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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:42 am
Sooooo, yeah. Pretty much, that's the gist of it. XD
Here I will be posting various things that need to be... tested.
Wow, that was redundant. XD
Post Layouts for various characters will be developed and stored here for my easy reference. I would greatly appreciate if others would refrain from posting here too often, as it would only serve to clutter and extend the thread.
Additionally, I may find other uses for it, but for now... I don't care that much.
And I just noticed that all my neat new Firefox emotes are gone in guild posts. crying
One thing I'd like to say first is that these creations are, more or less, mine. That just means I'd appreciate if you'd not just... swipe 'em. XD
Copy+Paste is mean!!!
If you want to peruse and take ideas from here, be my guest! Love to help. mrgreen
I won't kill you for copy+pasting and just changing fonts/colors/etc, but it's still not nice and it should weigh on your conscious forever. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:41 am
Cyrus Post Style  Ϲyrus Blackhart Cyrus only half heard the young Drow's words, not particularly caring for what he had said. With no less a demonic visage or voice, he responded to the Drow. "I do not fear your master. That is your duty alone." He paused as Xalia cut in. Hearing her voice, Cyrus almost calmed down some, but not nearly enough to placate his rage. He let out another sadistic laugh as he considered how he would go about dismembering the Drow. He didn't think about it for too long though before Shurvayas appeared. Cyrus' own fiendish visage met with the demon's. He said nothing, only watched as Shurvayas unleashed his rage upon his failure apprentice. As he vanished, Cyrus threw his sword aside, stalking his way over to the Drow heaped on the floor. Glaring down upon the wretched creature, bleeding to death and helpless before him, a sick, twisted grin spread across Cyrus' lips, his eyes still burning red hatred and fire. "Do you see now, houj?" He croaked, his chilling voice cutting through the very air around him. "It would seem your time has come to an end." With no warning and incredible speed and viciousness, Cyrus reached down, plunging his hand down through the back of the Drow's skull, taking hold of his spinal column. With a viscious snarl, he pulled back violently, his already terrible strength augmented by the pure embodiment of rage embracing him. The resulting force tore the Drow's spine from his back, snapping bones, ligaments, and various other internal workings. The resulting mess and gore that remained was all too horrific, and the sight of that much blood sent Cyrus into a frenzy. Frantically and almost pathologically ripping, shreding and tearing to the mass of gore before him, Cyrus began to feed upon the once recognizable being, gorging himself on the blood filled husk. He appeared savage and his eyes reflected cruel and twisted instinct that had all but taken over his actions.
~When my time comes
~Forget the wrong that I've done
ʟεαѵε συτ αʟʟ τнε ʀεșτ Glimwicket Post Style Glimwicket Ranzwig
Glim watched indignantly as the Cambion blew him off. He had half a mind to divert his teleport, but knew that would only further agitate their already shaky relations. The Gnome had no intention to annoy or aggravate the demon, but it seemed that's what had happened. Arrogant and judgmental. He mentally scoffed to himself. Why must all beings be so? Shaking his head annoyed, the Gnome approached the blade embedded in the earth. He knew far better than to physically touch it, so he simply admired it from a short distance. Runes... Ancient ones at that. Certainly uncommon, even for practitioners of darker magics... But the Gnome was learned and wise, having spent over a millennium of his existence seeking knowledge of all races, beings, cultures, and magics. Demonic runes, no doubt. It made sense, considering the Cambion. Shaking his head again, the Gnome sighed before sharply clapping his hands together. Suddenly, he and his illusory double vanished in a puff of green smoke, the sound of shattering glass permeating the air. His destination was near a site of great magics, something he had sensed during his conversation with the demon. Reappearing in the vicinity of the battle with Ithya, Glim, invisible, and his illusory mage duplicate looked around.
Master Illusionist
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:46 am
 Lance Stone ~ Earth   Skips like a boulder
In the late-day sun, the mammoth man worked away at the forge, tempering steel and shaping what would, in time, become a blade worthy of a king. Since the general had left his shop, the blacksmith worked tirelessly, his earlier labor and his current hunger in the backmost corner of his mind. Some things were simply too important to delay for the likes of food and rest.
