Dead and Still Dying [1x1 with Klaora]

[Mayiamaru]

.:Wake up. The world of Lutheria awaits...:.
Awaken... You are in a field of nothing but tall grass, laying in a grass bed. The grass you lay on is flat... All you know is that there must be something wrong, regardless of the peaceful silence and the calm winds as you look up at the forever moonlit night.

Walk....

You see a stone tablet in the distance and are drawn to it. You come closer and closer and read the writing on the large stone tablet...
"You are now a hunter. You are now prey. This had been your fate since death. Regardless of when you lived, where you lived, how you died or what you were, you are now in the world of Lutheria. This is the land where the weak may not live. This is the land where abilities of your mind come to life. This is the only land in which you may do as you please... Kind of. This is the land where you have come to.
You are in the land of the dead....
You are dead...
In this land, there is only one law. You are of the hunted and you are of the prey. You never know who your allies are in this world. You never know what safe is here.
There is no such thin as safe here... Only safer.
And to think that life was unfair...
Now then, that is clear. Your hunter and your prey have been set...
Good luck to you."

Frightening... Intruging... You don't know what that table is, but it somehow is able to guide you... Below the tablet are names. Some etched in with blood. Others burnt into the stone. The bloodied writing is the name of those who you are supposed to pursue and kill, while the names burnt into the stone are thhose of which you are being hunter by.
You are to choose if you will believe in the tablet or not... But if you do not, you cannot say that you have not been warned.

[Mayiamaru]

.:Form:.

Full Name:
Mayia Hikamaru
Age of Death:
Nineteen
Cause of Death:
Killed in a cross shooting by the very people who beat her best friend to death.
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Species Name:
Light Guardian
Appearance:
Mayia's sky blue eyes glimmer in such a way that they make her seem quite sad most of the time and her expression is usually said to seem unhappy as well. Her skin is pale and fair and her hair is a light brown. Mayia is a bit frail looking, but she has been resolving to change that best she can. Mayia usually wears a white dress with long sleeves with an addition of a silver ribbon tied around her waist. She uses a light blue scarf to tie up her hair to make her seem just a little less innocent... it hasn't worked so far. The silver sash is to commemorate her lost friend.
Personality:
Mayia use to be a timid and shy character, and she still is, but she masks it well now. Around new people, she keeps on a sullen expression to keep them from seeing her fear of them. Only in serious instances, the personality Mayia possessed two years ago would burst forth. Mayia never did like the thought of being alone, but she alone now. She had to deal with it. The darkness had become comforting to her and she became even more reserved after losing her best friend. Every now and then, she will snap and yell at someone because of her pent up emotions or if she is pushed enough, but at night, she is a total wreck, crying alone in the darkness to let go so that she could compose herself in public. She did not want to look weak, but being as pale and frail looking as she does, she is always asked if she was alright... Every now and then, Mayia will butt into people's business if she sees something wrong and will always stop for a stray. Animals are her only family now.
Mayia has a real soft spot for animals. Never will she yell at an animal, and never will she ever abuse or stand by to watch one be abused. She loves them to death, kind of, and has a way with animals other than humans. Mayia actually developed a habit of referring to other people as humans. She never had an answer for why though. She still holds her innocence and is so far back into the past that she barely knows of most modern things.
History:
Mayia was born as a frail and weak baby. Her parents are unknown and her life was spent in an orphanage at the south side of town for about four years. Once she was four, she was adopted by two loving people. Aria, and Kai Akitora. When they came along, she was happy, but one day, everything just... was pulled away from her. They had adopted a boy named Skye off the streets. He had no name until they took him in. Mayia and Skye were pretty close and they even took in a silver wolf pup from the forest that Mayia fell in love with at first sight of the little guy. Sadly, that happy life only lasted for three years. Mayia was too scared of Skye to look back as she ran from that house where he had been the one to murder Kai and Aria. She never knew why, but it felt like such a bitter betrayal. Since then, Mayia had been living alone on the streets.
Mayia been taken pity on by a man who worked at an animal shelter when she was ten and began working at his shelter, earning enough for a condo. She had enough to finally go to school again.
Five years later, a fight her broken out in the halls of Mayia's high school and she lost most of her memories. She was thrown back at the wall, injuring her head severely to a point where she had been in a coma for over a year. Sixteen months later, she woke up with Hunter at her bedside. She vaguely remembered her foster family of three, a mother, a father, and a boy just a year older than her and not one memory came of a real family. She couldn't remember the murders though, and every time she would sleep, she would dream of those horrible murders that she witnessed. She remembered nothing and no one at all except for Hunter, who stayed by her for every second of the day.
Hunter was that a silver wolf pup that she had loved since she was little and had been her best friend for that whole time. They were so close that she could have sworn that they were able to speak to each other. Mayia never felt alone with Hunter at her side day in and day out, but a few days before her eighteenth birthday. Mayia was attacked while on a walk with Hunter through a new area of town just after school. She looked incredibly frail so she was made out to be a target. Hunter had stood up for her and fought for her to get those thugs away from her, getting stabbed once and horribly bruised in the process. Everything seemed fine until they got home. Hunter lost blood by barfing it up and he died on Mayia's steps...
Since then, Mayia swore to stop looking so weak. To change the way that Hunter wanted her to. She wasn't going to let his death be in vain. She wouldn't stop crying for him though. Without Hunter, she was alone. And what was more, it was her fault that he was gone. Now Mayia is nineteen. She tried to be a confident woman and continued to excell in her classes. She ended up being the youngest to graduate her class, but she never made a single friend at school... She was horrified of people since she was could remember. She was just trying to find her place in the world after that.
Nineteen years old and she had become a veteranarian as well as a dog rehabilitator and wolf specialist. She was walking up the street by herself and had been ambushed on the very street that Hunter had been attacked. She was beaten to harshly and limped home, dying on the very steps where she had watched Hunter die.
Powers:
She can control light [Creating and summoning weapons, healing, ocassional fighting, etc] and has pure white feathered wings like an angel. She is very weak physically though because of a curse and can't use her powers for very long without getting extremely tired. She gets along extremely well with animals and can speak with them somehow with her strong bond and love of the earth. She is able to communicate with spirits as well, but they aren't as kind or clear.
Weapons:
None
Did you follow the words of the tablet?:
No. She didn't believe for a second that she would have to fight, but then again. She didn't believe that she was dead.
Other:
-Mayia cares for any animals she finds along the streets and keeps caring for them until they either leave on their own, someone adopts them or they die.
-Mayia is gifted with artistic talents. Her voice is heavenly because of it's naturally quiet and soft qualities, but she has never sang in public... Only when she wishes to console herself or her animal friends. She can draw beautifully, but keeps that to herself very strictly. Her drawing are good, but when she doesn't have a picture in mind, she always ends up drawing something disturbing to her mostly, but can't bring herself to throw it away.

