All Hell Breaks Lose, Part Two

Rose Lucian hovered above Untruth's smoldering compound, throwing more flames to add to the fires in random intervals, waiting for him to arrive.

Rather than confront her when he first arrived, Derek slipped through shadows in the rooms his wives' and wife-to-be had been assaulted. His first stop was Kyra, where he wicked away the flames and healed her wounds, placing her into a deep sleep before teleporting her to a safe place. Then, he found Raene, her wounds healed instantaneously by his touch, a hand stroking her cheek before he sent her off along with Kyra. Finally, he went to Lyria, dissipating the shadows around her and teleporting her to a safe room in the temple where she could be tended by the Order's telepaths. Only then did he hover up out of the compound, propelled by his telekinesis, using it to extinguish the flames around him, screaming at Rose. "This is how you seek my forgiveness? With yet another betrayal?"

"YOU! You call ME a liar! You planned it all along - taking my power and my temple for your own! Reducing me to a prisoner to be abused and beaten!" Her eyes began to glow as she gathered up all the power available to her now, preparing for a mystical strike that was meant to consume him with fire and darkness that constantly regenerated itself as it wrapped around him.

"You didn't forgive me, so why should I forgive you?" she demanded as she unleashed the power as punctuation to her question, throwing everything she had at him.

Untruth threw up every shield he had to deflect her attack, but even that was not enough to keep a painful, burning sting from assaulting him. The moment he felt it, he lashed outward, directing one of the most powerful blasts he'd ever used on a living being at her, attempting to bore into her mind, and at the same time, he used the massive energy required to send a message to Sabine, the psychic outrage filled with all she needed to see the truth of this attack.

Most of the energy he sent at her was absorbed by her protections, but even that wasn't enough to keep her from being knocked backward feet over head, losing elevation before she could right herself to turn and glare at him with a twisted, mad grin. "That's right! That's MY power you're using! You can't be the big alpha male without making me all weak and kittenish, so you can kick me around, can you?"

While Rose began to gather up more energy for another attack, Sabine appeared at Untruth's side, her sharp gaze taking in the scene around her as she assessed the situation with a murmured, "Oh, hell."

Untruth propelled himself along toward her, his hands outstretched, and his psychic blades shimmering blue from the back of his hands. "My power you whore! I was letting you borrow it for a time, but that time passed when you began your paranoid little campaign and sought to order me around like a lapdog."

He slashed at her head as soon as he was near her, knowing Sabine had joined them, but no longer caring. For the moment, this battle was his, his mind open to Sabine, though, the carefully hidden desire that he may be going toe to toe with their true foe burned brightly. He was relishing the chance to kill another god, and had been since he'd been told one was coming.

Sabine watched for a moment, already able to see the forces of chaos at work between them. It was clear to her within moments that Rose had somehow been infused with Goqua's power and had somehow infected Derek. With a cool head, she turned her attention to the air around them, seeking out the creature's true position.

Rose cried out as Untruth's blade glanced off of her head, unable to avoid him completely as she tried to dodge the blow. The pain just added to her anger and the building energy, which she lobbed at him as she spun away from him mid-air, either ignoring or not caring about Sabine's existence. "Yes, funny how my paranoia that you were planning to move against me turned out to be all too true! Silly me!"

Derek laughed as the energy struck him, some pain written on his face, but pain of battle was nothing new to him. He'd learned to ignore it on far too many battlefields. "Bullshit Rose! Bullshit! You NEVER suspected me. You were all too happy to draw on my energies through our link, to use fear of me to keep your enemies away, and all the while I listened to your paranoid rantings about how the piece of you that you threw away was going to get you."

He spat at her in the air, coming nowhere close to hitting her, but doing it all the same as he flew toward her again, diving at the last moment to grab at her ankle in an attempt to grab and throw her at the ground with all of his strength.

Rose failed to anticipate the fake out quickly enough to keep from getting caught by the ankle and found herself hurtling toward the ground, barely able to compensate in time by casting a protective spell on herself to slow her descent enough to keep her from being damaged as she landed on the ground.

Sabine realized that the chaos entity was nowhere nearby and turned her attentions to Derek, speaking directly to his mind with a telepathy spell. "It's not in her, Derek! She's been infected, and so have you! Focus on me!"

Quickly, Sabine began to shape her own spell - adept at doing so after centuries of practice - to dampen the chaotic swirl in his mind, attempting to give him back his self-control.

