Floating Castles

I'll call the traitor then. Sorry, not much time to post a profile but I might get round to it tonight.

Ello ^^ Lol I'll try to even it up a little

Name: Syra
Title: Lady Syra of Death
Gender: Female
Age they look: 23
Appearance: Pretty tall. Silver hair that goes to her feet. She wears a long, flowing black dress. Her skin is rather pale and the iris of her eyes has no color; it's just black, like a cartoon character.
Personality: Despite her being the goddess of death, she is very sweet, kind, and compassionate. She cares deeply for all souls, with the exception of those that are evil. When it comes to dealing with the more evil souls, that's where the stereotypical personality of the death divinity comes out. She's harsh, merciless, and sometimes even a little cruel. She can sometimes be a peacemaker between her fellow gods and goddesses and tries to befriend anyone she can. She's not dark or depressing, but she is by no means hyper or peppy. She likes to smile, and does often.
They represent: Death, souls, and the afterlife
History: Syra is the sister of Sehre (if that's ok ) and as one can imagine, they never really got along. Syra was glad to be rid of him when she became of age, but now that he's trying to steal the Emerald, she feels she plays a big role in stopping him.
Other: Up for love, I guess

And:

Name: Crisis
Title: Lady Crisis of Fire
Gender: Female
Age they look: 18-19
Appearance: Like this: http://meitantei.deviantart.com/art/Fir ... s-77345838 Except she wears something more like this: http://tw1stedtruth-stock.deviantart.co ... 5-80064987 And these are her eyes: http://aussie-gal.deviantart.com/art/Fi ... -100374325
Personality: She's nice sometimes, but she's usually just as her title suggests: fiery and feisty. She enjoys the occasional prank or practical joke, but she can be sentimental when the occasion calls for it. Simply because she looks younger than most of her fellow gods and goddesses, it gives them the impression that she is immature as a result of it. It is only partly true, however. Though she loves to have fun, Crisis is dead set on protecting the Emerald and keeping it out of the wrong hands.
They represent: Fire
History: Nothing in particular. Her parents, like the goddess of snow, died as mortals in the time the emerald was gone. She's gotten along fine while they were gone.
Other: Up for love

I'll save a spot for God of War and Goddess of Peace! ^-^

I know the traitor role has already been taken, but Ektorion could also be persuaded to switch sides if another traitor is necessary.

I edited Crisis a little I hope it's more suitable now

Name: Taivas

Title: Lord Taivas of Myth

Gender: Male

Age they look: around 21

Appearance: Tall, a slight scrawny look about him, with pale skin and violet irises. Short, inky black hair.

Personality: Determined. Anyone who gets in his way gets left behind, no matter how close they are to him. Volatile, his mood swings dramatically if you so much as irritate him slightly. He's a no nonsense kind of guy. Very difficult to get a smile out of him. Protective. Will fight to the death over the things he cares about. If you're on his good side you're a friend for life, he won't let you go. Brash and headstrong, will jump straight into a fight at the first opportunity. No one really knows why he does this; but secretly he is always trying to prove himself.

They represent: The 'Mythical' creatures

History: He just pretends to be on Sehre's side, for the time being. Secretly, he wants the emerald for himself so that he can raise an army of immortal creatures and take over the mortal world.
He is on a side of his own, and that makes him protective and snappy if anyone asks what he's up to. Sehre is none the wiser about his plan.

Other: Up for love. Could do with a friend.

We're starting!

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Aria walked slowly to her father's room. A violet silk veil was draped over her delicate face. An exquisite box containing the Yujin Emerald was clutched in her slim hands. Behind her a trail of anxious guards followed. Both Aria and the emerald were very important. Aria was Lord Khan's only child, the one who would lead all immortals if his condition worsened.

The Yujin Emerald was the source of all life.

