The Alterian Kingdom which expands out for miles and miles hold the Palace at the very center separated from the cities with large stretches of land used for agriculture. The palace is full of rooms , chambers , halls and corridors. This is the most fortified area in all of Alteria like it can be expected. Being allowed here is a privilege granted by only a few , and as it can be expected the King and Queen lives here and frequently allows visitors ; mainly the Celestial Kings when they come to speak upon major matters to keep them in the loop of the events going around in the world.
The young female silently walked through the main courtyard of the palace, cloaked quietly with her face hidden and eyes invisible with the hood itself. Whoever she was, she didn’t seem to really care about the guards who surrounded her. Nor did she seem to care that they were all watching her like she was about to rip apart the castle with her bare hands. Which . . . for someone of her stature, that truly would have been a sight to see. In all honesty, she didn’t look like much, barely standing at five foot five inches with a hair tone of what looked to be around an auburn, well really some shade of brown, kind of hard to truly tell with the hood in the way. She continued walking boldly however, so it was clear that she had a great deal of confidence in spite of her stature. Unseen to the world, at the moment anyway, were the pair of fox ears that were flattened down to her skull in order to keep them inconspicuous. As well as the single fox tail that was behind the cloak as well, and unbeknownst to those around her, that wasn’t the only one that she truly had. This was her closest possible way to being fully human in appearance. With her level of shape-shifting ability anyway. The young girl was stopped at the doors to the throne room, and even though asked to remove the hood and cloak she made no move too, only spoke with a calm voice which was deceptively sweet in tone, along with a musical note to it.
“Now, now boys.. is this any real way to treat a lady?~”
Her voice was definitely showing that she wasn’t intimidated, in fact it was almost like she was already toying with them. Hidden from sight at the moment, was a small Tanto, which normally would be bigger but she had shrunk the sword for precautionary measure, sheathed behind her just underneath her tail. It was a very special weapon to her, and if they tried to take it there would be hell to pay. It wasn’t the last thing that she’d ever gotten from her father, but by far it was the most important. She had a conniving tone of voice, but it was sweet and gentle in its own right as well, the voice of someone who could play even a miser out of his purse. She obviously wasn’t normal, but she didn’t resist even as her hood was pulled away and her ears popped up, flicking softly as she gave the guards a small, almost daring, smile. Her ears were tipped with white, and her eyes were a deep crimson. Obviously, she wasn’t human.
“Before you dare to ask, I’m here to see the King and Queen for . . . personal matters. Would you be so kind as to move and allow me to pass?~ Thank you~”
It was obvious, even as she slid past the shell-shocked guards, that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyway. She looked like she was sixteen, or maybe even younger, yet she was speaking to grown men who were in their late to mid forties like they were children. It was quite the sight to behold for any servants watching, especially considering the fact she literally walked right past. She wasn’t really well known personally, but her father was. After all. He was also the father of the creator of this world. The General of the Thunderous Heavens, Kazuma Daisuke. He was her father, and because she looked more like her mother, that wasn’t obvious yet. But in the end, it was definitely going to be interesting to see how the Queen herself reacted to Kasumi’s presence.
Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.
“Step lively everyone. Mr Akatashi, if you would please stop eating those Doritos till the end of the tour. Thank you, thank you. Alright people….we are walking, we are walking.”The Palace tour representative, who was a well groomed lady in her late thirties, with large tortoise shell glasses and sensible shoes, was wildly using her hands to get the crowd of sight seers to keep moving forward as she took them on the grand tour of the Alterian Palace. There was a group of about fifty people in the tour. A lot when you considered that they were being ushered along by one diminutive lady. At the very back of the pack, was the snap happy tourist, Grant Taylor. Your run of the mill average kinda guy, who had a fascination for the architecture and art works in the palace itself. He had been trying to keep up with the rest of the crowd, but soon after stopping to take a few more pictures, the tour group had already moved on into the next section.
With his head bowed, and quickly checking his memory card for his camera, he soon came to realize that he was standing all alone in a large corridor that was right near the throne room. Course, he didn’t know he was that close since he had been so busy fussing with his camera. Finally getting the memory card in the right way, he glanced up and then looked about madly.
