Charise

[charise]

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Username: charise

Gender: female

Other Character(s):

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Name: Charise

Alias: none

Age: 20

Gender: female

Race: human

Alignment: neutral

Origin: Amaranth
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Appearance:
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Physical Features:
Charise is 5’6 and weighs 140 pounds. She has very wide hips and a full bust. Her waist is thin and her body is toned. Her feet are small compared to her height and her hands are thin. She has silver-brown hair that is straight until it hits her hips and then it curls down to the beginning of her thigh. Her bangs are short at her forehead and cascade down to frame her face. Her skin is a rosy white color because she hasn’t seen much sun, when she does it’s a rosy pale color.

Facial Features:
Her eyes are a light blue and are rimmed with ice blue and are framed under thin eyebrows. Her lips are full and are curved slightly upwards in a smile naturally. Her ears are small and are often hidden behind curtains of hair. Her nose is petite and is short, but more pointed the round. Her head is small compared to her body, but it looks bigger because she has a lot of hair.

Clothing: Charise wears a dark blue skin tight dress that hugs her hips and comes just below her bottom. There are no sleeves as it hugs her chest to stay up. It has silver trim around the top and bottom and there is a cut out shape of a heart centered at the top and an unfinished heart that makes a slit on either side. She wears long white socks that have silver lining and a blue embellishment near the top. She doesn’t wear shoes.

Personality:

Resolve:
Charise wants with all she is to find Jericho and restore Amaranth. She is also trying to understand the prophesy while she is constantly trying rebel against the idea of predestination and create her own destiny. This rebellious spirit comes from what she and Jericho talked about before they were separated. Her love for Jericho and Amaranth and her unyielding spirit cause her continue even through the tough places.
Pursuit:
She lost Jericho right before Amaranth disappeared. In her heart she believes he is still alive. His wish for her to find happiness no matter where she is makes her confident and relentless. She is the Princess of Amaranth and wants to protect her people.
Fears:
Charise fears failure. She does not want something bad to happen to anyone around her because of her inability or lack of action ever again. She also fears the death of Amaranth or Jericho.
Hopes:
Charise hopes to restore Amaranth and find Jericho. No matter what it will do to her, she wants the people she loves to have hope and be safe and happy.

Hobbies:
Charise likes to try new lolly-pops and enjoys finding countries where flowers grow. She collects different types that she wants to show Jericho when she finds him.

Public Personality
Publicly Charise is shy and pleasant. She tries to help however she can very quietly. She isn’t a mouse, though and will express herself when she feels it necessary. If she feels at ease with a stranger, she is more bubbly, but new people are not her favorite. She constantly smiles and is very positive and laughs often.
Private Personality:
Hopeful and happy, Charise can be the life and light of a group. She is strong willed and determined. She likes to make people smile, and sometimes forgets about personal boundaries. She has a big heart and a big smile for all the people she is close to. She is a princess and acts like it. She is super girly and very bubbly which gets on some of her friends nerves, but she doesn’t mind too much, she knows that people who really care for her will love her, goofy quirks and all.

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Weapons:
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Weapon Name: Alcestis

Weapon Description: A sword with a long blade that has been split down the middle creating two blades along the length of one. Before the hilt there is a teal and magenta crystal that has light spinning around it. This may be where the heart of Amaranth is kept. To the sides there is a place where the metal of the sword seems to wrap around the crystal and lands on either side creating a winged look with the same crystal material at the tips of the “wings”. At the bottom of the sword, there is a silver cap with two teal diamonds and two magenta diamonds, then at the very bottom there is a second smaller crystal that appears to have a murkier light then the bigger crystal.

Unique Notes: This was the source of light in Amaranth, it’s heart. Though it has no magnificent power when wielded, it did protect Charise’s country from it’s creation. It was hidden in the Room of the Moons and was protected there by Priest Azar and his family since before history was written.

Abilities:

Base Ability:

Sub Abilities:

Items: [This section is only to be touched by staff. We will be putting any items that you have bought in this area. Items are a one-time use thing. Once you use them in the RP, they'll be removed from this section.]

Equips: [Equips that you have attained through buying/winning them and then are equipped are within here. Remember, only 3 at a time.]

Distribution Points:

Physical Attack: 4
Physical Defense: 3
Magical Attack: 1
Magical Defense: 2
Reflexes: 3
Speed: 3
Awareness:

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History:

A silent night brings a baby’s soft cries in a land condemned to darkness. Aminta willed her tired eyes open and looked at the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms. Nicodemus turned from where he was pacing about the back of the room and swiftly knelt, his body as close as it could be to his exhausted wife. He took her hand and squeezed it, looking lovingly at the proud new mother. She was such a tough woman, brave and strong and true. She was an excellent swordswoman, one of the elite members of the royal guard. And here she lay, looking so fragile and soft. Her strong arm barely lifted from the bed, reaching earnestly for her baby. Her sharp eyes seemed glazed and filled with tears of joy begging for her daughter.

“Please, let my wife hold her.” He told the nurse who nodded and placed the precious infant into the awaiting arms of her mother. Aminta’s lips brushed the tiny brow of her new little one and she softly lay her head atop the child’s. She breathed deeply and smiled at her husband who was looking in awe at the petite figure sleeping in her arms.

“Nicodemus, we are truly blessed. What is her name? I wish to call my daughter’s name for the first time now.” Aminta breathily spoke and Nicodemus grasped the baby’s little hand in his mighty one. He looked up and closed his eyes. It was the day of the Dio, the total eclipse of the sun by Qamar and Sahar. The power of the lovers Qamar and Sahar filled the planet during this day that came every hundred years bringing peace. It was because of the power and love that Amaranth was able to be peaceful since it’s existence. For this reason, it was the one baby born upon this day that became the new ruler of Amaranth because of it’s newborn heart. The fresh and clean heart took the most of power from the very beginning of it’s life.

He stepped outside for a moment and looked for any guidance the moons might bring. His heart was immediately filled with peace as Nicodemus looked out at the city of Alcestis. The usual white buildings now shone magenta and teal, the colors of the moons. “Tonight is so full of grace.” whispered Nicodemus. He closed his eyes and went to sit again by the side of his family.

“Charise.” And as he uttered this the baby’s eyes sprung open reveling nearly white orbs outlined by an ice blue rim. Her body trembled and glowed a brilliant white. Her parents clutched their dear baby, and just as suddenly as she had started, Charise stopped trembling and her eyes became a light blue and pupils formed and she smiled at her parents. They looked at each other, eyes wide and nodded slowly. The prophesy was coming true.

From birth to death
The light will shine
Sacred heart soul and mind
Eyes like suns
And skin like stars
Guiding light
Bringing new day
Horizon to a world mad dark
Qamar and Sahar’s blended hearts
Upon Alcestis it will fly
The Light the promises beginnings
Beware the journey
A life of crossroads
Each turn seeming wrong
For the life is not it’s own
But a saving gift.

“Nicodemus! I am afraid for her! Our baby, not only our ruler, but the one to save us all? Why our child? Why my sweet Charise?” She nuzzled the baby and tears escaped her eyes.

Aminta and Nicodemus decided not to tell anyone about what happened the night of Charise’s birth. They kept it a secret, praying that Charise was not the prophesied Light. So, Charise was treated like every other ruler before her. The day after her birth the King came and gave the babe his blessing and blessed the mother and father. They moved to the palace of Alcestis and were given all they needed. Many nurses came to help care for Aminta and Charise until the baby was no longer a baby, but a young girl. It was then that Aminta joined Nicodemus in the royal guard again and Charise started lessons.

“The Princess certainly is an excellent student, isn’t she, Sir?” Charise listened to her teachers talk in the hall. She tried not to listen into conversations, but she couldn’t help it if people thought she was def and spoke so close. She closed her eyes and scrunched her eye brows. Opening them again, she careful stuck her needle back into the fabric. She enjoyed school and there wasn’t a class she disliked.

She worked quickly to finish on the project in her hands and when it was done she held it up to inspect it. It was her first piece for herself. A simple form fitting dress that matched the attires the guards would wear. Because both her parents were in the royal guard, she was training to serve until the current King joined all other kings with Qamar and Sahar. Seven year old Charise ran to her sewing teacher and held up her outfit.

