Post by Gen Gravy on Sept 12, 2007 18:24:49 GMT -5
In this topic, I will post short stories of every member of the Thirteen. It will shed some light on how each came about, why they joined, and who they were before death. I thought I'd do it because I love using the Thirteen. Once I finish up with this little project, I will start that 'End Owl: Story RP' I mentioned some time back.
The Thirteenth: Charon, the Ghostly Harbinger
Part One: The Medal
It was a groggy morning in Neo Arcadia. An elderly man was sitting in his room on this morning. He was dangerously thin, and appeared malnourished. He let out a coughing fit, using his hands to cover his mouth. As he retracted his hands, the man discovered a fine, black blood in his palms. He grimaced at the sight of the blood, and wiped it on the sheets of his bed.
The man's name is Charon Welles. He has been a citizen of Neo Arcadia all his life, and has never done anything wrong once. He lived in an apartment in the wealthiest part of the city. He worked in Copy X's administration as a transerver technician. He was the best in the city, and has received several commendations for some of his upgrades and enhancements on Neo Arcadia's transerver network. Charon has even met Copy X himself, receiving his most prized position from the reploid leader. A golden medal that Copy X hands out to Neo Arcadia's most valuable citizens. Charon cherished this medal, even more so than his own life.
Charon got out of bed, and began to get dressed. He wore a simple cloak over some old rags he has had for years. Charon wore the cloak to hide his appearance from his co-workers. If his boss was to find out the condition of Charon's health, he'd be let go. He would never want that. Charon lives to work, it was all he had left in his drab life. He'd rather die than be fired...
"My medal!" exclaimed Charon as he patted himself down, "Where is it! I... I couldn't have lost it!" Charon had an extremely worried look on his face. He was patting down his clothes in desperate search for the medal he was awarded by Copy X. An expression of relief came over Charon's face as he dug through a pocket on his cloak. He pulled out a shiny, golden medal with the insignia of Neo Arcadia on it. It shined brightly in the sun, creating a glare on the old man's face, which seemed to rejuvenate his old, weary body. Charon put the medal back into the pocket, along with his hand. He turned for the door of his apartment, and left for work.
The streets of Neo Arcadia were especially busy today. An execution was going to take place down town; it was said that Copy X was to carry it out himself. Charon didn't care much for executions, but made public appearances to them to appear like a devote patriot to Neo Arcadia. He had heard of stories of people disappearing, and dying at night. They say that one of the Four Generals come to you while you sleep. Leviathan seduces you to drop your guard, then drowns you. Fefnir clamps his pincers around your head, and squeezes until you pop like a zit. Harpuia brings you up to the tallest tower in Neo Arcadia and drops you to your death. Phantom slits your throat while you sleep; the least painful of the four. Whether these stories are true or not, Charon doesn't care. He has been too good to Neo Arcadia to have something happen to him.
Some kids were running in and out an alley just ahead. Charon hates children, and tries not to make eye contact. As he passed them, one of the children brushed up against him. The child giggled and ran off into the alley. Charon shook his head as he looked back at the child.
"Annoying brats..." he said, "We should just keep them in pods until they are mature..."
To relax, Charon stuck his hand into his pocket to hold his precious medal. He gasped as he felt nothing between his fingers, except for lint. It then dawned upon Charon that the children, those vile and wretched children, must have stolen his medal. In a fit of rage, he storms into the alley he saw the children run off into.
At the end of the alley, four children were standing around a young girl. The girl was wearing a medal around her neck. A golden medal, with the insignia of Neo Arcadia.
Charon's face turned blood red. Veins began to pulse on his neck and forehead. He let out an angered shout as he ran at the kids. He clenched his right hand into a fist. He felt a strange sensation as a long, purple aura extended from his hand. The aura took on the shape of a blade.
"You little fucks!" shouted Charon, "You took my medal! I should fucking skewer you like pigs!" His face was still pulsing red.
The girl backed up, as did the other children. "W-W-We are sorry, mister!" exclaimed the girl, "We were going to give it back, honest!"
"Fucking liar!" shouted Charon.
He slashed at the girl with the strange, blade-shaped aura that extended from his hand. Shrill screams, and the irony stench of blood filled the air. The loud clanging of the medal striking the ground could be heard. Charon had decapitated the little girl, severing the medal from her neck. A contorted look of terror was stuck on the head of the girl.
Charon's eyes widened as he stepped back from the dead girl's body. His hands, his cloak, even his face had the girl's blood on it. The children that were with the girl began to sob, begging for their lives in futility. He turned to run away, only to be greeted by four, ominous-looking reploids.
"What do we have here?" asked a savage-looking reploid, clad in red armor, "Any idea, Leviathan?"
An attractive, female reploid clad in blue armor smirked and said, "Well, Fefnir, it looks like we have a new victim for today's execution," Leviathan bent over and smiled at Charon, "What's your name, cutey?"
"Stop taunting the criminal!" barked a stern reploid clad in green armor, "As regulations, we are to bring him to prison so that he can at least beg for his life in court... But seeing how we witnessed the murder ourselves... The middle man can be cut out."
Fefnir smirked, "Hear that, human? You ain't gettin' any pity here! Your going to hell for what you have done!" He threw his head back and laughed madly.
A reploid clad in black armor stepped towards Charon, and grabbed the poor, old man by the neck of his cloak, "Harpuia... Permission to bring him to Copy X?"
Charon began to cry, "Please, no! Don't... Don't kill me! I... I beg of you!..."
Harpuia narrowed his eyes at Charon, "Pathetic human... You are a damned coward. You kill a child, and expect mercy? Phantom! Take him away..."
The reploid in black nodded, and began to drag Charon away.
