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Carson Gawain Darnel

"I'm going to win anyway, but you're more than welcome to try."

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a character in “Soulchess: Revival”, as played by AuraRift

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♘ Carson Gawain Darnel ♘


Title - None to speak of. --- "Just call me the guy who's about to hand you your ass."

Faction - Seramel --- "Whatever that actually means..."

Role - ♘ Knight ♘ --- "The job doesn't give you as many "damsels in distress" as you might think."

Race - Corrupted Human: Carson is a human who foolishly made a deal with a demonic spirit. He allowed the beast to store a portion of its power within Carson, to be retrieved when the demon saw fit. However now that Carson's soul has been draw into Gardenia. Let's just say it seems the demon will be searching for quite a long time. --- "Hey whatever works, am I right?"

Gender - Male --- "Very funny."


Appearance-
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Carson is considered to be quite handsome for what he is, long shoulder length hair, turned white from the pact with the demon, memories of its old colour lost to Carson's past life. Shockingly dark eyes, almost lacking in any colour other than black yet still showing a significant difference between pupil and iris. He has a long chiseled face that when put in a serious expression shows the tired features of a long fighting warrior. His ears, though hidden behind his hair, are average. Not too big and not too small, they sit comfortable upon the sides of his head and are far from his defining feature. He has a prominent chin that hangs slightly lower than most, accentuating the long defined features of his face and almost balancing the length in a way. He has a small yet noticeable nose stands almost proudly upon his face. His final noticeable facial feature are his thin lips, which you will often find pressed into a wry smile. He weighs roughly 190 pounds and stands at a decent height of 6'1.

He dresses mainly in sturdy black and red leather attire, this being the same equipment he wore upon contract with the demon it, along with his twin pistols and himself, was augmented and infused with the demons power. Making them extremely durable and fire retardant. On par with any other knights armor for sure. His knight crest rests on the back of his left hand --- "In short, I'm one gorgeous looking guy."

Personality-

Carson gets things done. No other way to describe it, get around it or embody it. He's the kind of guy who doesn't waste time with drama or emotional things. When he has something to do he does it, no questions asked, no moments spared. A memento from the experiences of his past life you could say, to him, his only mission is to put a stop to the constant fighting by beating down everyone who dares to raise a fist. He is a knight of Seramel, yes, but deep down his personal mission is to put a stop to the game and release the city of Gardenia from the dangerous competition it now faces. If at any point he thinks it easier to swap sides, or even turn on both sides completely, he will. As he tells himself, "The fighting ends one only one side is left standing." In his mind if he defeats either Plenoran or Seramel, his mission will be completed. However he's willing to try working for Seramel, certainly he'll give them a chance. But if somewhere along the line they seem like the easier faction to beat? He'll have no qualms with having them at gunpoint and blade edge. --- "That's my business, not yours."

When alone and left to his own devices Carson often speaks to himself, giving himself subtle encouragement and often speaking his thoughts allowed without really caring if they're heard or not. He's also incredibly cocky, he believes that if he has absolute confidence he's the best that eventually he actually will be. He forces himself to the limit and smiles while doing it, knowing that he's giving it his all is extremely satisfactory to him and gives him almost absolute certainty that he's going to win. However, despite his cocky attitude, he believes the art of battle should be an honorable one and if his opponent is injured, debilitated or in some way handicapped, he'll refuse to fight them. To explain it to people who don't understand he'll often say, "I fight to win, but if I've got an advantage then it's not fighting, it's bullying." He doesn't get annoyed by much, but one thing that torments him are his missing memories, he always feels like he was doing something important and that he can't do it now, simply because he can't remember what it is. His main motivation to fight is the small hope he holds that if he's alive when the game is over... then maybe he'll be able to remember again. He knows that the chances of that are slim, but if he didn't have at least that then he'd have no reason to live in the first place. He wears a cocky smile and places confidence in himself, to mask the pain he feels by just knowing how pointless his existence really is.

When with others he is generally cheery, if still extremely full of himself. He believes himself to be the best sure, but that doesn't mean he actively tries to belittle others, he has no problems with complimenting someone else if he thinks they're doing well. Even to his opponents after a fight if he foudn them to be a challenging opponent. He enjoys having allies, he likes knowing he's not alone in the World despite believing himself to be the best their is and doesn't enjoy being a lone wolf. He tries his best to be loyal and it goes against his nature to betray those he would consider friends... he knows however that if the need arises he will have to turn against those he is allied with, if it means putting an end the fighting and the chance he may remember his past, then he will do what is necessary. As such, since he became a knight he has developed the habit of pulling away from others when he feels they are getting too close to him and if someone attempts to ask about him personally or try to get to know him on a more sentimental level he will become cold and distant to force them away.

Weapon(s)-

Image Shard (Longsword): The physical embodiment of the demons soul, this sword is connected to Carson's life force and serves as the catalyst holding his demonic and human sides linked together. It pulses with dark energies and slices with the power of a demonic claw. It once served as a link between the minds of Carson and the Demon however since both the sword and Carson were drawn into Gardenia any and all connections have been broken, giving Carson full control of his limited powers and a sense of freedom he doesn't entirely recognise. However since he can't well remember anything about himself, he decides to ignore it and continue on with whatever it is he has to do. The swords appearance is that of a scorched black blade, the hilt resembling the torso, skull and upper arms of a long dead skeleton. --- "Nothing like slicing through opponents with a demonic blade. You should try it sometime."

Emilia & Ariana (Twin 9mm Pistols): Two pistols each engraved with a name and half of a single message. When the two guns are placed together, tip to tip, the message reads out. "Sharing your names, avenging your spirits." Though now Carson has no idea what this inscription could possibly mean, in his past life his wife and child were brutally murdered by an unknown force. To make sure he never forgot them, he engraved his twin pistols with their names along with a promise that he would have his vengeance in their name. Wether or not he achieved that vengeance is a mystery even to him, left with his past life's memories... along with the memory of those who he was avenging. The pistols themselves are reinforced, solid twin 9mms. Using the demonic power granted to him by shard, Carson has a never ending supply of "bullets" crafted from the raw demonic energy of his other half and launched violently from the pistols barrels. The pistols carry a silver/white gleam to them and seem to represent his role as a "white" piece much more than anything else. Aside from their colouring they bear the appearance of an average pistol apart from the clearly visible engravings on each. --- "They're my two lucky little ladies! I dare you to challenge ME at a shooting range."

Fighting Style-

Fast, violent and brutal. Be it up close and personal or from a longer range, Carson has no problems with giving his opponents a beating. Adept at manipulating his demonic energies to have a mild affinity to darkness and fire, he tends to mix in his more mystical abilities with good old fashioned physical combat. While his opponent is busy casting spells or loading guns he's charging in full force, shard at his side and fire in his eyes. The biggest part about what makes Carson so deadly is that he enjoys the combat. He thrives off of it, lives for it. His mind remembers nothing, but his body remembers the adrenaline and rush of a good fight. He never gives up, never gives in and if he can help it at all he never falters in his attacks.

However in terms of his actual "style" of fighting some might call him a berserker. He puts all of his effort into his attacks, making them fast, powerful and accurate, however he leaves himself an easy target by doing this. His defense leaves much to be admired. He is constantly open to being flanked and if attacked by multiple opponents he could find himself in an extremely troublesome situation. In his book however the best defense is a good offense and in order to combat his lack in defensive skills he has taught himself a wide array of swift dodges, abilities and counter attacks. However a man fighter can only dodge so many times before running out of steam and Carsons abilities are far from unlimited in their use. Eventually he will be forced to, as he would say "Go all in.". When he does this, he knows he hasn't got much left in him and in a final attempt to defeat his opponents (or just as a final chance to insult them) he will attack with a full on, no holds barred attack combo, hoping to overpower his enemy with brute force alone. In terms of his pistols he seems to cherish them as if they had some extreme sentimental value, not even he knows the reason he feels so strongly about them, regardless however he has no trouble using them and often puts them to practice, distracting enemies with well timed shots as well as adding carefully implemented barrages of bullets to his more devastating melee combos. --- "To put it simply I show up and you get your ass kicked."

