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Journal of the Lunarkane |
This journal is for myself and others to know more about I, and misc. stuff I can think of that pertains to me. |
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LunarKane
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 @ 10:25am
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Meeting Annerose
Waylen 'Waldo' Vermilion Taking some time to reflect on the events of the day, as he was out back behind Twilight Restaurant, lightly puffing on a cigarette. Crest had certainly been company of some sort or another, and he was glad to know that he could at least be sociable if given the proper motivation. Letting out a small stream of smoke, he pulled the cigarette gingerly from his lips and snuffed it out in the ashtray near the break area. He wasn't a smoker, hell it really did nothing for or against him, it was just something to pass the time he figured. Bedsides he went threw a pack maybe a month at a time.
Just as he was about to let his mind drift, a server from the restaurant poked their head out of the door. "Hey Waylen you got a customer at the bar with one of your tokens." This broke Waylen from his drifting thoughts, and brought him back to earth. He didn't give out many tokens, as they had a special use at Twilight for him. The token Waylen, or any bartender, hands out at Twilight means that the customer is allowed to drink for free the evening it's presented, only cut off at tender's discretion. Waylen gave the server a bit of a curious expression before he pushed off the wall and followed into the restaurant.
At the bar, sitting on the far end, the only stool on the end corner, was the lady demoness waitress from the Pit. She looked a bit uncomfortable seeing as she was fidgeting and looking around cautiously. Obviously she felt uncomfortable in such ritzy surroundings. She was so nervous she didn't even notice when Waylen walked up to her on the opposite side of the bar. "Welcome to Twilight my dear customer." Formalities, had to be said, house rules and all. "A pleasure to see you again Miss." This caused her to bolt upright in her seat and look at him slightly embarrassed. A smile broke his face, and he chuckled a bit. "Uhhh ummm hi, sorry."
"No worries. I promise they wont bite or anything. Just relax I'm here to keep you company and serve you tonight. So they cannot say or do anything about it." Waylen passed an arm over the entire restaurant, as he said this.
Having the time now to look the young woman over, he did, and she was very attractive, but rather timid for a demoness. Grant it most the demoness's he knew were sexy and very attractive, and almost all were very proud and forceful. She in particular seemed to be an oddity, a nice oddity, but an oddity. He moved to the small sink near that end of the bar, and started washing his hands.
"I'm sorry, I've never been up this far in uptown. I feel very out of place here." The lady said returning to looking about her, just less noticeable this time. Waylen kept a keen eye on her, and just smiled at her obvious comment. "Well let me break the ice then. Welcome to Twilight, and Uptown for the first time Miss. My name is Waylen, and I'll be your server and guide tonight. Now if I may ask the lovely lady her order?" Over a hundred years of confidence had been granted him, from each of his previous owners. That and a talent with words, and quiet dignity. It made him seem very upscale but approachable.
"Oh..." she blush a faint red, as she looked at the bar table, and put her hands on her lap nervously. She looked adorable, and that was not wasted on Waylen nor some of the other customers. "...my name is Annerose. I guess I'll have a Bloody Run, with peach flavoring. Please." It was obvious she knew her drinks, as she was a waitress too, but he was rather surprised at her choosing such a fancy drink. "For Miss Annerose it would be a pleasure." He smiled her way, and went to making the demon favored drink.
It took some time and a few drinks for Annerose to finally loosen up enough to not seen like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She turned out to be a very pleasant woman. Aside from her incredible bust, she was rather intelligent and warm woman. Like most Demons she had a penchant for the darker side of things, which bothered Waylen very little. She was working on her third Bloody Run, which again he was surprised at how proper and high class she drank, gingerly sipping the liquid.
"I want to work somewhere else, but most non demon run places don't hire without references. Still I guess I enjoy the atmosphere, it does fill any bloodlust I feel, and I get tipped well." Waylen nodded as he cleaned glasses. It wasn't a slow night, but it was calm and he had plenty of time to devote to his lovely token spender. Finishing the last he walked over and leaned against the wall next to Annerose.
"Being new to this side is hard for a demon. As much as Victory's Edge claims to be a haven for both sides, there is still segregation towards demonkind. I understand Miss Annerose, it took me a while to build what life I have here too." He looked over at her pretty tanned skinned face, and crossed his arms. "Please just call me Annerose. It feels weird when people call me stuff like that." "Only if you call me Waylen, Annerose." "That would be my pleasure Waylen." They both smiled and chuckled.
