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 Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:01 pm
The Mire.........is on....................Fire............The Miiiiire............is onnnn.........Firrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeee....................Someone.............save us...........................The MMMMMMiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeee is............on Fire.......................It Burns.........................Someone..............Hellllllllppp.........usss............................................
These eire words drift over Alberania like a dark song every night from the charred ruins of a bustling city call The Mire. The long ago screams of the people as they and their city burned.
The citizens of Alberania have grown up listening to the cries of the past. They all know the story of The Mire. In fact it is their main source of income. They give tours of the once great city to tourists. The charge is over 70cubex, the currency of Alberania. It is a large sum, but many pay it year round to step foot in the city and to get a chance to see the last spirt that lingers there and keeps the sad song alive. He is called the Young Sire since he was the prince of the time and they do not know his name. They do know that it is because of his presence that you can see the city as it once was at night at midnight. During the day it is charred ruins, but during the night it looks just as it did before it burned, though it is empty but for the Young Sire.
There is one rule when you are on the tour. DO NOT TOUCH THE YOUNG SIRE. Simple yes? You can touch any thing else, but for the ghost boy. The reason? He will go beserk, break out of the ghost world or the Thin, and cause havoc. If he grabs you he will take you to his world, the ghost world. You will be a half ghost, cursed at night to be with his magesthy and only be free from the Thin during the day. During the day you are able to go back to Alberania.Prince Jon is the Young Sire. He has been trapped in his city long after everyone else managed to find rest. He knows that he is dead. When you have so much time and your city is empty every night how can you not notice? His existince is cursed because every time a human touches his wandering ghost body he breaks through the Thin and becomes a demon. During the day he relives the day of his death and his city's destruction. He can't move on even if he answers the question of how his entire city managed to burn to the ground. Though he does not know the reason he cannot move on. He wants to be reborn some day, but first he must escape....Y is a tourist. He had paid the money to go on the tour and has no intention of breaking the rules. However someone else does and the Young Sire breaks into the human world. After causing much terror and several injuies he grabs Y and drags him back into the Thin to his city, The Mire. Now Y must live the life of a half ghost. The only perk if you can call it that is that Y no longer has to sleep very much.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 11:49 pm
~Da Rules~
*no cybering
*keep god modding to a minial with person's permission or not at all
*post regularly
*semi literate to literate posts please~
*I reserve the right to add more rules as I see fit.
*pm me profile with the title 'The Mire'
*put a wahmbulance in the tittle or I won't look at it.
*don't curse every other word. I will boot you out.
*I reserve the right to accept or deny any profiles.
*put a razz so I know you read the rules at the bottom of your profile.
*Have fun^^
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 12:01 am
Profile Skeleton
My Creator: (username)
What they call me: (character name)
Candles: (age)
What I am like: (personality)
My life thus far: (biography)
I was born as: (sex male obviously)
I am: (human I will change it to half ghost when your character is dragged into the Thin.)
I look like: (appearance. Anime pick please.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 12:41 am
The Stars of the Show
My Creator: Zelici DragonSquire What they call me: Jon aka the Young Sire Candles: 17 What I am like: I don't like burning to death every day, being touched, or that no one will try to put me to rest. I do like sushi, ramen, rice with beef, flowers, and company some times at least. It's been a while since I've had to think about how I act. I am stubborn, proud, and if I don't like something, loud. In my demon form I am rather blood thirsty and in a lot of pain so it is hard to think. My loyalty is to my subjects...if I had any left. I don't like to be alone. It bothers me that my demon form is taller and stronger than my nomal form. It hurts too. I hope this explains a bit about me. My life thus far: Explained above. I was born as: Male I am: Human Ghost/ Demon I look like:  Demon Form: 
My Creator: Knux33
What they call me: Kinic 'Kin' Lewis
Candles: 18
What I am like: Shy; a thinker, not a doer. In tense situations I tend to lash out with a bit more volume and words then I normally do. In strange places, depending on the situation, I'll either retreat into my shell, or 'attack' outward. But I adapt quickly (something I've learned to do after a life of moving around ever 2 to 3 years, or less) and try not to let anything be unfamiliar for too long.
