An Evanescent Phantasmagoria

An Evanescent Phantasmagoria

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In a dying world, the fates of seven people are about to awaken from their slumber, and bring about something that will forever alter the planet. It is the beginning of a tale that will be marked down eternally in history.

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Introduction

Leu Chrysallia
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“I want to believe that people’s hearts can resonate with one another’s. I think when people tie their thoughts together; the bonds that they form with each other are where legends are born. . . . Seeking out the meaning of their births, driven by their unwavering convictions, people learn the strength to protect through the meeting of their hearts. Whether for the sake of themselves or another, people enforce justice, and they learn, awakening their souls. Through this, the name of Fate becomes known, and it is released from its slumber.” -The Goddess Sevda

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The world lies upon the periphery of demise. . . . Once a verdant heaven, abundant with life, teeming with evergreen forests and seemingly boundless fields, what remains of it now is but a simple echo of times long since passed. Millennia ago, the world was an Eden, life existed in harmony, there was no war, no corruption, no struggles to survive. . . . Yet, with the passing of time, the Golden Age of existence has become but a legend, now, things are much different. There is much suffering, people starve, there is war, people fight for food, corruption runs abound within the organizations who are suppose to bring order, and those who do not have money endure much torment.

People are crying out, wondering why it is that this has happened, they yearn and pray to the heavens to bless them with a paradise akin to that which is spoken of in their mythos. No matter how people pray and plea though, relief has never come . . . and the masses are losing faith in the words spoken by their Goddess. In the times when the world was ever-producing, and perfect, it was said the Goddess of creation and birth herself walked the surface of the planet, living with her mortal children. She lived alongside her many children, shared with them her powers, the earth’s bountiful harvest. She laughed with them, smiled with them and shared many wonderful moments with those people. This was a time of innocence, where the whole of the world was nothing but a playground, and all sentient life were but as children. . . .

The Goddess, the mother of these many children, watched over them as they grew and played, attributing to them much adoration and love, giving them all of her blessings.

However, as things always go, this paradise and wonderful time would not last. That which is pure shall always become tainted in some manner. . . . Jealousy, envy, the desire for the Goddess’ attention, spite and other such things would come to seed the minds of all the mortal children. The seeds of taint planted, it did not take long for them to germinate into something terrible, something that brought harm unto the Goddess, that darkness blooming in the hearts of those she loves, it would bring about the end of the age of innocence.

Without the pure love of her children, the Goddess found herself weakening and growing frail, unable to successfully give life to the world. She was unable to sustain the paradise as she had for so many eons. As her children fought and squabbled among each other for the attention of their mother, failing to notice her sufferance, the Goddess found herself growing embittered toward them. . . . In pain, and unable to support the world that she had once regarded with much love, she would soon fall into a deep slumber. Her body and soul sealed away deep within the earth, leaving the message that she would awaken again someday, and revitalize the world and once more awaken the paradise of yesteryear.

Since these times, much has changed. Corruption spread like wildfire within the hearts of people, from humans to elves, to all forms of sentient life, no one people were spared from this taint. Life subsists, despite the difficulties of it all, yet the wilderness is an unforgiving place, the distance between places livable is slowly growing wider and further apart and powerful monsters have grown crazed by the conditions of the world.

In towns and cities, those who rule in power are often corrupted, greedy, and are not beyond exploiting the poor citizens of their town. Things are growing worse and worse, while it seems like there are fewer and fewer who are willing to do good. It is in this world that a small group of people shall meet . . . perhaps some of the few left with the want to do good, to better society and life. . . . This is their story, and the chronicle of a tale that is bound to become a fragment of history.

This is the story of Fate’s awakening. . . .

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Character Slots: There are six main roles required to start the roleplay, I accept reservations, but I’m strict about enforcing a cap time on how long you may reserve without asking for an extension! If you wish to reserve a slot, ask in the OOC thread, reservations last for 48 hours from the time I confirm them. If you need more time than this, post a message in the OOC and I’ll give you a 24 hour extension. If you exceed the 48 hour cap time without asking for an extension, I will open the character slot back up and allow someone else to take it.

If the slots are full and you really do wish you join in the roleplay, PM me or inquire about it within the OOC thread and I will contact you and see if we may be able to work something out. I'll only do this for two people beyond the six listed slots though.

The Pierrot ~ Cináed Rubina de Amore played by Beta Type Jakuri
The daughter of nobility, long before her very birth, her father was murdered. . . . With his death, a threat was made known that all who shared his bloodline would be eliminated from the face of the world. Following this, upon her birth, the Pierrot was passed onto her mother’s sister and her husband, the couple happened to run a small, travelling circus. In order to keep her safe and sound, she was raised as their daughter, and reared as such. As she grew, she took on the role of a Pierrot within the circus and its acts, this happened to be both a literal and figurative phenomenon. For the last eighteen or so years, she has lived as this, as a Pierrot, knowing nothing else. Yet, shortly before her eighteenth birthday, she is brought back to her birth mother, and left to carry out her fate, and to be restored to her place of birthright. Given her place as the daughter of a noble, the Pierrot is engaged to be married upon her actual birthday. To this fate, she is not pleased, yet even for the mother she barely knows; she silently endures this unwanted destiny. Quietly, she feigns an act of happiness, placing a smile upon her lips when she is not at all joyous, as she was raised, the Pierrot is a submissive girl, who puts others before herself, and would rather suffer alone than burden another with her problems. . . .

The Dhampir ~ Crowly Olivér played by Ergent Seth
A long-lived life form, he is a half-vampire. He has lived for a long time, and as such, he has witnessed the horrors of the world and the very worst it has to offer. Yet still, he quietly exists on, often never interfering in the events happening around him, from past experience, he has learned that living is frequently far more peaceful when you only have to worry about yourself, and not about the happenings of others. . . . His existence is a careful one, given his non-human heritage, he bears weaknesses akin to that of his vampire parent, he possess a need to sustain his body upon the blood of humanoids, along with normal food and must be cautious of the sun. While he will not die from the light of the sun, it will make him ill. Naturally, he seems frail and fragile, as he should, the crossed-bloods within his body reject one another and at times makes living difficult, but there are times when he displays abilities on par to that of a full blooded vampire, strength, speed, reflexes, etc. . . . The Dhampir has managed to survive this long due to the fact that he is able to hypnotize the weak minded, and even temporarily alter the memories of said people. His existence is rather idle, and he is a passive person by nature.

The Alchemist ~ Maximilian Van Eyck played by Zentose
A rather eccentric man, highly-intelligent, well-versed in many subjects and gifted in the practice of alchemy. He is confident in himself and what he can do, and comes off as such, it is not unusual to see him with a smile on his face, or to find him with his nose in a book. Behind his smile, he hides a scarring past, having lost someone dear to him, the Alchemist took up the art and science of alchemy at a young age upon learning of the fabled ‘homunculus.’ His goal in life came to be a desire to create one of these artificial humans in order to revive the person he lost whom was so dear to him. . . . Given his studies, he is quite skilled in magic, solving problems and other such things. He lives in the world, minding his own business while studying all he can as to improve his skills. He can be regarded as arrogant in a sense, loving to go on miniature lectures regarding the many things he knows about alchemy and the many subjects he is versed in, yet still, he hides a bitter side to him that arises on occasion. Deep inside he is asocial, preferring his own company to others, only seeking out one thing from his subsistence; and that is the successful birth of his desired homunculus.

The Chevalier ~ Flandre Mistus played by Lloyd999
A resolute woman, strong of mind and body, she was born magically blessed and trained from a young age to become the defender of aristocracy. She is strong, stern and aptly gifted as far as battle goes with her magical gifts and her rigid training. At the same time, she was once an idealistic, she possessed a naïve and romanticized view of what her duties would be, as well as what justice was. The Chevalier was a proud woman, happy that her position in life would be what it was, yet when she was assigned her tasks, to be the hand of the law to a ruling family of nobles in an isolated town, she knew not what to expect. She was eager to begin, happy to take on these tasks, and to deal out evenhandedness to those who did wrong. . . . Yet, she was disappointed in what she found awaiting her. Those she was assigned to serve under were naught but corrupted, greedy and pompous nobles who exploited the poor. Gradually, she has become sickened by that which she is expected to do, she is disheartened by the degradation of aristocracy, and coming to form her own sense of what ‘justice’ is. Soon enough, she plans to cut ties to the family she was assigned to serve under, and become a freelance warrior, acting upon her own will and volition.

The Cyborg ~ Paragon played by Bromander Shepard
An unusual thing, regarded as a failed experiment from years past, the Cyborg is something strange. It is an androgynous being, only identified as a gender based upon its body’s physical appearance. Born from the desire of immortality, the Cyborg possesses a steel/metal body, and it is obvious that it is not human; the plating from which it is composed is put together crudely in some areas. Inside though, the Cyborg has the inner workings of a normal human being, a heart, a brain, working organs. . . . It must eat and sleep like a normal person in order to survive. Despite the fact that it has the inner workings of a human, the Cyborg itself does not yet hold emotions. Yet, it does retain the ability to understand these sentiments, and to learn them. Only recently has it awoke, while being prepared for disassembly and disposal, something triggered it to rouse. Possessing basic knowledge of the world and its workings, it set out on its own in order to live, yet still, it cannot live even a remotely normal life thanks to the apathy it has from a lack of understanding regarding feelings. Not good or evil by nature, the Cyborg is a neutral existence that is simply just working to find its place in this world.

The Rogue ~ Aer Shevna-Ray played by AthenaUndying
A spirited young-woman who is bold, brash and known for her mischievous ways. She has lived out the last several years of her life as a wandering around what is left of the habitable world, and she has seen all that has become of Leu Chrysallia, as well as what has become of the people in it. While her early life is something of a mystery, it is believed she was left to live in deplorable conditions and it led her to believing herself a savior of the weak. In her many travels, she has gallantly stood before the corrupted nobility who rules above the majority of common society, dared to steal from them and distribute her gatherings out to those she felt deserve it. The Rogue is a woman who exists by her own rules and sense of time, her life is piloted by her and no one else and she goes about living it as she sees fit. Her bright spirit is an unusual find in the world, as she never seems to let the faults and darkness of the world bring her down, as she seems to be an optimist, and naïve despite her many experiences. In a way, she is living by her own definition of what justice is, because she opposes those she herself deems corrupted in the open and aims to put them in their places.

The Vagabond ~ Ulysses Alder played by Sorentier
A young man who might be better off unknown. . . . While he’s a cheerful fellow, having the tendency to look on the bright side of life and things, he also has a couple of underlying problems which have gotten him into trouble far more than just a few simple times. He is known to have accumulated a rather hefty debt to his name in the short time he has lived, as he is rather enamored with the notion of gambling and bets. More than once, this very thing has led him down the tumultuous pathway of trouble, and has lead him to becoming known around the civilized world for what most consider unsavory acts of crime and lawlessness. Though, the simple truth is that few know the Vagabond’s true story, the reasons why it is he has journeyed the world time and again. As he is seen as a anarchic sort, he has gained a reputation, some side with him while others want him dead. Despite what people think of him, the Vagabond continues to move across the globe, as he has for the last years of his life, living as he sees fit and seeking to fulfill the goals lain out before him. Still, through all he has gone through, and even being a wanted man, he maintains a certain sense of cheerfulness that betrays the current state of his life.

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The idea of this roleplay’s plot is that while there is a very loose one, it is also VERY much open. I’m kind of leaving power in the hands of everyone who joins, we build the plot together, and the roleplay is very character driven. This is meant to be fun and to not be overly restrictive.

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1. As far as posting length goes, I’m imposing a minimum word count per post. I don’t want a bunch of tiny posts, so I’ll ask that you please write at least one-hundred words per post. Also, I expect proper grammar and spelling, this is meant to be a literate roleplay so, I think that understandable?

2. No godmodding or meta-gaming. Seriously, no one really likes this.

3. Post as often as you’d like—I’d love it if everyone could post at least once a day, but I know that can be a bit much to ask at times. So, I’d really appreciate it if everyone posted just as much as they could. At the minimum, I’ll be asking for a post once every three days here, if you don’t, I’ll be PMing you about this. Nothing personal, I just don’t want my roleplay to go and die out!

