Zatch, the Unknown

[Loveless]

Deep in the valleys of the world, there is a place like paradise, dragons that roam the skies, with butterflies that flutter to flower to flower, where the blossoms bloom, where the sun shines bright and never fades away. This place is called Zatch, the Unknown. They say Zatch is just a fairytale, and it's just an image in every kid's head. There is no dragons, there is no place that the sun's shine never fades away. That's what everyone says. But I, I believe.

My name is Lawrence, and I am on a journey looking for that place. You may join me if you like, or you may be my foe. But you will not stop me.

This journey will not be easy. I will have to face dangers, I will have to attack the ones in my way. But, as long as I believe in Zatch, you can not stop me.

RULES:
No, godmoding! Follow the rules of RPG Chat. No special powers and the like. At least two pharagraphs a post! Use correct spelling and grammer!

Character sheet.
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My charater sheet:
Name: Lawrence
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Serious, quit, doesn't give in, can be meen at times, but nice once you get to know him
Apperance: has long black hair and green eyes with pale skin, he wheres a long red caot with black pants, he has black gloves and black boots.
Weapons: buster sword and two hand guns.

[lordalexander]

I'm Daniel and I believe that Zatch is real, I mean its gotta be who would make up something like that, the kids at the orphanage say im stupid but ill prove them wrong I know I will, I have to. I would look for Zatch but I need a comrade, someone who will take the first steps then let me follow the path and I just want to do something productive in my life.











Character sheet.
Name: Daniel
Age: 13
Gender: male
Personality: hyper, always loud, there when you need him, when friends are in danger always there for them.
History: Nobody knows not even him all he knows is that it's not pretty.
Apperance: emo style
Weapons: shotgun

[cocacola]

My name's Laura and I'm looking for a place called Zatch. I know it's real, I have no evidence but I just know it. And no one can stop me from believing. I will search for it. Even if it means the end.

Name: Laura
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: firm, determined, confident, once she makes a decision she never looks back.
Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/d...Girl.jpg?o=120
Weapons: daggers, and a small gun

[I3adKarma87]

Name: Engel (He doesn't know his last name nor where we came from)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Personality: He used to be very outgoing and upbeat. However after watching his family be brutally murdered right in front of his eyes as he was forced to watch somewhat changed the course of his personality. He does have this odd...disease if you want to call it that. He carries around an odd medication in an inhaler, controlling his temper. When pushed beyond his limits, he moves into a merciless rage that not even himself can control. When he snaps out, he can remember nothing from that point.
History: How can one put a history if one doesn't know his own past.
Weapons: Two automatic pistols along with a small axe strapped to his back beneathe his coat.
Appearance: He has long white hair that comes down right before his shoulders. He mostly keeps it in a ponytail when his face is not concealed in his hood. He has emerald green eyes and glistening teeth. His facial structure can be considered by most females as very attractive however he thinks differently. He's 6"2 and weighs about 190 pounds.


A dark and ominous wind hit Engel like a brick as he stepped from the abandoned building he had been crashing in the past few nights. His face still glazed with a light coat of sweat after continously pushing his body past it's physical limit. He was in tip top shape, of course he has nothing else but to keep his body in top physical condition. He began to walk gently out the door. The sound of his heavy boots was washed out by the smoothe wind that caressed his face. His white hair began to blow back but was soon halted as he raised his hood over the top of his head. He pulled on his coat and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk briskly into the street.
He had no where to go, no one to see, and nothing to do. He was a damaged wandering soul. He kept his head down the entire time as he watched his breathe stream out of his mouth from the cold weather. It was dark out, and he could barely see with the untrained eye. The street lights were so dim, they provided a slight coat of light upon the street, just enough to see the road in front of his feet. The alley ways were completely pitch black, along with the buildings to his east and west. As he past multiple alleys, he could hear a faint sound to his right. He couldn't make it out, so he kept on his way however it got louder and louder as he continued down the road. It sounded like people chattering, yet he couldnt make out what they were saying.
He suddenly stopped and listened without looking in the direction of the sound. It was definately people talking. As the chattering became louder, he turned his eyes to the right looking in his perifial vision. He slowly began to make out three figures appear from the darkness, each just as suspicious as the next. It only took Engel a few moments to spot weapons in each of their hands. All of them were carrying blades, and began to nonchalantly circle around him.
He knew what was going on. Engel only stood there, still as a statue. It was then when one of them spoke aloud.

