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Apperence: 
Name: Vincent Kukaro
Age: seemingly 17
Race: Heavenly Shadow
Personality: Quiet, usually doesn't talk much and remains calm in highly stressful situations. He is very loyal to his freinds, dispite not having many. Vincent is capable of manipulating all the elements and uses them to his advantage whenever nessesary.
Bio: His entire race was killed off by a war general and his army. He currently doesn't have many friends because of his strangeness, aswell as what he is. He also used to be a prince from when he had been among the others of his race, shown from his opposing wing types. However, he keeps it secret and had always disliked the royal point of veiw of things. He also holds a very closely-gaurded secret about his race that could mean life or death if exposed.
Starter:
loud bangs were heard far above the forest as two figures darted around the sky, locked in combat. they eventually paused infront of the half-moon, their weapons caught up together. the shillouettes seperated after a few moments and showed that both of the figures had wings and both had weapons. one had mechanical-like wings and a large double sided axe. the other had a large 5-bladed scythe and a feathered angel wing and a bat-like demon wing, though it was hard to tell.
the figures continued to attack and counter the other for a minute or two until the axe-weilder got an opening and slashed the other. the scythe-weilder backed away a little bit and held his hand out. there was a huge white blast of energy that rammed into the axe-weilder. and when the light faded, the axe-weilder was gone.
the scythe-weilder's wings slowly crumbled back to a folded position around his back as he began to fall to the earth. he hit with a loud back into the ground and left a small crater around him. he barely moved, other to breathe and seemed to be in pain. there was a large gash across his back that made a puddle of blood around him. he seemed to be unconcious currently. the scythe he had used landed on the ground a few feet away from him and embedded itself in the ground. he continued to lie there as blood poured over his clothes from the gash.
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The war had finally ended, the two neighboring kingdoms of Elkyn and Belka declaring a winner. The Belkan kingdom had invaded their military into the Elkyn lands, basically destroying most of the peasant lands and some high level figures. But now, the Elkyn people finally surrendered, finding it too hard to endure what the Belkans were fully capable of. As most peace-treaties go, there is always something that the surrendering kingdom must relinquish. Both fortunately and unfortunatly for the Belkans, this 'gift' was a mystery, and was kept in the up-most secrecy, even as it arrived.
It was almost nightfall, a small carriage pulled over the dusty and stone-laiden road. Inside, there was the Elkyn Prime Minister, chatting to a young man in somewhat ragged clothes. His partially long, black hair hung down from his head being drooped, his golden colored eyes still open. He had a pair of iron shackles on his wrists and an odd pair of armlets on his forearms with a sapphire inlayed in the center of the golden bonds. in the sapphires, there were runes, as if it was a spell of some sort. Also, he had an odd necklace, the same sort of sapphire there aswell, runes and all.
The young man thought to himself, wondering how things may be this time. He was constantly being given to new people because he was even lower then peasants, but was almost a hundred times the worth. The carriage slowly pulled up to the Belkan castle, the Prime Minister and Young man getting out and walking to the front gates. The gaurds let them pass and they went inside. They waited in the main room to be viewed and possibly greeted by the King, Queen, and Princess of the castle.
 Vivi the Twilight · Thu Dec 06, 2007 @ 08:35pm · 1 Comments |
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