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starry-knight wrote:[center]The last time I saw the light - I was 100 years old.
Seasoned to the fighting, power and struggle of the strong.
We were Kings then...what are we now but Prisoners?
Starry - Wow, 4 whole years of owning these babes and I have never actually competed in a competition.
Chosen - This form is for the very dangerous and dark #01.
Call me what you will, it makes no difference to me. You see, I know who I am inside. I do not need to hide behind a mask to show what a monster I am. Call me killer - call me destroyer - call me chaos....at least I admit to what I am. I wish I could say the same for you. But, if you need some sappy story behind my name I suppose I can simply explain to you its significance to me. . .
My name is Sybel - you may call me Sy or perhaps Prisoner 2547.
Sybil was actually a title given to women in ancient human civilizations. This particular word however derived from Rome, the most powerful empire to rule their world. These women, Sybil's, were fortune tellers - see'ers of the future of which that future came true. They spoke forth the change, fall, success and triumphant victories of every battle to befall the Romans. They were the speakers of truth. The definers of a whole generation. I guess you can say that is precisely what I am here to do. Define this putrid and corrupted generation at its very core.Gender - Male, definitely male.
Element(s) - Poison & Water
With water...the rather useless element I can bend it to my will. I personally distaste the element, as it's true strength is surely lacking. Putting fear into the hearts of many cannot be simply done with something as useless as water. Unless it comes from the lake and burns like fire, I care not for Water.Water
Crushing Soul - The ability to bring forth a mighty wave and crash it down upon an enemy with tremendous force. Can only be used with a large amount of water nearby and fresh energy.
Crimson Tides - The ability to pull water from inside an enemy and extract it from the skin. Such a move would cause a lion to wither and die within mere moments.
Poison was truly my first love. It's raw potential, its ability to devastate whole prides rather than a mere lion at a time. It is colorless, odorless and undetectable to the naked eye, the perfect weapon to start a war. It has the capability to spread to other hosts, contaminate resources, what is simply not to love about Poison?Poison
Equalizer - The ability to infect a host lion, this infection spreads fast but is not meant to kill, only weaken and disorient. Most effective if used on young cubs or weak minded individuals.
Train of Thought - The ability to effect the mind of a lion by poisoning the brain. Allows one to control the actions of the other so long as the host remains highly dosed.
Plague - The ability to infect a host lion or group of lions. The process of this infection is swift and causes death within hours if not treated by a healer. Most effective in off planet or battles beyond pride boarders.Theme Song - Congos: Come With Me Now
Rank Desired
Feeling unwelcome and angry towards the traditional pride, Sybel would like to take to the unknown lands and become a Nomad, though of course his true and only allegiance would belong to the rebels. He could never truly accept any role within Ethereal's pride or any run by a definitive alpha.Personality
Distant - Cold - Defiant - Angry - Frustrated - Depressed - Anxious - Broken - Persistent - Overbearing - Recluse
Sybel is cold to his kind - distant. Whether it be from his long nap at the bottom of the lake, the knowledge of his past, or loneliness he feels, knowing his family and everything he knew was nothing but dust and a memory are unclear. Save for Sybel himself. He is drawn towards a time that no longer exists for him, his very sense of belonging robbed at his very resurrection. And so, he reacted the only way he could....by hardening his heart towards them all. His distance only further propelled the longer he remains in this time and place with the pride.
Granted, do not take his desire for destruction as his desire or even hate for his species. He loves his kind, loves their strength, intelligence and power. Sybel's hate is fueled by the actions and sheepness of the pride. Their willingness to conform, obey...he sees them as prisoners, not as the strong and mighty lions he grew to know as a child. He wants and desires them to be free like he and his family was. They got to choose where they lived, how they worked in the pride. Their body traits or elements did not limit them to one rank, but allowed access to them all.
Angry as a hungry fire, Sybel cannot be contained. His restless attitude and desire to bring back the great empire he remembered makes him have even a shorter fuse then he did back before this age. Everything bothers him - set him off. Like a bomb who's flame is always lit, he too is on the prowl to explode. Though small in size, his reach from mere personality is enough to shake all around him and make them feel uncomfortable. He is dangerous all on his own - and that makes him a big threat.
