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Zakiriya

"Everything's fine and dandy... until someone dies..."

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a character in “Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Unreality”, as played by Siryn

Description

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Inner Self's Name:

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Type of Dreamer: Lucid Dreamer

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Zakiriya stands fairly tall at a height of five feet and ten inches. He has layered blue-black hair, the locks of straight hair fall into his eyes often. He isn't overly muscular, more wirey than anything else. However, he has enough strength to be a fairly dangerous adversary. The attire that he's most seen in is a long white shirt that hugs his lithe frame all the way down to his waist. Black pants seem to make him taller than he actually is, with a pair of boots underneath the pants. He wears a single ring on his first finger, the only jewelry on his person. Deep blue eyes stare out from underneath his locks of hair, sharply contrasting to his rather pale complextion.

His favored color is blue and when he summons his weapons, his clothing changes slightly. A long blue coat covers the white shirt, falling down to his ankles. It close up across his chest and waist, hugging his form tightly. Buckles crisscross over his arms and chest to hold the 'armor' tightly against him. The fabric falls down to his ankles in thick ruffles as there's so much of it. A large belt curls along his waist and up a bit higher, almost looking like two pieces rather than one. The coat has a second portion to it over his shoulders and back, looking like a second jacket when in fact it is a part of the entire ensemble. The long sleeves hug his arms until they reach his wrists, where they open up just a bit.

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Theme Song: Prophecy

Personality: First and foremost, Zakiriya doesn't like nicknames. He prefers using people's full names as he finds that more respective than anything else. He doesn't take kindly to anyone shortening his name. You either call him by his full name, Zakiriya, or you don't call to him at all. He finds names fascinating and believes that they are the most important part of a person.

Aside from his little OCD on names, he is a rather nice person. He likes the company of many people around him, but that doesn't mean he'll like everyone. Though he'll do his best to get along with most everyone he comes into contact with, there are times when he just can't tolerate people. Mostly he dislikes those that are arrogant, think that they are better than anyone, and people who have a disregard for others.

He's not afraid to speak his own mind, and definitely not afraid to speak out against someone else. Zakiriya doesn't back down from a fight or any sort of challenge issued towards him. He's fairly confident in his own ablities and even if he knows he doesn't stand a chance, he'll still put up a fight. He enjoys it when others are able to fight on their own, liking to fight along side someone more than having to protect someone all the time. Even so, he's not one to just leave someone behind because they're weaker than he is.

Zakiriya tries his best not to get angry, but it does happen. Sometimes it'll happen when he disagrees with someone, or if something goes wrong that he wasn't expecting. Other than happiness and anger, he doesn't like showing his emotions. He prefers to keep things bottled up and not talk about it. Letting himself cry in front of others is something that he'll never do, thinking that it makes him weak.

He can also be considered a bit stubborn. Once's he's gotten his mind set on something, Zakiriya tends not to sway from it. It'll take a lot to convince him otherwise, and if that fails... well, expect him to do whatever it was that he had in mind with or without help. Zakiriya tries his best not to put others in danger if he can help it, and would much rather do things himself. It's not that he doesn't trust others, he just worries too much if someone else is doing it instead of himself.

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Abilities:

Pulse I: Zakiriya's first pulse is to summon a long scythe weapon. The handle is made of pure obsidian, making the weapon very heavy. The blade is fairly short, curving slightly for about two in a half feet. The rear of the blade is covered by a blue piece of metal that fans out at the back. With this added addition, the scythe is very heavy at it's end. Even though the weapon is very heavy, Zakiriya weilds it like it weighs nothing at all. It gives him length, which is a favored part of fighting because then he doesn't have to get close to his opponent.

He uses the weapon with his whole body, flipping it around himself to gain momentum, and once he's got it going, its fairly hard to stop it. His body and weapon are almost one when he's fighting. Every move that he makes will determine the next move because each one needs to easily slide into the next motion. This can be his downfall because then it may become fairly easy to determine how he'll come at his opponent or what he'll do next based on what he already did.

To add to it, because the blade is heavy and the very long handle is made of obsidian, the weapon cannot stand up to a whole lot. Too much pressure in an attack and the handle of his weapon can snap in half, so Zakiriya has to be very careful on how he attacks someone. Also, the handle can snap in two if his opponent consistantly attacks the weapon rather than trying to attack Zakiriya.

