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The Guardians of Dara

I fucked up on accident lol and posted my IC here my bad

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Leaf ate his sandwich in relative peace, though he could help but notice the glowing eye watching him casually from across the room, yet he showed no true interest in quenching the man's curiosity. It seemed the shop soon had plenty of customers despite the rain, and for a moment he just stared off into the night watching the brewing storm. The Cup was finally starting to kick in and he could feel the vibrations the glass was making as it hit the windows around the shop. Bleek haunting light echoed through every drop casting a pale light over the inhabitants there, and Leaf watched as the darkest light he’d ever seen swept over the city. The experience was too much for him, he felt as though a world of suffering was rippling through the air one moment, and then the next his was looking into his empty glass,holding a half eaten sandwich. The feeling had been real, he was sure of that, but it couldn't mean anything, Leaf pushed the dreary feeling out of his mind.

The owner of the shop walked by as she came from a chat with the mysterious fellow in the corner, and as she did Leaf ordered a Blue Moon and stretched his legs out. He then stood up to go outside for another smoke and he couldn't help glancing at the man in the corner again hoping he wouldn't notice. Leaf caught him dead in the eyes, his eyebrows shot up, he saw a sudden image of a huge white dragon spewing fire out its mouth. As men ran away on fire it was almost as if Rig stood there for a moment as a child and looked up on this great beast. Its glowing eyes watching the people run away in fear, and Rig stood there unharmed for a millisecond looking into the eyes of the dragon, seeing all its anger there. And then he was back outside again as though nothing had happened standing under what little shelter there was from the rain as he pulled a cigarette from his pack of Spirits a lit it. In the distance he saw two young men sitting at the bus stop looking toward the shop.

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Leaf parked his bike directly in front of the store when he pulled up, hand cupped protecting the lit cigarette from the rain. On his way here, there had been a major flood of PMC’s and patrol heading for the center of town.’Poor bastards.’ He thought to himself while he was getting gas and buying a pack of smokes, Leaf didn't care much for the people who ruined their government, there were far to many corrupt souls in this city. So there he sat for a moment finishing his cigarette, twisting his nose up, he could faintly smell something burning on the wind, but the weather was making it impossible to judge much. He looked all around him and saw no burning buildings, so at least the city wasn't totally in shambles.

Leaf had put his gun in the single saddle bag on the bike then locked it back at the gas station. Leaning on his motorcycle, he looked into the shop and felt a wave of energy coming from somewhere in there, not a massive one, well not in the meaning of massively powerful anyway. The energy though was a surprise, it felt like a dragon that much he was sure of… but the energy it gave off, it was almost awestricking. Granted Leaf acknowledged that he had only met less than a handful of dragons, but this one was still giving off an energy that he hadn't felt, if he could get closer to it he might be able to see what was up with it.

The amount of knowledge one could obtain about another person by just being able to feel and see their energy, on most occasions, was a blessing. This dragon was relatively calm and the danger seemed minimal as he approached the door and began pulling it open. As he was walking into Lotuswich we saw a flash of white to his right and he looked up, what he saw there shocked him beyond belief. Running there down the street he saw a man bare assed in this downpour. He stopped motionless in bewilderment, but then the man disappeared around a corner and out of sight. Leaf shook his head and walked into the shop, unbuttoning his armor, letting the front hang open, currently he was soaked and the tight fit of the armor made him feel uncomfortable. Leaf then found a seat in a booth in the far right corner, from here he could see the whole room.

In the corner across from him sat a man hunched over, this was the dragon, Leaf was sure of it. The man had an artificial eye, and Leaf thought to himself how that looked when he did the big wham bam. For the moment leaf wasn't worried he was just here to eat, and he waited for the Elf behind the counter to notice someone had entered her shop. Leaf took off his bandana and set it on the table shaking out his hair a bit letting it fall around his face. He also saw a couple of girls sitting at a booth, one seemed to be sleeping on the others shoulder, he smiled taking small comfort that there were still people who felt safe in the heart of this city.

