Fantasy The Asteraoth

[Saito]

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The Asteraoth - A chance to fight the immortal ones, should we take it?

The Story

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The story for the Asteraoth, was made in a book long forgotten over the thousands of years since the take over of the winged beasts, humans, or whatever a person may call them. Ivan the Defiant, that is the name of this horrific book, the words that spoke to us all are written in it as followed.

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'July 7th, 2017


The day we would all remember.


The technological age of our world has finally come, changing...


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The Story (Created by Saito, edited by King Of Imagination)

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The story for the Asteraoth, was made in a book long forgotten over the thousands of years since the take over of the winged beasts, humans, or whatever a person may call them. Ivan the Defiant, that is the name of this horrific book, the words that spoke to us all are written in it as followed.






'July 7th, 2017


The day we would all remember.


The technological age of our world had finally come, changing our world forever. Well, at least that's what we wished for.


While people were partying, working, eating dinner with their families, or doing whatever one would do on a normal day, the clouds were separating for what seemed to be a storm.


Yet this was to be a storm of another nature.


Darkness slowly came upon our lands from the beautifully outlined moon that night, along with another spectacular feature. A creature seemed to be outlined in the star lit sky that night.


Now, this first was assumed to be some kind of bird or newly discovered creature. Maybe even the government released it.


Oh how wrong we were in the end.


It was late in the afternoon, and things began to get hectic.


People started asking, "What could this winged creature be?"


Military officials had came out, stopping the questions by making the civilians go back to their respective homes.


Things seemed to have calmed down around most of the world once the civilians were taken care of, until screams were heard from outside of the houses.


The screams of the men and women that were supposed to be standing guard after putting the citizens to sleep for the night. But of course, we humans were too stubborn to ignore them. We had to go investigate the disturbing noises.


So we did.


We walked outside of our only shelters that we would ever own for the rest of our lifetimes, and we were faced with men and women. Except these men and women had something different about them. Maybe it was the night colored wings behind their backs, or the odd changing body features. As we stood though, in front of the many winged humans... or creatures... one had stepped forward.


He spoke with anger, and power.


"I am Xavier. And we are the Asteraoth."


Our kind, we humans, looked around questionably.


"Is this a joke?" A man with a trucker hat on and a funny look had asked.


Xavier, the one that had spoken, pulled the black biker coat that he had been wearing tight to his body. After taking a step forwards, a light pole shows off the features of the first ever seen Asteraoth.


It was quite a sight actually, he looked human. With long black hair hanging against his back, regular clothes of a punk style person, and boots on at the feet. But the feathers of an Asteraoths wings, oh how beautiful and fantastic the sight of them. The feathers, not in the shape of those of a birds of any kind, but in the shape of its own.


Curved like a blade to the far side of the wing, the feathers showed us a whole new type of experience than before.


Xavier smiled to the sky, inhaling a great breath.


"Do not speak when I am speaking or trying to speak."


"But we're just trying to find out..." The same man began.


Before the trucker could even finish his sentence, he had stopped himself. The Asteraoth that stood before them in the light, reached his right hand to his right wing. What the hand had grabbed shocked all in the end.


A blade, about four feet long with a massively beautiful curve was pulled out. As everyone stared at the wonder, it was swung out to the trucker, cutting through his waist in the blink of an eye.


People jumped and cried out with fear.


"Oh my God!!!"


"The end is near!"


"Help us!"


"SHUT UP!" Roared out Xavier after being annoyed of the voices.


"You shut up," a defiant voice of a man had spoken out to the winged one.


Xaviers head had snapped towards the direction of the voice.


"How dare you!"


With much anger and strength, the giant blade of the Asteraoth was swung down upon the shadow of a man that was standing in the dark next to the light pole. The noise of metal hitting metal was heard as the giant blade had stopped.


Xaviers eyes widened in shock.


"What is this we got here, a winged piece of shit is it?" Said the voice aloud.


Xaviers eyes had widened so much now, that you could see the earlier unseen pupils of the Asteraoth. What a design it had shown in the end. Shaped in place of the pupils, were two parallel lines or slits in the eyes. Wide and deep were the two lines, showing an odd kind of white light from the openings in the two lines in each of the pupils.


The man that had been hidden in the shadows took a step forwards, revealing a green cloak and hood over the mysterious persons body. A two to three foot long blade was being held in the defiant persons left hand. Pressed against the giant blade of Xaviers.


"Who are you?!" Asked Xavier angrily.


A boot had popped out from the cloak of the mysterious person, the bottom of it landed roughly against the stomach of the Asteraoth, sending him flying back into the other winged creatures.


The mans short brown hair was shown after he had pulled his hood down.


"EVERYONE! IF YOU THINK THESE THINGS ARE HERE TO BE FRIENDS, THEN YOU'RE A DUMBASS! SCATTER EVERYBODY! RUN!"


The voice that saved some, it made people come to their senses, and it made them run. Xavier stood and wiped away the dirty print from his stomach where the boot had landed.


"You! Defiant human, what is your name. So I may remember it an eternity from now with respect for a human that showed me bravery."


"Me?" The man chuckled to himself. "I am Ivan. And you really think this is the end of me? Years, decades, or even in this eternity of yours, I will always be there. Stuck in your head, a damn nightmare. Someone that almost ruined your plan, someone that could've killed you after kicking your ass. Hell, I bet there will even be a reincarnation of me one day. I sure hope you'll be around for it."


"KILL HIM NOW!"


A smirk came over the face of the defiant one, Ivan. The right hand of the man was pulled out of the cloak, another blade in that hand as well.


"I've been ready for this moment, and I will follow through with what I was born to do!"


Some of the Asteraoth had flown with their wings past Xavier and on towards the man that stood alone.


The man that had changed the world in place of technology, Ivan The Defiant is what he would go on to be called throughout the years. A twinkle of hope for the remaining humans in the overrun lands we once called home.


This is the day of Ivan the Defiant.'

Where Our Characters Come In:

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'July 6th, 3017.


Almost a thousand years after the occurrence of the first Asteraoth, and our world has been corrupted by those of the superior class of society. The Asteraoth rule our country, our world, our lives. Our world renamed, now and further on, to be called Olven by those of the Asteraoth and by us.


We remaining humans are those of the 'survival' class. Fighting daily under our respective houses, or participating in the yearly tournament, the Dome. This year is a special year though.


Because for the first time since Ivan the Defiant, we are the first humans to kill an Asteraoth. Our swords, shields, and other weapons strike down amongst the fallen ones. With the semi finals, and then the finals of the tournament to arrive next, what will happen? Will we survive? Will we run?

Extra Information:

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Why do we use everything but guns?


Because there was no one to keep up the production of bullets after a thousand years of the Asteraoth in our world. So instead, we switched to last resort weapons which end up as hand held melee weapons, bows and arrows, etc.


What are the ranks in the Asteraoth Army?


Ranks:


The True Leader:


Considered the main leader of the Asteraoth Army.


Zero -The leader of all. Practically a God.






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Commander:





Commander being the leader. The owner and the one responsible for all of his men, troops, or whatever you may call those winged bastards.


Current Commander:


Xavier - The first one to communicate with the humans. Has a certain terrifying spasm if anything of Ivan the Defiant pops up.






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General:


Practically the second in command.


