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I realize that the title is messed up! My brain is seriously fried and my last minute decision to change "Rise" to "Reincarnation" was disastrous!
Before This Journey Begins, History Must be Remembered * If you know your Greek mythology, then you don't have to read the paragraph indicated.
*Long ago, there were twelve gods and goddesses who ruled the vast reaches of universe from atop Greece's Mount Olympus. Mythology follows the story of how the Olympians had come to power after the almighty Zeus overthrew his father, Cronus. Cronus was the youngest Titan of Gaia, the earth, and Uranus, the sky. However, before Cronus and his eleven brothers and sisters were able to be born, Uranus was separated from Gaia and therefore castrated by the youngest Titan. The youngest Titan, Cronus, married his sister, Rhea, and together they had twelve children, the Olympians. However, Cronus swallowed his children, though when the last child was born, Rhea gave her husband a rock wrapped in clothes for him to swallow, allowing Zeus, the youngest Olympian, to grow up. When Zeus was grown, a Titan named Metis gave Cronus a drink to regurgitate his swallowed children. Once the eleven children were freed, they helped Zeus overthrow the Titans, thus becoming Olympians and the rulers. Zeus, then, created three races of humans: the silver race of childish people whom Zeus destroyed for the lack of honor, the bronze race of brutal, and warlike people whom destroyed themselves, and the iron race, an age of toil, greed and strife, which has yet to be destroyed. However, the three races that Zeus created never amounted to the race the Titans created: the golden age, where humans lived with peace on their minds and tranquility all around them, dying out when age caught up to them. However, what the "mythical" stories fail to mention was the downfall of Olympus and the Marshals, for the Marshals were the the downfall to Olympus and their Olympians. Though, before the story of the raze that was brought upon Olympus can be told, there is a question that should be answered first; what, or better yet, who are Marshals? The tampered legends tell of the mighty gods and goddesses who possessed great power, however, that power wasn't merely an inanimate source, they were Marshals. Marshals were, as stated, the power of the gods and goddesses of Olympus. They were born within the the Olympians, growing and maturing as their hosts did, and when the gods and goddesses power's were strong enough, they were able to materialize and take the form of a human. Although they possessed the same emotions and feelings as humans, and they had their own unique personality and persona, they still served their host, oblivious to the consequences if they didn't. However, the Marshals wouldn't dare to stop serving their host, or at least, it seemed that they had no reason or intention of doing so at the time. Putting that aside for the moment, when Marshals manifested into the form of a human, the Olympians had to exert all the power from their body until they were drained of their power completely. Now, this might seem too dubious and preposterous, seeing as the gods were very keen on their powers, but there were two simple truths behind releasing their powers into a Marshal. One: with a mere wish, the humanoid Marshals would turn into their pure element and be zapped back into their host in less time than it would have taken for the gods to become vulnerable. Two: why would the gods and goddesses get their hands dirty when they could control their Marshal with the loyalty they have to do the repugnant work that they are too high and mighty to even consider?
The marshals would gladly oblige to the orders given to them from their hosts, for they were well taken care of and saw no harm in doing the tasks that they were made for. Pure power ran through each and everyone of the marshals bodies. They were more powerful than the gods and goddesses of Olympus, though they didn't know that, and it was uncertain to know for sure if the Olympians knew. The twelve marshals served with an unwavering loyalty to their host through nearly four different ages of mankind. However, through those long centuries, only one Marshal came to the horrible realization of how villain his host was; Zeus. The Marshal of the sky, the Lightning Marshal, slowly began to harbor hatred towards his host, gradually making it harder to return to Zeus's body and obeying to his words. Finally, after half a century of struggling, the destruction commenced. Zeus willed the lightning marshal to return, but his resentment was too great and his resistance too strong. The other gods, goddesses and marshals tried to coax the lightning marshal to stop, but he wouldn't listen and was convinced that he would lead a better life on Earth. Zeus was powerless, he couldn't do anything to stop his humanoid marshal from leaving except throw nasty threats and words at him, whilst his siblings stood baffled by the independent marshal, not wanting to hurt him in case it would jeopardize the possibility of their brother getting his powers back.
