WerXand-XV

Nero wiped his eyes and slowed his pace, "I'm just a failure," he said to Amriel, "this pain in my mind...is only reminding me of it..."

Nero continued up the mountain, his buried memories continuing to assault him. He screamed as his mind was being torn apart. He ran faster, trying to drown out his mental strain with physical strain. Tears fell from his face, he was in the rain yet again, he looked up at the sky, the raindrops pattering on his face. He was kind of glad, the rain mixed with his tears, hiding them, making it seem like he wasn't crying.

Nero picked himself up, "I'm fine" he said fiercely, "I don't want to talk about this. Lets just hurry up with this so these damned memories will go away,". Nero forcefully tried to forget another memory, but to no avail. He was remembering his promise, his promise to Agatha, and how he had failed so horribly.

Nero ignored his pain to say what was on his mind, "Are we sure it's a good idea to send him or alone? Shouldn't someone go with him?" He was only able to say this before his memories began to torment his mind yet again. He dropped to one knee, he was ready to pass out from the pain and he almost did, he muttered a single word before he composed himself, "...agatha...". The name haunted him, he would never forget this name...never forget her.

"I-I...I'm fine..." Nero said, clearly lying. He stumbled again, nearly crashing into a tree.

Nero remained silent. It seemed the closer they got, the more the pain in his mind intensified, and the more memories began to rise to the surface. No matter how hard he tried, the pain was too much, too similar, all it did was remind him of his failure. His hand went to his head. Nero stumbled but quickly caught himself.

Nobody, just look at my user name, I'm already in Org. XIII

Nero once again felt the immense power affect him. It caused such a strain on him mentally, he almost dropped to his knees, but he pushed forward. He knew this feeling, when he was younger, the pain now was so similar, he was remembering the things he has tried so hard to keep hidden. He was no more than 7 when it happened. His home town was visited by a strange traveler who, at the time, no one would suspect anything of him, at least nothing as horrendous as what was to come. His entire home, slaughtered...the stranger's scythe a symbol of it all... Nero shook his head, forcing the memories back into the deepest parts of his mind. His grip on his scythe tightened, even if he doesn't want to remember that horrible day, there was no way he would forget it. He keep going, continuing with the rest of the group, a single tear in his eye from what he did remember.

As the party moves though the forest, Nero realizes that he haven't even introduced himself. He hardly ever has to, being so distant meant that introductions were hardly necessary, "By the way, my names Nero," he tells them. He feels uneasy about his introduction, Nero was so closed of from other people that having them know his name was too close. "I don't exactly know who it is I'm looking for, but my guess is that you're all looking for the same person, I suck at sensing others power, so there's no way you didn't notice that huge spike in power." Nero states, trying to explain his situation, "that's where we're heading, right?"

Nero rushed at break neck speeds, the pain in his head intensifying as he grew closer to the source of its cause. Up ahead he saw a group of people, one of then notable had wings and another looked like the person he was searching for earlier, but he didn't have time to care nor did he in the first place. He bluntly ran through the group of people and continued on his way. It wa s obvious that they are looking for the same thing, the only difference might be that they knew where they were going. Nero skids to a halt, "I need help looking for someone," he calls out the to them, " Will you please help me?"

(Its hurting Nero cuz he doesn't know how to sense energy or power that well, so it'll hurt him i guess)

Nero walked in the forest alone, the thought of the man with red eyes offering him to travel along with him was stuck in his mind. He didn't like to keep close ties, so he stayed distant from everyone he meets,. Nero felt like he should of taken him up on his offer, "Maybe I'll run into them again someone," he says to himself, but shakes his head at the thought, only being reminded of his past. He holds up his left wrist, examining the X-shaped scar on it, he signs and moves on. Something makes him shutter, he had never been good a sensing the powers and energy of those around him, but this was something he couldn't ignore, his head hurt, he has never experienced anything this powerful before, as such it was having adverse effects on the young traveler. Nero held his head in pain, he rushed forward into the forest, believing he can find the source of his pain, this power.

(Sorry!!!! I didn't mean to make you mad, it won't happen again I promise!)

Nero meets the other guys gaze, it's impossible to two how old he is, those red eyes are hard to look at. Nero turns the other direction, "Thanks for the offer, I'm really grateful to you for helping me, but I just wanna keep to myself, that's just how I like it," and so the man continues on his way and Nero his.

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The guard fearfully ran away, silent as to not draw attention and anger for rescuer. Nero looked to the two people in front of him, a guy with very noticeable red eyes and a girl a couple years older than him. Nero relaxes now that the guards is gone, assuming that these two are friendly, he casually walks up to them, resting his scythe across his shoulders, "I appreciate the help, I guess I'll just be on my way," he says as he walks out of the alley. Footsteps behind him catch his attention, it's the girl, "Wait," she says to him, "we don't even know your name," Nero hesitates for a minute, they just got him out of a real bind, he should of been more grateful he thinks to himself. So, reluctantly, he says to her, "My name...my name is Nero," Nero has always kept to himself, so he's hardly ever introduced himself to anyone, so to him, it felt awkward having to do so.

