[X] My Assistant

[The Great Benzin]

I s'ppose if Alice/Evvie/Goria are going through the forest anyway, they might meet him along the way?

[Xion]

Naxery is heading towards the town. She was a ways out, so she won't be able to get to the town too quickly. This sounds like it's going to get very interesting soon.

[Toogee]

And I'm fine with everything that was said.

[Toogee]

Right, battle. I won't be able to post something till later today.

I'm thinking a demon bear will show up, maybe throw in a few mutant song birds for good measure :P.

[Darkrow]

Hmm, think I could get The Colorful Blackbird in there? After all, she already killed a bear. XD

[Toogee]

Sure, but give everyone else a chance to shine .

[Xion]

I'm trying to figure out how to fit Naxery into this mess. She's already running towards the town. Any suggestions on what she should do next?

[Tokyo Oranges]

Hey, Is there any chance of still being able to Join? Or not?

[The Great Benzin]

She could run into Eganwo, that -always- ends well. Which town is she running towards? There's the Alice/Evvie/Goria group stood just outside one in the forest, and there's the other group who are with Enorai at the moment.

If you're not up for meeting a mightily pissed-off Earth Imp (understandable really) you could be the 'victim' of 2Gamer's mutant bear? As in, Naxery sees it, screams, and the group runs up to help her fend it off...?

[Axel]

Hey, Is there any chance of still being able to Join? Or not?

Sign ups are still open! At least until all of the characters come together. So yes, I'm still taking applications.

I think we should start coming together now - I've already sent one of my characters off towards Evvie, Alice, Rori and Goria. So Xion, maybe you could send Naxery their way as well?

[Xion]

If you're not up for meeting a mightily pissed-off Earth Imp (understandable really) you could be the 'victim' of 2Gamer's mutant bear? As in, Naxery sees it, screams, and the group runs up to help her fend it off...?

I don't think Naxery would be overly scared. She is part demon, remember. But I think it will work.

[The Great Benzin]

I know some wimpy demons -- can never be too sure nowadays! How about a roar of anger then? X3

[PrincessTikal]

Bahahaha Alice would have to fit in that wimpy demon category of yours.

[Luxord]

what am i to do with Linon????

[PrincessTikal]

Idea! Linon and Naxery meet up.

This post has been edited by PrincessTikal: Mar 11 2010, 07:05 PM

[Axel]

Linon's with Jack, Enorai and Arrynn, isn't he? He could get them moving towards the others, and they could bump into Naxery on the way?

[The Great Benzin]

Come join the kind imp and wimpy demon party! It's a blast! 83

[Toogee]

I started the boss battle without reading anything here. Sorry if I ruined anything planned.

[PrincessTikal]

I don't mind. Liked how you used the size of the text to create an awesome effect/mood. XD

BOOM!

[Tokyo Oranges]

Name: Ceryl An'toulatti.
Nickname(s): Cer
Age:She's unsure of her exact age, but she looks about 20
Gender: Female
Race: Demon-water imp hybrid
Magic: Water
Crystal Colour: Bronze
Appearance: Cer is slender and fairly tall, about 6'1" She wears a dark sleeveless tunic With a pale blue sash around the middle and dark shorts. Her hair is long and silvery-blue in color. Running across her back and visible le on her shoulders is a long whitish line of knotted scar tissue, as if she was once attacked from behind with a blade. She has fin-like appendages extending from her head in lieu of ears, pierced with small golden rings. She has large striking scarlet eyes that contrast with her pale grayish-blue skin. She has a long dark blue tail that ends with an arrowhead shaped tip. On her back she carries a Claymore(replace the black parts with red) with a worn red sheath.
Personality:
Cer Is a very reclusive creature. Rarely will she speak to anyone. When she does it’s usually only a few words. Usually when she is around people she is cold and very unfriendly, glaring at them and a few lashes of her tail is enough to get most people to leave her in peace. When she is in battle she is ferocious and attacks with carnal pleasure with no care if she injures any bystanders. Her view of the world is apathetic. All beings in her mind are motivated by only greed, and their lust for power. Sympathy is for the fool as is trust in one another. She has a morbid sense of humor and finds amusing things most would find horrifying.
Biography:
Ceryl was the daughter of the Lord of the An’toulatti Demon clan, her mother, a water imp of low status by the clan’s standards. By many the marriage of the two was looked down upon, but The lord’s subject’s distaste fell on deaf ears. Things grew worse after Cer was born. The young half demon grew up sheltered from the ills of her father’s rule and was quite happy, even though she did not understand why her mother always looked at her with sad eyes, or why the servants and maids seemed distant with her.