The lightning marshal dropped down to Earth, stopped by no one and unaware of the sever consequences that were now inevitable. As the marshal's feet touched the soil of Earth, the mid day sky turned black as night, though it wasn't the lightning marshals doings; the balance of power was no longer, and the power of the wrongdoer was becoming unraveled. The clouds came alive with lightning, the sky roared with thunder and bolts of pure energy struck the earth with a dangerous ferocity. Havoc was being unleashed on Olympus and Earth; on Zeus and the lightning marshal. Destruction was blind to the innocent humans as he took lives carelessly each time a lightning bolt racked Earth. The lightning marshal attempted to return to Olympus, but it was too late, it had crumbled to pieces, just as Earth was doing. The shadows of all twelve gods and goddesses were stained on the fallen pieces of Olympus and their ashes remained where they once stood. The lightning marshal didn't want this, he wanted the chaos to stop, the violence to stop. Was there any way to leave the remaining civilization unscathed? He knew the answer to that; no. However, was there a way to leave the remaining civilization alive? There had to be a way, and sure enough the lightning marshal came to the conclusion that his life would be repent for his actions. The lightning marshal conjured up a great deal of power and then plastered his shadows among the abandoned stone and left his ashes where he once stood.
From the Mythical History to Modern day History
The sky roared with thunder and the clouds came alive with lightning. The mid day sky held nothing but darkness and there seemed to be no end to the precipitation that came down from the heavens in torrents. However, the outside world seemed insignificant, for in the well-lit hospital, room 204, a child was being born. He was the youngest of twelve sibling, the sixth son of the Olimpio family, and the reincarnation of the lightning marshal.
This boy, however, knew nothing of the power that coursed through his veins, and his family was quite oblivious to it too. Superstition surrounded the Olimpio family; it is said they they are decedents of one of the twelve gods and goddesses who ruled Olympus. Each family member has his or her own view on the matter, though the boy's parent believe that the superstition is nonsense and have kept it away from their children as they grew. The lightning marshal's parents were very strict and very proper. Manners were something that they didn't hesitate to teach their children, and if any one of the twelve children even thought of disobeying their parents, hell was brought upon them. It would have seemed that the children lived a sheltered life, and they would have if it wasn't for the fact that the family is quite wealthy. The Olimpio family had flourished in wealth for generations, and the children of the Olimpio family had always had a good education.
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She grew up in a small village, the Huntress did, as did most of the people who have heard the full story of what is known as Greek mythology. There aren't many who know what they know, and they aren't at liberty to share their knowledge with the rest of mankind. There are villages that group together, those who have heard the missing details, and each one of the villages have different beliefs on this missing story. The Huntress's village scorns the gods and goddesses of history. They rejoice over the destruction and pray that they will never return. The village is very spiteful of power and in the village, they do as they please, not being ruled and not ruling.
The workings of the hardheaded village was disrupted when a child was born with the sight of an Oracle. Of course, her power wasn't discovered at birth, it was discovered half a decade later when the teachings of the missing history commenced. The child assured her teacher that the lightning marshal wasn't truly dead, that he had simply been reincarnated and born into this era. Not only did the child correct her teacher, something people of this village never did, but she also possessed what they hated most; power. Much discussion, harsh debates and wonderful ideas were thrown around for months, as the village struggled on what their action toward the child should be. They had finally concluded that they wouldn't banish the child from the village, but prepare her to be the assassin that would rid the awful creature for the world.
For years she trained, both her strength and her weaponry. Every day she would relay to the whole village what she saw of the hated lightning marshal the day before, assuring them that he hasn't realized his powers and that they still had time. It wasn't until recently that she has started to see the lightning marshal's coming of age, the age of which his powers have matured. The Huntress was sent off immediately to kill the lightning marshal before his powers could be recognized.