Aria was walking to her father's room with the emerald because she was frightened. The only sign her father was alive was his rasping breaths. Around her there were even more ominous signs of his illness. The once cheery flowers now drooped, their drab heads bowed towards the chipped marble. She could not hear the birdsong which usually reached her through the sounds of day-to-day life.

The castle was losing its beauty.

Loud shouting erupted. Aria heard some of the guard draw their swords. The metallic note like the cry of a violin.

Then the harsh cawing of a winged demon reached her. Out of nowhere it appeared, its beautiful, golden wings beating at her face. Its shining beak stabbing at her hands. She cried out in surprise and lost her grip on the box.

The winged demon sprang back, the box with the Yujin Emerald inside, held in its beak. Its black eye seemed to stare at her for a moment, transmitting an intelligence it surely could not possess.

Then it flew off, its wings working furiously to carry it quickly away.

They charged after it, the guards' cries of dismay loud in her ears. She reached the banister, the very edge of the castle, and peered out into the blue sky. She saw it, getting further and further away.

One of the guards took aim with an arrow, the golden head catching the bright light of the sun.

An immortal, who she recognised to be Lord Taivas of Myth knocked the guard away. "Don't be a fool! If you kill the demon it will take the Yujin Emerald with it. The emerald would be lost to the land below. I will return it."

Out of nowhere a Griffin shot up towards the demon. Its powerful wings swept it easily towards the struggling thief. There was never a sight more beautiful than a Griffin in flight. Its muscles clearly visible, like its power.

Within moments it caught the demon, but the lesson was learnt. The Yujin Emerald was no longer safe.

Cypher - Lord of War

There were no two ways about it. Lord Khan was dying. No ifs, no buts. I could feel it in the walls. The castle was losing it's beauty as its Lord withered towards an undignified death. I would not allow myself such a fate. My death would be remebered. If i was ever going to die i would go out with vengance.

A strange black creature swooped into the far side of the castle and flew out again, closely followed by a volley of arrows, however their shots were too late. Soon the creature was followed by a griffin and all was well. Only later did i discover how close we had come to losing the Emerald.

"What? How is this possible!" I roared at the captain of the guards. "Are you all massively incompetent?" I punched a marble pillar and the whole rooms shook. "Double the guard, move the Emerald into the shadow chamber and release the heroes from stasis, we need all the help we can get. Now get out of my sight!" I roared, once again ruled by inconsolable rage before smashing a statue to peices in one blow. Who ever was responsible for this attack was going to face a war like they had never imagined.

Oh, crap sorry I cant do it, I've got too much going on. ;l Sorry.

Lady Lutha of Deceitfulness

She stalked through the corridors. A short, angry figure visible through the stone arches. Behind her two female guards followed, chattering anxiously to each other.

Talking nervously about what happened today.

Lutha had longed for something exciting to happen for ages, but she had been asleep when the action happened. Typical. Now the only excitement she would enjoy would be the aftermath. She wished she'd seen the demon, she'd never seen one before. She was always in the centre of the castle, protected like she was a child.

She gritted her teeth. She wasn't a child! She was older than most of the immortals here. Okay, so what if only the young ones stayed at the castle and the older ones liked to go and travel the realms. Lutha would never be able to travel the realms on her own - she was too small.

She pushed open the double doors of the Great Room and was greeted with the sight of the other immortals' faces. Most looked angry, panicked, apprehensive, and frightened. The security of the castle had been breached, each of them dealt with the shock of that in their own way.

Aria, the one who was now in charge of this rabbel, saw Lutha and made her way towards her.

"Lady Lutha," she greeted, dipping her head in the respectful manner of someone well-born.

"What's going on?" demanded Lutha, cutting to the chase.

"The Yujin-"

"Yes, I know about the emerald. It would have been harder not to hear about it. I want to know why you've called me here."

Aria regarded her for a second, then spoke. "Lord Cypher of War has commanded that the other immortals join together so we can protect against this threat."

"The immortals are joining together?" Lutha's tone showed her doubt. No group of immortals could ever get along. The things they represented clashed with the others' representations.