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

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Leaf paced his office, the two boys, Ed and Lee were still sleeping in one of the two spare rooms at his house, unfortunately he couldn't afford such a luxury tonight. He had thought about waking the boys up to run through some of the things he needed of them, after all good hands where getting harder and harder to come by now a days, and he preferred halflings on his private crew, he felt he could trust them more than any of the other races. Not to say he was racist at all, anyone would tell you the opposite, he just couldn't be too careful of late. But he couldn't bring himself to waking them, they deserved some small form of peace before an all out war broke out.

His first order of business was to make sure all the lower members didn't get too trigger happy, he sent a message to all of his main heads telling them to makes sure there men wouldn't get out of hand. The last thing he needed at this point was more of his boys to get hurt, that would just escalate things even more drastically. No, they had to make sure they played this right, if the Yakuza even got a small lead that he was planning on retaliation, they more than likely wouldn't even hesitate to raid his assets, and the war that would provoke would be more than he was ready to deal with. Leaf had already decided, he wasn't going to sit in his office any longer looking through the endless sheets of information on his laptop, all the dirt he had on the Yakuza so far. And it still surmounted to almost nothing.

Leaf closed the screen on the laptop and went back to the house to retrieve his motorcycle. The house he lived in really didn't look anything like the owner of a bars home, let alone the leader of a motorcycle gang. It was a four bedroom house in the a Victorian style, he rather enjoyed just sitting out on the porch at night looking at the city from the little hill his house sat atop. There weren't many houses like his anymore and he took pride in that, he also took pride in the state of the building itself, as it was in pristine condition after years of reconstruction, and plenty of money spent. By now he was at the garage, standing alone just parallel with the house, he unlocked the door and walked in. He had two Harley Davidson sitting in his garage, one was a classic Flathead 45 Model D from 52’, with a three speed jockey shifter and had a hardtail frame. It was a cherry red, with a purple pearlescent overcoat, it was his daily driver.

The other Motorcycles who he called Stinger, was Model D from a few years later and had a hardtail frame just like the 52’, but this this was sooped up with all the latest tech and some of the best parts on the market right now. This bike was all black with two skulls on a hill marking the tank, and enchantments all over the muffler made it nearly silent, it also had a jockey shifter but this one was a 5 speed. In short the bitch hauled and was pretty undetectable. He hoped wheeled the 52’ out of the garage and started it up. This bike he called Furry, and she wasn't to slow either, boy was she loud though. He then went for a ride through town, heading through the suburbs to Elf Haven, he needed some nourishment before today, and he thought about going to a sandwich shop he hadn't been to in too long. He thought again about contacting Victor, but he was sure the mad devil was busy with all the news about the Houston's slow collapse, plus the weather was not looking like it was in the best condition. Leaf really could care less about all the troubles the government was having, but he made sure to bring a pistol with him tucked under the cloth hanging off the back of his armor, a snub nosed revolver. He prayed to the Gods he wouldn't have to use it today.

A second after this thought another forced its way into his head, ‘We don't need a gun to kill rig you know that.’ Leaf reached down and tucked Rsfile deeper in his waistband refusing to listen to the rambling to follow. ‘Why are you so scared Rig? You know they can't kill you, your undefeatable, right? No one can kill my son.’ Leaf wished that was true.

Limner

TheMasterNarrator said
I said in the text that a chunk of that goes towards maintaining his form and mental faculty. If you read it, you'll find that his actual power available for external use is H-3 level.Edited his alliegance to the Empire and a little of the back story.

CS looks fine only prob now is Im not sure theres going to be enough people.

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Leaf sat on the edge of one of the rafters lining the ceiling in his bar. His back was leaning against the wall near the end of the bar and from here he could see most of the building and all its occupants. He looked at all the faces of the patrons at his bar, some very familiar, others first timers in his little hole in the wall. Looking at it from up here his bar didn't look anything like just a ‘hole in the wall’, in front of him he saw his life, and all its shortcomings, all its missteps, finally becoming resolute. He thought for a moment about the recent news he had received, took a long drag from his cigarette, then jumped down to land on the bar, surprising the couple sitting there.