“Very beautiful, Princess. You are a gifted seamstress. You may be done for today, hurry and put it on so you can train and be ready for the festival!” Charise shot her teacher a toothy grin and ran down the hall, her brown curly hair fluttering behind her like glossy silk.

“Father!” Charise called, looking around the great hall. She had put on her new dress and flats and was ready to practice. She gripped her sword tightly and listened. Quickly she turned, her hand swiftly slashing upward meeting a massive wooden rod near her shoulder. She gave her father a determined smirk at her father who’s long arms stretched across the length of the rod, the hand closer holding the wood securely, while the hand behind let it lay loosely on his palm. He smiled and let the stick rotate on his palm as he brought it around and under his daughters knees to her ankles where he tripped her.

She landed with an “oomph” and crinkled her nose at her father. “Daddy, that wasn’t nice of you.” Nicodemus laughed at his little girl’s face which showed her emotion so plainly.
“Come again, Charise?” He held out a hand and picked her up off the floor. “I want you to be ready for anything. I know there has never been one war in our country’s history, but we pride ourselves on swordplay, and you never want to be caught off guard, it can cost you many points from the judges.”

Festivals were held every yeah and this time Charise would get to compete. Normally, children would not fight. However, when talented children showed promise, they would perform. Charise was ready. She took her place in the ring and demonstrated her skills solo to an anxious crowd. The people were amazed. This little Princess was more able than most men in the guard. When she was done, she stood with her proud parents and waited for duel brackets to be mad. It was here, in this place, she found Jericho.

“Semi-final match! Take your places, please.” A loud announcement rang through the square. Dazzling bright streets held hundreds of on lookers, cheering. Crystal buildings shot high and out of sight on all sides of the square. Charise held her sword in both hands, gripping it tightly in one hand, and then in the next. Evening her breath she counted in her head, and closed her eyes. She had made it very far. Only one more match and she will have made it farther than any child before. Her mouth parted slightly as she subconsciously breathed the numbers allowed. She shifted her weight from one delicate foot to the other, pumping herself up. She said a small prayer and looked up.

To her surprise her match was against as boy not much older than herself. He had piercing blue eyes that shifted left and right, taking in their surroundings. He stood tall with his shoulders back and held his sword at waist level, it’s tip shooting out to the side. His straight brown hair swooped up slightly and curled at the top. He smirked at Charise and moved into fighting stance. “Combatants Princess Charise and Jericho of Dorian, ready?” His eyes flashed and he smirked at the young girl. “Please begin!”

Jericho rushed toward Charise, sword nearly eye level, it’s tip aimed at her shoulder. She deflected his weapon and jumped back, bringing her foot high and nicking her heel on his shoulder. He stumbled and turned around, looking at her intently. She brought her sword high over her head and twisted her wrist, spinning it down at the enemy. He held tightly to the hilt of his blade and pressed his palm firm against the long blunt metal. He blocked all of her attacks and began to kneel, one leg stretched far behind him keeping balance against the impacts. Suddenly he swung his leg, knocking Charise off her feet. She rolled on her stomach and fluttered her feet as he stood up, knocking him down as well. She quickly hopped up and lifted her sword up in defense. He stood, too and rolled his shoulder against his cheek, wiping invisible dust off. He gritted his teeth, and glared. Charging at her, he let out a low growl and whipped his arm from side to side, like a pendulum on a clock. Her eyes flickered white and she leaned backward, watching the metal swing back and forth over her eyes. ‘what is happening?’ she thought. With her body bent backwards, she lifted her foot up, kicking him in the gut and flipped backward. He lay still, the breath knocked out of him, and Charise held her sword to his back. The white eyes vanished as the loud voice boomed “She did it! She did it! Princess Charise wins!”
“You‘re pretty strong, Charise. For a girl I mean.” Jericho held his hand out to Charise with a smirk. She grabbed it, brushing the insult aside.

“Thank you…?” She looked at him with puzzled eyes, asking him for his name. Her eyes seemed to penetrate something inside the young boy, and he felt strangely warm inside. He blinked and blushed, looking down at his shoes he said “Jericho”, and moved to the side.

