Myth City

The small boat was making progress as usual the water lapping quietly against the boat's sides. Standing along the head he would let his cloak wrap around his form making him seem like he was hugging himself. A large peice of fabric had been positioned just below his noise to cover to the most amount his face and expressions. A head band was also positioned along his forehead making his eyes the only real visible part of his feature. Strange eyes mostly, instead of having whites they were mainly split in half. One side would be red while the other was white, it went across to the other eye as well. His pupils however still gave off that of human nature, two solid brown optics stared at the lapping waves. He would arrive shortly at the desired destination.

Name: Cobain
Age: old enough looks 23
Gender: female
Species: Undead (like a vampire but can walk in daylight)
Powers: strength, speed, immortal

Cobain emerged from the waters. Her blonde tressels cut short in a pixie. She pulled herself onto the beach, out of breath. Sh had bruises, burns and scars all over her. Undead's take longer to heal, especially when one has spent the last 22 years in No-Mans-I-Land. It took her so long, to figure out how to escape.
She was pretty sure she was on Life Island, she sat up, still dressed in her muddy prison clothes, but she had managed to get those nasty medal cuffs they slap on.
Cobain was a hitwoman, and was a reasonably good one in her time. Until she was snitched on by someone she trusted. She had been set up, and it was time to find the bastard. She slowly rose to her feet, which were blistered and bleeding and headed up the beach. She was hoping that her hideout was still in the same spot.

(Can I join?)

Name: Tom Jones

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Species: Celestial guardian (Although he doesn't know it.)

Powers: It's sort of like ki. As he lives and fights, it evolves with him. If you really want to know then send me a PM with what ever questions you have.

Gold Island, home of the rich, home of the slobs, nobles and all other self-regarding filth. That island had no fear expecting an attack, this would be simple. He could do it, he was Xin Res feared. The boat would appear not to be monitored by any one as the waves continued pulling him onward along with the wind filtering behind him. Orbs quietly squinting in the sun his now apparant blue locks breezed slightly as an island came into view. Densely populated, docks lining it, this would be Life Island. Perhaps supplies weren't plentiful, besides he was here to aquire a legendary item said to be located near the outskirts, a cave persay. One large seal implanted at the door would require one simple thing. "Blood.." The noise of hull grinding against shore would sound as Xin would leap off landing on dry land. At that he would be directed towards his next location.

Cobain would be able to find the rat easily, it was something she could smell through the air. She found herself behind a large grocery store, piles of gravel and dirt lay infront of her. She smiled, it was still here. Slowly she would walk towards the large hole in the ground, which was caused by rain and earthquakes. She looked below, it was all mud, but she could still see the medal door. Its handle gleamed in the light.
With the rest of her strength she slid down the slope, mud piling around her feet.
When she reached the metal door handle, she slowly opened it, groaning as the mud slowly moved, making the door feel 100 lbs more. She quickly hopped inside. It was a large shelter, an old bomb shelter actually. She flicked on the flourescent light, revealing all her weapons and tools she needed.
She smiled walking towards the large metal closet, stock ful of her clothing.

The sound of the island's life filled his ears as he quietly moved alone. One or two children passed him by going about their cheerful day as he himself reflected on the task at hand. A hand delving in the folds of the cloak he was wearing he would withdraw a mud stained map staring at it. Drawn simply by a child's mind, he had lived here once. No, he wasn't that child any more in search of legendary weapons along with posessed with the downfall of Gold Island. It wouldn't be long, stopping he would stand in front of a large cave overgrown with vines. Extending a hand he would wave it once the vines moving from each other as if the thought of being on fire occured.
At that he would quietly step inside welcomed with the smell of old memories, yet another hand wave would let the shadows move from a specified spot revealing small faded chalk marks. Drawings..from a child's mind, along with a few friends. They had knew nothing of what dwelled in this cave power..

(Could someone fill me in on the plot. I would like to make a cool intro soon.)

Cobain stepped out of the hideout, her hair washed, a cigarette dangling from her ruby red lips. She was dressed in a black and white corset and white leather pants with her combat boots tightly tied over them. A buck knife was strapped to her left boot, and her black trench hung to the back of her knees. Two gold 9mm semi automatic's holstered at her sides, and her favorite sawed off shot gun clipped to her leg.
Quickly she would jet upwards, her feet almost leaping off the ground. She would then appear ontop of the grocery store, kneeling down. Her cold green eyes scanning Life Island, it had been a long time. To long.
She had to find that bastard.
His name was James Kent, the one that got her busted, the one that set her up. She smiled and leaped down from the building, her trench coat flying around her. She landed perfectly, her boots making a thudd. She would then start walking towards the docks.

