Torure's Soul and own's demise... failing love and purtrid's wise.
Contrition not and fear unpained, the rise of hell and undetained.
Reverse our curse and vanquish our termoil... let demons screech in horrid foil.

For what the whisper, screams the mist.  Envy roams and darkened kiss.
Survival unpromised, pain agreed.  The warning tis not...yours to heed.
Mystery release our chains and binds; for who could wish tales unwind.

The laugh of death rings the fate.  A face of stone. A heart of slate.
Plead the will, tears and all.  Without a doubt. You will fall.

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The echo of their feet in harmony echoed about the canyon in which each side stood.  They measured by the thousands...  the metal of their boots dug into the bare earth as what left of the foliage hung on the rock's face some miles away.  Their fingers interlocking around weapons of hardened metal, their faces shielded in armor of thick steel... dyed a deep black.

And then.  They stood to meet the army of darkened force.  They wore no armor.  They carried no weapon.  They measured by hundreds. Not thousands.  They eyes transfixed on the approaching threat.  One..a boy named Criste, clenched his fists so the whites of his knuckles showed, the earth cracking about the bluff, a girl named Mable silenced him with a dark glare.  He watched the approaching black ones withdraw their swords, and quicken their pace.  With a deep breath the one named Mable turned upon her followers.  "Rein qu Tuez Mei Onz." and their faces lowered.  Her eyes closed.  The sound of the metal approaching fast.  In a split second, her eyes darted open and she shot across the landscape in an unimaginable gait.  Her human arms and legs elongated into powerful limbs.  Her human flesh exploded into a deep sea of white.  Her eyes glowed a deep red.  A tail inched from behind.  The pattern of her own paws beating across the earth pushed her foward...as did the heart beats of her agile warriors.  She felt their fear. Their anxiousness. Their anger.  Not one hesitated.  Soon the sound of others like herself came from behind. 

Their lips twisted into sickly smiles.  Swords raised, they charged.

 In a matter of seconds that seemed like years.  The two sides met.  And she lunged foward, her jaws encased aroudn the neck of her enemy, she tasted the rust as it soaked her toungue.  The scent of death overpowering.  The feel of bone fragments dig into her maw as she stripped her foe's flesh.  Snarls of those around her rang.  The gem that was positioned on her forhead glowed a deep read as the foliage around her erupted into flames.  embers engulfing the battleground in a field of smoke.

One of them smiled...twisting his fingers and moving the flames through the air, manipulating it into various directions.  Striking a large gray canine with his frenzy.  He heard the animal shriek in pain before falling to the ground. Lifeless.

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It ended as it had began.  The largest battle.  The battle that nearly demolished the race of Myst.  Where the Zine still stood strong. 

Criste's eyes twitched as they flew open.  His body stung.  His tawny pelt dyed a deep maroon.  It hurt to breath.  His limbs were failing.  His vision blurred.  He forced himself to his feet...collapsing back to the ground as a large metal spear chained his flesh to the earth.  He whined softly...his acute ears twitching slightly as he wrapped his fangs about the spear and yanked upward... his eyes clenched as he toar the blade from his foreleg.  His gaze manueverd about the field in which the bloodshed took place.  He swallowed; and his fur receded.  As did his powerful limbs and muzzle.  In its place stood a boy of a moderate hieght; with deep brown hair near grey as soot clung.  His chest was bare and his jeans had holes.  A ghastly smog of soot hung in the air.  The evening moon shielded by smoke.  Large puddles ran red as unmoving forms sank to the depths.  The earth was cracked and stones were moved.  He saw the unmoving bodies of both Myst and Zine.  Survivors seemed to be unexistant.  He tried to move, falling to his stomach...he dragged himself foward.  Pulling upward as he heard the coughs of an ally... he ran to her side...pulling her up.  "Caroline. Its Criste.' he cooed in her ear, pulling the black haired girl a few paces...to an empty space.  Decay swarming around the pair.  Her eyes met his and she felt fear cringing in her heart.  "Where i-is everyone?" she choked.  Blood dripping from her nose and the edge of her lip.  Criste looked around.  "dead." was all he could say...and it was hard for him to do so.  Tears encased her eyes...and she looked around...spotting her.  "M-Mable" she coked...liquid pouring from her eyes.  Criste felt as though his breath had stopped.  He helped Caroline walk.  Although he himself was limping.  "Mable." he breathed, agony and fear clinging to each word.  Caroline choked..."NO. NO NO!" she screamed... falling to her knees... and shoving the Zine soldier off the broken body of her darling sister.  She shook the girl, her ivory skin still seeming to glisten despite the blood and deformed skin where bone was shattered.  Her white hair hung in straight strands and her eyes were closed.  Caroline dug her face into Criste's soldier...and he held her.  
Suddenly, Mable opened her eyes.  "Criste. Caroline." she breathed in a voice that was almost a whisper.  The pair leaned foward, Caroline gripping her hand.  "We can save you." Caroline breathed..."Please.  Don't leave me." she pleaded... Mable put up a hand.  "Rein qu Tuez Mei Onz. I will not return with you this night." she squeezed her baby sister's hand with the last bit of strength she had before going to Criste.