I understand that real life gets in the way of online life sometimes though, so if you can’t post for a little while, please notify everyone in the OOC thread, okay? Then go ahead and try to get your character out of the limelight for a little while so the roleplay doesn’t get all stopped up and stuck. If you can’t do this though, permission will be granted to the other players to ghost roleplay your character to the extent of performing minor actions in order to get them out of the limelight until you yourself are able to return and assume control.

If you are gone for more than five days without proper notification though, your character will be put up for dibs, and one of the remaining active roleplayers will be allowed to control them until you return.

Also, there is no set posting order at all, simply, do not double post.

4. Romance is encouraged here, but not smut. Yes, one of the tags for this roleplay is ‘adult’ as I expect some situations to arise in the roleplay that aren’t exactly rated G. Buuuut, I don’t want full out graphic scenes cluttering the roleplay up, keep the situations PG-13 and make sure you follow the rules of the site too—wrap up kissing scenes in two posts, and keep the stuff separated by five posts in total. If things start taking a turn for the too graphic, FADE TO BLACK and take your hormones elsewhere. I don’t want to log onto the roleplay and find a sex scene or something really smutty. . . . ._.

You can use innuendo and stuff here, but, try not to make it the only thing your character says, give them some more depth than that.

5. As far as violence goes, it and gore are not a problem for me at all, but I don’t want the roleplay turning into some gore-laced horror story, where there is a disembowelled body at every turn, so let’s keep death and injury at a realistic level. We don’t want anyone leaving here mentally scarred, do we?

6. Reserve characters in the OOC thread, remember that there is a cap time for reservations, two days from the time I confirm your request. Also remember this; if you can’t commit to the roleplay, then don’t submit.

7. If you have a question, ask me. ^^

8. Do not post until it stated that it is time to begin, I will myself write the introduction post, and once it has been placed, then it is free game.

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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Paragon slowly retraced his blades and scanned the area around. Between the use of demonic power by the chevalier, possession of the golem and Paragon's intervention the bulk of the black army had been wiped out. The remaining chevalier seemed to be pushing the remaining forces back. The cyborg had little concern with the outcome of the battle however. He merely intended to clear enough of a path in order to pursue the bride in order to discover the motives of her actions. Paragon looked up at the two individuals a few yards away only to see the chevalier race off into the night. The justice bringer was in hot pursuit of the assassin and perspective duchess but at her best would be forced to track them for days with the dhampirs speed. If the halfbreed was slowed however she may have more luck. Paragon had no desire to help her but weighed her as a potential force multiplier. If the dhampir attempted to fight Paragon would need only wait until the chevalier arrived thusly avoiding any potential damage he may receive. He had never faced a dhampir in combat before and could not accurately gauge their strength. While the construct did not fear the creature he was not positive of the outcome of the potential bout. He was certain if he could not kill the dhampir he would certainly be able to match it if not stall it long enough to add the power of the demon wielding chevalier to the combat equation. His decision made, Paragon looked up and locked eyes with the alchemist. He gave him the slightest of nods before dissapearing before the man's eyes. Now little more than a blur, the phantom darted through the night. From rooftop to rooftop he sped across the city. Tracking him wasn't difficult and using his thermal vision Paragon was able to spot the half breeds unique heat signature quickly. The assassin and Cináed were passing over a water way that ran through the edge of the city by way of a small bridge. The water way was a means of rapid transit for most citizens using small boats called gondolas. The water ways encircled the perimeter of Cellé and had a few points in which the man made river cut through the middle of it. At the late hour not a single boat was seen in the water as the cyborg leapt into the crisp night air. He landed in front of the racing dhampir, halting him in his tracks. Like earlier the impact of the constructs weight sent cracks outward form his point of impact as he landed in his second three point landing of the night. The assassin had nearly left Cellé, behind Paragon was a few miles of farmland then a massive forest with a trading route running through it. The assassin and his prisoner could have lost their pursuers if they'd made it that far. They were not so lucky in their fortune. Paragon rose and locked eyes with the dhampir.

"I cannot allow you to proceed. I must speak with the woman. Your escape may lead to her death, to permit you to do so is illogical."

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Character Portrait: Cináed Rubina de Amore Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér

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Damn it, damn it, damn it! Crowly rushed through the city, darting from street to street, dashing through surprised bystanders and angry drunkards sloshing their ale about. He keeps Cináed cradled in his arms, burning and searing his cold skin. He cursed himself for doing such a foolish and rash plan, a plan that he wasn't sure if it was going to work out at all. His employers, the Black Horizon, interfered. They probably thought that he couldn't handle the mission with that brief stand off, between him, the odd super human, the chevalier, and the red-head. He shook his head, no, they couldn't. They were just providing him with the perfect distraction to assist him in the impromptu opportunity he received. It was only a matter of time until the castle decided to provide a search party, he had to make it to the bridge to rendezvous with his client by the river. He would explain what happened, they would give him his money, and he can help the princess until she was healthy from her ailments, he would drop her off at some small village to fend for herself, and he'd live peacefully for the next few decades, with his blood and money.

Crowly started to feel a tugging on his shirt, looking down at the pleading emerald eyes of Cináed, “I-It hurts, burning, I am burning, p-please . . . h-help. . . .” He sighs slowly calming her down, whispering through the night, whilst running towards the bridge, "Hold on... we're going to have to go at the bridge, then we can stop for a bit. Just stay awake and hold on, you'll be fine." Crowly looks up again, almost at the bridge, his eyes widening as he starts to hear something offbeat to his own quick footsteps. It wasn't until the bridge, where he worked out everything that happened. The large hulking superhuman followed him at a speed that matched his own, landing upon the bridge cracking the cobblestone beneath his feet. His voice, almost mechanical and emotionless confirmed Crowly's suspicions. It was an android, a human and a machine. He keeps Cináed protectively with him, cradling her in his hands. His eyes flicker with annoyance as the cyborg calmly speaks to him, "I cannot allow you to proceed. I must speak with the woman. Your escape may lead to her death, to permit you to do so is illogical." Crowly stares at the cyborg, its own staring right back at him. He didn't have time for this, he had to find his employers and just get out of here. Where were they...? He was out by the bridge, he was waiting in the spot where they told him to be, what was taking them so long?