Frustration comes to mind and shakes Sybel's very core at the thought of being stuck like a child forever. Often, the very thought makes Sybel go from being angry, to feeling broken and depressed. His longing to grow - to fight - to live and die for what he believes in is seemingly an eternity away. His adult form calls and yearns for him, and he for it. He has survived over 4,000 years for the chance to grow...and accepting the reality that will never be kills him inside.
Desperate for other to hear his call to action, Sybel easily comes off as persistent and overbearing. His do or die attitude turns most in the pride off and sends them running in the other direction. Smartly enough, Sybel refrains from talking in such a way unless it is in the confidence and security of those who are close to following his movement for reform.
Despite all his desire to make change, Sybel is a recluse. He does not like the company of those around him, and so he hides whether it be in his den, in his prison cell or in the unknown lands. Sybel can't stand the sight of Lions anymore, even those with the rebellion. Their faces remind him too much of what he has lost....and all the work he must put forth to gain.Rulers of our own destiny. That's where I was born.
A place and time lost to the rubble of traditional order.
Blissful in knowing what monsters we were.
Relationships
Ekko - Sybel pities Ekko...somewhat. The male was born to the same circumstances as he, yet conformed to the prides way of life. Such power he can see in Ekko - yet this untapped potential is wasted which is why Sybel cares not for him..mostly.
Ethereal - He hates Ethereal over them all. The traitor to his own gut instinct and civil disobedience to the throne. Time and time again Ethereal has admitted to his distaste for power, yet lacks the courage to resign to the rebellion and create a more powerful pride. This cowardice makes Sybel seethe with hate at even the idea of Ethereal the "alpha".
Seraphina - Finds her to be an intriguing woman, her emotional unbalance matching his own beautifully. He knows of her allegiance to the rebels and commends her sacrifice towards the greater good of their race. However, Sybel has a hard time being around her, as her naivety can be quite irritable.
Arcturus - The big shot High prison guard is someone Sybel hates most, even above Ethereal. Arcturus was the one to warn Ethereal of Sybel's ideals and believed him to be too dangerous to keep with the pride. It was upon his command, Sybel was placed in a cell upon the prison planet for treason and plotting against the alpha.
Kilan - Has little emotion towards Kilan, other than perhaps a slight admiration for his cold and brash behavior. Though a loyalist, Sybel still thinks this male has the potential to change sides and perhaps make a greater mentor for the aspiring rebel.Likes / Dislikes
Sybel is a fan of Freedom, and see's himself as very patriotic. The very word brings a somewhat twisted smile onto his face as he recalls the good old days.
Another thing this boy likes is War. Fighting is in his blood, and believes war is necessary to bring together all, while diminishing numbers and ranks of the "weak".
Rebels are like his family. Despite his hate for just about everything, if you bring up the rebels you are bound to lighten up his day...or maybe for just a few minutes.
Traditionalists hold no place upon Sybel's lips. He has no respect for the lot and believes they are more deranged and confused then they realize.
Alpha's are on Sybel's most hated list. Whether is was Alpha's of old or new, he believes they are all liars and frauds. Either pushing the pride into destruction, or brainwashing the members into obeying completely.
Stupidity cannot be allowed to exist, which is why Sybel distastes it so. He feels all within the current pride are stupid and are lacking the knowledge to truly rule or be a useful member of society.
Allegiance
Sybel's allegiance clearly lies with the rebellion who's own philosophy matches with the philosophy of Sybel's time. The Strongest shall rule. At first, when Sybel was crashed down upon the beach of the lake, he believed he had come back to a time where the strongest and mightiest lions still battled for power. The idea alone inspired the boy and engaged him in questions with any lion who would meet his fancy. However, his spark of desire quickly diminished when he learned of the traditionalists reign and current battle against a rebellion off in the unknown lands. Knowing he had no place within the pride, Sybel began creating connections with lions who were spys for the rebels, and pledged his allegiance to their cause.M Y - S T O R Y
Distant Memories
It was a long time ago that my first breath was taken upon a new planet. Lion kind were young, blood feuds were constant, and war was at every buddies door steps. To most this life, these battles for a title and a name, was a horror not a celebration. But, most did not live then and did not see the beauty in all the destruction. Depictions were later carved of these events, telling of their atrocities, but they didn't happen exactly the way they are told today...
