Highlander.

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Loosely based on all that has come before... And my character needs a teacher when he revives...

Gabriel Martin:

Lined up along the length of the field that would soon see a brutal war lay it to waste, Gabriel and nearly a hundred others waited for the command to fire uppon the approaching Brittish... His father had called it madness, and he knew right well that it was, but it was for what he believed in, heart and soul. This was a land of new opportunity and he would not surrender that to an oppressor that lived an ocean away...

The command to level their muskets was given just as the british line drew to a halt. "Fire" was shouted and nearly as many shots that were fired saw a british soldier fall, for what little good it had done, they still out numbered the Patriots more than thrice.

Cannon fire echoed through the air and a cannon ball bowled a bloody path through the line. Gabriel quickly saw to reloading his musket as the british leveled their firearms and fired. Men all around him fell as Gabriel clenched his jaw and hoisted his musket to fire off a second shot mere moments before the british charged into them.

Using his musket to block the downward swing of a saber weilded by a british troop Gabriel swung its butt to catch the man across the jaw sending him reiling from the blow. Another troop took his place though, kicking Gabriel in the stomach, doubling him over giving him a sharp, brutal shot to the neck with his own firearm, forcing Gabriel off his feet, to the ground. Flipping his fire arm about the british soldier empailed it into Gabriels exposed back, pinning him to the ground, leaving him to die...

The battle saw the death of each and every american, they were no match for the sheer number of british. So the british marched on, through the feild strewn with the dead...

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

It wasn’t hard to find him, I had been waiting and watching for him since the moment of his birth, and now at the moment of his rebirth, the time was right. He would have need of me now, and of others as well, for in this one we held great hope for the future.

Pulling the blade from his back, blood gushed froth from the gaping hole and his legs kicked out as the nerves that controlled then were severed. I always hated to find a new on in his state, but death had to be of their own design, and not something I could interfere with. Dark clouds of flies were already beginning to gather over the bodies of the slain, and his man had not been spared even their disgusting presence. Heavy clouds were gathering over head and within the hour this place would be a water logged pit off decay.

Picking him up, I heaved his lip, lifeless form over the saddle of my horse and carried him from the stench of the battlefield. This was no place for the likes of him.

[Edited by Moonlight_33 on 03-28-2001 at 09:01 PM]

 

[Cryo]

Miroku Kawamura set foot in the new world, america, gazing at the vista of a fallen battlefield. Sighing to himself, he said "Chotto... Atarashino Ja nakatta arimasen." (nothing new).
Bodies lay among the field, all dead or dying. Miroku (pronounced ME-LOH-Kû) had seen too many battles end this way over the past. But he had felt the presance of a new immortal, so he must find him. Miroku set off, putting the battlescene out of mind...

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

Suddenly gasping in a breath of air, Gabriel's eyes opened wide with shock. He lashed out, knocking himself out of Falcon's arms. He rolled away and to his feet with a small stumble. Looking around, his eyes desperate, the battle field was empty. "I must have been knocked out..." He reasoned to himself in his mind. "Knocked out and left for dead..." He stepped forward and dropped to his knees next to the body of one of his fellow patriots. His throat was slit... Gabriel reached out to touch his face, a noice of disgust mingled with sorrow caught in his throat. He looked up at Falcon slowly, his eyes glassy with held back tears. "Who are you?" He said weakly.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Falcon watched him sympathetically. The first transition was never the easiest, and the things he had to learn about the true nature of himself was not something he was going to accept easily. Few did. Her eyes glazed over a little in reflection as look at the pain on his face.

“I am Falcon.” She knew they needed to take their leave of the unholy place, she could feel the presence of another and that never bode well for one of their kind. She also understood his need to come to terms with what had happened, and grieve for his friends, as much for himself.

“You are Gabriel Martin, borne at three hours after midnight on the seventh day of the sixth month in the year 1755. The oldest son of James and Mary Martin. You died shortly after noon today.” Her look was deadly serious. “You, Gabriel Martin, are immortal.”

[Edited by Ravenloft on 03-28-2001 at 09:56 PM]

 

[Jerahmeel]

Father Gibson

I felt the presents of a new Immortal this could be good or bad . I would need to be ready if it was good. Have cloths and food ready.No reason to worry this is holy land they can't fight here.No one knew that i was an immortal. Because if they did i would have never got in the Watchers. But I hope they are young enough that they won't be able to sense me. I learned a way to hind from younger immortals and since i was the oldest that i knew of. They where all younger.Well enough thinking must prepare.

[Edited by Jerahmeel on 03-28-2001 at 09:56 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

Gabriel's lip twitched. "I didn't die... They left me for dead..." He locked eyes with Falcon. "How do you know my parent's names?" He was suddenly suspicious of her whilst memmories of the battle played through his mind. No one else was alive... Why would they have left him alive?

