Here are few of my characters
Adrian
Hello. I am Adrian and I’m a ghost. No, it’s not a joke. I died before my time so I am stuck here until I can go trough reincarnation. If that wasn’t enough I must also fix my karma before I do that. Sucks, I know. How did that happened? You see, I was… I am a seer, telepath and energy healer. It was given for me by my ancestors. But instead of doing something good with all that I managed to make huge mess. For me it was like a game, to see someone’s future, read thoughts or know when they will die. I manipulated people’s energy with and without their permission for both – healing and hurting. News about me traveled fast and soon I had a job. People would come to me from all country. I felt like a superstar. I felt important. One thing I stayed true to was telling them their future. It was theirs and I had no right to play with it. But I broke that rule once and it did cost me my life.
As soon as he entered I could have told that he was rich asshole. New suit that costs more than some people’s cars, few big rings, bodyguard. He talked to me like I was a trash. Even though he came to me and asked for my help I felt like a slave. I told him what he asked for and he stood up, then pulled out hundred bucks, threw on my desk and said “Here, buy something so people would not think I was talking to a hobo.” Then everything in me flipped. I closed my eyes and told him to wait because new vision came to me. Oh, humans. So predictable, so easy to manipulate. He wanted to hear more. They all do. I told him that his company will go bankrupt in half of year so he should sell it before that happens. It was easy, I read his mind and could tell how every building looks like, what kind of service his company offers, how much they get in a year. He believed me. He sold his company within two weeks. After three months that company grew almost double from what he had. I took twelve million bucks from him. I was happy. I felt like I did justice. He saw justice in other things, like bullets, piercing my chest as I walked from the shop. It did hurt like hell.
As soon as I became a ghost I tried to reincarnate but got big beautiful zero. So I went to Meira, friend of mine and few times more powerful psychic than I am. She explained me that I can’t go now because I am not ready, my soul is not clean enough. When I asked how to clean it she laughed. “You need to do good deeds” she said “And knowing you I would more likely see purple snow than you helping someone”. Well snow is still white and I really want to get new body soon so here is the deal – if you need help, saving, talking to invisible friend or any other crazy stuff that would make you happy I will gladly haunt you, your house or even neighborhood. I am strong, can read minds, see future. I can move physical objects and believe me I am not talking about cups and chairs. I am also a healer and overall fun guy to be around. So if you are not scared to go nuts I would gladly hang out around you.
Hello. I am Adrian and I’m a ghost. No, it’s not a joke. I died before my time so I am stuck here until I can go trough reincarnation. If that wasn’t enough I must also fix my karma before I do that. Sucks, I know. How did that happened? You see, I was… I am a seer, telepath and energy healer. It was given for me by my ancestors. But instead of doing something good with all that I managed to make huge mess. For me it was like a game, to see someone’s future, read thoughts or know when they will die. I manipulated people’s energy with and without their permission for both – healing and hurting. News about me traveled fast and soon I had a job. People would come to me from all country. I felt like a superstar. I felt important. One thing I stayed true to was telling them their future. It was theirs and I had no right to play with it. But I broke that rule once and it did cost me my life.
As soon as he entered I could have told that he was rich asshole. New suit that costs more than some people’s cars, few big rings, bodyguard. He talked to me like I was a trash. Even though he came to me and asked for my help I felt like a slave. I told him what he asked for and he stood up, then pulled out hundred bucks, threw on my desk and said “Here, buy something so people would not think I was talking to a hobo.” Then everything in me flipped. I closed my eyes and told him to wait because new vision came to me. Oh, humans. So predictable, so easy to manipulate. He wanted to hear more. They all do. I told him that his company will go bankrupt in half of year so he should sell it before that happens. It was easy, I read his mind and could tell how every building looks like, what kind of service his company offers, how much they get in a year. He believed me. He sold his company within two weeks. After three months that company grew almost double from what he had. I took twelve million bucks from him. I was happy. I felt like I did justice. He saw justice in other things, like bullets, piercing my chest as I walked from the shop. It did hurt like hell.
As soon as I became a ghost I tried to reincarnate but got big beautiful zero. So I went to Meira, friend of mine and few times more powerful psychic than I am. She explained me that I can’t go now because I am not ready, my soul is not clean enough. When I asked how to clean it she laughed. “You need to do good deeds” she said “And knowing you I would more likely see purple snow than you helping someone”. Well snow is still white and I really want to get new body soon so here is the deal – if you need help, saving, talking to invisible friend or any other crazy stuff that would make you happy I will gladly haunt you, your house or even neighborhood. I am strong, can read minds, see future. I can move physical objects and believe me I am not talking about cups and chairs. I am also a healer and overall fun guy to be around. So if you are not scared to go nuts I would gladly hang out around you.
Galanor
Many years ago there was a clan. People there lived so close with the nature that gods even granted them power to turn into animals. Other clans were scared and jealous of such power and decided to get rid of the clan. War started. Every man went to defend his home, while women healed the injured ones and sent blessings. War lasted for more than hundred years and clan got used to training every boy into warrior and every girl into shaman. Even when war ended and other clans realized that they will not be able to defeat shifters the clan continued separation of boys and girls thinking that another war may occur any day. It became new law and lasted for generations.
Galanor, 12th generation shifter, wasn’t very good warrior. He did not find joy in endless training and repeating same moves over and over again. Too curious, too dreamy. No one was surprised when a shaman named Amitha fell for him. Their parents blessed their love and young couple spent every day and night together. Both being great shifters they often spent time exploring world in beast forms. Amitha was an explorer type, just like him. They both wanted to learn everything, to see the world. War, that may occur but never happened again was least of their worries. Being so close to Amitha Galanor soon picked up her knowledge and after two years he knew as much about chanting and healing as any woman in the clan. Yet whenever he tried to use it everyone laughed from him, said that he is betraying his path. Elders even mentioned possibility of him being exiled if the boy will not get back to right path.
Galanor did stop, at least the clan thought he did. Boy became great archer, mastered shifts and became great scout of the clan. Yet, he never enjoyed using blades, but the archery and seeking was enough to get elders off his back. If they knew that after sixteen hours of daily battle training
Galanor spent four more taking lessons from Amitha. She was only one who understood his desire to give instead of taking and heal instead of destroying.
Couple got married as soon as both finished their trials and got titles. Galanor, the Night Hunter and Amitha, the Earth’s Maiden became new beautiful family under the full moon as the customs required. Life in the clan got back to normal and elders could relax seeing how two most adventurous souls seemed to settle down.
The couple lived happily, Amitha got pregnant and Galanor felt like he could not be any happier. Of course he still had to hide his lessons from the clan but at this point it was his natural state. No matter how tired he would be from endless scout training or missions he would still learn something from Amitha every single night. Even when their twins Akila and Ka’ani were born couple would still find the way. In exchange of the lessons Galanor would teach Amitha about everything he discovered while scouting since women were forbidden to leave the village.
One day humans showed up in the village. They were not from any clan, wore strange clothes and had items the clan has never seen before. While all world grew accustomed to technologies Galanor’s clan lived deep in the mountain and had knowledge equal to 16th century. People from 21st age were big news for them. Clan tried to be friendly but humans said that they need to be relocated since the mountain their village was in would soon be destroyed. People talked about ore, money and profit. They offered clan technologies and what they called “evolution”. When elders said that there is no way they will leave the mountain the war finally started. Even though so many generations were preparing for it no one actually expected to be part of it.
Men of the clan fought brave but humans were strong. They had weapons clan never seen before. Elders gave order to reveal their secret and fight while using shifts. Clan won, but that made things even worse. More people came and tried to catch them.
Amitha was killed during second attack while protecting Akila and Ka’ani. Galanor found their bodies when he got back from his mission. Man was broken, there was no end for his sadness but he had no time for sorrow. Clan needed protection. Galanor figured that Amitha would have wanted that. He joined final forces and stopped 3rd wave of attackers.
Many men were hurt that day and only few healers left. It felt natural for Galanor to try and heal his brothers. But instead of being thankful elders got mad, seeing a man using skills he should never have. Even on the edge of complete destruction they were too ignorant to admit versatility and take any help they could get. They even called him a traitor.
At that moment Galanor cracked. He could not understand how his lessons could be important now, when there was so much death and despair around. His family was dead. Everyone’s families were dead and elders still found time to remind rules? Maybe clan like that should not exist? Place where one has to hide his biggest passion and obey stupid laws that was created ages ago. Galanor could not sit still any more. He was sick of same missions, same training, same system. If they can’t see all the good things he can do while being both warrior AND shaman maybe he should become a traitor after all.
Galanor did one last healing to those he could, completely ignoring yelling elders, blessed those who were going to fight and then shifted to the white crow – one of Amitha’s favorite shifts. He flew away from all he knew, from all he had. Strangely farther he got more freedom he felt. No stupid laws. No restrictions. He wasn’t meant just for scouting any more. Now he was Galanor, the Shifter Shaman. It did not surprise him when Amitha’s spirit followed her lover. They had so much to explore, to see, to learn. Both of them. Just the way it was meant to be.
Many years ago there was a clan. People there lived so close with the nature that gods even granted them power to turn into animals. Other clans were scared and jealous of such power and decided to get rid of the clan. War started. Every man went to defend his home, while women healed the injured ones and sent blessings. War lasted for more than hundred years and clan got used to training every boy into warrior and every girl into shaman. Even when war ended and other clans realized that they will not be able to defeat shifters the clan continued separation of boys and girls thinking that another war may occur any day. It became new law and lasted for generations.
Galanor, 12th generation shifter, wasn’t very good warrior. He did not find joy in endless training and repeating same moves over and over again. Too curious, too dreamy. No one was surprised when a shaman named Amitha fell for him. Their parents blessed their love and young couple spent every day and night together. Both being great shifters they often spent time exploring world in beast forms. Amitha was an explorer type, just like him. They both wanted to learn everything, to see the world. War, that may occur but never happened again was least of their worries. Being so close to Amitha Galanor soon picked up her knowledge and after two years he knew as much about chanting and healing as any woman in the clan. Yet whenever he tried to use it everyone laughed from him, said that he is betraying his path. Elders even mentioned possibility of him being exiled if the boy will not get back to right path.
