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Le Croix de Guerre *Closed Spar*

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Le Croix de Guerre *Closed Spar*

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Darksabre on Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:37 pm

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*****This first part is stolen directly from here This introduction is simply for a reference point. ******

Panthea, a utopian land created by the gods. Where birds, wild cats, and dragons span the lands. The land is separated into three regions, the northern cold wasteland, the southern desert, and the several forests and green plains. The three races that live in Panthea are the Humans, the Beast-men, and the Vampires. The forests and plains are home to the Humans. Their capital city is Acacia, where the army of the humans collects to train. The buildings are all made from the trunk of the trees. And for extra defense, the city is surrounded by a briar patch. The south consists of the Apollian Desert, home of the Beast-men. They find home on the rocky cliffs, high above the ocean of sand. They are extremely advanced, creating tall buildings and temples out of the rose-colored stones of the desert. The largest city in all of Panthea is Balthazar, the Beast-man capital. And in the silent north, the Neoma Glacier rests. Not much is known about this area, but that it is the home of the Vampires. Ancient accounts say that it is a land made entirely out of ice, and that the sun never penetrates the thick black clouds hovering over.

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Some stories tell of an ancient war that devastated the land. When the world of Panthea was formed, the three races lived together in a peaceful manner. But the humans feared the other two, claiming that they were incarnates of Acheron, the god of Hell. So the humans waged war against the other races. The land was soaked in blood. Every race utilized their talents against eachother. The Humans were gifted with magic from Hekate, the goddess of witchcraft. The Beast-men used their superior blacksmith skills to create weapons. And the Vampires used their blood-sucking to an advantage. The three races were almost wiped out, untill the gods intervened. They sent down Lucilius, who flew on six silver wings, to take care of the feud. Using powers given to him from every god and godess, he brought justice to Panthea. He decaled that the Vampires were to be most blamed for the war, even though they didnt start it. And so were exiled to the Neoma Glacier. The beast-men voluntarily migrated to the Apollian Desert, intending to stay isolated from the human. And the Humans were given the green land between the desert and glacier. Both the Beast-men and the Humans erected statues in the name of the savior Lucilius. Now, 4,000 years later, the Vampires seek revenge for their unjust punishment.

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NOTE: THIS IS A CLOSED SPARRING THREAD BETWEEN MYSELF AND LUCIFER. I DUNNO IF THIS WORKS THE SAME HERE, BUT TO ME THAT MEANS THAT ONLY HE AND I MAY POST IN THIS THREAD. ANY OTHER POSTERS WILL BE IGNORED.

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Name- Ette "Maelstrom"
Age- Old Enough
Race- Human
Apperance- Tall enough, thin enough, so on and so forth. Her eyes are a rather blank shade of silver, and and other physical feature of hers are not all that noticeable. That isn't to say that she is not pretty, for many consider her so, it's simply that she doesn't care for her inherent beauty. She wears no makeup, and doesn't bother playing up her odd eyes, choosing to instead over them with sunglasses, even indoors. Her hair is a lovely shade of blonde, though it's usually pulled back, so as not to interfere with her line of sight. Her clothes are plain, and unadorned, as the rest of her. Her only article of jewlery is a long chain that hangs down beneath her shirt.
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Ette was bored. To say the very least. There was nothing worth her attention going on, and she didn't feel like starting something. She shoved her hands in her pockets and leaned against the nearest wall. It happened to be near a door, so she was treated to the sight of so many mindless drones going in and out, in and out. Ette pitied them. At least she had something interesting to do when the mood struck her.

She thought, for a moment, that she should probably go and do her job, but decided that she'd rather lean up against the wall and stare at the sky instead. Not that she particularly disliked her job, it was just that nothing interesting or new had happened recently.

It bored her. Greatly.
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Re: Le Croix de Guerre *Closed Spar*

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lucifer on Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:55 pm

OCC: lets roll!

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Name- Dagonet
Age- about 100
Race- undead
Apperance- Razor sharp fangs, pale skin and long dark hair; he wears an ancient armor that he hides under a dirty cloak that sweps the floors like a king's train. The undead wears two swords on at the waist and one on his back, he also has a dager in one boot.

The vampire travels alone and harvors hatred to many humans as well as beasts; he enjoyes war and struggle which he enourages whenever possible.
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IC:

The door was pulled open by Dagonet in a hurry, he closed it behind him trapping the tail of his cloak in it; cursing with flourish he pushed the door open again and released himself, that’s when the smell hit him. A human stood right beside the door, the smell of her flesh traveled fast to his nose and his eyes quickly evaluated her figure; the female looked of age and perhaps not as innocent as her nonchalant demeanor suggested. The vampire decided to investigate and evaluate the enemy; it was only natural that she was catalogued as enemy for she was a human, most humans wanted nothing to do with his kind and struggle was always an opportunity to meet this weak creatures.

“What are you doing here alone human; standing around like that is calling for trouble,” a slow smirk pulled his lips and his face covered in dirt moved slowly like a doll’s. “I could give you trouble if you feel up for it.”

After being buried for sometime the vampire had fed from a few creatures surrounding his resting place, but now a little sport was in order and what better than to fight a maiden; covered in dirt from head to toe he looked like a fine statue taken out from a pagan temple, the silver armor glimmered underneath the filth and the ragged cloak swirled around his legs. It was so good to be awake.
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Re: Le Croix de Guerre *Closed Spar*

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“Eh?”

There was a commotion of to Ette’s right. She turned her head, without lifting it from resting against the wall to survey whatever was going on through darkened shades. Some no-lo had gotten his jacket stuck in the door. Or whatever you would call that. A sly smirk pulled the corners of her rather chapped lips upwards as she watched him. The dude seemed to be grungy…dirty even. On a closer look, Ette found he was actually covered in dirt. Little clumps of dirt clung desperately to his clothing, his hair, everything. Gross. Her eyes narrowed behind her shades as she continued to watch the guy. Something was off with him. Something Ette couldn’t definitively place her finger on.

Without changing her rather self-satisfied expression, Ette closed her eyes and extended a tendril of power outward, directing it towards the guy. Before she had the chance to asses him fully, he spoke, breaking her concentration and keeping her from finding out what exactly he was. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched him carefully, her face remaining unchanged and smirking. The man spoke and moved forward a fraction, which accomplished the same thing that Ette’s tendril of power would have done. He had stepped into her “territory”, the area that extended in a perfect circle about her, the size ranging depending on her power level and alertness, or lack thereof. It was a rather complex thing, her “territory”, though every witch and being she knew of had one of their own, many didn’t know of it’s existence, nor of it’s purpose.

The way it had been explained to Ette was simple and concise. It went as thus:

It’s as if you are standing in a pool of water. The size is irrelevant, but generally, the larger the territory, the better and more aware you are of people around you. The size heavily depends on your power when you are alert, and when you sleep, the power extends the area so you are not caught off-guard. Now, while you are standing in the pool, imagine an opponent, or another person stepping into the water that forms your pool.

Even with your eyes closed, you’d know they were there, because of the “sound” they make as well as the “ripples” that represent them and their territory. Every person has a unique “sound” they make when they step into your territory, though many sound the same. Learning to distinguish between the sounds is important, but not what we are talking about at the moment. As the person draws closer to you, your territory enables you to draw more and more information about the person away from them.

Your territory is very important-use it well and all will be well.


Ette nodded, her head inclining so slightly it was hardly noticeable. She reflected on his words, her grin finally falling ever so slowly from her face.

“What are you doing here alone human; standing around like that is calling for trouble,”

He then smirked at her. But it was the word human that sent her nerves-a keeling. She delved into her “territory” feeling for his presence, only to find that his “sound” and “ripples” spoke of darkness and dankness and death. But mostly of blood. Witch blood. Human blood. The little hairs on the back on her neck stood on end. Vampire.

“I could give you trouble if you feel up for it.”

“Dear sir, what ever in my stance could convince you that I was looking for trouble? I am simply standing here, minding my own business, watching the clouds roll by.”

Her stance shifted ever so slightly, just as her grin had faded. Her hands came out of her pockets, but still hung loosely down at her sides. Her entire posture was relaxed. She wasn’t going to start something just yet. But it would alleviate her boredom in a new and interesting way. But he was a vampire. But it would be fun. But he’d try and drink her blood. Eh, what the hell. Y’only live once, right?

“But if you’re willing to amuse me, feel free sir vampire.”

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Re: Le Croix de Guerre *Closed Spar*

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Stepping closer the pale male bored feral eyes into the female’s face evaluating her stance; he was capable of feeling her warmth at that distance and the delicious salty aroma of her human flesh traveled to his nose arousing his hunger. The white substance of his face moved and the clear imitation of a human smile adorned his gaunt face; he was going to enjoy the battle.

“You do realize I am far more powerful than you human,” he whispered while his hand moved languidly to his face so his long fingers brushed his dusty chin, “but I guess we can play this game.”

Now the vampire moved forward slowly, gracefully; extending his hand as if he meant to ask for hers, he very suddenly pushed her sideways, off balance. Dagonet moved slowly for a vampire as he did this, but to the human it must had been like a sharp blow with an arm you never saw moving.

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Re: Le Croix de Guerre *Closed Spar*

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Darksabre on Thu Sep 06, 2007 8:04 am

Ette did not really expect his movements, but it wasn't wholly unexpected. She was used to people striking without warning, and because of that she knew to roll with the punches. Well, smacks really. Her arm throbbed from where the guy hit her, but she moved her body with the strike, taking off most of the edge. The only thing that had alerted her to the attack was the "ripples" that followed the vampire's movements. Even though she had moved with the attack, her arm was still going to be bruised. The now-purpling skin ached a bit, but a quick prod with her fingers fixed that particular problem.

"Y'know...I'm not sure that you could overpower me. You are on human turf. And hence, you are outnumbered. So even if you did beat me...you'd get beaten on by about five hundred other humans."

Sighing, Ette rotated her arm around, wringing out any residual pain that had stayed in her arm. She rolled her head from side to side before straightening and snapping her arms outwards. She breathed out, closing her eyes for a moment before extending her fingers outwards as far as she could.

"By the way, I'm Ette, captain of the Black Operations Military here, so's yah know. Just call me Maelstrom," Ette said with a rougish wink.

With that she snapped her hands up so her palms face the vampire. A low grumbling came from beneath the ground as Ette bowed her head as if in prayer. The ground beneath her face jumped and bucked like a cat on a scalding hot rail, but Ette remained still. The people nearby had wisely scattered. Maelstrom was a relatively well-known name around the city and the name was never used in vain. It was the name that parents used to frighten their children into sleeping when told to do so, or to come inside when the sun hides it's face. Ette looked up as the dirt continued to jump and dance and as lightning began to arc faster and more frequently, her grin splitting her face in two. This might be fun, and there was always the chance that this vampire would finally be the person she had been seeking.

"C'mon. Let's play."

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