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The Gifted: Hunters

Avis Kerch

Avis Kerch, 'Eyes'

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Age
Twenty-four

Eye Colors
Left Eye and Right Eye

Personality
Soft-spoken, calm, and timid as a member of the Wardens, there's nothing more that Avis hates than conflict and fighting. He prefers to take the peaceful way out, especially with hunting down the rogue Gifted individuals. Unlike his counterparts, Avis always gives his enemies a choice to surrender peacefully or to be taken by violence. While frowned upon as a weakness, Avis' distaste for violence and drawn-out fights serves as an advantage because he never fools around, and instantly goes for the final blow when given the chance. The young lad relies more on strategy more than his emotions, but when overtaken by these feelings, he is unable to fully control them.

Avis is unbelievably cool and composed regardless of any situation, even if he is caught being a pervert which is his not-so-hidden flaw. He leers at women, blatantly imagining them without the clothes that they are wearing, a daydream that is often discovered when he glares at a girl with a stupid smirk on his face. Still, even if he seems aloof, Avis is always a great companion for anyone since he is always curious and inquisitive of other people, allowing and encouraging them to tell him their stories as he drinks his favorite cup of tea and listens. If there is something constant with Avis, it's how he never says anything bad about others, and will always put his colleagues in a brighter light.

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Abilities

Type 1 - Sensory Override
Avis' ability is his Sensory Override. Every person within his visual area (or, any person in his sights) can either be wracked with debilitating pain or have their senses numb and shut down. For this to work, the person needs to be visible, and not be covered by debris or walls. The first half of this ability is the Pain Wrack, which causes Avis' gaze to activate his victim's pain receptors to extreme and hypersensitive levels, causing even the winds blowing around him or her to be very painful. The other half is Numbing, which causes the victims' senses to slowly be shut down. At the very basic exposure, the victim will be unable to feel pain or anything until he or she will lose all senses like sight and hearing. Avis' yellow eye will glow when he is using Pain Wrack. On the other hand, his green eye will be the one glowing if he is using the Numbing.

It should be noted that Avis can only use one configuration at a time, and the ability will only stay in effect as long as Avis does not close his eyes (this includes blinking). If Avis closes his eyes, the effects will wear off and there is a five second interval before he can use his ability again.

Bio
Joining the Wardens willingly was not a hard task for someone whose father was killed by rogue and irresponsible 'Gifteds'. The burly store clerk down at the convenience store beside the church was just manning his overtime post when a rampaging pyromaniac reduced him to ashes, and took half of the store supplies with him. Police say it was an arsonist, some say it was divine intervention. But, one thing was clear, the specific and charred remains of his father was not the work of any lousy arsonist-- it was deliberate and planned. After all, the only charred thing in the store was the ashen remains, and the floor he stood on. It would seem that the fire only devoured the body, and not the surroundings.

However, Avis' story was not the story of finding vengeance for his father. No, in fact, Avis was quite happy that the old bloke was dead because the drunkard son of a bitch was just getting tired of molesting his older brother, and was planning on doing the same to him. So, when he and his brother got the news that their old man was immolated, they did a little victory dance and would have gladly sat on his ashes if the police hadn't stowed away the remains. So, orphaned, the brothers began working in two different places: Avis in the soup kitchen while Art in the metal machineries factory. They grew up together, and were ready to forget the past and start their own business when he got to the age of fifteen when, suddenly, Avis received reports of a crazed arsonist in the metal factory that his brother was working in.

Struck with panic, Avis rushed out of the soup kitchen and bolted for the factory with tears streaming out of his eyes. The arsonist was burning down the place, and none of the workers inside had gotten out so far. So, while the police were busy shouting orders into radios and standing outside of the factory, Avis breached and searched for his brother. What he found though was horrifying. The workers were slowly getting burned, and while Avis was contented with just hiding behind a pillar whilst the arsonist set off on searing off the workers' feet, he couldn't stand it anymore and screamed for the man to stop when he heard his brother's pained cries.

As his eyes set on his injured brother whose legs had been reduced to ashes, a nauseous yet furious feeling surged within the teen. And, without him really doing anything, the man who he could only see (as if his vision tunneled) began to writhe about as if the very clothes he wore caused him pain. His skin began to redden as his body was clearly delirious, and his screams, oh, were they loud. The man started to launch haphazard bolts of flames, causing a series of fires to start at the walls. The police came in time, and took the injured ones away all except for Avis and the pyromaniac. Specialized individuals came and picked them up, separated them, and interrogated Avis to no end.

