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The AfterLife A sudden hush came over the ruins of the cathedral. In the stillness the rocks steamed and mangled wrought iron pinged. Huge hunks of buttress that had taken millennium to form and  hundreds of years to raise had fallen in the course of a few moments.  A figure strode through the dust and smoke.   Valjean wiped his mouth and then spit onto a pile of broken glass. The blood boiled and was gone in seconds. What had happened, why, was still lost to him. The painful throb of the numbers on his chest the only reminder of the life before NOW. He was Chosen by God and the man who endured the weight of those numbers was far away. And

Character Name: Austri Vital Stats:     Height:         From front legs to top of head: 6'         From tip of tail to front legs: 12'         Neck length: 8"         Wing span: 36'         Eyes: pale glaucoma blue         Hair: Light purple, badly layered         Lips, eyelashes and brows: slightly darker shade of purple    Weight: 1000 poundsish     Body: Prismatic scales with a green base color  Austri has the face of a young woman, a vaguely humanoid upper torso and the body of a dragon. The face has the general appearance and structure of a woman's, but is covered in tightly knit scales a few shades lighter t

Name: James McDonough aka Annalee Age: 18 Gender: Male..ish Nationality: Mutt American Colonial Job/Rank: ....Best not spoken of. Appearance:  Miss Annalee is...well she's....something all right. A short, slender framed man, with light blue eyes and long dark brown hair. He seems slight boned and genteel mannered, and will take pains to make sure you believe that. Up until you snigger about his Adam's apple, then you'll find a hair pin in your kidney. Being dainty is all about attitude, as Grandmama would say. Weapons/Possessions:  Trunks of silks, laces, muslin and the other finery no lady should be with out. A few knives hidden

A warm blue light flickers to life in the nothingness, two thimble sized points weave and pause rhythmically leaving an aura of light behind them. The blue splashes weakly outward, revealing a vague shape and face. Lash'nee sits with the book across her knees, the light from her finger tips marking her thoughts into it. My dearest friend. I hope that the tome in my hands is a gateway and not your tomb. If I had only obeyed, had stopped but a moment to heed your counsel. I wish desperately that I had not acted so recklessly, neither of us would be in our present states. You are lost to me at the moment, I know this, but the depth and nature

 From orbit, the planet of Emir looked like any other Class III, life bearing planet. Extensive oceans, a clearly stable weather cycle and continents covered in lush green forests and warm yellow plains. Nestled amid these areas are perfect circles of dark brown and gray, enormous engineered cities. The planet is also swathed in a carpet of debris made almost entirely of ruined ship parts and broken satellites.  They're not in stationary orbits either, but rather collide and ricochet against each other in a sea of jagged edges. Occasionally an impact will cause arks of electricity to jump from point to point or send a colorless wa

History:  Several hundred thousand trillion light years from Earth, and slightly to the left, exists a binary star system. With in that system are two Class III planets that currently support life. One planet is mostly flora, fauna and insane drones. That is Na'rth. The other is mostly flora, fauna, insane drones and a Primary Keeper and it's Librarian. Emir's last citizens.  To a Terran vernacular that's a really highly advanced artificial intelligence that is in charge of function vital to society, and a person in charge of keeping it sane and operating at peak capacity. This particular Keeper is named Yesh'neh and was once also known

Character Name: Mirror                             Formerly Scossa Zwer and Kayla James Stats:   A single adjective sums up Mirror's over all appearance, lank. She stand's 5'11" at the end of the day and weights 135 pounds soaking wet. Those who wish to be kind would call her svelte or lithe, but her features are too gaunt to suit such a pretty word. She isn't ugly by any stretch, just boney and lacking any generous amount of femininity.  Her chocolate brown hair is cut in a way that makes it easy to get out of the way and still be manageable. This basically means it is long on the top, to her ear lobe, and buzzed underneath. The lon

Deep blue. The shades of the world.        They whirl past and I feel I've died.            Once, a long time ago, and have just come to notice. It doesn't touch me. It doesn't touch me, this world. I stand in its way and fluid it goes past,              I stand aside                 I can't touch it                   I can't taste it              Once, a long time ago, I've died.

A Dopers Ballad Angst! Oh Angst! Hear my bitter plea! If I looked any more miserable would you come and kick me? The rage drips off my gaze like the grease off my hair I alienate myself just so they stare Patron god Cannabis! You haven't saved my yet, I'm waiting damn you! I'm waiting for you to call off your minions and cradle me to you Angst! Oh Angst! I answer your call readily! But these drugs take their toll on my body I can't see straight with out you, my body starts to shake It all hurts so bad that is the difference you make The only people who can stand me are your slaves to They can't save the seats we sit in, not even t

The alarm goes off, it screeches a message to her nerves The world hates you. It wants to put you away. Go back to bed and sleep it off. If she could trust it's words she'd listen, but she stands and dresses, not bothering with prep time or a look in the mirror. Why should she trust the world? Another day, another hustling wasted day. People flitter around like birds with out that comfort of purpose, or slug along with their own putrid trails staining the ground. The polluted wind whistles in her ears as she walks They hate you. They'll never accept your insides, your dark thoughts and desires, Your everything that you hold inside. Her e