I'm new to the game but it has inspired me to write a back story for my two characters. I hope you enjoy it.
Thorned Mirage -- Ill/Rad Controller
Raging Shadow -- MA/DA Scrapper
Infinity Server
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A mere whisper that echos in the minds of mortals, an ancient god grows tired of balancing the scales of right and wrong. He is not the first of his brethren nor is he the last, yet he feels that he is the most worn. Blessed with the gift of conscience, he yearns for quiet away from the all the knowledge he holds. Answers with no questions, reasons with eternal foresight, and THEM. The source of his inner turmoil and the duality of his mind, THEY keep him from heedlessly acting.
Should he make his presence known to those in need, or should he sit quietly in the shadows? Should he soothe the minds of the lost, or seer those seeking to make war? Does he listen to those who scream for justice, or those who just sob quietly in the night? Does the vengeance arrive like warm summer sun, or does it settle on the wicked like moonless foggy night? Interference is something that has never been simple.
His ether pulses causing a ripple throughout earth that every man, woman, and child feels in their own way. The collective presence he feels is still the same each time. There's a yearning. A hole needing to be filled. A plaintive cry, Save us..
He realizes that he is no longer an answer. His dueling conscience will never bring him or anyone peace, yet maybe in another form each may find the strength for action.
He concentrates his being. Air and light rush towards him creating a whirlwind of magic in the night sky. A beam of light strikes the earth landing in a desert far from civilization. As the flash recedes, two women appear out of the settling sand. One is clothed in white silk. Her face is shrouded except for a pair of startling eyes, and a small pair of wings grace her back. The other is bound in polished black metal. Two horns peak out of her hair, and a pointed tail waves mischievously behind her.
The women hear a voice smooth and low whisper to them in the wind. My cherub, the world will call you the Thorned Mirage. You will soothe the mind of those who need it. You will honor me by helping those whose voices feel lost in the wind. You will avenge them, make them stronger, and leave them warmed in your light, but they will wonder if you're even real. I will give you my mind and light so that you may see even where it is darkest and control the fears of mortals. The cherub's forehead glows faintly and a third eye appears. She kneels in appreciation and is filled with a sense of knowledge and distant faint pleas of the innocent.
The whisper continues, For you my demon, the world will know a Raging Shadow. You will seek those who are filled with hate. You will honor me by relentlessly ridding this world of those who wish to destroy it. You will strike fear into the hearts of all who know your name. I give to you my agility and darkness so mortals may tremble from your shear power. Black smoke curls from the sand in front of the demon. A small shape begins to form and solidify. After a sharp crack of dark energy, a black kitten is sitting before the demon in the sand. As the demon kneels in appreciation, the kitten leaps to her shoulder. She feels a rush of raw power and a driving need for something she vaguely knows will never be fully sated. Go now. Leave me to my peace. Take my gifts and be what I could not.
As they each take off to fulfill their destiny, the night sky sparkles quietly... watchfully.
I'm new to the game but it has inspired me to write a back story for my two characters. I hope you enjoy it.
Thorned Mirage -- Ill/Rad Controller
Raging Shadow -- MA/DA Scrapper
Infinity Server
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A mere whisper that echos in the minds of mortals, an ancient god grows tired of balancing the scales of right and wrong. He is not the first of his brethren nor is he the last, yet he feels that he is the most worn. Blessed with the gift of conscience, he yearns for quiet away from the all the knowledge he holds. Answers with no questions, reasons with eternal foresight, and THEM. The source of his inner turmoil and the duality of his mind, THEY keep him from heedlessly acting.
Should he make his presence known to those in need, or should he sit quietly in the shadows? Should he soothe the minds of the lost, or seer those seeking to make war? Does he listen to those who scream for justice, or those who just sob quietly in the night? Does the vengeance arrive like warm summer sun, or does it settle on the wicked like moonless foggy night? Interference is something that has never been simple.
His ether pulses causing a ripple throughout earth that every man, woman, and child feels in their own way. The collective presence he feels is still the same each time. There's a yearning. A hole needing to be filled. A plaintive cry, Save us..
He realizes that he is no longer an answer. His dueling conscience will never bring him or anyone peace, yet maybe in another form each may find the strength for action.
He concentrates his being. Air and light rush towards him creating a whirlwind of magic in the night sky. A beam of light strikes the earth landing in a desert far from civilization. As the flash recedes, two women appear out of the settling sand. One is clothed in white silk. Her face is shrouded except for a pair of startling eyes, and a small pair of wings grace her back. The other is bound in polished black metal. Two horns peak out of her hair, and a pointed tail waves mischievously behind her.
The women hear a voice smooth and low whisper to them in the wind. My cherub, the world will call you the Thorned Mirage. You will soothe the mind of those who need it. You will honor me by helping those whose voices feel lost in the wind. You will avenge them, make them stronger, and leave them warmed in your light, but they will wonder if you're even real. I will give you my mind and light so that you may see even where it is darkest and control the fears of mortals. The cherub's forehead glows faintly and a third eye appears. She kneels in appreciation and is filled with a sense of knowledge and distant faint pleas of the innocent.
The whisper continues, For you my demon, the world will know a Raging Shadow. You will seek those who are filled with hate. You will honor me by relentlessly ridding this world of those who wish to destroy it. You will strike fear into the hearts of all who know your name. I give to you my agility and darkness so mortals may tremble from your shear power. Black smoke curls from the sand in front of the demon. A small shape begins to form and solidify. After a sharp crack of dark energy, a black kitten is sitting before the demon in the sand. As the demon kneels in appreciation, the kitten leaps to her shoulder. She feels a rush of raw power and a driving need for something she vaguely knows will never be fully sated. Go now. Leave me to my peace. Take my gifts and be what I could not.
As they each take off to fulfill their destiny, the night sky sparkles quietly... watchfully.