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OOC: Bentleee, when you sent me a message telling me you had started your own RP I had expected something good, but here you have gone beyond that and created a vast world with limitless potential for a roleplay! Some excellent themes being put forward, and I absolutely love your array of characters, they are extremely well presented. Sachio and Morgaine are jerks, but thats why theyre cool ;P

Everyone, I am most pleased to say that I find each and every one of the characters that have been put forward to not only be incredibly creative, but extremely well presented in their adventures! Everyone here is really putting in some fantastic effort when it comes to writing a post, it has been a pleasure to read all of them, you all got me hooked! (yes I read ALL of them!).

Well, without further ado, I join the fray.

Oh, for those who have seen my other roleplay characters and notice some familiarities here with my character for this RP, dont assume anything, its not who you think it is!

WARNING! VERY LONG POST!
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IC:
Dusk began to come over the battered city-scape, and the street gangs began to emerge from their daytime hiding spots, the shroud of darkness almost calling out to each of them, like predators of the night.

The city always looked grim, no matter what light it was in, but it was at this particular time of day that everything took up what seemed like a twisted contrast of colours. The sky was amber, with smoggy maroon clouds laced through it and the sun bleeding through any gaps in between them, almost looking like it was dying, and the shadows cast by the many beaten buildings and wreck sites carried a purple-ish blue hue.

Amidst the purple-blue shadows underneath a dead sky; there was a large clearing of un-claimed concrete turf surrounded by 8-12 story battered buildings. In it, stood a group of very rugged looking individuals.

They were a group of eight, not a particularly large party, but then again not too small to complete a given task. They donned the gear of your average slum-dwellers, ripped shirts, stained jackets, beaten jeans, boots, old sneakers, some were even barefoot. They stood in what could be described as a crude formation.

From observing their positioning, it could be read which of them was head honcho. Standing in the spot that would seem as the leaders position was a rather tattered dark blue Bat, wearing a black vest with red edges, a red bandana tied around his left knee, black gloves with finger-holes, boots and 2 silver earrings on one ear.

Upon first glance, one would assume him to be your typical street-trash, but upon looking long enough at him, details had a way of coming out of hiding. His hair, for instance, came down in thin almost silk-like droops that went below his chin, strangely well groomed for someone living in the gutter. Although wearing not the finest of accessories (but still of higher quality than his group), the Bat had a strange majesty about him, a sort of aura that brimmed with wisdom and guile. It became clearer and clearer that the individual was in charge as one kept observing him.

While his group maintained expressions of simple obedient glee and the occasional toothy grin, the blue Bat just simply kept his arms crossed and his point of view straight ahead, with a stern facial expression, in a constant state of readiness.

The Bat took a moment to take a cigarette out of his jacket pocket. He lit it using a common lighter and then proceeded to smoke casually, no nervous twitch or eager haste, just simple calm smoking, like it was simply a thing he felt like doing. The glowing ember on the end of the cigarette pierced through the shadows of the buildings and provided a small addition of light aside from the bleeding sun.

I dont think theyre coming grumbled a gecko in a hooded jacket standing next to the Bat, whom had his back facing his group. The Bat took the cigarette out of his mouth with one hand and breathed out a thin stream of smoke before placing it back. A devilish smirk grew across the bats face as he proceeded to speak fluently even with the cigarette in his mouth, Theyll be here Dread-painters arent the kind of gang thatll pass up a chance to save their own asses theyre already falling apart thanks to last weeks raid.

The bat looked up at two of the surrounding buildings rooftops, and narrowed his eyes and grinned as he observed his backup men at work, one gang member on each of those two rooftops with single-barrel shotguns.

The gecko became excited by the thoughts of their plans Heh, theyll come here expecting a peace treaty, and instead they get the red carpet treatment. Hehehe

The bat withdrew his smile, it annoyed him when his accomplices acted like children when involved in such carefully planned matters

The Gecko all of a sudden stopped smiling and a curious look came over him, he had just hit a disturbing thought What makes you think they wont suspect its a trap Lucent? he asked to his leader.

The dark blue bat, Lucent didnt face his comrade as he talked to him, They WILL suspect its a trap but what are they going to do about it? We could have finished them last week when we re-claimed Jerome Park if we wanted to, and they know it. We are now offering a peace treaty, what choice do they have for survival but to risk it? Either way, well end this, Plugg itd just be easier to take down their leader now and send them all into turmoil. Gangs are like chess sets you see, take down the king and the pawns are left with nothing.

Plugg the Gecko nodded, it gave him a rush to hear his boss explain his ideals, Lucent always seemed to amaze him, and having him around certainly made him feel safer. Lucent on the other hand despised Pluggs company, and the company of the rest of his gang. They were all simple minded fools who he had become the leader of by wowing them. He only stayed with them because numbers improved survival in this new world.

A strange metallic squeaking noise came from the corner entry-way to the concrete clearing, followed by what sounded like stomping noises that grew louder and louder. Lucents eyes widened slightly as he saw what came around the corner, it was the Dread-painter gang, all shouting as they raggedly marched forward with their weapons. Seemed like the whole remainder of the gang was there, all 15 of them (thanks to the previous raid, their numbers were greatly decreased), including their leader, a Warthog who went by the name of Sledge and he was mounted in what appeared to be a 1 and a half storey high military scout walker mecha; a walking battle contraption with two mechanical chicken legs, a main cockpit protected by a glass casing, and two machineguns mounted the cockpits sides.

Lucents gang immediately ran and took cover behind a wall of charred car remains around the rear of the alleyway. Lucent stood there calmly and threw away his cigarette. ahcripes. He muttered before turning and skidding to cover alongside his gang.

Sledge in his combat-walker began firing in an inaccurate spasm, pouring a stream of bullets into the surroundings, denting the surrounding buildings which already looked on the verge of collapsing as it was. Sledge snorted some laughter before pausing his machine-gun hail for a moment. The glass of the cockpit wasnt tinted, so it could be seen that sledge was pressing some buttons on his control panel. A small hatch opened at the top of the mecha and a special speaker emerged,
Hey Lucent! How do ya like my new wheels? Sludges voice could be heard emitting from the speaker.

Theyre legs you nimrod! replied Lucent

Whatever! Hey, why dont you come and hang out with us for a while man? The partys only jus startin! Sledge began hailing machine-gun shells around the environment again, only now it seemed like he was actually trying to aim for Lucents shielded gang, but with great difficulty. Sledges gang cheered him on all the same.

Lucent growled and looked over at Plugg menacingly, Care to explain how you and your scouts my supposed eyes and ears, managed to overlook a military scout-walker? he grabbed Plugg by the collar of his hooded jacket.

Plugg desperately fumbled for an answer, i-i.. -.. we w-we.. uhh.. w-we uhhmm i

Lucent threw him against the ground violently and Plugg felt the back of his head begin to bleed. The gang looked up at Lucent with fearful eyes, even the really big grizzly bear that outweighed Lucent in muscles by far.

Lucent brushed himself off and took charge again, no matter listen up! I need you dimwits to keep all the drones busy while I take down boss pig and for christs sake someone signal lose bloody riflemen on the roof to start shooting! Does it take that much common sense to be able to pull a trigger when you need to?

The gang nodded nervously and began preparing their weapons. A young member of the gang, a wolf waved his arms in visible sight of the riflemen, who in turn began firing randomly at the Dread-painters. The young wolf received several bullets to the arms from Sledge as he rose them up, he immediately withdrew and fell to the ground, where some gang members were prepared to help him.

Lucent waved a hand in front of the gang members who bent down to aid the wolf, Weve got more important things to worry about. If he was stupid enough to signal without looking for a safe opening then thats his own bad luck. GET YOUR WEAPONS! NOW!

