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New Haven: Sanctuary (Closed)

THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO 'the juggernaut' Alias:Red Giant Name: Sol Carter Age: 29 Origin: United states, New Hampshire Mutant: Yes Gender: Male Appearance: A once lean figured and thin man, Sol’s physical appearance changed after the Paige brought him back to life. When Sol is seen nowadays, most people cannot believe he used to once don a lab coat. Now though, with any thought of academic pursuit behind him, he dons a very different set of attire. Due to him honing his newly formed figure, Sol is now built like a cage fighter you would see on some MMA listings. His long brown hair is now topped off in a red bandanna, with a ponytail going down his broad back. Across his muscle-ridden chest is a custom made red vest that exposes his open chest as if in defiance to the world. Also standing out is the strange belt he wears around his waist with the word FREE written across the belt buckle. Instead of the usual jeans you’d expect to see in the United States, he actually wears white leggings with brown straps wrapped around his knees, going all the way down to his strange red boots. History: Being gifted at a young age to excel in the academics, Sol was one of the leading minds in examining the new Paige virus that had begun to affect the world. As the hours seem to lapse with no real progress made, Sol began to lose focus and became frustrated with this obstacle. It was then that he found solace with another scientist from China known as, Sheila. Together Sheila and Sol tackled their experiments with renewed determination. Where Sol became angered and bitter as the difficulties mounted, Sheila helped him through his frustrations and helped him focus, which seemed to help the scientific community make some inroads. As they worked together Sol and Sheila became close and they soon realized that they cared about each other more than just mere friends and colleagues. Sol’s life seemed to be heading for a high point as he began to love someone who cared about him as she did him, and if they could cure the Paige he would be remembered in the history books. Sadly, despite their determined efforts, the Paige proved more difficult to understand than both Sol and Sheila could have comprehended. Sol, in a last ditch effort to try and utilize a potential cure that was yet untested, infected himself with the Paige. Sheila, knowing his intentions, infected herself as well without telling Sol until he was administering the supposed cure to himself. Angered at first, Sheila told him that she did not want to live a life without him. Sol looked on his love in shock and shook his head in disbelief at her naive act, but nothing could be done at that point except test out the vaccine on both of them. A couple of hours after infecting themselves in the name of science, they were both bedridden and quarantined by their colleagues who observed them and analyzed their decaying bodies. As the contamination entered it’s final stages, Sol and Sheila reached out and grasped each other’s hands as they left this world together. Sol woke up a few hours later, but Shelia did not. The vaccine failed. To the new mutant, it may as well of meant his death in seeing Sheila lifeless husk be carried away in a bodybag. Since then, Sol has lost all care about researching the Paige and took to just surviving with his condition and his newfound power. As time went on he became more bitter to all those around him, lashing out at family and friends who tried to comfort him. He shut them all out, and would care less if the world ended. However, when the broadcast from New Haven, California reached his ears, something pulled at Sol to go there. He couldn’t understand why, but he felt drawn to this new hope for mutants, even if he felt it was all in vain. Gift/Power: Sol has the ability to manipulate fire, and in turn, the heat that fire can cause. When manipulating fire itself, he must focus solely on what he is doing to prevent any potential issues that can arise when flame becomes out of control. Due to this ever present danger, he prefers to channel his ability through metal weapons such as blades and metal pole arms. In doing so, the metal becomes superheated and can slice through most things like butter. The only downside to this is that the weapon may quickly become warped, unable to withstand the heat being passed through it. This forces him to have to find a change of weapons whenever possible. Fear/Curse/Sickness: After the loss of Sheila, Sol soon found that whenever he got close to someone, the nagging fear of loss would constantly be there. Due to the ever present worry that he would lose someone, he inevitably tried his hardest to not let anyone close to him, but that did not always work. He found that when those he considered friends were either harmed or in some situations, killed, his mind would bring him back to when he lost the love of his life. The remembrance of the death of Sheila sends him into a blind rage, causing all concentration and self control to be lost. His reaction to what occurs differs on what it is he is doing. If he happens to be wielding one of him metallic weapons, he seems to go on a blind rampage, killing everyone and destroying anything that gets in his way until the weapon is of no use to him. Should he be working with his ability to manipulate fire, his concentration is lost and the fire he once had under his thumb begins to consume everything in its path until someone is able either calm him or knock him out. If one is to try to calm Sol, he needs to be reassured that the one he was worried about is indeed ok. Should that reassurance not be readily available, one would need to be able to find a way to knock him unconscious to stop his rampage. Personality: Sullen and unrefined, Sol only speaks to others when absolutely necessary. This is reflected in everything he does, and his fighting moves, while rough and unpolished, are executed with absolute precision. He is known to be rude and impatient towards those who wish to interact with him, whether they are friend or foe. He is also quite stubborn when he is in pursuit of a goal or when he decides to take action regarding certain matters, never allowing the opinions of others to dissuade him once he's made up his mind. Overall, Sol is not a friendly man, but he is not an inherently evil one neither. He is an individual who prefers to convey his intent through actions than words. And while he cynically mocks those who speak of "justice", he has demonstrated a staunch sense of righteousness. Items: Sol normally carries large random chunks of metal of many different sizes but normally has up to 4 pieces at any time. He has been trying to find the money to get a weapon crafted of a high heat resistant metal so he can have a permanent weapon to rely on. But he does however carry a firearm, a 1887 model shotgun, he finds guns to be a coward's weapon which can be a fault but mostly just carries it for the option to use it. Theme: Slipknot Duality - http://youtu.be/AfvVT8Z_P-s Picture:

