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Written to "End of All Days" and "Northern Lights" by Thirty Seconds to Mars on a whim.


"I dream in my dreams all the dreams of other dreamers,

And I become the other dreamers." - Walt Whitman, "The Sleepers"

Overture; Starry-eyed wanderers

"Hey... Is seeing ghosts a normal thing?"

They slowed down a bit before coming to a full stop, tilting their head slightly before answering, "As Illusionists, we have a broader sight spectrum than most, so, technically, yes, it is possible to see the deceased, whether it be real or self-conjured."

"Oh." That was all he could really say, having already played with the idea before asking.

Turning on their heel, they looked back at him from behind dark blue sunglasses, "It is essential to be open-minded in order to not stem one's creativity, but it is just as essential to not let personal feelings get in the way, otherwise compromising the main objective at hand."

Now it was his turn to tilt his head but he nodded regardless of his brewing confusion.

"The best way to avoid losing composure and letting emotions rule, is to lock it up. Throw away the key. Then bury everything somewhere even you can't find."

He heard how some people could steal your heart before you knew what hit you.

He hoped someone stole his. Kept it and didn't give it back. Crushed it into a million unidentifiable pieces and scatter it in the desert for all he could care. Just so he wouldn't have one again.

He smiled ruefully, "That easy, huh?"

They chuckled darkly before continuing their walk before he had sidetracked them.

He turned to face his dead-eyed specter some ten meters away, a second too late to miss that dead stare fade into the inky blackness, and he followed after his mentor silently then on.

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He blamed most of his monotony and melancholy on his mentor.

His mentor, a guy by the name of Clemente, was just that much of a depressing dude.

The guy had no joy in life. It was like a drop of ink in water. It was spreading to him too.

You see, he used to be a real epic dude, Zane Silent that is, but not as of late.

No, not since he started working for the shady shady shady shadowy Ombra Famiglia.

It wasn't because of the members, they were actually quite welcoming and nice to be around despite the frequent house fires and screaming for help that randomly occurred.

It was Clemente, his joy-killing mentor the boss had assigned to him way back whenever he landing on their doorstep so many years ago.

The guy, a man of twenty-something-not-that-old-yet who always wore dark blue shades to cover fucking tired dim green eyes. Pale blond hair cast a dull messy halo around the jaded man, and it was sickening and damn ironic to Zane every time he thought about it.

Now, until the last coupla' months, he could stand it. Still be his ever annoying, mischievous, lovable self, but it seemed the life was being sucked out of him the more he stayed around the terribly terrible mentor he called his own teacher.

So he was surprised that he felt somewhat sorry for time having passed so quickly when both da boss-man and Clemente declared his apprenticeship over.

Apparently five years together wasn't enough, but he was both relieved and distraught to see the man he's come to call his joy-killing mentor walk out of his life. Sure, same family, same main division as fellow Illusionists, but that wasn't the same as before.

Before, they were tight, they worked nicely and neatly, they worked perfectly in sync with each otha' like partners, clashing personas and all, but now everything was dying a little at a time. Zane hated to see the man go, but he guess he now understood why his mentor was such a buzz-kill.

The mafia was a fucking hard job to do. But who else was going to work it?

If nothing else, Zane knew he'd have to find his light soon though.

The dark, even if he lived there his whole life till this point, was moving, and he certainly didn't wanna stick around to find out why.

He needed hope, a reason, a purpose, no matter how depressing it sounded. Or cliche.

Deep down, he liked his mentor, honest, but he didn't want to end up like him. Cool looking dude. From afar. But only from afar. Other than that? Major joy-killa.

He hoped, being a new captain and all, that his first lil' band of misfits would be better off chasing butterflies than getting dragging into the ink floating around the underground world.

Yeesh. Barely seventeen and he was already sounding like an old man.


Name:

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Age:

Birthday: (optional)

Personality:

Likes:

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Appearances:

Weapon/s:

Fighting style/s:

Flame/s: (only comes into play later)

Theme song/s: (optional)

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Name: Zane Silent

Alias: Eric Farrell, Callisto Loredan, Zeke Kagura, Mister Epic (self-proclaimed).

Meaning of name/s: Zane - Hebrew, "God is Gracious," but is also a town in the province of Vicenza, Veneto, Italy.

Age: 17

Birthday: N/A

Personality: A mischievous but serious leader. Slightly egotistis. Alright, very egotistic. Laidback, charming, calm, but sarcastic. Bitter, sardonic at times, and generally tries to remain neutral about things. Lazy.

Likes: Himself. Money. Sleep. He enjoys music and pulling pranks on those nearby, eating food he didn't pay for himself, spending time with interesting people, and watching chaos unfold. Singing. Taking pictures.

Dislikes: Being held responsible. Having to be responsible. Not being his epic self. Doing actually work and having to break up fights. Working in general.

Appearances: Approx. 5'9" and slightly tan, has bright green eyes and messy black hair he lets fall in front of his eyes. Normally wears simple shirts and jeans with combat boots, keeps to dark colors but does wear the occasional neon just because. Disguises not included of course, because then he'd wear almost anything.

Weapon/s: He improvises with anything, but mainly sticks to daggers. Can use longswords and sickles. Illusions. Needles, poison. Keeps a Beretta 92 FS handgun in case.

Fighting style/s: Avoidance or rush in, there is no in-between for him. Knows a few martial arts, but mostly sticks to street fighting.

Flames: Mist

Theme song/s: 1000 Transmissions by Ayria

Background: He isn't sure why he ran away as a kid and doesn't remember much about life before that but never bothered to question it. After living on the street so long, he became acquainted with the wrong folks due to misfortunate pick-pocketing. Eventually he found himself sitting at the Ombra doorstep because he had no idea who else would take him. After training he was accepted and was put under his former mentor due to aptitude for illusions.

Other: He doesn't like telling people he's a picky eater. He tries to use formal/normal language but can't help but get lazy and starts to slur things along.


No pairings as of yet, with anyone, cannon or otherwise. May come into some play later on however.

Bare with this fool, for I am one lazy bastard, and therefore probably won't turn out chapters like crazy when it be needed.

"the shady shady shady shadowy Ombra Famiglia." An exaggerated literal meaning of Ombra, which means "shadow, shade, darkness, ghost, obscurity." Hail Google. Psht.

Clemente means "gentle and merciless." From 20000 names site.

"Flames: (only comes into play later)" Keep to the more known flames such as Storm, Rain, Sun, Lightning, Mist, Cloud, but only a few/couple Sky flames will be accepted. Only a few/one or two dual flames/more than single flames will be accepted. May be changed at anytime if so desired.

Basically pretend you don't have it just yet. Sorry for the inconvenience.

"N/A" Is my laziness. Can be used and added later, no need to rush. I clearly ain't.

"same main division as fellow Illusionists" and "being a new captain and all" - Main divisions are categorized by flames, then further by specialist groups (information, assassination, recruiting, messengers, etc) or individual groups or individuals themselves. Clarification: Zane is part of the Main Mist Division (Il Principale Reparto Nebbia D'ombra)(lame translation on my part) but is the new captain of a mixed individual group now due to certain circumstances as well. Clemente is still part of the Main Mist but is now going solo. Most if not all OCs will be joining Zane however.

Does not have to be a particularly dark story, I simply wrote this in the mood and half-asleep.

Either PM or review your OC works fine with me, but as a cursory warning, bit of a perfectionist here so don't feel let down if yours is turned down. Also, feel free to thrown in a better title idea while your at it. Nox Celestis lit. means "Heavnely Night." I think.