Farmers Island. As Cobain stepped off the boat, dirt flying around her feet, she could see all the plantations and the millions of crops that where being harvested. The barns were being painted, everything was being kept up. She walked slowly down the dirt road, seeing the white and gray trimmed barn in the distance. It sat high on the rolling hills of high hay and roaming cows. This is where James Kent's brother lived, he was a hard worker and kept his hands out of the dirty work his brother was into.
She would travel up the long twisted drivway, the wind pushing her hair and trench coat towards the left, revealing her weapons which she had no intention of hiding.
As she walked around the man house, the dogs barking and running around her she headed straight for the barn. James brother, Brian stood at the top loft, tossing barrels of hay below. Cobain looked up, her eyes squinting.
"Hey Brian, long time no see." she hissed. She had no desire in hurting him, she only took someones blood if she was in battle, or if she had no weapons. Mostly, she would use her supply she kept in her hideout. Brian halted, looking down at her, his face changed almost turning white.

][well, im kinda doing my own thing right now...so just make a entrance.][

Tom had spent enough time in the ghetto of the middle island as he could stand. "I'm getting pretty sick of this place. It sucks." He thought to himself walking to the bay. "I'm going to make a better life for myself if I have to swim all the way across the ocean." He said to the wind. He jumped into the ocean and began to swim to the western island. he swam as hard as he could but without the ability to navigate he kept swimming in circles only to wash up on an island that Tom hoped never to land on, No-Mans-I-Land. Tom wanted to leave as soon as possible but he was to exhausted to move, all Tom could do was lay there and hope nothing came along to kill him.

The motion of a dagger would show as Xin would run it along his hand. The noise of splitting skin followed by the brief drop of blood would sound as Xin would sheath the blade. Running his thumb along the open wound he would begin muttering as he ran his finger in a varied amount of motions along the wall. Dirt was slowly starting to give way as the whole cave seemed to groan. The chanting would quietly stop as Xin removed his hand. The walls quietly opening up would reveal a circular orange orb resting quietly. Extending a hand he would take it up slipping it into an indention along the guantlet resting on his right arm. A brief glow would resound as Xin would turn his back to the cave. "It's begun.." A huge beam of orange would erupt from the cave sending it along the sky. It would seem to last forever as large rumbles were heard. It seemed the islands were slowly being landlocked together. Perhaps another hidden means to Xin's plan. Half-shot blood optics would quietly observe the beaten path as the screams sounded.
Xin couldn't help but let his smile creep by optics flashing once as his feet connected with the boat again. Just four more would all that would be needed. Then, the Ultima weapon would be his. He would have the Omega weapon when three were collected. Waving a hand once the waves would pick up again as he would stoop some. He had been moving for a while now. Manipulating elements would take the energy of even the best. He would need rest..

Tom woke up hours after washing up on No-Mans-I-Land. He shook some sand from his hair and looked around, trying to see if there was a way off the island besides swimming. "It was a stupid idea in the first place. I should have stayed in the ghetto." He thought to himself kicking a washed up shell. He suddenly heard a scream from somewhere on the island and decided it would be smart to ignore it. "It's none of my business." He told himself, watching the ocean. The boat that he saw passing his former home didn't pass by this island, as though even the sight of No-Mans-I-Land was a danger. Tom wished he had never tried to leave his home on the first place when he heard another scream, it was closer this time. It didn't sound like a scream of fear or pain but a scream of pure dementia. "Okay... That isn't troubling at all." He told himself, beginning to run across the beach. He began to feel true fear when he saw the owner of the screaming voice following him. "My god!... He can't be human, he's moving way too fast!" Tom thought as he looked back at the screaming man who was rapidly gaining on him. As the man got closer he screamed louder and louder. When he got closer to Tom the man pulled a stone knife from his belt and started stabbing at him. Tom stopped and ducked, causing the man to trip over him. Tom rolled on top of him and grappled the knife from his hand. Tom saw hatred and fear in the man's insane eyes. "He has no more human thought... He is no longer truly alive." Tom thought to himself in order to justify sinking the stone knife into the crazy screaming man's heart repeatedly. Tom got up and staggered away from the dead body of the screaming man and went to find some shelter.

After the discussion with Brian, she was set. Brian was alittle bloody, but not so bad that he couldn't get on with his day. Cobain walked back down the dusty road, her eyes scanning the area for anyone that was after her. Their were plenty of people willing to kill her, her bounty had to be out by now.
Escaping from No-Mans-I-Land wasn't to easy, and escaping from such place would certainly make her most wanted. She arrived at Gold Island. She smiled as she lit a cigarette and slowly walked down the main strip, her eyes spotting the black window frame.
"James." she hissed walking towards the large black bodyguard that stood with no smile.
She starred right at the man, who stood about 6 inches higher than her. So she had the advantage, not to mention the guns and weapons she wielded. She arched a brow and quickly spun, her blade sticking two inches from the sleeve of her trench coat, slicing the poor mans throat... leaving him on the beautiful streets of Gold Island, spilling his blood.

Tom drafted a small vessel out of scraps from trees. He made sure to hid and stay quiet when he heard any movement at all. "This is insane! Why don't they just shoot these people instead of driving them crazy by isolating them here?" He thought to himself, wishing he had a weapon. He finished crafting his small boat and launched in the direction of Gold Island. "Come on... I have to make it this time." He said hopefully. He watched the setting sun and used it to guide him. "I hope this works."

