Cubix

Darkness and Light

The meal was simple yet Lethonel wouldn't want it in any other way. Sure, the tension in the air was still high due to his father and brother's hostility towards Rida's antics, but it would seem that mother would side with her. He did still smile though, trying to enjoy their family breakfast amidst all the soul flagellations, and the scowls. And, he would have enjoyed it better if it wasn't for a strange ill-feeling building down his trachea which reverberated through his system, causing his right arm to spasm immensely and swipe one of the glass cups. The fragile cup fell to the floor with the prince's cerulean eyes tracking it as if it was falling slowly. As it collided with the floor, the cup was riven in numerous fragments of what it once was.

An ominous, dark feeling surged within Lethonel as he couldn't explain the sudden bout of sadness that overcame his psyche. Immediately, he turned to his family with an apologetic grin. "I'm so, so sorry." Lethonel bowed his head. "I didn't know what came over me..." he suddenly winced at a sudden sharp pain at his index finger-- noticing that a shard had jabbed itself upon his finger, causing a small amount of crimson liquid to flow forth. "I'll just call Jaiden over, yeah?" the prince stood up, abruptly pulling out the shard much to his discomfort before turning to one of his closest friends in the kingdom: his own personal servant-slash-bodyguard-slash-brother-slash-confidant-slash-a lot more. "Jaiden, sorry for the trouble, brother. Can you please clean up the shards? I'll make it up to you soon." the prince requested before clearing his throat.

As soon as the meal was finished, and his father stood up, Lethonel followed suit as he examined the cut on his finger which had began to slowly heal. "Brother Alistair, sister Rida, come. We have a lot to do today, don't we?" Lethonel chuckled, turning to his father. "Father, would it be okay to bring Jaiden as well? He is somewhat important to my overall being. Who would clean up my mess if he wasn't there?" the blonde prince laughed before heading to the main gate alongside his family.

Mains | League of Legends

Leon Kohlberg

@Eklispe@Leolycan@Kiroue

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His eyes figuratively rolled off of a cliff, softly snorting in disdain whilst retrieving the used towels from the mess. "Of course, of course. I don't know about you, but picking a fist fight so that you'll be late is not really the best choice as of the moment, Alex." Leon fixed his apron, and folded the towels neatly in a pile. Leon could only pray to whatever deity deigned to listen that this woman did not misunderstand him (which, probably, she did). Scratch that, she was totally out of his 'nice people' list. If she took it the wrong way, then, it's her problem; and, if she did think of herself as hot (in the physical sense), then, she might need to see an ophthalmologist... or an eye surgeon-- whichever works best. Leon not only felt hot in his head, but also his skin. It seemed as if someone turned on the heater... or someone was the heater. His eyes glided subtly to the woman, eyeing her carefully. Then, and there, he knew that this was not the coffee anymore. Perhaps Global Warming had decided to invade this little café as evidenced when he felt rather extra chilly upon meeting the blue-eyed maiden, and, now, torrid just by being beside this eyeliner-stricken vixen. "Oh, and it's Leo the Lion, madame. Not Hercules." he jested gently before noticing how she was messily cleaning up the table.

Knowing that if she kept it up, her laptop would be the one to suffer the repercussions of a caffeine-injected beverage, Leon hoisted the laptop, and aided in cleaning the table anyway. The sooner she was out of here, the sooner his life will return to normal (if having ghouls back at his apartment was considered normal, that is). After the entire table was spick n' span, Leon straightened his posture, set down the gadget, and reacquired the used towelsfolding them neatly once more. "As per Wi-Hi café policies, valued customers who spill their initial drinks within the establishment will be given a complimentary blueberry, whole wheat muffin." the barista stepped back, tilting the purple-colored visor in a not-so sincere salute. "Thank you and you're welcome." He smiled, putting a much needed emphasis on gratitude since this irate consumer (who brought upon her own destruction; not to mention that she was obnoxiously loud a few minutes ago, and that it was because of her idiocy that caused angry red welts to spawn all over Leon's arm) who was not really taught the proper way to express 'thanks'. "Please, do wait for a while whilst the muffin is being served." You just wanted a free muffin, didn't you, eyeliner witch? Leon thought grimly to himself.

