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 Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 9:42 am
The Kings’ Story
This is a place where I will write down all of Ryu’s past, future, and present stories. Zetra was my former name, so don't be confused if it is used. After all, I bet you didn't know I hail from Egypt, now did you? Everything from bashing out the Raiken’s teeth to delivering a well-aimed blow to Avery’s gut can be seen here. Well, we hope. Anyway, sit back, relax, and watch a legend unravel. You don’t have the permission to post in this thread. WARNING: Any submission to this thread will be deleted. This is for the pleasure of reading only. Nothing more.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 7:28 pm
Name: Ryu Jin
Former Name: Zetra Bennu
Race: Phoenix
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Powers: My imperative power is fire. Hell, I am a phoenix after all. On the battlefield, fire can be used in offensive and defensive situations which aids me in a compact piece of land or even in my home, Neferu.
Resurrection: When a phoenix dies, it withers to ashes and inevitably can be resurrected.
Family: My wife, 12 kids and 2 siblings. All of whom I love and would give my life to protect.
Personality: Determined, protective, ambitious, fearless, prideful beyond all measure, and desires tranquility above all else.
Eyes: Glowing Red
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Unkempt and Spiky
Facial Hair: Clean Shaven
Facial Features: 3 scars a big x shape one between his eyes a single scar down the left eye and a small x shape scar on the bottom of his left cheek
Appearance: Dynamic espionage fixed with festive, royal garments and shrouds fitted for the likeliness of a king. (Otherwise, always changing).
Weaknesses: Large contingents of liquid, of any type, excluding lava are lethal when used against me. The powers I wield are limited in a sense. They can be potentially lethal, both on the user and my enemies. If not used correctly, and if too much force has been exerted, I will die and not be reborn for decades to come.
Role: King of the Kingdom of Bright-Field, Father, Husband, and a renowned warrior.
Home: The Spire Castle, in the center of the Kingdom of Bright-Field.
History:My name is Ryu Jin, formerly I was Zetra Bennu, the beloved phoenix and worshiped god of Egypt. Although I was bestowed this title, I do not believe myself to be a god, I can’t create life nor can I sustain it. My life as a notorious blood seeking warrior has brought me to this place and made me what I am today, I’m not proud of the past however that is where it will stay...the past. I was confined within the city of Neferu for many years however I got restless and escaped. I escaped and became one with the warrior, roaming the realm I garnered great skills and knowledge. Eventually my name would spread across this realm and I would become known as a blood thirsty and arrogant aroma. To aid me in my journey were two moronic souls, Seth and Zait. After my trek out of Rome I met these two and apparently my uncle Hgozi hired them and sent them to help. Like I needed it, I found many ways to escape the men however they always ended back in my palm. I continued my journey with the moronic entities in tow. An immortal man I grew tired of killing and returned home only to do what I didn't want, to be worshiped. In the night a vicious man named Avery came to my home and sent it ablaze, I hadn't realized for I was nestled up sleeping in my temple. I woke up to a plethora of corpses spread throughout the city with only a few remnants, it looked like they put up a good fight but did not last long. Only some of my close friends and family members were left standing. After this I left my home and realized my faults, I was no better than the humans I looked down on in disgust. Soon I would become the ruler of a vast kingdom, a sanctuary if you will. In my travels I came upon a field, I took in its magnificent beauty and the refreshing atmosphere. I decided this was my new home, a place I could start a new, this was my Bright-Field of hope.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 10:06 pm
Ryu was assured that the thief would come again. Hgozi, his oppressive uncle, had told him otherwise, but Ryu wasn’t as easily swayed. After waking up, all Ryu had was his trousers, boots, and wiry red hair to accompany him. If it was any consolation, Ryu was doing this for his people in the middle of the night. And how they managed to keep the market going until morning was a mystery to him, but he had to do this because the Egyptian Guard had failed for the past week. Quickly grabbing his crossbow and bolt, Ryu stomped down the corridor leading out of his temple. He passed the archway, which completed the gate around his temple, and was released into a stream of people. The moon cascaded down on the market stalls and shone just enough light for Ryu to glimpse a hooded man running aloft a building. Provided Ryu had almost no training with the crossbow, he was sure that he was going to miss. However, as he cocked back the crossbow, he snapped the trigger and watched it soar until landing in the hooded man’s chest. Everyone in the market was frozen, captivated in what Ryu had just done. “He will harm this market no longer,” Ryu spoke deeply. He turned back to the gatehouse where even the guards had shocked faces. Ryu was quite satisfied. “If you need any help doing your jobs, which is protecting the people of Neferu, then I shall be in my quarters.” He gave a bow and started walking back to his temple. Ryu’s arrogance had struck again. The guards didn’t have a response, but were just utterly shamed by their own ability to perform such a task.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 10:54 pm