"You shouldn't be roaming these streets late at night...something bad can happen to you...of course...thats too late now. Your fault that were about to take your money. You should of thought about that before you decided come out at such an hour."

Engel still kept his mouth shut and his body completely still. He gently shook his head at the thieve's comment but still made no reply. The three men began to close in on him once they were into position. Still however, Engel remained still. Only a few seconds later, one of them went to strike with haste. His blade moved towards Engel's side with much force behind the strike. Just as the tip of the blade was about to pierce Engel's coat, he stepped backwards, missing the blade by mere inches. Engel grabbed the man's wrist and fiercly twisted it to the left until the bone exploded from the man's forearm. He screamed loudly as he dropped his knees.

Engel wasted no time however putting this man out of his misery. A knee came straight up towards the man's nose, and when it struck it sent his entire nasal bone marrow straight up into his brain. A splash of blood flew into the air as his head shot back and his body hit the ground like a rag doll. As the man's body hit the ground, his companion behind Engel decided to swallow his fear and strike Engel from behind. Engel is very quick, however he couldnt sense the attack from behind. The handle of the man's knife slammed into the back of Engel's head sending him face first onto the ground. The thief hesitated, wide eyed at the fact that he landed a clean blow.

Engel remained face first on the ground. He pushed off with his hands slowly, removing the pieces of gravel from his face. His blood pressure began to pump like a raging river. His skin began to heat up, and his eyes began to take a red tint. With any control Engel still had, he hastily grabbed all of his pockets trying desperately to reach for his inhaler, however the process was to quick. He had already lost control and he began to black out. Without any remorse, he rushed at the thief wrapping his hand around his throat. Engel's eyes opened up with a hatred any man would tremble upon.

Visciously, he ripped the front of the man's throat out sending him to the floor gasping for air as blood flowed from the man's neck. Engel however wasted no time on the third thief who was surprisingly still standing there, weapon in hand after watching two of his partners get brutally killed right in front of him. Engel walked towards the thief with the intent of murdering him right where he stood. The thief began to back up, but only just enough to get his distance where he thrusted forward towards engel's chest. With a quick side step, the blade barely missed him, merely slicing his abdomen with a minor cut. Grabbing his arm with both hands, Engel shoved his arm behind his shoulder, breaking it almost completely off of his body. Engel shoved a knee into his gut with such force, the man bent over and puked blood. Engel still with a fierce look in his eye grabbed the man by his hair and reached for his axe. As he slid it from it's sheathe upon his back, he spun it and ruthlessly sunk it into the side of the man's neck nearly decapitating him.

As Engel began to breathe heavily, all vision began to become hazy. He slowly dropped to his knees and without any control he fell into a slumber right where he had fallen..

[Loveless]

It was midnight. Lawrence was walking throui a dim town. It was filled mostly with allyways. Lawrence put a hand on his Buster Sword in case anyone tried to attack. As he then could smell the stintch of blood. He looked through the dim light, he could barely see through the darkness. But he could see the shapes of four bodies laying helplessly still. Lawrence walked closer to the bodies. He studied them closely, he saw as there one that was still breathing but barely, as his head bled a pool of blood.

Lawrence took a cloth from his pocket and wrapped it around the guy's head. Lawrence then spotted a tube stinking a little out of the guy's pocket. He grabbed it, it was an inhaler. Lawrence looked at the guy. He wondered... He picked up the guy's head, his white hair was now drenched in red blood. Lawrence stuck the inhaler in the guy's mouth. He pushed down on the top of it with his thumb, as air went into the guy's body.

He pumped it once more, as more air entered the almost dead body. Lawrence hoped that would work as he stood up. He put the inhaler back into the man's coat pocket. Lawrence tried to look down the road, but it was still to dark. As he turned away and walked off down the empty road.