During a move from the forge to the anvil, Lance had heard, albeit briefly, the calling of a new ditty by the ever-chipper Shaena down the street. An amused grin crossed his face then, the upbeat girl’s attitude never failing to make him smile and shake his head. They did speak, from time to time, and despite having fairly different demeanors, Lance liked the girl and her assistant, Miku. They all shared a love of nature’s magnificent beasts and beauties, not to mention that, their shops being so close together, the hulking man often helped out with some of the more rowdy creatures, when necessary. It was a simple friendship, but one that Lance had come to appreciate for it's simplicity and lack of excessive drama.
His mind having wandered, Steele shook himself back into focus at the approach of an armed troop of soldiers. The beastly man grimaced. The general from before wasn’t enough military business for one day? He didn’t take his attention from the work at hand until he was addressed. The notion that the Emperor himself had a message for the humble smith was a rather profound one, though the massive smith assumed it had something to do with his rather elaborate reputation.
With a tremendously deep breath, the hulking man set down his hammer upon the anvil and turned to face the officer addressing him. Wiping a trunk-like arm across his forehead and raising a brow, his voice rumbled like thunder in the heat of the forge. “Aye, that’s me.” Steele stood patiently, listening to the officer’s words, his eyes flickering over the small troop of men beyond the gate.
As the smaller man spoke, his commanding tone and simple airheaded arrogance abundant, the smith crossed his massive arms over his massive chest, mirroring the officer, albeit as several sizes larger. Lance was a very patriotic citizen of Osanen, always willing to aid his country when given the opportunity. He was tremendously fond of the late Emperor, as was everyone else, and even the new Emperor had the blacksmiths silent support. The bulky man knew that the new Emperor was doing only what was necessary for the preservation of the Empire, the taxes, laws, and force being the only conduit for order. Despite his looks, Lance was a rather learned man, knowledgeable of politics and economics [he did run his own business].
As supportive of the new Emperor and his means as he was, Lance was not overly pleased about the way the officer treated him, a well standing, law-abiding citizen of the Empire. Furling his brow, the great man huffed a rumbling breath and frowned. Lance was never one to make a decision abruptly, and despite the ‘request’ from the Emperor, this was no exception. He would have to make sure all was in order before he up-and-left his job here. He was the sole provider for his family, and he had a line of other obligatory orders to complete before his records would be clear. Surely, the latter could be easily waived for this reason, but the former certainly could not. The impressive smith said nothing for some time, as if pondering or simply testing the officer’s patience. When he finally spoke, it was in a gravelly, deep tone, which failed to rumble heartily as his typical speech did. “How generous of you.” The smith’s expression was sour, his words dry. “You will find that I have no intention of failing compliance with our great Emperor; however, there are matters which must be addressed prior to such compliance, or I will be forced to decline.” The gargantuan man spoke quite plainly, his words solid and unwavering. He respected the military for their service to the Empire, but he was not about to be pushed around by them.
A female voice caught his attention then, the sing-song nature of which immediately identified the speaker as being Shaena. Shifting his immense bulk slightly, Lance peered over the fence at the woman’s approach, a small smile crossing his bearded face. What timing, eh? He mused to himself as he nodded and rumbled a polite greeting, his tone dry and mildly sarcastic. “Nay, just… ‘business’ with our fine officer here...” Though as Shaena would likely agree, when the military was involved, business tended to be a mite unusual and rather unpleasant. The immense, bearded man lowered his arms from across his chest, as if to appear less imposing. Wiping the sweat from his brow once more, he realized just how long he’d been working and how he was growing slightly hungry now that his work process had been thrown off. The muscled man grumbled, sweat glistening across his chiseled features.
What we are is the sum of a thousand lies
x xWhat we know is almost nothing at allxx
xBut we are what we are 'till the day we die
Or 'till we don't have the strength to go on
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:01 am
⋚ Isaac Quetzalcoatl ⋛ ⋚Ѵoice of the Storm⋛   The connection of tooth and armor, claw and scale, blade and flesh, all sent a sort of exhilaration rushing through the Storm Rider and his mount. Isaac had heard the faint whistling but shrugged it away immediately as the situation suddenly changed. Quetzalcoatl growled through clenched teeth as the Avion caught hold of his wing, the new pain only serving to tighten his jaw’s grasp. When the air around them went still, Quetzalcoatl immediately perceived the Nemean’s intention. Before Isaac had a chance to be alarmed, the dragon had sent telepathic instructions as to what was about to unfold.
The speed of thought transpired, and Isaac nodded firmly, his grip on the charged glaive tightening, unmoving. Quetzalcoatl allowed the entwined mass of armor, scales and feathers to plummet earthward, twisting his sinuous body and using his free wing to orient himself. Storm clouds rushed past them, or rather they rushed past the thunderheads, a seemingly void airspace encircling them.
Breaking through the final visually-hindering barrier of the storm, the white of the ice shards below became readily visible and taunted of certain death. Isaac was prepared to follow through with his friend’s plan, never fearing for one moment what the outcome would be. Crouched forward in the saddle, the Rider clenched his teeth and his fist, his armet providing sufficient protection from the high velocity fall. The ground drew ever closer. They were cutting it close…
Suddenly, the Voice of the Storm reacted. With a sharp twist, Isaac arced the glaive through the Avion’s flesh and wrenched it free from Hari’s body. The electric charge ceased, but the fall was far from over. Quetzalcoatl snapped into action immediately. With a final swift, violent twist of his body and flap of his wing, the great feathered serpent pried the Avion from off of his body using his jaws, unwinding in the process. No longer wrapped around the bird, the massive serpentine used the unraveling motion of his body to act as a sort of whip, snapping his head in the direction of the ground. As he did this, Quetzalcoatl released the Avion from his death grip. The release was accompanied by a thundering roar, which literally translated into a thundering sonic force projecting from the mouth of the dragon.
The effect was a whipping slingshot aided by a forceful sonic blast. The intent was to project the Avion into the ground with little hope of recovering from the fall. The bird gone, and Quetzalcoatl occupied with trying to veer away from the ice spikes himself, Isaac concentrated on his own mastery of the Air. Calling upon his honed talents, the Storm Rider provided enough wind resistance to slow their fall. Coupled with his friend’s regained wing usage, the Voice of the Storm could now steer their decent.
It was to small effect, however. The Avion’s sharp, strong beak had caused quite the wound to the serpent’s wing, and while he didn’t require them to fly, it was debilitating nonetheless. Additionally, the speed at which they were falling was not easy to recover from, magic or no magic. The downward sonic force aided in slowing their decent as well, but the end result was still nothing pleasant. The pair veered away from the sea of spikes, but only just enough. Grazing the sharp ice structures, Quetzalcoatl’s armored underbelly absorbed a majority of the damage. They also managed to avoid Chione and her strange visitor, causing a gale of rushing air as they passed.
Despite the dragon's mental urging, Isaac would not abandon Quetzalcoatl, even when their collision with a standing ruin was imminent. Bracing himself for impact, Isaac took a deep breath, once more attempting to lessen the wreck they were about to become using power of Air. Quetzalcoatl slammed into the side of the stone ruin, a resounding crash emanating from the site accompanied by a pained roar. Snow, ice, and debris erupted from the crash like a mushroom cloud blocking vision into or out of the area.
In the shadows of a golden age
A generation waits for dawn
Brave carry on
Bold and the strong
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:06 am
 ∞ Quentin ti'Melourd ∞
✎ Quintessential Master of Time Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time~
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines~~~~~~ ~For infinity, we shall persist Home, home again. I like to be here, when I can. And when I come home, cold and tired, it’s good to warm my bones beside the fire. A flowing, silver figure passed through the warded entry into the massive Spire. The figure, male, a decent build, was clothed in stark gray robes lined with silver embroidery. He wore a wide-brimmed hat of similar color, an impressive silver feather protruding from the top of it. The man’s face was young, yet aged all at once. Appearing no older than thirty years, his hair was comprised of silver streaks, his finely trimmed goatee matching in chromatic. Most noticeable were his piercing, silver eyes. It was as if they bore into your being and perused your very soul as easily as they would a written tome.
