Fandom RaVen (DC Shared Universe)

[Ch0sen1]

There exists other realms, other dimensions, and other entities that transcends our understanding as humans. These paralogical occurrences holds host to many things that everyday life describes as "unexplainable" or "phenomena".....and these are the very things that co-exist in the commonplace of space and time, right under civilization's nose and within grasp. They hide away in the shadows, lurk outside the physical and abstract sight of many, but these anomalies reside with society every single day...


So what happens when the gateway and interconnection between the two are explored? Explored through the perspective of one of the most powerful, darkest beings known to civilization? The cambion. The chosen one. A young girl raised in the pacifist ways for truth and light, but holds a dark, sinister secret inside her that will shatter all realms into an eternal abyss at the very wave of her hand...Or is there truly always light in darkness? For one will become the symbol of both, and ascend as something much greater.


For that symbol will be depicted as...Raven.


[based on the Dc Comics character and storyline]


If you're looking for a supernatural thriller with a hint of epic adventure, this Rp is for you!!! This Rp will build and lead up into one, collaborative and expansive universe and story of the DC Cinematic Universe (Man of Steel, Batman Vs Superman, Constantine, Flash, Arrow, etc) that only you will decide!!


View attachment 68396
​

RULES


This is ONLY an rp for a story revolving around Raven aka Rachel Roth (For now). There will be the earth characters that she will encounter (high school students, teachers, everyday workers, human villains/charcaters from DC, etc) and there will be the Azarath/Otherwordly characters (demons, spirits, pacifists, creatures, supernatural beings/characters, etc.) So please adhere to those characters when signing up.


IF you really wish to create a beloved DC Comics character you must inbox me for permission first. It must fit in with the plot/story arc.


Be creative, have fun, and don't be afraid to open up to the rp!


With that being said, respect and understand the universe you're in. No god mods, Marvel characters, silly things like that. Be grounded but epic.


And that's that!


----------------------------------------------------PROLOGUE---------------------------------------------------


((Origin setup))


Location: Gotham City


Time: June, 1997


An eerie stillness invades the air. Darkness fills the ominous void of a mysterious space somewhere in the planes of existence. The aura of a sinister, oppressing feel spreads over the room and its inhabitants like a shroud. The organized stack of candles gives the room a dimly radiant golden luminescence, showing streaks and splatters of red throughout this dark, oblivious location. In the center of this room lies a pillar with coats of the same, horrifying red stains embedded in the stone surface. On the pillar lies a young woman, with an open crimson colored robe and her undergarments. She lies unconscious as the smear of red forms a symbolic sigil on her stomach. Surrounding her are robed figures in a deep, dark red with masks over each of their faces. All of their attention converges upon the pillar, not one of them budge a muscle. They remain silent, staring amongst the cold, still, heavy realm of pitch black before them. They whisper softly in unison in compliment of the shadowy, ethereal tone throughout the room. Their mutters go forth as a chant towards the pillar.[/center]


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Robed.jpg.a9870332ceacff6f51860be07c12d2c5.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26885" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Robed.jpg.a9870332ceacff6f51860be07c12d2c5.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Robed Group: "Lux vera et desperationis collapsa et fideles, Orietur verus heres rectus est ad nostrum saeculum thronum, Sed adhibere...."


The abundance of figures chant in harmony, and in hope of their reason as the room emanates a dire malevolence that matches the undisputed darkness that invades the mysterious void of area. They all kneel at the behest of the vast blackness before them. They begin to chant once more, with more drive and will than before.


Robed Group: "Lux vera et desperationis collapsa et fideles. Orietur verus heres rectus est ad nostrum saeculum thronum. Sed adhibere..."


A slight flutter of the candles appear as a mystic breeze trumps throughout the dampened room. A room with no windows, no nooks, no crannies....Just darkness...and an altar. The fabric from the young woman's robes begin to waiver very faintly. The breeze was nothing pleasant, nothing soothing. It was only a more oppresing feel, more sinister as the force generates through the room. The robed figures begin to chant with more haste, more urgency. Their muffled voices increase in the direction of the unconscious woman.


Robed Group: "Lux vera et desperationis collapsa et fideles. Orietur verus heres rectus est ad nostrum saeculum thronum. Sed adhibere. Lux vera et desperationis collapsa et fideles. Orietur verus heres rectus est ad nostrum saeculum thronum. Sed adhibere."


A soft whisper echoes throught the occupants of the room as the candle flames begin to wave about with distinction. The robed figures' voices get louder and louder, transgressing from a soft whisper to a more prominent chant of cause. Their words quicken with spirit as the malevolence of the room thickens the area like a heavy fog. The eyes of the young woman remain closed but her eyes flicker rapidly through her eyelids. The robed figures begin to rise from their knees as they slowly raise their arms to the pillar, their voices welding as one with the sinister tone of the darkness.


Robed Group: "Lux vera et desperationis collapsa et fideles! Orietur verus heres rectus est ad nostrum saeculum thronum! Sed adhibere! Lux vera et desperationis collapsa et fideles! Orietur verus heres rectus est ad nostrum saeculum thronum! Sed adhibere!!"


The candle flames blow with fury as if a tornado was passing through, but they never extinguish. The young woman's eyes begin to dart back and forth with a sense of urgency. The pillar begins to vibrate slightly as the stone surface radiates a warm, searing, dark energy seeping into the young woman. With rapid chants, the robed group's word now ring loud with precision, as they all begin to step slowly towards the pillar. The young woman gradually begins to levitate, her resonseless body rising as her dark brown hair drapes down, scraping the coats of red smeared on the stone. The pillar vibrate stronger and stronger as the once soft whisper through the room becomes a fully distinguishable growl.


Robed Group: "LUX VERA ET DESPERATONIS COLLAPSA ET FIDELES!! ORIETUR VERUS HERES RECTUS EST AD NOSTRUM SAECULUM THRONUM!!! SED ADHIBERE!!!!!


LUX VERA ET DESPERATONIS COLLAPSA ET FIDELES!! ORIETUR VERUS HERES RECTUS EST AD NOSTRUM SAECULUM THRONUM!!! SED ADHIBERE!!!!!!!!!!"


The young woman opens her crystal blue eyes as they turn a deep, blood red for a millisecond, and she drops down onto the pillar as the candle flames erupt a huge streak of fire into the air before returning to normal. Silence. Complete silence fills the room as the young woman raises from the pillar looking into the dark fray of the room at the robed figures. They say nothing.


Young Woman: "Is it....is it done?"


A whisper then emerges from behind the young woman's location. In the darkness, there exists a voice.


Voice: *whispers* "I....I am here."


The young woman gets up and slightly smiles in amazement, and slightly in fear. The robed figures then kneel back down before the voice that has presented itself. Everyone waits in anticipation of the imminent emergence of the sole figure behind the voice. The air is still, the room unwaivered. Footsteps begin to invade the airways, soft but powerful. The young woman looks on with anxiety as the steps get closer and louder, and once her eyes shift to make out a silhouette out of the coming darkness, her smile widens as she trembles with nervousness and excitement. The figure steps out once more, showing a man with purple hair.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/TrigonHuman.jpg.0d28ee86684351ba07001d4e2ca01467.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26886" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/TrigonHuman.jpg.0d28ee86684351ba07001d4e2ca01467.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Man: "I am here, disciples. I am here, bride to be. You have done well."


Young Woman: "Is it really you!? It IS!" *walks up and touches man's face*


Man: "Yes...I am before you, my dear Angela." *caresses Angela*
​

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/AngieRoth2.jpg.d7af24ae93f61df24ea85e77e50268e1.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26883" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/AngieRoth2.jpg.d7af24ae93f61df24ea85e77e50268e1.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

The young woman stands in amazement of the successful ritual. She looks at the definition of her perfect savior, in the from of an angel. Her sacrifice, her faith, her motivation had finally paid off. She stands among the robed figures triumphant, soon to be gifted with the blessed powers of a fallen angel. She sacrificed herself and her mortality to become greater, and that's just what she will be.


Angela: "Lucifer..."


Man: "No....I am not Lucifer, but I have been sent on his lineage, for I am an angel just as he...sent to save you Angela. You see? I am here for you."


Angela: "Who are you?"


Man: "I am the one who will ease your suffering. I am the one of light and the eternal campaign of absolution." *embraces Angela* "I am your leader."


The robed figures remain down, overwhelmed with privilege at the sight of their master. Their founder.


Man: *walks to the robed group* "My followers...you have served me faithfully, and truthfully. You all will be granted with eternal glory.."


Robed group: "Thank you, master."


Man: *levitates, then looks at Angela* "Fly with me, my dear Angela. I shall take you to a greater beginning." *reaches hand out*


Angela: *looks down at her half naked body, then to the man, and then goes to him*


Upon taking the man's hand, the two vanish from the dark, lightless void as the surroundings morph into a beautiful and vast area filled with lush green grass and a huge palace structure on a mountain of clouds rising from the ground. Angela stands in astonishment at the sight before her. A deep dark blue sky with spores of light falling from above. The palace contains a large golden sigil matching the one on Angela's stomach. With his arms wrapped arond her, he proceeds to instantly teleport into the throne room of the palace. His throne room. Coated with gold and ivory walls, velvet floors, and a radiant glow. Angels's bare feet on the soft carpet soothes her, makes her feel at ease. She looks into the eyes of the man, his gold, dark eyes.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Trigonpalace.jpg.510939d1a4ae3555eb49f9d5b63f95d7.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26887" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Trigonpalace.jpg.510939d1a4ae3555eb49f9d5b63f95d7.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Angela: "Where am I...?"


Man: "The realm of peace. A realm of spirit, one that does not coincide with the mortal plane."


Angela: "Heaven?"


Man: *laughs* "No dear, nothing so direct. You are in my realm, my palace, my throne, and you alone will be the sole component to ensuring it's royalty..."


Angela: "This is .....all so unbelievable....amazing....."


Man: "So are you, Angela." *walks up to Angela* "Your sacrifice has led me to you...and you shall reap the benefits of a god. You will become the carrier for a much bigger purpose, the queen of this spirit realm."