[lordalexander]

Daniel had had enough he decided to go by himself, if he should run into anyone with the same objective that would be wonderful be he doesn't need them, he doesn't need anyone.

he was walking down a dark alley he saw somebody, at first he what the man was doing but he soon realised that the man was saving someones life.as the nameless man took of Daniel tried to catch him but he was to fast "dammit i should have payed attention in p.e." now before finding zatch daniel must find the mystery man in hope he believes in zatch as well

[Heartshot]

Name: Emery Faye
Age: Appears around 18-20
Gender: Female
Personality: Emery is somewhat childike in her behaviors. She gets excited easily, loves to wander off and have adventure, but is quick to scare and easy to worry. Caring, comapassionate, curious, and naive
Appearance: Emery
Weapons: Emery has no weapons

"You better hurry up!"

"I'll catch you!"

Like the sound of children, giddy laughter could be hear faintly. There was a hum in the wind as two beings played in a lush forest of tall oak. These two were Emery Faye and Bazzle Burdok, two young fairies in the realm of Zatch. Emery was young, even for a fairy. But she was the very definition of beauty. Perfection would stop and bow to it's match when it saw the dazzling young creature. Her bright blue eyes, her fiery hair and fair skin all seemed to woo any man. The only problem was that she was but 6 inches tall.

Emery was a very sheltered young lady. Having no knowledge of where she came from, she was simply taken in by the powerful wizard Arahol. She was found by her friend Bazzle, who brought her to Arahol. Now Bazzle was actually raised by Arahol as well, ever since Arahol had captured Bazzle's parents one day for always taking the fruit from Arahol's trees. Bazzle's parents have since moved on, befriending the wizard and entrusting their son to his watch. Bazzle had shaggy dark hair with brown eyes. He was Emery's very best friend.

As the two continued to play together in the woods, Emery suddenly stopped. Her little wings, like that of a butterflies, came to a steady beat before they stopped flapping as she landed on a branch. Suddenly Bazzle zoomed in towards her. Emery looked up, seeming not to notice him.

"Oh no, it's gotten late.

. . .

Wait!""

It was too late. Bazzle dove into her and the two tumbled along the branch, where Bazzle pinned her down with a victorious smile.

"I finally got you!"

"Well now you can finally get off me! It's so late, I hope dad doesnt get mad. Come on, we better hurry."

So the two whisked away, their wings batting quickly as the darted back to the wizard Arahol's cabin. Moments later, they landed at his porch. Arahol had been waiting for them as he smoked from his pipe. His stern stare was only easy to look at with the pattern of relief it had show to the surface. Emery landed and looked down, ashamed. Bazzle followed Emery's lead. Arahol shook his head slightly.

"Bazzle...We need to speak. Emery, wait out here my dear."

Bazzle went inside with a curious expression. He glanced back at Emery as he walked inside of the wizards house. Emery sighed, wondering what could make their father act so strange. She sat on the stairs, he small legs dangling just barely over the edge of the steps that were far more massive than her. It seemed like she was out there for an hour. Finally, the front door had opened. Emery flew up quickly, turning to see Arahol. With a calm and gentle voice, the old man spoke.

"My dear, I am sorry I must do this. The time has come that I need something from you, as a favor to me for my service of raising you since you were born. I wish I had time to explain, but I dont, my sweet Emery. Remember your way home, child."

The old man began to mutter something as he pulled out his wand. Emery grew scared quickly.

"What are you saying? I don't wanna go. Was it because we were late? Why are you doing this? Tell me! Where's Bazzle!? Bazzle!!!"

Came the loud shouts from a tiny creature. Before she knew it, she was slung into a vortex of nausiatingly complex spirals and hues.

* * *

Emery tossed and turned a bit. She jerked awake, but it was so bright she had to wait. She brought her hands to them, rubbing them. Something was strange. She felt heavy. She tried to put together what had hapened. She heard a voice. She could hear other sounds as well, then more voices. She opened here eyes once more, this time able to see. She saw a strange object coming towards her at a dangerously fast pace.

"...I said get out the ****ing road!!!!

