"My statement stands," Vallyn whispered coldly. He eyed the Dark Lord just as coldly.
It was raining in the grasslands, thousands of miles away from civilization. Walking through the rain, lightning striking the skies thunderless, giving an awry wind, Vrae was looking down, his hands clutching a black diamond blade. His masamune. His dark wind, a ghastly air of blackness, danced about the blade, giving it an ominous light. He smelled of roses and honey. He was the manifest of darkness, of pure evil. Vrae walked through the ominous storm, his black mane dancing like a whip. His bangs passed brushed his bone-white cheeks, his black lips parting for a sigh. His breath smelled of death and decay. How old was he now? He did not count the years, only the many of innocents he has killed. Including the imfamous. The purple glow of his sword revealed a sanguine liquid upon the edge... Ooc: Forgive my rambling...
Ooc: Oh? I just think I need to retire from RP, is all.
Ooc: Well, I might as well draw myself out of this RP. I missed too much and I'm not really cut out to RP anymore. I might just finish the rest of my RPs (or shut them down) and just get off here. Sorry.
Ooc: Recap, please.
"Murdered? What's different about this one? People are often murdered," Leons stated matter-of-factly. He just shrugged afterwards.
"What news?" Leon asked, wiping away a stray bang. He was confused.
Leon laughed aloud, abeit his dark features.
The shade sat upon a shadow-woven throne, playing about with his goblet, full of blood-coloured wine. He smirked. A ravenous melody played throughout the Shadow Realm, fallen angels singing, the harps working chaotically, forming perfect music, as the grand piano mastered the symphony of chaos. Darkness swirled about him.
Leon chuckled, almost spitting out coke. "Eh? Did I miss something?" He asked casually, putting on another harmless mask.
With a start of his stomach's angry howl, he jumped up, looking left and right. "****! I missed over half the day... Cool." He smirked, walking towards the lunch room, arms crossed, his brown mane dancing about with his black trenchcoat. He grabbed himself a burger and some pizza, along with six bottles of coke. He lost about twelve dollars, but he didn't care. "Damn rip-off, if you ask me," he whispered nonchalantly, sitting besides Alice, Rik, and Seth. He ate away, drinking his cokes and eating the school's alacarte. This satisfied his stomach greatly.
The lone wolf, Leon, sat alone in the hall, no one passing him by, no one giving him a proper "Hi" or "Hey" or even a cheap "Hello". He slept, snoring aloud, drool running down his chin. He was at peace, for the moment. The bell rang, but this didn't disturb him.
Leon rested against his locker, bored and tired, a book in his lap. Time has went by. How much time? He didn't know. Hell, he didn't even look at his alarm clock! He rested, not caring to be late to class. Besides, he loved to be fashionably late. It was just his style. His long brown hair swept across his chest, his drool running past his lips in an instant. He was carefree, tired, and just... well... one of a kind. A jack of all trades! He rested. Dreamed, even.
lol, no problem and thank you, for this story of your's gave me a larger idea for a story of my own. I thank you greatly for your influence, my friend ^^ (Time for us to stop spamming, as well) '>.>
lol, I see. Alright, awesome, Fayt. Good story, btw ^^
lol, sorry XD Well, Vrae, I guess, won't come in 'til later, eh?
I don't see anything about having a major antagonist, so I'll be obliged to take that role with an evil entity of my own... By the way, this is extremely Fantasy Sci-Fi, right? Played by: Sessamaru Name: Vrae Race: ALT-EVO Gender: Male Weapons: Masamune, throwing knives Powers/abilities: Necromancy (The Dark Arts included) and Dark Winds Appearance: Long white bangs with long black hair in the back, milky-jade eyes, purple eyelids, bone-bleached skin, black lips and nails; a long, serpentine tongue. He wears all black leather that hang comfortably tight about his body. Vrae wears an extremely long black and white trenchcoat. Appears 6'2", appearing thin (but strangely muscular). High cheek bones, that are more noticed as they are also wide. He has pointed ears, that can hear sounds that most can't. This is due to his mutation. He appears handsomely young, but may as well be older, for he is wise, but extremely insane. His power is apparent by the black wisps that surround his body and the stench of death that arise from his rose-and-honey perfume (yes, he wears perfume). He also looks like a female to men, but male to women... 'tis strange. History: Vrae, a powerful entity, was a human scholar who was often shut in the darkness of his home, thus giving him darkvision. He had never seen the light, but might as well be a vampire. Hearing about EVO-experimentation, he gained ultimate power by the gene-alteration process of the procedure. But, due to a miscalculation, he became insane, gaining more power. His eyes, once blue, became a dark, milky jade. The style of his era, roughly noticed, was the dyed bangs and the long common-colour hair in the back. He is powerful, wise, and daunting. He survived society and its deathly light by slaying the many of innocents and keeping himself isolated. He steals the souls of many and uses them for his whim. He hates all of society, but love their uses for souls, for it keeps him from aging. In a way, he's a lich, an undead entity that gains great power... but he's more than limited by such means. Personality: Unpredictable. Other: He loves to read, kill, pillage, plunder, and the modern arts. He's quite fancy for a serial killer.
Sessamaru didn't like the tone, not one bit. He held his tongue in check, knowing he deserved it. He continued to walk farther down the trail, drawing abnormally closer to the behemoth terrain of the Northern Mountains. The walk deceived him and seemed much closer than it appeared. It was Midnight's "Illusion". He waved the thought away. "We're to climb," he told Kretze.
"Ice will give that wound a nasty scar. It will give you hypothermia and it'll slow the blood dangerously," Sessamaru spoke loosely without looking at Kretze. He stared at the upcoming mountain. Seven hours close to the blacksword. He shook his head again, feeling the strange melancholy in his soul.
Name: Leon Age: 17 Appearance: Long brown hair, amber-coloured eyes, tan skin, black leather trench coat, black pants, leather boots, and black fingerless gloves. Personality: Unpredictable. Good or Evil: Good Power: High speed, wind, and light. Weapon of Legend: A greatsword called "Grande Mundus" (Grand World or Eldest World) Bio: He's perplexed. Leon doesn't do much. He's lazy, sits around, sleep, eat... Anything a lazy teenager would do. He dresses oddly, but he doesn't care. He is what he is. Leon loves the way he is, but has a strange melancholy that he constantly masks with many different things. He's... complicated. The biggest question is: What kind of past does he hide?
