| Diamond in the Rough
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| "In The End"
In The End
The world, dreary and dim. The last few breathes of the universe have drawn close at hand as time has gone beyond it’s means. A power greater then time, a justice tighter then that of concept. In the end of the end, the all’s favor of the days of yore and the times of ancient magic’s long forgotten. This world that has beckoned wars and troubled natures.. It’s all nearing it’s end.
Many many years ago, one could have described this world as beautiful. The world once flourished with green and life was abundant. Blues reds and yellows.. Colors that where once also a great and standard display all have faded. Such succulent life, great and felt to be unending. But in the end of days no one is free from the last dieing breath of this universe, and no God will ever survive the chaos that is rebirth.
It is the end of days for all worlds, all stars and everything. These worlds connected by lands and roads, by intergalactic tunnels and worm holes. The danger of the end has devoured everything, everything but seven remaining chunks of land. Each of these large continents have been chained together by the faith of those who remain and lay in wait for the final destruction of their existence. Faith forged these chains, and fate has sealed them until the miasma that is Ragnarok would devour the last remnants of life on these continents afloat in this final rift of space. These continents have each adopted their home worlds names like kingdoms, yet no one holds complete power. No technologies have been fully able to survive the loss of time’s power. Only the faith of those who are to live until the final moments stop the erosion of definition, the end of what we know and how we know.
Everything we lose our faith in, every bit of our hearts and our souls… When we lose the ability to believe we too shall fall victim to the evanescent flames of Ragnarok. Only now we shall live our last days in this anarchy, the nobility even scraping for what’s left and those lucky enough always targeted.. Can we not let ourselves go? Rebirth means a new beginning, but sadly it also means our end.
The question is, will you seek out your chance to keep existing? Will you stand up to fight the gales and gusts of the miasmatic end?
Seven Places Left:
All the land and matter in the universe, after many long centuries and millennia have gathered at one space. At the bottom of the step ladder of lands are the two Continents unnamed.
Some call then Heaven’s Fall, for from the top of the ladder of lands to that bottom is the longest drop known to living things.
The middle lands right diagonally above the ‘Fall are three continents called Heaven’s Door, one two and three.
Directly over ’Fall and diagonally above Heaven’s Doors are two land masses called Heaven’s Stairway, one and two. And obviously they lead up to the seventh mass, the smallest yet highest continent trapped in the atmosphere of space and sky with the rest. That place is called Zion.
From bottom to top it’s nearly chronological in how they are. At the bottom was a somewhat undeveloped world, though it really matters not what technologies you had started with. Much of their use’s fade away. Each continent is attached to the next by the ‘Chains of Faith’, and up these chains small monorail like systems carry those lucky enough to have a ticket to the next continent.
Many are already losing hope at the foot of Heaven’s fall, and the Miasma is already taking the land slowly but surely. Those who haven’t lost hope are trying to ascend, but alas, Lost Faith is a contagious disease.
Basically, Choose a Faith and from that faith Derive some sort of attribute for your character from it.
My character is in example next. Name: Slayne Von Beowulf
Age: Presumed to be in his twenties.
Gender: Male.. Duh. Lol
Appearance: pitate.jpg - Image - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting
Noted items:
A small shoulder bag, filled with scrolls of paper wrapped in leather as well as a magical quill that never runs out of ink.
His hat seems to have a certain value to it.
An eye patch he wear’s over his right eye.
A small Jade crystal etched in a round metal pendant.
Personality: He is an eccentric sort, who sees things in a seemingly distorted manner. But it’s only distorted in appearance, and hasn’t anything but the utmost noble intentions.. Including exploring the necessity, the meaning of being defined in existence. But he usually comes out as queer, not in sexuality but in how he expresses things, or at least thought to be odd.
History:
Slayne was the son of a blacksmith and a house wife back in a town in Heavens Fall, not too big at all. But when the children would play in the school yard however unenthusiastically he’d lose himself gazing at the various guises of mother nature’s remains and her children, as well as think about the social interaction between children. Needless to say, his silent motifs and dreamy, spacey outward display won him little friend or foe.
After finishing what little school was needed in this world he decided that he would travel throughout the remaining land and ponder the various attributes imbued within and without the perceptions of reality. He’s a poet aspiring to be the greatest philosopher of whatever time is left in that world, but at the same time even questioning his motives.
Even so, he kept to himself a special power only his eyes had seen him weave. He rarely uses it, and only in the most dire situations. The pendant he has around his neck came from presumably his mother, but even he isn’t sure about it’s true origin. He sees it as a symbol of his ascension into higher thinking and a sign to state that he is still equal with humanity.
Faith: Faith in the Spreading word, the Parchment to heaven, and the mentality that brings reality into inverse at the tips of a poets fingers.
Basically slight Telekinesis with Greater 'Paper-Kinesis', Think Pyrokinetic but with Paper.
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