Abilities-

Role Abilities)
Knight's Crest:
As a knight, Carson may summon a vehicle for fast and easy transportation. The vehicle in question being a gleaming silver and red motorcycle. Body and wheel plating crafted from the same cursed steel used in the catalyst weapon of Carson's demonic half, Shard. The bike is built sturdy and durable for combat exclusive situations when a quick getaway or high speed chase is the necessity. It has the ability to release spiked grips from its wheels, allowing it to tear up the road behind it, flinging small pieces of debree left and right, aswell as allowing him to ride along walls and rooftops as the spikes cling to any surface they are plunged into. Not being a part of Carsons past life in any way, he still seems to be able to handle the bike with ease, most likely an ability gifted to him by his new knightly status. The bike features three blaring white, near blindingly bright headlights mounted on its front. Due to this aswell as his own affiliation to demonic forces he has named the bike "Cerberus", after the three headed guard dog of Hell. --- "You ever drive on the roof before? No?"

Sense presence:
Can feel the spiritual presence of the other "pieces". --- "It's an odd sensation"

"Check":
If Carson locates the enemy King and engages him in combat, he may raise his left hand into the air and send a signal to two other Seramel pieces of his choosing (the signal in question being a red flash across the selected pieces crests), notifying them of his relative position and asking them for assistance in his attack. --- "Calling in the cavalry."

Native Abilities-

(1) Shadow Step:
Description: Probably the most subtle move in Carsons arsenal, he uses it for quick dodges or escapes... aswell as for making a "grand entrance." This ability allows him to harness the power of shadow through his corrupted body, weapons and equipment, melting them into shadows and making them reappear a few moments later in a different area. If one looks upon the ground and focuses with precise eyesight, they would be able to barely make out a shadow resembling Carson darting across the ground to a new location. When Carson is in this shadow form he goes through a few changes, he cannot be struck by physical attacks however some magic may still affect him aswell as this he is repulsed by any and all bright light and can only reform in shadow. If one were to bathe the area Carson is in with light, Carson would be forced to resurface from his shadow step immediately and would be unable to use again until he reached a dark area. The shadows step effect requires immense concentration and can only be used by Carson for brief periods of time before he has to resurface. Since Carsons bike is forged from cursed steel he could, in theory, shadow step while riding it, however this would take a major toll on Carsons mind and the effect, if any, would only last for a few seconds. --- "I suppose that makes me a "shady" character. Anybody? Oh c'mon that was good one!"

(2) Hellfire:
Description: While lacking the ability to create fire from nothing, if Carson ever comes into contact with a flame he can manipulate in one of three different ways, this will use up the fire and Carson will not be able to use another of his manipulations without using up any others. Carson can, infuse the fire into Shard, causing his blade to set alight with blazing red fire and causing all of melee attacks to have added burning effects, this effect will continue until the fire Carson is using burns out. He can infuse the fire into Emilia and Ariana, allowing every shot fired to burn with blazing white flames, this effect will continue until the fire Carson is using burns out. Carson can also hurl the fire forwards as a flaming projectile or "fireball", this attack is fast and can be unexpected, it uses up all the fire Carson has at hand in a single burst. --- "Figures I forgot my lighter today."

(3) Demonic Rush:
Description: A hellish combo of sword strikes and bullets. Carson uses the majority of his remaining energy to charge forward in an extremely fast shadow step and attacks his opponent with a barrage of glowing red sword strikes from shard and close range, blazing white potshots from Emilia and Ariana, all incredibly tied together in a flawless combo that serves as Carson's strongest move. The only downside to this ability is that it leaves Carson's defense wide open both during and after the attack and the barrage itself isn't very difficult to avoid if the opponent is in top condition, however this is not usually the case since this ability is often only used as a last resort. After the ability has been used, Carson will have drained most of his fighting energy and if he was in a bad condition to begin he may pass out. --- "When the pain is in desperate need to be brought."

History-

Carson grew up in a poor family in the bad part of town, raised in a situation where guns and violence were rampant he had to quickly learn how to defend himself or die trying. His Mother was a kindly woman who stole the heart of a rich business man who abandoned her at the first sign of pregnancy, Carson never wanted to find his Father. "Not worth the time wasted." He would say. The two were fine together at first, a single woman and her son living in the inner city. It was rough going but once he was old enough, Carson made sure nothing bad happened to them and made sure anybody looking for trouble got a message they wouldn't soon forget. This lasted a while until Carson's mother grew deadly ill. Stomach cancer, very bad stomach cancer. Carson did his best, he cared for her, cooked for her, stayed by her bed every night. But they didn't have the money for the medical bills... it just wasn't there, but Carson was determined. He tried everything, he petitioned local charities, friends of the family, he even sent a letter to his Father, no response. Eventually he knew he had no other option, he had to become something much more severe, a criminal, it was his only option, the only hope his Mother had.

His Mother he knew, kept a single form of defense for a worst case scenario. Under a floorboard, in the back of their kitchen, sat two nameless nine millimeter pistols. Carson ripped the floor away and held the guns in his hands, they had a nice weight to them he thought as he left the house, a gun in each pocket, both fully loaded with individual extended ammo clips... Carson was only sixteen. He wore a dark hood and entered into the stores of one of the regions larger drug manufacturers and drew his pistols, never fired once, their first shots would be those of desperation and blood. Carson fired and fought for what seemed like forever, bullets take to his right arm and left leg. But somehow, someway, Carson was a natural. His desperation and feelings of absolute necessity forced him forwards. Through the pain, through the turmoil, he was a dying womans, his mothers, last chance. He would do this, the option of failure didn't exist for him then. He. Would. Win.

They were all dead, he had run out of ammo and had to beat the last one to death with the pistols blunt grip. He looted all of them, taking their wallets and credit cards. He found strongboxes and safes aswell, those he managed to break into containing alot of money. When he had enough he packed it all into a small backpack and dragged himself home. He hurt like hell, but his happiness kept him going. He had won. His Mother would be Ok, thanks to him, everything would be alright, so with those thoughts in mind he marched onwards. His clothes were ruined, a black hoodie, jeans and shoes, splattered with blood, the pistols had somehow remained clean, their gleaming metal surface shimmering in his blood soaked pockets. His backpack, bursting with money and covered in just as much blood as his clothes. He was in a truly terrible state yet still he managed to make his way home and he burst through the front door with an earnest yet weakened smile. But what sight awaited him wiped the smile clean off his face.

His mothers hand was stretched out of the bed and hung limply to the side, her face tired and pale, eyes clothes and lips lightly parted in absolute stillness, she did not move, not an inch, not even her presence remained in the cold small bedroom. "M...mother..." Carson murmured, his eyes wide and filled with an expression of terror and despair. He limped forward slowly, his eyes filled with unnatural fear and sadness. He dropped to his knees by her bedside and reached up to her face. Ice cold, not an ounce of warmth remained in her body. He need not have checked any pulse, not felt for any breath. Carson's mother was dead... she had been for hours, she had reached for her sons hand in her dying moments and found him gone from her side... and so she died in despair. Carson felt tears roll down his face, more tears then he had ever felt before, soaking his face and forming a puddle beneath him. He did not make any noise, he did not weep, he did not scream, he did not even blink. He just let the tears fall as he came to the silent acceptance and realisation of a single fact. He had been too late. His Mother was dead.

Carson buried his Mother and left the house that night, he couldn't bring himself to stay the night... it didn't feel... right. He took in a clean rucksack his money, his guns, all the clothes he could carry and he left. Where he was going? Unclear even to himself, he had enough money to pay for a cancer treatment, which he had learned, was ALOT of money. Enough to keep him alone alive for another year or two at least. He traveled the lands, taking any chance presented to him to make a little extra money or get a little extra food. He took any and all jobs for years on end. For this period of time he survived, he was miserable, but he survived. Remembering his skills from the day of his Mothers death, he began to sell himself as a mercenary. Taking jobs to kill the baddest of the bad and, if it payed well, the good guys who stopped them. As long as he got his pay, who he killed and why he killed them were irrelevant, he told his clients that "As long as they're not a woman or a child, you pay me enough and they're dead." As his life progressed he became a deadly marksman and hand to hand fighter, respected in the underworld and held in very high standing when there was somebody who needed to be dead and fast. In this way he caught the attention of Emilia...