Charise won the battle with Jericho, only to be beaten by her father. She smiled proudly at her father as he stood to receive a medal for the fifteenth year in a row. Aminta hugged her daughter from behind and whispered how proud she was of Charise, then moved to join her husband and the other adults inside the palace. It was then that Charise saw the shiny curly hair of Jericho, and ran to him.

“Jericho!” Charise panted as she looked at the young boy. He stopped and patted her shoulder. She looked up and smiled. “Sorry about earlier, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“It would take more than that to hurt a boy, you know Princess. You are pretty good, though. I wouldn’t mind sparring with you!” He said and Charise jumped up, her nose centimeters away from his.

“Really? I would love that too! You are my new friend, Jericho!”

He looked dumbstruck at her. His eyes big and round. ‘This was easier than I expected…’ he thought to himself. He knew what he had to do, but looking at the girl who was running after her parents, sending one last smile at Jericho, he wasn’t sure how he was going to go through with it. She waved at him and looked straight into his eyes from across the arena. ‘No.’ He finally thought, ‘I feel like I really want to be with her…”

And so began the special friendship of Charise and Jericho. Soon after they started sparring, they decided to explore the valleys between Alcestis and Dorian. Glass-like blades of grass swayed lightly in the breeze. Charise would lay on the soft fields and listen as Jericho told of his courageous ventures to other cities. Sometimes he would find crystal pyama flowers with long stems and lilac petals and Charise would weave crowns for herself and Jericho. Together, they would rule the valley and all in it, being fair and true. Other times they would visit the sapphire lakes nearby and have grand adventures. Jericho always the heroic prince come to save the beautiful maiden who fought the enemies in the sea. Time never strained their relationship, and as they grew up the became closer and closer. And, as they grew closer and closer, Jericho realized he was running out of time.

“Don’t you ever feel like there is no real meaning to life?” Jericho asked Charise as he planted down in the grass next to his friend. He crossed his legs and leaned back on his arms.

“No, I guess I never really felt that way, Jericho. I suppose peace is the reason we are all here. Peace and love.” She got a dreamy look in her eye and Jericho nudged her playfully.

“Now you just sound sappy, Charise. Don’t you understand what I’m saying? We live here, we gain skills, and we die. It’s so simple…could that really be all we are meant to do?”

Charise flopped down on her stomach and her legs swung up and down, the white pasture tickling her toes. She fiddled with a piece of grass in her hand and finally looked up at Jericho. “You’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, huh?” He nodded and laid down next to her. She let her head rest on his shoulder for a minute, straining her eyes to see past the purple diamond-like mountains that surrounded the valley on all sides. “I suppose, one could feel trapped here…like everything is set in stone and life might be insignificant to the greater picture…”

Charise sat up and Jericho followed, fixing his eyes on hers. His hands came up and cupped her cheeks and she blushed faintly, even though they frequently used that as a sign to say “thank you”. He rubbed the skin near her mouth softly and rhythmically. “Next week I turn twenty,” he said, never turning his gaze away, “and when I do, I’m going to find a way for you and I to see everything, Charise. I won‘t let anything come between us.”

“Jericho, you know I would follow you anywhere, but did you forget I will have a empire to run sometime?” Her eyes laughed and Jericho’s solemn face melted into a grin.

“The King still has lots of life left in him, we can journey past the whole galaxy by the time his gone.” He looked serious then and said, “There is no one else I want to go with, and no one else I’d consider asking. I love you, Charise. I want to be with you.”

She sat wide eyed, her bottom lip sinking a little. They said they loved each other all the time, there was really no other word to describe it. But this. This that Jericho had just said meant so much more. Then, unexpectedly the young woman felt her body shake. Her friend looked at her in fear and surprise. He clutched her face close to his chest, his arms wrapping around her body as her eyes became white and her skin gleamed like stardust. His mind was racing and the prophecy he had been taught as a little boy shot through his mind. She was the Light. He tightened his grip on her. She would have to go away from him. “I’m going to find a way to keep this from happening, Charise.” He breathed into her ear. Her sleeping mind faintly heard the steady beat of a determined heart. The strong heart that beat for her.

