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January Event 2013
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Topic Started: Jan 6 2013, 02:08 AM (3,643 Views)
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栄 Ravendark
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Jan 23 2013, 03:30 AM
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Logan Paul Dragon Slayer
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Character: Oberon L Zepplin Submission:
Empty Shells and Empty Pasts Oberon was doing his usual thing, sitting and watching horror movies in his apartment in coreopsis.
One might have asked why on earth I was sitting there instead of hanging out with friends for New Years, and all that jazz. It was a valid question since there was probably going to be a whole lot going on around the city, fireworks, parties, crime- that kind of thing ya know? If not than it was a shame, I would have to rob you sometime or eat some of your blood. Not today though, god no, I was too busy watching people be decapitated while stuffing my face with popcorn that was lightly salted with a bunch of butter on it. “Om nom nom nom” I said in synchronization with the monster on the screen of the television, after all that’s what this one was famous for you know? OF COURSE NOT YOU HAVE NOT YET WATCHED IT PATHETIC MORTAL! MWAHAHAHA! In all seriousness though, I didnt have anything better to do right now. There weren't any riots going on to participate in, no poverty or scum to berate and annoy, and all the bearucratic fools were out of the city or staying at home with their families. And the ones away were at parties probebly cheating on their wives, oh the infectious disease of lust- it corrupts man so easily yet manages to go unconcteted when confronted with it. That got a slight chuckle out of the dark mage known as Oberon Led Zepplin who galnced at the clock, "New Years Eve huh? I dont understand it, id much rather go to a concert or a party than celebrate some stupid day, whats the point?" I muttered to himself before looking out the window and sighing.
I glanced at the small letter he had received, opened but tossed away near the fire, I had missed and it was instead knocked over an old vase that he had stolen from some old lady. Staring at the monster on the television before glancing at the vase, the I growled and got out of my seat, picking up the letter and loking it over with mild intrest before sitting back down in his 'Comfy' seat. Looking it over, the I actually toyed with the idea of actually attending one of these guild parties. I was normally a major recluse,though you see, I somewhat disliked the guild and felt a bit aloof despite rising up its rnaks so quickly. Ryo and Clear would probably be there, the emo water mage was probably doing something emo again- and Ryo? Well... lets just say that I wouldn't be surprised if the guild was in the middle of a bar fight again and had destroyed the bathrooms for the twelth time. Instead I found that the only thing that he really could do was either go or simply sit here and watch some more horror shows. I glanced at the clock and glanced back at the letter, he was growing tired of spending time alone instead of being with his guild. Tomoru would probably be there too... I was going to have to keep up his end of their deal soon wasn't he? Ichuckled to himself at the thought of his sadistic partner from his time as a D-Class mage before looking over at the clock again. If he was going he had better at least go now... damn it all.
I was here again, damn. If I kept doing things like this i was going to actually beign liking my guilldmates, i was becoming a real sap now wasn't I? While i knocked on the guild hall i couldn't help but wince as the door almost immediately opened by someone who I didnt care to acknowledge, the bartender maybe- she was alway pretty hot, used to climb up in the rafters and peep on her, of course once i was found out i got a salary cut from the guild for harrasment, damn black politics. I walked in maybe half an hour before midnight, a couple were confused to see me- I didnt know where Vile was and i frankly didnt care for out 'great father', instead i was occupied with the piece o paper in front of me. Walking over to the bar, a lower clas guild mate looked at me and spoke, "Its a tradition, you write down the most horrible act from this year and toss it into the pyre out back- they have hot dogs too i believe" th eman said, handing me a pen and parchment to write on. How funny, the lad actually cared about the things that he did this year! I had a feeling that either way i was going to be doing this despite the fact that i usually frowned upon these forms of 'fun'. I glanced at the lad before finishing my lemonade and gently giving it back to the bartender... who wasn't wearing a tank top... shame. Oberon thought with a small smirk before leaving the bar and walking out of the back of the guild hall to where there was a large pyre burning, it was at least thirty feet high- a marvel really.