Galanor did stop, at least the clan thought he did. Boy became great archer, mastered shifts and became great scout of the clan. Yet, he never enjoyed using blades, but the archery and seeking was enough to get elders off his back. If they knew that after sixteen hours of daily battle training
Galanor spent four more taking lessons from Amitha. She was only one who understood his desire to give instead of taking and heal instead of destroying.
Couple got married as soon as both finished their trials and got titles. Galanor, the Night Hunter and Amitha, the Earth’s Maiden became new beautiful family under the full moon as the customs required. Life in the clan got back to normal and elders could relax seeing how two most adventurous souls seemed to settle down.
The couple lived happily, Amitha got pregnant and Galanor felt like he could not be any happier. Of course he still had to hide his lessons from the clan but at this point it was his natural state. No matter how tired he would be from endless scout training or missions he would still learn something from Amitha every single night. Even when their twins Akila and Ka’ani were born couple would still find the way. In exchange of the lessons Galanor would teach Amitha about everything he discovered while scouting since women were forbidden to leave the village.
One day humans showed up in the village. They were not from any clan, wore strange clothes and had items the clan has never seen before. While all world grew accustomed to technologies Galanor’s clan lived deep in the mountain and had knowledge equal to 16th century. People from 21st age were big news for them. Clan tried to be friendly but humans said that they need to be relocated since the mountain their village was in would soon be destroyed. People talked about ore, money and profit. They offered clan technologies and what they called “evolution”. When elders said that there is no way they will leave the mountain the war finally started. Even though so many generations were preparing for it no one actually expected to be part of it.
Men of the clan fought brave but humans were strong. They had weapons clan never seen before. Elders gave order to reveal their secret and fight while using shifts. Clan won, but that made things even worse. More people came and tried to catch them.
Amitha was killed during second attack while protecting Akila and Ka’ani. Galanor found their bodies when he got back from his mission. Man was broken, there was no end for his sadness but he had no time for sorrow. Clan needed protection. Galanor figured that Amitha would have wanted that. He joined final forces and stopped 3rd wave of attackers.
Many men were hurt that day and only few healers left. It felt natural for Galanor to try and heal his brothers. But instead of being thankful elders got mad, seeing a man using skills he should never have. Even on the edge of complete destruction they were too ignorant to admit versatility and take any help they could get. They even called him a traitor.
At that moment Galanor cracked. He could not understand how his lessons could be important now, when there was so much death and despair around. His family was dead. Everyone’s families were dead and elders still found time to remind rules? Maybe clan like that should not exist? Place where one has to hide his biggest passion and obey stupid laws that was created ages ago. Galanor could not sit still any more. He was sick of same missions, same training, same system. If they can’t see all the good things he can do while being both warrior AND shaman maybe he should become a traitor after all.
Galanor did one last healing to those he could, completely ignoring yelling elders, blessed those who were going to fight and then shifted to the white crow – one of Amitha’s favorite shifts. He flew away from all he knew, from all he had. Strangely farther he got more freedom he felt. No stupid laws. No restrictions. He wasn’t meant just for scouting any more. Now he was Galanor, the Shifter Shaman. It did not surprise him when Amitha’s spirit followed her lover. They had so much to explore, to see, to learn. Both of them. Just the way it was meant to be.
Crowen
Since he was little boy Adrian was interested in being a warrior. They both were. He and his twin brother Neil. After all their father was Ogranar Crowen, prime general of the Emperor himself. While growing up boys trained a lot and at the age of fifteen could easily take down any regular soldier. They knew that their future was in Emperors army, maybe even following fathers steps and becoming someone great. Their mother Elaina was both, proud and scared of her boys. Crowen twins were famous not only because their great fighting skills but also loyalty, bravery and honor. As they said themselves they could do anything for the empire. They joined Royal guard when they were seventeen. Yet, being very similar in looks boys had completely different wishes and characters. Adrian was daredevil. He wanted to have all adventures in the world, slay all beasts, save everyone, while Neil was happy in the guard. When Emperor got sick the Throne was taken by his brother Hargan, who wasn’t known for kindness or honor. New ruler knew that having two walking forms of truth and honor will not end up good. After all he was planning changes in the kingdom. Changes with blood, gold and lying. That’s why he created a plan.
One early morning twins were called to his chambers. As they showed up new emperor was standing near the window, looking down at his kingdom.
“Your father served this Empire well for many years” he told, without looking and his cold voice sunk into the stone walls. “He is respected, has many awards. He is a living legend.” The twins stretched up while listening to this. Their father was a picture of perfect warrior to them. Emperor turned around and looked at them. “Then who else could be chosen for a quest that if succeeded could give my brother back his strength and health? My scouts gathered news about two talismans that could make such miracle happen. It is ancient magic. Very powerful and also dangerous. Also it is secured by the guardian – a spirit of ancient warrior. So I need great warriors to take such task. You are young, but already great. Also I need two men to do it. At the start medallion is one, but in order for it to work it must be separated and worn by two until it can be reunited by the one who is sick. I can’t simply call two men and hope that they will work and fight as true brothers do. So tell me, will you take this task?” At the same moment when brothers agreed Hargan began to laugh in his mind. It took him strength not to laugh out loud. The boys just agreed on their doom.
Twins left day after that, to the cave far in the mountains. After many days and few interesting adventures they finally reached the place.
The cave was deep and cold. Place where no one would want to spend more time then they absolutely had to. Warriors entered it easily. To easy as their father would tell. As they reached the end of the cave a statue stood there and medallion was hanging on it’s neck. Without any sign of the guardian Neil stepped forward and took the medallion. Next step was separation, or as Hargan said they won’t be able to leave the cave. Brothers held on the medallion and pulled. Suddenly the cave filled up with the light coming from both pieces. Scared brothers tried to reattach pieces to each other but it didn’t work. The statue moved and became more and more similar to the human.
“Finally” old man spoken with silent voice. “I waited so long. Thank you”
Adrian jumped near him. “Thank you for what? What is happening?” he asked. The old man smiled.
“This amulet was created by ancient brotherhood in order to travel to other realms. There are, or at least were many of medallions such as this one. Few in every realm. Brotherhood used them to travel between worlds and learn about all of them, so they could create as they called “Perfect World”. It works like this. If medallion is not separated then the Guardian keeps it. When two people separates it they are transferred to two realms that are similar for their souls. In order to get back home they have to find someone else with piece of medallion and connect it. Also while they are in other realm they can’t die. The protection of explorer. In the past every realm had many explorers and such traveling was common. But years have passed, kings changed, wars were fought. Some medallions were lost, some destroyed. Most realms still have few but it may be hard to find.”
As the brothers listened they grew more and more scared. If the old man was right they will be separated from their home, family and even each other for unknown amount of time, in the worlds they know nothing about. And they will not die. Never. With shaking hands they tried to connect amulet again and again, but it didn’t work. They even tried to break it. Old man looked at them and slowly exhaled. “Stop wasting time. When activated it is unbreakable. Better say your goodbyes while medallion tries to find worlds suited for you.”
Before brothers could hug each other for one last time the world turned black. They were separated.
Adrian woke up in place called Earth. Here they also had kingdoms, sword battles, archers and everything that Adrian was used to. It simply was… darker. Adrian had to fight for his survival. In this dark world he learned how to lie, steal and hide.
Years have passed but Adrian barely aged. He found his path of life, if being great thief and warrior can be called that. Of course he could take more… respected jobs but then it would take him many many times longer to get what he wanted. From the very first day his goal was to find at least half of the amulet. With or without the host. But since magic was rare and not reachable for everyone (at least real, strong magic) he had to have something to buy or trade for it. Also the old man was right. Amulet chose realm well suited for Adrian’s desire to risk. There was so much he could take, so much to steal.
Adrian had everything except love. In his home world everyone could love everyone, but in this darker version he had to hide his wishes and desires for many years. There were times when one could be hanged or shot for loving other man. Also his inability to age played part in that.
Now Adrian is almost at his peak. He knows the world, is rich, yet most of his belongings are in form of relicts and ancient items. The one who may have second part of medallion can be a mage and money won’t be good currency to trade. He is also training, keeping his shooting and fighting skills ready. He even added few new ones from this world. And all that just in order to see Neil again. At least once…
Since he was little boy Adrian was interested in being a warrior. They both were. He and his twin brother Neil. After all their father was Ogranar Crowen, prime general of the Emperor himself. While growing up boys trained a lot and at the age of fifteen could easily take down any regular soldier. They knew that their future was in Emperors army, maybe even following fathers steps and becoming someone great. Their mother Elaina was both, proud and scared of her boys. Crowen twins were famous not only because their great fighting skills but also loyalty, bravery and honor. As they said themselves they could do anything for the empire. They joined Royal guard when they were seventeen. Yet, being very similar in looks boys had completely different wishes and characters. Adrian was daredevil. He wanted to have all adventures in the world, slay all beasts, save everyone, while Neil was happy in the guard. When Emperor got sick the Throne was taken by his brother Hargan, who wasn’t known for kindness or honor. New ruler knew that having two walking forms of truth and honor will not end up good. After all he was planning changes in the kingdom. Changes with blood, gold and lying. That’s why he created a plan.
One early morning twins were called to his chambers. As they showed up new emperor was standing near the window, looking down at his kingdom.
“Your father served this Empire well for many years” he told, without looking and his cold voice sunk into the stone walls. “He is respected, has many awards. He is a living legend.” The twins stretched up while listening to this. Their father was a picture of perfect warrior to them. Emperor turned around and looked at them. “Then who else could be chosen for a quest that if succeeded could give my brother back his strength and health? My scouts gathered news about two talismans that could make such miracle happen. It is ancient magic. Very powerful and also dangerous. Also it is secured by the guardian – a spirit of ancient warrior. So I need great warriors to take such task. You are young, but already great. Also I need two men to do it. At the start medallion is one, but in order for it to work it must be separated and worn by two until it can be reunited by the one who is sick. I can’t simply call two men and hope that they will work and fight as true brothers do. So tell me, will you take this task?” At the same moment when brothers agreed Hargan began to laugh in his mind. It took him strength not to laugh out loud. The boys just agreed on their doom.
Twins left day after that, to the cave far in the mountains. After many days and few interesting adventures they finally reached the place.
The cave was deep and cold. Place where no one would want to spend more time then they absolutely had to. Warriors entered it easily. To easy as their father would tell. As they reached the end of the cave a statue stood there and medallion was hanging on it’s neck. Without any sign of the guardian Neil stepped forward and took the medallion. Next step was separation, or as Hargan said they won’t be able to leave the cave. Brothers held on the medallion and pulled. Suddenly the cave filled up with the light coming from both pieces. Scared brothers tried to reattach pieces to each other but it didn’t work. The statue moved and became more and more similar to the human.