"Our race is near destroyed.  We dwindle more then ever.  As they stand strong.  Keep Caroline safe.  Return to the base.  Find Silvie.  And tell her...it is time."

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In the world: there are two realms.  The Kyea Realm(or human realm...where we are now) and the Tya Realm(a realm where magic takes place.  where the war occurs.).  Each realm is linked and can be accessed in certain parts of the world.

Well as you can tell.  This is basically a war rp.  Their were two groups introduced.  The Zine. And the Myst.

Myst:  An ancient group of species.  They are humans who can shapeshift into a wolf.  However they are NOT werewolves.  They can control their shifting, although it can be difficult to master.  Mysts can also control ONE element.  And the "jem" that was mentioned on Mable's head signifyes that element as well as power level.  Each myst has one of these jems.
For example: Mable was a white wolf who could control fire.  Her jem was red.  The power level was not mentioned; but seeing as she led the army it was quite high. The darker the jem's color the stronger one is.

However, there are some mysts who can control all of the elements.  These are RARE and there are usually only ONE if not TWO alive at a time.

Mysts can use elemental abilities in both wolf and human forms.  However if one is not aware of an ability...it cannot be used.

The council is a group of 5 or 6 of the most powerful mysts.  It is these who are often making the decisions

Zine:  A fearsome group of warriors.  They are like humans who shroud themselves in all black.  Their goal is to conquer not only the Tya realm, but the Kyea realm as well.

The race that stands in their way: Mysts.  So they are trying to destroy them all.

Zines can also control an element, however cannot shapeshift

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Now is where you come in.

The myst's number is currently dangerously low.  and as mable said..."find silvie. and tell her it is time"

Silvie is actually a girl at a human high school.  No one is aware of her abilities.  She is just a girl who has human friends... plays sports, and does her schoolwork.  A basic high school girl.  However her hidden life is that she is a myst, not only that but she is a council member.  One who controls all elements.

Time for what you might ask.  Actually, some students at Silvie's high school are indeed mysts...they are just unaware of the fact.  So later in the rp, silvie must reveal to them their abilities and ask them to fight by her side.

PROBLEM!  The Zine know that there are unexperienced mysts at the high school.  So soon, they will attack the school, looking for the mysts.  It is then Silvie attacks...and must train her once clas.smates into fierce warriors.  They will experience pain, power, and at most...FEAR.

You MUST play a charracter at the high school who is unaware of being a myst.  I may allow more council members but for now...no.  It will be too complicated considering I made up the mysts and zine so it will be difficult to explain everything to the council.

RULES

1) general res rules apply. no pp or gm or mary/gary sues
2) Listen to me please.
3) Romance and violence STRONGLY encouraged
4)Post "Myst's strength" to join
5) Please use a form of OOC
6) LITERATE
7) more added if needed.

