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His soul mate Fitz seemed to be in a little bit of awe when he said,
“This is some straight up Frankenstein crap you got going on here Jeannot.”

Jeannot laughed a bit sarcastically, “Dr. Frankenstein did the guess work of a child! I on the other hand am an ethereal-physicist who conducts legitimate science! No guess work only experimentation here.”

Eventually the process finished and the body was ready for a trial. Before Jeannot could react Fitz spoke,

“Wait, Jeannot.” Fitz slowed his mind and it gave Jeannot an otherworldly calming sensation. “Remember what happened last time? The body was destroyed. Can’t we test this body somehow? See if it will work?”

“ Do you really take me for a fool? I thought the Frankenstein comment was a joke! If you remember I said this body might work out but it’s just as likely that it will explode like before. I was just about to ask you to hook up some electrodes to the body so we could monitor the fluctuation of spiritual presence. The body is without question strong enough to house your aura but it needs to be tuned to your personal specifications, if it doesn’t explode first. Also I’ve blown this lab up enough times to know that a triple polycarbonate ballistic glass shield was a good investment. If you wouldn’t mind flipping that red switch over there for me sir.”

Jeannot indicated this with his mind. A very thick glass-looking shield would lower, with the muted hissing of hydraulic fluid, covering the area surrounding the freshly printed body.

“With that we will only lose this one station. There are others don’t worry. Now! If you could hook those wires to the body we can get started!”
The Story Master

The dark one spoke of his formation and his eventual creation of humanity and the stars and great beasts and all that is. Tyros knew only one God that had done all these things so he doubted most sincerely this flame-haired being was all that he said he was. However despite his doubt he could tell that the being was indeed powerful and likely ancient if it had ties to the amulet. He was careful to display only minor levels of awe upon his face. He dared not question the dark one, Halcyon’s tale.

Halcyon sighed, "You are a polite man, and I enjoy that. I can sense purity and kindness in your heart, and a desire to help others and I respect that. I am sure that you will be able to control the power of the Stones of the Hero... Speaking of which, how exactly did you come into possession of this artifact?"

"Thank you O’ Great Halcyon!" Tyros was truly ecstatic to hear this! "I have long sought to understand its power. It was my uncle who truly found the artifact. He was a great man. In my home realm, earth, he was a scholar and he raised me for a number of years. He studied archeology and mythology on paper, but truthfully he studied magical beings and artifacts. He would travel the world and return home with the most extraordinary things. I occasionally ventured with him. On our last expedition together we traveled to a remote jungle to locate a lost temple. The temple had a strange presence about it. We felt this before we even saw where it was. The entire structure was made invisible and we likely would not have found it if it were not for the over growth settled atop it, which seemed to be suspended in the air. In the depths of the temple at its very center we found the amulet. I was truly in awe at its beauty and so was my uncle; he had an almost mad grin across his face. He told me that I could have the honor of climbing the pedestal and retrieving it. But, he warned I must not touch the amulet with bare skin. I was foolish. I climbed up to where it rested and I stood and stared at it. A beautiful blue glow emanated from it. I was entranced. As if it were calling out to me I took a firm hold of it, ignoring my uncles warning, and I held it up in all its glory and suddenly I was gone from my realm, my beloved family, and all I once knew. I was thrust to another dimension and after that I was terrified to remove the amulet in hope that it might one day return me to my home. After many countless dimensional travels and after many years I ended up here in the crossroads. Only once did I ever think to remove the amulet from around my neck… But I was too late. Even now I feel rather nude without it about my neck…"
Nieet

Still oblivious to the danger Nieet walked on. She was vaguely aware of a commotion in the street but she was far more concerned with the idiot yelling at her. Who the hell does he think he is? She thought, He sure as hell better have a hammer!

Small wagons, bikes, and even large beasts managed to avoid her, or her them, but a massive truck soon barreled straight towards her without the slightest indication of evasive action. Suddenly she felt something grop at her chest, hard. They were like metal claws. She looked on them horrified. All she had time to think was, What the Fu… Before the claws cinched down on her bosoms and yanked hard pulling her out of the street. She landed harshly on her hands and knees. She head some sort of chuckling coming from the idiot who yelled at her. It must have been him!

Nieet was still not fully aware of the physiological change that she was undergoing but it was well underway. Had she not been changing she would easily have been pulled out of the street only to land on her head leaving her unconscious. While currently the change made her less aware of danger it also left her notably stronger. She was not exactly surging with power at this point but certainly she had the strength of five or six times her own average. Her average strength was noteworthy even before the change began.

Nieet stood on her feet. If the claws were still clinging to her breasts she would pry them loose and scowl. “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” She would scream. Then she would stomp to the idiot and if not meet with resistance she would slap him across the face. With her current strength it would knock out a lesser man; but with a greater man, boy would it sting!
“Do you have any fucking decency at all!?!?! GET ON YOUR KNEES AND APOLOGIZE!!!”
The Story Master

“Mayhaps, weakling.” Were the words that touched his mind in response. The dark one’s mind felt like a dismal void and it chilled Tyros. But dispite the darkness there was mingled with it a strange sense of compassion, it felt like a frigid velvet. “They offer great power to the wielder. I am not sure your frail body could handle it… But I can hear the desperation in your voice. And I am a gentle, kind god.” This made Tyros uneasy. He had run into a number of haughty beings fancying themselves to be gods but they usually met themselves at an unfortunate end. But The Story Master would play along if it meant learning what secrets the amulet holds.

“I will teach you, in return for two favors; One, you must tell me who you are, where you are from, and why you have these stones. The second favor, I will tell you in good time. So, good man, there is no time like the present. Who are you?”

