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The darkness befalls the woods, winds which would make just anyone hyperventilate blew from left to right, but in that instant, it all became quiet. The winds had cooled off and the darkness just a little less brutal. Amongst the trees stood an entity befitting of boss status, should it be a monster, it certainly looked like one, wearing an armour that someone might just dream of. In its right hand was held a powerful blade, befitting of his own appearance, but yet this magnificence was cloaked by a robe darker than the void. Inside the mind of this entity were thoughts outlandish to any mortal man, or well, almost. Out from his brain blew 'pings', much like a destroyer searching for an underwater prey. Any moment that the ping would be returned then he'd know if there was someone on his tail or not. Walking between the branches of the trees, almost as if he walked on air in order to travel from tree to tree, he would look quite excelent if he'd not be riddled with a trail of blood. Just as he took another step in order to traverse onto yet another tree branch a loud voice could be heard from behind him. It sounded like a scream, but not in the way of terror, more as if it had joyous roots. By analyzing the tones of the scream The Guardian was able to see that it had originated some fifty meters behind him, which was far from his view in this forest. He used search and was effectively able to pinpoint their location, could they be traveling after him? He made an almost instantaneous stop, and by using his legs to propel him upwards, he was able to jump up to the next branch level. Much like his suggestions, he was able to see them travel past him on the dusty road just below. But that didn't matter, their appearance did, however. There were three men, one woman, they were equipped with the common gear of Baltus, an Red hunter guild, they saw themselves as justice, how infuriating. ''So... he doesn't seem to be here, does he?'' One of them said, the one who looked most like the leader, walking at the head of the troop, seemingly directing the others along. ''Seems like it, man, I told you that The Guardian is just another myth, just like the Keepers of Secrets! I mean, who would kill players over discovering glitches and exploits?'' The female seemed to carry along with her a foul mouth, her daring attitude put the groups watchful observer on the greatest of edges, he was slowly but surely turning to the side of fury. ''Well, there have been tonnes of reports, and even the inn we were at in the floor's town had plenty of people who'd apparently seen him...'' A new voice, as he spoke he was able to scratch his head, he was apparently pondering. Their observer became restless, after spending weeks with these men on his trail, he was finally on the verge of lashing out on his pursuers. ''Yeah, but they all had different decriptions of him, it's impossible to tell which one is which... MAN, we should've got Kruger, he's got a mean search skill...'' And with those words a sudden voice echoed the dark forest. ''Interlopers, where do you think you stand?'' The voice echoed, distorted from within the armour, but as the troop turned around and met the sight which was The Guardian, they could not help but be put in awe at his appearance, but they quickly understood the situation. ''It's him! It's him!'' Them being caught off-guard echoed the woods, their surprise being easily visible in what they spoke and their hurridly created battle formation. However, unbeknownst to the group, true terror would spring forth. Just as The Guardian spoke, the woods shook, and a chilling scream unlike any other came forth. ''Come, Demon of the Forest...'' The Guardian stood still, just barely holding onto his famed sword in his right hand, it stands stable against the ground. The troop of anti-reds would run, screaming, as the scenery of the 23rd floor would bring them the utmost fear, and as The Guardian stood still, a massive world boss came from the depths of the forest. However, it ignored him, running just over him, missing the Guardian completely. And thus, the Guardian stood still for countless hours, as the Demon in the Forest rampaged on any possible victim. How the Guardian had managed is unknown to all whom live currently, but one fact was known in his own head, it was a forbidden knowledge. After countless days after, he had managed to travel to the 24th floor, a beautiful, colorful place, but he was far too vulnerable, had it not been for town portals being located inside the towns, wouldn't have to worry about the long detours of which he'd been forced to, especially after learning that someone had utilized a forbidden knowledge on the 4th floor a couple weeks ago, which had forced him down the tower to begin with. As the sole guardian of the unknown he is forced to do all kinds of uncertain and unclear things in order to protect that which shouldn't be given to anyone but the worthy. But suddenly, on his path towards the 25th floor he was met with a blinding flash, typical of a certain teleportation item he had seen, or wel, all of the teleportation items give off the same sort of flash. But upon the flash dimming, he was met with a badly wounded girl. Her muscles seemed to have given out somewhat, as she was having trouble walking, or even moving for that matter, in her body was stabbed a blade, one of infamous craft, he'd know such a blade anywhere, after all, his knowledge included the darksides of Aincrad. As he slowly stepped forwards, covered in his all concealing black robe, he reached one of his arms out towards the females shoulder in an attempt to greet her, however, as he began to move closer to her, he began to see the urgency of the matter. As a keeper of knowledge he was uninterested in having to deal with the death of potential Arbiters, therefore, because he, himself, believed himself to be an arbiter, would help this woman. As he slowly reached his arm towards the girl, his mythical, dare to say legendary armour making itself more and more visible. ''You. What occured to you.'' He spoke, the powerful gaze of his royally red eyes eyeing down on her. His height would make a clear difference should the girl face him, but for now, he stood behind her gaze. ''Can you walk?'' He looked at her HP gage, but, he was unwilling to make himself known as a player just yet, much like the Blood Dragon armour exploit that all should know of, this cape held a similar exploit, it made the player look like an NPC, quite an interesting thing.