Angela: "Me? Why me...?"


Man: "Because you have so much pain...so much despair...so much agony...and I want it. I want you.


Give me your anguish." *kisses Angela*


Angela: *closes eyes and kisses back, thinking about the overwhelming scenario before her*


Suddenly Angela's robe flies off of her body with force. She jumps from being startled as the man continues to kiss her. Looking down at herself only in underwear, she then pieces together what the man wants to do with her next. She reluctantly shifts her hips in indifference and begins to pull away a bit. As soon as she does, the man uses his hand to pull her back closer to his lips, forcing her. Angela begins to struggle against the man's overwhelming power as she's unable to pull her lips away. She then begins to flail her arms and push off of the man slightly, to which he still refuses to budge.


Angela: *struggles* "Hey...Hey stop! Wait..please!"


Angela then upgrades to pushing the man forcefully and pulling her body backwards, as the man still doesn't budge not one inch. She detests him and commands him to stop. Angela's body begins to float gracefully, against her will. She can only speak as the man watches her in curiousity, tilting his head to the side as he controls her body. The man raises a hand in the air, and in one sharp motion balls his fist, causing the rest of Angela's clothes to come off. Angela screams with fear and


shock, now pleading for the man to cease whatever it is he has planned for her. He uses his other hand to ball his fist once more, this time rendering Angela silent. A smug smirks appears on the man's face, as he walks closer to a struggling, stifled Angela.


Man: *whispers in Angela's ear* "Relax, dear Angela. You are about to become much greater than you could ever imagine, everything about you is perfect..."


The man's voice suddenly deepens and becomes demonic as an otherworldly force come from behind it. His eyes glow a fire yellow-orange and skin pales, and he stares Angela into the depths of her tainted, battered soul and mutters a final statement:




Demon: "Everything is perfect..." *smirks*




Muffled screams fill the air with petrifying squeals as the silhouette of the man goes from human, to something much much more terrifying. It takes shape as it begins to swell in size, and breathing becomes snarling. Angela looks on at the monstrosity in sheer terror, eyes widened at the sight of what she sacrificed to summon. She's now face to face with the being that she put her faith into, and at that moment she knew who he was. He wraps his claws around her neck, and presses her down against the now blood soaked velvet rug.




----------------------PRESENT TIME--------------

I open my eyes. Another nightmare, filled with blood and darkness and rage. I ascend from my bed made of a cloud and I slip my feet down onto the lush, soft golden floor. Funny, I really don't have to sleep but yet I do anyways, just for the sake of peace. I exit my room with my purple ancestral garments on as I proceed to the castle foyer, where my leader and teacher azar awaits. The thoughts surge through my mind of what she has summoned me for. Usually it's for training, honing my emotions & senses so that they don't get the better of me. Azar has told me countless times that if I were to ever lose control, great consequence and the destruction of many planes were at stake. Ever since I was born she's stressed that to me over and over....but she'll never fully tell me why....only that I was the most powerful hybrid the planes could produce, and no matter how much I wanted to push myself....I couldn't.




I step out into the mystical fields of Azarath. The sky showing its usual rainbow color with the grasslands and trees giving of the multi-colored flourescence. The waters run with emerald green and crystal blue colors infused into one, astounding hue. I can never get used to this beauty. Azarath had it's dark and damp places, but here it was....like the plane I've heard of called heaven. In the distance I see the Azar meditating in the field, the spores of light flowing all around her, I approach with precision and boldness as she locks eyes with mine.

((Azarath)

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/azarath6.jpg.964c5bbb1a7df4914825e50d3a9246e6.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26884" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/azarath6.jpg.964c5bbb1a7df4914825e50d3a9246e6.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
​

 

[wonderboy1234]

A day ago:


Location: Gotham docks

Jace sat crouched on the edge of a warehouse building on Gotham Harbor. His cape flowed nicely in the quiet sea breeze. He squinted his eyes under his green domino mask to make out all the heat signatures through his binoculars of the men in the building across from him. According to his and some of Bruce's underground detective work a human trafficker by the name of Arion Richards (or at least that was one of his aliases.) was smuggling in a shipment of girls from somewhere in the Middle East. Jace patiently waited and sure enough the shipment (if you can call it that arrived.)


A large metal shipping container was lifted off the back of an incoming barge by a crane and places outside the warehouse. Inside the shipping container Jace saw the heat signature of four or six female figures. He turned on the communicator in left his ear and a gruff older voice answered from the Batcave.

"I'm assuming it arrived," Batman said.


"Yes. Do I engage now? Or do I get to use the handheld parabolic dish microphone to catch the deal on tape and then engage? What do you want me to do?" Robin asked.


"Catch the deal and engage. If the girls aren't in intimate danger wait until the slime Arion collects his payment," Bruce Wayne's gruff voice answered on the other end.


"Understood," Robin answered putting down the binoculars.


He picked up the parabolic dish microphone and put on the headphones.

He held it out in front of him and listened to the traffickers conversation. It made Jace sick the way they talked about the women in the crate as if they were nothing more than a tool you'd buy at the hardware store. As soon as one of the men gave Arion a briefcase full of cash Robin made his move. He threw down the mic and headphones and used his grabbing gun to gliding down and onto the top of the crate with a graceful thud. All four men drew their guns and pointed them up at Jace on top of the crate.


"Hello boys. I'm ready to kick your asses back to Blackgate," Jace said highly amused.


The 4 men opened fire with their automatic weapons. Jace did a front flip off the top of the crate landing behind the man closest to Arion. He swiped the man's leg out from under him. Using him as a shield (only for a moment) Jace was able to pull three batarangs from his utility belt. When the man hit the ground he hit his head and was knocked unconscious as Jace threw the batarangs at the armed men across from him. He somersaulted and rolled behind a stack of palates near the warehouse door. Two of the three batarangs hit their marks. The first sliced the muzzle off one of men's Uzis. He charged at Jace who drew his taser and fired it into the man's thigh. The prongs pierced his skin and a surge of electricity surged through the man's whole body as Jace pulled the trigger. The man collapsed, momentarily paralyzed.


The second batarang lodged itself into the second man's pistol. When the man pulled the trigger the muzzle exploded and the man's hand was reduced to a giant bloody compound fracture. The man grabbed his hand and fell to the ground in pain. The third batarang missed it's mark. Jace had aimed it at Arion's gun but it had flown through the air and sliced the back of his hand by his knuckles. His gun was on the ground as he gripped his bleeding hand. In front of him Arion stood his eyes were angry and full of pain.


"You're gonna get this you little bitch!" The Middle Eastern man screamed.


He went to grab for his gun with his other hand as Jace grabbed for his his grabbing gun and shot the line towards Arion. The line wrapped around Arion's left wrist and the hook dug into his forearm. Jace grabbed the line and whipped it towards him pulling Arion to his feet. Jace delivered a strong kick to Arion's back between his shoulder blades hitting a group of pressure points and nerve endings and knocking the man unconscious. Jace heard police sirens coming towards the docks so he quickly opened up the shipping container and let the women go free. They looked terrified and afraid.


"Who are you?" One of the women had asked.


He simply answered,"They call me Robin."


As he said that he could see the police lights through his peripheral vision.


Harvey Bullock's loud deep voice shouted,"Robin! Put your hands in the air you are under arrest!"

(Harvey Bullock)


Robin turned and glared at Bullock. There where three cop cars at the scene all guns where pointed on him. He rolled his eyes and said,"Bullock when are you going to learn that the bat and the bird can't be caught." He smirked and pulled three smoke pellets from his belt and threw them on the ground. Smoke erupted from them and provided the perfect cover for him to escape into the night.


The next day:


Location: Wayne Manor

There was a loud knock at the door of Wayne Manor as Terry lifted and dropped the cast iron antique knockers bolted to the giant oak doors. Terry knew the code to the iron security gate down the hill. Alfred Pennyworth the Wayne's faithful butler answered the door and looked down at the skinny auburn haired boy before him.

(Alfred Pennyworth)


"Good afternoon Master Terry. I assume you are here to see Master Jace. He's in the


workout room practing his sparing. Shall I lead the way?" The old English butler asked.


"No Al. I know where that is. Thanks though," Terry answered.


"Very well sir, if you need anything don't be afraid to call," Alfred kindly offered walking off down the hall towards the main hall to do some dusting.


Terry walked past Alfred and down a long corridor and up a small flight of stairs off towards the workout room. The door was closed so he opened it. Inside Jace was practicing forms of his martial arts on a punching bag. He was shirtless, his toned pecs and abs glistened with sweat. He looked at Terry in the doorway and smiled.


"Hey baby...Can you toss me one of those hand towel?" Jace asked leaning against the wall crossing his arms across his bare chest. Terry grabbed one off the stack by the door and tossed it to Jace. Jace caught the towel and dabbed the sweat off his forehead and walked over to Terry giving him a hug.


Terry squeezed Jace tightly and whispered in his ear,"Do you really have to go to New York."


"Yeah Terry...I do. It's only for a couple weeks and it's for my studies. It's not like I'm going for fun. I'm going to all these crazy esteemed art galleries. Bruce and Alfred both say I need to see and study other's art so I can evolve my own," Jace answered.


"God, I'm gonna miss you so much," Terry said giving Jace a quick kiss on the lips.


"Hey...wait! Maybe you can come with me! We can share the penthouse. You won't need a plane ticket cause I'm going on Wayne Tech's private jet. Being a billionaire's son has it's advantages." Jace said hopefully biting the edge of his lower lip.


"I can ask my mom but I don't know what she'll say. She still thinks you're a player and you're taking advantage of me for sex," Terry said slightly annoyed.


"Terry, it comes with the territory," Jace answered planting a kiss on Terry's soft thin lips.

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

11 months ago...