Emilia Dalila Sunearth was a very influential businesswoman involved in many high profile agencies and agreements. However her credentials were being destroyed because she claimed to be being stalked by a "demon". She was being called insane and a lunatic by other influential people left an right, people she had considered friends stabbing her in the back for the purpose of image and money. She knew her position was in extreme danger if she didn't sort out the problem soon. But with the constant feeling of being watched and the horrifying creature supposedly stalking her there was nothing she felt she could do by herself. She needed help and nobody from high society was going to give it to her, she had no option but to turn to... other sources of aid. So she heard of a man, beaten rugged by a harsh life and a professional when it came to seeing things killed. The mans name, Carson Gawain Darnel, his motto? "As long as they're not a woman or a child, you pay me enough and they're dead." It seemed like a long shot, Emilia thought, that this man was what she was looking for... but he was her only hope now.

When Emilia came to Carson and gave him the job description he too thought her insane. But with the amounts of money she was capable of offering? There was no way he could pass that up. Upon meeting her, Carson was immediately struck by Emilia's appearance. She had beautiful long brown hair, a similar colour to his own at the time, glistening green eyes and a startlingly white smile. He ignored this at first, however he was completely and utterly distracted by her and kept thinking of her appearance as she described her situation. Emilia was smart, so she wouldn't make such a "demonic" claim lightly, she had done countless amounts of research and prepared a ritual to force the beast out into the open. The two entered a large warehouse to which Carson was skeptical and his eyebrows raised only further when he saw the demon pentagram drawn upon the floor. Emilia told him to stand within the circle, to which he begrudgingly agreed. Emilia began to chant then, speaking in an ancient and old language Carson was unfamiliar with and worried by.

Emilia finished and for a few moments nothing happened. Carson frowned and was about to speak when suddenly he was launched backwards forcefully, from the center of the circle rose a ferocious flesh covered, snarling beast, unlike anything Carson had ever seen, it had large claws and overwhelming fangs. Carson stood up, terrified but somehow confident, a feeling he hadn't felt since the day of his Mothers death. He charged forward, guns blazing and engaged the beast in a fierce battle, eventually burring his pistol down its gullet and firing violently down its throat, killing it in the process. What happened next was an awkward silence as both Carson and Emilia stared at the pale fleshy corpse of the demon that had plagued Emilia for so long, with its stalking habits and watchful eye. Carson, realising the effect such a creatures existence would have on the public. Lit a single match and tossed it onto the creatures corpse, setting it alight so that it would burn to ashes. Without another word, Carson took the shaking still terrified Emilia's hand and they left the warehouse together.

The two went on to fall in love, eloping to a small forest cabin, living off the accumulated money from Carson's bounties and Emilia's business proceeds. Carson now aged twenty-nine and Emilia twenty-seven. They lived together for a while before Emilia was with child and gave birth to a beautiful little girl named Ariana. For the first time since he was with hi Mother, Carson was happy. But the tragedies he was to face had only just begun, he had been out one day, buying food and supplies for his family, when, as he walked through the forest path leading to his home, he heard the screams of his wife. He dropped his shopping and ran, he ran faster than he had ever run before... but once again, Carson was too late. What he found in his home that day was truly horrid, something I would not feel good to describe, an inhuman act, blood across the walls and Carson left to find the ruined corpses of his wife and child. The marks of creatures impossible for the common man to make. Carsons families death, was the work of demons.

He had fought a demon once before, the power and devastation they could inflict was not something someone forgot easily. Carson searched and searched for two full years for those who gave ruin to his rebuilt life. In that time in memory of his wife and child, he engraved his guns with the inscription they still have to this day. "Emilia & Ariana: Sharing your names, avenging your spirits." A message only seen in full when the guns are put side by side so as to realine the words. Despite Carson's resolve and unwavering loyalty to his family, a mere human could never find a specific group of demons alone. It was during this time he was approached by another demon, Mephiles. Mehpiles made Carson an offer he couldn't refuse, the demonic power needed to find and defeat his enemies, in exchange for the retrieval of said power and Carson's soul along with it at the time of Carson's death. Desperate to find and kill those who murdered his family, Carson agreed. The demon smiled and drove his fist into Carson's chest, leaving a gaping hole, Carson cursed loudly and fell to the ground writhing in pain, believing himself to be fooled by his need for revenge, Carson's eyes slowly closed as he felt the despair at never being able to avenge his family.

Carson's eyes opened, he lay in the same spot he had before, his wound totally healed and a single blade across his chest, it bore a skeletal hilt and dark steel blade, he felt a connection to it like nothing he had never felt before, as if the blade were a part of his very soul, which it now was technically speaking. With new demonic powers in hand and his lust for vengeance fueled by a demonic hatred he had never before felt he continued his search and found his victims. Demons, all of them, he drew his sword and cut through them like hot butter, his eyes clouded by a red fog of anger and hatred at those who destroyed his life. Who murdered his wife, his daughter! He sliced and thrust and killed, relishing in the combat and how easy it was to end their lives with his new found power... but then... they were all dead... and the haze of his vision lifted. Around him lay the countless corpses of a crowd of... people. Humans, in his eyes they had appeared as demons... but now, his anger sated and what he thought to be his opponents dead. He saw what he had done, what his demonic half had made him do.

This was its plan all along, Mephiles had been the one to murder his family, yet in his anger and lust for revenge Carson had stupidly sold his soul to the very creature that murdered his family and now... he had just murdered countless others using that demons power. He had become a monster, obsessed with revenge and pointless killing, he wasn't even human anymore... just a half human monster. He heard the demons laughter ring in his mind, he had been tricked, deceived, fooled into becoming something less than a man and killing countless innocent people. As he realised this he screamed in anguish, shouting his anger and hatred into the sky above him as the blood of those around him flowed. He felt the red haze slip back in, the horrid control of the demon who now owned him. His soul may be forfeit, but Carson would not be manipulated further, he would never allow such an act to be repeated. So, in a final act of spite and regret he drew Emilia from her holster and held the glowing white pistol to his head, even then not a single drop of blood had fallen upon it. He said a final good bye and apology to the family he could never avenge and the people he had been forced to kill and he swore... he swore that if another chance was ever given to him then it would be his sole purpose to find the demon Mephiles and wipe its disgusting form from the face of existence. Then, with a single tear running down his face and Emilia's tip held firmly against his head, Carson pulled the trigger and ended his own life before it could be manipulated further.

***


Almost instantly Carson felt his eyes open again. By some twist of fate his soul and its now demonic powers had been drawn into Gardenia and out of Mephiles' grasp. The cost of such an event however was that of his memory. He stood up and brushed himself off, feeling like there was something important that he was forgetting, he felt his pockets and found two pistols, he seemed relieved to find them there, though he didn't know why... Upon his back he found a sheated sword, he drew it and looked at it with confusion, it was made of black steel and the hilt resembled a skeletal figure. Looking at it he felt a strong connection yet an absurd amount of hatred at the same time, the only thing he truly knew was that this sword was demonic, that was it. Deciding to ignore it he sheathed the sword and upon his hand saw the crest of the knight emblazoned. As it fell into his vision he suddenly understood his purpose, what he was meant to do and how he was going to do it. For another person having this purpose was sure to be enough but he questioned it, why was he doing this? What had he been doing before this? Deciding he would have to find out along the way, he instinctively summoned his bike, Cerberus, and hopped on. Starting it up and zooming along the streets of Gardenia hoping to eventually receive his answers.