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Other: Sol has got a few habits about him he never had as a scientist, one being smoking. It was at first to cope with the stress but now just habit, since his system keeps him healthy it doesn't really affect his health. Another habit that he started after his transition from the Paige disease was drinking. Much like anyone else, he likes to have a cold tall glass of beer, but he would not drink for flavor, he drank to forget. Do to the transition, he soon found out that his body would metabolize the alcohol faster than he could drink it, leaving him unable to become drunk any longer than 10 or so minutes.

New Haven: Sanctuary (Closed)

Name: Raphael Dufour Age: 20 Origin: Florence, Italy Mutant: Yes Gender: Male Appearance: A skinny and sickly looking boy since he was born, Raphael stands at a fairly tall height of about 6 ‘1’ with striking white colored hair. As he grew older, Raph was determined to try and protect his twin Alanis. Throughout the years his body became a lean and muscular as he practiced several martial pursuits such as horsemanship, swordsmanship, lacrosse, and even scuba diving. Around his slim neck is a long white scarf that always seems to be fluttering in the wind, even when a breeze cannot be felt by anyone else in the area. Raph is usually seen wearing a tight fit black jacket with matching color pants and even black boots. All of this black attire is in stark contrast to Raph’s pale white skin. Hanging at his side is a Han Solo like belt with a scabbard fit for the sword he carries around. History: When Raphael was born, he was the fraternal twin of a female named Alanis, but was separated from his sister upon birth. His father, a rather wealthy man, noticed that something was not right about is son. Fearing it to be an indication of a future outbreak of the Paige disease (Which it was), his father immediately told the doctors that they did not want the boy, only the girl, and that the boy should be put up for adoption immediately, should he survive. Though the doctors were curious as to why the man did not want the son, they did as they were instructed and put the baby up for adoption once it was able to leave the hospital. Around his second birthday, Raphael was adopted by a young couple that also happened to have the paige disease, though their powers were only minor ones; they where able to live comfortably with their powers. He grew up in a loving home where it became apparent why exactly he has been left at the hospital and sent to an orphanage that housed child mutants. Every time Raphael got angry, it seemed that the wind would begin to pick up, which would scare him to the point that he was no longer angry. When he was fifteen the Paige disease finally did hit Raphael like a ton of bricks. He went through the phases but since his adopted parents went through it as well they where able to help the young boy themselves instead of actually taking him to the local hospital. He recovered fairly well considering the fact he died, but to his parents they where just glad he survived the ordeal. After a few months they told him about what he had become, knowing it was right to at least let him know what was to come. By his sixteenth birthday, he could manipulate the air to do what he wanted, whether it be to pick things up or slice things in half. He usually only used his power to help his adoptive mother with dinner, often using it to chop up food in a single blast. He never questioned himself on whether or not his powers were normal because he grew up using them and not suffering the taunts of others. On his seventeenth birthday, his adoptive parents told him about his biological family, how he had a sister and exactly why his father turned him away despite his mother wanting to keep him. His mom gave him a small locket that had a recent picture of his sister in it, and told him that they had kept in contact with his real mom this entire time. Raphael was both angry and saddened by the news, but decided that he was going to search for his sister in the last place he was told she was, California. On his Journey, he ended up running into some police officers that worked in New Haven and decided that he would help them. He figured he would need a job anyway and what better way to find his sister than to work with the PD? Gift/Power: Manipulate Air Fear/Curse/Sickness: When Raphael becomes enraged; the air around him starts to form into a tornado, destroying everything and everyone in its path. Depending on how angered he is, he can manipulate the tornado enough to just go after the very thing that had caused him to go into a fit of rage, but unless he Is calmed down, the tornado will not stop until everything around it is reduced to a pile of rubble. His fear used to be afraid of harming other's, mostly his adopted parents. But since living with two parents who where mutants as well the Paige disease was relatively NOT an issue ... until he found out about his sister and began to worry about her, causing the Paige to infect that fear. Now Raphael’s biggest fear is that something will happen to his sister, causing him to lose the only real family he has left. When that fear settles in, he seems to become an empty shell of his former self, his usual self in a hibernation mode. While like this, he will go on a rampage of his own, hunting down whoever harmed his sister and killing/harming, anyone who gets in his way. The only way to snap him out of his stupor is to have Alanis assure him that she is ok, or for someone to prove to him that his sister is alive and will recover from whatever injury she has sustained. Items: Raphael only carries two weapons with him, A .380 Bursa thunder plus and a bastard sword that he carries on his back by a chest strap. Theme: Avenged Sevenfold - Buried Alive: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PRfDJQY_Y8&ob=av2e Picture: Other: Raphael is Alanis’s Fraternal Twin brother and he absolutely despises their father for abandoning him when he was an infant and for kicking Alanis out just because she contracted the Paige disease.

New Haven: Sanctuary (Closed)

