Forever - The Endless World [RP]

Name : Cyrus Alonz
Gender : Male
Age : 48
Race : Kindred
Height : 6'3
Weight : 220
Appearance : A simple black pants, with pointed steel toed boots that are a deep silver, almost have a metal appearance like they are stiff, but are quite comfortable. He wears a fitting dark gray long sleeve shirt, with three buttons at the top, usually unbuttoned, with a matching undershirt. Over all that, he wears white coat, adorned with with a gold trim, that matches his mood or if he chooses to blend in more. If was angry, it would black. If battle, which he usually avoids, turns particularly nasty, it's been known to turn red, and his psychic powers amplify more so. His skin is deep brown, with warm light blue eyes, with flecks of gold in them. His mouth is also at a slight upturn, always like smile. His nose is hawkish. He appears just a bit younger than he is, with a strong body.

Personality : He's quiet, with a strong presence that tends to instill confidence or calmness. His voice is deep and eloquent. He's is hard to anger, but when he is it's hard to snap him out of it. Rational, but at times hopeful thinker.

Equipment : Blackwood Staff. A tall staff, with a with a gnarled end, made of black wood that amplifies his psychic ability if need be. A set of healing books that compress to a manageable s size. There is a broad sword hidden under his cloak, bare noticeable.

Abilities : Specializes in Illusions and mind control to avoid getting in serious fights. Strong telekinesis powers,skilled at manifesting his power in an electrical form, and creating mind links. His ability to lift heavy objects with his mind translates somewhat into his physical strength.

History :Cyrus is the last of his village. After they were attacked by a powerful force, he and a few others left to train and practice in peace, to hone skills to stop the threat again. Other a period of two years, they grew with leap and bounds. But alas, at their return, the force was already there, and had destroyed most of his home. The group fought, but all but him fell at the end. At the most he fled, ashamed of the action but he was rational; there was not much he could do. Forced into self exile for twelve years, he has just now ventured out into the world again to confront his past.

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Fheren dodged the knives easily enough, one coming close to his shoulder, but missing nonetheless. He drew the bow to its full length in a quick motion and released the string, loosing the arrow toward one of the Majin, as the leader was out of his sight. It connected and drove itself through the shoulder of its target, who returned a cry of pain as blood rushed from the wound onto the grass below. Without stopping to watch his first target fall, Fheren drew the bow back again, an arrow on its string that seemed to appear from nowhere, and released another arrow toward one of the Majin on the roof. He released arrow after arrow in a constant volley, crippling his targets with wounds to their limbs. He was careful to keep his senses directed toward the earth around him, to sense any enemies approaching him, and directed through the plants around them, to detect changes in the wind that would indicate a projectile coming toward him.

((oho, Cyrus' history regarding the force that annihilated his village of Kindreds fits perfectly with an idea in my head. Accepted, but I'm afraid the Kindred have no physical healing abilities, only mental ones that don't always work, using their psychic powers to disperse phobia, trauma, etc. But if those are books on how to heal instead, then you're a-OK!))

"Come on!" shouted Thistle.

Seeing Garm dash to the aid of the female Magi, the leader smiled, a thought flickering in his mind. As he swiftly moved towards Thistle, who had raised her arms in a battle ready stance, the leader could feel everything that was happening around him, even though most of those thing were out of his field of sight. Out of them all, Fheren piqued his interest the most. He could feel Fheren acting based on the developments in the earth and air around him. Fheren was the first Majin he believes to be living in a human settlement, apart from himself, that is still able to communicate with the land. It was something he hated to admit, but his men, who had left their villages to come and join under him when they were only youth, had lost such an ability and keenness along the years they lived out of the boundaries of the woods and trained focusing completely on combat.
"Hmm... Where did he come from? From his get-up, maybe he hasn't been out of the forest for too long... But his combat skills are above average than that of a hunter Majin, that's for sure. " thought the leader, sending a fist flying towards Thistle as he got close to her.
"What are you, daydreaming? When you have weapons, use it!" shouted Thistle, blocking the punch with her own hand, but when she tried to capture the Majin's own he pulled it away and continue to sent flurries of punches at her.
"... I do not need my weapons to defeat a petty female human. It doesn't even count as taking a risk, I'm afraid." replied the leader. Even though he'd said human, he couldn't really feel that Thistle was one, if only it was her looks that convince him otherwise. The air around her and the earth under her feet felt... strange. And he also noted that her choice of words had been rather funny.
"Oh, you'll regret this, you creep!" Thistle dodged all of his punches and sent in some of her own to get him in the gut, but he returned the favor and dodged all her punches as well.
"Pity, you seem to have great strength, but your skills are lacking."
"Grr..."