As it stood, they thought Avis was the pyromaniac but as they discovered his abilities, they opted to try to recruit the all too willing teenager into their ranks, training him and indoctrinating him with their teachings. Avis willingly accepted their teachings, believing that this job was a good deterrent for those who would try to use their powers for evil. And, besides, it was a good pay to sustain his brother's treatment at the hospital. When Avis turned eighteen, he was officially put on a team under Sergeant Thorne, where he proved to be an efficient member. For the next few years, he had actively served under Thorne's group, functioning as the team's suppression specialist when a certain rogue gifted is becoming too unstable.

It is unclear whether Avis is acting on his own beliefs, or whether he was completely washed with the Wardens' teachings. But, one thing was for sure, he does his missions with utmost surety. While not as efficient as other agents, he has proved his worth to Thorne over and over again.

Post Example

Post Example

"Going in, Sarge." Avis reported on the radio before hopping out of the black van. Why he was deployed last was beyond Avis, but his duty was not to complain, but to just... do. Straightening his coat and boots, Avis jogged over to the known location of the trapped criminal gifted, a lightning type who kept blasting their agents with bolts of death. Crazed gifteds like this one was not unheard of; honestly, Avis would know that they were facing a lunatic when he was already being deployed to bring an end to the madness. There are two types of targets: you've got those who come quiety, and, usually, you've got a good number of them who would often fight back and try to escape.

Oh, and it was Avis' job to shut the latter types down.

Angry pyromaniac who's got the boys pinned down? Send in Avis to shut him up. Crazed psychopath who keeps using telekinesis to drop trucks over the agents? Avis got it in the bag. The young lad had gotten particularly good at his job, and he's got Thorne to thank for that. The older agent was skilled, he'd give him that, and he offered sensible tips. It was always important to never hesitate in this kind of job, and it was Thorne who made Avis realize that. So, as the young man strode towards the lunatic whose fingers crackled with lightning, Avis knew that this was one of those types wherein he could never hesitate once he made the decision.

It was either him or them.

A stray bolt of lightning crashed towards Avis as the young man tumbled out of the way. The lunatic's screams echoed in the hollow building as the other agents hid behind barrels and other walls. The man screamed about not being taken alive, and that, if he wasn't left alone, he would bring down the entire structure. The man was just disturbed... frightened. It was normal for a lot of them, and Avis knew the feeling of that fear. They just had to be dealt with calmly.

Avis stood up from his hiding place, facing down the lunatic: a young, bald shirtless man whose eyes were ringed by dark circles. His ribs pressed against his skin as the young Avis could only shake his head in regret. "Sir, please stand down." Avis called out, a mistake in Thorne's book. "We can do this the easy way. Just, please, calm down."

"N-No!" the man screamed, pointing his finger at Avis. "You're just here to abuse and take me! I won't let you!" Instantly, a bolt of lightning soared towards Avis who stepped to the side to avoid it, causing the projectile to hit the forklift near the entrance, blasting the vehicle sky-high.

"Hard way, then. Everyone keep your heads down." Avis mumbled, closing his eyes before opening them as he glared at the man. His left eye glowed yellow as the lunatic began to thrash wildly, his mouth frothing as hellish pains wracked his system. The man twitched on the ground, his body bending to grotesque forms as his mind began to black out due to the pain. A wild streak of saliva ejected from his lips as his entire consciousness shut down due to being overloaded with such agonies. The man's eyes closed as he stopped moving altogether, and at the same time, Avis closed his eyes to moisten them. "Tango down." At this, the agents came out of their hiding spots, and bound the man.

Avis pressed his earpiece, enabling the voice receiver. "Thorne, Eyes reporting in." Avis groaned, rubbing his eyes in discomfort. "We've got the man secured. Bringing the Type 2 in. Over."

Other

Eye Drops - Avis carries around a vial of eyedrops which he uses to soothe his eyes since his ability can wear out his vision from prolonged use.
Taurus Judge - In the event that he needs to defend himself, Avis carries with him a small firearm known as the Taurus Judge. He carries ten .45 Colt rounds alongside the five already chambered in the handgun. Thus, he can reload up to two times.

Theme Song:

The Gifted: Hunters

Really interested in this RP :) I hope this one meets your standards :D

Avis Kerch

Avis Kerch, 'Eyes'

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Age
Twenty-four

Eye Colors
Left Eye and Right Eye

Personality
Soft-spoken, calm, and timid as a member of the Wardens, there's nothing more that Avis hates than conflict and fighting. He prefers to take the peaceful way out, especially with hunting down the rogue Gifted individuals. Unlike his counterparts, Avis always gives his enemies a choice to surrender peacefully or to be taken by violence. While frowned upon as a weakness, Avis' distaste for violence and drawn-out fights serves as an advantage because he never fools around, and instantly goes for the final blow when given the chance. The young lad relies more on strategy more than his emotions, but when overtaken by these feelings, he is unable to fully control them.

Avis is unbelievably cool and composed regardless of any situation, even if he is caught being a pervert which is his not-so-hidden flaw. He leers at women, blatantly imagining them without the clothes that they are wearing, a daydream that is often discovered when he glares at a girl with a stupid smirk on his face. Still, even if he seems aloof, Avis is always a great companion for anyone since he is always curious and inquisitive of other people, allowing and encouraging them to tell him their stories as he drinks his favorite cup of tea and listens. If there is something constant with Avis, it's how he never says anything bad about others, and will always put his colleagues in a brighter light.

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Abilities

Type 1 - Sensory Override
Avis' ability is his Sensory Override. Every person within his visual area (or, any person in his sights) can either be wracked with debilitating pain or have their senses numb and shut down. For this to work, the person needs to be visible, and not be covered by debris or walls. The first half of this ability is the Pain Wrack, which causes Avis' gaze to activate his victim's pain receptors to extreme and hypersensitive levels, causing even the winds blowing around him or her to be very painful. The other half is Numbing, which causes the victims' senses to slowly be shut down. At the very basic exposure, the victim will be unable to feel pain or anything until he or she will lose all senses like sight and hearing. Avis' yellow eye will glow when he is using Pain Wrack. On the other hand, his green eye will be the one glowing if he is using the Numbing.

It should be noted that Avis can only use one configuration at a time, and the ability will only stay in effect as long as Avis does not close his eyes (this includes blinking). If Avis closes his eyes, the effects will wear off and there is a five second interval before he can use his ability again.

Bio
Joining the Wardens willingly was not a hard task for someone whose father was killed by rogue and irresponsible 'Gifteds'. The burly store clerk down at the convenience store beside the church was just manning his overtime post when a rampaging pyromaniac reduced him to ashes, and took half of the store supplies with him. Police say it was an arsonist, some say it was divine intervention. But, one thing was clear, the specific and charred remains of his father was not the work of any lousy arsonist-- it was deliberate and planned. After all, the only charred thing in the store was the ashen remains, and the floor he stood on. It would seem that the fire only devoured the body, and not the surroundings.

However, Avis' story was not the story of finding vengeance for his father. No, in fact, Avis was quite happy that the old bloke was dead because the drunkard son of a bitch was just getting tired of molesting his older brother, and was planning on doing the same to him. So, when he and his brother got the news that their old man was immolated, they did a little victory dance and would have gladly sat on his ashes if the police hadn't stowed away the remains. So, orphaned, the brothers began working in two different places: Avis in the soup kitchen while Art in the metal machineries factory. They grew up together, and were ready to forget the past and start their own business when he got to the age of fifteen when, suddenly, Avis received reports of a crazed arsonist in the metal factory that his brother was working in.

Struck with panic, Avis rushed out of the soup kitchen and bolted for the factory with tears streaming out of his eyes. The arsonist was burning down the place, and none of the workers inside had gotten out so far. So, while the police were busy shouting orders into radios and standing outside of the factory, Avis breached and searched for his brother. What he found though was horrifying. The workers were slowly getting burned, and while Avis was contented with just hiding behind a pillar whilst the arsonist set off on searing off the workers' feet, he couldn't stand it anymore and screamed for the man to stop when he heard his brother's pained cries.

As his eyes set on his injured brother whose legs had been reduced to ashes, a nauseous yet furious feeling surged within the teen. And, without him really doing anything, the man who he could only see (as if his vision tunneled) began to writhe about as if the very clothes he wore caused him pain. His skin began to redden as his body was clearly delirious, and his screams, oh, were they loud. The man started to launch haphazard bolts of flames, causing a series of fires to start at the walls. The police came in time, and took the injured ones away all except for Avis and the pyromaniac. Specialized individuals came and picked them up, separated them, and interrogated Avis to no end.

