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Name: Christine Marble Ross

AKA: Christine, Chris, Christy, Marble, Ross, Rose

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: She's definitely not shy. She can be fiesty at times but overall she's really and truly nice. She has a heavy British accent, and does swear alot, but she's not bad in any sense. She can fight though.

Profession: Weapon making

Appearance
Hair: Beautiful, soft, sandy brown hair
Eyes: A beautiful deep blue
Build: Strong, a fighter's build
Skin Tone: A beautifully perfect tan
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 100 lbs. Exactly
Voice: Normal-high, smooth. Heavy British accent.
Handed: Both.
Body Markings: None

Armor: N/A

Casual Clothing: Honestly, she normally either wears things that tightly fit, showing off her curves, things that show alot and could be considered 'inappropriate', or a t-shirt and shorts. Her clothes vary.

Carried Items: Many different things, including her purse.

Main Weapon:
• Names: "Grace and Beauty"
• Type: Twin Daggers
• Made of: Diamond encrusted mythril
• Length: 6 inches each
• Weight: Almost nothing
• Description/Info: These daggers are perfect for her, as her fighting style is close-range hand-to-hand, and she often includes many acrobatics while fighting, these two light and sharp weapons even add to her grace and beauty.

Skills: Fighting, Weapon making, social, cheering people up
•Weapon Making: She's a blacksmith and let's people know it, because she's happy to make new weapons, armor, or sheilds for people.
•Fighting: She knows Tae Kwon Do, and she's not your average fighter. She was trained in weapons for five years and she's a seventh-degree black belt. Her fighting style is close-range hand-to-hand, and she often includes many acrobatics while fighting.

Abilities/Powers: She uses divine words.

~•~Trivia/Facts~•~
• She's straight and she's looking for a guy!
• She's athletic and active and, did I forget to mention? She was a marine.
• Her favorite song is Whiskey Lullaby.
• She has a pet Phoenix that's about half a foot long and normally sits perched on her shoulder.
• Even though she's mortal and hasn't been picked by any of the gods, she's believed in them her whole life and is willing to fight along side the Eyes against the Kyuun. Her favorite god is Vulcan; she's been studying his ways, working harder on divine words associated with him, and she's a blacksmith.

So begins...

Christine Marble Ross's Story

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#2012-09-24 09:52:52, as written by NethanielShade

Christine ha slept through everything. She awoke when that last boom went off, killing all the Kyuun and signalling noon.
"What the hell?" She asked, and got out of bed. She walked straight outside, and she was only dressed in a red bra, red panties, and red shorts. She was going red today. That's beside the point, though, she walked outside to see a wooden dome, partially broken, with a few people standing either inside or out. Then she saw the dead bodies of the Kyuun. She had hard the story of the gods and the Kyuun and she believed it. Now she knew; it was happening again! But these people were different... They didn't seem human, or atleast not fully human. They radiated power unlike a Kyuun and unlike a magician. She walked up to the group of people, still lightly dressed,
"Hey! What um... What happened?" She asked.

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#2012-09-25 05:11:31, as written by tigerking1292

Lucien saw Christine come into the town square, he had only met her once before when she had made his knife. He called her over to a group he had gathered consisting of him, the guard captain, he had also called the four suspicious characters, because they had something about them. He asked Christine “did the group of fighters we sent make it to your shop, can you still forge weapons, and do you know if the alchemist and the witch survived the fight?” after he finished his questions he moved on to next useful person, the bug kid, “boy, I would usually tell someone your age that they should be hiding with their mother, but you seem relatively useful so what can you do, can use those bugs to scout the city, carry messages, or spy, if you can’t do any of that than your useless to me.” He quickly looked over at the couple “boy, you have a noble for a girlfriend, must be because you turning things to gold will make her rich, and you girl why is a noble here, I would of thought that you would run at the first sign of trouble. Other than magic do you have anything else that will help us, when these things return?” He then turned to the nomad, looked at him for a minute, then turned to the captain “Captain, you’ve played me in chess before you know that I’m a good strategist, I’m going to plan the defense.” He turned to the others “unless someone else wants to plan the defense, and get us killed because they think they’re smarter than then Lucien Drogo, the masked gambler who has only lost three times in chess and has won over a hundred gold in his eight year gambling career.” Before anyone could answer he continued, giving a nasty look any anyone who had open their mouth to speak “No one, well I’m shutting up now, either answer my questions, give me a useful info, or go help anyone who needs it.”

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#2012-09-26 00:24:56, as written by VindicatedPurpose

Ezall had met up with a group of survivors, a peculiar group, in the midst of a ring of gold turned demons. The most distinctive character was the girl with brown hair that was half-naked in vermillion colored under garments. Ezall grinned without showing any teeth, but his eyes darted from person to person.

There was a boy, fairly younger than him, with greenish blue hair, and green eyes who seemed to be exhausted by over exertion. Standing beside him was a girl with striking blue hair and blue eyes that had a look of innocence and nobility. Beside her was a younger boy, with black hair, and black eyes, a certain pestilence swirled around him. It seemed as if the eye and hair color of those three matched, strangely. Then there were other survivors, and another man whose face was hidden behind a beaked mask. Oddities seemed to stick to this group like pock marks, but Ezall decided he wasn’t one to call them odd. Perhaps they were the other mortals Azreal spoke of.

The fact that the fellow named Lucien Drogo merely glanced at him without barking unsavory words with that sharp tongue of his meant that they were on fairly good terms. Not that it mattered to Ezall, nor any of this. A part of him wished to aid the beleaguered people, but he felt detached about this. Nowhere in his heart did he have what would be called compassion, or if he had it, it was buried for the time being.

However, Lucien seemed like the kind of person that could turn ugly with a flip of the switch. Ezall wondered if there was a possibility that they would have to continue working with this mad man.

“He…is Lord Agatheon’s chosen,” Azreal returned to him after remaining silent for some time, “I understand. However, Agatheon knows what he chose. This mortal embodies the traits which he has been seeking for one who should walk his Path.”

“No, unfortunately, I am not allowed to reveal the sands of time to any mortal; you're an exception, but not yet,” Ezall realized that Azreal was reading his thoughts and intercepting them with his own responses. At least he didn’t have to muse to himself out load before everyone and be seen as an insane person.

“For the time being, worry about staying alive,” and that was it. The voice vanished, Ezall did not know when Azreal would return again, if he planned on returning at all.

He touted his sharpened stick and trailed off in search of any other survivors, leaving behind the gathered group as they plotted their next moves.

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#2012-09-26 23:37:39, as written by NethanielShade

Christine Marble Ross stood there. She had yet to hear an answer, it seemed the others had gone quiet when she came. She asked again,
"Anyone care to explain what happened, while I was sleeping?" She put extra emphasis on her first word.

Kederath filled her in. Sort of. He told her about the Kyuun attacking, and in turn he learned the story about how it'd happened hundreds of years ago. When he was done telling her what'd happened he looked around at everyone.
"Umm... Arborius?" He had meant to say in his mind, but instead he said outloud. Oops.
Yes, child?
About these... Kyuun.
Go on, then.
Kederath dropped the wooden dome, and he saw laying there, dead, not twenty yards away. The creature that had made the howl no one payed attention too...
Is a giant, oh, and I mean big, wolf with wings included in their ranks?
Arborius was silent. But after a while she answered,
The gods don't like the animals that have become Kyuun... These wolfs, and a speices of horse called Nightmares, were once animals that lived in Airl. The Kyuun appeared and... Tamed them, if you could call it that. More like capture and torture to make the animals hostile, either way...
Kederath nodded. He stared at the giant winged wolf. It's shoulders were easily as high as he was.

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#2012-09-29 20:01:38, as written by VindicatedPurpose

The small village was a tatter, the mark of destruction was imprinted as clear as day on everything and everyone there. Ezall saw a small child, bruised, and battered. It was pulling on something, flesh. Flesh of a larger figure, a figure that had already left this world. It was the child’s mother, she had been among the first to be killed when the demonic creatures poured from the sky. She had tried to protect her children, in essence, putting her life on the line. The little girl had mud on her face, and several cuts and lacerations on her arms.

She was tugging at her mother to wake up.

It was hard for Ezall to swallow, elsewhere he saw an old man limping, with the support of a crutch. He limped very slowly, trudging along the ruined streets. The survivors, were far and few. Most had attempted to leave town, only to be swallowed by the scourge.

Ezall walked up to the girl who was beside her mother’s corpse and sheathed his sharpened stick. The girl’s eyes were wide, wondering who he was, and what he was going to do. She had fear in her bones, for a child to witness such destruction first hand would be scarring to the psychological balance that was developing within her mind.

He picked her up, and held her gently as he could. He had never held a child before, this was a first. Ezall thought the child would struggle and resist his attempts to aid her. She did not. He held her, and she clung onto him fiercely. Some invisible aura about him allowed the child to trust him entirely, so she did not resist. She merely closed her eyes to the world that she once knew.

Ezall approached the old man.

“It was...” the old man paused as he looked to Ezall.

“Horrific creatures coming out of the maelstrom in the sky,” the old man was trembling as he said this. He had a white beard and hair covered his head like duck fluff. A single tear streaked down the side of his face, as he surveyed the surrounding area. Ruins, nothing but ruins, no homes, no families. The place was a wasteland, it seemed ghostly, as the corpses laid on the ground motionlessly.

“Come with me,” Ezall beckoned to the old man. He was about ready to leave this forsaken place.

The three arrived at the domed structure where the other survivors that Ezall linked up with were staying. The group wasn’t too large, nor too small. Lucien was planning with the guard Captain, while the blue-haired girl was sitting beside the green-haired boy who looked much more composed after some rest. The black haired boy, was sprawled on the ground by a spider’s nest.

Other survivors were resting among on the floor, others on cots, others sat against the walls with melancholic expressions.

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#2012-10-05 01:28:08, as written by NethanielShade

Kederath stared blankly at Lucien, who was starting to get on his nerves. I'm the Eye of Arborius, not Aquarion! he exclaimed in his mind but didn't say outloud because he had the feeling that Lucien was the kind of guy who wouldn't like to be defied. The kind of guy he dispised. Oh well, he'd just keep his mouth shut.

Christine hadn't minded Lucien's orders, but she followed Ezall,
"Well, if we're in need of weapons I am the town blacksmith after all."

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#2012-10-13 22:09:36, as written by NethanielShade

I want to teach you something new, my young one.
Kederath heard those words ring clearly through his mind.
Us gods always have a way of connecting. He heard in his mind, but somehow... He wasn't sure how he knew it but both of those sentences also rang through the other Eye's mind. Arborius was talking to all of them. Even Christine, though she wasn't an Eye, had heard it somehow.
You see, we have a... Channel, you could say. We all talk in our minds on sort of the same "Frequency" so that we gods can talk to eachother from anywhere. Of course we can shut this off, too, but now we're giving you Eyes the power.
So, Arborius, anything else you have to say? He asked. But when he said it he could somehow feel her smiling.
You see, child, the realm of the gods exists in the same place as Airl. We just live a bit under it. Imagine the whole universe as a sea. Seas have different levels, correct? The deeper you go down, the more you'll get crushed. If you have a submarine then you can go alot deeper. Imagine us as submarines. With us you can see more reality. For now I'll only be teaching you to see into the water, so to speak.
Then the world changed. All of the mortals around him suddenly started glowing, but they were unaware. He was seeing their auras. He looked over at Ezall. He saw Ezall, but in his place he saw a ghostly image of Azreal. Azreal, in his human form, was about as tall as Ezall, but transparent as if made of energy. He wore desert clothes, not too different from Ezall's, but still a different style.
Kederath became sick.
Please make it stop... And it did.
You handeled that well, child. Honestly us gods weren't sure what it'd do to you Humans. Some were even against the idea. Regardless, you now have two more powers at your disposal! Telepathy, if you'd like to call it that, and a sort of second sight.

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#2012-10-15 23:41:40, as written by NethanielShade

Christine smirked. She stopped in her tracks also. Looking over her shoulder, she could see her house just five houses down.
"I'm going to make some weapons, for us and the mortals. Anyone have a specific design in mind?" She asked.

Kederath looked at her sideways.
"Ummm. Did you see these mortals fighting the Kyuun? Steel weapons, iron and bronze. None of those worked."

"We're lucky, then. Because I have something bettwer than all of those." Her grin grew. "I have a nice assortment of crystals, including the oh-so-rare diamond...
And I have the metal of the gods on our side."

Kederath knit his brows.
Care to explain this, Arborius? He asked on the universal signal thing he has yet to named.
Well... Mythril, I belive is what she's talking about. Though where she got it, not even I can guess. It's super rare and if she has enough to make all of the Eye's weapons she's got a nice trick.
Riiiight... That explains alot. He looked around. Atleast we now have more of a chance. I heard that we were probably getting ripped to shreds tonight.

"Not on my watch."

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#2012-10-20 02:33:09, as written by VindicatedPurpose

"Your watch?" Ezall approached the auburn haired girl, who was immediately absorbed into her work as the green haired boy stood over her shoulder.

Ezall finished appointing duties to his company, and was free to survey the town square as he strode towards the two of them. The townspeople were mostly unarmed, and they could use some armaments to at least put up a struggle with the later assault from the demons. He divided them into three separate groups to keep watch on the only entrances into the town square, they would alternate with another company, perhaps one belonging to Lucien, or the other Eyes. He knew it was pointless though, seeing as how these demons came from the sky. It would be pointless to erect barricades on the roads, they had to find better ground.

As he pondered this, he saw a stout being. He was dwarfish in his appearance. He was very muscular, and bearded. Long golden locks hung from underneath a metal helmet that he was wearing. He was towing a large wagon with an assortment of goods, most of which appeared to be weapons and shields. The man, approached the Captain of the guard, and they conversed for a time. They exchanged a few gestures, but Ezall wasn't able to discern what they were talking about. After a few minutes of conversing, the large man towed his cart to a nearby group of guards. He set to work grinding and carving something.

Toting the sharpened stick on his shoulder, Ezall looked towards the girl, Christine.

"Anyone, know who he is?" Ezall pointed with the stick at the dwarf.

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#2012-10-23 02:12:18, as written by NethanielShade

Christine shook her head.
"Not a clue." But as she saw him, she smiled.
Vulcan. She said to herself.
"Anyway, I'll be off making some weapons. Ezall, do you have a particular type of weapon or design? I can make it from any material, but the Mythril will be most effective."

Kederath had wondered a few feet away from them. He squatted down to see a rabbit sitting next to him, aware of everyone but him. Or so it seemed. He pondered on this then, he felt a tugging in his gut. He willed the animal, much like he did to the plants, and it followed his command. It scurried away from him.
"Very useful Arborius. Now I'm the bunny-wisperer."

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#2012-10-26 04:11:46, as written by VindicatedPurpose

He returned his gaze to Christine.

"No, not any in particular," he said dryly.

Then he surveyed the rest of the town and the townspeople. Kederath had gone off to the edge of the woods and was perhaps fiddling with some animals. Ezall noticed a rabbit scamper off at his command. He'll eventually be able to command much greater forces of nature, thought Ezall.

Then he returned to surveying the rest of the townspeople. Eyeing the content of the survivors.

"Over half of these people will not survive the night," Ezall claimed, solemnly as he gazed past Christine, who had heard what he said. The sun had slowly began to sank as it was already a little past lunch time.

"The plan that Lucien has for us will go awry, we can't hold them at bay with barricades when they come from the sky. We need to leave this town immediately and seek higher ground," Ezall had a premonition. Though he could not see the future, he sensed that something was out of place.

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#2012-10-27 06:38:38, as written by NethanielShade

Christine had her secrets, her secrets were far more abundant that mostother's... She just hoped Vulcan wouldn't tell his Eye her secrets. Anyway, she jogged off into her house, played three distinct keys on her piano, and a trap door opened in the floor. She stepped down the stairs into her forge and cracked her knuckles.
"Let's do this thang." SHe said, pronouncing 'thing' wrong on purpose.

Kederath looked up at the ree, more interested in it. He stared at it, it withered, then it came backto life and grew about twenty feet, growing thorns along it's branches and trunk, leaves turning Chaotic Purple... He could command plants much easyer. He liked the plants more. He turned it back to it's original state and went next to Ezall.
"Just because this isn't going to be good doesn't mean that half of the... Okay, so maybe half the population will die... But do you have to tell these villagers that... WIth the children, men and woman all together here?"

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