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Vitreus
Race: Human (Manikin)
Age: Looks Twenties
Job: Wanderer / Knight
Series: Final Fantasy I / Dissidia
OOC: Dust - CST - Offline

Glimpses
Time is scattering the seeds of the morning daylight...




“Light, shine bright!” with an upward raise of his blade its already unique blade began to shine brightly covering it and extending its reach. He brought it downward and gave the saber-tusk a quick ending. Of course the remaining demon-wolf-like monsters were less willing to turn and run once the warrior had fallen two of their pack. It needed to be done, the creatures were too close to the city's gate, and attacking a traveling group this morning had quickly marked the beasts as dangerous. Even now, the Warrior worried that if he did not dispatch them quickly enough they might take their revenge on the city or anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside it.

“Worry not, I will handle their likes.” he assured the towns people with confidence and continued forward. 'But you are not hunter nor city guard.' one of the civilians remarked only gaining a momentary pause. “You needn't worry.” The Warrior of Light turned away to begin his journey outside of the city's limits his cape shadowing behind.

Facing the monsters had brought the question to the front of his mind. Should he not join the town's guard? He as not opposed to the idea. He deflected one of them with his shield and then with a downward thrust of his sword nearly severed its head. Jumping over one the fallen beast he locked blade and claw with another. Kicking it away he brought his blade up and close to his his body, pointed upward. A few of them dashed past him, toward the town, as he had considered. Without moving he summoned several red swords to launch at their backs and the then thrust his sword out and then waved it in a wide arch creating a crescent shaped gash of energy which finished the remaining.

Sky-colored eyes scanned the area around him to make sure the monsters had been dispatched. Nodding in approval he turned back toward the city. He walked weapons at his sides. “If only I knew what is was you required of me....” he closes his eyes and walks on. He was not the sort to dwell or let such things affect him so, but there was this nagging sensation that made it hard to simply dismiss his own memories.

This was the right thing. He wanted nothing more than to help send people home.

The warrior tipped his head back eyes reflecting the clouds floating overhead as he walked. His weapons dismissed from his hands with a faint glow. Frowning softly to himself he folded his arms and tipped his head slightly to the side in thought. Turning to look a bit over his shoulder before his eyes dropped a moment before raising again.

In the end he made the decision to remain just outside the city gates for now and linger to make sure that no more of those monsters showed up. And so he stood there waiting.... for two more hours. They weren't coming back. Could he be sure?


Open // Is there an award for worst post ever?




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Invictus
Race: Human
Age: Fifty
Job: Councilman
Series: Final Fantasy XV
OOC: Peri - Pacific Standard Time - Offline

{ Slight M rating for I guess gruesome details? idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ }


'cause your pain is a tribute
the only thing you let hold you

Here is your peace, by steel's swift decent.

Go...

Fingers grasping weakly, lost in the futility of trying to find purchase against harsh metal warmed and slickened with fresh blood. Failing to find their strength as it came pouring out of the gaping wound in his chest. The eternal veil of darkness slipping slowly over his head, while the light steadily came to dim from gentle green eyes.

It might have all been just a cruel dream, a vision coming to terrorize his aged and tired mind in the drawling hours of the night. Except he knew better. The look in Lunafreya's eyes as he told her that her future would no longer be lost behind closed doors, that he would not fail or shackle her again. Happiness. The one thing that he ever wanted for any of them; their precious children, promising it to them on the day that they were born. How did it come to pass that they only seemed to lay the weight of the world on their young shoulders?

The heat of the sun rained down upon brittle threads of ashen hair, warming and bringing renewed color to pale cheeks. Long live the fallen King, resting upon a bed of wild flowers. Crown strewn from off his head, the wing of Bahamut twisting up toward the sky as it winked between the blades of grass. A butterfly peacefully flitted from petal to petal, dancing about gracefully until it found its resting place there on Regis' chest. Wings folding in muted grace, the beautiful insect sat there until the first painful rush of air sunk into tired lungs.

Excruciating. It was the first sensation that Regis awoke to, trying to breathe though all he could seem to taste was the heady copper of crimson as it came flowing from his lips. Wracking, choking coughs shuddered through him, each one bringing an entirely new and visceral agony that he swore would tear him apart. If this was not living, he did not know what was. Attempting to pull himself upward, every joint and bone flaring up like pins and needles gliding beneath parchment-thin skin. His hands claw with great effort at the earth, dirt sifting between missing digits as he fought to right himself. Wincing when he finally managed to pry open his eyelids.

Bright. It was so overwhelmingly bright, like peering directly into the sun at dawn. And perhaps a part of him grew more troubled as the moments ticked back, momentarily blinded and left to dwell on just exactly what that entailed.

His wounds were grave but still not as he had remembered, clinging to his fragile mortality while the life steadily came streaming out of him. Painting this blissful meadow in a small pool of red, now as the bright blue of the sky came into view Regis wanted nothing more than to fight for every staggering breath. Where was Lunafreya? What of Nyx Ulric? And... Noctis. His son. Though he felt as if his chest was filling with water, drowning in his own blood, he gasped and tried to form his boy's name. “Noctis...” The name escaped him, strangled and pained, while he came to stare up at the luminous light hanging over him.

Knowing not where he was, the afterlife or wherever else, Regis gave a silent prayer for his child. Finally pulling himself into a slumped sitting position, he struggled to keep his balance while the fresh waves of weakness washed over him. Groaning, his gaze averted to his left hand. The weight of the ring was gone... absent... and with it, the finger severed freshly at the knuckle. A fresh knot of anger started to whorl like barbs throughout his stomach, tendrils working to push out the pain when from behind him came a sound. An awful, curling vibration, which echoed wetly in his ears through rows of sharp teeth.

Turning to peer over his shoulder, his mind halted when his sight fell over the creatures that sneered at him. Their forms were twisted, undulating masses of thick shadow—looking like wolves encompassed by writhing black tongues. “But of course,” he choked bitterly, his uninjured hand sliding between the folds of his weathered and torn regal vestments. The lupine-like animals howled hungrily before they came to descend upon Regis, “Once more... unto the fray...” The words reminded him of one of his closest friends, filling him with the strength never to give in. A King bowed to no one, and just when he was swarmed by the darkness, he lifted his hand into the air.

Lightning crackled and arced, a brief flash of magic engulfing the area as he unleashed thundaga upon the pack of shifting Lost. The smell of singed flesh and fur coming alive as he zapped them all for what they were worth, the static clinging to the air as Regis channeled all of his power in a last ditch effort to save himself. When the electricity stopped bouncing and bounding across the earth, he could still see several sets of eyes watching him, circling, and glinting ravenously. “So this is how it will be...” Blood dribbled down his chin in a thick line, bracing himself for what was to come next.

wear it now like a mantle
always there to remind you



{ aaaa???! sorry I kind of hi-jacked this. x-x I hope it's okay! }
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Vitreus
Race: Human (Manikin)
Age: Looks Twenties
Job: Wanderer / Knight
Series: Final Fantasy I / Dissidia
OOC: Dust - CST - Offline

Glimpses
Time is scattering the seeds of the morning daylight...




Cycles and history repeats itself. Maybe Garland was not so wrong after all, for if there was one thing which stretched across the stars it was mankind's thirst for battle. No, it is a craving which reaches further beyond flesh and blood mortals. To gods and monsters alike. A pure and most basic driving instinct. There was something else though that was far more powerful than the tide of war something which also stretched far across the distant sky touching other worlds, realms, and the hearts of those willing to listen.

First in Cosmos and now in Vitreus, but not only them but the warriors who fought, fell, and rose at their sides. Raising his sword did not only mean taking a life but harboring one. Broken swords and cracked shields forever lining the battlefields something would always remain behind even in the most desolate places urging life to continue onward at the beat of a steady drum. He is a tool of war and perhaps were it left as it was meant to be the Warrior would find himself more driven. He yearns for battle as much as he wishes to end it. But he takes no pride in finishing off Lost; only viewing it as a way to aid his knew goddess who does not appear before him in physical form. It is alright, she does not need to. He should question more and act less but perhaps there has never been a man more sure of anything. He does not need the lure of power, crystal, or god to drive him.

Or maybe he is tugged forever onward by a will that is only thought to be his own. Only another lifeless tool of war.

Bright blue sky reflected in matching eyes it was difficult to say exactly what the Warrior of Light had found himself so easily preoccupied with for several moments. 'I was admiring how beautiful your sky is.' he thinks softly to himself though as if he is speaking to any deity who dared to listen close enough. Unsure how much time had passed the Warrior of Light had begun considering his return to the city's sanctuary when something beckoned his attention. Steps came to a halt as the young man turned his head to peer over his shoulder, nothing so obvious within sight, attentively he turns from the entry gates and begins walking. Unsure of his destination he moves cautiously but steady.

The closer the warrior got the more easy it was to feel the mixing energies. Lost, quickly isolated by their energy which was a perfect representation of darkness, poison, and decay. The second energy bending and mixing with it was a little more difficult to divide; it was airy, light, but also familiar. The Warrior of Light quickens his steps while his sword and shield flash into existence into their rightful hands. His eyes narrowing into focus as he dashed forward.

Before him the chosen battlefield stretched out upon the grasslands, many malformed wolf-like creatures like before had surrounded someone, who seemed to have at least some magical ability attempting to protect themselves. Forward! he urges himself faster and sword at his side he gathers light through the blade and leads with his shield. Sliding the Warrior twists himself and swings his weapon forward creating a wave from the ground up of light which collided with the wolf nearest to the stranger. “To my side.” he voice smooth and yet somehow commanding as he sprang forward with the sound of moving armor and the ripple of his cloak to follow. Shield soaring forward it slammed into one of the wolves and delivered a deep cut to another before returning to the Warrior's hand.

Landing near Regis the heavily armored young man glimpsed over his shoulder at the older man. “Hold on I am here to help. Worry not I will protect you.” The man's wounds would have to wait for now. something about the man, eyes lingered on his face a moment, before snapping back toward movement in front of him of another lunging Lost. A shield to defend himself followed by a blade to sever its head from its body. “Light purify and free you from this curse.” he brings his blade up before himself pointed toward the sky and then slings it outward and moves to meet one of the creatures head first.

The Warrior of Light handles another one of the wolves and returns briskly to Regis' side. Something kept drawing him to the man, maybe it was simple worry over knowing the man was wounded (not to mention the Lost), a strange concoction he truly could not explain. Much like the light that drove him to Lunafreya's side. Even if this man had been attacked by the Lost the Warrior of Light told himself that not saving this man was not an option. A promise. His blade tore through another one of the wolves with ease.

"I will not allow anyone to fall here."


Regis Caelum // This was terrible but??





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Invictus
Race: Human
Age: Fifty
Job: Councilman
Series: Final Fantasy XV
OOC: Peri - Pacific Standard Time - Offline

'cause your pain is a tribute
the only thing you let hold you

It was his blood that they sought, the pool of viscous fluid which puddled around his weakened form drawing the Lost in closer. Their evil ran like tendrils across the ground, withering all that it touched. Salivating with each drop that flowed from his opened wounds, the wolves wanting nothing more than to feast on flesh and gnaw away at bone. Potentially to turn him themselves, to bring a King of Lucis under the rancorous sway of the darkness.

But Regis would never go down without a fight. Even weakened and disoriented, his head swimming the more his life flooded out of him, he held onto the flask in his palm as he raised it above his head. Blue streamers of electricity swallowed the sky before fizzling and frying the pack of hungry predators. The power of his magical spell sent a wave of energy through the meadow, sending the flowers and the trees shuddering from the force. Sharp yelps of pain followed, dealing direct hits on several of the four-legged masses of shadow, dispersing them in an explosion of sparking white heat.

His breaths grew more ragged as he knocked the empty flask aside, expression screwing up into a grimace while he attempted to call the armiger into being. All around him, his vision was steadily blurring—until he could not tell if it was his own consciousness slipping away or if more of the Lost had come to dine on his dying light. Puddles of twisting black ichor splashed the grass before they came crawling steadily forward like hundreds of devilish worms. Building and shaping themselves back into the forms of the wolves that he had vanquished, their bloodshot eyes gleaming with renewed rage.

What in the name of the Six...?

He had run into his fair share of daemons in his day, but this...

Facing fear was not an option, his trusted blade summoning slowly from the air around him. Piece by piece, like shards of blue stained glass becoming one, the sword came to coalesce before his eyes. Reaching out, he struggled to fully grip it with one of his fingers missing, yet even still his iron will burned brighter than the spectral weapons that came to life all around him. Each glave starts to rise, though some seem to shudder and phase in and out of existence—as if he struggled to hold his near-perfect control over the magic contained in his veins.

The power of Kings had never caused him so much stress just to maintain. All the more a reminder of how much the crystal had drained him.

To my side.

A voice that Regis does not recognize, but still one that quiets the knots within his soul. First there is blue, and then there is gold. Bashing one of the lunging wolves against a shield, the dull thud of the body resonated within the aged man's ears, and he stared up at the fellow warrior with grateful eyes. Worry not I will protect you. The light which clung to his being warmed up cold recesses, giving him the sensation that he was in the presence of someone he had always known. Though, being the one who needed to be saved, now that was certainly a new feeling...

The smallest of smiles twisted a the old King's lips whilst he gave a gentle nod. But it was watching this young man fight which truly restored him. Sword and shield fending off the darkness, commanding a luminous power which seemed to send the feral pack into a panic. Something about him...

"I will not allow anyone to fall here."

Regis forced his energy back into the armiger, the Warrior's words inspiring him as he breathed in deeply. With a flick of his wrist, two of the glaves went singing through the air, pinning one wolf to the ground while slicing another cleanly in two. “Nor shall I,” he spoke with all of the control of a man of great regality though it was clear how much pain he was in through the reflection in his eyes. Still. He would not allow one so young and full of spirit fight alone. “You have my gratitude, and I am at your back. Let your sword strike true.”

wear it now like a mantle
always there to remind you



{ It was perfect! x3 }
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Vitreus
Race: Human (Manikin)
Age: Looks Twenties
Job: Wanderer / Knight
Series: Final Fantasy I / Dissidia
OOC: Dust - CST - Offline

Glimpses
Time is scattering the seeds of the morning daylight...




Demonic creatures long since lost their sanity to the overflowing black tar that drips from their outline only to rejoin at their feet. The Lost were nothing like the Manikins which so easily crumbled into dust upon defeat at the hands of an of the warriors. Even most monsters no matter how fluid their form could in some manner be killed. Even gods could be slain. These Lost could also die though there is more difficulty in doing so.

There is age and wisdom mixed together on this stranger's face. There is strength and power to rival that of the crimson weakness also spilling from him. Despite it all the Warrior of Light does not sense the power of this world's goddess Vitreus residing within the man meaning he cannot kill them. This is not to say the man's power and skill goes unrewarded. Wolfish forms are distracted, pinned, and cut apart. And when they regather while it does make them stronger it also extinguishes their number. The Warrior of Light hopes to not put too much stress on the wounded man as he raises his blade. The stranger's weapon is not so unlike his own, and there are also spectral weapons floating at his call. As amazing as they are the warrior tries to focus his attention on the task at hand.

Hearing the other man speak gained a dip of the warrior's head in reply and gratitude. The man was fighting back pain for still managed to stand on his own for now. Just a little longer. the Warrior of Light's eyes tried to reflect back silently before his blade was raised once more. A matter of life or death; this battle needed to meet its end quickly.

'Light shine, lend me your strength, Vitreus hear my call and empower my blade!'

A deep breath and the warrior steps forward with a fury of sword slashes a dance of blades and the following after-image of light created cuts through the air which followed and tore the creatures to pieces. His blade burned and sliced through them causing hisses and roars of pain which seemed to drive them more mad and wild wanting to sink their teeth into and consume the light. This was not to say they did not try. One of the larger amalgamations reformed and came up slowly stretching and wrapping around his form like a flat snake. Mere seconds passed before it was sent scattering outward and sizzling turning to ash in the air before it could reach the ground. The Warrior of Light surrounded by his own spectral blades which had defended him then launched them forward before rejoining Regis' side holding up his shield in front of him, both of them, he created a similar mirror image of his weapon in three larger ghostly forms which would be used to defended their flanks.

The battle was not an easy one, but one which would draw to a close none the less with the two victorious. For now. The armor-clad knight rushed and slid forward driving his weapon through the final wolf's chest and then waving it toward the sky in a wide arch which sent the Lost's ash and flickers of light scattering through the air. “Cleansed, now you rest.” he mutters to himself.

Sky-colored eyes carefully scanned their surroundings, and his mind reached out for any remaining Lost. When he was sure there were not any threats left the Warrior of Light quickly turned himself toward Regis, a whirl of his cloak to follow as he trotted forward. Holding his hands out his weapons both flickered and vanished out like a switched off light. “Sir!” he calls out to the bloodied man feeling as if unarmed he may seem less of a threat though his armor may take away from it, not to mention his abilities having already been noticed. He tried to be thoughtful.

Stepping closer the knight's face managed to catch somewhere between steeled and concerned. He was wounded, terribly so, did he have enough energy to really help at all? “Allow me. Whatever it is I can do to aid you.” he steps closer worrying this man may even fall. He does not mind offering a hand or shoulder whatever it takes. He tries to be sympathetic.


Regis Caelum // Sorry Idk i am unhappy with my post yours was so great DX





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