Name: Alanis Cosette Age: 20 Origin: Tours, France Mutant: Yes Gender: Female Appearance: Alanis is around 5 '10' and weighing around 175 lbs, with long blue hair, pale complexion, and deep emerald eyes. Still wearing the remains of the luxurious blueish white robes she wore the day she left her home in Tours, along a rope belt to keep her valuables on her. She wears Black baker Eternity Boots, her Bow and Arrow across her back, with the string and arrows hanging by the quiver by her side for fast access. Buried beneath her remaining robes is a hip holster for her pistol and In her boot is her knife. History: Coming from the city of Tours, Alanis was the sole heir of an aristocratic family that could stretch their lineage back to the French Revolution. Her father is very high in the social ladder of France and even has some political pull in the current government while her mother took to raising the young girl. Her mother was a very soft-spoken but spirited woman who raised her with a kind heart and a strong sense of common morality. Even when struck by the Paige Disease at her teen years her mother kept her new ability a secret from her father, fully knowing Alanis would be disowned if he found out. Sadly one day even the brave efforts of her mother couldn't hide her ability, and sure enough as she feared Alanis's cold father tossed her out of the only home she ever knew. As for her mother the last she heard was being forced into a divorce and sentenced to jail for an unknown number of years. Driven wild in rage Alanis almost went through killing her father, but the begging of her mother sparred him from a horrible death. Alanis's mother's last word's to her as she escaped Tours was "Living well is the best revenge my daughter, I'm proud of you." With those, and her hope has lead here to far away America, in the city of New Haven, California in hopes she will be able to live a normal life away from the discrimination she now endures. Do to the transportation systems being rather unreliable, Alanis ended up spending some time in various parts of California before she finally managed to make it there on foot, spending a rather extended period of time walking there. Having moved from place to place for a long time, the walk didn't seem to be too much for her. At least, the was until she finally reached the last leg of her journey for the city that she hoped would provide her with a new beginning. Gift/Power: Alanis has the talent of control Metallic object around her, bending anything to her will. She can only control that element though so if not in a place where metal is readily available she will not be able to use her power. Also she has a high metal count in her blood, meaning if there is enough blood freely from her or a amount of people she can manipulate the blood into solid red materials. Fear/Curse/Sickness: Steel Cocoon = When she goes beyond her mental limit to control the metallic objects around her, Alanis soon has immediate flashes in her mind of the day when her father threw her out and disowned her. That sense of loss and pain drives Alanis's consciousness to grab any metallic object nearby, sending the inanimate objects circling around her with increasing speed. Soon, if not stopped, Alanis will encase herself in a metal cocoon,and the Cocoon will fall to the earth to remain there until Alanis regains control of herself. If she doesn't regain control of herself soon there is a real danger that she could suffocate if she doesn't free herself or outside help forces the cocoon open. Once freed Alanis will lapse into a deep slumber and a slight fever, of which in a day or so she will recover, yet the experience would drain her emotionally and physically. Personality: Alanis is often a soft spoken girl and very shy. When alone, she tends to stay away from dark areas and other people, but if someone tries to approach her, she usually turns and runs. When it comes to her friends, she speaks often and tries her best to help them, as she is also a very caring person and hates to see people suffer unnecessarily. Even if she does not know the person, more often than not she will run to someone's aid if she sees them getting hurt and when she is mad, you better watch out, it's not pretty for the person or the surrounding buildings. Items: She has her mother's bow and arrow, a 3 1-2 inch trench spike which was an old family relic, and her 9mm pistol. Also of note is the locket around her neck, which she never talks about. Theme: Seether - Fine Again = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrpcICY2TVY Picture: Other: She can speak Prefect French and English as part of her upbringing. While she can use the 9mm pistol in self defense she is no marksman, but with her archery talent she can be very deadly. She also loves growing gardens where she can, as she loves to see new life grow wherever it may be. She hates Hospitals though as it reminds her of some very dark times

New Haven: Sanctuary (Closed)

Humans are no strangers to hardships; be it war, plague, famine, or death we have always borne the burden of these ominous shadows that we as a species are fated to endure. We even pride in ourselves in the fact that we have survived thus far whether the ordeal be natural or man-made. In the mid 21st century the same challenges still face humanity as it always has, with very little changing in our ways. And yet a new epidemic has begun to spread throughout the world, a new strain of DNA has affected the thousands of individuals across the planet just as the twenties of this new century passed. It was diagnosed as the Paige Disease, this being the first victim’s last name. He never lived to see his name hold the meaning it does now today. The affected where either people below in the age of thirty or just hitting puberty, as very few children and elderly survived the affliction. Symptoms were at first a slight fever, accompanied by a massive nosebleed a day later, and shortly afterwards massive pain throughout the nervous system for about an hour and then all seemingly died. Some truly died, the diagnosis being generally heart failure. But those that survived awakened with what people could only be described as unnatural ‘gifts’. It varies from the ability to control inanimate objects, elements, or read minds to manipulating physical objects to their will. Some similarities though are definitely increased strength, speed, and some even have heightened levels of intelligence. The families and loved ones of the affected survivors soon found that living with these gifts was an interesting obstacle. Some got by just fine as their abilities didn’t affect their lifestyle while others where not so lucky. Over the next ten years more and more people fell to the disease, with doctors scrambling to find a reason and remedy to the new sickness that assaulted humanity’s youth. As the number of cases steadily grew more and more experts in the medical field finally started getting concerned, but as it only affected scattered individuals around the globe few could find a reason as to how this disease spread and more importantly why. All survivors of the Paige disease are perfectly healthy human beings on the outside yet their bodies are conditioned more having survived the terrible Paige affliction. They all have increased resistance to illness as a side effect, are about as durable as a trained soldier in terms of taking a physical beating, they recover from wounds faster, and having cheated death few of them ever show fear in the face of danger. Though they can still be killed as easily as any person these handy traits make them a very nasty surprise by those who are not unprepared. There is one very horrible side effect though, the Paige affects the mental condition of all the infected. When near death or in stressful situations the disease harnesses the most fearful scenario that the individual has witnessed. The Disease makes that scenario constant in their mind until their fear becomes reality and kills them or their fear overwhelms their control thus making them attack themselves or everything in a blind rage, hence the “Feral” term. While most can control their fears if experienced enough or if help is sought, others who fall to their fear or overuse their powers then have that horrible event made reality for all to see. The ones that people fear and despise are the ones who lose control of their abilities and become ‘Feral’ which means they basically lose control of their powers and/or succumb to their inner fears or demons. If not stopped soon, depending on the mutant you may just have a dead mutant who was weeping in a corner, to a small city block destroyed, to…. Well you get the picture. The result of a feral going completely insane is often very catastrophic and deadly to all in the area. For example in Istanbul, the city of the Ancient Eastern Roman Empire was almost wiped off the map by a young teenager who almost drowned four years beforehand. Being a street urchin she always lived in fear and had no one to turn to, while being beaten and scorned for being a Mutant until she finally let the constant fear in. She drowned as well did half the city, making the Katrina Hurricane seem like a small spill in terms of the loss of life, property, and historical structures destroyed. Thankfully with a good rest they all recover in a short amount of time. Sadly there have been cases where some of the gifted that recover from the “Feral” state of mind lose most of their cognitive brain functions and become mentality handicapped. Despite barely even going beyond a fraction of the Earth’s human population, the new disease had many people justifiably worried. No one could tell how the disease was contracted and the signs where very hard to predict as a seemingly unaffected community suddenly had a person go sick. Slowly but surely what began as concerned individuals not wanting to become infected by the Paige soon cast out anyone affected out of terror while others wishing to be affected embraced them. In other parts of the world they had to endure some of humanity’s oldest and cruelest stigmas. Witch hunts, beatings, slavery, and cleansing of the so-called ‘demons’. Others are more fortunate and where accepted by their communities as gifts from the gods and hailed as saviors and heroes. Yet regardless of all this, this new challenge and at the same time old challenges threaten the modern society we now know. Whether for good or ill people are becoming fearful and aware of the gifted individuals; either reacting in outright fear or wanting to use them to meet their own ends. As history has shown sadly, humanity loves to generalize people based on what they do not understand. The gifted soon have a name that the public deems them worthy for; Mutant. While others may call them Angels or Demons this is what is termed the more ‘politically correct’ way of saying a gifted individual. Some have tried to fight back against the growing stigma that they are being stuck with; being called heralds of destruction, freaks of nature, even foreboding the end of times. But when they try to fight back they are not heard, and even then some mutants use more violent actions. Rarely do they succeed as most of time the unrest is disorganized, drunk, or not coordinated. Then came the famed “Moscow Mutie Madness” of 2032 in which hundreds of violent mutants struck the sports arenas and killed thousands before the military intervened. The international sports event soon became a bloody war zone, with the Russian military finally quelling the attackers. Survivors of the attack where quickly and summarily executed live on television as a warning from the Russian government to any mutants who wanted to try a similar stunt again. Any credibility the mutant community had of being peaceful was shot right then and there with many third and second world countries establishing their own mutant control policies. The stereotype of this new breed of humans, these … ‘mutants’, is fast becoming the majority of the world’s new scapegoat. While they are human indeed in ever shape and form they are blamed for most of the world’s problems. Just like in the Red Scare of 1920, Medieval Dark Ages, The Salem Witch Trails, and Pre World War II Germany mutants are blamed for crop failings, unusual weather, and economic failures, to even the common flu. It is the now the year 2033, a year since the Moscow Games Incident. In the United States, on the coastal city of New Haven, California the Mayor Steven Wiggins wants to try a new approach to the Mutant issue. He says in a brief speech that mutants are people as well and with the backing of the governor of California he declares the city a ‘sanctuary’ for the world’s mutants to live normal lives if they so chose. While skeptics and critics have greeted this with wariness, from around the world scarred but hopeful people both mutant and non-mutant alike venture from many walks of life to start anew in this supposed sanctuary. All the politics and crossfire concerning the mutant issue soon turns it’s sight on the city of New Haven California, eager to see what may happen in the next few months.