A few guildmates clapped him on the back, drnak with him, it was all fine and dandy pretty decent guys- they seemed real. I had looked for Ryo or San but couldn't find them, so instead i walked up the stairs until i was on a small platform looking over the pyre, down into its flames. There were plenty of things i had done that were unspeakable to the average man, i killed people, i drank their blood, and stle their things after i killed them... It was an empty life, but it was mine... and being with these guys made it bearable, i kind of realized that today, it was nicer to be with the guild where i was no respected instead of having to shrink in fear in my appartment. So he tossed his paper into the fire. There was the second part though that the lad had told him "Usually on the back you write three things you want to try and do that year as well- to wards away bad luck!" I smiled somewhat and walked back down the stairs where i was greeted with the rest of the guild. What did i write on the back of the paper you ask? Well the first was simple, I would become the strongest blood mage in Fiore- usual enough of a resolution, a desire for power you know? The second gave me the idea i was crazy but i still didn't care, i would acquire either a girlfriend or simply a female acquaintance, the first would be preferable though. And the last resolution you aske? Well, after being here tonight and being welcomed by his peers, he resolved to treat them with more respoect and enjoy their company more often.
- #1: Become the Strongest Blood Mage in Fiore
- #2: Ascertain an official girlfriend/Female Accquaintence/Harem
- #3: Treat guildmates with respect and enjoy their company
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栄 Squid
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Jan 23 2013, 03:15 PM
Post #32
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Character: Rebecca Loveless Submission:
Dear Me, today... You see, life is beautiful. I always remembered the first time my mother said that, and I still remembered that honest and gentle smile she had when she said it. Of course I truly believe what she said and I’ll say it again, Life is beautiful. Although, being hungry at New Years Eve kind of upset me a bit. This is supposed to be a wonderful night, I mean… really, Last year I was eating some delicate cuisine in my cozy little mansion with all sort of fun things and obviously all the fancy wine I can have. The wonderful, cheerful moment and all sort of glee from my friends. Ah,… I miss those days so much.
But,
What can I say; I don’t think I can enjoy that kind of glamorous life style again soon. Look at this place, this little short table with empty plates and bowl, the tiny beer can on the corner, and… *sighs* I dunno how my life can go down like this in just a couple of days. It was just 2 days ago I had that nicely grilled turkey with the shiny oily crispy skin. I can still taste the perfect saltiness on my lips,… great, my stomach growled again. Thinking about food only makes me hungry, and that cheap canned beer is almost run out. What? I know alcohol is not a good sip when you have empty stomach, don’t you think I don’t know that? Oh yeah. The person who gave me that weird stare was my maid, a faithful one indeed. That’s probably how she got her name in the first place. I mean, she knew I can’t pay her anymore, but she sticks with me anyway, even after we got thrown off to the streets my step brother’s goons. Yes, they took away all my stuff, and my mother’s stuff, not to mention our guest house next door and even the cherry tree outside the fence.
*sighs* Maybe I shouldn’t complain too much. This place maybe a little bit cramped, the ceiling is a bit moldy in the corner and the wooden floor raps when you step on them, but it surely beats leaving on the streets. It keep us warm in the cold freezing weather, and it kept my delicate bottom comfy with this tiny padding near the window. Wait, did I just sound pathetic? Great, it just kept spiraling down. No, No, don’t take it that much, I’m just mumbling due to my rumbling stomach. I should have taken that diet program when my mother offered me. Yeah I have my reason to refuse it. When you have such active metabolism like me, you know you can eat everything till you drop dead or can’t move and will still be thinner than a professional model. It’s funny how I think it’s the only benefit of doing diet. I kinda regret that you know. Now I know that its gonna help me facing the slow torturing moment of each ticking sound the clock make in starvation. Yes, yes, the joke was on me, curling like this in the corner and looking at the window with… I bet I’m making that lazy pessimistic face again.
If you ask me, I would say I’m not lazy. I just can’t find motivation to move at all. Look, don’t judge me for this. You’ll understand when you have twenty servants that will do everything for you with a simple finger snap. You know the perfect life style of a spoiled one. Ahahah, yeah I guess I have to admit that I’m rather spoiled back in the house. Maybe that’s why I’m lacking physical exercise. Faithful said that my physical strength only as good as a 13 years old girl with respiratory problem. That… kinda… true. I won’t deny that… probably.