Thus, the barista spun around, and headed to the storage room, dumping the coffee-stained towels into the washer before bounding off towards the counter where he once again met his colleague, Alex. They were not really on the best of terms, but both of them came from unstable backgrounds. Hence, Leon somewhat sympathizes with him. "If you keep scowling like that, you'll chase the customers away." Leon remarked coolly as he placed the muffin into the heater, setting it to 'warm'. "Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm not interested in her, so you don't have to worry about me being a rival or something. It's quite obvious, from the way you looked at her, that you fancy her face or something. Go, and get her tiger." the lad chuckled, handing the blueberry muffin on a plate to Alex. "Go, serve that thing to her. I can't stand her for some reason. It feels like a broiler near that woman."

In the meantime, Leon prepared for his next, daunting task: cleaning the glass doors. Equipping his trusty utility belt at his waist, Leon headed for the café doors, and stepped outside. He held the spray bottle in his right hand, and the squeegee in the other. At least, he was away from that witch whilst he could still steal glances at that blue-eyed maiden under the guise of cleaning the doors. Leon sprayed a bit of the mixture upon the surface before vertically wiping it with the squeegee. However, the reflection of the glass revealed two guys with one of them having a cigarette between his lips. Oh, how Leon hated cigarettes-- the bane of humanity. It appeared that they were headed for the café, though, as evidenced when they actually were a few steps away from the door. "Oh, I'm sorry, sirs," Leon spun around as he addressed the two potential guests. "Smoking's not allowed inside. Although, I can propose that you extinguish that smoke first, then, it's fine." he pointed to the trashcan beside the door with an ashtray on top of it. Or, you stick that cigarette up your ass and spare others the burden of lung cancer, you dimwits.

Darkness and Light

I'll be fixing up a post probably tomorrow :D It'll be awesome to begin to work with the scarred veterans on searching the Deiran.

Mains | League of Legends

Leon Kohlberg

@DFA@Kiroue

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"Fancy something cold in the mornin', I see." Leon grinned, trying his best to not sound like an awkward chicken whilst he adjusted the name tag on the top right of his apron which spelled out 'Leo the Lion'. "That'll be... a white chocolate mocha Frappuccino; and, uhh, the size is a tall... I-I mean grande." the lad stuttered as he punched in the details, sneaking subtle glances at the girl who he had seen somewhere in the university. There are a lot of things impossible in the world, like breathing and swallowing at the same time; but, at this moment, it was also impossible to not notice that she fit the description of beautiful, or rather, alluring. Her cerulean eyes were what captivated him, though. Cold as ice, yet, there seems to be something more beneath the surface. But, oh, he was the barista here, and his job was to serve her drinks-- not ogle at her 'till she calls 911. Besides, Leon needed to get this over with before his cheeks became hotter than they were starting to be. "That'll be $4.25." The order slip ejected as he nimbly tore it off, and extended it to the woman. Leon had heard her name before... Clarisse? Cassandra? Oh, well, that mattered not. He only heard of her because she was one of those rare girls who do play League. Murmurs, rumors, nothing else, though. "Things are pretty chilly all of a sudden. Then again, some mornings are always stranger than others." Leon blurted out before softly instructing his colleagues to prepare the drink.

Then, Leon turned once more to the girl, a softer smile on his face. "Well, I--" A slight disturbance caused Leon to look to the farther side of the café, noticing a woman who was nervously trying to clean up a spilled drink. Spilling drinks wasn't something unusual, per se, but the thing that made the lad raise his brow in wonder was the mere fact that even though steam was furiously rising from the spilled beverage (signifying that it was scalding, by the way), the woman was wiping it without even retracting her hand which was what every normal human being would do. Leon turned to his colleague, instructing him to take the payment as he excused himself from the lady, and grabbed a few towels and tissues en route to the table concerned. "Let me help you with that, ma'am." Leon offered as he draped the towel over the spill, causing a dark brown stain to immediately surface on the towel's threads. However, upon doing so, drops of the coffee just had to fly, causing the barista to recoil from the searing heat. Oh, it wasn't the usual 'hot' coffee... It was... just... burning! "Good lord... how much did they heat this up? A thousand degrees?" he exhaled, wiping the coffee drops from his arms, and the apron.