The Majin with white hair clenched his teeth in anger when he heard what Night said, disappearing from sight as the tornadoes are covered in flames. At first it seemed he had died, but then suddenly two chained scythes shot out from behind the tornadoes and out came barreling the assassin, his body covered entirely with his cloak. The thick cloak caught fire, but he was quick enough to leap onto the ground in front of the little boy and kicked his burning cloak off himself and towards the boy, hoping to show the boy his place. He pulled at his chain scythes and dashed to the side, waiting for Night's response, as more Majins, still far away, charged at Night from multiple angles in the hopes of restraining the Magi child.

As he fought Thistle, the leader sent a quick signal right after gaining the attention one of his men. Nodding, the Majin assassin signaled to some of his comrades and they charged at Erika at the same time with their blades in hand, the Majin most in front readying his anti-magic cloak that nullified anything propelled with magic. The ones that had been slashed by Garm and Erika's wind stood back up and charged their foes to cover their brothers that were aiming for Erika, their lightweight armor underneath their cloaks having kept them strong still.

"I'm going to make you kneel before me and scream for that friend of yours to come to your rescue as I crack your skull underneath my foot." spoke the leader nonchalantly continuing to send strikes towards Thistle, the look in his eyes as dangerous as his tone.

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Fheren detected the charge toward Erika and fired two arrows simultaneously into the leg of one of the Majin rushing toward her. He fell immediately as tendons and muscles in his leg were severed and created an obstacle that tripped a few of the others that were following him. Still, a fairly strong group of Majin were rushing toward Erika. Sighing, he dispatched the last of the assassins shooting from the roof and returned his bow to his back, drawing his daggers in the same motion. In a crouched run he moved swiftly and unnoticed to the rear of the group, silently taking out the knees of the enemies in the back, who he lowered to the ground, unconscious, without a sound.

Garm's eyes narrowed and suddenly the fur disappeared, replaced by scales. Red scales. Garm was now back to his normal height, but the super-hardened dragon scales and the wings which ripped his shirt to shreds as they emerged made it clear that he was no ordinary Animus. Remaining at about the same size, yet possessing all the Fire Dragon's other physical traits, including the claws, five on each hand and foot, the incredibly strong and dangerous tail, and, of course, the wings mentioned previously. On top of it all, he pulled the scarf covering the lower portion of his face down and took in a deep breath...

Erika had spotted Fheren at the last possible second and, before Garm exhaled, sent a gust of wind to knock him out of the line of fire...literally.

Garm exhaled...and a massive wave of fire met the Majin assassins charging at them. Before he made the mistake of waiting for any survivors to burst through, he gathered Erika up in his arms and took off into the sky, flying figure eights over the battlefield, his observant Dragon Eyes, the only truly permanent Draconic trait his Animus form retained due to his genetic disorder, constantly scanning for any and all projectiles. Erika was in a bit of a daydream, being held like a princess and all, but didn't forget to rain down a wave of water where the fire had been released to prevent the entire field from catching ablaze.

Night watched his opponent's play against his own attacks, he nodded slightly and looked over to the other majin attempting to attack him. Quickly he flicks one hand which sends the three tornadoes circling him and the Majin while keeping the others out; and with the other he sends a blast of wind that pushes the cloak away from him. He looks up at his current opponent and stares him straight in the eyes.

