The Priest

Padre

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The man swallowed, his throat pulsing. He was a priest of a dead order...his black robes were worn and old, but clean. An old sword hung from his hip, its blade sharpened countless times. His thinning black hair hung over his tired gray eyes in loose strands.

Sighing, the priest retied his bandana. He looked out over the barren land he had wandered into, and thought.

His name...his name was W-...the priest shook his head. That had been the name of a man long ago. Not him, his name was Padre...Father...the priest.

Padre stood, the dust swirling from his tight bound robes. Long ago he had hunted vampires...demons...all manner of darkness, but Rebbeca had changed all that, changed him much.

Padre scratched at the wound that was at his neck, shaking his head.

He stepped forward, the dust kicking up at his high topped boots. He had much to do...much to repent for, perhaps here, in whatever land he was comming to...he'd find a way to do it...to make it up for Elric and Amber...for all of the people he had known.

So long ago.
 
OOC: Padre I like your writing so far but can you explain a little about the thread, it seems interesting.
 
His shiniing helmet glimmered. Armor glistening under the fires. He watched as a demon prepared to sacrifice a family to it's dark lord. He sprang free of the cover of the rocks, swinging the sword. He chopped the demon's head off clean, then cut the bonds on the family. He took them outside, then disappeared. He had no wish to tell them who he was or why did that. He was the last surviving member of the Crusaders, who had once helped the priests during the Dark Wars. His name was Javier(said Havier). As the family marched away, Javier said the correct words and became visible once again. He turned and marched towards the horizon.
 
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OOC: I'm just looking to introduce my char, if anyone wants to RP with him please do.
 
Memories

The priest walked, and remembered.

Elric...the demon knight, he had stopped Padre from killing Moran the vampire. Klara, Elric's wife...a lunatic...she had nearly killed Padre many times.

Amber...Elric's other lover. Klara had been none too happy about that. Raven...Padre's lover, she had...had...

The priest screwed his eyes shut, he would not think of that. He thought of Ryan...the son he never had, and Lyle, the son who had nearly killed him.

Such a long life, such strange turns. Padre thought of the final battel...of how Elric and Amber and Klara had died...how he had ran to survive, sweet Nase why did he always live.

The priest looked up, there was a town...he'd start here...start fresh.
 
OOC:

Just wanted to bump this to the top, give some new people achance to post and maybe remind the original people about the thread. If everyone is still interested, I'll jump in, looks like a really interesting idea.

Good Luck, and hope everybody enjoyed their holidays!!!!
 
The Assasin

His piercing red eyes tracked the slowly approaching figure. The figure was old. Too old to pose any real threat. No challenge whatsoever. Zualan softly growled to himself. What a waste of his talents. Half-demon blood boiling in his veins, and THIS was what his masters sent him to do. Kill an old man. A sickly, ugly old man! Oh well, might as well... Unsheathing his dagger, Zualan took up his position next to the tavern.
 
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