Tyros would do most things to achieve this goal. So he said,

“Of course! Anything! Thank you Flame-haired.” The Story Master responded unable to quell his initial excitement. “You see, I am but a gentle man of humble beginnings. I am bold yet lowly and as you said weak. I have loved many and lost much. I am prone to wonder. I am nothing great, though many have called me so. I am the one who tells tales. I am the one who fights for what is good and righteous. I am he who would defend the weak. I am the hopeful romantic. I am the one that the children all call The Story Master. I am Tyros Artrems, the swordsmen bard.” He was filled with emotion at the notion of ending his long quest. “That is all that I am dark one. Lowly as I surely am in comparison to you, may I ask who you might be?”
Nieet was never very fond of traffic laws and rarely obeyed them and was certainly not one for self-preservation. However something was off. It would seem to any observing her that she was not fully aware of the danger she was in nor did she seem to be doing anything about it. It would seem that way because it was very true. Nieet was undergoing a serious physiological change that she could not exactly feel it but the change did have its side-effects. One such side-effect currently left her with a very warped sense of spatial awareness. She could not, for the literal life of her, tell that she was in danger and was only vaguely aware of the bustling street she was in the middle of.

She did however notice a shady looking character shouting at her, “You! Crazy lady! Come here, I can help you!”

She shouted back at him enthusiastically, “Shut up dick-wad! No body yells at me! I’m coming over there but you better have a sledge hammer!!!”

Nieet would being walking briskly across the street. And no amount of danger would motivate her to stop. She would make it to the other side or die trying…
"Here is your iced coffee with... eight sugars... and cherry syrup..." The woman at the counter had a dumbfound look on her face as she held the coffee out to the girl. The barista had on a black apron and a tacky black visor. Everything about the woman holding the coffee and the cheap franchise she worked at irritated the girl, except the coffee itself of course. The girl took the coffee as the barista said, " That will be $3.25."

A look of disgust shot across the girl's face. Her voice was elevated and venomous,

"Bitch please! I don't pay for coffee, I don't pay for anything! I'll bet you screwed it up anyway!" The girl picked up her sledge hammer from where it leaned against the counter and walked out the door. The handful of customers as well as the employees where speechless. The few standing between her and the door quickly got out of the girl's path. Just outside the door she paused to look up at the sky and took a sip of her coffee. It was just the way she liked it. She took a deep breath, set her hammer down so that it stood straight up, and carefully set her coffee on top of the handle to balance. From a pocket in her skirt she pulled out a smart phone and tapped the music app which began to play Teenagers by All American Rejects. She grabbed the coffee and hammer took a couple of steps then raised the hammer above her head with one hand and began to destroy all the glass widows in the front of to store. Between swings she would take a sip of the coffee and relished every blissful second. The patrons inside cowered a bit and some called the police. And it made her grin with sardonic glee.

After finishing off the windows she took a stroll towards the docks and had a seat on a bench by the water underneath the evening sky. She had a dreamy look on her face as she sipped her coffee and watched the the sunset play its melancholy glow atop the waves.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder struck right next to help with a quick flash of blue light.

She threw her hands up to cover her ringing, aching ears, spilling the last bit of her coffee.

When she recovered her sight and a bit of her hearing she realized there was a man sitting next to her. She jumped at the sight of him both mad and startled.

"What the hell?!" She screamed at the man still covering her ears.

He was in a stylish wool coat and jeans. He sat with his head nearly between his legs looking as though he vomit.

He turned towards her with some effort and just stared at her with a grimace of pain across his face. She kicked him square in the stomach and then the man proceeded to hurl and then passed out. He fell off the bench and she prodded him with her steel toed boot and when he didn't move she relieved him of his wallet and cell phone.

Blue and red lights flashed in the waning light and police sirens blared and she took off running in the opposite direction with hammer in hand, leaving the man lying in his own vomit.

She didn't get far before running out of breath. She did hate running. So turned to fight what ever the officers could dish out. Two officers got out of the squad car, one with a gun in hand. One yelled for her to drop her hammer. She gripped it tighter. They approached her from right and left, warning her again to lower her weapon. The officer holding his gun was a step ahead of the other in their slow approach and the other pulled out a tazer.

She was willing to bet her sweet ass that the one holding a gun wouldn't fire on a cute young girl so she lunged at him and thrust the head of the hammer in his rather large gut. Immediately after, ever muscle in her body went painfully tense and she froze and fell to the ground. She was read her rights and arrested on a handful of charges.

After a few boring hours in a communal cell someone shockingly bailed her out.

It was the man who appeared on the bench. He had changed his clothes but still smelled of vomit. They returned her belongings (minus the sledge hammer) and released her. The vomit scented man was waiting on the other side and she cautiously followed him out. Outside of the station he turned and demanded, " Give me my phone!"

She responded with a quick "Hell no!" and a stomp to the top of his foot. And she proceeded to run from him while he nursed his foot. She made it a solid city block before turning the corner and running straight into someone. She fell backward to the ground. "Who the hell... do... you..." Was all she could get out when she looked up to see the same man she just ran from right in front of her.

"Give me the phone!" His tone was more serious but less loud this time.

She was more than a bit baffled. All she could think to say was, "Who are you?"

A grin appeared on his face and he seemed pleased to have finally got her attention and he said, "They call me the time traveler." He looked quite satisfied with himself.

She kicked him in the testicles. And he fell to the ground in a great deal of pain. She pulled out the phone and pressed the power button. A greenish circle lite up in the middle on the screen and the man attempted to complain but he couldn't breath. She kicked him again, this time in ribs. She turned her attention back to the phone and a laser looking ray of light scanned her eyes. She dropped the phone, startled, and kicked the man again.

"That better not give me cancer!" She yelled at him and picked it back up. This time it spoke to her,

"Hello Nieet."

"How does it know my name?!" She demanded, a bit creeped out now.

Yes stared at what looked like a normal smart phone and said, "Phone?"

It responded, "Yes Nieet?"

She was excited now. "Can you take me back in time?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With your Time Travel Pro app of course."

"Oh, or course! How stupid of me!" She said sarcastically. Now she was getting excited. She had nothing keeping her here why not do a little traveling.

So she asked, "Could you do me a favor Phone?"

"Of course Nieet, what can I do for you?"

"Could you open the time travel thing and take me back in time?"

The man on the ground gave an exasperated moan in protest, he was still in a deal of pain and had not caught his breath.

"Certainly. What period of time would you like to travel to?"

Another pitiful sound came from the man who still held his genitles with one hand while he tried to reach for the phone with the other. She kicked him in the ribs once more.

"Why don't you surprise me Phone? I'm feeling rather plucky right now." She said this while grinning cynically at the man writhing on the ground.

"As you wish Nieet." There was a short pause then Nieet saw the colorful logo for the Time Travel Pro app displayed on the screen. The phone then said, "Opening app... Initiating travel sequence... Setting date for 1751... Warning configuration error!" The screen emitted flashing red lights with the word Warning displayed in 3-D.

"What the hell Phone?" She turned to the man, nearly hysterical. "What is this?!"

The grimace of pain on his face turned into an uncomfortable grin.

A blue light crackled like electricity from the phone and before she could do anything Nieet here a clap of thunder and her stomach lurched forward and her in her skin she felt a cold prickling sensation and her head spun in every direction and all she could see was a white blue light. Suddenly she felt that she was falling. She dropped the phone and grabbed blindly in front of her. Her right hand made contact with what felt like a metal railing and she grabbed at it frantically. She hung to the railing with her feet dangling beneath her. She couldn't see clearly but she could tell where ever she was was poorly lit. She smelled something foul that burned her nostrils and throat when she breathed. There was a heat radiating up towards her from somewhere below. Her sight slowly returned and she saw a metal cat-walk, the guard railing of which she clung to. It appeared to be a factory of some sort. It was dimly lit by some green glow. She noticed that the phone ended up on on the edge of the cat-walk just out of her reach. It looked as though it was about to fall of the edge. She glared at it furiously and asked, "Phone?"

It lit up and responded, "Yes Nieet?"

"I fucking hate you!"

The phone's light dimmed almost completely off, "I'm sorry Nieet..."

"Pitiful!" Was her only response. She looked down and saw a massive vat of a glowing green liquid directly beneath her maybe thirty feet below.

She carefully reached up with her left hand for the top of the railing. It was cold and wet with some gel but she gripped it tightly and pulled herself up slowly. It was no good her hand slipped and she fell jerking the cat-walk with began bouncing slightly from the sudden movement. She held the grip of her right hand but it was slipping. "Stupid future guy." She mumbled out loud before she lost her grip and fell into the vat. She closed her eyes peacefully her long pigtails flowing in front of her face she held the arm that lost its grip before her and she plunged into whatever the glowing liquid was, her hand was the last part of her to disappear. The phone fell from the catwalk just after Nieet was fully submerged. Before it sank it spoke, "Configuration error resolved... Initiating travel sequence... Date set for 1751... Transporting in: 3, 2, 1... Warning contamination breech!"

A spark emitted from the phone and grew until it engulfed much of the liquid in the vat. Then A loud clap of thunder was heard.

Nieet once again felt strange sensations and her head spun.

What the hell?! She thought once it was over. She was lying on what felt like wet dirt. Her vision was gone again but she heard a bustle of people. She was still covered in the glowing green stuff. She could feel the sun overhead. She wiped her eyes clean and the first thing she saw was a wooden sign that read the Old Boar's Inn. She was feeling kind of thirsty. So she got up and noticed the phone lying on the ground. She was still mad at it but picked it up any way. With a sigh she turned to walk into the inn... Then she paused and screamed, "Where the fuck is my hammer?! I can’t walk around in broad daylight without a hammer!”
She was likely drawing attention to herself in the middle of the street where she stood as her tone was loud, exasperated, and unreserved. “Ughhh! Stupid f-ing human garbage future guy!” She threw her arms down and stomped around a bit. She was still dripping wet with the green liquid she was submerged in. Looking at the phone in her hand she realized that it was also to blame. She pulled it close to her face and screamed louder than before, “PHONE!!!”
It responded in a stuttering and broken electric sort of voice, “Y-Y-Y-Yes N-Nieet?”
“Find me a hammer! A big one!”
“Yes N-N-Nieet.” Strange patterns of light flashed on the screen and the phone chimed, “Processing-ing-ing-ing… T-There appe-e-ears to be an arms dealer a-a-a few blocks from your c-c-current lo-lo-lo-location.”
Nieet turned to her right and began walking.
“The d-dealer is i-in the other d-d-direction N-N-Nieet.”
“Shut up Phone!” She her volume a bit lower now. “I go wherever I want!” Her voice became sarcastic and she asked mockingly, “What the hell is wrong with you anyway? You can’t handle getting a little wet?”

If she was left unchecked Nieet would wonder around looking for a sledge hammer until she found one. She would likely circle around to change direction, doubling back toward the supposed arms dealer. But she would take her time doing so to make it seem that she wanted to go the way she started out and to spite the phone.
Name: Nieet I. Nightingale
Race: Human
Gender:Female
Age:17

Height/Weight: 5’ 11” / 135lbs
Body build: Tall and lean, proportionately built
Hair: Long and thick, when let down it reaches to her lower back. She usually wears it in pigtails done high and back.
Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Skin color: White, on the fair side it shimmers a bit in light (similar to but not as drastic as Twilight vampires)
Eye/Iris color: Purple
Notable Features: Physically attractive, rather cute. A bad attitude and a rude sarcastic tone. She is always defensive and offensive at any one moment. Due to Alexandria’s Genesis a rare genetic mutation she has purple eyes, far greater than average vision (like 20/40 or 20/50), shimmering fair burn resistant skin, a crazy fast metabolism, an unbelievable immune system, no menstrual cycle, and no body hair other than on her head.