"You have show great skill, I have underestimated you. I will now fight with everything I have be prepared and do not expect help from your friends. This is one on one fight between, adults."

Night puts extra emphasis on the last word and places one palm facing the ground. He inhales and then blasts a large gust of wind that rockets him upward. Once at the climax he exhlaes and the wind gathers at his feet allowing him to float in the air. Only temporarily but it gave him a good view not only of his current opponent but all the other Majin as well. Reaching into his cloak he pulls out a few throwing knives and hides them in his sleeves. With one final gust of wind he rockets himself at his opponent and creates a whip of fire. At about ten feet he attacks downward with it, the point heading straight at the majin's face.

Cyrus, a distance away but with a proper perch, stayed and watched. He had left his quiet home, a dug out cave in the side of the hill only yesterday, and was discouraged to see this outbreak of fighting. It was his third viewing in a only a few short hours. Granted, this was the worst, the others simply being petty fights, but disheartening all the same. As he had stumbled across these other fights, he had broken up only one. Walking a few miles away, an elderly lady was being robbed. He had disabled her opponents easily enough with simple disruption. A little ways up though, he had turned to make sure they hadn't woken up to soon, and saw the same woman he had saved robbing them.

"Things really don't change after all," he said to no one in particular as he darted off with the spoils.

"Such ruthless and unneeded bloodshed. Though I should not judge, I know not why these people fight, noble or not." He breathed a sigh. He sat crossed legged on the ground, his white cloak covering him as he watched. He began to focus, trying to get to lock on someone to try to read their mind, maybe even disrupt the battle. Though the thought worried him, he did not want those coming after him; but it might be for the best. "You never know unless you try," he said in a quiet breath to himself. The words had meaning, something his mother had always spoken to him. Overplayed one could say, but needed to reassure something of his troubled past.

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Between Garm and Erika is the evident telepathic link the two share due to Erika's locket is seeing a lot of activity. Garm is directing her water strikes to where his fire breath spread earlier, preventing the flames from spreading across the flowery field. He is still keeping an eye out for anything sent their way.

Fheren felt the wind that Erika sent and fell to the side, not quite gracefully. He landed with a soft thud and rolled, making sure his daggers did not stab himself. He stopped rolling and stabbed his weapons into the earth to stop himself. He got to his feet and felt a presence approaching him quickly from behind. A fairly large Majin was running at him with a curved sword in his hand. He swung horizontally at Fheren, attempting to separate his head from his shoulders. The smaller Majin fluidly stepped to the side and met the strike with his dagger. The smaller blade stood fast against the curved scimitar and Fheren used his second dagger to slice at his attacker's sword arm. The enemy dropped his sword with a cry and fell when Fheren cut at his knees.

As the wave of fire let loose by the Animus youth almost reached him, the leader ceased to dodge and return Thistle's punches and ducked down at the very last second. Seeing Thistle's latest hit miss due to his actions, the leader assassin picked up and threw some of the dirt on the ground into her eyes, causing her to wince as the dirt hits her eye lenses. Because of this, she was unable to duck down in time. The leader smiled when he saw Thistle engulfed by the flames, but the smile soon turned into an expression of bewilderment when she burst out of the fires without a single burn mark on and sent a fist down at him. Though it missed, the leader was forced to jump back quite a distance. His bewilderment grew even more when the ground shattered upon Thistle's fist hitting it.
"What... what is she?" he thought, but was cut off when he realized that almost all his men had been downed. Most lay on the ground crippled from accurate shots and strikes, others bruised and beaten multiple times, while the rest plunged their swords into the ground, barely able to stand and covered in burn marks thanks to Garm's flames. But the last group were fortunate that Erika's rain had lessened the burns. He realized that it had been a grave mistake to have underestimated these people. The Majin found it hard to believe that his group could have been taken out by a random group. "To think that there are individuals here as strong as... no, maybe even stronger... than the princess' Shin'eitai..." he thought, thinking up on his next move as the rain flowed down his masked face.