In the man’s hand rested a staff, thin and straight, made of pure silver, atop which sat a crystal of mysterious origin. It glowed and hummed faintly in the dark of the night and in the unlit hallways of the Tower. A small smile crossed the Silver Magi’s face as he slowly made his way through the corridors of his home. He had traveled these hall so many times, each turn, corner, and niche permanently engraved in his memory. He was Silverstaff. He was Quintessence. He was Quentin ti’Melourd, Quintessential Magus of the Hierarchy of Mages, and he had just returned from a leisurely stroll of the countryside—one that had lasted the entirety of the day.
The Silver Magi often disappeared for days, weeks, months, even years at a time. His colleagues were well aware of his tendency to lose track of time. Despite his frequent ‘long walks,’ the quintessential mage never failed to be where he needed to be when he needed to be there. Four thousand years of practice saw to that. This particular stroll was important for Quentin, as it allowed him time to sort out his opinions on the most pressing matters at hand.
The new Master of the Tower, her inception as such only hours old, was the topic of much debate throughout the magic, and non-magic, communities. Her distant relation to terrors of the past served to diminish her reputation and support. Quentin had decided none of this was to be the case with him. He had pledged his loyalty to the Tower three thousand years before, and it would take more than civil unrest to shake him of his commitment. No, the Master would have his support, as every Master before her had. Quentin was actually on his way to meet Master ti’Khe that moment, to ensure her of his loyalty and support. Surely, the incredibly young woman could use all the help she could get, and a bit of good news in these trying times would certainly bring positive impact upon morale for all.
As he made his way through the twisting corridors and stairways, up higher into the Tower’s heart, Silverstaff contemplated the other recent happening that was the talk of the world. Charter and Lilia were free and at large. The ancient Magus had mixed opinions and feelings concerning the pair of miscreants, the kind of which he rarely divulged to others. Those who knew already needed not ask, for despite his patience, Quentin loathed to speak of the Flame Deluge. The subject stung close to home, even these forty years after.
Finding that he had lost track of time once more, the Silver Magi glanced about the upper floors, almost amused by his ability to unconsciously walk these halls. He approached the Master’s chambers with a practiced patience, adjusted his hat’s seat on his silvered hair, and cleared his throat. This would be his first official interaction with the new Master, and he wanted to be sure he got his full intention across. Donning a calm, professional expression, Quentin ti’Melourd rapped lightly on the Master’s door.
The tolling of the Iron Bell~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Calls the faithful to their knees~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To hear the softly spoken magic spells~
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:19 am
Whoooooo, Kho-class Cleric Style goes heeeeere, homes. Now to actually create the b*****d. XD
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:21 am
Akira's post format xoxoxoxxoxoxoxA K I Я A x Я Y ʘxoxoxoxxoxoxox
WISE MEN SPEAK BECAUSE THEY HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY FOOLS BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:23 am
Leo's post format 
█║▌│ xoxｉ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｌｅａｖｅｈｅｒｅxoxoxoxoxox
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxI CANNOT STAY
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xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxI WOULD SAY
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☇ TEAM LEGEND ADMINxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
xoxoxтнεʀε aʀε ɴo - - ｆ ｌ ｏ ｗ ｅ ｒ ｓ ✿ ;
xoxoxoxoxoɴo, ɴoт тнιs тιмε -
xoxoxтнεʀε'ʟʟ вε ɴo ａｎｇｅｌｓ
xoxoxox☇ ｇｒａｃｉｎｇ - тнε - ｌｉｎｅｓ ;
ȷυsт тнεsε 『 ＳＴＡＲＫ ＷＯＲＤＳ Ｉ ＦＩＮＤ 』 - - -
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:27 am
Vxyrkxvxykf dv’Ykvyxr ”Effort only fully releases its reward after a person refuses to quit.” ◆ ♢ ◆xxxxxThe Steadfast
◆ ♢ ◆xxxxxVrykkx  They call me ◆ ◆ Xyrk [pronounced Zerk], X, V, and so on, due to the complexity of my true name.