Current Generals:


Trion - One to lead the Generals. One to fight beside them as well.






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Veronica - A true honorable woman fighter in the Asteraoth Army.






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Luther - Find out in the story.






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Jane - The lover of Liam. An extraordinary back story to accompany her.






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Rain - Considered to be one of the Greatest fighters in the Asteraoth Army.






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Shika - A female General, one of the two that do not own a House.






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Ganzo - A male General, one of the two that do not own a House.






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Url:


The Special force team of three that comes from the true world of the Asteraoth to fight in case of a chance that the Generals or Commander may be attacked head on.


Current Url force members:


Rex - Is said to be as strong as even a General. Is considered to be the first Url member after getting permission from Zero to create the force.






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Alexa - Is rumored to be one of Zeros' children. Has only been seen once in battle.






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Fate - The craziest out of the whole Asteraoth Army. Beware of this one.






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Sisel -The second girl of the Url force, and is too brave, honorable, and courageous even for her own life.






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Haul:


Being the only odd ball out of the troop types, the Haul are mainly used for protection and transportation. Their strength being twice that of an Acer.






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Acer:


The special forms of the Thesda, they appear in human form along with the other ranks past this one.


Many troops not certain specific ones.


Thesda:


The normal winged Asteraoth troops, nothing special just winged humans/ creatures.


Many troops none to specify.


What are the Houses?


The five Houses of Olven -


The House of Trion:


Owned by one of the Generals of the Asteraoth Army, his name being Trion the Wise. The house property being located at where we once called the White House. Trion believes that the fighters under his house, will be the smartest, and most 'powerful' of any of the five houses.


The House of Veronica:


Owned by General Veronica of the Asteraoth Army, her belief in her house being of Speed. All of her human warriors being trained in quickness, and agility. Her house being located in the place we once called the Pentagon.


The House of Luther:


Owned by General Luther of the Asteraoth Army, his main focus in abilities being that of stamina and/ or defense. His house being located at where we used to call the Taj Mahal.


The House of Jane:


Owned by General Jane of the Asteraoth Army, her main abilities focus being on that of strength, power. Her house being located at the place we used to call Machu Picchu. The reasoning behind this decision, is that the environment would help give strength.


The House of Rain:


Owned by General Rain of the Asteraoth Army, his main abilities focus being on that of flight fighting capabilities. The reasoning behind this being that the humans he has had to train, he experimentally gave wings. Teaching them how to fly and fight were his main focuses after he got approval from the higher up. His house being located at the place we once called the Tower of Pisa.

The Houses:




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The House of Trion:


Owned by one of the Generals of the Asteraoth Army, his name being Trion the Wise. The house property being located at where we once called the White House. Trion believes that the fighters under his house, will be the smartest, and most 'powerful' of any of the five houses.


Appearance:

The House of Veronica:


Owned by General Veronica of the Asteraoth Army, her belief in her house being of Speed. All of her human warriors being trained in quickness, and agility. Her house being located in the place we once called the Pentagon.


Appearance:

The House of Luther:


Owned by General Luther of the Asteraoth Army, his main focus in abilities being that of stamina and/ or defense. His house being located at where we used to call the Taj Mahal.


Appearance:

The House of Jane:


Owned by General Jane of the Asteraoth Army, her main abilities focus being on that of strength, power. Her house being located at the place we used to call Machu Picchu. The reasoning behind this decision, is that the environment would help give strength.


Appearance

The House of Rain:


Owned by General Rain of the Asteraoth Army, his main abilities focus being on that of flight fighting capabilities. The reasoning behind this being that the humans he has had to train, he experimentally gave wings. Teaching them how to fly and fight were his main focuses after he got approval from the higher up. His house being located at the place we once called the Tower of Pisa.


Appearance:

The Dome:


Based off of no specific place, the Dome was hand built by the Asteraoth in order to create the sick games that we call the Dome.

1. Follow all RpNation Rules/ Regulations as listed in the forums.


2. Follow the storyline to the best of your abilities.


3. No Superhero, OP (over-powered) characters of any sort. We are all humans until later into the story.


4. Have fun!


5. Look out for Updates daily!


6. I own and have produced this RP. Please follow my instructions which will be provided in the OOC.(Out of Character posting.)


7. Try to use the best grammar possible while participating in this RP.


8. Is open for Romance, no sexual activity past kissing though unless you black it out. (Example: 'they kiss then... blacken out...')


9. RP post minimum requirements will be at least a paragraph. (3-4 sentences minimum.) If not, you will be asked to put further detail into a post.


10. The RP Mod is King of Imagination. Anything that breaks the Rules/ Regulations that are listed here, will be confronted by him in the OOC with a tag to the person that broke the Rule/ Regulation and which one it was.


11. I will be controlling any/ all enemies in the RP. Yeah it may suck and you may hate it but there may be special occasions just PM me.

 

[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 1

Added in where the characters begin information.
Here It is:


Where Our Characters Come In:


'July 6th, 3017.


Almost a thousand years after the occurence of the first Asteraoth, our world has been corrupted by those of the superior class of society. The Asteraoth ruled our country, our world, our lives.


Us remaining humans are those of the 'survival' class. Fighting daily under our respective houses, or participating in the yearly tournament, the Dome. This year is a special year though....

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 2

Added in the following:
-Houses and their Descriptions along with locations.


-Troop types under the Asteraoth.


-Edited the story and other sections a tad.


-Added in Generals and Commander appearances.


Find the changes here:


http://www.rpnation.com/resources/the-asteraoth.4906/

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 3

Added/ Changed:
- Added spacings in correct places in between information paragraphs.


- Added descriptions on the rest of the Generals.


- Added The True Leader, his name, and his appearance.


- Updated the Url force members, their descriptions, and their appearances.


- Changed from 13+ RP to 17+ RP. (Mature.)


- Fixed (hopefully) and grammar mess ups.


- Will look over information a few times, may add in maps for general idea of Houses.


- Will add pre-character sheet.


- May release some time...

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 4

Added/ Changes:
- Added Maps finally! (So much free time lately -.-)


- Changed spacing issues. (Perfected that finally.)


- Added a few more numbers and words to the Rules/ Regulations section.


Looking forward to soon:


- Pre-character sheet.


- Sign-ups.


- Start of RP.

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 5 (The final Under Construction update!) Sign-up all!

Updates/ Changes:
- Added back in The Houses into the RP Information section. (For whatever reason it was gone.


- Added in Pre-character sign-up sheet finally.


- Added in a final Regulation into the Rule/ Regulation section.


- Changed the Prefix of the RP from Under-Construction to Accepting Sign-up.


EVERYONE JUMP IN!

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 6

The RP is NOW officially open for sign-ups. xD Sorry about the little error.
Fixes:


- Changed status of RP from Closed - not accepting too Open - accepting.

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 7

Fixes/ Changes/ Adds:
- Added two new numbers to Rules/ Regulations:


9. RP post minimum requirements will be at least a paragraph. (3-4 sentences minimum.) If not, you will be asked to put further detail into a post.


10. The RP Mod is King of Imagination. Anything that breaks the Rules/ Regulations that are listed here, will be confronted by him in the OOC with a tag to the person that broke the Rule/ Regulation and which one it was.


- As a suggestion, (And I'm really hoping he does it) King...

