DaemosI think it was the font that distracted me too. XD but it's not that much of a problem I suppose.
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Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
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Wow, I didn't even notice the typo... XD
The young pale girl looked at the floor the whole time Xho spoke, the unearthly expression blank on her face as she sat quietly at the other side of the room. She was trying to keep her fear from showing. She barely even paid attention to him, wrapped so firmly by this emotion. Normally she showed fear to no one, but he was different. He possessed the blood of a monster. Her bony hands slowly curled around the winding staff as she recalled the violent scene from the tavern. He meant and spoke well, but all she could see was the shadow of the heartless man that tortured her in that bloodied cage deep below the earth. Whispers started to call out to hear from behind, voices of those who were locked there with her. They were vengeful. Why was she the only one that escaped? Her brows furrowed as she tried to focus on the wobbling reality. She pulled the hood of the hunter's signature cloak further over her head to hide her waning constitution. Even this small sample of flesh, the scars could easily be seen upon her narrow wrists. Though she tried to cover the mark of the chains with colorful armbands, but they were noticeable nonetheless.
Talia tried to keep her emotions from going wild the whole voyage, but each night was tireless tossing and terrible vision. Over and over, it replayed in her mind, the bloody sacrifices made that day and how it all happened because of her. The others didn't need to die. She was the expert of the forbidden arcana, they relied on her to check for magical traps. Why couldn't she sense the evil living in the statue before it was too late?
She was exhausted. It was showing more than ever now, how aimless and listlessly she conducted herself.
When he turned to her, her riddled mind saw him like a giant, the conviction in his eyes burning like that of a demon hoping to lure her into a trap. She knew it was just a hallucination, but it was too much for her at this point.
"Xho..." she muttered, rising her legs to her chest and sinking deeper into her seat.
"Please... I want to be alone."
Mikhael sprawled painfully against the stoney street as he landed in the village, coughing in the wave of smoke and ash. He moved his arms forward to try and get up to return to his Queen's aid. He didn't know why such a feat felt so insurmountable until he realized one of his arms wasn't doing anything at all. In fact, it was gone now.
He laughed forcibly, flame spurting from his lips as the surge of wild emotions exploded from his battered chest. He couldn't even describe the pain that leaked from the burning wound, only able to bear it with how numb he felt after the surge that overloaded his nervous system. The crippled warrior was surprised he was able to retain his sanity through out it all, even after unleashing his greatest fear. He thought he would be lost once again. Was it because he did so selflessly? But perhaps this was his inner darkness punishing him after all. He could feel something deep inside stirring excitedly while it weighed him down, waiting to feed on his pain. Mikhael was left only now to watch whatever happened next, the only power left inside fleeting as a smoldering flame. Like the last coal of a fire. He wanted to keep pushing forward, but his body would no longer respond. His only hand grasped the earth pitifully, the golden fire once ripping his body now dwindling as its source was eaten way. His life was fading before his eyes. The piercing gaze looked weak once more and his struggle was quickly wavering as his breath slowed. Whatever he unleashed could only happen that once. That was it. He took the risk and now the glimmering flames spitefully consumed was was left of the defiant soul.
Though it didn't kill the man, he could see it left an effect. He only hoped it was enough. But he knew better now. Hope only existed in dreams and delusions.
He smiled grimly.
If only I was stronger... a monster eaten by their own flames. How stupid... I'm sorry... I deserve this pathetic death...
As Mikhael succumbed to the fatal wounds, watching the immortal Rajaka painfully, the only thought he could retain was the smile Queen Maya gave to him when they first met. It felt so warm and pure. At that moment, he felt something he never once felt before in his entire life. Just that one simple act filled him with a purpose. Maybe it had been fake all along, or not even really that special, but he believed in it so much. More than anything. He couldn't bear to see it taken away forever. He wanted to black out already, but the evil force inside did not allow him the comfort of this last wish.
Please... I can't... He wanted to cry, but he felt only hollow inside.
...
I have to save her... at all cost. Even if it means...
Michael suddenly lurched forward, his other hand now gripped on the strange mask.
An odd look came about him, the crimson orbs gleaming with life once more. A wicked smile spread across his dark lips and a thin laugh came choking out of his throat.
"Didn't I say..." he uttered, "Over my dead body...?"
