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Mark of the demon.

Rinic woke up. His first though, This is it. Today we go to battle. Rini stood up and faced himself in the mirror, his black eyes shimmering in the weak grey light that shown through his window. Today was another chance to save more lives, and that's what Rinic did. He moved over to his closet, pulling out a clean undershirt, then pants. He then moved to the second closet in his well kept, yet humble two room cabin. He opened the furnished pine doors, carefully crafted by himself and looked at his armor. It was nothing spectacular, just his Mage mail and diamond brigade guantlets. But, he cared for them every night, regardless of whether or not they had been used. He donned these as well. After donning these items he picked up the Machiavellian sword, which lay besides a copy of Machiavelli's A Book For a Prince. This book outlined how to be a good and proper leader for a high ranking member of society. It was Rinic's favorite piece of literature. He flipped through the pages, as was customary for himself before a coming battle against the rath of hell. Even if it was a minor one. He closed the book and placed it back where it was, diverting his attention to his blade. It shined as he unsheathed it, but he retrieved his oils and grinding stone regardless. He took the stone and moved it up and down both sides of his blade, applying pressure as he did so, thus sharpening his blade to the point of cutting rock as if it were butter. He then took his oils and poured them onto a cloth, which he carefully moved up and down the blade, making it shimmer with each deft flick of his wrist that he pulled. He sheathed it and took a look around his house, it was not much, nor where the homesteads of any other mercenary in his company, considering the price for protection was quite low, but it was the home he had built through honest work.

He stepped outside and moved along the other houses in his village of warriors knocking on the doors of each home to arouse them from their slumber in order to prepare for battle. He knew they were already up, some of them probably couldn't sleep. Today was going to be one of their more difficult battles considering it was a mid level demon so chances are some people would die, but none the less, they were going to save the people of a small village a few kilometers out. These were good me , intent on making the world a better place no matter how they themselves lived. It would be an honor to fight along side them, and if it came to that, to die along side them.

Mark of the demon.

Sorry about being slow to post, I'm having trouble with it but it'll be up soon

Mark of the demon.

Sorry about being slow to post, I'm having trouble with it but it'll be up soon

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

Ramon stood up. As he did he felt like a ball had dropped in his stomach and was pulling him down. Te fact that a scythe had appeared in the Dean's hand was one thing, but the way he held it was another. It was so natural, he was at a resting position, but it was up and ready invade he were to be attacked. The Dean knew exactly what he was doing, and was, as at least Ramon could see, an expert with his blade. Ramon approached the stage, thoughts flashing through his mind. What does he want me to do? Will I have to fight him, will I have a sword? God this is insane. I've got butterflies everywhere and I haven't even spoken to him yet. Tensly, Ramon walked onto the stage and stood next to the Dean, putting on a fake smile and greeting him friendly and wholeheartedly. If he's a grim reaper, why doesn't he look the part? Am I going to get reaped?!? This is so confusing! the tight feeling in Ramon's stomach intensified tenfold as he prepared for whatever might come and said, "So Headmaster Hughe, how may I be of assistance?"

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

Valentines day SUCKS. I took this girl to Katsucon in DC to ask her out, and got shut down harder than a champion on a quadrakill in league.

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

"Happy." Tell that to rejection at Katsucon.

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

Ramon realized that he wasn't notice, and stood up thinking to himself Heh, first day and I'm already being ignored, sweet! I'm not going to be a super popular kid anymore, but I think that some people here are... Odd. Ramon moved back to his seat and looked at the girl who just lost her mind, Shiro, threatening to break some punklike child's hand for being inappropriate towards her. While it may have been an overreaction, it was probably the right call and needed to be done. But he wasn't sure. He turned back to the stage listening more to the speech quietly and attentively jotting down anything of importance. As he did this his mind wandered back to the final day of training at his dojo. Students leaving the dojo for college have the honor of facing the master himself.

One thing ran through his mind at that moment. I'm going to win this fight, no matter what, I'll keep trying as hard as I can. When the bell rung there was a moment of intense stillness. No one, absolutely nothing was moving. It was as if the dojo itself held its breath in anticipation, the star pupil against his master would be a legendary fight. At that moment the master leapt forward lightning fast, entering with a skipping snap kick. Ramon pivoted off to side ever so slightly allowing the kick to move past him. While still in motion from the snap kick the master pivoted on his left foot reaching out his hands, grasping the back of Ramon's neck and pulling him forward for a knee strike. However Ramon had been expecting this and shot his arms down in an x shaped pattern, absorbing the force of the blow. He then trapped the pit of his masters knee and lifted upwards pulling him off balance. However, being the master he was, he put Ramon in a guillotine chocke hold and leaned back, pulling them both to the ground, with Ramon at a seemingly horrible disadvantage. Ramon allowed the choke hold continue, because he had tucked in his chin, preventing his trachea from being cut off from its precious supply of air. He then pushed forward with both legs and rolled upwards, loosening the grip around his neck. Seeing how his master was open, he delivered a swift jab to the floating ribs, loos ing the grip even further as to the fact of being able to pull free of the grip. They both stood up facing each other, and began readying themselves for another spurt of combat.