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The village he grew up in wasn't different from the other villages that knew the truth; it was small, isolated and had their own beliefs. The Protector's village believed that the lightning marshals were the victims and the gods and goddesses were the ones who should be shunned and put to shame, for they only used the marshals for their powers. His village worshiped the marshals and prayed for their return. The village was very peaceful and strong. There were no disputes and they worked together and not individually, like the Huntress's village. They believed in harmony and fairness, the motto "whats mine is yours" comes into play in this small village.
All of their praying payed off, for when the the young Protector was born and as soon as he was able to talk he relayed the messages and visions he saw through his eyes. The village rejoiced and put the child into training as soon as possible, telling him that he was to be the young Lightning Marshal's protector. The trained the Protector in weaponry and strength, just as the Huntress was, and was told that when he foresaw danger in the young Lightning Marshal's future, he was to leave as quickly as he could to protect the chosen one. No one knew why or how the lightning marshal was reincarnated, but they strongly believed that it was their right to let no harm reach the lightning marshal. So, when the it was time and the Protector foresaw the future, he left his village with the support of all the people in it.
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The village that the Queen was born into was one that worshiped power. Good or bad, power was what they strive for. In the teachings of the missing parts of history, the teachers would stress the topic of how powerful each god and goddess were and how the marshals had pure power coursing through their veins. Since the villagers possessed no power themselves, they came upon the idea that beauty was power. The one who ruled the village was one with a handsome fave, wit and intelligence was not a factor. The villagers didn't only worship the gods, goddesses and marshals, they also worshiped the one whom they deemed their superior. It was a dictatorship, however, with only a small village to rule, power was limited. The King or Queen of the village was always treated with the utmost respect and never talked about in an ill manner. They were given everything they wanted and was allowed to do whatever they pleased.
However, the last King was overthrown when the child with eyes of an oracle was born. Like the Huntress and the Protector, her powers weren't discovered until years after her birth, and when it was, she was named Queen. The village worshiped her and the Olympians and after half a decade passed with the village under her rule, her advisers suggested that become trained so that one day she could obtain the greatest power of all; the lightning marshal. So, from that day forward, the villagers had trained their Queen, preparing her for the journey she would one day begin. And when the Queen finally foresaw the opportune moment, she left her village and her worshipers.
The Journey Begins Here
The lightning marshal still goes about his day normally, oblivious to the power the holds and unaware of the three humans he will soon run into. He is currently a high school student and since it is the beginning of fall, school has recently came into session. As for the humans, well they have already left there village and is either in the town that the lightning marshal resides in, on their way, or has already spotted the boy and keeping their distance. They don't know that others have eyes of the oracle as well and are only in the strange town to conduct their mission. Soon they will all meet and they will have to come to the understanding that they have to help each other and the lightning marshal on his journey to the a land that holds the greatest oracle of all. The path that lies ahead is not foreseen yet, and the truth behind the reincarnation is kept with the True Eye of the Oracle.
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Informative Information
- Genre: Adventure, Action, Drama, Fantasy, Modern, Romance, Mythopoeia, [slight] Violence ~ Romance&Violence at a PG-13 level
- Literacy is a must! If I ask for an rp sample, don't be offended. And if I turn you away, I am sorry, but I am somewhat picky about literacy. At the least, literacy level must be equivalent to three meaty paragraph with correct grammar and spelling.
-I really want this to be a small group rp, one person per position, though, for some reason I don't trust rping with more than two other people. So, if by chance, there are only two other people, or one person, for that matter, who are interested, it won't bother me! Although, we'd have a problem with balancing the characters if it was a small group of three (though I would gladly tackle that obstacle ^^). Otherwise I am only looking for three other people so slots are limited.
- I will not, I repeat, will not, be roleplaying the reincarnated lightning marshal. I feel like the task should be handed to someone who is unsure of the position themselves. Remember, the lightning marshal has no recollection of his past life and the mythology that the Huntress and the Protector are aware of.
- The position of the lightning marshal will have to be accepted by me first. Otherwise, you have to ask you join, and if you are accepted you are allowed to chose any position that is open.
