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Weapon of Choice: Light of The Darkness Scythe*Character Description:Name: Alice Avalon Gender: FemaleAge: 19Build: AthleticHair: Long, and BlackEye colour: Sapphire Blue (only in the Dream World)Height: 175cmClothing being worn: Black jeans (worn out), a plain white dress shirt, a Black coat, and Black shoes (I couldn't find any better shoes that I wanted, so this is the closest).Country of origin: Unknown, (But I want to make it New Zealand)Characteristics/ personality: Quiet and distant, but when it comes to a fight she becomes full of life, in other words more comfortable when fighting . (This only coming from the power she had gotten from the Scythe itself)Fears: That her Memories will never return.Magic: Controls Light and Darkness to make Illusions and Distractions for defensive purposes and can use both the Elements to cause damage.Pets: N/AExtra info: (Look in Character description /tongue.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":P" border="0" alt="tongue.gif" />)Back story:When Alice first woke up in this world her head was pounding and the first thing she saw was a strange Scythe* that had an aura of what seems to be light, but not quite. There was Darkness flowing throughout the Scythe as if it was the reflection of light on water; Alice gazed at this Scythe for some time… it was strangely calming. After sitting and gazing at the Scythe she looked around her surroundings and saw that this place was... Different, the trees were an odd colour and the ground had a soft feeling that she had never experienced before (or couldn’t remember) and the sky was a crystal blue.Alice got up from the ground, trying to recall what she was doing or how she got here, but her head was hurting every time she tried to think back, preventing her from thinking correctly. She held her head waiting for the pain to pass; she stumbled over to the Scythe and tripped, grabbing it to prevent her fall. The Scythes aura exploded outward to every direction, Alice still in pain cried out and tried to let go, her right hand wouldn’t obey and held on to tight, and then just as sudden the aura started to surround her and the Scythe.Alice, confused and now very scared, simply shut her eyes and waited for the event to end. The aura finally engulfed her and the scythe only it was in the shape of an egg, an egg that had both light and darkness revolving within it. Alice thinking that it was over, opened her eyes and found her self somewhere completely different from before. She was now floating in a void, only blackness surrounded her. But she could see perfectly, she looked down at her self and saw that she was now covered in a glowing white aura, similar to the Scythe which was still held tightly in her right hand by her side. It was surprisingly light compared to its size; well it would be if you were floating in some empty space… Still floating without anything happening around her, Alice decided not to bother to think about the past. Now the only thing she had company in this black space was the Scythe, Alice now noticed that the Scythe was not covered in the same aura as her self; it still had the same aura when she first saw it. She brought the Scythe up closer to inspect, it truly is quite something; Alice ran her hand across the side of the Scythes blade, the aura rippled like water. The blade itself had length, she couldn’t touch the tip of the blade, and the long handle that her hand was so stubbornly clenching onto was made of some material that she couldn’t identify. Alice then noticed a Symbol near the base of the blade; it seems to be a star of some sort. Using her left hand, Alice touched the symbol following the carved shape; it then started glowing stronger than the aura itself. Surprised once more she quickly removed her hand from the symbol and held the Scythe away from her shutting her eyes again. What she couldn’t see (or wouldn’t) was that the space around her was being absorbed into the Scythe, leaving in its place a pure White Light. The Darkness started to be rapidly absorbed, then just as the last hint disappeared in to the Scythe; the Light shone intensely and kept growing brighter and brighter. Alice now knew this, because that was all that she could see; even with her eyes closed the Light was just too bright. Once it reached its pique, the Light gave a final flash and Alice dropped onto the ground she had woken up on, upon that moment she opened her eyes and all that a person would have seen was her eye were radiating white light. But what they wouldn’t see is what Alice her self was seeing, she had gained a powerful Knowledge and also Knowledge of the Scythe, Which name is “Light of the Darkness” but not enough to know its origin. Though she could not understand most of it, she knew that it would help her in this world. When the final words of Knowledge embedded into her mind her eyes returned to their normal colour. “It was about time that finished” Said a deep unknown