The man stood before the black altar, his bloodstained hands trembling. The trials he had been forced to endure had been gruelling, almost unbearable. He had stepped through the Mirror of False, been forced to live a thousand lifetimes, all of which ended with him going mad, destroying everything and everyone he knew and cherished. hen he woke, he found himself in the Dark. there was no sound, no light, no shape, feel sense of movement or direction, nothing but empty Dark. He stayed in there for, he had been told, nearly three months, though as he was parallel to time, he felt as if it had lasted an eternity, though at the same time as if he had never been there. It drove him half mad, he had no dimensions, nothing to base his existence off of. His final challenge had been to kill himself. Kill himself with a crystal blade, a magical object that would keep him alive no matter how deep he stabbed himself. He pierced his heart with it, collapsed, and was forced to run with the dagger sticking from his chest. He was dead in every sense, except for his mind, even his soul was empty, and he was forced to make his stiffening body move, with sheer thought and focus. If he had not been mad before, he certainly was by then. The man behind the altar gazed past him, completely blind, yet seeing all. he ripped the dagger from the man's chest, who collapsed on the ground in agony. He screamed and screamed until he was hoarse, and then slowly opened his eyes. his chest was healed, but the deathly pain remained. Another man, burly and mean looking, forced him to his feet. The blind one reached forwards and touched the other's head. his grip was firm for one so old. he began to chant strange words, his voice monotonous. A searing pain rose in the other man's head, and he tried to collapse, but he was frozen still as stone. the fire increased, filled the empty pit of his damaged soul, scorching his insides. Suddenly, all the pain was gone, and he was left to sob ob on the ground, completely insane and destroyed. He was there for an hour, or perhaps a thousand years, he did not know, before the pain dimmed and then stopped. He lifted his eyes, pain replaced by perfect clarity, fear and pain and insanity replaced by cold intellect. he was reborn. His soul still empty, but he was reborn. He was a Paradox Knight, a dark paladin, sworn to protect the innocent, with the same evil that tried to harm them.
Another man stepped forwards into the blinding light before a crystal throne. the man who sat upon it was older than perhaps any other man alive. But he held his head high and regal. The man had gone through trials that had made his spirit grow and blossom into something more. The old man who sat before him held a sceptre, made of blue-grey stone. He held it out towards the young man, speaking a prayer. The man held his hand out to touch it, felt a terrible amount of energy inside it, and nearly withdrew, but he knew that with doubt came corruption, without trust there would be no knowledge, so he reached forwards, and placed his hand on the shimmering rod. He died a hundred hundred thousand deaths, lived to a ripe old age, or died violently, each time rembering the whole thing in the next life, until finally the visions left him, and he found himself sprawled on the stone floor. He had a vague memory of every life, knew a hundred languages, a thousand ways of life, and his spirit was so brilliant that he felt constantly blinded by his presence. he stood up, and felt a strange weight on his shoulders. He turned, knowing what he would see, but still feeling surprised. golden wings had sprouted from his back. he was reborn. He was an angel, A holy scholar of war, a warrior who wielded no blade, sworn to protect the balance, and incinerate the wicked.
Alone, the angel and the knight are a trickle of influence, a nothing. but together, they can change the face of the earth, move mountains, and strike down demons. Together, they are balanced. together, they are whole.
((for this rp, you can be either male or female, and must choose a life of the Paradox Knight, or the Angel. though the paradox knight seems the more difficult path, the angel faces equal challenge. plese pm me a description, or, if you must post it here. there are no character sheets, and I will accept or decline you, no questions asked, so don't bug me if you aren't accepted. also, if you wish (I would prefer this, really, but I doubt it will happen...) you could sign yourself up with a friend, as angel and knight. if not, you may be partnered up with a similar of the opposing force. as that is how this world works, no angel without a knight. I will elaborate more once I get some "signups"))