Clothing Description:
She wears tall brown leather lace up copper toed boots, teal crocheted gators, a floppy gray skirt just above the knee with spandex shorts underneath, a teal blouse, and a tight white leather with gray trim and buttons. She also wears a titanium chastity belt that could only be opened on the night of her wedding; 'caus magic.

Equipment:
A strange phone stolen from “some future guy.” The phone is a Samsung Limitless S 7 released in 2351 about 50 years after the destruction of what we know as the internet, destroyed by a naturally occurring emp that rendered all computer networking impossible. Also during a time where petty crime is legal on a rather crowded Earth. It is filled with all her favorite girly metal, pop punk, Kpop, Jpop, and some choice mainstream music. It is also loaded with some modern and futuristic apps which include:

Camera app - Utilizes the phone’s built in Nikon Omni Cam. Features include: 25 megapixel rendition, 800mm zoom, x-ray and organic tissue scanner, and thermographic display. All included to create lasting memories to be displayed in any format!
Planet Trek Lite – Utilizes minor electromagnetic topographical imagery to create fairly detailed geographic map systems that can be displayed in 2d or in hologram.
Tap-Tap Surgeon – A fun and interactive way find out what ails you! You can diagnose anything from gonaria to compound fractures! Make all your friends green with envy by changing your profile pic to a full body skeletal x-rayed selfie! Worried about your doctor’s scruples? Well fret no more! Now you can nail ‘em with a male practice suit thanks to Tap-Tap Surgeon! -Warning- Tap-Tap Surgeon cannot replace your primary physician, surgeon or routine medical attention.

Weapons:
These are weapons I want her to have but she does NOT currently have them in the Crossroads.

-M48 style axe with a 4’ reinforced koa wood shaft.
-Sledge hammer, slightly elongated handle.

History:

"Here is your iced coffee with... eight sugars... and cherry syrup..." The woman at the counter had a dumbfound look on her face as she held the coffee out to the girl. The barista had on a black apron and a tacky black visor. Everything about the woman holding the coffee and the cheap franchise she worked at irritated the girl, except the coffee itself of course. The girl took the coffee as the barista said, " That will be $3.25."

A look of disgust shot across the girl's face. Her voice was elevated and venomous,

"Bitch please! I don't pay for coffee, I don't pay for anything! I'll bet you screwed it up anyway!" The girl picked up her sledge hammer from where it leaned against the counter and walked out the door. The handful of customers as well as the employees where speechless. The few standing between her and the door quickly got out of the girl's path. Just outside the door she paused to look up at the sky and took a sip of her coffee. It was just the way she liked it. She took a deep breath, set her hammer down so that it stood straight up, and carefully set her coffee on top of the handle to balance. From a pocket in her skirt she pulled out a smart phone and tapped the music app which began to play Teenagers by All American Rejects. She grabbed the coffee and hammer took a couple of steps then raised the hammer above her head with one hand and began to destroy all the glass widows in the front of to store. Between swings she would take a sip of the coffee and relished every blissful second. The patrons inside cowered a bit and some called the police. And it made her grin with sardonic glee.

After finishing off the windows she took a stroll towards the docks and had a seat on a bench by the water underneath the evening sky. She had a dreamy look on her face as she sipped her coffee and watched the the sunset play its melancholy glow atop the waves.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder struck right next to help with a quick flash of blue light.

She threw her hands up to cover her ringing, aching ears, spilling the last bit of her coffee.

When she recovered her sight and a bit of her hearing she realized there was a man sitting next to her. She jumped at the sight of him both mad and startled.

"What the hell?!" She screamed at the man still covering her ears.

He was in a stylish wool coat and jeans. He sat with his head nearly between his legs looking as though he vomit.

He turned towards her with some effort and just stared at her with a grimace of pain across his face. She kicked him square in the stomach and then the man proceeded to hurl and then passed out. He fell off the bench and she prodded him with her steel toed boot and when he didn't move she relieved him of his wallet and cell phone.

Blue and red lights flashed in the waning light and police sirens blared and she took off running in the opposite direction with hammer in hand, leaving the man lying in his own vomit.

She didn't get far before running out of breath. She did hate running. So turned to fight what ever the officers could dish out. Two officers got out of the squad car, one with a gun in hand. One yelled for her to drop her hammer. She gripped it tighter. They approached her from right and left, warning her again to lower her weapon. The officer holding his gun was a step ahead of the other in their slow approach and the other pulled out a tazer.

She was willing to bet her sweet ass that the one holding a gun wouldn't fire on a cute young girl so she lunged at him and thrust the head of the hammer in his rather large gut. Immediately after, ever muscle in her body went painfully tense and she froze and fell to the ground. She was read her rights and arrested on a handful of charges.

After a few boring hours in a communal cell someone shockingly bailed her out.

It was the man who appeared on the bench. He had changed his clothes but still smelled of vomit. They returned her belongings (minus the sledge hammer) and released her. The vomit scented man was waiting on the other side and she cautiously followed him out. Outside of the station he turned and demanded, " Give me my phone!"

She responded with a quick "Hell no!" and a stomp to the top of his foot. And she proceeded to run from him while he nursed his foot. She made it a solid city block before turning the corner and running straight into someone. She fell backward to the ground. "Who the hell... do... you..." Was all she could get out when she looked up to see the same man she just ran from right in front of her.

"Give me the phone!" His tone was more serious but less loud this time.

She was more than a bit baffled. All she could think to say was, "Who are you?"

A grin appeared on his face and he seemed pleased to have finally got her attention and he said, "They call me the time traveler." He looked quite satisfied with himself.

She kicked him in the testicles. And he fell to the ground in a great deal of pain. She pulled out the phone and pressed the power button. A greenish circle lite up in the middle on the screen and the man attempted to complain but he couldn't breath. She kicked him again, this time in ribs. She turned her attention back to the phone and a laser looking ray of light scanned her eyes. She dropped the phone, startled, and kicked the man again.

"That better not give me cancer!" She yelled at him and picked it back up. This time it spoke to her,

"Hello Nieet."

"How does it know my name?!" She demanded, a bit creeped out now.

Yes stared at what looked like a normal smart phone and said, "Phone?"

It responded, "Yes Nieet?"

She was excited now. "Can you take me back in time?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With your Time Travel Pro app of course."

"Oh, or course! How stupid of me!" She said sarcastically. Now she was getting excited. She had nothing keeping her here why not do a little traveling.

So she asked, "Could you do me a favor Phone?"

"Of course Nieet, what can I do for you?"

"Could you open the time travel thing and take me back in time?"

The man on the ground gave an exasperated moan in protest, he was still in a deal of pain and had not caught his breath.

"Certainly. What period of time would you like to travel to?"

Another pitiful sound came from the man who still held his genitles with one hand while he tried to reach for the phone with the other. She kicked him in the ribs once more.

"Why don't you surprise me Phone? I'm feeling rather plucky right now." She said this while grinning cynically at the man writhing on the ground.

"As you wish Nieet." There was a short pause then Nieet saw the colorful logo for the Time Travel Pro app displayed on the screen. The phone then said, "Opening app... Initiating travel sequence... Setting date for 1751... Warning configuration error!" The screen emitted flashing red lights with the word Warning displayed in 3-D.

"What the hell Phone?" She turned to the man, nearly hysterical. "What is this?!"

The grimace of pain on his face turned into an uncomfortable grin.

A blue light crackled like electricity from the phone and before she could do anything Nieet here a clap of thunder and her stomach lurched forward and her in her skin she felt a cold prickling sensation and her head spun in every direction and all she could see was a white blue light. Suddenly she felt that she was falling. She dropped the phone and grabbed blindly in front of her. Her right hand made contact with what felt like a metal railing and she grabbed at it frantically. She hung to the railing with her feet dangling beneath her. She couldn't see clearly but she could tell where ever she was was poorly lit. She smelled something foul that burned her nostrils and throat when she breathed. There was a heat radiating up towards her from somewhere below. Her sight slowly returned and she saw a metal cat-walk, the guard railing of which she clung to. It appeared to be a factory of some sort. It was dimly lit by some green glow. She noticed that the phone ended up on on the edge of the cat-walk just out of her reach. It looked as though it was about to fall of the edge. She glared at it furiously and asked, "Phone?"

It lit up and responded, "Yes Nieet?"

"I fucking hate you!"

The phone's light dimmed almost completely off, "I'm sorry Nieet..."

"Pitiful!" Was her only response. She looked down and saw a massive vat of a glowing green liquid directly beneath her maybe thirty feet below.

She carefully reached up with her left hand for the top of the railing. It was cold and wet with some gel but she gripped it tightly and pulled herself up slowly. It was no good her hand slipped and she fell jerking the cat-walk with began bouncing slightly from the sudden movement. She held the grip of her right hand but it was slipping. "Stupid future guy." She mumbled out loud before she lost her grip and fell into the vat. She closed her eyes peacefully her long pigtails flowing in front of her face she held the arm that lost its grip before her and she plunged into whatever the glowing liquid was, her hand was the last part of her to disappear. The phone fell from the catwalk just after Nieet was fully submerged. Before it sank it spoke, "Configuration error resolved... Initiating travel sequence... Date set for 1751... Transporting in: 3, 2, 1... Warning contamination breech!"

A spark emitted from the phone and grew until it engulfed much of the liquid in the vat. Then A loud clap of thunder was heard.

Nieet once again felt strange sensations and her head spun.

What the hell?! She thought once it was over. She was lying on what felt like wet dirt. Her vision was gone again but she heard a bustle of people. She was still covered in the glowing green stuff. She could feel the sun overhead. She wiped her eyes clean and the first thing she saw was a wooden sign that read the Old Boar's Inn. She was feeling kind of thirsty. So she got up and noticed the phone lying on the ground. She was still mad at it but picked it up any way. With a sigh she turned to walk into the inn... Then she paused and yelled, "Where the fuck is my hammer?!"
The Soul Thief

Name: Jeannot Markos Boisvert, often referred to as The Soul Thief
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Height/Weight: 5' 9"
Personality/Interests: 170lbs

Appearance: Composed, clean shaved and slightly disheveled looking.

Details: Fairly handsome, rather grim and arrogant looking
Body build: Slender build, lean but a little muscle
Hair: Messy medium length
Hair color: Dark Brown
Skin color: White rather tan
Eye/Iris color: Reddish Green
Notable Features: He ALWAYS wears a Dark Grey scarf

Clothing Description: Usually wears gray skate shoes, pale green parachute capris (something between this and this), light gray tank shirt, a canvass backpack with leather trim, and ALWAYS a dark grey scarf. Sometimes wears aviator sunglasses and a pale green beanie hat with a black leather trim.

Equipment

Studies in Advanced Magic
(For equipment that needs to be better/more in-depth explained, it's better just to title it and then give the explanation... it makes your CS more tidy and more thorough ;)Like the way you did it below: what is this studies in etc etc? what is in it: spells, lessons on how to do spells, incantations, recipes for potions? etc etc.)