"Waylen, honestly, why did you give me this token?" Annerose held up the engraved black token, and turned it around as she was slumped over on the bar. Waylen was again cleaning glasses, when he turned to Annerose when she asked. She had finished with her fifth Bloody Run, and was rather tipsy, at least physically. She was perfectly able to verbalize her thoughts, with very minimal slurring. "If you wanted to get in my pants, you could have just asked instead of getting me drunk."
Waylen sighed before handing Annerose a glass of spring water. He'd cut her off after her last drink as she was starting to wobble in her chair. "Annerose, that was never my intention. I will admit you are stunning to look at, and there is interest on my part. However, I gave you my token because you looked like you needed an evening to yourself. As a fellow tender I know how that is. Our jobs are harder than most people think, and yours more so. Drunk, horny, and fight crazed patrons can drive even the most resolute tender to places they'd rather not go." Sincerely speaking, and with a kind smile, Waylen lightly plucked the token from her hand.
Annerose looked up at him from her resting position on the bar slightly surprised at him, and blushing a scarlet. he was pretty sure she didn't even recognize that her face was burning at this point. "Your to kind Waylen. Thank you." "Anytime Annerose, however next time you may have to pay for your drinks." Waylen joked, and Annerose chuckled. Closing time was approaching.
It didn't take too long to finish cleaning up the bar, and get everything put away. He'd just finished mopping behind the bar area, when Annerose poked her head in the door from outside. "I'm sorry to bother you more Waylen, but I'm having trouble keeping upright." She hadn't lost her rosy cheeks, since he politely escorted her out the door. They said some pleasant goodbyes, and Waylen went about closing and cleaning.
It was pretty late, and from how many times he had to have her lean on him to get her to the door, he figured the rest could wait till morning. Luckily there wasn't much left to do, wouldn't be more than 15 minutes of work tomorrow. Waylen gave her a defeated smile, and told her he'd be out in a minute.
Annerose wasn't lying when she was having trouble staying standing. He found her sitting against the building when he got outside, and he had her in a shoulder carry most of the way on their walk so far. "So sorry about this Waylen, I don't let my hair down often." "It is fine by me Annerose. just means I get to hold a pretty young demoness in my arms." Waylen was mostly just trying to keep the mood light. "Flattery will get you in trouble Mr." Annerose was enjoying being held close, even if walking was bothersome.
"So where are you at?" As soon as he stopped to say this he wished he hadn't. Annerose seemed to lose all control in her legs and slumped hard to the ground, almost taking him with her. "So sorry bout that. Didn't mean to." "It's okay, but where are you..." He was gonna ask again, but Annerose was very much passed out. "This is either a very elaborate ploy to get me to take you home with me, or I'm just over thinking things. Either way." Talking to himself now, as he managed to get her into a bridal carry, with her arm thrown over his back. Almost instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck, and held them there. Well that helps a bit. Waylen thought as he carried her to his house.
Annerose was quite cute when she was asleep. Waylen couldn't help but look at her sleeping face as he tucked her into his bed, at home. He would have got the guest bed ready, but it seemed to much a hassle. It was late and he was tired. She had instantly curled up under his blankets, and seemed to make herself comfortable. Waylen smiled and headed downstairs, only leaving a small dim mage light on the nearby nightstand on in case. Luckily he had a throw blanket over the back of his couch, cause as soon as he threw off his vest, shoes, and socks, and plopped on the couch he was out.
It was halfway through the night, when Waylen was woken up by a body laying on top of his. It only took a minute before he realized what was going on. Some time later he fell asleep with the demoness wrapped around him on the couch.
Come morning, and by the time Annerose woke up, Waylen was already busying himself with doing some cleaning and getting breakfast ready. The clothes thrown on the floor where picked up, folded, and set on the coffee table. Annerose stretched languidly on the couch, and sat up clutching the blanket to herself. Waylen heard her stretch and yawn, and came out of the kitchen with some coffee, which was offered to Annerose. She took it and with a blush sipped on it. "I hope you slept well last night." He gave her an innocent smile, which just made her blush darker.