The forces of destruction sounds a bit weird, but it's still right, it's just the fact that Oisreve is the God of Destruction.

> > It'll be interesting when my character encounters the more righteous characters. > > > > Edit: @Potato I really like Nightblade, she's a good and interesting character. > > She'll be very different than what her CS details for a little while! I have some interesting plans for her involvement with the Nightshades! > > Also, the Guardian is a pretty awesome character as well! He seems almost like a NPC but it'll be interesting to see if his emotions can affect his duty! Thank you very much.

- Ignore

It'll be interesting when my character encounters the more righteous characters. Edit: @Potato I really like Nightblade, she's a good and interesting character.

I don't think that would be the case, since the act of killing a red player is 'justice', or at least justified.

> > **Special Skill?:** Straight Sword Tracing: This skill allows Yuji to quickly spawn into the game an imperfect copy of any Straight Sword he knows the name of and has seen. He may keep this copy for as long as he does not have any other weapon in the inventory. Furthermore, all the sword's stats and information are automatically generated based on his level. > > > > If he traces a level 50 sword and he is level 20, he will spawn a level twenty sword with appropriate level 20 stats. However, since it is imperfect it will generate a -6 debuff on all the sword's stats. An imperfect sword always has a set 65% chance to break. > > > > So, when the sword breaks it must be retraced. Tracing back together a broken sword is a one minute and forty five second timer. > > > For the most part your character is fine. Although I'm still pondering over your special skill. I must say that you have quite nicely put in some limitations (which seem fair). I would also say that you can't give away traced weapons. **I'm happy with it as long as no one else can think of an issue with it?** > > > --- > > ### Also, it might help me to remember people if we all introduce ourselves and get to know one and other _slightly _ better. > > My name is Kyle. I'm 20. A student. British. And I like tea. > Well, the most dominant issue I see is that it could be any sword. Whilst the limitations exist, and they are quite well thought out, the issue is mainly the 'any sword' part. But that's just personal belief. --- I am Sture, 17 years old and from Sweden. I'm studying economics. Just call me Kaiser(meister), people from school do that.

I now have the privilige (I think) to post memes. But that day, is not this day.