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

The flies and the the oncoming rain was beging to bother her. She had spent her fair share of time on the battle fiels, and had no great desire to spend another moment on this one. Besides, they would have company soon and she would rather not risk her own head untill this one was ready to stand alone.

"Come. We will leave this place of death and talk more where the air is breathable" Her face way unmoved, calm, as if the tangled mass of broken bodies that lay before her ment nothing. And as truth would have it, they ment less than that.

She turned and walked from the field, leaving him to follow, as she knew he would.

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

A deep sence of uneasiness over took Gabriel and he quickly followed after Falcon. He walked along side her, staring at her in silence. Rain began to fall as she led the way in her own silence.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

The biggest problem with new ones was getting them to accept who and what they were without too much drama. Falcon was hoping this would be the case with Gabriel. The walked for almost an hour in silence when she raised her hand, indicating for him to stop. In a small clearing was a warhorse that had obviously escaped the battle after losing its rider. It looked more like someone’s farm hack than a war-horse, but in these times of trouble; people used what ever they could obtain for their needs. She handed the reins of her own dapple gray to Gabriel and walked easily over to the still skittish animal, untangling the reins and leading it back.

“Can you ride?” His confusion and frustration at not being given the answers he was seeking was making him more than just a little agitated.

“I want answers.” He all but yelled at her, but her face remained calm, almost expressionless.

“And you shall have them in due course. Now, can you ride are can’t you?”

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

"My father's a farmer in these parts, I should rightly think so. I practically grew up in a saddle." Gabriel said with annoyance. "Where are you going anyway? I have to return to my commanding officer... There's a war going on you know? I don't have the luxury to follow you around forever."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

The side of her mouth turned up in a small smile, saying under her breath, “Not forever, but close my young one.”

Taking back her own horse and handing him the military mount, she stepped into the saddle. “Then I strongly suggest you climb upon that nag and ride before you catch at death of cold.” Her face broke into a full smile this time. She had a bland sense of humor at the best of times but this one was just for her own amusement. “And I don’t suggest you worry about your commanding officer, he won’t be needing you for a while.”

He gave her a curios look, “How so?”


“Because he’s quite dead. At least he was when I passed him in the field with his insides more on the outside than on the inside. This war you fight is noting more than a petty squabble compared to the fight you have coming.”

They came upon a barn still intact, the house burned to the ground, the bodies of the farmer and his wife hanging from the ropes that once supported a child’s swing. The child was no where to be seen and Falcon found herself hoping where ever he or she went, they were safe. She cared little for the adults of this world, but children were nothing more than the innocent victim of adult insanity. She drew her sword and rode close enough to the hanging couple to cut them both down with I single sweep of the blade, letting them fall into a disheveled heap on the ground. She would have buried them, but if she were to stop and bury ever body she found, she would carry a shovel, not a sword.

“We’ll shelter in that barn.” She rode to the open barn leaving him to wonder at her seemingly cold lack of emotion.

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

"A petty squabble..." Gabriel repeated her words to himself as he hoisted himself up onto his horse. He set it to movement with a sharp kick of his heels and rode up next to Falcon. "I'll have you know this war is a war for our freedom. And it is one that I don't intend to abandon." His voice was a spirited growl. He watched as she cut the farmer and his wife down from the tree and glared at her as she rode on, leaving them to just lay there. He reighned his horse to a stop. "We are not just going to leave them like this."

[Edited by Ravenloft on 03-29-2001 at 09:39 PM]

 

[bluntforcemama]

Adora

The fog to the east began to lift, the hills and moutains coated with a dew that wasn't quite natural, a film that might have been demonic in birth. She walked through the wet clouds rising, a long dark cloak flowing behind her, a gold-hilted celtic sword riding low in its sheath upon her hips. The hood of her cloak lifted and she looked at the farmer-looking people across the expanse of green meadow. Did they see her? She grinned to herself, her eyes becoming slits.... her lips shining in a red so deep that it could only be blood. Her eyes were glimmering pools of blue, her hair a rich mahogany. Her skin gleamed in its pale creaminess, and her soul was as black as the soil beneath her feet. She held her head high and pulled an arrow from behind her back, a bow slung over her shoulder...

 

[Cryo]

Miroku:

Miroku stood over the body of his latest victim. the newly added power coursed through his immortal veins. "I will be the last one" he said to himself, as he sets off to find another immortal to kill


[Edited by Ravenloft on 03-30-2001 at 05:57 PM]

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Falcon gave him a flat, expressionless look.

