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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 22:18:06 GMT
Name: Sali (Say-Lie) Age: 27 Sex: Male Race: Half Deamon, Half Human Special Skills: Fire spells, Close combat with knives Weapons: 2 Throwing knives, 2 Fighting Knives, a nasty set of chomping teeth ;D Bio: Born and raised in England, Sali travelled to the States in search of job prospects and a bit of action in his life. Upon his arrival he met a college professor who tutored him in his art forms. Upon the realisation of his powers, he turned to the dark side of life. He won't rest until the artifact of his ancestors, the massfect, is returned.
He walks down an alleyway, lit only by the moonlight. The alleyway has brick walls either side and no way of escape except forwards...or backwards. He is headed for the bar, meeting up with a contact who may know something about the artifact.
--Your Lead--
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Post by Ceri on Feb 22, 2006 22:24:56 GMT
Thanks, Adzi Name: Lydaron Age: 24 Sex: Female Race: Werewolf Special Skills: Lycanthropy (obviously); ranged combat in human form Weapons: crossbow and claws Bio: Was bitten as a child of eight and disowned by her parents. She was raised by her brother, who stood by her even in transformations. Now she knows how to control her powers she wants to one day find her brother again and, if possible, find her disloyal family and destroy them. Lydaron watches the stranger approach. He appears to be alone. She holds her breath and listens as his footsteps approach, debating whether to let him pass or not. Silently she lets him draw nearer.
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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 22:32:04 GMT
Sali walks down, each step of his boots making a crunch on the path. As he walks, he is aware of a presence watching him. His steps become more cautious and his heart beats. His breath steams in the cold night air. His hands reach down and grasp the sheath of his combat knife.
--Your call--
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Post by Ceri on Feb 22, 2006 22:34:12 GMT
Lydaron hears the sound of metal against leather. She can't hold back any longer. Maybe this is the man she's waiting for, maybe not. She leaps from her hiding place, down from the wall onto the ground, knocking the stranger off his feet. Before she can draw her weapon he has reacted...
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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 22:40:11 GMT
Sali jumped to his feet, quickly drawing his knife and holding it against the perpatraitors throat. Frozen but pumping with adrenaline, he see's that the shady figure is a female, He holds out his hand and retract the knife a few inches. Although deamonic, he still understood the values of shivelry. His hand beckons to the stranger..
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Post by Ceri on Feb 22, 2006 22:41:42 GMT
Lydaron smacks his hand and shoves him back. The stranger straightens up, watching Lydaron in disgust. Lydaron stands up to face him. She cuts across him before he can speak. "Give me your name, stranger."
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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 22:44:16 GMT
In a quietened voice, panting from the blow, Sali utters his name..'My name is Sali, and who are you?'. He straightens his shirt and brushes off some of the dirt
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Post by Ceri on Feb 22, 2006 22:48:36 GMT
Lydaron watches as the stranger brushes himself off. Sali...The name is familiar. Probably the one she is looking for. Whether the man is truthful or not is debatable. For the time being she shrugs, leaning back against the wall and brushing her dark hair back. "My name is Lydaron. Who sent you?" She drops her calm tone of voice instantly. If this man is really who she is waiting for, he would answer with the name of the same man who had sent her...
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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 22:56:59 GMT
'I have no boss' he replies in a deep voice. Trying to hide the truth of his real mission he says he's just walking through the alley to get home. Detecting an air of suspission in the air, he becomes worried, aware of the females pottential powers
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Post by Ceri on Feb 22, 2006 23:02:33 GMT
Lydaron runs her tongue over her teeth, frustrated. "Then you are of no further use to me." Before she can reach her dagger Sale grabs her, pinning both hands to the stone behind her. She struggles, then notices something; a chain is bound around his wrist. Sali looks down at the identical charm in her hand. She looks back up at the man she has been waiting for.
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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 23:05:52 GMT
Sali jumps back, 'Tell me, who are you? Why have you got the symbol of Massfect?' He reaches for the symbol with a strange sense of discomfort.
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Post by Ceri on Feb 22, 2006 23:09:02 GMT
This time, Lydaron lets Sali touch the charm on her wrist. She is still staring at his face, a face she could swear she recognises. Slowly she speaks. "I have been waiting for you. I have a message from your--from our master. You are in great danger, Sali. I would like to explain but here we are not safe. You must come with me to a safer place. I will explain there." She raises a hand to take his. If he doesn't trust her, it will all be over. All she can do is pray he'll take her hand...
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Post by adzi on Feb 22, 2006 23:19:05 GMT
Sali places the knife in his Sheaf, he cautiously takes her hand, its soft and cold to the touch. With this connection he can sense her anxiousness. Lydaron whisks him through the backstreets to a small rundown building. The door bell has a familiare symbol embossed of the button, he could recognise it but not sure where from. The same could be said for Lydarons face.
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Post by Ceri on Feb 23, 2006 22:12:46 GMT
Lydaron locks the door of the darkened room behind them and proceeds to pull the curtains across the single, small window. The only dim light now comes from a flickering pair of candles on the table in the middle of the room. Sali watches Lydaron seal off all possible exits, beginning to feel nervous. Finally she turns to him. "Sit, Sali." She doesn't smile. Sali remains standing, and Lydaron does not repeat herself. She sighs, sitting down herself and toying with the charm on her wrist. "Massfect told me you were coming this way," she says slowly. "I didn't believe him. I didn't think...well, you are here. That's what counts." "Why--?" Sali begins, but is silenced as Lydaron continues: "When I heard you mentioned I volunteered to meet you, to see if it was true. As it seems it is." She glances around at the sound of a distant car racing by. "My companion will be with us shortly," she says quietly. "For the time being..." She stands up, approaching Sali. "Do you know why you're here?" She stared at him, waiting without hope for his reply.
Don't worry, I kinda know where I'm gonna take this
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Post by dathran on Feb 23, 2006 22:18:00 GMT
Hey, can I join in? I'll step in when you guys have finished your 'meaningful conversation', lol Name: Dathran Age: 20 Sex: Male Race: Human Special Skills: talented linguist and knows a lot about history and magic, but is sadly a pacifist Weapons: Gun (that is rarely used) Bio: Born and raised with friends and family, knows lots about the world in books and little about war and hatred. He grew up mostly in Britain and moved to the US to make his way as a teacher, but soon lost his job when his parents died. Can I be the 'companion' Lydaron is waiting for?
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Post by adzi on Feb 23, 2006 23:23:36 GMT
She stared at him, waiting without hope for his reply.
Withot saying a word Sali, walks across the dingy room to the small window, carefully taking a corner he lifts it cautiously, staring into the frosty night. Sali turns to Lydaron and looks at her, wondering if he can trust her. He ponders for a moment or two, upon which he murmers..'You know massfect?'. Lydaron nods slowly, Sali clears his throat and continues..'Massfect hold the key to my ancestors, I have been searching for this very artifact for 2 years, seems my trail has lead to you.'. Sali looks around, half hoping to see some morsal of drink to quench his thirst, he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten or drank anything. Living on the move proved tricky at the best of times. Hearing Lydaron move, Sali spins round to meet the watchful eye of a small dog lying in the corner. 'That yours?' he enquires. Lydaron replies... Hey Dathran ;D
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Post by Ceri on Feb 24, 2006 18:13:18 GMT
Sure you can, Dathran Lydaron sighs, and a hint of a smile crossed her face. "No." She looks up. "Come out, Dathran." Sali watches, confused, as something in the shadowy corner moved... You're cue, Dathran
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Post by dathran on Feb 24, 2006 18:19:19 GMT
Thanks!
A grinning face materialises in the shadows. "Hi, Lydaron." Sali watches, confused, as the form of a human comes into view, a man, and steps into the light. He is dressed almost entirely in black leather, and a pair of shades rest in his mess of black hair. "What gave me away?" Lydaron smiles. "The dog, and the time." She points to a clock on the wall; it reads 12:00. "You're never late, Dathran." "Well. Yes." Dathran steps up to Sali, who backs slightly away. "And this must be Sali..."
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Post by adzi on Feb 25, 2006 13:03:24 GMT
Unsure of the newcomer sali reaches down and grasps the sheath that holds his knife, can he trust this stranger, he beckons to Lydaron to explain
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Post by Ceri on Feb 25, 2006 13:35:41 GMT
"Dathran's my companion," Lydaron explains as the stranger leant back complacently against the wall. "He's a human, a good friend of mine. Bit of a pacifist, though." "What good's a pacifict in this kind of world?" mutters Sali, casting a dark glance at Dathran. Lydaron shrugs. "He's a good linguist. And he knows a lot about magic and that." She looks up at Dathran. "We were waiting for you." "Any sign of...you know..." Dathran glances left and right then looks expectently at Lydaron. She seems to understand. "No. Not yet." She looks back at Sali. "We're here to take you somewhere safe. If you trust me, follow me. If not...here is where our meeting will end." She stepped back, leaving Sali isolated in the middle of the room.
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Post by adzi on Feb 25, 2006 20:23:43 GMT
Torn between his curiosity and dis-trust, sali takes a step back. After a moment of silence, he decides to follow Lydaron, what has he got to loose, plus he has his combat knives if anything goes wrong, he takes a step towards Lydaron...
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Post by Ceri on Feb 25, 2006 20:36:43 GMT
Lydaron seizes his hand before he can speak, leading him forcefully to the back of the room. Dathran extinguishes the candle and follows, whistling; the dog stood up and trotted after him. Lydaron kicks the door at the other side of the room down and pushes Sali out. Outside they find themselves beside a fire-escape ladder leading up the building. Lydaron pushes Sali towards it. "Nuh-uh," Sali says swiftly, "You first." "Fine." Lydaron begins to climb. Sali glances nervously back at Dathran before following.
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Post by dathran on Feb 25, 2006 20:48:39 GMT
"What's with the dog?" "Huh?" Dathran looks up to Sali, who is looking back at him. The little black dog is huddled in Dathran's hood. "Meet Clyde," he says, with slightly more cheer than Sali would have related to such a situation. "Clyde, Sali. Sali, Cly--" "How do you know about me?" Sali interrupts. "Mostly from Lydaron," he replies, as though knowing so much about a stranger is normal. "I've picked up some stuff, though, from others." "What do you mean? Who's been telling you about me?" "What are you--oh, of course," Dathran says, "you don't know, do you? Sorry." "Don't know what?" demands Sali quickly, stopping his ascent suddenly. "Careful, you nearly made me slip. We'll let 'Daron explain. Up you go." "Come on, Sali!" Lydaron calls from the top, reaching down to help him up.
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Post by adzi on Feb 26, 2006 23:14:30 GMT
Sali refuses the offering hand and scrambles up un-aided, something he learnt along the course of life, help yourself and you won't get dragged into other peoples mess. Sali pulled himself up onto the roof-top joining Lydaron and waiting for Dathran. It was icy cold on the roof, and everytime Sali breathed, his breath condensed in the air. He prefered the indoors. Unknow of what was happening he let Lydaron follow on...once Dathran had managed to clamber up the ramining rungs...
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Post by Ceri on Feb 27, 2006 21:35:16 GMT
"Wait up, Lydaron!" Dathran called. "Hold it a mo..." "We don't have time." "Sure we do. Can we explain to Sali what's going--" "No." Lydaron spoke sharply. She pressed a finger to her lips, looking around. Dathran and Sali looked around too. "Did you hear that?" Dathran asked slowly.
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Post by Stanic on Mar 1, 2006 20:19:24 GMT
Hey i dont wanna be left out;)
Name: Máhanaxar (Mech for short) Age: 647 (although looks about 18) Sex: Female (ah werent expecting that were you) Race: Vampire Special skills: Gift of youth, CQC Appearance: Wears black, tribal like markings around eyes.
Unfortunately i cant think of a good entrance for this character. someone help me out please!!!!!
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Post by Ceri on Mar 1, 2006 20:32:29 GMT
"Get down!" Sali, Lydaron and Dathran dropped onto their knees on the roof. Sali heard the click of a gun from Lydaron's hands. Above her sillhouette he could see an advancing figure. Before he could get a better look at the shadow, Lydaron leapt up and dived at the figure, pinning the stranger to the ground. Lydaron cocked the gun at the figure's head, holding him firmly on the ground, one hand at his throat. A good enough excuse, Stanic? You can be our enemy if you like
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Post by Stanic on Mar 1, 2006 20:37:13 GMT
I prefer anti-hero but oh well why not
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Post by Ceri on Mar 1, 2006 21:07:00 GMT
Go ahead, then
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Post by Stanic on Mar 1, 2006 21:31:08 GMT
"Well well well, look who it is..." said Mech's angelic voice "...haven't seen you for many moons, Lydaron, still hanging around with the same petty humans i see" addressing Sali and Dathran "I AM NO HUMAN!!" shouted Sali furiously unsheathing his blade "What are you then. a half-caste?" At this Sali strode over and kicks Mech.
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