Thistle grimaced in pain, the fires having singed her skin, but not enough to burn her completely thanks to her high resistance and the rain afterwards.
"...Huh... if only my insides were as strong as the outsides...!" thought Thistle, short on breath. She was worried that the flames might had damaged her on the inside, but without open wounds that would be almost impossible. "Darn, even that last punch didn't hit him! He's way faster than most of the Majin we've had to fight before..." thought Thistle, her eyes catching sight of movement at the corner of her eyes. With a swift movement, she raised her elbow and sent it into the gut of a Majin coming up from behind her, sending him flying some distance back. Two more Majins came her way from behind, but she split kicked the ground, breaking it and sending multiple pieces of earth everywhere, disrupting her assailants. She took the chance to capture their heads with her two hands and smacked them into one another. She released them, unconscious, falling onto the small crater on the ground below.
"So...? What are you waiting for?!" shouted Thistle at the leader.
"..." the leader didn't answer.

Meanwhile, the white haired Majin could only dodge the tip of the flame whip due to Night's high speed descent and ascent, turning his face away so it grazed him on the face not too seriously, but serious enough to leave a burnt scar on his cheek and cut his half-mask, revealing the lower portion of his youthful face as he turned up to look at Night once more with wide-opened eyes, knowing well that he wouldn't be able to dodge the next attack that was coming. But in a stroke of luck, a chain with a heavier weighted end flew in from behind the tornadoes and caught Night's hand, pulling him towards his own tornadoes as three more chains flew in and encircled the Majin youth's waist, pulling him out of Night's trapping space. The Majin youth looked up to see his comrades holding the other ends of the chains firmly in their hands, while two more of them went ahead with their chained scythes to occupy Night.

As all this happened, the townspeople that had already seen the fight broke out but continued to watch scurried away, the sight of the escalating battle scaring them. Some went to notify the town's police force, whose main force were currently watching over the preparations for the harvest festival on a large field north of the town.
Other squads witnessed the red dragon in the sky and the rain cloud and ran towards the field. It didn't take too long for the keisatsu's main force and its head constable, Moguru, to spot the rain clouds at the other end of town as well.
"What is going on...?!"

Garm and Erika simply continue to fly around I the figure eight, content that none of their enemies are attacking them for the time being. Garm's Dragon Eyes were fixed on Thistle, curious as to how she'd survived his fire without harm. It was also a relief, since the one they had set out to help hadn't been hurt. Erika began to pout, since Garm was only paying attention to Thistle and not her.
"I observe out of caution. We don't know that she won't end up being our enemy later on. We know nothing about her."
He then continued to watch out for any projectiles, refocusing his attention on keeping Erika safe and unharmed.

"AH..."

Night notices himself hurtling toward one of his tornadoes, he also sees that some of his opponents comarades did manage to give him help. He hits the tornado head on and is blasted back as his wieght breaks the wind causing a large explosion.

"Ow... kinda hurt."

He gets up unfazed and somehow unburned as well, the impact was all that did damage. He got up and brushed the dirt of himself and with a wave of his hand the other two tornadoes burst into fireballs propelled by powerful compact wind blasts. All of them were headed straight at the comrades who interefered.

"Now young Majin, shall we continue?"

Night observes the scar on the Majin's face relaizing that without luck this battle would have been over right now. He jumps and propels himself upward and spots two of the chains, he flicks his wrist and throws two of his knives right at them. The knives end up pinning the chains to the ground. Upon landing Night grasps the third knife in his right hand and charges the Majin, in his left he holds a ball of light; condensed heat.