The two were at a standoff, he couldn't fight him at this state holding the girl, and also with risk of lost of time and useless effort. His strength wasn't at its best, but it was fairly decent. He couldn't run past him, from what he's seen, this superhuman was a force to be reckoned with, and a swift one at that. Crowly closes his eyes, thinking of the best way to get out of this. Reason. Slowly he starts to speak. "I'm not bringing her to death, nor am I going to kill her. Through her request I did not kill the Duke's son, besides I detest too much bloodshed. My client requested that the marriage be stopped, and through the kidnapping of the bride to be, I can get the pay from my employer and not kill anyone. I'm sure that guard I bit will be fine. If the girl stays here, she will die. They will all treat her like a witch, and they will all shun and kill her. I'd rather not let that happen mind you. I'm sorry, but please move awa-." Crowly pauses he could've sworn that he can here a sort of thumping, one that wasn't the heart of the girl, or the hulking adverary in front of him.

Crowly's eyes widen as he hear's a voice behind him, "No, I'd rather have you stay there." He turns around seeing a short yet stocky man in a suit, his hands in his pockets, accompanied by four dark cladded men with long wooden-stocked bolt-action rifles pointing at him. He looks up, seeing a taller figure with red eyes glowing in the night. Another stone golem. The short man in the suit, Crowly's employer, a lieutenant of the Black Horizon, smiles at him, showing white teeth in the midst of the darkness. "You've done good, Crow, we've found a fellow hunter with us here too. Good ol' number five. But sadly, we're going to have to kill the girl, and we're going to have you auctioned off to the biggest bidder. Think about it! Number two, for SALE! Men'll come all over the world just for you. To humiliate, burn, kill, and rip you to shreds... Nice working with us, Crow, but now you're going to be our money maker." The short man laughs, as Crow hears the slight click of a trigger. He twists holding Cináed tightly to him, shielding her from the incoming bullets. Crowly screams, howling in the night, as the rounds smack his back like a ton of bricks. From the two bullet holes on his back, and his right shoulder, came an acrid smell of smoke and burning flesh. He groans, blood flowing out from the wounds. Silver bullets. He slowly crawls on his knees, holding the girl close to him, he looks up at the cyborg pleadingly, setting her down on the bridge, "Take her somewhere safe, don't let these bastards get her." He snaps his fingers as his black scythe materializes in thin air through a torrent of black feathers.

Crowly turns around, balancing himself on the scythe in order to hold him up, his hair pointing up, his licking his black lips. Another groan escapes from him as something else digs into his back, he looks over his shoulder, seeing a tall raptor-sized Crow holding a bullet between its beak. He smiles weakly, turning around, as the men reload their weapons , the golem starting to walk forward. Crowly yells out behind him.

"Will you run, and leave me alone already!!!"

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As she was set to the cold ground, Cináed whimpered from the pain going through her, from her hellfire laced bones. The feeling of burning tore through her in waves, undulating back and forth. Even in her near unconscious state, with the agony nearly driving her insane, the once-Pierrot had heard the exchanges between her captor, the Dhampir, and another, and then between him and his evidential employers, who had now gone and turned upon him. Who had taken her from Cellé did not matter anymore, none of it mattered, her life was overturned, upside down now. Trying to make her own choices had led to this, to all of this. By abandoning Violetta’s words, her instructions, Cináed had brought this suffering upon herself. It was as simple as that. If she had just remained idle, still and quiet, not moving at all unless told to do so, then all of this, perhaps the lot of it could have been avoided. This was karma’s retribution for daring to think she was capable of trying to save a person’s life through her words, through her weak willed and poorly thought out actions. This was her deserved punishment for being a fool. . . . The burning, the sensation of being burnt alive from the inside out, it was a distress she had earned.

That is all I am, and all I shall ever be. I was raised to play the part of the fool, and that is all I am suited to be, if I dare act upon my own volition. She was a fool, a damn fool. Reared by her aunt and uncle, she was trained as a Pierrot, to play the role of a jester no matter the circumstance, to follow every word and order given to her by others. Never, she was never suppose to act on her own or to question what she was told to do. . . . Athene had been right hadn’t she? Making choices on her own had never gotten her anywhere good, no, it’d only ever led to situations of a bad out coming, such as this. Trying to save Louis life, offering herself up only turned out for the worse. This fire in my body, whatever it may be, I have rightly earned this.

Even her captor, the Dhampir, he was harmed because he had protected her from gunfire. . . . Even through the searing ache, and with her sense of hearing nearly done in by the blood going through her skull and the ringing, she had still been able to hear the thunderous echo of it. Because of me, someone has been made to shed blood. Though she felt the urge to writhe about upon the soil below her, to claw away at her skin to get the scolding heat to cease, Cináed consciously make the choice to remain still, and to force her form to be placid. It hurt. It hurt bad enough to drive one of weak resolve insane.

My volition has caused a man to undertake injuries, and still be forced to stand and fight. I . . . cannot remain as this, no matter this agony I am in. . . . Although those of a more normal disposition would have accused the Dhampir of kidnapping them, Cináed did not feel that way. She had offered herself up in exchange for Louis’ life being spared, and that offering had been accepted. . . . .and one had been harmed due to it. No one may be allowed to perish on my behalf.

Before Cináed could even force a movement upon those aching limbs of hers however, before she could even attempt to intervene, to maintain her end of the hasty arrangement she’d made between herself and the Dhampir, it happened. In a matter of seconds, Cináed felt a powerful hand clasp itself around her fragile throat as she and the person moved through the night, at speeds she could not comprehend. Bones still on fire, pain still in her, the girl felt dizzy by the sudden movement, and could only manage a garbled cry of distress when it was that her small body came into contact with a hard surface behind her, a tree. . . . Someone of an utterly agile disposition had managed to swoop in and force her from the ground to holding her up against a tree by her neck.