The group reluctantly obeyed, drawing out an assortment of street weapons: baseball bats, planks of wood, switchblades, wrenches, screwdrivers, broken pipe leads, and one had a handgun. Lucent drew out his own weapon, a lead of chain with spikes welded into some of the joints. Only Lucent had been able to use this weapon without injuring himself in the process. Plugg stopped tending to his aching head and drew out his weapon, a stolen police baton.

Lucent avoided some falling building shrapnel from above and approached the injured wolf who was sitting up leaning against one of the burnt cars, his arms lying limp to one side with at least 3 bullets in each. He was hyperventilating.

The boy wouldve only been 13. Lucent kneeled down next to the boy, let me see breathe properly you imbecile let me see!. The young wolf struggled to move his arms across to Lucents field of vision. Lucent inspected the wounds and growled, youre useless now stay here! he readied his chain and signalled to the rest of the gang.

All hell broke loose as Lucents small efficient hunting party became the prey in this assassination gone wrong. So happens Sledge HAD believed Lucent when he offered a peace treaty, and in turn thought itd be an opportunity to strike at Lucent unsuspectingly.

The gangs collided and the alleyway became a war zone. Sledge fired into the crowd aimlessly with his mecha, hitting both friendly and hostile targets, the adrenaline rush from piloting the vehicle had gotten to his brain, it puzzled Lucent as to how Sledge had become the leader of the Dread-painters in the first place.

A weasel with a metal baseball bat charged at Lucent as he ran toward Sledge. Lucent stopped in his tracks, then whipped his chain around low to the ground, catching the weasel by the lower legs. The dread-painters battle cry was interrupted as he yelped in pain from the spikes in the chain piercing his ankles. Lucent casually walked over and yanked his chain free, scratching the weasel severely on the legs. Lucents eyes remained stern and narrow, and he grinned, exposing his canines, he took delight in seeing his enemies reduced to nothing.

Lucent coiled his chain around the weasels neck and propped him up like a meat shield, the weasel kicked and tried to break free, but the spikes in the chain made it almost impossible to get a hold of it, not to mention two of the spikes were digging into his throat.

Lucent moved forward, using the weasel as a shield from the occasional stray bullet from Sledge. The weasel was dead by now, several bullets embedded across his body, Lucent never did treat rivals with respect, be them alive or dead.

Sledge ceased firing aimlessly and spotted Lucent carefully approaching through his left side window. He grinned beneath his warthog tusks before turning the mecha 90 degrees to charge-run at Lucent.

The robotic legs operated in perfect synchronisation as the machine swiftly stomped through the crowd, one of Sledges own gang members got his leg crushed by the mecha as he was knocked down into its path.

Lucent cursed under his breath and dropped the weasels corpse, withdrawing his chain and leaping out of the way. The battle-mecha halted on the spot where Lucent once stood, its mighty feet crushed the limp weasels body, leaving red stains on the soles.

Sledge snort-laughed again, not taking notice of how he just crushed his comrade, nhuff nhuff! Gotcha now Lucy! Nhuff nhuff!
Lucent gritted his teeth, if there was one thing he absolutely hated above many things, it was being called Lucy. Sledge focused his eyes on his target and pressed some buttons on his control panel. The mechas machine-guns pivoted and began firing at Lucent. Lucent used his wings to push off and glide backwards in time to dodge the hail. At the end of his backward glide, Lucent collided with a brick wall, bruising his wings. He cursed under his breath as he realised he was cornered.

The mecha raised its torso and the guns pivoted again, Sledge drooled as his fingers clasped around the triggers on his twin joysticks. There was a metallic click of parts moving inside the guns, but no fiery booming. Sledge panicked and pressed a few buttons on his terminal. On the screen that displayed the fuel and battery meters, the little ammo counter flashed and read -depleted-

Lucent noticed Sledges panic and grinned, he readied himself with his chain. Sledge looked up from his control panel at Lucent and squeal-shouted as he charged the mecha straight at him. Lucent waited until the mecha was just in reach when he lashed out with his chain and hooked around one of its legs. As the mecha collided with the wall, Lucent used the momentum to swing up onto the top of the glass-sealed cockpit.

The mecha shuddered as it met the wall, the front glass from the cockpit cracking and sending shards everywhere, and leaving a huge gaping hole in the wall of the abandoned office building. The machines autopilot functionality made it automatically stop on the spot after colliding.

Sledge stopped covering his face with his arms and looked up to see the front end of his mecha was ruined. The control panel had shards of brick sticking out of it and large components of it were flickering with electricity. The only screen still functioning was the annoying little one that read -depleted- for the ammo.

Sledge looked around frantically for his target through the side windows, but Lucent was nowhere to be seen. Just as he brought his face back to the broken front window, he squealed in fear as he came into eye-contact with Lucent, who had dust all over him and a trail of blood coming from his mouth.

Sledge tugged frantically at the release lever for the cockpit door as Lucent placed his palm against the gap in the glass. Lucent smiled wickedly as he observed the sight of Sledge squealing and panicking like a scared little child.

Svarminus Paralia! in a burst of white and light blue magic, that made everyone on the battlefield stop and observe, a comet-like projectile launched from Lucents palm and smashed through the mecha cockpit, sending glass shards, twisted metal, and warthog blood splattering everywhere.

Lucent did a back flip and landed in an almost kneeling position as he watched the mecha topple over, a cloud of smoke emitting from the cockpit as an internal fire started.

Lucents gang, the Nocturnes raised their weapons and cheered at their leaders victory. The Dread-painters on the other hand, froze on the spot and began to shiver at seeing their own leader fall. Lucent stood up straight and faced them with a wide smirk, the blood running down his chin, and the warthog blood stains on his fur only adding to his fearful aura. Your leader is roast bacon now you Dread-painters are done. mused Lucent

Many of the Dread-painters turned and ran, dropping their weapons behind them. Those that stayed tried to look stern. Lucent raised his palm at a young mouse Dread-painter, aged around 14. Svarminus Paralia! blue magic spurted form his hand again and a magical comet bashed into the wide-eyed child, knocking him severely in the chest and sending him into a wall, where he skidded down in a smear of blood, dead without a doubt. Needless to say, this caused the remainder to run. The member of Lucents gang with the handgun took the opportunity to shoot at the running Dread-painters, hitting one of them in the back and causing them to drop to the ground, writhing in pain until a second shot was delivered.
Lucent kept his smile and began to brush off his dust-covered clothes. His smile faded as the remainder of his group approached him. Only 4 remained, and among those four was one of the riflemen from the roof only one. Plugg limped while clutching at a bullet wound on his shoulder.

Lucent looked over at his group, severely bruised and wounded, but victorious over seemingly hopeless odds. Lucent stared at Pluggs gun-wound for a moment, Hows the kid doing? he asked. Plugg looked down and bit his lower lip, he uhhh hes dead boss he lost a lot of blood a disheartened look came over the gecko.

Lucent raised his chin at Plugg in a manner that showed little emotion and turned around, leading the walk back to more friendly turf with both his hands in his pockets, casually. Well let them run for now, theyll think theyre safe then tomorrow morning, when theyre unsuspecting, we go bag us some Dread-painter piglets, get em to squeal some information as to how the bloody hell Sledge got his greasy hooves on a military mecha even if it was just a scout mecha, its still means something HELL! even handguns are hard to come by these days!

Plugg nodded and winced in pain as his wound began to sting again. The pain was growing worse as the bruised group walked out, following their leader. uhhmm.. Lucent? Can you umm heal my arm or something?

Lucent spat out some blood onto the floor in a swift manner and then answered his underling in an annoyed tone, Im a Lunar magician, not a weakling priest

The grizzly bear who had many rips in his black tank top spoke up, yeah but, uh.. cant you use that chaos errr gem thing to do somethin?

Lucent stopped walking and kept his head turned away from his group. The followers jumped a bit, scared by their leaders actions, fearful that they had just angered him. Lucent turned to be barely facing them and withdrew a yellow chaos emerald from his pocket, which was tied crudely with a length of string to form a necklace, but today he chose not to wear it, simply keep it in his pocket.

Lucent smiled as he rolled the gem around in his fingers. Lucent may have been a Lunar magician, but his clan of magicians was broken up during the collision of space colony ARK, himself being the only survivor. Thus, it stood that his magical studies were unfinished, and he had not learned how to use magic without the use of too much of his own magical harmonic energies. It was thanks to the fact that he was carrying a chaos emerald that meant he was able to use his magic more often. He was still formidable without the emerald of course, but having it with him meant that magic didnt take as long to cast, and that he would be able to use more of it. Not that he needed to use very much in the battle that had just transpired.

Chaos Emeralds have many different applications Dirge answered Lucent to the Grizzly, Unfortunately I do not know all of them. If its healing we need, get it the old fashioned way. Get Nurse back at base to patch you up.

Plugg and the others nodded, each in turn letting out a compressed groan as they followed their leader. It was a long walk back to the rest of the gang at home turf.

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OOC:
For everyone who read all of that, congrats! Sorry for such a long post, but I felt that for an entry into a Roleplay that was full of such talented writers, I should make something extravagant. I hope everyone enjoyed it, because I enjoyed writing it.

Now, down to an explanation of my character:

A few people here including Bentleee, know of my character Eclipse the Bat who is a Lunar magician aged around 14 or 15. The character I have used here, Lucent the Bat is a twist on Eclipses father. I have gotten the character of Eclipses father from when he was in his younger years, and shaped him to suit this world. Lucent was originally an evil bastard anyways according to my traditional storyline ;P

That is why his fur colour and spells are identical to Eclipse, but for those that know about Eclipses quirks from the other RP, dont worry, Lucent is toned down, a LOT because I felt it would suit this RP more, plus I dont wanna steal the show form any of these fantastically developed characters that I love so much.

Okay, Profile time:


Name: Lucent
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Bat
Weapon (if any): Spiked metal chain
Abilities: Quite a tactician, can wield Lunar magic from his former life.
Hobbies: Practicing Lunar magic in hopes of one day achieving a heightened clarity of magical prowess. He also smokes, but not in a way of habit, just something he does whenever he feels like it, so it is in effect more of a hobby.

Quirks: Lucent is formidable a fighter, but lacks in terms of physical strength, possessing just enough to be augmented by his agile and cunning as well as his magical abilities.

Using magic takes effort and a considerable amount of energy, Lucent will only rely on it if he has an opening to wield it in battle. However, being currently in possession of a chaos emerald, Lucent is able to tap into a segment of its power and use it to aid him in using magic, cutting casting time and energy usage by a considerable amount, although using magic still requires his usual effort.

Amongst all this, Lucent has a tendency to be quite cocky, and cannot resist a personal challenge.

Background: 8 years ago, Lucent begun his studies as a member of the evil Lunar magic practitioners known as the Nocturne Mages, a notorious group of magicians who used their knowledge of Lunar Arcanum to execute their plans of gaining control over the magical harmonic energies of the entire planet, and twist them to their will, shaping the world in their own image, becoming god-like figures.

Right from the beginning Lucent was a talented individual, exceeding even a few of the higher rank members in magical power, but he lacked control and often depleted his energies in mere moments at the start of a practice duel. Despite the elder members pointing this out to him, it only encouraged him to utilise a fighting style that would mean finishing an enemy quickly with no holding back.

After 3 years of training, Lucents power had heightened considerably, and he became one of the most highly regarded of the Nocturnes despite his flaws. Lucent however had only become more confident in his powers to a degree where he had settled his mind on finishing his studies, and then proceed to seize the position as leader of the Nocturnes for himself, by force preferably.