Fheren turned quickly as he felt a barely noticeable presence at his feet. He met the strike of the oncoming Majid's dagger with a parry of his own and dodged quickly as his enemy's second blade swept toward his gut. He struck and parried in a flurry of movement, his skills equally matched by those of his opponent. Blow for blow, each attacked the other tirelessly. When Fheren went on the offensive, he drove the enemy back significantly, but could not find an opening and resumed a defensive stance. When his opponent pressured him, Fheren found himself returned to his starting position. He fought with poise and control, calling to the earth to keep his movements precise and controlled, as well as to find anything he could use to his advantage. He felt the carnage all around him, bodies rolling around in agony, "some with bows, some with daggers, some with swords, some - wait!" He exclaimed in his mind, "swords." He backed up, giving ground to his opponent until he felt the presence of the dying swordsman that he had wounded just behind him. He ducked and thrust out a dagger to back the enemy up, and then sheathed both of his weapons. He reached behind him and felt his grip close on the curved sword that his former enemy once wielded against him. He met the two handed strike from the grey-skinned Majin, his wild dark hair whipping about his pitch black eyes. For an instant they stood, Fheren crouched low, the sword raised over his head and locked tight with the daggers of his enemy, standing tall. Time seemed to slow as their weapons came together, but soon Fheren was on the defensive again, standing almost at full height, the sword deflecting the much smaller blades with ease. His opponent was so focused on his attack that he did not notice Fheren easing a throwing knife from his belt into the hand not occupied by the sword. Another two handed strike came, and this time Fheren sidestepped, knocking the daggers to one side and turning the enemy's body slightly in order to keep them in his hands. In that instant, Fheren flicked his wrist, throwing the knife with deadly accuracy into the throat of the other Majin. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Fheren dropped the sword and drew his bow, hoping to recover some energy and attack from afar. He found himself on the outskirts of the raging battle and pulled back the arrow, releasing the string and sending a deadly projectile into a nearby Majin.

((Craizen, I'm sorry, but you'll need to edit your character post since I had a change of mind and I decided for Kindreds not to have longevity, so that one can easily imagine the appearance of a Kindred character. Also, I only realized that Cyrus hasn't had any of his facial features described. can you fix that too?))

"Damn you...!" cursed the white-haired Majin as he unsheathed his last short sword, ready to face Night, enraged that a little boy could've caused him so much trouble.
But before the two could meet ground-to-ground, the leader appeared in front of them at blinding speed and parried the knife in Night's hand with his gauntlet. However his grip slipped and the knife went to pierce him in the stomach.
"Argh!" grunted the leader as he felt the iron pierce his clothing and into his skin. Nonetheless, he spun around and made a circular kick to ward Night off.
"Master!" the white-haired Majin shouted upon seeing the leader's wound.
"Mykage, it is unfortunate, but you must retreat. Those who could still stand, help the other half onto their feet! Now! That counts for you as well, go!" shouted the leader, turning to look over his shoulder at the young Majin and his comrades, who immediately did as told. With the Animus and the Magi up in the sky and Fheren and Night occupied, the assassins that weren't hurt badly each took the chance to carry on their shoulders those that were seriously injured. "Touma and her team should be ready to tend to your wounds. But you must hurry, make sure our brothers return alive! We've already lost some of them!"
"But what about you, master?!" asked Mykage.
"I will stay and cover your escape. Stay behind the shadows and out of sight!" replied the leader, keeping an eye on Thistle who was coming in his direction and Night in front of him.
"Tch... I won't leave you behind, master! Allow me to fight by your side!" replied Mykage defiantly.
"No! You must lead our brothers on their return to the lair. Now, go! Quickly!" spoke the leader. Reluctant, the young Majin turned away and heaved two of the wounded assassins on his shoulders. The leader pulled out all his remaining smoke bombs and ripped the seals off, throwing them to the ground. The field was engulfed in white smoke.

When the smoke subsided, Thistle stands beside Night, worried for the boy's safety despite the skills the latter had displayed. In front of them, the field was now empty save for the bodies of dead Majin assassin and one Majin that still remained, still standing. The leader reaches under his cloak and pulls out his curved blade and holds it backhand as the smoke clears.
"Forgive me, brothers..." he muttered, a final pay of respect to the dead Majin before he returned his attention to Thistle and Night. "I must commend you for having cornered my men. But now you face me." spoke the leader, his unseen red eyes glaring at the two in front of him. Between being outnumbered and wounded, many more things make him doubt he would survive this encounter, such as the large number of people coming towards the field and the two figures that had been watching him and his men since the battle began. One was Kindred, the other... Human.

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"You ought to not waste your life pointlessly. We'll let them leave."
Garm had landed without a sound behind the remaining Majin and his tail wrapped around the Majin's wrists lalmost instantaneously. He, as an Animus, was also in tune with nature, though in the way an animal is, not the way a Majin is. He felt that unnecessary loss of life was pointless and didn't need to occur. Rather than that, he chose to show mercy to his foes. If you let them live, they might be less likely to cause an act of revenge against you.
"Which would you prefer? Your life, or to die? I'm offering you a chance to walk away here."
Garm has already let Erika down and she moved to a safe distance away, even putting up a complex wind barrier. The dragon-like Garm walked out around the Majin, putting himself between him and the others, to keep the others from attacking the Majin and ignoring his offer to the man.

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The moment the Animus' tail wrapped around his wrist the leader instantaneously slipped out of it and slapped it away with his free hand, appalled at the fact that Garm was showing him and his men mercy.
"Alas... you speak with a tone which considers the notion that you look down upon me. That is the very reason I chose to live this life of mine. To strike fear into the hearts of those who think so highly of themselves. And until now I've been successful in doing so, not only for me, but for my group, which also desire for the same thing. It is because of such that I fear that if I were to return only to announce of our failure... It will cause us great losses that would even compare to the losses we've already attained at your hands. The shame it would inflict. The defamation. I cannot do that. If I have to kill every single pair of eyes which has been set on this encounter today... then so be it. I will complete the assignment that has been given to me. And with that, the respect towards us falter not." spoke the leader, his hold on the hilt of his blade tightened. He'd decided that now, covering for his group's escape from the town was no longer the only objective.

"Forget it, you're not getting Geoff!" shouted Thistle, much to the dismay of the young man watching the fight from a nearby upper floor window.
"...This may have gone too far." thought the young man, feeling that Thistle had made him sound like a complete pushover.

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Night gets up and frowns watching his opponent escape.

"Mykage... I will remember that name. He fought well was gonna let him live anyway but that is unimportant."

Night looks up and the leader with no interest whatsoever and just walks away. He sits not far away, under a tree. His pet raven flies down to his shoulder and he waits for the battle to subside. He also wonders what the observer was going to do, his raven raises its left wing. A kindred observer...

Garm sighs. He feels that their opponent's pride was far too much to be able to receive mercy. He didn't look down on the Majin, in fact. Rather, he felt the Majin looking down on him. Erika is gathering magical power to cast a powerful spell as Garm walks over to stand between her and the Majin. He switches back to the panther form, growing a few inches in height simply due to the transformation. His panther form, after all, is several inches taller than his dragon and Animus forms.
"I know not why you are here, nor do I care. You've officially ruined my day and I'm angry. You're the one who isn't leaving here alive."

((I think I got everything. It's shame though, I liked the kindred as a wise old man type :/))

Cyrus was unsure of what to do at the moment. He didn't want the leader to be killed, even with his crimes he had just witnessed. Nor did he want the Animus to slay him, enough blood had been spilled. He closed his eyes and went into his meditative state, hoping to be able to cast his powers far enough, to be strong enough to pull of the illusion. But first, he create a link with Garm, telling him to hold off. At least for now. As he fully focused on leader, he started with trying to eradicate the current thought the battle that had just occurred. All his men, instead of falling, were dominating, destroying the group and moving in to the city, completing whatever goal they were after. Cyrus knew an illusion this complex was difficult,, especially on strong opponents. At the least, it would distract the man.

Garm's....thoughts....are....PRIVATE!
Through the connection established with Garm, just before Cyrus had moved on to the Majin, Erika had shattered the connection between the kindred and Garm with those words and the magical locket. She didn't like the intrusion one bit, but her actions caused no effect on the connection with the Majin.

Garm didn't give any indications of change, but he heeded the kindred's warning. He didn't want to kill the man either. Making it look like he went mad was a far better option in his opinion.