For a moment, the once-Pierrot found her body numbing to every sensation as her hearing seemed to fade away completely. For that instant, there was nothing. But, when it was an unpleasant laugh came from before her, close to her, the girl found herself back in reality, body throbbing. Unable to breathe, her hands instinctively began to claw at the hand around her throat, trying to pry it off so she could bring needed air into body, for the time being, the burning was forgotten as the adrenalin began to kick in. . . .

Who or what had her. . . ? A soft and warped cry coming from her lips, Cináed’s emerald eyes opened as they began to water. Clawing at her captor’s hand, she found herself looking upon a hooded figure, clothed in dark attire; face shadowed and obscured from view, but an undeniable air of sinister intent was evident about him. Squirming about, held up against the tree by her very neck, the once-Pierrot could only look at him, unable to scream or speak.

“To think, that you were all he had left to the world before he was executed, Julius must be rolling in his grave now, seeing how pathetic his Halfling-spawned turned out to be.” the figure spoke, his voice was mocking to say the least, sarcastic and even angered. Cináed just stared at him, the adrenalin still holding the flames at bay. “I can hardly believe that you’re all that’s left of the great Salamander’s legacy, you twit of a Halfling. Even if it’s orders, I don’t see the need to kill you, you’re no threat, and you won’t ever be one.” With those words spoken, the hooded man pulled her away from the tree she was crushed against, and promptly threw her to the side, his interest in her lost. When she hit the cold earth, she rolled once or twice before beginning to cough and choke on the air her body was gasping for. Upon her side, the girl’s hands were lightly around her bruising throat, unaware that the man loomed above her still.

He shook his head, “He was told what would happen to him if he bred with a human, the damn bastard knew full well what his Fate would be. And still, Julius Lockhart went ahead with it anyway. . . .” Without a warning, the man reared a leg back and deftly planted a foot into Cináed’s midsection, causing her to cry out in pain and confusion. Everything that was happening to her now, none of it was properly registering, too much, and too many questions. “Your damn father was a fool, girl, letting his blood mix with a human’s. In the end, the result is a girl whose mortal body cannot handle the Salamander blood. Disgusting,” he seethed, “You are disgusting. . . . It’s nothing but a stain to even think you bear his blood.”

For all the man was saying, Cináed understood none of it, the talk of her being a Halfling, of Salamander descent, of her birth father. . . . This was nothing she understood. Her whole life, she was raised as a human, she had always thought herself as it, and even when she had been with her mother, with Violetta, there was no talk of her father being anything beyond human himself. Cináed simply knew nothing of the man called Julius Lockhart, yet . . . this man did. He had called him, ‘the great Salamander.’ I cannot comprehend. . . . the once-Pierrot involuntarily whimpered as her form quivered a bit from the vestiges of the returning heat, and the pain in her body from the attack. Who her father was, she did not know.

“To think that Number Two’s idiot employer wanted you to suffer as a way of getting back at Julius, whether it be through your death or being framed for the murder of your fiancé. . . .” The man huffed, “You’re not worth it.” And with those sudden words, the nameless attacker seemingly vanished away, leaving Cináed upon the ground, in pain once more, and more confused than she could ever have been. What . . . what was she suppose to do now, what was all of this about?! Salamander . . . Halfling? Was that what she was? Was that why she felt as if her bones were ablaze . . . ?

Everything she had been raised on, suddenly it felt as none of it made sense as the redhead’s heart began to pound wildly within her chest, and again, she found herself utterly overwhelmed by it all, the bewilderment. Ears ringing again, tears formed in her eyes as she found herself utterly confused by it all. . . . Her skin remained hot, and the heat began to encompass her whole self again as breathing again became difficult. What . . . was she, who was she? None of it made sense anymore. And, with the confusion as her last certain sentiment, everything stopped there for Cináed then and there, as everything faded into black.

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The pleading dhampir's request had not gone unheeded as the cyborg knelt to lift the girl into his arms. Before he could get his hands on the young woman however a massive impact blindsided him, knocking him into the side of the bridge. The force of the impact sent the construct crashing through the side of the bridge and tumbling into the water below. Paragons world was cast into darkness as the cool, dark water enveloped him. Beneath the surface of the water Paragon could hear the battle raging up above. The construct clawed his way out of the man made river to see his attacker. The golem was ripping up hand fulls of earth and lobbing them like some sort of massive, living catapult. Paragon rose out of the water and took a step towards the beast ready to dismantle it piece by piece then the dhampir's words echoed in his mind. Paragon whipped around and saw the girl was no longer on the bridge but laying in a fetal position, unconscious a few yards away near a tree. In the next instant Paragon was beside the girl and lifting her in his arms. In the seconds to come the cyborg was racing across the country side with the unconscious women in his arms, the wind whipping her fiery red hair about as the construct moved at mind bending speeds. He did not stop until he had passed through the farmland and was deep in the forest beyond. With any potential pursuers now hours away Paragon came to a stop in a small forest clearing beside a tiny woodland spring. The entire area was serene and calm. The sounds of the night brought an air of peace to the otherwise chaotic night. Paragon set the girl down in the soft grass beside the water and knelt beside her for a moment. He stared at her, his eyes studying her features carefully. Absentmindedly he reached out a hand and brushed the hair out of her face. After he did so the cyborg paused and looked at his hand. He stared at it curiously, unsure as to why he'd done it. It was almost like instinct or muscle memory, it just happened.

"Interesting..."

Paragon muttered to himself before he rose and removed his long black leather coat. He layed it over the girl like a blanket before setting to work making a small campfire. While the cyborg did not need the light or the warmth for that matter, he knew it would help to put the woman at ease once she woke. Once he was finished Paragon sat in front of the fire, losing himself in the warm light. Fire always made the construct un easy yet campfires oddly enough seemed more comforting than most things. Paragon attributed the oddity to his hosts life and cataloged it for further reference. Now the cyborg waited for the woman to wake while he silently watched the fire crackle before him the darkness. The orange and red glow flickering off his dark metallic arms.

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He was surprised that she knew him, but it didn't dumbfound him, before his seclusion he published a few potions and spells and books, but he had assumed that someone would have surpassed the knowledge by now, as so often happens in magic. I guess I'm better than I thought... he thought to himself. He locked his gaze on the non-human thing, it slightly nodded at him before taking off, as did the girl. max moved quickly to try and stop the thing, yelling "Wait you son of a bitch!" but to no avail...