My life thus far: I've moved around for almost as long as I can remember, because of my dad's distinct ability to either piss off his boss or find a 'better' job once every other year or so. I've learned not to get too close to people (as I'll just be moving anyway) and to get used to new scenery quickly. I'm looking forward to leaving my migrating parents to go to college, but first I'm taking the chance to sight see where we've just moved to, and the main attraction. Sure, it wasn't cheep, but the word is that seeing the strange city, the Mire, and its one lingering ghost is an experience worth the money. I might as well see the wonder anyway, while we're still in town ...
I was born as: Male
I am: Half Ghost
I look like: 
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 12:16 pm
Darkness was falling and already the song was drifting over Alberania.
Ttttttthhhheeeeeeeeee..............Mire is on........................Firrrrrrrrrrrre...........................Theee.......Miiiiiiiree.............is on Fireeeeeeeeee.........Someone........save us.....................The...........Mire.......isssssssss on..................Fire....................It..........Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnsssssssss.........................Some one...................heeeeelllllllp............usss
The Walk, the place where you sign up for The Mire Tour was already opening. The Guides were opening the doors to the small line of ten people that were aready waiting out side. More would be coming shortly as the song drifted over the city. The ruins of The Mire were already beginning to return to before they burned all those centeries ago.
Jon was lying in what was beginning to become his bedroom. He had died in his room asleep. When he woke to the fire it was too late for him to escape. His cries had joined the others when he became aware of what was happening. How had this happened? He always wondered. Groaning in pain from reliving his death Jon got up and exited his room. He went up to the battlements and looked down at Alberania and huffed. They living would be coming again like they had for centeries.
He huffed again before turning away and heading for the hidden staircase that would lead him down to the ground. You would think he would avoid the humans and he tried but they always found him, his cries entertaining them. It was sick. Sighing he opened his mouth and began to say the words they loved to hear as he walked the paths he did when he was alive like them.
"Theeee...........Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiire.......is on................Fiiiiire.................The..............Mire..........isssssssss............on Fire......................" he said over and over again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:07 pm
Kinic Lewis (simply called 'Kin' by those who knew him, though none of them could really be called 'friends') sighed to himself, approaching the Walk behind a group of rowdy teenagers. He hadn't even gotten to the tour yet, and the small group ahead of him was already beginning to grate on his nerves.
Trying to ignore them, he bought his ticket after the group, hoping he wouldn't have to be stuck in the same tour group as they were.
He was.
Great ... just great. He thought to himself, but only showed his irritation by a small roll of the eyes. Kinic was used to just shouldering annoyances like them; especially considering he had to put up with a whole school full.
It was strange; he often found himself around those older than him, just by preference.
But then he gazed at the city and forgot about the slightly loud group of teens (two guys and girls; possibly a double date). The sun had set, and the ruins he had seen in the distance coming up to the place had transformed themselves. Kin felt his eyes widening despite the fact that he had been told that the phenomenon was supposed to happen.
Sure, he'd lived at a town nearby, but not near enough to see (or hear) what really went on at night.
But then the guide came, and their group was given the basic rule list: there weren't really an rules. That made the red-head blink. He'd been on qite a few tours, and usually there were rules like: no flash photography, or 'stay with your group.' Apparently, that was not so here.
But the only rule and the most surprising thing to Kin was when the plump woman in uniform said with a stern look: "But, whatever you do," her glare was mostly aimed at the teens, "don't touch the young Sir. Now if you will just follow me--"
Kin wondered how anyone could touch a ghost. But the tour was moving and the female guide was sprouting out interesting history about the surrounding buildings so he let the thought drop.
Though ... they seemed to be getting closer to someone else speaking as the tour went on.
Following along, glad he had paid the large sum for the ticket even though he was stuck with the four teens about his age that looked like matching airs of cheerleaders and jocks, Kin tried to adsorb what the guide was saying.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:28 am
Jon could sense that the living had entered his city. It was like a light thrumming across the stones that they all missed. The feeling of footsteps pounding the already smooth stones that lined the streets. He changed direction, trying to avoid the tour group. Although they could easily find him due to the words pouring from his mouth.
The rowdy teens giggled and started joking around as the tour went on. A few minutes later they were in the city's square and could clearly hear the Young Sire speaking. The teens quieted down as the words washed over the groups head clearly for the first time.
"The Miiire.................is..........on Firrrrrrrrrreeeee........"
On of the girl's raised her voice over the sound. "Okay so we can hear him, when are we actually going to see the Young Sire?" she asked as she put a hand on her hip. The group had stopped and now were all looking at the girl.
The Guide cleared her throat and looked at the girl with slight annoyance. "Well judging by how clearly we can hear his voice, he probably close by. If you be quiet, you may just see him," she said.
She started telling the group about what went on in the square. When she finished she led the tour on through the city, toward the source of the voice. Jon came into view a few minutes later. He was sitting on the edge of the fountain which had water flowing out of it.
"It........burns someone......................help us............" he said as he looked into the water. The Guide looked at the girl who had spoken earlier.
"There is the Young Sire just like young wanted,"she said. She shushed everyone so they could hear what he was saying.
"The Mire is on Fire. The Mire is on Fire. Someone save us. The Mire is on Fire. It burns, someone help us," Jon said clearly since they were so close. He looked up then and looked directly at them. He stared at the hushed group before getting up and walking silently away.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:31 pm
Kinic sighed as the teenage girl spoke up, acting quite like a spoiled brat, used to getting what she wanted. Well, judging by her attitude, semi-expensive clothing, and football-player boyfriend, she probably did.
Kin felt himself sigh, but perked up when the guide said that they would be seeing the Young Sire. Though, he felt chills dance down his spine as the words became clearer and louder as they seemed to approach the source of the noise.
The hairs rose on the back of his neck and his mouth went dry. He paid less attention to what the guide was saying and felt himself glance with more frequency towards the walls and buildings surrounding them, and got the odd feeling that the city itself was glaring at their little group for violating the sad, lonely ruins and their tragedy.
Even the other teens were silent for a time, though their own need to appear cool and haughty in the face of anything overcame the silence quickly and they were talking and making fun of the place yet again.
Kinic had the faint urge to punch at least one of them but thought better of it. The cheerleaders looked nasty enough to claw his eyes out and the football players were built like brick walls. So he stayed silent, as he was often want to do when faced with people like that.
And then they came to a fountain which, unlike the rest of the city, was not unoccupied.
Kin knew he was staring, but couldn't help himself. As the womanly guide shushed the rest of the group he stood still and silent, trying to make out details of the lone figure looking into the water.
The ghost looked oddly young to Kin, as if the years he'd lived (and lingered in death though) hadn't touched him as much as they should have. If he had to guess, he'd say the young sir was about sixteen or eighteen, more or less.
But when the ghost looked up, Kin was surprised by a pair of clear green eyes looking back at them, glancing at the group for a long, yet short, moment before getting up and walking away as silently as only a dead person could.
Kinic took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and only listened with half an ear as the Guide hustled the tour along, keeping an extra eye on the teenagers (including Kin) as she started leading them back towards the entrance to the city along a different route than the one they had come, to tell them more about the architecture and what it had been like at the height of its accomplishments.
The teens followed along ... whispering to one another and glancing constantly at the Guide, as if waiting for something. Eventually, one of the girls went up to the woman and began asking questions in a loud and obnoxious tone while the rest drifted to the back of the group.
Kin wondered what their game was, and only got a small glance as the three others peeled off from the main group, heading back towards where the Young Sir had been heading while the Guide was distracted.
The orange haired teen grit his teeth and followed after, knowing that whatever they were up to it would be no good. Size difference or not, he had to at least attempt to stop them. But he was slower than they were, and had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that he would be too late.
Nevertheless, Kin ran on. He wasn't the type to give up, even with horrible odds stacked against him. Especially when it came to selfish jerks like those teens.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:59 pm
The Guide and the tour finished with out Kin and the three teens. The girl who had distracted the Guide had slipped way as well and ran back to her friends.
Now the four of them were trying to hem in Jon. They were in a a park and the huge leafy trees were making it difficult for Jon to aviod them. He didn't want to be touched. It hurt and .....he would hurt them when he became a demon. He had stopped singing and was now trying to keep all of them in sight while he backed up. Suddenly he hit a tree trunk and they closed in. Now he couldn't escape.
"Touch him now Jeremy. Let's see why they say not to touch him," one of the girls said. The boy in question had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He also towered over little Jon.
"Alright alright! Geez Jessica!" he said as he walked toward Jon with outstreched hands.
Jon looked at him with a calm stern look. "I do believe the Guide told you not to touch me did she not? Listen to the rules. You are in my city, do not disrespect me," he said. The teens laughed at him. Jeremy stood right in front of him and reached out toward his chest. He stuck his hand through Jon's chest and Jon cried out in pain.
