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#Post#: 185403--------------------------------------------------
World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Harbinger Date: May 16, 2012, 12:10 am
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[font=georgia]This is a RP that one doesn't has to take
seriously. A RP to come to and blow of steam, just have fun now
start! There are no rules!!!!......for now!!![/font]
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Ciaran Date: May 16, 2012, 8:35 pm
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Another day among these wretched beings... Ciaran was never
known to be the friendliest of "people." If you could call him a
person, that was. It was true that he had softened up a bit ever
since his sister came into his life. She had even discouraged
him from consuming human souls... But that didn't mean that he
would end up like her... All bubbly and happy-go-lucky. Power
was all that was needed in this world or the next. Power was
attained through focus, and focus was something that most beings
lacked. He scoffed as he roamed this land, watching the
scatterbrained humans, and other various creatures, without a
clue as to what they were doing with their lives. He hated
cities. Ever since he promised not to seek out humans for
sustenance, there was no purpose in them. He soon found himself
walking the field just outside of town, looking for a peaceful
location to meditate. What he came across, was a lake,
beautifully accented by a rushing waterfall. The sound of the
water crashing on the rocks at the bottom was soothing. This was
the location he seeked... He seated himself beneath the
waterfall, and closed his eyes, focusing inwardly and removing
himself from the distractions of the world. As he did so, the
red and black tattoos that covered his chest and back began to
swirl across his skin as if it were a kaleidoscope. His energies
circled his body as he searched for his inner peace. Perhaps the
world wasn't all bad after all...
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Brina Date: May 16, 2012, 9:17 pm
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Insanity. If one was labeled with it, they probably didn’t even
realize how different from the crowd they were. Naisha had gone
through that exact diagnoses only a few years ago after a man
named the Cheshire Cat took hold of her mind showing her such
graphic nightmares it drove her to the edge of lunacy. She saw
her sisters ripped apart shred for shred, her body chained back
and helpless forced to watch. She had seen other bodies mangled
to no repair, their screams haunting her even to that day.
Then.. the Cat had left her in the depths of her mind, daring
her to escape and when she finally did the hallucinations
followed her as well. The once beautiful, bright fairy was now
plagued by images. No longer had she spoken to people as she
passed them, for they didn’t look like people at all. No one
saved her, no one had tried until one night many years ago. He
was her hero, breaking her from the spell of the Cheshire, but
then he had left. Her hero had left before she had healed.
Though the whole incident had happened years ago she felt
herself slip back into that state of mind in which it was
impossible to decipher what was real and what was not. Some
nights she would swore she heard the Cheshire’s evil laugh and
would search the area head to toe and even when she had found no
evidence of the being, she couldn’t sleep. Bags weighed heavily
beneath her eyes, but being exhausted was far better than the
nightmares that sometimes plagued her. She had started to avoid
people once more, and they overlooked the bedraggled woman. She
stayed mostly to the woods, though she tried to keep enough mind
to eat every once and awhile. Her already thin frame looked a
bit emaciated, though she had never truly recovered from a time
where she had refused to eat for what seemed like months,
mistaking every dish for a body limb. Food had disgusted her,
the images that her mind formed repulsed her and she was scared
that it was happening again.
She was a defenseless moon fairy, never having any defense
lessons in combat whether it be physically or mentally. Fairies
weren’t meant to be fighters. No, they were the lovers. The
healers. Yet the Cat had gone out of his way to destroy her and
her life. She wondered if her luminescent wings could even heal
anymore- no one wanted to be healed by the psycho fairy. No one
wanted to be associated with her, and she was perfectly fine by
that. In some aspects she still searched for her sisters hoping
to find them alive one day, though they had most certainly
passed away years ago and not by the Cheshire’s doing.
Naisha walked smoothly through the woods; the hood to her sweat
shirt was up casting a shadow over her face. Her hands were
shoved sloppily into the pockets, and her jeans were a bit
baggy. Her wings folded neatly against her back so it was
unnecessary to cut holes in the sweatshirt. Most that knew her
mistook her for a human when they first met, though she wasn’t
anything much better than a human. She had no special powers
besides healing. She would turn every so often swearing she
would hear a snap of a tree branch in the woods as though
something were following her and her pace would pick up for a
few hundred feet before she would slow down trying to remind
herself that it was a figment of her imagination.
