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Torn Across the Rift

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Torn Across the Rift

XIII followed the woman to the castle. As he got closer, a feeling of dread started to wash over him. Something was terribly wrong with the castle. The strange bodies he saw along the way did nothing to dismiss the feeling. Quickly, he and the woman made it to the castle and the altar room inside. The dread was almost palpable in this place. It was close to what he felt before he and his team had entered their base after it had been attacked.

XIII shook his head free of the thought. Now wasn't the time for such thoughts. He idly listened to the conversation between the woman and one of the people in the room. When the woman said that she didn't know his name, he chuckled despite the scene around them. It was slightly warmer inside the castle, so XIII had a little more control over his shivering and he could talk without stuttering.

"If you knew what my name was, I'd be surprised, considering I don't even know what it is. You can call me XIII, or X if you want. I should mention that there is what looks like a dragon outside attacking a plane." XIII looked at the man the woman was talking to. "I assume you're Zesiro's brother. He went to go see if anyone had made it out of the plane. I would have helped but I can't do anything in this cold."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith shook his head at the man’s statement. ”Not pleasant, no, but possibly a lot quicker than others. As for the apologies, I feel that you should be safe with mostly everyone. But I am curious; you mentioned that you were a diplomat of the “new” Yarosmere, as you put it. What is going on in Yarosmere?”

“Believe me. I am well aware of how slow a death can be.” The diplomat sighed, before continuing to reply to Leith. “What’s happening in Yarosmere? A small movement suddenly gained violent and vicious following. ‘Followers of the Sand God’ the called themselves. They claimed the Gods of Tiien didn’t exist and only through the benevolence of the Sand God could Yarosmere become an Empire, and all sorts of ridiculous notions. We largely ignored them until they got a new prophet in the past year and people started listening to them. They only increased in number until they were able to stage a revolution. The Kai and his entire family was wiped out, along with most of the government and ruling castes. Supposedly, the caste system has been eradicated but in reality the lower castes have simply switched places with the upper castes. The new prophet is a madman. He calls for genocide of the Naga and war with the rest of Tiien. The military had just been sent to the three villages the Naga had as I left.”

He was quiet for a few moments.

“He’s a madman, but listening to him, you are completely sure he’s right. A fanaticism I’ve never felt nor seen the like of fills you, and you obey whatever he commands. I’ve seen him convince entire Garrisons that resisted him to happily kill themselves. Psychomancy, I assume. Incredibly powerful, psychomancy. So, in short, madness has claimed Yarosmere and we’ve launched an unholy crusade against all of the Naga, attempting genocide.”

Leith whistled at the man’s story. A revolution, and a with powerful Psychomancer leading it. Not good at all. ”That is not good to hear. It seems that there has been a lot going on in the past few months, what with the demon attack a few months ago.” Leith frowned. Incredible power and insanity, he’d seen that before. Could it be related? ”You said you’ve seen him influence people. Did anything strange happen to him when he did it?”

The diplomat frowned. “No, not that I remember. He wears his mask at all times, so that might be hiding something. He sent me here to both check on your strength after the demon attack, and announce the change in Yarosmere to the other nations you have here. They should have already begun expelling the Djarkel forces in the desert by now. The Prophet displayed great interest in moving quickly and securing his territory. Be very careful if you visit that nation, student of the College. A good man like you wouldn’t be able to stay out of the mess as much as he should.”

”I appreciate the warning. I doubt that I’ll be going to Yarosmere anytime soon, but it is a nice gesture. My name’s Leith, by the way.” He held out his right hand to shake the diplomat’s hand before he dropped it and offered his left. ”What do you plan on doing after the feast is over? Will you go back to Yarosmere?”

“I am Yusef,” The diplomat replied, taking the sudden hand switch in stride and shaking Leith’s hand. “and I don’t think so. Going back to Yarosmere is likely only to get me killed. I think I’ll speak of how insane Yarosmere has become to a select few of the other nations, and then seek a job somewhere else. I wish I knew where elsewhere was, but I suppose that is in the hands of the Gods. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go make sure trade agreements with Yarosmere are stopped while it is controlled by the Prophet.”

