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 Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 9:19 pm
Tomeda, a large Japanese city. Lights of the city litter the dark skies as the stars seem to shimmer in and out of sight. For the past five hunred years, the city of Tomeda has been protected in secret by one, one magical soul, able to wield and control a deck of powerful cards created long ago.
For hundreds of years, these protectors have been of the female orientation, but now, a male hier has been born to claim the deck of cards, and in doing so he has unleashed a packt.
Salem, Massachussetts. The epicenter of superstious people in the United States of America, and now home to Tomeda's once protector. When the name master of the cards was declared he fled from Japan, hoping to escape the packt and live his life the best he could as an american.
But with his hieritage slowly catching up, he's finding the packt to be most trouble some, and the cards his family has used for centuries to be more then just useful.
But with power comes danger, the packt's magic growing stronger the new master finds himself having to fufill the packt's power. As long ago, the use of Magic was thought to be a sin, and not a gift from the heavens as many others believed, a powerful group of witch hunters have gathered, their main goal, to capture the protector and burn him at the stake.
As the monthes pass, the hunter find that this is no ordianry magical user, this one is powerful, but something strange is happening in Salem, something undescribable as more and more magical people seem to appear everyday, a great source of power seeming to draw them to the city.
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Name: Zak (Zack) Hikari
Age: 16
Power: Summon, Sense, Empathy
Ability: Able to use a deck of magical cards, each with it's own power.
Source: Inner Magic, passed down from generations of Magical blood
Appereance: Zak owns a unquie pair of eyes, the strangest shade of brown. Amber. With coal black hair, the young teen continues his family line by inhieriting his family's fortune, using it to create a decent life in America he wears a pair of dark deep blue cargo pants, seven pockets in all, matching slip on blue shoes and vest, a cotton white shirt under the vest defining his chest somewhat. His hair spikking in just the slightest.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 9:47 am
(( Damn Limits on the content of a page!! oh well here's more info for you all...)) The Symbol of Light and Darkness, the circle appears under the user of magic, though many times it is small and barely extends, the larger the circle the more powerful the person is.  The Speacil Symbol and Circle used by 'The Protector', this circle appears under the magical being whose being chased by the hunters to end the surge of magical power that he's brought with him. It is known as the 'Star Circle' it is a casting circle like the one above, only much more powerful as it draws on the powers of Light, Darkness, and Twilight
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 11:51 am
((can we post in here yet >.-??))
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 3:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:08 pm
Atop Salem's clocktower, a figure stand atop the spire of the tower top. Looking down coal black hair tosses in the wind of the night as the moon hangs over the rather small city. Illuminated by the moon's light a star tipped staff can been seen held in his hand from above, but below none can see him, a smile crosses his lips as a card is thrown into the air, a large shimmering circle appearing below his feet like a platform, the platform stretching at least a yard in length and width from the caster.
"Fly." an almost whisper of a voice seemed to chant, the star tipped staff striking the card, the card bursting apart into golden light, two ong angelic wings appearing on the caster's back, the wings spreading as the caster smiled, looking upon the city one last time the caster took flight.
"So it begins...."
The sun rises high as the skies of Salem light with news of a sighting of an angel, more of fires starting in rather strange places, ashs being found, several strange vanishings, water turning to ice, and brown outs in only one nieghborhood at a time, the magical surge has begun, with it the draw of magical creatures.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:48 pm
Magic User:
Name: Rynn
Age: 19
Power: ice and earth
Ability: Empathy
Source: blood & soul
Appereance: about 5'8", slender build with slight muscle tone, but not very much. She has dark black-red hair with lighter red highlights, wearing it long and slightly wavy past her butt. Her eyes are a deep purple that look like two bottomless pools one could easily fall into. she usually wears a black long sleeved shirt with lace at the neck and ends of the sleeves, deep pocket blue jeans, head phones, and a black hoodie with a white heartagram on the front, and black combat boots. On her right wrist is a tatoo of an upside down black hollow heart
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:00 pm
Rynn walked along the waking city of Salem, the morning dew turning to frost at her heals. She looked around and smiled a bit to herself, as no one spotted her. No one she knew of, anyway. Her empathy was something of a fail safe, giving her warning should anyone's mood turn frightened or angered about her.
"This is a fun angelic town..." Rynn said to herself. No one really liked Rynn, not the older people of the town anyway, nor those extremely dedicated to the church. This included just about everyone over the age of a day who didn't like nor trust her. It was all just because of her look; they thought she died her hair and they dissaproved of her liking heartagrams, even if it was just because she liked the symbol and didn't pay any mind to its natural meaning. She hated them all. "It deserves to burn..." she hissed under her frosty breath. They always angered her soul.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:11 pm
Zak walked about the streets of Salem, a small smile about his face as he hummed a strange some to himself. He walked his way to the park of the small city, the only place where he could find peace and quiet in the always witch hunting city of America, he often wondered why he stayed in such a place, they often reminded people his age of how they sinned everymoment they weren't in the church praying.