When her body finally settled down he helped her out of the valley and into the palace. He went to find her mother and father. After explaining what had happened Aminta wept. Nicodemus explained what happened the night of Charise’s birth and how they had hoped it had been nothing, and their daughter could continue on and rule like every other leader before her. Upon hearing this, Jericho left enraged. How dare they tell no one, especially Charise, what had happened. He vowed right then that he would find a way out for his friend.

Following that encounter, Jericho left without another word. When Charise woke up, she was informed of the heartbreaking news. No one knew where he was going or what he was doing. Charise knew, though. Her heart ached. The smile that never left her lips, no longer graced her features. She no longer had the will to learn and her lessons and so they became fewer and fewer, until she finally wouldn’t come out of her room anymore. Aminta and Nicodemus would constantly try to interest her in the affairs of her people, especially those her own age, but she would always sit idly to the side of events. She felt like a part of her was taken, and she was powerless to get it back.

And so it was, that when Charise was at her lowest, it came.

Her eyes blinked. Soft eyelashes meeting soft eyelashes. Each weak closing of the lid was followed by a greater effort to pull it back up. Dry eyes that searched for one face in the shadowy night. Blurred vision made every person walking along the street identical. Tired eyes looked town at the motionless legs under them. They trailed up to her chest, rhythmically pulling and pushing air through her. Up…and down…up…and down…, her body lay flat on a cold crystal balcony. With great effort, her right arm rose skyward as if weighed down by the entire world, and when it reached as far as it could, it dropped down on hear chest, fingers tracing her exposed collar bone.

Suddenly they stopped. One long nail lingering over the place where her neck met her shoulder. It was in this moment that the great lover’s moons seemed to fall rapidly from their heavenly dwelling. Rushing to the east, Qamar following Sahar closely. They disappeared where the sky kisses the land in the horizon, right before they collided with the world’s surface. In that instant a black cloud riding on the wind came in a gust, sweeping against Charise’s pale, tear stained face. As the darkness brushed her skin, her eyes lit bright and blinding white. She heard a voice calling her.

“Charise, Light, come. Come protect the world.”

Charise’s head cocked to the side as her ear strained to hear the lingering echoes of the voice. Her small hands groped about in the darkness, searching for the wall so she could follow. Two large, rough hands darted out and caught hers. They grabbed her firmly and tore down the stairs.

She followed behind, allowing them to drag her. The loud echo of boots down the hallway was followed by the soft sound of the princess’s feet, padded by long socks. Her legs were stiff and her head drooped, not looking at the face of her guide, instead choosing to watch the pure white stones beneath her. The arm that hung free at her side, moved like heavy rope caught in a breeze. Long brown hair tangled between her arms and slid over her face.

She faintly heard a door open and after a few steps it closed again. The strong hand that had tightly encircled her wrist let released softly. Charise’s body flopped down and she let her limbs lay where they had landed. Her eyes partly opened, but with her vision blurred, it made no difference to Charise. “Come, young one. I know it is you that Alcestis is calling for.

‘The city?’ Charise thought, ‘Is that what was calling me.’

The voice continued, “We have never had a need for it, it has always protected our country in the past, but now it is calling. I am sure it is calling for you, majesty. I know it is hard for you, I fear your heart has only grown weaker and weaker when we needed it to be stronger. But please, open your eyes and acknowledge the information I am about to give you.

Limply, Charise willed her eyes open. When they were finally open, they became wide attempting to take in their surroundings. She looked up to the man who had brought her here. It was the priest Azra. She looked down at the ground and forced herself to blink twice. Looking up again, she spoke quietly. “Why am I here? Where are you taking me?”

He bent down slowly until he was eye level with the girl. “My dear princess, I’m afraid it’s all coming true. I never thought I would live to see it, but here it is. Happening before my eyes. I will explain more when we are with Alcestis.” He said and, after receiving a perplexed gaze from the girl, continued, “There is so much for you to learn, hurry.”