Max then got an epiphany, the non-human was obviously going after the girl, which is why he revealed himself, and the chevalier was also going after the girl, so Max's only options were to go home and forget about this, or go find the girl himself. He contemplated both for a few seconds before sighing, moving near the piano, and placing his hands on the ground, summoning a small dog, it was a small white pug wearing a black leather vest that had the word Familiar on the back in red. Max looked at it and said, "Canis, I need you to find a girl and take her to me, she's invisible at the moment, but I touched her so get the scent, take her to the scent you smell on this piano, it's a dhampir, if that helps. Oh and tell her Max sent you so she doesn't like ignore you or anything."

Max placed his hand out to the dog who said, "Okay boss, got both scents, I'll see ya'!" He charged off at extremely fast speeds, specifically designed to keep up with the fastest of prey.

"Okay now for Lupus," Max said placing his hands on the ground again. This time a wolf was summoned, it had white fur and red eyes. Max looked at it and said, "Come, get the scent of a dhampir on this piano!"

The wolf barked than ran off out the door, Max followed as quickly as he could.

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Flandre ran through the streets. She didn't exactly know where to go, however, the Dhampir would obviously give out a strong dark aura. Flandre closed her eyes and tried to sense such. Specs of magic use seemed to be here and there, but she could feel more dark power, quite far away. Likely a battle taking place. Flandre knew she couldn't do it on foot. She ran to the nearest Chevalier, patrolling the streets on a horse.

"Sir Woodrow, I must borrow your steed," she said, running up to him. The Chevalier looked at her for a second, but then asked, "And why do you need it, Miss Flanders?" Miss Flanders was always easier to say then Miss Mistus. "Because," she told him, "Crowly Oliviér has just escaped from us, and he's got a hostage. He's a Dhampir, so he's obviously fast." The Chevalier looked down at the other one for a second, trying to decide what to do. This Chevalier was a rank higher than he was, despite being younger than he was, a child, a female, and a witch. "Do the others know about this?" he asked. Normally, one would have tons of backup. "Yes, they are chasing him down as we speak," she lied. The chevalier got off the horse and let her get on it. Thankfully, horseback riding was part of her training. Just as she was about to get going, she saw a white dog run up to the horse, sniff the air a bit, and look up at her. He spoke, saying Maximillian van Eyck sent him. Obviously an enchanted dog. Flandre noticed his collar. This dog must have been his Familiar. Flandre had a Familiar once, an owl, who's feathers were like the snowy ground in a forest of pine trees, named Serenade. Flandre had left her in her family's care ever since she joined the Service. They wouldn't allow her to bring it, considering they were streching a bunch of other things just to let her join. Flandre didn't need a Familiar too much anyway, considering she only used Mana, and she finished learning the magical arts. Flandre could still summon her at any time.

The dog led Flandre toward the Dhampir. It was very good at going at the same speed as the horse, staying on front. It was easier with a dog guiding you by scent, so you know the exact path the person took, and magic builds tension in the air, so all you get is a general location, and you can't know for certain what it is, it's kind of more like intuition. At some point however, Flandre stopped, hearing the sounds of battle. The dog was confused and asked her why they stopped, but Flandre just signaled him to stay in one place and stay quiet. Hiding behind bushes, she crept up to what seemed to be a battle.

The Dhampir was up against a couple men armed with rifles. Black Horizon. They were pretty much the reason why Flandre's night tonight was horrible, considering it looked like Crowly worked for them. Weapon in hand, she was ready to fight. She took the silver head of her weapon and screwed it off. Now she had a quarter staff and a mini-fork, two weapons. At that, she charged quietly. Trying to avoid the golem, she ran at the first gunner, stabbing him in the back with the fork. she came that the next guy and started beating him with the staff, and knocked the next guy in the head with it while doing so. A forth guy charged at him with a knife, but Flandre stabbed him in the stomach with the silver fork. Then came the golem. The golem tried punching down into the ground to flatten here, but she dodged at the last second.

The golem tried swinging a few punches at her, but she kept dodging. How was she going to kill this?

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Max followed the wolf into town, he looked at it and thought, Damn, they're probably long gone by now... Feeling doomed, he saw one of the few Chevalier on horseback, and got an idea. He took his bolas and threw it at the man. They hit him and knocked him off the horse, while trapping his arms as well. max jumped on the horse and said, "Sorry, but I need this!" Max never liked horses, he tried to avoid them whenever possible, but they were the fastest mode of travel. He followed his wolf for a long while, before coming onto a battle. The woman, Flandre, was avoiding a golem. Max stood up on the horse, his feet planted on the saddle and his hands on the reins, the second he got close enough, he jumped off the horse and onto the golem. taking control over it. He used it to kill the last few men around it, then he broke off the golem's legs and jumped down.

Max looked back at Flandre and said, winking, "Sorry about being late, but the hero always has to arrive at the last second."

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Confusing, that’s what all of it was. All of it was nothing more than a bewildering puzzle, her past was fragmented, the truth about everything was lost, and shattered into pieces she couldn’t gather up. All she had to go by, to attempt to understand, were a few shards. All she knew for sure now was that it hurt. Her body that is. It hurt her. The hellfire which had consumed her bones felt as if it had resigned itself to a few dying embers, the heat was there, but it was bearable, almost . . . comfortable in a way. It left her warm, but not feeling as if her body was going to melt away at any moment.

The sensation was soothing, and it was enough to have her wanting to lull back into an endless sleep, and to forget about everything that had happened to her. All those overwhelming and confusing things, all those problems caused by her lacking logic and hastily thought out ideas and decisions. . . . All the things which were her fault, she wanted to just sleep them away forever, it would be so easy, better, wouldn’t it? Everything she had been brought up to believe, it was . . . what was it? What had happened, it was the fault of her alone, or so said that strange man who’d attacked her. The one who knew her father’s name, a father she’d never known. Julius Lockhart, an enigmatic figure, a man who her birth mother had fallen for quickly, a man who’d she had assumed to be a human. That man though, he referred to my father as ‘the great Salamander.’ A non-human race, a people born of fire. . . .