“Hello? Miss Tushimi? Hello?” The lost tourist was very much alone, accept he suddenly saw a young girl march past a group of guards and though he could not hear what she said exactly, he figured she must be with the tour group. “Wait for me!” Grant sung out, chasing after the girl who looked to be about sixteen. She’d made it past the guards and so…in Grant’s mind she had to be going the right way.
Approaching the guards, Grant snapped his camera to his selfie stick and motioned with his hand for them all to join him for a big group selfie. He’d seen it done before and thought it would be great for his social media site.
“Gather round, fellas….I mean, Sirs.” The guards all looked at each other oddly, before a couple shrugged and joined in for the pose.
“Got it…That was great. Thanks.” He nervously stuttered, before then turning straight into the throne room and hurrying to catch up with the girl that he thought was with his tour group. On entering the Throne room, Grant was overcome by the majesty of it all.
“Wow….this is nice.” ~CLICK CLICK CLICK~
A chilly wind had blown around the palace, mainly in the back, deep with in the woods. Everything looked like a normal lush forest but, if you traveled deeper in, you’d see ice on the ground. This was dued to the woman who sat on a long log branch, her white hair extending down to the ground and along the branch. She had white pure skin, her cheeks not flushed at all from the cold, of course she was use to this tempeature so, it wouldn’t effect her. This small snow area was her doing of her Yuki-Onna powers, making snow was rather easy, along with a small pond near her. Her clothing consisted of light floral pattern dress, reaching down to her middle thigh, barefooted and a small thing behind her back. Snow white birds flew around her, creatures of the snow and flew away, this was her sanctuary. If she was ever stressed or down, overworked she’d retreat to this place. Her eyes had been closed, enjoying the silence and nature of this wonderful day out here. Hearing footsteps she knew who it was, as she opened her eyes a pair of piercing ice blue ones showed. Looking over she tilted her head slightly and looked at the servant, who seemed rather nervous. ” What brings you out here? You know, this is my place, I don’t allow many, it better be important.” She said icily as she saw the shiver from the servant and shook her head.
” I-I-I-I’m sorry my queen.. but, you have visitors.. one came unexpected, wanting a audience with you and the king. Another guy who I don’t know why he’s there.” the young girl said and squirmed some in her place. Skylar glared a little now, people were in her palace? Uninvited and not wanted? This ticked her off, she was notified before she let anyone into her courters. Standing up she walked over to the servant. ” Thank you darling for telling me, I shall go attend to them now. You may get back to your work.” Her voice completely changed to a soft one, this was her showing her caring side. She loved everyone in the castle who served her and the king. Though she didn’t show it much to them, wanting to keep her front up. Slowly making her way back towards the palace, she turned down the long corridors coming to two thick black doors. Pushing them showed a large bedroom, with a very big bed and a bunch of items. This was her and her husbands room, it was something she enjoyed being in and reading. Shutting the door she walked to the closet and opened it, pulling out her casual wear. See hadn’t seen the king yet so, he must of been else where and she didn’t mind, she knew he’d join her soon.
Her dress had been stripped now, laying on the floor, along with other items. Her long hair drag slightly against the floor as she walked to the mirror. Looking at it, she admired herself, it was one of the things she enjoyed, seeing how well she looked for her age. Picking up the dress she pulled out, she put it on and dressed herself now, slowly walking over to the small dresser area with stuff. Sitting on a chair she crossed her leg over the other, her hand picking up a brush and brushing her hair. Slowly she put her hair up into a ponytail, slightly curling it and setting a couple of things in her hair. A small sigh escaped her lips, her applying slightly little makeup to her face as she finished. Skylar stood and walked to the door, slipping on her flats, she wasn’t one for wearing heels when she didn’t need to. Shutting the doors she walke gracefull to the throne room where her visitors awaited, why should she hurry? They had come with out any news of it so, she’d take her time on getting there. A pair of doors on the side of throne room opened and Skylar entered the room, her head not bothering to turn towards the others yet. Making her way slowly over to the throne that sat on the left throne, another throne on the right. Settaling down she moved her hair to the side a bit and moved her head, opening her icy blue eyes she stared at the people in front of her.
