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Besh	Feb 16 2009, 07:16 PM
Posts: 138 Group: Lake Dwellers Member #28 Joined: August 1, 2007	OOC: Just something that popped into my head. Join if you like, and we'll see where it goes. Finally got around to posting it. If this isn't the right place for it, can someone move it, please? Thanks. For future reference: Pyrokinesis - Ability to set things on fire with one's mind. Hydrokinesis - Ability to summon/manipulate water with one's mind. Aerokinesis - Ability to manipulate air with one's mind. Tetrakinesis - Ability to manipulate the earth with one's mind. Photokinesis - Ability to bend/manipulate light with one's mind. (My character will be the only one who can do this. You'll see why.) Oh, as a final note: The deities' names are simply anagrams of the element they govern. shrug IC: "Get out of here, and never come back! You're a freak, an abomination, a disgrace! I never want to see you again!" The boy was flung out of the tavern, and a sack attached to a stick was flung out onto the ground after him. "You aren't one of us! Photokinetics are heretics. Light exists outside the realm of the gods. Yet you choose to use your unnatural powers anyway. Begone!" The person speaking was large, muscular, dark. The very antithesis of the boy he'd just thrown out. "Go, before you call down the wrath of the Divine on us!" There were four deities that were accepted and worshipped by society. Threa, the Earth Goddess, who chose Tetrakinetics as Her vessels of enforcement. Rife, the Fire God, who granted Pyrokinetics their abilities. Rawet, the Water God, who imbued Hydrokinetics with their powers. Finally, there was Ira, the Air Goddess, who bestowed upon Aerokinetics their divine manipulations. There had once been a fifth deity, Thigl, the Light Goddess, and there used to be Photokinetics that walked the planet. But that was no more. Rife had accused Thigl of building an army of Photokinetics to overthrow the other Kinetics and the other deities. Thigl, of course, had always been the mediator of any conflict among the divine, and Her Photokinetics as a result had always been peacekeepers, and had the most power. They had to; they functioned as the 'police force' of the civilization. But with the accusations, Rife's implications started a war that had wiped out Thigl, Her Photokinetics, and the rest of the people in the world. The other deities had had to start over with everything, and had lived in harmony, and so had Their Kinetics. Thigl and Her Photokinetics were the stuff of legends. None of them put Thigl or Photokinetics in a flattering light. To be a Photokinetic was to be a heretic, a blasphemer. The small boy stood, his silver-irised eyes fixated on the man standing in the light of the doorway. He couldn't understand what had happened; he hadn't been doing anything, and suddenly, the man had been calling maniacally for him. "I'm right here!" the boy had said, and the man had turned and gasped, his eyes hardening. "Damned!" had been the first thing out of the man's mouth toward the boy. "You just materialized out of nowhere! You bent the light around you to make yourself invisible! Heretic. Blasphemer. Hellhound. Leave this place." And now here the boy stood, uncomprehending. "But...but Father, I..." "Leave!" the man roared, brown eyes blazing. The boy let out a choked sob and picked up the bag and stick and ran, tears pouring down his face. "Never show yourself in this place again, by Threa! I will kill you if ever you darken my doorstep!" "What, what are you doing? Where's my child?" a woman said, appearing behind the man, who shut the door on the still running child. "He is hellbound. You saw his eyes." "All Kinetics' eyes are like that when they're little! Once they get older, their affinity makes itself known, and their eye color changes accordingly! You know that!" "His eyes were white, and now they are silver. He's a Photokinetic. I refuse to harbor a sacreligious being like him." "He's your son!" "No son of mine will be one of the Damned Photokinetics!" The woman let out a cry and flung open the door, intending to get her son. But the boy was nowhere to be found. "I hope you're proud of yourself," she said, turning to the man with tears in her eyes. She died three weeks later of grief from the loss of her only child. xXx 13 Years Later xXx That boy was no longer little, nor did he ever cry. He was tall and broad, despite being only 17, though his simple brown robe hid his solid physique from view. It annoyed him to no end that he'd grown up to be built like his father. He'd managed to erase all recollection of that night, but it always came back to haunt him in the one place he couldn't escape them: his dreams. They were full of a face that looked so much like his it was eerie, but his eyes, instead of being silver, were brown and full of hatred. Hatred towards a boy he had spawned, hatred founded on something that his son had had no say in. "Nihil!" a woman's voice called. Nihil sighed and turned around, his hood obscuring all aspects of his modelesque face: sculpted cheekbones, long, straight nose, thin lips, light dusting of silver facial hair that spread from his jaw to just under his nose. His hood also covered his unruly silver hair. The color silver was his brand, his trademark, what betrayed his identity. Dyes did nothing; the silver always shone through. His silvery eyes studied the woman as she approached, and he said quietly, "Mikaela, what is it?" "Please, Nihil, you don't have to leave." "Yes, Kae, I do. I've been discovered." Again. "I can't stay here any longer; not without bringing harm to you and your kin. I won't do that. You've done so much for me over the past seven years, but I won't endanger you any longer." With that, he turned around and vanished. No farewells, no goodbyes, nothing. He allowed the light to refract off his body once more when he'd gotten far enough away so that Mikaela wouldn't be able to track him down by following the air displacement she was so receptive to, being an Aerokinetic. He growled at the image of her ice-blue eyes piercing his silver ones, pleading with him not to leave. But he had no choice. He was pulled out of his ruminations by a noise. "You have until the count of five to reveal yourself before I start hurling Photon Darts," Nihil said, clenching his hand and making glowing needles form in between his fingers as he did so. "One...two...four..." Edited by Besh, Feb 16 2009, 07:17 PM.
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