Upon arriving at the park Zak sighed sitting on a bench, letting his rather tired muscles relax. Five vampires, two lower class demons, and a dark fire spirit all in one night is enough to wear anyone out. He let out a small sigh, opening his currierbag he smiled seeing several neatly placed cards. As long as he had them and his key he would be safe. With another sigh he leaned back into the bench and relaxed a bit, his senses always at the ready.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:24 pm
Rynn wandered along her neighborhood, running her fingers through her hair since her hood was down. "Why can't there be anything but running to do in this town..." she whispered to herself, mindlessly walking past her own house.
Her wandering mind lead her near the park, the grass still frosting around er. Only with her control being a bit altered by her overthinking she was freezing more than the ground. Some portions of the tree trunks began to hold ice around them, while instead of mere frost the ground was growing slippery in ice, allbeit a thin layer.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:51 pm
Witch Hunter
Name: Iago
Age: 16
Weapon: A rapier (thin sword) and a set of pistols given to him in case of a serious emergency
Faith: N/A
Ability: He has a special compass-trinket that can track bodies of magic, along with semi-intellegence and wits. He's been taught well enough to handle small enoughsituations by his father, also a witch-hunter.
Cover (day job): Newspaper boy
Appearance: Iago has dark brown/blackish colored hair that spikes out slightly with emerald green eyes and a light tan. He normally wears a baggy long sleeved blackshirt with a short sleeved dark red hoodie over it, a pair of slighty baggy black jeans and brown hicking boots, a thich leather belt around his waist. He has a light italian accent due to the heritage of his family.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 12:53 pm
Zak jolted up slightly, the always present feeling of magic now bursting alive as he opened his eyes they scanned the park. A small frown on his face he stood slowly, shivering at the slight change in tempreture.
"Must be an icespirit..." He murmured before looking about, no one was around so this was as good a time as any. Pulling a necklace from around his neck, a star pendant with wings hanging from it he grasped the pendant murmuring an inaudiable chant before one word louder then the rest.
"Release!"
In a small flicker of light Zak held his star staff frowning as he looked about once more before pulling a card from his pocket. "Mist!" He seemed to chant, the staff striking the blue card, the card bursting into light as an almost erie fog appeared from the ground, blanketing the entire park and even some of the streets, it wouldn't harm a soul, but it sure enough would give him the cover he needed.
Looking about he nodded as his card did it's working, taking a deep breath he walked towards the surge of magical ice energy he'd felt before.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 3:39 pm
Iago rounded a corner, pushing the break handle on his bike to slow himself down as he tossed one of the few remaining newspapers on his route. He blew a stray strand of hair away from his eyes, glancing about dully as he pulled out another paper and tossed it, catching out of the corner of his eye as it landed within the rose bushes. He halted and sighed, hopping off of his seat and leaning his bike up against the fence post. Quietly he opened the gate door and slipped in, his emerald eyes glancing around cautiously as he walked over to the bushes. He grasped onto a jutting ledge on the side of the house, using it for balance as he leaned over the bushes and grabbed the paper, glancing around again before trotting to the front porch and laying the paper on the 'Welcome' mat.
He gave a small smile before it faded in a flash, his head darting to the left at the sound of a low growl. Slowly he backed away towards the gate door,his eyes still focused on the area as the growling increased, a large black and brown Doberman emerging from around the corner. The dog's eyes stared at Iago, it's teeth bared at the intrude. Iago blinked and stared blankly at the dog a moment before turning and bolting towards the gate door. The dog began barking madly as it followed in mad persuit.
"La bestia di damn di inferno!" he shouted as he slammed the gate shut, listening a moment to the loud 'thud' and the profuse barking that followed. He glanced about again before grabbing his bike and setting off down the street, blinking curiously at the strange fog that appeared from nowhere. He gave a slight frown, pulling a compass-like trinket from the bottom of his delievery bag and flipping the cover and watching a moment as the various colored needles spun around the compass face, his eyes narrowing as he glanced up from the red needle, it's direction leading the parks way. He cocked an eyebrow in interest.
"Well, well..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 5:21 pm
Rynn's consentration birthed as soon as she found herself stepping into the fog. She set her blaring headphones at her neck and ran her slender fingers through her hair. "Why now..." she asked herself. She didn't like it, but she also wasn't one to turn tail and run.
Glancing about as though watching for cars before she continued walking, Rynn searched for culprits before striding along again, cautiously pulling her headphones back up. She dwelled deeper, slowly, into the park, in search of the source of the fog. "Hunters are going to catch you..." she whispered to no one, and to the one at fault.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 6:11 pm
Zak smiled ever so slightly, the ice spirit was playing right into his trap. "Ok....capture the spirit and send it off, then get home and chow down on ramen!" He murmured to himself nodding as he waiting a bit more, only to lure the spirit closer.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 6:56 pm
Rynn walked slowly forward, not liking the feeling she suddenly got. This person had the emotions of a hunter, she could tell. She'd been around enough. She stopped quietly in the fog, searching around her hoodie's pockets for her glasses. Her sight wasn't bad, she just needed a little help seeing things too far away, and in fog. Looking around she wondered if she ought to go further.
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