” I must say, you’re a rather brave soul to come here with no word before hand. Granted your status dear, it would of been nice of a small warning before hand.” She said with a rather strict and cold voice, Skylar rarely let down her front in front of others, she wanted to make sure people knew well that she wasn’t a joking person during buisness. ” I hear you want to talk with both the king and I, he should be here shortly. Please welcome yourself to refreshments in the mean time.” She said quietly, her eyes left the kitsune girl to travel to a man who stood behind her, a average one at that, she had heard him talking before she entered. ” Thank you sir, the palace was built to be the best. But I must ask, what is your business here?” She said questionaly and slowly leaned back in the chair, waiting to see what both had to say for their appereance today at the Alteria Palace.
Kasumi blinked for a split second, her head actually perking up slightly as her face grew slightly bewildered and her ears flicked atop her head even as she barely turned her head, looking back at the man who asked her to wait. Who was he again? The answer to that question came to her within a moment’s notice easily however. Tourists… he obviously had her confused with another tourist. Which… actually that may not hurt things, in fact that could be useful. It wasn’t visible, but a slightly conniving grin spread across Kasumi’s face in an instant, her hands reaching up and flipping her hood back over her ears quickly before he noticed her ears. Shouldn’t be too hard to notice that she wasn’t human with that, but it wouldn’t take him long to realize she wasn’t a tourist once they actually spoke to the Queen. Or rather, she did.
Kasumi was keeping her face straight ahead as she walked, not afraid to leave the boy behind her behind. Well . . . the man was probably in his twenties, based on appearances and disregarding that silvery gray hair. But even then, he was human and that practically made him a boy to the five hundred year old Kitsune. No reason to think of him as anything else at the moment, especially with all the snapping he was doing with that phone. Well, if anything his being around would be pleasantly amusing for the moment. Kasumi looked up at the Queen in the instant that she spoke, her crimson eyes gleaming as that small, cheeky smirk grew across her face once more and she pulled down her hood so that she wouldn’t come across as too . . . rude.
Kasumi’s conniving smirk grew, only barely, as she heard the Queen’s words to the young tourist. By all rumors, the Queen herself wasn’t very old personally. Also in her twenties. Which meant that Kasumi was currently the eldest here. Not that she looked it of course, as she barely looked sixteen and wasn’t showing even the one tail. Kasumi figured the Queen didn’t realize exactly who she was, and that was fine, if the Queen didn’t know then she was able to move around unnoticed and not draw a hell of a lot of attention to herself. Things went smoother that way and Kasumi knew that, it’s why she kept to secrecy even if it could cause problems for herself. Kasumi gave a chuckle, slightly amused and knowing one at that, as she placed a hand against her chest, just below the neck, leaning down slightly in a courtesy at the same time as she spoke just loud enough for both to hear.
(Still has the cloak on, just the best image I could find XDDD)
“G’morning m’lady~ I do apologize if I was rude in coming unannounced~ My name is Kasumi Yamazaki, ah but perhaps I should go by my father’s name, and not my mother’s. Kasumi Daisuke, Princess of the Thunderous Heavens, daughter of Kazuma Daisuke and Sister of the Blazing Heavens, the Defeater of Death himself. This man behind me mistook me for a tourist, or so I am assuming, and I must apologize for that. I have come with a simple question in mind, and then I plan to be on my way. I’ve come in hopes you might be able to give me a lead as to where my brother is. So far in my travels, frustratingly, I’ve heard nothing more than the same thing: That no one knows where he is at all. I was hoping you or the King might at the least have a lead that will set me on the right path. For as you must know, rumors are not always… trustworthy~ Ah, speaking of rumors. Y’know, the legendary warrior who created this world in a sense? Yeah, he’s no legend. He’s my brother, but I’m not getting my hopes up any time soon to be honest with you. It’s been too long, and honestly. Everyone thinks he’s a legend, so not the smartest thing to do now is it?~”
Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.