Emery felt someone tackle her. Kind of like how Bazzle and her used to play...Only different. This one didnt feel good. It felt horrible. It stung her whole body. It was a person that looked a lot like her. But where were his wings? Emery looked around, she went into panic. She backed away from the crowd that formed away from her and began to flap her wings as she jumped over the ledge of the bridge they were on. Only there was one problem. She didnt have her wings. She suddenly became aware of her larger size as she become to plummet downard towards the water below. She screamed the whole way down, noticing she was much louder now as well. A painful splash into the deep water threw into immediate shock as she suddenly wondered how to swim.

[The Dark Priest]

Character sheet.
Name: Nikolae Carpathia
Age: Thirty-six
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm, cruel, and quite chilling to speak with. A man bent on power, willing to destroy anything that gets in his way to become the most powerful being in this world.
History: Born into a long line of warriors, this man was different from most at an early age. He learned quickly the art of swordsmanship, and seemed to be a dead on shot with a rifle. At age fourteen, he killed everyone who opposed him, any who would be a threat to his goals. Now, years later he has found Zatch. A Kingdom if you will. His Kingdom. A small army of one hundred completely devoted to him have followed him to this promised land. There, they will try to stop any from entering this place of beauty.
Apperance: Six foot four inches. Two hundred forty-four pounds. Wears armor it seems, old fashioned plate armor. However the armor isn't metal, at least all metal. Teflon (The material in bullet proof vests) is lined on the inside to prevent most rounds from penetrating. Blue eyes, and raven colored hair that falls to the center of his back. Usually coverers the armor he wears with a cloak made from animal skins.

Weapons: Great sword with a chain that seems to bolt into the left gauntlet on his arm. The chain is bolted at the end of the handle and usually wraps around his left arm. A recurve bow that would look much like what the Hun's used when they invaded Rome.

~IC~


It would be dark elsewhere, that much he knew as those eyes scanned the horizon of sunfilled fields and an undying day. The sun here seemed to stay ever in the noon position in the sky. Zatch.. Ah this wonderful promised land for all. Well, all that he saw fit perhaps.

The wind blew at him as he watched this place from afar, making the cloak and hair of his seem to dance around him. His left hand rested on the hilt of his sword that was on his left hip. A giant blade really, meant for large men to wield. He fit that bill. He seemed standing there the Darkness of Zatch.

"My king." Came a voice from behind him, one low and submissive it would seem.

"Yes Aldon?" He asked, turning to face the man kneeling before him.

"There have been reports of a small party headed in this direction. A bunch of kids really. One wounded. Also, that wizard has been acting quite strange as of late. Forgive the rudeness in which I speak my lord, but I think he conspires against you." The man finished.

He nodded in thought at the man's words. "Gather supplies for five. Aldon, you will go with us. Gather three well trained men and we shall be off. Children or not. If they are heading this way, they could ruin the plans we have for this place." He finished walking away, mounting a horse that was tethered to a tree. It had been years since he had found enough gas to drive anything, Horseback was perhaps the fastest way to travel.

With a bow the other departed, no doubt to carry out the orders given. About an hour later, this party of horsemen left the beautiful world of Zatch. They headed to cut off those who came in search of his world. Ah his world indeed. He was after all a God to his men. Why couldn't it be his world?

They would ride non-stop for hours indeed. Days would pass and nights as well. Finally a scout would come back to announce the party of children that they feared searched for Zatch......

[xboxking25]

Character sheet.
Name: Sam
Age: 18
Gender: M
Personality: He is a pretty calm and nice guy but has a short temper
History: his mother and farther die when he was 10
Appearance:http://images.epilogue.net/users/toddm/swordsman.jpghis hair is blue his gloves are blood red because his short temper gets him in a lot of fight and he wins his pants are green
Weapons:

Sam is walk thought town look for things the might or might not exist like dragons and other magic monster and the strange town of Zatch. Sam is from a city that to survive you need to fight day after day. He found his swords which he keeps near and dear to his heart his mother give him the one right before she die.
He found the other one after a building burn to the ground so he took it before anybody else found it

[*rainbowraver*]

