Charlie walked trough the long halls of the guild headquarters. It was a very nice building. He imagined how glorious it's collapse would be.
It would make Algon very sad though, so he saved his joy for now. Colored light shone in trough stained glass immages monsters and dark rituals. Charlie couldn't resist smashing a small piece of glass. Someone would fix that, they always do.
He entered the council hall where Algon was discussing something dull with a scout.
"He just up and left?" Algon seemed surprised and annoyed. "I thought Zeref was capable of destroying cities, but he didn't have it in him."
"I think they talked him out of it sire" the scout said as he bowed so deep his forehead rubbed the floor to a shine.
"How disappointing. As for the target, did he survive that 'talk'? " Algon asked absentmindedly as he swirled the wine in his glass.
"Looks like it sire, but your backup plan may still work".
"That's not good enough!"
Algon smashed the glass of wine to the ground dramatically.
"Get me someone who will get the job done!" He then noticed Charlie had entered the room and sat down again.
"That's better, charlie what have you been up to?"
Charlie grinned as he started bragging about how he had found out when Blue Pegasus was on a yearly vacation and he and some guild buddies went over to thrash the place.
"Ah, excellent thinking Charles" Algon smiled, "Surely they'll send out a distress to their friends at fairytail. Then we return and get their best team in our trap"
Charlie looked at Algon with a blank expression. "Ehrm.. yeah, that's exactly what I thought" he lied.
"Make preparations then, take the new-bloods with you. They might learn a thing or two, should they survive." Algon brought his hand up to his face and looked at it.
"Why is my hand empty Malvin?"
A scrawny guy in a waiters costume came running over with a new glass and a bottle of wine.
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There's derek, but he's skipping class and in a car somewhere.
You could roam the halls and meddle with what ashley is doing, like me
You could roam the halls and meddle with what ashley is doing, like me
Fun. I'll be available most of the day as well. Currently up to date on each of the forums and waiting for someone to post something somewhere.
Wendigo Wail Second in Comand
Name: Charlie Clayton
Nickname (Optional): creep
Age: 26
Appearance:
Personality (Optional): Bi-polar. His mind is a roller coaster ride that runs from twisted and creepy to total rampage. This guy is so far of the rails that the concept of rails makes no sense when he is near.
Location of Guild Mark (And Color): large and grass green, on his back.
Likes: Explosions, vandalism, Algon, Jenifer, sweets, bringing down large structures.
The more beautiful and impressive something is, the more fun to tear it down.
Dislikes: Order, people telling him what to do (aside from Algon, whom he trusts completely and blindly), Jenifer, tea, sanity.
Magic (Can be something you created. MAX 2): Self-detonation and rapid regeneration.
He can violently self combust himself into explosions that emit large amounts of fire, lightning and sharp crystals in a devastating shock wave. He himself is immune to the damage caused by this and can control it's strength and radius. The immunity is regeneration based though, he does feel the pain every time.
Companion (Optional):
Outfit: He wears the bleached skull of a Legion (no one knows how he got it) on his head. His clothes are explosion proof.
Other: Algon trusts him 100%, and is the only one.
Charlie doesn't recall his time before he met up with Algon. He thinks he might have been sane at that time, so he never bothered finding out anything in fear of losing his gleefully destructive nature he enjoys.
Name: Charlie Clayton
Nickname (Optional): creep
Age: 26
Appearance:
Personality (Optional): Bi-polar. His mind is a roller coaster ride that runs from twisted and creepy to total rampage. This guy is so far of the rails that the concept of rails makes no sense when he is near.
Location of Guild Mark (And Color): large and grass green, on his back.
Likes: Explosions, vandalism, Algon, Jenifer, sweets, bringing down large structures.
The more beautiful and impressive something is, the more fun to tear it down.
Dislikes: Order, people telling him what to do (aside from Algon, whom he trusts completely and blindly), Jenifer, tea, sanity.
Magic (Can be something you created. MAX 2): Self-detonation and rapid regeneration.
He can violently self combust himself into explosions that emit large amounts of fire, lightning and sharp crystals in a devastating shock wave. He himself is immune to the damage caused by this and can control it's strength and radius. The immunity is regeneration based though, he does feel the pain every time.
Companion (Optional):
Outfit: He wears the bleached skull of a Legion (no one knows how he got it) on his head. His clothes are explosion proof.
Other: Algon trusts him 100%, and is the only one.
Charlie doesn't recall his time before he met up with Algon. He thinks he might have been sane at that time, so he never bothered finding out anything in fear of losing his gleefully destructive nature he enjoys.
So, will we be spreading chaos and mayhem today?
"Pretty good, It's a TV- show and everything now. How are you doing? Working on anything new? I loved Goodbye, Hemingway. "
Casey pretended to raise a glass and quoted.
"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."
Casey looked around. It was a pretty dull party so far. There was music playing but anything worthy of note. The hall felt manufactured, calculated to look as decadent as possible,full of pretty things without actually being pretty as whole.
It made him homesick a little.
He figured the others felt uncomfortable as well, as well as almost everyone in the room probably.
Wesley proved his theory by saying “Not to sound like a downer but I kind of just want these evening to end"
"I'm getting that vibe of a lot of people here." Casey went on without waiting for an answer. He looked around, everyone was smiling and yet no one was smiling.
This bothered him a lot lately, once he started to notice them a year or so ago he'd start to notice it more and more and it was agitating.
"All these fake plastic smiles, surely everyone here sees trough them. If you are going to spend effort and energy in appearing happy and successful, why not spend that energy in actually being happy? It's not that hard."
Casey paused and looked around, found a waiter and called him over.
"I mean, this is the entertainment business, our life is entertaining people, making them feel better right? Why do so many people here have trouble finding happiness for themselves?" Casey went on.
The waiter rushed over, Casey could see the waiter recognized them all.
"You watch my show right? Have you seen my last episode?" Casey quizzed him.
"Yes mr. Tin"
"Well then you know what I am about to order right?"
"I can make an educated guess sir."
"Four glasses of your best guess then!"
Casey turned to the 3 at the table again. None of them looked like they were too exited to be here.
"Are you guys happy?"
Casey pretended to raise a glass and quoted.
"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."
Casey looked around. It was a pretty dull party so far. There was music playing but anything worthy of note. The hall felt manufactured, calculated to look as decadent as possible,full of pretty things without actually being pretty as whole.
It made him homesick a little.
He figured the others felt uncomfortable as well, as well as almost everyone in the room probably.
Wesley proved his theory by saying “Not to sound like a downer but I kind of just want these evening to end"
"I'm getting that vibe of a lot of people here." Casey went on without waiting for an answer. He looked around, everyone was smiling and yet no one was smiling.
This bothered him a lot lately, once he started to notice them a year or so ago he'd start to notice it more and more and it was agitating.
"All these fake plastic smiles, surely everyone here sees trough them. If you are going to spend effort and energy in appearing happy and successful, why not spend that energy in actually being happy? It's not that hard."
Casey paused and looked around, found a waiter and called him over.
"I mean, this is the entertainment business, our life is entertaining people, making them feel better right? Why do so many people here have trouble finding happiness for themselves?" Casey went on.
The waiter rushed over, Casey could see the waiter recognized them all.
"You watch my show right? Have you seen my last episode?" Casey quizzed him.
"Yes mr. Tin"
"Well then you know what I am about to order right?"
"I can make an educated guess sir."
"Four glasses of your best guess then!"
Casey turned to the 3 at the table again. None of them looked like they were too exited to be here.
"Are you guys happy?"
I finish up with these books, let's sneak out of a second.
I open a portal to the underground market, I mean that quite literally. It is on the 4th layer of hell.
I shop around for a while, I'll take a bronze dagger (dipped in the blood of its victim it may sirens and some creatures like them), a silver dagger (werewolves duh), a cold iron dagger (fey, ghosts, demons and some deamons), a bag of salts blessed with unholy magics and a sun-stone.
Expensive shopping list but you can easily afford such things when your dad is the king of the 8th layer.
Portal back and I find myself in the hall when I see one of the girls from my class walking around looking absentmindedly at a piece of paper in her hand.
I sneak up on her and look over he shoulder to read the piece of paper.
Et lupus canini lamia figura, vates sanguis acetabulis
Don't understand a word of that, looks like latin.
"Are we preparing an exorcism lovely?"
I open a portal to the underground market, I mean that quite literally. It is on the 4th layer of hell.
I shop around for a while, I'll take a bronze dagger (dipped in the blood of its victim it may sirens and some creatures like them), a silver dagger (werewolves duh), a cold iron dagger (fey, ghosts, demons and some deamons), a bag of salts blessed with unholy magics and a sun-stone.
Expensive shopping list but you can easily afford such things when your dad is the king of the 8th layer.
Portal back and I find myself in the hall when I see one of the girls from my class walking around looking absentmindedly at a piece of paper in her hand.
I sneak up on her and look over he shoulder to read the piece of paper.
Et lupus canini lamia figura, vates sanguis acetabulis
Don't understand a word of that, looks like latin.
"Are we preparing an exorcism lovely?"
Wendigo Wail Guild leader
Name: Algon Quin
quote: "Why should I be the only one in misery when I can spread the disease?"
Age: 38
Appearance: Think Santa, only thin and muscled, draped in blue and dark purple instead of red and white, black hair and a malicious grin on his face.
Personality (Optional): God-complex, smartest person in the room and damn well knows it. Machiavellian in nature and always frustratingly calm. He is a miserable person who hates himself though, thing is that he hates the rest of the world a lot more. There used to be a single human who could reason with him and prevent him from cutting loose. He had a little sister, she was the only person he wouldn't use magic on. Then one day her husband killed her and he vowed vengeance, created a guild and lashed out to everything and everyone.
Location of Guild Mark (And Color): on the middle of his forehead, it looks as in the picture given.
Likes: To corrupt and bring misery.
He gets his kick out of forcing good people into doing bad things.
Manipulate people out of their comfort zone.
He once got a group of lost adventurers to turn insane and cannibalize each other.
Jenifer.
Dislikes: Drake, heroes, anything orderly or lawful, puppies, cheese, official guilds, everything else.
Magic (Can be something you created. MAX 2): Mind Dragon Slayer. Magics involve illusions, spinning perfect lies, changing a person's mind. Like all dragon slayers he can eat his element to regain health. With this he drains a person of its emotions, If exposed to this often enough it severely damages the psyche. It can be used to turn people insane if given enough time.
Companion (Optional): In the center of his base of operations is a large hall where he holds guild meetings. The massive baroque looking chair he sits upon is a mimic called Jenifer. She's a massive mindless monster that can shape shift. It is controlled by Algon Quin only, it has no mind of its own.
It can take the shape of a large baroque chair,
a chest with large leathery wings that may hold objects that can only be retrieved if Jenifer is in this form,
a stone chamelion (chameleon with frills that look like manes of a lion.)
and a huge double door adorned with gargoyles that when opened holds a portal to any other door in the universe that has a special mark etched into it. Currently there's doors like this hidden in most large towns and every government building.
Outfit: Large felt coat in dark marine, around the edges a purple trimming. Under it an enchanted body armor, looks and feels like thick plate, moves like paper.
Other: This guy is the genuine article. Irredeemable evil with a cherry on top.
Name: Algon Quin
quote: "Why should I be the only one in misery when I can spread the disease?"
Age: 38
Appearance: Think Santa, only thin and muscled, draped in blue and dark purple instead of red and white, black hair and a malicious grin on his face.
Personality (Optional): God-complex, smartest person in the room and damn well knows it. Machiavellian in nature and always frustratingly calm. He is a miserable person who hates himself though, thing is that he hates the rest of the world a lot more. There used to be a single human who could reason with him and prevent him from cutting loose. He had a little sister, she was the only person he wouldn't use magic on. Then one day her husband killed her and he vowed vengeance, created a guild and lashed out to everything and everyone.
Location of Guild Mark (And Color): on the middle of his forehead, it looks as in the picture given.
Likes: To corrupt and bring misery.
He gets his kick out of forcing good people into doing bad things.
Manipulate people out of their comfort zone.
He once got a group of lost adventurers to turn insane and cannibalize each other.
Jenifer.
Dislikes: Drake, heroes, anything orderly or lawful, puppies, cheese, official guilds, everything else.
Magic (Can be something you created. MAX 2): Mind Dragon Slayer. Magics involve illusions, spinning perfect lies, changing a person's mind. Like all dragon slayers he can eat his element to regain health. With this he drains a person of its emotions, If exposed to this often enough it severely damages the psyche. It can be used to turn people insane if given enough time.
Companion (Optional): In the center of his base of operations is a large hall where he holds guild meetings. The massive baroque looking chair he sits upon is a mimic called Jenifer. She's a massive mindless monster that can shape shift. It is controlled by Algon Quin only, it has no mind of its own.
It can take the shape of a large baroque chair,
a chest with large leathery wings that may hold objects that can only be retrieved if Jenifer is in this form,
a stone chamelion (chameleon with frills that look like manes of a lion.)
and a huge double door adorned with gargoyles that when opened holds a portal to any other door in the universe that has a special mark etched into it. Currently there's doors like this hidden in most large towns and every government building.
Outfit: Large felt coat in dark marine, around the edges a purple trimming. Under it an enchanted body armor, looks and feels like thick plate, moves like paper.
Other: This guy is the genuine article. Irredeemable evil with a cherry on top.
I'm working on the bad guys atm, The leader's name is Algon Quin and he's going to be on par with the likes such as Ivan, Makarov, Jellal and Zeref. So we'll need some serious teamwork and a clever plan to take him down. Or this becomes a tragedy :)
The nr. 2 is going to be named Charley Clayton. He's going to be about S-class level methinks.
I'll post it when its done
The nr. 2 is going to be named Charley Clayton. He's going to be about S-class level methinks.
I'll post it when its done
Ciskel's smile disappeared, with a serious face he returned to the air.
"I am going to run some small errands, you find a good quest? Something with a lot at stake."
He said to Ris. He hoped she'd hear him, she'd probably be fuming right now. People who pull this stuff on her don't often get away easy.
"I am going to run some small errands, you find a good quest? Something with a lot at stake."
He said to Ris. He hoped she'd hear him, she'd probably be fuming right now. People who pull this stuff on her don't often get away easy.
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