You know, all this free time doing nothing had given me something that I should probably think about thoroughly. Like how to obtain more food, or probably get myself in shape and do some real exercise? Hmm… yes, yes, that’s actually a good idea. I should start my first day on the New Year doing that. So, what? Is that what people called New Year resolution? Hey, don’t judge me; I don’t do commoner stuff until yester… oh hey fireworks. It‘s New Year already? Time pass by so fast when you are thinking about your life. Oh welp, … let the new beginning be a better one, healthier and … obviously wealthier.
New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Gaining More Money
- #2: Start working out and get better physically
Edited by Squid, Jan 23 2013, 03:20 PM.
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栄 Snow
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Jan 23 2013, 04:05 PM
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Dark Lorde of the Sith
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Character: Snow Submission:
A Year of Winter And A Question To Come So it had been one hell of a year and I really wonder how I survived it all. From hunting down a Dragon known as Hyouta to teach me the power of a Dragon Slayer, only later on to prevent his mother from wiping out the city known as Trillium. Shit that was some crazy business. Amongst the way, friendships had been formed and a special relationship with a girl who means a lot to me. Alouette Falzo, I'm still not sure if she prefers being called Ally or Alouette and so I mix it up but I don't think she minds. The night was cool, though the coldness no longer bothers me and I soon found myself outside the store of the one thing- that one little thing that held so much- illuminated by lights and fireworks.
There was plenty of them, various shades of colours and designs but they just didn't seem to fit. Not in the physical sense but in the more thoughtful sense, maybe it just wasn't the time to be doing this. The idea, the love of a family was there yes but maybe I was jumping to conclusions too quickly and to do it on all nights? Would she find it cliche or tacky? I don't know but in the end I realized it wasn't the time, and speaking of time. I was late. That could wait, besides what happened if her answer wasn't what I thought it would be? That would be the worst, but she wouldn't say that ... Would she? No, of course not. Oh, I best get moving.
I hadn't seen Alouette all day and now was the time to see her. I arrived at her door and she opened it, she didn't seem to recognize me at first but then she sighed in relief and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. The sudden burst of excitement had caught me off guard and I almost fell back, but I managed to keep myself upright and that's when Alouette realized my hands were full and I had remembered that I had indeed brought Alouette some food, a late night dinner. Though as we unpack it and we begin to eat I take note of the time and tell Alouette that we'll have to finish it off later and we soon find ourselves heading out the door and towards Quatro Cerberus, our guild.
We climb the stairs to the top at the highest point, Alouette soon climbing onto the roof and I followed a little amazed but I shake my head and grin before we manage to find our footing on the roof and sit down, watching the fireworks. With my arm now around her we begin to count down from ten, it get's to one within seconds and we kiss to break in the New Year and that kiss wouldn't be the last. I smile as I rest my forehead on her head and I wonder back to that shop, maybe tonight it could've been? No. It's quite the step after all and we both have plenty of time, we're still young and besides she told me she wanted to be his family - that's basically a yes - but for that, I need to be stronger.
No more loss. No more pain. No more dead family. I will become stronger and I will defend them even if it costs me my own life.
New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Propose to Alouette Falzo
- #2: Strengthen his powers to protect those he cares for
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栄 Gale
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Jan 25 2013, 03:07 AM
Post #34
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Character: Gale Submission
Blood, Sweat, and Fireworks It had been a very eventful year. The Sword Saints of Fiore had been reformed, with new rules created and policed, by Sword God Masamune. The reformation of the Sword Saints had come with a shifting of the ranks within. Crow, the third sword, had withdrawn from the Saints, forming his own mercenaries, and a batch of brand new saints, strong swordsmen and women, had joined the rankings. Among those the Valkyrie of Bellum and the Might of Fiore, two young knights within the Fiorean Corps that had become famous for their youth, and their power.
And yet there I was, still in the rankings as a middle-tier swordsman. I had trained with the blade since I was a kid who barely knew how to walk, and I had used it ever since. Zan'ei, my sole constant companion, had seen me through many a sticky situation. The Mark X Kagemusha, the prototype suit of armor I received from an acquaintance, seemed promising, but I still needed to test it out. I plan to do so in around a week. Something about a bunch of troublesome pirates operating out in Rosalie Island. But even with my history of training, my sword, my armor, my magic, I knew I was so hopelessly outmatched. Not only by the new Saints, but by so many other people out there.
