[Safer] Nero's Training

The light penetrating through the leaves inside this weird forest dilute the radiance of the sun above. In the unknown landscape, rustling of leaves is common due to high winds blowing through a lot, but this is unusual because the gusts aren’t even appearing today to blow the smallest of the leaves. The bushes on the ground are really shaking, as we hear a mumbled voice penetrate through the dim light and tight quarters. Upon stepping free of the twigs, which scratch at his frame through the passing, comes a man who appears to be lost like any other. As his body appears, the first thing that is easy to see besides his pasty white skin is the light hitting his long, scraggly hair. The shades can be disputed at this point, but through the looks of dirt, moss, insects, natural hair growth causing the wild mane, and other various variables, it is seen to be of a dark hue of some sort. Hands run through the long strands to emit a grunt from his frame with the knots coming free. Dark crimson red waves fall down across his facial palette. The man looks down at the bag he is carrying in his hands, which come forth off his bare back, trying to find the floor of the place. As he looks down, he notices a small placard has fallen from his possession.

Man: “The foolish people. They were so susceptible to my devious tricks; I could have probably done it a lot easier. Ending it all was so easy, faking the loss of control of these powers was nothing compared to what I have yet to learn.”

The man looks down at the card and the name on it in some form of gibberish to his mind. Able to decipher the text, he reads the name of where he was raised, remembering the Cluthlu tribe that gave him his powers and the ways to use them. He then looks back up as a smile that could describe a feeling no less then sadistic in nature spreads across his face.

Man: “Neo, The One, they thought I would be the saving grace to their situation. These mystic powers brought upon me from parent’s I shant ever know due to the lack of father and mother figure to take care of me properly. The mother I should have known abandoned my father, and I heard she became a supposed woman who gave her body out for pleasure in return for favors, cash,. Amongst other things. The vile that woman was disgusts me and deserves the sentence of extinction to rid this place of the unpure.”

The man looks up and spots a rough clearing before him. The brush has turned into thick branches, vines intertwined, leaving no room for the normal man to pass through. The path all around looks treacherous, but small holes in the forward path show breaks that are clear.

Man: “The filth in this world is my job to dispose of, leaving only the cleansed to be brought forth. However, these many challenges lay before me as I try to find them. The hardest part of this conquest shall be my inner soul and these temptations before me. Due to my past, I am not as holy as I have been trained to be. Death, murder, genocide, chaos, destruction, all wrought forward from my soul. I must rid this unclean side of me, but I can’t help but give in.”

In a state of meditation, the man silences himself, as his concentration grows tenfold from what it was. Slowly drawing his weapons from his side, we see he has sheathed a small eight inch sword, holding the handle in one hand and the blade lightly grasped in the other. He looks forward as his eyes darken over, before going pure white and matching that of the rest of his eye. Seeing nothing but the white abyss, the fascination begins. Wind gusts slowly start to blow through, getting stronger in each passing minute. Within three minutes of his almost stand still action and rhythmic breathing, the man watches as it is powerful enough to strip branches of the foliage it holds for eyes to behold, then taking the branches with and opening a path before him. As he stops and breaks this concentration, he gets down upon his knees in a doubled over fashion and starts a heavy breathing.

Man: “Why is it that when I use these powers, the curse inside me grows even more? Those poor saps never saw a single thing as the lightning grew. Each bolt took the straw huts and set them ablaze, sending them into destruction. The words Ring of Fire never meant more true in that small enclosed space. The screams brought me joy, the flame really taking them down to the depths of hell as they can’t raise anymore for their sins.”

The man finally stands up as he walks forward. As he continues down the path, a fork appears in the road. Undecided, he takes a twig and spins it around in his hand with such speed it is almost a blur to the eye. Finally, it slows down in his grasp, his hand cut slightly from all the wooden splinters digging into his skin. It points towards the left fork as he approaches with caution. Going forward he traverses the wooded path with the utmost caution. Aware of his surroundings, he smacks at his neck to kill whatever bug it was trying to take a nick out of him. He stops before this pair of luminescent doors of which the destination is unknown.

Man: “This path, my future ahead of me is so unclear. I am horrified at my past, but yet it is so satisfying knowing my true form is coming forth. My daddy would be so proud knowing his son has become a human killing machine, much like him. All those medals for taking innocent souls, some of which were deserving, others just your average person chucked into the heat of a battle and he had to kill for his chance of survival. My future shall be left nothing short of like his, except I refuse to die as I have a lot more meant for me. The man he knew, The neo, shall be no more. Darkness is my calling, pulling me forth to rid the world of scum, but yet also make sure nothing is too out of control. Nero shall be born from here on out.”

Sure of his new identity and what he has brought forth into the world, Nero steps forth towards these mystical doors. He touches them and they open, the blinding light making it that he can’t judge what is before his peripheral vision in this new vast terrain he is unaccustomed to.

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OOC: This was a fun write. I look forward to what you have to comment about this Safer.

Welcome to the Intermediate Class. You've got some great strengths, but your dialogue format needs work. When we write in Role Playing format, we don't use script speech. That is, we don't do this:

Man: "It was a fun journey."

Instead, we do this:

"It was a fun journey," the man said.

Also, try and break up your dialogue a bit. It can be a bit harrowing for a reader to look through an entire paragraph of dialogue without a break. So, just try and do that.

For your next lesson, enter the Dome. Nero will be found by a Domerii, which are the short, pale, humanoid servants of the Dome. He will explain to Nero the concept of the Dome, the fact that he will be taught by Orysius Solian, and will then show Nero the way to his room. End your post after describing your room a bit.

Remember two things: the Dome always appears differently on the inside to everyone, so use your imagination. Also, the Dome has sentience, so it knows what kind of room would best suit Nero.