It like...just not fair...not fair at all(theres no way you can like this and not be a total perv)

This will be even more hilarious considering I don't even use facebook. While I'm at it I might as well do it here too

Nero searched high and low for the man with that red Demon Sword, but couldn't find any clue to where he'd of gone, the same with the first two people who were fighting when that he and that girl first jumped in. He was about to turn the corner when he saw some guards, clearly identified by their uniforms. He had learned to be wary around authority figures when he gets involved in public fights. He couldn't hear everything they were saying, but could pick out certain words, all he heard was,"Disturbance...four of them...young boy... scythe..." It was 'young boy' and 'scythe' that has him worried.. he lowered his fedora over his face, he wanted to get out of here with as little attention as possible. The main problem was his scythe, there was no way he'd be able to hide it. So as he turns another corner, his heart skips a beat when he heard a voice address him, "You there with the scythe!"

Nero's scythe clashed with the girls claws. Hit after hit sent dark speaks flying from the two weapons. The man with the Demon Sword was getting away, so Nero decided to wrap things up quickly. He clenches his fist which starts to glow. The charge up for this ability takes a bit of time, and when it was finally ready to be thrown, in the last possible second, Nero's hand shot out a net of flames, catching the girl and tossing her back. With that Nero continued to pursue the Demon Sword, leaving the girl with nothing more than a nod saying, "See ya"

(@Azure-sry i guess i didn't pay close enough attention to what's going on, I'll try not to screw up the story anymore) Nero was stunned, out of no where the guy with the short red blade the he claimed was a Demon Sword was pulled into an alley by a girl with long blue hair. He rested his scythe on his shoulder as he begins to pursue them, but the girl with metal claws might be a problem, so you decide to deal with it now

Nero had found his way to a village in the middle if the woods. A festival was taking place when he got there, men, women, and kids were all enjoying the festivities in the village square. Once in the crowd he saw two men begin to fight, he heard cries and cheers, the two were fighting for sport, as part of the festival. He felt an essence being exuded from the swords which the two men used. It could only mean one thing:Demon Swords. He had a great interest in the Demon Swords, not for himself but for a battle with one, everywhere he went he asked about the swords, only getting comments on his insanity and foolishness for trying to battle one. If these two men held Demon Swords then this was his chance. He was about to join the battle when something caught all three of their attentions. A girl, only a year older than him by the looks of it. She had rushed in and says something, but the cheers from the crowd drowned it out. She lunged into the air, brandishing steel claws wrapped in black electricity. Nero rushed in as well, intercepting the girl, his scythe at the ready. He caught her with the bar of scythe's handle, and turned to fling her away using the scythe as a lever. Nero wanted to be the one to fight the Demon Sword first, so if fighting this girl is what it takes then so be it

In the outskirts of a small town, Nero, a young traveler, is standing with his scythe in his right hand and a couple of cheap ceramic discs in his left. Resting his scythe between the crook of his arm and on his shoulder, he adjusts his fedora before letting out a sigh of concentration. He tosses the discs high into the air, he readies his scythe, a rather ornate weapons, the blade curving at a wicked angle, a large, life-like spider ornament on the opposite side of the blade, it appears to be hanging off the heel of the scythe. The discs are about level with Nero, who with eyes closed slash and hack in wide horizontal strokes, each one perfectly splitting the discs perfectly down the middle. With one last sigh Nero relaxes, "...still sharp as ever..." he says, commenting on his s scythe and his skill. He makes his way back to town. He needs to collect a bounty, while not a bounty hunter by profession, he collects and odd bounty every now and again for a nice sum of money. He's tired from his training, the discs are only part of his training session, so he heads back to the inn he checked into earlier that day. The next morning, he asks various townspeople where he can find any sort of bounty offerings or wanted posters. In the market, one of the many vendors, who doesn't know of any place in town, points to a any girl standing behind you at another stand, she looks over and gives him a small wave hello, a shy smile spreads across her face. "It appears she has an interest you, even if she didn't know anything useful, she'll at least be find company," the vendor says. He look back to the girl again, her small smile visible under her light brown hair, but his expression is still the same uninterested scowl. He adjusts his fedora to cover his eyes, making his way out of town. He doesn't want any one to get close to him, not if he couldn't protect them. That was just the way he saw things, he somberly leaves town with a reminder of his biggest failure.

Oh shoot...sry

Just saw this, thnx for accepting me, this is my first RP so bear with me please. When is this supposed to start