Psion ship

Koriand'r takes a hard hit of star bolts from the behind as she was distracted by Psion guards that are firing at her. The powerful and vehement blast hurt her physically and mentally. This was true betrayal by her own sister. Even after freeing her from her confinement she still tries to insure Koriand'r's death. The cruelty Komand'r showed when she was her captive was immense but she still freed her bitter sister and is repaid like this. She dropped to the ground like a sack of rocks and her her jaw on the metal floor.

Komand'r

(All translated from there language)

​

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Komand'r laughed manically and extremely pleased. "Now you thieving little bitch! Roast in the flame as hot as X'hal's making!" She shouted as she lifted her hands above her head and gathered the solar energy inside her body. It Radiated a flaming orange as it grew larger and her green eyes glowed brighter. She was then hit with a laser blast from a Psion cannon. The blast knocked her back and Into a wall. She knew she had to leave but she wanted to slay Koriand'r and the Psions. She stood up and gather another starbolt in her hand. A Psion guard then order two of the other lower ranking guards to drag Koriand'r out. Komand'r wicked and sadistic way showed in her smile as she throw a star bolt at the ground creating away to escape. She flew down the hole and with a smile on her beautiful face she knew Psions will punish her sister for breaking out. Komand'r escaped that day and left her sister behind and Koriand'r was punished for her attempt at freedom.

​

8 months ago...​

Koriand'r finally busted out of her cell with the help of some new friends. Slaves of different planet like her. They killed there way pass the guards and made it to a ship. Koriand'r flew onto the ship, Blasted the guards and snapped the pilots neck and toss him of the ship. The 4 other slaves now forceful free gathered on the ship and fled. The group traveled the galaxy for 2 month until Psions found them and attacked. The crew escaped and all went the separate was. Koriand'r hug them all good bey and said "We shall meet again, One day." She jumped into her pod and jettison of the ship. She shot of to a planet at warp speed and when she awoke she was on the planet we call Earth.

​

6 months ago.

​

When Koriand'r awoke she found herself surrounded by special forces. There faces were covered and guns trained on her. She looked around and saw she was in a forest and was able to see she was on a mountain as she saw a city from below. She stepped out of the pound and into the crater it made. The soldiers kept the guns train on her. One person, A man slide down the crater with 2 others backing him up. He removed his mask and show his face.

​

​

He then open up his mouth and said "Senhorita, Quem é você e por que você está no planeta, no Brasil." Koriand'r looked at him confused and then step closer. "Ficar para trás ou letal..." Koriand'r kiss the man before he finish speaking. She kept his head pressed against her purple lips as her tongue move around in his mouth, She shut her eyes as she absorbed his language. She release the man who stumbled back. "Eu sou princesa de Tamaran e eu não representam uma ameaça a menos que provocado." (I am princess of Tamaran and I pose not threat unless provoked.)

​

 

[Der Kojote]

Origin Post


August 2002

Spoiler

“Mom…is it almost done?” A tired looking boy stood at a door frame in a large house, normally a child his age would jumping up and down, filled with energy, though that was the problem…all he had was energy, magical energy. There was no control there only was an on switch, waking up in the middle of the night, because a lamp crashed from his bedside table, bookcase knocked over… The child was afraid of his own shadow. His mother hugged him tightly. “Don’t worry…your father and uncle have almost finished fixing this…they’re almost done.” The child looked up to his mother embracing him, “Fixing? Mom am I broken?” Again another tight hug, “No of course not! You’re not broken. Magic is unpredictable…sometimes it’s easily controllable…other times…well it’s like water pouring from a floodgate.” Two male figures appeared from the room much to the mother’s relief. “Andrew, Rory, you two did it?”


The older of the two leaned against a wall, producing a small rune stone, etched on it was a runic pattern. It emitted a light blue light from its carvings. “Yeah…we did it. Took a while for the spells to set…Rory had to use the suit and call up a few really old souls to check their knowledge…but we did it. If this doesn’t work.” The younger of the two men shook his head, “No don’t say that, it’ll work, trust me.”

He crouched on one knee in front of Tobias, “Hey…how’s my favorite nephew doing?” Tobias offered a weak smile, “Better…is that going to amulet going to make me normal?” his uncles shook his head, “No, it’s going to give you control. Normal is boring. You’re able to do great and wondrous things! This is just going to make sure you choose when you want to do them.” He stood up, “Anyway, Ruth…I gotta head back to Gotham. If that rune doesn’t hold. Call me. Shalom.” With that his uncle left the front door. Tobias’ father shook his head, “Doesn’t even stay to make sure the thing works…” His mother shot him a dirty glare. “It will work! Have a little faith. Especially in front of your son; He’s probably more distressed than you!” His father nodded, “You’re right, Tobias come over here.” He walked over to his father, “Alright you still feel the magic right, it won’t stop?” Tobias nodded wearily. With that his father draped the rune stone pendent around his neck. Cautiously he spoke, almost cringing as he said, “How about now?” The grin from Tobias said it all, for once a beaming smile was on the child’s face. They’d done it, after 2 and a half weeks of almost non-stop work they’d done it. Tobias finally had a lid on his powers.


-8 months ago-


The soft tapping of a chisel could be heard in the large house, Tobias like most nights was hard at work, “Come on…needs to be just…” –Tink- An excess chip went flying from the runic pattern he had been carving. “Well damn it…ahh well, a few modifications to the pattern…a nice setting, use black lacquer to fill in the lines…I can get $10 for this as a necklace.” He yawned checking the clock. 12:11 am…he’d been up late, he’d still not even got to repairing his suit…Awh crap his suit. He went scrambling for his room, if he wasn’t in bed by this time, his parents would know, and he’d left his suit out. They didn’t know…heck his uncle didn’t know…and he was the one that inspired him to take up the call. He quietly headed upstairs, inching along, his room was still dark, He uttered a silent prayer of thanks to God, and opened his door. Though he didn’t have to reach for the light switch, as that was already done by a familiar albit disappointed voice. “LUX” There was his mother and father sitting on his bed. His costume between them.


Tobias’ eyes flipped between the two. “The Archaist? Really? You were the one that came up with that stupid name?” his mother started off. He tried issuing a reply, but it went nowhere. “Y-y-yeah…I tried the Arcanist…at first but I thought You know…I use runes and ru-” His father cut him off. “We’re not arguing over a stupid name, we’re talking about why you’re running out in the middle of the night when you have free time, and fighting crime. Your uncle has a suit of souls, crafted multiple millennia ago, and an adult! You are a teenager with magical abilities you can only control them through runes!” “So?” “You’re really asking me so?” “Awkward teenage rebellious phase but I’m doing good instead of drugs?” His mother shook her head. “No…awkward teenage you’re grounded phase…. While your Uncle is going to be thrilled; though, yes you are doing good…your father and I aren't too happy about our only child running around on the streets fighting crime, that can shoot back. We’ll talk about this more in the morning.”

 

[Ch0sen1]

The foyer of the castle was baptized in bricks of gold as the gleam of the light auroras in the air give it a shining resonance against the atmosphere. In the middle of the castle foyer was a courtyard with a lush and rich garden in it. In the middle of the garden there is the Azar, levitating indian style with her eyes closed, humming to maintain her root chakra. I silently enter in and sit indian style across from her as well, and willfully lift myself up off of the soft, enriching ground. I close my eyes, and begin to talk to my guardian via the mind.

​

​

Me: 'Hello Azar...'

​

​

Azar: 'Hello my dear Metrion...how did you sleep?'

​

​

Me: 'I had another nightmare.'

​

​

Azar: 'Yes I know...'

​

​

Me: 'How?'

​

​

Azar: 'Because Azarath shook.'

​

​

Me: 'Ohhhh....'

​

​

I knew we were speaking via memory, but I swear I heard a hint of humor in her tone, I never understood these type of emotional connotations...beacuse I was never allowed to indulge in them. I had to be an emotional wall at all times, unable to feel a thing. Sometimes Azar grants me 'free periods' where I am able to use my abilities to feel the peace and joy of the birds flying in the air, but never any real emotion.

​

​

Azar: 'Express your thoughts, child.'

​

​

Me: 'Well...there was blood...and pain....and torment. Crying. There was nothing to see, everything was black. Only sounds...only concepts of intense feelings.'

​

​

Azar: 'And what do you make of it?'

​

​

I think on it for a moment. Azar always pushed me to mental and spiritual heights, forcing me to become an independent spirit of will, without giving in to my emotions. A great tactic, and honorable parenting. I wish I knew my parents. I wish they could tell me why all of this is so.

​

​

Me: 'I believe that it may reflect my innermost subconscious inadeqaucies. Maybe it reflects my desires to be normal...knowing that will never come into fruition. It burdens me, it makes me curious.'

​

​

Azar: 'Remember your teachings. Mind over matter, spirit over heart. You cannot give in to your temptations Metrion, lest you send a wave of calamity across the dimensions.'

​

​

I was always reminded of that. It annoyed me, but I had to keep it at bay. No one knew how badly I wanted to travel the dimensions, trek across endless planes to discover all that the universe has to offer, or even to dwell in the realm called Earth where my mother was born and raised. I would love to even see my father's lineage, though Azar says that he's a malevolent being, that he didn't love nor care for me. But I had to be here, in Azarath, my home. Ironic how this paradise is also my prison. Funny how the same ways of peace that keeps me grounded and focused also limits me from tapping into my very potential.

​

​

I opened my eyes inside of my mind to see the Azar standing there, floating in this astral universe with flourescent purples and blues resonating all around for trillions upon trillons of miles around. She looks at me like a mother over a protective child.

​

​

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azar.jpg.29571367f594f0b49a8844f2ede89eca.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26989" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azar.jpg.29571367f594f0b49a8844f2ede89eca.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

​

​

Azar: "You are special, Metrion. So special. You have the mind, heart, and body of a mortal, but your soul....your soul contains an innate darkness, bestowed to you upon your father. And with that inner darkness....the moment you give in to it...it will consume you, and all that you are will be lost to the universe."

​

​

Me: "I know, Azar. I am patient. I have control. I just wish I understood more about the source of my abilities..."