.:Form:.

Skye's Overload Form [AKA Puppet form]
Full Name:
Skye Akitora
Age of Death:
Twenty
Cause of Death:
He was murdered by one of his brothers.
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Unknown. He has never fallen in love before.
Species Name:
Haikajin
Appearance:
He is usually seen wearing a black jacket with a thin, white collared shirt underneath. He also has a black cloak that he is almost never seen without and a black glove on his left hand that he rarely ever takes off. The fingers of the glove do not exist, so the glove only covers Skye's palm. He wears black pants that seem to be dress pants and boots that look to have been owned by a biker or army man. His skin is pale like he were shut away for years and his hair is so pale that it is white and it is thinned to a point that some of it is translucent. His eyes are cold and gray, just like stone and are frightening and chilling when fixed on you. They seem to almost shine in the moon's light however.
Personality:
Skye is very cold and secluded. His eyes are a stoney grey and mysterious to look in to as well as cold when fixed on you. Skye keeps to himself and is very serious about everything he does. He is always said to be cold and unfeeling since he never jokes or takes anything as a joke. He wasn't always like this however. His past made him what he is today. He doesn't talk about his past unless someone were to gain his trust, which is very hard to do. He rarely smiles due to his cold and unfeeling nature but he tends to remain courteous and very scholarly. Skye is usually placed in the catagory of feared, because of his unusual appearance and the way he does just about anything. The way he speaks makes it very easy to misunderstand which time period he came from. It is like he was new to this planet, or from a medival time period. Skye is really a child at heart though. He does not comprehend most things like the concepts of warmth or love.
History:
Skye was born into a large family. His mother was Hanna and his father was Barlock. They never saw Skye again after he turned two and they didn't want to see him. He was one of four quadruplets. Knight, Kaijin and Genkai were his other brothers and rather than just being regular fraternal quadruplets, they all ended up being nore enhanced with specific emotions. That was realized the second they were all only a few days old. Skye was always the silent one. Knight was always loud and obnoxious. Kaijin was always near a mirror or hitting someone and Genkai usually sat in the corner in fear.
Since the age of two, Skye had been bounced from relative to relative. All the while, Skye was perfecting his talents that his family overlooked. Skye is able to draw, play music on most instruments and has learned the art of swordsmanship. He drew day and night when he had horrible nightmares and still have them in a box to this day along with some poems and songs. He usually carries an acoustic guitar with him, everywhere he goes, but why is a story you will have to hear from him. His family did what they could to get him sent away. They always feared him, and if sending him to this school was what it took to escape Skye's strangeness, they did whatever was needed to do it. Skye usually spent his days reading and studying as well as training with his blade. He was living with his grandmother and uncle until they finally conjured up the courage to kick him out when he had turned five. After that he roamed the streets. His little experiences here and there made him a murderer in the eyes of the public.
Skye had only lived on the for two months before he had been adopted by a loving home. Aria and Kai Akitora were the ones who had named him the the first place. In his old him, he had no name. He was a ghost or an omen in his old home, but here, he felt free and loved. Regardless of that, he had never smiled. He was a murderer at heart with a bloodthirsty state and ended up murdering them, Mayia having been lucky enough to get away. He had never seen her after that though.
Age twenty now... Nothing for the past fifteen years held anything for him. He got a job as an accountant, lived in a small apartment in the north part of his town and one day, on the streets with his guitar strapped to his back, he was ambushed by his brother, Knight, and shot twenty times in the torso. That was how it all ended.