Noel, the Fairy Tail mage I had met a while back, was simply amazing. He could've blown me away with a bat of his eyes. Kain, the hanyou-Fairy Tail mage, was fearsome in a fight. So many skilled fighters, yet I wasn't amongst them.
And so here I am, on New Years Eve, not in a party, though I never am, not taking the chance to relax, but training. The dim, flickering candlelight of the lamp glinted off of Zan'ei as I went through the motions of my style. The blade, stone and opaque, swung through the air, following intricate, fluid patterns, as I went through each move that was ingrained into my body, making up new movement, new patterns, with every swing. The obsidian blade whistled through the air as I tested myself against phantom enemies, tearing into their flesh, rending skin, and severing muscles. I parried a strike with the flat of my blade, dropped low simultaneously to trip the attacker, and plunged the tip of my blade into his open throat. Right here, now, there was no one that could defeat me. Not while I was training against ghosts of the past.
But simply fighting past opponents would not be enough. I remembered most of the men and women that I had fought and killed, those that I had encountered during the ambush in the snow-covered valley that fateful winter recalled with the most vivid detail of them all. But they were dead, gone, buried and forgotten by the rest of the world. Dead people wouldn't present much of a challenge. I want power. I require power. Power through magical might, through skill of a sword and strength of a hammer. Power through gaining comrades, allies, friends. It was high time I dropped this solo act and started getting people to watch my back.
But what if they too, died? What if they turned on me, what if they tried to kill me in my sleep, stab me in my back? What if they weren't as powerful or reliable as I had formerly judged them to be? What if I got attached to them. I would need to be cautious of them, careful in my choices and alert in my actions.
An imaginary fist descended, aimed towards my right cheek, I sidestepped the strike and raised Zan'ei, taking a step forward and lunging with the blade, piercing the attacker's heart as I pondered my actions. The small band of thieves and cutthroats I had met in Magnolia, the ones that had tried to rob me, were now decimated, the few remaining members fleeing in terror to my mind's eye. New ways of approaching the situation, new ways of picking them off one by one. But if it was a real fight, I would've been dead fifteen times over. Real men and women, real fighters, did not always act in a pattern. Emotions affect their actions as much as any other factor, something I never had to bother with.
I would need to visit the guild hall for once then. Quatro Cerberus had been my 'home', as some people would've called it, after so long, but I barely ever associated myself with them anymore. There would most likely be potential friends, allies there. If not, there could be a sparring partner. New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Train myself and get stronger, not only with the blade, but with magic too.
- #2: Find potential allies that could watch my back.
- #3: Stay on the alert against these allies.
- #4: Pay a visit to Quatro Cerberus for once.
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御 talon
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Jan 25 2013, 05:23 PM
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Character: Toshiro Togashi Submission:
Before the Year ends The day has finally arrived and now what waits is the exact time it will happen. It is already night time as the city of Magnolia is having a good time everywhere. People preparing the coming of the new year while some are already celebrating early. There are some early fireworks being shot at the sky that moment as the beautiful spectacle of lights displays all over the night sky. Most of them likely came from fireworks while there are others that could came from mages, since theirs are more entertaining to see since they are most likely controlled.
Right now Toshiro is on the park, sitting on a bench. He just came back from travelling that day as he decided to relax in the park with a cigarette in his mouth. He couldn't help but watch the spectacles in the sky as people around him are enjoying it as well. Toshiro could go back to the guild and be with the new year's eve party there but Toshiro isn't in the mood right now. Toshiro could see in the park that people are celebrating in their own way. There are some drinking some alcohol before even the new year arrives, while some are with their love ones.
Looking at the couples in the park, Toshiro couldn't help but wonder about it. Toshiro never did have a long term relationship with anyone due to his constant travelling and heavy training. Also Toshiro thinks that he cannot do any of those, not until he find the person he has been looking for ever since he left home. One could say he is driven by his goals that he tried to sacrifice his social life for it, due to this he isn't with everyone else in the guild. He did almost form a relationship with someone before but the girl left as she seemed to have something important that she needed to go, she never returned.
