These are the elements. It is the year 4000, yes. The future, but not as you might expect it. The mayan's calender ends at 2012, it predicts the next cycle of the earth. But the human race did not know what to expect. Was it the end?
They found out on christmas day. The human wace was wiped of thier memorys, thier knowlage thus far. The earth returned to its early form - and the human race were once again cavemen.
Now, after thousands of years they have evolved once more. But differently. They have harnessed the power of elements - due to elemental power beyond thier man-made weapons, guns, cannons - none of them have been invented this time round.
In the year 3500, however. A war broke out. Soon, groups formed. Making two alliances. One was made out of fire and lightning, the other was wind, ice and water.
Now, at the year 4000, the world is re-couperating from the terrible war. But a mysterious stranger has appeared. Wrecking havoc to villages and citys. The locals describe the matter which was flowing from his fingertips as "Darkness and light mushed into one."
This magic was later named "Arcane." by the human race. But the stranger keeps attacking. So a group of the most highly skilled elementalists have been sent to eradicate the threat and, if possible, harness the power of the arcane so that they may pass it on to future generations.
The search for the sixth element has now begun.
Element of choice:
Weapons(optional, no guns of any sort.):
Additional Abilities(if any.):
We start inside a meeting post, just off the water village called Skzukih where the stranger last struck. There are no guns or anything high-tech. Only cars, and present-day buildings, planes, ect.
Allso, try and make your name sort of sound like the element that you use if pronounced out loud.
Name: Mazkis Elkz.
Appearance: Spikey, deep blue hair with grey eyes. He is often seen sporting a black trenchcoat, with a white undershirt and black jeans with simple trainers.
Element of choice: Thunder.
Background: Growing up in the thunder's city is hard as a child. It is rather rough there, the buildings are tall, curved, often shaded in an electric blue. He was your avrage kid growing up in Thundaris. His talents with the element weren't discovered until he was 12. A kid was beating him up, using the basic static electricity that most children of that age had the capacity for.
Mazkis eventually grew sick of the painfull blows and flipped into a rage. Static electricity literally extended from his body, lifting the bully up into the air and tossing him hard into a nearby wall.
Then his fist suddenly charged up with real electricity. Just as he was about to make a hole in the boy's chest he was stopped by one of his tutors. The man took him under his wing. Teaching him electric powers and teqhnuiqes. He was one of the best by the time he was 30. And his tutor died of heart failiure.
Recently he was called upon to find the stranger. He was honored to be given the opportunity and gladly aceppted.
Additional abilities: none, really. Apart from the fact he has a sort of sixth sence for the paranormal.
Appearance:White hair White robes white Boots And a frozen craved Heart for a necklace.
Element of choice: Ice
Background:When he was a child people picked on him and hurt him but he did not care but when one person said something about his mom he freezed his body then threw a rock at it shattering it into a million pieces. His mom had died in a car accident. When he grew older he grew more stronger now he was actually able to freeze time but ever so rarely and only once every 7 days He also was able to shoot ice shards and make a ice Bubble which basically covered him in ice and makes it very difficult to hurt but even thou eh can do all this he must have some humidity or water but after a couple weeks he also was called upon to hunt this stranger
Weapons: He has a staff
Additional Abilities: none really
Appearance: Dazzling light blue eyes and flowing bleach blond hair highlights her livid features, as well a soft pink smile. She wears a light tan dress that falls to her knees and flows well enough to run in, a deep blue jacket that stops at her chess, closed by a thick silver zipper, a long white cape held by a silver butterfly pendent, deep blue fingerless gloves, and tight deep blue pants, covered slightly at the bottom with light tan boots.
Element of choice: Wind
Background: Yumi was born as the only child to Suji, her father, and Diana, her mother. Many believed she was blessed, being born into the family of such talented people. She was raised well enough up until six, until Diana died going oversees for a job as a talented Wind user, as a disguise. Suji then passed away from a heart attack, leaving Yumi all alone at the age of eight. She told herself that she would be strong like her mother, and this is why she can always be seen with a smile.
Her father is a very tall man with light brown hair and deep blue eyes covered by half-mooned glasses. He is normally seen wearing white shirts and black pants, with the occasion of a suit on some occasions. His job is still unknown so far, as well as his wife. Perhaps some more dreams will lead to his profession, as well as what made Diana so special?
((WILL UPDATE OVERTIME))
Weapons: Bow and arrows
Additional Abilities: Flight. Age: 18
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Nurarihyon no Mago!
Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?” Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..” Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
Appearance: white as a ghost, normally wears a long black cloak with a sword holder at his waist, sometimes spotted with white srighit hair and steel gray eyes.
Element of choice: water
Background: at the age of 5, house was incinerated in flames, he was the only one to survive, longing for someone to take him in as family a group of vampires took him and named him Aito Downpour, where they trained him to use a katana like a master, at the age of 12 they told him he was able to leave and journy forth as they had did when they were young. At the age of 14 he had found out about his past, learning his exsitence, finding out that his parents death was becuase of another element, known as "arcane" magic.
Weapons: sleek black handled katana
Additional Abilities: invisablitly, various ability of a vamp.