The Raiken loomed over Neferu on a colossal wave of sand. Zetra’s horse shifted as he locked his gaze with Decimus, the Raiken’s commander. Thousands of Raiken stood stiff and blurred out the descending horizon, equipped with tattered hoods, armor, and capes that spanned their bodies just enough to brush up against the sand. Half of Zetra’s people had already claimed a spear or sword, as they were willing to fight for the land they made their home. Wheat farmers, slaves, and even servants were on the evening battlefield. At least 1,500 Neferians joined Zetra, including Hgozi, his uncle. Hgozi, an old man, gave Zetra a slight nod. “Neferu shall not fall,” Zetra informed. Zetra’s adrenaline increased, as he knew this meant everything to Hgozi. Training a phoenix to become a commander was hard, especially if you had to tolerate Zetra’s arrogance. However, Hgozi would still guide him in this time of imminent peril. “We have lived here for centuries, and centuries shall follow. Tonight, you will go home and tell your families of your nobility in the face of danger. Tonight, you will also go home and embrace them. But most of all, tonight, you will stand by my side and fight! We are Neferian, and we will not cower as our land is besieged!” The evening clashed with night, and an eternal expanse of black consumed the sky, excluding the lit torches upon the battlefield. For a second, not a word was spoken, and the only sounds that filled the air were insects and animals native to Egypt. Zetra broke it. “Charge!” Zetra bounced on his horse as it pressed head on. He stood up on the horse’s makeshift saddle and kicked off, igniting the sky with the likeliness of a bird, a phoenix. Along with him were 9 others. The Order of the Phoenix raged across the sky and dropped in the sands dunes unleashing fiery pits as they landed on top of the Raiken. Zetra haphazardly dodged inexplicable weapons thrown at him by men below. However, as he approached Decimus, the man he was targeting, Zetra saw a man with black eyes, red hair, and a demonic demeanor behind him. The man with red hair lashed out at Decimus, slitting his throat and laughing while blood expelled on the ground. “Avery!” Zetra pushed with all of his force and clashed with Avery, transcending miles beyond the original fight.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:08 pm
A Story of the Original Three Head Knights
Dawn poked holes through the sky, illuminating half of the battlefield. An hour ago, demons and humans scurried up and around the surrounding hills. Claws shredded skin, teeth tore flesh, and spears, knives, and swords were crammed through unsuspecting foes.
Varric raised his blade and slammed it down on the demon’s head, splitting the seams of his face.
“A bit brutal, don’t you think?” came William
“Ask him,” Varric pointed, slamming his boot on the demon’s skull.
“Blunt, as always. Well, I can’t say I’m not glad to have the old you back.”
“I never left,” Varric said as they both approached Jebediah.
Jebediah sat with his head cocked back and a bellowing laugh of relief to greet the two men.
“We feel the same way, Jeb,” said William.
“Says the one who was quivering at my back for the entire battle,” Varric claimed.
“Hey, I did good in that battle! Even Jeb will vouch for me, won’t you?”
Jebediah turned away with wide eyes.
“I’m not in this,” Jebediah said with a painful groan.
“Anyway, I saved you from that demon that practically almost impaled you, Varric. That guy was coming at you with what a pirate’s intent for what rum would be.”
“Had to say it,” Jeb said as he bit on his lip in a low tone.
“Say what?”
“You’re about to find out wha-”
On cue, a righteous, vibrant laugh exploded from the heavens. Along with it came the poorly kept, stuttering engine of the Black Dagger. The hunk of a ship hovered high up in the sky, casting its bobbing shadow on the loose sand-packed ground. A rope and a figure of a man dropped down. The man held a half-cracked jug of rum in his right hand,
“How pleasant,” Jebediah muttered while shifting to get up.
“What’d you say, friend?” Garth inquisited.
“Nothing, Garth,” Jebediah said with a smile that said, ‘You’re my friend, and I like you, but I wish you weren’t here right now.’
“So, where be the demons?” Garth responded.
Jebediah, William, and Varric surveyed their surroundings, giving Garth a blank look.
“They’re all dead,” Varric said.
“That’s not all thanks to you, by the way, Varr-”
Garth mumbled a conglomerate of words in a monotone frequency.
“What?” Jebediah asked with his common expression of odd quirkiness.
“You mean to say,” Garth spoke with his hands raised to his audience, “that ye steel fodder left me no demons to kill?!”
“Yes, Garth. That’s exactly what we’re saying.”
“Again!”
“Well, you’re not exactly part of the infantry.”
“Oh, God. Listen to this gob shite. ‘Not exactly part of the infantry,’ he says,” Garth said in a funny tone that made Jebediah regret the comment.
