"Alrite then genious. Can you atleast tell where north is?" he asked
"If we are in the desert, then it should mean that we are some where in the south. Anyone here got a compass?" he asked
"What do ya know, you are useful." zane said as he started running again, as fast as possible.
Macen sighed, as he walked out of the bar, as he toar up the fake I.D that he held in his hand. "Dammit, this thing is nothen but ****" he muttered
"Son of a biach. You don't mean that....." zane said, amazed. ooc: ya, he's right
ooc: alrite then, all I godda say is that maybe we should get started now. Lol.
ooc: ya, I'll be takens the forma
"What is it?" zane asked cid
Thorn was totally out cold
ooc: well, right now, we're gettin chased down by sand sharks. that's it bic: "Oh forget it, your useless. THere is a fat chance, but start looken round town for a teleporter key. If we can find one of those, then we can use the teleporter that we came through." zane said. THe sand sharks kept coming, as more of them gathered.
"Well now, why....." thorn started to say, but this his eyes widend. "Dam. And hear I thought that I could finally take it back. Stupid girl" thorn mumbled as suddenly, the doubled voice dissapeared, and the black in his eyes dissapeared, as well as the crimson red, making him look normal again. He then collapsed on the ground, dropping Lament
Name: Macen Age: 17 Gender: male Race: half human, half elf (I know, it sounds to original, but bear with me on this one, lol) Image (if not you can describe): Personality: He is full of himself, and he really has the idea in his mind that he's tough ****. He prefers to fight with his fists, rather then talk things out. He is hard to reason with, and he usually just tries to do his own thing, without getting anyone involved. Underneath all of the roughness, he is a really good guy, but its just that he never shows it to anyone, since he thinks of it as a sign of weakness. Bio: Ever since he was a kid, life had been rough for him. You could say that he was stuck in a form of family fued, except it was between elves and humans. Being a halfling, he was mistreated, bullied around often, and treated like scum. He never even had the slightest shot and gaining some form of dignity, or atleast that was how it was seen in the eyes of the towns folk. Halflings were also very uncommon in other places, so it was not like he was going to run away. That was of course, until one day when a group of kids chased him down into an allyway. Unlike most people, who simply might have kicked him around, these kids meant buissness (this was when he was 13). THey attacked him, but, unlike most times when he did not fight back, this time, he fought back. He was in a blind rage when he fought, and then, when he came out of his rage, he saw what he had done. The kids who meant to bring harm to him, were on the floor, wounded, in pain, and were in need of medical attention. He quickly ran back home that night, to his parents house, though it was not long before people came outside of his door, looking to find him. They were angered, and finally thought that it was time to destroy this "abomination", and so they burnt down the house. He was never seen since then, or atleast when he has been seen, no one has know that it was macen, since he now travles. HIs parents died in the fire as well, so he has ended up all alone. BUt he used his free time to learn how to fight, specificly with a scythe. Powers (if any):Nothing really. He thinks, feels, tastes, and has the strength of a human, but his hearing, sight, smell, reflexes, and speed are that of an elf. These are only natural traits of course. Weapons (if any): Scythe Weakness: Extremely bright lights being shined in his face, and extremely loud noises. Cause of the movement: chosen (though at the moment, he has no idea about it, and wants nothing to do with what is going on)
Suddenly, Lament began to be raised into the air, with the feeling like a giant hand had grabbed onto her body. Thorn looked at her, his freakish looking eyes, glaring
"Don't mess with me now" he said, and on the large tree behind them, it appeared as if a hand print was on the tree, as suddenly, it could be seen that bit by bit, life from the tree was dissapearing. "You aint the only one who can get life from the forest" he said with a large grin on his face
"Well don't you have any teleporter keys on ya?" zane asked as he came up closer
"And you think that I do not?" thorn asked. "Come now. Be a good little biach, and answer the boys question" he said, but in a strange sense. It sounded like his voice, and yet it sounded like someone else's voice at the same time, as if they were talking in perfect sync
ooc: kk bic: "HEY YOU UP THERE. YOU GUYS KNOW WHERE THE NEAREST TELEPORTER IS?" zane yelled at the people who had set off the flare
"And what makes you think that you can hurt me?" thorn asked, a crazed look on his face, and oddly, his pupils were crimson red, while the white area's of his eyes were black.
"Yep, I recognize these guys." zane said, recognizing them a little bit. "Better pick up speed" he said to them all, as they followed (i'm sure they wont mind if I god mod a little, since I'm sure that they don't want their charecters to be eaten my sand sharks)
"TELL ME NOW!" he yelled, as suddenly, from behind him, one of the trees was smashed to bits, as if a giant fist had hit it.
