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| + | Now then, a simple and shortened example of a sign up. This is actually written by my girlfriend, and edited slightly by me, so its gonna look ugly, but you'll see basically how the form goes. | ||
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| + | Name: Rosetta Cromwell | ||
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| + | Sex: Female | ||
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| + | Age: 24 | ||
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| + | Residence: Arthmeios | ||
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| + | Profession: Master Archer, Mediocre Strategist | ||
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| + | Appearance: Many people are surprised to meet a very feminine young woman, with very feminine features, in the army. Rosetta stands at about 5'2'' and is very petite all around. Her face appears young, almost angelic. She has very round, soft green eyes, drawing people's attention to her face. Her skin is a light beige, never managing to tan or change. Her face is lightly blotted pink around the apples of her cheeks, giving her a permanent girlish appearance, with soft pink lips to match. Her coffee colored hair is long and flowing, reaching to just above her elbows. She usually has her hair pulled up into some kind of pony tail, or a knotted bun. She very rarely leaves it down. She has a womanly figure, with gentle curves, toned over the years of training, but not so much to make her unattractive. Behind her left knee lies her small birthmark, the supposed kisses from angels when you are a baby. Hers is a grouping of small brown dots…one in the shape of a heart. | ||
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| + | On a usual day, her attire is simple and modest. Black pants are a staple, and she is rarely seen in anything else. Her shoes are plain brown, comfortable looking and worn-in. For a top she has a fitting bluish-green colored shirt. On cold days she wears a gray overcoat. She takes her brown knapsack with her everywhere. | ||
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| + | Being an archer in the Harronan army, Rosetta's clothing is lightweight, but well-protected. She wears navy blue pants and a black long sleeve shirt. Over her clothes lies a tunic of gold, symbolizing her high rank among the archers, and on front appears the military logo. Her green beret is simple and emblazoned with the military logo as well. At her side lies a useful knapsack for easy access to supplies and the like. Inside she often carries a handgun as well. Her boots are simply plain black and mid-shin length. She has never enjoyed heavy boots, always feeling that when she walks her feet are bound in cement. Her black gloves are tiny, to suit her small, nimble fingers. Her black quiver, full of ammunition, rests on her back. | ||
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| + | Typically, Rosetta uses the typical bow and arrow, but is skilled with both that and the crossbow. She prefers her bow and arrow, but in certain situations will choose the crossbow. She knows both instruments well from time-honored* practice, determination, and of course behind every student is a good teacher. She uses her yew bow, left to her by her grandfather. On the wood are simple designs that have become worn from so much use. She buys swan feather arrows, believing she works best with them. She also has her own crossbow, though its nothing out of the ordinary. She believes that much more skill goes into the bow and arrow. Her gun is small and light, simply there for her protection rather then combat. It is her "just-in-case," though she trusted her bow and her practice of it. | ||
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| + | Personality: Rosetta has always been a strong-minded woman, and anyone who has met her would not hesitate in confirming just that. She has a somewhat serious veneer, making others relate to her in a very business-like way. She tries not to get too close to those she works with in battles. People have come to depend on her for her intelligence and dependability. She is an unmistakably determined young woman, and would be willing to challenge anyone in the right state of mind. Though she realizes she does not know everything, it hits her hard when she fails. | ||
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| + | Outside of her job, Rosetta is a shy woman, who mainly keeps to herself. She has a few close friends, and of course her family, but she generally likes to be alone. She has grown to be an intelligent woman through her collection of books that inherited from her grandfather. | ||
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| + | Close friends and family who know Rosetta describe her as a carefree, humorous woman. Though she is shy, her shyness only serves to make her even more beautiful . She isn't as confident as she may come across to most. Even though her quiet, subtle beauty may not attract every man, her family and friends know she has admirers she does not give a chance, hiding behind her books and her job. | ||
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| + | Biography: Rosetta was born into a cloud of marital bliss, and a tightknit family. Her mother Adele and her father Geramiah, were the absolute epitome of a happy couple. They were married very young, about 19, and they were passionate with love between them, and nigh a year later, they were pregnant with their first child Heath. Rosetta's older brother Heath is an extremely carefree man. As kids he always used to play practical jokes on her, and she used to hate him for it. He had many friends, for he was gifted with a very congenial personality. When he grew into his teenage years, many a young lady competed for his attentions, but his eye settled on just one in particular. Her name was Lilian. When Heath was about 20 or so, he married Lilian as an honorable man should, and got a steady job as locksmith. For years and years they tried to have children, for Heath so desperately wanted a son, but Lilian was not likely to conceive many doctors said. Miraculously, one spring, she became pregnant. Everyone was very joyous for the couple, and there was even a celebration, but alas ill-fated fortune was in their path. Lilian became sick with pneumonia, and lost the baby. A short few days after she lost the child, she was deemed never to be able to carry a child again. Devastated with disbelief, but conscious of Lilian's feelings, he tried to forget and move on, but everyone could tell his disappointment, and his relationship with his wife was never the same. | ||