"Yes."

"What's the threat?"

Aria's voice was grim. "Lord Sehre of Darkness wants the Yujin Emerald."

Malik

He sat upon the rock, watching intently as the stream flowed swiftly down past him. This times were so boring. He wished for adventure, or maybe even a fraction of turmoil in the world below, but it seemed like none of that would happen. He brushed his black bangs over to the side, examining his reflection in the water, ever a mere child, plunged into immortality before he himself could have matured to an adult.

His eyes flickered to the reflected sky, eyeing the light clouds that hung there, the blue sky beyond it. But slowly this world seemed to be dying. The blue sky was dimmer then it used to, the fanciful flowers seemed to lack lustre, the colours less vibrant then before. Even the water did not seem as fresh or mythical as it once had.

These differences could be connected to the King's illness, but Malik just believed that it was simply that he was getting sick of this world once more. Its beauty seemed only a glamour to himself. Unlike the world before, this place seemed to never change, the landscapes though much more expansive, never seemed to even change. The world was monotonous in its bright colours. He was sick of it. He wanted a new world, a new place to explore.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, automatically knowing it was his sister because of the silence unto which she crept, and the familiar connection that they kept. Even though he cared for her and appreciated her being, he still absolutely hated her. She unlike him was given the chance to be who she was meant to be, to see what would she would look like as an adult. He shrugged her hand off his shoulder and staggered to his feet, noticing the height difference between the two of them. She was indeed taller to his dismay.

"What do you want?" He said averting her eyes.

"Can't a sister speak to her brother, or is that not allowed on your terms?" Her voice came out, sounding sensuaous, alluring, everything that she was the embodiment of. Yet he did not feel attraction to her like the others. He felt more repulsion.

"It is allowed, but not in this circumstance. Come back when you have cut off all your hair and are a couple inches shorter." This made her laugh, her beautiful perfect laugh.

"I believe in this world, we are unchangable, we are stuck like this forever."

"You think I haven't noticed?"

"Then that means, I can never speak to my brother again?"

"Exactly." My reply was brisk and to the point. I did not care for her emotions at this point in time. I no longer wished to speak to her.

"Aren't you in a foul mood today."

"And you can do nothing about that." Malik's attention lifted to the sky where a demon was flying away, a green crystal in its claws, black calloused skin wings flapping eagerly. A golden griffen swiftly caught up to it, snagging the demons neck in its beak, the demon screeching in pain and droppinf the crystal to defend itself with its own talons. Soon a resulting shreik from the griffin came when the demon sliced the stomach of it, and the underside of its feathered wing.

Malik eyed to battle marveling at the ferocity they fought with, enjoying the entertainment. He was cheering for the demon, the creature to him was embodied with pure darkness, the darkness to which he himself would rather be succumbed with rather then the pure light he was surrounded by now. To his dismay the demon lost the ragged fight, neck slashed open, black blood falling acidically down to the ground. Malik walked over to it, watching it cry in pain, then totally fall into itself, disappearing leaving a charred spot to where it once was. He turned noticing the crystal.

Holding it in his hands, he felt the power run through him, the embedded feeling making him almost hallucinate with how much power was coursing through his viens. He imagined growing taller, flling out and not looking like the lanky being he was now. He imagined tainting all those humans down below, making them into the beings that they should have been, retched in their own right.

But before he could turn to his sister with these powers, the crystal was snatched out of his hands by the griffin, bleeding this silver like blood. It hissed at him, snapping at him with its beak. Malik not liking this creature, grabbed his scythe and cut off its head, watching the blood spill. But then all of a sudden the emerald was spirited away and in his sisters hand. She seemed to prosper in its power, looking evenmore beautiful, but it was finally too late when he figured out what she was doing.

She had used magic to transport the jewel back to the castle. Malik walked right up to her furious and slapped her across the face.

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"Simply because it was the right thing to do."