AVAILABLE ELEMENTS:

Fire: ability to manipulate fire; either from thin air or from an available source. 
Some mysts can even control lightning

Water: Ability to manipulate water.  From a source.
With MUCH practice; water can be taken from thin air, plants, other beings, ect.  Some can even heal

Earth: Ability to manipulate earth.  This includes rocks as well as plants.
Plant bending is EXTREMELY difficult to master.  Some can even have a poisionous bite

Air: Ability to manipulate air.  Creating powerful wind-strikes.
These mysts have great speed and agility.

Shadow: RARE element.  These mysts can manipulate shadows of foes and bring them to life; using them to attack.  They can also fade into thin air, and creep along shadows and reappear. 

ALL: some mysts have an extra ability such as telepathy.  THESE TOO ARE RARE and I will only allow 1 or 2 others.

SILVIE has a unique shadow ability; she can create and illusion of pain on a foe . 

BIO:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species: MYST
Do they know: Nope
Element:
Personality:
Looks:
Other:

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My charry's

Name: Silvie Leigh
Age: 17
Gender: F
Species: MYST
Element: all
Know: yup
Personality: Cold hearted and harsh; but can have her moments.  She has a quick temper so it is best to stay off her bad side.  However; in school she is generally kind...but some may question.  As a myst, she can be hard and strict...but a good leader.  She is cunning and manipulative. rp it out mostly.
Looks:

With a deep green gem on her forehead

Other: Council member.

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Name: Levi Caize
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: myst
Personality: rp it out.

know: nope
element: fire
looks:

but with blonde fur and a light red gem

other: nope

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Name: Criste//Rein//Jared//Lance//Chace//Kest
Age: 19//18//18//17//19
Gender: M//M//M//m//m//m
Species: MYST
Do they know: yus (they are council members)
Element: fire/water/earth/air/shadow/ ?
Personality: rp it out for all o.O They are pretty much jerks//kest is unknown
Looks: coming
Other: Council members; against female mysts((Pshhh jealous)). Criste can stand females; and treats them as equals.  Kest: one of the most powerful mysts.  He is away in battle.  No one has seen or heard from him in years.

"Myst's Strength" 

Name: Calamity Tsukira Flawe
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Species: MYST
Do they know: Nope
Element: Earth
Personality: She is very average. She is fearless at times, but she can also be cautious. She can't really be described because her personality is always changing due to the people around her. One thing always stays the same: she is quiet.
Looks:

((She has a light yellowish-brown gem on her forehead when in her wolf form. It almost looks like a topaz, but not quite the same color.))

Other: Later, when she can change into the wolf thingy, she uses speed and agility to her advantage in battle. She isn't very strong.

((I'll join tomorrow. I'm exhausted D:  Myst's Strength))

"Myst's Strength"

Name:Mia Akuma
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: MYST
Do they know: Nope
Element: Water
Personality: Loud and friendly, Mia is a person you would want to be in the good books with. She can be bossy, mean, and selfish. She protects her pack, and family. At least she would protect her family, if she had one.
Looks:

Other: She has a dark blue gem on her forehead and she uses her strength to help beat the Zines

((accepted luna.

We will start soon(:))

((Can I join? "Myst's strengths"))

Name:Isis Rea'vi
Age: 15
Gender:female
Species: MYST
Do they know: Nope
Element:Earth...Mostly sand.
Personality:Isis isn't the nicest person. She is very straight to the point and blunt and doesn't even think about how the things she says might hurt other people. She is rather nasty when it comes to a fight or argument and would probably rather have her tongue cut out then ever admit that she was wrong.
Looks:

 (No wings and a lime green stone.)

Other:Urm...Nothing that I can think of right now...

((accepted sather.
Of course luna
Cant wait lake^^
Full, hmm... I suppose it will be okay; but please dont be offended later in the rp to be careful with your power(:))