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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 8

Hopefully my last update for a while... :
- Edited the Story and everything in the Overview practically to fit grammatical needs. (Pretty much was proof read and edited thanks to King Of Imagination.)


- All spots have been filled, now just waiting on character sheets.


- Edited General Janes background.

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[Saito]

Liam







All Time Key:

" Speech " = Speech, make sure it is bold for those that mistake a sentence for a third person claim from not seeing the Quotations.

Italics = Thoughts (Which are first person, try to separate them by paragraphs like mine below if possible.)​

Night Before The Dome:


"Lights out! We wake up earlier then the other days. Remember! Those were simple, tomorrow will be the first day of the two round tournament!"


One of the most skilled and experienced fighters blurt out to the others.


Why in the Hell won't those damn wannabees shut up. They all know none of use will be chosen for tomorrows Semi-final Dome fight...


The expression given off of Liams face, amused and yet annoyed. After the light brightness given off of the small candles had faded away, the fighters lied down onto their cots. Each and every one of them thinking of what could happen tomorrow. Each thinking if they would or could be the next Ivan. Especially the boy that was practically raised here. The boy named Liam.


As night went on, and the moon that covered our forsaken world had came out for the night, the boy with the dirty blonde natural straightened hair had his eyes lit instead of hidden. The thoughts that ran through his mind, whether they be of what life would've been like in this time period without the Asteraoth, or what he would do if he was chosen for The Dome. Because all know, humans and Asteraoth both, that any human to enter the arena in the Semi-finals, would die.


I wish... I wish Jane could be here now... I wish she could see how far those remaining in our House have come in The Dome. How far I have come...





These kind of thoughts always ran throughout his head. He could never keep a straight thought, his family, his lost lover, and now a practical invitation to death. Oh how life would be different if he won though. If anyone one in the Finals, let alone the Semi-finals.


Maybe... just maybe... someone could do it... they could prove those bastards wrong for once...


The eyes of the seventeen year old finally were hidden as he closed his eyes. Tomorrow, would yet again, be another day for the centuries.

 

[Sen Pai]

Sleep. Ezra likes that shit.

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A tired yawn escaped his nude coloured lips as the sun began to set, painting the once bright blue sky with flustered colours of red, orange, and deep violet with a few hints of canary yellow. They were quite passionate and bold colours but combined together in one beautiful scenery of nature, it had a calming effect that would cause one's eyes to flutter closed just a little.


A soft breeze blew from the east, whispering rumours of incoming rain. After all, this gorgeous moment was only the calm before the storm. The dark clouds thundered and poured down on the area a few miles away from where the young man stood and although one could not spot the clouds from that distance, it was evident that there was going to be a disaster.


Ezra was used to disasters. He was born into a disastrous family, raised in a disastrous world, and participated in an annual blood bath, which was a disaster. He enjoyed hearing the pitter patter of the rain hit the windows, it was rather serene to him. The thunder was similar to that of a steady heartbeat that an infant would hear from it's mother's bosom. It calmed him, becoming the regular metronome that conducted his piano. Rather than a high pitched binary click, it was a low and earth shaking boom.


The lighting was something to admire. It struck down upon the earth and burnt anything it touched to a crisp. But that was not why Ezra loved storms and lightning. Lightning was often the sudden light in the darkness of the storm. It helps maintain the earth's electrical balance and generates ozone- producing chemicals. Many people are afraid of lighting, the way it could end a being's life in a momentary flash. But, Ezra didn't think like that. Lighting was beautiful, it could break through the insulation of the air. Of course, Ezra agreed that it was only a great thing to see from afar. Some things were just meant to be seen but never touched. The man did not want to have his life ended like that.


He could already imagine his gravestone. He wondered what name they would engrave on it or if they would even hold a funeral for him. After all, he was just another Ezra. If one was to raise a grave for every Ezra through the generations, the graveyard would be one as far as the eye could see. Ezra did plan on joining that graveyard if there was one, just not any time soon.


Death was a funny little thing. Humans were always fearful of things they did not know about. Mankind feared the unknown. And so, many resorted to discrimination against the unknown. Women were an unknown thing to many men so they did not treat them properly until August 26th, 1920, when the 19th Amendment to the Constitution was finally ammended. Homosexuality was also something considered unknown to the general public for they were usually straight and did not know what being attracted to the same sex was like. This issue was solved in the 21st Century. However, the unknown remains unknown and humanity continues to be afraid even after the law decrees it.


Death is something in a different category. For each and every person as a different opinion about death. What happens after it? Since death is the end of a life, what is life? Is there another life after death? Is one judged by an omnipotent being on what they did during their "life on earth"? Do you simply disappear and die? Perhaps you are reincarnated and must go through life again? There are many theories on what happens after death, people often argue about this topic. But Ezra liked the idea of reincarnation.


Another chance at life. What would he be given? Perhaps he would be reborn as a butterfly and simply flutter about, migrating and pollinating? Maybe he would be born years from now, preferably the Asteraoth would be gone. Oh! What would it be like to be apart of the Asteraoth? What if Ezra was born as one of them? Would he still be forced to fight in the Dome? Maybe he would experience what it would be like to slaughter many men and women who dare to challenge you? Then Ezra would know how it feels to be defeated by a mere human.


Ezra wouldn't mind death. It would relieve him of his pain that he felt everyday. He would no longer have to suffer through a living hell. However, the man knew that it was not his place to take his life. After all, he had so much to do. It is such a shame that a human can only live for so long. They are born weak and die weak. No, Ezra wouldn't mind death. He was told that taking your own life was cowardly. A man mustn't run away from his responsibilities. But is it not cowardly to not voice your opinions? It is certainly cowardly to allow others to control you and your life.


I guess you could call Ezra a coward but those who heard you will think that you are insane. The man has stared into the empty eyes of Death more times than you have woken up to a new day. The miraculous thing is that he was able to turn around and walk away from the temptation. Yes, it is a temptation. After all, if one goes through such a hell everyday, knowing that your previous meal could be your last one, it is quite the temptation. But, Ezra is a coward. A coward who knows his "responsibilities" and he's quite aware of that.


Now, when one lies in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling at night, it is usually not a good sign. Perhaps a sign of anxiety? It would be expected for one to be nervous before having to stare Death in the eye the next morning. The Dome was a terrifying annual event. The people that survive it are often those who are so broken that after a certain point, it doesn't matter. It was like the NBA players back in the past. A player who is five foot six does not have a good chance of playing in the NBA but one who is six foot four does. However, once you reach a certain height, it does not matter since you are all tall. That is when strength, your overall ability, comes in.


However, this is not the National Basketball Association. This was the Dome. One would need all of their strength to even have a chance to survive in that death pit. Of course, Ezra did not seem to be doing that. Maybe he shouldn't have drank that cup of late night coffee. Staying up late has always made his thoughts run wild. The quiet allowed him to think and sleep deprivation made his thoughts quite "entertaining", if one could describe them as such.


Glancing out the window, Ezra's lips formed a straight line as his golden eyes stared at the stars in the night sky. He would think that the amount of people who have died in the Dome outnumbered the stars and he wouldn't be surprised if someone actually told him it did. Shutting his eyes, Ezra allowed one more stray thought to graze through his mind before forcefully shutting it down to allow his body to rest.