voice. “I’ve been waiting here for a full day now.”A whole full day, that couldn’t be right… Alice looked over to where the voice had spoken from, and was surprised to be face to face with a lizard with wings. “I’m not a lizard, silly girl. You should know that by now, I’m a Tarot Guardian, a Dragon, and my name is Salazaar.” The now grinning Dragon said. “And yes it has been a full day since you got covered in that Light of yours.”Alice simply stared at the Dragon, now confirming that it can read her mind. She was shocked that there is a Dragon that speaks and claims to be a Tarot Guardian (what ever that is) and is named “Salazaar”. “Well say something! It’s impolite to stare like that.” Salazaar said, now starting to get impatient. “H… How can you speak?” Alice said in a soft voice. “I’m surprised you speak yourself Girl…”“My names Alice thank you.” Alice said, clearly getting some confidence back. “Ah, there’s life in you after all! Good, well now that we have introductions settled lets get going to somewhere sheltered, so then I can explain more of where you are.” Salazaar turned away from her and started to walk away from her. “...And we can talk about getting your memories back... ” “Well? Are you coming or not Alice?” shouted the Dragon. Turning to watch Alice get up from the ground, dusted her self off and started to walk towards him carrying the Scythe. “You know, you’re quite small for a Dragon.” Alice said in a distant voice, looking at Salazaar. He would only be a head higher then herself if he stood on to legs, his total length would be two of her including his tail. His colour was completely Black except for his under belly and base of his snout which was a pure white. “Oh this?” Salazaar moved his left wing in a gesture. “I’m only this size so you wouldn’t have to climb a tree to talk to me.” He chuckled, turning away once more to follow the path. Alice shaking her head, followed suit, not knowing that this was just the start of a journey that would fill her life with memories that she will never forget...Okay… So some things like the Scythe and Salazaar will have to be shown in a picture when I get them, I do have a drawn picture of the Scythe I want my character to use, I will hopefully be able to scan it on my laptop and get it on here, and I’m not sure what Salazaar will look like. I’ll have to put up a more detailed description of him when I get the chance later as well. But for now let your Imagination go wild on what he will look like. But I can say now that he is no ordinary Dragon that breaths fire, he also controls light and dark but in ways more advanced then Alice could work with. Oh, His iris/ eye colour is an emerald green.Also please feel free to correct me on my writing of the Back Story, I have like a huge story in my head for Alice but it would take quite a while for me to write out so it’ll have to be kept in my to do list for later. I hope more of her story can be explained after I get the rough draft typed out…If you have any questions about her please feel free to ask /happy.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="^_^" border="0" alt="happy.gif
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Name: Aaron Carter (male)Weapon: Bladed bow; Human-sized composite bow made of steel, very sharp on the curve's outside. The sharp part can be used as defence. The arrows' heads have the aproximate format of a shark tooth. Aaron fights with agility and skill, hoping around and waiting for an opening. He only uses the bladed part of the blow to self defense, and has no spells other than summoning.Caracter drawing/description: Aaron has blonde, short hair and his eyes are very dark. He has normal heigth and, despite not looking buffed up, has calloused hands that indicate his hard routine. Wears a checked shirt and shorts even in cold places. Uses no acessories, except for a cross around his neck.Age: 17Personality: Aaron is smart, has sharp reflexes and the potential to be very crafty. However, he seldom is so, since his most important weakness is adapting: Aaron always plays by the rules as much as possible and has a natural respect for tradition. Because of that, adaptation is always a struggle, and he hardly ever crosses the line between good and bad. Any opponent who notices that should be able to win easily. He is also very competitive, trying to be a little better than everyone in whatever is relevant to the situation. Even not winning often, it is still important motivation for him. When it comes to relantionships, Aaron talks a lot, basically out of lack of experience with that. He may as well tell deep thoughts without even noticing the listener doesn't care.Fears: Aaron is, above everything, afraid of falling behind people on something. That, and a new situation.Magic: As I mentioned above, Aaron uses no magic besides summoning tarots. He makes up for it by using one or two different kinds of arrows. (something like giant arrows, net-releasing arrows, etc.)Pets: Do Tarot cards count? In case they