Like every generation and age to follow, great and momentous change took place. Lions developed new elements, new traits, new positions. They grew stronger, more versatile and dangerous. But, with every passing age something was lost and forgotten. Freedom. Our freedom to chose. Freedom to be ourselves without proper diction or behavior. We sought our own destinies or died trying. The killing and slaughter was not done out of hate, but for a better life for us all...but it was all seemingly for nothing.
Out of the fighting emerged a lion of elemental air. He claimed he wanted to bring order and stability to the planet and called for a truce amongst the ranks. He said he believed an alpha should be put in place per tradition, as to save lives in this eternal bloodshed. He said, he was the one who would "reluctantly" begin such a tradition. Outrage shook us all, shook my parents, shook me. I was only 60 at the time...but I was wiser than most my age and had seen more of the world than any now.
This announcement created the first civil war of our kind, the rebellion vs the traditionalists who believed in supreme order. My parents trained me to fight privately away from the war. Hoping this time would prepare me for what was to follow. Before my 100th birthday, my parents had no choice but to take to the battlefield and defend our way of life, with me by their side. I was hardly warrior worthy, but it was an honor most did not have bestowed so young.
We fought hard and valiantly for days, lions on both sides falling like a swarm of flies. One by one a lion would crash into the grey lifeless dirt, only to be followed by another, and another. Within only a few months, the whole rebellion had be reduced to rubble, with only a handful of survivors, my mother and me included. Our bodies were blood stained when they rounded us up. All were weak and tired, but still held a glimmer of that rebellious spirit within them. The Traditonalists filed in, taking a look at all the faces before the "alpha" spoke. "Do not look so glum dear lions. I have come to give you such wonderful news. We are offering you a chance at life. And you only have to do one simple thing" he said. "Swim across the lakes waters, and we will set you free."
The offer seemed trivial, stupid, deranged. The very idea in it's simplicity made the remaining rebels joyful in the thought of living another day. The first without hesitation jumped into the water and met a horrifying end. Boiling, burning, searing pain consuming him as the waters dragged him below the surface, his scream ringing out in high and mighty roars. Legs thrashing and kicking with all that he had...but then suddenly went silent and limp. With a final few bubbles, his body disappeared beneath the glimmering waters, never to be seen again.
The group panicked, trying to flee from the edge of the water and around the guards who encircled them. Screams of terror and fear escaping the mouths of all as the guards pushed in and propelled lions into the water to burn. My mother stood by me the entire time, trying to shield me from view as they pushed more and more into the lake. She did not say anything, she only stood motionless, her eyes only meeting mine once before she and I went flying into the abyss.
I remember the weightlessness I felt as my body flew through the air above the water. Time moving slowly as I watched all the others burn beneath me. Words filled my lips, but no sound escaped them before I plunged straight into hell. It was hot to the touch, smoldering. Yet cold and burned like ice to flesh. My body could hardly hang on with the amount of power rushing though me...and then everything just went black.A Second Coming
Shudders - Shudders came first. Violent shaking and convulsing of my body is what I remember most from my resurrection. It was not a peaceful up bringing, but a painful convulsing that reminded me so much of my death. My eyes were not open, my lungs untouched and unmoving save for the slow slosh of the water that filled them. Unable to control these heaving's, my body began to thrust harder and faster...the pain peaking beyond what I thought I could handle. In my head I wondered if this was my second punishment. That a horrible death was not enough to pay for my suffering before....but it was only the beginning.