As he said this, a golden flame erupted forth from his palm directly into the snide face. Very quickly, the fire built up into a raging inferno. All of the pent up frustration and anger and disappoint and fear he had been bottling until now, trying so hard to hold and contain, all of it began to be discharged violently. As he anticipated, it was growing out of control as the flames found no end, rushing forward like a ceaseless torrent. It was like that day long ago. Only this time, he didn't fight against it. He allowed it to flow free and unhindered. He wanted it to destroy everything in his path and consume him whole. Michael needed to become the monster once more. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore. It didn't matter if he belonged. None of it mattered if he had lost his only purpose in the entire world. His mind began to lapse as it was overloaded by all of these things at once, but he didn't want to stop until this threat to the Queen was no more. Michael pushed on and on until the essence tore away at him. Soon enough he made a grim howl as the pain dug deeper than it had ever before, like a hot brand pressed into his chest.
It might have been because the he tried resisting it for so long. His body was already pushed to its limit at this point, so an act like this only shoved him well over the edge. The released emotions manifested into an arcane fire so forceful that his limb began to give away to the brilliant blaze. Tip by tip, his hand turned into glimmering as he until his entire right arm was consumed by the fiery storm building up above him into Rajaka.
...
I have to save her... at all cost. Even if it means...
Michael suddenly lurched forward, his other hand now gripped on the strange mask.
An odd look came about him, the crimson orbs gleaming with life once more. A wicked smile spread across his dark lips and a thin laugh came choking out of his throat.
"Didn't I say..." he uttered, "Over my dead body...?"
As he said this, a golden flame erupted forth from his palm directly into the snide face. Very quickly, the fire built up into a raging inferno. All of the pent up frustration and anger and disappoint and fear he had been bottling until now, trying so hard to hold and contain, all of it began to be discharged violently. As he anticipated, it was growing out of control as the flames found no end, rushing forward like a ceaseless torrent. It was like that day long ago. Only this time, he didn't fight against it. He allowed it to flow free and unhindered. He wanted it to destroy everything in his path and consume him whole. Michael needed to become the monster once more. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore. It didn't matter if he belonged. None of it mattered if he had lost his only purpose in the entire world. His mind began to lapse as it was overloaded by all of these things at once, but he didn't want to stop until this threat to the Queen was no more. Michael pushed on and on until the essence tore away at him. Soon enough he made a grim howl as the pain dug deeper than it had ever before, like a hot brand pressed into his chest.
It might have been because the he tried resisting it for so long. His body was already pushed to its limit at this point, so an act like this only shoved him well over the edge. The released emotions manifested into an arcane fire so forceful that his limb began to give away to the brilliant blaze. Tip by tip, his hand turned into glimmering as he until his entire right arm was consumed by the fiery storm building up above him into Rajaka.
...
Michael didn't care if he looked pathetic or humiliated to Rajaka. Because this was what he was. A foolish monster trying to pretend to be a person. But was this all that he amounted to in the end? To refuse his sacred power. Countless other are born without such a gift, yet he let it to waste. For what? Some silly affection for this vague 'humanity'? Did it really mean that much to him? More so than his own life? Not that any of that would matter in a few seconds anyway. He wouldn't need to worry any more and that somehow lifted an immense weight from his shoulders. As Rajaka prepared the final blow, rearing his foot, he closed his eyes with a faint smile. At least he was able to save one thing today. With this finishing thought, the flames and the screams started fading from his mind. He had nothing left to fear.
...
But his peace was broken when a familiar voice resonated in the distance.
"No..." he muttered in realization, immediately turning towards the source, hoping it was just a hallucination. But what he saw was very real. "What are you doing...? You were supposed to run away from here...!"
Mikhael's expression became taut with horror as the last person he wanted to see made her appearance. Of all people to see how pathetic he was, it was the one he hoped was already gone. His face further contorted in confusion and pain as he didn't understand why Jaraka talked to her so casually. It was like they knew each other before. But how? It did not matter. When he heard the last sentence, the threat, the trembling figure immediately stirred. He tried to recover and stand back up in the Queen's presence, but his mind was beginning to blacken and he only sunk further into the ground. His body was caving in upon itself from all the internal stress.
