The Manticore by Landon
TEAM: The Fallen
KIT CLASS: Arcane Lore
Hall Of Fame!
Survival - 8 wins!
Brutal - 2 fatalaties!
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 3
SeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ - Win 0-0
Saint Sinner - Win 0-0
Antonio a-banderas - Win 0-0
Halo - Win 0-0
The Princess of Monsters - Win 0-0
Anya Nan Ayna - Win 0-0
Pamela King - Win 0-0
Tommy and the War - Loss 0-0
Rogan White - Win 0-0
Toc Darkon - Loss 0-0
A Wizard in Foxtail Park - Loss 0-0
The cherry blossoms didn't bloom outside of Polly's house this year. She and I used to play under the trees as the petals fell each year. The fact that the pedals made me sneeze didn't matter, the fun made me forget my runny nose. But no more. She's dead, you know. God killed her. No, not in that way. She didn't pass on like she should have. She was murdered. Cut down while fleeing from the minions of Hell during those awful days everyone refers to as the Apocalypse. Seven angels did the deed. Seven angels to kill one girl pure of heart. A piece of me died that day. Literally. Just as the cherry trees outside our house have since died. After all, I am nothing more than the manifestation of her own dreams and desires. I was created to keep her company and help her on her quest to fight evil. And how that she is dead... I still live on. I have since given up the obvious philosophical questions. Why I still live is of no consequence. All that matters is the emptiness that lingers in my little heart. Just like the baren trees in our front yard, I'm just a hollow skeleton lingering around in a world that no longer needs me.
Personality: So maybe... just maybe... someone will come along and cut me down? Unlike a tree, I can seek out my own demise. I have no roots holding me in place. I have a voice that others can perceive. Why not make use of them and find peace at last? Maybe I'll finally be reunited with her in the Dreamtime, or maybe I'll just finally fade away like I should have on that night like the figment I really am. No, it isn't a comforting thought that I can only find truth in death, but the alternative is far too hollow for me to live with.
| Weak BELOW normal human strength - |
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).
|Standard Normal human agility.|
|Weak BELOW normal human endurance. |
Goes down easy and stays there.
|Standard Normal human mental resources.|
Do you know what I was created for? Polly needed someone to act as her gateway. Simply falling asleep does not allow you to slip into the Dreamtime. Unless someone pulls you in from the Wakingtime from the otherside, you need one such as I to teeter on the edge of both realms to allow you access. With a blink and an incantation, I can send anyone to Avalon, City of Dreams, or even to Damascus, City of Nightmares. Perhaps one day I will find the need to throw myself away and make that trip to Damascus. I have many enemies there, even if I do find myself slowly fraternizing with many such creatures more often that I would once so desire. But that is no real quest. That is only suicide. I want death on my own terms.
Perched On The Dreaming Gates
Death To Youma
Most disagree with this philosophy. Those people are the ones that most likely find no sorrow or pity in my story. Most people do not believe that within dreams lie the ultimate truth for mortality. Where else can a being of finite existence find what they truly want? Not in their Wakingtime reality, but in their dreams. The creatures of the Dreamtime know this. Upon entering the Wakingtime, they take on mortal guises. Much like the one you wear. I knew you were some sort of youma the moment I set eyes on you. In fact, you never realized until now that I had removed your guise from your Dreaming form and revealed it to the world.
- Power: Polymorph
- Kit Power Link: Arcane Lore
Your words... they intend to strike fear into my heart, do they not? The last time I felt fear was years ago, darling. Even then, in front of the waring masses of Heaven and Hell, I didn't pause to gasp in awe of their pressence or paralyze in fear of my death. Even then I had no true fear. At least, no fear that could cause me to cease my actions. And now... those hints of fear are nothing but memories that fade away more and more with every day. Now deal me this so-called "justice" and make me fade away like those memories.
Pity? Love? Redemption? Oh, how I wish you were there the day Polly died. That day I would have accepted your pleas for my salvation. But no... I have made my decision. I seek only release through death. After all, I am only the figment of a dead girl's imagination. I should never have even felt such emotions. Better to end this now than to become reattached to everything I loved when she was alive. No, I want nothing else in this existence. There is nothing else to live for. Please, cease this banter. Dredging up these memories only make the pain worse, not better.
Immunity: Emotion Control
You... you're... NO! You're too much like her. Too kind. Too loving. Too willing to do anything in your power to help those in need. I need NONE of your help. I didn't want to do this. I wanted you to be the one. But no... I cannot bear to see you anymore. Your link to the Dreamtime, young child, is no more. See that spirit thread attached to your finger? See it dissipating? That is your connection to the Dreaming being severed. By me. And now...
Resistances: Arcane Lore
....now that I have you grasped in my claws, do you have anything left to say to the world, Magical Girl? Anything I should say if I meet one of your fellow Sisters? Nothing? You just want to know why I'm doing this? I'm not going to tell you. Just be thankful you get to ask the question. Polly never got the chance to do even that. I'm confused and hypocritical? Why yes, I am, aren't I? Not that it matters, now does it?
Dream Your Destiny