"Ahhh! S-stop! That hurts!" he gasped out. Jeremy stopped and looked confused.
"W-What the?! My hand, I can't push it any further in him," he said as he tried harder to push his hand through the ghost in front of him. He ignored Jon's protests completely.
As Jeremy, Jessica, and the other two started talking to each other Jon went still. A red crack appeared starting from where Jeremy's hand was and spliting Jon in half. The crack widened a crack appeared in the wall of the Thin. Suddenly a gray hand reached out from the crack and grabbed Jeremy's wrist. Jeremy and the rest of the teens' eyes got big and they started to scream. Especially with the hand dug its claws into Jeremy's arm and drew blood.
"Ahhhh!! Get it off! Get it off of me!!" Jeremy yelled as he frantically tried to pull his hand free.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:24 pm
Kin huffed, mentally berating himself. He'd tried to follow the other teens, but they'd gotten too far ahead and he'd lost them. Or maybe he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere in the strange, haunted city, but the only real fact was that he was now quite lost.
Sighing at his own incompetence and feeling a growing sense of dread, he tried to retrace his steps. The city seemed to turn more forbidding and dark now that he was alone and the streets were silent ... wait.
Kin paused, head tilted. The streets weren't silent. The Young Sir's voice was still whispering its lonely lines, the soul occupant of the ruined city.
Running as fast as he could towards the sound, Kin felt like someone punched him in the gut when he finally reached the park and saw the teens surrounding the ghost, fencing him in against a tree.
The ghost was addressing the surrounding teens directly, telling them not to touch him, but from the uncaring looks on the surrounding faces his words were obviously about to go unheeded.
Kinic was still too far away to even be heard when he shouted at them to stop, when Jeremy's hand passed though the ghost's chest and then froze ... apparently stuck.
The red head stopped himself at the ... wrong feeling sight and even the wind seemed to hold its breath in silence for a moment, like the stillness that comes before a tidal wave.
But, like all waves, it had to break.
A crack formed where the teen's hand was in the ghost and grew, glowing with a red tinted light that didn't fit with the green of the park plants that had stilled, and were now beginning to rustle again as the wind returned with a vengeance.
And then the gray hand shot out, digging its nails into the now panicking Jeremy.
Kin knew that whatever was happening now, it wasn't good. Not at all. And things could only get worse.
"Get out of here!" He yelled at the stupefied and confused teens that stood where they were, like deer caught in a headlight. Kinic's voice, not used to being used that often, let alone at such volume, didn't get that loud, and didn't pull their attention away from the strange and horrifying sight as the situation only worsened.
Blood only dripped further as Jeremy fought frantically, helping the claws dig in, but his fight was in vain. He was only human, after all.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 11:08 am
Jon dug his claws further into the boy's arm and used him to pull himself out of the Thin. The crack between the two worlds grew steadily bigger until his ghostly form was no longer visible and only a red hole big enough for a person to squeeze through remained. Oh and a gray arm. The hand was followed by a arm, then a shoulder, a head, and so on and so forth until a demon stood dangling Jeremy about two feet off the ground.
The demon snarled before he tossed Jeremy like a rag doll at the other boy. They collided with a sickening thud. Gold eyes raked across the scene before he started to attack. the four teens finally remembered how to run and started to bolt. Jon did't let them go till he had sunk his claws and teeth into each of them. It was then that he spotted a fifth and went after him.
With a roar he grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt as he tried to run away. He sunk his teeth into the boy's shoulder and scratched his side. Then he through him to the ground and stared at him with his gold eyes. He grabbed the fifth boy's ankle and for some reason started to drag him back to the portal to the Thin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 12:08 pm
Kin watched with horror was the demon emerged, the ghostly boy from before completely swallowed by the yawning gateway as it tore open wider and let loose something that had never even dreamed (nightmare or otherwise) of existing.
The Jeremy dangled in the demon's grip, yelling and screaming until he was tossed at the other football player and they both went down, winded and possibly wounded by the powerful collision until they both scrambled to their feet and tried to follow their girlfriends as the teens finally remembered what their legs were for and ran (which was an almost ridiculous sight in the fancy shoes the girls were wearing).
