Verse 1
A year before the passing, A year towards the next step to the second decade, this is where it starts. The tides answers to the starts, a form similar to the black hole, the light strikes south west of the horizon...
Centuries ago, there was a man who hailed from a noble family, who voyaged through the Whirpool sea, bringing with him three flagships to one of the most feared places in all of earthland for that if one were to get caught in the torrent, they would forever be lost in the vast body of water where they will either drown or lose all hope of ever returning to land again. This nobleman’s objective was to locate the island where the old hermit was in order to extend his lifespan and to find the cure to the curse his family suffered from over the years. The hermit that had lived there was said to have a life span that exceeded humans and had knowledge about curses to which expelling such curse, regardless is but mere child’s play to them. It took them about 2 weeks to reach the said island, however the losses were not worth it as one of their flagships were either lost in sea or had sunk down to the bottom of the abyss.
Having landed ashore they gathered their resources and ventured into the island only to discover the said hermit’s home which was in a cave. It was an old man who wears a shell on its back, hence the name “old hermit”. The hermit was surprised when these men arrived asking how they were able to reach the said island for that no mere mortal has ever crossed to this terrain. The voyagers as much as they were willing to tell, they couldn’t give an exact answer either and claimed it was “pure luck”. Unfortunately to the nobleman, he was told by the hermit that there is absolutely no way for him to extend his lifespan or grant him any kind of immortality for that matter. Angered and filled with grief, he departed along with his men to return and set sail for home, following the same course they took.
Misfortune befell on them as the nobleman who led the voyage commanded them to return to the island in order to avoid the fierce storm and in the process, one of his ships sank down to the abyss of the seas. As he and his men returned, they searched the island for the hermit only to be unsuccessful in the process. The last anyone has heard from them is around that time period. One of the Nobleman's servants was found ashore by the bay areas of the Rose Garden City and was the only one who lived to tell the tale.
[Adapted from Enola Gay's Rumor]
Actuality
Though it may not have been accurate, the old hermit in the story is actually a turtle that somehow transformed into a human with the age of over 150 years. The said turtle is a creature that is said to have some magical potential to evolve into a guardian spirit, much like how it was in the story. This guardian spirit came in contact with the human tribes on land in order to share his wisdom and then disappears into the sea without ever leaving a trace.
The locations of the said island are still unknown up to this point.
Verse 2
From the center stone, a foundation of clay solid as stone, archdukes of old once reside. Two characters are known, three pentagons separate them. From the skies you shall see that from then till today, remained separated still, frozen their time was yet buried in the sacred utopia.
Verse 3
Every kingdom has its darkness, destruction wakes as the songs of the Lady underneath the sands gave nostalgia to those who seek its guidance. Chained it slumbered, a calamity lost who will never find its way back to its mistress. Cold unforgiving, there was no purpose and only meaning......
Verse 4
The fallen heaven crumbles, an immortality lost, such beauty tainted, hiding from the symbol of luck, in hopes to one day grasp the heavens, to the east it flies, only the transcendent kind may find the fallen heaven and grimaced in horror....
Verse 5
There was ease, there was peace as the entity fades before the dawn. At light it slumbers and in darkness it illuminates, the stars twinkle and blessed the fallen angels. The Rays of light shatter and tremble beneath the surface, a chamber dedicated to thy goddess, her children danced in peace stagnated from the rest of the world, only to see beauty in the vast sky that housed her....
Verse 6
There was nothing, a land deprived of belief that drove on the vessel that gave purpose. Frowning from dread, alas rejected by the world and so did it in turn rejected it! Solitude can be found in this land, yet a new kind of hope unlike any other can be found.
Verse 7
Destiny has been written for us, relics were kept in order to remind us of the day. The heed the call of the gods, worshiped what they believed in, their souls cry out in everlasting joy, knowledge was the fruit and now lost... forgotten, here holds key.. to redeem it once again.
Verse 8
It was the only soul that meant no harm, dearly beloved it was and early it sprung. The seed bloomed into a flower only to wilt so easily. A night that had curse thee, spirits overflow and dance in merriment.... Frowning from dread... alas a world anew not alive... but half dead.