- The Huntress, the Queen and the Protector have the sight of an oracle, meaning that they are able to see the path that lies ahead for our young lightning marshal. However, the sight isn't limitless and controllable. The Huntress, the Queen and the Protector are unable to master the sight of an oracle, so visions come at unexpected time and they can only see things related to the lightning marshal; this is based on their personality and position. For example the Huntress might see things that cause the lightning marshal pain, see his weaknesses and traps that lay in his path. The Protector might see, but isn't tethered to, the lightning marshals enemies, those who hate him, his strengths and his location. The Queen might see, but isn't limited to, his power, his allies with power and his enemies with power.
- The only powers that the huntress, the protector and the queen have is the sight of an oracle, other than that they defend themselves on the strength they have acquired over the years and a choice of weapon. The lightning marshal has the power of lighting, of course, and the sky, however, he doesn't know how to use his powers so it will take time for him to control it and exert it correctly. He will start off with his powers being uncontrollable and not very strong, DON'T over do this! He doesn't have to be skilled with a weapon, hence the protector, however if you want him to be that is fine.
- Genders: the Lightning Marshal and the Protector are male and the Huntress and Queen are female.
- I just want to let you all know that I have the right to kick you out if anything above is violated. I am mostly intending the power that the lightning marshal holds. Whoever holds this position is free to rmail me questions, however, if they go power-crazy, I will take over the position.
- I will add more if I need to.
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Was This Lightning Marshal Born Independently or Does he, too, Have a Host out There?
Name: Position: Age: Gender: Appearance: (deion or picture, though if it is a picture, be sure it's an animated one) Personality: History: (Anything other than what I have provided in the plot?) Eyes of the Oracle: (What aspect of the lightning marshal does your character foresee?) Weapons: Other:
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The Queen is After the Power, the Protector Sought his Protection and the Huntress Wants him Dead
THE LIGHTNING MARSHAL: taken by angelmist27 THE PROTECTOR: taken by kakelover THE HUNTRESS: taken by uniquesoul THE QUEEN: taken by uniquesoul
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Name: Enyo Yiruma Position: The Huntress Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance:  Personality: All her life the Huntress has been shown the path towards hatred and resentment. All her life she has walked that path, knowing nothing more and nothing less, numb and indifferent to the hatred that had brainwashed her mind for so long. Enyo knows the words that are spoken behind her back, for she speaks the same words about the lightning marshal. She has been told that her only mission in life is to eliminate the lightning marshal and no one speaks about the future she is to have after the deed is done. The Huntress isn't an unintelligent girl, she knows that the village only sees her as the ultimate weapon to destroy power and that once it is destroyed, she too will have to die, for her presence symbolizes power, too. Although the Huntress is well aware of the unspoken words that linger about her, she still obliges to the villages wishes and commands. She is easily controlled by the words of her people, willingly acting as an emotionless being with no preferences and feelings. Though, the truth is, she has feelings and isn't as simple minded as her whole village thinks she is. Although she never wears a smile and carries a boyish aura around her, necessary for training and the task ahead, when she is alone, Enyo usually finds herself daydreaming and fantasizing about being an actual girl and acting girlish and cute. Through her serious and robotic personality, and underneath her trousers and hoodies, this Huntress longs to wear beautiful dresses and fall in love. She is the classic tin man with no heart. History: Ever since the Huntress confronted her teacher about the lightning marshal and how he has been reincarnated she had felt, not only a heavy sense of responsibility, but also the beginning of being an outcast. She had been six years old when she came forth about the lightning marshal and before that her life was filled with bows, ribbons and a beginning hatred towards the lightning marshal. However, once the months passed that determined her destructive future, her life turned upside down and those ribbons and bows turned to weapons and trousers. The hatred that was beginning to spark in her young mind began to dull as her intelligent young mind realized that she was just a tool in their eyes. She often kept to herself and did what she was told, and spent most of her days training, getting acquainted with all types of weapons. That is what most of her life consisted of. Eyes of the Oracle: The Huntress foresees the young lightning marshal's weaknesses, his location and the situations where she will have the advantage to kill him or at least be alone with him. Weapons: There isn't one weapon that Enyo doesn't know how to wield. On this journey, the Huntress carries a long thick bladed sword and a nimble Katana that form and 'x' across her back. She also has four throwing knives, two on each hip that she keeps hidden along with two daggers that hide in her boots, one for each boot. Other:
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Name: Gaia Ourania Position: The Queen Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance:  Personality: The Queen isn't all that her name implies. When thinking of a queen, one might think of a wise, intelligent, reserved, respectful, leader-like woman, however, the thoughts pertaining to this spoiled queen are quite the contrary. Although the Queen is respected in her small village, it isn't because of her flamboyant personality. Among the simpletons in her power-striving village, the Queen truly shines among all the others. She is very animated and overly dramatic, easily drawing the attention of those around her. It might be because of her position that she acts like she always has to impress people and keep the interest of her peers on her, or it could be due to the fact that she gets jealous easily and when she hasn't captivated the audience around her, she has a wicked temper (which also activates when she doesn't get what she wants). Like the rest of her village, Gaia is drawn to a pretty face. She attaches herself to this person and tries to over power them by winning them over, slowly growing obsessive and possessive of the person until her goal is complete. The way she over powers the one with attractive features is either trying to become their friend or a love interest and when it seems like she is about to commit or get serious about her relationship, she humiliates them one way or another, all the while using them in as many ways as she can. History: At the age of four, she had confessed to seeing the reincarnation of the lightning marshal, and ever since that moment, her life had changed drastically. People started to worship her and there are those who would love to take advantage of her position and those who have. Gaia isn't one to have friends or anyone close to her, for they are either there because of her power or to bend at her whim. Gaia learned at an early age never to get too close to someone. She has never had any real friends and even her parents love the glory of her power. Eyes of the Oracle: Gaia sees everything that revolves around the lightning marshal's powers. What weakens his powers and what strengthens his powers, however, there is very little she sees about his powers, for he hasn't truly awaken yet. All she sees is the power that surges through his veins and bubbles within him, however that isn't the only thing she can foresee. Taking into account her personality and his attractive features, Gaia can foresee those who stand in her way of winning him over, though that has never seemed to be a problem. Weapons: Gaia's weapon of choice is daggers. She usually carries about eight with her, four on each hip. However, even though this is her weapon of choice, she isn't very skilled at it. Since she is the Queen, she relies on the strength of others rather than her own strength. Gaia has down the basic movements and thrusts, though there is nothing special about her attacks. Going up against someone who isn't skilled in a weaponry would be an easy opponent, however one who is skilled would be impossible for her to defeat. Other: ---
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((May Kake-chan join as the Protector?))
Name: Eiichi Hayate Yume
Position: Protector
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Eiichi is completely naive. He tends to trust others too easily and is oblivious to lies and jokes. It could be his background that made him that way, but most children around Eiichi were not similar to him. He is quick to idolize and is easily amazed by others talents. He is very polite and all of the villagers know of his reincarnation, so they all love and support him. No one has ever seen the quiet and obedient child angered, but they say those are the scariest when they get mad.
History: Eiichi spends his time helping the elderly and spending time with them. He often plays board games with them and discuss political issues for fun. He also helps his kind mother at home, doing chores and raising his little brother while she was at work. His father passed away from an illness and Eiichi goes to his grave to talk to him almost everyday.
Ever since birth he has been told of his duty to protect the lightning marshal, so he trains everyday with some of the older warriors. He doesn't have time to play with the other children in the village, and he has many responsibilities on top of being a Protector, such as looking after his brother when his mother is constantly out helping others in need.
Eyes of the Oracle: Eiichi often foresees the boy's strengths and his location. He never sees the boy's weakness, so he often forgets he has any. Eiichi has seen the boy ever since he was four, and sees him as a big brother. He idolizes the lightning marshal and trains vigorously so that he can protect him.
