New Blood

New Heros, new blood.


[Skai: Next time, please put more words in your post, even if it's to start a role-play. Seeing as you're new to the boards, I'll let it slide.]

name:Joseph weapon:Buster Sword Power:fire, barrier,thunder.occupation:none.appearence:Cloud with a blue cape and red pants

(OOC: Hey, Orcryst, sorry it took me so long to reply, we had to move the 'cheese' ferret downstairs)

Name: Syn Temero
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown; looks like he could be around 25 years
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: Uknown
Race: Unknown;appears human
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black with streaks of silver; Short with bangs that hang in front of his eyes
Occupation: A commander of the Elite Guard in the King's army.
Weapons: Two swords; one with a mythril blade and an ebony hilt carved into the shape of a dragon with its mouth open, on the top of the dragons mouth (on the hilt guard) is a small mythril blade; The other sword has an obsidian blade and a sterling silver hilt with a similar carving, the dragons altering appearances slightly.
Appearance: Thin with a good build. Normally wears the armor of the Elite guard or a black t-shirt and black pants. Wears a tear shaped, blood red stone on a silver chain around his neck.

Bio: Not much is known about Syn, nobody even really knows if his name is really Syn or not. He joined the king's army when he was young (age is uncertain) and quickly climbed the ranks into a captain of the Elite Guard for King Aryk, ruler of the thriving city and nation Dragonia. Those under his command hold high respect to Syn and his amazing abilities. However, even though many people besides his troops held high respect for him, they also feared him. His abilities were well known, but so was his cold, loner attitude.


(OOC: I'll write a little bit for Syn's story, remember, the characters don't have to merge right away, they can hold their own stories for a while. So whatever I write, you can go off on something that's said, or you can create an entirely different situation. Just don't wait TOO long to merge the characters.)


Syn strode down the long, marble hall. His heavy boots echoed with every step he took. Even though he was summoned by the king, Syn took his time reaching the throne room, like always.
A lot of people complained about his attitude, saying he was too selfish and too heartless to be human. Some say his skills defy the human limits. Even so, noone dared complain to or question Syn. He was called the Dark Angel for a reason.
As Syn passed the two Elite Guards standing outside the two, black double doors, they quickly moved to open them.
Without acknowledging them at all, Syn stepped through the doors into a large room lined with pillars and masterly carved statues. A long red carpet covered a small part of the white marble floors and led to a tall and elegant throne.
A middle-aged man sat proudly on the red, velvet cusioned throne. He had shoulder length black hair, and a small beard and mustache. His eyes were dark brown and reflected all his royal teachings. On his head was a golden crown lined with one of every gem in existence.
The gems were used as symbols for each country.
Dragonia's gem was the largest, and first gem on the crown. The ruby.
Next to the king sat a young female with long, golden hair and bright blue eyes. She was young, yet wise and was very gentle with a wrath that every living thing feared. She was Queen Nea.
Syn walked along the red carpet and stopped a certain distance from the throne. There, against his will, he fell to one knee and bowed his head.
"Commander Syn, I'm glad you could come. Please, stand," King Aryk said, careful to hide his annoyance at Syn's late arrival.
Syn stood and dared to look the King in the eyes, an action that would usually call for execution, "You summoned me, my lord?" Syn's voice was cold, emotionless with a tinge of the spite he held in his personality.
"Yes, I want to change the patrols. We've heard rumors of the Kingdom Taren preparing an evasion. I want you and your most trusted troops to scout the borders for any disturbances. I already have another Elite Guard squad taking over your normal watch for the time you will be gone."
Syn bowed,"Yes, my lord, we will leave immediantly."
He turned and walked out of the throne room. On his way down the hall, he came across a servant,"You, boy, come here."
The young servant obeyed immediantly,"Y-yes sir?"
"Go find Ryans, Brig, Cole, and Demitri and tell them to prepare for a scouting mission."
Servants and maids were forced to memorize all the names of the Elite Guard. The servant bowed, "Yes sir." He ran down the hallway as fast as he could.
Syn started towards his own room to prepare for the mission.