do, Aaron's tarot is the Pope, a.k.a. the Hierophant: It represents Tradition, rules and spirituality. (Thanks a lot, wikipedia!)Backstory: Aaron is the second son of a small wheat farmer in Canada. Having grown in the countryside, his everyday is the same in the last 7 years. Not a very good farmer since the begining, the only thing that he really appreaciate in his life is hunting with bow and arrow, to the point he inscribed in the archery local champioship at the age of 15 and got first place in his second try. Since then, he trains whenever he cans in his quest for being the number one archer in Canada. The only problem is that he doesn't know how the rest of the world works; Everything that he knows and does consists bascially of religion, farmer duty and his bow. Because of that, entering the world of dreams was/is going to be something very confusing and hard to do for him, and so will be the championship.@Avalon Xionoco: Wow, that's a lot of content. Looks like a good contestant. I wonder why she can't renember her past... It must have been something really traumatic. You do realize you got to make something outsanding to fit in that blank, right? If you left it the way it is, it would feel like something's missing to me.Also, a personal request to Talonkid: Do you mind telling something about the way you'll be using the caracters? I'm not sure if I should make a hero, a simple passerby or a vill
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name: Lucas ("in Greek λύκος (lukos) means 'wolf', or from the Greek word λευκός (leukos) (<PIE *leuk- "brightness") means 'bright'.")nickname: Spadille (the name was given to him from the bounty hunters guild for his unexpected cruelty, Spadille is a nickname for the ace of spades or "death card".) I don't feel like explaining it in my backstory, but basically they teesed him about killing his family. Yeah, bounty hunters are classy guys.weapon: Two desert eagles w/ bayonets at the ends and a scope on top. I kinda want them to look like this but with a bayonet. character drawing/description: He does not wear any specific outfit. He has black scruffy hair which contrasts his bright blue eyes. He is average height with an slim, yet athletic build. Oh and he is a mutt. tarot: The Star for the hope in his eyes which never wanes. (The Star represents hope and the healing that comes after a tragic event. i.e. The Tower's story). The star attacks my shooting lasers or creating light puppets to attack the enemy. age: mid-twenties personality: I am going to give you very little here so yeah. Luke is quiet. He keeps to himself, but has learned to work with other people. He is comfortable around them, but he does not like to express his feelings as it has lead to bad results in the past (i.e. graces death). He is depressed. Due his depression, he attempts to remain objective about most things. He attempts to reason things, but cannot help to relate his past feelings to the events that are happening in his present. Despite how depressed he is, Luke feels like the future has so much potential. He does not want to believe that life is going to be horrible. He wants to believe the world is a beautiful. fears: He fears the future will hold the same as his past. magic: Teleportation, and some minor healing magic.pets: I don't know if this counts as a pet, but his partner is a talking ferret named Willie.pet info: Willie is cunning. He is very strategic and plans everything. He knows how to play with people's emotions and he does it well. He gets what he wants because he knows how to get it. Willie is also a very capable battle strategist, he knows the legalistic and can tell anyone what moves they should make next, and because of this he generally hides beneath Luke's clothes. (You can work with this, right? If not tell me, I will create more detailed description of how he works.)Extra info: Catch phrase: "I hope you had fun." back-story: I am putting this in first person, so deal with it.Adolescence: It was simple when it started, I was a lost child looking for comfort. And she provided it. I wanted everything to remain monotonous, safe, uncomplicated. But paradise is never what is seems. —St. AugustineI was forced here 10 or so years ago. She found me on the beach. It was a black beach, crystal clear waters, seagulls flying over head and she was the morning sunrise. She was all I had then. Grace was everything. "Are you okay?" She said with her gorgeous red lips.I nodded confused and wondering where I was. "Umm, okay... well stay there, I'll get help." She ran off flustered. Her blonde hair was all messy and radiant like lightning in an violent thunderstorm. At the time, I couldn't recognize the look in her eyes. My parents never gave me that look. She seemed so worried, but how could that be she barely knew me. She must have known. It only makes sense. ---Grace's father, Mark, was the head of the bounty hunters guild's outpost in whatever-that-town-is-called. (I never bothered to ask and I didn't understand