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Pulse II: His second pulse is to summon another weapon as well, but this one is much shorter and much more sturdier than his scythe (his favorite weapon). The handle is shorter, bringing the wickedly curved and enormous blade closer to his body. With this one, he's a little bit faster than with his scythe, but because of the weapons size and shape, there's only so much he can do with it.

Zakiriya will use hand to hand combat with this weapon. He'll use it to hook his opponent, bring them in close to his body and deliever a blow to any vital area that he can if it's not protected well enough. The inside of the blade is dull, so he won't be able to cut through someone, however, towards the tip, the blade is sharpened once again. All along the outside, the curved steel is deadly sharp.

Twists and full circles are how Zakiriya will fight with this weapon. He doesn't like close range combat, but he'll do it if he ever loses his scythe in a fight. Not to mention that summoning this second weapon takes a lot more out of him than summoning the sycthe due to it's stronger components and larger blade size. He will swing the blade outwards with the outer edge facing his opponent, let it come all the way around and follow it in a full circle.

He's rather quick with this weapon, but because he doesn't like close combat, he can easily be over taken if one pays enough attention. The only thing he's got going for him when using this weapon is his ability to move quickly. Otherwise, disarming, or getting passed the large blade is rather easy to do.

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History


Aaron was a simple high school student. He lived with his father for ten years, his mother leaving them at the young age of seven. He enjoyed video games, reading books about wonderous adventurers, history and the like. Aaron also liked going out with his friends to wander the malls, or to drive around town. He wasn't real popular at his high school, but he didn't care about that. He liked where he was, enjoying the friends he made and living life to the fullest.

He never slept much, more of a night owl than anything, but when he did sleep he knew what it was he was dreaming about and could control those dreams very easily. It had always been like that, and he thought nothing of it. As the days went by, the dreams became more and more real, and it started to become harder and harder to wake up.

Aaron thought that perhaps it was because he stayed up so late at night all the time before school started. However, it continued even after he started going to bed earlier. The dreams were more vivid and there was a sense of danger that he'd never felt before. He didn't like what was happening, and started to stay up once again, sometimes not sleeping for days. Finally, though, he fell asleep, unable to stay up any longer.

That was the last time he'd been awake and since then he'd been sleeping. He knows he's asleep and it scares him deeply, though he'll never show it. Aaron doesn't know what to do or where to even start to get out of the dreams. All he does know is that there is a feeling of danger all around him, he knows that it is a dream inside his head, but he also knows that should anything happen to him there...

Getting out is his main goal and he'll do anything to do just that.

So begins...

Zakiriya's Story

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Character Portrait: Enforcer Character Portrait: Zakiriya Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Zhaleh the Inquisitor Character Portrait: Zoen Leed Character Portrait: Martellus
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Zakiriya


Tinker Tocker had exploded. He'd heard it from where he was and in the seconds after, saw several people and things go flying through the air. The entered the part of the dreamscape he was in, almost appearing out of thin air as they crossed the 'barrier'. He'd felt the dreamers presences in the area and started towards them.

Zakiriya was steadily making his way through the dreamscape. He wasn't in any particular rush, though. Nothing dangerous had peeked it's head out just yet. He was, though, a little worried about the sudden explosion. Tinker Tocker was probably nothing more then desolation by now. On the bright side, he was happy to have not been caught up in the explosion. One can only be so lucky at times.

Reaching up, he pushed his blue-black locks out of his eyes, brushing them aside to look up and judge the area before him. It was dark already. Strange how time worked in the dreamscape. His lips pulled into a frown. He hated how the dream worked, how things randomly changed and he could never really figure it out.

Climbing up a hill, he felt closer to the dreamers and in the far off distance he could actually see them. They were small dots from where he stood, barely even visible. He heaved a sigh and continued down the other side of the hill. It was always easier going down, or so he thought anyway. He was concentrating on his footing as he came down a particularly steep section, not thinking of anything else.