"If your uncomfortable about last night, I understand. I really liked what you did for me and wanted to repay you...but then I passed out and.." Waylen smiled and shook his head. "It's fine Annerose. Part of me wanted it to happen, but I am just glad to hear that it wasn't just the alcohol." She visibly relaxed, after hearing this, and the rest of the morning went by pleasantly. They had breakfast, talked about random things, and generally enjoyed each other's company.
After getting cleaned up, and ready for the day, both had to say their goodbyes. Waylen had the afternoon shift, and had to head back and finish cleaning. Annerose had work too, plus needed to change clothes. They agreed to meet this evening though after work and have dinner together. With a hug, and a kiss on the cheek by Annerose, they parted.
"I know I'm jinxing myself, but I think today is gonna be a good day." Waylen said to himself out loud. He headed down the road as soon as Annerose was out of sight, and wandered toward Twilight.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 @ 05:42pm
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Rebirth of Canicus
Sylvia
The woman set down the trident as his heartbeat for the final time. She could feel his end near, the blood that slipped from the wound eventually ceasing. It was agonizing as she waited for his final silent heart beats, her hand moving over his chest after she was sure he was dead.
It was only after that that his body begun to shift. Her hand snapped back as if burned, the scales over his body retracting and shifting. Her hair rose up as the body seemed to release the steam and fire that had been dormant in his chest. It was like removing the blindfold, Canicus's form revealed to her for the first time. The red orb that rose seemed hot, all the of the heat and anger she felt he had rising away. Her hand to attempt to catch the orb, though it seemed to shrink away and rise upwards.
As soon as it flew off she turned back towards the naked man in front of her. Her eyes avoided his lower half as she scooted herself towards his body. Gently she lifted his head, until it was at an angle. "You better be worth this." She told him before uncorking the vial with her mouth, immediately pouring the blue potion down this throat.
The magic was sickly sweet smelling as if coated with sugar, the sticky solution dripping into his mouth. As soon as it touched him it begun to seep through his body, the light blue magic attempting to turn back time. It changed the body, fixing every wound that had occurred in the last eight hours. Sylvia held the man's head, gently brushing aside strands from his face. "If you aren't, I'll kill you myself."
Canicus
Deathly quiet moments passed as his body underwent a regeneration. The lung that was punctured, the ribs both broken and bruised, the stabbed heart, all of it returned as it once was. A synapse fired, shocking his lungs and heart into awakening. Canicus's chest jumped and his eyes tore open, as he took his first gasping breath of air. Lungs finally filling with burning life, a pain he all to welcomed.
The frenzied intakes of breath lasted a short while, as his eyes darted to and fro, then finally rested on Sylvia's face. He focused on her as his breathing calmed, and his convulsions of body parts jump starting subsided. Canicus tried to speak, but found his throat dry, and ended up turning his head to cough.
"Sylvia?" His raspy voice asked quietly. His hand shaking as he reached up to grasp hers, that was currently moving bangs from his face. His grip was desperate, wanting to make sure this was real.
"The...the heat is gone. What happened?" He looked to her eyes for the answer.
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LunarKane
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LunarKane
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 @ 11:51am
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Death of Canicus
Canicus
Slyvia was met with the sounds of crashing and breaking of the room beyond. An immense heat and orange light filtered threw the hole. Suddenly Canicus bust a hole right next to the one he had entered. He was extremely fatigued looking and smiled weakly at her.
"I think it's time we got out of here my lovely warrior Sylvia." Canicus said through heavy pants of breath. Before she had to much time to react, he rushed out of the hole and toward the sideways ceiling across the room. His clawed hand burst into flames, as he smashed a new hole in ceiling.
"Catch me if you can darling." And with that he jumped into the new hole.
Sylvia
Sylvia let out a small cry of rage as Canicus dove out of the hole, the woman diving after him. Her movements were faster in the tower as she lunged after him, fueled with the darkness that was pouring from the tower.
"You look weak!" Sylvia cried as she watched him break through the "ceiling." The wall she was running on begun to tilt as she ran towards the hole, jumping through the hole after him. As her feet moved across the floor she could hear the voices in her head, two of them battling to follow the orders. "It will be a simple matter to follow his orders!"
As she dove through the hole she could hear the argument begin to fill in her mind. "Why keep hunting?" She asked herself as she dove into the hole behind him, rolling on the sloping wall which had become her floor, "Because you must."
After she went through the room she twirled the staff, looking for the beast. "You better stop running, your body cannot take the weight forever!"
