Chrono Shock - .02
The Scaly Thief
The small, yet dangerous lizard scampered across the cobblestone streets of Kaitlin Hill, a new civilization where the Hermit's Hideout was. It wore human clothing and began to run on two feet. It dove behind a well in the center of town and looked down at it's newly acquired stash: 1000Z. It wasn't colored the usual repulsive green. It bore a azure like color and a golden necklace with a pendant on it.
The reptile looked from behind the well and spotted four pirates running in his direction. His tail began to sway happily back and forth, in anticipation of a chase. As he darted from behind the newly erected well, he began to think of what landed him in all of this mess.
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He'd just been welcomed into the Rough Waves, a crew of pirates whose real job was to transport without getting caught by any enemy ships, namely the Porre Army.
"Ginrade." The leader, Hiro commanded, handing him a bag full of money. "Take this to the Conference Room. I'll be splitting up the profits there."
Excitedly, Ginrade sat the money at the table, where the meeting was yet to begin. He looked at the amount of money in the bag, and a golden glimmer shinned all over his skin and his eyes grew big at the sight. He reached in with his small claw and began to transfer some money into his pouch. The sound of weary, tired men alerted him and he dropped the bag and closed it up.
The meeting was a new experience for Ginrade, and he listened to old stories and tales by the different crew members. Genuinely, Ginrade was exited and interested, but a pressing matter began to distract his attention: Hiro's inspection of the bag. He looked back at the mates, who were still talking, but then, he made a mistake which sent him on the run: He connected eyes with the leader, all in all, exposing his guilt.
Not even waiting for an accusation, Ginrade was on the run, leaving everyone but Hiro confused. That led to this chase in Kaitlin Hill.
---
He started to run up to the famous hill, hoping the pirates were in close pursuit. They were and he began to smile even wider. But alas, something didn't feel right. There were more, yet they weren't advancing as fast or as persistent as they were a few minutes ago…
Ginrade felt two very angry, cold hands grab him and lift him into the air. He was promptly turned around and looked into the flaming eyes of Hiro. From the looks of things, this wasn't going to turn out very well…
The forgotten Warrior
The small child looked up at the yellow haired gaunt man with a face of confusion. The narrow grey eyes locked onto the blue haired boys, trying to smile. The small child tried to comprehend what the grey eyes were trying to state. The yellow-haired man knew the young one was much to young to understand what expressions through eyes meant. Finally, the young azure haired boy walked away. With sad and grey eyes, the yellow-haired, wiry man's eyes caught a poster being wondered at. It bore the picture of a red-haired young man wielding a broqdsword and wearing a blue uniform, the seal of a bird on it.
"Wow." A young man's voice rang out. "I wish I were like Deya! He's so cool!"
The same grey eyes which provoked a confused emotion had no trouble sending the message of his feelings across. His teeth almost gnashed as he viewed the face of warriors today. These days, all it took was a slayed monster and a woman in distress to make your mark. It didn't require any sort of skiil, just luck and a chance. Somehow, in his time, it took more, just to get recognition…
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"Felice!" a rich voice rang through the dense forest. A very skinny young man of twenty began to wander through, up, and over anything that stood in his way. Monsters dwelt there, but they only attacked ones who meant them harm. Despite their penchant for attacking anything, some where smart enough to clear paths, even though it was their territory. He gripped his spear even tighter as his premonitions became worse. Some monsters were cold and calculating, while some just went for anything that moved. A scream was heard, and instantly, the young man the young realized he was about to deal with the latter.
As his long, lanky legs worked, he began to live up to his nickname, "the Wind." He gained it while training with the Sheir Fermosas, a group of Demi-humans. He'd learned how to concentrate his emotions into energy, mostly speed and strength. He quickly dismissed the past and ran into the future. What was It attacking or about to attack the lady? A giant bird? A blood-thirsty wolf? No, it was a strange, cloaked figure, looking much more human than he expected. Slowly, the figure had the woman cornered.
With a flash, he threw his spear at the figure, hoping to end whatever assault the mysterious person was going to attempt. The spear found its target, and the figure fell. The woman, forever in his debt, gave him a position on the throne in Vinesha's Lane, an elite group of soldiers whose sole purpose was to protect the important people, namely the king and governor. That, was forty years ago. The final fact? His name RonJie, was never really given it's true respect, that figure back in the Vinesha Forest.