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| + | About 5 years after her parents had Heath Rosetta was born. Geremiah was already overjoyed with a son, so now it was Adele's turn to be taken over with happiness. Right from the start, Rosetta was loved and cared for like no other. Her mother fussed over everything and adored the beautiful baby girl God had given her. As she grew into a young girl, Adele became more and more protective of her daughter, for when she was younger, she lost her sister to a stranger. So, during her childhood years, Rosetta was rarely let out of the house to play like normal children. Her brother Heath was allowed to run around in the square with other children, and so, without the aid of her brother, Rosetta needed to find something else to entertain her. She began to read every book in the house. By the time she was ready to go to school, she was ahead of most of her classes and felt bored with it. By 10, she was ready to quit. The only thing that kept her in school was that it allowed her to watch people. By then she was very shy, but she did have a few close friends. It was not even her friends that kept her there, it was the fact that she could watch people, and somehow feel a part of people's lives. Something she never could get from her mother's unending love. | ||
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| + | One day, shortly after her 12th birthday, she came home from school to find a tall old man, with wispy white hair and a scraggly beard sitting at her kitchen table. Next to him were piles of small bags and a wooden trunk. | ||
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| + | Smart little Rosetta asked the man what his name was. | ||
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| + | "Well, little miss. My name is Bryant, but if I'm not mistaken I think you're supposed to call me grandpa." | ||
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| + | From that day forward grandpa Bryant (her mother's father) lived with the family. He was mysterious and blunt. Not your typical old grandpa, rather rugged at that. He came with bags, and set most of them up somewhere in the woods. For about 3 days he lugged bags out to the woods, and Rosetta barely got to speak to this new figure. One night at dinner, inquiring young miss she was, she asked him what he was so busy with back in the woods behind their house. | ||
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| + | "Hmph…well isn't someone nosy?" He said with a scowl and finished eating and left for his room in the basement. | ||
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| + | "Don't mind him honey. His wife…Grandma Flora…just died a few weeks ago. Just leave him alone." | ||
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| + | Rosetta couldn't take such a simple answer. After supper that night, right on schedule Grandpa Bryant left the house and headed towards the woods. Quiet as the dead, she slipped out of the house and stealthily followed the white-hair man into the forest as it was getting dark. As they came towards a clearing, she began to see a shed, and what looked to be targets. The little girl hid behind a tall oak tree and peeked out onto her grandpa's activities. She saw him unlock the shed, go in, and return with a large weapon of some sort. It looked like it had something pointy on one end. Rosetta heard a noise in the woods and looked away for one minute, and then was startled back to looking at her grandpa as she head a huge <I>whoosh</I> through the air and then a <I>thunk</I>. There point was in the target…on the bulls eye. She watched him do this again, this time more intently. His motions were fascinating her, and she watched as the man very intently maneuvered the bow to just the right spot, and could see the concentration in the air. <I>whoosh!</I> Another bulls eye. Awed by this fascinating new thing, Rosetta lost balance from behind the tree and fell forward, snapping a few small twigs and rustling some leaves. Quickly recoiling behind the tree, her breathing slowed to a minimum as she could almost picture the man looking around for the source of the noise. | ||
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| + | "What in God's name are you doing out here?" She jumped and let out a little scream as the man's scraggly face appeared from behind the other side of the tree. "Calm down," he said, "I know I'm ugly but I'm not that scary am I?" Not knowing how to react Rosetta just stood solemnly still and watched the man for some kind of expression. She looked down to his hands to see the weapon still held tightly in his grip. | ||
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| + | "Did you see me using this?" He said almost with a grin. She nodded solemnly, looking him in the eye. | ||
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| + | "Would you like to know what it is?" She nodded again. | ||
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| + | "It's a crossbow. But…I have something better. Would you like to learn?" She nodded. | ||
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| + | "Well…if you stop being so mute, and promise not to tell your mother then I will." She nodded again and then jumped up and squeaked a solid yes. | ||
| + | "Alright then." He smiled this time, and took her over to the shed, not knowing he had ignited young woman's life fire. | ||