Untruth growled as Rose hurtled toward the ground, nearly every instinct telling him to dive after her, to drive the bitch into the ground, but the part of his mind that trusted Sabine calmed the battle lust in him, and he focused on her, letting her do what she must.

Rose ascended up into the air again, readying another attack without thinking to question why he wasn't on top of her the moment she'd landed. All she could think of was making him pay for her humiliation, and so, she called to herself a spell of immense power, meant to rip his body apart with a combination of teleportation and holy fire. A scroll appeared in her hands, and she pulled it open and began to read, her eyes continuing to flit between him and the arcane words in case he came at her again before she could finish.

Sabine was quicker. As soon as Derek responded to her spell, she was at his side taking his hand. "Do -not- resist," she instructed him as her gaze fell to Rose, drawing on his power to aid her own. Unlike Rose, she already had the spell she meant to use prepared, and she unleashed it on the former goddess. With a pained scream, Rose dropped the scroll from her hands and glared up at the two before her own power - and that which infected her - began to swirl around her like a cyclone. From the center of the cyclone, the swirling energies flew skyward, draining themselves from her.

After several moments, even Rose's life force was drawn up into the cyclone, and she finally dropped to the ground motionless, barely breathing. The cyclone continued to swirl in a cascade of color upward into the clouds and out of sight, scattered to the corners of the universe.

Untruth floated down to the ground, watching Rose's body, and the breath in it. He reached out to it with his powers to ensure she remained alive, once again forming a link between them, this time wholly with his own energies so that she would have no chance to corrupt it.

Sabine simply spoke quietly from his side. "She's not dead."

"No, and it's a good thing she isn't."

"I did what I had to do." Another simple statement, lacking emotion.

"She didn't know what she was doing when she let Goqua loose," he responded. "I can promise you that."

Sabine nodded. "She didn't know where that power surge came from either, nor did she care. In fact, whatever It did to her blinded her to the severity of her actions."

Derek turned to Sabine, giving her his focus again. "I know. She's a dangerous pet, but I prefer her to an animal."

"And now, she is barely an animal. I stripped her of -all- of her power, not just Goqua's."

Derek nodded. "I suppose this means our enemy is on the move?"

"I'm not sure what the purpose of this was, but yes, 'on the move' is a good way to put it."

With a wave of his hand, Rose was teleported to his room while the compound, itself, was already reforming around them where they stood in the courtyard. "And what is our next move then? This thing came after me, after what is MINE, in MY HOME."

"If I knew what It meant to gain by this, I'd have an answer for you. It isn't here, and I'll need to go home to gather what I need to see if It's in this world now."

"And I have damage to undo."

Sabine lingered for a moment, turning to look up at him. "I think it's safe to say that It had no purpose beyond loosing her with the ability to do her worst and the drive to do so. I think -she- was the target, and she chose -you- as her target."

"And she'll be punished for that, and so will It when the day comes and It decides to take a form. I'll be waiting to put my fist down It's throat and rip It apart piece by piece."

All Hell Breaks Loose, Part One

“I'm so sorry, Derek,” Rose whispered in her dark, cramped prison. “Please, believe me.”

She'd pleaded and begged as he called her a liar, punishing her for her part in whatever was going on out in the 'real world' beyond her enforced imprisonment. She'd never seen him so angry – not even when Raene had returned her to him after her attempt to escape.

As her mind turned to Raene with a renewed disgust and hatred, Rose felt something that seemed to fill her, prodding that hatred into a hot rage that grew exponentially. With that unspeakable rage came power – something not her own but that leapt to her command and drove her forward. Without interest in questioning it, she focused everything within her to teleport away from her prison, into the world waiting above, and a cruel grin found her lips. “Payback time.”

Hovering above Untruth's compound, she sensed his absence – particularly in his bawdy 'throne room' – hardly capable of rational thought. All she wanted was revenge, and now, she would get it. With a flick of her wrist, the roof over the throne room ignited in the magical equivalent of napalm, burning it away quickly until there was a hole large enough for her to slip through, wrapped in shadow that kept her unseen. She watched as Untruth's men poured into the room, trying in vain to stop the flames as they spread and ate away everything in their way with a wicked self-satisfied smile.