===
Kings, queens and the like were obsolete. The people of Gaia had evolved now. His position was now worth nothing and he was forced to live among those who he'd just been apart of for twenty years. He adjusted quickly, and now lived in Bolimn, a town which used to be the richest on all of Gaia, but now, it became almost a poverty-stricken city. It's mayor was now being protected by different groups, going to violent measures and putting countries and innocent at risk. He took another look at the poster and sighed. Veya, the newest Dragon Deva, was, unknowst to most, a very cowardly fellow whose fame was catapulted. He was now the chief of the neo Vinesha's, and a very famous fellow indeed.
Now, his thoughts would be focused on later in life, when he'd receive a chance to teach his trade, before his sunset came.
===
The Lonely Assassin
Over the years, her heart had waxed colder and colder, every layer desensitizing her to the damage she was doing. Her cold, emotionless stare was now etched in the minds and hearts of those she was about to do away with. She wore anything which fit the occasion. Street Clothes, Dresses, even Lingerie. For four years, she had to shield herself away from the horror she had caused.
And she had just turned sixteen.
Her long brown hair was usually long and covered her bony shoulders. But, everytime a mission was given, her hair was tied up and a bow was tied, keeping it together. If only she could find a bow for her life, she'd give up her lifestyle. But with every kill, every scared stare and curdling scream, she fell deeper and deeper into the world of assassination. Her name? She had many, but most would call her Sadoshuma, a word meaning "one who has suffered." In Gaia's native tongue. But with every mission Sadoshuma had to brush the name, as well as her hair behind and focus. Tonight, might well be her final mission, to assassinate General Viper, thus giving her allies, the Yintchu Army an overwhelming advantage. Would she quit Assassination as a whole? Yes, and No…
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Author's Note: Two more characters to go, and believe it or not, I'm not sure as to who they will be. Right now, I'm just giving you insight on the created characters stories, as you probably know of Serge's and Claude's by now. Until we meet again, we can only hope that we as a people can recover, and overcome the real Chrono Shock, the attack on America.
The Scaly Thief
The small, yet dangerous lizard scampered across the cobblestone streets of Kaitlin Hill, a new civilization where the Hermit's Hideout was. It wore human clothing and began to run on two feet. It dove behind a well in the center of town and looked down at it's newly acquired stash: 1000Z. It wasn't colored the usual repulsive green. It bore a azure like color and a golden necklace with a pendant on it.
The reptile looked from behind the well and spotted four pirates running in his direction. His tail began to sway happily back and forth, in anticipation of a chase. As he darted from behind the newly erected well, he began to think of what landed him in all of this mess.
---
He'd just been welcomed into the Rough Waves, a crew of pirates whose real job was to transport without getting caught by any enemy ships, namely the Porre Army.
"Ginrade." The leader, Hiro commanded, handing him a bag full of money. "Take this to the Conference Room. I'll be splitting up the profits there."
Excitedly, Ginrade sat the money at the table, where the meeting was yet to begin. He looked at the amount of money in the bag, and a golden glimmer shinned all over his skin and his eyes grew big at the sight. He reached in with his small claw and began to transfer some money into his pouch. The sound of weary, tired men alerted him and he dropped the bag and closed it up.
The meeting was a new experience for Ginrade, and he listened to old stories and tales by the different crew members. Genuinely, Ginrade was exited and interested, but a pressing matter began to distract his attention: Hiro's inspection of the bag. He looked back at the mates, who were still talking, but then, he made a mistake which sent him on the run: He connected eyes with the leader, all in all, exposing his guilt.
Not even waiting for an accusation, Ginrade was on the run, leaving everyone but Hiro confused. That led to this chase in Kaitlin Hill.