"I wonder what's for breakfast tomorrow..."

 

[Mika Rin]

Seventy six.

Seventy six sheep and yet her body refused to relax, eyelids refuse to become heavy. Mai laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of nothing but the tournament, thousands and thousands of thoughts racing through her head at once, screaming at her, demanding to be heard though one stood out among them all. The one farthest in the back of her mind, the only one that remained quiet yet still somehow managed to catch her interest.


Will I be chosen?


The thought made her heart skip. Why was she nervous? Why did the thought itself cause her heart to feel like it'd burst through her chest? Was it because she wasn't prepared?


No.


She'd been training her entire life. Ever since the death of her mother. The woman who taught her wrong from right, the woman she'd loved, the woman who had taken care of her up until her final breath.


Then they had come. They had taken her and they trained her under harsh conditions. They spat in her face when she messed up, they stomped out her will. She had been frustrated. Defeated. Angry. Alone.


Alone. The word caused her to cringe.


Mai sat up and almost immediately was met with her ivory color hair, falling in front of her face. She pushed it out of the way, running her fingers through her hair as she did so. Even her hair reminded her of her mother.


For every morning when she was younger they'd sit in front of the mirror, Mai sitting cross legged on the floor and her mother sitting in a chair, brushing her hair into place as Mai watched her. She always wore a thoughtful look on her face until the end, when she would look in the mirror and meet her eyes and smile at her and Mai would always smile back.


Maybe that was why she was hadn't been as bitter towards the Asteraoth as most had. Many were taken from the people they loved, away from homes they'd grew up in, away from brothers and sisters. But for her the person she loved most was no longer there so what had they taken from her?


Nothing.


Was it an advantage or disadvantage and on who's part? She wasn't sure. One thing she was sure of is that even if they hadn't had a chance to mentally destroy her, they had a chance to do it to others. And for that they deserved punishment.


She sighed, swinging her legs off the edge of her bed and stood, glancing around her room.


Her room. The one she'd grown accustomed to, the one she woke up to every morning and when to sleep to every night. It was of average size, a simple bed in the corner, a desk at another, and a closet. The only thing of hers she had was her two daggers sitting on the dresser and beside them, a small photo of both herself and her mother. The two of them were standing just outside their house, grinning stupidly. Mai was twelve at the time, and her hair was shorter, just falling a little past her shoulders then. She remembered blinking several times during the process of trying to take the photo and her mother laughing. The stranger they had gotten to take it for them would smile at first but after a while he got annoyed and they had finally got it right on the last try.


She smiled at the thought, the corner of her eyes crinkling as they did. Details were what she noticed. Details were what mattered to her. But almost as quickly as it came, it left.


The tournament.


In her taking a trip down memory lane she'd almost completely forgot about it. But almost wasn't quite there.


Mai moved, away from the photo and towards her bed. What were the odds of her, of all people being picked? Why was she nervous? Did she even want to be picked?


"Leave it alone." she sighed. Mai fell back on her bed, yanking the covers and throwing them over her head.


Needless to say, sleep didn't come easy.
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[Armageddon]

Fucking children.


It was a frustration and an insult to Aiden when the kid barked orders. There was exasperation and hissing tones lining the voice of his thoughts, the only real voice that expressed emotion. It was piloting a person whom refused to express anything, after all.


His shadow loomed in the irregular light as he strode towards his assigned bunk. The candles emitted a warm, flickering glow - strong, soft, then strong again, without rhythm. It washed a peaceful vibe over the area, even though the situation that was set on the shoulders of all who inhabited it was anything but peaceful. It was disturbingly tense and unsure. It held clashing fear and forced determination. It hung painfully conspicuous in the cool air of the night.


However, that was no reason for someone to act like a general over them, when everybody there knew clearly that they were in the same position, among the same ranks. Ludicrous. He could've nailed him in the mouth.


He decided it wasn't worth it to start a calamity in the camp, though. People were pissy and sensitive creatures when confronted.


He simply pulled in a deep breath and released it, shutting his eyes as he did so. He opened them after, the steely gray of his irises flat and cold. His hands were wrapped in bandages, as they usually were when he went into training, along with a dirt-streaked white tank top, black cargo pants, and plain, wooden kimono shoes. It was a routine of his to fight daily, at least once, if not more. It was one of the few ways that he could keep himself busy without drowning in unwelcome thoughts. Even then, those thoughts were what pushed him to train long and brutally.


He had memorized the path to his bunk. Being in a place like the one he was in didn't exactly leave you a lot to put your head into doing, so he had memorized more than just that. The camp's layout, for example. Not exactly necessary, but convenient.


As he walked to his bed, he momentarily thought on how he didn't exactly look forward to another dreamless night. Ever since he came to the place, he didn't dream. He didn't even have nightmares anymore. He just fell asleep, experienced nothing, and woke up what felt like an hour later when it was really several. Maybe it was for the best. He didn't really know, or care, he soon realized.


Despite the frenzy, he felt the tiniest pull in his heart that yearned for him to be chosen for the Dome. It was a sensation that he wasn't used to, but didn't snuff out, since he agreed with it. A chance to let himself go and take out anything, and everything, that he ever repressed on something he hated, was a satisfying idea. He wasn't as desperate as some of the kids around him about being chosen, nor was he at all afraid of it, as some of the trembling or praying people in their bunks were. He understood that most had fear of death.


But that was something interesting about the man - he wasn't afraid of death. Either way, the deal would be in favor for him. If he were to die in the arena, he would at least have filled the void that craves blood - and perhaps see his sister again. If he wasn't chosen, that was fine too. Living wasn't worthy of death quite yet.


He came to his bed and slipped off the shoes, sitting down and beginning to unwrap the bandages. He felt a stare or two every so often. Normal. He flexed his fingers when the last of the material came undone, moving his freed hand again. He did the same with the other. He didn't bother to change as he swung his legs up onto the bunk and lay straight, allowing himself to relax. His tired muscles loosened. He stared skyward blankly.


He didn't think about much. The anticipation escalated, fruitlessly trying to infiltrate his composure. There would be a decision of his fate tomorrow. Stay and wait for the next event, or be thrown into the ring to give everything he's got. His eyes closed with one last deep breath.


And despite everything, the latter sounded very appealing.
​

 

[Sol]

Leone was well beyond sore and battered after today's exercises because tomorrow was when she'd be chucked straight into the Dome. Tomorrow was when she's supposed to practically die for absolutely no reason whatsoever other than the glory of the house and for Lord Luther, whom she had never met and couldn't bring herself to actually give two shits about.


The training itself lasted the entire day, a gauntlet of tests and trials to make her a better weapon. Well it was less of being a weapon and more of a very long test of endurance. It ranged from running an obstacle course that was filled with hardwood paddles that would just quickly lash out at her during random times in the run to a 5 on 1 fight which she totally didn't lose in but took down like two of them. She was not even allowed to eat until after the training which was literally pushing her way past her limit. She was no Asteraoth but she would facing one and her trainers thought it would be prudent to push her past her supposed limits. The fact that she somewhat survived the entire ordeal meant that she might have a chance against an Asteraoth and possibly last longer than 5 seconds or so against it.


At the end of it all she was covered in a thick sheen of sweat and overcome with so much hunger she even passed out for a bit. Leone was grateful that there was a large meal waiting for her when finally regained consciousness seated on chair with a table filled with all sorts of food in front of her. A variety of pork, beef and poultry with not a leaf in sight, a feast for a carnivore. Seated near her were her five "brothers" who beat the living shit out of her a few hours ago. The five other guys who also seemed to be members of House Luther who were a constant part of her life for the past week. They were responsible for teaching her to use a spear among other things, they even fashioned her armor for her, they were also the owners of the house she was in right now. They were also responsible for this entire gauntlet she ran through.


After wolfing down her meal she excused herself and headed up to her room and gathered a fresh change of clothes and took a very cold shower, the house does not know what a heater is after all.


Even after her bath, the bruises seemed to ache whenever she touched it. It occurred to her that maybe all this pre-Dome training was just to weaken her so her defeat was assured. It neither felt cruel nor unfair, if she could survive the Dome already pre-weakened then that just meant she was a cut above the rest of those in House Luther. Where they may view it as a handicap she viewed it as a deliciously seasoned challenge. It brought a small smile to her lips. She thought of how surviving all this would make her parents proud.


Speaking of her parents, it was good at least to see her parents drop by several days prior bearing a gift, a suit of armor that was golden and had the design of a lion with a red plume sticking out of the helmet. It was their gift to ensure her survival even if it was just a more ornate piece of plate. Her five "brothers" even tested the armor and did a little reinforcement on it after they dented it. They melted down her old armor to help reinforce the new one. The new armor was now propped in her room alongside an equally ornate weapon set, a sword and shield and a spear.


Leone drop down on her bed, which was stupid as the bruises on her backside ached in protest to her reckless action but ache itself felt somewhat soothing. Perhaps she had already lost her mind, but what was a little more insanity?


Sleep had taken her quite easily though despite the anticipation welling in her.

 

[Dead]

The day seemed to move by quick as the sky was painted in a colorful warm scenery of red, orange, yellow and pink along with the night sky casting downward onto the setting sun. Staring out the window, the young girl sighed, her eyes glimmered from the sun's ray reflecting in her crystal-blue eyes. Tomorrow was a day that she had been waiting for all her life, clenching at her night gown, the sunlight soon fainted behind the hills and darkness consumed the sky with the bright moon being the only light with it's star companions following behind soon after, the soft twinkles the stars gave off made the nervousness fly off into the cool breeze the night had to offer. The stars resembled the girl's name, Stella.


Stella, an only daughter of a poor family and a student from the House of Rain, she was here in this very room for one purpose and that purpose was to attend the Semi-Finals but what good would it bring her? To others it meant death, some was for the glory while the others had their own reasoning for it. On Stella's case, she wanted to take part in this to make a change and stop the Asteraoth from their evil deeds and sinful treatment to the weak. After learning of what they were really doing behind everyone's back, it was clear to her that the only way to stop this was to get close to their leader who she knew of as "Zero", the "so called God" of the Asteraoth. Stella wanted to make a change, yes, but then again she was also part of the Asteraoth problem as a pair of elegant white wings fluttered on her back.


It was true that she let Rain to test on her to give her wings but it sicken her to know that she was now by blood, bid by them with these wings. It sicken her so much to know the truth but she couldn't go back now. The past has already been made and she was to live her life with these wings by her side but instead of being known as Rain's experiment, she was going to use these wings in helping her fight even if the others will see her as an enemy as long as the Asteraoth were gone, she was fine being known as a bad person. Closing her window, Stella went over to her bed and sat down with her back (or wings) against the wall. Her leg were pulled up close to her chest while her head rested on them. With her wings, she wasn't able to sleep like how normal humans could sleep like now but was to either lend on something or just sit and sleep using her wings as a blanket. She was used to this strange position of sleeping though at first it was hard for her to sleep at times but she soon got a hold of it.


Though she could sleep like this normally now, tonight seemed hard for her to even close her eyes, the weight of the finals fell on her shoulder as her mind wandered off in deep thought of what could possibly happen if things were to go another way. If things were to fail and Stella were to die, her work could lead to nothing but a pitiful winged girl who just died in the semi-finals leaving no legacy of such or even a small change other than depression for her family to mourn over her death of their youngest child. The thought of such a thing made Stella determine not to mess up or fail, she needed to keep her guard up high along with her focus even if it would be an easy kill for her, she needed to remind herself not to get cocky in battle.


Tomorrow was no game, it was either you pass and move on to the next test... or die. Shaking her head, Stella finally got all of her mind on set and was able to relax a bit but she was still unable to sleep but she managed to close her eyes. Resting her head on her knees, she wrapped her wings around herself like a cocoon, the soft touch of her feathers reminded her of warm blankets or even fluffy clouds, sighing in delight of how soothing it felt that it bought memories of the past to her. The feeling of being in her mother's protective embrace and her father's strong bear hugs, the playful hugs that she got from her brothers and how they swing her around, memories of her family filled her mind that it made Stella feel as if she was a person ready to die, a soft "heh" under her breath,"I'm not gonna die so easily." Stella thought, and pulled her knees closer,"I'll live and make a change... my vow still stand." Stella reminded herself before feeling her consciousness drifting away. Her mind became blurry and random ideas suddenly popped out of nowhere before everything went black and her spiritual body soon started to feel as if it was being taken off into a river to float off to dreamland, the only thing that formed in Stella's mind clearly was the words of her mother's as they repeated over and over in her head, a single tear fell from her closed eyelids but no one was able to see it with her wings blocking anyone from seeing her sleeping form.


"Come home safely Stella, my precious daughter."


-Sorry if anything seem wrong or strange, if anything is out of place just inform me~ ^^-

 

[Darksoul90]

Takeshi sat on the edge of his bed as he slowly ran his fingers along his scythe's blade. Very soon, this blade will meet the necks of his opponents. That is, if he ever gets picked into the tournament. His right hand's grip around the scythe's staff tightened up a bit at the thought of entering the Dome. He had nothing to lose, so why was he so worried about tomorrow? Could it be that he's afraid of not being chosen?


I didn't come this far to not get thrown into the tournament... Takeshi thought to himself as he retracted his weapon, and placed it under his pillow. He had already trained enough for the day, along with eating and taking a cold shower. He was pretty much ready to just end the day already, but the night seemed to move a bit slower than usual. All he could do now to pass the time is just sit around and wonder. If they were still alive today, what would his parents and his brothers think about this tournament he wants to participate in? Would they even let him risk his own life for such a task? He doubted it. Takeshi doesn't think that he would have any reason to do so if his family were to still be alive.


He softly shook his head at the thought. Thinking about that before going to bed would just give him nightmares. After sitting down on his bed for a while, he gently lied back onto the soft mattress, and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, he moved his right hand upwards towards the ceiling and clenched his hand into a fist as if he was trying to grab a hold of something. Could it be hope that he's trying to hold onto?


Hope... Takeshi thought to himself again as he let out a quiet sigh, and landed his right hand back down to his chest. He knew, deep down, that he's risking his own life for not only the sake of his family and friends, but for all those that detest the Asteraoth. Yes... the winged beasts. How he longed to drive his scythe's blade down the throat of those spineless freaks. Maybe one day, he will be able to show them what true suffering feels like.


Finally, as his train of thought decided to pull it's brakes, his eyes started to give in ever so slowly. And within mere seconds, Takeshi was sound asleep.

 

[King Of Imagination]

All was quiet in the city below as people wandered home for the night, mubling hellos to one another as the passed by. However, this silence was broken by the voice of a child calling out in warning. "There's a man on the roof!" People quickly followed the child's pointing finger and looked up to see a young man standing at the edge of a tall building. People were used to seeing Asteraoth performing similar actions, but Asteraoth could fly, and always displayed their wings, so the citizens assumed him to be just an ordinary man.


Since the Asteraoth had taken over, there had been a high rate of suicide. There were those that simply could not handle living in the world anymore. The people had become used to it, but despite that, still called to him.


"Don't jump, there are still things to live for!"


"What about your family?! The people that care about you!"


"Don't let those damned Asteraoth win!"


However, with the last call, the man fell. He leaned forward into a full, head first dive towards the solid ground. People gasped and screamed, one even sobbed. Seconds before the young man hit the ground, large black wings spread out from his back and he pulled out of the dive, gliding safely to the ground. He walked over to the older gentleman that had last called out to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. The older gentleman looked up, terrified, clearly convinced that the young man was Asteraoth. However, when the man saw his eyes, his fear subsided and he looked back sternly. The young man, a grim expression on his face, nodded to the older gentleman.


"I will never let them win. Not until I lie dead in the ground."


Damien leaped off the ground and gave his wings a mighty flap, soaring upwards into the clouds and disappearing. One of the children who had been nearby tapped the older man.


"Sir, who was that?"


The older man looked at the boy with a frown. "Someone who has sufferred far worse at their hands than we have."


Damien's Perspective, Later that night

Damien sat on the edge of his bed, the events of earlier still raging through his head. The people that had called up to him, the people who still believed there was a reason to live; that was why he hated the Asteraoth. They has broken people to the point where all they could do was hope, with no real explanation for what they were hoping for, or why they were hoping for it. The old man who had called to him, the one who told him not to let them win; he was a fighter. Even now, that man was probably thinking about him, wondering who he was. Damien let smashed his fist against the wall next to him and collapsed backwards into a dreamless sleep.

 

[Tangled]

The 136th Pressure Point on the Human Body, located 2 inches and 2 centimeters away from one's armpit. This pressure point can make an individual release urine in an unstoppable manner.


Aldo silently laughed to himself as he thought over the embarrassing pressure point. He'd done it a hundred times, and it felt good to make an opponent feel inferior to the uttermost. His hazel brown eyes looked at the moon through his window. So calm. So beautiful. I wish I was there jumping in low gravity instead of laying down in a dark room and indirectly thinking about the Dome. I know I'm not the only one doing it.....


Aldo looked over into the darkness. Engulfed in the dark matter was "him". Even through the night Aldo could virtually see Ezra's bright eyes. To Aldo, Ezra was best described as two words: strong and dangerous. Aldo began to daydream as he remembered when he first saw Ezra. He was normal. But there was something. Aldo couldn't quite put his finger on it.....but he knew that there was something within Ezra that held great power. Then he found out about Ezra's history.


And after that, Aldo was sure of it....


Slowly Aldo looked away from Ezra's direction in the darkness. He had much more things to think about than Ezra. Am I Gonna Die?


Well.....that was the only question. There weren't anymore. After a certain point of being in Veronica's house, Aldo's instincts began to take more of a toll. In Aldo's brain, there was only room for Survival, Pressure Points, And Memories. After that....there was no room for anything else. The House of Veronica gradually turned Aldo into a machine of destruction. He quickly began to practice all 200 and something pressure points on the air. It only took him five minutes. He was performing them so fast, that it looked as if he had 50 right hands at once. Yeah...he was just that good at them. When he finished, Aldo began to relax on the surprisingly comfortable mattress. I want to win my matches without giving my opponents extremely painful deaths....but if one of them push me to Aldo zone....they're dead for sure. After staying awake in the pitch black for a few more minutes, Aldo's body began to be devoured by a wave of rest

 

[Croissant]

Oskar F.

The boy with no future...


Continuously babbled about his possible future


Oskar found it as all fun and games though, although others seemed a bit annoyed at his overly excited nature and his jittery actions, while others found it amusing. But in their minds he would be one of those who would not be chosen. While in his mind he imagined himself triumphing and babbled about it constantly. But the only reason he was doing this was due to the fact he had been chosen for something. Yes! Because he is here, even without conformation if he is going to be eliminated or not, he still found the feeling wonderful, the feeling that he had resembled the feeling when you believe you are going to win something.


Triumph was Oskar's main and only goal at this point, he carried his great sword on his back and most of his armor on, some questioned him being in Veronica. But he would always settle their doubts down by confirming it somehow. Although Oskar rarely spoke with his fellow house member, 1. Due to her being a pretty girl and him a goof and 2. .... Well, he still needed to figure out the other reason. But she did seem rather nice.


Oskar could not get the excitement off his chest, he would constantly fist pump and be over joyed where he could not even make words come out. So all he spoke were murmurs of excitement that roughly translated too.


"EEK, YES YES YES, AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!"

But no one could even really translate that, all he would get were odd stares from groups and people walking away from him. Eh so what if his friend making progress was a bit slow. So what if they underestimated him? Tomorrow he would prove his worth, finally he would prove something of himself, and achieve his goal.


"Tomorrow... They'll all see what a winner looks like..."


And so, with those final whispers late in the night, he fell into a deep slumber.
​

 

[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 9

Changes/ Updates:
- Added in Haul, new troop type with appearance.

Read the rest of this update entry... 
As the characters have finally rested. They wake and enter to their respective Houses, waiting for their Lord/ Lady to arrive..

Spoiler

As Lord Trion entered in front of the men and women of his House, his troops kneel before him while his human fighters stand proud of the training they have had over their years.


"Please, please. Stand my beautiful creatures."


Began Lord Trion.


"As you all know, the Dome Semi-finals then the Finals begin today. So for those of you ready to represent the House of Trion, please pay attention to see if your name is called."


One of the men next to Lord Trion take a step forwards before handing him a single sheet of parchment that was rolled up neatly.


"These fighters will step forwards and take their spots in the Semi-final round."


A slight cough from the Lord escaped his throat before he began to read off the names. About four names in, on specific one reached a couple ears.


"Ezra.."


As he continued on, another significant name was brought to attention.


"Aldo..."


Once the remaining names were called off, those that were named stepped forwards.


"Those of you that were called. Please accept the escort to the Haul or be forced."


Once the final words left his mouth, the parchment was rolled back up and handed to the man that gave it to the Lord. With a single wave of Lord Trions hand, his wings flapped open before he left.






Oh how splendid and pushy Lady Veronica was to those that were lucky enough to be placed into her House.


"If you don't win, I'll gut your balls off and feed them to the Haul!"


Roared out the winged Lady. Once her anger had been distinguished, a memorized list of names came up. Except, unlike Lord Trion, there were only two names.


"Oskar and Mai. You two have trained well, you better fucking make me proud!"


With the only two names brought to the attention of the group at last, the rest of the humans leave to go back to their respectable resting areas while some of the Asteraoth men come forwards to escort the two that were chosen.






For the first time in years, Lord Luther shows his face once again to name off the few that were chosen to represent his house. Two Hauls on either side of him were practically his pets as they guarded him from all possible danger.


"Hello once again children. I am glad to once again show my appearance to you humans so you may see what it's like to be close in visual, to me, a Lord. I'm also here to say I'm sorry, to all of you. I have not treated you as well as I should have... and for that, I am deeply in agony for. But don't worry, not all is lost. For those that are chosen, if you fight and die honorably, I as a General promise to bring you back as one of us."


With those words spoken amongst the remaining people of the House of Luther, a few names were brought to the ears of the men and women that stood abroad.


"My children, please bless these three on their journey."


As he began, some of the foolish humans that actually believed in the Asteraoth lies that were placed in front of them, began to pray to those winged bastards.


"Leone, please step forwards my child."


The first name had been spoken. Amongst the fighters, the name spread across them like a wild fire as they blessed Leones journey.


Another name was called, and as before, the people began to pray.


"Takeshi Osaragi. Please step forwards my child."


After the name had been brought to everyones praise and approval, Lord Luther raised his left hand to silent the men and women.


"May the Asteraoth amongst you three, forever bless you and protect you."


With that, the Lord opened his wings before soaring into the sky. The two Hauls that were next to him as protection stepped forwards. Ready to transport the chosen three.






Ever since Lady Jane had been removed from leadership of her house, letters had been sent in her stead. Of course they were from her, but any physical appearance would be strictly classified. As everyone opened their letters, the names of those chosen were listed;


'Liam....


...


...


Aiden Jeroven...


...'


With that being all on the letter, the fighters who names weren't on the list, were left in their respectable areas. Those who were chosen already had men waiting next to them to escort them to the Hauls.






The man with the most scientific thoughts on the human body since Leonardo Da Vinci, and as he entered to talk to his fighters, all he could supply to them instead of a brilliant speech, was a simple nod of the head.


"Good luck, you'll need it."


The nods that were directed from his head , were aimed straight to the two best fighters of their specified genders.


The two being named Stella, and Damien. Two of the many experienced winged humans in the facility of Hell that Lord Rain owns.


All know who they are now, what their reactions will be before they get carried by the Hauls to the Dome main arena, is up to them. How they will ready themselves for their first set of fights, and what they will do to try and survive, is also up to them.

 

[Sen Pai]

"Ezra.." It wasn't a surprise to see that name on the list of the doomed participants of the Dome. Another one of the Ezras, they were always chosen in the end. None of them escaped the clutches of the Dome. It was a pity that all of them died. However, it was clear that with time, they grew stronger.


The Ezra Project was thought to be heavily based on the philosophy of the Matthew effect, also known as the accumulated advantage. "For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath shall not be taken even that which he hath." Matthew 25:29 (King James Version). To put it bluntly, the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer. The whole idea seemed so unrealistic, so over powered, that people began creating theories about the Ezra Project. Unfortunately, all of these were theories for only the doctor that started it all knows the truth and he lies still in his grave.


A theory of the Ezra Project is that the Asteraoth genes devour the human genes, they were simply dominant by nature's will. And so, as time progressed and another descendant of the doctor was born, the Asteraoth genes became more and more stronger, taking over the human body. However, this was only a theory. It had been such a long time since the time of the famed human doctor that made a deal with the Devil. There were many drawbacks to this as well, but all of them were theories, nothing was proved in the eyes of science.


One of the rumoured drawbacks was a shortened lifespan. The Asteraoth genes and the human genes would battle for dominance, destroying the body over time. Of course, the Asteraoth genes would not allow its host to simply die and wither away, so it would not allow the body to show any sign of weakness. Therefore, the death would be sudden. Not much is known if it would be painless or not. Unfortunately, none of the descendants lived long enough to naturally test this theory out.


When Ezra heard his name called by the Lord of his house, he pursed his lips tightly. It was about time. He knew that it wouldn't be long until he was chosen. In fact, Ezra was somewhat surprised he hadn't been chosen earlier. If the theory about Asteraoth genes devouring the human genes was true, Ezra would think that waiting for his physical body to reach its prime was a smart move on his house's end.


However, a small though dim hope in Ezra thought that maybe, just maybe, he would have a few more years before being thrown into the Dome. You see, Ezra wasn't fearless. There is no such thing as fearless. All humans, no, all beings have fear in them. For if one was to be truly fearless, he would be dead long before that trait could be put to good use. Ezra knew what he had to do. He had to do what he was born, created, to do; slaughter.


For the reputation of the House of Trion, Ezra knee that he had to put up a good fight. Or at least one that was entertaining for both him and the audience. If he was going to die anyway, why not make it memorable? Engrave his face into the earth, make sure that generations into the future would know of his name. Unfortunately, many of the others before him had already used that name so it was rather pointless.


Folding his arms over his chest, Ezra leaned back on one foot and rolled his shoulders back. All of this was to be expected. This was his life and this was his purpose. This is why his name is Ezra. He was built for this. He was expected to put up a difficult fight and then die in the Dome and it wasn't something difficult to believe. However, although he had the potential to, he was not expected to shake the world. After all, those who are apart of the Ezra Project are weapons of mass destruction. They were considered to be tools. Fortunately, they were quite sharp for tools.


The names were called and the Lord of the House left. Without wasting a moment, Ezra immediately made his way to the Haul, staring the Asteraoth straight in the eyes as he approached them. It wasn't a defiant kind of way, it was simply a stare. A gaze. Nothing of importance. If one was to try and decipher what that stare meant, they would be stuck in an endless loop for it did mean absolutely nothing. There was nothing for Ezra to worry about, he did not have to do much. There is a quote from the Apostle Paul that would fit Ezra's attitude. "None of these things move me," Acts 20:24 (King James Version). For his circumstance was temporary and only time will reveal the great plan that I, the narrator, tell you of. One could say that Ezra was confident in this plan, this great strategy that could be compared to the Ezra Project in the first place but he was best described as contempt. He was contempt.


As he waited for the other chosen members of the House to come forth, Ezra stared each and everyone of them down with those piercing golden eyes of his. They seemed to lazily scan over the people, sometimes an eyebrow would be raised or the corners of his lips would twitch with an emotion that could be considered amusement by most but it was rather difficult to tell.


Finally, Ezra's eyes landed on a younger boy that seemed to resemble him quite well. It wasn't that they looked the same, they just shared similar traits. Blonde hair and golden eyes. Aldo had longer eyelashes and slightly softer cheeks. His hair colour was more vibrant and seemed to be more kept than Ezra's. A big difference would be their eyesight. While Ezra was gifted with perfect senses, that included 20/20 vision, Aldo wore glasses that would significantly inhibit his performance if damaged. Ezra would have to make sure something like that did not happen. Being able to throw fast and efficient hits to the pressure points of the body was Aldo's most known skill and it would be a useful tool in the Dome.


He took note of as much information he could in a matter of a few seconds, wanting to make use or all the advantages they were given to secure his survival in the Dome. Yes, you read that correctly, Ezra's survival. Sure, it would be a shame if other members of the House of Trion, or any other House, died but they had to know what they were getting themselves into, right? Death was of the highest percentage in the Dome. Well, then there's death by Ischaemic heart disease, which is the world's leading cause of death considering not everyone is forced into the annual event of the Dome.