The Elemental Legacy

Though I AM sure it is obvious... this Elemental Legacy is now closed... We lost a dear friend a little over a month ago to a vehicle accident and I am sure none of us have the heart to go on. RIP Kybur... Know you will be always in our hearts and forever missed. Your special kind of crazy always brought a smile to our faces and lightened our hearts.

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Iris

This wasn't how it was supposed to end, she wasn't supposed to be sitting there, holding a limp and bloody form in her arms surrounded by Hell. They had been asked to help the Human’s who had destroyed the world their Father had made for them, yet they had been treated like the enemy while the demons lived among them. They had offered salvation, instead he was given death, a death that there was no coming back from. As the humans surrounded her, their blades held high and their guns pointed at her chest, she just smiled and closed her eyes. She was ready for it all to end, she was willing to accept the peace that came with oblivion, she was done with the impossible mission her Father had set upon her shoulders. Yet nothing came, the shouting had ceased and there was no sound of guns being shot any longer. Was it finally over? Had she been granted the absence of pain upon her death? Or was a cruel joke about to be
played upon her by the enemy?

“We will offer you peace Angel,” came a deep voice, “We will offer you peace for as long as you stay away.”

Slowly, she opened her golden eyes and stared evenly at the red that belonged to the demon before her. Peace was not something she was interested in anymore, peace was long forgotten and where it had been was vengeance. Why should she grant them peace while his blood seeped through her fingers? Why grant them peace when they had stolen something so precious from her? No, she would not.

“Peace will never come to you,” she replied as her Golden eyes turned cold, “Peace will never be granted to the ones who have slain him, I will not allow it.”

The Demon slowly shook his head as he leveled a gun to her forehead as he spoke, “So mote it be.” And pulled the trigger.

This is essentially what I have as a "prologue"... any questions or if you are interested please feel free to PM me :D

Lexibon's Megathread (MxF/FxF) +18 Mature Plots

I like the idea of Post Apocalyptic Fantasy Destruction :D Feel free to PM me if you are still looking!

[Mid/Advanced] I'm in the mood for a big bowl of roleplay to start out my day

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The Greek Fan Fan RP(Casual-Light Advanced)

I have always been interested in Greek God/Goddess Mythology, I am definitely interested if you are still looking! I would prefer to be human but if you want me to be a Goddess instead I have no problems with that either. :D I do work but more often than not I am on in the mornings and I can usually return the amount written as long as I have something to work with. Then again, if you tend to write as many paragraphs as you say, then I shouldn't have a problem giving you an equal amount.

The Elemental Legacy

60.

The moon was shining in a clear night sky, the light from Luna herself pierced through the windows of the University. The Sage of Light was walking through the halls at this late hour with an old history book in his arms. Ostel was never much of a reader admittedly, but he had found that he had a recent interest in history, and not just about his people's history. In his hands was a book detailing the wars between the elves of Tellus and the humans of Lucerna.

It was only when he heard a shattering sound nearby tthat shoke the Sage of Light from his immersion in the text, "Damn, was just getting good to." He said shaking his head and closing the book as he went towards the sourse of the sound. As Ostel came closer though he heard laughter, a mocking laughter almost, and a very, VERY, annoyed animal growling.

What animal could be out here late this night? And among the halls as well?

The human Sage set the book down on a passing bench and started joggin down the hall. As he was only doneed in a scholar's riobe, he only had the Dawn bringer at his side, but the twohanded warhammer was all Ostel needed to confidently deal with any problems.

And a problem Ostel did find as he rounded the corner and saw what was causing the ruckus.

There in the hallway was a large white fox that was unmistakably Summer, and under her rather large paw was a demon, but that wasn't the worst of it. Summer's usually snow white fur was splattered with blood and four other demons were attacking her, frequently getting swatted away. When one of the Demons managed to sink there blade into her left shoulder, she let out a howl of pain and snapped her jaws around the Demon's arm, taking it clean off. When Summer saw Ostel there, she gave him a pleading look, it was obvious that all of them were too much for her.

Little reason was needed for Ostel to fight demons, and Ostel readied the Dawnbringer as he quickly ran towards the closet demon to him. It was only when he brought down the light enchanted weapon upon the head of the demon that he bellowed a loud battle cry. The remaining demons turned from the surrounded great white fox and looked at the newcomer with eyes wide in anger.

Ostel then roared aloud, "Surrender! Now! Or The Sages of Light and Wind Will Tear your Worthless Hides Limb From Limb!" The human said as he stood as straight as he could to be more intimidating.

The demons merely laughed and one of them responded in kind, "Oh please! A bastard and a half-blood! I think we should do Divius the kindness and show you how weak you both are!" With that the speaker said something in his native tongue to the others, while he charged the Sage of Light with his wicked blade in hand.

Perhaps Ostel should of stressed that he was not in the mood, but the demon had made his choice. The pale skinned humanoid tried to make feint him and strike him down in one swift motion. Ostel saw the attack coming though, as he was trained to fight demons. They never attacked from the front, only from an unexpected direction, and the Dawnbringer came up and slammed into the demon's chin. Putrid blood and broken teeth were sent spewing into the air as was the body of the now dead demon.

The other two demons stopped as they saw their comrade's body flung between them, and a look of uncertainty flooded across their faces. Ostel then howled out again, "Last Chance! Your Choice!" Ostel said as he advanced upon the pair of demons who stood between him and Summer, with his own growl echoing across the now silent chamber.

Summer was now towering above the two demons, her hot breath causing their hair to ruffle slightly. Her eyes were shinning with anger as blood slid down her fur and onto the ground, the Demon she had had pinned under her paw was unmoving in a corner. You may want to listen to him. Summer growled into their minds, Because I was taught some new tricks, and his element will burn you from the inside out.

The demons then looked on the giant fox with horror clear in their eyes, and the two remaining demons ran away leaving their fallen behind. Ostel grunted in disgust, "Demons, you can always count on them to save their own hides." He then let the Dawnbringer fall to only his shield arm and he approached Summer carefully, stepping over the fallen bodies of the demons, "Summer, what happened?"

She just shrugged her shoulders before shifting back into her normal from, "I'm naked, can I borrow your cloak please?" she asked as she looked down at her currently bloodied form, "And it was just some demons looking to get revenge on me for embarrassing him during lunch... I made him piss himself. Then again, he was being rude to Calixta..."

The Sage of Light merely nodded and took off the upper part of the Scholar robes, leaving him in only a white undershirt. He placed the robe over over Summer's slim shoulders, covering her small frame, "I understand, sorry I didn't get here sooner. Can you walk?" He asked with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I can walk, I'll just have to heal up when I go to my room. I've learned a healing spell with my wind that is pretty effective, so no need to worry. Oh! Have I told you about the classes I am taking?" she asked with a smile on her face.

Ostel smiled and placed a firm hand on the back of Summer, "You can tell me all about it as I walk you back to your room Summer." He said as they departed from the scene of the fight.

As they walked, Summer seemed to be back to her normal, cheerful, self as she told him about the Martial Arts class and Pole Arm classes she was taking. "I figured it would be good for me to be able to fight with and without my staff. I'm still trying to get the hang of fighting as an animal though, its harder than I thought."

Her fellow Sage only smiled and and replied, "I can't even begin to imagine how that feels. Must be quite liberating for you Summer." he then stopped in the middle of the hallway and just smiled at the Sage of Wind for a brief moment, not saying anything, but just smiling warmly at her.

Summer frowned as she peered at the Light Sage's face, "What is it Ostel? What is it that seems to weigh so heavily on your mind?"

The human merely shook his head and said, "I'm just astounded by how far you have come. And frankly, I'm proud of you. I can tell that given time, you will need me anymore." he said nodding his head. Then his smile went away and his eyes drifted a bit to the ground,as if remembering something,

"You are full of it, I can't see a single day where I wouldn't need my closest friend. It doesn't matter how strong I become, or even how strong you become... you saved me from certain death when no one else would. You are the kindest soul I have ever known and I will always look to you for help and guidance."

Ostel's smile returned and even a small chuckle came from his lips, "It's kind of you to say Summer. Truly it is, and I try to remind myself of that. I just wonder if you will look at me the same once we go through my door. You may not like what you see ... but I guess we'll face that day when it comes right?" He said jokingly as he began walking down the hall again with a boyish grin.

"I don't think there will ever be a day that I wouldn't like you, we all have things we are not proud of, but that doesn't mean we should think less of those who share with us those secrets. When the time comes, I know you will make the right choice, and it will be the choice YOU think is right. It is you who has to live with it, not us, and I think more people could stand to learn that lesson. We should never allow people to define you, no matter what actions you take, only you can do that... or something like that. I'm not very good with these whole philosophical quotes." The Elf-Shifter offered Ostel a half smile.

As Summer's entrance way came into view Ostel nodded his head and replied, "It is not the blood that makes a person noble, but the deeds and acts." He then laughed a bit, "Sorry, something my father once said. Seemed like along the lines of what you meant, then again like you I am not much one for that kind of thinking."

They stopped outside her and Damien's entryway, but then Ostel said, "I asked Damien about you by the way. He cares for you a great deal." He said with a certain sadness in his blue eyes that his smile did a poor job of covering up.

Summer tilted her head to the side, clearly confused, but also worried about the look he had in his eyes. "Ostel... please... you are hiding something from me. What is ailing you? I don't like seeing you so upset, it is so unlike you to seem so sad."

Again Ostel chuckled a bit, and with his right thumb he cleared a bit of mist from his eyes, "Heh, sorry Summer, somethings are worth getting a bit upset over." he then waved a hand in front of him, "I promise I'll be fine. I am just going to say that what Damien and you are starting to have, well it's something I entertained the possibility of having." He said with a half-smile.

Before a breath had past over though he said, "After what happened back in Lucerna though, I told myself that I would not force anything upon you. You need to make your own choices, and bear the consequences of those decisions." He then placed his firm hands on her shoulders, "Thankfully for you, my dear Summer, I am a consequence that is able to move on. But I wanted you to know that at least ... and to not worry about me ... please?" He asked with a impish grin.

To Ostel's surprise, Summer threw her arms around the Sage's neck in a tight hug, her face hidden in his neck. "Ostel, you have no idea how happy you have made me," she said softly after kissing him lightly on the cheek, "You have given me the chance to truly live and for that I am eternally greatful. I am sure that some day soon you will find someone for you, and when that time comes please, do not push it off. Do not think yourself undeserving and do not... do not wait until it is too late. You deserve to be happy much more than most people I have met through my stay here. Smile more, be happy... and please... please don't ever hesitate to talk to me about anything. You are a dear friend... and dare I say like the brother that I doubt I've ever had. I will not lie and say that I never had feelings for you, for that would not be the truth. But I was also still in the mentality that I was little better than a slave... thank you for showing me that was not true."

Indeed Ostel was stunned as Summer professed all of this as her delicate body nestled into his broad frame, but he could only wrap his arms around her waist and return the embrace in a bit of a bear hug, "Thank You for understanding Summer, and I appreciate the offer of help." The human then rubbed the back of the Shifter's head and stood there in the embrace for a bit before he and her parted with their hands in each other's palms. The Sage of Light then brought her hands together and kissed the back of Summer's palms before letting go.

The Grimward bastard then bowed his head to the former slave, "Milady Sage, I wish you fond dreams. And all the happiness in the world." He said with a beaming smile as he looked on with pride at his fellow Sage.

Summer smiled happily as she looked at Ostel, "And you as well Sir, I am sure that your happiness is just around the corner, you just need to know where to look." She bowed swiftly before opening her door, handing Ostel his cloak back just before running up the stairs to her room.

The human merely laughed as he put his robe back on, picturing the naked Summer in his mind, "Still a sight to see ... lucky Damien."

As Ostel straightened out his attire his coughed a bit, "Well Ostel ole bud, you have turned down a nypmh, and lost a chance to be with one of the hottest damned elves this side of the planet .... man I am glad I think I am doing the right thing. Otherwise the amount of hell I would get from my brother Peter would be unbearable! Gods be damned! I'd have to kill the bugger." He said as he walked back down the hall to find the history book he was reading earlier.