*Joseph walked along the path outside of the city Midigar*damn where could the entrance be*Joseph saw a demon comming his way*awww great a weak demon*he jumped into the air and sliced the monster in half*well waddya know right there is the entrance*we walk in as he saw tons of rubble and debris*ohh boy its gonna be hard to find rain in all this*he truged through the debris as he finnaly saw Rains house*hey rain you home*the door opened as a woman opened the door*ohhh Joseph youve come back Ive missed you*the woman ran up to him and hugged him*uhhhh hello*Joseph said hugging her back*I missed you so much*Joseph looked down at her*I missed you also its been what 2 years

Character Name: Orcryst
Age: 18
Race: Demon
Height: 5’5”
Weight: Average with slight/medium build
Eyes: Pearl with slight hint of blue
Hair: Silver

Outfit: Dark blue cloak; baggy black pants; blue/back shirt; black face mask.

Job: Ninja/killer for hire
Weapon: Bow whenever he can get his hands on one; dual long, curved daggers

BIO: The Toddler in the Shadows
Orcryst was born in the small, poor village of Tiryn. Orcryst’s father was the best blacksmith in town. At the age of 3, his father got a job for the king as the King’s Chief Blacksmith. They moved straight from Tiryn to the castle without stopping anywhere in between.
During the time they were in the castle, no one from Orcryst’s family looked anyone in the castle directly in the eye. What are the odds of a human having faint blue eyes and the king would have no one other than humans work for him. In his eyes, everything else was inferior.
However, ill-fortune befell Orcryst’s family as somehow the king found out the truth. He sent Orcryst’s father out into the castle’s courtyard to deliver one of the Generals of the Royal Guard his sword. He walked straight into the king’s trap. Archers on the roof of the castle launched hundreds of arrows at Orcryst’s father. He fell, dead.
Orcryst’s mother was watching from one of the windows and she knew that their time was running thin. Somehow she escaped, clutching Orcryst in her arms, but they were not yet free. They ranbut could not outrun the guards. They ran directly into Naessa Caves with the Royal Guard right behind them.
Through the darkness they ran until they came upon the most unfortunate thing yet . . . a dead end. She threw Orcryst in the corner. The shadows engulfed him immediately. She turned to face her encroaching danger. So it was, Orcryst watched the brutal butchering of his only known family. It was strange that Luck smiled on Orcryst’s kind because the guards failed to notice the toddler in the shadows, without his parents, to grow up in the shadows, and with little hope to survive . . .

175 years later: Orcryst trudged down the side of the street that went straight through the middle of town. It was pouring rain. His cloak hood was up and his whole face covered by a mask that he could see through, however no one could see him. The streets were empty, thats exactly who Orcryst liked it. He hated being around people. He felt out of place.

He walked straight towards the gates of the watch-tower in the center of the town. The watch-tower housed about 15 soldiers, all of whome served King Dyrtaj without thinking twice. Orcryst stopped at a deserted butcher's shop. There were two guards at the gate. They hadn't seen him, but Orcryst never missed anything. They were standing perfectly still, in textbook military fashion.

Orcryst gave a slight grin, baring one of his two teeth that were, oddly, longer than the other. He slipped into the alley that the Butcher Shop and another shop created. He stopped. Intently looked around at everything to make sure he wasnt being followed.

He knelt to the ground and felt the mud on which he stood. Then, with one mighty action he leaped at least twenty feet high. He grabbed the edge of the top of the shop and pulled himself up. Oh yes. This was the spot. The spot he had camped near and staked out. This was the first step in his plan. this was the begginning of a long road.

He spat, took off his mask, and brought down his hood. He look up into the gray sky. he said a quick prayer in an ancient tongue. lightning made and intricate spider-web pattern across the gray expanse. He let the cool rain splash on his face. He chuckled to himself and brought his head back to its original spot. He knelt onto the clay roof. He undid the long war-bow that hung from his back. He unwrapped it, strung it, then tested its resistence against his pulls.

