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  1. Clayface Jedi Knight

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    Silhouette: Twilight?s Wake

    He awoke. A familiar breeze washed over his face, the catalyst behind him rising from deep slumber. Yet, something wasn't quite right.

    The first thing that caught his attention was the rough surface that made up the ground he was on. It was a dull, blood red... A sickening color if there ever was one. He pushed himself up from the prone position he was in before, taking in the change to the environment around him. His mind felt frazzled, and he couldn't seem to remember anything. A resounding din seemed to dim, to confound, to overwhelm his senses. Confused thoughts began to fill the hungry void of his mind. Voices of all kinds, calling.

    They were calling. And calling. He shook his head, almost delirious. Slowly, he forced himself to his feet, trying to push away, to cover up all these thoughts, all this confusion. Anything to clear his head. These thoughts only served to further hamper him. There were too many questions, but there was no one to answer them.

    That was when he saw it.

    Nevermind the sea that stretched far beyond his eye's natural viewing ability, dark, shadowy waters colored a hue of red similar to the ground he was on.

    Nevermind the bluish-red sun that glowed dimly in the skies, a sorrowful light that watched over the distant horizon, threatening to be eclipsed at any moment.

    What mattered most was the lone figure standing on the shores of that very sea, silhouetted against the light of that very sun. He couldn't see who it was, but it was clear enough that it was human. At least, it looked human.

    His thoughts were cut short when he noticed that the figure had tilted its head to one side, as though having detected him. There was a momentary pause, as he held his breath.

    It turned around.

    He could clearly see now, that it was staring back at him... Staring straight back at him through those strange, glowing, yellow eyes. A gaze that seemed to metaphorically penetrate into the depths of his own soul.

    Then it happened.

    The bluish-red sun from earlier suddenly glowed a blazing, shocking white. But it didn't stop there. A split-second later, it seemed to collapse upon itself, before it went all out in a spectacular nova. The man watched as the nova grew, threatening to consume everything in its path.

    For the first time since he awoke, the man felt fear. Shockwaves of energy washed over the planet. He could feel the tremendous forces buffeting him mercilessly as he fell to his knees. Even the very land itself seemed to suffer in agony, groaning from the assault. Yet, this was only the shockwave of the blast. The nova itself had yet to arrive.

    But there was one thing strange about all this: The figure from before. It still stood tall, unwavering amidst the chaos. It continued to observe him, for whatever reason there was.

    Then, it extended a hand towards the man. Almost as though it was beckoning him onwards. The man stared at the figure, and then the hand. The curiosity of it all transfixed him.

    It took him a moment before he realized that the figure wanted him to hold on to its hand.
    At the same time, however, the shockwave increased in its intensity as the nova grew ever larger. Before long, the man found himself forced onto all fours. But he gritted his teeth... And forced himself towards the strange figure.

    Slowly, but surely, he made himself crawl, all the while being pushed towards the rough, stony ground. Time seemed to have turned its back on him. Such was the arduousness of his task. As he looked up, he saw that he was closer... But it was not enough. Not enough.

    He stretched an arm towards the figure, as desperation began to overwhelm his being. At this distance, he could see strange, green lines, almost alien patterns that decorated the figure's hand, glowing softly. He could see a smile on the figure's face. And those eyes, up close they seemed a deep void that appeared to hide some dark secret.

    But he didn't care. That was not important.

    He strained all his being, to reach for that hand. T
  2. PressRedForFreakMode Jedi Knight

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    Character Sheet:

    Name: Ylesia (Yell-e-zhia) Souh (Sue)
    Gender: Female
    Age: 25
    Personality
    ---Traits: Dark humoured, independant, self motivated, serious minded yet sarcastic, has to be the best at the game.
    ---Likes: Work, fashion, city life, money, promotion.
    ---Dislikes: Social meetings, weekends, television, animals, having to check pricetags before purchase.
    ---Habits: Not caring, obsessive organizational skills, smoking, rudeness, arguementative.
    Appearance
    ---Height: 5ft11"
    ---Weight: 8st3lbs- Very slim.
    ---Skin Color: Pale
    ---Hair Color/Style: Straight, fine, waist length. Naturally pure white colour.
    ---Eye Color: White irises.
    ---Clothing: Usually a fitted, pinstripe skirt suit.
    ---Other Details: Long fingernails, a bulky onyx ring on her right hand 3rd finger.
    Biography
    ---Brief History: Working as an Associate Creative Director for major advertising company, Digitas, and trying to work her way up the career ladder, but already is higher than the average 25 year old. Has been living by herself in a suave one bedroom showroom apartment in the city. Growing up, Ylesia was sent to a public school, and managed to keep some friends. Bullies were afraid of her as she would give what she took. High school and further education wasn't a hassle at all. She enjoyed education, as she knew afterwards, it would probably lead to a well paid job. Relationships have been quite rare, and usually revolve around work, but break down soon after establishment. Her job now requires dedication and creativity, and her plan to win at it is to make it her life.
    ---Traumatic Experiences: Parents died when Ylesia was aged 19, due to an inner city train accident. This has helped increase independance and self reliance. No other traumatic events to list.
  3. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Name: Ian Alastor
    Gender: Male
    Age: 28
    Personality
    ---Traits: Calm, charismatic
    ---Likes: Reading, Good food, fencing
    ---Dislikes: Arrogance, pretension
    ---Habits: Pacing, humming
    Appearance
    ---Height: 6' 11"
    ---Weight: 220 lbs
    ---Skin Color: Lightly tanned
    ---Hair Color/Style: Black hair, reasonably long
    ---Eye Color: Blue
    ---Clothing: Pinstripe suit, bowler hat.
    ---Other Details: Fairly good-looking
    Biography
    ---Brief History: Ian Alastor is a highly successful businessman who made his way up the corporate ladder through hard work and steadfast dedication.
    ---Traumatic Experiences: None.
  4. Clayface Jedi Knight

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    Upping this for any further interest.
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