Powers:
He has the power to see events in the future sometimes and summon his weapons the he or his brothers had created. He is able to sense pain and despair from others as well as gain power from it. He prefers weapons other then his power though. He has something he calls a Mind Spill. If anyone has a thought within his range, he will hear it. This is an ability he loathes because he is intruding, but it can be helpful sometimes. He gained it due to his observant nature.
Weapons:
[Please note that Skye uses the strange lunar markings to summon some of his weapons to him.]
-Skye's blade. He is able to summon it to his hand on a whim, but the red pommel turned black. The power of the blade that allows Skye to command spirits. Skye had forged the blade from that dragon's magnificant scale.
-Knight's Bow and an example of one of his bows. This bow didn't look as sinister when it was wielded by one of Skye's brothers. By pulling the string and channelling energy, Skye can summon arrows, changing the aura if he needed to. Depending on the aura, the arrow could give off a different effect upon impact.
-Genkai and Setsuya [Kaijin's] weapons merged. Skye is able to weild his final two brothers' weapons, but they merged together somehow. Genkai wielded ten lances and Kaijin wielded three spears. Now, Skye only has six at his disposal. Skye usually doesn't use the lances for offense. He uses them to restrain targets or clasp together to create a platform fit to stand on.
Did you follow the words of the tablet?:
Yes. He accepted his death with open arms.
Other:
-Skye's guitar was made by hand by him and his former foster father from birch bark. A metalic thread that seems impossible to break was used for the strings and makes a much more beautiful noise when plucked than a regular modern day guitar. He carries it with him everywhere.
-Skye makes his own clothing, but his hat was given to him by his foster father, Kai.
-A hand-made guitar strap that holds his guitar to his back is black and embroidered with silver and red thread. Carnations are all over it in silver and the red was used to make the vine-like patterns between the carnations. A white thread at the bottom left read -Skye Akitora- in an elegant script.

[Mayiamaru]

Just in case

[Klaora]

Appearance:

.:Form:.
Full Name:
Sven Dale
Age of Death:
Twenty-One
Cause of Death:
Hit by a drunk driver
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Species Name:
Dryad
Appearance:
Having played football during his high-school years, he's a tad on the bulky side. However, he's lost a lot of that since he went to college. He has what most people would call an "honest face," with a large smile, long nose, strong jaws, and small, green eyes slightly magnified by his rectangular glasses. His red-brown hair's gotten a bit long since he's been unable to get to the barber shop as of late, so it rests right above the shoulders.
Sven dresses relatively well for class, often sporting black pants with a sharp crease, white button down shirt, and usually some sort of tie that he can't quite get get straight.
Personality:
Being a jock back in high-school, he's used to popularity but is by no means very happy with it. He prefers the comfort of several close friends and is pretty laid back when it comes to most things. Sven is very goal-oriented with high expectations of himself and of others. He'll talk with most anyone.
History:
Sven's life was rather ordinary for lack of a better word. He attends a small liberal arts campus where he declared a double major in chemistry and biology, with emphasis on botany, within his freshman year. He's worked very hard for three years, often missing out on his social life and summers in order to make the grade and finish early. He hoped to find treatments to many ailments and diseases with his knowledge and studies.
After finding out he passed his final Chem 3 exam with flying colors, the boys took him out for a night of partying and fun. He never returned.
As for the rest, well, you'll have to find out, won't you?
Powers:
He's a Dryad, so he can talk, see, listen, and hide within the trees. Most will lend him their power if need be.
Weapons:
Beware the trees.
Did you follow the words of the tablet?:
Not at first, but once the trees began talking to him, he took it a bit more seriously.
Other:
Not that I know of.