​

​

The Azar looks at me silent for a while. Time didn't exist here, so an eternity here could literally be less than an atosecond in any other realm. After a bit, she finally spoke unto me.

​

​

Azar: "Your abilities....were given to you from a dark lord. He decieved your mother to believe he was genuine, as if he was a light upon life. When really he wore a mask of a devil, hiding his true complextion from that which your mother and any other human saw. He himself was not and is not human. And it's his blood that also runs in you, giving you all the supernatural endowments that you possess."

​

​

I stand there and process for a moment. I've heard this news before, but each time it seems that the Azar's tone gets more and more serious. As if to push the magnitude of my actions into my mind.

​

​

Azar: "But you are correct...you are getting older and have been very wise. It is time that you know...that is actually why I summoned you here. But first let me ask, what is it that you wish to know the most?"

​

​

Me: *thinks* "What is it about my parents that makes me so unique? So peculiar?"

​

​

Azar: "I guess it's time you knew...you have matured before my eyes as if you were a flower in my sight. As if you were my own, and I have loved you as such, as will forever love you as such. But...Metrion you are what's called a Cambion, the hybrid seed of a human.......and a demon."

​

​

Me: "A...a demon??"

​

​

Azar: "Yes child. Your father is a demon, one of the nastiest that exists in the universe. He's been around for eons, haunting and destroying any good thing, anything remotely pure. He feeds off of it's corruption, transmorphing it into pain, despair...torment. It energizes him, makes him stronger, so now you can see and understand why I stress to you that you must never tap into these ways. For doing so could bring forth oblivion."

​

​

It all makes sense, it clicks in my mind. The dark celestial powers of a demon alone are commendable, but combined with the free spirit and energy of a human soul....that can siphon to be unlimited potential. All this time the Azar has been fighting to protect me the best way she knew how: restraint. Azarath is a pacifist world, we do not engage in conflict nor violence. Azar told me that all evil spirits were cast off long long ago. I understood. I had the ability of Empathy, to connect to the soul and see as they do, but now I can only help to wonder if I can indeed control my inner darkness.

​

​

Me: "I see...I understand Azar..."

​

​

Azar: "How are you feeling at the helm of this new information?"

​

​

Me: "I feel...grateful, that you have took it upon yourself to want good for me, purity. Also I feel indifference towards my father, for his ways and deceiving my mother into pregnancy, I feel remorse for my mother and all the pain that she had to endure. Carrying the burden of me in her stomach. I also feel curiousity....of learning to somehow control my suppressed abilities using the human and pure side of me."

​

​

"NO."

​

​

The Azar spoke as she opened her eyes back to the central garden in the castle foyer, staring directly at me. Doing so snapped me out of my state of astral projection and back to the garden as well. My focus slightly is disrupted as I drop a bit in the air only to recover moments later.

​

​

Azar: "You must not delve into your abilities any more then a clear mind and conscience. You have seen the repercussions of doing so throught your life, they must remain at bay."

​

​

Me: "Yes Azar...."

​

​

I want to rebel. Bad. Almost 17 years of my existence and I was still being pampered like an infant. Again, I understood why, but inside I wanted to do things for me. To have a free will, and not be commanded like some puppet on the ways of my own feelings and instincts. Mine. It should be my right to choose how to feel, my right to be able to act on what I believe is best. Instead I have to follow the teachings of restraint to "turn the other cheek" as the Azar says it comes from a man named Jesus, who was said to be an incarnation of God. Funny, I bet he didn't have take orders from anyone if he was indeed omnipotent.

​

​

Azar: "Your training will begin in a still's time ((an hour)). You are dismissed my child. If you need anything I'll be here...I'll always be here for you Metrion."

​

​

Me: "Thank you. Azar."

​

​

I then descend and get up on my feet as I begin to walk out of the castle entrance out into the utopia of Azarath. The particles of light falling and radiating on my skin with a sensation of warmth and pleasure. I close my eyes and soak in the benevolent aura all around me. Dense fogs coat the mountains from afar, huge emerald green trees ascend from the mountain lines, and a river of teal water flows off the side of the castle with serenity. I walk over to the stream of current and I place my bare feet into the cool, mesmerizing water as I sit down on the plush, golden green grass.

​

​

Me: ZINTHIOS!!"

​

​

After I call for my sacred pet, I hear a faint caw in the distance. For some reason the only wildlife we had on Azarath were winged animals/creatures. The black colored ones were the rarest, only seeing one every two revolutions ((years)) or so. I found Zinthios when I was 8, out in the forest alone where I had no business being. He was majestic, peaceful, and I remember walking up to him and staring at him with eyes filled with tears, and his instinct wasn't to fly away, but to rub himself against my face. Ever since, he's been my best friend. I look to the sky to see him floating down with grace, stopping right on my left shoulder as I smile and give him a soft rub down his spine. Zinthios has three eyes, reasons of which are unknown....maybe God's inside joke of a 'third eye'.

​

​

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/PosterArt.jpg.0178be96d800ef087ac836d197e03fbd.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="26990" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/PosterArt.jpg.0178be96d800ef087ac836d197e03fbd.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

​

​

Zinthios: Caaaaaaw! *rubs against my face*

​

​

Me: "What shall we tamper with today Zinthios? You know the drill, you call it, I'll mystify..."

​

​

Zinthios: Caaw! *flies over the stream of water and lands in the shallow water, tapping his talons against the rocks underneath*

​

​

Me: "Ahhhh, you wish for me to manipulate the terrain huh? Very well."

​

​

Zinthios: *flies back to me*

​

​

I close my eyes and dig deep down to channel myself. I can feel my spirit resonating as I begin to enter a meditative, focused state. Opening my eyes, I bring my hands to my hips as the ground underneath the water slighty begins to rumble. I sharpen my focus as I feel my mind begin to tighten as if there was a pressure on it, and I slowly raise my hands from my hips as a few rocks from underneath the water begins to rise. Zinthios begins to flap about in excitement as he looks at the rocks ascend from the liquid. I raise my hands up some more as more and more rocks start to fluently and swiftly rise from the river. I slightly tilt my head back and begin to rotate my hands as the levitating rocks start to orbit around a focal point above the river. Zinthios is rapidly flapping and cawing now, producing a smile on my face and further motivation to make the rocks orbit faster. They circle in a ferocious centripetal motion as wind generates from the velocity. This was about as much fun I could have, messing with the dimensional things for my entertainment. I converge the rocks together in the shape of a man.

​

​

Me: "Hey look Zinthios...a rock-man...Thing..."

​

​

I then shift the rocks to appear a bird like figure to appeal to Zinthios. This sends Zinthios into catatonic joy as he caws away and darts towards the structure. As soon as he makes contact with it, I disperse control of the rocks as they break away and fall back into the stream.

​

 
((@Syelle and @wonderboy1234 make sure you watch this thread so you can get notified when we post! :} ))

 

[Der Kojote]

-Present day-


“So, they ungrounded you?”


His uncle’s voice over the phone came as a laugh, “My sister does not forgive easily, what did you have to accomplish to get her forgiveness?” Tobias scratched the back of his head, voice uneasy, “I made a lot of promises Uncle…a lot of promises. Heck they even limited what crimes I can fight…” Again his uncle’s voice was a laugh, “Trust me, while fighting super powered freaks is a highlight of the job, it’s far from what you would think it feels like. Besides, you still got another year in high school. Focus on that as your main priority.” An audible hint of hesitation could be heard through Tobias’ breath. His uncle caught it, “Hey don’t think of it that way, I know your trying to do good, and you are, but you also have to realize, you are 17, you still are not an adult, nor out of school. Beating up goons is a great form of community service yes… but not an actual job. I don’t think my sister would appreciate me turning her son away from being able to provide for himself. Besides you only have a handle on your powers because of those runes…you lose them what are you going to do?”


Tobias sat there; he really had nothing to combat those points. He wasn’t a legal adult, he didn’t have a full education, and even with his practice in fighting crime, he’d still gotten very little done on learning to control his powers without his runes. He seethed through his teeth disappointedly. For being a perfectionist, making no progress on all this was killing him. “Alright you got me on all counts uncle. I can’t argue with them.” His uncle hearing his discouragement shifted his tone a bit, “Hey now don’t say it like that. Look, give it a year, and some minor crime fighting. Get a better handle on things, and next year maybe the big leagues in Gotham. Anyway- wait, gota go, one of the neighborhoods is in danger. Keep up the Good work Tobias!”


With that the phone hung up, Well there goes the day. His parents had confiscated most of his electronics, he was left with anything related to schoolwork, carving runes for his own use, and carving decorative runes to sell, and practice. Carved enough for a day, anymore, and I’ll get carpel tunnel. Ehh, some practice won’t hurt. He was alright in the blast department; His accuracy was getting to his basic standards. He couldn’t work on his shield ability. For him to practice it, he required an actual threat. That only meant on thing was left on his to do list. Let’s work on some blink spells.


One would think that attempting to teleport around one’s house would be easy, safe to say normally it is. But as usual Tobias had a way how to squeeze every bit of effort from his practice. He tapped the rune held by a leather strap on his left arm. “Offen Ein!” With that the rune glew blue. He could feel the magical energies boiling to the surface. A well spring kept shut for so long, ready to burst at the seams. It was always a rush. He readied himself. Standing in the basement he looked towards the stairs. It was a personal challenge. Get up stairs to his room without walking. It fulfilled three purposes. They were 1. Practice with blink, 2. Reaction time, 3. Cardio.


He focused on the couch, a blue light swirled around him, the next second he has behind the couch he pushed off with right hand to give himself some more momentum, the next target was the foot of the stairs. Again he teleported He pushed of the bottom step as if he leaping from a ledge. He teleported to the top of the stairs, looking through a gap in the railings he spotted the top floor. He thought that a quick blink up there would be a simple and easy ticket to his room. The result was him misjudging where he’d rematerialize, instead of being close to the ground, he was near the ceiling. The result was a crash to the ground and a tremendous “oomph!” Luckily his parents were out at the time. He rubbed the shoulder that he landed on, now rather sore. He couldn’t help but talk to himself “Big leagues in Gotham…sure…can’t even teleport around the house, gah, that’s going to leave a mark.”