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♘ Carson Gawain Darnel ♘

Gardenia


"Rain... God damn it." Carson spoke with distaste as he spat a longer strand of dripping wet white hair out of his face. His hands were clasped around the gripped handles of Cerberus as he drove down the glistening streets of Gardenia with the extreme speed the bike provided. He wasn't sure if Gardenia had a speed limit, not that he really cared either way, after all the streets he drove down were practically empty meaning the majority of people were somewhere else or that the city of Gardenia didn't have many late night workers... "Whatever... less people means less normal folk getting in his way..." Carson grimaced at that sentence. He didn't know exactly why... but something at the back of his head told him that being normal was better than he was giving it credit for. He was a corrupted human... he had to wonder if he had always been that way. His memories had been taken from him so unless he found them he would never know. How depressing. Carson shook his head slightly. "Whatever I used to be isn't important right now, I've got to focus on the task at hand. Besides whatever the outcome I'm NOT normal now, that's for sure, I'm a corrupted human and... I guess a knight now too." Carson paused for a moment and turned his attention to the crest on his left hand. The symbol of a knight... the voice that had spoken to him, told him his new "purpose". Was this crest proof of its truth? He couldn't be sure, he couldn't really be sure about anything... with no memories and no real knowledge of why he was given the task he was given... how could he? This seemed sudden and distracting, he couldn't shake the burning feeling inside him that he had something so much more important to do... something he was obligated to do.

He sighed as he drove ever faster. Whatever he thought at that point, he realised, was unimportant. He remembered little of the events of his past sure... but if he knew anything about himself it was that he was good at getting things done, he had no real definite evidence to back that up, but he felt it, it was a piece of knowledge etched into his bones. He didn't need proof, he just knew. "C'mon Carson... this apparent "knightly" position is the only thing I've got right now. I say I do this now and when it's done I'll get my answers... sure it might be a long shot but it's the only shot I've got." Making that resolution, Carson revved his bike faster and sped down the road at an extraordinary rate. His soaking wet hair flying off his face and flowing freely in the wind as he did so. First things first, he had to figure out where he was going. A logical first stop would probably be his factions "castle" as it were. Seramel? Yes that was the name. How did he know his faction had a castle? There were two very large ones in the cities vicinity, so that was fairly obvious considering this games context. How did he know which one he belonged to? Well the castles were black and white respectively. The crest on his hand was white. Once again, it wasn't exactly rocket science to figure it out. He decided that going there would give him the time and safety needed to better think out further courses of action, he also made a fairly logical assumption that the majority of his team would most likely gravitate there aswell and meeting with others in the same situation would, at the very least, clear his head somewhat. Not to mention that it would probably be beneficial to get to know the people he would most likely be working with for the coming battles he would most definitely be facing. With those thoughts in mind Carson speeds towards the Seramel castle. His bike giving him the advantage of intense speed and mobility.

As he drives down the streets of Gardenia, Carson can't help but be taken aback by the cities glowing lights which gave the city a busy atmosphere despite the apparent emptiness of the night. The glowing rays of the lights seemed to reflect on the falling rain and deep puddles that covered the cityscape streets that night, giving a bright lighting all around to an otherwise cloudy and dark night. Carson winced slightly however at the sounds of thunder that blared every so often. Carson HATED thunder. For whatever reason he didn't know, but the sound just... irritated him. "F... Father Gregory?!" Hearing a mans desperate screams, almost by instinct Carson slammed down on the breaks. The white castle of Seramel awaited him he knew, but he wasn't the kind of person to ignore another mans troubles. The scream was fairly close by, so Carson turned his bike slightly and drove towards the sound.

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It didn't take long for Carson to arrive at the source. Two men, dressed in what appeared to be a fairly common place security outfit stood above a corpse dressed in a priests robe and collar. Carson, taking initiative as an instinct approached the calmer looking of the two and spoke. "What happened here?" He asked firmly, in the voice of a man who held some unfathomable authority, the man, while calmed than his friend appeared quite shaken up and answered without complaint. "It all... it all happened so fast... first we heard Jerry... oh God Jerry..." The man blubbered. "Calm down alright? Look I might be able to help but you'll need to explain properly, now, start to finish what happened here?" The man nodded in fear and distress and spoke again. "It... it was just supposed to be another night on the watch... we work at the warehouse right nearby, we was just minding our own business when we heard... Jerry, Oh God Jerry... we heard him screaming for a minute and then... nothing... so me and my pal Jon here, we went to check on him, as you do..." The man trailed off and Carson pressed him to continue. "Jerry was gone man... he, he looked like something had... sucked the life right out of him... like he was still there but... it was almost like he was... empty or hollow or something like that..." The man paused briefly. "So me and Jon... we ran outside only to hear the good father here screaming... but by the time we got here... well you can see that for yourself... I don't know man... I can't..." Carson tapped the distressing man on the shoulder and walked passed him. "No worries, you don't have to say anything more." Carson approached the priests dead body and knelt over it.

It was a pretty horrific sight, yet for some reason it felt... familiar to Carson. The man fit the description of the other twos friend, though he obviously not since he wore the outfit of a holy man. It was if he was... drained... he looked empty, hollow like the other two described. When Carson looked closer however he found the man was covered in long cuts, looking to be caused by ropes or maybe strings that were torn deep into his flesh. Upon further inspection it appeared that the body had been dragged as a trail of blood followed it from the door of the nearby church. Yet... now that he thought about it... no blood was leaking from the mans cuts... sure the cuts had blood around them... but no blood was actually leaking, there was no pool around the corpse when there most certainly should have been. As if hit by an epiphany Carson put the two simple clues of a hollow appearance and lack of blood together. This man had been drained and as he checked the neck, two small fang marks confirmed his theory. "A vampire..." He muttered. One of the other pieces presumably... it had to be, surely. Carson couldn't waste any more time. He rushed past the two men who, still in shock, barely recognised his leaving before hopping onto his bike and speeding off towards the castle once again.

"After seeing what was done to those two men?" Carson muttered to himself. "That vampire better beg that it's on my side."

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Danielle Rivers

Gardenia


A startling crack of thunder and bolt of light spread across the sky of Gardenia. Only one tedious sound could be heard after that crack of thunder; a bell tower sounding the hours of the day. Or was it night? Danielle was still, eyes closed, lying upon a wooden floor in a strangers house. The sound of the bell grew louder, clearer. Danielle was too still to be conscious, but she was becoming aware.

Vivid images filled her head of the moments before she had arrived in Gardenia.
“Darling, everything will be okay,” A sob coming from her left,” You’re strong, you’ll be fine,” another sob. “Please don’t leave me, baby girl,” a whisper engulfed by a cry. “She has been ill for sometime now. We all knew what was to be of her,” a formal voice announced. The crying became louder, more pronounced. “She can’t be, not yet,” Denial rang through the woman’s voice.

Nothing could be seen, everything was pitch black, but suddenly everything was clear. But the colours were dull, as if the contrast on a television was turned right down. A mother sat at a bed with her daughter lying terribly still in bed. Her mother had long, golden locks, cradling her head. Her eyes were a golden brown, hidden underneath long, lush eye lashes. She held the hand of the daughter tight to her chest, sobbing. A formal figure stood over the still daughter, wearing a formal dress coat and a book in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Ms Rivers,” His booming voice filled the room. “But I’m afraid your daughter has passed from an unknown illness to this world. It may be from her human world, but I would not know,” the man bowed his head and wrote a few slight notes in his book. The boy before the mother and doctor was fragile, delicate; too pale to touch and too shallow to look at. The face was caving in from lack of nutrients, her hair a dull yellow that would have been much like her mothers. Her eye lids covered the only life that would have protruded out of the lifeless body. The mother let out a final cry before pouring her body over her daughter, cradling the daughters head close to her own, whimpering “Come back,” and “Stay with me, baby girl” all over again.

The mother cried until early morning, never letting go of her daughter.

Danielle came back to reality after remembering the events, an aching forming in her back and her head. She frowned, a deep furrow disturbing the beautiful features of her face. Her eyes were still closed, her body was still motionless, almost tranquil. Another bell sounded in unison with another crack of thunder. She remembered the falling sensation, the rain droplets pounding on her face as she had fallen from the sky, through the roof of a two-story civilian home and onto the wooden floors of the second floor. Although, miraculously, she had survived, she didn’t survive unharmed. Danielle’s eyes fluttered open, revealing golden brown eyes to the Gardenia world. Her golden hair was splayed out around her, drenched from the rain that fell through the hole in the roof. Becoming uncomfortable, Danielle moved her limbs slowly, one by one before pushing her arms underneath herself to push her into a sitting position. Another crack of thunder rocked Danielle’s head, causing her headache to pound in her head. A small groan escaped of Danielle’s lips, the frown deepening in her forehead. In a sudden thought, a flash of knowledge entered Danielle’s mind, becoming her first and foremost priority.