Charon kicked and screamed as he tried to get away from Phantom. His face was swollen with tears, and his voice rasped from crying for mercy. The medal was now the least of his worries.
To be Continued...
The Thirteenth: Charon, the Ghostly Harbinger
Part One: The Medal
It was a groggy morning in Neo Arcadia. An elderly man was sitting in his room on this morning. He was dangerously thin, and appeared malnourished. He let out a coughing fit, using his hands to cover his mouth. As he retracted his hands, the man discovered a fine, black blood in his palms. He grimaced at the sight of the blood, and wiped it on the sheets of his bed.
The man's name is Charon Welles. He has been a citizen of Neo Arcadia all his life, and has never done anything wrong once. He lived in an apartment in the wealthiest part of the city. He worked in Copy X's administration as a transerver technician. He was the best in the city, and has received several commendations for some of his upgrades and enhancements on Neo Arcadia's transerver network. Charon has even met Copy X himself, receiving his most prized position from the reploid leader. A golden medal that Copy X hands out to Neo Arcadia's most valuable citizens. Charon cherished this medal, even more so than his own life.
Charon got out of bed, and began to get dressed. He wore a simple cloak over some old rags he has had for years. Charon wore the cloak to hide his appearance from his co-workers. If his boss was to find out the condition of Charon's health, he'd be let go. He would never want that. Charon lives to work, it was all he had left in his drab life. He'd rather die than be fired...
"My medal!" exclaimed Charon as he patted himself down, "Where is it! I... I couldn't have lost it!" Charon had an extremely worried look on his face. He was patting down his clothes in desperate search for the medal he was awarded by Copy X. An expression of relief came over Charon's face as he dug through a pocket on his cloak. He pulled out a shiny, golden medal with the insignia of Neo Arcadia on it. It shined brightly in the sun, creating a glare on the old man's face, which seemed to rejuvenate his old, weary body. Charon put the medal back into the pocket, along with his hand. He turned for the door of his apartment, and left for work.
The streets of Neo Arcadia were especially busy today. An execution was going to take place down town; it was said that Copy X was to carry it out himself. Charon didn't care much for executions, but made public appearances to them to appear like a devote patriot to Neo Arcadia. He had heard of stories of people disappearing, and dying at night. They say that one of the Four Generals come to you while you sleep. Leviathan seduces you to drop your guard, then drowns you. Fefnir clamps his pincers around your head, and squeezes until you pop like a zit. Harpuia brings you up to the tallest tower in Neo Arcadia and drops you to your death. Phantom slits your throat while you sleep; the least painful of the four. Whether these stories are true or not, Charon doesn't care. He has been too good to Neo Arcadia to have something happen to him.
Some kids were running in and out an alley just ahead. Charon hates children, and tries not to make eye contact. As he passed them, one of the children brushed up against him. The child giggled and ran off into the alley. Charon shook his head as he looked back at the child.
"Annoying brats..." he said, "We should just keep them in pods until they are mature..."
To relax, Charon stuck his hand into his pocket to hold his precious medal. He gasped as he felt nothing between his fingers, except for lint. It then dawned upon Charon that the children, those vile and wretched children, must have stolen his medal. In a fit of rage, he storms into the alley he saw the children run off into.
At the end of the alley, four children were standing around a young girl. The girl was wearing a medal around her neck. A golden medal, with the insignia of Neo Arcadia.
Charon's face turned blood red. Veins began to pulse on his neck and forehead. He let out an angered shout as he ran at the kids. He clenched his right hand into a fist. He felt a strange sensation as a long, purple aura extended from his hand. The aura took on the shape of a blade.
"You little fucks!" shouted Charon, "You took my medal! I should fucking skewer you like pigs!" His face was still pulsing red.
The girl backed up, as did the other children. "W-W-We are sorry, mister!" exclaimed the girl, "We were going to give it back, honest!"
"Fucking liar!" shouted Charon.
He slashed at the girl with the strange, blade-shaped aura that extended from his hand. Shrill screams, and the irony stench of blood filled the air. The loud clanging of the medal striking the ground could be heard. Charon had decapitated the little girl, severing the medal from her neck. A contorted look of terror was stuck on the head of the girl.
Charon's eyes widened as he stepped back from the dead girl's body. His hands, his cloak, even his face had the girl's blood on it. The children that were with the girl began to sob, begging for their lives in futility. He turned to run away, only to be greeted by four, ominous-looking reploids.
"What do we have here?" asked a savage-looking reploid, clad in red armor, "Any idea, Leviathan?"
An attractive, female reploid clad in blue armor smirked and said, "Well, Fefnir, it looks like we have a new victim for today's execution," Leviathan bent over and smiled at Charon, "What's your name, cutey?"
"Stop taunting the criminal!" barked a stern reploid clad in green armor, "As regulations, we are to bring him to prison so that he can at least beg for his life in court... But seeing how we witnessed the murder ourselves... The middle man can be cut out."
Fefnir smirked, "Hear that, human? You ain't gettin' any pity here! Your going to hell for what you have done!" He threw his head back and laughed madly.
A reploid clad in black armor stepped towards Charon, and grabbed the poor, old man by the neck of his cloak, "Harpuia... Permission to bring him to Copy X?"
Charon began to cry, "Please, no! Don't... Don't kill me! I... I beg of you!..."
Harpuia narrowed his eyes at Charon, "Pathetic human... You are a damned coward. You kill a child, and expect mercy? Phantom! Take him away..."
The reploid in black nodded, and began to drag Charon away.
Charon kicked and screamed as he tried to get away from Phantom. His face was swollen with tears, and his voice rasped from crying for mercy. The medal was now the least of his worries.
To be Continued...