Posted by MALEDICTE on March 27, 2008, 5:26 pm MALEDICTE The Raven King
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Name: Maledicte
Age: oh about 8
Breed: Thoroughbred X
Gender: Male/Stallion
Strength: Graceful and suave
Weakness: Has quite a past that often catches up with him
Minor Objective: Find familiar faces and meet others
Super Objective: to earn a mercenary rank
Harem Preference: Jaeger Reef
Intended Class: Espionage
Sample Post
er, this for another character but...
ONE--
His vision fades to red. Her body is mangled. Her eyes are sightless. He watches as the blood pool around her congeals. The Anathema is dead. It is his fault. The mighty wave has fallen. The gulls call a mournful note, no longer laughing, no longer joyous. Even they respect this. Java's green eyes throb and close. He will lock his emotions away. The Catalyst is no more. War cannot be worth this.
TWO--
The world is fire and brimstone. His vision blurs. He sinks to the hot earth. He is at once enraged and anguished; he is at once here and not. The land of Omegi Coast lays in ruins--but it had been this way since Furia died. Time passes. The air shimmers with heat and flame. The sharp crackle of burning wood breaks the long silence. There are no gull calls to harmonize. All is dead. All is gone. Java rises. Java moves on.
THREE--
Java stands, tall and proud and terrible. His green eyes glitter--impassive, unfeeling. His regal head is high, he is Pride. His friends are masked. They are featureless. The firelight blazes, at once shadow, at once light. Their voices rise, chanting. Java steps into the circle. His shoulder bleeds profusely. He gives himself away. He seals the contract. The pain dulls; he is in a trance. The crude "S" cannot be seen, but he knows it will scar. He has done well. He has passed this test.
FOUR--
The air is electric. The storm approaches, and Java can fell the sharp tang to the breeze. Far off thunder sounds. Lightning splits the skies, a whiplash streak of power--Java's element. There is an old scar on his shoulder, stark against his black pelt. The rain begins. He raises his head to meet the storm. King. He is King.
FIVE--
There is darkness. There is nothing left for him. He sleeps. His loved ones are dead or gone. They have moved on without him. Java, the Catalyst. Java, the Constantine. Heaven will not take him. Hell wants him. Earth needs him. He will sleep until these things are no more. He cannot bare the pain. He is weak.
occ: Lain
and from the dust of eventide--rapture
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