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jace and Terry were now outside in the courtyard.

The two were talking and taking pictures with Jace's digital camera.

Jace wanted to major in photography when he graduated from Gotham Academy next fall. It's one of the reasons he was going to New York. He was going to the a few specific galleries that only displayed photographs and photo manipulations.


Terry smiled and leaned up against the wall and posed for a picture. Jace pushed the button on the camera. Flash! Within moments the unedited version of the picture showed up on he LCD screen on the back of the camera.


"This one's awesome!" Jace exclaimed.


"Let me see! Let me see!" Terry exclaimed running over to look.


Jace held out the camera for him and Terry took it. He looked at the picture and smiled.


"Jace I look like a fucking dork...so no attractive," Terry replied smirking a little as he handed Jace back the camera.


"Well then you're a cute dork," Jace said leaning in and kissing Terry's forehead. Terry smiled and sat down on the freshly mowed lawn and looked up at the sky.


"Do you ever wonder if there are other unexplainable things out there. Ones that we can't quite see. Like we haven't even discovered everything in our ocean and we barely know anything about space and forget the possibilities different dimensions. I don't know even know what I wanted ask now...I feel like I'm a rambling. Am I making any sense?"


"Plenty," Jace replied laying next to him and squeezing his boyfriend's soft hands,"You're making plenty of sense. Everyone thinks Batman's an urban legends. I know he's real. I've seen him. I've told you the story about how he saved my life from those street thugs when I got out of juvey right?" Jace asked.


"Yeah you've told me the story. You had just runaway from the group home and a group of older teens came up to you and tried to rob you. When you didn't have anything they tried to mug you and that's when Batman showed up. He jumped down the side of of a building. His black cape flowed in the air as he came down hard one of the thugs. Then he went to work on the others. Broke a lot of bones and then he asked you where you if you had anywhere to go. You told him about the group home and he took you back in his fancy bulletproof sportscar," Terry explained nonchalantly rebelling the story he'd heard many times.


"It's called the Batmobile Terry. His car is called the Batmobile," Jace said kissed Terry on the cheek and getting up off the grass.


"I gotta go feed Ace. You want to help me?" Jace asked holding his hand out for Terry. Terry took it and was helped back up to his feet.


"Can I please remind you that the dog hates me. And do I need to mention that I find it ridiculous that you have an ex-police dog roaming around the manor? It's huge and you have a security system. Why the need for a guard dog?" Terry asked following Jace to the kitchen.


"Because people like to steal things and we have a lot of things worth stealing. Bruce is a billionaire playboy after all," Jace replied picking the dog's bowl up off the floor.


"Do you ever hear Bruce. You know? Hav'in hetero sex with random chicks?" Terry asked sitting on a stool in the kitchen resting his elbows on the counter.


"Elbows master Terry. I just wiped down those tabletops," Alfred said entering the room.


Terry quickly pulled them off the counter and shoved them in his pockets. "Sorry Al," he muttered.


Alfred looked at Jace with the dog bowl and nodded his head at Jace,"Thank you for taking care of master Bruce's awful mutt. I swear I mop and clean the floors and in moments that dog has drooled or shedded everywhere and I have to start all over from scratch. I don't understand why we need a guard dog in the first place. The manor has one of the best security system money can buy."


Just as Alfred was saying that Ace, aka Bathound (on occasion), wandered into the kitchen.

The dog brushed up against Alfred's leg and leaving behind a large amount of golden fur on the butler's black slacks. Alfred rolled his eyes at the dog and nodded at the boys leaving the room. Terry bent down and went to pet Ace. Ace growled and Jace looked at him,"Down boy!"


Ace immediately sat down after hearing Jace's command. Jace lowered the full food bowl onto the ground and the dog immediately dug in. Terry looked at the clock hanging over the kitchen doorway.


"Crap," Terry said to himself.


"What?" Jace asked.


"I was supposed to be home by now. I gotta get going," Terry said getting up off the stool.


"Well how'd you get here?"


"Well I walked here," Terry answered.


"I'll give you a ride," Jace said.


"Nah that's ok," Terry said heading towards the door. Jace grabbed his arm.


"That wasn't a question. I'm giving you a ride home. Now come on," Jace said planting a kiss on Terry's lips.


Jace took Terry's arm and lead him to the garage.

"Holy crap that's a lot of cars and bikes," Terry said astounded.


"There's still plenty places in the manner you haven't seen yet. Heck, there's places here I haven't even found yet," Jace said with a chuckle leading the boy over to a red motorcycle.

"Is this one yours?" Terry asked.


"They're all mine if I ask Bruce first but yes, this one is mine," Jace said grabbing his helmet and pulling it down over his face. He got on the bike and tossed Terry his spare helmet.


"You coming?" Jace asked.


"Hell yeah," Terry said pulling on the helmet and straddling the bike behind Jace. Terry held onto Jace's waist tightly as he revved the engine. The two were off.

 

[Ch0sen1]

After a still's time of messing around with the environment and Zinthios, a great horn sounds off through all of Azarath. It originates from the castle to signify all of the denizens to convene for the "Trials of Peace", where we all must practice our patience and resilience through meditation and intelligence. Zinthios caws and the proceeds to fly high in the sky in the direction towards the east side of the castle near the tallest altitudes of the structure. That is where my chambers are, but trials were always held in the main courtyard as opposed to the foyer garden. I rise from the ground and begin my walk back towards the castle where everyone awaited.


Upon entering the castle foyer, I see a mass of black robed figures slowly, but peacefully walking down the hall northbound in direction of the foyer. The radiant light shining through the glass panes across the ceiling onto the floor with an aura of gold. The warmth embraces me as I walk through its streak, as tiny particles of light brush me face with a jolt of life. More of the robed denizens converge beside me as I begin to blend in with the crowd. Only a few members of Azarath were allowed to roam about without a robe: the high council and the peacekeepers. The peacekeepers were any Azarathians with the ability to use their will to shape and maipulate energy with an absolute clear mind and conscious. Of course I've been a peacekeeper since I was 5...despite my certain "advantages". Azarathians greet me as they join into the wave of beings.


[Hello..Greetings....Greetings Metrion...Hello Metrion...Light day, child....Oh, Hello Metrion...]


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azarathians.jpg.3fe2dbf85dbf267cecd3fbfa2f539fa0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27096" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azarathians.jpg.3fe2dbf85dbf267cecd3fbfa2f539fa0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


I nod and return greeting as we all pass through a huge ivory door only the gods could reach. We gradually fill into the beautiful courtyard, filled with the most rich green plants and solidified bricks of bronze. A central fountain lies in the middle of the yard with a statue of Azar at the head as a tribute to her for her pacifist ways. Hundreds of Azarathians pour into the area and forms a perimeter around the vast courtyard with Azar standing upright in the center of it. Soon the horn stops as the Azar begins to speak.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/courtyard.jpg.5b7d4e7eb6cdb16a922b9d012a31e532.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27097" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/courtyard.jpg.5b7d4e7eb6cdb16a922b9d012a31e532.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Azar: "The Trials of Peace are upon us, let us begin our ascension into the astral dimension."


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azar.jpg.12c27ba2f3dd1baae6bc2761c13aad13.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27095" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azar.jpg.12c27ba2f3dd1baae6bc2761c13aad13.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


With that the Azarathians close their eyes and fold their legs and begins to meditiate. After moments, the entire population of meditative warriors begin to slowly levitate from the ground, silent as death itself. With my eyes closed I project my consciousness into my mind as I begin to see the courtyard and all around me. I see the Azarathians, Azar, the bronze floor, everything. Yet my eyes are still closed. I look back towards my floating body as my astral self begins to fly all around the courtyard, waiting for others to reach the state I'm in now. I was always the first, perhaps because of my abilities and who....what I am. I dart up towards the sky at supersonic speeds. I feel no wind, no force, because my physical body is stationary. Nothing but a vast, clear, azure blue sky in front of me. I always wondered what was beyond it. We were not in a mortal plane, so did space exist here? I could travel vast lengths in this state, even teleport, but I've never dared to venture out that far....maybe I should. I then hear the telepathic voice of Azar:


Azar: 'Metrion....there's something you need to know about your mother...'


Like the speed of light I was pulled 10,000 feet in the Azarath sky back down to my body in under less than a second as the words of the Azar broke focus in my brain. I instinctively open my eyes with a slight headache as I look upon the Azar still meditating with her eyes closed. Was this a Trial of Peace? Was my patience and restraint being tested right now? Or did she reallyhave news to share about my maternal counterpart? I just stare at the Azar... and use my telepathy as well:


Me: 'What do you mean, Azar?'


Azar: 'I can tell you one key thing about your mother, some very detrimental news pertaining to her...on second thought, never mind child...'


She could not be serious, to break my focus like that, for news on my mother AND being very important at that! Wait...was this a test? Was this MY Trial of Peace? To see how I'd react??


Me: 'Is this a test Azar? A trial?'


Azar: '.........................'


She says nothing. Now the thought was weighing me down...but after analyzing I figured if it's really important she'll tell me anyways, and I could always just ask AFTER the Trial of Peace. This is what training is for...to use the resilience and will inside to understand and thwart any negative emotion, because now I was getting curious. Anxious. I close my eyes once more and resume meditating. Azar could monitor all of our thoughts, emotions, and stress levels by concentrating. She was the strongest of us all when it came to projection. I clear my mind as the Azar talks once more.


Azar: 'I'm sorry Metrion...'


Me: 'For what...?'


Azar: 'You were never supposed to be born...you are an abomination.'


I open my eyes once more sharp with precision, paying attention to all of the things around me. I sensed for the slightest stress level as I begin to get paranoid and quite shocked at the Azar's words, but everyone still remained silent, meditating.


Azar: 'You are the seed of a foul creature....and a weak, tainted human. You can never tap into your other side you have the appearance of a human but you are a monster Metrion....you are a monster.'