If that man’s words were to be believed. . . . Then, that made her a vessel of two bloods, two races. A Halfling, a Salamander-Halfling. Is that truly what I am? Is this body of mine truly not mortal as it was thought? The whole of her life, what it was, every single bit of it was broken now. From the simplest of things to even her own identity. Cináed had been raised as a human girl, as a Pierrot. Her body had never been anything but a frail, fragile thing, there was never a thing remarked about her, from blood to bone, from skin to muscle. She had always just been Cináed. Born and raised to following the whims and wants of others, too obey their words for her own sake, because their choices were what was right for her. She was to trust in the judgments of others before her own, always and forever. That was it, that was what her life was meant to be. Violetta had meant for her to marry, and for that to consume the whole of her life. A simple life, a woman who stood as a quiet wife, listening to her husband for always.

But the very notion of such an existence was long gone now. Louis’ life had been threatened, she’d been accused as a witch and it was apparent that she herself was no longer a simple human. Even if the words of the hooded man were not to be believed, there was no denying that Cináed was not a human woman, no. She was something more than that, and that was a fact she could not ever rid herself of. How, how was she to survive now?

It was with this sense of questioning that Cináed awoke to the world once more. She felt the grass beneath her, some heavy covering lay over her small body, and the fact that she no longer felt as if she were going to burn alive. The heat has quelled itself. she thought, beginning to stir where she lay. It no longer hurts me as it did, yet I can feel the toll my body paid for housing such intensity for so long. With each little movement she made, it hurt. Her body hurt. There were too many aches to attempt to makes sense of them all, bruises, to her skin feeling too tight, raw, her bones aching. . . . Every bit of her was doused with pain.

A shaky breath coming from her lungs, Cináed moved about carefully, her stirrings were cautious as she opened her eyes to a dimly lit clearing within a wooded area. She did not look around, or turn her head, instead she merely gazed up at the clear sky beyond the tops of the surrounding trees. No matter how she had gotten to where she was, or who it was who had brought her where she was now, it mattered not. It wasn’t as if her life was ever going to return to what it was once before, and therefore, a new existence was to be something she would have had to take up in time, no matter who it was with. Blinking slowly, breathing at the near same rate, Cináed slowly began the task of bringing her upper half-skyward. With the little aches and surges of discomfort screaming with every jolt her body made, an uneasy look was upon her face, as she quietly managed to sit herself upright.

The heavy covering which had been over her upper half fell over off her arms, exposing her to the night air as Cináed brought her gaze up, and looked around, eyes falling upon a somewhat familiar figure. She could see the light of a dim fire glinting off something metallic, but she knew not what this was, only that the person was familiar enough. The strange man from the manor, before the Dhampir had snatched her away. “. . . .what has happened?” she spoke quietly, voice hoarse and cracking from the dryness of her throat.

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The cyborg was lost in his own mind, his eyes fixed on the flame dancing before him. The element held such terror for the construct yet calmer displays of flame did not hold the same dread yet there was still the subtle sense of it there. Like a wolf in the shadows that one was not certain if it was there at all. Paragon stayed with the fear. He grasped it and held it steady and forced himself to become comfortable with it, to master it in the hopes that one day his irrational fear would be gone forever. A meek voice snapped him from his thoughts.

“. . . .what has happened?”

The voice was weak and pained with the prior days events. It seemed unsteady and even unsure of itself. Paragon rose and turned to face the girl who now stood a bit uneasy on her own two feet.

"You lost consciousness. The assassin requested that I take you to safety. I complied."

Paragon stated matter of factly. His own voice was distinctly different than the womans. His was solid and unyielding with a hint of being cold though the latter was not by intention. Paragon took a step toward her and engaged his optical lenses in order to scan the girls body for injuries.

"Skeletal structure appears to be undamaged. No visible fractures. No tissue damage."

Paragon paused as his visual spectrum went from x-ray to thermal.

"Body temperature still higher than human norm for a female of your age and weight. Source unknown..."

The optical lenses retracted and Paragon's eyes met hers, his stare unflinching.

"I have questions if you would answer them."

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The answer, and the strangeness of his actions left her feeling even more uncertain than before. He spoke . . . strangely, and that was putting it best she could in her condition. Assassin? The Dhampir had asked him to take her away? And . . . who, and what, was he exactly? Although Cináed did not let it show, there was a distinct feeling of unease laying within her heart at seeing the person who had snatched her away from evidential danger per request of the Dhampir. He’d stepped closer to her, allowing for her to gain a better view of what he appeared as, and . . . he did not appear as a human, in a way he did, and in a way he did not. The once-Pierrot did not know how to explain what he looked as, because in her whole life she had never once lain eyes upon anything quite like him.

He said something about her not being hurt, and her temperature still being high . . . asking her questions? What did he want from her? It wasn’t like she was any good at giving answers. Making choices and telling people anything, trying to give information to another, look at where it had gotten her already. By making the choice to try and save Louis life, she had gone ahead and caused a great amount of chaos around herself—and if the words of the man from before, the one who had attacked her, and called her a Halfling, were to be believed, everything that had happened that night was entirely her fault. Her existence had called forth the hiring of an assassin to damn her, to have her suffer by either having her killed or winding up having her accused of a murder, and why? All of it was a sordid attempt at gaining vengeance from someone who was long dead.

Was she really . . . a Halfling, of Salamander blood? But then, did it really matter if she was or not anymore? Human or otherwise, everything that had been her existence was shattered apart now; those she’d clung onto for her very subsistence were never going to be in her life again. There was no one to make those hard decisions for her, no one was around to give her the needed instructions to get by, and that meant. . . . That meant that she herself might well have to begin undertaking the task of it herself, and that was not something Cináed cared to think about.

Because, here was where her choices had gotten her. All of this is just. . . . she started thinking, a hand going to her forehead as she shook it with a shaky exhale. I am not one meant for such situations, making decisions and trying to guide my own existence is a dangerous venture that has only proven that I am an incapable soul.

