Published Jul 12th, 2013, 7/12/13 2:19 am
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Hello Everyone! I just thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. I needed something special for my 100 sub skin, so I decided why not make an example for people participating in my RPG Character Contest! So here it goes!
The Urban Sorcerer
Hello... My name is Paul Barker and I'm writing to you because.... well I might be dead soon. This is how it all started. During my childhood I was a normal boy. I had a mom, dog, and well my dad was dead. You see, the thing is. My mom never told me about my dad. I never knew him or about him, until one day. It was my sixteenth birthday, but not a normal birthday for an normal person. I was no longer normal. My mom seemed to be acting strange that day too, for I knew she knew something and she was dreading it. During my party I started feeling weird, almost sick. I had this strange feeling in my lungs and heart. I felt as if a dagger was twisting through them and attempting to rip them out while an inferno raged throughout my body. My mom urgently told everyone to leave and that the party was over. I softly whispered as I was out of breathe, "Mom... I... feel..." She put her finger on my mouth notioning to sush. She replied, "I know Sweetie, I know." She than sat down on the couch beside me and began to tell me about the father she never spoke of. "Your father. He was not an ordinary human. He was a sorcerer. He was killed by an organization of mage hunters called the Magnicarum. Soon they will learn of your powers and come after you too." I soon began to worry as she told me this and I felt as if I drowning from the lack of oxygen. I soon passed out. The next morning when I awoke I was no longer on the couch, neither was I at my home. I was in a cage. I felt different too. That pain scorching throughout my lungs and heart had moved through my body to my arms. That pain had also turned into power. It felt as if energy was ready to explode from my palms. My thoughts were soon interrupted as someone approached the cage. An eerie voice spoke. "You boy are lucky we got to you first. The Magnicarum would have you killed, but I have better uses for someone such as yourself. I believe you are the key to creating my ultimate weapon. He notions for a guard to open the cell, and right after two came and held me down on the floor. The "Doctor" or whatever he was strolled casually into the cage and took a sample of my blood. I screamed, "Stop! Get off of me!" My fear soon turned into anger. Magical flames wildly combusted in my hand and the doctor and two guards quickly ran out of the cage and locked it back up. Once again I was alone and I pondered what had happened. "Was this the powers my mother spoke of? Speaking of my mom, where is she?" I curled back down on the floor and began to cry softly. A few moments later a large explosion was heard nearby. I quickly jumped to my feet and a guard came running down the hall. He began to open the cell door to move me to a more "secure location", but the ceiling crumbled and he was hit on the head by some rubble. I ran over the the cell wall and grasped the keys. I hastily opened the cage and made my way down the hall. I heard laser fire and guns going off nearby. It seems the facility was under attack and I had luckily escaped during the on going chaos. I ran hall to hall until I found the exit. Unfortunately is was being blocked by a guard. I reached out my palms and tried to recall that anger I had had before. At that moment mystical purple flames were exerted from my hands. The flames blasted the guard into the wall and he was knocked out. I then safely made my way out into the streets. It seems the facility was in the middle of the city. I ran and ran until I was out of breathe. I peered around a city block corner and noticed a shop. I figured I'd need some new clothes, so I snuck in and "borrowed" a hooded leather jacked and some black jeans. As I made my way out of the store I managed to pick up a pen and piece of paper too. Finally I made my way outside and sat down behind a dumpster to begin writing. "Hello... My name is Paul Barker and I'm writing to you because.... well I might be dead soon."
| Gender | Male |
| Model | Steve |
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