Her ocean blue eyes lifted as she came to a clearing. The woman
would not enter the area if there was another soul around for
the fear of confrontation. These woods weren’t safe for her
anymore, they hadn’t been for years. Yet after deeming the place
empty she slinked out of the shadows. Her slim form slouched as
she walked; her knees had a slight bend to them as though she
was constantly cowering, or constantly on the run from
something. Slowly she approached the lake, her eyes falling onto
the glistening blue water, though as she neared it continued to
grow a red hue until it looked like the color of blood. The site
made her dizzy and she raised her eyes to the roaring waterfall
hoping that it would clear her mind of the image. “It’s not
real. It’s not real.” She whispered softly to herself, her voice
cracking from lack of use. Her lips were also chapped.
That was when she saw the figure. At first it was the Cheshire
Cat grinning at her until the waterfall of blood. The sight
caused a gasp and even a slight screech before her hands whipped
from her pockets and clamped over her mouth. Shutting her eyes
tightly she tried to clear her mind for a few moments and when
she reopened them the water was back to its beautiful blue
color. The figure was still there though and she stared at the
man with the swirling tattoos with wide eyes. A deer caught in
headlights. Maybe he didn’t hear her though, she hoped.. After
all he was resting beneath a waterfall.. Taking a step backwards
towards the woods she cringed as a twig snapped beneath her
feet, again training her eyes on the man with wide eyes.
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Ciaran Date: May 16, 2012, 10:17 pm
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It wasn't as if Ciaran was born such a dark being... His father
was a grand warrior, and his mother a beautiful and lively
elemental spirit. He could have become a social creature like
his sister. But he hadn't been granted with the life that she
had. The pair had been robbed of their father before birth. And
were separated at birth. While Venus was raised as royalty, and
spoiled growing up, Ciaran had been discarded, and forced to
fend for himself; Forced to become strong, and fight for his
survival. Such an existence could taint any soul, and he was no
exception. His father was a creature of darkness. In fact, it
hurt his eyes to walk the earth in the daytime. Luckily, he
hadn't inherited that trait from his father. However, he still
clung to the darkness. It comforted him, and in it he learned to
manipulate much more than just the shadows...
In recent times, Ciaran was fortunate enough to meet his mother
and sister. He even got to meet Ezra for a brief moment, due to
a strange combination of events. He didn't too much care for the
people who referred to themselves as his "parents." However, he
had grown attached to his sister, and since began teaching her
to tap into her true potential. These things held close to the
mans heart as he searched the galactic innards of his own soul,
until he was soon interrupted. He opened his blood red eyes to
see a mentally and spiritually beaten woman standing at the edge
of the lake. The torment in her soul was absolutely
appetizing... It made his mouth water to sense such a delectible
soul, as he hadn't "eaten" in months... And to make matters even
worse, he had unintentionally caught her in his trap!
The tattoos that covered Ciarans body were an implant by the
Dark Surgeon Genesis. They enhanced Ciarans illusionary
abilities tenfold, affecting not only the light and darkness in
the area, but infecting the mind of one who looked upon them
like a virus. Anything that happened to the trapped person while
caught in his web of illusion happened to their actual body. And
the only way out of the illusionary world, was physical contact
with the Demon himself. The demon would disappear from behind
the waterfall, and appear behind her. However, his image
entirely different. His tattoos no longer visible, grand angel
wings sprouting from his bare back, and his blood red eyes now a
beautiful green color. Despite his dark nature, he was a quite
handsome man.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" His gentle voice would ring from a
couple yards behind her. "You seem disturbed." His demeanor was
calm,and concerned, despite the desire that Ciaran truly felt,
as he still sat beneath the waterfall. It wasn't unlike him to
string a person on for days before finally taking in their soul,
but there was hesitation in his mind in that moment. This wasn't
him any longer. He had sworn off consuming of souls... But then,
whatever this woman was, she was no human... Did that make a
difference? Questions plagued the young Astille, as he watched
the situation before him, unsure of the decision he would make.
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Brina Date: May 17, 2012, 3:32 pm
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A voice behind her, a blink of an eye and the boy had
disappeared. Before she could even register what her body was
doing she had jumped away from the man as though he was a
plague, a surprised scream leaving her lips. Her hands still
covered her mouth muffling the noise, though as she whipped
around she kept her eyes towards the ground. The hood still cast
a shadow over her face, though strands of her long midnight
colored hair snuck past the protection of the hood. Gulping she
stared down at the man’s shoes, not even daring to look up at
his eyes, scared of what she would see. Even now with every
blink his legs would change from that of a man, to that of the
Cheshire.
She quivered softly beneath his stern gaze, her body quaking
from fear. It had been months since she had been spoken to,
never mind approached. When he spoke his voice was deep, unlike
the Cheshire’s which had been surprisingly light and airy. This
man sounded serious whereas the Cat had been kind and inviting.
She shook her head, continuing her rocking motions.
“Disturbed..” She murmured beneath her breath unable to stop her
lips twisting into a small grin. She lifted her head to peek up
at the man again concerned about his change in appearance. Was
it her mind hallucinating once more? She had never hallucinated
something beautiful before though.
Naisha didn’t take time to admire the masculine figure in front
of her; she simply kept her lips twisted in that smile between
sadness and insanity. “And what…what if I am disturbed?” She
said, stuttering softly. Even her voice shook in the man’s
presence another indicator of just how upset he was making her.
The color of her eyes twisted like a stormy sea in her iris as
she looked upon the man for a moment longer before dropping her
gaze once more as his image twisted into something much more
gruesome. Her stomach twisted with sickness at the sight she had
scene, though she no longer vomited from the images- they had
become a part of her life.
“It isn’t like you would do anything.” She challenged, taking
yet another step away. Her muscles were tight though she was
ridiculous in thinking that she could escape this man. Just
because she was skinny did not mean that she was physically fit
in the least. Naisha hardly had any stamina so to speak, so she
certainly couldn’t out run this man in a race. She wouldn’t be
faster, her wings had long ago stopped being able to carry her
weight no matter how delicate she was. Due to the lack of use
the muscles in her wings had grown weak. Weak, just as she was.
If she got in a fight with the towering figure before her, she
was certainly no match to him in strength. Her body screamed at
her to fly away though as was a fairies tendency to do in the
face of danger, though Naisha knew that either way she was
captured and the only chance she had would be to talk her way
out of the situation, not that she was any good with that
either.
She felt a certain darkness to the man’s presence despite the
angelic look of him that she had seen. She hadn’t forgotten
about the eye catching tattoos she had seen on him when she
first encountered the being. Had that all been a trick of her
mind too, however? The smallest of frowns curved her lips as she
took another step backwards, daring another glance up towards
the man. “It isn’t like you could do anything..” She said again
changing the words a bit, her voice cracking as it had the
previous times from lack of use. The boy that had originally
saved her once had disappeared and she was certain there were no
others like him. She didn’t want any others to be like him. It
was a fairies duty in live to save.. not another’s job to save a
fairies.
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Ciaran Date: May 18, 2012, 10:45 am
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Despite being able to alter some of the brains activity, Ciaran
could not read minds. He had no clue what the woman was
thinking, as the seemed to stare blankly at his feet. He could,
however, read souls. He could feel the fear radiating from this
woman. However, unlike the good ole' days, it wasn't because of
him. He had done nothing to instill fear if this woman... Not
yet at least. Before Venus came into his life, he decided on his
next meal by reading the strength of one's soul. A powerful and
vibrant soul was always the most fullfilling. The strength had
long been drained from the soul of this woman, however, it had
been replaced by torment, and distress, which could be equally
tantalizing. Ciaran's real body, which remained invisible to the
woman watched on, as she finally responded to his illusionary
doppelganger. She was partially right.... He couldn't eliminate
the fear in her soul. It was so powerful that it plagued her
mind. Only she could come to terms with it and overcome that
fear. He COULD, however, provide her with the strength necessary
to do that. But why should he?
"Perhaps not, but what kind of person would I be if I didn't at
least try to help?" The angel responded calmly. His voice was
low, and gentle. In the past, Ciaran had used this technique to
lure his prey into a false sense of security. At this moment,
however, he did not know why he was using it. It just seemed the
best thing to do. The girl continued to cower, and while the
Angel standing before her was almost an exact replica of Ciaran,
his red eyes may have been too much for her to handle. Also,
fear wasn't alone in her heart. Something else radiated from her
as well. Shame, perhaps? Was she guilty about her fear? Or was
it something else? Perhaps there was something she had failed to
do? Slowly but surely, curiosity was becoming the predominant
feeling that Ciaran felt, rather than hunger, or bloodlust.
The girl repeated her words once more, and the Angelic clone of
Ciaran offered her a gentle smile. "When was the last time you
had a decent meal?" He asked, all but ignoring her claim that he
would be unable to help her. He knew what he was, and wasn't
capable of. With a snap of his fingers, a small table appeared,
covered with various dishes. The smell of a bakery would waft
through the air as he walked over to the table and picked up a
small bread roll, taking a bite out of it. "You look famished.
Please, help yourself." Anyone to approach at that moment
wouldn't see the Angel, nor the table of goodies. They would
only see the girl, and Ciaran, still under the waterfall. But
while under the influence of Ciarans technique, the food would
be very real to her. If she were to eat it, it would actually
fill her stomach. This was the power of Ciaran's illusions. The
very one's that he was now attempting to teach to his sister.
Ciaran didn't know what to expect in this moment. The woman may
have run away in fear of Ciaran as well as the food he had
produced. However, there was the slightest chance that hunger
may supersede fear, survival instincts kicking in instead. This
was what interested him the most; observing her reaction. He
really wondered if she could be useful. If he could recover
enough of her strength to make her into more than the waste of
skin she currently appeared to be. But in order to discover the
answer, he would first have to establish at least a minimal
amount of trust. At least enough for her to believe that he
wouldn't hurt her. He didn't need to be her friend. Friends were
for the weak. As well as family... But then, everyone had at
least ONE weakness...
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Kovu Date: May 23, 2012, 5:18 pm
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“Help.” She barked out, a cruel grin curving her lips. She had
heard those words before. Crouching she took a few more shuffled
steps backwards, blue eyes on the man though she had momentarily
been thrown back into the past. [b] “Sir..have you seen my
sisters? They look similar to me and..” She paused examining the
welcoming figure from a few feet away. Being an innocent fairy
and never before encountering the cruelty of the world, she
hardly wondered about the sadistic grin on the man’s face or the
dangerous spark in his eyes. “Why my dear I would love to
help..” He purred, stalking closer to her and cutting her off.
“I think I have seen just the lovely woman you talk about..” Joy
had sparked in her eyes and she clapped her hands together
softly, laughing lightly. “Oh thank goodness! Thank you sir!
Would you mind showing me to them?” A brilliant grin curved her
lips as the man stepped directly in front of her. Something
within her body faltered and as she tried to take a step back,
the Cheshire had twisted her with his rough muscular arms and
pinned her to the tree. His golden eyes were the last thing she
remembered before she had been thrown into her mind and
insanity.
She had heard the same words this man promised, though she was
smart now. Naisha didn’t need help, maybe this way of life was
for the best. Then she wouldn’t get manipulated, wouldn’t get
left to decease. Returning her focus on the man, she narrowed
her eyes a bit softly, even shifting them from side to side like
a restless caged animal. Her fingers anxiously tapped against
her upper legs as she tried to calculate an escape route. His
offer snapped her from her inquiry of the land, her wary
attention once more turning back to the man. Though she didn’t
answer him vocally, she couldn’t help but shrug. The appearance
of the table just a few feet to her left caused her to jump and
stumble away with gasp. Again, he had surprised her, at first
appearing behind her and then causing this table to form out of
nowhere. Again she cast him a glare and stayed where she was.
Food no longer interested her, or so she thought. At the smell
her stomach growled audibly causing her cheeks to flush and her
hand to clamp over her stomach. She watched him with shrewd eyes
as he walked to the table, her vision catching his every step.
This was her chance to escape! Again her body quaked, this time
from indecision. The growl of her stomach had triggered an
insatiable hunger. In all truth she couldn’t remember the last
time she had eaten, it was probably a miracle she was still
conscious in all actuality. Cowering she took the smallest step
towards him like an abused puppy that expected to be abused. If
he even so much as moved she would freeze, her eyes never
falling from him.
It took her a few minutes to reach arms length of the table and
at that point she simply stared at the man, a bread roll rested
on the edge of the table. He stood on the other side watching
her just as openly as she did him. Again she took the time to
calculate the possibilities of him attacking her. With another
loud snarl of her stomach she reached out a quivering hand
slowly until her fingers brushed the bread roll. At that point
she was like a viper attacking her prey. She snatched the roll
and leaped backwards, her heart hammering in her chest and her
lungs freezing refusing to take in any air. She expected him to
have gone after her as the Cheshire had but when she looked at
him with wide eyes, he had not moved.
Terse silence passed before she finally took her eyes from the
man and down to the morsel of food she had stolen. Her fingers
trembled so steadily she thought the roll would drop from her
grasp a few times. Taking small nibbles from the piece of food,
she swallowed slowly, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. It
was when she was about half way done with the roll that she
looked down at it, the image changing to that of a dismembered
finger. Shrieking she tossed away the appendage and fell over
onto her butt. She hardly stayed in the vulnerable position for
long, in an instant she was back on her feet staring back at the
strange man again. Naisha had the decency to know well enough
that it hadn’t been him, the hallucination had caught her off
guard. Heavy breaths left her lips, tears sparked her eyes. It
had been such a simple pleasure, eating a roll, and even that
had been taken from her. Not only that but she had made a royal
fool of herself in front of this man.
She stood slowly from her crouched position, biting down on her
bottom lip to keep it from quivering as she thought of her next
words. “T-Thank you..” She said finally, dropping her head to
look at the table of food. She no longer had a raving desire to
eat, no longer had an appetite. In fact, she felt a bit nauseas.
“T-Thank y-you..But I cannot be helped after all.” She mumbled
and even twisted her lips into a smile at the confession before
inching back towards the woods once more. This man before her
must think of her as truly insane now, and would probably call
her a freak and leave. It had been done before, she didn’t
expect anything less.
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Ciaran Date: May 23, 2012, 6:29 pm
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Ciaran's curiosity about this woman only continued to grow as he
observed her. She was an interesting being indeed. Attractive
even, behind the horror that had consumed her features. He had
already concluded that she was no human. But what? He could
think of no species with a nature such as hers, which could
bring him only to one conclusion. It wasn't her nature. The
events of her life had brought her to this condition, and that
ultimately meant that he had nothing to work with. There was,
however, one advantage to the current situation. The more she
backed away from the illusionary projection before her, the
closer she got to the lake, the waterfall, and thus, the real
Ciaran, who sat under the waterfall. This served as fitting to
the creature of uncertain origin, for just before her heel hit
the water, he noticed it.
Two small protrusions from the back of her shirt. Symmetrical on
both sides. "Wings.." He said under his breath. A Fairy? Or an
Angel perhaps? How ironic that he had chosen that particular
image to present to her? A hearty laugh made it's escape from
his lungs, however inaudible to the young fairy, who would need
to touch his flesh in order to free herself from his illusionary
technique. Of course, he would free her on his own eventually,
but not until he obtained more information... His hunger had all
but faded at this point. He wanted something more from this girl
now. A companion? No. She was too broken for that. Beyond full
repair even by he, who could alter the minds of others. Perhaps
a weapon? Or if she proved useless as that, maybe just a source
of entertainment... Surely Venus hadn't shed this one's dark
nature either. But then, what could less than a year do to
change an entire lifetime?
"Don't be afraid" The angel said to the girl, knowing well that
it was outside her control. "I won't hurt you." He even raised
his arms and slowly backed away from the table to ensure that
the girl had safe passage to the table to gather her bread. He
bit at his own piece as he watched her inch her way toward what
was probably her first bit of food in days. He nodded gently as
she finally obtained her bread, and seemed to be enjoying it. It
was at that moment that Ciaran realized, that if he had the
power and the range, he could end Universal hunger with his
ability! He then laughed at himself for having such a pure
hearted thought. Maybe that little brat that called herself his
twin was having an effect on him after all...
As these thoughts haunted Ciaran, he was slightly startled when
terror overtook the womans mind once more, causing her to toss
her roll to the ground, as well as her own body! He found this
amusing, but held back the urge to laugh. She rose to her feet
instantly, however, and the look she offered his doppleganger
was more than recognizable. She expected anger, disgust; but the
angel only offered her a gentle smile. "It's fine." He said,
raising his hand as another roll floated it's way to her. "You
couldn't be full already, could you?" He couldn't be sure
whether or not she would take the roll, but her body language
did insinuate that she intended to escape. For the first time,
embarrassment played on her face. A telltale sign that she
wasn't -completely- broken.
He listened to her words of thanks as she backed away towards
the woods, however, he wasn't satisfied yet. After a lifetime of
mastering mind games, Ciaran was an expert at breaking people,
but he decided in that moment, that he would now use them to try
to repair this girl. He wasn't sure if he could, and if he was
able to, it would probably take weeks, even months, but that was
his decision. "That's where you're wrong, young fairy..." The
voice echoed to her mind, moreso than reach her ears directly.
"I'm probably more capable of helping you than anyone you'll
ever come across." For the first time, the wings of the angel
spread, but he did not fly toward the still nameless fairy. He
simply hovered, the light of the sun illuminating his skin.
"Terror wreaks havoc on your mind." The voice starts, as calm
and gently as ever. "You suffer from nightmares, hallucinations
and even horrifying daydreams." Ciaran had played this game many
times. No one would ever trust one who didn't understand them.
Of course she wouldn't believe he could help her. "I can free
you from the pain of the shadows, but only if you trust me. I
understand your shame. You're supposed to help others, not
accept help from them, but I too, am a creature dedicated to
assisting other lifeforms. Accept my help, and I promise, the
pain will go away..." He had to make himself sound more sure
than he truly was. The slightest hesitation, or doubt in his
voice, and his chance was shot.
Step 1:Establish trust
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Harbinger Date: May 24, 2012, 3:24 am
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Mark Thompson was a strange case, it's hard to look at what he
used to be and look at him now and try and understand what went
wrong. Growing up he lost his mom and dad in a car accident and
was thrown into a foster home. He went from family to family
after that. This started to effect him as he grew up. Acting out
in class, getting in fights, drinking and doing drugs, and
breaking one law after another. At the age of 17 he dropped put
of high school and ran away. From there he got worse. Mark
didn't have a job he turned to robbing people and stores. Not
only that but he was selling drugs to off the street which got
him in trouble with no only the law but other people. He'd fail
to give the drugs or money up to the people he was supposed to
and they started threatening his life. So what did he do? Like a
weasel he packed up what he could which wasn't much and moved on
to some where else. This happened many times, one of the times
he was forced to watch his girl friend and child being killed
right before his eyes. Now his girlfriend was just some street
walker he picked up off the street and fucked her knocking her
up and out came a little boy. He was 22 when he watched them
being killed so that clearly fucked up his mind. He started
hitting the drugs and alcohol even harder now. Finally when he
reached the age of 24 the law finally caught up with him. He had
two choices, go to jail or join the army. He ran to the army
with his tail between his legs. There Mark was whipped up to
shape and was starting to turn into a good trust worthy man.
Mark was really enjoying his stay in the army. Sure it was a lot
of hard work but it kept him out of trouble until that horrible
accident. When he was 27 still serving the army gun fire broke
out late at night. It went on for hours and hours and by morning
there was bodies everywhere. One of the bodies happened to be
Marks. He took two shots to the head but was some how still
alive. The rushed him off with the rest of the leaving and tried
saving each one of them the best they could. Some they lost and
some lived. Mark was one of the ones that lived...well sorta. He
was brain dead and there was no coming back from it. Having no
family back home they didn't know what to do with the poor man.
After about a month Mark was sent off to science for
experiments. There Mark under went hundreds of science
experiments horribly scarring his whole body and face and little
did the doctors know Mark could feel each and every cut, each
and every slice and it was hell. Four years of that, four years
of pain. Something the doctors did one test session they did
something to him. They cured his brain some how bringing Mark
back in a way. He could move his body around like normal, he
could see, hear, taste, and talk. He lost all memory of his past
life but could remember the four years of hell. Mark snapped and
killed each and every single person in this place painfully and
brutally. But how? They had soldiers there and Mark had no fresh
wounds by the end of it. His body and face was still fucked up
though.
Through out all the experiments he was given a few abilities,
one of which was the ability to heal very quickly so he was damn
near impossible to kill. Another ability was being able to take
the form of any living or nonliving thing he wished. Finally he
also some how had the ability to past through any solid object
he wished without a second thought. What the hell did they do to
him over the past four years! His strength, stamina, dexterity,
and agility were amazing. No one other human on this planet
could match him. This all came at a great price though. Mark was
bat shit crazy, his mind was just one big mess, he was totally
unpredictable. Having no memory of who he was or where he came
from he looked through the building looking for any information
about himself. The only thing he found was his name Mark
Thompson. He stood there holding the piece of paper with his
name on it and laughed as loud as he could. "I don't need this
name anymore! Get ready fuckers!!! Here comes Question Mark
bitches!!!" From that day on Question Mark disappeared from the
world for about five years. Only just recently he had been
making a name for himself. He had become a mercenary known all
over the world as one of the best. Question Mark the Mercenary.
That name didn't work in his favor though. With being known as
one of the best mercenaries he was very hard to trust and being
insane didn't help. Gee I think he's doing a job right now,
let's check it out.
"Come on fatter...a little more...come on. Damn it people get
out of the way! I'm trying to kill some one here. Yes! Yes!
Yes!" Question Mark whispered to himself sitting on top of a
building roof top holding a sniper rifle. The sight was aimed at
this big fat man. This man was a big crime lord and another gang
hired Question Mark to take him out. He smirked having a good
shot and squeezed the trigger ever so slightly then pulled it
all the way. 'Click'...'Click...'Click'....'Click Click Click
Click Click Click.' Question Mark pulled the trigger over and
over but nothing happen. "Oh fuck no!" He shouted and checked
the rifle for ammo. Sadly to say but it was empty. "OH GOD DAMN
IT!!!" He slammed the sniper rifle on the roof top many times
holding it by the barrel. To much noise in the streets below to
hear him. "GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKER!!! YOUR MOM IS A WHORE
RIFLE!!! YEAH I TALKED ABOUT YOUR MOTHER!!!" He stopped slamming
the rifle against the roof time hearing a gun shot. Looking down
into the streets he saw his target laying down on the side walk
with a bullet in his head as his shooter was being gunned down
by the gang. "OH COME ON!!!" He threw his rifle off the building
and stormed off. Question Mark wore a gas mask covering his
whole head and face. As for the clothes he wore a black t-shirt
and over that was a trench coat with pink hearts stitched to the
back of it. His legs were covered by a pair of black jeans and
on his feet were combat boots. Don't forget about his hands!!!
Wearing gloves he didn't let an inch of skin be seen which was
understandable because of his fucked up body and face.
Here is Question Mark!!! For those who liked him and want a RP
please message me and we'll RP!!! He's for comic relief and I
wanna see how more serious characters handle him. Can YOU handle
him? CAN YOU!?!?!
P.s. QUESTION MARK WAS HERE!!!!!
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Re: World of Endless Random Events!!!
By: Brina Date: May 26, 2012, 8:50 pm
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Seeing another roll float her way she soundlessly wrapped her
arms around her stomach as an indication that she was, in fact,
no longer hungry. Her eyes had fallen back to the ground at this
point, her stomach roiling at the simply thought of taking
another bite of food. She lifted her eyes as he spoke once more,
her ocean blue gaze meeting his as she thought of what he said.
He spoke of promises, of saving her. Only one other had done
that before, though she hadn’t known whether that had been to
win her heart or to genuinely save her since he too had
disappeared from her life. Had he even ever been real? Her eyes
shifted away from the angelic man to the woods instead, staring
blankly at them trying to recall the face of the stranger she
had once felt an attachment too. No face appeared, no features,
nothing. As though he truly didn’t exist. Had there really been
a time when she had been sane?
She startled as a pair of golden eyes suddenly peered back at
her from the forest. Gasping, she took a step backwards
involuntarily towards the angelic man, though as she blinked her
eyes the cat-like gaze had disappeared. Whipping around to face
the stranger who claimed he could save her, she once more
studied his face as though looking for a sign to see if he had
seen the eyes as well. Instead he kept a keen eye on her causing
her cheeks to feel a slight flush once more, though she didn’t
drop her stare. She cringed away slightly as his wings unfolded,
though she was careful not to step too close to the woods in
fear that the eyes had been real and the Cat would snatch her
away once more. Her eyes squinted lightly from the brightness he
emitted from his body, she hadn’t realized how he had glowed
before though it seemed more prominent now.
Fairy. He knew what she was. He knew her problems though instead
of tossing her to the wolves, he promised to help her. Why? Her
eyes narrowed once more at the man as though he were a first
class criminal. Naisha knew many years ago that her kind had
been bred as healers to warriors. Evil men would suck out their
magic making that man for woman nearly invincible, though in
turn it would drain and eventually weaken the fairy to the point
of death. Fairies could use their magic in a proportioned use,
though huge amounts of energy would weaken them, especially if
they didn’t have a change to refuel. In Nashia’s case she needed
to soak in the moons rays in order to stay strong, something she
hadn’t done in years for fear of the Cheshire finding her
soaking in the moonlight and steal her away once more.
His words once more caused her lip to tremble, a surprise tear
trickled down her cheek in such a sudden motion it caught her
off guard. “It isn’t my fault.. these hallucinations. These
nightmares.” She whispered, starting to rock back and forth once
more, one arm stayed wrapped around her abdomen as though she
would be sick while the other hastily wiped away the tear. “It
was the Cheshire Cat. He..” She stopped then, feeling her
breathing begin to double, her head beginning to feel a bit
light and dizzy. “He took everything from me! He killed innocent
people!” She cried out, feeling more tears slip down her cheeks.
“GOD DAMMIT!” She screamed, bringing up both palms of her hands
and banging them against her temples. “HE KILLED THEM IN FRONT
OF ME!”
Sobs shook her fragile frame and she crouched down towards the
ground, holding her head in her hands. She sat like that for
many moments, her body quaking from the energy use and emotion.
“H-He had some s-sort of force field on m-me and I couldn’t save
them. My sisters...” She groaned, rocking back and forth on her
heels. “Then he left me, in the darkest part of my mind. Left me
to find my own way out or rot.” She whispered, lifting her head
to look up at the nameless stranger. Her hood fell back from her
as she lifted her head and she made no attempt to lift it back
up. Long black hair cascaded from her head though it seemed dull
and limp. Her cheeks were hollow and blue eyes were sunken in
with the help of dark bags beneath her eyes.
Sniffling, she slowly rose, her knees trembling as though they
were unsure they could bear her weight. “Someone once tried to
help me. I think.” She said quietly, her voice cracking a bit
from the lump inside her throat, though she was slowly regaining
her nerves. “But they didn’t…They didn’t..Finish saving me.” Her
eyebrows tilted downwards as though in contemplation for a
moment, her gaze lowering from him for just a second before
returning to the man. “So if you are going to do a task, then
you best complete it..” The woman said boldly despite her
shaking exterior. She couldn’t live like this anymore, she would
die, and even the woman stricken by insanity realized it.
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