their script at the time.) He was a bulky ex-bounty hunter. Although his exterior was rather intimidating, he was a softie. He once told me how he quit bounty hunting because he didn't want his daughter's father to be gone all the time. I remember the papers Mark signed to make me 'part of the family'. It was comforting that complete strangers could have such profound kindness. The smile on his and Grace's face was brilliant that day like nothing could ever possibly change. The purest hearts anyone could ever see. —ConfuciusMark taught me how to use his old firearms, brilliant desert eagles. They had a scope that make hitting the target so much easier, and if I ever ran out of bullets he taught me how to use the bayonets efficiently. He said the stabbing motion most people have is safer, but using them to slash gives you a lightness. I actually became quite proficient. He called me his young protegee. It made me happy that he was proud of me; it was as he replaced my parents.While me and mark were close, nothing could compare to my relationship with Grace. After only a month, we were attached, she was my best friend. I remember the lava creek we would always hang out by. We tossed rocks into the liquid and watched it burn elegantly. The embers danced and the ballet would not end until grace and I had long been gone. Everything felt so quaint back then.Grace and I had many other pastimes, too. We enjoyed talking to the bounty hunting guild. They were our friends, my friends. Grace especially loved talking to Greg, a veteran bounty hunter. He seemed to keep his liveliness even after everything he had been through. He was someone you go to if you want to learn something. He was the person who would tell you what is wrong with you. It made Grace happy to understand how she could improve, she was always trying to improve. "Life is about three things kids," he said. "First, appreciate the life you were given or you will never be happy. Second, love the moment it is less depressing than the whole picture. And third, protect what you care about."Grace and I were holding hands when he told us this. He couldn't see it, but we were wearing the same bracelet, it was our way of saying I'll protect you. I think I felt this way because she was there, always. I will never let go of those words Greg told me. The words of a true connoisseur of life: relating to everyone and everything. Someone Grace and I looked up to in our bliss. Someone who could make my actions not regrettable. ---The Siren:I remember the day the first killing happened, 5 years after I came to the village. A father was killed. I was mortified, how could anyone harm this village: a peaceful place. The mayor told us that a creature has emerged in the town. I had never seen anything that could harm me here. I thought I had left the place where I could be harmed. Everyone else seemed to have terror in their faces. It was almost like they knew what was coming. No, they had no idea how horrible it could be.The town hired some bounty hunters to protect them. I was happy father was getting more, but scared that the monster might come after him. He told me not to worry, it was after all their duty. I felt bad, a duty that could lead to your demise: a sad way to live.The second round of killings happened within a week. All but one of the bounty hunters was killed. Grace and I did not know him well, but we visited his bedside. "Hey you," he said acting tough. "Shouldn't you be hiding or something.""Very funny, Tomas," Grace said. "Now how are you doing.""How does it look like I am doing," he replied jokingly. "If you keep that attitude, you will never get better," Grace said. "Biology doesn't stop because of my feelings kid."The door opened. Grace and I looked back. The mayor was here. "Hello Mr. Mayor," Tomas said. "I assume you are here to find out what you are dealing with.""You read my mind." The mayor said. Tomas's tone starkly changed. "It will cost you another 500."Five hundred what I thought, I knew he was a bounty hunter but you could not possibly want money. Didn't he become a bounty hunter to protect people. How could he be thinking about at a time like —Little Richard"I can accommodate that," The mayor said. "Now what kind of monstrosity are we dealing with."Tomas's turned to us and said. "I think you guys should leave, the adults need to talk."Sometime later, the mayor made an announcement. The town had a siren in it. "Sirens are extremely deadly," he said. "They are a manifestation of a girl's largest desires and it turns her into a hideous monster. We will have a trial for any girl that seems to have suspicious activity because it could be anyone."The trials created a void of happiness. Girls were taken for anything and everything. They were unfair, they took girls for walking alone in the streets. And all of them, executed. Despite all of the efforts, the killings still happened. The town was changed. The peaceful village I once new, gone like trees loose their leaves each year. But the leaves never grew back. The Promise:Mark was always working. It was something he needed to do, for us. Whenever he came home, he was always tired, so I saw very little of him aside from training. Therefore, I knew it was strange when he asked me to come to his office. He had these large doors almost like he was an emperor of sorts. They had lion door knockers and a crimson red paint job. I thought it fit him. When I walked into the office, my eyes were instantaneously drawn to all the amber chrome. For some reason, Mark found amber lighting calming. I thought it was ominous when I walked towards him. He looked back when my footsteps started to make a symphony on the ground and said, "Hurry up, now. I do not have all day."I started to walk faster until I got to his desk and said, "You wanted to see me, father?""I think we established that, son." he replied. "Now to the point. I know you have heard about the siren problems. It has been going on for almost 6 months after all. Anyway, me and some of the other parents are telling our sons if you see the siren you should shoot it." He said. "What? You told me not to use my weapon until I was ready." I said shocked. "I know, but we are in dire conditions. And besides, your a better shot than any bounty hunter I have ever seen." He replied. "How do you know I will see the siren? I have not had any contact with it before." I said. "The siren is running out of people to hunt, so I want you to promise me no matter who it is you will kill the siren on sight. Protect your family.""I promise."I walked out of the room hoping my father was wrong. I hoped my father was wrong. I hoped the siren would just disappear. —Benjamin Franklin ---It was a few months after my meeting with my father, Grace and I decided to walk to the lava creek. It was calm and dormant. I think the volcano knew something was wrong. "Its been a while since we've visited here," I said exuberantly. "Yeah, I kinda missed the times we spent alone here." she replied. "Well, a lot has happened to the town since then. The siren and all.""Let's not talk about that. I have lost many friends because of the siren. All it does is depress me." Grace said. "Let's go skip rocks like when we were younger.""Your beautiful even when you are depressed." I blurted."Umm...uhh.. thanks," her cheeks turned a vibrant red. I blushed and she grabbed my hand. She took me into the forest. I remember the look of pure joy in her eyes, she seemed as happy as a child. We ran past the trees so fast all I could see was green. We ran, and ran, and ran, and nothing else mattered because we were together. —Paula RadcliffeWe stopped running when we were exhausted. "Let's go home," she said. "I'm tired.""I love you," I said. She ignored me the rest of the way back to the village. I felt like i was just stabbed in the heart, confessing your feelings and nothing. It was like I was nothing to her. ---I woke up to rumbling in my fathers rooms. I picked up my gun and went to investigate. As I walked down the hall, a rancid odor started to seep from my fathers room. The smell of rotting flesh. I got to the room and I could barley stand the smell. I kicked the door open, to see a creature eating Mark. My father, someone who cared. The creature's hair was stained red, her hands had sharp claws that could cut through me like butter. She was thin, boney even. I didn't make any sudden movements. There was something strange about this creature, she was crying. And with closer examination it was wearing the other pair of my bracelet. It was Grace. Grace killed all those people. "What are you doing?" I shouted. "Don't look at me, I'm hideous." She replied and jumped out of the room. I chased her. She didn't get far. I kept my promise. I had to.The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,But in ourselves, that we are underlings.Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141)Grace was more than a crush, she was my other half. I imagine if she saw her beauty, her fate would be different. I like to think if she understood she would have responded when I said I love her. But that is the hopeless romantic in me, after all the world is a cold place. --- Years later (the aftermath):It had been some time since those days. I left for the city and joined the bounty hunter's guild. It seemed suitable, after all I needed to run away. It was the only way to move on. They would want me to make a name for myself. (I hope.)I remember walking up to the desk. It was calming the desk was made of a cherry wood that looked like the morning sunrise. Incense covered the room in the most unfamiliar fragrance: light but sufficiently potent. It was the light at the end of my tunnel. The admissions desk was a portal: a portal to life. —James Joyce.The secretary was a blunt woman. She didn't have a problem hurting your feelings. She needed to be that way, or she would never survive. "What do you want," she said without paying much attention to me. "I am the new applicant, mam." I said