The pair continued down the hall as fast as the priest could travel. His long robe got caught under his feet, tripping him a few times and slowing them down. Charise didn’t mind. Her mind seemed to swim in her head as she followed close behind her teacher. ‘What did he mean?’ she thought absently to herself ‘Alcestis is the city, we are already here.’ She looked up at glowing orbs above her head. ‘This must be a dream.’ she finally concluded. ‘I know I’ve been feeling strangely, perhaps I am just quite ill and am imagining things.’

Presently Priest Azar and the Princess came to two large doors. The stretched to the top of the ceiling, bright white with teal and magenta speckled crystal elaborately decorating the front. A small heart sat in the middle, seeming to seal the door shut, and on either side of the heart magnificent crystal wings shot out past the frame of the doors. Charise scanned the large entrance and felt her heart twist. She gripped her chest and lowered her eyes. When her head rose again, the strange white glowing eyes that Jericho had seen reappeared. Inside, Charise panicked. ‘What’s going on?’ She thought, ‘I have no control over my body.’.

Her body slowly glided to the door. Her hand reached up and gently caressed the smooth edges of the heart. At that moment it seemed to cleanly split down the middle, soft light pouring out of the small slit. The priest gawked at the display and lowered his head to pray silently. Like a leaf in the water, Charise’s body pressed forward, thrusting itself into the blinding light. Charise saw a tall man standing to the side of a large sword, and gasped quietly “Jericho…?”, before completely blacking out.

‘why are you here’

“I don’t know…I don’t know anything. Who are you?”

'why are you here.’

“Priest Azar brought me here. Where is here? I don’t remember this place. Such darkness! I was in a room filled with light! There was a great weapon there and…and…and Jericho! I want to see Jericho! Please, let me out of here!”

Charise tried to thrash her body about, obtain some feeling in her limbs, but it no avail. She felt as if she was asleep, but her mind was wide awake. She saw no one, but heard again the strange voice.

‘Upon Alcestis it will fly
The Light the promises beginnings
Beware the journey
A life of crossroads’

“The prophesy? Am I to aid in the prophesy? Please, tell me what to do and I will do it. Please do not let the darkness I saw coming invade the hearts of my people.”

‘Beware the journey
A life of crossroads
Each turn seeming wrong’

“I am to go on the journey? I am the Light?”

‘For the life is not it’s own
But a saving gift.’

“What am I to do? Who are you? Please, don’t leave me alone…” Charise felt the presence and the voice slowly vanish. Her body tensed and she felt it tremor. More salty tears escaped her eyes as she called out in a mouse-like cry “Jericho!”.

Two rough hands gripped her upper arms and shook them firmly. Closed eyes fluttered open to reveal the strong and handsome face of her best friend. Blinking quickly to adjust to the light, Charise saw the room in new light. It seemed to be made of sheer glass and what looked like millions of little fishes swam around, creating a dizzying affect no matter where the princess turned her head. Overwhelmed and confused, Charise felt light headed and with a helpless whimper, she turned her head and vomited.

Azar handed Charise clean cloths, and Jericho chuckled. “I thought you were a lot stronger than that.” He said with a scoff. “Here I was, thinking you would be fine all resilient and tou…” But he was cut off by two arms wrapping around his neck, and the force of a small body driving him to the ground. For the first time in ages, Charise smiled enthusiastically at her friend. She nuzzled her nose against his face tenderly and then, cupping his cheek in her hand, kissed his forehead.

The Alcestisian Priest coughed into his hand quietly “eh-hem” Jericho jumped up, bringing Charise along with him. Holding her shoulders he blushed, closing his eyes tightly to regain control. When he had it, he turned around to listen to Priest Azar. Charise cocked her head innocently as the Priest began.

“Princess. I am so sorry to be the one to bear the awful news, but our country is under attack. There is a great darkness in the world known as the heartless. We are unaware of their origins, but we do know that they will destroy our world if we don’t do something quickly. It has come to my attention that you are the Light. Alcestis…” upon hearing this, Charise’s eyes clouded with confusion, but she waited politely for Azar to finish, “has been calling me for many nights now. I have been having dreams and you, Princess Charise, are always the Alcestis declares as Light. I am unsure what to do now, so I presumed bringing you two together would shed some light on this situation, if you know what I am saying.” Azar tittered at his pun and Jericho glared.

