Hey, well this me trying for...somthing, I donno just somethin' that wouldn't leave my head after watching 'Ocean Gem' again. I don't know if I'll really do anything with it, but worth a try.
The Onyx Warrior
...It's snowing...
...It has been so long, since I have just, watched snow fall...
...My body aches, and I'm too injured to move...
...That or will to move is gone...
...Each is a likely problem, but back to the snow...
...It's so...Beautiful, and while I am unable to even twich my arm, let alone move. I guess this is as good as a time as any, to tell you my name and from whence I hail.
My name is Altman Weißenstein, and I was born in a small farming town near Breslau. I do not recall its name but, I remember it had an abundent amount of potato fields.
It may appear...odd, but I was born sometime around the year 1781...Yes I know it sounds absolutely ludacris, but I'm not lying. As it turns out, my mother was a member of the elusive species The Gems! She had been injuried in some sort of battle where my father, a soldier in the service of Prussia, along with his patrol, found her and several others. I don't know much else from that point to my father's death, shortly before my birth, as well as my mother's. Well not death so lets call it her metamorphosis into half of me.
...Wait, alright good, I can move my fingers again. And while I flex my fingers to, hopefully, spread the mobility, I'll just continue to talk about myself. So I might as well describe myself, but I warn you vanity is not in my nature, so this'll be a bit of a scarce discription. I stand at around 2 meters and weigh about 84 kg. I have messy, black chin length hair that I opted to comb back. My skin is fair, if a bit on the dark side, like there something dark under my skin. I have a lean, muscular build, but I can be fast if I need to be. I have a small, pointed nose and a strong, squared jaw dusted with a 5 o'clock shadow.
...Alright, the aches are starting to fade...
As for my eyes, well I have been told that they are my most striking features. My left eye is amber other than that, it is normal. But it is my right eye that catches everyone elses, my eye is my Gem, it is Black Onyx. Oh, I can see fine out of both eyes, but I tend to wear an eyepatch. If I don't people tend to stare.
...Good I can move again. Oh, and my attire, lets start from the bottom up. I wear shin high black marschstiefel boots over gray wool socks. For trousers, I have dark blue, nearly black, with light gray lampasse, and suspenders. A white cotton dress shirt with a dark blue, wool waistcoat. And over that is my greatcoat, it is a dark gray, the cuffs are crimson, and the buttons are onyx. The collar, I had extended, is black bear fur. And apart from my eyepatch, I wear nothing upon my head.
...Now I imagine, that you are wondering how came to be picking myself from the ground, hmm? Well it's...bizarre, to put it lightly. I somehow got into a fight with a behemoth of a Gem, at least I think it's a Gem. The blasted thing came from practically nowhere shouted 'Get ready to get squashed, little man!' and the next thing I know, a giant fist on a rope smacks me. I landed in a tree that is at least 30 meters from it, none too gracefully either.
And here we are, dusting myself of debris from the tree I was embedded in. I didn't get a good look at what swung that thing at me, but I now have a great dislike of all things purple. And if the periodical quakes are anything to go by, it is coming to try and 'squash' me.
"And it was such a Beautiful day too. *sigh* Well, guess it's time I get ready play with my large, new friend." I spoke with a humourless smile.
To be continued...