politely. She looked up and then said. "Second door on the left, and don't call me mam. Names Jane." I scurried over to where she directed me. I knocked on the door slightly afraid, I had never done anything by myself. I always had people help me. Mark, grace, the hunters, and when all of them were gone the cautiously town helped me. It was something I did not understand yet. —Laurence LeamerI was in the real world. A world that I was accountable, exposed, weak. Change is something that is hard to accept: I never needed to accept they were gone, until then. I acknowledged they were gone, but I hoped it was a strange dream. Something forgettable. I wish I understood what I do now. As I walked down the path of my life, not just that convincingly pleasant room. It might have reevaluated my choices. I might not have ever needed to do the things I did. "So you're our new bounty hunter? It is a dangerous job, I hope you know that." The outpost's manager said, as if her cared about my safety. I nodded. Back then I never knew what to say, I was lost in a labyrinth of my own silence. "Good, its a rewarding job to say the least." He said. He scribbled on my paperwork. "Go back to Jane and ask for the training information."I did as he said. Jane gave me pamphlets on many types of combat, most of which I was not interested, but A simple magic course, it called me. I do not know why or how but I was going to learn the arts of self-sufficiency. And with that it was official. I was a bounty hunter. I lived on what I could provide myself.—Pearl Buck---My first missions were simple: protect me, kill that monster. Something I liked, it was uncomplicated no one seemed to get hurt. Or at least to the visible eye. It became more difficult when Tracy Jones, a young divorce, came in. She wanted me to escort her and her boy away from her mad husband. An abusive prick I think she said. The details were purposeless to me, I only cared about the mission. I had to protect her from a trained solider: a big request. And she had the money to pay. 500,000 to be exact. I was despicable.It was a simple plan: they stay in the train car booth, I would stay out just in case of problems. They suspected he would not come. They were wrong. I remember a man walk into his booth, and then a scream. I rushed in too late. He was already on the roof with the boy. I teleported up. He threw knives back at me and I teleported in front of him. I kicked him in the gut. I shot. The man unharmed from my bullet seemed to turn into a fiery rage when he got up. I could not figure out where he was getting all of his energy as I was dodging; he was so fast, too fast. I couldn't even teleport. I knew I needed to make a move; I reached for my gun and stabbed. They bayonet went through his stomach and then I shot. A duty of mine: I protected the client. I jumped back into the car. Tracy hugged me then confused asked. "Where is my son?"I couldn't believe it. During the fight, I totally disregarded the child. I took no degree of precautions, and because of my actions the child had fallen off the train. And the father was furious because I let him fall. Not because I was in his way. He understood my reasoning. But his emotions overtook him. I couldn't seem to get words out of my mouth as the woman started to weep. She understood, she knew the risk. But that did not make my actions excusable. When the train stopped, she payed me my money. I told her not to worry about it, she refused to accept that. The next day, she was found in her hotel room: dead. Three innocent people dead, a family, someone's friends, all because of my foolish actions. And I 500,000 gold pieces richer couldn't even say I was sorry. —Eduard ShevardnadzeThe train was cold on the way back, unnaturally cold.---I looked for a pub, maybe if anything alcohol would wash my sins away. Or at least, dilute them. Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.—Ben JonsonI woke up with a hangover, the night I cannot remember. I walked to the bounty hunter's outpost to drop off my completion form. They had forms for everything at the outpost: signing up, starting a mission, failing a mission, completing a mission, finding a mission, etc. I found it all very tedious at the time. "You didn't complete it," Jane said. "Stop being an idiot."I made the final marks on the sheet, and she glanced over it. "Better," she said. "Now are you here for another mission. Or are you taking a break?"I didn't know what I wanted to do. All I could think of was the boy: helpless, innocent. All this did was remind me of her: her lips, her hair, how scared she was, how pure she was. Why did it remind me of her? Did it comfort me? Did the child remind me of her? Was I trying to be nostalgic? Was it the brutality of my actions? All these thoughts raced through my head, it made me sick. I was suppose to be over it, I thought I had grieved enough. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my cheeks. Jane must have thought I was crazy, but my pain was so real. No matter how much I drank the night before. Everything in my mind was the unthinkable. "Kid, are you okay?" Jane said. "What a curious question." I stammered. The next moments were pure silence. She understood. I just needed to grieve. —Oliver Herford ---Jane gave me a mission, she said I should get my mind off whatever it was on. "It's simple breaking and entering, nothing you should need to worry about." She said. Simple. Such a strong word. If only things were simple. Black and white. Not needing any thought. It was late when I started the mission. The building had a large vent near the top. It was going to be my entryway: no cameras just in and out. Nothing difficult. I ran through the wast the metallic panels of the vent. It was calming the cool air hitting my face and the sound of my feet pattering on the metal like an anthem: passionate and strong. I got to where I needed to be. The room seemed empty, I jumped in; looked for the file; and ran for the vent. Everything was according to plan. I ran back up through the vent, and decided to exit at the front. I got out only to be greeted by a man with katanas in both hands: a bounty hunter given the job to protect this place. I attempted to sneak past him, but I had no luck. He swung his sword at me like a buzzing bee. I barely escaped by flipping and shooting it out of his hand. I teleported behind him; lifted my arm in preparation to finish him like I did so many others; stopped. In a lapse of reason, I ran as fast as I could. I escaped the man, but why could I not stab him. Had I lost my edge this early in the game. I completed the mission , but was I really that weak?—Frederick Buechner---A light among dark places:It had been a few months; I was doing odd jobs for the citizens of the town. I had not even been near the outpost in that time. I couldn't. I was working in a mine, trying to find the 'right' rock for some artist. (His name escapes me.) Miners seemed to fill the place from top to bottom; they all worked side by side making the walls of the labyrinth. It felt like hours before I even saw a suitable rock. It needed to be an opal, he said. I found one, but it was in this deep crack on the floor.I put my hand in and grabbed it tightly, I pulled. I heard surrounding pebbles play music. I watched them fall; the rock seemed to block an opening to an infinite abyss that's depths challenges the beauty of the morning sunrise. It was astounding: how could moving such a little rock change so much. –Shad HelmstetterBefore I knew it, I was in a trance. Something seemed different the crevice had a light seeping through the cave. The energy seemed to surround me protecting me, as it crumbled everything else around me. And in an instant, I was alone. The walls collapsed the energy from the crack seemed to have caused a collapse. I had opened Pandora's box. And all that was left was this white orb, a fragment of light. A star that floated. After time had passed, I thought about my life. Was this karma? Was this physical prison life's analogy on what I have cause others? Did I make grace feel this way? Would her worries never have developed if we never fell in love? Could her transformation have been prevented by me never existing? And what about the boy on the train? Why could I do nothing right? When all these events happened, I couldn't even cry. I felt so trapped there. I finally wept. —Colette I think I wanted life to seem less frail, more malleable. I wanted to shape my life, not destroy others. Sometime later after I calmed down, I decided to examine my prison. The Star seemed stationary just floating there. It seemed so peaceful. I inched closer, and felt its energy fill my body. It was calming as if it were a mother cradling me. I felt so comforted. The Star started moving playfully back and forth. Was it attempting to bring back my happiness? I walked closer and held it. It brightened and moved me along with it. It was pulling me away from the wall, and then voices came from the wall. Move away from the rocks the miners said.I complied, and the star entered my heart. The wall started to shine the same way the did, hopeful. They were worried about my safety. But why? They barely knew me. —Audrey HepburnRecuperating: (I really don't like this chapter, but needed so Talon don't need to interpret how he is after the mine)I went back to the bounty hunters guild, I was ready to make something of myself. It was a little strange seeing all their faces after my leave. But somehow I was comfortable. I returned my dues, collected my money. I got a new job. Rinse and repeat. I got a partner, it was the correct thing to do. Someone to keep me in check to make sure I stayed rational. His name is Willie, a clever little ferret. He does most of the business operations, and planning. I do the rest, it is a good gig. I do what I am good at, and he does what he is good at. I never was good with others, too messy. Emotions and all. (I can't handle my own after all, why would I be able to handle others.) —unknown