Young Writers Society

(Um, just to clear things up, Timothy will not act like a jester infront of people who he knows and relates with. Such as the Pirncess. Timothy is decietful much like your own character, so would it be possible for them to share knowledge and the such? They could be cunning allies. Oh and Timothy is never jolly.)

Timothy

Timothy smiled coldly, things were looking interesting, he wondered how the Dux would deal with this. Tim enjoyed testing people and watching them being tested. It was fun and sadicstic muc like his nature.

He was sure that him and the Princess shared this in commone, sadism at the very least. He respected him and in turn he respected her; he knew the true Princess underneath her appearanc which she upheld and she knew him under the Jester he appeared to be.

He followed close behind, his eyes ever watching, always looking for an escape route if the need ever rose. His red eyes darted to the Princess and he never failed to be awed by her looks.

Things were about to get interesting with the Princess here. Magically interesting he cold cruel smile grew, but he turned it into that of a jester's grin he kenw some people were always watching.

Instead of walking he took it upon himslef to flip and do cartwheels while following them. All the while a thought in his head, I enjoy tests.

Dux:

When the night came. The dux walked out of his palace where one of his servants was waiting for him.

The servant brought him a horse and the dux jumped on it. He soon galopped away.

(I COMMAND YOU ALL!!! BRING THIS BACK TO LIFE!!!!)

Laviant:

Everyone had been taken back to their bedrooms after dinner. Laviant was quite calm considering what would awate the next day.

The Dux had mysticaly dissapeared "for bussiness" The servants had explained.

Laviant wondered where The Dux had gone.

Lurking around the walls of the castle the figure continued his solotary parade to his supplyer. After walking for about a half an hour, the figure approached a small tavern with a sign out front creaking quietly in the night brease. On the sign was the image of a knight on horse back carrying a half drained tankard in one hand and a sword in the other.

"Hmm... The Drunken Knight tavern.... A fitting choice." the figure mummered to himself.

He approached the door and banged on it in a rythmic pattern. A small slide opened up and a gruff voice called out of it.

"What's yer business here?" The voice said.

"I"m here to see someone, open the door." The figure commanded.

With a grunt, the man closed the slide and opened the door. It creaked open. A small sliver of light came out of the doorway onto the street. It shone for a few seconds before dis-apearing as the figure moved into the bar and closed the door.

The bar smelled of stale beer, and mold. Sitting in a courner was a large man. In his hand he held a tankard of beer and in the other a young girl. The figure moved up to the table that the man was sitting at and sat down.

"Can't you see i'm busy boy? Go awa... Oh its you Lloyd. Good. Did you complete your mission?" The fat man asked.

"Of course you idiot. Why would I have come to this dump if I didn't?" Lloyd retorted.

"You don't have to uncivil you know boy. I am you payer." The man said, trying to sound hurt.

"Just give me my money and my next job." Lloyd demanded.

The man sighed and pulled out a large sack of gold. "Here you are boy. Now, your next mission is to get inside of the palace and to kill off the Captain of the Guards there. Understand boy?" The man asked.

"Of course." Lloyd said pucking up the money and placing it in his cloak. He turned away from the table and opened the door. Quickly exiting, Lloyd turned off towards the palace and his biggest job in this city.

Timothy


Timothy looked around, noting is anything was out of order. He had crept out of his room and was searching through the Dux's room. Gods knowing when HE would come back.

Timothy's eyes came upon a object that glinted in the fire-torch and he felt himself drawn to it.

ON closer inspection it appeared to a golden ornamental brooch, suited for either a lady/girl or a young boy.

Timothy pondered over the object for a while, before deciding to pocket it. If it was important the Dux would state it hat it was missing and he would craftily return it, if it wasn't he'd just found a small fortune.

He walked out of the Dux's room feeling slightly proud of himself. Deception was all about how one got out of a situation, not how one dodges it.

He walked don the all a bounceful stride in his step, he considered himself almost content, but not fully.

If he was fully content he would be assassinated or his position would be taken off of him.

Timothy's eyes wandered down the hall and they widened in small delight as he caught sight of the Princess.

A few people surrounded her, so he threw on his fake idiotic smile and cartwheeled over to her.

He managed to mumble out, "Juggling, juggling, juggling - its one of my services that are on for the riches."

Her eyes sharpened as she took his hint - juggling was only ONE of his services, which meant he wanted to he wanted to talk about something of his other ones. Timothy appreciated her cold calculating and cast her an intelligent look, "Jester equals one. Princess equals one. Jester's only have equal to laughs in one, but in different one equal one room."

He wondered if she'd understand that one.

He saw the glint of recognition and she began to move towards a private room.

Grace:

She sat against one of the walls, her head tilted down. She was nearly asleep when she heard light footsteps. They proabbale shouldn't have been heard but she had always had good hearing and it didn't betray her now when a man aproched.

She probable looked like a boy now, with how she had her hair pulled up and into a hat, that was titled over her face to take the light from her eyes. "Shouldn't everyone be asleep, Sir?" She asked, looked up just enough to see he dark figure. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him.

