Adham
Freelancer
i believe everyone was created with a PURPOSE... i just haven't found mine yet.
Posts: 13 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: AMALGAMATION
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/43/adham
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Post by Adham on May 15, 2016 7:47:00 GMT
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He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know what to expect. The strangely-figured, humanoid creature just kept placing one foot after another, believing that he had somehow caught wind of some magical trail that would lead him to his destined location, where he would find the truth behind his creation... or at least a fragment of it. No matter how much time expired, nothing could be done about his amnesia; however, there was one word that constantly reverberated in his memory ever since he could remember: "Adham". Though he had no idea what the word meant for quite a while, the albino serpent named Eden that mysteriously remained attached to his side ever since his "awakening" informed him that the word was actually his name, and ever since then, Adham accepted the title graciously.[break][break]
Uneducated and starving for knowledge, Adham's journey had been quite the troublesome one for the dynamic duo, for it appeared that several humans he had encountered did not take lightly to the pitch-black humanoid approaching them for assistance, some of them frightened to the point of assaulting him with magic... or anything they could get their hands on. This nearly discouraged the blank-faced "man" to believing that he was never going to unravel the truth, but his slithery sidekick reassured him that he was bound to discover his purpose, he just needed time and patience. Despite his lack of sociability, Adham was capable of unlocking another clue towards his origin... through several dangerous and life-threatening encounters, he came to learn of a powerful magic stored within him, that he is now quite familiar and proficient enough to be considered a difficult creature to capture for those who have attempted and failed.[break][break]
"Hm... I wonder what we will find here, Eden?", the conspicuous man said as he finally arrived at the gate of the massive kingdom known as Crocus. Without hesitation, he walked carelessly through the bustling streets, and since he had never been to such a populated area, he was quite astounded with the sheer amount of civilians and buildings in the kingdom itself. Unbeknownst to the ignorant fellow, Adham was turning heads left and right; although non-human creatures weren't uncommon, his abnormal physiology and resemblance of something straight out of a children's nightmare granted him the same uneasiness that he had experienced several times before on his journey. You'd think with such a extravagant and diverse metropolis, he'd find someone who'd be less-inclined to run away frighteningly or panic and attack him, but the results were the same no matter where he traveled... was this curse ultimately his fate?
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 15, 2016 8:27:01 GMT
Meanwhile, along a similar street in both location and aesthetics, a street but not quite on the street, so to speak, Aisha was walking down with her fair share of attention. It was another one of those days that she hadn't quite paid much attention to what was going on with her dress or her body of her ribbons, and had done quite some meandering in the east forest and random areas throughout Fiore, resulting in a tiny, small looking lady walking down with little cuts and bruises and a torn dress and ribbons that didn't quite fit the bill as ribbons to adorn her pathetic appearance. The people stares were things that she couldn't understand in the beginning, but now she supposed she was used to it. She might have even intentionally egged them on from time to time, but today she was a little bit tired and not in the mood, so when she found that no one was staring at her specifically, and instead everyone was mumbling about something else, she turned from mildly attentive to curious in a flash. Following the strange looks and murmurs and lines of sight wasn't too difficult, and she found that she was steadily heading towards the same direction of whatever was being gossiped about in such a blatantly rude manner. Poor thing, whatever it was. When she turned a right and finally found out, Aisha was both surprised and extremely excited. After all, seeing a dog that could mould itself into a helicopter at will had been strange enough to set her for days on end without really finding any other creature wonderful, so this was new in the best kind of way. Her eyes light up in a childish sort of wonder, and her tired and lazy walk turned into an excited jog as she attempted to sneak up behind the creature. When she was close enough she'd reach out her right hand (the one that had her key-bangle on it) and then again reach out her index finger in an attempt to poke the...blob. Mostly, she was attmempting to test whether it was tangible or not, because its form had her wondering. And she needed to satiate that wonder somehow. Inhibition was, alas, something a fourteen year old had a firmer grip on than she did. If she was able to garner the strange man's attention at all, she'd wave with her left hand and say something along the lines of, "So that's who had the whole of Crocus talking. Hello there!"
Notes ■ Adham ■ @tag ■ yo~ |
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Adham
Freelancer
i believe everyone was created with a PURPOSE... i just haven't found mine yet.
Posts: 13
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: AMALGAMATION
275x450: http://i.imgur.com/q7pjF06.png
Profile Image: http://i.imgur.com/840On3T.png
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/43/adham
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Post by Adham on May 16, 2016 2:48:44 GMT
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Before he knew it, the dark-skinned anomaly had caught the attention of the entire block, yet not a single person had the courage to speak. "Uhm... excuse me... pardon me... can you... where are you going...", he beckoned, but there was nothing that could be done. Upon watching the last person he tried to approach flee in terror, Adham turned and noticed that the citizens of Crocus had managed to maintain a consistent, fearful distance from the stranger as they spoke among themselves in unrecognizable whispers. Lost and confused, Adham's head slumped, his pure-white... "holes", that could be considered eyes, stared down into the ground below, his ambition wrenched and disheartened. For a moment, he stood departed from the crowds, pondering what exactly caused him to be so abhorrent, until something rather... peculiar... finally happened.[break][break]
"So that's who had the whole of Crocus talking. Hello there!", he heard from his rear, which surprised him just as much as his appearance did the citizens of Crocus. The girl's finger attempted to make physical contact with him, but instead she would feel the leathery skin of the camouflaged, albino snake that was cleverly bandaged around his torso, who tried to remain undetected while Adham was publicly humiliating himself in the kingdom. Just as the artificial creature turned to greet the fearless woman, Eden the albino snake returned to her original form, once again slithering around Adham's torso before she raised her head in curiosity to make eye contact with the girl. The bottom half of his freakishly-cut mouth dangled open; he was truly amazed to witness how careless and happy the new acquaintance was, something he never experienced before.[break][break]
"H-Hello...", he replied as he stared into the young woman's eyes with a blank expression. There was a moment of silence, where Adham anticipated the jubilant girl to scream or activate some kind of powerful magic, but she appeared genuinely... nice. "I do not... frighten you?", he questioned the girl, curious why out of the dozens of humans that he had encountered, this one had the audacity to speak to him? Meanwhile, in the near distance, the shock and awe of the glaring crowds heightened from whispers to annoying chattering. Contrary to what a normal person would think, the alienated stranger had no concern for the reasons behind the young girl's ruined clothing... instead, the importance of her awaited response weighed heavier than anything else at that very moment, his body frozen like a statue, yet radiating with a certainly mysterious aura of magic.[break][break]
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
Profile Image: http://i.imgbox.com/IiqLJJwA.jpg
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 16, 2016 13:59:31 GMT
Just as she reached him, the man seemed to put himself in a slouch, and Aisha felt a pang of both sadness and wry amusement stemming from his desolation. She knew all too well what it was like to be outcasted, so she naturally sympathized. But seeing what had happened to her happen to someone else was very entertaining. But then a snake appeared and she pulled her face a little further back, and quickly retracted her ahnd.. " Whoa-- that's quite friend you have.." She gave a low whistle. She hadn't seen much snakes as a kid, so she didn't know much about them. "Eh? Well, you're super scary." Aisha nodded. She could definitely see why everyone was whispering about this guy. He was pitch black, had creepy eyes, owned a pet snake of all things, and most certainly didn't do much to make his appearance any more human than the default setting. "But you know, I'm a mage and if you tried anything funny I guess I wouldn't really hesitate to fight you," she confessed. There had been countless times where she hadn't liked the way people treated her and she'd used her keys as a threat. Plus, anytime anyone got too close, Orion would just casually summon himself and read a book next to her, or something. "I mean. If you're tangible. Are you tangible? I didn't get to see because...you know." Her eyes trailed to the snake. Safe to say, she'd seen enough of the weird to be but mildly surprised at a blob like the one in front of her. She seemed genuinely disappointed that she hadn't gotten to poke the monster, and was now in a position that made it seem strange to do so. "You seem...friendly enough?" She wanted to use the word submissive, but she felt it wouldn't be kind to the blob. People were touchy about the rights of non-humans, as always, and Aisha had gotten into trouble for poking fun at someone's horns, once, so she didn't want a repeat. "Besides--" her eyes moved back down the strange man of sorts and to his stomach where the snake gaped wide at her. "I'm more worried about your friend, here."
She took a step back. "Eh--it doesn't bite, does it?" she asked, tone a little more childish than she had intended. Reptiles were so not her thing. Hydra was more than enough to deal with. Notes ■ Adham ■ @tag ■ oh no its a snek |
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