Where the Path of a Hellion Leads(Open)

[Tobias Ross]

Out of Character: My plan is to post once a day until this site returns to activity.



In Character:



Location: Graveyard
Time: 1 am

The place was still as the night and silence hung heavily in the air in front of the once former beast of a man. Time had taken its fair share from this man and its toll upon him, though it had been unable to break his spirit. The body of the man bore the signs of wars and brutal beatings from a time long ago. One only had to look into his eyes to see the a fraction of the damage that the man had sustained. One of the eyes held a sort of milkiness to it that was associated with blindness. A long jagged scar ran down that same side of the man's face and told the story of a dangerous fight to the death where the survivor was left less than whole. Even with all the wounds that
covered this man's body, his step had never been hesitant nor had he faltered on walking his path.

In the man's hand was a single flower and a dark bottle with an unknown liquid inside. Each were held with a couple of fingers as the scarred man stood at the gates leading into the realm of the dead. The place was closed up for the night and yet this would not deter the man from entering the place in front of him. If the gate had been locked, the man would have tried to get in another way. Maybe over the wall if needed. But such an action was not going to occur. The keeper of this kingdom had left the entry unlocked to allow for this moment to play out. Things were set in motion for a reason and to allow a promise to be upheld. The silence was ripped apart by the sounds of boots slowly moving deeper into the land of those deceased and just a quickly the sounds appeared, the silence swallowed up the sound as the man moved out of sight.

If one wanted to track the individual, it would have been a simple thing. Every few steps the man made, a dark liquid would drip off of him and fall onto the ground to stain it with the crimson of life. The man gave no notice to the essence of life that escaped from his body to be birthed into a world of chilly winds and dark nights. The walk to this place had been long and arduous for the man, but nothing was more important than walking this path to the destination at the end. As the end came closer and closer into sight, the man smiled sadly and spoke into the heavy night air.


"It is time, isn't it?"



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[Tobias Ross]

Out of Character: This is technically an open thread and I am willing to let people divert the stories/add to it if they wish. If there is even one person out there that saw this and enjoyed it, then I will feel satisfied.



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See Post Above.


In Character:



Location: Graveyard
Time: 1 am

A chuckle rose up within the man to spill out into the air and rend the silence of the area apart. It was one filled with not only sadness and pain, but acceptance as well as relief. As if a great weight had been lifted from the man's shoulders and his freedom was in front of him. The man did not move from his spot and light sounds of dripping could be heard coming from him as time moved ever forward. The smile never left him as the a tear meandered a path down the man's face to disappear into his beard. This was the start of the final act for the man in the graveyard and he was in a place where people refused to forget those from the past. The man himself would be one of the few within the area that would be forgotten. He had neither family nor any friends that he could remember remaining to keep his name. To keep the legacy he left or the lives affected by his actions. Those that could or would remember him shall have his history erased to cause the annuals to overlook this man. He was to become one of the forsaken and forgotten. This man knew this and yet he cared not. There were certain things more important than being remembered by others. The man believed in the actions people took and how one lived their lives was a better showcase as to who a person was than how much they were remembered.

"I still have a little bit of time before it runs out and the curtains draw closed. Don't I?"

There was an assent given to the man and as his smile widened into a grin, the points of his fangs showed. Long ago the man made a foolish decision to have his canines sharpened more than they naturally were and as such he had fangs within his mouth that could easily puncture flesh. Plenty of people has suffered from the bite of this man and carried the scars from such dreadful bites. Taking a step and then another, the man progressed a few more feet till he reached a grave next to his audience and slide down against the grave for support. 

"I guess I should talk to you a bit. A little of the past to make the time pass. How does that sound?"

[Tobias Ross]

Out of Character: I am several days late unfortunately. Well, I shall continue on and create an interesting narrative.



In Character:




Location: Graveyard
Time: 5:40 am

The embers of the man's soul and body were starting to fade and he laid collapsed against a gravestone. Blood pooled around the man from the wounds on his person and a near empty whiskey bottle rolled out of the man's limp fingers. To all those present around the man and watching, he was on his last legs if not already gone. Even in the cold night air, his breathing seemed to have stopped as there was no longer any clouds made from warm air exiting him. Those around the man approached and reached down to claim him and were stopped by an odd sound that cut through the silence that had settled just a few moments ago. It was a sound that resounded deep within people and brought up ancient memories that were ingrained in everyone's psyche. It was that this sound was a threat promising death to any who would dare approach any further towards the creature. Something that ancient cave men learned early on and quickly. Wolves were not something to mess with nor take lightly. Even in the modern day such truths held true regardless of where one was born. The realization occurred after that almost immediately as the source was discovered to be coming from the man that was presumed dead. Those embers that were on their last legs in the man caught fire to the surrounding area and blazed back to life. His hand reached out to grab the whiskey once more and the light returned to the man's eyes as his face rose from where it had been slumped from his exhaustion. The growling was still going until those around the man stepped back. Soon this man would run out of his reserves and then he was theirs to claim.

"You..... think.......I would be easy pickings? There..... is only.... one I would surrender.....my..self.....to."

Every breath was painful for the man and caused him to cough. Blood welled within his throat as he spoke and poured out of his mouth as he fought for breath.

A single cawing was heard as a raven flew down into the graveyard and watched the proceedings. A insane smile formed on the man's face as he heard the raven.