The first of her prey appeared to answer the alarm set up by the minions – Derek's first wife, Raene, who began throwing force fields around the fires to keep them from spreading and shouting orders to the men. Rose teleported to the space just behind Raene, an athame appearing in her hand so that, as Raene sensed her arrival and turned toward her, she sunk the dagger into the woman's side and drew it across her stomach, gutting her.

Rather than take the time to gloat over the woman's body, Rose moved quickly now, teleporting to the compound's medi-port unit, disabling it with more of the arcane fire. Normally, she could only accomplish such a powerful spell after gathering the energy to wield it, but today, it was as though it waited in her fingertips, ready at a moment's notice. It felt as though she wasn't just wielding that power, but she was infused with it, driven to use it by anger and viciousness she'd always controlled.

With another thought, she was standing outside a bedroom door, unseen by the occasional groups of men who ran by to respond to the alarms coming from all over the compound. She knew Lyria was inside, alerting Derek telepathically to the trouble. Good. She couldn't wait to see him and make him pay further. The door before her flew open, and before Lyria could have a chance to react, Rose's hand extended toward her, wrapping her in dark magic, holding her in place. Stepping up to the helpless woman, Rose raised her hand to lay her palm to her forehead and unleashed a powerful spell within her mind, breaking down the order within until her nightmares ran rampant. As Lyria's body slumped to the floor, Rose spit a curse down at her. “You were supposed to be MINE.”

After leaving Lyria's room, Rose began to float silently down hallways, setting random fires at her whim or disabling one of Derek's men when they were unfortunate enough to run across her, until she came to a corridor she didn't remember existing when she used to be a visitor to the buildings. Curious, she made her way down the hall, eventually coming across a room guarded by two men – a barbarian and a...knight?

Careful to remain out of sight in the shadows, she conjured a dozen shadows that solidified into men, sending them into combat against the odd guards to keep them occupied as she teleported into the room beyond. A young girl with raven curls turned toward Rose the instant she appeared in the room and snarled, throwing a fireball at the once goddess that was easily absorbed by her protections. Rose regarded the girl with an evil smile.

“Oh, I can see why he likes you,” Rose laughed, surrounding the girl with the same kind of shadows that held Lyria in place. “What to do, what to do? I hate just doing the same thing twice. Seems lazy, don't you think?”

Kyra struggled against the binding shadows as she narrowed her eyes at the woman in front of her. Another shot of fire flew from her toward her tormentor, only to be absorbed yet again. With an inhuman twist of her grin, Rose nodded.

“Wonderful idea, pet.” she cooed before enshrouding her in the magic flames, burning the girl's flesh and eating away her clothing.

Satisfied, Rose teleported out of the room to hover above the compound once again, dropping another flame here and there as she waited for Untruth to arrive. She couldn't wait to give him what he deserved.

The dilemma

“So build another trap.”

Sabine near growled her frustration. It had been infuriating enough that Lara Damon hadn't shown up at the meeting she'd convened to discuss this threat, but to have to repeat the arguments held there was enough to require nearly all her control not to just lash out at the small-minded twit. “I will, but it will take more time than we have before it arrives.”

“Just go get the one Jade used! It can't be that hard for you, the grand mistress of Magic for all of Vislandia! You always did call him a hack, if I remember correctly,” snipped Lara, her deep blue gaze reflective of the contempt she'd always held for Sabine.

“That contraption imploded the day it was used,” came the carefully worded response. Lara would do her no good if she couldn't get her to go do the task she'd given her. “It took Jade years to find the components, each one an artifact of great power, enchanted to execute a specific task. Not only did they have to work together at the moment of entrapment, but they couldn't, in layman's terms, explode when constructed! He had more worlds to draw from and a more magical world on which to create it!”

“And you have Vahlis and Lia!” shouted Lara in her own mounting irritation.

“No, I don't!” Sabine countered, losing control of her temper finally, shouting just as loudly. “The moment I told her it was coming, she closed the portal! Vahlis isn't accessible by order of the gods, especially to a world that is about to be home to one of the most dangerous kind of demigods ever to exist! Unlike Earth, it is protected by its gods, and now, I'm just as trapped here as you've chosen to be!”

Stunned into silence, Lara regarded the mage almost with a sort of sympathy. While there was no love lost between them, they'd always understood the other's position, and to cut Sabine off from the very world she'd called home must have been the worst kind of punishment. Lara, herself, could survive on any world and never could resist the urge to wander. Quietly, anger gone, she had no choice but to acquiesce. “You think he'll target this world's Angel?”