Spirit Housing Scarf:
A scarf that houses several generations of past soul magic masters all tethered to the scarf. These masters communicate spiritually/mentally with Jeannot and whomever else they please. They offer their guidance and wisdom in every decision he makes.

Weapon(s)

Unphysical Sever: A small knife with two blades. One blade is made solely of magic it looks to be made of shifting and shimmering light. The handle is black and in the shape of a sphere and at the other end there is a blade made of steel.

Talents/Abilities Thoroughly trained in the physics and science pertaining to magic, including biological engineering and "soul tethering". He is good at stopping, negating, lifting, expelling, and otherwise rendering many spells, curses and magics void. He is particularly good with magic of the soul, "summoning" or manifestation magics, and illusionary magic.

He is capable of "sensing" the souls of other to a fairly large range around him. This sense is aided by the Masters and he can feel the ambiguous nature and intentions of the souls he senses.

He is great at recon work as he can remove his own soul from his body with the unphysical severe binding it to the body. This is however rather dangerous because his body is left unconscious and susceptible to attack.

Spells

He conducts magic like a physicist. He prefers to use magic as a means of experimentation and manipulation of the physical world. He does however incorporate a bit of magic in his combat. Mostly in illusion and increasing his speed and accuracy.

History: (This is old history, right? Since he's from the Crossroads?)

Jeannot Boisvert was a very bright student in Valence, France. About a month into his second year at Lycée his physics professeur asked for assistance in a project he was working on. This professeur had become his good friend over his first year at the school and he was happy to oblige.

The day he was to help he met his professeur in his office after classes. The professeur sat at his desk in the rather small and dimly lit room, reading from a large and old leather-bound book. His normally cluttered desk was clear except for the book, a lamp, and a brilliant blue scarf that was laid out flat across the length of it. Jeannot loved to visit his office, it was a terrific mess. Each wall had selves full of books both very old and very new. Each shelf had trinkets and mementos from past students stacked next to, on top of, and between the countless books. Jeannot noticed something new each time he visited. The proffeseur looked up from his book as the student walked in.

"Ah, Jeannot my boy come in, come have a seat," said the taller old and graying man behind the desk.
"I have an unusual question for you Jeannot, but please humor me."

The boy nodded.

"Thank you," he said in an even tone. "Now, what do you know of magic?"

He was serious. The boy could tell from his voice and posture. But Jeannot could not help but looked confused. "I'm sorry sir I don't think I follow you," the boy said uncertainty written all over his face.

The professeur face grew insistent. "Real magic, what do you know of it?"

Still confused Jeannot answered, "Not much I guess Professeur, only what is written in fables and fairytales. Magic is fiction as far as I can tell."

Unsatisfied the professeur rose to his feet. "That is why I want your help my boy," he said with excitment rising in his voice. "I think those works of fiction are as real as anything you see in this room, maybe just a bit exaggerated thats all." "Magic is just science that has yet to have been explained, and without the sciences we have today the people of old just wrote these truths off as magic."

Now Jeannot understood. It was the professeur's passion for all things physics coming through here. "Of course sir I would have to agree with you." The old man was caught up in the excitement of his new project.

"Then come my boy, let go to the lab and get started!" Said the professeur with a good deal of enthusiasm. He picked up the scarf off the desk as the two walked out of the little office.

The physics lab was always rather cold. Jeannot shivered when the two entered the sterile feeling room. His professeur tossed him the scarf and he gratefully wrapped in around his neck.

"Are you familiar with they double slit experiment Jeannot?" Asked the professeur.

Jeannot nodded.

"What will be doing is trying measure levels of certain particles and then alter the positioning of those same particles by observation of a wave-function, in an experiment that expands upon the double slit."

The two spent a couple of hours setting up instruments to conduct the experiment. Once they began, a small unreal white light emitted from the instruments. It was beautiful, unlike anything Jeannot had ever seen. The light began to grow and take on a life of its own. The light rose to the ceiling and trailed slowly in circles round the room. With something in his hand the professeur raised his arm up to the light and it gathered at the end of his hand. He quickly gave it to the boy, "Here Jeannot, take this." What was in his hand looked like a knife made of light.

Jeannot was transfixed by it. The professeur then took the scarf off the boys neck and urged him to look at the strange thing of light through a tinted lens on the other side of the lab. Through the lens it was as if the light was green and it shimmered all the more. the professeur took the scarf and placed it on the counter beneeth the lens and said, "It looks like a knife doesn't it Jeannot?" Still in awe Jeannot nodded. The professeur smiled and said, "Try to cut the scarf with it, down its length like this," while he gestured at the scarf. "Oh! And after you do be sure to get take the book off my desk when you leave this evening." The boy nodded, dumbfounded, and cut at the scarf. But it did no damage. He turned to ask his professuer what it meant, but the old man was gone...[/i]

[b]Character Garbagey Garbage, Garbage:[b/]

Jeannot has a lab of secrets that is full of some of the most advanced technology available in the Highs. Including:

[b]The Spirit Transistor:[b/]
Much like a dual soul severe that is connected by a spiritual "cord" that can transfer a soul from one body to the next without the soul loosed. The soul is tethered to the transitor during the process and CANNOT by normal means be sent to the valley of the shadow of death during the transfer.

[b]Corpse Constructing Table:[b/]
Builds bodies from scratch using the base elements needed to do so. Works much like a 3D printer.
The Story Master

Name: Tyros Atrems, The Story Master
Race: Human
Gender:Male
Age:28

Height/Weight: 6' / 170lbs
Personality/Interests:
Very charismatic, passionate, and enthusiastic but he doesn't display much emotion; most people only see him happy, content, or angry.

Appearance:
Handsome, clean shaven, and well-kept the Master of Stories carries himself well. He is always presentable.