"Finally...... she....came... Battle..Crow."

[Tobias Ross]

Location: Graveyard
Time: 1:15 am


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The man's eyes looked off into the distance as they pierced the fog that separated the past from the present and began to speak as he pulled the cork out of his whiskey bottle with the side of his mouth. Spitting out the cork in the direction of his audience, the man lubricated his throat with large gulps of said whiskey and sighed in appreciation loudly. The man could not give a damn at that moment if he was giving insult to anyone or customs. He was going to do things his way and use that last bit of time until those who he owed claimed him for their own devices.

"It all began at a place that was the size of a small military compound and those that were there were treated as if prisoners of the compound. Only difference was that the people could leave most of the time albeit with wounds and/or punishments dealt out. This place was a bit run down the deeper inside you went and those around you were the rejected ones from society. People who either caused too many problems, were considered trash, or no one wanted to deal with them due to whatever reason was cooked up."

A laugh erupted deep from man's body as he finished the start of his story and was only interrupted by a cough with a bit of blood coming up with said cough. The look in the man's eyes could be considered madness by those who had no knowledge of the person in front of them and yet they would only be half right. The man was always close to madness, but this time is was amusement mixed with tinges of love in his eyes. The setting was put forth and there was a deep love for the place he was speaking of.

"That place was called hell by some and a paradise by others. It was officially known as Public High School #552."

[Tobias Ross]

Out Of Character: Well, my plan didn't come to fruition. Lol. Time to continue anyways.

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In Character:
Location: Graveyard
Time: 1:20 am



"The first thing I came across in 552 was without any surprise a fight between two individuals. The thing I didn't know at the time was that these two individuals were the top of the game at the moment and their fight was fierce as well as inspiring. It made my blood boil and I dove into the middle of the fight with the reckless passion of youth. The two were Peacekeeper and James, both individuals who would impact my future from that point on. James ended up becoming my eternal rival and Peacekeeper showed me the worth of following one's path no matter where it lead. Hence why I am here. Well, back to the exciting bits."

The man lubricated his throat with more of his whiskey in his left hand and enjoyed the burn of the golden liquor that warmed his body with its burn. Coughing slightly and glaring at audience that started to close in on him, the man held their attention as he gave off the murderous aura warning them that death awaited them if he was interrupted or they approached further.

"As I was saying, the fight. From that fight onward James and I came into conflict any time we occupied the same area. Our conflicts were so violent and our hatred of each other so volatile, that when James joined one side of a fight the opposition would seek me out to lock him down. Vice Versa as well. He and I were individuals that didn't play well with others though. Our prey was ours alone and we would not tolerate any interference. The two of us quickly rose to the top echelon of the fighters within the school. But that will be covered later. First is the very beginning of the total school conflict within the school. The First School War. The war that tore the school into two."

Spitting out the blood pooling in the his mouth, the man smiled as he watched his audience and their eyes upon him.

"Intriguing, no? Getting the information from that last remaining fossil from that era? From the last surviving person. That was the start of my road that lead to here and I regret nothing."

[Tobias Ross]

OOC: Well, that was a bit of time between posts. Sorry about the lateness, readers. Time to continue. Once again, this is an OPEN THREAD. You can come interact with my character or just have your character listen to the stories.



IC:


Location: Graveyard
Time: 1:30 am


"A war such as that one had a lot building up to it and riding on the outcomes of such. The abuses of power by certain individuals, the negligence by the school staff, and other factors would shape the road to this first school-wide war. People chose sides based off of beliefs, morals, or even because their rivals were on the other side. I was one of the few people who were approached to join in the war for completely different reasons."

As the man's eyes held the far away look in them, strength seemed to grow within his voice as he relived the past that had been hidden from others. He wasn't lying when he stated that he was the last of his kind and generation. Those in charge had taken steps to remove the old guard and cover up any traces of the past so as to keep it from being discovered. That sort of blackmail would destroy not just several people in the educational systems, but also government positions as they had turned blind eyes to the injustices committed. There was no record of Public School #552 anymore and that is how everyone involved wanted it to be.


"James and I held a special relationship as rivals. We forced each other to grow stronger and better than what we were before. As I said before, we couldn't stand one another though we did recognize the importance of each other and the strength they possessed. I was approached by both sides of the conflict to hire me to fight on their sides and each one received the same answer. I wasn't interested in fighting their war nor joining their group. This stopped most people from attempting to rope me into their war, but not one wily individual. His name was Auroth and he was a leader of a very powerful gang that would only grow stronger from that moment. He and his group were small fries at that time. He had the idea to present a challenge to me. The fact that James was being brought into the war and he needed to be shut down for anyone to actually be able to have a chance. That was enough to grab my attention and my involvement in the war. While the war was at the climax, James and I were in conflict so fierce that most of the fighting stopped due to the collateral damage and chaos we were creating as we fought."

The man smiles as his sight returns to the present and it grows wickedly as he witnesses that his audience is transfixed by his words.

"Those that won chose the fate of the school and the fight ended in my loss due to interference from others. Something that sparked my rage against others. At this time other monsters started to appear within the school and I quickly found my place as a loner who tested all who wished to enter the echelons of the powerful. So started my war upon the self appointed Pillars and their lackeys."