“Finally” old man spoken with silent voice. “I waited so long. Thank you”
Adrian jumped near him. “Thank you for what? What is happening?” he asked. The old man smiled.
“This amulet was created by ancient brotherhood in order to travel to other realms. There are, or at least were many of medallions such as this one. Few in every realm. Brotherhood used them to travel between worlds and learn about all of them, so they could create as they called “Perfect World”. It works like this. If medallion is not separated then the Guardian keeps it. When two people separates it they are transferred to two realms that are similar for their souls. In order to get back home they have to find someone else with piece of medallion and connect it. Also while they are in other realm they can’t die. The protection of explorer. In the past every realm had many explorers and such traveling was common. But years have passed, kings changed, wars were fought. Some medallions were lost, some destroyed. Most realms still have few but it may be hard to find.”
As the brothers listened they grew more and more scared. If the old man was right they will be separated from their home, family and even each other for unknown amount of time, in the worlds they know nothing about. And they will not die. Never. With shaking hands they tried to connect amulet again and again, but it didn’t work. They even tried to break it. Old man looked at them and slowly exhaled. “Stop wasting time. When activated it is unbreakable. Better say your goodbyes while medallion tries to find worlds suited for you.”
Before brothers could hug each other for one last time the world turned black. They were separated.
Adrian woke up in place called Earth. Here they also had kingdoms, sword battles, archers and everything that Adrian was used to. It simply was… darker. Adrian had to fight for his survival. In this dark world he learned how to lie, steal and hide.
Years have passed but Adrian barely aged. He found his path of life, if being great thief and warrior can be called that. Of course he could take more… respected jobs but then it would take him many many times longer to get what he wanted. From the very first day his goal was to find at least half of the amulet. With or without the host. But since magic was rare and not reachable for everyone (at least real, strong magic) he had to have something to buy or trade for it. Also the old man was right. Amulet chose realm well suited for Adrian’s desire to risk. There was so much he could take, so much to steal.
Adrian had everything except love. In his home world everyone could love everyone, but in this darker version he had to hide his wishes and desires for many years. There were times when one could be hanged or shot for loving other man. Also his inability to age played part in that.
Now Adrian is almost at his peak. He knows the world, is rich, yet most of his belongings are in form of relicts and ancient items. The one who may have second part of medallion can be a mage and money won’t be good currency to trade. He is also training, keeping his shooting and fighting skills ready. He even added few new ones from this world. And all that just in order to see Neil again. At least once…
Name: Tarok the Beast
Gender: Male
Race: Antterian.
Age: Unknown
Appearance: 7 feet tall, dark brown skin. Muscular body. Yellow eyes. Tattoos marking him as a slave.
Powers: Big strength, possibility to manipulate wind, thick skin. Great hearing and ability to see in the dark.
Weapons: Almost anything crushing or with blades.
Bio and life story:
The beast heard steps closing up on him and opened his eyes. Yellow light was playing in it when the guard unlocked the cell. Visitor was a little guy from Garexia. His grayish skin looked pale in the metallic room, where beast was secured.
7 feet tall slave from Anttera looked at one of the destroyers of his great nation. While Antterians were huge strong creatures they were also very simple. No huge cities, no factories or any machinery at all. Of course they knew technology. Anttera was part of Galaxy Union after all. But they were not interested in that at all. Almost everything they had built or made was triggered by feelings, not duty or greed. Reaction was one and only measuring they had. Also being extremely impulsive Antterians were travelers. They saw no difference between comfy bed and grass under the stars as long as both gave experience and positive reaction. Most of the Galaxy didn’t understand how creatures with so low development were part of GU, but Antterians had something that could not be created in factory. They felt their surroundings, mostly the powers of nature. Like rock, wind, water. They also were reading others very well. But even being so great in many ways didn’t save them from Garexians.
These were small but smart creatures, surrounded with technology and weapons. They drained their planet and now was flying and taking other lands with anything and anyone who were there. Including Anttera. There was only one strange thing about them. They could not kill living creature. Capture, enslave, destroy whole planet? Sure. But they never murdered. They just made it impossible to live.
Garexian looked at the beast. Cold icy cruelty was dancing in giant's eyes. He was aggressive, angry, and hungry for a fight. And he had a reason. When Garexians came to his family they sold him to them. He alone was taken that seven of his brothers could live. It was logical. Biggest son becomes the hero of whole family. But beast was newer good with logic. That day his positive energy died. He became wild, aggressive and before being imprisoned killed numerous guards with his bare hands. The beast that was scary like hell for those who imprisoned him for life.
Garexian looked at him from far away, being too scared to come closer, since the beast chocked one of the guards with his allarium chain just 3 weeks ago.
„You are being banished. Prepare. “Little man stepped back and two heavy armed guards from Sandora stepped it. Garexians were small and week, so all heavy duty strength and power was enslaved or rented before. Beast slightly smiled.
„Banished? I see you haven’t lost your ways of dropping garbage into low life planets...“
„Shut your mouth, you savage beast“Garexian looked nervous. And he should be. Beast killed 4 prison directors before. „We are giving you freedom! “
„In planet that can‘t reach the stars...“ beast raised his eyebrow.
Garexian took some time to relax and be able to talk calmly.
„Place you are going to is called „Earth“ by locals. It has some technology and even your so beloved nature. And you will like it. It‘s windy. „
Beast smiled from ear to ear. He was from the tribe that was mostly sensitive for wind. His tribe lived mostly in the mountains. Being big and strong secured them from huge winds howling around the hills. They also had ability to manipulate wind a little.
Guards began to unlock prisoner and he stood calm during that. And he walked nicely when asked. Almost all the way he looked like the model prisoner. Almost. Until one young Garexian decided to comment on him using the words „broken property“. Beast froze for a second and guards prepared to stop any movement he might make. Seconds passed and he did nothing. Young Garexian stood there too, enjoying his superiority over someone who was almost 3 times bigger. When guards got used to „being ready“ situation beast suddenly moved backwards. After spin that looked almost impossible for someone of his size he grabbed Garexian and pushed into the wall 4 times. Everyone in the hall could hear bones breaking. Beast smiled.
„Now we are both broken“ he said and tossed Garexian on the floor, then turned to shaking director „Shall we go?“
While still shivering little man pulled himself together and nodded. Everything in his body shouted that he wanted this prisoner out as soon as possible. Normally prisoner had to be dragged back and his punishment had to be decided again. But this one was pure pain in the ass (and most other organs) that director was ready to push him into capsule himself.
Last part of journey went calmly and party reached pods. Beast climbed it smiling and sat in the seat. He was glad that it was made too many creatures, so he wasn’t too big for it, but you could not feel comfy either.
„Tarok from Wind Tribe. You are banished to low life planet for all eternity for horrible crimes you made. After leaving our system you are free to do anything you want and survive as much as you can. „
Beast smiled.
„Thank you. I hope you all will have nightmares with me long enough“
Director silently cursed and closed capsule. Pod slide backwards and shouted out. All beast could do now was rest. His future was unknown. He could only hope that it will be exciting.
Gender: Male
Race: Antterian.
Age: Unknown
Appearance: 7 feet tall, dark brown skin. Muscular body. Yellow eyes. Tattoos marking him as a slave.
Powers: Big strength, possibility to manipulate wind, thick skin. Great hearing and ability to see in the dark.
Weapons: Almost anything crushing or with blades.
Bio and life story:
The beast heard steps closing up on him and opened his eyes. Yellow light was playing in it when the guard unlocked the cell. Visitor was a little guy from Garexia. His grayish skin looked pale in the metallic room, where beast was secured.
7 feet tall slave from Anttera looked at one of the destroyers of his great nation. While Antterians were huge strong creatures they were also very simple. No huge cities, no factories or any machinery at all. Of course they knew technology. Anttera was part of Galaxy Union after all. But they were not interested in that at all. Almost everything they had built or made was triggered by feelings, not duty or greed. Reaction was one and only measuring they had. Also being extremely impulsive Antterians were travelers. They saw no difference between comfy bed and grass under the stars as long as both gave experience and positive reaction. Most of the Galaxy didn’t understand how creatures with so low development were part of GU, but Antterians had something that could not be created in factory. They felt their surroundings, mostly the powers of nature. Like rock, wind, water. They also were reading others very well. But even being so great in many ways didn’t save them from Garexians.
These were small but smart creatures, surrounded with technology and weapons. They drained their planet and now was flying and taking other lands with anything and anyone who were there. Including Anttera. There was only one strange thing about them. They could not kill living creature. Capture, enslave, destroy whole planet? Sure. But they never murdered. They just made it impossible to live.
Garexian looked at the beast. Cold icy cruelty was dancing in giant's eyes. He was aggressive, angry, and hungry for a fight. And he had a reason. When Garexians came to his family they sold him to them. He alone was taken that seven of his brothers could live. It was logical. Biggest son becomes the hero of whole family. But beast was newer good with logic. That day his positive energy died. He became wild, aggressive and before being imprisoned killed numerous guards with his bare hands. The beast that was scary like hell for those who imprisoned him for life.
Garexian looked at him from far away, being too scared to come closer, since the beast chocked one of the guards with his allarium chain just 3 weeks ago.
„You are being banished. Prepare. “Little man stepped back and two heavy armed guards from Sandora stepped it. Garexians were small and week, so all heavy duty strength and power was enslaved or rented before. Beast slightly smiled.
„Banished? I see you haven’t lost your ways of dropping garbage into low life planets...“
„Shut your mouth, you savage beast“Garexian looked nervous. And he should be. Beast killed 4 prison directors before. „We are giving you freedom! “
„In planet that can‘t reach the stars...“ beast raised his eyebrow.
Garexian took some time to relax and be able to talk calmly.
„Place you are going to is called „Earth“ by locals. It has some technology and even your so beloved nature. And you will like it. It‘s windy. „
Beast smiled from ear to ear. He was from the tribe that was mostly sensitive for wind. His tribe lived mostly in the mountains. Being big and strong secured them from huge winds howling around the hills. They also had ability to manipulate wind a little.
