Smile(Los Noches, Top of the Dome)Reaver's eyes gazed upon the photo he held in his hand, sadness washing over his features. A cold, haunted look played over and over in his orbs, tears on the verge of erupting out. In the photo was a picture of Morihime and Reaver, one they had taken before the incident. As his mind wandered back to it, a pained look crossed him, before he stood, passing the figure of Layla as he went down into the palace.It had happened a few months before the fight between Nemesis' army and the combined forces of Za Bagadondo, the Gotei 13, and the Quincy. Reaver and Hime had been taking some days off, with her being almost nine months pregnant. They had enjoyed the life and love they had shared, smiling and feeling alive for the first time. It was as if their shells had been shattered by one another, letting each other be truly free and themselves.That was, until a car smashed into Morihime. The doctors couldn't save her, or the babies, and her spirit was long
Poem Night: Nemesis (Rage)Nemesis watched as Reaver walked back to his seat, watching him quietly. His eyes were calculating, and his lips were curved into a frown. As the man took his seat, the Strongest Arrancar stood, strolling over to the microphone with a smug grin. His orbs gazed upon the expectant crowd, and as he spotted Akane, his smile faded. He only gave her a look or reassurance and affection, before coughing and preparing himself. With that, he began to speak.I feel a beast within my heart,Burning brighter than a lightning spark.Hotter than the blazing sun,Tonight, the beast's reign has begun.Gnashing teeth, boiling blood,Tonight the crimson tide will flood,Every rational thought and pleato kill the monster within me.Kill, slaughter, maim, crush.My body will be swept away in a savage rush.But no matter how much damage the beast will wreak,It is my anger, and the one to blame will be me.
Mysticism(Ancient Sweden, 8th Century)There is a reason why magic was looked down upon so fiercely, and why people would avoid practitioners of magic like they had the proverbial plague. It's cause magic was a dangerous, unknown and unpredictable power. The thoughts and fears of those who didn't understand made magic out to be a demon art, and those who used it could kill you without even raising an axe. And that is irrational enough to cause those who use witchcraft and the mystic arts to be hunted down like dogs and killed. And this was the exact reason why Adele was sitting with a frown, watching through the window of her home as a group of tough Viking warriors cut through the underbrush of the deep woods around her.The woman, a small one, about 5'3" and with lovely light mocha skin, marked with various black ink tattoos all over her body. Adele liked to ink her skin when she was especially bored, it gave her something to do and pass the time, as well as make her look more
Recros SheetRace Name: The Recreated (Recros for short)Species Classification: Spirit, Mechanical ConstructAlignment: Any, generally considered NeutralOverview: The Recros are spirits, bound to the world through advanced technological shells. Technology had progressed enough in Khaos, as well as the understanding of how spirits are created, that scientists and the mechanically adept can create these mechanical shells, varying in size and appearance and powered by elements, such as fire, electricity, etc. These shells recreate and bind spirits of the deceased to them, allowing them to walk this plane of existence again. Due to the leaking of the information on how to create the Recros Shells, people from all over have designed and brought the spirits back, serving many jobs, from fodder to courier to soldier. Soon enough, there were enough of these spiritual/mechanical constructs that they were classified by the Kings as a new race, giving Recros f