the rise of crime becoming apparent. So did the rise of heroes. Humans with powerful abilities. The city taking to people like Captain Powerhouse and Wicked Wonder. Only to turn a blind eye to the vigilantes. The ones who work behind the scenes, the ones who will think no task to small for their hand. And yet, many are hunted by the police, often mistaken to be seen as a threat. For even when the greatest protection was given by supers, they were still looked upon with fear and disdain.

Aurora

The air was damp with ended rain, a cooling mist that clung to one's cloths, seeping to their bones. Men and women of all kinds, hurrying their footsteps to escape the second shower that the clouds, pregnant with rain, foretold. The streets still busy with traffic, the honking horns and angry shots of others only adding to the far away sound of thunder.

Clutching her bag with a pale hand. A young woman stood near a news station, head tilted down and breathing soft. Her ethereal hair dampened, taking a shine of silver. Bundled in a thick coat of reds and violets, a rottweiler standing dutiful at her side, his eyes keen, taking the place of the closed lids from his master.
Few standing near her, she allowed a sigh to escape her lips. The red vested dog looking worried for his master, feeling the uneasiness at the words that echoed across the streets.

"This just in, another sighting of the mysterious super wearing a bird skull has been captured last night. The super has been seen in Burak street, near multiple gang related areas. Police are investigating but fear that the unknown super being a criminal is still at large. If you see this person then do not approach, he or she is seen to be extremely dangerous as we do not know their ability. Back to you rob"

The mumbling of others began to take over. A rouge super, someone to be seen as extremely dangerous. The words stung like a pin prick in her index finger, she was simply trying to help, to ease the suffering that others have to face, so that they would never have to face their horrors alone.
Sadly, normal humans would never understand, least not all of them. She was told that Raven Tale's appearance was rather intimidating, menacing in fact. Still, it was a stark difference from what she was, so she will remain that way. "Let go home boy." The dog at her side rose it's head. Leading her dutifully down the streets, the faint sheet of rain began to fall upon her back, causing their strides to quicken. The feint growl or snort telling her when to stop, or if the road was clear for her.

There was a saying the often found her ears. How those with a wicked mind would prowl more often during a night with rain. All the more reason to done her mask tonight and keep the streets safe. Even if the police believe she is not one of them.

The Dead and the Dying

Even if I kill any horses, they can find more, its a farm area. Trust me, almost everyone has at least one horse in our front yard. Also, I am so sorry I been gone so long. My own paint mare's teeth are overgrown and I need to get money to float them. So I been working two jobs and trying to find a third to get this done and have almost no extra time.

I will be working the moment I get this done, I promise.

Pokemon - Epic Journey!

I am indeed interested, is the rarity of pokemon you get determined by dice?

Dr. Nidhogg's Academy of Dragonology

The excited whispers of fellow students, the air heavy with knowledge, baited breath warmed by the grand creatures that shook the ground with each step. Their claws dancing across the stone, glistening in ebony and ivory. They were beasts that Ariana gazed upon with unspoken words as the sun was blocked by vibrant colors of leathery wings. Sheer awe, silver eyes transfixed at this land that played before her, like a song that shall never be quelled.

It almost seemed like a disgrace, as though she were disrespecting these legends by not standing here on her own two feet. Still, she carried her head as high as those around her, trying not to be shaken by the seer power that have lived her years by a thousand fold. Her bags hanging behind her, weighing heavily on the bars that groaned in protest, the wheels of her chair sounding like the snapping of wire on a trash cane in comparison to the mighty heart beat that thumped against her ears.

"Stead fast child"
The words were like the raspy sound of creaking rusted iron. Brushing against her mind in a gentle wave that held no threat, yet demanded respect, that would not tolerate anything less. The raw power underneath such a voice caused Ariana's very soul to try and crack. "Y-yes?"
"I have sent for you long ago, what took you? I thought humans were in need of all the time they could gather."

The red head turned her gaze. Breath caught in her throat to finally be looking in the golden gaze of a beast that had seen generations rise and fall. Horns that were wider then herself, with scales of glistening ebony and patches of bronze, he reminded her of a warrior that the gods themselves would knight. Glistening jewels were his scales, they were dull, yet somehow shown so brilliantly that diamonds would forever be rocks in Ariana's mind.
"Well...you see I was faced with some stairs, I, I couldn't find my way around them for a while..."

"I heard enough excuses child. You will learn this place, and you will learn it fast. Do not allow yourself to be left in your peer's wake. Now, follow."
With his half growled words that held her mind captive. The lore began to move. His steps holding power unimaginable, yet with each click of the massive claws, not even the water that resided in one's cup would be stirred. Ariana, having no choice but to follow, stayed close behind, the waving of his tail reminding her of a grandfather clock the way it ticked back and forth with the end being decorated in talons.

Taking her through the halls, down ramps and past the judging gazes of her fellow students. Ariana was finally led to a room of white and blue tile. The color almost blinding her, Ariana looked up at her guide only for him to look irritated at her hesitation. "Go"

Quickly she nodded, read mane floating about her form before grabbing her wheels and making her way in. "Thank you.." But she gained no response, he was already leaving. Odd, he reminded her of a stubborn old book that refused to open because the pages fused together.
Looking around, the red head took a sigh. There were others here, others her own age. "Its quite nice to see humans. So? Anyone want to tell me if I'm dreaming or not?"

Rolling her chair, she moved it to a corner, silver eyes looking at each and every one that came and went. Trying to remember their faces, the way the breathed and moved. Even the birds that the blond had carefully looked after for a moment. "Name's Ariana"

Dr. Nidhogg's Academy of Dragonology

Ariana Jenson

Name: Ariana Jenson
Age: 24
Gender: female
Physical Appearance:

Hider

In-Depth Appearance: Ariana is a beautiful girl, her eyes a piercing silver that shows intelligence and a kindness. Her face is always framed by a mane of curly fire red hair that reaches to her waist, almost as if it wants to swallow her whole unless she ties it back. Her face is dotted in a light brush of freckles that add to her very slightly tanned skin. Her upper body is toned from hours of working out, while her fingers always show a light tinge of random colors from her making art.

Personality: A carefree person who tries to live life to the fullest. Determined to do things on her own, she tends to get into situations that are over her head. Extremely creative and friendly, she just wants to keep up with those around her with anything she tries. Just be careful, disrespect her or put her down for the chair, will grant you a first class ticket to a unworldly temper.

Hobbies: Art, wood burning, painting and ceramics. She was in theatre as a dancer and has a great voice for musicals. she works out a lot to keep her upper body in top shape.

Extra: She's in a wheel chair due to being in a car accident with a drunk driver, ending her future as a theatre dancer.