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This is based on my in game villain named Deathly Night, a lvl 30 Zombie/Dark MM, Hope you like it!
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A Villain: The Origin of Deathly Night
Trevor Clark was a good kid. 12 years old. Got good grades in school. Some times was even a goody two shoes. His parents, his sister, and himself, lived in St. Martial. Not a bad place to live. Since it is still in the Rogue Isles, he learned to be careful. Alas, his great life was about to be taken from him. One day he was walking home on the curb to his house, when he felt something slam into his gut, and was unconscious. When he awoke, he saw no one around him. He heard of these kinds of low people when he was young. Muggers. Thats what they called them. When he checked his belongings, he found nothing stolen, and didnt think anything of it.
When he finally got home, he saw people in black, green, and red robes with glowing eyes walking around his house. Guards. He had heard of these people from school. He heard his friends call them The Circle of Thorns. He knew this was bad and snuck past them into his back yard. He then slipped into his house and found his parents on the kitchen floor. Dead. His sister was no where to be found. He felt the realization hit him. Then the horrible dread and sadness hit him. He fell to his knees and began to sob. Thats when he heard a man with a very dark voice speak to him. A Mad Mage. He said in a dark voice, This is the one! He contains the Dark Spirit! We must cleanse him of it! Then we can show the world true fear! True pain! All shall suffer on their knees before the Circle! Trevor then glanced up, his eyes no longer filled with fear or dread. All he felt was pure hatred towards the man in front of him. Thats when he heard the voice inside his head speak. Trevor ..You want to hurt him. You wish to kill them for what they did to your family. I can help you. I can give you the power you will be able to rid them of this world. Kill them .I shall grant you the power
Trevor looked up. His eyes black, with a mixture of red. He spoke, his voice no longer his own. You dont know the true meaning of fear, of pain, or of suffering. Allow me ..ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF FEAR! The Mad Mage began to tremble. Trevor spoke once again, ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN! The Mage began to shudder; darkness began to seep from his very body. He started to throw up blood. His eyes began to bleed. He collapsed on the floor, dead. Then, Trevor spoke again, Allow me to show you the true meaning, the worst of all. The meaning of suffering ..
He lifted his hand. The body of the mage shook then was lifted into the air. When it landed, it was nothing but skin and bones. Trevor, with his new undead servant continued threw his house, killing the rest of the mages. When there was nothing left but one guardian, he told his servants one last thing. I have no use for him. Eat him. The monsters lunged at him. When they were done, Trevor Clark spit on the bones. He said one last thing. Trevor Clark is now dead. I am, and shall forever be known as, Deathly Night.
I hope people liked my story, please tell me things I could do to make this story better, give me your input. I looked at the rest of the storys here, and they were open Rps. This was just a story. Like I said before, if this is the wrong place for this story, moderators please feel free to delete it.
50's (Only most important)
Zuraq (53 EM/SR Brute)
Stagmalite (50 Granite/Fire TanK)
(Couple of other's I don't care about.)
This is the correct place to put stories right? If it isnt, moderators, please feel free to delete it.
__________________________________________________ _
This is based on my in game villain named Deathly Night, a lvl 30 Zombie/Dark MM, Hope you like it!
__________________________________________________ _
A Villain: The Origin of Deathly Night
Trevor Clark was a good kid. 12 years old. Got good grades in school. Some times was even a goody two shoes. His parents, his sister, and himself, lived in St. Martial. Not a bad place to live. Since it is still in the Rogue Isles, he learned to be careful. Alas, his great life was about to be taken from him. One day he was walking home on the curb to his house, when he felt something slam into his gut, and was unconscious. When he awoke, he saw no one around him. He heard of these kinds of low people when he was young. Muggers. Thats what they called them. When he checked his belongings, he found nothing stolen, and didnt think anything of it.
When he finally got home, he saw people in black, green, and red robes with glowing eyes walking around his house. Guards. He had heard of these people from school. He heard his friends call them The Circle of Thorns. He knew this was bad and snuck past them into his back yard. He then slipped into his house and found his parents on the kitchen floor. Dead. His sister was no where to be found. He felt the realization hit him. Then the horrible dread and sadness hit him. He fell to his knees and began to sob. Thats when he heard a man with a very dark voice speak to him. A Mad Mage. He said in a dark voice, This is the one! He contains the Dark Spirit! We must cleanse him of it! Then we can show the world true fear! True pain! All shall suffer on their knees before the Circle! Trevor then glanced up, his eyes no longer filled with fear or dread. All he felt was pure hatred towards the man in front of him. Thats when he heard the voice inside his head speak. Trevor ..You want to hurt him. You wish to kill them for what they did to your family. I can help you. I can give you the power you will be able to rid them of this world. Kill them .I shall grant you the power
Trevor looked up. His eyes black, with a mixture of red. He spoke, his voice no longer his own. You dont know the true meaning of fear, of pain, or of suffering. Allow me ..ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF FEAR! The Mad Mage began to tremble. Trevor spoke once again, ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF PAIN! The Mage began to shudder; darkness began to seep from his very body. He started to throw up blood. His eyes began to bleed. He collapsed on the floor, dead. Then, Trevor spoke again, Allow me to show you the true meaning, the worst of all. The meaning of suffering ..
He lifted his hand. The body of the mage shook then was lifted into the air. When it landed, it was nothing but skin and bones. Trevor, with his new undead servant continued threw his house, killing the rest of the mages. When there was nothing left but one guardian, he told his servants one last thing. I have no use for him. Eat him. The monsters lunged at him. When they were done, Trevor Clark spit on the bones. He said one last thing. Trevor Clark is now dead. I am, and shall forever be known as, Deathly Night.
I hope people liked my story, please tell me things I could do to make this story better, give me your input. I looked at the rest of the storys here, and they were open Rps. This was just a story. Like I said before, if this is the wrong place for this story, moderators please feel free to delete it.
50's (Only most important)
Zuraq (53 EM/SR Brute)
Stagmalite (50 Granite/Fire TanK)
(Couple of other's I don't care about.)