“Priest Azar, you keep telling me Alcestis tells you these things, but we are in Alcestis. I do not understand how the city could tell me anything.”

“Not the city, child. The protector. Our beloved city’s namesake. This mighty sword.” Azar motioned behind him to the sword hanging perfectly vertical with nothing suspending it. It rotated slowly bouncing light of the shiny metal blades.

Mesmerized, Charise tip toed to it. She climbed up three short, glass-like stairs to the tall pedestal the sword was floating above. She gingerly placed her index finger on the great crystal near the hilt. ‘Charise’ a voice spoke swiftly into her heart and she stopped in fear. Jericho came behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, allowing her hair to brush against his face. “Don’t be afraid, Charise. I’m here with you, too.”

Azar paced behind the companions. “What I don’t understand is, how did they get here? You see, Alcestis has always protected us from darkness. It is the souls of Qamar and Sahar, the lovers that gave their souls to protect Amaranth. We have never needed it as a weapon, it has always just brought peace and prosperity to the land, so why now?” She shook his head and sat down, pulling a scone from his robe and picking at it, waiting for a sign showing what to do next.

Jericho sighed deeply into the shoulder of his love. “I need to tell you something.” he whispered. “I know who brought the darkness.” Charise’s body stiffed against Jericho’s “they told me to destroy you a long time ago, in order to take over the kingdom. I was to be the rebel’s King. A strange woman came and planted the idea into the heads of those in Dorian. She is not from Amaranth, I am sure of that. I had never seen her before, even though I travel many places and I have never seen her since then. She bore a strange mark on her clothing. I found that same mark on a door near Dorian. I am sure that is where the evil thoughts and the dark creatures are coming from.”

‘Here is the crossroad, light of the world.
Prepare your heart, the journey begins.’

Suddenly a beam sprang from the crystal on Alcestis. The three figures gasped and turned to the now open portal.

“I feel this is Qamar and Sahar’s doing. They wish for you to take Alcestis and leave this world. We are to seal this world’s heart into their souls. This world will be destroyed, but may be revived. You must hurry!”

Charise clung to Jericho’s sleeve. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to leave you all here! Why must I be the light? Can’t I just stay here and fight?”

Azar smiled sympathetically, “Yes, you can. The choice is yours. The prophesy tells of crossroads. It is your destiny.”

Jericho stepped protectively in front of Charise “With all due respect, Priest, shut up. Destiny is what Charise will make it. No stupid writing on paper passed down can will her to do anything.” He turned to her and smiled sadly. “Charise, never stop smiling. Don’t loose hope. That is all we have right now. Make a choice. Whatever it is, I will always be with you. Should you choose to stay, I will fight with you until I die. Should you choose to go, I will follow you until I find you again, whether it be this life or the next. You have taught me a one very important thing, Charise. No one can tell you what to do. Be yourself. Be diligent. Be strong. For yourself, and for me. Make your own destiny.” He stooped down slowly and placed his lips against hers, brushing little speckles of salty water from her face. She cupped his cheek and broke away, looking into his eyes.

“I love you, Jericho. I will find a way to fix all of this, so we can be happy together. Until then, I will have happy, knowing you love me. I will look for you, and look for answers. You are my light.” She smiled and looked at Azar.

“My teacher, I am going to do as Alcestis suggests. I will find a way to bring Amaranth back.” She kissed his forehead and picked up the grand sword. She moved to the portal and Jericho followed closely behind.

“Promise you’ll find a way to me, Jericho. Leave this place. I can’t do this alone! I need you!” She hugged him tightly around his stomach, blade laid carefully on the floor at their feet.

“I promise, Charise. I think I will try to use the door…no matter what, I’m coming after you.”
Charise picked up her sword and walked cautiously into the glowing gateway to the unknown.

‘For the life is not it’s own
But a saving gift.’

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Anything else you want to say about yourself or your character?

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

I haven't read the history yet, but I just want to check something. Do you really want no abilities? I mean, it puts your character at a severe disadvantage.

[charise]

I am going to put them in later.
There is nothing original that comes to mind yet, so I don't want them.

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

Alright, in that case, everything looks fine.

~Accepted~

Locked and moved.