Weapons: Eiichi carries the sword of a warrior. He isn't very strong, but elders tell him not to worry for when it comes the time when it is needed, Eiichi will become strong. Although they tell him this, Eiichi can't help but worry that he isn't strong enough to protect the lightning marshal. He also has weak health that was passed down from his father, so he worries he will only be a burden. The only thing he has faith in is his visions.
Other: He's worried about leaving his little brother and mother behind.
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((If you need a sample I can provide you with one. ))
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((bump *hoping others join*))
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((May I Join as the Lightening Marshal?))
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OoC;
I've been so busy with life that I have neglected my own rp :( However, time has opened up in my schedule and I can tend to this poor rp. Kake, you are accepted! Welcome~ Angel, I believe I have seen your writing before, so you can go ahead and make your bio. I will make my bio this weekend, and I will clean up plot and whatnot because it is horribly messy (due to the brain draining hours I spent on it without revising). We only need the Quern and then we can start! |
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Name: Raikuo (Ray-ku) Kutori
Position: Lighting Marshal
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Raikuo can be very rude at times, but he can also be sweet. You could almost say he's bipolar. He has a hard time making friends because he often likes to stay away from people. At school he's known as the "Quiet mysterious" type. You would think he gets all the girls this way, but its quite the opposite. Raikuo has never had a girlfriend or has been intimate with anyone. He keeps his distance from people as much as he can. He is also known for his rude sarcasm.
History: Raikuo is the average teenage boy. Or so he thinks. He grew up in a normal family and had a "normal" life. He has absolutely no idea what he's about to get caught up in. All his life he has been pushed away from anything about his past life. Not that he even knows he had one, but he has an interest for mythology and his parents refuse to talk about that subject.
Eyes of the Oracle: Raikuo is the lighting marshal, therefore he doesn't have the eyes of the oracle.
Weapons: His powers, though he doesn't know he has them yet. Other: Nothing that comes to mind
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((Who will be the queen if no one else joins?))
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((Oh ok :3 ))
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((I believe Unique-chan should be the queen. :)
Unique-chan: Are you posting your bios, or are you just posting intros?
*can't wait to start* :P ))
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OoC;
Yeah, thats what I was thinking. And I will be posting my bios later this afternoon, and then I'll post my intro :) Of course, you two can post your intro before me!! |
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((Ill post my intro sometime tomorrow. :3))
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OoC;
If you haven't notice already, my bios are the second post on this thread. I forgot to mention that earlier >.<
BiC;
Patience is a virtue. It had been a fortnight upon coming to the town the lightning marshal resided in. The Huntress had been lurking in the shadows surrounding her target, not making a move but stalking her prey. The visions she foresaw nearly a month prior to her arrival of the strange and unusual town, had shown her an opportunity to encounter the young lightning marshal she was supposed be spiteful of. Her indigo stained eyes never once left the lightning marshal in the two weeks she had been stalking him. Of course, she gave him privacy when it was necessary -mostly for her own sake (being traumatized wasn't something to be fond of)- but other than that, his movements were under her radar 24/7. Where ever he went, she was close behind, and her weapons eager to draw, what everyone supposed, would be the crimson blood of the lightning marshal.
Back in August, it was hot, muggy and uncomfortable. Enyo had to travel in the summer sun that wasn't welcomed, and under the weight of her weapons that were usually naturally light but seemed like an anchor on her journey. Her chocolate brown trousers seemed like they were protecting her from the sun's harsh rays, but also confining the heat her legs radiated from the vigorous walking. The dark emerald colored cloak she wore wasn't suitable for summer weather but kept her hidden in the shadows as she went along, and hid her in the forests. Enyo was often mistaken for a boy during her pursuit for the lightning marshal. Her sandy blond hair was often pulled into a bun that was hid by her hood, and her bangs fell messily over her forehead. There were many times she had to draw a dagger to scare off the men that would try to pick a fight with her, and if that didn't work, she would unsheathe one of her swords that she swore would only touch the skin of the lightning marshal. Of course, upon seeing the long blades, the drunken men would run, but if they were to pick a fight, Enyo would gracefully sheathe her sword and bring her daggers back out. The Huntress didn't mind shedding blood, she was indifferent to the it like most things in the world, but the villagers that trained her and used her told her that violence was only okay when up against someone with power. So, the Huntress danced around the drunken men and nicked them.
