Stranger- Open.

Place: Yuudeshi Clan Town Outskirts
Time: 0hour
Weather: Severe Thunderstorm


Now Lets Enter this thread.

With the Winds howling and thunder booming like an angry god overhead, the yuudeshi clan's quaint down in the middle of karakura forest was under some pretty intense weather anomalies, as rain beat down everywhere clattering from the rooftops like a snare drums consistent beating. It was the earliest hour in the morning, not a soul lingered outside their houses, at this ghost hour of the night bridging just into the fringes of the morning hours themselves , predawn and deathly quiet that was how things seemed to be going right now not a soul could be heard all though in this night of nights there did seemed to be something afoot, which was not normal in the slightest yet at the same time it seemed to be someone who had dropped off the face of the earth for a many years, hidden in the stasis of his own immortality, a stranger to the ways of the common day and age, had come to this town for one reason or another.

Some ways out in the woods, a phantom moved in flight, so fast in fact that the wind whipped up in a gale around him, leaves being blown off the tree's moving no more then a glimmering shadow, the cloaked figure moved fast in and out of the vegetation making him to the normal eye nothing more then a mirage, however he then turned as he had been going parallel to the village, this turn was fast in fact he all but vanished to re appear in the outskirts of the village, looking up at the raining sky, the hood hid his face well, though still he had the lingering odor of deaths own, a kind of miasma about him which seemed to be the incarnation or true stuff that death was in this world and the ones beyond it, a figure who had not much of an opposing figure but enough of one that he could draw attention to himself. Yet all of this mattered little to the figure in the robe, he just exhaled slowly his breath coming out in mist, cold against the heavy downpour of the rain.

Though the figure had been walking for some time, and feather light it seemed this figure was who moved under the canopy of one of the older towering tree's resting in the lofty shade it provided his eyes closed, tears ran across his cheeks tinged with the black cloth of death, a omen from a time that long had passed, he reeked of the battlefield, and had a aura about him, one that was ominous yet bittersweet and lonesome , not by choice but by the path he had chosen so long ago, a phantom of a smile whispered across the lips of the figure, who whispered those words which set him down the path of sin a long long time ago for the betterment of humanity yet the feeling of regret and isolation it had caused him lingered ever more, never fading from the forefront of his mind, his choice and the sacrifices it brought for him all of it clear in his head, as that day it came back in a flash from the past, as vivid as the rain drops that seemed to be moving in slow motion, he remembered.. and whispered those defining words.. that shaped him..

"Yes.. For their sake.. I don’t care if I’m a monster.. I don’t care if I die.. the one called god.. he mocks us.. so I will..in his stead protect what I must.. even if I’m hated”

Those words had forever changed his life that day, at that time in the solitude of his death bed, and gave him life once more, a new purpose to be the protector of humanity , to keep those tears which are shed in despair from being shed once more, he knew his purpose and knew he would be shunned.. not understood, but then again was a savior or protector in need of praise? Or did they do so even if in the shadows of the night covered in the mask of obscurity and lore? A protector protects even if they are shunned by those they protect , it is the lonely road but one that he followed.. it was the choice he made so long ago, and he still stuck with it, even to this day, to the day that seemed to be a eternity later. Millenia had passed..

"..These gadgets they have.. they sure are impressive.. "..

Page The robed figure murmurred slowly as lightning flashed down towards the village, which was where he acted quickly a sword materializing crackling from the very base of the tree itself, coming out like quicksilver his feet moving , as he felt the hum of evangeline and the power drop it usually brought with it, but he ascended to his second state evangeline stage two, and in a moment he kicked off, causing the ground under a half mile behind him to hollow out, the blade whispering forward as he shot to the tip of the lightning bolt inertia raw force and his blade, combined sliced into the raw lightning bolt, cutting it as a shock ran through his body the bolt, it was severed completely exploding into a electro pulse which was harmless to the village below, though now page shot a wire out wrapping around the trunk of the tree he had been resting under, using the whiplash he spun back like a pendulum landing , his skin smoking , and cloak billowing, he leaned back against the shade..

The path of a protector.. is to protect, even when one does not know it, they are watched over.. by them.. till their dying breath. As is the path page chose so long ago.