Poor Grant had really gotten it wrong today. First he falls behind his Palace tour party, and now he is taking happy snaps on his camera in the Throne room of all places. Chewing on his bottom lip, he then realizes that the girl he followed WAS NOT part of the tour. Ah shit… The young man is about to start moonwalking out of there, when her royal Highness the Queen of Alterus enters the room. From bad to worse….BAD to WORSE. The Queen addressed the young girl that had come in first. The woman was practically ice cold in her manner and almost spoke down to the girl like she was some flea under her shoe. Grant didn’t know whether to dig a hole, hide under his jacket or just flee the scene now. He gulped as he started to slide his camera away, when the Queen then turned her attentions on him.
” Thank you sir, the palace was built to be the best. But I must ask, what is your business here?”
~Oh God…OH GOD…Down boy, Down…she’s talking to you!~ This was racing through his mind as he started to bow furiously, before getting on his knees, and properly kissing the floor…or should I say the carpet.
Raising his head, he was about to say why he accidentally entered the throne room when the girl in front started off on her speel. Good gravy, could this girl talk. She talked….and talked….and you could take a few messages while she kept on talking. Grant kept looking up nervously from his crouched position on the floor till the girl was finished. Mind you he even looked at his watch a few times as the girl in front continued. Something about looking for a brother…being daughter of some legend. He was almost ready to take a picture of the girl to add to his collection….when…the Queen finally looked at him again.
Straightening his bow tie, he nervously got up off the floor and shuffled over to the Queen and gave a weak smile.
“My name is Grant Taylor. I am a convention tourist here with a bus load from the International Comic Con. I did an appearance yesterday as my favorite hero!” His sudden raise in voice was cause he was rather chuff when it came to his cosplay outfits. When he put on a mask, he could be anyone. He took out his camera and then danced up the steps to the throne and quickly flicked through to the movies section on his phone and then offered it to the Queen.
“I WAS DEADPOOL!”
What would the Queen think of this guy? Mild mannered nervous Grant Taylor…who became a superhero at conventions.
“Do you like anime, your Majesty?” He looked up at her hopefully as he turned up the music on the phone for her to enjoy. “I dress up as a furry fox sometimes too.” ~Happy nod.~
Grant Taylor/Irasho – The Mask.
Appearance : Grey to white hair, tall yet not muscular; Grant has brown eyes with a fair complexion. You would not pick him to be someone that even had the strength to wield a sword of great power. But you know how looks can be deceiving.
Name : Grant Taylor
Age : 25
Race : Human
Respective World [ Anime / Extraterrestial / Work of Fiction ] : Original
Alignment [ Alterus [ Good ] or Terakus [ Evil] ] : Good
Job / Occupation / Role : Comic book and Collectable store merchant
Personality : Quiet, reserved, endearing, a real gentleman, softly spoken, humble, a little shy.
Powers / Abilities :
P e a k H u m a n C o n d i t i o n : Since the world has changed around Humanity and their survival ; there was only one path for them to take and it was the road to evolution . It was unknown whether or not it was their will as a whole or the Observer’s will or the direct intervention of the Celestial Kings that Mankind has grown the ability to strengthen their bodies at a much faster rate than a human would normally be able to. Upon reaching Peak Human condition in his teenage years he has found his body strong enough to take on other beings without having to worry too much about getting hurt.
Vast Knowledge of all things to do with Comics, Anime, Collectables, Cosplay, Questing, Table top. A role player with many books, and files on creatures that span from the imagination.
Shattered Mode +Item[ Locked Till Earned Via Story ] : The Mask of Irasho : A fabled mask that came from the Asian parts of the continents, said to give the wearer extraordinary powers, including a complete personality overhaul. The wearer becomes fused to the mask, and they have comic book like abilities that defy the very laws of physics and reality. When wearing the mask, the person becomes Irasho – a warrior that had a sick twisted sense of fun, making his enemies experience the zaniest and wackiest of situations. He can turn a gunfight into a rumba session in seconds. He mimics some of the greatest anime fighters, though a lot of it is totally off the wall. He will become a hard one to follow, cause if his weapons don’t kill you, his comedy will.