Guards began to unlock prisoner and he stood calm during that. And he walked nicely when asked. Almost all the way he looked like the model prisoner. Almost. Until one young Garexian decided to comment on him using the words „broken property“. Beast froze for a second and guards prepared to stop any movement he might make. Seconds passed and he did nothing. Young Garexian stood there too, enjoying his superiority over someone who was almost 3 times bigger. When guards got used to „being ready“ situation beast suddenly moved backwards. After spin that looked almost impossible for someone of his size he grabbed Garexian and pushed into the wall 4 times. Everyone in the hall could hear bones breaking. Beast smiled.
„Now we are both broken“ he said and tossed Garexian on the floor, then turned to shaking director „Shall we go?“
While still shivering little man pulled himself together and nodded. Everything in his body shouted that he wanted this prisoner out as soon as possible. Normally prisoner had to be dragged back and his punishment had to be decided again. But this one was pure pain in the ass (and most other organs) that director was ready to push him into capsule himself.
Last part of journey went calmly and party reached pods. Beast climbed it smiling and sat in the seat. He was glad that it was made too many creatures, so he wasn’t too big for it, but you could not feel comfy either.
„Tarok from Wind Tribe. You are banished to low life planet for all eternity for horrible crimes you made. After leaving our system you are free to do anything you want and survive as much as you can. „
Beast smiled.
„Thank you. I hope you all will have nightmares with me long enough“
Director silently cursed and closed capsule. Pod slide backwards and shouted out. All beast could do now was rest. His future was unknown. He could only hope that it will be exciting.
Name: William Jerremy Blake
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 35
Appearance: Bold, dark brown eyes, 179 cm tall, athletic, some times wears mustache.
Character and Bio: Since his early childhood William was unloved child in family. Older brother and sister always had a good grades, were almost fantastic in arts. Single mother never looked to William as beloved kid. Little boy had sharp mind, but his thoughts was always dark, so no one wanted to listen to him or push him forward into it. Since boy learned to read books were his world and passion. Mostly detective stories.
William’s older brother, Ricky was as much rotten inside as he looked perfect outside. Great grades, most loved, respected and good behaving. But his mind was darker then William’s ever been or will be. Ricky punched his little brother, pushed into hard situations, where Will would be left guilty; also he used Will as his scapegoat for every aggressive thing Ricky done. William tried to tell this to his mother and got punished for lying. Then boy was nine years old. It was first and last time when boy tried to trust his mother. He found some usable material in abandoned building and started to train. No one paid attention that the boy isn’t at home until late evening. Intense training lasted for 1, 5 years. Then one evening Ricky cached William going back from training and tried to take boys back from him. William did something that he could not remember. When he finished Ricky was bleeding in the street and could barely move. William made him swear the silence and called help. He saved his brother’s life, but even then mother found how to hurt the boy. She said that he was supposed to see those bad people who dared to hurt “her Ricky”. William felt great because he taught Ricky, but nightmares from that evening disturbed him almost for a year after that. William saw himself similar to Ricky and because of that he swore to himself never loose control like that again. Boy changed his training to more spiritual and self controlling ways, using many books. William also upgraded his grades at school.
When boy was 17 he finished school and joined the army. After 5 years in service William got bullet to his back and had to get back to civil life. One friend offered Will to join police forces and he listened. Man’s sharp mind pushed him to detectives in little more then a year.
After working 4 years in the PD Williams left because of level of corruption going on there. Since then he opened his own Office and works as a private detective. Known for being loner this man is so deep in his work that partner would be nice. Though it will never go into any relationship. Simply not his style.
Now William lives in his own apartment, owns a gray cat named Spirit. Man himself isn’t very talkative, but when he talks him likes to joke, and not all his jokes are gentle. He treats people as those that he respects, those that he defends, those scumbags that he catches and gray mass that he ignores. When William meets new person he or she lands in the gray zone. Later it can change according to the relationships between William and that person. But no one lands in his soul, no one actually knows the man. And probably never will.
Also person can easily get punch in the face for using Willy or Jerry. William himself prefers "William", "Will" or Blake".
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 35
Appearance: Bold, dark brown eyes, 179 cm tall, athletic, some times wears mustache.
Character and Bio: Since his early childhood William was unloved child in family. Older brother and sister always had a good grades, were almost fantastic in arts. Single mother never looked to William as beloved kid. Little boy had sharp mind, but his thoughts was always dark, so no one wanted to listen to him or push him forward into it. Since boy learned to read books were his world and passion. Mostly detective stories.
William’s older brother, Ricky was as much rotten inside as he looked perfect outside. Great grades, most loved, respected and good behaving. But his mind was darker then William’s ever been or will be. Ricky punched his little brother, pushed into hard situations, where Will would be left guilty; also he used Will as his scapegoat for every aggressive thing Ricky done. William tried to tell this to his mother and got punished for lying. Then boy was nine years old. It was first and last time when boy tried to trust his mother. He found some usable material in abandoned building and started to train. No one paid attention that the boy isn’t at home until late evening. Intense training lasted for 1, 5 years. Then one evening Ricky cached William going back from training and tried to take boys back from him. William did something that he could not remember. When he finished Ricky was bleeding in the street and could barely move. William made him swear the silence and called help. He saved his brother’s life, but even then mother found how to hurt the boy. She said that he was supposed to see those bad people who dared to hurt “her Ricky”. William felt great because he taught Ricky, but nightmares from that evening disturbed him almost for a year after that. William saw himself similar to Ricky and because of that he swore to himself never loose control like that again. Boy changed his training to more spiritual and self controlling ways, using many books. William also upgraded his grades at school.
When boy was 17 he finished school and joined the army. After 5 years in service William got bullet to his back and had to get back to civil life. One friend offered Will to join police forces and he listened. Man’s sharp mind pushed him to detectives in little more then a year.
After working 4 years in the PD Williams left because of level of corruption going on there. Since then he opened his own Office and works as a private detective. Known for being loner this man is so deep in his work that partner would be nice. Though it will never go into any relationship. Simply not his style.
Now William lives in his own apartment, owns a gray cat named Spirit. Man himself isn’t very talkative, but when he talks him likes to joke, and not all his jokes are gentle. He treats people as those that he respects, those that he defends, those scumbags that he catches and gray mass that he ignores. When William meets new person he or she lands in the gray zone. Later it can change according to the relationships between William and that person. But no one lands in his soul, no one actually knows the man. And probably never will.
Also person can easily get punch in the face for using Willy or Jerry. William himself prefers "William", "Will" or Blake".
Name: Nirro
Gender: Male
Age 32 human years
Race: Human
Powers: Small practical magic
Weapons: 2 Swords, Crosbow, Long bow, Daggers, Battle Axe. Spinning Razor blades.
Appearance: Long brown hair, Brown Eyes, atletic, 7’2, few tattoos.
Character and life story: The morning was cold. Wind was doing his job great and you could feel his freezing touches even in greatest autumn clothes or armor. Sun was waking up, rising her ageless head from other side of the Green Mountains. Early mornings birds started to sing their songs, silently and little bit shy at the start, but louder and louder as more of their brothers joined. Bugs and butterflies also started to move. Forest was more active then any city at such hour, but it didn’t stop man from having a good deep sleep. At least he looked like deep sleeping person until butterfly mistaken him with the tree root and landed on man’s face. It probably happened because of long, dark brown coat that the man used as his sheet and blanket same time. Or it could be the energy man had. He was good with the animals since he was a child. Made deeper and stronger bounds with them, also felt better in their presence. Probably for that reason he stayed to sleep in the forest when it was left only one hour of way on horse until the village. But it wasn’t only reason for that. Man was broke. His pockets were empty for last 14 days and still he managed to eat like a wolf. It wasn’t first time as this man was with empty pockets. He was unlucky person most of his life. His own mother cursed him when he was four years old. Father tried to kill when he was six. Father, that became his first victim. Man always had some regrets that he didn’t kill his mother when she was still alive. Buzz did it for him. To avoid anger of the other villagers, most of them same drunkards as his parents boy had to flee from village. Scar from the axe that his own brother trowed newer vanished. And he wasn’t freak in any way, shape of form. He wasn’t demon or ugly either. He was smart, extremely curious and full of good wishes. And that became his curse in the surroundings he had. Village full of drunkards, thief, whores and scumbags hated the boy who never lied, always wanted to help and told everything from his heart. First they called him a fool, and then tried to change, but when he showed others how his father cheats on cards he became biggest enemy of whole town. Boy who doesn’t lie in pirate village. Well, destiny has strange taste of comedy. Many years passed since the boy understood what has happened there. But then he didn’t care. It just was dark hole in his life, no more, no less. Boy lived in the woods until he was nine years old. Then had to flee again, because army entered the forest and used it for their needs. Boy didn’t know where he is going, but does it really matter if you don’t have where to go at all? Most of places look better then the spot you are in now. And it’s a lie too. There are no better or worse places, only difference is the problems you are dealing with. God’s gave problems to man to make him stronger and closer to perfection. Humans can’t improve without pain and struggle. When they are too happy they become lazy and ignorant. After many days of traveling on foot boy had to stop near ghost town, because huge storm came. Wind was angry; he wanted to take, to spin, to throw. To howl and scream. And he did. Boy didn’t know who or what made wind so angry, or how to calm him down, so he just hid in the building that looked most solid. It was old temple of the god unknown to the boy. Built from stone, with 9 rooms. One main in the middle and 8 smaller ones surrounding it. In the center the centre of the main hall was huge compass, aiming his 8 spikes to each room. As the boy wanted to go to the rooms and look what’s inside rain drops attacked the rood of the temple. All the boy could hear was sound of drumming; the rain was so loud that stone walls could not keep the silence inside. When the rain sound got the rhythm boy though that he got crazy from hunger and exhaustion. It sounded more and more like music. Drumming, that filled all room was almost unbearable and the boy sat on the ground, closed his eyes and covered his ears. Not very smart thing to do, but in fear or pain humans don’t act smart, they are in will of instincts. As he did that everything stopped. The rain, the drumming. Boy could hear only single deep voice. It looked like it came from everywhere around him.