"I tend not to sleep," He answered shortly as he came to a stop, looking down on her.

"I would understand that..." She nodded. "I haven't been able to sleep latly myself."

"Your reason is probable completly diffrent than mine. If you'll excuse me..." He tried to begin his walk into the palace.

"I can not let you pass, Sir." She grabed the ilt of the sward at her side and stood up slowly. "I'm tecnacly the gard tonight." She gave a smile as she held her wepon infront of her.

*It's Lloyd by the way. He does not know she is a she. You can have him nock the hat off her head if you wish.* But you have to fight her to get into the palace.*

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, child." Lloyd said looking at his opponent.

With a small smile, Lloyd noted that they had at least basic training with a blade. That ment that they had spent time learning at the academy.

"Now, either step aside or pay dearly." He added quietly.

"Im sorry, but I can't do that." his opponent said before swinging their sword at his chest.

With a deft move, Lloyd steped back out of their range. His smile turned into a frown as he didn't really want to fight this young one.

With a sigh Lloyd parted his cloak so that one of his gauntleted hands shown. "Very well." he said again with a sigh.

With a flick of his wrist, his adversary dissapeared in a black shaft that launched itself from the ground. The shaft slowly sank back into the ground and disapeared.

"Welcome to my Black Mase." Lloyd's voice sounded from alla round. "To survive, you must find your way out before you die of hunger or starvation or dehydration. Good Luck..." Lloyd's voice said with a very eerie kind of calm about it.

Grace:

She didn't panic but this sure was weird and out of the ordinary. A black mage, maybe? She let the thought disapear as she returned to the fact that she needed to get out of this maze. She pulled herself up off her feet and grabbed her sward. Her hat was sucure and she was ready for whatever was to come at her. As she looked around she found herself boxed in on all sides.

Finding herself looking up as a cry eched towards her she found her way was up and the only way too. She set her sward back in it's scabered and jumped up, missing on her first try to grab hold of the rock that was just out of reach. The second time she found she could get it.

With a laugh of comtempt, Lloyd continued on into the palace grounds. Moving like a shadow, Lloyd crept through the courtyards and around patrols with the grace of a cat. Making no sound what-so-ever, Lloyd reached the large ttroop barracks on one side of the complex. Since the first light of dawn was close at hand, Lloyd moved quickly up to the gate. Luck was on his side as he found an open portcullis. manuvering himself through the hole, Lloyd arrived inside the large marble white building. Next to him a sleeping guard held a small ring of keys. Without waking the guard, Lloyd lifted the "burden" of the keys off of him. The keys opened the door into the hallway beyond.

Surprisingly, Lloyd encountered no other guards on his way in search of the Captain. After shambeling around for a few minutes, again luck appeared to be on his side. He overheard a bit of drunken conversation in one of the ale store rooms. Looking inside, Lloyd could see two guards who had gotten to deep into a barrel of ale.

"...and then he says, he says, 'you don't know ANYTHING!'" Said one of the guards. It appeared that his friend had drifted to sleep while he was talking.

"Well, I guess its time to go an see the cap'pin... C'mon Fred." The awake guard said as he got wobbily to his feet. His frined wasn't in much better condition then his talkitive friend. Slowly they ambled to the door, which Lloyd had just moved from, and walked down the hall. With a smile, Lloyd followed the two guards to the captains door.

"Well Fred, here we (hic) are..." he said in drunken stupor. "I think im gunna take a nap..." He said as he leaned, slid and fell asleep on the floor. His companion did the same thing as well. Putting people to sleep was an easy trick that Lloyd had learned early in his novinate years. With a flurry, Lloyd opened and closed the door quietly. The captain sat behind an ornately hand carved desk reading a long scroll. he had a look of bewilderment on his face has lloyd moved behind him, cupped his hand around his mouth and pushed his sword, which he had drawn out in the hall, into the former captains spine. With a deft twist, Lloyd snapped the former captain's neck. Looking around, Lloyd found a large bay window that was slightly ajar. After pileing up a small mound of books, papers, assorted furneture and a large rug, Lloyd set fire to the pile which was on top of the corpse. Once there was a good blaze going, Lloyd opened the window, looked out, and hoppen down onto the near-by wall of the palace, and down onto one of the again near-by roof tops. it was a clean and simple assassination, and Lloyd was rather quiet proud of the way he had handled it.

Several hours later after returning to his supplyer and picking up what was his and after making sure that he wasn't being followed, Lloyd returned to his own home. With a releaved sigh, Lloyd locked the large iron bound door with a large sliding iron bolt latch, locked the reinforced windows and started a small fire in his fireplace. Then in the light of his fire, Lloyd pulled off one of the many thousands of books that lined his private study, and began to read. This was how, he felt, one should end a night.

