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Equinox: The New Normal

Kangxian

Pre Equinox


Post Equinox


Appearance Description
Blue skin with orange 'veins' and green dots, grey eyes with just a black pupil (no irises), monstrous right arm with a human looking hand but also with a mantis claw to it. Left arm is like a larger mantis shrimp claw. He wears usually red robes with blue, yellow or purple decals on it, in a peacock manner.

Name
Dian Jue, Courtesy name: Kangxian

Age
27

Sex
Male

Height
175cm

Weight
100kg (prior to Equinox 70kg)

Haircolour
Green (Formerly black)

Personality

When first spoken to, Kangxian would come off to most as having a smooth and almost seductive manner of speech, his voice seems to fit his mannerisms as the man constantly be turning around clad in robes of various kinds, most of them being red with gold on them. His movements are quite fluid, like as if he were in water, just floating about.

The man seems very keen on asking questions and providing answers, even to questions not directed towards him, providing doing so is within his interest ofcourse. The man seems to have a cold and calculating mind even amidst the most dire of circumstances, even when he would bark out commands to those he would find in his company.
He isn't the type to bow to anyone, unless doing so would benefit his cause or that his opponent is beyond him.

When engaged in combat, Kangxian fights both with grace but also with a fierceness and merciless manner, giving his opponents very little time if any to recuperate. Using cheap tricks to win is also not beyond him, but if the moment requires it he will gladly undertake a one on one duel of sorts and not allow anyone else to interfere.

If a foe or ally would try to interupt a fight he wishes to continue then they too may risk getting at the receiving end of his powers. That said, the man is not entirely all about fighting or being unreasonable. He just views himself as an apex predator in a forest, he considers his own capabilities closely as well as that of others. Even if someone has skills far below his, he values determination, dedication and people who follow a code of living, even if said people would be his enemies. And in such cases he won't even allow his allies to end such an enemy, because those who strive for higher grounds are a thing he admires and feel resemblence to.

Trying to get others to see things his way or providing suggestions to allies and foes alike is another thing the man is prone to do. If he finds interest in some particular individual, he will pursue that one until he seizes hold of them or loses interest.

Ability Code Name
Peacock Mantis

ADB Entry (Ability Description)
Aspects of the Peacock mantis shrimp

The mantis shrimp has the quickest punch or move by any animal alive, so it doesn't come as a surprise that this man can punch fast and with devastating effect.

Kangxian's grotesque looking arms are both powerful and quick weapons which he utilizes well to achieve results. When the man strikes using his mantislike appendages, he does it at such speed that it is enough to cause water to boil from the pressure itself, and as if the initial hit wasn't powerful enough, there is usually a second hit caused by a shockwave of just the sheer speed. Meaning that even if the man would miss with a punch, the shockwave could shatter cars, concrete and hurl things caught in it's path a distance depending on the weight of the object or target.

When it comes to defensive properties, his skin is covered by small plates which gives him both resistance to many sorts of damage but also makes it very hard to break his bones and limbs. These plates while small renders the man resistant to all but the most powerful of bullets, which may cause cracks to appear in the plates if let say he is hit by a sniper rifle.

Kangxian has been bestowed with amazing vision, most of it is his ability to zoom in on things far away if need be or to see things which are normally well camoflagued or hidden from most others field of vision. Being able to see well in the dark, heat vision and ultraviolet. He can alter his vision to what best serves his need.

He is also an oddly good swimmer, his turning speed in water is better than his top-speed though. He can also breathe underwater.

Classification
Delta

History

Kangxian is born taiwanese, raised there and educated well in matters of english, history, psychology, philosophy, martial arts, theatrics and more. But the man moved to Vorpool just two years prior to the Equinox incident, seeking a new life and a new life he found, but not the kind he was expecting.

His parents and relatives were left behind in Taiwan, and presumed slain at the first awakening when chaos erupted. Kangxian's relationship with his family wasn't the best, prefering solitude to gather his thoughts and find himself, whom he truly was and what he wanted to do with his life. He had a promising career in martial arts, but due to an accident where he lost his left arm that path was cut short. The young man found himself leaving to Vorpool soon after his injury, finding employment in a library.

Kangxian enjoyed the silence that libraries brought, and to delve into the many history books of the world, written by the winners of wars of the past or not. It was amidst all this knowledge that his views on the world and it's people became warped, changed or altered... whichever word one would prefer.

The young man, cursing his injury for having prevented him from reaching his dreams. He grew bitter and resentful towards others, especially those who didn't appreciate their lives or gifts which they had been given. His own ambition, whilst halted by his injury he came to realize... was still alive. Alive and burning like a firestorm inside of him, just waiting to burst out and engulf things in fire.

If that's what he needed to do, perhaps there would come a time for when he could press forwards...

How he was affected by the Equinox

Kangxian woke up screaming, his vision was strange as if he had been blind all along before. How long had he rested? He didn't know, but the feeling where his left arm had been had been replaced with pain, he could feel as if something was devouring him or growing on him, like a symbiote or a parasite. He didn't know which. He reached for his shirt, tearing it apart looking at his skin at his chest and right arm beginning to become blue, with small streaks of orange and green dots over it.