I am a ◆ ◆ male.
I am ◆ ◆ six-thousand nine-hundred eighty-seven Earth years of age. Back home, I’m considered to be in my prime.
I love ◆ ◆ females, though I am not sure of the implications…
Wait, I can do that? ◆ ◆ Vrykkx are only different from Human beings in a few ways. Biologically, we are very similar, possessing two arms, two legs, similar bone structure and musculature. The only major differences biologically are that we have a much higher metabolism. This is both beneficial and detrimental: Our wounds heal in hours instead of days, days instead of weeks, etcetera, but our bodies have a much higher core temperature. Back home, this would not be an issue, but here on Earth, the climate is much warmer…
Mentally, Vrykkx possess a substantially higher developed and accessed brain. Where Humans only ever access a small, miniscule fraction of their true mental capacity, we Vrykkx make use of nearly all of it. We have evolved beyond the need for verbal communication. Our higher mental faculty provides us with what Humans call Telepathy and Psychokinesis.
Via the former, I can detect and peruse the thoughts of others as well as engage in communication to one whose thoughts I am “reading” by telempathically transferring my own thoughts to the individual.
Psychokinesis, as Humans perceive it, refers almost rigidly to Telekinesis. In reality, Psychokinesis is more of a blanket term, used to cover a variety of “abnormal” abilities. These range widely from Vrykkx to Vrykkx and include such skills as telekinesis, matter transmutation, photon control, etcetera. Personally, I have been endowed with a prominent Telekinetic ability, allowing me to manipulate matter at a distance through sheer force of will. This allows me to lift objects, hold open doors, pull levers, pretty much anything you could do physically. My superior psyche makes my Telekinetic abilities far surpass my physical ones, enabling me to remotely lift much heavier objects than I would normally be able to. I’ve also begun to utilize these abilities to emulate ‘force.’ Telekinetic walls, spheres, punches, you name it. Archer’s training helped with that, as that type of training was never emphasized or even mentioned back home.
Don't mess with me! ◆ ◆ My Telekinetic abilities certainly are my greatest strength. Before I came to Earth, I’d have claimed my intellect for that role, but I know very little about Earth and its highly varying cultures. My Telepathy ensures that group communication is never lacking, in spite of potential device-failure. Perhaps what my fellow Elites see as my greatest asset is my sheer determination to complete a task and my undying loyalty to our cause. I am highly dependable; if you need something done, you know who to talk to. Of course, some consider my obsessive nature for my work to be a detriment, but honestly? How could that be possible? They just don’t know good work ethic when they see it.
Well, that sucks. ◆ ◆ I am not invincible, by any means. My physiology is nearly identical to that of a Human’s, meaning that I can be harmed in any way that a Human could, and just as badly. Bullets pierce my flesh, my bones can be broken, I do bleed [and no, my blood is not green]. Additionally, my high metabolism, while it makes recovering from such wounds easier and quicker, endangers my very existence on Earth. My core body temperature is significantly higher than that of a Human: my body temperature should be fifty-one and sixty-seven tenths in Earth degrees Celsius, or one-hundred and twenty-five degrees in Earth Fahrenheit. My home world remains much, much cooler during all “seasons” than here on Earth. Naturally, Earth Summers are highly uncomfortable for me, and can even prove dangerous or fatal if I am not careful. I’ve taken to utilizing a portable cooling unit for those hot days, otherwise I could very well burn alive from the inside out. My heat-intolerance also leaves me vulnerable to heat based weaponry or monstrous abilities. Rylyx forbid we encounter another fire-spitting reptile…
If you're blind, then you should know ◆ ♢ ◆ By Human measurements, I am 2.05 metres or six-feet and seven inches tall. My body is only slightly less dense than a Huamn’s, but it results in my weight being, apparently, odd for my height. I insist that the bizarre gravity of this planet is the cause, but I weigh roughly 54 Earth kilograms, or 120 pounds. Miraculously, despite my line of work here on Earth, I’ve escaped without a scar from all of our encounters. I can only attribute it to my metabolism, as the wounds I receive heal cleanly every time, despite severity. I’ve not bothered to “ink” my body or puncture it with metallic rings and studs. I do not see the purpose of these activities.