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~Incognito

Palaeron, Lord of Honour

Palaeron searched for a face among the immortals in the Great Room who he felt would be worth speaking to, given the seriousness of the crisis. Eventually he found that of Aria herself, the daughter of Lord Khan and current leader of the immortals.

"Lady Aria." He greeted her with a bow. "Might I just say how deeply sorry I am to hear about your father's illness?"

She smiled at him, though he eyes were sad.

"Thank you Palaeron."

"I simply have to voice my concern about the Lord of Darkness' ambitions. I approve of Cypher's decision to bring the immortals together to discuss how we should react to this occurence, but I can't see us making much progress in our current state. Perhaps it would be wise to take control of this rabble sooner rather than later?"

Ektorion, Lord of Courage

Ektorion sat charismatically on the lap of the golden statue of of his father, who had disappeared without a trace centuries ago. Beneath him, a crowd of immortals stared at him, listening to his declarations of glorious war against the Arch-enemy.

"We should not be worried by what has occured." He claimed. "Rather, we should rejoice. For now we have the perfect opportunity to strike against the fiend which has terrorised mortal and immortal alike since the beginning of time itself. Sehre makes himself seem so big, but he's nothing, really. With the rest of immortal-kind united against him, he'll fall easily. Me, my brother, Cypher, Syra, Crisis and the others will be more than a match for him."

He caught the eye of a particularly attractive minor deity, and decided to add in an extra boast which he was certain he would fulfill.

"In fact, I alone am more than a match for him. Sure, Cypher might rule the battlefield. Syra rules death itself, but she's no fighter. As for my brother - he's too concerned with what's 'right'. He'll probably feel sorry for Sehre if ever he is at his mercy and let him go. I'm clearly the most worthy champion here. When we burst into Sehre's chambers, it will be me who will challenge Sehre to the first duel, and it will be me who will kill him, and the glory will be mine, all mine!"

Cypher Lord of War

"Ektorion if may make a suggestion. Whilst we make our move on the Arch-enemy perhaps the others may also fulfil a role in this most important quest."
"Whatever do you mean?" Asked Malik quietly rubbing a large emerald on his shirt.
"Perhaps we should begin the game once again." There was a murmur around the room.
"We do not interfere in the lives of mortals anymore."
"No but Sehre does! While we sat here in our castle in the clouds people have moved on and our worship has stopped. Perhaps we should once again interfere, thus distracting Sehre and make our job all the more simple."
I sat back on my throne of carved bone and began drumming my fingers on the armrest. The sooner we started this war the better. A distraction, coupled wih the element of suprise, overwhelming numbers and the huge range of powers would hopefully bring this war to a swift and inevitable conclusion, the defeat and pushing back of darkness.

**Skull, just to let you know Malik doesn't wear a shirt and I hadn't gotten them to the point to join the rest yet. Also, the green jewel in my last post was actually the Yujin Emerald, and Akira actually had spirited it away. I just thought to let you know, and I will cover it for now. ;3

Malik

He didn't really care about the conversation at this moment in time, surely. They were all bickering about such trivial things, and jumping into an unecessary war. It was true he had wanted something exciting to happen in this world only a few hours passing, but indeed something had occured since then.

He could not get the thought of the power from what turned out to be the Yujin Emerald gave him. He seeked it, to make it into a necklace of some sort, where it would always make contact with his skin. He would be stronger then any other, he would be intelligent, and more importantly he could even possibly become the man that he had always so desired to be.

As soon as they had returned to the castle, they had been summoned here, but because of his sudden desire to have green jewels he returned to his room and retrieved some before he came. As he blatantly listened to their bickering, he shined them one by one on his robe, dreaming that these different emeralds were actually the Yujin, and the power he would retrieve.

"Might I say, meddling with the humans might be proved to be a good thing. I have been wanting some fresh lamb for the last little while." Malik laughed pleasantly at his last little jest. Nobody else thought it very humourous.