His right arm began to also ache and distort, the pain causing him to faint and then wake up. He reached out with his right arm and hand, he saw his fingers being distorted and along the arm was now a large mantislike claw attached to it. The young man shook and screamed out, swinging his arm before him as if trying to shake it all off, his mantis-like claw slamming right into the bedroom dresser, the lamp on it, and through the concrete wall and sent a shockwave through the path.

Thankfully there was none living in the direction of that wall, it lead outdoors and he could see the outside how parts of the city was in total chaos. The man then looked to his left, and there was an even larger mantislike claw, which looked more like it was made for punching than grabbing. He clenched his teeth together, this wasn't a dream... how could it be? Kangxian moved over towards the large mirror in his apartment, on barefeet which were now also blue in colour. He could also see small plates on his chest and body, as if he had become some form of crayfish.

Then he saw himself, through his new eyes, the irises were gone, all that existed in his eyes were a grey area with a black pupil. His eyes wandered to his body and arms, to the monster which now appeared in the mirror before him, he reached to his face with his humanoid looking arm feeling it. It felt rougher than before, his entire body felt rougher. But he felt strong. Very strong. The hole in the concrete wall was proof enough that he wasn't wrong.

He pulled his both arms back before slamming them forwards, it sent the wall crumbling down and the shockwave sent all manner of debris flying all over the close vicinity, some of the concrete landing on a nearby car, causing it's alarm to go off. The young man came to realize then that this curse wasn't a curse at all... but a gift. A power. And powers were meant to be used.

He knew just the right way to use them.

Favorite Quote
"There is a tree in the garden, and on it there is a cicada. This cicada perches up there, chirping away and drinking the dew, not knowing that there is a praying mantis behind it."

Equinox: The New Normal

Kangxian

Appearance Description
Blue skin with orange 'veins' and green dots, grey eyes with just a black pupil (no irises), monstrous right arm with a human looking hand but also with a mantis claw to it. Left arm is like a larger mantis shrimp claw. He wears usually red robes with blue, yellow or purple decals on it, in a peacock manner.

Name
Dian Jue, Courtesy name: Kangxian

Age
27

Sex
Male

Height
175cm

Weight
100kg (prior to Equinox 70kg)

Haircolour
Green (Formerly black)

Personality

When first spoken to, Kangxian would come off to most as having a smooth and almost seductive manner of speech, his voice seems to fit his mannerisms as the man constantly be turning around clad in robes of various kinds, most of them being red with gold on them. His movements are quite fluid, like as if he were in water, just floating about.

The man seems very keen on asking questions and providing answers, even to questions not directed towards him, providing doing so is within his interest ofcourse. The man seems to have a cold and calculating mind even amidst the most dire of circumstances, even when he would bark out commands to those he would find in his company.
He isn't the type to bow to anyone, unless doing so would benefit his cause or that his opponent is beyond him.

When engaged in combat, Kangxian fights both with grace but also with a fierceness and merciless manner, giving his opponents very little time if any to recuperate. Using cheap tricks to win is also not beyond him, but if the moment requires it he will gladly undertake a one on one duel of sorts and not allow anyone else to interfere.

If a foe or ally would try to interupt a fight he wishes to continue then they too may risk getting at the receiving end of his powers. That said, the man is not entirely all about fighting or being unreasonable. He just views himself as an apex predator in a forest, he considers his own capabilities closely as well as that of others. Even if someone has skills far below his, he values determination, dedication and people who follow a code of living, even if said people would be his enemies. And in such cases he won't even allow his allies to end such an enemy, because those who strive for higher grounds are a thing he admires and feel resemblence to.

Trying to get others to see things his way or providing suggestions to allies and foes alike is another thing the man is prone to do. If he finds interest in some particular individual, he will pursue that one until he seizes hold of them or loses interest.

Ability Code Name
Peacock Mantis

ADB Entry (Ability Description)
Aspects of the Peacock mantis shrimp

The mantis shrimp has the quickest punch or move by any animal alive, so it doesn't come as a surprise that this man can punch fast and with devastating effect.

Kangxian's grotesque looking arms are both powerful and quick weapons which he utilizes well to achieve results. When the man strikes using his mantislike appendages, he does it at such speed that it is enough to cause water to boil from the pressure itself, and as if the initial hit wasn't powerful enough, there is usually a second hit caused by a shockwave of just the sheer speed. Meaning that even if the man would miss with a punch, the shockwave could shatter cars, concrete and hurl things caught in it's path a distance depending on the weight of the object or target.

When it comes to defensive properties, his skin is covered by small plates which gives him both resistance to many sorts of damage but also makes it very hard to break his bones and limbs. These plates while small renders the man resistant to all but the most powerful of bullets, which may cause cracks to appear in the plates if let say he is hit by a sniper rifle.

Kangxian has been bestowed with amazing vision, most of it is his ability to zoom in on things far away if need be or to see things which are normally well camoflagued or hidden from most others field of vision. Being able to see well in the dark, heat vision and ultraviolet. He can alter his vision to what best serves his need.

He is also an oddly good swimmer, his turning speed in water is better than his top-speed though. He can also breathe underwater.

Classification
Delta

History

Kangxian is born taiwanese, raised there and educated well in matters of english, history, psychology, philosophy, martial arts, theatrics and more. But the man moved to Vorpool just two years prior to the Equinox incident, seeking a new life and a new life he found, but not the kind he was expecting.

His parents and relatives were left behind in Taiwan, and presumed slain at the first awakening when chaos erupted. Kangxian's relationship with his family wasn't the best, prefering solitude to gather his thoughts and find himself, whom he truly was and what he wanted to do with his life. He had a promising career in martial arts, but due to an accident where he lost his left arm that path was cut short. The young man found himself leaving to Vorpool soon after his injury, finding employment in a library.

Kangxian enjoyed the silence that libraries brought, and to delve into the many history books of the world, written by the winners of wars of the past or not. It was amidst all this knowledge that his views on the world and it's people became warped, changed or altered... whichever word one would prefer.

The young man, cursing his injury for having prevented him from reaching his dreams. He grew bitter and resentful towards others, especially those who didn't appreciate their lives or gifts which they had been given. His own ambition, whilst halted by his injury he came to realize... was still alive. Alive and burning like a firestorm inside of him, just waiting to burst out and engulf things in fire.

If that's what he needed to do, perhaps there would come a time for when he could press forwards...

How he was affected by the Equinox

Kangxian woke up screaming, his vision was strange as if he had been blind all along before. How long had he rested? He didn't know, but the feeling where his left arm had been had been replaced with pain, he could feel as if something was devouring him or growing on him, like a symbiote or a parasite. He didn't know which. He reached for his shirt, tearing it apart looking at his skin at his chest and right arm beginning to become blue, with small streaks of orange and green dots over it.

His right arm began to also ache and distort, the pain causing him to faint and then wake up. He reached out with his right arm and hand, he saw his fingers being distorted and along the arm was now a large mantislike claw attached to it. The young man shook and screamed out, swinging his arm before him as if trying to shake it all off, his mantis-like claw slamming right into the bedroom dresser, the lamp on it, and through the concrete wall and sent a shockwave through the path.

Thankfully there was none living in the direction of that wall, it lead outdoors and he could see the outside how parts of the city was in total chaos. The man then looked to his left, and there was an even larger mantislike claw, which looked more like it was made for punching than grabbing. He clenched his teeth together, this wasn't a dream... how could it be? Kangxian moved over towards the large mirror in his apartment, on barefeet which were now also blue in colour. He could also see small plates on his chest and body, as if he had become some form of crayfish.

Then he saw himself, through his new eyes, the irises were gone, all that existed in his eyes were a grey area with a black pupil. His eyes wandered to his body and arms, to the monster which now appeared in the mirror before him, he reached to his face with his humanoid looking arm feeling it. It felt rougher than before, his entire body felt rougher. But he felt strong. Very strong. The hole in the concrete wall was proof enough that he wasn't wrong.

He pulled his both arms back before slamming them forwards, it sent the wall crumbling down and the shockwave sent all manner of debris flying all over the close vicinity, some of the concrete landing on a nearby car, causing it's alarm to go off. The young man came to realize then that this curse wasn't a curse at all... but a gift. A power. And powers were meant to be used.

He knew just the right way to use them.

Favorite Quote
"There is a tree in the garden, and on it there is a cicada. This cicada perches up there, chirping away and drinking the dew, not knowing that there is a praying mantis behind it."

Avalia

Terneus Andros

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Hall

'That's right... look upon my elegance, you inferior creatures...' He thought and allowed a soft grin under his mask, feeling the various people turning to look at his approach. a man came up to him with a bowl cut-up pieces of paper.

"What's this? Do you want something signed?" Terneus raised a noble brow under his mask, his hand went for a gold decorated feather pen before realizing to his horror this wasn't an adoring fan at all, but a lowlife seeking to have HIM dance with who knows what. The very idea was appalling to him, yet with so many eyes on him, he could feel the pressure. Damn it, how could he end up in this position? "Don't you 'Hey' me... An icebreaker? Fine..." He said in a swift manner, reaching to take a paper. The elf could after all feign being too busy to dance and make someone else look bad. Commander Feldrin also took a piece of paper, before going close enough to his lord to say in a hushed manner.

"My lord, you may be able to find someone able to track those down those who caused your injury..." Feldrin adviced, nodding his head to the piece of paper in Terneus hand. Terneus looked over the paper, and whilst the elf's face was obscured by a full mask, Feldrin knew that the ever so graceful governor was not pleased. The governor threw a glance to an elf leaning against a nearby pillar momentarily, before proceeding deeper into the hall. In the near distance he could spot what looked like a feline-demi-human and a centaur. He briefly took his mask away, bringing up a napkin to his nose and mouth. "Commander, when did this place turn into a barn?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his scar clearly visible for a moment, the thread still attached to it. Then he put on the mask quickly again as he noticed, Commander Dreadclaw in the distance. He would -not- allow that man to gloat on his misfortune, the very idea made him almost want to throw up. It made him ill within. The elf strode past the various others chit chatting in the middle of -his- path. Two elves by the looks of it. The governor merely softly pushed them aside.

It was then that the governor heard and saw someone. An elven man was grabbing his spotlight! The nerve. The elf introduced himself as Vaeril, and that he was the host of the grand ball. The governor couldn't pinpoint who this elf was, he knew not this elven man. He wasn't part of the sun elven people he governed over, was he a moon elf? 'How dare he take advantage of my radiance to make it reflect unto him....' The elf gritted his teeth under his mask. Could this elven man before him be new nobility? New nobility having risen during Aklenroth's rule? Impossible.. the dark elves would never allow a non-dark elf to host this big of an event. It would reduce them as figures of power. The governor grew quiet and pondersome, before he realized that he needed to find himself a good seat where he could be admired from. While looking around it, hushed voices drew his attention as a large section of the ballroom grew quiet.

Terneus felt fear, like a chill up his spine. What in the world was going on. He heard an elderly fairy say a name in a hushed manner. Queen Camellia. The light elven governor raised an eyebrow. 'Queen Camellia? I remember this name... but she is..?' The elf turned fully to look upon who it was that was treading into the large room. It was as if he had been struck by lightning, there was someone here on an equal footing like himself in jewelry and regality. 'Impossible... this is... a statment... a coup?' The elf's eyes grew wide, he could feel sweat falling down the side of his face, his blue eyes focusing on the feminine figure he saw before him. It took all of the elf's will reach for his mirror, to look at himself. He allowed as soft sigh to escape from his lips, he was still the most prefered choice according to him. But Terneus seemed to recall in the back of his mind that Queen Camellia of the fairies died years ago, it couldn't be her. The person also seemed far too young, in both movement and form.

Now came the question, what should he do? This was an opportunity to grab admiration from people, if he could dance with her then he would be the talk for months to come. The very idea made the elf feel like he had miniature fairies in his belly. But he also became worried, what if this indeed were a coup of some kind? He could be implicated and they could possibly even hold him responsible... he'd rather see the entire ballroom hang than giving that Commander Dreadclaw the pleasure of putting him to death. The governor decided to play it safe for now and watch. If the crowd and host were fine with her presence he would make sure he would be the one to dance with her. Despite her obvious inferiority to his magnificent race, she was still royalty no doubt and thus glorious gossip material.

Baraian Paladice

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Hall

Baraian quietly took the cut-up pieces of paper from the bowl provided, that which would determine dancing partners. He didn't like dancing at all, normally most dark elves highly disliked it as far as he knew. His gaze fell down on the pieces of paper. 'Eight and seven...' So whomever he was going to end up dancing with would also have drawn these numbers.

That's when an announcement caught his attention, it wasn't Aklenroth, it was far worse. It was that arrogant light elven governor. Baraian gritted his teeth and slid to the side, the least he needed was to be in that elven man's presence. To him, that elf represented everything wrong with the world, he wasn't any better than the dark elves he knew from young age or those who had sold their souls to the lich king. This elf had to not only be destroyed later, he would have to be destroyed in a poetic manner. Cast down into the darkness and then ended.

But even so. Surely Terneus Andros also despised Aklenroth deep inside, but the spineless elf as he was would likely never dare take up arms against him until he would be weakened or even removed. That elf was a opportunistic sloth, an ambitious bigot and a parasitic plague on the world alltogether. The dark elf shook his head softly, there was no use thinking ill of the elf, that wouldn't harm him. Despite how powerful the governor may have been in magical power, Kuroi had managed to wound him to such a degree the elf was no doubt more borderline insane now than ever. But it had come at a cost, both himself and Kuroi had gotten wounded and that demented elf had heard the name 'Ra Monde'. The dark elf came to worry if he would have told the authorities about this find, if he had then it would surely be only a matter of time before their sanctuary would be found.

'The little miss has to be here somewhere... that centaur over there could be Regulus. I really have to talk with him later about his part in the attack on that governor...' Baraian thought and looked around, sneaking around the walls of the ballroom, making sure to not be located close to the middle. As that's where the generally more famous and wealthy would likely be found.

Then he heard the voice of an elf, which seemed to be the host of the ball himself, introduce himself and welcome all to the event. Baraian didn't recognize him as a local elf, but then again... it wouldn't be too strange if he came from any of the area around Roshmi. Elves tended to stick to their own ilk, or that's the impression he had gotten himself. A small figure scurried past him with a fox mask and a fluffy looking attire in the direction of the tables holding all the fine food and drinks. 'A child?' His red cold eyes followed the figure until he vanished behind some others. 'Eat, drink and get married for tomorrow you'll... Ah no matter...' He softly sighed, turning to look behind him as some people began to speak in a hushed tone. Into the room came a finely dressed fairy woman, accompanied by two others. The dark elf stood still, as if trying to pinpoint what were so special about her, aside from her elengant dress ofcourse. The hushed whispers began to speak of a queen. How odd. He didn't recall anything about a queen, a queen of what? The fairies? This might be a possible ally, this fairy woman. Providing she isn't taken by the guards later. He would have to seek her out. There was also possible that this was a trap set by the royalists to capture rebels. He weighed the options and decided it would be worth the risk. His allies might also be able to recognize him with his golden skull mask on.

Zelginn

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Hall

Zelginn approached the table on light feet, sneaking under them and then popping up on one side of a table, grabbing unto the table with one clawed hand and pocketing various sausages, chicken legs, dried fish and various other kinds of delecacies. It was times like this he wished he could have tranformed and just gulped down the entire table, especially the meaty parts. That or have a few extra hands for pocketing things with. He swiftly raised his mask so that it attached itself at his head and began stuffing his mouth full of all manner of meat, even mistaking a piece of carrot for a sausage, causing the small figure to cough and spit it out under the table.

This was almost as good as causing chaos, at least it felt tasty in his mouth. Raw food, roasted, cooked... it didn't really matter! But the small figure soon found out more had seen the goodies which he were in the middle of stuffing his mouth full with. Some woman with a long fine dress approached, she were covered in flowery details on both her dress and mask. But Zelginn knew this type. It was a food rival. He wrinkled his nose, which was now partly covered in jell-o. 'Aww not now, go away you dumb vegetable head.' He thought before greeting the approaching woman (Sakura). "Here for the food mm?" He swallowed down another piece of chicken, licking the bne clean soon after before sticking it into a nearby potted plant. As a half-effort way of hiding the evidence.

"Didn't your father ever tell ya, a lady needs to think of her weight? But here you could still drink." The small figure reached over to pour up a highly alcoholic drink to the approaching woman in one of the nearby, presumedly clean glasses.

Then he made note of a odd looking fairy at an adjacent table, filling up some glasses with drinks, he was being flanked from all sides now. Even if he wasn't interested in the drinks, this meant he had to eat alot quicker or there wouldn't be anything left for him!

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi->Roshmi Hall (Outside on balcony)

The moth fairy leaned his head and chin into one of his hands, looking at all the various beings ascending the stairs leading into the grand hall. Some in particular stood out, one was a clearly elven man accompanied by what seemed to be a servant and holding unto some weird device. There was also a very impressively shapened elven woman in a very elegant dress which also caught his attention, he had to find that one later for a closer look. Then he saw something which he could only describe as a flashback, to a drawing his mother had made years ago of the old fairy queen. A fairy woman was ascending the stairs clad in such a dress, and flanked by two others who were slightly behind her. This had to be Risa. As the old queen had died, this was known even to he whom dwelled in the forest.

'Oh? What in the world are you doing, Risa? Are you trying to get yourself captured? My my... and I suppose you are bringing that witless vulpine and the fieryheaded disappointment with you...' He softly sighed and leaned back abit from where he sat. 'I guess I have no choice now but to make sure you'll get out of there alive. This is a trap and you are walking right into it, my mentor always warned me not to walk into others area of control... rather lead them to yours. What to do now though... is the question...' He threw a glance up to the highest located balcony of the building, which was lit by a few colourful braziers of fire.

'If the stakes are high, so must you also be... to keep up.' He thought to himself, standing up from his location at a nearby roof, looking up towards the balcony far above, before darting off into flight up towards it. Standing guard at the balcony was a finely dressed dark elven man, with a halberd and helmet. His facial expression laid back, if not even abit bored. A soft breeze in the wind caused the elf to turn to look away from the inside of the building to the outer, close to the railing.

Then he looked slightly upwards, hovering upside down was a dark winged fairy with golden eyes and a slight smile on his lips, the light from the brazier reflecting in his eyes and his white teeth. The dark elf twitched as if he had been close on falling asleep, blinking once to make certain he was seeing this right. That's when he opened his mouth to speak, and found himself having a red apple shoved into his mouth forcefully and the dark winged fairy grabbed him by the tabard he wore.

"An apple a day, by your favorite fey." He said calmly, pulling the dark elf violently against the railing, causing the heavier upper part of the dark elf's body to topple over and fall towards the grass and bushery far below, landing with a minor crushing sound. The apple prevented any scream or sound, being a perfect tool for muffling it seems.

"Flying and being grounded... who'd knew you could do both?" Elthrael mused softly, looking down to the fallen dark elf who had landed in the middle of some thick bushes.

The fairy realized that the balcony offered a slight glimse of the grand ball itself and those attending to it, though he had to lean abit in order to properly see. He however had no intention to enter the place unless he truly had to, for now he found it far better to sit or stand close to the side of the balcony, using his wings as a temporary cover to camoflague himself against the outer wall.

Children of the Zodiac (Open)

Allrighty! That makes things alot easier for me! Thanks!

Children of the Zodiac (Open)

Great! Any prefered age on the characters?

Edit: Also are they suppose to come from Earth? Can they be of fantasy races? Is this medieval or modern fantasy?

Children of the Zodiac (Open)

I'm interested in this and would like to have Cancer zodiac sign.

Avalia

Baraian Paladice

Time: Late afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Ball

The night at the rooftop with Kuroi had passed without incident, and early the morning after Baraian set off to Ra Monde. With or without Kuroi. He had to find a healer and also find Regulus to berate for his blunt actions, though in private and not openly. As morale of the Golden Death were more important than punishing a member who put them all in danger by stepping in to aid Ilan.

Though soon the dark elf realized there was no time, he had to first have his wounds tended to and later arrange for that upcoming grand ball. The elf had spent what felt like an eternity in the healing section of Ra Monde, the fairy healer had managed to close his wound and easen the stinging pain. The dark elf was determined to not lie idly by however to recover completely, he knew he had to be at that ball to support his fellow members but also the possibility of a coup in the place by other cells which he were unaware of.

Baraian knew that all did not know of Ra Monde, nor of Golden Death. Especially if they were human and newly arrived to Avalia. He knew that the ball would be a very dangerous place, as it would have the higher ups in Aklenroth's kingdom present. Demons. Dark elves. Orcs and all manner of others who had been in search of fortune at the expense of the realm. Baraian had gotten aid in dressing in a fully brown coat with some soft peach coloured shirt under it, a full faced golden skull mask on his face. He had left his weapons behind.

It didn't take long for him to find himself before the entrance to the place where the grand ball would be held. His eyes wandered up to the towering building, which implied just how small and insignificant a person truly were in such a place. Despite it all he knew he had to play his part, he had waited for too long to stop now. The wheel was already in motion, there was no way to stop it now.He made his way up the long stairs and towards the gatekeepers who allowed him passage inside of the grand hall. People had been starting to gather up.

His steps were graceful looking, although he still felt weak from his injury, his arm shaking in a shivering manner.

'So this is the grand ball? All these masks and wealthy people, who strive to reach even higher in their endless pursuit for something out of reach.'

The dark elf came to think about the order... Golden Death. What it truly meant to him. He could feel the hatred starting to fill him up, like a whirlpool sucking a ship into it. It wouldn't be long now until the beginning of the end. End to the tyrant and everything...

He wanted to let out a chuckle, no even a cruel laugh. Soon his dream would finally come true… The dark elf passed by the disguised Umber, the very form of the elf beaming with sheer hate.

Terneus Andros

Time: Late afternoon
Location: Grand ball

It was with angry but nontheless noble steps that the governor began to make his way up the stairs, there was something about walking up and down stairs that he found pleasant. Walking up them made him feel like he ascended even further into godhood and graces, yet descending down stairs would be like a god showing themselves before the common filthy peasants.

Both of these would certainly make the very sight of him seem divine. Terneus was clad in white silk garments and green details and puffy arms, his face fully covered by a stunningly beautiful and old elven mask. Likely taken as a spoil from the war or from a rival nobles treasury. The governor couldn't quite remember all the minor details about all those who tried to stop his rightious ascension. He held his head high as he finally came to the top of the stairs, his second in command Feldrin was right behind him clad in fully black coat and just looking plain in comparison. This was not an issue to Terneus, as all eyes were meant to be upon his regal attire and grandeur. Even if his face had been scarred...

There was not a moment passing in which the elf didn't think of his face, how fair it had looked for all those hundred of years, during all his hardships and struggles... and had now been defiled by some beast! The elf bit his teeth together and tightened his fists as he passed by the dark elven guards, as if they were not even worth to look at. They were after all filthy outcasts and lesser creatures compared to him.

'Behold all who dwell in Avalia, behond my radiance...' He thought as he took a deep breath, letting the size of the ballroom sink in. This hall was truly grand and sufficient to house someone of his stature. Even if it was in such a filthy beast-ridden city overall. He began to ponder if there was a way to clean it up and misplace the populace. Perhaps fill it with elves instead? The governor looked to Feldrin and coughed into his hand softly, reminding the commander of something he had been told of before.

"Introducing his elegance, Lord Terneus Andros, governor of the light elves, loyal subject of his royal majesty Aklenroth Grimuth, ruler of Avalia. Long live the king!" Feldrin said out in a loud voice to announce Terneus arrival in a manner the governor found pleasing. Terneus waved softly with his right in a soft flickering fashion, his other hand located by his waist as he held unto it, the side-cape he wore over the same shoulder displaying his family sigil. Around his neck a fourhundred and seventy old necklace of finest gems and gold, on each of his fingers a different gem so that his peers would know of his wealth and varied taste. Or so he would have liked them to think. The elf could feel how eyes would begin to wander to him, and it filled him with pride. Even if he was crudely scarred, he would not let them see how much it irked him. How he hated the fact! The elf began to walk in a straight line in towards the finer sections of the ballroom, where he knew that he could easily be seen and gazed upon. Like a god revealing itself to it's subjects, that's how he viewed it.

Zelginn

Time: Late afternoon
Location: The grand ball

It was on quick and light feet that Zelginn moved up the stairs, he had his usual attire which consisted of some fine furs, but now with his mask pulled down before his face. He strolled up to the guards by the entrance.

"Good evening!" He said in a cheery manner, before one of the guards picked him up at the back of his collar, lifting him up. "No children without parents allowed. Get lost." The guard tossed him out, causing him to land on his rear.

"Oof! You lumbering oaf!" He cursed and snarled as he threw a glance up to a balcony very high up, the small figure couldn't help but smirk under his mask as he discreetly snuck off to the side of the large building. Pressing his feet against the ground before leaping up into the air towards the building, grabbing unto a small part of the building wall sticking out, then climbing up on it. Pressing his feet against it and lunging up towards his destination, and after some climbing and jumping he managed to reach it.

"Aha. Looks like you have a breach in your security..." *he raised his mask and stuck out his tongue and pulled the underside of one of his eyes with a finger. "Idiots."

The small figure began to traverse along the long corridors and railing of the upper floors, looking down to the large amount of people within the hall. "Sheesh.. that's sure alot of dumb people here..." He said aloud to himself, as his eyes scanned for his target. And sure enough he found it. Located on large tables in one corners of the large hall were the food section. Meat and drinks in plenty. Zelginn spent very little if any thought at all to restrain himself and quickly began to traverse the stairs and moving towards the tables holding all that rich folks food. He ducked behind a vase, then behind a fat woman... and then behind a potted plant. The food wouldn't see him coming, but the guards just might.

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Time: Late afternoon
Location: Outside of the grand ball building, located on the roof of a nearby building, sitting with his legs crossed over the edge of it.


'A double edged trap this is, I don't have to be in the forest to know a trap when I see one. This so called rebellion may fail before it even begins, if only they had an ounce of wisdom and patience. What a disappointment you turned out to be... Elsea.' The moth fairy shook his head softly, the wind blowing in his long white hair, his golden eyes looking down to all the manner of people entering the large building from which the ball were being hosted within.

'What use it there is dethroning a king if you have not a proper replacement for him? This is just going to turn into a cluster of wars if he is ended, people are going to try to eat oneanother. Elves. Fairies. Demi-humans. Dark elves. Orcs... and humans. What is worse than this order? Chaos. Utter and sheer chaos. Unpredictable and dangerous for all involved.' The fairy softly sighed, and looked at the palm of his hand.

'I will wait Risa, for you to understand the only hope the fairy kingdom have is if you join with me. With my power and your connections we may bring order to the coming disorder. Once you and your friends are captive will you realize how wrong you were, and perhaps the only way to awaken you is to make your friends disappear forever. If you refuse I suppose the wretched lich will keep on ruling... what a shame.' Elthrael began to softly laugh atop of the building he sat on, looking down at the various carriages and dressed up people below.

'But what can one do against all these bad odds, but to wait for a more opportune moment to strike...' He tapped his cheek with a finger.

Avalia

Terneus Andros

Time: 2 days Before the ball
Place: Infirmary

It was a fine wine sold back in the day when the dark elves first were exiled, that now found itself in full flight before crashing into the formerly pristine wall in the infirmary. The pieces of glass flying across the nearby surroundings and covering the floor, the red wine flowing down the wall. The generous, gracious and always levelheaded, Lord Terneus Andros, the governor of the light elves had just been read the news by one of his knights. The elf had resorted to spewing said wine already in his mouth straight into the knight's face on hearing that, the sun elven governor not only had been attacked but wounded. Terneus whom was known to have a colourful personality took the news well.

"Wounded?! Me?! I'll never hear the end of this!" The elf cried out, throwing a wineglass towards the closest knight standing on guard.

"M-my lord, the healer said you should not get upset it will make the stitches-" One of the knights spoke up, against the better judgement of his commander also being present.

"Upset?! Do you think I am upset?! I am fuming!" The elf spit and grit his teeth, sliding his legs to the side of the bed, standing up on unsteady feet his chest bandaged and so was half of his face covering his one eye. The other eye seemed abit bloodshot and as if darting for someone to blame.

"Lord Andros." The commander, Feldrin addressed him.

"What?!" He yelled out in clear agitation, his hands twitching as if wanting to throw something or strangle someone, the ever so understanding governor chose to grab the closest knight across the face and press him up against the nearest wall.

"Even the most respected and powerful can be scarred, it's a matter of how you take being..." The commander stopped mid-sentence on noticing his lord dropping the knight down from the wall and instead with shaking hands reached up to his face.

"My lord, I wouldn't-" Another knight in the room, closer to the doorway began to add when he was shushed by Feldrin.

"Scarred? My face...?" The governor reached for the bandage and began to undo it, as he went over to look in the mirror so neatly placed into the room. Of all being in Avalia, few were those who could face the truth as calmly and in such a dignified manner as the elven governor...

"My face.. my beautiful face..." He said softly, reaching up to the sticked up line going from the underside of his jaw all the way up his face before ending just above his one eye. The eye was still intact but there were so many stitches and only so much patience. The elf's fingers began to caress the stitched line softly, feeling how it would sting on contact.

"Ahaha? My noble cheek.. my perfect.. jawline... my divine grace... It's been ruined!" The elf finally snapped and kicked with full force into the mirror with his armored boot, pieces of the mirror flying across the floor. He could feel the heat boiling over inside of him, how his face became more and more strained and red until he was snapped back to the sound of a slight pop. Like a string breaking off. One of the stitched parts broke off and the elf recoiled.

"Why you... I will boil them alive! I will feast on their wretched- What are you looking at?!" He said in clear agitation to the knight by the doorway, before approaching to slap him across the face. "Watch the damned door..." He said through gritted teeth, his attention snapping to Feldrin.

"My lord Andros, there is a ball to be held in the city. We suspect these rebels may be drawn to it. I would suggest that we-" The commander was skillfully interupted by his superior.

"A ball? Yes, that's... yes.. we shall find the ones who did this to me, or find someone that can take the blame. Yes... yes.. I will have my honor... my fame restored... once I'll capture them and burn them on the stake. Bring me my outfit from the carriage... my good one... and bring a mask, I cannot be seen like this." The elf began to caress his own face, momentarily becoming oblivious to the people around him, as if they didn't really exist.

The day of the ball.

Time: Late afternoon
Place: Infirmary (A change-room)

It took the elf a long time to mirror himself with his ball attire, the white and overly fashionable details to it was surely going to wipe out any other opposition to the most graceful attire. But even in such an attire, the elf was displeased for the most important part for his attire had been stained. His face. His beautiful spotless face. The white and gold full face porcelain mask came to cover it well. His injury. His unforgivable shame. When his father had failed to bring victory to his kind, or when his younger brother defected to the dark elves. Both of these things were minor in comparison to thew damage done to his visage.

"Commander Feldrin... tell me, don't I look splendid? Don't I look marvelous and unmatched under the heavens? Have you ever seen anyone wear such pure grace in a manner such as I?" The elf said in a more pleased tone, the longer he found himself looking at the mirror-image of himself now with a mask on.

"You have never looked better my lord." The commander said, biting together an urge to smile. Even if for a brief moment, such an action could have costed him not only his job but possibly also his life.

"Yes.. yes.. a true noble amongst the elves. The -only- noble among the elves. Of all the elves, only I have the grace, the great intellect and the good hand with the people to make things work for us..." He said softly, admiring his outfit especially around his waist which was making his chest seem more muscular than it actually was due to all the details and medals covering it.

The elf took a few more moments to admire himself, for who knew when he would see an elf of this beauty again. "Commander get your attire as you are going to come with me, the rest of you idiots are going to make amends by watching over the wounded idiots." The governor said in a snarling manner.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Time: Night
Place: Tavern

The winter fairy had replied swiftly, claiming that his reason for being so far south was one of sightseeing and recuperation. While the need to rest ones body and mind was known to Elthrael, he found the winter fairy's words strange. The city would burn down? If this winter fairy had such foresight, then he was truly worth looking further into. Most would have expected that the dark elves would qwell any uprising and trouble without having to light the city on fire. But if the price for burning a single city could stop a possible rebellion during it early stages, then it would certainly be worth it to a particular lich king.

"Oh things have indeed gotten dangerous, more than usual at least. If you came here for aid, theres only one person here that can help you and you are talking with him. Oh if my words are enough to entice your company, be it truly worth to have them about? Hm? Sooner or later someones gonna snap." He said in an amused manner, his teeth showing as he looked over to Belle and Elleta.

"Cool off? Oh we'll all be getting there eventually. I always find interest in people of rare talents, providing they have the mind to go with it. Sadly there are also... disappointments." He smiled softly and nodded his head in Belle's and Elleta's direction, not putting his gaze on Torvi for even a moment.

"As for you girls, you hear my words plain and clear, but understand so little why I use them the way I do. An assessment if you are worthy or not, the moment you shown me your little temper was the moment I lost interest. So sorry to tell you, I don't want you." He chuckled softly in an amused manner, he allowed one of his hands to rest on his lap.

The other woman, the taller one had been about as hotheaded as the one with the light blue hair. "Handle you with amas? Oh you are a lady from -those- kind of districts. I see, I have no interest in a public towel. The only similarity of a cake and you is that you look sweet but also contain so much fat." He gave a wide grin, as he tilted his head to the side. His voice not aggressive, but rather amused mixed with a slight bit of disappointment.

"Oh my applogies, oh enlightened one~ I didn't realize they made elves of light in pint size." He made a bowing motion with his torso and arms, in the direction of Belle. The girl had proven to be as useless as Elsea, there was no aid to be gained from her, of that he was certain. The more silent of the three elves and the winter fairy on the other hand did peek his interest. Anyone who was not like Elsea and Kyran would suffice for company and enticing into joining the dethronement of the undead king. Belle had been staring at him with a look more befitting of the dark elves, one of obvious ill intent. Though the moth fairy met her gaze head on, much like how beasts of the wild would size each other up. In his part of the River fairy forest he was the apex, the highest in the food chain. Even in a territory like this one, the natural order would not be disrupted, at least that was his idea of it.

He felt it unnecessary to add further words to their conversation at that point, the winter fairy he would have to find later, providing his current company wouldn't get him killed that is. The bartender finally decided it was time to approach his table, the fairy gave him a sly look.

"Oh look at the time, looks like my friend didn't -make it-. Take a hint of that you four..." He tossed a glance to the other table as he rose up to his feet, giving the bartender a brief look. "Oh thank you for the reminder, I would have thought you too busy serving liquid poisons and gossiping yourself to some form of self-ascension to pay notice." The fairy chuckled and walked past the bartender, looking over his shoulder as he did towards both him and the table with the other people. Then he made it towards the doorway, to vanish out into the night.

Avalia

Baraian Paladice

Time: Night
Place: Roshmi slums

The dark elf had watched Kuroi, as the vulpine had gotten the clothing which they needed in order to remain undetected during the night. The vulpine had not disappointed him, and sure enough returned with a couple of sheets and blankets. Baraian offered a soft nod.

"That will do... well done." The voice that came out was dry, mixed with some weariness, coupled with the dark elf's usual monotone manner of speaking. Kuroi had offered to help him up, the dark elf took it. Not willing to spend more time where he was, the longer they would linger the bigger the odds of being found.

"Let's climb up on the roof on one of these buildings..." The dark elf looked up to a building with a flattened roof. This would most likely be a better choice than a tilted roof, where they could accidentally slide off during rest.

"We'll make camp there for the night and set off just before dawn... to Ra Monde. Get some rest for now..." The dark elf said in a suggesting manner as he began to reach up and try scale up the building, but it was tricky with just one functioning arm. The dark elf sighed softly, climbing down and placing himself in the dark then brought one finger up to his face. His form began to become one with the darkness around him, then is a flash of black smoke he popped up at the roof, at the darker side of it's chimney.