Canicus
Canicus was hanging upside down on the wall that was the ceiling now. His hands and feet dug into the black stone. His body was literally glowing red now, heat pouring from his body that was unbearable to most life. It was very easy to spot him, but he wasn't trying to hide at this point. The castle had started to rebalance itself, and the castle started to tilt back up.
"Figures you'd have to be possessed to start thinking about my body." Canicus said snidely with a large forced grin on his face. He quickly climbed up the wall and into the true ceiling, then melted a melted a large hole into the stone. Daylight, dimmed by the dark clouds surrounding the castle, poured into the room. Finally! Canicus climbed out and jumped onto the roof.
Canicus had pushed himself further than he had ever before now. His wound had opened back up and blood was evaporating from it. C'mon, c'mon Sylvia get out here. I need to finish this. He grabbed his side hiding the wound from sight.
Sylvia
The woman swiveled around as she attempted to find the creature, only finding him when she felt the heat. Her head tilted up and she pulled back her arm, throwing the large polearm like a javelin. It sailed through the air true, though at the same moment the castle shifted. She cursed, the weapon that she had summoned reappearing back in her fingers.
"I hope you don't believe that one is true." She said with a slight smile, something monstrous in the back of her eyes as she watched him start crawling to her left, where the true ceiling rested. The castle was twisting back as she stared at the opening, the slope she was on becoming steeper. Sylvia kicked herself into gear and started running for the opening. Half way up the girl reached back into her pocket, pulling out one of her extra weapon heads and shoving it into the wall.
She used it as a step stone to get to the opening, crawling through and pulling herself up. Her eyes were narrowed, yanking herself upwards. Darkness seemed to be seeping out of her mouth as she stood up in front of him.
"No where left to run." She whispered as she twisted the staff, pointing it at him, "Your hide is mine."
Canicus
"Wa...wasn't running. Just needed you outside." Canicus looked into Sylvia's possessed eyes, his own were slightly dulled. The scales on his body started to shift once again, but this time to hardened further covering his entire body in thick red glowing scales, his face covering in armor like scales.
His right hand raised to the air, his body started to loose its red luster. The red slipped from his scales up, starting from his feet, into his raised right hand. His hand glowed almost as bright as the sun. A fireball formed in his palm, and grew larger with each breath and as more of the glow rushed up to his hand.
"Sylvia, if your in there, please survive this. So I can save you again." With one last effort of will all the red shine vanished except from his right hand. The fireball exploded in size growing the size of half the castle. Canicus thrust it into the air, only managing to make it go up about 30 feet before it started to drop back down.
"Rrrrrraaaaahhhhhhhh!" The roar was louder than the flames above him, as it started to fall at to the castle. Canicus rushed forward hoping to tackle Sylvia's mid section, and propel them off and away from the castle.
The ball of flames landed on the castle and instantly started to melt and break the dark castle apart. When the fire reached halfway to its core into the castle, it exploded. The castle, what was already left of it, disintegrated and dispelled rubble for mile.
Sylvia
The woman slowly begun to approach him when she noticed that he was breathing heavily, his eyes faded from exhaustion. It was the sign of a wounded victim. "You are weak, and you will be killed." She whispered as she approached, "As Monsters are."
The woman, as she walked forward, was a creature to behold. Her body was slowly twisting into something foul, her tanned skin becoming black with the darkness that slipped from her. Orange turned to black, the Templar from the South becoming a messenger of Darkness for the now dead King.
Even as he started to charge, she showed no fear. She only approached with the polearm firmly in her grasp. It was only when he called to her did she pause. Her eyes widened, the darkness fading for a moment. It was a brief moment of weakness, but it halted her movement. "I don't need to be saved." She snapped at him, taking a few steps at him with her polearm.
They collided at each other, the polearm flying from her hand as they sailed from the the building. She watched as the castle exploded before them, her hair flying as she stared towards the castle. As disintegrated he would feel a darkness lift from her, sifting and rising through the air like dust.
Sylvia coughed, the black dust landing on his shoulder as she stared at the destroyed castle.
"What did...You do?" She said, staring at the warm man, and then the castle.
Canicus
Canicus rolled off of her after they landed. His scales had softened and returned to normal. His body did give off a warm heat, but the heat started to cool more. He had cushioned their fall with his hard scaled back, which he was pretty sure was either dislocated at several joints or gonna be severely bruised. He lay there his body heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"Hopefully...noth..nothing...to..noble. Are..are..you okay...lovely?" Canicus put brave false smile that was easily overridden by his pain as he flinched quickly after. His wound was easily visible now that the scales had returned to normal. It was bleeding normally now, with coats of dried blood all around the cut.
