Post by nascent on Feb 3, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -5
Username: Nascent
Current canons: none
Canon you're auditioning for: Janus Zeal AKA Magus
Media canon is from: Chrono Trigger
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
Snow.
Miles and miles of snow, uninterrupted save for the occasional mountainous swell of the land. Here all was still and quiet, save the winds... winds that whipped and howled at the landscape like a pack of wolves scouring the earth. There was nothing on this bleak tundra to indicate any sense of importance in events to come... no clue for what was about to unfold.
Without warning, the winds stopped. For several moments the air itself seemed to hush in anticipation. Then, several feet above the ground, a pulsing blue light emerged and grew with each passing moment, a rift in the very fabric of time opening wide to disgorge its tattered, bloody cargo onto the pristine snow. The portal closed and the winds returned, while the man lay completely still. Any observer, seeing his numerous wounds and burns, would have given the man up for dead.
This, however, was not to be so.
At length he stirred, roused from unconsciousness by the bitter nip of the relentless gales. The wizard known as Magus grit his teeth while forcing himself to stand, not failing to take note of the crimson stains left in his wake. For a moment his head swam, dazed and uncertain, but the sting of his wounds quickly brought it all back to him. The castle, the summoning ritual... and then the intruders, and that Dreamstone blade. No... NO! He'd been so close! Decades of work, of power struggles, manipulations, and arcane research all leading up to the only significant goal he had left, gone! Dashed to pieces by a frog, a woman, and a mere boy! The shadowmage clenched one gloved fist as he though back on those ignorant, meddling fools. Everything of any meaning had been taken away from him except revenge, and now even that hope had been spirited off unmercifully. His fury in that instant was meted only by the agony coursing through his body; it was that necessity which caused him to survey his environs in search of shelter.
A glimmer in the snow caught his eye. The blue-haired conjurer reached down and retrieved a small vial of shimmering liquid, recognizing it as a restorative tonic. He could only assume that the self-styled 'heroes' had lost it when the immense vortex had swallowed them all along with himself. Magus unceremoniously removed its cork and raised it to his lips, his eyes naturally turning upwards as he took the first draught.
An immense shadow in the clouded skies caught his gaze. The miniature bottle dropped back into the snow, only half finished, as he took several tentative steps forward. Did he dare believe his eyes?
Was he... there? Then? Was such a thing possible?!
The immensity of his new situation overwhelmed him. He was... home? He entertained the notion for but a scant few moment before his better judgment cut it down. No, not home. Even when he'd lived there it had never been home, merely a prison with gilded walls and opulent chains. All who dwelled in that kingdom of the skies were sentenced to die... and yet he had lived. He'd survived... but in so doing, much of who he'd once been had been cast off. Against darkness and despair he'd endured, focused upon a singular goal: bringing death to his world's executioner. Lost to another time he'd become a god to some and a demon to others... no, he was no longer the child prince of that doomed kingdom. His eyes fell, resting upon his blood-stained imprint in the snow. The boy prince no longer, nor the fiendlord... what would he become now? And... did he dare hope that events could be altered?
He let such thoughts linger, reaching up to tighten the fit of his gloves whilst his mind roamed among possibilities. Then, seemingly reaching a conclusion, the grim shadowmancer began to walk.
“If history is to change, let it change...”
Current canons: none
Canon you're auditioning for: Janus Zeal AKA Magus
Media canon is from: Chrono Trigger
Is the current canon taken?: No
Audition post (400 words):
Snow.
Miles and miles of snow, uninterrupted save for the occasional mountainous swell of the land. Here all was still and quiet, save the winds... winds that whipped and howled at the landscape like a pack of wolves scouring the earth. There was nothing on this bleak tundra to indicate any sense of importance in events to come... no clue for what was about to unfold.
Without warning, the winds stopped. For several moments the air itself seemed to hush in anticipation. Then, several feet above the ground, a pulsing blue light emerged and grew with each passing moment, a rift in the very fabric of time opening wide to disgorge its tattered, bloody cargo onto the pristine snow. The portal closed and the winds returned, while the man lay completely still. Any observer, seeing his numerous wounds and burns, would have given the man up for dead.
This, however, was not to be so.
At length he stirred, roused from unconsciousness by the bitter nip of the relentless gales. The wizard known as Magus grit his teeth while forcing himself to stand, not failing to take note of the crimson stains left in his wake. For a moment his head swam, dazed and uncertain, but the sting of his wounds quickly brought it all back to him. The castle, the summoning ritual... and then the intruders, and that Dreamstone blade. No... NO! He'd been so close! Decades of work, of power struggles, manipulations, and arcane research all leading up to the only significant goal he had left, gone! Dashed to pieces by a frog, a woman, and a mere boy! The shadowmage clenched one gloved fist as he though back on those ignorant, meddling fools. Everything of any meaning had been taken away from him except revenge, and now even that hope had been spirited off unmercifully. His fury in that instant was meted only by the agony coursing through his body; it was that necessity which caused him to survey his environs in search of shelter.
A glimmer in the snow caught his eye. The blue-haired conjurer reached down and retrieved a small vial of shimmering liquid, recognizing it as a restorative tonic. He could only assume that the self-styled 'heroes' had lost it when the immense vortex had swallowed them all along with himself. Magus unceremoniously removed its cork and raised it to his lips, his eyes naturally turning upwards as he took the first draught.
An immense shadow in the clouded skies caught his gaze. The miniature bottle dropped back into the snow, only half finished, as he took several tentative steps forward. Did he dare believe his eyes?
Was he... there? Then? Was such a thing possible?!
The immensity of his new situation overwhelmed him. He was... home? He entertained the notion for but a scant few moment before his better judgment cut it down. No, not home. Even when he'd lived there it had never been home, merely a prison with gilded walls and opulent chains. All who dwelled in that kingdom of the skies were sentenced to die... and yet he had lived. He'd survived... but in so doing, much of who he'd once been had been cast off. Against darkness and despair he'd endured, focused upon a singular goal: bringing death to his world's executioner. Lost to another time he'd become a god to some and a demon to others... no, he was no longer the child prince of that doomed kingdom. His eyes fell, resting upon his blood-stained imprint in the snow. The boy prince no longer, nor the fiendlord... what would he become now? And... did he dare hope that events could be altered?
He let such thoughts linger, reaching up to tighten the fit of his gloves whilst his mind roamed among possibilities. Then, seemingly reaching a conclusion, the grim shadowmancer began to walk.
“If history is to change, let it change...”
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao