[veridian]

marking!

[lucas tazmily]

username: Pufferheart
name: Nile
what evil deeds have they done:

mark!

[black water]

a rift has opened up! do you go through?

yes xxxxorxxxx no


my off-thread form

[honeycreeper]

SᕼᗩᒪIᗰ



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username: Honeycreeper66
old name: Nile
new name: Shalim (god of dusk, from the Canaanite religion)
what evil deeds have they done? Destroyed the day so that the night creatures run freely

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Shalim has always had a knack for casting spells. He was taught at a young age to respect the elders and to always follow the ancient rules -

Rule one: do not question the spells for they are always correct
Rule two: do not substitute any potions for another for they will birth chaos
Rule three: do not touch the lost magic. Doing so will result in severe punishment and eternal imprisonment.

Of course, he followed these rules to a fault. He was raised by his grandmother who enforced these rules everyday. Through every lesson he was taught, these rules were embedded into them. During birthdays – always follow the cake recipe! It is never wrong. During holidays – don’t try to mix potions, you’ll cause an explosion! He learned throughout the years with his grandmothers lessons. Shalim loved learning, he soaked up information like a sponge to water. His grandmother never stopped sharing her stories, tales of the days where she preformed powerful magic . . .

“ . . . And once the evil-doers were on their knees, we blasted them with more magic than anyone could manage on their own! I remember it being so powerful, that it blew me right to the ground,” A raspy voice chuckles. “Oh, those were the days, weren’t they? But don’t fear now child, I am perfectly at home spending my days with you.”

Shalim remembers these moments. When it felt like all of the world was against him, his grandmother would tell him stories of her past. She was a much more older sorcerer than he was – a wise elder.
“Wow Nani, that sounds awesome! I hope that I could do something like that one day!” His voice chimes. Shalim was a dreamer – he kept his hopes high and didn’t think of others expectations.

“But .. do you think I could be more powerful than those bad guys? I want to be the best!” he said excitedly. Shalim’s grandmother took a breath and looked him in the eyes. Her posture was rigid, and she was looking straight into his eyes.

“Listen here and listen closely my little one – those ‘bad guys’ were not just looking for a crown nor were they trying to gain power, they were trying to cast a spell – a very bad spell. They were not just trying to preform a small recipe spell, they had an old book – a very dangerous book that would have destroyed them if they had continued. That type of power would hurt you in more than one way and I would never allow you to harm yourself – not when I am here. Do you understand, my little one?”

The grandmother was informative, never once stumbling over her words. She was dead serious. This lecture was worse than when Shalim accidentally cast a wrong spell and caught the garden on fire.

“Yes Nani, I understand. I would never want to make you worry!” Shalim exclaimed.

She chuckled, her raspy voice echoing across the room.

“Don’t you worry child, I will always worry and care for you. That’s my duty.” She resounded.

He loathed the rain. It reminded him of the times his grandmother would sit with him and preach the laws of good and evil. He didn’t care for the laws – if they couldn’t give him back the only one who had ever cared for him, then what was the point of following them?

He always loved the flow of power that graced through him whenever he cast a newly learned spell. He had read the forbidden books and practiced the lost dark magic that he was taught to never touch. The dark magic swirled throughout him and surrounded his soul in a dark whips. His fur turned darker than night, his eyes glowed and the markings of The Lost covered his coat. Within moments, he was no longer just a curious creature, but eccentric, thirsty for more and more power.

He fled his old cottage and ran to the nearby village; The same village that refused to help him in his grandmother’s time of need. In the night, he appeared as if he was a mere shadow, dancing across the broken walls and trapezing down the alleyways. Soon, he reached his destination – the well in the center of the village. A mad chuckle escaped his maws, he shook violently, the power in his soul almost overpowering. Shalim pranced around the well, singing a tune.

“ la la la la la~ let’s all go down down down together, shall we?” His broken voice rang out. He repeated it like a broken music player.

He circled the well, forming a perfect sigil. He chanted, the words long forgotten by all, but they were still uttered by his razor tongue. The marks started to glow, a ghastly yellow surrounding him; his eyes were illuminated, a dull contrast to his sharp, wide smile. The sigil glowed as bright as the moon and then some. With a cry, Shalim fell to the ground, still reciting the chant. The sigil grew brighter, the moon growing dimmer and dimmer. Then, suddenly, it all stopped.

The sigil was dark, the marks did not glow and his eyes were void of any life. Shalim chuckled, a dark sound breaking through the unsettling silence of the night.

“It .. It worked! Yes, I cannot believe it!” He danced around the village, and looked up into the dark sky.

The moon was dim, looking as void as the starless sky. Shadows had sprouted from the alleyways, dancing throughout the small village and blanketing the sky. Shalim screeched with absolute happiness. With eternal night, came eternal night terrors. No one would live happily ever after, always terrorized with complete and utter fear. The shadows would haunt the streets, never sleeping. They would tear apart any shred of hope anyone had and devour their fears.