Bio : WIP
The Dark Moon of Terakus.
To everything there is the opposite. Just as Alteria exists so to does it’s counterpart. The ying to the yang. Terakus. Planet of all chaos and ruled by the Destructor – Gizora, who has been in slumber within the mountains of Hellrise. Whilst the cities that dot the moon are filled with the dark creatures and vile lords of the underworld, a thriving metropolis does exist. Though considered to be a moon, by those on Alteria; they are unaware of the dangers that lurk on the dark side of the moon.
The Dark Moon of Terakus
Since the dawn of time there have been two that wielded such powers that it was enough to bring about the rise of greatness and the fall of planets and civilizations. Just as there was the will of Good, there was the opposite, the Chaos of Destruction. Creation had it’s name, and so reigned over the planet of Alteria along with the Celestial Kings – but in the days coming, their counterparts…the opposites were preparing for the awakening of their great Anti God. The Destructor….Gizora. Said to be in slumber in the mountains of Hellrise, till the alignment of the three suns, the dark sons were to build for him that would be worthy of his throne. Across the fire moon, there were plates that cooled and allowed for the construction of vast cities and territories where those of greed and lust could build towering monuments and buildings that all bore the crest of their leader. It would not be an easy task to awaken the Destroyer. Sacrifices and rituals had to be held and all the right relics brought in from across the surface of Terakus at exactly the right moment. It had been written by scribes and seers had foreseen the day in which the crypt would crack open and reveal the Ruler of Terakus in all his chaotic glory.
A line of robed men in crimson carried with them the sacrifices that were in boxes, cages and on the back of trucks. Creatures that had been harvested in accordance with the blood parchment of Cardis. Guardians atop of muscular steeds cracked their whips to the lowest of Terakus’s drones – sightless zombified behemoths, that pulled the caged carts as the procession was reaching the rise of the mountain of the sacred Crypt. In the sky above, you could see the three suns that were all close to being in alignment. The dark priests needed to hurry if they were to make the preparations before the time of the awakening. There was a sense of urgency now growing between both relic hunters and the priests.
Just ahead a large jagged opening was visible, forged out of the rock by the power of Gizora before his slumber. As the many vehicles and carriages passed under the arch, there was a change in temperature. The heat from the molten lava pits below was releasing plumes of noxious gasses that to mere mortals, would have them clamoring for breathing apparatus. Within the cavern like chamber, which was the size of an Olympic stadium, there was a mount that had four pillars, with the top being like the roof from the Greek Parthenon. At the very top of the roof of the cave was a large hole, that allowed for the viewing of the sky – which was important to the ritual itself. The sound of brakes and hydraulics now echoed throughout the chamber, as well as shouts from the guardians, as the great drones lowered their ropes and chains to bring the procession of cages and boxes to a halt. Screams, whimpers and cries came from within the sacrifices carriages, and the guardians walked along the sides, shoving great electrified prodders in to keep them quiet. Not exactly a humane way of doing things, but this was Terakus.
At the base of the mount, the crimson robed clerics and priests assembled, and started to give out orders on where the sacrifices were to be chained and mounted for the ceremony. It was like a cattle call, as the cages were unlocked – chains falling to the ground, while collared creatures of all descriptions were led out and brought to the various points of the four pillars. Large hammers were used to nail the creatures chains in place. There was to be no happy ending for them. Their blood and life force were needed to crack open the seal on Grizora’s chamber. A large stone door with ancient script that was chiseled into the rock was the center point of the cavern.
Large torches that were carried by the bearers formed a ring around the outside of the pillared mount, and a lone robed dark one moved to a special podium with a book that had been fashioned out of human skin. He placed the book down on the raised stand and then slowly drew back his hood, to reveal a shock of black hair. Grizora’s most dedicated of followers. His face was etched with tattoo like marking, that burned red compared to the darkness of his skin. At the wave of his hand, the relic hunters approached the mount steps, each carrying a piece to what was a puzzle, marked out by matching holes within the crypt itself. On Barax’s drop of the finger, all four climbed the steps and then pressed the relics into the stone marks. Each one hissed and steam poured out along with a blazing orange blast of light. The torch bearers all then looked to the sky as the three suns were just about touching. The time had come.
