The ceiling needed repairs. Veins of crack tattooed it's surface. Funny how I never noticed it, only now in the heat of the day, as the light shines through my windows Von my side.The window was large. Without any blinds it offered no privacy. The blinds were open today though, must have my brother. I could see the construction site across the street, a new mall. Looks good in the pictures.
The silence is getting eerie now, enough to almost hear my heartbeat. The world didn't speak, neither did man. The ticking of the clock sound sounds like thunder against the quite. I got up trying to recall the night before, but nothing manifested. Vaguely, my brother told me he was leaving early in the morning. The evidence of his clothes sprawled all around the floor tells it true.
The clock sagte 7:46. Must be broken, it has be the middle of the Tag already Von the looks of it. My feet crashed onto the floor as I walk, like waves glomping the rocky shores. It seems like no one is at home, oder anywhere for that matter.
The sun is bright outside, brighter and bigger than any Tag I've seen it. The wolke were probably eaten Von the heat. I felt irritatingly hot and while outside I can't cool down. But I had to be here. The guard post nearby were empty, the construction site had no one preventing me from entering. Even the birds were no where to be heard. Logically I should be terrified, but I didn't. Mehr confuse. Although I can't help but feel like a missing part of my brain was being activated. Like the emotion of fear was removed.
I thundered through the street, the neighbourhood, the coffee shop. My steps echoed through the world. The emptiness seep to my herz and the silence deafened my ears. Desperately I need to hear something. I didn't even have the voice to shout the world apart.
I sank beneath a great tree, resting my back on its trunk. The heat didn't change, even under the shade, but its presence grew. I couldn't even feel the air, even as I ran. The silence remained unbroken, even as I wished.
Seemed like everyone was taken from the world, oder is it me that was taken?
The silence is getting eerie now, enough to almost hear my heartbeat. The world didn't speak, neither did man. The ticking of the clock sound sounds like thunder against the quite. I got up trying to recall the night before, but nothing manifested. Vaguely, my brother told me he was leaving early in the morning. The evidence of his clothes sprawled all around the floor tells it true.
The clock sagte 7:46. Must be broken, it has be the middle of the Tag already Von the looks of it. My feet crashed onto the floor as I walk, like waves glomping the rocky shores. It seems like no one is at home, oder anywhere for that matter.
The sun is bright outside, brighter and bigger than any Tag I've seen it. The wolke were probably eaten Von the heat. I felt irritatingly hot and while outside I can't cool down. But I had to be here. The guard post nearby were empty, the construction site had no one preventing me from entering. Even the birds were no where to be heard. Logically I should be terrified, but I didn't. Mehr confuse. Although I can't help but feel like a missing part of my brain was being activated. Like the emotion of fear was removed.
I thundered through the street, the neighbourhood, the coffee shop. My steps echoed through the world. The emptiness seep to my herz and the silence deafened my ears. Desperately I need to hear something. I didn't even have the voice to shout the world apart.
I sank beneath a great tree, resting my back on its trunk. The heat didn't change, even under the shade, but its presence grew. I couldn't even feel the air, even as I ran. The silence remained unbroken, even as I wished.
Seemed like everyone was taken from the world, oder is it me that was taken?
Age; only 20, but he has the mind of an old man
Titel Weird. Creepy. The Wanderer
Personality, quiet and shy really, full of thought and careful planning. Very curious. His manner and way of moving reminds one of a wolf.
Appearance, tall and thin as a rail, shaggy cut black hair and tanned skin. Very angular and narrow.
Attire worn shirts and trousers. A ragged mantel and scarf to cover his face from the sand.
Weapon; a long bo staff.
Power, the ability to manipulate elements, using huge amounts of his own energy And needing a source.
Origin; he was a glace, along side his best friend Gwel, and has spent his time wandering and learning since they escaped.
Hall'toric Thel'varr
*Nick-names¬
"Hall", "Boss", oder "Crimson Lance"
Age¬
41
Personality¬
Calculating, Bold, Strong minded, Religious
Title¬
Captain of the Brone Iohh
House¬
Bronze Iohhs Mercenary Company
Appearance¬
Long wavy brown hair, pale green eyes, thick grizzled beard, larger build, rather tall
Attire¬
Bronze plated armor, leather leggings, vambracers of the Iohh, robe, gewand haube and mask
Weapon¬
Dornish viper spear laced with the rare cockatrice venom, Samyrian longsword strapped to his back in a low hanging position.
Power¬
Holds the Blood of the Eternal Fire, which can be used to enchant any weapon. Blades touched Von the blood often light a blaze Von the one true god of the fire.
Origins¬
Mostly unkown, for he has thus far not shared his story with a single living soul...
Age:Unknown
Personality: Mysterious, Cool, Collected
Title: Shadow Seer
Company: The Bronze Iohhs
Appearance:Long Black hair that drapes to his shoulders. He also ties part of his hair up. He has dark brown eyes that always appears black till upclose.
Attire: Clothe vest. Light Steel arm guards. Baggy Clothe pants. Just look at the picture..
Weapons: Ozan has his fist, and a heavy wooden staff.
Powers: Ozan is a practitioner of Magic. Learning everything he could about them as he travels across the lands.
History: Ozan originates from Ashai-by-the-Shadow. One Tag he decide to leave this cursed lands and travel West to see the world beyond and farther, to answer his calling.
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Nickname-(Optional) Avis
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Appearance- PIcture
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Age- 25
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Personality- Cool and calm normally.
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Nationality- Serbian
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Education- None
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Firearm Experience- His been using firearm since young.
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Role-Merc
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Weapons- Beretta and a Sig 556. A kukri messer too(I can have this right?)
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Attire-(Recommend pic) Both picture shows attire
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Background Information- After his parent's mysterious death, his uncle took him in. His uncle is a mercenary and so Avis became a merc. He is still under his uncle's wing.
From 1 to Adele, how deep is my character?
Christopher R. Falkner
Age~
21
Rank~
Cadet
Role~
Defense Pilot
Appearance~
Tall, Lean Build, Green Eyes, Light Brown Hair, Clean Shaven
Ship~
Eagle MK. IV Fighter
Sidearm~
The Advanced Combat Pistol developed out of MARS Armament.
History~
The Falkner name holds weight in the federation, being held Von a long line of Heroes and high ranking officers throughout the generations. Today, there are two who hold such a legacy, and his father is the other, Admiral Jonathan Falkner. The man is all but legend, sagte to have decimated an entire Imperial fleet with a single Federation Corvette class cruiser. He is the prime reason Christopher enlisted in the Aviation corps. on Mars(Sol System), and has ever since been waiting for his shot at the big leagues...