Shalim was finally living his dream – he was the most powerful sorcerer there could ever be.

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody | Name: Saesha (meaning "meaningful life") | Gender: female

Saesha is a magical creature that lives in a cave that is kept far away within mountains by a forest, and she's trapped within the cave.

To survive, she's led an evil life of luring kalons traveling through the area to their death so she can feed. And not regular food like normal kalons -- she eats souls.


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It had been so long since she'd eaten a soul.

Saesha paces within the confines of her cave, grumbling to herself in tune with her angry stomach. It aches badly, and she can't do anything to stop the pain. No one has ventured close to the mountains for three weeks. She's becoming incredibly desperate.

On the verge of passing out, the creature sinks to the ground and allows her eyes to close. It's only then that she hears footsteps miles away in the snow.

One set of her eyes flash open and glow, showing her where the kalon is. When she's found their exact location, Saesha raises a paw and starts to cast a spell on them. Their eyes begin to glow the same ominous red color. In a trance, they begin walking in the general direction of the cave.

The kalon arrives in the cave and... the creature realizes she's brought a kit into her domain. Saesha stares down at him, and in the midst of her dumbfoundedness the spell breaks. He blinks rapidly and notices he's not where he was a few minutes ago. "Wh-what's going on?" the kit whimpers with a crack in his voice. When he glances up at the creature, he shrieks and covers his head.

With a large bout of trembles, he begins to wail and cry. "Please! My parents left me here, and I'm just trying to find them again," the kit pleads.

For a moment, Saesha's hunger is lost. Instead, she remembers when she was a kit and how her own parents had also abandoned her. Her father had just lost his job due to the king's taxes, and her mother was sick in bed. Unfortunately, her father had no choice but to sell her to a witch. When the witch had taught Saesha and she grew too powerful, the creature was sent to live trapped in the cave.

Abandoned... twice.

Brushing aside her feelings, Saesha sneers at the kit and snarls, "Your parents don't want you anymore! Besides, I've been looking for someone who's meaningless."

- turns her glow on and starts to hypnotize the kit despite how much it reminds her of how she was abandoned by her parents.
- steals the kit's soul and turns them into dust so she doesn't have to face what she's done.

[Streak]

FILE CONDUCTED BY USER: STREAK

DATE OF INTERVIEW: unknown

Suspect Name: Atrophy, formerly Nile.

*name change possibly came shortly after conviction.

EVIDENCE:

Mister, uh, Atrophy... how did you get here?

(Suspect looks around, barely awake. He refuses to make eye contact.)
I... I don’t know. How the hell am I supposed to know? Wasn’t the point of taking me in in such fashion for me not to know?

Yes. I’ll give it to you that you’re quite bright, but since you want to act smart, I’ll have to ask you this. Where were you on the night of the disappearance of Briar Myers?

(Suspect suddenly seems alert, locking all four eyes with my two.)
Briar, huh? That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.
(A smirk slowly creeps across his face. I’d be terrified if I wasn’t trained to remain calm.)
I know the man; It’s quite inflating to call him a man. He was the most meek mobster I’ve ever met during my days in New York.

I’m sorry, did you say he was?

Yes, that is indeed what I said. I don’t recall stuttering. I suppose he’s not anymore. Word got around that he mysteriously disappeared one night. I guess karma finally collected his debt. The way he walked the streets swindling everybody in sight, that’s just not right. Y’know?

That is a fair point. We do have multiple reports of incidents involving Mr. Myers, but we haven’t found anything so serious that it should lead to his, well... disappearance.

So, officer, ( the suspect sneers at the name, and addresses me in an almost mocking tone.) why am I here? Whaddya suppose I have to do with the guy? (Suspect throws his paw up, and I swear I see it omit some smoke for a split second.)

wip!!

[deerbroken]

sets down a mark

[Left.]

username:dragonmina
name:nile (you dont have to keep nile i dont care)
what evil deeds have they done:
mark

[Kiaa]

username; Kiaa
name; Marinus (From the Roman family name Marinus, which derives either from the name MARIUS or from the Latin word marinus "of the sea".)
gender; Male
what evil deeds have they done;
Marinus lives in one of the deepest trenches of the ocean. He is the leader of a tribe known for is more... barbaric nature. The tribe is called the Mantibeisht. Their beast-like nature and battle styles have made them one of the more intimidating tribes. Marinus being the worst of them all. Stories have spread far and wide about this tribe and its terrifying leader. Stories of death and destruction being left in their wake. Whole civilizations whipped out due to Marinus's inability to negotiate based on his more animalistic nature. Some have gone so far as the call him the "Bringer of Death".

Marinus however, does not view himself as the villain. His tribe follows him willingly and he has brought prosperity to a once desolate area. No, when Marinus wakes up in the morning and looks into the mirror, he doesn't see a murderer or a pillager. He sees an innovator, a protector, and a hero for his people.

[acronymm]

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