A weak scream escaped his mouth as small tears began to open across his skin. Flares of golden flames leaking from these wounds, bursting out with a vicious vibrance, as though it was a caged creature trying to escape from a shell. Though all the pain, a sudden whispering poked at the back his head. It was difficult to hear, but he knew what it was. He had spend countless hours in the library studying this topic hoping to learn a way to avoid it. This condition born so long ago. His inner darkness. Demonization. All power came with a price. It is believed Arcana and emotion are highly connected, both essences a product of the Soul. Those who abuse these dark emotions are given immediate and immense power, but left with scars upon their soul. Knights were taught to use this darkness, for the sake of others. They say this twisted transformation starts first with the mind.
The voice grew louder until it was a faint tone.
You can't run...
Michael sneered at this, "Over my dead body...!"
A weak, fluttering hand grabbed ahold of the giant's leg, the crimson eyes glaring up defiantly. Even if he was a failure, at least he would live up to his promises.
...
The yellow giant had suddenly gained an insane amount of speed, having recovered from his attack to catch the blade mid-swing, barehanded nonetheless. He was barely even able to track the movement as it happened. Once again, Rajaka was an anomaly of unknown power. He couldn't detect weakness upon this seemingly god-like opponent. As soon as his plan failed, Michael's eyes were filled solemn acceptance, prepared to take a hit that would quickly completely remove his chest from his body. But this expression was washed out by a bright flash of light and a look of realization. Instead of finishing him right there, the savage brute went for the sword.
Is he toying with me?
The thin blade seemed to absorb the impact of the retaliatory fist at first. But it withheld for only the briefest of moments, glowing brightly before the enchantment on the weapon shattered and the metal was cracked in two. The end of the blade was shot into the air and was tossed and landed into the ground dozens of meters away from the pair. Without the extended range of the weapon, his face grew tense. The spell was broken too. It was the equivalent of bearing a butter knife against a titan.
Tossing it aside, he faced his opponent squarely now.
"You've bested me. What do you want now? My life?" Michael called out, his tone ice cold, but an inferno burned in his crimson eyes.
He was clearly trying to suppress his slipping emotions. It looked like he was being physically strained, as though he was slowly being roasted over a fire-pit. Thoughts leaped wildly around in his head, but he found one that was more prevalent than all of them.
Disappointment.
Feeling it so clearly, he knew now why he walked out first against the intruder. It was because he wanted to prove himself to everyone once and for all. That he was worthy of being the chosen for the person he cared so deeply for. He only wanted to see that soft look in the Queen's eyes once again. He tried to reason this and that, but at the back of his mind, he secretly wanted to return back as the victorious hero that saved Kale. But as it turns out, a heartless monster like him didn't deserve such a grace. He didn't actually care for any of the other squires and knights. He felt so free when they left because now they wouldn't be able to steal any of his glory. He still wholly despised those who bullied and ostracized him. It was only for his own selfish need to feel wanted and important. Now he was just glad they couldn't see him at his most vulnerable state.
The anger over all of this was reaching a boiling point inside of him. The young teen could practically feel the burning energy trying to pour out his pores alongside the beads of sweat. But even at this end, he refused to use let his arcana take control.
"Then hurry and take it!" he roared, "Spare me this last moment of humanity. While I am still Mikhael. I don't want to..." suddenly dropping onto one knee, each of his hands clutching both his chest and head.
The crimson eyes began to glow a faint glimmering gold, Mikhael letting forth a guttural scream to dissipate the building force. But they would not go away this time. It felt like his mind was being burst open as the arcana battered him over and over, punishing him for daring to refuse them, his truest of emotions. The memories were painful to relive. Dim images of fire and blood cascaded into his waning mind and terrifying shrieks thundered into his ears. The slums were being consumed, the ghetto and wooden shacks eaten whole by this wave of flame. And at the center of all the carnage was a young boy, a maddened child who sobbed as he left a twisted trail of murder. It was like watching a monster being born.
"I can't go back to being that... freak..."
...
The yellow giant had suddenly gained an insane amount of speed, having recovered from his attack to catch the blade mid-swing, barehanded nonetheless. He was barely even able to track the movement as it happened. Once again, Rajaka was an anomaly of unknown power. He couldn't detect weakness upon this seemingly god-like opponent. As soon as his plan failed, Michael's eyes were filled solemn acceptance, prepared to take a hit that would quickly completely remove his chest from his body. But this expression was washed out by a bright flash of light and a look of realization. Instead of finishing him right there, the savage brute went for the sword.