The innocence of her childhood was cut short. A rebel faction set to stage a coup de etat to ‘Cleanse the An’toulatti line of its dangerous impurity.’ They swiftly invaded the castle and when they got to the royal chambers, They slaughtered her mother first in a splattering of silver-blue blood, her mother lay dead upon the floor. Her father attempted to fend off the rebels, he killed a number of them before a stab thorough the back, severing his spinal column killed him. He fell next to his wife. Perhaps it was a muscle spasm, perhaps he was still alive when he hit the floor, but he reached for his beloved’s hand before he ceased to move.


Next they turned on the child. She screamed and tried to run. A searing pain sliced across her back as the thin metal blade of a long sword tore through her back. She fell to the ground, unconscious. Thinking them dead all three of their corpses into the river. This was what probably saved Cer from the same fate as her parents. Instead of drowning, like all water imps, she could breathe under water, and the water affinity she had extended beyond her race, but also, she had an affinity to the mana in water, in other words she could use water magic. Though unable to move, unconsciously her body took advantage of the water around her to heal herself.

She awoke on a riverbank several miles away from where her home was with the bloated bodies of her parents. In shock she sat there in the mud for hours. Crows began to gather, eying the fresh lumps of flesh before them greedily. Cer snarled and threw stones at them to scare them away.


Not wanting her parents to become food for scavengers, she began to dig in the soft muddy bank of the river. Soon she had a shallow grave dug, It wasn’t neat or proper, but at least it was something. She gently lay her parents side by side in the grave, now they could be together forever without fear or hate, surrounded only by death’s cold embrace.

While digging it had become clear, everything about her sheltered life was a lie, She never liked by anyone, the only ones who wanted her were her parents.


After burying them, she began to wander the land. Not knowing what purpose she had, her heart slowly being filled with hate. One day, she came across a knight training camp. Curious, she began to watch from the shadows as they learned the way of the sword.
She wanted so badly to learn to fight. One night, she snuck into the shed where the swords were kept. None of them were any good, she heard a shout and saw one of the commanders walk into the shed. He drew his blade, fearful of the demon-imp. Humans were always afraid of her. His blade however was what she wanted.

She lept at him with such swiftness that he was easily overpowered, his claymore wrenched from his hands. She swung the heavy sword downward and slashed a gash in his chest, he was dead within minutes.

In that moment she realized two things, one that she had taken her first life, and two she enjoyed it.

She bent down and took the sheath from the dead man’s body and slung it over her shoulder. The rush she got from killing the man was such that she wanted more, she killed the rest of them. She walked away from the camp, covered in blood and in a better mood than anything she had ever been in her entire life.


Years went by, She was soon thought of as a phantom. Any who met her soon found themselves among the dead.
At least that’s how the rumors went.
The only ones she killed were those who dared challenge her

One day, She found a strange bronze gem upon the ground, curious the pocketed the thing
A few moments later she felt a shift in the air, the sun faded and the world was shrouded in semidarkness. She didn’t think very much of it. It wasn’t any issue to her.
At least until she saw the cart.
The elves sitting in it were frozen like stone. The creature standing near them, broken tack still attached to it was nothing like any horse she had ever seen. Its body was twisted and warped, the thing eyed her with a beady demonic eye. Giving something between a shriek and a roar it charged at her.


She swung her claymore and a moment later the beast’s head lay upon the ground, the body fell over, mid gallop.


She followed the road to the nearest city. The story was the same. The animals were demonic beasts and the people, stones.

This suited Ceryl An'toulatti just fine…
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