My natural form would likely create panic in public. I am tall and gaunt, possessing only small holes for ears and no “nose.” Humans find it odd that I am missing a nose, but I’ve no need for one. Why do they? Anyway, my eyes are a solid black color, but they vary from different shades of grey depending on my mood. My skin is a pale grey color, compared to the rather pigmented skin of Humans. I find their variation most odd and exciting. I have no body hair to speak of, which is excellent considering my intolerance of warmth.
In light of my natural form’s disturbing visage to ignorant Humans, I replicated a sort of masking device made by my people using spare parts from the wreckage of my vessel. Through Archer’s assistance, I gained access to the parts, and set about creating a device that would mask my physical appearance and make myself appear as Human as possible. At first, I discovered that I lacked sufficient resources, most of the debris from my vessel proved worthless, save for several key parts. With Amaterasu’s help, however, I was able to substitute Earthly materials in place of the remaining parts. In effect, I claim ownership of perhaps the first hybrid Human-Alien technology. Unfortunately, replicating this device is nearly impossible due to the fact that we’ve no more materials from my planet and the Earth materials do not effectively substitute the main power core, among other things. Ultimately, the device allows me to take on a human appearance, the one most often viewed when I am outside of our headquarters. Within HQ, however, I feel comfortable enough around my friends to exist in a more natural state, though I have taken to wearing Earth clothes instead of my traditional garb. What little provisions survived the descent to Earth is now long worn and useless, though I still keep it, for sentimental purposes.
My story starts out like this ◆ ♢ ◆ In order to fully understand me, you would first have to have a sizable grasp of my people, the Vrykkx. When humans think of “aliens,” usually small, green-skinned men with antennae or huge, ferocious beasts come to mind. While this may, or may not, be the case somewhere in the wide multiverse, it is not the case with the Vrykkx. We do not have antennae, nor viscous fangs and shredding claws. In fact, we are akin to Humans in more ways than we are different. Our societies are similarly structured, albeit ours is more advanced and organized; our people perform similar tasks as those of Earth, producing foods, building structures and vehicles. Even our physical forms are similar. We have two arms, two legs, bones, muscles, blood, and every other facet of biological “normality.” Only our metabolism is greatly different from Humans’, ours existing at a much higher rate. What makes our societies significantly different is the mental faculties of our people. Vrykkx utilize a much larger portion of their brains than Humans do. As such, we have developed skills no human has yet to possess naturally. All Vrykkx are Telepathic. Additionally, each family passes down a variety of Psychokinetic abilities, based on those of pervious generations. No two Vrykkx families are identical in ability.
Perhaps I’ve reiterated, but enough about my people. You wish to know about me. I’ll not waste time providing the names of my birth parents, nor the locale of my birth. You’d not know them, much less be able to pronounce them. I lived quite comfortably on my planet, upper class, as you Humans would call it. I received a top quality education and entered the workforce as a young Vrykkx. One thing I should like to point out: Our education process on Vrykkx requires roughly two-thousand of your Earth years to complete, so when I hear young Earthlings complaining about the twelve or twenty Earth years required of them, I cannot pity them. My role in society was that of, what you would call, an engineer. I worked extensively with electronics, mechanical devices, digital devices, and other such things. Yes, I enjoyed my work. No, I am not as successful here on Earth. You see, as our technology is much more sophisticated back home, Earthly technology is, quite frankly, beyond my grasp. It would take me many more years to become as informed about Earthtech as I am concerning my own tech.