“Almost certain,” Sabine responded curtly. “As much as I'd happily sacrifice her, it's imperative that we know exactly who It chooses as Its vessel. If it isn't one of these people who have traces of Its power, then it'll be someone who can get to them.”

“I'll watch her,” Lara relented. “If I remember how this goes, it won't be long before he's made his presence known. He likes games with ever-changing rules and lots of betrayal and blood. Without a way to capture him...”

Sabine nodded. “Yes. This is just the beginning.”

Loss

Sheridan studied the man before her with a cold expression that would worry the savviest poker player. He was atypical for a bounty hunter, sporting an expensive 3 piece suit on his six foot, medium build frame, clean-shaven, and steel-eyed. She knew this would not be one of the usual simple fights that generally ended up with her pursuer in the hospital or dead while she was long gone. No. This was going to be...fun.

“I don't think you look like a Cynthia,” he said with a bit of teasing in his deep, clear tone that reminded her of those sexy baritone jazz voices she liked so much. If this guy wasn't so clearly dangerous, she'd already be trying to get him into bed. “You look like a Sheridan to me.”

Her suspicions confirmed, the demonic shadows that to this point were simply waiting with her sprung to life, encircling her, infusing themselves with her, anticipating the gun before she ever saw it. With a lightning-quick leap, she was behind the bar before he could get the shot off, and with the sound, the music in the club stopped as people screamed and ran for the exits.

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With a sly grin, Sheridan rolled off of him and left the bed. She'd been right about how much fun the fight itself would be, and the sex after was almost as good. With a lazy flick of her hand, the shadows gathered her strewn clothing and settled it in the bathroom as she stopped just at the door to turn back and look at the bed.

“Don't overstay your welcome, Samuel,” she said in a soft, almost tender way, giving him a playful grin. She knew he'd be gone by the end of her shower. They always were. If the fight hadn't shown them that they were out-classed, the sex was a more than satisfactory trade-off for the lost bounty and often bruised ego.

In the end, though, they meant nothing. In fact, of late, it seemed like everything was nothing. Ever since she'd gained control of the demonic entities that once enslaved her, she'd enjoyed everything her new-found freedom could afford her. She took jobs that she knew she shouldn't be able to walk away from. She partied hard. She drank too much. Her bed was rarely empty. She'd made a mint and spent it.

None of it meant anything. She'd already lost love more times than any woman should have to. She'd pushed away any meaningful friendships she'd had. She was lost in the darkness that the demons were, and she welcomed the sense of oblivion they brought. In being given control over them, she'd been influenced by them more than ever before. Why not? She no longer had to fight their control, so of course, she'd let them in. After all, they'd at least remained constant in her life when no one else would be.

Well...when Jadzia wouldn't be.

Ka Riu No Te

In slumber, Ka-Riu No Ken dreamt of its past victories and battles. It knew its purpose and felt pride in its fullfilment of its destiny, passing from the tail of the great dragon itself into the hands of warriors chosen to weild it on behalf of the great bloodlines of the past. It recalled its role in the Battle of Shigisan, the Toi invasion, and others, and it knew that it had inspired, guided, and protected each person who had been chosen to bear the title Ka Riu No Te - the hand of the great dragon Ka Riu.

No one knew of its resting place but the great dragon himself. After all, it had earned its rest, and it would surely be a tragedy if the sword were to fall into the wrong hands. Ka-Riu No Ken was meant for the hands of great warriors and kings with the strongest spirits meant for the most noble of deeds.

Soon, there was a tug on the sword, and it knew great magic was being used. It was as though there was a sudden affliction of darkness surrounding the sacred resting place, attacking its defenses, slowly wending its way inside those protective wards to forcibly steal it away. If it understood anything about its current circumstances, it would soon be in the hands of someone unworthy...someone who would bastardize its very purpose into something dark and evil.

No Ken called out frantically to Ka-Riu for assistance, and just as it was about to give up hope of the great dragon's intercedence, it felt the presence of a spirit. The spirit was strong, almost as old as the sword itself, and it was enshrouded in fire - surely a sign from Ka-Riu himself. With every ounce of its power, No Ken hurled itself toward the awakening spirit, understanding that another bearer had been chosen. A new hand of the great dragon would walk the earth again to put down the dark magic that threatened it...

[This is just a little thing I came up with as the basis for the creation of a new character. I don't really know all that much about Japanese mythos, however. I just hijacked a dragon name that fit my char concept. Like a lot of fiction out there, everything that follows has nothing to do with the real mythos or history.]