"You... a'right, ma'am?" Leon looked over to the dark-haired lass who looked like someone he could already cross out from his 'potential friends' list. "I'm... uhh... surprised, though. You don't seem to mind the... uhh... heat." Leon grimaced and furrowed his brows before softly angling his hand with the spare towel, attempting to wipe the spilled beverage from the woman's slender arms. "Wow, you're hot..." Leon immediately shook his head. "I-I m-meant the drink... I'm not even touching your arm yet, but I can already feel the heat..."

Darkness and Light

Just to make things A-Okay-- Jaiden is approved with Lethonel :) And, welcome back, Leslie! Good to have you on here again.

Mains | League of Legends

He wasn't in a good mood. He really wasn't. Not only did he have to cram five papers in one night, but even that damned Lesson Plan was not making his life as a college student that easy. If only; oh, if only his group members were as fond as NOT cramming as Leon was... things would have been far, far better. Now, the sharp shrill of the alarm clock sent him bolting up, causing the books that had slept with him to fly abruptly. The books fell over his head, showering him in a flurry of academic pain. Not only did he have a part time job at the café, but he also had to finish another paper by tomorrow. Nope. This was not the best day for Leon; not at all. In fact, when he did his routine in the bathroom, he slipped on the tiles, and smashed his head against the wall, causing an angry-red welt to spawn from the side of his head. This was not the best day for him; not at all.

Thus, he rushed towards his part-time job, a small café in the heart of the town, and, before the sun could rise, he was already dressed in his usual uniform: a white long-sleeved polo, with the sleeves folded neatly to his elbow, and a red apron tied in front of him. Leon adjusted his glasses as he got to work. The sign had yet to be flipped open, but he could already see his fellow workers filing side by side, getting busy on adjusting those valves, preparing the milk, and whatever stuff they had to do. Still, as he observed the people around him, a question boiled up within Leon: were there others like him? The boy had already discovered his powers a few months ago, and has since kept it under wraps. If he had revealed himself, next thing he would know, he was strapped to a chair with a dissecting tool above his abdomen. He was not really in the mood for that.

One thing is for sure, though. Leon was not the only victim. The interesting question is: who are his kindred, then? And, for another thing, if others do have the powers of some other champions in that single videogame... who knows who would use their powers to start another Runewar? Oh, well... that's far too extreme to even think about, and rightfully so. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as a young woman entered the café, bouncing in what seemed like artificial energy... or lack of it. She panted almost like a dog who had ran for miles, and whatever customer they had had their attentions drawn to this invader. Deciding that nothing good would come out of entertaining such a guest, Leon busied himself with the pastries that were still being placed unto the small glass display. As such, he let one of his colleagues do the entertaining, and when he was done, he noticed that his colleague had given the complete order for free.

"For... free?" Leon muttered to himself as he looked at the girl who had nonchalantly started skipping out of the café. "Dan..." Leon began as he placed his hand on the lad's shoulder. "You do know that's coming out of your paycheck once the boss knows. We don't give stuff for free, you dingdong." the lad could talk freely since Dan was one of the first friends he ever met in Darkwell.

I-I.. d-don't know what happened, Leon..." Dan stuttered as he massaged the temple of his head. "It's like... I g-got drawn to her or something."

"You're a twenty-five year old man. That's pedophilia if I had my way." Leon stole a last glance from the woman. Unless... just unless.... "No. It can't be."

"What was that?" Dan tilted his head in inquiry.

"Nah. Nothing. It's nothing." Leon shook his head. "Just don't do that again." he pulled out a three dollars and fifty cents, putting it into the cash register. It should be nothing.

Mains | League of Legends

I think some have already discovered them, but chose to keep it in secret... Like my character, for example. I don't know, though. I can edit my CS, but the draft post I've made had already stated that he had knew his powers, but kept it under wraps.

Mains | League of Legends

Leon Kohlberg

Leon Kohlberg

"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin

Name: Leon Kohlberg

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is only the beginning."

Mains | League of Legends

If you still need someone on top, then, here's the out-of-meta guy for you.

Hider

Leon Kohlberg

"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin

Name: Leon Kohlberg

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is the only beginning."

A Bleak Storm

I'm quite interested to join. If there's still a spot, I'll be fixing my CS :D