Amongst a horde of chaos, screams of terror, and whispers of desires. People praying to whatever deity they believed in for this to be a dream, but all would be proven false. It is funny, because this man was no different. The instant that the declaration would be proven, a man, surprisingly well equipped for being a lowly level 4 player, would fall on his knees. Facial features covered by a simple white mask given to him by a weird quest he took just in order to hide his face. But now, the man who'd believed that this was another chance at life, would fall flat on his knees in desperation. He was unable to utter a single cry of fear, for his speech did not come out. His scream was not audible, his mouth simply gaped open, and his dominant, fearful red eyes were as open as they could possibly be. People around him were pathetic, cowering to whatever little bit of dust they could, trying to proven themselves wrong, to prove that this was indeed false, but they could find nothing. No button, no forced escape configuration, or combination. This person, the one who'd dare to call himself the Guardian cowered in fear, but soon, he attempted to regain a suitable composure. The mask hid his face very well, no facial feature would be seen, only the very border between his hairline and face. But soon, the mention of gift aroused his suspicion, and as foolish as ever, the averagely tall man took out a mirror, and in the flash of seconds he observed as his hair was no longer his own, and this simply observation was enough, he'd realized that the moment he looked away from the mirror, that everyone were their own selves. He could see the most humourous of things, fat men clad in armours which shouldn't even be of protection to anyone, and small people covered in the heaviest set of armour you'd be able to acquire within the time the game has been out. The cacophony of screams, the gazes of disgust, fear, and uncertainty, something within that chorus of emotions triggered this young mans transformation, the final of his tears would be spilled and with a defiant gaze he looked upon his former legend, no, still legend, Kayaba Akihiko. With a thick glare towards the sun, the sun which slowly returned into vision because of the evaporation of Kayaba's avatar and the messanges, the man turned around. The tall build of this average man becoming increasingly more present as he turned around to face the exit of the Town of Beginnings. And as he took his first step he was greeted by another man, followed by a small group of friends, two females and three other males. ''Oy there mate, how you doing?'' His weird way of addressing strangers caught the man off guard, the white mask faced the man, was surprisingly alike himself, the first words which came out of the white masks mouth would be the catious ''Who are you?''. The man smiled, waved his hand towards an alleyway whilst having his friends look as friendly as possible. With a cautious mindset the white mask was quite reluctant to follow their suggestion, however he had nothing to lose, after all, he was inside the Town of Beginnings, and even if he wasn't, it's not as if he had anything to return to. He took a silent step towards the alley, following behind the cloak of the similar man. As they walked the cloaked stranger started to speak. ''Quite the thing that happened just now, right? Well, not like I think it matters, you know what, when I looked at you and saw that mask I knew that you were one of us-! I'm Malik, by the way.'' He spoke in a very energetic fashion, before the white mask could utter any sound one of the females cut in. ''Don't worry about him, he's just enjoying every moment of SAO to it's fullest, he was fired today and spent the last piece of money buying a pirated copy, so, you know...'' The man, Malik, looked back into the beastly eyes of the white mask, initially with the face of a deadly serious attitude, but then, slowly, changing over into that of a happier, more enjoying face with many features. ''Y'know, I was pretty close to becoming assistant manager, a man needs something to cease his depression in peace, haha!'' The first though wandered into white masks' mind *he's much alike myself*, he though. ''Anyway, concerning the impression you give off we assumed that you're one much alike ourselves, I mean, otherwise we wouldn't have spotted you wearing that mask.'' Another man added. ''I'm Josefine, these nuts are Alice, Kaiser, and Ragnar. At the front is our leader, the one who's sounding like an absolute idiot, Malik.'' The introduction was extraordinary by white masks' standards, he'd never quite experienced something like this before. ''Ohoho, that'd be me! Much like my genius friend Kaiser said, we knew you were another Secret Keeper, you're almost born for the guild!'' If white masks' memory served him right, the secret keeper could only translate to a member of the famed guild Keepers of Secrets during the BETA test, a group of powerful players who seek out and display exploits and secrets of the game to the rest of the world. White mask smiled, a small chuckle making itself audible from the confines of the white mask he bore. ''It seems that someone else realized that this is the Mask of Beginnings, only acquirable trough certain actions.'' Malik made an ingenius laugh. ''Ohoho, of course, it was I that spread it's existence across the internet, hohoho!'' The fearless red eyes of White Mask blew open, *could this man be ZealotOfZecrets?* ''Anyhow, kiddo, well, you seem sorta my age, but still, I feel powerful, anyhow, KIDDO! Come with us, we're planning to advance to the good stuff, if you do well, then you might even become a member of Keepers of Secrets.'' The alley was surprisingly calm, of course, it must've been a more unknown part of the town. With a thrilled smile white mask spoke. ''Of course.'' And with that he slowly took off his mask, revealing to his newfound friends whom he was.

>**Real Name:** >The Guardian, being whom he is, he has never found the need to enlighten others as to whom he actually is, even if it's something mundane like a simple name. Of course, things change with the seasons, but once again, that requires quite the considerable effort. > >**Character Name:** >*The Guardian* > >**Age:** >Whilst he doesn't speak of his own age, he does look like he's in his very early twenties, maybe even late teens. Although his age doesn't really fit the persona which he emits, he has always been an outsider to society because of this. > >**Gender:** >Male. > >**Appearance:** >What lies beneath the mysteriously righteous armor of which the Guardian carries is unknown to all people whom currently walk the world of Aincrad. No one has come across a time, nor situation where the fact had arisen, and the chances of ever seeing him outside of his armor are remarkably slim, but certain things are quite clear. The tall figure of the Guardian indicates that its bearers is also quite tall, around the 6'4 area, bigger or smaller. The armour itself is also quite slim, even for being such a heavy and powerful armour set, it doesn't fulfill the form of a person who'd be adequetly muscular for the armour itself. > >Whilst these are simple facts, facts of the most basic kind, the only other thing to be known is that the mans eye color is a dominating red. > >**Beta-Tester?:** >Surprisingly, no. > >**Personality:** >The Guardian is as many describe him, mysterious, and silent. The mans personality never really got further than the robes which cover him. Whilst beneath the heavy plate armour whom some simply yearn to hold in their own hands, there lies a cold persona, one which has stained itself with countless lives and countless misdeeds. But for people to realize the purpose of these deeds is quite questionable. > >The Guardian has become more of a myth, a legend spoken from people whom have witnessed him, and no one else. He is no one you could truly walk up to and greet, he is no individual whom you'd be able to have a calm conversation with, for the fact that he is a red player, although purpose unknown, this simple fact is fundamental. > >Many have thought that the Guardian was simply a myth within the game, however, that would be until they'd either come in contact directly, or someone trustworthy tells them otherwise. The dark robe which plagues the holy armor of which he carries, just as holy as his word, if he'd speak them. > >Therefore, easily enough, the Guardian is a man of few words, but takes even more action. He feels himself responsible for guarding the secret exploits within the game, and through this, he desires to keep secrets, which should not be kept in 'mortal' hands, safe. Therefore he roams, is hunted, and kills those whom are unworthy of the lost knowledge. > >The fact that he's well known has made him into the centermost target for countless anti-red player groups and the central figure in this pursuit are the Grey where the Guardian has become a very important target. > >**Brief Real Life Background:** >Whilst he doesn't speak much himself, nor does he engage in unnecessary conversation with anyone, should the moment arise however, for someone to somehow manage to get on the favorable side of this pseudo-mythical player, they'd learn of a life which wasn't worth much to anyone. The Guardian, always reluctant to speak his name, lived a life of a normal man at birth. Born to a family of four, two sisters, a father, and a mother. It was an ideal family, he would help his sisters, and they'd always marvel at how their younger brother would be capable of such hard equations, or capable of solving such complex situations. > >He felt at home during his life, 16 years and of his life had passed and no noticable flaw or problem had arisen in the family he held, or in the love he felt for his family. Unafraid of consequences, whenever a person in his class would occasionally bully him for doing ''too well'' in his tests, or when he spent too much time with the teachers. Whenever such actions took place he held no reluctance to run for a more authoritarian figure within his vicinity, so that the quarrels would be solved quickly and with ease. > >This was an easy life of an ordinary teenager, nothing changed until he turned 19, that was when his world collapsed. Whilst details will not be drawn, he fell into deep depression, he did this, and that, and ultimately ended up locked up in his room. After a week had gone past, and his guiltful starvation had reached its prime, he came across SAO. He read and he read, being unlucky as he was, he was completely unable to recieve a BETA invite, but that stopped him in no way, he surfed the web, read, learned, studied, and calculated his way through the information at his hand about this wonderful new world. > >He felt that his ability to start anew would commence, and through the final allowance he'd ever recieve he bought a NERVE Gear, now being beyond the ability to buy the game itself, he went on the other route, through trial and error he had learned the ways of coding and accessing downloads due to his shut-in incident, he was now completely able to pirate the game itself, and through this, his world would change, and his name, role, and purpose would be dramatically altered, for his name is now The Guardian, named after those he couldn't protect. > >**3 Main Skills:** > > > > - Two handed Swords. > - Mythic Heavy Armor Equipment. (An upgrade of Heavy Armor Equipment) > - Increased Strenght. > >**Special Skill?:** > The Capables Punishment: > This skill places an emphasis on power and strenght, if it would be activated then the strenght and endurance would be increased exponentially, however the greatest flaw, aside from its time limit of one minute, is that it consumes health from the player himself, based on how much power or endurance is desired, then a suitable deposite of health will be taken ever two seconds during the abilities activation. Either he ends the battle quickly or he stands helpless against the opponent as he, literally, kills himself. This ability cannot be disengaged personally, either the battle ends, or the activation timer of one minute runs out. > >**Other Skills:** > > > > - Meditation > - Parry. > - Searching. > >**Current Weapon:** > > > > - [Emperor's Judgement: Contere](http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/055/1/9/empire_longsword_by_insanitysorrow-d4qv43j.jpg). This blade is iconic to the Guardian mythos, it is commonly called the Judgement Blade. It was the reward of the [>Heroic Advance: Slay the Demon Lord<] quest. > >**Current Armour:** > > > > - [The Arbiters Final Decree: Justice set](http://th09.deviantart.net/fs32/PRE/f/2008/193/c/0/Anima__Arkaid_the_Arbiter_by_Wen_M.jpg). This armour was the reward of countless hours of effort in the [>Heroic Advance: Slay the Demon Lord<] quest, through the sacrifice of every Keepers of Secrets member, he bears it as obligation. > >**Play Style:** > Guardian, fighting in a protective position. Give me all the milkshakes.