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We All Must Rise
RP Wanted The Portal 
Misael
Currently championing:
#1

This all seemed so familiar but absolutely nothing about it was. As the giant pressed through the shadowed vine he remembers his first entering in Helovia, the beauty and memories of a place that he once called home flash up in his golden orbs and it pains him to think it was all gone. Everything he had built, everything the Chromed had begun to understand about himself and who he was, gone--just gone. Friendships, lovers even fucking enemies, would he ever see them again? His own child was out there somewhere and it was his fault that he knows nothing of her whereabouts, it was too painful to think if she was even alive. He knew he had to be realistic that those he held very close to him he would likely never see again. Emotions of anger and sadness swirl around his gut and he mourns for them and mourns for him, Misael knew not who he was anymore. A rage brews nasty and hot, why! WHY! He ponders, the man had acquired such a successful dwelling for himself, he even believed that some of his fellows might have loved him, but it was all to ash now. Nothing mattered. He has no choice but to start over again and after the many islands he has created a life on and throughout the many phases of Misael, he finds himself here with little left, lost in a fog of whether it was even worth it anymore. Everything he has ever known has been taken from him since he was a colt, not even granted the lowly right of access to his own childhood, all his memories stolen, his lineage unknown, his mind rambles and rambles and only the sting of Lazarus' tail brought him back to this world. Misael cherishes the ebonite lion for always being there when Mis finds himself too far into his own thoughts, without his companion Mis might have already lost his damn shit.

Focus. The word bounces around in his head as he hears his companion trying to rein in his striped friend, he must focus. He must rebuild. He has no other option. So with a redefined goal, the man picks up his step. His ears twist around with every crack and sound that rises, damn was this place weird as FUCK. His thick, ridiculously long locks pickup moss and vinery has he makes his way through the dense fog. Midnight blue nares knew naught what to think of the misty, smokey, air and he sure as hell didn't like the eyes that hid behind the wood. His steps were awfully loud in all this silence and quite frankly, Mis and Laz both wanted to get the fuck out of here. He wasn't entirely in the mood to be drenched in shadows and darkness, although this is quite the place he belongs. He is a man of manipulation and darker intentions after all. Rising his heavy horned head, the Chromed calls out with his deep chords, letting fate decide whether help or horror will answer.

OCC: so rusty its been years hang with me here!

MAGIC:

{Dark x Light | Ability to force an individual to feel as if they are experiencing a singular emotion of his choosing}

& his companion Laz



Misael
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
the Rift
The Rift is hungry, starving as you step into the world. It eyes you, millions of glowing lights in your peripheral vision that blink in and out of existence, surveying and studying you, as though it can look through you and see just how many delicious things you bring with.

But it finds only one thing in its scrutiny. And it reaches out, fast as lightning (perhaps lightning does crack somewhere above from manufactured rumbling clouds) and caresses you swiftly, digging its branching forks deep within you to snuff the magic from you and swallow it whole.

Then it recedes, back into the crevices of which it came from. The eyes no longer watch you, and you are free to go.


| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Misael |

Magic:
The Rift devours your magic.

The companion goes wild!

You can trial to get the magic back, and once you reach enough Rift Force you can rebond to the companion :) Welcome to the Rift!
» Presence of the Rift «


Misael
Currently championing:
#3

Horror. Horror answered him.

Ears fly backwards as the eyes that had danced before him seemed to close in on him, they overwhelmed his sight, yellow everywhere, blinking and tormenting the striped stallion. He once thought he feared nothing, but here he was, crippling at the sight of amber, tossing around his head as if he could just throw out the eyes that ate through him. He could feel it deep within him, his magic, a light that always flickered, became dimmer and dimmer until the entire flame had been snuffed out, stolen, gone. His jaw clenched, eyes pinch closed as he let out a growl, he couldn't have possibly expected this to be apart of his fate. More anger rose within the Gaint, He pawed the rocky, misty ground with his large golden hooves, swinging his head around as he searched for the yellow eyed attackers, "WHERE ARE YOU" He screamed out, a faucet of anger to which he had no ability to turn off. The pain of his magic being ripped from him was completely veiled by the red hot fury that replaced the flame of his magic, outrage burning through his veins. What had he done that deserved such agony, such an entrance to a place he was merely hoping he could make something out of himself again. Misael always searched for purpose, but was there purpose in a world as sick and evil as the rift?

