~*~*~ Chronicles of the Rift ~*~*~ ( Late Sign Ups ) Rated M

[Haruko]

Real Name: Danielle
Gender: Female
Personality: Sarcastic and a bit crude, Danielle tends to think more logically than emotionally(although she has her moments). She's a bit of a pessimist and will think of every possible outcome before approaching a problem. This can lead to her anxiety acting up, which she'll pretty much shut herself from the world. She typically likes to work alone, out of old habit, and keeps her emotions hidden.
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Name: Althalos (last name isn't known to self, he was given his name by his teacher. Real name is Asche Van Alstyne)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 25
Personality: Carefree, Althalos has a nasty habit of not thinking before he goes into fights and does things on a whim. He tends to wear his heart on his sleeves and it's quite easy to notice if he's angry. That being said, it's pretty hard to anger him and he's patient to some extent. Most of this is just a ruse though, as Althalos is a pretty serious person at times - mostly towards anything that is about his past. It can get to the point where it's all he thinks and cares about.

He's also a bit naive about almost everything, to the extent of annoying people around him.
Bodily Appearance: Stands around 6'2", he isn't as built as one would think; but he has some muscle on his chest and legs. His hair is a maple brown and is styled a lot like the guy in this picture. Althalos' eyes are a emerald green and is of fair skin. On his back is the tattoo(nothing too intricate) that allows him to channel elements into his halberd.
Clothing Appearance: Wears a thin chain of mail underneath his clothing, his clothing consists of deep blue trousers with a belt around the waist(brown, leather-ish) and a (silkish)black long sleeve shirt with silver trim around the wrists. He has a silver rope that connects to the end of the pole and near the blade of the halberd, this is what he uses to carry his balberd around.(It's slinged around his chest so the halberd rests on his back). As well as the halberd being on his back, he keeps a leathery sack with a thin robe slung on his back. The contents inside include his personal diary(his third one, he keeps this in case he loses his memory again), ink+pen, money, jerky and canteen.
Weapon: His weapon is a long halberd, with a black painted-maple pole as it's handle. The blade on top is curved slightly near the end(like a cutlass). Where the blade and pole meet is wrapped in a red colored tassel. It's much more like a naginata in it's design, but he calls it a halberd(Danielle calls it a naginata). On the pole are carved-in runes that allow him to channel his magic into the blade.
Magic: His magic is a bit uncontrollable in the sense that while he was able to control elements prior to the tattoo and sword, it was unpredictable and typically happened on the whim of an heavily-felt emotion. The tattoo controls it to the extent that he can channel it to his sword, but it can – from time to time – occur because he’s too emotional.(Note that his elemental magic isn't as strong as someone who has specialized into one element.)

That being said, his magic is of the elements(more specifically, fire/wind/water/earth) and is more potent when he channels it to his blade than using it like a mage. Using the runes on his halberd and the tattoo on his back, he can channel only one element at a time onto his halberd. However, he ends up exhausted after the process, so it can’t be used in quick succession. He cannot use any other weapon besides his halberd unless he makes a rune with his blood on the weapon itself, and this method isn't as powerful as using his halberd.
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Changed Personality: Since Danielle's soul was implanted in Althalos, not much has changed about her besides the fact that she can get ill tempered when having to deal with Althalos and his carefree actions. Althalos and Danielle are opposites and tend to compliment each other well, since Danielle thinks too much and Althalos thinks too little.
History: Althalos was born to two loving parents and a older sister. He went on living peacefully and ignorant, starting an apprenticeship with the local blacksmith; until the day after his 14th birthday. On his way home from a days work, he found his house ransacked and his parents killed - his sister not found. As he stood in horror at the sight of his parents, bloodied on the floor; the magus came back and saw the child starting to weep over his parent.The magus, startled at another child, hit Althalos on the back of the head with his staff. Inconsequentially, a spell was cast at the moment the staff hit his head, making Althalos forget everything(not so much a memory erasure but his memories were cast away and are in the far reaches of his unconscious.

Waking up in an alley, Althalos wondered for a day, unfamiliar with the town the magi dumped him in(in both he forgot, and he was dumped in a town far away) until he passed out in a knight's front yard. Taken in and fed, he was given the name Althalos, the name of the knight's dead son, and took up the halberd. It was until recent that Althalos departed with his adoptive father, hoping to get stronger from travel and try to find a way to remember his past, which has been slowly returning to him in the form of dreams this recent year.
Other: Has been traveling this past month in hopes of finding more about his past. Is kinda over protective about his diary.>.>;


Danielle

Danielle took a deep sigh as she turned on her computer for another night of web surfing, anime watching and world of warcraft playing. It was the same old routine that she had for a long while now, since she quit Role Playing at Pokemasters for a reason she couldn't remember. She would get things done during the day, and when she was done, she'd play video games and surf the web.