Is he toying with me?
The thin blade seemed to absorb the impact of the retaliatory fist at first. But it withheld for only the briefest of moments, glowing brightly before the enchantment on the weapon shattered and the metal was cracked in two. The end of the blade was shot into the air and was tossed and landed into the ground dozens of meters away from the pair. Without the extended range of the weapon, his face grew tense. The spell was broken too. It was the equivalent of bearing a butter knife against a titan.
Tossing it aside, he faced his opponent squarely now.
"You've bested me. What do you want now? My life?" Michael called out, his tone ice cold, but an inferno burned in his crimson eyes.
He was clearly trying to suppress his slipping emotions. It looked like he was being physically strained, as though he was slowly being roasted over a fire-pit. Thoughts leaped wildly around in his head, but he found one that was more prevalent than all of them.
Disappointment.
Feeling it so clearly, he knew now why he walked out first against the intruder. It was because he wanted to prove himself to everyone once and for all. That he was worthy of being the chosen for the person he cared so deeply for. He only wanted to see that soft look in the Queen's eyes once again. He tried to reason this and that, but at the back of his mind, he secretly wanted to return back as the victorious hero that saved Kale. But as it turns out, a heartless monster like him didn't deserve such a grace. He didn't actually care for any of the other squires and knights. He felt so free when they left because now they wouldn't be able to steal any of his glory. He still wholly despised those who bullied and ostracized him. It was only for his own selfish need to feel wanted and important. Now he was just glad they couldn't see him at his most vulnerable state.
The anger over all of this was reaching a boiling point inside of him. The young teen could practically feel the burning energy trying to pour out his pores alongside the beads of sweat. But even at this end, he refused to use let his arcana take control.
"Then hurry and take it!" he roared, "Spare me this last moment of humanity. While I am still Mikhael. I don't want to..." suddenly dropping onto one knee, each of his hands clutching both his chest and head.
The crimson eyes began to glow a faint glimmering gold, Mikhael letting forth a guttural scream to dissipate the building force. But they would not go away this time. It felt like his mind was being burst open as the arcana battered him over and over, punishing him for daring to refuse them, his truest of emotions. The memories were painful to relive. Dim images of fire and blood cascaded into his waning mind and terrifying shrieks thundered into his ears. The slums were being consumed, the ghetto and wooden shacks eaten whole by this wave of flame. And at the center of all the carnage was a young boy, a maddened child who sobbed as he left a twisted trail of murder. It was like watching a monster being born.
"I can't go back to being that... freak..."
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Alright, I'm glad he didn't miss the beginning! I was looking forward to playing with his character. :)
For reference!
Name/Alias: Mikhael
Age: 16
Appearance: (I drew this when I woke up today, only a quick flat color though. D: I might draw one for each of the named companion(?) knights as I learn more about them and grow attached. \o/)
Personality:
-Candid
-Prideful
-Cold
-Selfish
-Temperamental
Background:
This sunless world is no place to grow hope and dreams. Hunted day and night by creatures of darkness, one can never escape the nightmares. The ability to control Magic has set us above the others. With this power, we erected a vast and advanced civilization that stretched across the land, a time of floating castles and mechanical servants. We did not think anything can stop us. They say it was this same arrogance and greed that caused the warring, one that lasted untold centuries, until the world cannot handle it any longer. The planet would turn black, in the eternal Eclipse. Twist creatures of darkness rose to appose us, as though manifested from the violence and death we had accumulated over the centuries.
But that was so long ago. We have since lost this gift as a people. Only a very small few still have this sacred gift running through their blood them. We live now in an age of ceaseless Winter and Ashe, bearing the consequences of our past overhead. We rely on those who still possess this ability, an Order of Knights. But we also fear them. For they carry a dark taint. Under their watch, we have survived thus far.
Recent Status;
Lost right arm.
@varromere
Alright, since I don't want to keep things stalling, if my partner doesn't post by the time you wake back up, feel free to do your thing. I'll give him until the end of this day. We live on the opposite sides of the earth, so my night is your day, essentially. If he comes later, he can hopefully join in.
Alright, since I don't want to keep things stalling, if my partner doesn't post by the time you wake back up, feel free to do your thing. I'll give him until the end of this day. We live on the opposite sides of the earth, so my night is your day, essentially. If he comes later, he can hopefully join in.
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