“If you wish to spend you time burying people who are well past the point of caring what happens to their empty carcasses, then go right ahead. I, for one, intend getting out of this weather. And as to your battle for freedom, you have appositely no idea what freedom really is. Soon you will learn that the fight for freedom, true freedom, has been a battle fought since the beginning of time and continues to be fought by those who have been chosen. I was chosen four hundred and twenty years ago, you were chosen before your birth, and I choose to keep you alive long enough to teach you to stay alive. Bury them if you wish, I intend to eat and rest in that barn yonder.”

She rode toward the barn, leaving him to make his choice. She understood his wanting to bury the couple; there was a time when she spent endless hours building funeral fires, giving honor to the bodies of the slain, the innocent and the guilty. But no more, the time when she cared what happened to the dead was past, it was the living that mattered, and unless disposing of a body contributes to the survival of the living, it was not worthy of her time. She opened the door on the barn and led her horse inside.

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

With a small huff as rain trickled down along his nose, Gabriel slipped off his horse and moved toward the crumpled bodies. In his mind and his heart it was just wrong to leave them here like this. He let Falcon saunter off to the barn as he set about lifting the woman's body up onto the back of his horse. He would at least see that they were not left laying in the muddy dirt. He guided the horse with the woman's body on its back into the barn where Falcon was already cutting off morsels of a piece of dried meat for her supper. Gabriel gave her a cold look as he walked the horse in, only to turn his eyes away as he hoisted the woman's body off the horses back and placed her with care onto a bundle of hay. He marched the horse back out without a word to do the same for the man. Once that was done, he came in and sat across from Falcon, trying not to look at her.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Adora

She pulled the bow string back, her agate arrowhead pointed at the head of the man, the one dressed in the blasphemous robes of religion. She let the arrow fly, watching as it hit her target, the wooden church door inches away from the pious watcher's ear. He was on Holy ground, probably his sanctuary, but since when did she follow the rules? She smiled and stood her ground, watching and waiting. It was always best to nail these passive watchers when they were fresh and vulnerable... confused, gorgeously innocent... but she sensed this priest was something different. He was waiting for something. He knew it, too.


[Edited by Myst on 03-30-2001 at 07:36 PM]

 

[Jerahmeel]

Father Gibson

I could tell that someone was coming. I could feel them. Plus who ever it was made enough noise i could hear them draw near. One arrow flew threw the air but it missed. I called out "Hello,who are you and why are you shooting at me". Come in and have something to eat. I promise I will not harm you. You can get something to eat and drink. If you want you can even stay the night if you have no where to go.

[Edited by Jerahmeel on 03-30-2001 at 10:50 PM]

 

[Cryo]

rhgrbgrhbhrgg

Up neer the canadian border, an imortal felt the presance of another. Looking around, she caught site of a japanese man, walking towared her with a slight smile. She gave him a greeting. Miroku Gave a traditional pre-battle salute that she didn't recognise, so she took it as a responce of greeting. When she saw him draw his katana, she grew a little fearful and hastily drew a spanish longsword.
"I will be the last" is all he said. She grew even more fearful.
"I warn you. I am a master at the spanish and arabian swordarts. I don't want to fight you!"
she never stood a chance...

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Falcon watched him bring the bodies of the farmers in out of the weather. There was a time she would have done that, would have cared, but that time was long since past. She chewed the dried meat and cheese she had with her, feeling how uncomfortable he was. It would never do to alienate him. If she was to train him the she needed his trust, and she would not gain that by letting him think her less than human.

When he began digging a pit in the earthen floor of the barn, she picked up a second shovel and helped. At least if the children came back they would find two graves, not two worm corpses. They dug in silence, lowering the bodies in one on top of the other, and filling the pit. With that done, she leaned back against a post and took a better look at him without his shirt. He was well built, and fit enough, agile and clever, perhaps training him would not be so tedious as some of the ones she had dealt with in the past. Still, time would tell.

Moving further to the back of the barn, she set to making a small fire and warming herself, taking off her boots and hanging her socks to dry. Without looking to Gabriel she spoke softly.

“Come sit with me, we must talk.”

 

[Mistress]

Olivia

http://voxs.homestead.com/files/CF187L.jpg
She looks some what like this woman.


BIO: Human
Name: Olivia Charleston
Age: Nineteen years old.
Weight: Skinny-Average
Height: 5’4
Hair: Raven black
Eyes: Deep Brown-Black

Only daughter of hung farmers, two brothers who are away fighting in war. Not strong, quick tempered yet totally depended on others, can cook, can sew, can sing, and knows a bit about making herbal remedies.


She watched them through the cracks of the stall; she had not made herself known at first. Though she was not strong she did have her brother’s knife readied in her hand, only she was frozen to one spot. She could not bring herself to move, attacking them, and now she was glad she hadn’t. It surprised her when the two strangers buried her parents, which was something she had not foreseen. Apparently, they were not those who murdered her family, yet they could not be trusted either. She scooted near to the edge of the loft floor and peeked down at them. They were deep in conversation, the woman looked as if she was calm and firm, the young man though, looked as if his soul was being tortured.