Radical Weed

Character Name: Radical Weed
Real Name: Holly Kent
Server: Virtue
Origin: Science
Archetype: Plant/Rad Controller
SG: The Starchasers
Alignment: Hero
Description: Enthusiastic, generally happy, environmental activist that was contaminated with toxic waste while trying to save a forest from destruction.

Midnite Tempest

Character Name: Midnite Tempest
Real Name: Raene Barsa
Server: Virtue
Origin: Natural
Archetype: Kin/Dark Defender
VG: Descent
Alignment: Rogue
Fiancee: Time Breaker (Real Name: Wyatt Cole)
Signature Song: You Look Like Rain by Morphine
Personality: Laid back, easy going, Zen philosopher, Seasoned traveller

Concussive Blow

Character Name: Concussive Blow
Real Name: Zoe Marks
Server: Virtue
Origin: Mutation
Archetype: KM/Regen Scrapper
SG: The Starchasers
Alignment: Hero
Signature Song: Love the Way You Lie - Eminem ft. Rihanna
Personality: Zoe's got a very hard personality from growing up in a very hard life, and she often comes across as angry and distant.
Backstory:
Zoe Marks was orphaned at a very young age and left to grow up alone among the more zealous members of the underground Resistance in Praetoria. She learned to fight, assemble ordinance, ambush tactics, and anything anyone would teach her until she became seasoned enough and skilled enough to begin leading her own campaigns against Cole's regime from within the Resistance.
Before learning of the impending war that Cole had planned to bring to Primal Earth, Zoe met another Resistance fighter going by the handle, Xtremist, and terms like "oil and water" started floating around the gossip mill underground. The love/hate relationship that grew from their first few shared missions followed them to Primal earth, and now, they work beside the heroes of Paragon.

Because somehow, some way, Zoe is going to take Cole down.

Black Velvet

Character Name: Black Velvet
Real Name: Angel Timmons
Server: Virtue
Origin: Mutation
Archetype: Dual Pistols/Energy Blaster
SG: Guardians of Destiny
Alignment: Vigilante
Partner: Tom Damon
Signature Song: Black Velvet by Alannah Myles
Personality: Cocky, brash, incredibly sexy
Backstory:
Angel started out as one of the best cat burglars in the world, mentored by an infamous crime lord that operated out of South Florida. He had dealings the world over in organized crime, a healthy drug smuggling trade, and many other illegal operations. Trouble started for Angel, however, when he decided he'd like to make their relationship much more serious, and she turned him down. As punishment for her rejection, he made sure the police knew of her next heist, and she was arrested while he emptied her bank accounts.
Luckily, Angel managed to get a lawyer that convinced the judge in her case that she could be rehabilitated and her talents put to use as a hero in Paragon City. Her first stop would be the Starchasers, who took custody of her, as well as responsibility for her parole. While a member of that group, she met Tom Damon, and the two hit it off immediately, becoming fast friends, working together as often as they could.
Things didn't go smoothly for Angel, however, and became intricately complicated when she caught the eye of a villain who viewed the Starchasers as a threat. Agreeing to get close to him to learn more of his plans in order to help the Starchasers, Angel fell for the villain's charms and became caught in the middle of her obligations and emotions. In the end, she narrowly avoided being sent back to the Zig for parole violations and lost faith in the very heroes she'd looked to for how to be a better person.
Now, Angel is with the Guardians of Destiny - a group that tends to look the other way when she's a little less than heroic - and her parole is over. While being a hero has its appeal, she'll likely never fit the mold, though she'll always have a bent toward doing what she sees as the right thing.

Lara Damon

Character Name: Lara Damon
Server: Virtue
Origin: Natural
Archetype: Katana/WP Scrapper
SG: Starchasers
Alignment: Hero
Signature Song: Love-Hate-Sex-Pain by Godsmack
Personality: Easy-going, laid back
Backstory: Where to begin? Lara Damon is orginally from a world called Vahlis, specifically in the territory of Damon in the country of Vislandia, where her father was King. When she was 5 years old, her twin brother, Tom, disappeared, and as the months went by with no sign of him, her mother's health began to fade, leaving Lara and her father alone in the end. Growing up, she spent a great deal of time in the soldiers' baracks adjacent to the castle, learning how to fight, drink, and gamble, while her father was busy running the territory.
When she was 16, Lara was to marry one of the sons of the Emperor until she halted the wedding procession and fled the country, eventually finding her way off world.
In the years since, she's had countless adventures across several different worlds, including returning to her own to settle down and start a family. Still, that tendency to run from her obligations has never left her, and recently, she's followed her niece to this version of Earth to avoid having to deal with her brother's death and taking the throne in his place. A decree of divorce followed, and now, she has been establishing a life here with Malcolm Clarke, a Praetorian who once knew her dopple on that world.