The chamber started to groan and creak, as many spectators were now waiting in anticipation of this momentous event. A chorus of voices began to chant, some even going into a hypnotic state, with the faces of the unfortunate sacrifices now contorted in polarized fear. The voices were now raising – beating drums played loudly as the suns started to cross each other. Once they were aligned a blinding light erupted from the sky, and rocketed down to the hole of the chamber, flooding into the room as the last words were being said by the dark robed priests. Each relic, each sacrifice were hit with beams of golden fire light. Hot as the sun, as the marking upon the door to the chamber of the Destroyer lit up, each mark glowing one by one as the voices within the chamber reached a crescendo. With a loud explosion, the door to the Destructor’s chamber was blown to bits and within you could see the very fire of Hell itself come to Terakus, as a figure was fashioned from the flames within. But to the surprise of all around, the figure was not that of a great beast…..nor was it…male.
It was a woman. The Destructor was the opposite to those on the Shattered planet.
Many of the priests all stepped back, as she emerged from the flames – naked. Her skin cooling rapidly as her well endowed form was viewed by all those that had awoken her. The men gasped at the magnificence of her being. It was only when she had taken a step off the mount that Gizora spoke.
“What are you all looking at?” The voice having a very deep and sexy allure. Hearing herself, Gizora stopped and looked down. Were there breasts on her chest? Reaching up with a well manicured hand she gave one a squeeze and then roared with laughter.
“Okay…is this some sort of joke?’
Funny thing was….no one was laughing. You could barely hear a pin drop, except for the odd sound of rustling under a priest’s robes.
“No, my Lord Destructor. Tis no joke.” Her long time assistant said. Grizora was still fondling her breast and then poking the other one. “Well with these puppies, I’m not going to get bored.'” She laughed again, and then cast an eye on one priest who was very active with his hand under his robe. Clearly enjoying seeing Grizora like this. The Destructor didn’t even bat an eyelid as she snapped her finger, and the priest’s cock fell off in his hand. Shrieking and with blood running down his leg, he ran from the mount, much to Grizora’s amusement.
“Well well…I imagine that I missed a lot. Time to….fill me in.”
– One of the hooded men would slowly walk forward and drew his hood back , revealing a average heighted male who had quite the perplexed expression on his face ; his wide eyes gazing the female up and down as if in disbelief and his bright white hair hopefully distracting the males expression to excuse him for a proper emotion to be shown at this point in time. But soon his confusion came to an end as he would lower his head and yell his next words quite loudly and quickly –
” You-have-missed-quite-a-lot-since-you’ve-been-lying-dormant-Destroyer-My-Lord ; Our-Population-Has-Increased-exponentially-and-still-continuing-as-we-speak. Other-then-that-a-lot-of-strange-energies-has-been-seen-on-Alterus-but-we-don’t-know-what-is-the-cause-for-it.”
– The male took in a deep breath and then exhaled before finally introducing himself –
” My name is Charlie , a loyal servant of Lord Gizora and of course I’m under your command to do your dirty work and other accompanying orders. Also…”
– Charlie would take a few more steps forward , while the other robed men had watched in disbelief that he had gotten so close and would take his hand and cupped her left breast with his hand before making a alarmed sound –
”Aha ! These are real ! But, You are our great and feared Lord so you must cover up otherwise the rest of the men will get ideas. So please take this.”
– He took a few steps back and took his robe off and gave it to her to cover up , as a Anti-God Gizora would easily pinpoint how many of them were looking at her lustfully and Charlie was actually touching to validate her gender and nothing further even though it seemed quite the perverse action, he had always heard of how Gizora was supposedly a male and didn’t want to tarnish the concept and has taken into consideration now that things aren’t the same. Protecting and conserving the Destroyer’s appearance and person is his task now. –