Me: 'Why are you saying this??' *staring at Azar*


Azar: 'Because you need the truth. The truth is that you are atrocious. You're the only one here like your kind Metrion. Evil. Mortal, but evil. It's a wonder anyone talks to you, do you think I raised you just because of what you are? No, because you need to be controlled, because you are a seed of evil and you need to be watched.'


I begin to feel a wave of tension overtake my body, causing my skin to tingle and my heart to beat faster. I felt..offended, and slightly pained emotionally. Wind begins to slightly blow through the courtyard.


Me: '..........what is the meaning of this?'


Azar: 'The meaning is to know your place. To never step outside your bounds child. Your father is a blooded monster and your mother a no good faulty human who deserved all of the pain and torment she deserved!'


I was taking in heavy breaths as the Azar spoke these thoughts into my mind. My heart races faster and drops as I begin to feel my blood temperature increase. I feel my eyes being pressed with pressure as my eye iris' begin to turn a deep, glowing purple and my sclera turns pitch black. This didn't happen ofter, they were my demon anatomy eyes and only when I got emotionally conflicted did this occur.


Me: 'Stop....'


Azar: 'Your father doesn't love you, your mother didn't want you....you are nothing. You will never be anything.You CANNOT be anything, lest you destroy existence. Your life is a shell, only to be crafted and viewed upon by forces of destiny, and your destiny is to be nothing. Bestif you never existed.'


My body was shaking with disarray now. I clecnched my fists together as I watch my skin slowly turn from a golden tan color to a pale, grayish-purple complextion. This has to be a trial...this has to be a trial....focus...focus....so much pain. So much isolation. Azar has never went this deep before...was this truly how she felt? I look around at the courtyard as the wind picks up and the ground begins to tremble with my body. I have to focus...it's happening again. I feel the darkness inside, pulling at me like a tug, like a small itch that I can't scratch. The population of the courtyard remain silent, focused, as if the quake and wind did not exist.


My hair begins to turn a dark violet as I can feel the dark creeping to the surface...
​

 

[Der Kojote]

“Ready for school?” The question broke the otherwise silence of the meal. Tobias rubbing his still sore shoulder nodded at his mother, “The ol’ backpack is ready to go, the paraphernalia is sorted. Also I got a trick up my sleeve should I forget something.” His father leaned a bit over the table, “Oh, alright then let’s see it.” Tobias pointed at his mother’s plate. “Say that was a book…a pencil whatever example you want. Well say I forgot it.” He tapped one of the runes on his arm, “of course, I’d say offen under my breath…and this would probably be done in a bathroom, less people around. But, watch.” His mother watched in horror as her plate filled with delicious food now appeared on her son’s hand. “My food!” She quickly snatched her plate back. His father burst out in laughter at the shock of his wife’s face. Retribution was swift as she punched both of them in the arm lightly. “You two just can’t let a person eat a meal in peace can you?” Tobias shrugged, “Hey, dad wanted an example. I gave him one.” His mother shot him a dirty look, “You could have stolen his.” His father gave a quick look of disappointment, to appease his wife, after Mrs. Klaus went back to eating her food, His father grinned and mouthed. “Great job” while suppressing a laugh.


After the dinner Tobias headed to the library. Entertainment still eluded him, and practice was out of the question now that his parents were back. Reading might lift the specter of a droll day. He brought a few books to the reading desk, Half of them were for practical purposes, older tomes, some with spells and rites in Latin, others were old German, the oldest were twice transcribed from old Norse and druidic rituals. He flipped through a few of the books. Some of them he couldn’t make out a lick of them. Most of them were really old and dusty as a tomb. Though one text that looked particularly ancient actually didn’t have a load of dust, he flipped through the pages. He noticed an old folder, “Date listed…2002? Huh…Wonder if this is where they got the rune idea from.” He opened the folder, flipped through the notes, father’s handwriting alright. He kept flipping through. He didn’t hear the footsteps behind him.


“Found them did you?” He looked back, it was his dad. “That was a tough few weeks, and a lot of sleepless nights…When you showed magical talents at a young age…we were proud. Happy as could be. Then your issue arose. At first we thought it was going to pass…then it kept getting worse.” He looked gloomy, “I swore to your mother, ‘I’m going to fix this, I don’t care how long it takes I’m going to fix this.” He put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “We did, and here you are…great grades in school for the past few years, normal social life, you’ve taken to the utilization of your gifts for good. Sure, you should have told us about the whole Hero business…and it may not seem like it, but we’re proud of you.” Tobias could only let out a grin, he returned to looking at the notes, as his father began to walk away. Reading further he called out back to his father. “Hey dad…As they guy who made these runes to contain the magic…what would happen should they all…umm.” His father paused at the doorway. “Turn off? He tapped a finger against the door frame. “Those runes are like a dam. They block your magic flow into something you can manage. Your power kept growing when you were younger…It probably still has.” He looked back at his son, sitting at the desk. “Turning all those runes off…you’d get a massive power boost…but it would be a double edged sword. I don’t know how long you’d last. Your body would be burning from all the repressed energies. It’d probably be agony.” Tobias looked at his runes; he gulped much the same way one does, when they learn an enemy is after them. “That’s kind of disconcerting…” His father sighed, “That’s also why even when you “open” a rune, still some of the effects are still active. You could “open” all three of them…and you’d still be safe, you only cracked the floodgates open. You didn’t break them all down. Anyway, I don’t see you needing to do that. Still always be careful.”


His father walked out of the room after that, Tobias was left staring of at the wall. Well that Father son, moment ended on a dark note. He folded up his father’s papers into the book again. I think I’m going to hold off on reading for a while.

 

[Ch0sen1]

Azar: 'Do it Metrion....show us the monster you are...destroy the world you love, your home, all because you're hurt. All because you're a child, a fawn at the wake of your sinister roots...'


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azar.jpg.8adce14e0430c76242a45b833138402b.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27119" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Azar.jpg.8adce14e0430c76242a45b833138402b.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Me: "GRRRR!!!!"


The Azarathians then open their eyes, still levitating while loooking at me growl and clench my body at the resistance of this upforth power teeming on the inside. I can feel my blood and it pulse points pulsating with fury. My heart pounding with fear and grief.....I can't let it consume me...can I? Was this a test to see if I could quell it? Or control it? I then remember the Azar's words ringing in my head.


Azar: 'You are nothing but a monstrosity Metrion!! Do it!!! DO IT!!!'


I felt it. I was brewing on the inside and the darkness beckons me to release it. I hold my breath in resistance as veins begin to apper on my neck. My muscles pound against my flesh as they begin to swell, and the ground begins to shake heavy with an unruly force. Everyone is levitated, but the Azar begins to ascend even more, finally opening her eyes and just staring at me. No words, no more telepathy, just staring. The wind carries heavy and pushes all the extravagant plants in the courtyard to a heavy lean, ready to whisk them from their roots in the terrain. I see Zinthios flying from a distance directly vertical, trying to escape the coming chaos....and then I thought of Zinthios...my companion...my friend. I never want him to be afraid of me. I close my eyes and shoot my spirit into his to feel his emotions. Urgency, confusion. I use my Empathic abilities to absorb his emotions to feel them for myself, and then understand them so that I may quell them.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/PosterArt.jpg.1ea19c0082bf9a8e11bcc89b8e993af0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27121" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/PosterArt.jpg.1ea19c0082bf9a8e11bcc89b8e993af0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


His urgency...he wishes to escape from the unkown turmoil before him, and quickly. That leads to his confusion, as he has no idea why it's happening...wait...what's this? Another emotion? Concern...not for his life or well being....but for mine. He's worried about me, he's flying high up to search vast distances to find me....Zinthios' compassion...it's soothing...warming. I open my eyes and unclench my fists as I stand up from my crossed leg position, but still levitates.


Me: "I'm no monster, Azar. And if I am....I'm a rather attractive one."


I stare into the eyes of the Azar as mine return to their crystal sliver color. My skin tone warms back to a nice light bronze. The ground stops shaking and the wind dies down.


???: "A monster does not show compassion and thought as you did my dear..."


An old, weary voice reaches the courtyard as it spreads to every last one of us. I knew the voice anywhere. Old but powerful, weary but experienced. A tall, stout elder walks down from a roof on the castle on air until he reaches the ground in front of the Azar. His spirit staff in hand. He looks at me with eyes of promise and reason.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/HighMagistrateComan.jpg.2be94f263098ffa44ce7a0a6fbcff99d.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27120" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/HighMagistrateComan.jpg.2be94f263098ffa44ce7a0a6fbcff99d.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Elder: "You have trained her well, Azar...I'm not sure any one of the other Azarathians would have even showed restraint..."


Azar: *smiles* "Yes....Metrion is indeed a light among us all, I would have never went as deep if I knew she couldn't handle it High Magistrate Coman."


High Magistrate Coman: "She gets stronger by the still...."


CAWW!!


Zinthios then flies down onto my shoulder and rubs his head against my cheek. I return a smile as I felt his compassion earlier. The ensemble of the courtyard begins in applause at me for my willpower for a brief moment, before returning to their meditative states. Azar just looks at me with a face of impressment. She didn't use telepathy to talk to me this time, she just remained silence, but I could read how proud of me she was through her smile. Funny, if it wasn't for Zinthios....dimensions knows what would be of Azarath at this moment.


Me: *to Zinthios telepathically* 'Back to the chambers, Zinthios. I promise nothing will occur again, companion'


Zinthios flutters in shock at my communication. He never could get over me speaking to him via mind, sometimes I just want to delve inside his spirit to feel what he feels when I do it, but instead I find it quite humorous, so no need to spoil the fun. He looks at me and swiftly flies away into the reaches of the sky before vanishing near the east side of the castle.


???: *telepathically* 'Metrion...!'


Me: *closes eyes, meditates* 'Yes Theron.'


Theron: 'That was marvelous...I must admit I was quite worried.'


Me: 'I had it under control.'


Theron: 'Hey I was contemplating...want to travel the hills after this? It'd be nice to see the environment..'


Azar: *interrupts* 'I can still channel thoughts you know...I'm listening. Trials of Peace are for PEACE and TRIAL.'


Theron: 'Oh! Err Sorry Azar, I'll just project now...'


I begin to smile in my meditative state at the Azar's mental interruption. I wanted to push my mind one day, to see if I could channel multiple waves of energy as she does, but doing so would probably risk me going all "dark side". I had to admit, the thought of that does startle me. To potentially destroy my people, my home, life all because I had some tantrum. I would give anything not to harm them.....but how I would give everything to just feel, to just be normal. To cry when I want, to yell when I'm angry...to fulfil my human side and have a mortal life....but I beleive it's what humans would call a "pipe dream".


I had just unintentionally triggered two emotions: desire, sadness.
​

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

6 Months ago...

​

Koriand'r sat in a interrogation room at a military base, Guards posted outside the door carrying high powered weapons encase was to attack. She was wearing a cloak to cover herself. Before the cloak she only wore a some kind of alien bikini. She still wore it underneath. She was a little tense, She feared that she would be put into slavery once more but by the look of the tech on the planet it was semi-primitive. She waited there until she heard a voice said speaking from a microphone. It asked "Koriand'r is your name, yes?" It asked in Portuguese but thanks to her kiss from earlier with the soldier she learned it.


"Yes, Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran." She stated proudly keeping her calm.


"Are you female?" The male voice asked from the speaker. It was the same voice of the man she kissed.


"I'm I female, I am a princess. You think i am a male?" She retorted and ended with a laugh. The idea of it was hilarious.


"Why are you here on Brazil? Why have you come to earth!?" He asked cutting to the chase.


"Do not raise your voice at me please!" She said returning with a louder voice. She then returned it to normal. "I came her after retreating from a attack on my ship. I must have landed her after the battle. I choose the closets planets with life on them and your planet was the less obvious."


"Why were you dress like that when you first stepped out the pod?"


"What do you mean? I were what I normally do on my home planet." Se responded confused.


"You dress quite reviling Koriand'r."


"And from what I see you people dress quite restrictive." She retorted. "My people dress this way to absorb solar power to allow flight but in my case much more."


The voice and Koriand'r spoke more until they had a team of scientist come inside. She saw how they were dressed, Like Psions! She threw the cloak off and grabbed a scientist by his neck and applied pressure. Another one yelled for her to stop strangling the other. "Please stop, Back up, Back up." Koriand'r threw the scientist into the other as the soldiers in black dotted inside the room with there guns pointed at her.


"Stop!" The voice said before a battle broke out. "Princess Koriand'r! There is no need to fight. The scientist only want a pint of your blood for study." He said.


"No! No more studies and no more experiments!" She then looked up to the ceiling and shot out a large pink beam of energy from her green eyes. The starbolts blasted through the stone ceiling and she then flew upwards as rumble smashed into her body. She repeated this action until she had made it out of the Brazilian base. As she rose into the night sky she saw the planets beauty. The dark sky with stars twinkling in it like gems. The full moon shinned bright over the city she could see below her. She looked down at it shinning light and how inviting it was.

"Stop Koriand'r!" The solider from early yelled with a microphone. "We do not want your prensent to start a panic. We understand your outburst." He told her. "You said no more experiments correct? We have no such plan, We only want to check your blood in case you brought some kind of disease. More testing on it might go on with it but you have no need to be afraid of us. We seen what you are capable of, You have nothing to fear from us." He explained.


Koriand'r starred down at the man from the warm night sky. "Tell me, What is your name? You know mine so I must know yours." She asked him as she slowly descended to the ground.


"My name is Ramon Franco, recently appointed Special forces leader." He stated lowering his microphone and sticking his hand out for a hand shake with a smile. "Nice to meet you Koriand'r."


She landed to the ground and smiled. She looked at his hand and gave him a confused look. She then moved closer and gave him another kiss that looked as passionate as the first. "Nice to me you too...Ramon Franco. I shall trust you but cross thee and I will not hesitate you incinerate you. " She said cheerfully after removing her lips from his. "Tell me, Are all men on 'Earth' so short?"

​

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jace drove the bike down Terry's street and pushed down on brake handle. The bike slowed and came to a stop at on the curb in front of Terry's apartment complex.

Jace planted his feet to keep the bike upright as the motor continued to rule between his legs. Jace pulled the keys from the ignition and pushed down on the kickstand with his foot.


Terry then got off the bike pulling the helmet off his head. He shook out his auburn hair and smiled at Jace.


"What a rush!" He exclaimed.


"Why do you think I ride?" Jace asked sarcastically getting up off the bike, helmet in hand.


"You didn't have to get off the bike you know," Terry said trying to hand Jace the helmet.


"Keep it tonight. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to school," Jace said.


"You sure? You'll have to get up mighty early to accomplish that feet," Jace mentioned.


"You normally walk. Might as well treat you to a ride on this beauty every once in a while. Isn't that was boyfriends do?" Jace asked. That was the first time he'd been comfortable enough with himself to admit that Terry was his boyfriend. Terry was obviously slightly shocked and he smiled at Jace blushing slightly.


"So does that mean we're officially a couple and not just two dudes who hang out and kiss each other?" Terry queried.


"Guess that's what it means," Jace said leaning in and passionately planting a kiss on Terry's lips. Terry's lips softened as he kissed back and grabbed the back of Jace's head. Jace planted his hand on Terry's hips and pulled him closer. Jace opened his mouth a little wider and Terry gently slid his tongue in Jace's mouth. He felt it's warmth and Jace rolled his tongue around Terry's. Jace pushed his lips closer against Terry's and rolled his tongue around inside Terry's mouth. Jace felt the warmth and closeness of Terry and he never wanted it to end but of course it had to end. Terry pulled back and gave Jace a tight squeeze.


"I'll see you tomorrow. Get home safely. Ok?" Terry said planting a kiss on Jace's cheek. Smiling he took Jace's hand and started swinging their arms up, down, and to the side before Terry pulled away and headed towards the gate to the complex. Jace watched as he punched in the security code and opened the gate and shut it. He blew a silent kiss in Terry's direction and pulled on his helmet and getting back on his bike.


The next morning:


Jace woke up early(like 5:30 am), headed downstairs, ate a pop tart, and went upstairs to shower and get dressed in his uniform before picking up Terry. After his shower he threw on his prep school clothes and started heading towards the garage.


He stopped halfway there because the giant antique grandfather clock was open or slid to the side revealing the secret entrance to the batcave.

Bruce had been in there a lot lately. He was working later than usual. Joker had escaped from Arkham Asylum again and this time he had taken his Doctor, Dr. Harleen Quinzel, hostage. They'd been somehow laying low since the escape. They've been underground for almost flour days now. Bruce was starting to stress out. He'd never ask for help or accept it if you offered. Bruce was the kind of guy who told you what to do and you did it, no questions asked. Despite this Jace headed into the hole next to the clock and into the Batcave. Bruce was at the giant mega computer in the center of the cave.

His brown hair was a mess. His cape and cowl left mindlessly on the floor behind the giant leather arm chair. His black gloves and cape draped over the armrests of his chair.


Jace dropped his backpack off at the top of the staircase and headed down to join his mentor. He came up behind Bruce and observed all the pop ups and open files one of the three the giant ceiling high flat screens that made up the bat computer.


"Anything new?" Jace asked.


"Well, he's obviously covered his tracts pretty well this time. I've made a pattern of events based on the footage from the few security cameras in Arkham. The Joker escaped around 1:29 in the afternoon and he used Dr. Quinzel's car as the getaway vehicle. They must have ditched the car because Gordon's men found it abandoned on the street with no sign of the two. I went to talk to Cobble last night. He told me he knows very little about the Joker's escape and whereabouts but he'd look into it for me.," Bruce stated


"Why would you go talk to Penguin for information?" Jace asked.


"Because he knows everything and everyone in the underground. You just have to 'persuade' him to talk to you," Bruce answered looking at Jace,"So...why are you awake so early this morning?"


"I'm giving Terry and ride to school this morning," Jace said looking at the time on his cell phone,"Sorry Bruce but I gotta go if I want to get to school on time."


"Tonight rooftop across from the Catscratch Gentlemen's Club at 11:20 be there. Gordon told me that vice believes that the owner is running an illegal prostitution ring and that a few of the girls may even be underage. They're investigating but don't have enough evidence. You need to get that evidence," the unmasked Batman ordered.


"On it sir," Jace said,"I won't let you down."


Jace left the cave and got on his bike to meet up with Terry and take him to school.

 

[Der Kojote]

“So is this year when we finally get to see the inside of your house?” Tobias never wanted any of his school friends to see the inside of his house, too many things that could reveal the whole, “I’m a human that can use magic” situation. His response to his friend over the phone was the usual line, “You know my parents; they don’t want anyone over.” The annoyance from his friend’s voice was more than apparent. “Tobias, you remember I’ve met your parents…nice as can be. They don’t strike me as the “keep the world out type” what the hell are you hiding there? Dead bodies, a secret underground lab, Are you batman or something?”


Tobias Could only let out a laugh. “If I was batman, that would be amazing, however, I kind of need to sleep, and if the rumors are true, he doesn’t. Or at least he’s nocturnal. Don’t know how anyone maintains that sleep schedule.” He actually did have a clue. The answer was at first very poorly. Night crime fighting was a pain to get used to at first. The first few nights you feel like you’re going to fall over from exhaustion. Then you get used to it. Though the same problem arises during the day, and then taking a nap or two during the day is a requirement.


“Yeah, guy must never get shut eye. By the way, what in God’s name did you do to piss of your parents to get grounded for two MONTHS. Weeks? Reasonable, but months?” Tobias responded as dryly as he could. “I decided to fight crime.” The was a short pause on the phone. “Lame joke man. You broke a really expensive vase didn’t you?” “Totally and completely, Mom and Dad were ticked…apparently it dated back to 18th century? It could have been worth a pretty penny.”


