ooC: Ya wanted it, here ya go. bear in mind this was wrote at 4:00 in the morning and I made it up on the spot. But yeah, have your character come in however you want, then I kill them. Fun, yes?

BiC:

The trees where ripe with colour. Over head the sun shewn perfectly through a cloudless light blue sky, to the garden below. The plants where in full bloom, and the apples in the orchard where ripe for the pickings. The stone blocks that combined together to form a small walk way through the center of the vast garden where made from only the purest of marble, and where shimmering brilliantly. Despite all this, however, the garden was all but empty – the students must have been busy with assignments- except for a single man.

His hair was a dirty blond, and almost dull looking in the shade; despite his Asian heritage. He face was perfectly formed so that he both looked imperfect enough that he would intimidate no one, it was still framed so proportionally fine that one might have concluded it was a special project of an artistic God. He was not tall by any means, standing a fair bit shorter the the norm height, yet as he leaned against the apple tree at the end of the path, he seemed to give an air of dominance of the world around him; as if he was larger then his physical presence seemed to indicate.

The man opened his eyes slowly to display his odd coloured eyes. They where a gray, so dull it seemed to show a stark contrast to the fantastical and flamboyant appearance he gave out. Yet inside them was unfiltered wisdom, and just by looking at them a well minded individual could conclude that this young man was well beyond his year; but also that he still had more to learn.

With a small movment of his hand he flipped the page of the book he was studying intensely, then second later filled the page again. Other then those slight moments he stayed perfectly still as he read, other then the one time he stretched out his hand to catch an apple that bounced off his head after it fell from it's perch.

Suddenly he dropped his book nosielessly to the ground, where it would stay for the remainder of it's life. Looking forward with his dead eyes he watched as a single man entered the garden he had called home for the last two hours. His hair was an awkward purple colour, giving him an almost punkish feel at the very first glance. His face was harsh, consisting of sharp well-defined angles. His face seemed almost permanently contorted into a strange sneer that gave neither an air of respect for the people around him, or care for himself. He was fairly tall, but almost menacing in the way his deep black cloak fluttered around his strong structured and well defined body.

His eyes where deep and black, and seemed stuck in his ever present glare. His eyes seemed almost impossible to read, while at first they seemed like nothing more then an unrepentant killer with a taste for blood, if one was to look at them for any length at time they might catch the sudden change from a killer to a man curious to figure out his own existence.

He walked slowly towards the blond haired man, his slow movements showing his purpose was not that of a casual manner. His left hand -that was wrapped in a dark glove- was almost constantly placed at the pommel of the sword at his waste as if he was ready to fight off an attacker at any moment. He stopped at the edge of the marble path not caring enough to walk onto the soft lush grass, “Kazaisu,”

“Aye, that is what I have been known to go bye. Would you like something?”

“You are to come with me,” The man spoke harshly and in as few as words as possible.

“May I ask to why? It seems to me you might have mistaken me for someone else, I have no business with the likes of you,” He replied with indignation, giving no respect to the fierce air the man gave off as shown by the way he callously bite into an apple half way through his sentence.

“It seems someone has challenged our position, as teachers”

“Challenged out position? As in they don't think of fit to teach people at this dome? Seems arbitrary to do such a thing when the teachers are chosen by the building itself,”

“Regardless; the dome as arranged a battle. We must attend,”

“Between us?”

“No, we are to fight alongside a man named Derrick; the opponent is unknown.”

“Three of us? All fighting together? I sure hope this opponent is strong, I would not want to waste my time against futile enemies,”

“Come with me, and you'll see,”

“of course,” The blond haired man followed after the dark man, quoting a piece of poetry as he walked:”
The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments."

The battle field was vast. Stretching man miles until they where blotted out by mountains on all sides. In the center of the war zone was a small town that looked like something out of western. On the top of the roof of the largest building stood a single man. Or rather the culmination of man kind.

The blond haired blue eyed man was what could only be described as perfect. His face was perfectly formed, and his body sculpted like a Greek Adonis. His small smiled revealed pearly white teeth in perfect order, and the white suite he wore gave him an almost impossible air of mystery. He looked strong and courageous, yet fool hardy and wise. His radiant eyes showed both compassion, and passion. He looked -and acted- like both a perfect gentleman, and a hard working business man. He was the result of many years of hard work, a result that could only be praised as the miracle of science. Yet all of that, he would give away for a single thing...

The man was checking his newly perched sniper rifle when a flash of light in the center of the town distracted him. Looking through the scope he saw two men, a taller dark clothed man, and a smaller blond haired man. I would be lying if I said he wasn't tempted to try out his new toy. Sighing he put down his new tow behind a crate to save it for later, and elegantly leaped off the five story building to greet the new comers.

Landing almost noiselessly the two turned to him as he spoke, “Tsuukai and Kazaisu I presume. It is a pleasure to meet you, I am derrick.”

“What's with you people using my full name...” Kaze remarked in a tounge in cheek manner.

Ignoring the man to his right the Master of Shadow spoke, “How much longer till the challenge,”

“Without even glancing at a watch the man already knew, “One minute fifteen seconds,” he spoke with deadly accuracy. The three did not say another word, each one counting the time in their head. Waiting for the challenger to appear, little did they know that it would not be as expected.

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