MusesFallFirst

And Now You Die!

"Do you know how lucky you are? You better god damn recognize!" The man's voice boomed through the crowd. The villain only known as "The End" hefted his anti-matter cannon as he readied for the next hero to do battle. "Come on Asyr! I'm WAITING!" The man seemed more interested at the sky then the rubble surrounding the battlefield. The bodies of several heroes littered the field. Some barely moving, scorch marks adorning their bodies. The lesser heroes weren't so lucky...

The End had come for one simple purpose, to kill Lady Asyr. The one title every villain had been itching for, he was going to do this! The police force could do nothing but set up barricades. Hopefully preventing anyone without powers from becoming another victim in the crossfire. It wasn't like the rest of the world didn't have a front row seat to the death anyways. He'd hijacked and broadcast his kills over every television, internet stream and radio in the hopes of drawing Asyr from her tower.

It worked....

There was a soft rustling, as if something too fast for most to see moved past them, before crashing down in front of the chaos. Lady Asyr, her royal blue cape fluttered in the breeze, casting a shadow across the fallen heroes as she looked over the scene.

Her hard gaze softened at the mindless violence. All this, just to get her attention...eyes turning towards The End. Her mouth clenching as she stepped towards the killer of heroes. "Why?" Her voice was soft, as she tried to believe even villains deserved to get a fair trial. She never pushed herself too hard, she never wanted to be a killer.

This man was changing the philosophy. She wanted to crush this man like he had just dispatched so many friends, allies, those who depended on her..

Her vision swept over this man, he had nothing special. Just a really large gun and some stupid armor.

She was not impressed.

There was a blink as Asyr's super-speed propelled her towards The End. Tearing the anti-matter cannon from his hands before slamming her foe into the concrete. The very ground shook as the very earth broke. Whirling the armored villain around, Asyr launched him into the closest building, the shockwave caused sent several abandoned cars skittering away from the building like leaves in the wind. Asyr felt her emotions take hold, she wanted to pummel this one into the ground, break every last bone in his miserable body,make him regret each life he stole!

He's getting back up?

The suit of armor slowly stood back up, Asyr didn't give him a chance to react. Rushing the monster again, grabbing him by the throat, both heroine and villain ascended to the heavens. Yet the recording continued as the view of the battle changed to behind the eyes of The End. Confusion turned to dread as bright red letters adorned the screen.

Self Destruct Initiated...

The explosion was a muffled pop, but to Asyr, it could have been a sun exploding. The heat was unbearable, she felt her body be thrown backwards from the robot. Falling back to the earth she willed herself to fly like she had so often before.

She kept falling...

Panic ensued as she realized her power of flight was gone! Crashing back to the earth hurt, more then she'd ever hurt before. Asyr slowly got to her feet, believing the threat was over at least, she had time to heal. A white-hot muzzle flash of the Anti-Matter cannon threw her across the battlefield. Stunned, Asyr looked about for the threat. The same suit of armor, she assumed to be the real villain chuckled as he hefted the cannon towards her.

"Bet that smarted a little more? How did losing the power of flight feel?" He discharged another round. Asyr tried to dash out of the way. The cannon blast caught her square on again. Sending her crashing to the ground. She tried to sputter a response, The End casually reloaded another round into the anti-matter gun before he replied.

"I'm sorry, you may have a little blood in your mouth. I'm guessing you're shocked about not being able to fly and your super speed down to half. You can thank my little robotic friend. I loaded him with a little something for you. A virus that is breaking down your powers, your body is no longer invulnerable..." He fired another round as Asyr got to her feet. "You no longer have super speed!" He blasted her again, the monitors displaying a morbid display as The End fired again, "Your powers are dying! Much like you! You know how long I dreamed of this!" He raised the cannon point blank to Asyr's head. Her bloodied hand raised up, begging him to stop...

"One day..."

The End tilted his head, almost interested in what she had to ask, Asyr slowly got to her feet. "Please..one day, let me be human for one day. We will meet here again in 24 hours. Then we can finish this..." Her breath was ragged, her body broken, she was barely able to stand.

The End lowered his anti-matter cannon before replying. "Fine...if you do not return here in one day. I will march across this city and I will burn it to the ground! I will not stop, I will not hesitate." He lifted Asyr by the front of her white costume, his face mere inches from the woman who the world thought was indestructible.

"One day, and then you die...." Dropping the broken body of Lady Asyr to the ground, The End walked away. Smirking before he departed, adding the insult to injury. "The virus did not just strip your powers. You will die within a day no matter what..."

Asyr said nothing as she struggled to her feet. She was quiet as she began to walk away from the fight. The crowds parted around the broken heroine. They all knew what happened, hell, the world knows what happened to her. She wanted to scream, cry, demand that this wasn't fair. She gave everything for this world!

Now they just stand by and whisper?

Pausing to breathe, Asyr realized that this wasn't fair to ask them to share this burden. They were scared, they were worried that the new heroes were on their own now. Her powers gone, her life in one day. Asyr couldn't fault them. They were human, they were weak, they were scared.