---
He started to run up to the famous hill, hoping the pirates were in close pursuit. They were and he began to smile even wider. But alas, something didn't feel right. There were more, yet they weren't advancing as fast or as persistent as they were a few minutes ago…
Ginrade felt two very angry, cold hands grab him and lift him into the air. He was promptly turned around and looked into the flaming eyes of Hiro. From the looks of things, this wasn't going to turn out very well…
The forgotten Warrior
The small child looked up at the yellow haired gaunt man with a face of confusion. The narrow grey eyes locked onto the blue haired boys, trying to smile. The small child tried to comprehend what the grey eyes were trying to state. The yellow-haired man knew the young one was much to young to understand what expressions through eyes meant. Finally, the young azure haired boy walked away. With sad and grey eyes, the yellow-haired, wiry man's eyes caught a poster being wondered at. It bore the picture of a red-haired young man wielding a broqdsword and wearing a blue uniform, the seal of a bird on it.
"Wow." A young man's voice rang out. "I wish I were like Deya! He's so cool!"
The same grey eyes which provoked a confused emotion had no trouble sending the message of his feelings across. His teeth almost gnashed as he viewed the face of warriors today. These days, all it took was a slayed monster and a woman in distress to make your mark. It didn't require any sort of skiil, just luck and a chance. Somehow, in his time, it took more, just to get recognition…
===
"Felice!" a rich voice rang through the dense forest. A very skinny young man of twenty began to wander through, up, and over anything that stood in his way. Monsters dwelt there, but they only attacked ones who meant them harm. Despite their penchant for attacking anything, some where smart enough to clear paths, even though it was their territory. He gripped his spear even tighter as his premonitions became worse. Some monsters were cold and calculating, while some just went for anything that moved. A scream was heard, and instantly, the young man the young realized he was about to deal with the latter.
As his long, lanky legs worked, he began to live up to his nickname, "the Wind." He gained it while training with the Sheir Fermosas, a group of Demi-humans. He'd learned how to concentrate his emotions into energy, mostly speed and strength. He quickly dismissed the past and ran into the future. What was It attacking or about to attack the lady? A giant bird? A blood-thirsty wolf? No, it was a strange, cloaked figure, looking much more human than he expected. Slowly, the figure had the woman cornered.
With a flash, he threw his spear at the figure, hoping to end whatever assault the mysterious person was going to attempt. The spear found its target, and the figure fell. The woman, forever in his debt, gave him a position on the throne in Vinesha's Lane, an elite group of soldiers whose sole purpose was to protect the important people, namely the king and governor. That, was forty years ago. The final fact? His name RonJie, was never really given it's true respect, that figure back in the Vinesha Forest.
===
Kings, queens and the like were obsolete. The people of Gaia had evolved now. His position was now worth nothing and he was forced to live among those who he'd just been apart of for twenty years. He adjusted quickly, and now lived in Bolimn, a town which used to be the richest on all of Gaia, but now, it became almost a poverty-stricken city. It's mayor was now being protected by different groups, going to violent measures and putting countries and innocent at risk. He took another look at the poster and sighed. Veya, the newest Dragon Deva, was, unknowst to most, a very cowardly fellow whose fame was catapulted. He was now the chief of the neo Vinesha's, and a very famous fellow indeed.
Now, his thoughts would be focused on later in life, when he'd receive a chance to teach his trade, before his sunset came.
===
The Lonely Assassin
Over the years, her heart had waxed colder and colder, every layer desensitizing her to the damage she was doing. Her cold, emotionless stare was now etched in the minds and hearts of those she was about to do away with. She wore anything which fit the occasion. Street Clothes, Dresses, even Lingerie. For four years, she had to shield herself away from the horror she had caused.
And she had just turned sixteen.
Her long brown hair was usually long and covered her bony shoulders. But, everytime a mission was given, her hair was tied up and a bow was tied, keeping it together. If only she could find a bow for her life, she'd give up her lifestyle. But with every kill, every scared stare and curdling scream, she fell deeper and deeper into the world of assassination. Her name? She had many, but most would call her Sadoshuma, a word meaning "one who has suffered." In Gaia's native tongue. But with every mission Sadoshuma had to brush the name, as well as her hair behind and focus. Tonight, might well be her final mission, to assassinate General Viper, thus giving her allies, the Yintchu Army an overwhelming advantage. Would she quit Assassination as a whole? Yes, and No…
===
Author's Note: Two more characters to go, and believe it or not, I'm not sure as to who they will be. Right now, I'm just giving you insight on the created characters stories, as you probably know of Serge's and Claude's by now. Until we meet again, we can only hope that we as a people can recover, and overcome the real Chrono Shock, the attack on America.