Verse 9
A cocoon of darkness, spite and regret be found, what madness had wrought here? Havoc wreak? A phenomenon occurs, a Phenomenon that is said to bring the ultimate darkness and from that darkness came light once again. Painted and tainted, it cracks giving birth to hope and redemption.
Verse 10
The wind whistles to the traveler, it requires an audience in order to perform such nostalgia the melody of life, forlorn thy memory be not all but forgotten. The world be small but the land was vast.... hidden from sight, a small ray that blesses thee in the name the song, the wind was but a widow who cried for its knight.
Verse 11
Sleeping children weep tears of crystal, Thy place be sacred to its faeries, there was no warmth yet feeling... what is precious cannot be found but glass thy heart.
Verse 12
Paint it, the canvas leers, it hungers for beauty, twilight blessed by the sea's embrace, the land fertile, broken it was yet remained today what should have divided the land and erased decay.
Verse ??
There's no mistaking it....
He who sees me, sees all....
Truth even to brave cannot conquer....
The illusion fades....
Puzzles fall from the trees....
Thus conclusion... it ends...
A child with eyes of red...
A grin not even gods can imitate....
Be naught by devil or angel... a curse will at last be fulfilled...
Shall you undo... there will be none again....
END... END.... END.... END.. END END END END
END END END END END END END END....
And thus.... the stage.... has ended...
END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END!!!!
A year before the passing, A year towards the next step to the second decade, this is where it starts. The tides answers to the starts, a form similar to the black hole, the light strikes south west of the horizon...
Centuries ago, there was a man who hailed from a noble family, who voyaged through the Whirpool sea, bringing with him three flagships to one of the most feared places in all of earthland for that if one were to get caught in the torrent, they would forever be lost in the vast body of water where they will either drown or lose all hope of ever returning to land again. This nobleman’s objective was to locate the island where the old hermit was in order to extend his lifespan and to find the cure to the curse his family suffered from over the years. The hermit that had lived there was said to have a life span that exceeded humans and had knowledge about curses to which expelling such curse, regardless is but mere child’s play to them. It took them about 2 weeks to reach the said island, however the losses were not worth it as one of their flagships were either lost in sea or had sunk down to the bottom of the abyss.
Having landed ashore they gathered their resources and ventured into the island only to discover the said hermit’s home which was in a cave. It was an old man who wears a shell on its back, hence the name “old hermit”. The hermit was surprised when these men arrived asking how they were able to reach the said island for that no mere mortal has ever crossed to this terrain. The voyagers as much as they were willing to tell, they couldn’t give an exact answer either and claimed it was “pure luck”. Unfortunately to the nobleman, he was told by the hermit that there is absolutely no way for him to extend his lifespan or grant him any kind of immortality for that matter. Angered and filled with grief, he departed along with his men to return and set sail for home, following the same course they took.
Misfortune befell on them as the nobleman who led the voyage commanded them to return to the island in order to avoid the fierce storm and in the process, one of his ships sank down to the abyss of the seas. As he and his men returned, they searched the island for the hermit only to be unsuccessful in the process. The last anyone has heard from them is around that time period. One of the Nobleman's servants was found ashore by the bay areas of the Rose Garden City and was the only one who lived to tell the tale.
[Adapted from Enola Gay's Rumor]
Actuality
Though it may not have been accurate, the old hermit in the story is actually a turtle that somehow transformed into a human with the age of over 150 years. The said turtle is a creature that is said to have some magical potential to evolve into a guardian spirit, much like how it was in the story. This guardian spirit came in contact with the human tribes on land in order to share his wisdom and then disappears into the sea without ever leaving a trace.
The locations of the said island are still unknown up to this point.
Verse 2
From the center stone, a foundation of clay solid as stone, archdukes of old once reside. Two characters are known, three pentagons separate them. From the skies you shall see that from then till today, remained separated still, frozen their time was yet buried in the sacred utopia.
Verse 3
Every kingdom has its darkness, destruction wakes as the songs of the Lady underneath the sands gave nostalgia to those who seek its guidance. Chained it slumbered, a calamity lost who will never find its way back to its mistress. Cold unforgiving, there was no purpose and only meaning......