“The soul without the path, the travel without destination, the heart without the purpose, you came and found me here. From here you have to choose path, the turn of whole your future, the silent inner calling. That only you can hear. There are 8 destinations, 8 paths to get your purpose; you may take only one though, so choose your road with wisdom, young and lonely soul. First path leads you to family. To love, to home to calmness. It gives you wife and kids joy, is that the road you want? The second path is bloody. Its market with the war flags. It gives you strength and glory. Is that the road you want? The third is road of magic. To spells, to scrolls, to healing. Is that the road you want? Forth path gives you politics. The wisdom and decisions. The words that changes fates. Is that the road you want? Fifth path is road of god’s man. It gives you faith and blessing. It shows you art of healing. Is that the road you want? The seven path leads artists. The music, crafts and paintings. It lets you make the beauty. Is that the road you want? Eighth road gives you adventure. The danger fights and glory. Its unknown and never stopping. Is that the road you want?”
Boy listened to whole song and then spoken with cracking voice, still breathing hard from the drumming before and the feeling he got from this singing entity.
“I won’t take first road because I don’t know what family is. I won’t take second, because I lack hatred to those that did nothing bad to me. I won’t walk in magic road because my soul is too active to burry myself under scrolls. I won’t take forth road because I can’t lie, and that’s main skill in politics. I won’t walk with Gods in sixth road because they weren’t there when I needed them. I can’t create the beauty, because my soul is sad. So that leaves me with eighth path, the one that will feed my wish to see the world, other world then I had.”
As soon as boy finished talking the feel of the entity was gone. There was no rain sound any more or howling angry wind outside. Sun from outside was shining trough the hole in the roof to one exact point on the ground. The end of one compass spike. Boy wasn’t a believer but he could not ignore the sign so he went to the room in the end of the spike. He still doesn’t know why he did it that day. From curiosity he always had or from his inner feeling that he has to do it. As he entered the room single tall man was sitting there. His clothes were made from animal fur and skins, he also had 2 swords and long bow. Close to the man was huge bag full of items boy has newer seen before.
“So you are new adventurer. Not bad.” Man told in strong but cheerful voice. “Come closer; let me look at you better.” Boy did as he was told. Man looked at him and smiled to himself. “I’m Algar. What is your name?” Boy hated the name he was given and wanted to lie, but he couldn’t so he stayed mute. “The boy without the name, eh?” Algar thought to himself for few seconds. “I will give you the name then. There is one land far far away, which I visited once and they worship wolves. You look like the little wolf for me now so I say that your name is Nirro. Soul of the wolf. Do you like it?” Boy smiled and said that it’s best name he ever heard. “So, Nirro. Three years from this day I will be your teacher. Then you will travel alone and seek your own adventures. But before that I must give you the Mark of Eight Roads. Give me your arm” Boy obeyed again. Man took little bottle with paint and made Nirro’s first tattoo, the compass on his arm. “It looks like simple tattoo but it isn’t. You chose the road of adventure and you can’t leave or change it. If you will become lazy or stop seeking adventures it will hurt. Just too little at start, but pain will grow double with each day until it will become unbearable and you will die. Only other option you have is to come here, sit and wait for someone like you as I do. So be careful and never stop, because if you will do it will be like hell. Now come. Adventures are waiting for us!”
Boys traveled with the man for three years and have seen a lot of strange, ugly, grotesque and amazing things. At that time he learned fight in close and armed combat, shoot from bows and crossbows, also made his own weapons, such as spinning circular blades. One morning as he opened his eyes his teacher wasn’t there anymore. Only piece of paper was pierced to the tree with master’s dagger.
“Three years have passed. You have grown into the strong wolf. It’s time for me to get back to the temple and show the road to some new little puppy. Be strong, smart and curious. And most important. Never stop seeking new adventures.”
Boy took the note, the dagger and hid them in little box inside his bag. Then he looked at the mark on his hand and…. Felt the pain. No, he didn’t feel pain at that time. So why he…
Man opened his eyes and sat. His hand was in pain now. He pulled the shelve of his coat and looked at the mark.
“Sheesh, I know my way, you don’t have to remind me every time you know." He told to the symbol, then stood up and cleaned his coat from grass and tree leaves. Then he looked around, undressed and went to the little forest stream to wash up. The wind wasn’t gentle to him this night so he felt like he was attacked by the rocks rain. After he finished Nirro came back, dressed and ate yesterday’s leftovers from the rabbit he hunted and baked. It was tasty, his teacher taught him well to cook wild animals. All that time pain didn’t left man in piece even for a second. Nirro cleaned up the camp, attached his bags to his horse’s back and jumped into the saddle. As he was traveling trough the forest sun fully showed up in the sky and weather got a little bit warmer. But it was autumn and wind could not let to forget it. He was dancing, whispering and howling all morning and didn’t stop as Nirro left the forest. The village Nirro was traveling to, was down the hill. Not big, but full of local life. Most of the buildings were near or even in the water of the lake. Whole lake looked like huge egg surrounded by forests and hills. It was shining bright in the sunlight and that made lake look almost magical. Nirro looked down the hill and smiled to himself.
“I hope you have more adventures, Dragon Egg Lake. I wish you do” he told to himself and urged his horse to go towards the village. Morning suns marked his road and enlighten his strong big body covered by long coat with wolf head on back of it. Light was playing on his swords, self made crossbow and daggers he has on his belt. Only thing that stayed in shadow was man’s face, covered by his black hat. It gave him more interesting, mystic looks and often scared town’s people when they saw him. But it was ok. Nirro liked to be alone. Only then he could risk his life as much as he wanted or had to. Only then he felt that he walks his path…
Gender: Male
Age 32 human years
Race: Human
Powers: Small practical magic
Weapons: 2 Swords, Crosbow, Long bow, Daggers, Battle Axe. Spinning Razor blades.
Appearance: Long brown hair, Brown Eyes, atletic, 7’2, few tattoos.
Character and life story: The morning was cold. Wind was doing his job great and you could feel his freezing touches even in greatest autumn clothes or armor. Sun was waking up, rising her ageless head from other side of the Green Mountains. Early mornings birds started to sing their songs, silently and little bit shy at the start, but louder and louder as more of their brothers joined. Bugs and butterflies also started to move. Forest was more active then any city at such hour, but it didn’t stop man from having a good deep sleep. At least he looked like deep sleeping person until butterfly mistaken him with the tree root and landed on man’s face. It probably happened because of long, dark brown coat that the man used as his sheet and blanket same time. Or it could be the energy man had. He was good with the animals since he was a child. Made deeper and stronger bounds with them, also felt better in their presence. Probably for that reason he stayed to sleep in the forest when it was left only one hour of way on horse until the village. But it wasn’t only reason for that. Man was broke. His pockets were empty for last 14 days and still he managed to eat like a wolf. It wasn’t first time as this man was with empty pockets. He was unlucky person most of his life. His own mother cursed him when he was four years old. Father tried to kill when he was six. Father, that became his first victim. Man always had some regrets that he didn’t kill his mother when she was still alive. Buzz did it for him. To avoid anger of the other villagers, most of them same drunkards as his parents boy had to flee from village. Scar from the axe that his own brother trowed newer vanished. And he wasn’t freak in any way, shape of form. He wasn’t demon or ugly either. He was smart, extremely curious and full of good wishes. And that became his curse in the surroundings he had. Village full of drunkards, thief, whores and scumbags hated the boy who never lied, always wanted to help and told everything from his heart. First they called him a fool, and then tried to change, but when he showed others how his father cheats on cards he became biggest enemy of whole town. Boy who doesn’t lie in pirate village. Well, destiny has strange taste of comedy. Many years passed since the boy understood what has happened there. But then he didn’t care. It just was dark hole in his life, no more, no less. Boy lived in the woods until he was nine years old. Then had to flee again, because army entered the forest and used it for their needs. Boy didn’t know where he is going, but does it really matter if you don’t have where to go at all? Most of places look better then the spot you are in now. And it’s a lie too. There are no better or worse places, only difference is the problems you are dealing with. God’s gave problems to man to make him stronger and closer to perfection. Humans can’t improve without pain and struggle. When they are too happy they become lazy and ignorant. After many days of traveling on foot boy had to stop near ghost town, because huge storm came. Wind was angry; he wanted to take, to spin, to throw. To howl and scream. And he did. Boy didn’t know who or what made wind so angry, or how to calm him down, so he just hid in the building that looked most solid. It was old temple of the god unknown to the boy. Built from stone, with 9 rooms. One main in the middle and 8 smaller ones surrounding it. In the center the centre of the main hall was huge compass, aiming his 8 spikes to each room. As the boy wanted to go to the rooms and look what’s inside rain drops attacked the rood of the temple. All the boy could hear was sound of drumming; the rain was so loud that stone walls could not keep the silence inside. When the rain sound got the rhythm boy though that he got crazy from hunger and exhaustion. It sounded more and more like music. Drumming, that filled all room was almost unbearable and the boy sat on the ground, closed his eyes and covered his ears. Not very smart thing to do, but in fear or pain humans don’t act smart, they are in will of instincts. As he did that everything stopped. The rain, the drumming. Boy could hear only single deep voice. It looked like it came from everywhere around him.
“The soul without the path, the travel without destination, the heart without the purpose, you came and found me here. From here you have to choose path, the turn of whole your future, the silent inner calling. That only you can hear. There are 8 destinations, 8 paths to get your purpose; you may take only one though, so choose your road with wisdom, young and lonely soul. First path leads you to family. To love, to home to calmness. It gives you wife and kids joy, is that the road you want? The second path is bloody. Its market with the war flags. It gives you strength and glory. Is that the road you want? The third is road of magic. To spells, to scrolls, to healing. Is that the road you want? Forth path gives you politics. The wisdom and decisions. The words that changes fates. Is that the road you want? Fifth path is road of god’s man. It gives you faith and blessing. It shows you art of healing. Is that the road you want? The seven path leads artists. The music, crafts and paintings. It lets you make the beauty. Is that the road you want? Eighth road gives you adventure. The danger fights and glory. Its unknown and never stopping. Is that the road you want?”
Boy listened to whole song and then spoken with cracking voice, still breathing hard from the drumming before and the feeling he got from this singing entity.
“I won’t take first road because I don’t know what family is. I won’t take second, because I lack hatred to those that did nothing bad to me. I won’t walk in magic road because my soul is too active to burry myself under scrolls. I won’t take forth road because I can’t lie, and that’s main skill in politics. I won’t walk with Gods in sixth road because they weren’t there when I needed them. I can’t create the beauty, because my soul is sad. So that leaves me with eighth path, the one that will feed my wish to see the world, other world then I had.”
As soon as boy finished talking the feel of the entity was gone. There was no rain sound any more or howling angry wind outside. Sun from outside was shining trough the hole in the roof to one exact point on the ground. The end of one compass spike. Boy wasn’t a believer but he could not ignore the sign so he went to the room in the end of the spike. He still doesn’t know why he did it that day. From curiosity he always had or from his inner feeling that he has to do it. As he entered the room single tall man was sitting there. His clothes were made from animal fur and skins, he also had 2 swords and long bow. Close to the man was huge bag full of items boy has newer seen before.
“So you are new adventurer. Not bad.” Man told in strong but cheerful voice. “Come closer; let me look at you better.” Boy did as he was told. Man looked at him and smiled to himself. “I’m Algar. What is your name?” Boy hated the name he was given and wanted to lie, but he couldn’t so he stayed mute. “The boy without the name, eh?” Algar thought to himself for few seconds. “I will give you the name then. There is one land far far away, which I visited once and they worship wolves. You look like the little wolf for me now so I say that your name is Nirro. Soul of the wolf. Do you like it?” Boy smiled and said that it’s best name he ever heard. “So, Nirro. Three years from this day I will be your teacher. Then you will travel alone and seek your own adventures. But before that I must give you the Mark of Eight Roads. Give me your arm” Boy obeyed again. Man took little bottle with paint and made Nirro’s first tattoo, the compass on his arm. “It looks like simple tattoo but it isn’t. You chose the road of adventure and you can’t leave or change it. If you will become lazy or stop seeking adventures it will hurt. Just too little at start, but pain will grow double with each day until it will become unbearable and you will die. Only other option you have is to come here, sit and wait for someone like you as I do. So be careful and never stop, because if you will do it will be like hell. Now come. Adventures are waiting for us!”
Boys traveled with the man for three years and have seen a lot of strange, ugly, grotesque and amazing things. At that time he learned fight in close and armed combat, shoot from bows and crossbows, also made his own weapons, such as spinning circular blades. One morning as he opened his eyes his teacher wasn’t there anymore. Only piece of paper was pierced to the tree with master’s dagger.
“Three years have passed. You have grown into the strong wolf. It’s time for me to get back to the temple and show the road to some new little puppy. Be strong, smart and curious. And most important. Never stop seeking new adventures.”
Boy took the note, the dagger and hid them in little box inside his bag. Then he looked at the mark on his hand and…. Felt the pain. No, he didn’t feel pain at that time. So why he…
Man opened his eyes and sat. His hand was in pain now. He pulled the shelve of his coat and looked at the mark.
“Sheesh, I know my way, you don’t have to remind me every time you know." He told to the symbol, then stood up and cleaned his coat from grass and tree leaves. Then he looked around, undressed and went to the little forest stream to wash up. The wind wasn’t gentle to him this night so he felt like he was attacked by the rocks rain. After he finished Nirro came back, dressed and ate yesterday’s leftovers from the rabbit he hunted and baked. It was tasty, his teacher taught him well to cook wild animals. All that time pain didn’t left man in piece even for a second. Nirro cleaned up the camp, attached his bags to his horse’s back and jumped into the saddle. As he was traveling trough the forest sun fully showed up in the sky and weather got a little bit warmer. But it was autumn and wind could not let to forget it. He was dancing, whispering and howling all morning and didn’t stop as Nirro left the forest. The village Nirro was traveling to, was down the hill. Not big, but full of local life. Most of the buildings were near or even in the water of the lake. Whole lake looked like huge egg surrounded by forests and hills. It was shining bright in the sunlight and that made lake look almost magical. Nirro looked down the hill and smiled to himself.
“I hope you have more adventures, Dragon Egg Lake. I wish you do” he told to himself and urged his horse to go towards the village. Morning suns marked his road and enlighten his strong big body covered by long coat with wolf head on back of it. Light was playing on his swords, self made crossbow and daggers he has on his belt. Only thing that stayed in shadow was man’s face, covered by his black hat. It gave him more interesting, mystic looks and often scared town’s people when they saw him. But it was ok. Nirro liked to be alone. Only then he could risk his life as much as he wanted or had to. Only then he felt that he walks his path…
Name: Aiden Blackmore aka Anar
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Species: Human possessed by the demon
Powers: Will be revealed during SL
Bio:
That night he remembered all his life. His childhood and silly games in the backyard with his mother. The swing set that his father made. How he climbed to the tree and then fell from it. Took 6 weeks for his broken arm to heal. All those rare days that he spent with his dad from morning until it was time to sleep. His dad spoiled him. Bought him ice cream and went to the city park where they played soccer and made his mother laugh. Her laugh sounded like little bells touched by a summer breeze. There was one time when he got into fight at school and his father came to take him after talking with principal. Other kids stared at tall man with cop’s uniform and whispered about him. And when principal said that boy should not fight his dad asked “should he stand like a tree and let anyone hurt him?” Dad’s eyes were burning with power and his deep strong voice filled up the office. He loved his son, cared for him and most importantly he was proud. Even for a second that man did not doubt that his son was attacked and did not start the fight. One summer they all went on vacation to the huge lake. They built a tent and spent 4 days there. They baked sausages on the open fire and then father taught him to swim. He remembered well how his father helped him prepare for prom and his mother even taught him to dance. For those dance moves he was grateful when he met Laura. Her eyes were absolutely amazing and her smile could light up darkest night. He saw her in same park where he spent most of this childhood. Then he was already training in police academy. When parents heard that he decided to train there mother froze for a second then said “I’m proud of you… But don’t you dare to die before me! „Dad simply stood up and shook his hand. He didn’t die before his mother. Destiny took both parents away before he could finish the academy. Car accident. During the funeral he not simply cried. He howled like a wolf. Whole police department came. He got two months of free time from the academy but refused. Work was his medicine. Work and Laura. She stayed next to him every day, made him get up, eat and live forwards. It wasn’t for her he would simply give up. At least his parents saw her before they died. They liked her a lot. Mother could barely spend a day without talking about marriage. But the couple wasn’t going to take it fast. After the funeral he spent two years with Laura after proposing for her. He actually learned the song that she was listening to when they met and played it for her. “Where are we going from here” wasn’t really his style but it had such a big meaning for him that he knew it word to word. She said yes and after a month she became Missis Blackmore. She was so beautiful in that long dress. Looked like an angel. The ceremony was small but very nice and not very stressful. Then he danced with Laura same way that mother taught him. They went to live in his house. He joined police force. After one and half year Laura gave birth to most beautiful baby girl in whole world. At least he thought so. When he gently took Emilie in his arms for the first time he thought that his heart will jump from his chest. He cried from joy. He tried his best to be close as she grew. He worked hard. He caught criminals. He went to courts and helped judge the guilty ones. He always said the truth. He was home every day before the eleven p.m. Today he went home earlier. As he drove to his street he saw many cars near his house. Firefighters. Ambulance.
He stopped the car and jumped out. He ran to his house and firefighters tried to stop him. They grabbed him. He fell. He tried to stand up. They pushed him down. He screamed something he could not remember. He saw his house on fire. As one huge camp fire sitting near all other houses. Then he grabbed first firefighter and began to scream “Where are they?!” Man answered that when they came the house was already a torch and they could not get in. Neighbors said that no one left the house. He did let go the firefighter. He fell. He smashed his fists to the grass. He yelled, cried and screamed until he lost his voice. That day part of him died.
For the next five months he checked all his past files. Talked with all those who went to prison with his help. He looked them into the eyes and asked “Did you take my family away from me?” There were those who said they didn’t but they would wish. There were those who said they did but didn’t know the details. There were even those who were sad for him. But there was no answer.
That significant evening he was in the bar. Asking questions. Sticking his nose into wrong things. Since Laura and Emilie died he stopped taking care of himself. He was like a wild bullet. Angry. Sad. Fearless. He left the police force but never stopped looking. Emilie was only 2 years old when they died. He had bad dreams almost every night. That night he was angry. Pissed off some customers. He was taken by the huge guy. Before that walking monstrosity closed the door he heard someone saying “I am glad that his whore burned.” It wasn’t first time when he heard those words. But he was so angry. So tired. He pulled out his pistol and stepped to the door. Then something smashed him into the wall with huge force. He looked around but there was nothing. Only his head in pain and some strange smell.
He felt his body standing up and walking to the door. Saw how his leg kicked in strong reinforced door. “Damn, when did I became Chuck Norris?” he thought. He went straight to the group he was talking to earlier. He grabbed one of them and smashed guy’s head to the bar. Seven times. When the guy fell down like a sack of potatoes he turned to others. One of the men tried to hit him in the face but he caught the arm and broke it. Pain burned his back when other man smashed bottle into it. He turned around and stepped to the attacker. He grabbed the arm with the bottle and crushed it so hard that man screamed from pain. Then he grabbed another bottle, broke it and tried to cut guys throat. “Nooooo!!!” he screamed, but no sound came from his mouth. But he heard other voice. That one was in his head.
“What the hell?” new voice asked. “You are suppose to sit quietly”
“What? Why?” he answered with the question. Guy who nearly got killed pulled out his arm and ran away with his buddies.
“Because you are possessed, piece of shit” voice looked uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to talking with his taken bodies. “Now sit quietly and let me play”.
Suddenly he understood. Whatever this was he could not do certain actions without real owner’s permission. He had at least some power over this new being.
“Bite me” he replied. “Who are you and why did you possessed me?”
Voice began to laugh.
“You have balls, I will give you that. I am Anar. A demon. And I am taking your body over”
He began to laugh.
“In your dreams, you freak. You can’t even answer all questions.” The voice laughed too.
“You are still cop in heart are you? Questioning me as your suspect. “
He was surprised. “You know what I was?”
Anar made a noise that could be called an exhale. “I know everything about you since the day your family died, Aiden. Been following you ever since, dreaming about wearing you.”
If he could he would jump into the air. “Do you know who…” he started. Once again there was hope. Mixed with a revenge desire and pain but still hope.
“Who not. How yes. But if you want to find it out you will have to share this tiny apartment” Anar laughed.
It took Aiden only a second to make up his mind. He had nothing. No family, no job, not even a cat. Who cares if he will share his body with this demon? It seems that new roommate can be controlled if needed and he has info about the fire. He had to try.
“Very well. But with one condition. You will NOT take human life. My hands won’t be bloody.”
Anar’s laugh became louder. “Big wishes, my friend. Big wishes. Yet it’s impossible.
Aiden placed all his mental strength into his right arm and ordered it to smash bottle into his own leg. Anar felt it but Aiden was stronger. As the burning pain made them both scream Anar cursed in some language unfamiliar to Aiden. “Glahnar! What the fuck you did?”
Aiden smiled. Or at least he thought he did. “This is a warning. If you will kill human I will kill this body along with both of us. Since you tailed me for months it means that there are not a lot of good bodies to take. So good luck looking for new home, you freak.”
For a minute there was silence. Then demon exhaled again. “Alright you son of the bitch. I promise not to kill human while I am in you.”
Aiden felt a huge relief. “Great. Now tell me about a fire.”
Anar made the body walk to the chair and sat there, pressing the wound and stopping the bleeding. “It was a curse. A strong one with all the spell bags and all that crap. Probably made by the real witch or a grieving mother.”
Aiden listened to every word. “Can you help me find one responsible for this?” he asked and made demon laugh.
“Nice dreams, kid. There are over seven thousand people who die from curses every year. Good luck with that. And those are just curses. Don’t forget cursed spirits, angry spirits and million other evil things that kill…”
“Is there a way to stop all that evil?” Aiden’s head was already making big fat future plan.
“There would be if someone would try…. Wait. You are not thinking… No way. WE are not doing this. Forget it. Too dangerous for my… our body. Not your business…”
“Anar.” Aiden’s voice was full of sadness. “You saw me. Saw what happened when I lost my family. Saw my pain. Do you think that I will let anyone experience same pain?”
For few seconds there was only silence. Then one more exhale.
“No, you will not. That’s why I will help you. But first let’s go to hospital to fix this leg until some more amazing ways to die comes to your head.”
That was the day when one became two and strange, dangerous and interesting partnership between ex cop and a demon was born.
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Species: Human possessed by the demon
Powers: Will be revealed during SL
Bio:
That night he remembered all his life. His childhood and silly games in the backyard with his mother. The swing set that his father made. How he climbed to the tree and then fell from it. Took 6 weeks for his broken arm to heal. All those rare days that he spent with his dad from morning until it was time to sleep. His dad spoiled him. Bought him ice cream and went to the city park where they played soccer and made his mother laugh. Her laugh sounded like little bells touched by a summer breeze. There was one time when he got into fight at school and his father came to take him after talking with principal. Other kids stared at tall man with cop’s uniform and whispered about him. And when principal said that boy should not fight his dad asked “should he stand like a tree and let anyone hurt him?” Dad’s eyes were burning with power and his deep strong voice filled up the office. He loved his son, cared for him and most importantly he was proud. Even for a second that man did not doubt that his son was attacked and did not start the fight. One summer they all went on vacation to the huge lake. They built a tent and spent 4 days there. They baked sausages on the open fire and then father taught him to swim. He remembered well how his father helped him prepare for prom and his mother even taught him to dance. For those dance moves he was grateful when he met Laura. Her eyes were absolutely amazing and her smile could light up darkest night. He saw her in same park where he spent most of this childhood. Then he was already training in police academy. When parents heard that he decided to train there mother froze for a second then said “I’m proud of you… But don’t you dare to die before me! „Dad simply stood up and shook his hand. He didn’t die before his mother. Destiny took both parents away before he could finish the academy. Car accident. During the funeral he not simply cried. He howled like a wolf. Whole police department came. He got two months of free time from the academy but refused. Work was his medicine. Work and Laura. She stayed next to him every day, made him get up, eat and live forwards. It wasn’t for her he would simply give up. At least his parents saw her before they died. They liked her a lot. Mother could barely spend a day without talking about marriage. But the couple wasn’t going to take it fast. After the funeral he spent two years with Laura after proposing for her. He actually learned the song that she was listening to when they met and played it for her. “Where are we going from here” wasn’t really his style but it had such a big meaning for him that he knew it word to word. She said yes and after a month she became Missis Blackmore. She was so beautiful in that long dress. Looked like an angel. The ceremony was small but very nice and not very stressful. Then he danced with Laura same way that mother taught him. They went to live in his house. He joined police force. After one and half year Laura gave birth to most beautiful baby girl in whole world. At least he thought so. When he gently took Emilie in his arms for the first time he thought that his heart will jump from his chest. He cried from joy. He tried his best to be close as she grew. He worked hard. He caught criminals. He went to courts and helped judge the guilty ones. He always said the truth. He was home every day before the eleven p.m. Today he went home earlier. As he drove to his street he saw many cars near his house. Firefighters. Ambulance.
He stopped the car and jumped out. He ran to his house and firefighters tried to stop him. They grabbed him. He fell. He tried to stand up. They pushed him down. He screamed something he could not remember. He saw his house on fire. As one huge camp fire sitting near all other houses. Then he grabbed first firefighter and began to scream “Where are they?!” Man answered that when they came the house was already a torch and they could not get in. Neighbors said that no one left the house. He did let go the firefighter. He fell. He smashed his fists to the grass. He yelled, cried and screamed until he lost his voice. That day part of him died.
For the next five months he checked all his past files. Talked with all those who went to prison with his help. He looked them into the eyes and asked “Did you take my family away from me?” There were those who said they didn’t but they would wish. There were those who said they did but didn’t know the details. There were even those who were sad for him. But there was no answer.
That significant evening he was in the bar. Asking questions. Sticking his nose into wrong things. Since Laura and Emilie died he stopped taking care of himself. He was like a wild bullet. Angry. Sad. Fearless. He left the police force but never stopped looking. Emilie was only 2 years old when they died. He had bad dreams almost every night. That night he was angry. Pissed off some customers. He was taken by the huge guy. Before that walking monstrosity closed the door he heard someone saying “I am glad that his whore burned.” It wasn’t first time when he heard those words. But he was so angry. So tired. He pulled out his pistol and stepped to the door. Then something smashed him into the wall with huge force. He looked around but there was nothing. Only his head in pain and some strange smell.
He felt his body standing up and walking to the door. Saw how his leg kicked in strong reinforced door. “Damn, when did I became Chuck Norris?” he thought. He went straight to the group he was talking to earlier. He grabbed one of them and smashed guy’s head to the bar. Seven times. When the guy fell down like a sack of potatoes he turned to others. One of the men tried to hit him in the face but he caught the arm and broke it. Pain burned his back when other man smashed bottle into it. He turned around and stepped to the attacker. He grabbed the arm with the bottle and crushed it so hard that man screamed from pain. Then he grabbed another bottle, broke it and tried to cut guys throat. “Nooooo!!!” he screamed, but no sound came from his mouth. But he heard other voice. That one was in his head.
“What the hell?” new voice asked. “You are suppose to sit quietly”
“What? Why?” he answered with the question. Guy who nearly got killed pulled out his arm and ran away with his buddies.
“Because you are possessed, piece of shit” voice looked uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to talking with his taken bodies. “Now sit quietly and let me play”.
Suddenly he understood. Whatever this was he could not do certain actions without real owner’s permission. He had at least some power over this new being.
“Bite me” he replied. “Who are you and why did you possessed me?”
Voice began to laugh.
“You have balls, I will give you that. I am Anar. A demon. And I am taking your body over”
He began to laugh.
“In your dreams, you freak. You can’t even answer all questions.” The voice laughed too.
“You are still cop in heart are you? Questioning me as your suspect. “
He was surprised. “You know what I was?”
Anar made a noise that could be called an exhale. “I know everything about you since the day your family died, Aiden. Been following you ever since, dreaming about wearing you.”
If he could he would jump into the air. “Do you know who…” he started. Once again there was hope. Mixed with a revenge desire and pain but still hope.
“Who not. How yes. But if you want to find it out you will have to share this tiny apartment” Anar laughed.
It took Aiden only a second to make up his mind. He had nothing. No family, no job, not even a cat. Who cares if he will share his body with this demon? It seems that new roommate can be controlled if needed and he has info about the fire. He had to try.
“Very well. But with one condition. You will NOT take human life. My hands won’t be bloody.”
Anar’s laugh became louder. “Big wishes, my friend. Big wishes. Yet it’s impossible.
Aiden placed all his mental strength into his right arm and ordered it to smash bottle into his own leg. Anar felt it but Aiden was stronger. As the burning pain made them both scream Anar cursed in some language unfamiliar to Aiden. “Glahnar! What the fuck you did?”
Aiden smiled. Or at least he thought he did. “This is a warning. If you will kill human I will kill this body along with both of us. Since you tailed me for months it means that there are not a lot of good bodies to take. So good luck looking for new home, you freak.”
For a minute there was silence. Then demon exhaled again. “Alright you son of the bitch. I promise not to kill human while I am in you.”
Aiden felt a huge relief. “Great. Now tell me about a fire.”
Anar made the body walk to the chair and sat there, pressing the wound and stopping the bleeding. “It was a curse. A strong one with all the spell bags and all that crap. Probably made by the real witch or a grieving mother.”
Aiden listened to every word. “Can you help me find one responsible for this?” he asked and made demon laugh.
“Nice dreams, kid. There are over seven thousand people who die from curses every year. Good luck with that. And those are just curses. Don’t forget cursed spirits, angry spirits and million other evil things that kill…”
“Is there a way to stop all that evil?” Aiden’s head was already making big fat future plan.
“There would be if someone would try…. Wait. You are not thinking… No way. WE are not doing this. Forget it. Too dangerous for my… our body. Not your business…”
“Anar.” Aiden’s voice was full of sadness. “You saw me. Saw what happened when I lost my family. Saw my pain. Do you think that I will let anyone experience same pain?”
For few seconds there was only silence. Then one more exhale.
“No, you will not. That’s why I will help you. But first let’s go to hospital to fix this leg until some more amazing ways to die comes to your head.”
That was the day when one became two and strange, dangerous and interesting partnership between ex cop and a demon was born.
Name: Akelo Nika
Age: unknown
Species: Son of god and demon
Powers. Agility, ability to see in the dark, great swimming skills, ability to stay long underwater, Ability to shift to most creatures. Great spear fighting skills.
Weaknesses: Weak and almost inactive during the day. Afraid of fire. Bad with ranged weapons.
