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Sanctuary

AlexanderJay

Lawful Evil.. Or Chaotic Good...
Two Nephalem (a angel/demon hybrid) breakout of a camp build to torture and kill them. After breaking out they learn about a place where only Nephalems can go so, they sent out for that destination. During these travels they find out they have powers the were nullified by the treatments they participate in at the camp. Most of the powers are the same but, each Nephalem has one or two distinct powers(Maybe like one has healing by touch and the other can shoot green fire. Also their power increase when they are closer together.). They use these powers to defend themselves against the Azazels (The guards of the camp/ task force),Samils(Nephalem bounty hunters), other magic creatures,and humans who fear their powers .


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Name:

Mana Seriya​




Nickname:

"Zero"​




Age:

17​




Personality:

Mana is a relatively quiet person who speaks only when spoken to. Due to being locked up and tortured, her heart has become cold and stiff. In other words, she has a hard time opening up to others. During battle, she doesn't hold back and keeps her cool. However, there are times she becomes blinded by rage. When this happens, her actions become reckless It is said that she has "zero mercy, zero compassion" for her enemies, which is where she gets her nickname, Zero, from.​




Distinct Power :

She can create / manipulate fire.

(I lack creativity. I apologize)

Other:

She has multiple scars on her hands caused from the torturous camp.

Appearance:

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Name: Vincent Marx


Nickname: Nashi ( Japanese for nothing)


Age: 17


Personality: Vincent is very rebellious towards authority figures, but laid-back to anyone else. Living on the periphery of society, he feels like an outcast. Young and angry, but with a quick wit and black humor, he is disaffected and disassociated with society, and quite apathetic. He has no fear, and no respect for authority that runs the world in which he lives. However, Vincent has a huge heart beneath all of this rough exterior. He purposely chose to live out his life his own way because his eyes were opened to evil as a child.


Power: Lightning manipulation


Other: often hums or whistle songs he heard from his childhood.


Appearance:


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(Okay)


Vincent coming in and out of conscious was against the a wall and was unclothed. He had suffered some brain damage from being hit in the head by multiple metal batons but, his he wasn't the only them damaged. His lead were bruised and battered from the some Azazels hitting them every time he stood up. Every time he had backed talked. Every time he looked at them funny. They would whack his legs so, the only thing he would see is the ground.


After a few sounds a high pitch screech, He came too. He picked himself up slowly but, he could only go on all fours. His legs hurt too much to move them. Then he heard a the screech turn into angry yelling. He looked up to Azazels holding whips, chain, and batons. Their was three of them. Two staring him down and the last yelling his brains out. Vincent could not understand watch he was saying until he asked him a question.


"Nashi! Why do you not listen to us?! We give food and shelter. All you have to do is endure." The one Azazel said.


Vincent looked the one in eye and said before spitting on his boot. " I don't follow your rules because if I did follow them it would be like saying I deserve this. Like it is the right thing to do. So, I say fuck you and your rules."


The Azazel lost his temper and kick him in the face cause him to fall to the ground. Vicent spit out some blood and smirk. " That's all you got." The Azazel kick him again, making Vincent pass out.


" Take him back to his cell." The Azazel as he fix his uniform. The other Azazel dragged Vincent by the arms to his cell. One Azazel let go of him and typed a code into a keypad next to Vincent cell then, the cell opened. The other guard tossed Vincent in. Before closing the cell, one Azazel dropped and kicked over Vincent camp uniform. The Azazels then, left Vincent alone bleeding on his cell floor.
 
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Mana, who's cell was right beside his, silently watched as the Azazels left. The boy appeared to be in terrible condition after such a beating, so he must have really upset them. She herself was in bad condition. Earlier that day, she had opposed an Azazel. Needless to say, she was beat quite badly. A few bones may have gotten broken, but at least she didn't feel much pain. Aside from not being able to run, she was pretty much fine. In the midst of thinking, an Azazel banged against her cell gate.


"Hey, Zero. You feeling better? Didn't we break a rib earlier? Maybe even an arm," he let out a evil chuckle before moving once again.





"Shitty scum," she said under her breath.
 
Vincent chuckled at her comment. He awoke after they tossed him in the cell. He rubbed his head and crawled over to his uniform where he proceeded to put it. He then crawled over to his bed and pulled himself into it. He made a few moans and grunts during this movement. They weren't that loud, only people who had a cell next to him could hear it.


Vincent after putting himself together so, he is laying on the bed properly, began to whistle a tone. The was Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley. He laid his arms on his chest and looked at the ceiling. He wasn't going to start conversation with the other prisoners unless he heard the words break and out together. He did spark conversation with one fella a few months ago. He told him about a place where we the Nephelam are free. No one could hunt and kill us. It sounded like a myth but, there be some truth in it. The humans think I am a myth yet, I'm right here, fighting for my will to live. Vincent smirked at his thoughts. They seemed to entertain him. He sighed and turned his head to face the cell bars.
 
Mana let out a groan as she sat against the wall that separated her from the boy, listening as he put on his clothes. Lightly, she brushed against her right cheek, which had been hit and bruised. She didn't notice earlier, but that side of her mouth on the lower lip had been cut and was still bleeding. Her hand touched the cut and she winced slightly, swearing under her breath once more. "Shit... And it was a good time to finally break out too..." she said to herself, recalling earlier. Mana had opposed an Azazel because she was in the midst of escaping. However, in the end, she was caught and brought back to be punished.
 