It wasn't over. His rage had blinded him and his twisted, snarled face melted away to deep confusion. He didn't even know about the hurt and pain that would come to find him but he felt it now within his soul, tearing away the threads that kept him sane. Lazarus was gone. The cat had never left his side since the moment they bonded but here in mists and fogs, the black lion was ripped from him and Misael watched as Laz disappeared into the shadows. Misael reached out for him but there was nothing there, the thoughts they shared had silenced, gone as if he was never even there. Misael took off, thundering through the place he had no knowledge of, the only thing he knew was Laz. The lion couldn't leave him, Misael told himself that he wasn't gone, he would return, he has too. The lion had been there so many fucking times and saved Misael from the only thing that Misael truly feared; himself. The cat was his rock, his everything, he helped Misael in so many ways that the thought of him truly being gone shook Misael to his core. He loved Lazarus and Misael had loved no other ever before. This just couldn't be true, he shook his head praying he would wake up, a dream this all had to be.

The agony within his bones told him of the reality he simply didn't want to face, he would not be waking up. This was no dream and Misael stopped running, utterly shocked, the anger that once encompassed him had given away to sorrow and he had no idea what to do now. How could he be expected to go on without his best friend, how could he do anything? Nothing could be the same without him. His breaths filled the air, sweat rolled down his thick muscular pillars and his hair had become tangled with vinery. An enemy had been made and the only thing Misael knew now was vengeance. He would learn about this place, this sick, terrible rift, he will find Laz and he will not stop until the cat is back beside him. The yellow eyes had stolen something that was irreplaceable and his soul ached to have the hole filled. Fuck the magic, he needed Lazarus.






OCC: mis gonna lose his mind someone come save him




Misael
Seiji the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#4

He moves silently. Not softly for a horse but silently. Here in the Portal of all places, Seiji grows ever more appreciative of the enchanted greaves on his hind legs, which muffle the delicate noise of his footfalls. He slips between the trees unnoticed, just another shadow in a den of shadows. It is by far his least favorite place in the Rift. It's an ominous place, a tricky place, full of intention which fuzzes softly against his nerves. It reminds him of things he would prefer not to remember; it makes him want to run.

He walks.

He's heading west today, away from Halyven. Not looking for anyone here, though he passes a few of them by. Newcomers, he supposes, drawn into this place by the awful hunger which makes up the backbone of the Rift. He's a little surprised to find he thinks of it that way now — Rift. Not the word he used before. He's maybe growing a little too comfortable. He needs to move. His gait picks up to a trot, and worry keeps his ears keen as he moves. Not for long.

There is a — noise.

A voice.

Seiji halts, his head up, muscle quivering beneath his skin. A roaring voice somewhere distant. The pounding of hooves. Someone under attack? He knows strange creatures dwell in this place alongside those who speak. Things less friendly than the more-or-less equid things wandering the land. For an instant, he's still. Trying to divine some sense from the distant clamor, but all he knows is someone sounds desperate. Maybe angry, maybe just afraid. And he knows this: he remains so grateful to Kiada for greeting him when he first arrived. For explaining it all. He can't explain, but maybe he can offer a little direction, like he tried to do for Ferro. He need not get involved. He's so bad at refusing to get involved.