Fortunately.

 

[Armageddon]

The next day, the letters were handed out. The tension was so thick that you could practically slice through it with a knife. It rolled off of every young man and young woman and permeated the air, sending odd tingles across the back of Aiden's neck. It set him slightly on edge. His fingers were twitching ever so slightly. The tearing of many envelopes began to fill the area.


Aiden was given his. His expression, all the while, was indifferent, and slightly cryptic, as always. He lowered the letter and stared at it without movement. His silence held no true intention. He smoothly opened the envelope and pulled out the paper, unfolding it. There was nothing but a list of the chosen from her, the founder of the House of Jane - Jane herself.


And among them, was the letters arranged to read Aiden Jeroven.


He was still as he re-read his name over and over. The steely gray moved along the letters. With Aidens' pure refusal to show a reaction, he wasn't quite sure how to react to it. He felt people turning to glance at him, or just straight-on stare at him. His head snapped up the second he sensed them, and his eyes shot to theirs. They immediately turned away. Aiden naturally held a no-bullshit aura to him, and even without anger, he could shoot daggers with his gaze. And they knew that. Everyone knew that.


When he was done scanning the faces of people to make sure there were no other eyes on him, he looked back down at the paper. It looked as though he'd be enjoying the latter of his options. Death, though very probable, set no disturbance in his heart. He was ready to fight with everything he had, and he was ready to die.


He came to attention again when he heard heavy footsteps approaching. His eyes flickered back up again. The Haul. Asteraoths. He felt a twinge of something make his fingers curl around the paper. He suddenly dropped any notion of thought and stood. He didn't need them barking orders in his face. It was already a struggle to be in their very presence. He wanted, longed for, so deeply yearned to hurt them. He let the letter drop from his hands and float to the ground.


They came to his sides. His shoulders tensed. He did not look at them, and he barely acknowledged them as they began their way forward, to the meeting area where all of the chosen would be grouped. Every instinct bellowed at him to attack. Every nerve was tingling. But, he stopped himself. He sucked it all into the condensed ball. No. The Dome is what we wait for. There you can release it. Patience. He took in a quiet, steadying breath, calming himself down.


When they reached the area, he saw another there, one whom he recognized. The one named Liam, the first of the list. Brown hair, odd, violet tint to his irises. There were rumors of Liam that weren't clear, but then, rumors are never accurate. He was a strong fighter. Aiden had seen him. Aggressive. A good one with double-handed swords. Impressive in hand-to-hand combat. His eyes ran up and down the lean boys' form. He has a chance. He was very vigorous, determined, in a sense. Although, none in the House of Jane were entirely good at tactical thinking, so hopefully, those of the House of Jane would get brutish opponents - including himself, and including Liam.


He allowed his gaze to linger for only a moment more before looking back forward, standing straight and strong. This was the day that his fate would be sealed. But that was good. He'd finally had something solid to look forward to.
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[Saito]

Saito updated The Asteraoth with a new update entry:


Update 10

Updates/ Added:
- Added in the Dome (And the appearance) to the maps section.

Read the rest of this update entry... 

Liam:

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The occurrence of the letter. The neatly written name of his own with the same tint of Janes original writing. All of the memories popped into his head, everything about her.


I will win.


The thought crossed his mind quickly. He began to think about ways to take out the Asteraoth, or even one of them. All he wanted was his own freedom. Then he would try his best to save them all. Every single one of the humans that wanted to live but they couldn't because of the damned Houses that took them in before they could find safety. Freedom, for even the Asteraoth that often questioned their side, the ones that have suggested or even thought of changing sides to help the humans. As Liam walked towards the Haul that was ready to escort himself and the others. He often wondered what the outside world was like now, after all of the years of the human race being taken in by those of the winged.


He often wondered what life would be like if he was for once out of the reach of a winged one. And to make things better, he started hearing rumors of some humans escaping to a place further past the old state of Texas in the US. The name of the land is no longer heard of, but if Liam was to escape this Hell, he would most definitely head there. Once reaching the demon looking winged creature, the beast wrapped an arm around Liam. As its arm was fully around the human boy, its hand linked to its own body before turning into stone. This was how the Hauls were used, because their stone turning bodies could carry humans with no difficulties and with no troubles or attempt of harm. Once off the ground, Liam overlooked his House. The beautiful outer structure of what it used to be was gone, now rotten and falling to pieces.


It's because they took Jane away...


Liam would never forget nor forgive himself for what happened on that day.


Hours pass and they finally reach the Dome. And oh what a site it held, from the beautiful outer stone structure to the dirt and dust of the inner area. After the Haul had landed, Liam was escorted with the others to a giant room for all of the contestants. Finding his way to the back of the room, he sat on the end of the stone-like bench that was formed off of the wall. Looking an viewing over the others that had or would eventually arrive(d). Waiting to see if any of them would pass at least the semi-finals, but all humans knew that that was technically impossible.


"All please be ready in about twenty minutes, we will announce who will be first to go into the Semi-finals."


One of the Asteraoth had spoken to the fighters that stood in the room. All awaiting, thinking, and readying themselves for the fight ahead.

 

[Croissant]

Oskar F.


Oskar was surprised to see Lady Veronice, at first she didn't seem very nice, Oskar usually liked people but she... seemed a bit rude. But over time Oskar became accustomed to her attitude. He had been chosen by her so he saluted to her, a happy smile on his face. He then looked to his partner, Mai, man he still hadn't approached her at all, he wondered if she should be the first friend he could make, he had his great sword slung on his back and most of his armor on except for his helmet, To show respect to Lady Veronice.


He scratched his head as he was escorted away by some men. Probably to the dome, Oskar put his helmet on once again and sighed from the inside of it. It seemed that it was their turn to shine now, Oskar was waiting for this moment for a long time, and he was happy. But afraid, he didn't feel up to par with everyone else, he only hoped he would do well.


Oskar continued to walk alongside Mai, he stayed silent as they walked, wondering what exactly the competition's outcome would end up as, Oskar had looked at the rest of the house's Lord's and they all seemed to be so powerful. They were less pushy than his leader, Lady Veronice. He still remained surprised he had been chosen back then. Oskar sat down and prepped his sword a bit, thinking positive thoughts and he also adjusted his armor. He stretched and after all that, he was ready.


There wasn't much he could do but wait at this point, he continued to think about the other houses and their respective strengths and weaknesses, although Trion seemed to be the strongest in Oskar's eyes. But every house had a certain strength so no doubt Trion could be overcome in some aspects. Oskar rubbed his eyes and then looked at Mai, he sighed and decided to talk.


"So um.... H-Hi."





@Mika Rin

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[King Of Imagination]

Damien looked down at the crumpled wad of paper in his hand. It had told him he was in the Semi-finals of the Dome. He was more than ready to fight, and more than happy to. He was sick of the Asteraoth always getting their way, always thinking they're stronger than the humans. He was ready to kill them. He walked out the door and was quickly grabbed by a Haul, but shrugged him off and spread his own wings, flying off into the air and following the other semi-finalists being carried by the Hauls. He landed with a heavy impact on the ground, bending his knees and putting a hand on the ground to reduce the impact. He stood up and readjusted his hilt strap so his sword sat properly on his back and folded in his wings, glaring at Asteraoth guarding the entrance to the Dome.