For one day, she'd be the same as those she fought so hard to protect, fragile, breakable, and human. Lady Asyr, hoping to keep some modicum of strength in front of the population, kept her poise as she walked away from the muffled crowds, she felt her steps faltering as she approached the closest alley. Finding her backpack, and civilian outfit she picked up the clothes, her hands, so strong, now trembled. For the countless times she'd saved the world, fought with every ounce of strength at her disposal, the lives she'd saved.

She will die alone...

"It's not fair." she muttered to herself.

24 HOURS REMAINING

And Now You Die!

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To everyone else who still needs to get their CS's up, feel free to do that when you got the time. I'm going to begin the IC. (Not much extra from the OOC but still!)

I'll be throwing up Asyr's CS today too, since I'm sure people will be seeking her out for her final day.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Reeza is updated a little more, may toss a sketch if I can convince myself of that this morning!

Blood Act~ Lore /CS Thread

UserName: MusesFallFirst

Character name: Aeripthyx "Pyx" Felisa

Age: 25

Mageblood type: Clima

Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy

Previous Magic training: Few simple tricks, "hopping" by manipulating air to launch herself. Pushing small objects, using her air magic to force the occasional lock open.

Race: Snow Elf



Appearance: A short elf, even by her people's standards. She has her hair tied back in two rather funny bulbous pink pigtails.

Short Bio: Aeripthyx "Pyx" Felisa, was born to Snow Elf nobles. Which for most meant a life of luxury, privilege and all her desires would be met without question. This idea lasted up to the point where “Pyx” (Her name of choice when not dealing with her family or when it would get her out of an arrest!) decided it was much more fun to see what world existed beyond her family’s ancestral home. She found the world outside to be much different than what luxury’s found inside.

Of course her noble blood decreed she must be calm, and refined, and blah blah blah. That got boring fast! Her curiosity of the world overtook her family name. This resulted in Pyx creating her own “adventures,” often ending in property damage and the royal guards bringing a rather excited snow elf back home again. When her Clima blood awoke, her family kept the newfound magic quiet, their child being a mage was bad enough, but to have a Aeromancy mageblood was shameful.

Pyx felt otherwise, the ability to “hop”, by launching small pockets of air gave her the ability to explore and adventure even farther then before! She became more interested in the outside world, often leaving for weeks at a time. Returning with various “trophies” of her adventures.

It was after a rather unfortunate incident as a Noble gathering to impress another family that Pyx learned she was to be married off, and her adventuring days would be over. “That will never do!” Pyx decreed as she decided it was time to go on her next great adventure. This resulted in Pyx attempting to sneak out of a skylight, and ending in a truffle cake, upsetting the family she was to be married off to and a new rather unfortunate political incident.

This resulted in her family deciding she was to gain a better use of her mageblood. The healer mentioned a Twilight College, where Pyx could get a better grasp of her powers. Deciding that she should maybe take the offer of learning more of her mageblood, alongside being chained in the carriage that took her to Twilight, Pyx found herself being taken to her new home.

She wasn’t that upset to be honest, she was finally free of that stuffy hole in the middle of nowhere! She could adventure, find new things to make trophies, and have fun!

Pyx comes off as a bit of a prankster, due to her family's previous habits of bailing her out when she gets into trouble. She rarely has had to face the consequences of her actions.

Deeper down, her actions are to prove that she isn't like them. She wants to be her own elf, to prove she will leave a footprint on the world. Instead of just sitting on a fancy chair while people needed help! Or sometimes things needed to be "borrowed" often these items find themselves into the hands of people who honestly need them. When Pyx first started to adventure, she realized not everyone lived as easily as she did. People struggled with food, money, homes, why her family didn't just help confused the poor elf. So this began her habit of leaving stray items for those people, she couldn't change lives, but a good meal! That was nothing for the "super sneaky" elf!

Pyx just makes sure that nobody knows it was her! She had a reputation as a royal pain in the butt to keep up!

Good Attributes: Quick, able to appraise any situation to cause the most mischief in the shortest period of time. Talented pickpocket. Loyal, if someone can tolerate her long enough to make friends with the tiny elf.

Pyx believes she's fearless, not to be a hero, or to prove anything. She simply believes being afraid means she can't experience everything the world has to offer!

Bad Attributes: Her complete and utter lack of seeing the after-effects of her pranks. Greedy, if she can take it as a trophy, she may try to. Short attention span to her studies.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Pyx has been updated. :D

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Chev, yes, you can have a 2nd hero/bad guy, no worries there!!

All new CS's, approved!!

On that note, Another, you take the prize for most interesting reaction to Asyr's death!! Good job! ...now I'm going to back away slowly...

IC will be going up in the morning! Thank you again everyone!

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Hey. Just dashing off to a life drawing class. Think of the story starting just after The End gives Asyr 24 hours to live. So she is still alive. With a 24 hour timer

Read new cs shortly! Bye

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Chev, approved
Arg, as per our PM, approved
Lucius...do I even have to say it? lol, welcome to the story :) Nice to have a familiar face!

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Divine Darkness said
Scheduled to work a 12hr shift today & tomorrow, but will try to get my character as soon as possible.@MusesFallFirst, will it be possible for PC civilians to maybe gain powers and/or become heroes or villains in the game?

Of course :) Feel free to rock an origin story !

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: MusesFallFirst

Character name: Pylia Keltafer

Age: 32

Mageblood type: Lux

Favoured Magic Class: (Vitalimancy

Previous Magic training: Simple healing spells taught by the temple

Race: Human

Appearance:

Short Bio: Pylia grew up in the Hope’s Temple, a rather quaint temple found in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t know much about her past before Hope, the priests found her while tending to the wounded of a neighboring town. She was a small child, crying in the house of a razed house around the bodies of several bandits that were torn to shreds by an unknown mage. The first Sister of Hope's Temple to connect to the child was Mother Hynas. An elderly woman, no children of her own offered to raise the child as a sister of their order. If they knew what was housed inside the child, and the bandits were part of a ritual involving the young girl. They would have slain the child, or left her back in the razed home.

The priests taught her the ways of Hope, to be patient, kind, to forgive and embrace all. Pylia grew up with these ideas. Often offering to help before the other children, taking to the chores simply to be helpful. When new children arrived at the temple, Pylia was always there to help greet and get them used to the ways of the temple. Mother Hynas noted Pylia was sometimes a little too helpful, taking on responsibilities of the other children. The elders noted Pylia's warmth was something remarkable considering the child's bloody past.

When her mageblood awoke for the first time as a Lux. The priests embraced this as a sign, that Pylia could tend to the wounded. That they could use magic to tend to the wounded that bandages and medicine couldn’t cure. She was taught a few simple healing spells, giving her a chance to adventure out with the group known as Hope’s Light. The fact that Hope now possessed a Lux healer, gave them additional resources. Including expansions to the Temple, allowing them to take in more affected by the arrival of the demons.

Pylia, eager to please her family took to this role with determination. The Priestess and company began to move from town to town, healing those in need. For the first time, Pylia had seen the world outside her temple. It was dark, miserable, desolate, and she was healing one person at a time.

This made a difference, right?

Pylia felt something inside her that was different, a dislike for those who injured innocent lives, an emotion Pylia was always careful to never show to the others. The more she tried to bottle her emotions up, the more they seemed to corrupt her view of the others. Soldiers, villiagers, even the priests she befriended, she felt herself drawing away from those she cared deeply for. When news passed of Mother Hynas passing, Pylia felt her connection to the temple beginning to fade. For the first time in Pylia's life, she considered leaving the Temple.

Months passed, and Pylia withdrew from the others on their journey. Often confining herself to study while the others prayed. Late at night, while pouring through her books. Pylia began to hear something whispering from the dark, spidery words that seemed to just scratch at the corners of her mind. Was she sick? Was this part of her mageblood?

Pylia began to research more into her mageblood, effects of her pushing her magics too hard. Yet nothing spoke of this curse. Her studies were eventually cut short, a holy order to tend to a plague in a distant town came from the elders. While travelling to this town, bandits heard news a woman who’s value outweighed the lives of some stuffy priests that carted her like some holy relic. An unguarded, vitalimancer, a woman who could keep their ranks tended to. In more ways then considered noble. Resulting in an attack by several members of the bandit'swho proceeded to slaughter Pylia’s family.

As they approached Pylia, she felt the venom and hatred reach out from the shadows. That these bandits saw her as property, to use for their needs, but what about the priests of Hope. Were they no better?

“Do you want to die here?”

Pylia was frightened, that was her voice. But it was darker, angry, sharp. She spoke to the darkness.

“I want to live, I need to help people…”

The voice laughed, with that, the darkness surrounded Pylia. A woman stood before her, It was a reflection of Pylia, but it’s like she came back wrong. A woman with clawed hands, her face was not her’s, it was sharp, unnaturally sharp. She reached a clawed hand to the healer.

“Then take my hand, you will live to see the morning, this I promise…” Nervously, Pylia took the womans hand, her entire world faded away to blade. The last image she saw was this woman’s smiling face.

Pylia awoke the next day, the bodies of the bandits surrounding her. Pylia’s snow white robes were bloodied. Her hands caked with dried blood, the bodies of the closest bandit’s were slashed by what could only be claws. Images of the woman’s hands flashed through her mind.

In a panic, Pylia quickly left. She withdrew from the world. Afraid of what she could do, afraid of the woman with the cold eyes and sharp edges. Still, the rumors of a healer lead the desperate for her aid. They found Pylia still doing what she could, as if she was trying to atone for her past misdeeds.

While tending to a sick child, the news of a Snow Elf who was being shipped to a Twilight College reached her ears.

Could they help her? If she gained a better grasp of her mageblood, could she keep the other half buried in shadows?

With that, the last Priestess of Hope’s light began her journey…

Good Attributes: Patient, understanding, kind to a fault. Believes in the goodness of everyone, regardless of their attributes, past, or misdeeds. Has a strong knowledge of medicine. Always concerned with the well-being both mentally and physical of those about her.

Bad Attributes: Afraid of her own power, aware of the darkness inside and refuses to acknowledge or embrace it. Naive to less then honorable intentions of the world around her. Trusting all who come to her at their word.

Secret Word: Rebith