Danielle glanced at her hand as if it was scripted in a movie and noted the white Rook symbol on her hand. She nodded, acknowledging slowing the unbelievable truth. Danielle Rivers was a white Rook, a loyal servant to the Seramel King in a game chess. However, this wasn’t any game of chess. Danielle knew that she was always protective, always caring more than she should for other people and protecting those she knew were important to her. Her soul chose a Rook because it was one of the most protective pieces of chess; and this game of chess was Soulchess. Danielle stopped frowning, her eyes widening in disbelief as she processed each new piece of knowledge.

Danielle listened quietly to the last of the sounding bells, and stood up to stretch her limbs. She now knew of her current position in this foreign land, and she now knew where she had to go. But what she didn’t know, was who she was protecting and who were on her side. Danielle closed her eyes and bowed her head, taking deep breathes to settle the current overwhelming situation. She never liked conflict. She would rather run away from it than stand up to it and protect someone. But what needs to be done, needs to be done.

Danielle raised her head and walked forward to the floor to ceiling opening of a window of the civilians, and gazed in amazement at how beautiful this new land looked. It was modernised, technologic-theme based, futuristic were some of the tags Danielle could put on Gardenia. It then took Danielle by surprise that she was in a strangers house; she had crash landed into a strangers house. Tearing her eyes away from the beauty before her, Danielle opened the large window and jumped down. It was only two-stories high; Danielle had jumped from higher places in her home land. Instinctively, she landed on her hands and feet and performed a barrel roll to her left before standing up. It was fairly dark in Gardenia, and she took this chance to study her current attire. A large, white dress flowing and stopping abruptly before her knees, her long golden hair flowing freely. It was an elegant design, something her mother would have proudly approved of. However, Danielles mouth turned down in distaste. With a sigh, she walked forwards, down into the middle of the street. She could see the bell tower from where she was standing; a towering monument. Danielle found herself dragging her feet towards the bell tower, as it seemed to be situated in the middle of Gardenia.

Danielle looked to be the only person awake, the streets dark and the houses darker still. Everybody would be asleep. It took Danielle a few moment’s to reach the end of the street she was walking through and came to a roundabout, and straight past the round about looked like the bell tower, perhaps in the plaza. Danielle kept her strides slow, taking in her new surroundings that were so detailed and structured so delicately. She soon came to the roundabout and heard a scream, a male scream. Danielle felt shivers down her spine, something cold crawling across her skin. She soon thought nothing of it as she spotted the bell tower. Across from the bell tower was a church, and a fallen man with two people towering over him. Danielle’s eyes widened and became shocked. She ran off the street, away from the roundabout and towards some bushes that she hid behind, searching for her new target that was away from the scream, the bell tower and towering men.

Danielle averted her eyes away from the situation presented before her and spotted two castles either side of Gardenia, the bell tower acting as a central point. One castle was white and grand, the other, black and just as grand as the other. Danielle turned her eyes towards the three men before her, another man joining them quietly (Carson). The one that had joined them seemed to be examining the body on the ground. Danielle was too far away to hear any conversation. She quietly and quickly moved away from her hidden spot, feeling a magnetic pull of the white castle which she knew was Seramel. Frowning, Danielle followed the magnetic pull towards the Seramel castle against her will.
(Leaves to Seramel Castle)

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1:10 A.M.

Heavy Rain


♘ Carson Gawain Darnel ♘

Gardenia


Carson drove at maximum velocity, his detour to stop and help the men like he had costing him more time than he would of liked. He had planned to and begun to scope out the city, deciding that was the more logical course of action before heading to the castle. Yet with every passing moment he felt something within him draw him there, as if every few moments an extra unit of pressure was put upon him to make his way there until the feelings of interest and longing he had for the grand white halls of Seramel had increased to thrice their original totals. This power proving too much to put up with aswell as simply interesting Carson as to why he felt his longing so strongly as he did led the knight to leave his exploration for later and hurry to the castle at an accelerated pace, sure enough but a few moments later the glistening white gates of Seramel were within his reach.

(Exits to and arrives at Seramel castle)

1:15 A.M.

Seramel Castle


Carson stopped for a moment outside the glistening white gates of the castle that lay before him, before dismounting Cerberus and raising his hand causing the bike to dissipate away into his crest for later use. He walked through the gates with skepticism and interest his black and leather outfit, being as totally waterproof as it was, seemed to shake off a miniature puddle with every step he took. He didn't even notice a small maid mopping up the already wet floor stare in his general direction with a shocked and jaw dropped expression. Carson looked behind him and noticed the long trail of water left behind him, shrugging slightly he violently shook himself like a dog, splattering the water off of himself and leaving himself relatively dry. The made squeeled slightly and he finally looked in her direction, an expression of rage and shock painted on her delicate features. Carson frowing slightly looked around the now sopping wet room and frowned. "Ehm... sorry, hey I'll try to get you a raise if you like!... if you guys get paid that is" With the awkward sentence finished Carson quickly walked forward, hearing the maid mutter something about "twice in one day" as he did so.

Carson stopped himself before progressing into the next room. He sensed... something. Was this? The presence of the other pieces? No he felt that for certain also, it was obvious to him that there were three others inside. No... this was his corrupted blood, it was common knowledge that demons had the natural ability to sense others of their kin and to a lesser extent so could Carson, however it was much more limited, for one he had to be very close and second he couldn't really tell the difference between demons, monster or even... *Vampires.* Carson though, caution covering him as he remembered the dead holy man from before... Could this have been the same beast that had so inhumanly slaughtered that man? If so... Carson grimaced at the thoughts entering his head, that he would have no choice but to work with such a... monster. He was no better really, his blackened blood told him as much, but nobody ever said Carson didn't think of himself as a monster also.

Deciding that they had probably already felt his presence, Carson felt his breath grow short, allowing his concentration to reach its extremes. Before his body began to melt and merge with the raw shadows around him, (Shadow step) using this power and by sticking to the edges of the room he moved underneath the door that stood in front of him, seeing the three who stood before him. A white haired woman whose face showed a bright and pale beauty, contrasted by controlling eyes bathed in their own red colour. This woman's presence... she seemed to demand his obedience by her mere being, she was most certainly the vampire and more importantly, the queen. (Draculina) There were two others there aswell, they were of a different breed for certain and seemed to be all too willing to offer their obedience to the creature that stood before them. Both seemed to hold a strange presence. Neither of them were human, he discerned, yet the presence they shared was oh so similar... in truth... Carson really had no idea what they were. (Danielle and Dona). Carson stopped in a dark corner and reformed his body, watching and listening for a moment to catch the end of an apparent introduction.

"I believe I am a Rook, to serve and protect the King," the girl stood up to straighten herself. "As well as the Queen."

Carson burst out laughing, his sudden masculine voice piercing the room. "Oh how formal you are! Such an obedient little servant from the get go eh? Already seeing a destiny where you have no purpose but to protect..." He sighed loudly and walked out of the shadows, revealing his form and holding up the back of his left hand, the crest of a white night shining proudly upon it and serving as a sign that Carson was not an enemy... *Yet.* He thought, glancing briefly at the vampire. "It honestly shocks me how calm you seem to be about the situation, kudos to you..." Carson murmured with a sarcastic smirk. "Now then what do we have here eh?" He glanced at each of them in turn, stopping his gaze and sharpening it into a glare as it reached the white haired vampire. "So we have a rook, a bishop and... a vampiric queen?" He sounded out the two words with severe skepticism.

"Well then I suppose this is the part where I rescue some damsel in distress or something right? No? Of course not. Either way, names Carson and I guess I'm the lovely little knight of Seramel." He spoke with heavy sarcasm, making sure to keep his eyes on the vampire he now worked with. "Oh sorry, where are my manners? Chivalry and all that eh? I AM a knight after all. So then, might I ask who you people are? Apart from your piece titles, of course."