Verse 4
The fallen heaven crumbles, an immortality lost, such beauty tainted, hiding from the symbol of luck, in hopes to one day grasp the heavens, to the east it flies, only the transcendent kind may find the fallen heaven and grimaced in horror....
Verse 5
There was ease, there was peace as the entity fades before the dawn. At light it slumbers and in darkness it illuminates, the stars twinkle and blessed the fallen angels. The Rays of light shatter and tremble beneath the surface, a chamber dedicated to thy goddess, her children danced in peace stagnated from the rest of the world, only to see beauty in the vast sky that housed her....
Verse 6
There was nothing, a land deprived of belief that drove on the vessel that gave purpose. Frowning from dread, alas rejected by the world and so did it in turn rejected it! Solitude can be found in this land, yet a new kind of hope unlike any other can be found.
Verse 7
Destiny has been written for us, relics were kept in order to remind us of the day. The heed the call of the gods, worshiped what they believed in, their souls cry out in everlasting joy, knowledge was the fruit and now lost... forgotten, here holds key.. to redeem it once again.
Verse 8
It was the only soul that meant no harm, dearly beloved it was and early it sprung. The seed bloomed into a flower only to wilt so easily. A night that had curse thee, spirits overflow and dance in merriment.... Frowning from dread... alas a world anew not alive... but half dead.
Verse 9
A cocoon of darkness, spite and regret be found, what madness had wrought here? Havoc wreak? A phenomenon occurs, a Phenomenon that is said to bring the ultimate darkness and from that darkness came light once again. Painted and tainted, it cracks giving birth to hope and redemption.
Verse 10
The wind whistles to the traveler, it requires an audience in order to perform such nostalgia the melody of life, forlorn thy memory be not all but forgotten. The world be small but the land was vast.... hidden from sight, a small ray that blesses thee in the name the song, the wind was but a widow who cried for its knight.
Verse 11
Sleeping children weep tears of crystal, Thy place be sacred to its faeries, there was no warmth yet feeling... what is precious cannot be found but glass thy heart.
Verse 12
Paint it, the canvas leers, it hungers for beauty, twilight blessed by the sea's embrace, the land fertile, broken it was yet remained today what should have divided the land and erased decay.
Verse ??
There's no mistaking it....
He who sees me, sees all....
Truth even to brave cannot conquer....
The illusion fades....
Puzzles fall from the trees....
Thus conclusion... it ends...
A child with eyes of red...
A grin not even gods can imitate....
Be naught by devil or angel... a curse will at last be fulfilled...
Shall you undo... there will be none again....
END... END.... END.... END.. END END END END
END END END END END END END END....
And thus.... the stage.... has ended...
END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END!!!!
- In-character interests:
- Allison
Summary:
Allison is a guild member of Eclipse soul who uses a kind of magic attuned to manipulating and damaging the nervous system. She was raised by one of the poison dragons named Azleandra, who served as her parent in the early years of her childhood. Though she didn't learn any Poison dragon slayer magic, she was able to fully grasp one of its concepts which has something to do with pain. Though biological agents can have an effect on the body, damaging cells, Allison's magic focuses on the neural system to which she aims to prevent anymore pain like how poison can bring.
The dangers of her Neural related magic can instantly kill a person if she hits the right nerve. Even the heart itself would stop beating if her target were careless. In addition, she's extremely mobile and that some of her spells would cost a portion of her vitality. Her magic is described to be a double edged sword all in all.
Case:
Recently, Allison had somewhat suffered neural attacks on her own the longer she uses her magic. This implies that her lifespan would be cut down little by little with each spell cast. Because neural attacks are frequent in Allison as well as having magic to manipulate her nervous system, the brain is all but damaged in some areas which explains her behavior. Though its uncertain that she notices this herself.
Possibilities
Its actually possible to form a mature Malignant Copy of Allison, though her presence alone would generate a number of creators, the very form and concept of Allison herself is more than fitting to be an [b]"actress"[/b] to the "stage" her fears are thus channeled by strong feelings and her anxieties provide a good quality of Malignant Information.
- Allison