He eyed his targets: the two sentry guards out front. he knew this wasn't going to be easy. He took an arrow from his quiver and notched it in the string. again he eyed his target, only this time he focused on the guard to the left. He pulled back the arrow . . . . . . waited . . . . . eyed his target once more . . . . then he let go. Just as that happened lightning lanced down from the sky off into the distance. The arrow had hit its mark: straight through the guard on the left's heart.

The other guard glanced at his fallen comrade, "He-" another arrow wizzed from Orcryst's bow and pierced the second sentry's neck, sticking out of the other side. The guard gurgled as a drop of blood flowed from his lips. He fell over still making some sort of gutteral sound.

Orcryst stood, leapt down from the building, leaving his quiver and bow behind, and hurried into the shadows where he waited for about 15 minutes. When nothing happened, he ran over to the gate. No, he wasn't going through the front, they would suspect that of an intruder. he would go through the back. He ran around the circular wall, stopping and listening every now and then. Finally, he reached the other side of the strong hold. he stopped and listend, then knelt again.

Up he lept in one swift motion, soaring over the wall, clearing the top only by inches. He landed hard, and almost fell over. He straightened up. Then he pulled from his side-sheaths two curved daggers. Each of the foot long blades were made of Darksteel, a rare ore. The hilts were silver and were engraved with many different runes, each symbolizing something different. He sneered, twirled the blades in a lightning fast motion, weaving complex patterns in the air. Yes, he was ready.

*Joseph stood there as she hugged him he was not very scentimantal because he was a killing machine he dare not touch her with his hands that were stained with blood*uh Rain could you by chance let me in or somethin cuz I havent ate for days*she looked up at him*oh yes uh come on in Joey*You know I hate being called that Rain*he said in an more harsh tone of voice*She looked into his eyes*ok Ill try*she said with a giggle as he walked in*how quaint*Joseph said as a boy ran up to him hugging his leg*so how was bien in Soldier huh big bro*said the boy with an exited tone to his voice*heh it was ok I guess*Joseph said with a harsh tone of voice*now Brad get to bed I see your Baby sitter hasnt made you yet haha*Joseph said with a chuckle*[how do you like it so far guys Im not very good at this*

Syn had gathered his supplies and had mounted his horse in the stables.
Aboriortus was a beautiful mare, completely black with silver streaks in her black mane and tail, matching Syn. She was just as mysterious and cold as Syn. Nobody knew what breed of horse she was, or where she came from. She was very strong, stronger than most of the stallions in the stable, and the fastest horse in all of Dragonia. The apprentices dreaded feeding her because she would never let anyone but Syn close to her. Most of the time they had to throw the food in her stall. She had killed two stable masters and four apprentices so far, but the king refused to kill her. She would make the perfect breeder when she became too old for battle. Besides, anyone that dealt with Aboriortus would have to deal with Syn. Seperated, they were impossible to deal with, but together, on the battle field, they were unstoppable. There were even rumors that Syn and his mare shared a strong telepathic link.
Syn stroked the mares neck as he waited for his summoned soldiers to mount.
When they were ready, all four of them stood in a line before Syn.
After briefly examining them and their equipment and mounts, Syn nodded, "You four have been chosen to accompany me to the border between Dragonia and Taren. I'm sure you have all heard the rumors of Taren's coming assault."
The soldiers nodded in response.
"Good," Syn continued, his eyes piercing through all of them, one by one,"Our mission is to scout the border and report any disturbances as quickly as possible."
The mounts shifted eagerly, knowing they were going to get their long desired excecise.
Without another word, Syn rode past his soldiers and towards the city gate. The soldiers followed as they were trained to long ago.
Once past the gate, the soldiers formed an arrowhead formation, Syn at the top.
They rode through a vast farmland, the dirt road lined with crops. The farmers and their families looked up from their work and watched the small group pass.
Some of the children ran after them, waving and cheering even though they had no idea where they were going. When the soldiers were long gone, the children picked up sticks and began to swordfight, already dreaming of becoming soldiers.
Once past the farmland they entered a forest. The path was too small for their usual formation so they had to follow Syn in a single file line.
The forest was alive with the songs of birds and the wild deer fleeing from the armed riders. The trees grew close together, letting little sunlight in. Even though they could barely see the path, Aboriortus knew the way by heart. Syn had to make sure they didn't get too far ahead of the small group.
Once they cleared the forest, they took formation again and began their journey across the Dragonia Plains. It would be two days before they crossed the plains and reached the border.

*joseph left Rains house and went out on a search even he didnt know what for*damn this has been a weird day*he said as he walked far from a Madigar throught the wilderness as he reached the Dragonia Plains*phew damn that was long walk*he panted*id better keep on goin*he said as jumped in the grass when he saw some men*wait why am I hiding*he stood up*who are you guys and what are you doin here

"Who are you guys and what are you doing here?" A young man asked Syn's small group as they began to set up camp for the night. The sun was well on the western horizon, the stars and moon on the eastern.
Syn's group manage to build a small fire and they were just preparing to go hunting for food when the stranger approached.
Syn approached the stranger,"Who are you? Your not Dragonian, I can tell just by your clothes." Syn kept his hand on the hilts of his swords.
Brig, Ryans, Cole and Demitri stopped what they were doing and approached the stranger as well. They, also, had their hands on their weapons, ready to fight if neccessary.

Name: Dargo
Hight:6'4"
Sex:Male
Age:22
Wieght:164
Hair Length: Long
Hair Color:Black
Job: Hi-classed swordsman/Knight
Clothing:White and crimson red armor. Wields a blood spattered Black sword with jagged edges resembling rose thorns.

Bio- Dargo grew up in a town named Baile with his father. He had no mother because she was killed ina war after Dargo's birth. His father was a guardian of the town brave and well known liked by all of Baile. At the age of 12 Dargo had become to be more close to his father and wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps as a guardian protecting the town. As he tried to persue his dreams he knew he had to start off small he wouldnt just make it to a rank that high at his age so he decided to take the test to make it to the Knights at least and build on his rank. Dargo is able to be a Knight but not until he turns 17. In between the years he waits to become a Knight his father passes away. Dargo soon comes to relize that since no one but his father and some shop owners really knew him that he could get away with a little lie and makes it into the Kingdom's Army at the age of 16 one year before hes saposed to.

About 6 years later- Dargo has already made his way up past the ranking of his father and is now a guardian of the Castle. Yet he finds his job boring and decides to leave the towns side unnoticed.
One cool, damp night while on duty in the throne room on the first floor of the castle, Dargo decides to grab his Pay, sword, and armor and ditch the town he has served well. Though he couldn't just leave it was against the Law to leave His post with out a good reason. "Damn..." Dargo thought as he stood his post. "How am i bound to escape if there is a guard standing next to every exit?" he whispers to himself. Dargo finds himself maybe stuck in his post much longer. As he sits there pondering, a strange man in a dressed nicley smoking a cigar walks past the doors of the throne room, the man just catches Dargo's eye. Dargo removes his armet and looks down the hall and shouts "Hey!, .... you there wait just a minute."

The man turns around trembling in fear and drops his cigar and says "Y-y-yes sir?" Dargo then replies "Where you off to?" The man reaches into his pocket jummbling his words. Dargo gets ready to draw his sword on the man as another guard rushes from his post and pushes Dargo from the strange man.
"Take it easy ther' kid, hes the embassador of the Leo Clan(small group of veterains on the outside from another town)." the guard interupts. Dargo backs off and put his hands to his side and snarls at the man, and wispers to him self as he returns to his post "Something sure does smell good ...... might be preparing for tomorrows dinner already? ... noo to early ... eh ..." Dargo soon comes to relize that man dropped his cigar and looks back down the hall and sees a small flame begin to rise from the carpet. "Holy- .... er" Dargo seems to be on to something as the fire on the carpet begins to grow ... he pretends as if he doesnt know anything.
"Every thing ok Dar - SHIT!" one of the guards heard Dargo yell and had walked down the hall to see if he was alright and sees a small fire that has started on the red carpet. Dargo turns around and sees the guard trying to stomp out the flames and sees that he left his post.
Dargo then shouts " COME HELP PUT OUT THIS FIRE!" to every one on the frist floor of the castle. Dargo seems to be onto something as everyone is panicing over a small flame that is burning away at the carpet. Dargo then flees for the front door. "Damn! It's locked..." Dargo draws his sword trhe begins to try and cut the iron links free. He bursts free through the other side and begins to make a run for the gate house . Dargo cant stop or he may stand a chance of being caught out of his post and be drug back.
Dargo leaps up onto one of the nearby tree and jumps over the tall stone wall outside of the castle and into the dark forest laying outside of the town.
"Oh mercifull .... heaven, im so beat. Why must i be so thick headed." Dargo pants and begins to regret what he did as he walks far from the town down the path. "Hm, well ... i guess i shouldn't rest yet must push myself onward or i will be found" Dargo begins to wander off into the forest.
Dargo doesnt relize that he was probably the highest skilled swordsman in his Army and he just threw it away. He does not stop to think he has followers even once. Dargo begins to walk slowly forward towards the edge of a cliff over seeing a river and a flat grass land. Dargo tries to set up a nice aread to fall asleep as a guard that had followed him ran after him panting "Darg..o what are you doing? You relise you can be exocuted for what you just did?!"
Dargo turns his tired body over to the guards direction and replies "What the hell do you want? I'm tired let me sleep" The guard refuses to take that as an answer and grabd the back of Dargo's brilliant white Cuirass and stands him up. "Sir please follow me back to the castle"
Dargo lifts his head and says "Please leave me be!" and grabs the guards arm attemting him to throw him over the edge from where he stands.
the guard then yells "I'M SORRY SIR!" and panics trying to get away from Dargo's grip and trips Dargo in the process. Darog tries to regain his ballance and falls backwards off the cliff onto a ledge about 50 feet down from where he fell. Dargo is knocked out cold.
The Guard having no idea what he just did runs away and gets lost in the woods. ~~

(OOC: Cloud, I'm sorry if my version of your character is completely off, but you kind of left me in a tight spot. Just send me a PM if you hate it and I'll edit it.)


The stranger held his hands up, "Whoa, I asked you first. Who are you and what are you doing here?" he repeated, much to Syn's annoyance.
Syn glared at the stranger, piercing his soul with his cold, grey eyes,"I don't care who asked first. I have a right to be here, this is my country. Now, I will only ask you one more time or I'll kill you here and now. Who are you?"
"My name's Joseph, I'm from Midigar." the stranger replied.
With one final glare, Syn relaxed himself, his men following his lead. Midigar was the kingdom of the Onyx gem. They had been in a strong alliance with Dragonia for many years. Dragonians and Midigarans had no war with each other.
"Now answer my question, who are you?" Joseph repeated for a third time as Syn turned his back and began walking towards the camp fire.
Syn stopped walking and looked over his shoulder,"I am Syn Temero, Captain of the Tenth Squadron of the Dragonian Elite Guard. These are some of my men; Ryans, Brig, Cole and Demitri."
Joseph looked at each of them as their names were called. They all saluted him as if it were a subconcious act,"That's a long name. . . You must be important."
Syn stared at Joseph as he reached the campfire,"And equally as skilled,"he warned.
Syn's men went back to their work. Ryans and Cole went to hunt a few wild animals for their meal, Brig went to fetch some water, and Demitri stayed behind in case Syn needed him.
Demitri's weapon was a dragonlance. It was made of mythril with an obsidian blade and runes of strength and valor carved into it.
Syn sighed in annoyance,"Why are you still here? You know all your going to know, now begone."
Joseph didn't move,"Hey, uh, your going to eat now, right? Would it be alright if I stayed for the meal?"
Demitri chuckled, already knowing his commanders answer.
"No."

Orcryst held the blades tightly. Nothing in the world could have broken his grasp. He could hear the clanging of soldier's scale greaves inside the stone watchtower.

He ran to the back door of the watch-tower without a sound being made. He stood just outside the door as he listened to the next room. From what he could tell there were three people inside, one of them particularly close to the door, an easy target.

He pulled his hood over his head and placed his black face mask over his face. This was it, there was no turning back. with that thought, he whirled around and kicked the door with his powerful leg. The door flew off its hinges and soared across the room. The soldiers could not see because of dust. There were frustrated coughs and a lot of commotion. He, however could make out the outlines of the three soldiers standing in the room. He grabbed the closest soldier to him and slit his throat with ease. The human gasped, the fell limp, with a monotonous thud, to the floor. The commotion in the room ceased.

Orcryst turned to his left and with a slight twitch of his wrist, the dagger in his left hand flew and with a hiss, entered the soldiers abdomine. He hit his target, he wanted the soldier to scream to draw the others towards him. A blood curtling scream left the soldier's lips as he rocked back and forth, body twisting in awkward shapes. It didnt effect Orcryst, he was used to screaming. he did it a lot when he was young and alone inside his cave.

The dust settled and he walked over to the dying soldier. He pulled the dagger out of his stomach. He kicked the soldiers head hard, neck snapping. Blood dripped from the dagger's blade onto the dead soldiers body.

He turned and faced the other soldier. The rapid footsteps above him comming closer and closer. The remaining soldiers face was pale with fright as he eyed his companions lifeless bodies. He was shaking nervously as he drew his shortsword. He wanted to avenge his partner's deaths but before he could even think about it, Orcryst was on top of him, his dagger running straight through his ribcage. Orcryst laughed evily into the dying guard's ear. Orcryst turned the dagger, letting the soldier cry out in pain and then with one violent jerk he pulled the dagger out and let blood erupt from the soldiers grevious wound. the soldier fell to the ground, lying in his own blood.

The remaining soldiers in the whole watch-tower were all standing in the doorway. He threw off his mask, revealing his elongated K9s, and he threw off his cloak. Again, he twirled his daggers slinging the blood onto the soldiers. They all had their swords drawn and were ready to fight. The circled Orcryst and, in unison, ran towards him. Ducking, Orcryst swung his arms wildly, cutting straight through some of the soldiers legs. With lightning fast moves he stod and started slicing through each soldier. Screams echoed throughout the tower as though it were an insane asylum. Blood splattered the walls. Bodies were littering the floor. They deserved everything they got. They took everything he knew away from him so many years ago and now, they will pay. Battle rage swam through his blood as he cut down each soldier. His clothes were torn as he dodged the remaining troops desperate swings. Their crazed attacks missed him by centimeters, tearing clothing from him. They were getting tired, however, Orcryst still had enough energy to fight fifteen more. He stopped. Everything was still two soldiers were left.

Orcryst whispered a word or two and his daggers started to glow a white-blue color. the same color of his eyes. He jammed the daggers between two cracks in the ground. He he ran to his cloak and mask with insane speed and bolted out the door and ran through the outside gates of the tower. He threw on his cloak and thrusted his mask between his belt and pants. The soldiers stood at the door dazed and confused. Orcryst slowed his pace from a run to a slow trot.

Behind him an explosion shook the ground. The tower had exploded. Debris shot everywhere, oddly, none hitting Orcryst. The raised both of his hands just above his shoulders. Something whizzed and then stopped dead in his hands. His daggers had returned, unaffected by the the huge explosion that rocked the small town. He shoved the daggers back into their sheaths and put his mask back over his face.

He would head to his next town, this one closer to the boreders of Taren. There was a watch-tower in the next town that was very similar to that in this one, only bigger. He left his bow and quiver behind. He had stolen it off of a dead body anyway and it would only bring bad luck. He would get another in the next town.

After the next town, he would head straight for the castle, and he would then end the life of the king that tormented him so, when he was younger.

He didnt think what he just did was right, but he had to do something, he had to make a stand, he had to revenge the death of his parents and he had to stand up for his own race. For he was a demon, and he was pissed off . . .

[no its just fine sorry to leave you hangin hey AzureBulmung Im ~WOLF KING~ from AC wazzap bro]Joseph ate as the moon beamed down on him"so Syn how strong are you were you in SOLDIER or somethin im not from around here I came from Madigar I just vised my friend Rain from that area"Joseph said it fast really not understanding what had just came from his own mouth