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Player: Kyou Nitsune
Name: Kuromeru (Kuro for short)
Age: 46
Class: Lancer (Assuming this is alright, if anyone has issues with this feel free to tell me. I've never seen Unlimited, so I'm kinda in the dark here. ^^' But I'm really interested in playing a misterian))
Weapon of choice: Spear
Weapon Appearance: A black shaft with intricate paintings of lightning bolts and swirling storm clouds, the blade itself is rather large and threatening; on its less curved edge it has a carving of a storm cloud.
Weapon name: Suto-mu
Appearance: His hair the color of pitch black, and his eyes the same, the misterian outcast is a rather ghastly looking man. His mask is pulled slantwise, so that it covers his mouth and left eye, leaving a good half of his face exposed, and allowing the muscles around his mouth to remain visible so that it is possible to read his expressions. He is garbed in tattered black robes that only add to his nightmarish appearance. He wears a long black cape that is tattered as well, and swirls about as he moves. His mop of black semi-spiked hair covers his brow, almost reaching into his eyes.
Personality: Mysterious and withdrawn, he seems to find life amusing, and will most likely mock any foolishness he witnesses. At times he can be warm, and at others he can seem defensive. He too is an outcast, though the reasons for banning him are still unknown. He is cool and calculating, and he seems to take a special interest in Nokonno
History: Banned from the misterian society, he seldom mentions his past, and prefers to be one of the quiet, mysterious (and yes cliche) ones. He does not wield a Maken because he has severed his relationship with his race. It is believed that at one time, he flew an airship, but those days are long gone, since he was recently arrested.
Capabilities: Basic Lancer abilities, he'll often pair up with Kageru to unleash devastating thunder based combos. He will from time to time take of his mask, which will spill black billowing mist from his mouth and causes blind status.

Familiar
Name: Kageru
Type: Crane
Element: Thunder
Appearance: Though Kageru looks much like a hawk, his head is at the same level as Kuro's. He possesses black feathers with the occasional yellow pinion, especially his crown, which is bright yellow. His eyes are black, with, once again, yellow laced about the irises. His wings are gigantic, most defiantly disproportionate to his body. He is strong enough to carry Kuro on his back, though he can still fit under Kuro's cloak.

((PL said its all good, so here I go~))
* The guard walked further down the stone steps, the sound of his shoes hitting the damp floor sending dull sounds echoing through the cells. All these cells were empty, save a single one in which a man was shackled from the wrists, his lopsided mask covering a single eye. The black, empty eye glanced upward at him, and his familiar, a dog, growled warningly. The misterian chuckled at the guard and his familiar his mask moving as he exhaled. The guard flinched, because he knew what would happen if that mask were removed, this one was strapped onto his face in an odd manner. Had it been moved over a few inches, he would be in danger.
"Where is your familiar?!" The guard shouted
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me you convict."
"Its dead."
The man became quiet. It was not uncommon for an outlaw to have a familiar which had passed. Often times the loss caused them to go insane, or perhaps they had killed them themselves, but something still felt uneasy.
The dog crept closer, and suddenly, beneath the man's cloak, there was a flash of yellow.
Kageru had opened its eyes, the yellow laced with black shining from beneath the man's cape. Three yellow feathers erupted from the darkness there, flashing with a golden light before striking the dog, throwing it against a wall twitching as electricity laced through its being. There was a flash of lighting, a thunderclap in unison with the creatures final heartbeat. Then it was dead.
The guard screamed out in agony, falling to his knees.
"Really, this was a pitiful show of security." Kuro stated bluntly, his hands breaking the shackles that bound them.
"I'd assume my prison would be harder to escape. After all, I am wanted on several worlds." He chuckled, turning around to look at the sky as thunder clouds rolled in. His hand went to the strap on the back of his head, hidden by his wild black hair. He pulled off the mask from his face, turning around as black fog poured from his mouth and nose. But before it reached the guard, the man saw that Kuro had another place the fog escaped. The cavity that existed where the usually covered eye was supposed to be. Then the black mass reached him, and he saw no more.
Kuro reached into the fog.
"Suto-mu." He murmured, pulling a black shaft from the murk as it formed a spear with intricate carvings and a large curved blade. He pulled his mask back on, the fog disappearing as he held the spear out in front of him.
"Kageru." He murmured
The large bird emerged completely from his cloak, unwrapping itself from his waist and torso. A few yellow feathers flew to the spear, turning the blade and themselves golden. Lightning cackled and suddenly there was an explosion of energy.
Kuro's cloak flew back, but the man and his dead familiar were pressed against the wall with a tremendous force, the bars from his cell soon flying into them. The misterian stepped over the two dead bodies, into the street. The blast had opened a large hole in the wall, allowing him to make his escape.
"Now what?" He murmured with a low, bemused voice.

* "Let us go now Kageru..." Kuro uttered with a deep gravely voice, the one visible eye narrowing in amusment. "Like ancient lore we shall depart into the night as the storm rolls in. A man garbed in black with his familiar, their feathers and clothes blending with their surroundings. Let us dissapear into the darkness and emerge when the sun at last rises to reveal a damp and changed world." He laughed, Kageru wrapping about his neck and shoulders. "Can you feel it? Brother of my heart? The electricity that pulses within the air, the energy that can be felt so easily, but never seen? The planes are beggining to shift now, it wont be long till at last the continential plates collide... I can't wait for the earthquake." A hearty, gravely laugh echoed into the darkness of the town as the man departed down a dark pathway.

* A phantom chuckled in the shadows. "Theif." He said to the blue haired boy, yellow-laced eyes opening in the darkness to stare at his feline familiar. "From one sinner to another. Answer me this. Why is it you steal?" He paused laughing at the question. "Surely there is a reason? Is it the feeling that pulses through your veins as you steal something someone else holds dear? Are you trying to replace something that you've lost? Something you feel was stolen from you? So you mindlessly steal from others in a fool's attempt to gain the funds to buy back your lost item?" He paused, exhaling deaply. "Or can you help it? Do you want to steal? Or do you find keeping your hands from the prize almost painful? Do you beg for blessed release? Do you think of it as a curse? Or gift? What is it that drives you to take from the undeserving?"

Astrean ran after the thief who had 'adopted' him, panting hard because he was unused to running great distances. "What did you steal anyway?!" He yelled as he ran.

"I-i.." Damian stuttered. He had honestly never thought about his 'career' this way before.
"I don't know why I'm even wasting my time talking to you," he finally returned, turning round and marching off down the street.

Ark had been in that town for little over a day and hadn't run into anyone who seemed worthy. There had been rumors though, rumors of fighters with great skill in the town. If he didn't find them tonight he would be leaving the next morning. He leaped across roofs with his compainion flying along behind him. As he looked down upon the streets he saw many people running up and down the road. "Everyone's in such a hurry tonight." As he watched one person run down the road a shadowy figure caught his eye, and the other person seemed to be running from him. "He should prove interesting, and he's a spearmen as well, perfect." He moved over to the edge of the roof overlooking where the man was, "What do you say we watch him?" Raiden looked back at him and nodded in agreement. "Glad you agree." he said with a smirk.