Her body ached still, she could feel bruises forming around her neck, her waist, diaphragm and her ribcage despite what had been said by the strange man who’d taken her away at the request of the Dhampir. Even if damage to her body was not permanent, it was still enough to cause a good amount of discomfort, and then, there was the heat she could not explain. She still felt hot.

Blinking, Cináed pulled her hand away from her forehead and craned her neck upward again, looking at the stranger, and his oddness. His arms were made of metal, almost looking like some sort of machine, but . . . she’d never once seen a machine like that, and not something connected to a human. Was . . . he human? In a way, he felt like he was and in a way he felt inorganic, artificial and false. However, there is a distinct line between those. Both are there.

Her gaze almost vacant, Cináed uncertainly opened her mouth and spoke, “Why would you desire to ask anything of me? I am not someone who could be considered a viable source of information on any matter. . . .”

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The cyborg only tilted his head as if in confusion.

"You are an abnormality. You are unique. Different from the others I have encountered and studied. You risk your own life in the hopes to spare those that would do you harm. You posses abilities others do not. You are... special. I can learn more from you than I could from anyone else."

Paragon took a few steps away and stopped in front of the small camp fire he'd created.

"If you would answer my questions I will begin with this one. Why save him? For what purpose would risk your own life to protect his? Your groom to be. I observed his treatment of you. Another in your place would have actively sought his death. You did not. You did not even speak up in your own defense when he harmed you. I find it curious. If I am to discover my own purpose... my own reason for being I must understand not just the common but the uncommon..."

He paused and turned, locking his gaze with hers. For the briefest moment the eyes of the beautiful young Pierrot and the cybernetic construct connected and the embers of humanity within him were given the very faintest breath of life.

"...The remarkable."

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Flandre was impressed of Maximillan Van Eyck's combat skills. He didn't actually fight, but his knowledge over materials, lifeforms and magic was used to his advantage. The little hero comment didn't affect Flandre, but she simply nodded. She then looked over toward Crowly, and suddenly was on front of him as doon as you looked, like an camera illusionry trick in movies. She was grabbing Crowly by the collar and glared at him. She didn't bother asking, for the question was obvious. Realizing he wouldn't answer, Flandre pushed him to the ground, and roots wrapped around his body to keep him there. Crowly would actually feel the roots constricting him. In reality though, all Flandre did was throw a couple sticks on him and cover it with an illusion. Then Flandre dissapeared and darted into the forest. She was starting to feel the seal starting to fade.

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She was an abnormality . . . ? The stranger’s words, she understood none of them, his reasoning. All of it was so strange to her, and it was hard for her to even comprehend. She was not at all uncommon; she was not a special soul, not at all. Simple, she was what she was, just a girl who was better off to everyone acting as a simple marionette. By trying to move her own strings, she just made everything around her more complicated and difficult, it was only when she listened to the volition of others that anything turned out all right, that things remained as they should. By her choosing to plead for Louis’ life . . . she’d cursed everything to become that much more insane, all of became so confusing, overwhelming and too much.

It all led to this, to her feeling as if she’d caught fire, even expelling fire from her own body, from her own flesh as if it were within her. Cináed was not in any way an uncommon life form, if anything, she was a leech. That was what she was born to be, raised to be. A simple, ordinary leech. The value of life was not something she considered when she’d offered herself up to the Dhampir, not at all. She’d considered what might be the best outcome to the situation. Those actions of hers seemed the closest to what Violetta had instructed of her before everything spun out of control.

An unnatural warmth still permeated her aching body, and her she felt even more uncertain than she had before. Everything that had happened was simply too much! The redhead turned her green gaze away from the odd man and looked to the dimly lit ground near her, her eyes held a vacancy to them still. All that had happened, all she’d been told, it still confused her and it left her uncertain and without any idea of the truth. Before her stood someone whom thought she had the answer to complicated questions, a man who looked more machine than the former . . . he didn’t look as if he were human. I attempted to hand my own life over in exchange for his because it was all I thought proper to do.

“What reason would I have had to want his death? I simply acted as best I could, treading along closest to the guidelines given to me by the one I would call my birth mother.” She answered. “There was nothing remarked about my course of action tonight, all my choices only served to further complicate everything which transpired.”

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"No friends, no family, nothing but the moon."

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Flandre Mistus

"What? Oh, okay, my apologies."

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Aer Shevna-Ray

"I am Aer, protector of the poor and nightmare of the rich! Oh, that sounded cool..."

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Ulysses Adler

"There's not a dull moment when almost everyone and their grandmother wants you dead."

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Maximilian Van Eyck

"The creation of life is not in the hands of the Goddess, but of mortals."

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Paragon

"I am nothing but a bio-mechanical mutation. An accident in the pursuit of organic immortality... Yet... I must have purpose. I must have a reason for being... I must."

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"I am Aer, protector of the poor and nightmare of the rich! Oh, that sounded cool..."

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Flandre Mistus

"What? Oh, okay, my apologies."

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Maximilian Van Eyck

"The creation of life is not in the hands of the Goddess, but of mortals."

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Paragon

"I am nothing but a bio-mechanical mutation. An accident in the pursuit of organic immortality... Yet... I must have purpose. I must have a reason for being... I must."

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Ulysses Adler

"There's not a dull moment when almost everyone and their grandmother wants you dead."

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Crowly Oliviér

"No friends, no family, nothing but the moon."

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Character Portrait: Aer Shevna-Ray
Aer Shevna-Ray

"I am Aer, protector of the poor and nightmare of the rich! Oh, that sounded cool..."

Character Portrait: Paragon
Paragon

"I am nothing but a bio-mechanical mutation. An accident in the pursuit of organic immortality... Yet... I must have purpose. I must have a reason for being... I must."

Character Portrait: Ulysses Adler
Ulysses Adler

"There's not a dull moment when almost everyone and their grandmother wants you dead."

Character Portrait: Crowly Oliviér
Crowly Oliviér

"No friends, no family, nothing but the moon."

Character Portrait: Flandre Mistus
Flandre Mistus

"What? Oh, okay, my apologies."

Character Portrait: Maximilian Van Eyck
Maximilian Van Eyck

"The creation of life is not in the hands of the Goddess, but of mortals."


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