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Seramel Castle


Draculina's head slightly turned to the voice of the woman with blonde hair (Dona). Her eyes examined her closely before locking onto the crest for a split moment. She had no problem with the humor in her tone and was rather calm to hear her out upon the question that followed.

It's safe to assume that we are allies, at the very least?" The creature asked Draculina with her hand out. Only in response silently Draculina stretched out her arm with the back of her hand showing. She had nothing to hide while being in Seramel although it was a weary situation with everyone being unfamiliar and Draculina thought it wasn't ready to trust anyone yet she didn't say anything. But a moment after her red eyes met with Dona's before speaking.

“That is right, but before we continue, I feel we're about to be approached by two others...” She said with her eyes beginning to glow as she looked behind her towards the door. It was only for a split second when suddenly came but another girl. She seemed frightened in her Draculina's eyes and personally it made her smile.

"It is I, you are looking for, ma'am?" the girl spoke quietly before continuing with respect and formality. Draculina observed as the girl bowed low speaking among her as if directly.

"I believe I am a Rook, to serve and protect the King," A pause occurred when she rose up. The vampire split second until the girl continued “As well as our queen”.

Draculina folded her arms upon and turned her head towards the shadows with a her glowing red eyes as a laugh came from the direction. Her eyes winked only showing one eye at the time as it then began to speak. Her smirk began to appear for before she did not remember the presence she felt but it was more clear now. The same she felt right after she murdered the two men.

"Oh how formal you are! Such an obedient little servant from the get go eh? Already seeing a destiny where you have no purpose but to protect..." The shadowed figure spoke rather loud with a sigh at the end, finally revealing himself as he stepped out of the shadows. A white haired man in leather. He was quite handsome in the vampire's eyes yet she remained quiet to hear what he had to say, especially once his glance turned towards her. Her eyes once again glowed with a wicked smile. Perhaps a small tease yet it was only for a moment before they went normal again.

"It honestly shocks me how calm you seem to be about the situation, kudos to you..."

With those words Draculina folded her arms with a grin. He was quite a interesting person to come in like this but she should've figured someone would have the personality. Her eyes looked upon the others as the man continued again “Now what do we have here eh? So we have a rook a bishop and … a vampiric queen”. In her mind she could tell he and her may have their disagreements but little did she care of that for now. Draculina could tell she and him would have to talk later but figured she would let introductions be said first.

"Well then I suppose this is the part where I rescue some damsel in distress or something right? No? Of course not. Either way, names Carson and I guess I'm the lovely little knight of Seramel....” A pause occurred. “Oh sorry, where are my manners? Chivalry and all that eh? I AM a knight after all. So then, might I ask who you people are? Apart from your piece titles, of course."

After the man spoke she some of the blood in the glass before sighing with a dark giggle. Her arms folded once again before looking towards Carson. She grinned before looking at the other two.

“I am Draculina Alza Valentine, the queen of this game. It is nice to meet you and I'm sure we 'All' made it here safely” she said looking towards the man. “my awakening was not easy and but... I can say it was enjoyable, I did get quite a fine laugh yet in the end... I heard only but two screams... As you might have guessed I am a vampire. I did what I had to...” She said before crushing the glass in her handing leaving remaining blood as a dripping mess. It ran down her hand onto the tips of her fingers only to be licked yet of course some dripped to the ground.

“The blood they serve here is not near as powerful or fulfilling as what I tasted... but that aside you can rest assure I wont drink or suck your blood unless you allow me too... I do have my fits but I'm sure my chamber is ready for that and I will be locked away until satisfied” Draculina spoke in dark yet serious tone. She had nothing to hide and although she didn't want her allies to be afraid, she didn't want them to be in the dark either.

“This game... this ideal – It's strange and personally... I rather not be here. Fighting for something I am not apart of. I do question it, I have no memories yet flashes occur in my mind. I assure you three this I will do my best of what I can do but do not think I will follow a noble judgement. Your actions are your own as our mine, I may give request and orders but due to our...” she paused for a moment looking at Carson and then Danielle. “No some of our trust issues – I don't expect it immediately”. Draculina looked at the group for a response. As she felt yet another pressence appear. She didn't catch a glimpse of his hand or crest but noticed his attire... casual to Gardenia at least... The man passed them without a word. Draculina smirked watching him closely as he passed them into the next hall. Most likely escalating upon the castle. The vampiric vixen decided since he didn't engage, he could be saved for later.

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SERAMEL CASTLE


She closed her eyes as she felt the faintest tug of a fourth presence (Carson) rapidly approaching them. However, she opened her eyes again as Danielle spoke, introducing herself formally to their "queen." Dona had yet to decide if she would swear her obedience to her, too used to her free-spirit ways. She was far from a follower, but by no means was she a leader herself. She didn't understand why it was so important to kneel or bow in front of authority and did not do it. After all, the xana had yet to accept Draculina as her master. Yes, she would follow orders and such, but only if she found that it would benefit her. Otherwise, there was no promise of her cooperation. That was simply the way she worked.

Carson would've gone unnoticed if he hadn't let out that laugh obnoxious enough to irritate the nymph. A pale hand instinctively raised to her ear despite the bow it held, trying to block it out. His grating voice continued to speak loudly as he stepped from the shadows. Aye, he was a formidable figure, but all Dona could think about was how lovely it would be if he would just shut up. Even if their vampiric queen, as he so eloquently put it, didn't quite treat them as her equals, she was at least polite about it. This man was simply rude and demeaning. Somehow, even with her lack of pupils, she managed to give him a piercing glare before blinking it away.

"Lovely is far from appropriate for you, but whatever pleases you, I presume." The comment was said without infliction or offense. Tilting her head to the left, Dona shifted her attention to the white-haired lady.

She'd heard of vampires; her mother had said that they held little interest in the xana considering when they bled, it was water. And what they needed was blood. The nymph could rest easy knowing the vampire wasn't going to drink her "blood" sometime soon. When Draculina revealed her name and her thoughts, she was pleased to note she did not expect absolute obedience. However, Dona wasn't planning at all to give her an absolute. Maybe sometimes, if it proved advantageous.

She felt him (Matthius) then, but unlike Danielle and Carson, this piece chose to ignore them. From that alone, she was rather certain of who he was already.

"I'm simply Dona." The name of her river was irrelevant, as no one ever called her by that name. Her usual smile was fixed on her face, even as her disconcerting gaze studied everyone in the room. However, it suddenly took on a cheerful tone as her next words came out. "I'm curious about our king, so if you'll excuse me." Without waiting for a dismissal, she left the room and went after the king. The other had proven to be interesting, but the blonde was fixated on their leader. He would no doubt have higher authority than their queen, but the question was, was he the kind to be able to wield it properly? After all, a king is merely a figurehead if he has no sense of leadership within him. She let her feet lead the way, her body being instinctively lead by the new ability granted to her by the game. It felt like they all had that particular ability, which could be both convenient and troublesome, depending on the situation.

SERAMEL CASTLE (THRONE ROOM)


Finally, she arrived at the throne room. The man she'd been following looked comfortable in his seat, though she could not exactly see his face behind the mask. It was in his posture; he felt he deserved to be there, and took his reward with confidence. A slight frown marred her brow; would this man be another Carson? Hopefully he wasn't.

She took the seat nearest to him, not the one beside, but one of the others just a little ways off. No doubt that was for the queen, and while she'd like to try sitting there one of these days, it was best if she played it safe for now. Until she got a better gauge of everyone's personalities. Putting her bow on her lap, Dona spent a few minutes merely studying him, comfortable with the strained silence. She did this with anyone she met, and such quiet observance had become part of her routine so awkwardness was beyond her.