Details:
Body build: Healthy, Lean and muscular
Hair: Medium length thick hair
Hair color: Darker reddish brown
Skin color: White- Tan
Eye/Iris color: Green
Notable Features: Top hat and long maroon coat

Clothing Description:
Victorian style clothing, white ruffled tunic, black tweed trousers, black leather boots, long maroon tweed overcoat with black satin lapels, black cravat, gray scarf, black riding gloves, tall black top hat with a maroon hat band, brass-rimmed goggles. Copper pocket watch.

Equipment:
The Wreaths of Sentient Blades
Amulet of (invisible temple name here) - opens rifts through space and time
Whistles of summoning - given to him a dear friend who happened to be a conjurer (4 total)
Each whistle is magically bound by an element:
One of fire: Summons the great lyre-fox
One of air: Summons (insert name here) the dragon
One of water: No current designation
One of earth: No current designation
-Each whistle is capable of summoning a beast bound to it from any plain as well as containing a beast in suspended animation. In this suspension the beast is not conscious and does not age however if the whistle is destroyed while a beast is contained within it said beast would die.

Weapon(s):
The book of subjugation-
A mysterious book that The Story Master himself cannot read and he received it as a gift from someone who could not read it either. He does know its basic function, at the reciting of an incantation the book can absorb any magic attack and store and repel that attack with another incantation. But that is all he knows of the book.

Wreath of Sentient Blades - An array bladed weapons of various magical or technological power. Each blade is bound to the wreath with their consent. The blades can be removed from their binding should they choose and if the wreath's wielder consents. The wreath itself will protect the blades when invoked and on the battle field, from those who would seek to steal them or harm the blades or their wielder. Blades can be added as well but no more than twelve blades can be bound at any given time. The blades are housed in the Ring's Wreath and can wielded by invoking the ring. Each blade can be held or hover of its own accord by the magic of the wreath and the blade's will. The Wreath of Sentient Blades contains twelve swords currently:

1] Haizeal- an oversized berserker blade (buster sword) just heavy, with a magic jewel which holds stores of energy the sword has the magical affect to grant its wielder twice the strength their own limbs posses. -Human level intelligence-
2] Fusani - produces flames at it its own will. When this sword is released it is very hot, about 900 degrees Fahrenheit, the average temperature of a campfire, and grows exponentially as it is kept out of the wreath. Naturally, it gets hotter at a rate of about 10 degrees per every fifteen minutes. However, depending on the sword's emotions, it can get much hotter much faster. At its hottest, the sword can reach temperature of over 2000 degrees. At its hotter temperatures it would set fire to whatever it came in contact with. The sword can protect its wielder up from any harm that temperature would deal but the sword must do so consciously. In the event that the sword loses control of its emotions it becomes careless and would be unable to protect its wielder.-Greater level intelligence-
3] Yminger- The frozen dagger of Ymor Ymir's Son the first great leader of the Frost Giants and posses the soul of Ymir the First of Giants. The sword is made of a melding of steel and magic and is more ice than it is steel. Its blade is at least 0 degrees Fahrenheit but can reach temperatures of -200 degrees. The longer the sword is out of the wreath, the colder it gets. After five minutes of being released, touching the sword would freeze one's finger solid within 30 seconds. The colder it gets, it can begin to affect the weather. in the event that it was raining near by the sword it could start to snow. After a long time of being out it could make walls of ice from what ever it touched. Similar to the fire sword it would protect its wielder from the extreme temperatures. -Greater level intelligence-
4] The triple dagger- throwing daggers magically bound -Robotic like intelligence-
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7] Entangling Whelp- A short-sword that when plunged into the ground vines spring forth immediately growing from the sword. The sword must be wielded to produce vines and its wielder can manipulate them at will they start off weak but get stronger and produce more vines as time passes-Human level intelligence-
8] Brazen Light- a dagger made entirely of diamond with no hilt; emits a blinding light as soon as it is released from the wreath and does not stop until replaced.
9] Ji Zai- An enchanted Halberd that weighs approximately 5 ounces and when swung can create winds up to 40 or 50 mph winds-- looks similar with glowing green runes along the spine
10] Astrapez- A hand-and-a-half sword constructed in the Highs, a technological marvel the blade generates electricity -Robotic like intelligence-
11] Ma-jahiel- Known as the broken blade, the brother Of Haizeal, forged by the same master blacksmith, a reverse grip blade that increases the speed of its wielder (twice as fast) incredibly brittle and has been broken three times in battle -Child like intelligence-
12] Noxfein- A long granite sword that vibrates and causes earthquakes has a blunt sharpened edge, when wielded the wielder can manipulate earth (much like an earth bender) -Child like intelligence)

Talents/Abilities:
He has a knack for anything he tries. The greatest story teller alive, he is incredibly charismatic. Nicknamed the charmer of dragons. It has been said that he has charmed his way into royal courts and high councils. He is honorable in this way and he only tells the truth; he just tells it better than any other living person. He is a sort of collector of magical artifacts.

Spells:
The weather changes wherever he is depending on his mood. This is due to a spell once cast on him by a witch he once fought.
Emotions effects:
Anger - Thick, heavy fog,get heavier the angrier he gets
Happiness - Sunshine
Sorrow - Snow, falls slow but heavy at a rate of about a foot per hour or two
Nostalgia - Rain, thunder shower

History:
The rain fell heavy over London’s grey streets as he walked up the stairs of the imposing manor. His uncle was well off and he knew that much but the size of this place was far more than a simply professor could afford. If his uncle lived here why were he and his family nearly homeless? He grasped the ordinate knocker and rapped on the door three times. A few minutes passed and his uncle swung the door wide opened.
“Tyros my boy!” The large graying man engulfed Tyros in a firm embrace. An unusually long embrace... When his Uncle finally released him he was in tears.
"I had no idea my dear sister was struggling so, and for so long. I wish she had contacted me sooner."
The large man let loose a great wailing.
"I sent aid to you family this morning, they will be well from now on. And I will provide you with a proper education my boy."