Leaf’s first instinct was to go straight after the Yakuza’s head and all there hands, but after a few brief moment of reflection he knew better. The Yakuza were growing stronger with each day and his crew seemed to be shrinking by the hour. By now he had made his way to the stock behind the bar and was pulling out some of his best Scotch. Then he pulled out three shot glasses from the small compartment in the middle of the bar, just under the cash register, and began pouring the shots, looking back up now finding his target over by the farthest pool tables he had. When something big like this happened, most of his gang stayed near this end of the bar, right in front of the entrance. As he hopped back over the bar, receiving strange looks from all but the bartenders who acted like they couldn't even see him, many of the men on his crew looked up with questioning looks on each one of their faces, each one was wondering what the hell he could be doing.

The two boys did not hear him approach, they didn’t even notice there leader casting a shadow directly on them, close enough to strike death blows to both of them, but that would never happen here, not while he was alive at least. Both the boys were Halflings and stood almost a foot under him, so when they finally did turn around he was already on there backside again setting the tray of drinks down on the table. As the boys turned around he sent a thought to the bartenders to give everyone in the bar a round, and then as the bar began to cheer seeing all the cups being filled, he raised two fingers in the air. The entire bar fell silent, even the small groups of newcomers here and there didn't make a move in there seats, he was front and centre.

“Last night three of my men were brutally murdered!” He stopped for a moment and saw the boy in front of him on his left, Eddy, start to tear up for a moment, and he used his powers to lift his glasses up momentarily to catch a glimpse of the boys eyes. He filled his heart with bravery in all its shining glory in that moment, he didn't know how that would effect the boy overall but for the moment not another tear fell from the boy’s face. He continued his announcement.

“As of right now i have no idea who is responsible, but no one crosses us like this and lives to tell the story, i'll have everyone know, here and now, that the retaliation will be swift, and it will be just. Tonight we raise our glasses in the memory of those boys, and in salute to their sacrifice, I never meant for anyone to get hurt for like this. Just not like this…” Leaf faded into the recluses of his mind for a moment and when he returned everyone was still looking at him, waiting.

“Drink damn you!” and they drank, not a single person glancing back in his direction as he handed each one of the boys one of the shots. He then motioned for them to follow him and he took them to his private office just behind the bar’s wall of assorted liquor, from there you could really see the bar without being noticed. The array of colors shining through glass cast a rainbow across his office, as he walked in he looked back to the boys and motioned for them to take a seat on the couch adjacent to that wall. He then looked at them again and took his glasses off. Both of the boys’ mouths dropped open and they looked at him in awe, just as he had suspected the boy hadn't even notice his eyes before, his powers seem to be running away with him of late.

“Im sure you boy’s are wondering what the hell you're doing here, but i assure you I know neither of you had anything to do with the deaths of your brothers.” He then gave them a broad genuine smile, at which point both boys began to loosen up, he then pointed to the drinks in there hands. “See boys these cups ain't no ordinary shot glasses, and the scotch in them is rather good to. Imported from-. I'm getting carried away aren't I.” He laughed scratching the back of his head, his face then in a split second returned to normal. “You see as a young boy I lost someone very close to me, and I know how hard it must be for both of you, I also know that both of you don’t have anywhere to stay, so if you will, you can stay with me at my house just behind the bar.”

There faces at this point where ones of utter bewilderment, they obviously couldn't believe what they were hearing. He then noticed the glasses still in his and the boys hands.

“I swear i'm losing my edge everyday, these glasses, you see there very special. When all three of them clink together for the first time, well lets just do it ,eh? Its much funner to watch.” He then held his glass out for the boys to toast with him. The boys were dumbstruck by what they saw in front of them. The room lit up from the glasses they held in their hands, and the scotch inside was turned into a black liquid, sparks sizzled across the top of the liquor.