Finally, she stuck her hand underneath her chin and spoke. "So then, king, how should we refer to you as?" Unlike Danielle from earlier, her words held no stiffness or formality; it was simply the way she spoke and addressed to others. Her tone was very matter-of-fact and betrayed none of her real emotions. "I don't quite understand why you chose to ignore us in the room, but it matters little now. Would you mind showing me your crest to prove your authority?" The faintest hint of a challenge laced her voice and smile, but Dona didn't think it was all that disrespectful. It was curiosity and a need to validate who was going to lead her in this game. It was a fair reason, wasn't it?

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♘ Carson Gawain Darnel ♘

Seramel Castle


Carson watched the vampire, his eyes flaring in disgust at her blatant disregard for the lives she had taken. It sickened him, how a creature could be so desperate for what they need they would take it all in a single bite, even if a life was lost in the process. “I am Draculina Alza Valentine, the queen of this game. It is nice to meet you and I'm sure we 'All' made it here safely” she had said looking towards Carson specifically as she did so. “My awakening was not easy and but... I can say it was enjoyable, I did get quite a fine laugh yet in the end... I heard only but two screams... As you might have guessed I am a vampire. I did what I had to...” Carson took a step forward. "Did what you had to?! I'm not a fool monster, you could have taken half the blood of four men rather than draining all the life from two." Carson growled. "That's a kids maths problem if anything, meaning I'm more than able to figure it, just don't go expecting any algebra out of me..." Even in his angry state he slipped in a quick, if terrible, one liner.

Suddenly the vampire crushed the glass in her hand. The thick red liquid withing dripping onto the floor as Draculina licked the remnants of it from her fingertips sickeningly. Carson felt both the compulsion to vomit and the need to run the vampiric queen through with his blade all at the same time. Draculina spoke, “The blood they serve here is not near as powerful or fulfilling as what I tasted... but that aside you can rest assure I wont drink or suck your blood unless you allow me too... I do have my fits but I'm sure my chamber is ready for that and I will be locked away until satisfied” Carson grimaced slightly, the dark and corrupt energy in his own blood would surely act as something to give Draculina some extreme sort of short lived power... he would have to keep an extra watchful eye on her, regardless of her promises. Carson noticed another enter, completely ignoring him and the others as he trudged inside, the man bore a powerful presence and Carson could only see him filling the role of king. However his anger at that point was near boiling point and he didn't make any attempt at introductions.

Carson instead glared menacingly at Draculina, disgusted at the fact that he would even have to consider working with what he viewed as nothing more than a violent and cruel animal deserving naught but slaughter. "It was you who killed them wasn't it? I saw your mess, that WAS you. I'm almost certain." Carson paused. "Two men without a friend and a man of faith dead upon the ground, I ain't no holy man, but what you did to him... no man deserves to die in such agony..." He snarled, his hands getting fidgety around the holsters of his twin pistols, Emilia and Ariana, as their inscription named them. "Bullying and killing those with less power than you... yet feeling no regret. I knew your kind were beasts but I didn't think you were devoid of compassion entirely..." Carson began to force calm into himself, realising that such an intense argument so early on would spell nothing but bad news. As a final sign of disrespect to the queen, Carson spit at his feet in her general direction. "I don't need this right now, just make sure you don't get involved in my agenda Queeney, I'd hate for some of my bullets to accidentally lodge in your spine."

One of the blonde haired girls spoke then. "Lovely is far from appropriate for you, but whatever pleases you, I presume." She said, her voice clear of offense, yet the comments offensive nature rang clear. "Trust me Blondie, it isn't." He noticed the lack of pupils in her eyes then and rose a skeptical eyebrow. Was Carson seriously the only thing there close to human? "I'm simply Dona." The girl spoke. "Guess I should count myself lucky I at least remembered my full name..." Carson muttered, half mockingly, half serious. "I'm curious about our king, so if you'll excuse me." With that the girl left without another word, not asking for permission or anything stupid like that and acting on her own accord. "Oh look, Blondies got a spine." Carson spoke at a normal level and his voice rang with a disturbingly casual and slightly surprised tone. He thought about what she was actually doing then... the king... Carson had to wonder if he was some sort of inhuman too, or if he still remained some shattered fragments of humanity as Carson did. "Well then Queeney!" Carson said with a slight bow and sarcastic respect. "I do believe it is time the king met his knight, after all I am supposed to be one of his most trusted and highly regarded subjects, if medieval lore dictates anything to me. Granted I am basing it off the story of King Arthur, but there you go... I guess it's best NOT to expect a round table eh?" He joked, to be honest wether it was his worst enemy or best friend Carson always enjoyed a good one liner... however he usually couldn't make "good" ones. With those words he nodded to Draculina and the other girl... he hadn't gotten her brain. "Queeney, Blondie number two, I expect to see you in a few moments, probably best to not keep our oh so glorious leader waiting." And so Carson left for the throne room.

Seramel Castle

Throne room


Carson arrived just in time to hear Dona ask the king for his sign of approval. The man sat on his throne looking like it was his birthday and that royalty was the just the present he had had been asking for and, spoilt child that he was, the present he was entitled to. Carson looked at the man and flashed the knight symbol on the back of his hand. "Blondies got a point buddy, I got my Gawain right here, now hows about we see your Arthur, yeah?" The reference to King Arthurs tale was pointless at best, but since the topic was fresh in his mind, Carson thought it an appropriate metaphor.

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Seramel Castle

Draculina listened to the man give his justice speech. It was obvious she had boiled his blood acting mighty and believing he could stop her. She could only chuckle during the speech with her red as glowing with delight and with memory of the men screaming she grinned. She watched as the white haired man spat in front of her only flick some blood onto his shoes from her fingertips. Mentally wanting to say “Imagine it's the blood of those two...” but kept silent. Suddenly, Dona introduced herself revealing her name only to shortly after excuse herself to reveal herself to the king. The vampiric woman personally was interested by this to automatically assume he was king but had no interest in the matter. Carson, and the creature near her spoke in near disrespect or dislike and trust to each other.

“I do believe it is time the king met his knight, after all I am supposed to be one of his most trusted and highly regarded subjects, if medieval lore dictates anything to me. Granted I am basing it off the story of King Arthur, but there you go... I guess it's best NOT to expect a round table eh?”

Draculina blinked then smirked not knowing who or what he spoke of. She could only guess it was of his lore of his world. She could only give a soft whisper with her eyes returning normal towards him.

“I don't know what you mean but I do wonder... if they were tasty....” she gave a light giggle before smiling with a wave. She then thought to herself walking before deciding her next destination. They were missing two others It didn't interest her to take her seat in the throne room for the time being so she walked passed it going towards her chamber upon the staircase. She walked up gracefully up the steps to the third floor before coming across two doorways. She could only guess the one with a queen's crest was hers. It was a black door... yet a white crest. She walked up to it and lifted her hand towards it feeling the material... wood. Yet something felt strange.... as she touched the door it made a small red shockwave around her hand nothing extremely big or to be her but it rang slightly. Her eyes narrowed before touching the nob. She then opened up to a dark room blacked with white sheets. Her eyes scoped the room from the outside before revealing chains against the wall. Her eyes widened when she saw this.

Draculina stepped into the room and walked towards the chains but she could already feel the magic as she got closer... these would hold her until satisfied unless even at her most powerful state she'd be beserk which may call for even further action. Draculina then looked out the window It felt like the whole room began to develop the same magical prism just in case but only when she craved and was uncontrollable. Draculina smiled looking out her window. She didn't expect to be summoned and nor did she care at this point. If someone needed her then they can come to her.

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Mathius
Seramel Castle


Out of the pawns that stood in file along the white, carpet path, there were two who arrived and stood out like sore thumbs. They were dressed differently and carried themselves freely unlike the mechanical demeanor of the pawns. The pawns had acknowledged him as though programmed to, knowing that it was their king that had entered the grand hall. The visitors, however, expressed more personality, and it was in their personalities that the king suspected disrespect. So they would question his status as king? And if he showed them his brand, what would it matter if they offered him no respect?

"You will address me as Ro," the king answered the nymph. "As Ro, I am your king. If seeing is your believing, then you will see."

Mathius was straight to the point. He didn't care if his pieces didn't respect him for they would soon learn of his importance. As they tested his identity as king, he tested their loyalty. Rising from his throne, the hollow eyes of his mask lowered upon Carson as the king silently examined his crest.