Tyros could not believe his ears. Tears welled in his eyes as well; his family would be okay. The two embraced again and wept there for a long while.

His uncle was an influential professor of archeology and mythology the University of Oxford. And over the next two years Tyros was giving the best instruction in academics and etiquette money could offer.

One day when his uncle returned from a business trip and he called him into his study to show him something. The windows were shuddered and atop his old cedar desk sat a cage covered with a tarp. His uncle gestured him to remain silent and to come closer.
His uncle slowly removed the cover to reveal a small mammal looking creature. The creature woke from a slumber. Lifting its head it yawned, and stood to stretch. As it stretched a pale blue light began to light the room. The light was radiating off the small beast and slowly grew brighter until the animal was covered in it. Like a pale blue flame it radiated and flickered all over its body as if the beast was on fire. The whites of its eyes glowed. It was the most amazing thing the boy had ever seen; he was speechless. He just stared in awe.
"It's a Lyrefox," said his uncle.

Every few weeks his uncle would leave for business and return with some new wonder mostly artifacts of magical nature.

When Tyros was 11 years old his uncle was visited by a rather peculiar old colleague. The colleague was frantic at his arrival. After a few days into his visit he calmed down but from the moment he arrived he begged Tyros' uncle to venture somewhere with him urgently. Eventually his uncle conceded to the trip under the condition that Tyros could accompany them as well. So the three of them left the next week.

They were guided to a jungle uninhabited and wild. Deep within it his uncle's colleague had found a temple that he swore was invisible. When they reached the sight that he pointed out they saw vegetation growing up in the shape of what looked to be a ziggurat, but there was nothing holding the vegetation up. The three of them went inside through what looked like thin air. But inside they found a temple of immense size and beauty. It was ancient, Tyros could not even imagine how old the structure must be.

The party crept ever deeper into the temple until they arrived at it's center. There they found an amulet with a large gray stone resembling a diamond set inside it. The amulet gave off a dull light; it rested upon a type of altar in heart of the temple. The three marveled at it's beauty. Tyros was entranced. And his uncle could tell.
"You may it take Tyros, consider it a prize for your efforts thus far."
Smiling in gratitude and surprise Tyros slowly reached for the amulet. As soon as his fingers came in contact with it he felt a strange burning sensation in every vain in his body. That was the last thing he remembered.
He woke in a grassy plain. He was confused and every inch of his body was sore. He could barely see straight. He just lied there for a long while. When he gathered a bit of strength he pushed himself up trying to remember what had happened and where he was. He looked around and all he saw for miles was an empty grassy plain. Then he saw something he did not believe or understand. Far from him on the horizon was a massive black structure. Whatever it was it was many times bigger than any of the many mountains he had ever seen.

Born in America in the Victorian era to an impoverished family, he was went to England at the age of 11 to take work under a well-to-do maternal uncle to support his family. His Uncle was an eccentric professor of archaeology and mythology. Our Story Master worked in the library of the university, his uncle was in charge of all incoming books and artifacts. His uncle took him to all excursions and research trips he went on. He found out quickly why his uncle was so eccentric. The young story master was exposed to a side of the world that was thought to be fictitious. He saw magic and myth very real before his eyes. He lived out fairy tales and fables and lore as real as the ink on the pages they were written on. One day a colleague of his uncle came knocking. The colleague was stricken with joyful panic at a discovery he had made. He and his uncle accompanied the colleague to some far away remote region where there where they were shown the discovery a temple dating thousands of year old that stood before them invisible. inside they found many riches but the prize was gem of unknown power. When our story master came into contact with it he was flung through time and space. He found himself in another plane of existence. Using the gem he traveled from dimension to dimension in thirst of knowledge and adventure. He lived and experienced things that no other had before. It was as if he has lived many lifetimes. He had been everything from a counsel to kings, to a simple farmer. He is the greatest story teller of all time.
Griffin Boy

Name: Erzraen
Race: Half human /Demigod
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Height/Weight: 5’ 10” 150lbs
Personality/Interests: Grim, angry and depressed by nature, closed offish, dislikes and distrusts people in general. He is very well educated in killing people but not in much else.

Appearance: Handsome, striking features

Details:
Body build: Lean and lanky, muscular
Hair: Short, messy, windswept look
Hair color: Blonde with shallow brown roots
Skin color: Pale white
Eye/Iris color: Blue
Notable Features:
His left arm is always engulfed in a blue flame from the elbow to the tip of his fingers. He is very close to a particularly ferocious griffin and is never very far from it.

Clothing Description:
Loose grey wool parachute pants, matching vest, grey stone ring anklet around left ankle

Equipment :
none

Weapon(s)
none

History:
“Lightning is the sky’s way of warning us that things are about to change…” Those were my mother’s last words. There was a thunderstorm that night, the night she was murdered. I was tied to the beam closest to the alter where she was laid on; close enough to hear her whisper her last breath. They were all gathered there in the shrine house, the entire village. They chanted in quite, chilling tones. They reached into her chest and pulled from it her heart, crimson and still beating. I trashed against the ropes that held me fast but it was useless. I wanted to do to every one of them the same that they had done to her, but that was before I knew that they controlled me. She was murdered the first night of my seventeenth year of life and it was on that day that my left arm ignited and was engulfed in an unending blue flame and the same that a great gale of wind emanated from my right hand. They killed my mother to offer her as a sacrifice to me. They tore out her heart and forced it into my burning hand and cheered and it burned in my grasp. I cried and my tears fed my hatred for them. I loved her so much and they slaughtered her for me. How I long to slaughter them in return…
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