He didn't have to move to at least know that his right shoulder was dislocated, several ribs were bruised, and he was sure his neck had been tweaked hard. He wasn't sure how the darkness in her would have fared with a fall like that so he did what he thought was the best option, and took the fall for her.
Sylvia
After slamming into the ground Sylvia could only cough, the last bit of blackness landing upon his shoulder. Her hand hit his shoulder, pushing him back to the ground lightly. "Canicus, I didn't need to be saved." She yelled at him, her dark orange eyes glaring at his face, "Really, coming in and dancing around like you're the big deal with your hurt."
And that was when she noticed that he was actually hurt. Badly.
She moved backwards and gently knelt beside him, starting to look over his wounds. Her fingers were light over his wounds, identifying them with a slight poke or a press of her thumb. "You can't do this to me. I'm not lovely and I'm not ready for you to die." She said before she found the wound at his side. Her eyes narrowed, the woman gently trying to move his fingers from the wound.
"I can't believe you did this for me." Sylvia whispered to him, "And I won't allow this ending." She said as her hand reached for the circular mark of the Templar on her chest. She gently pushed under a flap, slowly reaching for a small vial. It seemed to glow a dark blue, shining light on her dirty fingers. Her other hand moved to her side, pulling out a familiar jar full of white flakes.
"Can you trust me?"
Canicus
His bloodied hand was layed on top of hers when she was probing the large wound on his side. He forced another smile for her sake.
"You look like...*cough cough*..an angel to me...right now." He felt it right after the cough, a rib had punctured his left lung. In his head he was laughing at himself for ending up like this. He looked up into her lovely orange eyes, his growing soft and unfocused.
"You...are selling...your...cute little...*cough*...self short...S-Sylvia." Canicus's hand fell back to his wound once she removed hers to pull out a vial. A trickle of blood falling from the edge of his mouth now.
His eyes stayed locked onto her face, and he didn't even see the vials she had taken out.
"I...wouldn't have saved you otherwise...lovely." Canicus's left hand moved shakily up to her face and gently moved some of her loose hair behind her hair.
Sylvia
She forced her mouth into a smile, even when her bottom lip was trembling. His death wasn't the same as the others. She had killed humans, and she had killed monsters. She leaned forward as he spoke, unable to hear his words over his heavy breathing. "Please don't talk like that Canicus." She whispered, her hand setting down the jar to take his left hand, gently removing it from her hair so that she could set it on his chest. As soon as she did the hair came undone, gently resting against his shoulder as she leaned over him.
"I'm not ready for you to start talking like that..." She said, picking up the jar. After uncorking the top she poured some of it over her hand, enough for about a spoonful. Then, very carefully, she brought it to his lips so he would breath some of it in. Her orange eyes were starting to get wet as she saw the blood upon mouth, her thumb brushing it off as she poured a small helping of white dust into his lips. "You aren't dying. I...I can't let you go before we figure out how to free you. I won't allow it...I made a promise early on, and I don't break promises. Even to nice monsters who shoot fire and say nice things...And make me want to kill things just that little bit less." She whispered.
After pouring the white dust into his mouth she closed up the jar, her hand looking at the blue vial. Her eyes stared at it for a moment before taking a deep breath. Her mind pulled away for a moment to the day she received the vial. The only moment she had ever met her Father, the greatest Templar to ever live.
"You only get one second chance Sylvia. Don't waste it."
Canicus
To weak to move his arms again, he just rested there, watching Sylvia. His eye lids started to droop slightly, but he fought the urge to drift off into warm embrace of sleep. Her hands were warm on his skin, a very reassuring feeling.
"D..d..don't be go..ing..soft on me... now...Sylv...ia." It was harder and harder to speak, especially when she let the power pour on his lips. His body started to go numb, and he vaguely remembered this same feeling. Dammit! Why now? Why couldn't he just stay awake a little longer?
Canicus's eyes shut completely and his breathing started to steady. His body went limp. He lay there looking more helpless and weak than ever before.
Sylvia
"Never." She promised before laying down the vial, setting it upon the ground next to the small jar of white flakes. Her hand moved to the same satchel and pulled the trident piece, a sharp three-pronged blade that could fit upon her staff. She raised it up in the air, her eyes staring at the sleeping drake.
"I will never go soft."
The woman did not hesitate to plunge the weapon into the man's chest, hard enough to hopefully puncture the sleeping drake's scales. If she didn't finish the job she lifted the blade again, stabbing it again into the already open wound. Blood hit landed on the front of her dress, though she did not hesitate to do it a third time to ensure his death.
"I won't go soft." She promised as she reached towards the blue vial beside her, once again trying to remember the instructions.
"You get one chance. One." He Father told her as he presented the vial, "This is bring you back from anything. It brings the body from death, will stave from infection, will bring the soul from corruption. It is only good for one chance, so do not use it on a charity case. It is my gift to you, so you can get out of this village and out of my sight. "
Canicus
Canicus's sleeping body, convulsed as the trident blade tore into his chest and punctured his heart. The second and third blow ripping open his heart more. Blood spilled from the hole in his chest. There was alot less blood than would normally seep from a wound like that. A good portion of the blood had burned away in the destruction of the dark castle.
After a few moments the body stopped convulsions and flattened to the ground. His torn heart beat ever slower, trying in vain to survive. It failed its sworn duty in moments, stopping and finally resting. The scales that made up Canicus's 'armor' shifted and sunk into his body, very pale flesh tone replacing the black. His body seemed to shrink slightly as his scales returned to flesh. After a few seconds what lay before Sylvia was a naked human form.
A red glow adorned his chest, and grew bright for a second. Then a red orb surrounded in ethereal flames floated from his cold chest and into the sky. The Drake Soul began it's journey home to the Drake Spire back in the Far West Lakes, leaving it's former host on the ground before the woman.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 @ 10:33am
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Miongha'ire Anba's Profile
Gaia Name: LunarKane
Character Name: Miongha’ire Anba’s (Mion)
Gender: None (Will be explained in ‘Background’)
Hair Color: Deep Violet
Hair Length and Style: Long, Front: Left side bent up, Right side hanging down over eye. Back: Ponytailed, waist length
Eye Color: Left: Silver. Right: Covered mostly, but there is no eye, just open into the skull with red orb hanging where the eye should be.
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Body Type: Slender, but muscle is present.
True Age: 21
Race: Maaimachine (Reaper)
Appearance Age: 21
Scars: An axe scar down the front of the head, ends at the bridge of the nose and goes halfway into the hair line.
Weapons Carried: No exterior weapons. Does wear a special Hair Barrette though.
Description of Weapons: Been Zeis (Bone Scythe): Located on left arm, comes out from inside the arm, and extends four about four feet, is attached to the arm.
Been Scheermes (Bone Razor): Located on the right arm, comes out from inside the arm, and extends the length of arm and more.
Het Leven Haar (Living Hair): Has complete control over every follicle of his/her hair, and can move, attack, and strengthen at will
Bloeseim Vleugels (Blossom Wings): Not a weapon persay, but is a hair barrette that taps into his/her latent magic and produces four leaf-like wings, that free float behind him/her.
Powers: Regeneratie (Regeneration), Staal Haar (Steel Hair), Magische Aanwinst (Magic Gain), Magische Afual (Magic Waste)
Power Descriptions: Regeneratie: Has medium level healing capabilities, basically heals at a rate twice as fast as humans, and can grow back severed limbs.
Staal Haar: Makes each strand of hair as hard as steel, but as flexible as real hair.
Magische Aanwinst: Whenever he/she is subject to a type of magic, latent or used against, he/she gains use of said magic
Magische Afual: Whenever magic is not used for extended periods of time, it is released in the form of light blue flames emitted from the right eye.
Background: Mion was born a Maaimachine, or Reaper in most languages. Maaimachine’s are genderless, and have no genitals whatsoever, but they still show trademark signs of femininity or masculinity. Maaimachine’s are born 1 out of 100,000 in ‘Stille Wereld’, or Still World the name of their world. They are destined to kill those whose time has come, at least on their world. They have the inherent sense of who, where, and when the target needs to die. All Maaimachine also have the ability to regenerate wounds, but live a normal lifespan. If a Maaimachines’ head is cut off or crushed then they will die, and that is the only known way to kill them in their world, since there is no such thing as magic in Stille Wereld.
Mion, unlike most Maaimachine, has a special trait in him/her. Mion has latent magic potential or a supply of magic in the body. Mion also unlike most Maaimachine, prefers to dress effeminate, even though he/she is much more of a man than woman. However Mion’s build gives off the appearance of female. Mion is exactly as old as he/she looks, and shows it in his/her lack of experience in life.
Only one time has Mion not been 100% successful in a kill. That was when he/she was 16, and the target fought back, nearly putting an axe threw Mion’s head, explaining the scar. Mion was then introduced to a much older Maaimachine, who took down the target Mion was intending to. That Maaimachine taught saw in Mion the latent magic ability and gave Mion the only known magic using artifact in their world, the “Bloesem Vleugels”.
Hobbies: Mion likes to shop, especially, if it means a new wardrobe. Mion is very serious when it comes to learning something new about the potential of his/her latent magic ability.
Personality: Mion is calm and mostly composed. Due to his/her effeminate appearance, he/she tends to act like a girl in front of strangers, if only to confuse them at first. Mion goes way out of his/her way when it comes to friends. Mion will often jump into conflicts that don’t involve him/her when friends are involved. When Mion is angered, or senses that one is near death and needs to be reaped, one of two things will happen: One – Mion will suddenly become distant, placid and silent. Two – Mion will become nearly berserker and only think of finishing the target off. Another thing that will set Mion off is when an opponent challenges him/her.
Extra: (Will be added as the character progresses in threads.)
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LunarKane
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LunarKane
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 @ 09:32pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 @ 12:45am
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Allia {One character, 2 different threads}
User Name: LunarKane
Name: Allia
Age: 21 (Human Years) 7 (Siren Years)
Race: Siren
Sexuality: Male
Personality: He is a morally strong individual. He is polite and curteous, but has a sarcastic attitude. Do to the circumstances of his birth he is very fond of suffixes.
Weapons (if any): He has a small rusted dagger he keeps on him at all times. But his main weapon is the Marrionette that he uses to travel around in. The Marrionette is very powerful, and resistant to most magical attacks. Along with superhuman strength, it has a Shield with a built-in chain launcher {Launches a hook and chain from the shield.} ((Take out the guns and launchers on the back))
Marrionette Agua
Appearance:
Other: He cannot leave the Marrionette for extended periods of time, unless he is near water. Gaia Name: Lunarkane
Name: Allia
Age: 21 (Human Years) 14 (Siren Years)
Gender: Male
Race: Siren (A type of mermaid)
Side: New Threat
Personality: He is a kind siren, unlike most. He has to put himself into a trance to fight. Then he becomes quite cold, and unrelenting. Otherwise he is a very polite and curteous person.
Appearance:
Weapon(s): A rusted Dagger he always keeps with him, and his Marrionette.
Power(s): He can control water to some extent (like water blasts, or brething bubbles), and has the ability to trance others (Or put them under hypnosis)
Bio: The Siren Clan has been hidden from the outside world for thousands of years, and any who discovered them were tranced into thinking that they didn't exist. They have ancient technology at their disposal and have created mech-like suits do battle. Their cities are at the bottom of the oceans, and they haven't emerged until now. Allia was born into a thought that there is a greater world outside the ocean, and that thought that drove him also drove the populace. They want to see the outside world, and figure it best to come prepared.
Extra: Marrionette Agua is the ancient suit that Allia pilots. It is a very powerful suit, resistant to all but high level magics, and extreme blunt or piercing force. It also doubles as a Siren life container. A Siren cannot stay outside the suit for more than a few hours unless there is a source of water nearby. The suit comes with two Vibro Blades (vibration blades) {The guns are not apart of the suit, except for one launcher on the back}, Superhuman strength, and a Null Energy Cannon {Launcher on the back}.
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LunarKane
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LunarKane
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 @ 12:56am
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Kane Niffier {New Baddy}
Username: LunarKane
Name: Kane Niffier
Age: 21
Occupation: Knight of Dusk
Race: Avatar Summoner {Human}
Alliance: Evil
Appearance/Description: Kane
*Avatars Appearances: Raith, Magnius, Tirras, Buiha, Scathatch
Attitude: Polite, Loyal, Strategic
Strong Points: He is very loyal. He is very good at making plans, and carry them out very thourougly. He is merciful to those weaker than himself.
Weak points: He is loyal to those that he deems are worthy. His is very kind and polite even to his enemies.
Bio/History: When he was young he was ostrisized for being to smart. Therefore he devoted his life to study, but when he reached the age of 18 he traveled threw the kingdom. He gained both physical and mental strength, and eventually was sought out by the Dusk Clan for his devotion to the dark arts. At age 20 he summoned his first Avatar {Spirit being}, and since then has collected five other Avatars. He rose threw the ranks quickly and become a Knight of Dusk, earning himself the title of The Dark Summoner Kane.
Crush: None
Other: He wields no weapons, but has a sash with five orbs attatched to it along his waist. He summons his Avatars from them, and each can become a weapon, a monster, or special ability to Kane. His Avatars are Raith, Magnius, Tirras, Buiha, and Scathatch.Username: LunarKane
Name: Kane Niffer
Age: 25
Appearance: Kane
Crush/ Spouse: None
Occupation: Knight of Dusk / Avatar Summoner
Original Country: Hituga
Powers: Summons Avatars {Spirit Creatures} Cause use them in three ways Possession, Weapon, and Monster Forms.
Possessions: A belt that has five orbs attached to it. Has no weapons.
Race: Human Sorcerer
Bio: He comes from the Dark Kingdom of Hituga. When he was young he was ostracized for being to smart. Therefore he devoted his life to study, but when he reached the age of 18 he traveled around the world. He gained both physical and mental strength, and eventually was sought out by the Dusk Clan for his devotion to the dark arts. At age 20 he summoned his first Avatar {Spirit being}, and since then has collected four other Avatars. He rose threw the ranks quickly and become a Knight of Dusk, earning himself the title of The Dark Summoner Kane. Loyal to the Royalty of the Dark Kingdom, however he was given a task to collect more Avatars and bring them back to his country.
Personality: He is formal, unless provoked, then he can be an a**. He is deeply in tune with the spirits of the world, which makes him ethereal at times.
Other: Here are the Avatar's Appearances: Raith, Magnius, Tirras, Buiha, Scathatch
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 @ 02:26am
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Zerenthia {A character for a friend's Kingdom Hearts Thread}
Gaianame: LunarKane
Name: Zerenthia
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Race: Nameless {A new race}
Weapons: {The Keyblades are double sided like those in her Appearance, they just look like these two}
Rapture
Last Judgement
Powers: Absolute Eclipse, Dark Sun, Black Firaga, Black Blizzaga, Black Thundaga, Black Shadowga, Assimilation, Eternal Gloom, World Shift, Shadow Skip, Light Extinguisher, and Demon Slash
Personality: Unknown, hasn’t met with any in person yet
Bio: After the fall of Organization XIII at the hands of Sora and his allies, a new force began to ressurrect them and all the others felled by the Keybladers. Heartless and Nobodies suddenly began working in unison aswell. Worlds have started to loose all light in them, leaving them nothing but bleak and evil. One creature has been causing these phenomenom to happen. Zerenthia, King of Shadows, as those who serve it have called it. This faceless creature has also done the unthinkable, it has captured Sora and his Keyblader Allies. Now It has its sights set on extinguishing the Light from every world. This Creature’s location in unknown to all.
Other: The Keyblades Zerenthia wields can and mostly do float around its body ((Like Sora’s Final-Form)), and attack at will.
Appearance: Zerenthia
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LunarKane
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LunarKane
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 @ 06:33am
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Aziet/Zero Second incarnation of Zero
Gaian Name: LunarKane
Character Name: Aziet (Zero)
Side: Evil
Age: Was created whenever the first Keyblader was
Weapon: Final Darkness {It isn't a Keyblade, but a Heartless reproduction of a Keyblade}
Attitude: Analytical, Psychotic, Strategic, and Cool Headed
Appearence: This is what his body sometimes looks like, but all other times its like Sora's Anti-Form
Aziet
Bio: Aziet was the very first Keyblader, but being the first had its downside. The Heartless quickly managed to overwhelm him, and stole his heart. Unlike most others who have their heart stolen though, he kept his original form, to some extent, and his consciousness. He became a Heartless, but one with a mind, and the ability to seal and unseal any door. This didn't come without problems, his Heartless body rejects the light within him, so he must hibernate every ten years, for ten years, in order to sustain himself. He has now awakened for his ten year hunt for Kingdom Hearts, and his lost heart.
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