The young Huntress started her journey on the first of August and didn't reach the town that hid the lightning marshal until thirty days later. As she traveled in the month of August, Enyo felt the freedom that she was never allowed back in her small village. She got acquainted with actual towns and cities. She would gawk silently at the beautiful dresses that women wore and there was an unfamiliar jealousy that settled at the pit of her stomach, making her want to draw her swords to the women. The girls and women in her village would wear dresses, but they were nothing extravagant and always ended up dirty due to their isolated location in the middle of some forest. The Huntress's village was old fashion, they didn't have flashing signs, stop lights, street lights and the convinent technology that the towns and cities held; they did everything by hand. The city life seemed so promising and foreign, wistful and extravagant, but that didn't sway her loyalties and her duty. She had been compliant to her people all her life that she wasn't familiar with the action of rebelling, the act of having a dream and following it. The sparkling cities and towns opened her tiny world a little more, and when her mind wasn't stuck on the task at hand, she would find herself fantasizing in a different environment; the towns and cities that she had never knew existed.
When Enyo reached the town of the lightning marshal, she found herself more focused on her assassination than ever before. During the summer, the young Huntress pushed herself until she collapsed from the deprivation of sleep. She snaked on the food she brought or food she stole from local shops whenever she felt tired, however, upon coming to the town, the Huntress had taken on a new surge of adrenaline, only allowing herself to sleep during the short periods of time when she foresaw something pertaining to her prey. The visions were not longer than three minutes and Enyo had came to learn that the more she was around the lightning marshal, the more frequent her visions became. Back at the village, the visions only came once or twice a day, but now that she was so close to the lightning marshal, and so close to the assassination, her visions have been happening at least five, if not more, times a day. During the duration was the only time the Huntress slept, though her mind still was in gear, seeing the visions as if they were a dream.
Dark circles dominated the skin under Enyo's eyes and bags line them. The robotic-like girl would never take the risk of taking her eyes off of him. His life will be hers, and her villagers were fully determined that she will be able to finish the task by the end of the year - so she too was determined, for if they were determined, she must be too, right? On the fifteenth day since her arrival, Enyo sat in one of the trees that gave way to a small forest. The tree marked the border of the tree line, and gave her the perfect view of the lighting marshal. From here she got full access to his room and the living room. The Huntress usually sat here when he was in either of those rooms, but when he was in the dining room or kitchen, she would move from tree to tree until she got a perfect view. Their house was huge and so were their windows, giving Enyo a perfect advantage.
The autumn sun had already broke away from the horizon and was making his way up to the heavens. Soon it would be time for the lightning marshal to leave his house and venture off to school, and Enyo wouldn't be too far behind.
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I will post Gaia later. I just wanted you guys to have this intro so we can get started :D Go ahead and post~ And if I have Gaia done before you two have posted then I will edit this with her post, but if not, then I will make a new post ^^
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It was a ordinary day, sunny and clear without a cloud in the sky. The Lightning Marshal sat inside his house, eating breakfast before heading off to school. Nothing about the day seemed unusual. It was a typical school morning. However, the calender that marked the fifteenth of September gave off a ominous aura.
There were flashes of light and another scene appeared. The Lightning Marshal was in a place with many trees, the school building he often entered could be seen nearby. No one seemed to be around, just the young marshal. Suddenly the sky darkened, filling the sky with clouds. Little droplets of water sprinkled the earth, increasing in numbers and speed with time. The sky roared with thunder and lightning flashed. It was only then, in the few seconds the lightning lit up the sky, that another figure could be spotted sitting upon a tree branch.
It was dark, so it was impossible to determine the face, or even gender, of the mysterious person. The figure leaped from the branch, extending its hand to reveal a blade of some sort. It landed upon the marshal, killing him instantly. The blood stained the grass, his body lay limp in the dirt. The figure melted back into the darkness, unable to be seen again.The rain continued to pour.