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| + | Every day after that, Rosetta followed him to the clearing, and for the first few days he was upset at her disobedience, but then he grew fond of the little girl, calling her Rosie, he started inviting her with him. She mostly watched. | ||
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| + | Then one night, he came to her and asked her if she wanted to learn. He told her if she said yes she better mean it, because once you start learning there was no way she was giving up. She pondered this for a second and spoke a solid yes. | ||
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| + | He was her only teacher, and he trained her hard. Some days she would hate him for not letting her give up, since she was impatient and unskilled. But every day he would just tell her if she put the bow down, he wouldn't teach her any more. He taught her everything there was to know about the bow. After learning to shoot the bow properly he told her to make the bow a part of her. For weeks, and months that was all he said to her. She almost gave up on so many occasions, but he knew how impatient she was, and wouldn't let her give up. She didn't understand what he meant. One day, watching him, in a fury of tears and anger, Rosetta looked up to see Grandpa Bryant aiming intently. This time he wasn't aiming at a target, he was aiming at a small circle on a tree. She watched the fluid of his motions as he pulled back the string and released, making it look as if it was no effort.. and he managed to hit the circle as well. She became determined to look like that too. After about a month of practice and newly found patience, the girl was undeniably one of the best. Though he said she still had some work, she became increasingly better at the skill of archery. | ||
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| + | Before he could finish her lessons, Grandpa Bryant died. Old age everyone said. Rosetta, of course, was constricted with grief. For days she wouldn't talk to anyone. She would wander to the clearing and sit and look at everything they had done together. She liked the silence, feeling it's comfort. She began to go through the shed and stumbled upon a letter addressed to her. It left everything in the clearing to herself, as long as she wanted it, and as long as she promised to never give up on it. It also left her a huge collection of books he said he kept in his basement room. Right then and there she cried every last bit of tears in her, and she vowed to become the absolute best archer she could make herself be…she felt it was the only way she could make her grandfather proud. | ||
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| + | Rosetta finished up high school, and despite the new spider attacks joined the army, training as an archer. Her mother still to this day does not approve for such a dangerous job for her beautiful Rosetta, but has come to accept it. Rosetta's passion for her bow mounted, and she was determined to reach the top of her ranks. Climbing up the ladder, within 2 years of being in the army, she managed to receive a high-ranking archer position. She was shocked to hear news of the spiders, and was almost scared enough to back out of going into the army for it…but refused to be scared down by anything. She tried to make herself seem fearless, but some nights she would sit in the clearing and cry out of fright. After the first two winters, she managed to stay alive, and became resistant to fear. Though she has had some nasty scars from the battle with the wretched spiders year after year, Rosetta still stays in the army, continuing her grandpa Bryant's love for archery. | ||
Revision as of 04:20, 11 February 2007
This is Just Yosh It here, putting up two things. First is a few examples of my writing, and second is an example of a typical Gamefaqs RP/FF style sign up. Enjoy.
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OOC: It should be noted that this is an excerpt from a wonderful RP that I participated in last year. My character is Dion. He's your typical fighter type, Epicant is his rather standard broad sword. Hope is his wife. Throughout the RP, Dion experiences most of the emotional and mental growth, which culminates in him switching sides at the very end of the RP. (The sides were balanced with seven players on each side to start, but due to drops and inactivity it became unbalanced, opening a slot for me :D). Hope experiences most of the physical, which results in her going from a stronger than average housewife sick in bed to someone who can hold her own against a better than average soldier. Donny is Dion's best friend who secretly is jealous of him and is very fond of his wife. When Dion switches sides, they are destined to meet in battle. Reiz is my fellow collaborator's character. His weapon, Strauss, is a rifle with a strong personality. You'd have to read the whole thing, including his parts, to really understand. XD These scenes take place at the end of the storyline when Dion and his friend and ally Reiz switch sides and join a rebellion against the organization Silvin Kru, a school of military that is secretly brainwashing its students and turning them into blood thirsty instruments of destruction. If you have any questions about the plot line (this was a collaboration and I only have my parts of the battle) let me know.
Slice.
One old ally fell to the ground.
Stab.
A second.
Chop.
Three.
Four, five, six...
Dion and Reiz charged up the stairs, surrounded by Silvin Kru warriors. Some fought along side them, some fought against them. All, he knew, were nothing like they were just a month prior.
Hope lashed her whip at a foe ahead of Dion, knocking him backwards into the crowd of warriors still loyal to the Kru. She fought admirably considering her minimal training. The whip was certainly doing the trick, as the deep gashes and broken cheek bones of the fallen foe attested. Dion lunged upwards at another soldier, driving Epicant straight
into his gut.
They can't get by me. Not now. I'm too strong.
"Get...out...of...my...way!" roared Dion as he swiftly climbed the stair case. Reiz was close behind him, taking down soldier after soldier.
Adrenaline surged within the traitor as he smashed his way through the mob of retreating soldiers. He laughed as they began to duck away into little nooks along the way, their weapons long since dropped in surrender.
"We're winning, Reiz! We're really winning!"
Reiz was still calm, however. He nailed a foe in the forehead with the butt of Strauss, sending him reeling backwards. He stomped over him as he continued to climb. Dion might be enjoying this, but Reiz knew that even while aiding his old allies, he was still a traitor. The Kru had fought along side him. These people were at one point his friends and comrades.
"Dion," uttered Reiz lightly as they continued climbing the stairs, "We're traitors now. Sure, we're fighting an evil organization, but we've still betrayed all these young men in the process. Does that make us...evil?"
Dion slowed down, pondering Reiz's question. He was right. They were traitors, through and through, especially Dion. He had no ties to Krois. He wished death upon at least one of his new allies. Only one among them did he consider worth his trust, and yet he had switched sides anyway.
"I...don't think you are, Reiz. These are your old friends, and they needed your help. Myself, however...I'm a bit different. Krois's force is not the reason I've changed sides. I've swapped because I hate the Silvin Kru. My betrayal is evil. Yours is not."
Dion continued to slow down even more, letting eager ex-Kru members pass him. Reiz slowed as well to match his pace.
"Dion--," Reiz was quickly cut off by the sprite-like figure dashing towards them from behind.
"You aren't evil, you knucklehead!" Hope lightly rapped Dion on the top of his head.
"These people have wronged you and I so many times! Sure, vengeance is wrong, but if you join the good guys to fight the bad guys, doesn't that make you a good guy as well?"
Dion chuckled. "I suppose so, Hope. I suppose so..."
The three were silent for a moment. Dion shot a glance at Reiz, and a small smirk unraveled across his face.
"We better catch up."
He winked, then charged up the stairs, leaving Hope and Reiz in his dust.
"Quite the husband you have there, Hope." Reiz laughed.
"Quite the husband, indeed," muttered Hope with a contented sigh.
Rucien's room appeared empty at first, but Dion couldn't shake the feeling that something was drawing them inside. He peeked inside, but found nothing.
"Looks like its empty."
He slowly entered, carefully running his eyes across every bit of the room.
Dion heard a slight creak, and turned quickly to his left.
Before him stood Levine Horowitz, prodigy of the Silvin Kru.
He tightened his gloves down and drew Epicant.
"It's about time. Hope, watch the door."
Without warning, both Dion and Reiz snapped into action. Levine had a massive pike in his hands, but didn't appear to be burdened by its weight. Dion brought Epicant towards Levine as Reiz jumped into the air above him, firing off Strauss.
Levine sidestepped Reiz's shot. It was just a little off, but not so much that he should have missed.
"Impressive, Levine. But let's see what happens when you meet with brute strength!"
Epicant slammed into Levine's pike. However, Levine didn't bother sitting in a dead lock. Instead, he opted to flip up onto Epicant's blade, slamming his boot into Dion's shocked face.
Dion fell to the ground, dazed. "Reiz, careful! He's like lightning when he moves."
Reiz clashed with Levine's pike blade, stopping his attacks. The problem was, he was being pushed back towards the balcony.
"Dion, could you help me out?" Reiz was nervous. If he had knocked someone of Dion's size down with one kick like that, he didn't want to know what that boot would do to his own body, much less if it was followed by that giant pike.
Dion grabbed a chair and hurled it at Levine, slamming into his back. Reiz took his momentary lapse in concentration to knock the pike from his hands and out over the balcony. He moved back closer to Dion inside.
"I didn't need the pike, anyway. It was only slowing me down." From his back, Levine drew a pair of menacing scimitars. Each blade had remarkable, jagged teeth running down to the hand guard.
Vicious, just like Levine, thought Dion.
"Umm...Dion...!"
Dion turned to see Hope backing away from the door. Silvin Kru members began to enter the room, weapons drawn.
"They don't look like friends, Dion..." Dion thought quickly.
"Reiz, Levine's starting to slow down. Can you handle him alone while I push back our unwelcome guests?"
Reiz sighed and glared at Levine, who had since cracked a sadistic smile. "As long as I get to wipe that grin off his face, I'll be fine."
Dion lunged towards the door. Hope had backed away, but was hesitating to attack.
She's afraid...poor girl. What have I gotten her into?
Epicant struck one of the Silvin Kru members in the side, killing them instantly. The men kept pouring in, almost uncaring. Some even laughed.
"You can't win, Dion. It's over. Levine will kill Reiz, and you and Hope will be overwhelmed. Surrender, Dion."
Who is that...wait...no...
The man pushing through the crowd of warriors, the man who had just spoken, was Donny.
"Donny, you're still fighting with them!? You have to stop! Krois is strong, stronger than the Kru. You won't win. Besides, you are a good man! Why would you want to fight for an evil organization?"
Donny shook his head in dismay. "The Silvin Kru created who I am today. Because of them, I am strong enough to destroy even you, Dion. Because of them, people fear me. The respect me.
"Because of them, I will have whatever I want. And...today, that is Hope."
Hope froze. Dion backed towards her, arm outstretched in front of her.
"Donny...you bastard. You won't lay a finger on my wife."
Donny kept inching closer.
"Dion, you have to die today. It's the way it is. Did you know that I was the one that had everyone pull back that day we killed your family? Yes, you did a wonderful job of protecting your wife, but you know as well as I do that at the time, you could not have possibly handled a dozen senior members of the Kru. It was I who gave the order to stop, to leave Hope alive, and I didn't do it for you."
"Donny, don't you dare continue," uttered Dion nervously. He had a strong feeling that his friend meant business, and nothing he could do would change things.
Donny ignored Dion, and continued walking towards Hope.
"You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman, Hope. You're beautiful, innocent, graceful, kind...I must have you. I've trained these past few years so that I could make you mine, Hope."
"Goddammit, Donny! Think of what you are saying! You aren't like this, Donny, I know you aren't!" Hope was furious.
"I'm sorry, Hope, but for now I have to be. Once your husband is out of the way, however, I promise I'll be Donny again. For you."
Dion had had enough.
"Dontus, you scumbag!"
His fist crashed into Donny's face, sending him staggering backwards.
"Dion, you've had this coming for a long time. Ever since I threw that fight for you, you've gotten more popular with every passing day. People love you, they respect you more than they respect me, the man who essentially saved your life when you first entered the Kru. You were so weak, you would have never made it without me. I'm the only reason you're here, and I'll be the reason you die.
"Get them."
OOC: Upon finishing this, I find myself exceptionally proud of what I've created. I feel that this time I've trully broken past my usual somewhat robotic style and injected intense emotion into both my development and my combat. I hope you enjoy it, errors and all. ^_^ Oh, and, told you I'd get it done. XD
As a side note, I've included in this email the entire file of all the pieces for your convience. Just keep in mind that they are as yet unedited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling. Tell me what you think.
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Reiz was gone. Levine was gone. A dozen Silvin Kru members were converging on Dion quickly.
"I won't let you touch her!"
Dion pushed Hope backwards and went into a spin, knocking the first group of foes backward. As he stabilized himself, Dion noticed a club heading towards his face. He dodged the oncoming blow and countered with one of his own, burying Epicant into the warrior's right hip. He cried out in pain as Dion yanked the blade from its new flesh sheath and brought it towards another enemy who met a similar fate.
"Not bad, Dion," laughed Donny, "But you still can't win."
The butt of a spear slammed Dion in the chest, knocking the wind out of him.
"See, Hope? Do you see how superior I am?"
Dion fought to regain his composure as Donny threw another strike at him. This time, Dion parried the blow and sliced Epicant upwards into Donny's spear, sending it flying backwards. Donny dove behind another Silvin Kru member as Dion attempted a killing blow. The sword instead sliced into the confused soldier, who slumped to the ground, dead.
"Superior, huh? Please. You need these men to beat me, Donny. Fight me alone. Send them away. They aren't needed. If you really are 'superior', you'll send them away."
Donny seemed to ponder the idea for a moment.
"I don't think that's a very good idea, Dion. You see...I promised them the chance to, ahem, reap the spoils as well."
His bloodshot eyes seemed to drill holes in Hope's dress.
"You sick--"
A knife buried itself into Dion's side. I--lost concentration. Damn it all!
Dion stumbled back, clutching his wounded side. Donny had retrieved his spear, and moved forward to punish Dion further. He hit Dion in the face with flat of the spear's metal tip. He fell forcefully to the floor.
"Dion!!" shrieked Hope, who began to lash her whip about in a frenzy. Much to the surprise of the men closing in on her, the whip hurt. Badly.
Two men fell to her wrathful outburst. One man got close enough to grab her, but Hope remembered the dagger Dion had given her earlier. She drew it and sliced the man's chest open as she wrenched free of his grasp.
Dion was barely conscious now. Silvin Kru members beat him with everything they could find. The flats of swords, the butt of their spears, chairs, even their own fists.
The-the end...ho..pe..
The enemy had Hope now. Two men were carrying her off towards the exit. She screamed, writhing in their grasp, but could not free herself.
"Dion!! Dion!! Help me...!! Oh god...!!"
Donny crouched beside the battered body of Dion. "Your woman is being dragged off, your body is broken. Admit defeat, Dion. You are done for."
Dion spat blood in Donny's face, barely able to utter the word "bastard" before Donny gave him a backhand to the face.
"Show some respect, Dion! I'm an old friend, remember!?"
"None of you...none of you were friends...you all...you all used me..."
Dion could only whisper. His strength was fading fast. He could feel his life flame about to extinguish. Hope's shrieks filled his mind.
"Dion. I have something I want you to know before you die."
He didn't have a choice. He listened. It was all over anyway.
"I killed him. I killed your father. He didn't die of worry, or depression. I assassinated him. Owen, your mentor, tried to stop me, but to no avail. Eventually, I killed him too. I am Death, Dion. All this time I've helped you, it's only been because I've been waiting for this day. The day I would be able to defeat you in front of everyone. Do you remember your stepfather? Do you remember how his face was twisted in pain and agony? I choked him to death with my own hands. These two hands that will take your wife within the hour."
"Dion!! Please!! Get up!!" shrieked Hope.
Donny...he's killed...everyone? He's an assassin, he's been using me, he's killed all that's dear to me, he's taking my wife away, he's--
"GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Donny stumbled backwards.
"Wh-what the hell!?"
Dion's eyes burnt brightly. His strength, his emotion, it surged within him.
"I-I wi-will KILL you! I will KILL you ALL!"
Dion jumped to his feet. Everything inside him burnt.
He had ascended. Everything he had ever regretted, everything he had ever wished revenge upon was embodied in this battle. Sirat form was the only answer.
With his bare hands, Dion slammed a Silvin Kru member's face into the stone wall, grinding his ripped flesh into the stones. He tossed him into the crowd of terrified onlookers. They had dropped Hope now, some of them ducking out the door.
Dion picked up Epicant and turned towards Donny.
"YOU..."
The last thing Donny ever saw was the edge of Epicant as it ripped across his eyes, blinding him. He screamed in agony as he sank back into a wall, blood spraying from the spot where his eyes had once rested.
Dion's next move was to dive right into the fray, chopping up the Silvin Kru members as they fled from the room. He followed them into the hall, until at last, he slumped back down to his knees exhausted.
Hope crawled over to him, and rested her hand on his shoulder. He twisted quickly, grabbing her as if she were a foe, but when his eyes met hers...
Dion collapsed in Hope's arms. He was tired, and he didn't want to move. They were gone, and all he wanted now was to be with her.
Hope attempted to heal him, but she could do little. Dion's Sirat form expired, so the strength that had powered him moments ago was completely gone. Her auraword rang out, slowly closing his wounds.
"Come on Dion...you better make it! After all of that, if you die now..."
She sobbed.
"...I'll never forgive you."
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Now then, a simple and shortened example of a sign up. This is actually written by my girlfriend, and edited slightly by me, so its gonna look ugly, but you'll see basically how the form goes.
Name: Rosetta Cromwell
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Residence: Arthmeios
Profession: Master Archer, Mediocre Strategist
Appearance: Many people are surprised to meet a very feminine young woman, with very feminine features, in the army. Rosetta stands at about 5'2 and is very petite all around. Her face appears young, almost angelic. She has very round, soft green eyes, drawing people's attention to her face. Her skin is a light beige, never managing to tan or change. Her face is lightly blotted pink around the apples of her cheeks, giving her a permanent girlish appearance, with soft pink lips to match. Her coffee colored hair is long and flowing, reaching to just above her elbows. She usually has her hair pulled up into some kind of pony tail, or a knotted bun. She very rarely leaves it down. She has a womanly figure, with gentle curves, toned over the years of training, but not so much to make her unattractive. Behind her left knee lies her small birthmark, the supposed kisses from angels when you are a baby. Hers is a grouping of small brown dots…one in the shape of a heart.
On a usual day, her attire is simple and modest. Black pants are a staple, and she is rarely seen in anything else. Her shoes are plain brown, comfortable looking and worn-in. For a top she has a fitting bluish-green colored shirt. On cold days she wears a gray overcoat. She takes her brown knapsack with her everywhere.
Being an archer in the Harronan army, Rosetta's clothing is lightweight, but well-protected. She wears navy blue pants and a black long sleeve shirt. Over her clothes lies a tunic of gold, symbolizing her high rank among the archers, and on front appears the military logo. Her green beret is simple and emblazoned with the military logo as well. At her side lies a useful knapsack for easy access to supplies and the like. Inside she often carries a handgun as well. Her boots are simply plain black and mid-shin length. She has never enjoyed heavy boots, always feeling that when she walks her feet are bound in cement. Her black gloves are tiny, to suit her small, nimble fingers. Her black quiver, full of ammunition, rests on her back.
Typically, Rosetta uses the typical bow and arrow, but is skilled with both that and the crossbow. She prefers her bow and arrow, but in certain situations will choose the crossbow. She knows both instruments well from time-honored* practice, determination, and of course behind every student is a good teacher. She uses her yew bow, left to her by her grandfather. On the wood are simple designs that have become worn from so much use. She buys swan feather arrows, believing she works best with them. She also has her own crossbow, though its nothing out of the ordinary. She believes that much more skill goes into the bow and arrow. Her gun is small and light, simply there for her protection rather then combat. It is her "just-in-case," though she trusted her bow and her practice of it.
(* I don’t think this fits, but I don’t know what to do with it.)
Personality: Rosetta has always been a strong-minded woman, and anyone who has met her would not hesitate in confirming just that. She has a somewhat serious veneer, making others relate to her in a very business-like way. She tries not to get too close to those she works with in battles. People have come to depend on her for her intelligence and dependability. She is an unmistakably determined young woman, and would be willing to challenge anyone in the right state of mind. Though she realizes she does not know everything, it hits her hard when she fails.
Outside of her job, Rosetta is a shy woman, who mainly keeps to herself. She has a few close friends, and of course her family, but she generally likes to be alone. She has grown to be an intelligent woman through her collection of books that inherited from her grandfather.
Close friends and family who know Rosetta describe her as a carefree, humorous woman. Though she is shy, her shyness only serves to make her even more beautiful . She isn't as confident as she may come across to most. Even though her quiet, subtle beauty may not attract every man, her family and friends know she has admirers she does not give a chance, hiding behind her books and her job.
Biography: Rosetta was born into a cloud of marital bliss, and a tightknit family. Her mother Adele and her father Geramiah, were the absolute epitome of a happy couple. They were married very young, about 19, and they were passionate with love between them, and nigh a year later, they were pregnant with their first child Heath. Rosetta's older brother Heath is an extremely carefree man. As kids he always used to play practical jokes on her, and she used to hate him for it. He had many friends, for he was gifted with a very congenial personality. When he grew into his teenage years, many a young lady competed for his attentions, but his eye settled on just one in particular. Her name was Lilian. When Heath was about 20 or so, he married Lilian as an honorable man should, and got a steady job as locksmith. For years and years they tried to have children, for Heath so desperately wanted a son, but Lilian was not likely to conceive many doctors said. Miraculously, one spring, she became pregnant. Everyone was very joyous for the couple, and there was even a celebration, but alas ill-fated fortune was in their path. Lilian became sick with pneumonia, and lost the baby. A short few days after she lost the child, she was deemed never to be able to carry a child again. Devastated with disbelief, but conscious of Lilian's feelings, he tried to forget and move on, but everyone could tell his disappointment, and his relationship with his wife was never the same.
About 5 years after her parents had Heath Rosetta was born. Geremiah was already overjoyed with a son, so now it was Adele's turn to be taken over with happiness. Right from the start, Rosetta was loved and cared for like no other. Her mother fussed over everything and adored the beautiful baby girl God had given her. As she grew into a young girl, Adele became more and more protective of her daughter, for when she was younger, she lost her sister to a stranger. So, during her childhood years, Rosetta was rarely let out of the house to play like normal children. Her brother Heath was allowed to run around in the square with other children, and so, without the aid of her brother, Rosetta needed to find something else to entertain her. She began to read every book in the house. By the time she was ready to go to school, she was ahead of most of her classes and felt bored with it. By 10, she was ready to quit. The only thing that kept her in school was that it allowed her to watch people. By then she was very shy, but she did have a few close friends. It was not even her friends that kept her there, it was the fact that she could watch people, and somehow feel a part of people's lives. Something she never could get from her mother's unending love.
One day, shortly after her 12th birthday, she came home from school to find a tall old man, with wispy white hair and a scraggly beard sitting at her kitchen table. Next to him were piles of small bags and a wooden trunk.
Smart little Rosetta asked the man what his name was.
"Well, little miss. My name is Bryant, but if I'm not mistaken I think you're supposed to call me grandpa."
From that day forward grandpa Bryant (her mother's father) lived with the family. He was mysterious and blunt. Not your typical old grandpa, rather rugged at that. He came with bags, and set most of them up somewhere in the woods. For about 3 days he lugged bags out to the woods, and Rosetta barely got to speak to this new figure. One night at dinner, inquiring young miss she was, she asked him what he was so busy with back in the woods behind their house.
"Hmph…well isn't someone nosy?" He said with a scowl and finished eating and left for his room in the basement.
"Don't mind him honey. His wife…Grandma Flora…just died a few weeks ago. Just leave him alone."
Rosetta couldn't take such a simple answer. After supper that night, right on schedule Grandpa Bryant left the house and headed towards the woods. Quiet as the dead, she slipped out of the house and stealthily followed the white-hair man into the forest as it was getting dark. As they came towards a clearing, she began to see a shed, and what looked to be targets. The little girl hid behind a tall oak tree and peeked out onto her grandpa's activities. She saw him unlock the shed, go in, and return with a large weapon of some sort. It looked like it had something pointy on one end. Rosetta heard a noise in the woods and looked away for one minute, and then was startled back to looking at her grandpa as she head a huge whoosh through the air and then a thunk. There point was in the target…on the bulls eye. She watched him do this again, this time more intently. His motions were fascinating her, and she watched as the man very intently maneuvered the bow to just the right spot, and could see the concentration in the air. whoosh! Another bulls eye. Awed by this fascinating new thing, Rosetta lost balance from behind the tree and fell forward, snapping a few small twigs and rustling some leaves. Quickly recoiling behind the tree, her breathing slowed to a minimum as she could almost picture the man looking around for the source of the noise.
"What in God's name are you doing out here?" She jumped and let out a little scream as the man's scraggly face appeared from behind the other side of the tree. "Calm down," he said, "I know I'm ugly but I'm not that scary am I?" Not knowing how to react Rosetta just stood solemnly still and watched the man for some kind of expression. She looked down to his hands to see the weapon still held tightly in his grip.
"Did you see me using this?" He said almost with a grin. She nodded solemnly, looking him in the eye.
"Would you like to know what it is?" She nodded again.
"It's a crossbow. But…I have something better. Would you like to learn?" She nodded.
"Well…if you stop being so mute, and promise not to tell your mother then I will." She nodded again and then jumped up and squeaked a solid yes. "Alright then." He smiled this time, and took her over to the shed, not knowing he had ignited young woman's life fire.
Every day after that, Rosetta followed him to the clearing, and for the first few days he was upset at her disobedience, but then he grew fond of the little girl, calling her Rosie, he started inviting her with him. She mostly watched.
Then one night, he came to her and asked her if she wanted to learn. He told her if she said yes she better mean it, because once you start learning there was no way she was giving up. She pondered this for a second and spoke a solid yes.
He was her only teacher, and he trained her hard. Some days she would hate him for not letting her give up, since she was impatient and unskilled. But every day he would just tell her if she put the bow down, he wouldn't teach her any more. He taught her everything there was to know about the bow. After learning to shoot the bow properly he told her to make the bow a part of her. For weeks, and months that was all he said to her. She almost gave up on so many occasions, but he knew how impatient she was, and wouldn't let her give up. She didn't understand what he meant. One day, watching him, in a fury of tears and anger, Rosetta looked up to see Grandpa Bryant aiming intently. This time he wasn't aiming at a target, he was aiming at a small circle on a tree. She watched the fluid of his motions as he pulled back the string and released, making it look as if it was no effort.. and he managed to hit the circle as well. She became determined to look like that too. After about a month of practice and newly found patience, the girl was undeniably one of the best. Though he said she still had some work, she became increasingly better at the skill of archery.
Before he could finish her lessons, Grandpa Bryant died. Old age everyone said. Rosetta, of course, was constricted with grief. For days she wouldn't talk to anyone. She would wander to the clearing and sit and look at everything they had done together. She liked the silence, feeling it's comfort. She began to go through the shed and stumbled upon a letter addressed to her. It left everything in the clearing to herself, as long as she wanted it, and as long as she promised to never give up on it. It also left her a huge collection of books he said he kept in his basement room. Right then and there she cried every last bit of tears in her, and she vowed to become the absolute best archer she could make herself be…she felt it was the only way she could make her grandfather proud.
Rosetta finished up high school, and despite the new spider attacks joined the army, training as an archer. Her mother still to this day does not approve for such a dangerous job for her beautiful Rosetta, but has come to accept it. Rosetta's passion for her bow mounted, and she was determined to reach the top of her ranks. Climbing up the ladder, within 2 years of being in the army, she managed to receive a high-ranking archer position. She was shocked to hear news of the spiders, and was almost scared enough to back out of going into the army for it…but refused to be scared down by anything. She tried to make herself seem fearless, but some nights she would sit in the clearing and cry out of fright. After the first two winters, she managed to stay alive, and became resistant to fear. Though she has had some nasty scars from the battle with the wretched spiders year after year, Rosetta still stays in the army, continuing her grandpa Bryant's love for archery.