Anyway, my past grows significantly drearier from this point on. At some point, I cannot say the exact Earth date, I was chosen to participate on an extraplanetary exploration and to assist as the technical supervisor for the team. We explored many galaxies, our vessels able to move at lightspeed and beyond. I had been, regrettably, encountering unrelenting malfunction with our vessel’s communication array, so we had very little contact with home. Eventually, we reached a galaxy, which we dubbed Kkryxvrn Xr-|. It should have been just as simple as the last few, but something went wrong. We had descended into the atmosphere of one of the planetoids so the Team could collect samples and all that. I never was one for biology, more of a calculator myself, so I stayed onboard the ship working on the CommUnit. Only when I managed to bring it back online did I learn of the razing destruction that befell my homeworld. I learned little, as there was only panic and confusion pouring through the receiver, but I know that there was an invasion of some kind. We had always held peaceful relations with our neighbors, so I could not fathom what force wreaked such havoc on my home, but I immediately went to inform the others. Perhaps it was my current emotional state, but I was incredibly paranoid at that point, and the feeling only grew when I could not locate or communicate with my teammates. I really would rather not describe the next part… The scene is still burned into my mind, this very day, but it is not my memory that fails to disclose the information. All I will say is that the planet was inhabited by life forms that did not register as life forms by our vessel’s scanning equipment. Our parameters for determining what was considered a life form apparently did not include these creatures, for whatever reason. I am still under the impression that they are not life forms at all. Of course, my entire story would be discounted in that case, but anyway… I fled to the vessel. Luckily, I was well equipped to pilot it on my own, despite the typical requirement of a four-Vry crew. I escaped the planet, but then found I had nowhere to go. I dared not return home for fear of meeting the same fate. I have never forgiven myself for that act of cowardice. For all I know, there could have been survivors, a misunderstanding, something.. anything! But no, I will never know the truth.
I punched in a random set of coordinates into the navigator and initiated the warp engine. I found the vessel more difficult to pilot and maintain on my own, but I had to go somewhere. I wound up in the Milky Way galaxy, as dubbed by the Humans, and sought out the closest System with signs of life. Yes, it was Earth. Of course, your governments did not take too kindly to my arrival, displaying fearful prejudice, something that had long been done away with on my planet. For a time, I was afraid of what would become of me. I approached Earth seeking aid but became fearful for my life under the “care” of the governments. My vessel had been badly damaged in my solo-piloting descent through the Earth’s atmosphere, and without the proper materials, which were practically non-existent on this planet, I could not repair it, even if the Human leaders were to allow me to leave. It was then I met with Elijiah Archer.
Archer seemed to be different than the other Humans I was forced to deal with before. It was as if he could understand my predicament. Perhaps it was because he was actually listening to what I had to say, instead of bickering over whether to interrogate me or dissect me. No, Archer was different, and he made that much very clear to me the day I met him. He informed me of his organization and their purpose. Instantly, I was relived. Their goal was to assist non-humans! I knew immediately that they had surely rescued me from a less-than-humane fate. Archer mentioned a Team he was putting together, one that was for the protection of both Humans and non-Humans alike, and would consist of both. I volunteered. After all, what else did I have anymore? Unless Humans were to suddenly discover a way to utilize their odd assortment of resources to perfect lightspeed travel, I had no hope of seeing my homeland again. I was new to this planet, and their customs, and this organization, these people, were going to help me. I could only offer to return the favor.
These days, I am slightly more accustomed to the way of life on this planet. I discovered early on that I had difficulty speaking the Human tongue, and their obscene variety of “languages.” Back home, there was one language. But, my Vrykkx anatomy would not allow for me to pronounce many of the Human words and sounds. My vocal structure simply had not the capacity for proper speech. Of all the Human tongues, the one dubbed “Russian” comes easiest to me, though I have managed to pick up a sprinkling of words and phrases from other tongues. The easiest way for me to communicate, by far, is via my Telepathy. Of course, when interacting with “normal Humans,” those blissfully unaware of S.O.N.’s existence, mental communication could yield negative results. As such, I find it very difficult to communicate to those people.
I spend much of my time working to further the goals of S.O.N. They took me in, after all, and I felt that I owed them a life-debt. On my planet, not to honor a life-debt would be to displease the great Rylyx, god of my people. I have since lost faith in my religion, but found that I’ve no need of such things. I freely reference gods of all religions without remorse or discomfort.
My fellow Elites have been especially good to me. In fact, I consider them to be as my family. Though I will never again see my blood family, there is little I would not do for any of my dearest partners. Eh, I feel as though I am simply rambling now, perhaps there is little more to learn of me.
I have issues ◆ ♢ ◆ The most commonly known aspect about me is my diligence. Dubbed “Steadfast” by my friends and allies, there is great truth in that. Once dedicated to a task, I will not cease working until I have completed it. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the company of others, by any means, but I am often very busy. Rarely do I find the time to partake in the strange activities my fellow Elites consider entertainment.
Some might consider me an introvert, as I indulge myself completely in my work. The reasons for this are simple, however. I do not verbally communicate well, for one thing. Additionally… Whenever I do find a moment for myself, I often lose myself in memories of the past. It is for that reason that I work so hard. I must occupy my mind, for fear of reliving the pain and loss over again. I cannot stand myself sometimes, and always hold my cowardly decision with grief, but I know that nothing comes from dwelling on the past. Must keep busy…
I am active, having undergone training as have my fellows. As strong as any fit Human, I dislike close combat. No, not because I am afraid, but mostly because there are others better suited for the task, and I am better suited for other tasks. If necessary, however, I can aptly defend myself in melee. I salvaged a special weapon from my vessel before being apprehended. They relieved me of it, but I recently got it back. I have Archer to thank for that, and have been practicing with it since.
With regard to my fellow Elites, I have only the utmost respect and admiration. Archer has shown me such kindness and wisdom over the years, and I hate to think of where I’d be without him. Logan has my total respect, and I truly believe there was none better suited to lead us. The others, well, each are special to me in their own way. I do not relate much to our resident brute, but he has saved me from a tight spot more times than I care to mention. Mitzy does all in her power to invoke laughter from me. Perhaps she finds the sound amusing, as it is significantly different from a Human’s laughter. Overall, she’s great to have around, though I can’t help but feel like she makes fun of my laughter. Amaterasu is just wonderful! She is so incredibly knowledgeable about this Human world, and I often come to her seeking advice or information regarding many things. She is also one of the few individuals on this planet who can correctly pronounce my full name, and she does so often. It pleases me to no end. Vesper, I find to be an odd one, as I often find myself forgetting that she’s even around. She’s good at remaining unnoticed until she desires otherwise. Usually, that otherwise is when things start to heat up between the Elites. I, personally, am glad she’s around. We’d get nothing done if we only argued all day, and she’s what one would call a mediator. Alec is new to our team, but no less important now. I perhaps think he finds me odd, considering I do not speak often, but then again… When one can change his body into a mineral composite… I cannot help but wonder how I am the odd one.
I am particularly fond of Human food. I am not picky at all when it comes to Human food. In fact, I find it all to be exquisite! I only with I had a sensory organ to “smell” this food. My friends tell me that that is the best part, in some cases, but I am completely happy with the taste. Never, before coming to this planet, have I dined on such succulent, delicious dishes! I almost doubt their ability to provide nutrients to the body, but I have yet to collapse malnourished, so continue to eat, I will. In fact, I believe I will obtain a ‘hamburger’ right now…
Ah, where was I? Ah yes. If you must know, I am deathly afraid of the creature called “rabbit.” I am oft the target of jest and prank for this [Mitzy]. They remind me too much of a poisonous, viscous beast from back home. Not only do they bring back bad memories, but they could be venomous at that! I’ve heard some Humans keep them as pets. I cannot understand why.
Also, as noted before, heat, fires, warmth of any kind discomforts me, and extreme cases of such heat truly scares me. It could, quite literally, be the death of me, so I am very, very wary of such heat sources. Put me in a cold environment, however, and I will be one happy Vrykkx.
I can be friendly, if you can get over the fact that I talk in your head, and so long as you keep those evil “rabbits” away from me. Dogs typically dislike me initially, but grow to love me. I love dogs. They are such fascinating creatures. Ah! But I am rambling once more. It’s high time I got back to work anyway, so, if you please. I take my leave.
Take a bow ◆ ♢ ◆ Xen-Zanbato
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:59 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 3:01 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 3:05 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 3:06 am
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