U S E R N A M E :SpartanAmethystT H E H A U N T :Iah Akunziato β
pron. "eye-uh ah-coon-z-eye-toe β
Male β
16 y.o.a.C A U G H T O N C A M E R A :[img]art%20goes%20here[/img]
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M Y S T E R I E S A N D R E A S O N S :For just a moment, I wanted to explain why Iah acts the way he does. You see, Iah lost the love of his life to a horrible car wreck. While in fact the actual event was not supernatural, it was paranormal. Iah, though, being the master storyteller he is, warns the young ones of dangers by making the ordinary into the extraordinary. All of his tales are told as ghost stories to capture the younger ones' attention and draw them in, in the hopes that they'll remember his warnings. He wants to prevent as many accidents as possible, be it vehicular or otherwise, so that someone else doesn't go through what he went through. Despite his quiet and dark disposition, he loves children, and hopes to become a counselor at camps like this one to help the lost ones be found.
B E W A R E T H E S I G N S :spooky story: (no word limit)
So, you little ones want to hear a scary story, huh? Well, alright then," the dark, wisp-marked Kalon said nonchalantly, just before his white eyes narowed and he flashed a sharp-toothed grin. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
"This is the story of a beautiful female Kalon named Alice. With eyes as deep as the sea and a coat as bright as the sun, she knew neither fear nor hesitation. She was a firestorm of courage, enthusiasm, and adventure, always looking for her next challenge or journey
They'd been driving for hours, and it didn't take long for both Kalons to become sleepy; they left the sactuary of the well-light interstate on the next exit, and descended into what seemed like a ghost town. The buildings were dark and dilapidated, and even the street lamps didn't want them to be seen. Their one saving grace was a small motel about a mile down the road, whose blue neon sign was missing half of its letters and flickered every so often. They pulled in and parked in front of the doors, much to the male Kalon's dislike, and walked in. It was a little dingy, but homey; it didn't carry the same creepy feeling as the rest of the town around it. Alice thought it was nice, but he begged to differ; he thought it was the perfect place for a horror movie, and he didn't like it at all. She spoke to the person behind the desk, though, and they offered the two a room for the night. The attendant, a human male in his early fourties, did mention something that piqued Alice's interest, and made his blood run cold: he referred to the road they were on as the 'Haunted Highway'."
"Why was it haunted?" A young female voice suddenly interrupted, her large green eyes staring up at him expectantly.
Iah grinned, ever patient, before answering. "Well you see, nobody knows. Some claim it's because the remote area and intense darkness provides plenty of places for supernatural creatures to live and hunt undisturbed; others say it's other spirits who have died on the road who prowl relentlessly, hoping to take other souls with them into the underworld. Still others fall back on other, more well known possibilities, such as UFO and paranormal events, or even things that can be naturally explained. But no one ever explains it."
"So, despite the male Kalon's complaints and concerns, Alice decided they would get to the concert even faster if they didn't stop at the lonely motel, and they continued on down the supposedly 'Haunted Highway'. She was fearless, after all, and bidding goodbye to the motel owner, she ushered her companion back to the vehicle and they left the glowing neon sign far behind them, descending back into the inky blackness. At first, the journey went smoothly; the radio played music, and her infectious laugh eventually made him relax. They talked and laughed and sang along, excitement for the coming concert waking them up. They followed the road, just barely illuminated by the Altima's headlights, for about another hour with no problems until a static on the radio caught his attention. He pointed it out, and Alice mentioned that they might just be losing the station., so she changed it. But still the static persisted, and the farther they progressed, the louder and more angry it began to sound until they lost any radio and Alice just clicked it off, a little bit frustrated. 'Probably just a dead zone,' she'd said, completely unfazed. Her companion, though, could already feel himself getting anxious."
Later that night, the same young female Kalon who'd stayed behind bravely caught Iah changing into his pajamas. She stopped for a moment to stare at the three huge scars that extended across his side and back, like the claw marks of a massive beast. "Just like in his story," she whispered fearfully. Suddenly those pale white eyes turned to look at her, and she bolted back to the safety of her shared cabin.