“It looks scary but I promise you, you will have one of the best days of your life tomorrow. You will smell scents you’ve never experienced, see things in lights never seen. You will breathe the cleanest air every conjured by the Gods. They call it The Glass of Life, and if you boys didn't drink it i would be extremely upset. Not just because of you will be denying one of lifes true pleasure, but well see, each one of these cups cost close to three thousand dollars. So um... Just drink boys” He then watched as both of them drank the Liquid and set the cups on the small table in front of them. He slammed his, and when he was dont he showed them the small sphere of glass the cup gave you after you threw if with full for against the table. He was left with a bright golden ball.

“The better the liquor, the nicer the color of the ball see. Its odd old magic, but it still amazes me as much as it did when i was a child. To be honest” He looked both the boys in the eyes, “This is probably the best liquor i've ever put in these cups.” smashing the remaining cups he gave each boy there ball. “Now. Go. Have fun, find some pretty girl to dance with. Tomorrow you will both be reassigned to my personal squad. Be ready, our first mission will be in a weeks time. I will keep you posted. Now go. I have to strike a deal with a Devil ive been meaning to contact for some time now.” Shooing them toward the door he went to his desk, opening it and finding the little business card laying there, covered in dust. He picked it up and blew the dust off it seeing the numbers there now.

Limner

Sorry but the first thing is that King Suris would never have an animal human hybrid its against there ethics, this char looks fine but hes on the wrong team lol sorry and and F9 is a little strong even fro a hybrid id say a G5 is alright but F9 would blow people out the water.

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

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Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Name:Rig Leaf

Race: Halfling

Age: 28

Gender:

Profession/Role/Position: Head of Underhill Motorcycle Club

Appearance: Due to many drunken nights out with is boys, Rig has several deep scars on his face, one in particular stretches from the corner of the left side of his mouth to just about the back of his jaw. He has long black hair but usually keeps shoved in his bandana. He wears his crews signature black armor vests almost constantly, and even has the insignia tattooed under his left eye the two intricate skulls sitting on a plain hill. He has green eyes that look like the deepest emerald you'd ever seen, his mother had those same eyes and it was quite a rarity so he often kept his aviators on even in meetings and would only take them off with someone he truly trusted. As a child the other boys would say he was the son of a witch and thats why he was born with those eyes, he for one thought it was utter bullshit but it is still a soft spot of his. He has a very welcoming look to his face, almost like he couldn't possibly hurt you, until you see all the scars. He normally wears a black, long sleeved, button up shirt with white buttons under his vest, and normal black jeans and boots when he's relaxing. He's rather big for a halfling standing at 5'1, he often thinks there must be something else down the line running through his veins.

Equipment: He has a antique sawed off shotgun on his bike at all times, along with a few different cases of enchanted ammo in a security box in his saddle bag that will only open to his fingerprint. Rig normally carries roughly ten to fifteen knifes on him depending on what he was wearing, his normal garb unfortunately he can only conceal about eight. His armor in particular, unlike the rest of his gang, is made of Dragonscale that he only uses in emergency situations, but he usually can be found wearing his black thick leather armor like the rest of his gang. He also always has his dagger Rsfile on his hip, a weapon made of white enchanted steel, its said that the dagger made sonic booms as it sliced through the air and has even been know to create gusts of mild winds.

Magic: He has small runes on his feet to lighten his step a bit and a few on his hands for dexterity, but his biggest magic is his psychic vampirism, that many don't even know about. This give him small telekinetic powers, and some pretty strong telepathic ones he cant read the minds of an entire room or even an intellectual at any level, but a dumb grunt with one look into his eyes would fall prey. That his the true reason behind his eyes being how they are, not witchcraft. He can also communicate with people with thought from at least a 2 mile distance but at that point he would be straining his capabilities and would probably need to drain someone. Also the person would have to accept him in there head, and that's really unlikely. His most prized talent is his illusionary trick, where he makes someone see a false truth and even believe it for a few moments. Again he couldn't do it on any intellectual being. But his Psycic Vampirism could affect you in slight ways, loss of hearing maybe, or slight hallucinations, the most prominent would be your psychological health though and he could never kill you using it.