.:Form:.

Full Name:
Starla Hill
Age of Death:
Twenty-Five
Cause of Death:
Beaten
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight, but high chance of bisexual and lesbian tendancies
Species Name:
Faun
Appearance:
Starla's figure is rather slender without much definition. She has a long face, a small smile, and a pointy nose. Her hair is black and falls to the small of her back.
She wears a red dress as her husband bid; many bruises and scars mar her body.
In this world, she has the legs and horns of a goat.
Personality:
Once set free, her "life" turned over a new leaf. Independent, confident, stuck-up, to name a few characteristics.
History:
She married young into money, and into an abusive relationship. Anything would set that man off, and sometimes he would target her daughter if she didn't step in to "take responsibility." He was a terrible drunk with many terrible habits.
Starla was not allowed out of the house, and except for her parents, others were likely not even aware of her existence.
And one night, things went a bit too far.
Powers:
None in particular unless you count being able to run faster and jump further than a typical human.
Weapons:
Her flute~ She can cast spells from it.
Did you follow the words of the tablet?:
She was pretty sure she was dead. Not exactly what she was expecting, but she'd take it.
Other:
Not to my knowledge

((OOC: Sorry this took so long and it's not as nearly detailed as yours. As I said, I enjoy creating characters from scratch and playing them from there. ^^; Anyway, here you go. Let me know if I need to add more, embellish, or anything of the sort. ))

[Mayiamaru]

(It's fine ^_^ I'll post first, feel free to post an interaction or just an intro)

Mayia knelt to the ground, looking down at the ground. The tablet had stood before her no more than two minutes before... How could this be? Hunter... Hunter this can't be true!... No.... I-It just can't! She thought to herself while her mind slowly took its course onto insanity. Death... It just couldn't be real. This was just... insane! Now one thing made sense to her since she woke up in the field of tall grass. She couldn't see anything around her now. "Dead... How... How is this ever possible?..." Mayia said, just so that she wouldn't have to just sit there in absolute silence, only the wind accompanying her voice. "It's... It's just a dream. It has to be..." She was in a deep denial, narrowing her eyes slightly as she looked down at where the writing was. Apparently she was to hunt a boy named Skye... While running from some boy named Adrian... She wouldn't let that thought remain. She was determined to disprove this world as a reality. There was no way that a place like this could be the land of the dead. There was soft grass everywhere and there was a sun just peaking over the horizon. This place seemed like Earth... but much more peaceful.

Mayia would have put her thoughts into action, but how could she wake herself up? Maybe try to kill herself or something? She really didn't want to do anything too drastic, so she decided to explore for a second, her light brown hair swaying with her as she began walking through the seemingly endless field of grass. The air here seemed so fresh and everything seemed so vibrant and real, but she continued to let herself believe that this was only a dream. She refused to accept that she had died the exact same way that her best friend had.

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Skye silently lay on a bed of soft grass, flattened underneath his deathly form. Lutheria... hmm? He repeated the name of this fascinating world in his mind in his calming silence. Around in him large numbers, silver carnations sprouted from the ground, glistening in the surreal light of the dawn's light. Skye had been here for no more than four months, and he had already destroyed all he passed in his own defense. To be born anew in this strange place was rather intriguing. Skye was able to find that the land her was able to be manipulated through thought. The silver carnations that grew around him were flowers of his memory, and he had been able to use the land to his advantage. Another interesting thing that he had dicovered of this world was that when a Hunter found their Prey, only the Hunter may manipulate the land while they battled.

An fascinating world this place was. Just to get word of his new target, the grass by his head wilted away, disappearing into the ground. As if to be writing itself in blood, the name Starla Hill came to be. He only glanced at the name before taking it to memory. Skye was usually one to follow rules, and in a place like this, why not kill a few more souls. Skye was coming close to collecting the souls that he wanted to get the marking from his arm to come off. Only three more till he can disban the curse that was set upon him from a strange man with many rings and a rather feminine appearance.