That was the cover story he’d been using for most of his friends. To be fair a little outlandish…but it did work. It was quite understandable as well; to react to the potential loss of so much money. “Wow, just…wow. I don’t know who would feel worse in that situation…you or your parents.” Tobias again responded dryly. “I did feel horrible, they felt worse. I mean they grounded me for two months! The action kind of speaks for itself.” Tobias then heard another noise the taping of his mother’s finger on the door frame.


“Mom’s here…I have to get off the phone. Later.” Phone hung up he turned to his mother. “Between calls to your uncle and your friends calling you, I think you currently are the main contributor to the rising phone bill.” Tobias mulled it over a bit in his head, “potentially…I’ll give it a rest…anyway crime fighting tonight?” He mother shook her head, “Not tonight, I want your mind on school, get past school I give you my blessing to save people by throwing yourself into danger every day. Besides, no trouble really rises around here… it’ll be a cold day in heck that a situation will be bad enough that the police won’t be able to deal with it.


(running out of random life scenes to post >.> may need to just hold of until characters start intersecting.)

 

[Ch0sen1]

((what city are you in @Der Kojote ? )) 
((PSA: Everyone, we are rping present time of 2014. Everything before has happened and can be taken into account, 2015 and beyond has not happened yet on the timeline))

 

[Der Kojote]

(@Ch0sen1 I've left it vauge as I don't know What city we're going this in myself xD )

 

[Ch0sen1]

((you can be wherever you want haha! Raven is in Azarath/another dimension for now but will but going to school in NYC soon, Robin is in Gotham which is miles away from NYC, and Starfire is under Brazilian military watch right now. You could go to the high school that Raven will be at? @Der Kojote ))

 

[Der Kojote]

(That'll work @Ch0sen1 )

 

[Ch0sen1]

Location: Gotham City


Time: June 1997


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Gotham.jpg.d0e308b22fd58444b750332627529097.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27266" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Gotham.jpg.d0e308b22fd58444b750332627529097.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


In the dark room in which the man was summoned...the candles still burn with passion and fury, still releasing it's golden dim light across the room. The same red stains coat the stone pillar as well as the floor and walls of the abyss, but now there was silence. Now there was death. Crimson robed figures lie scattered all throughout the room, lifeless, drained. Their blood leaks and spills from their bodies as the purplr haired demon stands in the midst of the room, skin bathed and covered in their blood. He stands smiling, eyes closed, basking in this moment as if the sun gleamed on his face. Raising his hands by his side dark mist begins to pour from the lifeless bodies into his being as their screams echo through the mist. The mist enters through his chest, mouth, and ears.




Demon: "Yeeesssss....."




The dark mist enters him as his eyes turn a fiery yellow-orange. And then....nothing. More silence, nothing moved, the air was still. Nothing but the bloodied bodies of the disciples were left. Suddenly, the corpses spontaneously burst into flames, their flesh melding into crisp as the mystical scorch sears their anatomies into ash.


In downtown Gotham, a woman with blood on the backside of her body and a crimson robe with mangled undergarments roams the dark alleys alone. Her cries fill the night air as rain and lightning fills the atmosphere, only complimenting her pain and torment. She stumbles barefoot, legs shaking weak from her struggle as she leans against a wall and begins to bawl. She slumps down on the brick wall and releases her weak cries. She runs her trembling hands over her her stomach as the old blood smears around it. She spots a garbage bin across the alley with a broken bottle right beneath it, taking her mind instantly to an easy escape. She could end it all, avoid this catastrpohe that just occurred to her. She weakly crawls over to the broken glass and takes a piece and grips it tightly, causing a slight rip in her hand. She looks down at her wrists right at the vein underneath and breaks down at the thought. Just as she was about to apply the glass, a intense bright light shines on her as she looks into the abundance of shine in front of her. She shields her eyes as she hears the impact of something metal hit and a figure emerges, forming a huge shadow in the light. It approaches the woman and stands over her, slowly reaching it's hand out to grab her...


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/AngieRoth2.jpg.003088b8c46de70bb2bad1e23b2c5856.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27263" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/AngieRoth2.jpg.003088b8c46de70bb2bad1e23b2c5856.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Man: "Miss!! Miss are you okay!?" *radios in* "Dispatch, I need a paramedic on site of the west alley beside Monarch Theater I have a half naked woman with I think is blood on her and she's on the verge of passing out. Hang in there miss, what's your name?"


Woman: *cries*


Man: "Hey hey...it'll be okay, look at me..my name is Detective Jim Gordon, are you hurt?"


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/DetectiveGordon.jpg.08f5100d84100f7aa1094eb0304668f0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27265" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/DetectiveGordon.jpg.08f5100d84100f7aa1094eb0304668f0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


The woman just looks at the detective with lost, longing eyes.




Woman: *sobs* "The end is coming.....the end is coming.....the end is coming...."

----------------------------------Present Time--------------------------------------------------


A great horn sound off through all of Azarath. Trials of Peace are over. All of the people descend from their spiritual highs and begin to rise from their positions and go on about their day. I stand up, still feeling the emotional toll of the past hour. Everyday I fought these emotions, so that I don't get consumed into intense feelings. The Azar descends from levitation and smiles at me with pride. I guess it was a trial...but did she have to go that far? Sometimes I wanted to just be isolated from it all...but I knew nothing would be solved if I did so. I begin walking to my room as I hear Theron calling to me from behind.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Theron.jpg.70d59a86e5379b0cc813b6a526bcd179.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27268" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Theron.jpg.70d59a86e5379b0cc813b6a526bcd179.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Theron: "Hey Metrion!!" *runs up*


Me: "Hello, Theron.."


Theron: "Sorry for the incursion earlier...thought Azar was going to banish me to confinement..."


Me: "Heh..."


Theron: "So hey I was thinking that we trek the hills, go enjoy the beauty."


Me: "I'm kind of drained, I just wish to relax."


Theron: "Oh...very well, shall I escort you to your chambers?"


Me: "I'm fine Theron."


Theron: "Alright then, well if you wish to convene then just summon me" *smiles*


Me: "I'll do that, yes."


Theron then splits off into the reaches of the castle as I climb the gold-ivory steps up towards the upper levels where my room resides, as Azarathians greet and praise me on my way up.





[Very well, Metrion.....Greetings....Well done, dear child....Hello Metrion, stellar focus today...]





One voice stands out from all the rest, a loud, reaching, annoying voice that I really did not want to hear: Juris. Juris always lived to detest and belittle me at every chance he was granted. A part of me analyzed that it was a result of fear, that maybe he was afraid of who I was and voiced his as well as the others' REAL feelings towards me. The sight up Juris climbing the stairs to meet me caused my blood to heat.


Juris: "Metrion Metrion Metrion.....you never cease to amaze.."


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Juris.jpg.f5ba4836cca1551d81e6e0c70d26a3d2.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27267" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Juris.jpg.f5ba4836cca1551d81e6e0c70d26a3d2.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Me: "Juris....you never cease to say things no one cares of..."


Juris: "Speak for yourself, cambion....you almost destroyed us all back there...and you expect us to adorn you?"


Me: "By us I'm assuming you mean you, since you're always all alone. Is this an affection thing? Projecting your feelings of interest on me through discrimination and sullied words? It's not that attractive."


Juris: "Hah!! Funny Metrion...I'd no sooner court you than I would run myself through."


Me: "Then you have no reason to keep badgering me with ineffective banterings of an infant. Good day." *walks off*


Juris: "Good day cambion, I'm sure your mother would be so proud." *smirks*


Me: *stops walking and faced Juris. I use my empathic projection to telepatically push a thought into his mind*


Juris: "HARK! EVERYONE!!!" *climbs to the top of the stairs and yells* " I HEREBY PROFESS MY LOVE TO METRION!!!! I LOVE HER!!!"


Me: *turns around and walks up the 2nd flight of stairs with a smirk*


Juris: *regains consciousness, stands there confused as Azarath stares at him in bewilderment*


Once I reach my chambers, I open the door as Zinthios sits at the window pane. He caws at my entrance as I plop on my velvet silk sheets. Zinthios then flies on my chest and stares at me, I think he senses my stress. We developed an extreme bond over out time together here in Azarath. I levitate from the bed as I close my eyes and just let my mind drift. Mother, Azar, Theron, Azarath, Love, Peace, Father, Cambion.....a human and a demon. I've never been outside of Azarath, so I didn't know how big of a matter it was. Cambion...cambion. Sounded like an evil deer or something. Evil....was I...evil? Pretending to be this....pacifist? Couldn't think heavy on it now.


((Royal Room)


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Chambers.png.b0daa24d76db319c238376f3b2b5d890.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="27264" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_08/Chambers.png.b0daa24d76db319c238376f3b2b5d890.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Azar: *telepathically* 'Metrion, you have done exceptional, my apologies for pushing those dire words and thoughts to you, but I knew you were ready.'


I chose not to say anything. I had almost lost myself, sure I showed great strength, but also great fury. I continued to drift away as Zinthios walks about on my torso. But the thought did arise: What was I created for? Why would my father force himself onto a weak, feeble human? What was the end game? What exactly do I represent?
​

 

[Ch0sen1]

((sorry guys I'm back xD ))

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

What happen?

 

[Ch0sen1]

Apparently I posted explicit content or something? These admins are hypocrites at times. I honestly dk what it was, but they promote gore and ultimate violence to all ages and yet anything like touchy feely is too far...lol so yeah, but in any event, I'm going to link this rp back sp we can drive on!

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

You listen 2 odd future? 
I just say that because you said touchy feely

 

[wonderboy1234]

[QUOTE="Kyd Jhesus]You listen 2 odd future? 
I just say that because you said touchy feely

[/QUOTE]
Jace is alive again! Praise Jesus!


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

I meant to tell you that i talk to the admin that chosen was suspended not band.

 

[wonderboy1234]

[QUOTE="Kyd Jhesus]I meant to tell you that i talk to the admin that chosen was suspended not band.

[/QUOTE]
Ok well now I know >.<


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk