let the sky burn bright [o]

[circapunk]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:246px; width:147px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]Leon Reid[/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#7d7d7d]BLOOD IS THE WAY TO REVOLUTION[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:#7d7d7d]► RACE: MUTANT ► AGE: 28 ► SEXUALITY: HETERO ► OCCUPATION: DEITY LEADER[/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]the fierce deity says,[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]► A beautiful day in the Northern Charis District. Nothing seemed to be going wrong, in fact everything was fantastic for the lives of these rich, ignorant humans. Leon, dressed up fancy in a general's military uniform, went about strolling through street with not a care in the world. Holstered gun on his right hip and his sword sheathed to his right. He greeted all the pedestrians with a warming smile and greetings, even giving the extra wink to the lovely ladies who would giggle and blush. He was indeed a charming man, but if only you could see the true images in his mind. He continued on with his stroll to stop by one of the markets of which he grabbed an apple and paid the tenant. He took a great bite out of that apple and sighed with relief and satisfaction. "You there, keeper. What do you think of this war. You're an old-timer, perhaps you have words of wisdom to cease the madness?" The shop-keep looked at the Leon in awe of his questions, "Well, sir. I mean, you are a general... I would imagine the correct way of thinking was to destroy every trace of mutated genes.. sir." Leon chuckles, "Very good, sir. Very good. For your trouble, here's a tip." Leon drops a wad of cash on the shop-keeps counter and begins to walk away with the keeper praising the 'general' and urging him to come back soon. Leon begins thinking, they'd be no need for that. He pulls out a switch and and presses a red button which in turn detonates a massive explosion that incinerates the shop. But that wasn't all. The detonation chained to several high-class homes with their unsuspecting families still inside. "Oh, my. It seems my finger slipped.." A sinister smirk grew on the face of this ruthless man. Several of the military policeman came over to their 'genera' to ask for order. "Well don't just stand there, go help them! People could be dying!" The men salute Leon and run over to the burning rubble. Leon continues to walk away, disappearing in the chaos, but not beforehand reaching into his coat pocket to pull out of pen. *click*. At the press of the pen's button a secondary explosion occurs where the military police were forming. Hopefully killing them, or at least severely injuring them. "Oops", is the only word uttered as Leon makes his peaceful escape out of the city, smirk carried upon his face as the blue afternoon sky burned orange with the cries for help and panic and screams of agony. ► OOC: I hope blowing up some nameless homes is okay! Oh and sorry for the short length.. it was merely supposed to be a terrorist attack to get the government riled up. This thread is open in the aspect of other character's possibly witnessing the explosions, perhaps loved one's being victims of such. Leon has disappeared in the crowds *poof*. [/style]

[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #7dacae; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #7dacae;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]that bastard. That complete bastard. He had seen the entire thing, in fact he wasn't too far from it. Sent out that day to grab a few things from the money they scrapped together, Dustin had a list in his pocket and head as well, naming it off to himself as he strolled along. He had passed several men in uniform's, his face hidden beneath a cap as he walked, fists curled in the pockets of his hoody. Soldiers made him anxious, he never knew what something was going to happen with them. Of course, because he was thinking such things, his attention was more focused on them and not the sudden explosion. It shocked him, his eyes going as he saw the smoke and flames. He liked fire, almost a pryo actually, but only when controlled. Like this, it scared him terribly. His attention was still on the soldier's though, watching them run to a man in uniform in confusion and desperation. That is when his eyes fell on the the man's face - the one they were address and which replied with such a false authority. He didn't wait. The soldier's were running towards the smoke but Dustin was running towards that man. Shoving through the growing crowd, he got shouts and pushed but ignored it completely. After struggling through the mass, Dustin stumbled free and caught his ground.. and moment later reached out his hand, trying to grab teh man's wrist. They were far from the flames now, and the boy didn't silent himself, shouting the man's name. "Leo!" The blue gaze was locked on the man's face, anger burning in them. "You monster, what are you doing?!" Dustin didn't fear this man - rather, he refused to let himself fear him. He was just a man, like Dustin, sure a bit special but that didn't matter. This other was spoiled - he was black inside like the boy's parents and the sight of him disgusted him. It made Dustin remember bad things, bad people.. bad memories. At this moment though, he was too angered it feel anything but the desire to harm this other. [/style]

[circapunk]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:246px; width:147px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]Leon Reid[/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#7d7d7d]BLOOD IS THE WAY TO REVOLUTION[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:#7d7d7d]► RACE: MUTANT ► AGE: 28 ► SEXUALITY: HETERO ► OCCUPATION: DEITY LEADER[/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]the fierce deity says,[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]► The grin remained on his face, until hearing his real name called out in public. Must have been someone he knew. His smirk reappeared as he turned and faced Dustin. The boy's harsh words were only compliments to Leon's ears. Leon raises his hands to shoulder level and shrugs, "I don't know, having a little fun?" Laughter begins to reign from the man's mouth. Heavy laughter as he walks ever closer to Dustin, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder gently, as if they were friends. "Now, now, Mr. Wark.. I was simply doing your brother a favor by getting this war underway. You see, you so-called rebels are too hesitant and procrastinate far too much.. if only you were more like your parents." At this moment and wild grin grew on Leon's face. He wouldn't say he was an intimidating man, but he was far smarter than most would give him credit for. Approaching Dustin in this manner could be dangerous, however, Leon kept his powers close to the chest and never revealed it to many people, but he's done extensive research on the mutants he felt could be useful to his cause, or be damaging to it. Arthur and Dustin have both been targeted in this way. Leon looks down into the blue eyes of Dustin, feeling the hatred and anger through his gaze. "You lack any real power to use that hatred against me, boy." This tyrant was trying to provoke Dustin over the edge. He would belittle and torture him, using Dustin's hatred for him as a means to tease the young man. Leon's hand remained on the shoulder, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to be so close to the 'enemy, but Leon always had a reasons for his seemingly reckless actions. ► OOC: Yaaaay! [/style]

[cloud]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=style, background-color: #dcdcdc; padding: 7px;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [style= border-bottom: #b3b3b3 dotted 1px; color: #b3b3b3; text-align: center; font-family: arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: 3px; text-shadow: #e9e8e8 1px 1px 1px;] CLOUD BURNHARDT [/style] [style= background-color: #cac9c9; color: #959595; text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-shadow: #e9e8e8 1px 1px 1px;] 24 + MALE + DEITY SCIENTIST + INEFRNO [/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #dcdcdc; padding: 3px 7px 5px 7px;][style= background-color: #d1d1d1; color: #878787; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 15px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 15px; border-top-left-radius: 15px; border-bottom-right-radius: 15px; border-top: #c3c2c2 solid 2px; border-bottom: #c3c2c2 solid 2px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/pqIhe.png);]{ HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT } + Explosions. It's all Cloud heard as he stood atop a bell tower. He peered where the noise stirred with his deep amber eyes to gather a view of the brilliant light-show of fire that was offered. Surely the Deities were a secret group to the government, or if they did know of them they'd just believe they were apart of the Rebel Army. So naive. Dressed in his usual Deity garb, all black. A long, hooded black leather coat, gloves, pants boots... the only other colors were silver that trimmed the zipper of his coat. He let out a gentle smile as he twirled a finger, pulling flames from the explosions up to him. Such a disaster, yet he deemed it necessary. It is what Fierce wished, to get the war started in a more heated spiral and having the rebels take the blame for the attack. More commotion caught his attention. Further down the streets Fierce was approached by a young man, perhaps a few years younger than himself. He watched as the boy stood his ground against the Deity leader. A truly remarkable feat, no fear in this boy. Though Cloud could not help but cast a grin, "Truly a scary predicament. This boy must know how dangerous this man is. It's not his power of mutation that's frightening.. it's his mind." Intrigued, Cloud chose to stick around on the bell tower to watch and see where this situation went. Would the boy attack? Cloud watched entertained, moving the flames atop of his fingers back and forth. Oh, how interesting. [/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #dcdcdc; padding:7px;][style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: #878787;]" eyes of an ember, hair the color of ash, skin colored by the heat"[/style]

[style=width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]CREATED BY FRAPPLE OF OTE[/style]

[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #7dacae; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #7dacae;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]As the other moved closer, Dustin felt a slight panic build in his chest, and the boy breathed in tightly, holding the breath. His body was stiff as the other touched him, seeing nothing gentle in it. More like cold - disgusting and cold. Weakly frowning.. the boy struggled with the urge to slap away the other's hands or to run. Neither happened of course - he was brave, he had to show it. Instead he kept the glare focused on the other, unamused by the other's actions. "You know damn well he wouldn't have wanted this!'" The words were sharp, staring at him in almost disbelief now. This man was disgusting, horrible and cruel. Arhur didn't want death - he was kind and gentle. He wanted peace and safety -- he didn't want death for the innocent. Finally, Dustin lifted an arm to slap away the other's hand, disgusted. "don't fucking touch me - I don't want your filthy hand on me.." He spoke it softly, knowing the other could hear, turning his head away from the other. He wanted nothing to do with this.. monster. He was a fool. He knew their ways, and he mocked them.. "My brother is not hesitant, he is smart! ..he is kind. He won't kill the innocent, unlike you! .. he smart, trying to protect the family we have and to find a way for peace - you are ruining any chance of this! .. you are ruining my brother's dream.. my dream. .. and don' judge me so fucking lightly!" He stopped.. and let out a sigh.. tossing him another sharp glare.. but it was weaker this time, realizing now the hindsight of the situation - how it probably.. wasn't wise to rush head on, alone, to this beast. ".. what makes you think I wan't hurt you? YOu are not an innocent person. You are a monster like all in your group.." He spoke so openly, unaware another of these 'monsters' was so close, was listening, and yet Dustin was so unknowing.[/style]

[circapunk]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:246px; width:147px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]Leon Reid[/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#7d7d7d]BLOOD IS THE WAY TO REVOLUTION[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:#7d7d7d]► RACE: MUTANT ► AGE: 28 ► SEXUALITY: HETERO ► OCCUPATION: DEITY LEADER[/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]the fierce deity says,[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]► His hand being slapped away he turns his back to Dustin as he explains the ways and dream of his brother and his own. Yes, their goals were far different, but Leon knew the cost of war. There is no good or bad, there are no laws to war. He who makes the preemptive strike will win. A place for peace. It was merely a fairy tale. "Tell me.. does your naive mind think you will leave this war alive?" Leon turns his glare back at Dustin, a gruesome grin has appeared as Leon draws his sword from its sheathe. Yes, Leon was a battle-hardened, blood lusting beast.. but that's what the mutants needed to achieve peace.. wipe out the humans. The rebels, the government, the civilians will all view him as the antagonist of this history-book, but he didn't mind. His will would save his kind. "What happened to that confidence you just had a moment ago? I see you realize the predicament you're in. You're merely outmatched, not to mention out numbered. You hurt me.. your resolve is yo weak." Leon turns and faces Dustin. Was Leon planning on trying to kill him? No, his plans cast further beyond this confrontation. He was just going to demonstrate the power he holds as the Fierce Deity. "Your brother is truly a righteous man. Truly a great hero... but what would it take to break him? Hmm.. perhaps sending his little brother in a basket cut to little pieces will be sufficient?" Leon begins to laugh uncontrollably. He was reminded of someone. Dustin's high spirit and reckless rushes were reminiscent of his own, and of his parents. "You truly carry the traits of your parents, especially your mother. It's really too bad they suffered such a pathetic death. Tell me, do you think you can face the Soldiers? Your parents proved useless and they were far and beyond your strength." Shaking his head Leon takes a practice swing, sending a light-gust of wind at Dustin. He really liked demonstrating how swift his sword was. Most times he'd abandon his powers in battle to rely on intelligence and his training to win. He'd normally rely on his powers for more.. strategic advances. "I wonder.. Dustin Wark, will you be the one to cut me down? You fail to see it do to you false innocence, but you want to kill me. Your hungry for blood. I do what's necessary for our kind... now who's the real monster?" Laughter ► OOC: Leon sure likes to hear himself talk... but it's how he gets into peoples heads! [/style]

[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #7dacae; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: LEON CLOUD NOTES: Coud said skip ;o; LONG SORRY! CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #7dacae;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]He wasn't scared. That is what the boy chanted to himself when he saw the expression on the other. His eyes went wide, holding his breath while trying not to panic. The boy could feel his heart beating fast, but he refused to let the nerves take over and disarm him. "You know nothing of my resolve, you know nothing of me! Do not talk so full of your fucking self!". Gently shaking his head.. the young male tried to shove away the thoughts, refusing to let them dig in deeply. No. He knew better - his brother taught him better. Swallowing hard.. the boy gripped his fists, trying hard to keep calm. If he grew angry, he would lash out, and he knew that..never ended well. "You can't .. harm me! I am not weak.. I am not." He growled this.. but then he paled quite a bit. Why did he have to talk about them. Those people, those monsters. Dustin had others that he called mother and father, a couple that loved him, not that used him. They were not blood, but far better then that! Those people who birthed him were not his parents, eh didn't think of them as such any more. They didn't deserve such a title. He was not like them. He was not cruel like them.. not empty and underhanded. He did have things like his parents though - very much in looks. Dustin knew he looked just like his father, though far more feminine. He had that man's deep blue eyes, and yet his mother's darkened blonde hair. He hated it - the boy refused to look in mirrors and more often then not he avoided his own reflection in the water he adored and commanded. Because he was disgusted by the reminder of where he came from. Still though, he stared at him, frowning. ".. I am nothing like them! What do I have similar to them! .. you are right.. they died.. and I lived! That tells you something. I am not weak!" The swing set him off. As the blade swung down, Dustin was forced back a step and he drew out his own blade though nothing long and powerful -- merely a knife that he gripped tightly, holding out before himself defensively. Of course, that wasn't all - Dustin's power was very much rooted to his feelings, and he was anxious - he could feel himself stirring. Around his fist not holding the nife, there was a very thin ribbon of water, wrapping down his wrists and knuckles - unknown to the boy yet, but deep down he knew it was there out of instinct. Still, his gaze never left the other, so vivid and alive, but so open and honest with the feelings within.. which at the moment was his anger..and confusion. "false innocence..?! What are you talking about- .. I am not a monster!" He shouted this last bit now.. it seemed to be a bit touchy to the boy. ".. I .. would never kill a person who did no wrong.. but you do! .. those bastards you call my parents did! They are d-. dead.. do not break up ghosts." The stutter gave away more then the boy wished though. It showed the wound of their loose was still there. He didn't miss them, but that night.. it was forever a nightmare carved into his memory.[/style]

[circapunk]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:246px; width:147px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]Leon Reid[/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#7d7d7d]BLOOD IS THE WAY TO REVOLUTION[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:#7d7d7d]► RACE: MUTANT ► AGE: 28 ► SEXUALITY: HETERO ► OCCUPATION: DEITY LEADER[/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]the fierce deity says,[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]► Leon could only stand and stare with an amused smile on his face, almost as if he had just watched the best play ever. Dustin's tough acting, he knew all too well the boy wanted to be the courageous hero his brother was, but inside he was torn by fear. Leon began to chuckle, which made its way into all out laughter. "Bravo, Mr. Wark. You almost had me convinced.. that of course until your very last line. Hadn't any of your former teachers taught you not to crack under the pressure while rehearsing your lines?" Leon basically threw everything out that Dustin had said before, not believing in the young man's resolve. Leon indeed was, for the most part, a heartless man that always pulled the deepest wounds to the surface. Suffering was the only way to make someone stronger, or to ultimately break someone. Leon would let Dustin decide what path he'd take, but it didn't seem bright in the eyes of Leon. "Well, Mr. Hero... Since you wish to appease your brother so much why don't you do him a favor... Try and kill me? We both know the relationships between the Deities and your brother's army are destined to be tarnished forever... why not do us in now? He'd surely recognize your resolve.. I certainly would as well." Again, Leon tries to provoke and manipulate the boy into attacking. He could blame it on self-defense if it came down to it. He laughed to himself. He knew they couldn't stand around in the streets very much longer, his cover would be blow from dispatching on one of the Generals for the uniform. Oh my.. Humans were weak. ► OOC: Yaaaay! [/style]

[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: a9c7c8 padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #a9c7c8; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: LEON NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #a9c7c8;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Stop it. Stop it. Just shut up. The boy's head was reeling fast while he grit his teeth, glaring at the other. He hated him, just the sight of the man disgusted him.. so why should he hold back from killing him? It was easy.. So easy. Sighing slowly, the boy gripped the knife tighter.. but then stopped. They weren't all too far from the town -- too far from the people. Tightly closing his eyes.. Dustin lowered his hand. Fuck he wanted a gun - he could have shot the bastard by now. Perhaps he will look into that.. right now it didn't matter though. "Shut up, you're so annoying! .. it's too close to the town.." "Don't call me that, asshole!" He meant the hero thing, snapping with his foul mouth.. then sighed. "I don't need to kill to be recognized! My brother recognizes me for other reasons.. Unlike you, he doesn't see people only for the blood they spill.. a..and it doesn't have to be tarnished! .. once you are gone.. maybe my brother can fix things.." He fell silent.. an almost sadness growing on his face. "I won't fight here -- take it away from the town! .. bring your little buddy if you want!" Dustin turned now, tossing the cloud fellow the glare, almost scowling. Ganging up on him.. dicks. Still, he didn't seem to be turning down the fight. Of course, Dustin didn't want to admit that he was scared -- of course he was a tad frightened. However Arthur had told him such.. well, that fear was not all that bad. It meant he was more aware. Not that he wanted to be more aware right now.. He was aware that there was two men who's power were unknown.. two full grown men.. and one was a good fucking talking. He knew that himself was merely still young.. and his power was clear.. damn it. He needed to get better - at holding in his anger, his power, his ..honesty. Whatever. His anger was getting to him.. it was obvious. He wanted to forget the past.. his parents.. fuck. "..Why do you keep continuing to be a bother?! .. so annoying, and you always bring up the past. Were.. my parents that close to you?! That much like you.." [/style]

[circapunk]

[atrb=width,410px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:5px solid #050505; background-color:#0b0b09; padding:5px][style=background-color:#161612; border:8px solid #161612; float:right; height:246px; width:147px][/style][style=padding-top:4px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase]Leon Reid[/style][style=border-top:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; font-family:courier new; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#7d7d7d]BLOOD IS THE WAY TO REVOLUTION[/style] [style=margin-top:-21px; width:260px; background-color:#050505; border:1px dashed #142113; padding:3px; font-size:10px; color:#7d7d7d]► RACE: MUTANT ► AGE: 28 ► SEXUALITY: HETERO ► OCCUPATION: DEITY LEADER[/style] [style=margin-top:-30px; height:20px; border-bottom:8px solid #161612; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:#435e49; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 2px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase]the fierce deity says,[/style][style=border:1px dashed #142113; background-color:#050505; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding:3px; color:#7d7d7d]► Leon begins to shake his head at Dustin's rash decision to leave the town with the two Deities.. even having a hint of admiration for the boy's courage, but at the same time palming his face from how ridiculous the actions were. Surely he'd be killed if choosing to face them both, but Leon had to leave the town. "Ha! Now that's the spirit kid, hell, you even remind me of you dear mother! I must say she was a spitfire and she'd take the fight to you even out-matched... and you say you aren't like them? I'll give you credit that you've taken a more positive path then what your parents did, but your ambitious personality and fire are identical." Whoa! Did Leon actually compliment someone? His words were sincere and not acting to dig at Dustin's emotions. He actually meant it.. weird. He turns around and begins to walk in the direction of the Lake. He sheathes his sword. Surely he didn't mind fighting the young man, but Dustin's relentless attitude to stand his ground made Leon admire him somewhat... enough not to jump the guy 2-on-1. Leon's tone changes, he looks down to the ground with a face of grief. All this talk of the Wark's... he was young when he met them, just getting back from his martial arts training with Master Yama. They were kind to him, then and allowed him to follow them and eventually be a part of their plans. Leon turns his head slightly to the left just to have Dustin acknowledge he was speaking to him, "There is no doubt that your parents treated you like a tool rather than their son.. however, they couldn't find themselves to give up on their mission. In your eyes, they were monsters.. but in all reality they weren't as near as bad as you make them out to be. I grew up around them.. the only reason they died is because they had a heart. That's why I chose to throw mine away. Anyway, if you wish we can just drop this little game of shit-talk and go our separate ways. If you're intent on killing me there will be more opportunities later on.. not that you'd have a chance with the Burning Heart helping." What was this? Leon discussing a portion of his past... or was it more of Dustin's? These two have known each other for awhile, believe it or not. Leon knew Dustin when he was at a very young age. So it's only natural for Leon to be able to discuss things he observed in Dustin's past before he and his parents departure. Leon shook his head to clear away the past and go back to who he was. His parents are the one's to indirectly make Leon into a monster. He didn't want to perish as they did. Both killed by a human because they had emotion. They hesitated. ► OOC: Yaaaay! [/style]

[dustin wark]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: a9c7c8 padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #a9c7c8; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: LEON NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #a9c7c8;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]If it wasn't for the fact the youth was scared of the result, he would have punched the other. He hated being compared to that disgusting woman. His mother.. he hated her most, even more then his father. She was more violent, the more cold, the more forgetful one. Lost in his thoughts, the youth almost missed the putting away his sword. Watching him.. rather curiously.. the boy quickly walked to keep up, but held back a bit, anxious. Letting the other speak, Dustin merely put back his knife.. and gripped his fists. He was talking so freely.. he didn't know anything! But he did. That was the worst part - he knew Dustin before Arthur did. Dust remembered meeting Leon when they were both young.. when he was small enough to hide from strangers behind his parents and hold an innocent view towards all the darkness. He remembered a few meetings.. Only one or two. He surely remembered possibly the first meeting, when his mother firmly pushed him forward, showing the anxious - well shy - child to the future monster. Back then, Dustin didn't remember his reaction. He was pretty sure he tried to tug his little hood of his face or something. He was a weird kid - pretty shy.. he remembered his father always scolding him, telling him he needed to be more friendly. It wasn't to help him be more outgoing - it was so it was easier then they used him as a carrier -- a carrier for their.. items. He was talking like he knew everything! "SHUT UP!" He shouted this, tightly closing his eyes.. gently shaking his head. They.. didn't have hearts! They did for everyone else but not him. ".. You didn't know them behind closed doors! They were cold and cruel, they had no care.. I was only an object, not their child.." He paused.. then sighed.. still talking.. rubbing a hand over his face slowly.. distressed. "You know they used me as a carrier for their things - I could have been killed if caught in town, but they didn't care!.. .. They never loved me, I was just a disappointment..that was the only words they told me." He growled all this, speaking openly, since the other already his family.. but then he sighed.. shaking his head. "I do not call them my parents.. They aren't worth it! .. I.. I can't even tell my brother of those horrible beings..". Fuck. He was brekaing. He was gently shaking.. loosing his face as they grew closer to teh forest, tears welding up from pain and .. anger. ".. Stop comparing me to them. .. that woman was only determined when she had something to earn - she only cared about her! .. I .. I try for others. ..I'm different. I am NO monster.. " The boy stopped walking now, far from the village.. and shook his head. He would never agree he was like those.. bastards. [/style]

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