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Appearance: Pyrus is covered in a male’s red kimono with pink and white flowers scattered on the fabric while a wide strap of cloth around his waist, which is a more vibrant red then the kimono, holds the sides together but pushes the dress like wear up revealing his chest from as low as his hips. Though quite slim and bony he is fully muscled and besides his face, that is covered by a plain white mask with only 3 round holes covering his eyes and mouth in shadow, he could be a nice attractive man. Long Blond hair flowing straight down to his shoulder blades could confuse a passerby of his sexuality but after seeing his unshaved legs on his wooden sandals there is no doubt he is all man.
History: Growing up in a rich family young Elfirus was greeted with as many gifts and treats as a family of children could dream of but unlike a clan of kids Pyrus received more. Without question he was spoiled to the bone both mentally and physically. While other boys had to remain on strict diets if wanting to stay in shape the rich son’s high metabolism gave him the freedom to dine and digest what he liked without consequence. He had become a praised jewel among the Elfirus family but beyond that any eye could see the disapproval of the so called “perfect child”.
After hitting the ripe age of eight his parents sent him to one of the most well known and intense Fire Masters in the city. Disgusted by the boy’s head strong attitude the teacher took everything away from him and beat in knowledge to the point of destruction. Unprepared for the hardships to be made Pyrus, like any brat who had lost all his control, did the only thing he knew how to do; nothing. Finally the teacher chose to show a technique which if done improperly can be very dangerous but like a fool the boy thought his superior intellect and strength could master it with ease. The technique was breathing fire and, after a month long treatment for severe burns to his head, Pyrus Elfirus at long last shed his childish ways along with his face.
Having to wear his ugly looks through the city as punishment a great fire began to burn within himself. Taking what his master taught for the next six years Pyrus learned the skills of a great fire master, though never having the ability to use it like the gifted users who weren’t given access to the trainer by their family’s money. Before leaving the boy Elfirus tore down his master’s dojo after poisoning The Fire Master himself and most of the students which were his fellow classmates. On a roaring rampage fueled by new freedom and complete hatred he also demolished all surrounding life that had seen his weakened face.
Wearing a plain white mask to symbolize his uncaring feelings for anything, Pyrus Elfirus stole his father’s treasured rapier even thought he was never trained in its fighting style then was exiled from the city. After a large amount of negotiation, and the simple mention of his parent’s rich statue, he was told everything would be overlooked if he aided in the capture or death of the arcane stranger for the man pick and any other suitable fighter had been killed in his childish slaughter. They gave him the challenge assuming he would die in the chase; he took it to prove them wrong.
(( argh >_< sorry i forgot about this, lets start. ))
Mazkis blinked at the old shack, this was thier meeting place yet there was somthing eeire about it, he opened the door quietly. It opened into a suprisingly well-furnished room with a blazing fire there. He looked over at a man in a rather vibrant red kimono. One of the many traits of the fire portion of the world.
"Uhm, you must be Pyrus? Hi, im Mazkis, tis an honor to meet a master of fire." Mazkis tried to sound as polite as he could, but there was an anger about the man, somthing he had never felt before. There was a rather distastefull rage surrounding Pyrus - and the white mask didnt help. "Ill just take a seat, uh, just if you didnt know im from the thunder country, ill be aiding you on the mission - and so will a few others."
Head tilted to the ceiling, Pyrus took no additional warms in knowing he was now in the presence of company. Listening to only key words he heard names traded off then a title before the other took a seat, sharing a place of origin. Thunder triggered his thoughts and, dropping his head to a blank stare at the floor, Pyrus rose from his former chair to move closer to the speaker. Without raising his drooped head he simply tilted it to one side, capturing the man in his vision.
“Your name is not important, my name is not important. All that is well, the only flame of truth burning in our souls is that ‘they’ are disturbed.” With the emotionless mask fixed on the warrior the young Elfirus began to circle around like a vulture to its dieing meal. “‘They’ would like it if we were disturbed wouldn’t they but no! It is ‘they’ and ‘they’ alone that are beat in the mind, their brains draining out their ears. ‘They’ are the others, the elements of unnatural proportion.”
Making his way behind the occupied chair he ran his hands like a snail against a clean marble stone, the heat disbursed from his hands was the disgusting slime. Though warming, the accompaniment of its distributor shot sensations that even a poet grasping the world’s largest vocabulary could be flustered to describe. Pushing his head from the back of the seat he regarded of a toy Jack-in-the-box that had lost all motivation to leave his cubed home. To imagine the face behind the white wall of discomfort would be to see the devil’s eye.
“We are the human elements. My flames burn and tear at your skin, ripping, destroying the only substances that are real. Your lightning bites at the flesh as it cuts the muscle from bone. They don’t understand, they don’t see. They are blind.” His final three words were spoken so demonically from the throat that it could send shivers through a bush of roses.
Detaching himself from the seat Pyrus walked to a chair a crossed from the thunder boy and, reaching his long bony fingers out, he latched onto a sheathed rapier. Setting it on his lap he rubbed his left hand down the casing then brought the cooled hand to his uncovered chest. With a pleasurable exhale of air he turned his head to face his companion. The mask hid the unknown facial expression, leaving only an awkward stare.