Over hearing her comment, he looked at the cell wall with a curious look. He fell off the bed and dragged himself towards the wall. He leaned against then pressed his ear against it. "You know how to get out...?" He said loud enough that only she could hear. Falling off the bed caused him a bit of pain due to his injuries but, he didn't care. He was more worried about what he heard. Break out..." Are you serious you know how to escape this place?"
 
Suddenly startled by the boys question, Mana jumped away from the wall a bit. She took a moment to decide whether she could trust him or not. He did appear to be as defiant as her judging from his wounds. Since she had nothing to lose at the moment and the fact that he was a fellow Nephalem, Mana decided to tell him. "....It only works if you go into the "torture Chamber" often, " she said, obviously meaning the room where they were punished in. "Some of the Azazels get used to you and tend slack off when bringing you in. Since there aren't many of them near that area, you just have to take out the one bringing you in and run. But there are times when they take you in as a group. If that happens, you have no chance of escaping," she explained.
 
Vincent thought about her statement and she was right you could easily break out if you only have one guard with you. Just hit them a few times and they down for the count. He smirked. " Hey, What your name?" He said, looking at the ceiling.
 
Mana leaned against the wall once more, her right hand pushed against the cut on her lip. She stared at the ground blankly before answering, "Mana. I'm known as Zero by the Azazels and some other prisoners. And you?"
 
"The name is Vincent but the fuckers with the batons call me Nashi." Vincent said as he slowly stood up using the wall as a way to balance himself. He did some deep breath for a little bit before controlling his breathing. "Mana... Prepare yourself. We are going to see the outside world. We are getting out this hell hole"
 
"What're you talking about? How are we going to escape together? " In a brief fit of disbelief, Mana stood up as well. A sharp pain ran through her left arm and chest where she had broken a few bones. Hey legs were heavily bruised, making it painful to run. Just thinking about escaping in her current condition was nonsense.
 
"Easy. When prisoners start a fight they bring them to the room together" He explained. "So, We pretend to fight then, get taken away. There will probably be two or more Azazels but, that doesn't matter. We could probably take them if, we heal up. So, Lets stay on their good side to heal up then do this. Most Azazel are not that fast so, lets take and use their weapons against them. Also Let take their uniforms and head to the cargo hold. I heard there is a teleporter to the Earths floor over there. "


Vicent crossed his arms. "So, What do you say?"
 
Mana listened to his plan, replaying it over and over in her head. It did sound logical and possible enough to do together. However, she didn't know whether or not to trust this person. If she were to be surrounded by Azazels, she didn't know if he would help her. At any given time during the escape, she could be left behind. This would most likely be her last chance at escape. After this and a total of 4 failed escapes, she'll probably be executed. Knowing this, Mana decided to take a gamble. "Fine. I'll trust you. If you betray me, I won't hesitate to kill you."
 
He snickered at her reply. "Sounds reasonable... I would do the same to you" This is it. He finally had a complete plan to get out of this. All he needed was a place that didn't have many guards and he got it. Thanks to this girl. A girl that has been in the cell next to him for years and yet, no exchanges of sentences until now. It doesn't matter now. They are talking now and on a name basis too.


"Let's talk more tomorrow." After saying those words, He limped to his bed made of steel and laid down with a smirk on his face. Freedom...
 
After he finished speaking, Mana took a moment to visualize his face. She had never seen it clearly or without a wound before, which made it harder to put together. Because she was having trouble just trying to put his face together, Mana decided to just stop. After all, she would see his face when it came time to escape. Following suit, she threw herself onto the bed, a painful groan escaping her lips. 
(Since their abilities are nullified while within the camp,Iis their healing normal?)
 
Vincent was on his back staring at the wall because he couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes many times through the night but nothing happen. He guess he was to exited but, he didn't feel excited. He actually felt relaxed most of the night except when the Azaels did there thirty minute rounds across the facility. After awhile he tried to picturing what the girl in the other cell looked like. Was she a blonde. Or a Brunet. Was she taller than him. Maybe older. From her voice he pictured a short dark haired girl that probably had pale eyes.


( Yep. )
 
(Should we just skip to the next day?Or maybe when they're all healed up)
 
(Roger. Then, I'll start...)


After a long while, when her wounds were finally healed, the day of escape came. Mana awoke quite early compared to others. Since this would be her 5th and last time to try and escape, she was feeling restless. Surely, this time, the escape would be a success. She sat up in her bed, her long white hair falling over her shoulders and back as she leaned forward slightly.
 
Vincent awoke from his slumber with a huge smirk plastered on his face. Today is the day.. He sat up on his steel bed and stretched his arms out.


Before getting out the bed, He went over the plan in his head.


The plan was to start a fight or riot during the annually gathering of prisoners in the main hall. During this event, The Warden willing be establishing new rules for the camp. They will need to pay attention since, they will not be at the camp for long. After the riot or fight is stopped, They will be escorted most likely by three Azazels. Half way to the torture room, they will attack the Azazels and steal their uniforms then, sneak to the cargo hold to use the teleporter to Earth.


After going over the plan, He leaned against the wall that was right next to Mana's cell. " Today is the day. It's time to get ready and kick some ass" He said happily.
 
Mana simply grunted in reply, an uneasy feeling briefly rushing through her before she stood up. She shook away any negative thoughts or feelings with a confident look upon her face. They had to escape. Definitely. It was their only chance. She stretched many different ways, getting ready for an upcoming fight. "Since you and I will be fighting, I'll try to hold back a little," she said, messaging her wrist lightly.
 
He chuckled while cracking his knuckles." No need to hold back. Remember, It needs to look real but, to us it has to feels real. So, It is real. If you punch me and my jaw isn't broken, they are going to think suspiciously of the situation. " He said with a small smile before giving out a soft laugh.
 

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