Personality: He really is a rough around the edges kind of guy, and isn't really used to people being above him, he's also kind of distant at times, as though hes totally checked out from this world and all it entails. Rig also has been know to go into his bouts of rage. Though he is an extremely difficult person to deal with when he isn't in a bad mood he actually quite a character and many would call him a friend on those days. Sometimes he just has a way of talking though that pisses people off, he assumes that since he was born with his powers on the mind he can just say whatever he wants, then fix it. That doesn't seem to always work

Bio: Leaf was born in a small town on the west coast of North America to a widowed woman named Lucy. As a boy Rig would tell his mom of all the ‘big big things’ he would grow up to do, all the people he would help. Sometimes he finds himself at the bar in light of that memory. He never understood it fully though, how she hid it so well. The stark madness that came with this power, the gluttony. When his mother was still healthy and alive, she would take him out to the fields to do there mock knife fights he had loved so much but always lost. His mother was no stranger to the sword either and on her death bed she revealed to him her biggest secret, the soul of his father trapped in Rsfile. So life went on an he moved to Houston and quickly fell in with the wrong crowd and soon had made a name for himself in the biking community. Then one day he got enough money together to buy the Club and hes been running it ever since.

Misc: Never call him Rig or you’ll see his bad side on the quick.

Company/Organization: The Underhill Motorcycle Club is known for being halflings but is accepting of every race and creed. Most of the business he gets is in the Drug and Arms business, though his market has been closing up for a few years now due to the rising power of the Yakuzas. He mainly runs the bar at the club and does the heavier Jobs they get from time to time. His gang is known for the discreetness and connection, so many people come to him for help or odd things that need to be done. They have also been taking on more and more theft jobs lately from the higher ups and have been collecting a good amount of change. In his spare time Rig has also been taking assassination Jobs from some of the more powerful people running the government, he works only with a small team of assassin halflings, despite how hard he's tried to keep those operations discreet, word has got out.

Limner

Heres my CS for an outline, and Kage will be in charge of the Writers so let me know if you'd like to join his squad as well.

Name: Kage Trenston

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Halfling

Appearance: Kage has a small frame, standing at 4'2, though it packs a punch. He has shoulder length black hair, and a rather pale complexion. His eyes are a prismatic aqua-blue, they tend to pop when he's wearing green or blue, which is a rarity. He's often found wearing his gear, a black trench coat and black garb under it. Overall his gaze gives off the biggest impression, they always seemed to focus behind people as if he couldn't see them at all.

Hometown: Jan

Personality: At first Kage comes off as a know it all that has no right saying or knowing half the things he does. He's often arrogant, and cant ever seem to think about a battle before heading straight into the mist of it. Once you get to know him he's quite nice in fact, you figure out that the prickly facade he puts up is just that, a facade, and he's actually quite compassionate. He wouldn't be described as jolly ever though and seems rather pessimistic most of the time. Its a rarity not to catch him in a bad mood.

History: Kage grew up in Jan an orphan, who was found on the steps of the church in there. He was brought up by a young Scribe named Ebadious who was a powerful rouge. On Kage's 13th birthday though his life changed, and Ebadious' ended. Kage used his Smoke-tur to escape the mercenaries sent by Emperor Danavis, and he quickly at the age of 14 enrolled in the rebel army, he reached the rank of general faster than any recruit ever. He is also the only person with the rank of General that does not travel with an active platoon, though he has been know for recruiting his own team.

Magic Schools and Tier: He's an expert in the art of Smoke-tur and the art of Illusion-tur, His Tier is I6. He has a small grasp of Fire-tur and also a small understanding of Poison-tur.

Devotion: King Suris'

Special Equipment: He always wears rings on every finger, and has a sword name Shawburn that can change sizes (of its own volition not by the user) and actually communicates with the user, it was an artifact Ebadious had.

and i may have to add a section or two... not sure yet hehe