Her ears strained to hear what was being said, but she was too far in the back of the barn. Shaking she slowly stood, her ashen face staring at the freshly covered graves. Hay tangled along with dirt in her long straight locks of hair; she timidly raised her hand to her face. Her fingertips lightly touching a purple bruise on her cheek, from where the soldier had struck her before her father had managed to kill him. It was then she was able to run, to hide in the barn’s loft. Her bare feet padded down the wooden ladder silently, and she turned to stare at the two strangers.

Olivia sighed in deeply, stifling the sob that was forcing its way through her throat, her eyes lifted and locked on the man’s intense eyes. A tear ran a path down her face as she looked at him sadly then, the world tilted and everything went black….

 

[Cryo]

Miroku Kawamura

Miroku's travel took him southward, through war-torn america, to mexico, unabaited by armies of either union or confederate making. A man with a gun was no issue for miroku anymore. Just a method of passing time, killing'em.
eep within mexico, away from the war-ravaged newlands, he enountered another immortal. Smiling to himself, he had hoped that this one would be a challange, but overal was glad to further his power and goal. Looking around, he spotted a scot that was looking at him as well. "Konichiwa. Bokuno namaewa miroku kawamura desu (good day, my name is miroku kawamura)".
the scot, sticking out among the locals, stepped over. "Hello. I am Colin McCloud. What brings a man of your origin to a place like this?"
"my travels take me around." than miroku made a move that suprised Colin. he drew his weapon. guving a disconcerting smile, miroku said "I will be the last"
Colin's weapon, a katana that outdated miroku's was out in the blink of an eye. "why must we fight?" he asked. without a responce, miroku attacked.
the fight lasted a long time, neither conceding an inch, their skill matched. eventually though, Colin won through and killed the japanese man. He didn't behead him, just killed him.


When miroku came to, they were away from civilization, alone. Colin ad carried miroku's prone body to an icolated spot. "Why didn't you kill me?" Miroku asked.
"I for one am not going to let people know of our immortality. and you need to learn of your own mortality" Leaving him to the wild, Colin walked off. Broken, Miroku merely sat there, contemplating. instead of turning around though, he reaffirmed his vow to be the last. for centuries to come, he would dissapear, homing his skill, never losing the determination to be the best, the last.

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

The woman, Falcon had started telling him again that he was immortal. Gabriel stared at her as she went on an on about this blasphemous charade. He said very little, not accepting what she told him, not wanting to believe it. He wanted only a normal life, he had never asked to be a part of this "Game" as she called it. The young woman that had hidden in the loft made a noice and Gabriel locked eyes with her, her raven hair, stark contrast to her pale face. She began to fall forward and Gabriel leaped to his feet to catch her. She slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder. He turned her about in his arms and laid her softly onto a pile of hay. Looking up at Falcon his eyes a mix of sharp distrust, and urgent need. He was so confused, he knew something had happened that was not natural out there today but what she had proposed, he could not accept as truth, could never...

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

At sight of the girl Falcon ran her fingers through her own red locks in frustration. A damsel in distress was the last thing she needed right now, and certainly now something she had time for. Still, the look in Gabriel’s eyes told her that she would be fighting a losing battle if she so much as suggested what she was thinking.

Bending to look at the girl, she felt for a pulse. It was there, but weak. She opened her mouth and looked at the color of the girls tongue and gums. Just as she suspected. The farmer and his wife looked to have been dead for perhaps three days, and the girl had probably been hiding in the loft all that time with no food or water. Opening her saddlebag, she produced a small pouch, which she opened to reveal several tiny bottles.

Gabriel watched her, never taking his eyes away from what she was doing, and never trusting her or her motives. She selected two of the bottle, returning to the girl and putting one drop of the liquid from each under the girl’s tongue. She didn’t have to look at Gabriel to know what he was thinking.

“She malnourished and dehydrated. These elixirs will help her body recover faster. Now let her rest, we have more to discuss.” When Gabriel refused to move from the girl’s side Falcon’s eye’s flared up with anger and frustration, the most emotion she had shown since finding him.

“So you don’t believe me huh? Well fine. If you want proof, I shall give you proof, and than I shall leave you to make your choices.” Drawing her stiletto from her belt, she placed the tip of it beneath her breast and over her heart. She had done this before, and knew the pain she was about to induce upon herself, but time was short and she saw little choice other than to show him the cold hard reality of what she was. What he was.

Placing the palm of her hand flat against the handle of the stiletto, she pushed hard, gritting her teeth as the blade bit through her flesh and into her beating heart.