Well, Kin shuddered as he saw the demon slashed, smacked, and otherwise attacked the teens with wounds that (though they didn't look fatal and the teens still had good enough use of their legs to at least wobble, run, or limp away) looked like they hurt and bled plenty enough to warrant four trips to the nearest hospitals.
It was only when the unleashed creature turned to him that Kinic realized that standing there gaping at the scene wasn't a very good idea and turned to run, only to have the back of his shirt grabbed like a leash restraining a dog from getting away.
The teeth sinking into his shoulder made him yell and flail his arms about from the unexpected pain, the claws raking down one of his sides from whatever hand wasn't holding him in place by his shirt felt more like searing knives slicing straight though his nerve endings. Kin saw his own blood dripping down onto the dark green grass and that only made him panic more, and he tried in vain to escape his own shirt until the ground suddenly seemed to rise up and punch him in the face.
And so he lay, the wind knocked out of him along with most of his wits, turning his head slightly only to see twin yellow orbs filled with rage glaring down at him, filled with fire that made Kin want to crawl into a deep hole somewhere far, far away and hide.
But it only got worse ... and worse and worse and worse ...
Kin didn't even realize he was being dragged until he was half-way to the red glowing tear in space; his wounds throbbing and his head feeling like the front half of it was going to swell up and push its way out though his ears was quite distracting.
Weakly he tried to hold onto something, anything, with his free hands but both arms were shaking from fear and pain, weakening his already loose grip, and he couldn't hope to compete with the demon that had already proved that people with muscle didn't stand a chance against it.
Still, he tried. Even while he was sure that he was going to pass out from either the pain or shock of the experience (whichever got him first) he tried to grab onto the only thing within reach: the grass beneath him. He got a good grip at one point, but the small bits of plant were just dragged along with him.
The teens weren't going to help; they were long gone.
In the end Kin saw only the gate, those burning yellow eyes, and the blackness swallowing the rest of his vision as he momentarily fainted.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:01 pm
Jon didn't pay any attention at all to the boy's struggles. He dragged him easily in his demon form. The gate was calling him. It always did after he left the Thin. Promises of relief from the pain and rage beat with the red glow like a heart. So he went towards it, still dragging the boy. He had forgotten him.
As soon a Jon stepped completely through he breathed a sigh of relief as he turned into his normal form. It was then that he became aware he was holding something. He looked down. There a foot with his hand wrapped tightly around the ankle. He swallowed hard and followed all the way down the body to the face.
"Oh s**t!!!! It's one of the tour children!!!!" he said as he dropped the leg. He was panicking especially when he saw the blood. He almost ran away, but his training kicked in. He stood still and took several deep breathes.
He had closed his eyes as he calmed down. Now he opened them. "Okay first, see if he's alive. Then consious. Ummmm. Bandage the wounds with something........... Ahh," he muttered to himself as he knelt beside the boy and turned him over so he was on his back. He winced when he saw the wounds he had inflicted.
With slightly shaking hands he began his examination. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found a pulse, even if it was faint. He looked around for help before he realized that he was alone. So he dashed off and went into one of the houses. He got bandages and brought them out. He treated him quickly and then squated down beside him. He had no idea what else to do.
Sighing the dragged him into one of the houses and put him on a bed. He got water and food and properly tended to his wounds. He put medicine on them and rebandaged them. Then he sat beside him and watched him. He hoped the boy would wake up.
Meanwhile the teens had finally stumbled from the ruins. They were asked questions and told they were in big trouble, but when the teens stuttered out what had happened all of the Guides went pale. When asked about the third boy they looked uncomfortable and said they didn't know what happened to him. This more than greatly worried the Guides.
After more questioning the teens were sent to a hospital, banned from the Tour for the rest of their lives. Then the Guides got busy. The rest of the tours were canceled and the people were sent home with their refunded money. Then all of the Guides headed for The Mire to look for the missing boy. They hoped to find him alive. When they got to the city however they couldn't go in. Jon had placed a barrier around the city once he had the boy he had dragged into the Thin in bed. He didn't want any more tours for the night. As for any more tours in the future, he had yet to decide.
After all manner of spiritual people had tried to break the barrier(priests, ghost hunters, physics, monks, ect.) the barrier still remained in place. They decided they would resume the search in the morning and went home. The tours were closed until further notice.
Jon looked out the window and swallowed hard when he saw the time. Day was coming. He needed to get the boy out of here and himself to the castle. The Mire was going to burn.....again.
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