My lungs began to move again, attempting to cycle out water...that I remember. I remember feeling helpless as I drowned - unable to save myself, but to let the shudder of my body go along as it tried to suck in air. Cough after cough left my lips, trying to find air...anywhere....anywhere. Where was it? Where did it go? Where am I? And that's when I saw darkness.
Flashing open with a burst of white light, my eyes opened. The depths of the Lake covered in shadows and bones of the dead and the lost. They sat ominously against the floor...yet reminded me of exactly why I was here. I did not fear as I looked around this place. My resting ground amongst the others of my time who's souls were lost to lies and false fables. Sobering to my heart, yet a platform for my revenge.
But, this scene soon drifted from me. A force beyond me pulled my form towards the waters surface, the higher I went the more perilous and dangerous it became. The waves of the lake crashing and thrashing against the shore as it spat out the contents of its dark depths. And, with a final cough....I arrived.
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The sky was dark when my eyes opened for the first time back on land. I could still feel water sloshing within me and dragging me back to the sea. I sputtered, coughed, puked until every last drop of my tomb was left with the dead. Weakness overcame me, but I did not lose sight of the faces who encircled me in my final moments of consciousness. A lion of white, who's horns were tall and mighty....a Male of a mighty mane and floating sand....and a large bloke who's form towered over them all.... All of whom I would acquaint myself in the days to follow.Inquisition
The time that followed my rebirth was a trivial and dissatisfying experience. What I had hoped upon my deliverance was good news, a testament to my time...that the war for freedom had been won and the traditional order had been abolished. To my disappointment...I was met with heart crippling news. The traditionalists were still here. And I among them.
At first this idea hadn't even crossed my mind - perhaps me being dead for so long hindered my ability to process and accept all that was occurring...but I went around asking. "What time am I in?". "Are the traditionalists still around?". "Is the rebellion dead?". The same three questions escaped my lips to every lion I saw. All were met with the same confused look and a suspicious glare. They of course answered my questions, all answers lacking the real substance and truth that I was desperately after.
My questions quickly rose alarm, and soon the Alpha Ethereal was sent to meet me. It was a surprise visit to the cave with the rest of the new arrivals, but I knew the moment I saw him who he was. The floating sand, the deep commanding voice, the heavy body guards. He came in calm and collected, his eyes soft and tender. I suppose he was here to "relieve" me of my concerns and adjust me to my new life...but such farces were below me. He sat down with me in a far corner away from the rest. His face suddenly turning to concern as he spoke and asked me questions of what I remembered. My responses were short and quiet. He was trying to get some secret out of me, but he was going to get nothing but the same lies he gave me.
After an hour of questions, the Alpha finally called it and left...bidding me a comfortable night sleep. His very voice was like nails against stone. It was loud... Irritating. Made your hair stand up on end and bring your hands to your ears in contempt. Just the idea of Ethereal the "Alpha" caught me into a seething rage and a sleepless night pondering my next move. I did not belong with these traitors. Even being amongst them was an insult to everything I was and everything I believed in. So I made it a point to keep my mouth shut and work in secret. I was not ready to die again....not any time soon. Revenge would be mine.History Repeats Itself
Waking up every morning into that cave was torture. If it wasn't the nightmares that plagued my nights, my days were filled with the sight of my fellow cubs....attempting to fit in with the pride. I assumed most of them did not recall their lives before now, but the idea made me sick to my stomach at their betrayal. Most kept their distance anyways. The adults were speaking to them about me, letting them know that I might be dangerous/rogue. Even Ecko...the first before us to appear from the lake distrusted me. And while he curled up and comforted many of the others....he kept an eye out for me and tried to keep me away.
I was an outsider to them all. Both socially and mentally. I was leagues beyond their time...beyond their thoughts. Though my body still young....my mind has never been more sharp and on point to the mission before me. Sure, it was hard being rejected by my own kind - but such rejection had lost much of it's sting when me and my mother were sent to die. The kind that I belonged too, even in this time were not free from the lies and the secrets that were kept so long ago.