Toshiro puffed a few smoke rings from his mouth as he tried to stretch back, trying to remember all the progress he has done... nothing. He has almost zero progress with his personal goal as he never did found a real useful clue. He did found someone that knows that person but the information is next to useless. Toshiro would look around as he would soon saw a few old couple in the park, spending their time together. This scene reminds him of his grandparents, oh, how they raised him well.
"Hmm... it looks like I am the only one here without a partner..." Toshiro would thought to himself as he noticed that it is true, he is the only one there single. "... well it is not like this is the first... I always travel alone..." Toshiro's thoughts soon flow as he wondered why he is feeling alone right now. He has been alone at the start, so why not. It was then Toshiro started to remember the days after joining the guild. He had met a lot of people there and not only in the guild but as well as his travels.
The cigarette Toshiro is smoking would soon run out as he soon noticed this. Toshiro soon stood up from the bench as he walked towards the trashcan and throw the cigarette butt. Rather than walking back to the bench, Toshiro decided to head towards the direction of the guild. There the party is getting started as the fireworks began to display on the sky. The people in the guild started to call on Toshiro to join as the party is just getting started. Toshiro just smile back as he try to join the party.
"Maybe I should try changing some more... I should try to mingle more with friends... also I should find that person fast..." Toshiro couldn't help but think to himself as he joined the party.
New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Try to mingle more with the guild
- #2: Find a clue regarding that person... fast
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栄 Hasaki Ryo
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Jan 27 2013, 08:57 PM
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The Ace of Tartaros
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Character: Ryo Hasaki Submission:
Memories that Haunt It was a cold night in Coreopsis, the water that flowed all around that the city was built on raised mist from the depths; the mists filled the streets as all respectable folk left them. Only a few clouds dared to dot the starry sky on this night. The winter celebration had come and gone Ryo had not joined his guild members in the usual winter party that for the most part was just the whole guild lollygagging around drinking as much as possible with all sorts of games, the most popular one being poker and knife throwing of course there was drinking contests but that wasn’t really apart of the celebration since drinking contests happened almost weekly.
However the man who held the title of champion drinker in the guild was not there. For the first time since he had joined two years ago. In fact that wasn’t the only thing that was a first time in a long time that was happening. Ryo had not just skipped celebration but had not drank a single drop any booze in many days now, the result in which it put Ryo in the only state of mind he was ever able to truly reflect on one matter a matter that drove him to come to the here and now.
Ryo slowly took to the streets as the mists rolled in, his figure seeming meek and almost frail from withdraws of not having any alcohol for the first time in many years. With each step it felt as if his body would give way, he had gotten passed the shakes and gathered enough strength to walk the streets but his aim was something more then to find booze, women, or to simply patrol the streets. For in the mists Ryo sought to sort and reflect on his own mind.
As shadows bended and the moon shined down thru the mists onto Ryo a set of eyes would be felt staring hungrily, no not hungry, more so yearning, yearning for the man before them. “I know “Ryo would say in a low voice. “ I’m almost there…” he would say in a weak voice. The eyes seemed to turn to the night’s sky. “I haven’t forgotten, I haven’t forgiven, I have not broken my word my love. “ Ryo would say as he slowly turned to see the eyes only to find nothing. “Just be patient Akio, this shall be the year your dream shall come to life, and this shall be the year they shall learn how it feels to be hunted once again….They will know their days are coming to end, Their punishment is coming “Ryo would say in a serious tone as he closed his eyes turning back to walking along the street. Memories of his childhood would start to flood in. Rubbing his eyes as if he was seeing things as children seemed to be running thru the mists ahead of him, it wasn’t just any children running about however it was a young Ryo and a young girl, Akio, Ryo chasing Akio with a wooden sword. “You will never catch me” Akio sang as she ran ahead of Ryo. A soft smile finding it ways to Ryo’s face as he was able to see such a fond memory however things would seem to shift as the mist turned red and the screams of women shook Ryo. The memory quickly shifted as Ryo tried to focus the buildings that once had surrounded turned to that of cavern walls, the street that had been once filled with children playing, now held just a dead body, a body charred beyond recognition, the only thing that could made out was a symbol of a large fang with a dragon wing attached to it, the symbol of dragon fang, the body of Akio who gave her life for Ryo.
Ryo’s whole body shook be it a reminder of this memory of the withdrawals, Ryo let loose almost primal bloodcurdling scream causing all sort of lights turning on as it as the lights turned the light would seem to pierce and break Ryo’s misguided hallucination. Getting a grip as the images faded Ryo put his hands over his face for a moment, raking his hands down his face he focused his eyes ahead. “ I need a drink “ Ryo would say as he started to walk with a new found determination.
New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Become A-rank
- #2: Begin the Search for " Dragon Fang " once more
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博 Tenken
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Jan 29 2013, 02:29 AM
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Hoennese and proud!
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Character: Eric Bashere
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Submission Title Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised to find that the New Year wasn't a thrilling prospect for me, maybe I should have anticipated how exceptionally boring I would find it. It was a little bit of a hassle, being as intelligent as I am sometimes - you're expected to know things that aren't really feasible to know. And it's harder considering my age, everyone thinks I'm some kind of wunderkind but nobody ever really stops to think about how I feel about that title, how I want to be treated. No, everyone just thinks of me as some sort of monster in terms of anything I do. I'm not good at everything damn it! I have my flaws and my weaknesses! I just work to always better them, because if I don't then who will? If I fail in even one little thing everyone will jump on me and that will be the end of everything I've ever built up!
Gah, who am I kidding, I think the best bet would just be to give up sometimes. Maybe I should have expected that the New Year would bring these kinds of thoughts, it always does. Oh wait, it is the New Year tonight isn't it? Doesn't social convention say I should think up some kind of resolution or some crap to make? Why the hell should I have to! Nobody else deals with the pressure like I do, I smile and I laugh and I let everything seem like it's bouncing off of armour I don't really have, while the insults and snarky or back-handed comments just build up more and more and more! I'm only a kid damn it! Can't people just let me be a kid sometimes? Of course not! Because of how I show myself I'm always expected to be like this, I'm never allowed a day off in my life. If I took one people would be all 'ooh, Eric, why would you be so childish?' or they'd think it was a scheme. Hell, kids my own age don't even like me because of Jess...
Maybe I should just do what my dad did and run away.
I wish I knew where dad went, really, maybe I should try and find him one day. I found mum after all -or rather she found me- so maybe it would be a good idea to find dad and get some closure. Of course if he's the kind of person to be with Evelyn then maybe I don't want to meet him... maybe doing so would just hurt me and make me afraid for who I'm going to turn out to be. Maybe he left because he turned into a monster by being around her, she's not exactly an easy person to get along with, nor live with. I can't remember much from before but I remember it was hard being there - she was loving and all but she was always a little bit off. At least Jessica helped me then. God I miss her.
People would laugh if they found out how much I miss her, they'd probably ridicule me and use it to try and get under my skin. Well I'd show them, if they tried, I'D SHOW THEM ALL! HOW WOULD THEY LIKE TO DIE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS IN A FIRE THAT NEVER BURNS OUT! HOW WOULD THEY LIKE TO BE FROZEN INTO THE PUREST ICE OF ALL AND THEN THROWN INTO THE SEA HOPEFULLY TO MELT AND THEN DROWN BEFORE THEIR BODY SNAPS INTO NOTHING? HOW WOULD THEY LIKE THEIR VERY EXISTENCE TO BE ERASED FROM THE FACE OF THIS GODDAMN WORLD SO THEY COULD MEET THEIR MAKER AND EXPLAIN HOW THEY ARRIVED THERE BY MOCKING A CHILD FOR HIS LOVE! Woah Eric, calm down, nobody said anything yet. But I miss her so much... if she was here now I'd hug her and never let go... I have to find the man who did it, the one who killed her... I'm a failure of a friend otherwise...
Huh, it seems I inadvertently made some resolutions. Watch out Fiore, Eric is coming.
New Years Resolutions:
- #1: To find his [my] Father
- #2: To kill the one who killed Jessica.
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Daine
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Jan 30 2013, 04:48 AM
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Character: Daine Tyfaine Submission:
A lack of something new. New year for me was fun, filled with all sorts of interesting things and more so interesting people, the fact was it was rather boring in truth, ‘fun’ being used only to describe how most people would see it. I found myself stuck in some random party of a person who I had met only a few days before and had seemed to have taken my normal actions for something requiring their intervention to turn my life around into something more prosperous and proper. A do-gooder with nothing else to do than making me her experiment, but it at least gave me an opportunity to take the free food she was offering and lodging until either one of us became sickened by the others sight, all fun and games really.
The new year party idea was something I had never really understood, people enjoyed marking a year since they were born and the start of a year, it was less about the time but more about a reason to come together and drink copious amounts until the floor became the ceiling, and the ceiling became the sky, that sort of level of drunkenness was quickly reached by these people who wanted to turn my life around so I wouldn’t fall into something worse and had trouble at the moment to turn around without falling down, but free food had taken my attention away, but the time had given me the opportunity to reflect on the last year and all that I had failed to achieve.
Able to look back on myself without any pride affecting my judgement as there was no reason to place a barrier like that up, I could clearly see what I had strived out to achieve not a year before had failed and I was left finding a true purpose in life, I had taken the philosophy that life had no strictures, it had no hidden agendas, it was simply a time to sit there and contemplate how to spend it before like it so often did became too fleeting and your plans were left as nothing more than wishes caught in a breeze, slowly moving away from you, however the lack of rush causing you to become unaware of the haste needed in actions, a finger length or a mile away, it is all the same, out of your reach.
But I was no sulker, I had never been and over the break from the old to the new year I wasn’t going to allow that to change, Sitting under the grandfather clock in the empty hallway, the others who had taken me in still busy enjoying their own time away from the worries of the world, making plans that they knew themselves were never going to be achieved fanciful wishes for fanciful times. I decided to evaluate myself, evaluate what life was to me, what where the limited number of days meant to be for, not fate, not destiny, not fanciful wishes of the intoxicated mind, simply what did I want to achieve. Losing a goal and wandering without ever finding a new one had left me question reason, if it were truly there for me. I knew my actions, even leading to this point were selfish in terms of seeking free food and accommodation, taking advantage for others stupidity and lacking that where disguised as a feint of compassion.
Sitting there I decided that I would make a goal for myself, not a new year’s resolution, as there was nothing new about the continuing of days, it had happened for eons before and would continue to do so, I would find my own resolution, my own purpose and I would find myself. The last thing I recall doing in the part was removing one of the guests scarves from around a large coat rack, taking some time to carefully unwind it as to not pull it over and cause a ruckus, once that had finally been achieved, picking up the scarf and wrapping id loosely around my neck, I walked out of the house I had been staying in, into a thick layer of snow and through the slightly open gates in order to start my own resolution is order to find what I truly wanted to resolve, what was the gap in my life I needed filling, what was I to strive for as those who had taken me in strived to help others. I needed a purpose for now. New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Find some direction he wants to head for in life
- #2: return the scarf at some point
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Jan 30 2013, 08:25 AM
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Character: Darion Steinheil Submission:
Submission Title Oh well, at least it could not have become any worse. Wait hold that thought, OF COURSE it could... I was on a mission for my current guild, some abnoxious mission cannot really remember now, when I met a courier that had a letter for me.
Apparently New Years Eve was approching and my father requested me back home for the celebrations, all according to the traditions of Steinheil. I think this is a pain, it has been every Single Damn Year of my existence, I mean come on! What is the point of gathering with relatives that only think of how to best assassinate you and usurp the power, the wealth, the status etc etc? The whole thing is absurd really, a total waste of money, however the only thing about it is the battle event we have amongst the youngest members of the family, too show the elders how much they have progressed during the year.
So well anyway, I gave the courir the money and started goign back home, after 5 days of traveling with various means (walking included) I arrived at the black steel gates of the mansion, the guards had recognised me and they naturally let me in with a bow. The mansion was as I remembered it, all dark and gloomy, just what I like. I gave my coat and so to the butler and with my cane in a firm grip I walked proudly into the grand library and there he stood, my father looking out of the window in the darkness.