“Ah,” Jebediah said with a big smile, “it’s good to have you here, Garth.”
Jebediah watched specks of sand collapsed near a close dune, mimicking a small avalanche. Varric and William must have felt it, too, for they unsheathed their swords and got in a fighting stance. Garth was last to get the tremors.
“What the hell is that?” Garth asked.
“Demons,” Jebediah said with a look of dread. “Garth, is your ship operational.?”
“Of course it is. What kind of a pirate do you think I am, boy?”
“An unorganized, rum-guzzling, unkempt, smelly one. That seem about right?”
“Well, more or less. Anyway, the ship should be up and runnin’ in no time.”
“Good,” Jebediah said.
Garth motioned for all of the men to help him pull down his buoyant craft. Jebediah, Varric, William, and Garth tugged at the rope for a good few seconds before it had landed, sending small bursts of sand up the sides.
“What do you have on that thing?” Varric said with a mask of annoyance.
“Rum. Well... No, just rum.”
Varric shook his head and walked up the metal ramp leading to the craft. William followed, flicking his friend’s forehead and running. Varric fell, but continued chasing William and grabbed him by the shirt to give him an equivalent punishment, a noogie.
Jebediah and Garth laughed at their immaturity, then found their way to the wheel of the craft.
“Let’s see if she flies,” Garth said.
“Aye,” Jebediah replied with his arms folded and his finger twisting his lip.
Jebediah’s body tingled with excitement and adrenaline. He knew what the men over the hill were capable of. The blood spattered across the backdrop of the sand was a clear picture of that. Jebediah watched Varric and William trump up the stairs leading to the central wheel. He knew them
like brothers, just as he did Garth, and almost all of their strengths and weaknesses, their history.
Varric, a battle-hardened soldier, lost something that Jebediah did, too: family. It was the one reason they were both out here in the sands.
Varric always told stories of his children and wife. However, that was only when he was drunk, when he was out of his own mind. When Cecilia, a blonde-haired, dashing Bright-Fielder, vanished, a switch flicked in Varric’s brain. And then his children’s disappearance made him go practically insane. When he met Jebediah, or more correctly, was saved by Jebediah, Varric asked with vital intent if he could become his second-hand man. Jebediah agreed, taking him on as a slayer of monsters, eventually leading to the position of a Head Knight within Bright-Field.
William, a more newer recruit, was a good kid with his optimistic, brave personality and style.
William was from another kingdom. He never said which one, but it was far north to the Kingdom of Bright-FIeld. Apparently, goblins ransacked his house, slaughtered everyone he’s ever loved, and burned his house to ashes. In the ashes, a bill of sale with his father’s name and a king, Valek, was scratched on it. Knights of Bright-Field were strolling through when William came upon it, and William begged them to join, to learn how to fight. Jebediah was on that patrol and fought for William to be a knight. Now, William holds on to that piece of paper. For the hope that he might find his father, just maybe.
As for Jebediah, he lost someone special, too. Elizabeth. Elizabeth was his driving force. She was taken and slaved in a raid. However, just like Varric, there was no trail for him to follow. Just the mere description and a ferrotype photograph of Elizabeth, with flowing black hair and beautiful blue eyes. That’s all he had.
“Hey, do you guys see that?” William said with swamped curiosity.
A figure danced on the horizon of the massive sand dune. It almost looked like it was teleporting, bursting into blue flames each time.
“I think it’s teleporting, Jeb,” came Varric.
“That’s exactly what I thought.”
“If he’s teleporting, we need to get out of here. Fast.”
William scoffed. “How strong can he be?”
“I’m guessing pretty dang strong if he can teleport, Will,” said Jebediah.
“Aye,” Garth chimed in.
Garth flipped up a metal hatch near the wheel and cut a wire, then hooked two pairs of them together.
“This should work,” Garth said with a look determination, furrowing his brow at the teleporting figure.
A spark flew out of the metal hatch, the engine kicked, and everyone was somersaulted forward. Jebediah gained back his balance from a side railing, nearly falling off the craft. William seemed to have a moment of resilience and planted his iron legs down to save Varric from having a fatal fall to his death, for the craft had already skyrocketed to a blue canvas and white haze of clouds.
The muffled sound of Varric, enraged because of Garth’s flying skills, soon filled his ears while looking down on thousands of demons. There was no way that they were going to take them on. The mere thought of that made his stomach turn. Varric crouched next to him.
“That was a real close call, Jeb. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Man, look at all of them. There was no-”
A crack surged through the exterior of the craft and let out a booming frequency. Jebediah covered his ears, but soon that was no longer his priority. He felt the world shift in silence for a moment, he felt Varric grip the edge of his shirt, then both of them grabbing the railing. The world was turned sideways, pivoting them to the ground.
Everything was so fast and instant. The craft lost its rhythmic, sputtering engine noise that Jebediah liked, the world had been flipped, and they were falling to their imminent deaths. He savoured the last few seconds of his life. He felt like he should have said something to Varric, but it was too late. The world around him was captured in a frame of darkness.
Was he truly dead? Jebediah gripped to the craft still, but managed to grasp for the stubble on his face. Nothing made sense.
“Varric?”
“I’m here, friend.”
“Where are-”
Jebediah was cut off when the world around him was ignited back into life. But this time, it was accompanied by the hostile shouts and grunts of demons, scaling the craft. Jebediah was turned over by a demon with white eyes, a jagged face, and horns protruding from the front of his scalp. He smiled with gnarly teeth and showcased his blade in front of Jebediah’s face before William kicked him off and gutted him, blood gushing out as he did it.
The world turned back horizontal and screams of terror and excitement filled the air. All of the men had managed to rendezvous at the central wheel again. They all stood in a circle with their blades pointing towards their creeping foes.
“If we die,” Jebediah screamed, “we die together. And if we prevail, we prevail as the knights of the Kingdom of Bright-Field. If this title means anything to you, you will fight, and you will live. Long live the King!”
Jebediah swung his claymore at the head of the first demon he saw, but the man ducked, delivering a devastating blow to his back and making him fall on a knee. The man came behind Jebediah and grabbed his head. Jebediah twisted around and lunged his dagger at the man, but he fell and missed. His fingers were now exposed on the wooden deck for the demon to come over and step on them, but he moved them quickly and lunged again, colliding with the demon’s stomach and left blood spilling at the point of insertion.
Another demon attempted to claw at his face, but Varric came fast and stabbed him five times, pushing him off deck before he could do anything. Varric helped Jebediah up.
“You good, old man?”
“Boy, I’ve been killing demons since I was thirty. Of course.”
William and Garth fought at a stalemate with five demons, weaving in and out of them, trying not to get caught or pricked by a blade. Garth killed William’s foe and William returned the favor by doing the same. Finally, Varric and Jebediah made their way over. Varric slit a demon’s throat and Jebediah stabbed one in the back, twisting the blade. Garth grabbed onto the horns of a demon and held him down, allowing William to slice his chest.
Within all of the commotion, Jebediah hadn’t even noticed the man gradually coming up the stairset, his hands behind his back in a classy manner. Varric tapped his shoulder and he turned to charge, but then he noticed the black aura that now surrounded him, the one he had seen earlier. All of the distant screams of demons now became low, practically inaudible. Jebediah still held the same amount of caution, even though the demons couldn’t get them, at least as of now.
“Who are-” Jebediah attempted.
“Excuse me, Jebediah. I think I will be the one making the introductions here,” the strange figure spoke. “After all, I did save your lives. Now, won’t you please show me… despair?” the stranger said with an odd, high-pitched laugh.
“I like to know the names of the people I kill,” Varric chimed in.
“Oh, me? I suppose you can call me Kefka.”
“Why’d you save us, Kefka?” Jebediah asked.
“Well, I simply saved you because I like to see the faces of the people I kill. Or, I could leave you to the demons. Haven’t really decided yet.
Everyone got tense and grasped for a fighting stance. They were all tired, and if it didn’t end here, it wouldn’t end at all. They had to kill this man, hopefully a long enough battle for Garth to fire back up the engine and get them out of there.
“Frankly, you’ve caused me, my brother, and the Aldrakian Dominon too much trouble out here on these sands. The sooner you accept death, the easier it will be. Ave.”
Kefka conjured a ball of elements in his hand and crushed his hand into a fist, which sent an explosion of embers out. The black aura still surrounded them as Kefka walked slowly over to Jebediah and his men. Jebediah felt an irresistible drowsiness fill his state of mind, then watched as Garth, William, and Varric fell dormant.
Kefka watched Jebediah, who was the last to fall asleep.
“You really have promise, Jebediah. In fact, all of you do. I saw you fighting. I saw the way you men think.”
Kefka crouched down and put his hands on his knees. Jebediah tried to grab out, but he couldn’t. Somehow, whatever Kefka had cast upon them restricted him from doing so. Jebediah wanted to do something so bad. Kefka was right there.
“However, you allegiance is, at least from what I can see, locked in stone. Anyway, enough about you, okay? The Aldrakian Dominion should be at the gates of Bright-Field in a few days. And where will you be, you may ask. To be honest, that’s for these fools to decide.”
Kefka made a swipe motion with his hand and the aura was broken, receding faster as demons flooded the deck. Jebediah watched Kefka burst into blue flames and disappear, just as sleep ensued.
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