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

Ramon carried his bags to his room, dropped them off and headed to the cafeteria. On his way he thought, Today is going to be the start of a new day. Less friends, less popularity, more focus on getting my Doctorate. I'll try and make new friends today, if my track record is right, should be a synch. He arrived at the cafeteria seeing the woman giving her short speech. He sat down near the middle of the a random section of the auditorium and pulled out his note book ready for the Dean to give his standard orientation. As the Dean spoke, Ramon began to take notes of anything that might be useful, but was slightly taken aback when he was told to stay in the auditorium with the unknown number of people who were also specially invited. Putting away his notebook he noticed the variety of people attending the university.

Ramon picked up his pen and began twirling it in hand, it rotated on his palm seemingly endlessly, it's metal reflecting the light of the auditorium. As he viewed this he wondered if there would be any clubs to attend at the school for Martial arts, and if it did, what would the competition be like? He sat there waiting for the new presentation to begin wondering if he should get up and talk to the new specially selected students. After a moment he got up and walked to a girl sitting in the back, Grace. Sat down next to her and said, " Hi, I'm Ramon, what's your name?"

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

So does my character have a chance of being accepted?

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga, the First Year) Interest Check

Name: Ramon Othane
Age:18
Appearance: Short red brown hair, light brown eyes, 6'1, thicker build than the picture implies.

Weapon: One and a half hand blade approximately two feet long.
Background: Ramon was born under of a wealthy family that valued hard work, whether it was via school, sports, or anything someone took passionately to. At the early age of 5 his parents began to train him in martial arts before grade school in order to get a jump start on discipline and good behavior. This also put the family's values into young Ramon's mind. Through the coarse of his schooling Ramon's skill in both academics and martial arts progressed greatly. However, he became very violent when provoked into a fight both in and out of school, contradicting his usually gentle and caring nature. As he went to more and more tournaments and thrashed the competition he earned the nick name Evil Angel for the extreme difference between him in and out of combat. As he soared in his combat career he did so in academics as well. He showed no sign of slowing down either. Being the school treasurer, captain of the martial arts team, and valedictorian made him the most popular kid in high school, and gained him instant acceptance into BU.
Personality: Gentle, hardworking, and caring, but when in combat ( martial arts are hapkido, eskrima, and tae kwon do) he is a completely different person, brutal, vicious, and unrelenting, nothing stops him from achieving victory short of a stronger opponent.
Quote: "It's not that I care about winning, it's just that if I don't give it my all what's it for? When you do something, it's worth doing right."

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"I'm breaking up with you, Ramon." It came so suddenly, Cecilia, Ramon's girlfriend of two years, decided to just up and dump him for seemingly no reason. He looked at her questioningly wondering if it was some sort of joke or if she was serious.
"I'm bored of dating you. We've been dating two years and we haven't gotten passed kissing yet, so I'm leaving you." Cecilia turned on her heel and strutted out of the school. Dumbfounded, Ramon began to walk away, a blank stare sitting awkwardly on his face as his mind processed the information. When he realized what had just happened, sadness coursed through his veins, then, anger. He ran to his school of martial arts, getting ready to throw himself at whoever wanted to fight him that day. He didn't care who it was he just wanted to expel some anger.

Ramon took his stance against a 12th year tae kwon do student, eager to take a shot at him. The bell rang and the student dashed forward a roundhouse kick speeding shortly after it. Ramon side stepped it, dropped to one knee and threw out his leg into the other student's off balance leg throwing him of balance and into the air, as he fell, Ramon got up onto one knee and shot out a straight punch knocking him out of the ring. His next challenger, a 9th year eskrimador, double blade sparring. When the bell rang Ramon shot out a left blade fake and dashing forward going to work with his right blade, cross slash, jab, abinico, unrelenting strikes of power and skill tore him to pieces. Yet another disappointing challenge, but it was good for blowing off steam. As the next challengers proceeded to lose to Ramon's unrelenting, brutal strikes. His mind began to clear. As the last challenger fell, Ramon headed home.

Ramon collapsed onto his bed, going through mail and sulking about his failure of a relationship. At least I'll be out of here soon, then I'll begin a new life at BU can begin, who knows? Maybe I'll find someone new. Maybe I won't. But I'm going to be the best Neurosurgeon out there, and I'm going to change people's lives for the better. I'll do whatever it takes. He fell asleep a few moments later. As he slept he saw his house burning mother and father inside, himself out. He tried to save them, but as he ran they got farther and farther away until they were nothing but a spec on the horizon. Ramon woke up screaming at 3:00 am. That's the twelfth time this month...