Wintry Dross

Character Name: Wintry Dross
Real Name: Winter
Server: Virtue
Origin: Science
Archetype: Ice/Rad Controller
SG: Starchasers
Alignment: Hero
Partner/Spouse: Ion-Stream
Signature Song: We'll Be Together - Sting
Personality: A bit on the naive side, very bubbly and happy
Backstory: Winter was discovered in the aftermath of a raid on one of Dr. Aeon's labs by members of Longbow sent to oversee the collection of evidence. She was huddled behind some equipment during the fighting, unsure of exactly what to do. In the days that followed, Longbow agent Lucas Trujillo discovered that Winter was the result of a genetic experimentation project that Dr. Aeon eventually declared a failure. Of the two results of the experiment, Winter was the weaker, so he dubbed her Wintry Dross and set her with the task of keeping the lab clean and acting as lab assistant when he needed an extra pair of hands.
In spite of what he considered her weaker powers, the girl herself was a sponge, becoming incredibly knowledgable about a great deal of the scientific research being done in the lab she called home. Trujillo decided to adopt her and took her home where he and his wife had their hands full trying to teach Winter the social skills she would need to be equipped with to join the hero community. They found a young hero-in-training to pair her with in the field, and the two became fast friends.
Now, Winter has developed into a full-fledged hero, working alongside her partner and fiancee Ion-Stream.

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Character Spotlight: Sheridan Zila

Hero Name: Sheridan Zila
Server: Virtue
Level: 24
Archetype: Dark/SR Scrapper
SG: Starchasers
TFs Needed: Positron, Transcendence, Synapse
Personality/Backstory: Sheri is a mouthy "in your face" type who has come to this dimension in search of her blood sister, and now that she's found her, she is sticking around for kicks.
Signature Song: Bad Reputation by Halfcocked

Character Spotlight: Tara Hellshot

Hero Name: Courageous Estimable Tara Hellshot
Character Name: Tara D'lia
Server: Virtue
Level: 36
Archetype: Archery/Fire Blaster
SG: The Starchasers
TFs Needed: Hess, Citadel, 24 Respec, Transcendence, Katie Hannon, Manticore
Partner: Darius Stone
Personality: Outwardly calm, quiet. Too curious for her own good.

Character Spotlight: Iryanx

Villain Name: The Exiled Iryanx
Character Name: Bashemei Kepi
Server: Virtue
Level: 39
Archetype: Necromancy/Poison Mastermind
VG: The Order of the Bloody Rose
SFs Needed: Silver Mantis, Renault, Ice Mistral
Personality/Background: Poised, intelligent, and powerful, Bashemei Kepi is a tempestuous soul bound to the mortal realm by Annubis.

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Character Spotlight: Iryanx

Villain Name: The Exiled Iryanx
Character Name: Bashemei Kepi
Server: Virtue
Level: 38
Archetype: Necromancy/Poison Mastermind
VG: The Order of the Bloody Rose
SFs Needed: Silver Mantis, Renault, Ice Mistral
Personality/Background: Poised, intelligent, and powerful, Bashemei Kepi is a tempestuous soul bound to the mortal realm by Annubis.

Character Spotlight: Midnite Tempest

Hero Name: Midnite Tempest
Character Name: Raene Barsa
Server: Virtue
Level: 23
Archetype: Kinetics/Dark Defender
SG: The Starchasers
TFs Needed: Transcendence Trial, Positron, Synapse, Sister Psyche
Personality/Backstory: Raene is more easy-going and laid back then her old self, and she has settled into life in Paragon again after recovering from a mystical coma that was a result of a dangerous trance that she attempted a while ago.
Signature Song: "You Look Like Rain" by Morphine
Most recently: An old friend came back into her life - Shrouded Spectre (Riley) - as well as a few new people (one with a very familiar face) to make life interesting again. Maybe a little -too- interesting...

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Facesofderek: He's coming...