'And for that brief moment, the man feared his life, but remember, child, only for that moment. The dragon meant no harm, only to test the young one. For in Zatch one is not rewarded for strength of arms, but of mind. This man had braved the seas, the hunchedback witches, and the eternal night to restore Zatch. Now the all powerful dragon whose scales were the color of gold and blood looked to him. Would he pass, would he recieve his princess and his kingdom? The young man bowed as the dragon-'
"BYRD?!!?"
In that moment she found herself back; facing the west, facing the old weathered cottage, facing the heavy set woman lunging herself forward. Tonight there would be extra chores, perhaps polish the already polished apples, sweep the already swept cinder, but it was worth it. To relive her grandfather's story of Zatch. How she wished for five more minutes alone with that story so maybe she could finish it; for once.
"BYRD!"
Lazily, the girl named Byrd picked up her grandfather's time worn paintings of Zatch as the slightly bent middle aged woman neared her. She looked away from what faced her for a brief moment, trying to recapture the dragon and the handsome young man.
"BYRD! "
How her voice sounded like a pigeon, an ugly, fat pigeon. Byrd had wondered how it had ever ended up in the family.
"Yes Prudence?"
"OHHHH now you choose to behave like a young lady of stature and class, well you won't do me in tonight, no no, I must consider my options with you. The sun is about to set and here you are, you are a sneaky no good thing. Why I wish I would have given you a good few lashings when you were younger then-"
"I would have some manners I suppose."
Byrd remembered when Prudence; her governess and her fathers mistress, had arrived. Byrd was still a scrawney, awkward child with too big of eyes and feet. At thirteen she felt like a gangly flamingo and at thirteen Prudence rubbed it in her face that she was ugly.
"Oh you ugly ugly child get in the house or else you will be clipping all the roses in the garden."
So that was her punishment, clip the already clipped roses. A smile tickled the corners of her mouth as she clutched the paintings to her chest looking behind her. Zatch was real to her, as real as the ground she dug her heels into, or the rolls protruding from Prudence's back.
"BYRD, HURRY! DARK WILL COME ANY MOMENT."
Darkness would come, it was true, and Byrd would sit beside the hearth and pretend she was the Sun's lover. From the distance Prudence whipped her head around to catch Byrd standing somberly. In that moment she realized Byrd was no longer that ugly child hanging upside down from boughs. There she was: twenty with fair skin and fair amount of curves. Prudence's stomach churned as the silhouette of a woman approached her.
Her eyes veiled by thick lashes, were a robin blue and her hair the shades of the tree it built its home in. A friendly enough face, perhaps her jaw was too stubborn and her lips too plush, but other than that a pretty face. It was almost a shame she wouldn't come back.
"Yes Prudence?"
"Wha- oh yes, hurry up child I have a great chore for you today."
"There is no greatness in cutting thorns miss."
"Oh no I am sending you to the city to collect my poppy flowers."
"Prudence! The sun is about to set, great dangers lurk after dark, I cannot go into the city."
"Oh hush you silly girl, you need the experiance, besides you know i can't get my beauty rest without those sleeping seeds."
"But how will I know my way."
"I've hired a hunter to show you around, he shall protect you, with his knife and a special box."
"How can a box be special?"
"Becauses.... you silly child.... it is from Zatch."
"You've never believed in Zatch before, but yet you have a box, Prudence, from Zatch"
"Oh shut up foolish girl, it is not becoming to question things. Just know when you go into the city this special box will keep you safe from the arms of others."
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"This special box will keep you safe from the arms of others."
Byrd ran through the streets, through the indifferent stares of the city folk carrying her skirts and fear to her chest. Her evil governess had sent her with a hunter, a man who was ordered to bring back Byrds' heart. Her feet carried her further, but never far enough from the man with the 'special box'. Panting, sweating, and crying she ran to the narrow street.
A street that sealed her deal.
And just like in a book, or a picture, she fell to her defeat as she noticed the tall buildings hit each other in confrontation. She turned around to see him. Slightly out of breath, he walked slowly towards her. Each step ringing louder than the first.
Her fate was coming slowly.
"I was sent to kill you. I would have wished to know you on any other terms, but a paycheck is a paycheck. I have a family to feed."
She didn't answer but looked up in disgust, in horror, in sorrow. She was but an object to be rid of. Her eyes blurred as the tears stung her.
Her fate had yet been decided.