When he made it to the valley area he was much closer to the group than before, especially since they were heading towards his direction to begin with. That certainly made things much easier. However, he felt something else enter the area. His heart skipped a beat, a sharp breath filling his lungs. Zakiriya looked around sharply, trying to pinpoint the source of his sudden distress. The presence wasn't a nice one, oh no. There was definitely evil intentions mixed in there.

He finally spotted the being. Behind the unwelcome newcomer, three tiny little things that he couldn't make out bounced behind him. Squinting, he tried to figure out what it was that was following the tall figure. He grit his teeth and decided that it really didn't matter. All he knew was that this person was eminating out a really bad aura and the dreamers before him hadn't a clue about it.

Zakiriya had to rush, had to hurry to get there before something bad happened. He started running, his heart in his throat. Even so, he had the terrible feeling that he wouldn't make it in time anyway. There was too much ground to cover between himself and the others. As he watched, a dark mist formed up in front of one of the dreamers. It sunk into the boys body and he watched in horror as the body convulsed violently.

The once humanly shaped form of a dreamer slowly turned into something that resembled a 2-D piece of paper. Zakiriya felt bile at the back of his throat. His eyes widening in shock. He just about froze in his headlong rush to get to them. Terror flooded his whole body and a sense of realizing that he couldn't have done a damned thing made him shudder. What was he supposed to do then?

His gaze shifted to the man who gave him the chills. Something was wrong with this person, why would he just do that to someone?! Zakiriya summoned his first pulse. The enormous weapon materialized in his hand and over his lithe frame the dark blue clothing fit snugly to his body. The cloth flutter as it fell about him and he shifted the weapon, twisting it around into a better position.

He was just about to continue running over, but then he realized something. What exactly was he going to do? It wasn't like he could fight this guy right off the bat. Especially when he'd just witnessed one of the dreamers turned into nothing but a reminant of a dreamer, and so easily too. Zakiriya had to come with a plan... one much better than what he was thinking right at that moment.

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Zhaleh


The harlequin figure stepping out from the shadows surprised the creature, but then again, so did the baying of the quadrupeds that seemingly appeared out of thin air. Whether this was a ploy for intimidation or something that this newcomer was able to do naturally, she was unsure, but she immediately pulled her head back into the sphere around her. Those beasts would not be able to attack her under the water... and if they did, well, they would be in for a rather nasty surprise.

"Where is she!?" the harlequin figure growled, raising an arm to silence the quadrupeds. An interesting deveopment, considering the creature in the sphere was the only female at this campsite. There had never been any mention of someone that would be looking for her... Was this some sort of test that she would have to face to gain the good graces of her patron, or was this something else entirely? And if she was not indeed the she in question, then who was?

The creature, noticing that the quadrupeds were not coming to attack, slowly pushed her head through the surface of the sphere toward the harlequin. "...I am she... You are she..." she slowly formed the words. "...or perhaps you seek someone else? The siren sings her lullaby on the sharpened rocks that rise above the water... The oracle, she lives at the ocean floor in a palace of coral, but you seem ill-prepared to--"

Zhaleh...

The creature quickly retreated back into her sphere and looked toward the yellow-haired figure sitting on the log. Behind him, though... it was that dark figure! The same one that had showed her the light and infinite wisdom of the Depths! Was he here to convert this one, or...?

This creature would make a suitable sacrifice...

Underneath the water, the creature began to speak, but it seemed that no one would be able to understand a word or syllable she spoke. Not only was the language one that no land-walker would be able to understand or speak, but the water seemed to muffle and contort the words further. To the others around the camp, it seemed as if she was talking to thin air, but to her, she knew. She and she alone knew what was happening...

Another figure pushed through to the campsite as the creature extended a column of water out and completely engulfed the yellow-haired creature. Without another thought, she immediately swam over toward the drowning man and opened her mouth wide, displaying multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth before savagely biting into the man's shoulder and tearing away flesh and muscle. She chewed quickly, for she noticed that there was something happening to this creature--he was losing his depth, looking more and more like a flat piece of seaweed every second.

The water around the two of them was turning blood-red. She could taste the iron inside the column. If this creature was not dead before, then he most definitely was now. The aqueous creature, hoping to satiate the appetite of the smokey man watching this spectacle, took a second bite, this time from his side. She managed to tear away a larger portion of flesh with this bite, but after this point her victim had lost too much of his depth. It would make no more sense for her to attempt further consumption, so she swam back to the larger sphere she had left behind, leaving a bloody mess in her wake. The column holding the corpse suddenly dissipated, letting the body uncerimoniously hit the ground and contorting the limbs unnaturally.

You have done well, Zhaleh... Continue your work... Follow these creatures for more suitable sacrifices...

With that final message, the darkened creature faded from view. The creature in the sphere chewed the last of the flesh in her mouth before swallowing and speaking once more underneath the water. When she finally finished, she calmly turned back toward the harlequin and stuck her head out of the sphere once more.

"...You are ill-prepared to meet the oracle, as she does not come up for air..." She turned her head to look over at the newcomer. "...but is this landwalker prepared, I wonder...?"

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Character Portrait: Kiyu Character Portrait: Enforcer Character Portrait: Zakiriya Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Zhaleh the Inquisitor Character Portrait: Erixianti
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Eludrest City

He was trying to get out of the strange city. Having seen his other half, it had unnerved him completely. What was worse was the look of evil intent in the being's eyes. Kiyu felt his heart race, a strange feeling at the back of his mind pressing forward. He fought to keep it down. The feeling was a strange one and it was scary as well. A kind of darkness that he didn't want to let invade his mind and body.

Kiyu moved swiftly, coming down a set of old stair in the short hill that went passed several broken down stone homes. The 'people' there seemed to turn their cold eyes upon him, causing him to fear even more and move faster. Always at the back of his neck, the feeling that someone was staring holes through his skin was present. He could almost feel his mirror image following him, if that were even possible. Kiyu continued to tell himself that it wasn't possible and that these people didn't mind his presence at all.

As he came down from the steps and the street leveled off he began to recognize where he'd come in at. The open courtyard was familiar with the fallen stones, the fountain at its center and the lack of the paper-like people. He felt a sigh of relief fill his chest as he slowed his advance. With his heart settling down, and his thoughts coming into a point of rest from their haywire earlier, he didn't notice the two sitting at the fountain.

Even so, he was a ways away from them, still on the edges of the main part of the city that was nothing but rubble. A sudden chill ran through his spine and he turned to look behind him. Golden eyes widening, he took a step backwards as he turned to face them. So, the people had followed him and they looked... upset. He wasn't sure really. Even so, they came at him with every intent to attack and Kiyu swiped his hand out in front of him, a shout of fear escaping him.

As his hand swiped out, a rush of black crystallized spikes erupted between him and those that wished him harm. He pulled away from them slowly, the crystal wall wasn't nearly high enough to keep them away for long and it wasn't all that thick either. He'd done it in a hurry with little to no thought at all. Kiyu's heart raced in his chest as he backed away, watching them carefully and preparing to raise another wall if he needed to.






Zakiriya


Zakiriya edged closer to the growing tension. He'd not made it in time to save the boy, nor had he made it nearly close enough to do anything about the sudden attack of the girl in a sphere. She'd turned immediately and proceeded to... feast on the unfortunate companion. His heart twisted, wrenching as he watched her. It almost made him sick, but he kept control of his stomach.

His weapon, however, he did not put away and he kept a close eye on the man who had killed the boy in the first place. The others, though didn't seem to notice that their companion was indeed killed by something much worse. He wouldn't say anything though, they were not lucid dreamers and even if he did tell them... how were they supposed to believe him? Zakiriya swallowed dryly as he approached the group. His hand tightened around the shaft of his scythe.

"What is the meaning of this?! What have you done? You were a guest at my fire, and this is what you bring to my table? Murder and secrets? Darkness and death?"

The boy who spoke in enraged tones also materialized a weapon he too took an interesting look. Stopping just short of them all, Zakiriya shifted so that he was nearest to the boy who asked the question. The large blade of the scythe scrapped the ground as he moved ever so slightly into the better position. His gaze fell upon the woman who'd eaten their friend and he once again felt a wave of nausea ensue.

Zakiriya wouldn't say anything until the woman answered the given question. He would decide then if she was an enemy or not, even though everything about her screamed evil. He watched wearily, ready for a fight, but not really wanting one, not so early in the game...