I have grown powerful since I left but I felt instantly that I was still nothign more but an insect in terms of magical and physical power, compared to my father. I walked up behind him and as the tradition says I bowed to him, after a few mintues we started a little chat and proceded with the talking until he sent me away to get myself dressed up to the party tonight. The party tonight was more grander and more spectacular than any other than what I could remember, if this was due to me being away for so long or that my father had decided to make it so was unknown, it was totally irreleveant for that matter.
As the tradition said the Head of the family along with his eldest would stand at the Grand hall welcoming all guests, oh by the gods how humiliating it felt to acts as a gentleman to people I knew despised me and wanted nothing more than to see me dead. After the last guests had arrived my father told me to go and "Entertain the guests" while he went and prepared a few things, I did as I was commanded and left his company.
As I came close to the grand hall door the servants bowed and opened it carefully, the guests thought it was my father as I could see the disappointment in most eyes, nonetheless I still have allies in the family and so after a few seconds one of my closests (my uncle) took a glass, raised it and said "Long Live Steinheil" and bowed in a gentlemanic gesture, in the meantime signaling his family to do the same. They bowed and in their footsteps the rest of the guests bowed, some willingly and some reluctantly, I got a bit suprised to be honest as to bow to the next Head is very rare and not really traditional. I however as a sign saying "Thank you" I took a glass, repeated the words out in the hall and bowed easy back to the family.
You see, in our family even though we are separated by internal fudes, positions of power, wealth and any of the sort, we are still all relatives and so we still keep a mututal respect for one another, especially the Head and his family. Of course that does not prevent us hating one another and constantly trying to kill each other.
Almost 12 a'clock, father had not been seen yet and when it was 5 minutes left he apperaed on the balcony with a magical apperance and held a speech. The speech contained everything from the family's acheivements during the year, how we had crushed a long standing enemy and I had returned with great power. When the clock hit twelve my father snapped his fingers and shouted " HAPPY NEW YEAR".
I will take over from my father and bring the world down, creating my New Order! New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Take over as the Head of the Family
- #2:Create a New World Order
Edited by Darion, Jan 30 2013, 08:34 AM.
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Jan 31 2013, 01:08 AM
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Character: Maya De Las Almas Submission:
Submission Title It was a cold night. Maya was traveling across the country during one of her many long free time between assignments... actually she could barely remember what was the last assignment. It was night time, and Maya's current location was West Fiore somewhere close to Aster Town, although she did not know where the town is. Maya was just about mid way through a wide grassy field, when she heard explosions in the distance. It was not hard once she saw the bright colors in the sky, certainly coming from Aster Town, to know that the explosions were fireworks. And that could only mean on thing.
"Is it the first day of the year already?", asked Maya to no one.
Another year had passed just like that. Not much Maya could do about it, but to think that she was still so far away from her goal. But then again, she had already come a long way since she left her home town, and she also had allot of time to improve her skills, as she was not in a hurry anyway.
Sitting on the middle of the field, Maya watched the fireworks from a distance, admiring their beauty.
"New year...", say Maya to the wind.
Now that she thinks about it, she and her father used to make new year resolutions.
"... resolutions."
The firework subsided, and everything when dark and quiet once again. Maya laid on the grass, staring at the night sky. Thinking. She hadn't done this in a while, but for sure, her resolutions for this year were the same as her goals for her life. Get stronger, and find the ones that killed her father, so that she can avenge him.
Thinking about it was making Maya both angry and annoyed, so she grabbed her cross as to take her mind off things.
Her silver cross looked bright even on that night, reflecting both the moon and the starts. Maya knew that one of the keys for her success was going to be what was locked inside that cross, as it had a magic power that could turn the tide of a battle, even if used for a short period of time.
Laying the cross on her chest, Maya looked up to the stars once again. It was such a quiet night, it was hard to think of anything. Maya felt like she could just stay there forever, nothing to worry about, just looking at the stars nights on end. But Maya couldn't herself to dwindle her resolve with trivial things like that, so got up and on her way, as to clear her mind from her troubling thoughts. New Years Resolutions:
- #1: Get stronger
- #2: Find the ones that killed her father
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