The vision ended and Eiichi's clouded eyes returned to their regular sight, leaving the boy too stunned to move. The Lightning Marshal was like a brother to Eiichi, he couldn't believe he just witnessed his murder. The boy shook his head to clear his thoughts, and gathered whatever he could in a hurried panic. He couldn't waste any time, the young marshal's life was at stake. He remembered the elders warning him of such an event, and he quickly wrote a note to explain his absence. Since mother was helping an old widow that lived on the other side of the village make preparations for her husband's death , he wouldn't have time to find her and say goodbye, but he hoped she wouldn't be too mad. After all, the fifteenth was in three days and he had to make it in time to save him.
He left the village with some basic supplies and his father's sword, not even stopping by his dad's grave or saying anything to the other villagers. He regretted not being able to say anything, but time was precious. The boy ran as fast as he could, running from village to village, town to town, and city to city. He would stop only to rest, eat, or ask for directions. When Eiichi had finally made it to the Lightning Marshal's city three days later, he was completely wiped out. He ran down the streets in his bare feet, his shoes long been worn out and disposed of. Sweat poured down his back and face but he wouldn't stop running. The boy knew he wouldn't be able to truly rest until the Lightning Marshal was safe and sound and that figure gone.
It was still sunny, not a cloud in sight. Eiichi had made it to, what he believed, was the scene of the crime. The school could be seen not too far away and the park was surrounded by trees. He had yet to see the Lightning Marshal or the shady figure, but he believed them to be arriving shortly. He collapsed on a nearby bench, resting his aching feet. He rested his empty supply sack next to him and his sword against the bench, glad for the absence of its weight.
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((I don't know if I can live up to your post XD I will always do three paragraphs though ^^))
Raikuo was the lightning marshal. Yes, this boy had magnificent powers that people would kill for. To be honest, he could probably do a lot of damage with them. Which is why if a lot of people knew about it, it would be bad. These powers could be used for good and evil purposes. It all just depends on who's hands he falls into. Except for one small detail. Raikuo has no idea he has these powers. Yup thats right, Raikuo is oblivious to his great powers. Well, who could blame him? He was raised in a family who refused to accept this fact and kept it away from him all his life. Even so, Raikuo probably wouldn't believe it himself, considering he hasn't really had any clues or hints that he has them.
At the moment, Raikuo lives in a big house and is very thankful. His parents are all about manners and its surprising that he's the way he is. Although his wealthy parents try everything in they're power to keep Raikuo away from his love of mythology, he tends to read it and spends most of his time doing so. For the most part they're just scared he will come across something involving his past life.
At the moment, Raikuo is attending a nearby high school and as far as he knows, he's just like every other kid at that school. Normal. Today was his first day of his sophomore year, and Raikuo was the least bit excited about it. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up in bed. Clicking the dismiss button on his alarm clock. He looked around to see the same room he had been seeing for sixteen years. Raikuo got up and put on his uniform for school and walked out of his room and into his bathroom to brush his teeth. After that he dragged his feet into the kitchen to make his breakfast. He wasn't the cereal kind of guy. Soon after he was done, he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. It was a lonely walk and Raikuo liked it that way. Unlike the school classrooms, the walk there was quiet and peaceful.
Lately, though, Raikuo had been feeling as if someone was watching him. Every time he would look behind him, no one was there. He suspected it was just paranoia and his mind was playing tricks on him. He wasn't exactly the kind of person someone would stalk. At school he acted cold towards others and kept his distance. No one necessarily liked him, and that how he preferred it.
It was going to be another long pointless day and he knew it. Raikuo wondered why he bothered to go to school. No one would miss him if he didn't go, and his parents work most of the day so they wouldn't know. He shrugged off the thought and continued walking towards his school. Soon enough he saw a boy who looked his age sitting on a bench. Why isn't he walking to school, or in his uniform? Raikou thought to himself.
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