Personality: Akelo is hot blooded and more on aggressive side with those he don’t know. As someone who never has been part of a group lacks of social skills and tries to solve his problems by force. When someone gains his trust he can easily risk his life for them. Daredevil, ready to poke every sleeping bear around him. Slightly self centered and forgets that “son of god” doesn’t mean “god”. Can act strange and isn’t suited for twenty first century customs.
Strong and great hunter once walked the Earth. One night of the full moon he stopped near the lake. He placed his bow on the ground and drank from the lake. As he lifted his eyes deeper in the water he saw a woman of unspeakable beauty. She was mostly in the water, but her eyes and smile was enough to charm this hunter. He lost his clothes and walked into the water, letting her look at him from top to bottom. The woman didn’t move as he got closer. She wrapped her arms around him and he did the same for her. That night under the full moon he made her his own.
After nine months the woman who wasn’t a simple woman gave birth to a boy. The man who wasn’t just a man heard about this and went back to the lake. Woman was already waiting.
“Show me my son” he asked her. The woman shook her head.
“I am not a human. He is a son of a Qandisa. He is a half demon.” She said but the man only laughed.
“I am Ochossi, a God. He is a son of god. Give him to me and I will train him as a true hunter.”
The woman did not dare to argue with a god. She brought him the newborn baby. “Would you please let me pick a name for him?” she asked. Man bowed. Woman looked the boy into the eyes and thought for a moment. “Akelo. The one who brings joy and wealth.”
The god took the baby and walked his way, leaving the woman in the lake. She cried silently as she watched her baby getting farther.
Ochossi as the god of what’s right held to his word and took care of a boy. Akelo was strong and fast. He eagerly learned everything his father taught him. First difference was when the boy chose spear over the bow. Yet Ochossi was happy. Boy became good tracker before he turned ten and could easily hunt small prey alone.
Same day as Akelo turned ten he tried to hunt down a buffalo. Strong and big beast was a challenge on it’s own but the night was unlucky for a boy. He chose same prey as the group of hungry lions. When he saw the beasts rushing towards him it was already too late to turn around. Suddenly boy felt strange, world around him grew up and he found himself in the skin of wild mouse. Little creature took a dive to the tall grass, leaving the lions who continued pursuing the buffalos. When the boy finally left his hiding spot and his heart started to work as normal Akelo regained his human form. Father already stood close.
“What have you done?” he asked making the boy shiver. Little one lifted his eyes.
“I changed. It just… happened….” Father’s voice struck him like the lightning. “Never do that again! You are a hunter, not Qandisa!” he said and vanished.
Years have passed and Akelo found more things he should never do. For example swim as much as he liked. His speed was greater then any man’s and he could stay under water much longer. When the training would be too hard he would jump into the lake and stay on the bottom, watching underwater life. It helped him to relax and gather his thoughts. He needed that. Ochossi saw less and less good things and love to the boy was soon replaced with rejection. He was teaching a water demon. Lust demon.
When the day came for Akelo to look for a wife Ochossi walked into boy’s tent. “Don’t you dare to have kids” he said. Akelo who was already used to harsh words lifted his head. “Don’t you want to have grandchildren, father?” he asked. “I don’t want you to continue blood line of that whore!” answer came. “She isn’t whore!” Akelo locked his eyes on the god he felt no fear for. “She lures men and drowns them!” Ochossi held the gaze. “So she was good enough for YOU but her blood line is too bad to continue? Where is rightfulness in that, God?” Last word Akelo spitted out. Hit to his guts made boy kneel and gasp for air. “I decide what is right, you freak!” God of hunting roared but Akelo didn’t care. He gathered his strength and stood up. “Then I decide to go away from you. I will find a place where your powers can’t reach me and live my life with everything I was given. By you AND by Her.” He gathered his spear and few belongings, leaving the tent. But Ochossi wasn’t going to let that. He started singing in the language Akelo never heard before. The young man felt strange. His body became numb and he fell on the ground. “I will send you as far from her as possible. You will sleep until she dies”. Those were the last words Akelo heard before closing his eyes.
Akelo slowly opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes took a moment to get used to the different darkness. Young man understood that he was in the room with stone walls. He never saw such tents before and felt terrified. He crawled to the wall and began touching it, looking for a way out. With every passing minute he felt more and more hopeless. Finally the man gave up. He rested his back to the wall and began crying. It was solid rock all around him. Akelo cursed and smashed his fist to the wall as fast as he could. Little pieces fell on the ground. Man who was told that there is no harder material then a stone now stared at the wall, thinking. After few seconds he began smashing same spot again and again, making his hand bleed, but he didn’t care. He was trying to get to the freedom. Finally the stone fell. Akelo saw the evening light, trees that he never saw before and strange huge stones with light coming out from little squire parts of them. He grabbed another stone and moved it, making the gap wider.
When after ten minutes of hard work man finally crawled out of the stone room he looked around and was shocked. All around him stood stones with things written on them. As he turned around to see his jail he saw something written on wall too. And not a single living being. He knew only thing – this place was bad. He felt energy of the dead here. Man gathered his strength and walked towards big gate, that felt cold to touch and were as solid as stone. His blood slowly dripped from the injured arm.
Age: unknown
Species: Son of god and demon
Powers. Agility, ability to see in the dark, great swimming skills, ability to stay long underwater, Ability to shift to most creatures. Great spear fighting skills.
Weaknesses: Weak and almost inactive during the day. Afraid of fire. Bad with ranged weapons.
Personality: Akelo is hot blooded and more on aggressive side with those he don’t know. As someone who never has been part of a group lacks of social skills and tries to solve his problems by force. When someone gains his trust he can easily risk his life for them. Daredevil, ready to poke every sleeping bear around him. Slightly self centered and forgets that “son of god” doesn’t mean “god”. Can act strange and isn’t suited for twenty first century customs.
Strong and great hunter once walked the Earth. One night of the full moon he stopped near the lake. He placed his bow on the ground and drank from the lake. As he lifted his eyes deeper in the water he saw a woman of unspeakable beauty. She was mostly in the water, but her eyes and smile was enough to charm this hunter. He lost his clothes and walked into the water, letting her look at him from top to bottom. The woman didn’t move as he got closer. She wrapped her arms around him and he did the same for her. That night under the full moon he made her his own.
After nine months the woman who wasn’t a simple woman gave birth to a boy. The man who wasn’t just a man heard about this and went back to the lake. Woman was already waiting.
“Show me my son” he asked her. The woman shook her head.
“I am not a human. He is a son of a Qandisa. He is a half demon.” She said but the man only laughed.
“I am Ochossi, a God. He is a son of god. Give him to me and I will train him as a true hunter.”
The woman did not dare to argue with a god. She brought him the newborn baby. “Would you please let me pick a name for him?” she asked. Man bowed. Woman looked the boy into the eyes and thought for a moment. “Akelo. The one who brings joy and wealth.”
The god took the baby and walked his way, leaving the woman in the lake. She cried silently as she watched her baby getting farther.
Ochossi as the god of what’s right held to his word and took care of a boy. Akelo was strong and fast. He eagerly learned everything his father taught him. First difference was when the boy chose spear over the bow. Yet Ochossi was happy. Boy became good tracker before he turned ten and could easily hunt small prey alone.
Same day as Akelo turned ten he tried to hunt down a buffalo. Strong and big beast was a challenge on it’s own but the night was unlucky for a boy. He chose same prey as the group of hungry lions. When he saw the beasts rushing towards him it was already too late to turn around. Suddenly boy felt strange, world around him grew up and he found himself in the skin of wild mouse. Little creature took a dive to the tall grass, leaving the lions who continued pursuing the buffalos. When the boy finally left his hiding spot and his heart started to work as normal Akelo regained his human form. Father already stood close.
“What have you done?” he asked making the boy shiver. Little one lifted his eyes.
“I changed. It just… happened….” Father’s voice struck him like the lightning. “Never do that again! You are a hunter, not Qandisa!” he said and vanished.
Years have passed and Akelo found more things he should never do. For example swim as much as he liked. His speed was greater then any man’s and he could stay under water much longer. When the training would be too hard he would jump into the lake and stay on the bottom, watching underwater life. It helped him to relax and gather his thoughts. He needed that. Ochossi saw less and less good things and love to the boy was soon replaced with rejection. He was teaching a water demon. Lust demon.
When the day came for Akelo to look for a wife Ochossi walked into boy’s tent. “Don’t you dare to have kids” he said. Akelo who was already used to harsh words lifted his head. “Don’t you want to have grandchildren, father?” he asked. “I don’t want you to continue blood line of that whore!” answer came. “She isn’t whore!” Akelo locked his eyes on the god he felt no fear for. “She lures men and drowns them!” Ochossi held the gaze. “So she was good enough for YOU but her blood line is too bad to continue? Where is rightfulness in that, God?” Last word Akelo spitted out. Hit to his guts made boy kneel and gasp for air. “I decide what is right, you freak!” God of hunting roared but Akelo didn’t care. He gathered his strength and stood up. “Then I decide to go away from you. I will find a place where your powers can’t reach me and live my life with everything I was given. By you AND by Her.” He gathered his spear and few belongings, leaving the tent. But Ochossi wasn’t going to let that. He started singing in the language Akelo never heard before. The young man felt strange. His body became numb and he fell on the ground. “I will send you as far from her as possible. You will sleep until she dies”. Those were the last words Akelo heard before closing his eyes.
Akelo slowly opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes took a moment to get used to the different darkness. Young man understood that he was in the room with stone walls. He never saw such tents before and felt terrified. He crawled to the wall and began touching it, looking for a way out. With every passing minute he felt more and more hopeless. Finally the man gave up. He rested his back to the wall and began crying. It was solid rock all around him. Akelo cursed and smashed his fist to the wall as fast as he could. Little pieces fell on the ground. Man who was told that there is no harder material then a stone now stared at the wall, thinking. After few seconds he began smashing same spot again and again, making his hand bleed, but he didn’t care. He was trying to get to the freedom. Finally the stone fell. Akelo saw the evening light, trees that he never saw before and strange huge stones with light coming out from little squire parts of them. He grabbed another stone and moved it, making the gap wider.
When after ten minutes of hard work man finally crawled out of the stone room he looked around and was shocked. All around him stood stones with things written on them. As he turned around to see his jail he saw something written on wall too. And not a single living being. He knew only thing – this place was bad. He felt energy of the dead here. Man gathered his strength and walked towards big gate, that felt cold to touch and were as solid as stone. His blood slowly dripped from the injured arm.