"You are a champion," he observed. He continued to regard the warrior in brief silence before he turned his attention to the girl who had first spoke her uncertainty. He said, "I have a task for you. Find me diamonds, jewels, or metal of the purest form: copper, silver, gold, platinum...they can be mere objects or weapons; the rarest the best. You will then bring me a book with no print. Destroy any who dare hinder you, but your priority is the delivery."

He then glanced to Carson and said, "You will accompany her and ensure that the task is completed. My command to you is the same. Destroy any hindrance and report back to me."

The orders were out without an introduction or any attempt to get to know his pieces. They were soldiers and he was their leader. They didn't need to know anything else but that. He sank onto his throne as he flipped through his thoughts. It felt like there were gaping holes in his body and mind, and he couldn't recall what had filled them. He deduced that he was missing a weapon, and if the game was to grow in difficulty, he needed the objects that made him a sorcerer.

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Seramel Castle Throne Room


"Ro?" Carson asked, a slight smirk coming to his face. "That sounds ridiculous! Is it a name? Short for something? It's not Rosanna is it? A king named Rosanna would be absolutely amazing, the other team might laugh themselves to death!" Carson had to hold his stomach to stop from laughing too loud. "Pffft.... haha! Ro! What kind of title or name is that and I thought the middle name "Gawain" was ironic!" A forgotten memory of one "Rosanna" at some point in his life was probably the reason why Carson found his new kings title to be so very amusing when even he didn't think that simply pointing it out was a very good joke. As such Carson continued to hold in his laughter, with a slight look of confusion because, in retrospect, he had no idea why he was laughing. Upon calming down Carson stood up straight and wiped a few small tears from his eyes. "Oh... Sorry, my bad, don't know what that was all about myself... either way, lovely to meet you Rosanna." Carson said with a satisfied sigh.

"You are a champion," The kings voice spoke from behind the hollow eyed mask he bore. Carson grinned earnestly. "Nice! Finnaly somebody else gets it... well I say finally... when in reality I've only really been here an hour or two... eh, never mind. Thanks for the compliment mate, you look pretty imposing yourself!" Carson replied with a pleased thumbs up. The king spoke again then, this time directing his voice towards Dona, or as Carson knew her, "Blondie". "I have a task for you. Find me diamonds, jewels, or metal of the purest form: copper, silver, gold, platinum...they can be mere objects or weapons; the rarest the best. You will then bring me a book with no print. Destroy any who dare hinder you, but your priority is the delivery." Carson sneered. "Ha, good luck Blondie, have fun on your little shopping tri..." "You will accompany her and ensure that the task is completed. My command to you is the same. Destroy any hindrance and report back to me." The king, or "Ro" as he seemed to prefer being called, addressed Carson this time and cut off his train of speech. "Crap." Carson muttered before shrugging his shoulders with a sigh. "Alrighty Rosanna, we'll get right on it." He turned to Dona. "C'mon Blondie, time to move out. We'll take my bike, for speed just make sure you don't fall off or some crap because I'm NOT going back to get you if you do." With those words Carson left the throne room and began traversing the hallways, expecting Dona to be close behind him.

As he walked back the way he had come he passed the bedrooms just in time to see Draculina enter her chambers, he scowled at the sight of her and rapped loudly on her door as he passed. "Now listen here Queeney, me and Blondie are going out to fill out Rosann... The Kings, shopping list, best you don't kill anything while I'm gone, or I'll rip out your fangs Ok? Ok." He shouted in to her as he passed, never passing up the chance to put in a joke, however the serious tone in his voice was near worrying.

Seramel Castle Gates


Carson held his hand aloft and grasped it tightly, the knights insignia glowing brightly as Cerberus formed on the road before him. The three headlights blazing to life and the engine giving a satisfied purr as if the bike itself was alive and reacting to his presence. He smirked lightly at that, patting the handlebars as he mounted the bike and revved the engines. "Alright girl, we've got some errands to fill out, hope you've got room for two." He talked to the bike as if it were his only friend in the world, which, depressingly enough, it was. Not noticing if she was there or not, Carson called over his shoulder.

"Hurry up and get on Blondie! Don't think I'm just going to sit here and wait for ya!" Truth be told Carson didn't care if she joined him or not, if she got on the bike, so be it, if not then he had no qualms with someone else accompanying him or simply going alone. All that he WAS certain about was that he wasn't in the mood for waiting.

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Somewhere on the streets of Gardenia; Near Seramel castle.


Carson sped along sitting confidently upon the seat of Cerberus. He drove quicker and quicker down the narrow winding streets, his knightly instincts allowing him to maneuver the bikes around tight corners and impossible curves with speed nigh impossible for any other rider. He was able to move through alleyways and side passages with speeds that even the most experienced rider wouldn't attempt on the widest of motorways. He turned into one such alleyway and saw nothing in front of him but a solid brick wall, still with almost unnerving confidence he drove forward at an increased speed. As he reached a point roughly five meters from the wall he quickly pulled upwards and focused his energy. In an instant large threading spikes protruded from Cerberus' still spinning wheels as the bike pulled into a wheelie and collided with the wall and, as if magically keeping its momentum, began to scale the building, the spikes digging into the wall and providing a grip.

Soon the thrice lighted bike soared off the wall in a skywards direction, a quick flick forward and it landed atop the roof of the building, driving forwards and using the spikes to stay stable on the rain slicked surface which naturally had much more traction than the roads. Driving forward in this fashion, as he reached a roof edge, Carson would quickly hide and redeploy the spikes giving him the ability to fly off launch forward in the brief moment he did so. With this technique Carson drove from buildingtop to buildingtop, quickly making his way around the city as his white hair lashed out behind him and a satisfied grin spread across his face.

As he reached a smaller rooftop he stopped his ride short and thought for a moment. "What was I looking for again? I'm certain Rosanna sent me out with a shopping list..." He tapped his chin for a moment. "Ahh yes, precious minerals and... a blank book? Strange tastes in jewelry but who am I to judge?" He revved Cerberus up and charged forward. "Now then... where am I going to find that stuff... I suppose I should start with the book since it'd be easier I mean surely this cities got a library, right?" He drove onwards and launched off another rooftop, landing this time onto an empty road, he kept the spikes retracted as he exited onto a more populated road.

Gardenian National Library


It was surprisingly easy for Carson to locate the library he stood as it was quite large, being quite the smooth talked when he wanted to be he had no trouble getting directions to the nearest one, which, by coincidence, happened to be the largest one in the city. Carson, standing in slight awe at the marble building stepped up the wide staircase and opened the brown mahogany doors wide. The building was equally impressive inside as out. It housed thousand of books upon thousands of shelves and within that writhing mess of written collections he would need a single script bare of all words. He let out a heavy sigh and walked towards the librarians desk. He grimaced slightly as he arrived however as she looked up at him he put on the nicest smile he could manage in the circumstances. She was absolutely hideous. Her nose was long, hooked and crooked, her eyes old, weary and a shade of puke green that would make children cry, but her teeth... oh her teeth... they were so crooked yellow and rotten in places that Carson was having a hard time considering who he would have bite him first, the librarian or Draculina... and to his disgust he found himself leaning towards the latter.

"May I help you... handsome?" She spoke with the voice of a dying crow and gave him a wink that looked like a trash compactor opening and closing, acting just as ugly and mechanical. "E...ehm yeah... I need a book..." Before he could finish his sentence the wretched woman let out a horrible cockle and snort. "Well of coouurse you do my dear... you're in a library!" Carson, not finding it funny and becoming more uncomfortable by the second, got right to the point. "Look I need a special kind of book, one that's completely blank, no words on any of the pages... think you could do that for me?" He asked, trying his best to sound civil. "Oh for yooouu? Anything for a handsome man like yourself! Give me a moment to retrieve it for you." With that she rushed from her desk with unprecedented enthusiasm... leaving Carson standing awkwardly in front of the desks, trying his best to hold in a combination of hysterical laughter and projectile vomit. "Rosanna better REALLY need this book." He muttered.