Akira

"I do not believe you will be getting any lamb anytime soon, because there is no need to worship a tainted like greed." Akira said state, twirling some of her black hair in her finger while leaning up against on of the walls.

"Nor do I believe that someone would sacrifice a lamb for pleasure and lust." Malik lazily retorted.

"But alas, you would be surprised." Akira smiled down on him, eyebrows elegantly perked. She turned to Ektorion then, lips maintaining that pretty smile. "Aye, almost certainly you would be able to fight her. I am so weak and pathetic compared to your stature. I would wish for you to teach me sometime, on how to defend myself." She looked at him through her eyelashes and smiled mischieviously.

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~Incognito

I edited Crisis' profile again. I changed her attire

Lady Crisis of Fire-

I sat at a table, my head resting on my hand, my blonde locks cascading down my arm like a waterfall, my lengthy nails tapping against the table's wooden surface rhythmically. My lava-like eyes darted around the room, watching the nervous faces and stances of my fellow divinities.

My head perked up a little when I heard Akira's taunting of Ektorion. He smiled sinfully at her and a devious chuckle emerged from his lips. I rolled my eyes and scoffed in disgust.

"Oh, please!" I exclaimed, my entire right arm lighting on fire.

I stood up and, using a flaming whip that extended out of my hand, swatted Ektorion hard on his rear. He shrieked and jumped a couple feet in the air. Bad enough he had belittled his fellow immortals in a desperate attempt to impress the goddess of lust, now his mind was clouded with...unholy thoughts, to start with.

Just his acknowledging of the others here who had a great deal of power behind them surprised me beyond all measurable belief, but the hint of honor I was hopeful he had gained was quickly exterminated by that little remark of his at the end of his not-so-great speech. It was a curious thing: Ektorion was merely the god of courage, but some of his comments and actions would make one think he was the god of ego-maniacs.

"God of courage, yeah right," I muttered, louder than intended, as a couple other gods looked at me in surprise. "And what of me?" I asked him teasingly. "How are you better than me on the battlefield??"

He looked at me through narrowed eyes and scowled. "I'm afraid Crisis is far too immature to handle a god of Sehre's stature."

"Immature?!" I cried. "Why?! Because I look eighteen?! And what of the goddess you are being entranced by? Is she not eighteen herself?" I shot a sharp look at Akira, who looked at the ground almost shamefully. "Immature... Let's see how mature and courageous you are against this!" I called, and began hurling fireballs at him.

His eyes widened quickly and he ducked down immediately. Of course, nothing reached him, because Syra, being the peacemaker she is, had placed a nearly indestructible barrier of smoke between us, and it extinguished the fireballs immediately as they hit it. I looked at her severely, but her colorless eyes and stern face forced me to back off.

I sat back down at the table and resumed my previous position; head on my hand. Syra sat down next to me. A vicious growl sounded from deep in my throat as Ektorion stood and walked swiftly to the other side of the room. I looked at Syra, my flaming eyes calmer than they had just been. The room was silent for a bit before someone picked the conversation back up from where it was left off before the whole ordeal.

"You know, " Syra said to me after a bit, "that short fuse of yours is going to get you into even bigger trouble someday."

"Oh, come now, Syra," I said to her, "you don't think I'm immature, do you?"

She looked at me through serious black and white eyes. Her face had 'duh!!!' written all over it. "Your actions would support it, but as a person, no. I do not think so."

My mouth formed into a tight line. "You're a horrible liar," I told her. "Besides, shouldn't you be paying attention? Your brother is trying to take over." I purposely added an annoying emphasis on the word 'brother'.

Her head snapped towards me. "You will not refer to him as such!" She exclaimed.

"Oh ho ho!" I laughed. "Who's getting mad now??"

"Crisis!" Axelle cried. I looked at her, very annoyed. "Honestly!"

I growled angrily and pouted for another moment, the discussions of my fellow deities barely audible compared to the raging fury that was clouding my thoughts.

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How annoying! XD Crisis is a brat lol.