Post by caelum on Feb 28, 2015 0:40:37 GMT -5
CALLING ALL ANGELS ; welcome to my reality.
caressed by illumination ;; CAELUM
immersed in gold ;; IMMORTALITY
this is a story ;; CALIPH
eternally foretold ;; THE FALLEN
for resurgence is imminent ;; ARABIAN X PAINT
of catastrophic proportions ;; DAPPLE GRAY CHASSIS , PAIRED WITH PALLID THREADS AND SEA GREEN CHASMS
THE APEX OF WHICH YOU SEEK ; delve into this universe.
A benevolent soul endowed with cogent capabilities, whom understands that patience is a virtue. He has waited this long to reemerge from the ashes of what once was, and he will do so until the time presents itself. It always does, one way or another. It should be noted that his usual demeanor is not invariable. Although he is not a barbaric fiend, this does not mean he lacks the prowess to eradicate any whom may threaten his allegiance, or ascension for that matter. His vocals resonate deep within those who have forged ahead from catastrophe, and anyone else who decides to listen. A caliph of both action and articulating impact; both of which have proven to be essential to his being. Formidable proportions and an existence that has remained intact for over seven centuries declares his perceptive mind as undoubtedly sagacious, but he knows not of arrogance. His nature should not be mistaken for a valiant individual of whom has no faults, and knows of none, for he has them and is acutely aware of their existence. He is not a heroine, nor a savior; he is but one soul apart of the revival of his race. Among the few that still stand united. Any whom proclaim themselves a so-called heroine are anything but, and his experience has shown this to be true. His desire to aid his ghost of a regiment is at it's peek, and his life is being wagered for the return of tranquility. A fair bet? Not even close, but options are limited at this point. Although formal in most regards, he will not bow down to just anyone, whether they be a king or simply a chess piece in this crusade. Reverence is something that is to be obtained and never just handed over which makes his own is nearly impossible to retain.
WRITTEN IN SCRIPTURE ; the arise of the forgotten.
I am among the ashes of those who refused to yield, those who still exist. Our regiment consists of those who inherently possess perseverance and audacity; two attributes that will be required when we are to face the demons that now inhabit this desolate wasteland. But, for now, we are gaining strength and numbers, for this will be no easy feat. We are the ghosts of what once was, arising from the shadows that have kept us alive for so long, and ready to submerge ourselves in the crusade that is to come. We are the outcasts, struck down by heinous atrocities come to reclaim our land. We are The Fallen.
EMERGING FROM THIS DESOLATE WASTELAND ; the foreseeing of a war.
Bold strides fell upon the ashes that were littered upon the realm, flints leaving slight imprints along the smoke embedded land. What once resembled a divine scene now bore strong resemblance to the place of which the demons had emerged from; Hell. Desolation had stricken nearly as quickly as my allegiance had been slaughtered, and the only hues that were abundant here now were obsidian and slate. The aesthetics were bare to say the least, and the inclination that anyone would voluntarily reside here baffled me entirely. Pale threads wavered in the slight breeze that was provided by the overcast of cumulus etched across the heavens, and my pace slacked as a reached the summit of the peak I had been slowly ascending. My gaze fell to the remnants of our former reign, which had succumbed to the flames that had ridden every inch of it shortly after the hellish entrance had begun a full fledged holocaust. Contempt graced my chiseled visage, as pale jade panned outward, stretching past the vastness of the world. A snort proclaimed my evident aversion of the entire panorama, and the atmosphere grew silent with every breath I inhaled. I had never seen something this barren, this forsaken, in all of my existence. The overwhelming amount of rage I felt could almost not be contained, and the sight furthered my drive even more so to undertake an oath of what others feared to do. Reclaim what once was, still is, rightfully ours.
caressed by illumination ;; CAELUM
immersed in gold ;; IMMORTALITY
this is a story ;; CALIPH
eternally foretold ;; THE FALLEN
for resurgence is imminent ;; ARABIAN X PAINT
of catastrophic proportions ;; DAPPLE GRAY CHASSIS , PAIRED WITH PALLID THREADS AND SEA GREEN CHASMS
THE APEX OF WHICH YOU SEEK ; delve into this universe.
A benevolent soul endowed with cogent capabilities, whom understands that patience is a virtue. He has waited this long to reemerge from the ashes of what once was, and he will do so until the time presents itself. It always does, one way or another. It should be noted that his usual demeanor is not invariable. Although he is not a barbaric fiend, this does not mean he lacks the prowess to eradicate any whom may threaten his allegiance, or ascension for that matter. His vocals resonate deep within those who have forged ahead from catastrophe, and anyone else who decides to listen. A caliph of both action and articulating impact; both of which have proven to be essential to his being. Formidable proportions and an existence that has remained intact for over seven centuries declares his perceptive mind as undoubtedly sagacious, but he knows not of arrogance. His nature should not be mistaken for a valiant individual of whom has no faults, and knows of none, for he has them and is acutely aware of their existence. He is not a heroine, nor a savior; he is but one soul apart of the revival of his race. Among the few that still stand united. Any whom proclaim themselves a so-called heroine are anything but, and his experience has shown this to be true. His desire to aid his ghost of a regiment is at it's peek, and his life is being wagered for the return of tranquility. A fair bet? Not even close, but options are limited at this point. Although formal in most regards, he will not bow down to just anyone, whether they be a king or simply a chess piece in this crusade. Reverence is something that is to be obtained and never just handed over which makes his own is nearly impossible to retain.
WRITTEN IN SCRIPTURE ; the arise of the forgotten.
I am among the ashes of those who refused to yield, those who still exist. Our regiment consists of those who inherently possess perseverance and audacity; two attributes that will be required when we are to face the demons that now inhabit this desolate wasteland. But, for now, we are gaining strength and numbers, for this will be no easy feat. We are the ghosts of what once was, arising from the shadows that have kept us alive for so long, and ready to submerge ourselves in the crusade that is to come. We are the outcasts, struck down by heinous atrocities come to reclaim our land. We are The Fallen.
EMERGING FROM THIS DESOLATE WASTELAND ; the foreseeing of a war.
Bold strides fell upon the ashes that were littered upon the realm, flints leaving slight imprints along the smoke embedded land. What once resembled a divine scene now bore strong resemblance to the place of which the demons had emerged from; Hell. Desolation had stricken nearly as quickly as my allegiance had been slaughtered, and the only hues that were abundant here now were obsidian and slate. The aesthetics were bare to say the least, and the inclination that anyone would voluntarily reside here baffled me entirely. Pale threads wavered in the slight breeze that was provided by the overcast of cumulus etched across the heavens, and my pace slacked as a reached the summit of the peak I had been slowly ascending. My gaze fell to the remnants of our former reign, which had succumbed to the flames that had ridden every inch of it shortly after the hellish entrance had begun a full fledged holocaust. Contempt graced my chiseled visage, as pale jade panned outward, stretching past the vastness of the world. A snort proclaimed my evident aversion of the entire panorama, and the atmosphere grew silent with every breath I inhaled. I had never seen something this barren, this forsaken, in all of my existence. The overwhelming amount of rage I felt could almost not be contained, and the sight furthered my drive even more so to undertake an oath of what others feared to do. Reclaim what once was, still is, rightfully ours.