As it stood, they thought Avis was the pyromaniac but as they discovered his abilities, they opted to try to recruit the all too willing teenager into their ranks, training him and indoctrinating him with their teachings. Avis willingly accepted their teachings, believing that this job was a good deterrent for those who would try to use their powers for evil. And, besides, it was a good pay to sustain his brother's treatment at the hospital. When Avis turned eighteen, he was officially put on a team under Sergeant Thorne, where he proved to be an efficient member. For the next few years, he had actively served under Thorne's group, functioning as the team's suppression specialist when a certain rogue gifted is becoming too unstable.

It is unclear whether Avis is acting on his own beliefs, or whether he was completely washed with the Wardens' teachings. But, one thing was for sure, he does his missions with utmost surety. While not as efficient as other agents, he has proved his worth to Thorne over and over again.

Post Example

Post Example

"Going in, Sarge." Avis reported on the radio before hopping out of the black van. Why he was deployed last was beyond Avis, but his duty was not to complain, but to just... do. Straightening his coat and boots, Avis jogged over to the known location of the trapped criminal gifted, a lightning type who kept blasting their agents with bolts of death. Crazed gifteds like this one was not unheard of; honestly, Avis would know that they were facing a lunatic when he was already being deployed to bring an end to the madness. There are two types of targets: you've got those who come quiety, and, usually, you've got a good number of them who would often fight back and try to escape.

Oh, and it was Avis' job to shut the latter types down.

Angry pyromaniac who's got the boys pinned down? Send in Avis to shut him up. Crazed psychopath who keeps using telekinesis to drop trucks over the agents? Avis got it in the bag. The young lad had gotten particularly good at his job, and he's got Thorne to thank for that. The older agent was skilled, he'd give him that, and he offered sensible tips. It was always important to never hesitate in this kind of job, and it was Thorne who made Avis realize that. So, as the young man strode towards the lunatic whose fingers crackled with lightning, Avis knew that this was one of those types wherein he could never hesitate once he made the decision.

It was either him or them.

A stray bolt of lightning crashed towards Avis as the young man tumbled out of the way. The lunatic's screams echoed in the hollow building as the other agents hid behind barrels and other walls. The man screamed about not being taken alive, and that, if he wasn't left alone, he would bring down the entire structure. The man was just disturbed... frightened. It was normal for a lot of them, and Avis knew the feeling of that fear. They just had to be dealt with calmly.

Avis stood up from his hiding place, facing down the lunatic: a young, bald shirtless man whose eyes were ringed by dark circles. His ribs pressed against his skin as the young Avis could only shake his head in regret. "Sir, please stand down." Avis called out, a mistake in Thorne's book. "We can do this the easy way. Just, please, calm down."

"N-No!" the man screamed, pointing his finger at Avis. "You're just here to abuse and take me! I won't let you!" Instantly, a bolt of lightning soared towards Avis who stepped to the side to avoid it, causing the projectile to hit the forklift near the entrance, blasting the vehicle sky-high.

"Hard way, then. Everyone keep your heads down." Avis mumbled, closing his eyes before opening them as he glared at the man. His left eye glowed yellow as the lunatic began to thrash wildly, his mouth frothing as hellish pains wracked his system. The man twitched on the ground, his body bending to grotesque forms as his mind began to black out due to the pain. A wild streak of saliva ejected from his lips as his entire consciousness shut down due to being overloaded with such agonies. The man's eyes closed as he stopped moving altogether, and at the same time, Avis closed his eyes to moisten them. "Tango down." At this, the agents came out of their hiding spots, and bound the man.

Avis pressed his earpiece, enabling the voice receiver. "Thorne, Eyes reporting in." Avis groaned, rubbing his eyes in discomfort. "We've got the man secured. Bringing the Type 2 in. Over."

Other

Eye Drops - Avis carries around a vial of eyedrops which he uses to soothe his eyes since his ability can wear out his vision from prolonged use.
Taurus Judge - In the event that he needs to defend himself, Avis carries with him a small firearm known as the Taurus Judge. He carries ten .45 Colt rounds alongside the five already chambered in the handgun. Thus, he can reload up to two times.

Theme Song:

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@RomanAria), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.

Summary

Cuwarr offers his assistance to Huron's quest to get back his wife, and proceeds to allow the drakken lord to ponder on his offer. In the meantime, Cuwarr meets with his wives on the grand staircase before leading them to the dining area where he ominously warned them of an upcoming disaster. One that he may or may not be a part of.

What really snapped Cuwarr out of his melodic reverie were the loud steps and hisses from an unmistakable Lord Huron who seemed adamant in dragging his wife towards the inner recesses of the castle. While definitely imposing on both stature and strength, Cuwarr couldn't help but be mildly amused at Huron's 'wife problems'. Not only was this drakken notorious for having already lost four of his past wives, but even now, he continued to fail utterly in front of Sorrak's face. Let it be known that Cuwarr already branded the gruff drakken as too desperate, too ugly, and too repulsive to be able to keep a proper wife. Truth be told, his wives won when he snapped their necks because they would have been freed from an uncultured swine like Lugft. However, the small drama piqued Cuwarr's interest, and while he didn't really concern himself with the affairs of most drakkens, he couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of fighting.

No matter how much Cuwarr tries to distance himself from the drakken roots, the fact remains that deep down, he was still a true-blooded warrior of Drakka. And, the prospect of war and blood sent pleasurable tingles down his spine.

Plus, there was more to this than what meets the eye.

So, while his wives were not in view, Cuwarr deftly strode over to the enraged Huron, nimbly jogging just a few paces behind. "I've caught wind of your problem, Lord Huron." Cuwarr spoke, not really minding personal boundaries or formalities. "And, I wish to offer my assistance. As you may know, Unalim has been quite a thorn to my benefactors' sides. He has injured a lot of my clients in the years that he had done his useless series of executions to gain power, and I suffered some financial losses on my end. As a Warlord, as well, I cannot condone what he had done, and rightfully so, the bride belongs to you."

Cuwarr leaped, putting a few bursts of winds to place a spring in his step. The warlord landed upon one of the stone ledges beside Huron as he crouched with his hands resting on stop his knees. "The Deathsworn are expert marksmen. And, not only that, I am a renowned developer of weapons. I may be able to give you some resources to take back what is yours." Cuwarr grinned, looking at the terrified wife in Huron's grasp. "And, Unalim's actions have personally offended me." The warlord hopped of the stone ledge before grinning at the two. "If you accept my assistance, I'll be in the dining hall with my wives. Send word for me through your guards, and I will be beside you as swift as the winds."

The warlord took one last look at Huron and the gem before heading for the grand staircase where, just in time, he saw his wives descending together. They appeared to be conversing, and while the two of them could not be any more different (with Sorici being the more dangerous one), they looked beautiful in their focus and calm. He remembered his mother wearing these kinds of dresses, but while the common blokes only saw her as a walking piece of flesh around her core, Cuwarr saw a goddess made flesh. And, he wasn't so sure if he could stop himself from saying the same of his wives. How gemminites had this kind of beauty and allure was beyond the bewildered warlord, but he decided to just do something rather than to gawk at them. So, he pulled out the flute from his side, playing a soft, slow melody like those of slow dances and slow-beating hearts. Then, he stopped in front of them, taking their hands in his before squeezing gently. "And, here I thought you would appear like poor birds who failed to find shelter from the rain." At this, the warlord tilted his head before planting a quick kiss on the back of their hands. "Yet, I find two rainbow lorikeets in front of me."

The warlord let go of their hands before descending the steps. "Breakfast has been prepared for us, my dears. If all goes well, we'll be able to go home by tonight." Cuwarr assured them as the Deathsworn, his bodyguards, converged on their master. The drakken uttered a few quick instructions which caused the four warriors to scatter, as if left to their own devices. "Oh, and I can really feel that something big will happen this morning. You can only tame a beast for so long before it lashes out of its cage." The warlord's lips parted in a wicked grin as he looked at the spot where Huron was last seen. "Anyway," Cuwarr turned to Kalani and Sorici. "Come, and eat. This food has been prepared for all of us, my dears. You will need to eat to regain your strength." The drakken pulled out two chairs for them, his hand beckoning for them to take part in the morning feast.

Black Cinders [High Casual]

Here.

A Prized bride (The return)

If killing off Sorici is one of the questions, it might be plausible to use her underlying hate for drakkens to be a catalyst for Cuwarr to slay her. In turn, this might create drama between Cuwarr and Kalani, since they seem to be one of the 'calmest' couples to date. They had no argument, no drama for the two so far. Let's say, Sorici attempts to kill Cuwarr at one point or another, but gets outdone since this could be the first time Cuwarr reveals his powers to his brides.

Or, you know, if you have suggestions, I'm more than happy to help out and compromise.

In any case, I'll try to get up a post or something. I'll need to read again the current events as my last post was two months ago. I have gotten quite lost with the events so far.

A Prized bride (The return)

I would agree with RomanAria. It's such a waste to lose the lore we've already built. I know my character ain't much, but it would be a shame to lose him in the end.

Black Cinders [High Casual]

Forgot to tag @Rekaigan in the IC post :D

Black Cinders [High Casual]

A soft grin beamed from the young monk as he took the jade necklace from her hands, proudly holding it up in front of his face as the small jewel caught the rays of light, refracting it into a myriad of shades upon Asychis' face. It had been a long time anyone had bothered to give Asychis a gift, and while the precious jewel was already nigh on joyful on its own right, what really made the lad's core melt was the string of short words-- easily could have been missed, but held all the meaning as every grain of sand in Ibzya. Yin had intended to give it to him before he left the Order; in other words, even when no one gave a damn (and, rightfully so) about him, the small and silent girl from their youth still believed that the brooding Asychis was someone worth giving a memento to. The smile on Asychis' face was almost too wide, the feeling of being deemed important enough for someone to provide him a token far too ridiculously good. So, with but a wide grin, Asychis wore the necklace around his neck, just within the radius of the prayer beads-- as if the prayer beads were protecting the jade gift. "T-thank you," Asychis stammered due to an inability to contain his euphoric emotions. A deep sigh escaped from his lips before Asychis chuckled. "I feel much, much safer now." The lad nodded in agreement before motioning for Yin to follow him as the duo began their tour around the festival.

The two checked out the stalls and booths that led to the Palace. There was an unlimited number of products and entertainments, ranging from singing minstrels to steaming cinnamon rolls to spiced breads. Although without much resources on him, the mendicant monk failed to resist throwing a few silver pieces in exchange for some souvenirs and some treats that he munched on. He also offered some of the sugary baked goods to his companion, feeding her a piece here and a piece there from time to time. "We have nothing like these in Ibzya." Asychis remarked at one point as he was mesmerized by a pouch of sparkling water that only costs a few pieces of silver while in Ibzya, it would have been sold at a price that of a small hovel. Then, as the two neared the Palace, a small stall at the more isolated parts of Isamanca caught Asychis' attention. He dragged his partner by the hand as he stood in front of a small ibzyan stall that sold some of the most terrific and authentic ibzyan treasures for a cheap price.

There were a few bracelets, a few necklaces, and some rings. But, what snagged his eye was a small bracelet with the seven sands of Ibzya in seven miniature transparent, marble spheres. He tossed a piece of gold in the vendor's hand before turning to Yin, lifting her left hand as he tied the bracelet around her wrist. "This bracelet has the seven sands of Ibzya, and they all different meanings," Asychis pointed to the sphere with large grains of sand. "The sands of Baako, which reminds us that in life, there is always a first." Then, he gestured to the sands which glowed with a rich beige tint. "The sands of Fahim, telling us of the importance of wisdom and scholarship." His finger landed on the sands whose colors bordered on red. "Farouk tells us that in life, there is right and wrong that will change the way we live." Then, he rotated the brace to show a sphere with pure white sands. "Here, Nakia gives us the idea of purity and chastity in the way we go through our days. The sands of Askari, Aida, and Sahar came next, but Asychis failed to elaborate on them all as he realized that they were probably running out of time. "The sands remind us that there is meaning in every grain. There is meaning in each one of us." Asychis grinned before nodding at Yin. "I suppose we should meet the others."

With that, Asychis and Yin walked towards the Palace as the duo met the ones who were already there: Master Lethodus, Master Carlo, and Master Balthier. The three were famous veterans of the Order whose names inspired dread in the wicked, and awe in the innocent and righteous. They were legends, so to speak, and even the expelled Asychis could only hope to also become as famous as them. The aura of the three proved to be nigh on intimidating and terrifying as the young monk stopped in his tracks before daring to continue. As he and Yin arrived in front of the three, Asychis couldn't help but bow in their presence before introducing himself. "Masters," Asychis began. "I am Nefer of Ibzya, member of the Monks of the Sun. Once a member of the Order as well." he spoke calmly, and without pause. "I come here as part of Master Lydic's dying wish as he fell to the cruelty of the gnolls in Ammut. As proof, Asychis pulled out the bloodstained copy of the letter with Lydic's handwriting and signature, stating his last intention for his student, Asychis, to take his place.

Asychis rolled the letter back before glancing at the three. "I understand that my presence is not welcome, but I would like to request that Master Lydic's request be honored. He was a good man who served the Order until his last days, and I believe that this could lay his soul to rest."

Black Cinders [High Casual]

If no one posts, I'll be wrapping up Asychis and Yin's little merry-go-round in the carneval. Also, I'll be asking for permission from @Rekaigan to control her character for a wee bit.

Expect my post by tomorrow night.

Black Cinders [High Casual]

It took a moment for Asychis to recognize the woman who approached him, greeting him with a sickeningly formal title of 'mister'. But, when his mind pieced everything together, the memories slammed against him with the force of a battering ram that shattered the gates of the Imhotep caves. Dark auburn hair, pale skin, and an overall well-built physique, this was none other than one of his friends when Asychis was still a member of the Order of Cinders. Asychis almost found it ridiculous how it took him quite a long time to recognize his friend (or at least, his colleague), but maybe it was because the years were kind to her, and she grew up into the attractive woman that she was meant to be. As Asychis finally faced her with a smile, he greeted with her a slight chuckle. "Mister Nefer was my father, Yin." He grinned, taking off his headgear and the cloth from his neck before stuffing it into his bag. "There's no need for formalities when we already knew each other back at the Order. And, it has indeed been a while. Three years, to be exact." An awkward silence followed before the young lad burst into a series of soft laughter. He just prayed that Yin wouldn't find it weird that the serious, insensitive Asychis from their youth was now a happy-go-lucky buffoon. "And, I see you've grown into a fine member of the Order. I hope everyone's doing well, yes? I've yet to see Denric and Sir Lethodus. But," Asychis swept his eyes to the ground, scratching his neck in nervousness. "I doubt that they'd be as willing to see me. Or, anyone from the Order for that matter." Then, his emerald eyes gazed at his companion before shaking his head with a slight smile. "In all honesty, I expected a harsher reaction from people of the Order. But, for what it's worth, it's good to see you again, Yin."

A surge of nostalgia overcame Asychis as he remembered the times that the two of them were trained alongside their colleagues back in their youth. However, due to his gnawing vengeance, Asychis couldn't really find the time to actually make 'friends'. If anything, he saw his colleagues as competition, not allies. So, like an annoying brat, he always separated himself from the others. Isolation was his friend during his years in training. But, as Asychis looked back on his past, he couldn't help but bite his lower lip in regret at how many great memories he could have formed if he was not so hell-bent on burning the gnolls out of existence. He could have formed a lasting bond with his colleagues, especially with Yin who was, by far, the closest to his age. It doesn't even have to be anything romantic; a solid friendship was more than enough. But, his inner rage and uncontrollable fury boiled everything into destruction. What Amenmeit Shabbaka said was true: anger was just motivation without purpose. Thus, Asychis vowed to straighten things from now on. Rage would not be the one that will guide him to victory, but compassion and understanding. Yin might not be overly hostile against him, but this could not be said for the others.

"I came a long way from Ibzya," Asychis shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Yin. "But, I guess even you know what happened to me there." A light-hearted chuckle escaped his lips. The festival was now at its apex as more and more people arrived to celebrate in a hurricane of wealth, ale, food, and flesh. The conservative tradition of the monks in Ibzya caused all these merriments to leave a bitter taste in Asychis' tongue, not because he didn't like the jovial mood. Rather, it was because he realized that he missed out on a lot of fun. "I missed a lot, haven't I?" He queried, the question not really directed at anyone.

The river of people swept pass them before Asychis sighed in relief. "So, I doubt you're just here for the festival. If anything, you have that letter, right?" Asychis grinned before hoisting his bag over his shoulder. "Uh," The lad paced around before glancing at the conclave of stalls and other shops. "I'd say that the others might be going to the Palace since the nobles are expecting the Order. But, I might be going around the stalls before I'll be heading for the palace." He took a step towards Yin, placing his hand on her shoulder. The slight difference in height between the two of them unnerved the monk, if only because he believed males should be significantly taller than females. Or, perhaps, it just fed his ego if he was taller than his colleague. "You're welcome to join me." Asychis offered with a grin. "If you do, you can catch me to speed with all the happenings in the Order. It's been a while since we've talked."

Well, if the usual grunts and nods as they passed by each other were considered talking, then, yes, it has been a while.
@Rekaigan