So he trots off again, scanning the trees for the source of the noise. He would like to call out, but he can't. He can only search, ears pricked, dark eyes keen, until he catches something like a flash of color there between the trees. Blue. Surprising. Seiji slows, wary, and tries to approach from the front. He is so quiet, so alarmingly black, he hopes the stranger won't mistake him for just another piece of the Rift. But he approaches slowly, his expression soft, his head low, and pauses a few paces away. Hoping to catch the other's eye. To assess the situation further. He thinks this must be the one who called out. Proof in the heaving sides, the wild eyes. And what happened? No one else is here. Seiji gazes at him with some concern.

Misael
Currently championing:
#5

His blood felt like it was boiling beneath the colored layers of his skin and flesh, sweat beaded down his chest and his sides heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Misael was a fit man, but it took a lot from him to move as fast as he had through the misty wood. He was awfully confused, hurt, lost. So lost. There had to be some sort of civilization here, he knew Helovians had traveled here, but where were they now? Could no one help him? Had he been forsaken? These thoughts bounced off the walls of his mind, trying desperately to make sense of anything that had just occurred. He didn't deserve this.

Misael's desire for revenge was just a seed in his chest, but it already stuck within him like a virus and began to grow rapidly inside Misael. He needed to find others in hopes that they may lead him in the right direction to get his beloved Laz back. He would not accept that Laz would willingly leave Misael. It simply couldn't be.

He took tentative steps forward, holding his head low as he forced himself to go on. He didn't realize till the sting of mosses rubbing against his legs that he had cut himself up when he had taken off in a blinded gallop, red stained his golden pillars and bite at him with the salty mix of his sweat and blood. He would have to get himself cleaned up, the gallant and regal Misael he once was known as, now nothing but a tangled mess of dirt, sweat, blood, and a whole lot of anger.

He isn't sure how he didn't hear the stallion who appeared before him now-- just another thing he had Laz for. He was a whole other set of eyes and ears, but now Misael solely depended on his own instincts and senses. Misael stopped quickly in his advances, timid with anything he encountered in this world that he knew nothing of, this world that he didn't belong in. The stallion was painted with dark inks and ebonites, Misael might have even mistaken him for a shadow with how abruptly dark he was. He wasn't sure what to think about him, about anything really, but hell had already rained upon him, so how could it get any worse? He rose his head and straightened up, although he was certain he looked like quite the mess, "I am Misael. I pray you are not here to bring me anymore horrors." He stated simply, having nothing inside him to fight anymore, exhausted and in pain, the Chromed just wanted out and he hoped this man would be of aid, his inner spark expiring as the time passed. Save me from this hell he prayed.







OCC:





Misael
Seiji the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#6

Seiji is still: a pillar of calm in the chaos of the Portal. It no longer frightens him, but he thinks (hopes) he understands what the stranger is feeling. Dark eyes lower briefly to the bright spot of blood on one of the stranger's limbs. Seiji's ears turn slowly back, a delicate frown. This man looked as if he had been through much, maybe even before arriving.

Careful not to move too quickly, Seiji stepped forward. Stepped forward again. Delicately extended his neck. The stranger's voice rumbled between them, and Seiji paused, ears snapping forward. Then vigorously, he shook his head. No, no! He was thinking, though. Did he know of a safe place?

And of course, he did.

He had just left Halyven. He had no desire to return, but he could hardy leave the man stranded and alone, without direction and without answers. Gently, he reached out to prod the stranger gently on the shoulder with his nose, hoping the man would not flinch away or attack. Seiji would not push if he did, though. Then slowly, Seiji stepped back, turned in the direction from which he had come. He took two steps away and paused, blinking over his shoulder at the man.

A simple gesture: this way. He could not explain, but he could take the man to those who could.


ooc// If you'd like, you can feel free to say he followed Seiji to Halyven and stumbled upon the meeting Tech just posted here: http://riftrpg.net/showthread.php?tid=1157&pid=6374 which is open to anyone who wants to join! Seiji is unlikely to actually enter Halyven and would likely leave Misael near the outskirts if he does decide to follow. If you'd like to keep this thread going until it's long enough to claim for RF, I'm also up for that! But Seiji can't talk so Misael would have to do most of the conversing. :P