”Of course, I won’t hold you up. Enjoy the feast. A lot of work has gone into it.” Leith started to walk away before he paused. He turned to face Yusef ”Oh, and if you’re looking for a job, why not look around for one at the College? I’m not sure what your skills are, but someone here might find them useful.” With that, Leith waved at the diplomat and left him to his duties. Now all he needed to do was find Uicle.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith whistled as he wandered down one of the College's many hallways. He fiddled with the telepathy rune he had had modified. Now instead of being two separate runes, it was just one. He slipped the rune into his pocket and continued walking. He was about to go find Lyn when the voice from the mission spoke into his mind.

The suddenness of the voice caused him to flinch. He paled at the thought of more people like the Eternal Hunger being here at the college. He frowned when the voice mentioned needing his demon. He didn't have a demon. Leith didn't have much time to ponder what the voice said before he was distracted by a metal bird. It delivered a message to him and left.

Talk with the diplomat he saved from Grey. That seemed far more easier than dealing with servants of the Wild. He left to find a gargoyle to lead him to the diplomat. Is there anything else you can give me on these servants of the Wild? He asked into his mind as he followed the gargoyle, not really expecting a response.

The gargoyle quickly led him towards the diplomat of Yarosmere. With a smile, Leith walked up to the man and nodded his head. ”Glad to see you made it to the College unharmed, well, unharmed considering.

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XIII followed the man's suggestions and waited while the others freed him from the rubble. He was about to thank the people that helped him, but the cold hit him hard. Immediately, he started shivering violently. He heard someone ask who he was and how he got there, and he was about to manage an answer through his chattering teeth when the roar happened again. XIII looked in the direction of the noise and saw a dragon with a plane in its mouth.

For a second, he thought that he was seeing things due to how cold it was, but from the reactions of the others, they were seeing the exact same thing. "T-t-t-that's n-n-n-not p-p-p-possible." XIII managed through his shaking. He was not prepared for this at all, and when the kid told him and the other to go to the castle while he went to see if anyone made it out of the plane, he cursed under his breath and made his way to the castle. The faster he got warm, the faster he could help.

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XIII

Name: Unknown(Goes by XIII)

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: A version of Earth where the only difference was that some people have special abilities. The abilities are countless, but they always come with a drawback. An organization was created to remove these people with abilities from the world: Beschutzer, shortened to Bes

There was another organization that was created to protect these people. It is know as Wehren, These two organizations have been at odds with each other for years.

Are you a member of TRIDENT? No

Are you one of those seemingly normal people? No

Appearance:

XIII stands at about six feet tall. He has brown hair that goes down to the base of his neck on the side of his head that isn’t burnt. His body is covered in scars, the largest one being a Y-shaped scar that goes from each shoulder to the bottom of his ribcage. His namesake is in the form of a tattoo on the back of his left hand. Usually, he dresses in heavy clothing to keep him from getting any kind of chill. Unfortunately, he was sleeping when he was taken, so he is only wearing light clothing.

Abilities and skills: XIII has the ability to control, create, and not be harmed by fire. or extreme heat. However, the drawback to that ability is that the moment he gets cold, he can’t create, control or be immune to fire or extreme heat.

Combat wise, XIII is competent in hand to hand combat, and he can shoot a gun alright.

Strengths and Weaknesses: The ability to control fire can be quite useful in most situations, as well as not being able to be burnt. Anything he wears also seems to be immune to the fire. If he gets cold, he starts getting sick and is unable to control his abilities at all.

He is quite level headed, and it takes a lot for him to get angry. If he does get angry, pity the poor soul that did that.

He is also afraid of sudden fire he did not make or cannot control

History: XIII can’t remember anything prior to his captivity at a Bes holding facility. He was a part of a program that was to break the prisoners and force them to work for Bes. It would be labeled as a success considering the other twelve subjects were broken. XIII was the last holdout, and he would have broke as well had an extraction team from Wehren not freed him from his imprisonment.

After that, XIII joined an extraction team and helped rescue people being chased from Bes, or helped free them from holding facilities like the one that had held him. The last mission he was on, however was an utter failure. XIII and his crew were led into a trap by someone they thought of as an ally. This trap lead to the death of XIII’s close friends.

That wasn’t where it stopped, though. While they were able to rescue everyone from the facility that once held XIII, Their own facility was attacked during the mission. There were countless deaths. With no where to go, they went to the mansion of a man who helped fund Wehren.

It was during the night when he was torn across the rift.

Personality: XIII is a serious man, but that doesn’t get in the way of his dry sense of humour or the smart remarks he makes.

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Ah, It's thirteen

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Woo! There's XIII. He's stuck inside a pile of rubble.

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It wasn't just one thing that woke XIII up, it was several. The first thing to rouse him was the ground beneath him shaking violently. The second to bring him further out of his slumber was the sound of a roar. What really woke him up, though, was the sudden change of temperature.

XIII's eyes shot open.

He attempted to sit up, but he smashed his forehead against something solid. Stars formed in the semi-darkness as he laid back down. He was getting colder by the second and he had no clue where he was. For a moment, he feared that he hadn't actually been free from the holding facility and the past two years were a fabrication. He fought his panic down and tried to figure out where he was. A bright light was shining through a hole and into his eyes. He looked through it and saw snow.

That wasn't good.

The temperature was dropping fast, and XIII could feel himself weakening. Slowly, he felt around and discovered that he was encased in a pocket of fragmented stone except for the small hole. He tried pushing against the roof but it was too heavy for him. After a few moments of trying and failing to keep himself warm, he heard the sound of boots crunching against the snow. He looked through the hole and saw four silhouettes in the blinding white.

"Hey! Over here! I'm trapped in here. Get me out!" XIII shouted to the four figures he could see. He braced himself for the biting cold that would go right through his t-shirt and sweatpants.

He wasn't at the Benefactor's mansion. That's for damn sure.

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Alright, so here's my CS. It's same guy I had over on creative freedom.

XIII

Name: Unknown(Goes by XIII)

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: A version of Earth where the only difference was that some people have special abilities. The abilities are countless, but they always come with a drawback. An organization was created to remove these people with abilities from the world: Beschutzer, shortened to Bes

There was another organization that was created to protect these people. It is know as Wehren, These two organizations have been at odds with each other for years.

Are you a member of TRIDENT? No

Are you one of those seemingly normal people? No

Appearance:

XIII stands at about six feet tall. He has brown hair that goes down to the base of his neck on the side of his head that isn’t burnt. His body is covered in scars, the largest one being a Y-shaped scar that goes from each shoulder to the bottom of his ribcage. His namesake is in the form of a tattoo on the back of his left hand. Usually, he dresses in heavy clothing to keep him from getting any kind of chill. Unfortunately, he was sleeping when he was taken, so he is only wearing light clothing.

Abilities and skills: XIII has the ability to control, create, and not be harmed by fire. or extreme heat. However, the drawback to that ability is that the moment he gets cold, he can’t create, control or be immune to fire or extreme heat.

Combat wise, XIII is competent in hand to hand combat, and he can shoot a gun alright.

Strengths and Weaknesses: The ability to control fire can be quite useful in most situations, as well as not being able to be burnt. Anything he wears also seems to be immune to the fire. If he gets cold, he starts getting sick and is unable to control his abilities at all.

He is quite level headed, and it takes a lot for him to get angry. If he does get angry, pity the poor soul that did that.

He is also afraid of sudden fire he did not make or cannot control

History: XIII can’t remember anything prior to his captivity at a Bes holding facility. He was a part of a program that was to break the prisoners and force them to work for Bes. It would be labeled as a success considering the other twelve subjects were broken. XIII was the last holdout, and he would have broke as well had an extraction team from Wehren not freed him from his imprisonment.

After that, XIII joined an extraction team and helped rescue people being chased from Bes, or helped free them from holding facilities like the one that had held him. The last mission he was on, however was an utter failure. XIII and his crew were led into a trap by someone they thought of as an ally. This trap lead to the death of XIII’s close friends.

That wasn’t where it stopped, though. While they were able to rescue everyone from the facility that once held XIII, Their own facility was attacked during the mission. There were countless deaths. With no where to go, they went to the mansion of a man who helped fund Wehren.

It was during the night when he was torn across the rift.

Personality: XIII is a serious man, but that doesn’t get in the way of his dry sense of humour or the smart remarks he makes.