After a few hours of rest, Xin would find his boat ashore of No-Man's Island. Yes, he had come back here to retrieve the next stone seeing as he had the one that was required. Fools, they hadn't even tried stopping him yet which was rather odd. The oracle had lied when she said he would face extreme turmoil. What a brutish lie, he would shake the thought of heading towards the main centre of the island. He had made sure to hide his boat. If it were taken he would just take the land strait that would appear once he attained the essence here. Yes, convicts from No-Man's-Island running into Gold would be quite suiting.

Cobain was quick inside. She knew James would hear, that she had escaped. She knew he would be heavily guarded. She pulled out her two silver Baretta's and slowly krept up the stairs. She could hear the two men in the hallway, chatting.
Stupid bastards, she thought to herself. They had no idea who they're dealing with.
QUickly she tucked, rolling into the hallway and the wall stopping her. Her guns aimed and cocked, they had no time to react, she quickly blasted the two in the head and got to her feet, her gun aiming to the camera quickly flicking it off and then shooting it out.
She tucked her guns away, and placed her hand on her row of daggers placed on the back of her belt. Slowly she would open the metal door, there were three men standing in suits, how they didnt hear her gun shots she wasnt sure of.
The dumbass probably sound proofed the room, she thought with a smile on her face.
Quickly she creeped, the men not even realizing what was happening. With a quick flick of the wirst the dagger shot out like a bullet from her hand, hitting one man hard in the back of the neck. As the man grabbed his throat, as one would be sure it proturded out the other end, the other man slowly turned his hand on his wapon.
Another quick flick, and the dagger shot out hitting him inbetween the eyes. The third was now turned around, quickly she would slid uner the table as he aimed and shot at her. She pulled out her buck knife from her boot, and quickly sliced his knee's causing him to fall, then she would strick him hard in the chest and twist.
Slowly she would rise to her feet, and walk to the silver door, she knew he would be behind it. She would open it quickly, the door banging hard on the wall. James and his large bodyguard would turn.
Cobain grinned, quickly pulling out her beratta, as she walked towards the bodyguard and shot him twice, once in the chest the other in the forehead. She would then turn towards James, and grin

Originally posted by Chaosbark
After a few hours of rest, Xin would find his boat ashore of No-Man's Island. Yes, he had come back here to retrieve the next stone seeing as he had the one that was required. Fools, they hadn't even tried stopping him yet which was rather odd. The oracle had lied when she said he would face extreme turmoil. What a brutish lie, he would shake the thought of heading towards the main centre of the island. He had made sure to hide his boat. If it were taken he would just take the land strait that would appear once he attained the essence here. Yes, convicts from No-Man's-Island running into Gold would be quite suiting.

Cobain smiled at James, who sat in his own urine. He wasn't very good at picking security. She tossed her gun aside and pulled out her buck knife. James squirmed, but Cobain quickly grabbed him.
"The Oracle warned me about you." she said to him. "I must say, you are one smart rat." she hissed. "Your brother can't keep his mouth shut either."
"PLease Cobain, it wasn't my fault."
"Shut up, you two timing peice of shit." she hissed. "Next time you speak, this is being shoved threw your throat."
"Don't kill me." he whimpered.
"Oh.. baby.. baby.. baby." Cobain whispered, touching his face and smiling evily. "I'm not just gunna kill you, I'm going to overkill you. This room... is going to be soaked in blood."
"How did you get out?" he asked, Cobain was raising the buck knife over her head.
He screamed. Screamed could be heard from the black window frame, that sat above the Coffee Shoppe. Horrible sickening screams, but Cobain was in her glory, and when things had calmed down, she was drenched in blood, just as well as the room. James was slightly breathing, still pleading.
Cobain tossed the kife, and smiled, lifting his bloody wrist, and sunk her sharp white fangs into his meat, sucking the last of his life out. When she was done, she stood to her feet, and walked into the rest room.
"Thank god for leather." she said with a smile, and wiped the blood clean off of her and swiftly jumped out the small window, landing in an alley.

Tom was tired and starving when he felt his tiny boat hit land. "He looked up at a place he had never seen before. It looked bright and clean, just as he had dreamed. "Gold Island." He said, his voice sounding raspy. He pulled himself out of the boat and stumbled into the city.

Xin had finally made it to the run down temple covered in water. No one was allowed access save perhaps one with water manipulating abilities. Staring at the cascade of water he would raise his hands two streams jutting fourth. It was almost perfect timing as two insane convicts had ran up just behind him. Both streams connecting he would quietly advance. His footsteps would quietly be heard from the small amount of water on the ground. He saw the item he desired, blue and luminous in the statue of the water essense being. Though, the problem was the large amount of differen't current water in front of him. He couldn't command all of them at once. Turning to a large statue he would lean back giving it a vicious shove.
The exact place he had picked would suit as he would leap onto the statue basically balancing as the stone object connected with the statue of the water essence. Outlatching a hand he would pull it away and off the blue orb absorbing into his hand. The water would instantly calm as Xin quickly swam. It wouldn't be long until..Just as he had exited the large pyre of blue shot fourth from the sky resounding everywhere. Rain was falling, it was drenching No-Man's Island as well as creating yet more straits of land. Quickly breaking off at a run Xin would proceed to his boat.