So, this was my life. Alone and without company. Corralled into a cavern inside the mountain, kept from the world beyond these four walls. I yearned for adventure.....for a fight. I could hear through muffled whispers about the rebels in the unknown lands, my interest peaked and hooked onto every word. Their very existence gave me hope, and gave me a dream to chase. They were going to be my family, my freedom. With them this nightmare could cease, and the battle my family fought and died for would be fulfilled through me.
Despite being trapped, I did manage to sneak out every once and again at night, when the stars shone just a little bit softer, and the lands fell with darker shadows. I would walk out and around a corner where the darkest shadows lurked and watched the patrols do their nightly rounds and kept an eye out for the alpha and his routine. This task was a tricky one to maneuver, but one I mastered not long after my arrival. Even during the day, though I could not physically leave, I kept my eyes locked on the outside world, and my ears hooked on any news I could get on the rebels and their battle plans. It was a slow process of intellect gathering, but every piece put together the puzzle of the outside world.....that was until Arcturus ruined it all.
That good for nothing Prison Guard Arcturus. Raised the alpha Ethereal and protected him till he ascended to his adult form. The two were like brothers, and told each other everything...even discussing war plans. Arcturus...the very name of that worthless scum makes my blood boil. He caught me on several occasions in the months to come leaving the den at night and snooping around. Every time, the brute dragging me back into the den and posting a guard outside of the cave. No doubt his concerns of my actions were spoken directly to Ethereal himself for further review. Everything I worked for was in danger...so I did the only thing I could do. I left.
The next night I was gone. I slipped out of the cave like I had done a hundred times and took off running towards the boarder. The patrol had just turned around and was cycling over to the other side, opening the perfect window to leave. But, as I ran I felt the call of the lake...who's waters shone bright and powerful. It shouted for me, begged for me to return to it. I could hear my mothers voice echoing from it softly..."come home Sybel. Come back to me my sweet boy..." her words like a chorus in my head. My heart broke in that moment...hearing her voice was like the sound of angels..and it killed me to leave her. I knew it was just an imagination, but I couldn't help but feel torn as I raced for the unknown lands.
I was maybe a dozen strides away from getting over the boarder when I heard shouts, screams and then finally a body on top of me. Strength and size were not my strongest suit..and it didn't take but a moment before I was caught. Pinned between two male warriors, with a third staring me down....Arcturus.
"What are you doing out here Sybel. Where were you planning on going?" - He had no clue.
"You idiot." I spat back in detest. "Just leave me be, I wasn't hurting anybody."
"Your a dangerous man Sybel. You may be a cub, but your smart. I can see it in your eyes. You are a threat to the pride."
"I'm a threat?! You are the true monster! You and the rest of your stupid pride....you traditionals think you are the best thing in the galaxy! You are just a bunch of pompous murderers....scared and afraid to admit to the monsters you are!"
Arcturus got close then, too close. His face in mine as he retorted back in anger and disgust to me.
"You know nothing, you may be smart for your time Sybel, but things have changed. You have been dead too long to know that. You see your people as hero's....but you come from a family of killers yourself! You wanted Chaos and destruction! We wanted peace and order. Things have changed, you need to accept that..."
"I will accept it when your kind burn in that Lake like my mother did. Like I did! Like ALL OF THOSE CUBS DID. Your ancestors were the murderers. They lied. Your first Alpha gave us a 'deal', promised to let us live, then watched and THREW us in to seethe and burn like we were nothing.......Your problem, Arcturus, is that you can't see the monster you are. At least I can ADMIT to what I am. I wish I could say the same for you."
"Get HIM OUT OF HERE." Arcturus finally having enough of our banter. I was led away, slowly but surely towards the arch...transported to the prison planet. They gave me a number...erased my name and threw me into a cell to rot. Even thousands of years past my initial birth...and nothing has changed. I am still trapped in the middle of a war...and my side is still losing.We needn't wear masks in fear of showing the darkness
But it seems, even the strong now disguise themselves
For the horror of becoming the monsters they try so desperately to hide.
It is too much for them to bare. So they don't.