"Nothing new, really.."She mumbled as she listened to the fans turn on, enjoying the noise - and much more the silence that was required to hear them. Silence was bliss, she thought to herself, as the Windows' screen passed and her desktop came into view. Danielle waited until the Wireless connection was secure, and double clicked on the Firefox icon.

She'd just go and check the few anime blogs she visited, elitist jerks,the wow forums, and rangerboard before going on World of Warcraft. This was the norm and was done every night, except for this night. She had been thinking about her old Role Plays, which were nothing special, and why she had stopped doing them. But she couldn't remember why she had stopped, or atleast figure out a reason not to go back and peek on Pokemasters for a few minutes. Although it'd break the normal routine, she'd atleast see how things were doing these days.

"Log on.."She mumbled, again to herself, as she took a few tries to remember her old password for the forums. Tabbing out for a few minutes as she logged in, reading a few funny threads on the WoW boards while waiting it for it to finish loading. Tabbing back in, she looked to the right and saw that there was 9 Private Messages. 8 Old ones, probably ones she never got around to deleting when she used to frequent the boards, and the new one was probably someone trying to see if she was alive. Danielle chuckled slightly to that thought as she clicked the Private Messages link at the top of the page.

The PM itself wasn't from someone she knew. Thinking to herself that the worse it could be was some spam about some random board, she opened it up to read before tabbing back out to finish the thread she was reading on the WoW forums.

The contents of the PM was basically the newbie advertising their RPG, and providing a link to the signup thread on the RPG forums. Leaning foward, chin in palm, Danielle read it over two times. It's been a while, she thought to herself, where she had participated in a RPG. There wasn't a reason for her not to, just like the 'disappeared' reason for her not continuing to RPG a while back. This RPG, while made by someone who was new, was intruiging and unnaturally pulling. Copying and pasting the sign up onto WordPad, she started to work on a sig nup. WoW could wait, she thought to herself, plus it'd break me from the norm a bit if I did something new.

It took about 20 minutes to finish the form. The character was a guy, something that she typically played more than females but never put much thought into. The only hard part about him was his name, but even that soon popped into her head. Finished and satisfied, she copied the completed form and pressed the "Post Reply" button at the top of the post. Pasting the form into the textbox, she read it once over; knowing she'd probably spot any mistakes once it was posted. Sighing hesitantly, she closed her eyes as she hit enter, a bit nervous about if she did anything wrong on her signup. It took a second before she opened her eyes, seeing her monitor in front of her, with a black screen. The LED in her keyboard keys had stopped glowing a faint blue, and the noise of the fans running stopped completely.

"Damn it.." Danielle sighed deeply as she went to press the button to turn the computer - the computer she had built earlier in September and had been proud of finishing. However, her arm remained stiff, resting against her side. As she went to say 'Did I dislocate it..?' to herself, she found her voice mute and her mouth inoperable. More and more of her body stopped responding to her completely, the last part being her eyes. Fixated on the black screen, the area around it - her lamp, her calender, her beloved Transformers cup that held her pens and pencils - faded into the pitch blackness of the screen until there was nothing left.

Althalos

"Mmm, that was a good nap."Althalos smiled as he sat up. It was mid-day in Plyos and he had decided three hours earlier to take a nap after traveling the seemingly endless grassy plains for a whole night and day without sleeping. Once he had found a tree to lean against, his eyes fell shut and slumber soon came. But it was time to set out again, in order to stop by the next town on his journey. The journey itself was in hopes of finding anything about his past, not the past 11 years, but the 14 years prior to meeting his adoptive father. As well as to get stronger, of course.

Taking a piece of jerky out of his sack as he stood up, he bit down on it and let it hang from his mouth as he slung his halberd's rope around his chest so the weapon itself rested on his back. The weapon itself hadn't seen much use on the journey so far, but it kept him comfort and provided him protection. Biting down on the jerky and taking it back into his hand, he started to walk. According to his plans, he would be able to reach the next town by midnight and be able to rest in town for a few days before setting off. Unless, of course, this town had any info on his past.

The seemingly endless grassy plains seemed to roll on forwards as Althalos continued to walk. Finishing the jerky, he sighed as he frowned, bored at the nothingness that was happening. He wanted a fight, either to watch or to participate in. His blood stood restless as he tried to keep himself from getting too antsy, but the frown remained on his face.

Until, that is, a sweet smell wafted up into his nose. As sweet as fruit, the frown from his face disappeared as he looked around. Maybe he had wondered near a fragrant plant or herb that was edible, something to break him from the dried salty meat he had been surviving on for his journey.

The hope, however, soon wavered as Althalos' body slowly felt tired once more. Collapsing on his knees, Althalos looked around..maybe he had wondered too close to a poisonous fragrant plant or herb? In hopes it'd pass, he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

'Brother, come here!'A voice rung in his dream, a repeating dream that seemed to never change. The voice was familiar, but at the same time, felt distant.
"Coming!"A male childs voice replied. The scenery was much like the one he passed out in, a seemingly continuous field of grass with a few patches of flowers here and there. The male's voice felt much more familiar to him, almost as if it was him. In the point of view of the male child, he would bend down and snag a flower from the field, and run towards the female voice.

"Here, I got this for mom."He could feel his face smile as he showed the flower to the female voice. The body of the voice was blurred out, although the faint outline of a white shit and brown pants could easily be made out. But the hair and face was much too blurry to identify the person.
"That's nice."She replied, her voice much more gentler than when she called out earlier. Looking around on the grass, she picked out a flower from the bunch she had picked out from the fields."I guess then I'll give mom this one, ..."

As if on cue, the voice would quickly grow distant, until nothing was coming out of the females voice..The scenery would grow whiter and whiter until nothing remained but the boy himself
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"Mm.."A voice crept out of Althalos' mouth as his eyes slowly opened. However, he did not control the movement of his eyelids or how quickly he sat up to observe his surroundings. In fact, he wasn't control as his head moved back and forth, observing the room that seemed to be made of marble - a royal's palace. He tried to force his head down, but to no avail..it was either a nightmare or something had happened after he passed out from the sweet smell..

'Is anyone there?!' He attempted to say, but it instead came out as a thought. As if startled, his old body jumped a little bit back at the voice inside his head, and then sighed.
'Yes, I'm here, now stop being so nosy' Another voice replied back..a females voice that was a bit deep and almost emotionless. Was a female mage in control of his body and going to use it as her slave?!..as if the female voice was reading Althalos' thoughts, the mental voice of her sighed.'I'm not a fucking mage, I'm not even sure where the hell I am..'
'You're in my body, get out.'He replied, frustrated.
'Err..no? This is my body. You get out' The female voice grew tired of Althalos' quickly, and grew quick to ignore him as she used the body to look around more. There were a few more people around, but they seemed much more aware than he was.
'Look on the floor if you're not sure. It's my body.'Althalos' stubbornly replied to the female voice. Taking his word, she looked down on the marble floor and in a knee-jerk, jumped back as soon as she saw his image on the shiny, polished ground.

'But...'The female voice seemed confused and started as she lost grip on control, but not enough for Althalos to gain control once more.
'You seem confused..heh, I can say we're in the same boat. How did I get a girl's voice in my body in the first place, have I gone insane?!'Althalos' voice tinged a bit with sarcasm, and as if she was a snake, she lashed back at him.
'Maybe you are insane and off your rocker.'She replied, sitting the body up and trying to recover from looking at the reflection on the floor.'But where are we..'
'Not sure, I've never been in a palace before..' He sighed, coming to the fact that the female voice wasn't going to give him control of his body back unless she wanted to.

As if on the cue to his sigh, a door opened from the left side of his body. Coming out of the door were two knights carrying a small, petite female body. As if she were a doll, they placed her carefully on the floor, then walked back into the room. Looking at the female curiously, the female voice inside Althalos wondered.
'I wonder..if I'm not the only one who had this happen to them, if there are other people from the boards here...'She then chuckled,' if that's so, then that definitely needs to be Ryan'
'Who-wha?'Althalos asked her, but she shrugged him off as she commanded his body to walk and sit down near the petite blonde haired female that sat on the floor. The girl herself seemed to be in a bit of shock as well.

"So..do you know where we are?"Althalos, well, the female controlling him, said. Althalos himself mumbled at the fact that a girl was in his body.
"I seriously have no fucking clue.."The petite female replied, the words coming out of her mouth were ones that would be more spoken by an adult than a child.
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