Name- Anbarii Hirokitusuki

Gender- Male

Age- 15

Class- Mercinary (Lightning Weaponmaster) Lightning was Anbarii's original power, which he masters in, and has evolved into using all types of lightning, and even into creating weapons out of the charged energy he produces, which makes him able to use all weapons.

Appearance- Link to pic: http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll20 ... anime2.jpg

Personality- Anbarii is somewhat of a loner, but he listens to his partner and leader, Lloyd, with loyalty and faith. He is quiet most of the time, but can be very talkative when necessary. He will not give away any information to enemies, unless it is misleading information that he is sure will kill them. However, this doesn't always work, because he isn't very good at lying... most of the time... He, much like Lloyd, has a dark sense of sarcasm and dark sarcastic humor. Eh, what can you do?

Weapon(s)- Anything his lightning can be formed into. But, sometimes it can be redirected to hurt him, but not by much.

Back Story- Having come from Oriental background, Anbarii's family were big on the whole honor and valor thing. They lived by the Bushido Code: Fight to the death, no matter what. This was passed down to him as he learned their way. Although he was adopted by his parents, he still lived to learn and behave to their lifestyle. He was told of his magnificent powers over Lightning after having been struck by it dead on, and absorbed the force of it, along with its electrical energy.

From this, he learned to master it over time. It only took him a few years after he learned of it when he became able to use his final ability, Electron Storm. This spell makes all the atoms in the radius controled by Anbarii to become fully Negatively charged, and eletrocutes everything, even the other atoms, which recharges the electricity, so it can last as long as Anbarii wants, until the enemy is truely dead. However, he goes into a coma for at least a week, and is weak for a few days after he reawakens. This is why he uses it in the direst of situations.

His parents died soon after he first attempted this move, because they were within the blast zone. They had been removed of all their Protons within themselves, and they were constantly electrocuted, as if someone had strapped a taser to their back and kept it going. After they died, he went around the world, looking for something to be. Then, he found Lloyd, who found a use for his abilities. Anbarii was offered the job of becoming Lloyd's right-hand man, and he accepted.

Anbarii jumped down from the building he was standing on. He had a good overlook of the bar that his friend was in. But, when he went inside, he didn't see Lloyd, so he went to the next place he could think of: Lloyd's house. Before he could leave, some drunken man stopped Anbarii, turned him around, and almost got a good hit in his gut. Luckily, Anbarii dodged it, and kicked the drunk away from him. The man got up, and made hs drunk friends charge at the boy. Again, Anbarii was ready, and jumped up into the air. The men were surprised, but pulled out daggers and dirks, and waited for Anbarii to land.

Taking the time to think, Anbarii looked down at the circle of men bellow him. More and more were coming in with weapons. Anbarii smiled, and thought that he should make it a little more even. Extending his arm and opening his hand, a lightning bolt struck down and stopped next to his now clenched hand. In his hand was a spear made completely out of electrical energy. The men backed away slightly, but didn't leave. He landed with a large explosion of lightning behind him. Two of the men were burnt to death, and a few others were sent flying away. Bringing his other hand to grip on the spear, he readied himself for a quick fight. Some of the men rushed at him, but he only stuck out his spear, and impaled them, turning them from humans to shish-ke-babs. He launched the men on his spear away, and managed to knock down ten more men. "Strike!" He yelled, grinning. Then he became serious once more, and gave a death stare to one of the first drunks he saw. "Lightning Strike, that is." Just as he said this, he threw his spear high up into the air, jumped away, and a blast of heat lightning came down in the ring of men surrounding him. The power of the orange lightning blew the drunks over to their backs instantly. Another spear, made of heat lightning this time, came down to him and held it in his hands. Now, by this time, some of the men were smart enough to run, and he smiled.

But, some still remained. This was going to be fun for Anbarii. Launching a series of lightning strikes down in front of the fleeing men hindered their attempt to run away. But, the all got into a large circle around Anbarii, readied themselves, and moved into an even looser ring. This gave Anbarii the advantage, but they just didn't know it. With this extra space, he could form so many more lightning spears, one for each, and kill them all. This is exactly what he did. With lightning striking everywhere in the circle, spears formed out of the blasts. The men were stunned by the force of the lightning. Then, Anbarii raised his arm. He gave a deathly glare to the man who had attacked him first, and quickly lowered his arm. The spears flew everywhere, impaling each and every one of them. He turned around, launched his spear up into the sky to rejoin the energy, and walked away. "A fitting end to stupid people." He said, as he walked away.

(OOC: just a little note. Double posting is alright some of the time. Really only use it when activity is really low. Also, I will be taking over this Storyboard because Piepieman22 has been having a bit of trouble lately and asked me to futher this along.)

Lloyd looked up from his book. "Hmm... must be Anbarii out doing his thing. (sigh) Well.. I guess i'll unlock the door for him..."

Lloyd got up from his chair and walked to the front door. With a heavy clang, the iron bolt slid out of the lock and the door was unlocked. Lloyd then walked back to his chair, with his sword nearby, just incase anyone else tryed to come in excpet Anbarii, and returned to his reading.