Unfortunately, it was at the time when he was nearing the end of his magical studies, almost at a stage where he could wield magic without using very much energy, when the space colony ARK incident occurred. The turmoil that ensued had caused the underground lair of the Nocturnes to completely collapse, burying the entire evil order alive. Lucent had managed to survive because he had snuck outside that night to practice magic on his own.

His order shattered, his studies incomplete, his only means of learning magic, a large cache of magical grimoires inside a large underground vault now sealed beneath endless layers of earth and collapsed cliff sides, Lucent became a wanderer. Lucent decided that his best course of action would be to venture to civilisation and take up survival supplies from the rubble. On his travels he encountered many individuals who had demanded money from him, it was desperate times. Lucent butchered them all with his magic, and it was in this everyday routine that he had proceeded to continue his magic studies the hard way.

It was while journeying across a thick area of what was now called the outback, a twisted mutated form of forest, that he stumbled across one of the legendary chaos emeralds, an item that he knew was renowned for power. Upon picking it up, Lucent felt its power surge through him, his own magical harmonics had somehow proved as a medium for tapping into the emeralds power. Upon seeing how it augmented his magical abilities, Lucent made it one of his new priorities to gather all 7 of the fabled gems and use their supposed combined power to become a being of power enough to continue the Nocturne Mages original plans.

After 4 years went by, Lucent came across a city and had used his magical abilities to wow over a street gang called the Creepers to his will, overthrowing their former leader and renaming the gang the Nocturnes in homage to his old group. Before Lucents arrival, the Creepers were among the bottom of the street gang hierarchy, but under his leadership, they have become a topic in any discussion of the most feared street gangs, seen as a bit of a rising underdog. Word has already begun to spread of a strange bat who seemingly came from nowhere wielding energies that were compared to those of leaders of the more prominent street gangs, such as individuals named Sachio and Morgaine, two notorious leaders of a gang that is among the top ranks of the street-gang hierarchy, if not the very top.

To the discomfort of many street-gang leaders, Lucent and the Nocturnes have already begun snatching turf from numerous different gangs of varying strengths and are almost relentless in their victories. Although still not seen as a major power in the city, tabs are still being kept on the Nocturnes as they are becoming more recognised as a threat.

Personality: Lucent has been described as ruthless, a tyrant, but those statements barely scratch the surface. Lucent is a sharp minded individual and a brilliant tactician, although it is true he is a tyrant, he rules his possessions with an iron fist. Lucent has little regard for the well-being of others, but it is his incredible skills in tactics and personal fighting prowess that have made him respected amongst his comrades, who wouldnt dare question an order. He has little patience for incompetence and will not stand for failure to comply with orders. Lucent always speaks in a deadly calm tone of voice and seems to always have his brows down to form a facial expression of either serious pondering, or a devilish glare that has become one of his insignias. In battle, Lucent is ruthless, and has little regard for things such as honour, killing his opponents in simply the most efficient mannerisms, even those that are seen by street gang members as sick and twisted. This doesnt mean that he is a berserker in battle, in fact quite the opposite, every one of Lucents moves is carefully planned and deadly-accurate.

Motive in this RP (if needed): Lucent aims to become leader of all the street gangs and become lord of the city, then he wishes to use this newfound army of his to conquer more land. Lucent also wishes to obtain all 7 chaos emeralds so that he may assume god-like status and use his knowledge of the Nocturne Mages original plans and corrupt the harmonic energies of the planet, obtaining all 7 chaos emeralds would render the idea of a street-gang army obsolete, but that didnt mean he wouldnt want his own empire to rule over, a king can still make use for pawns.

Link to picture of character (if one): -Hope to make one soon, preferably after exams-.

Now, to finalise, I have left many openings for my character in this roleplay in terms of involvement with all the others. Her are some key points.

-Lucents name is fast spreading throughout the street-gang network, and his gang the Nocturnes is also being widely talked about due to theirincreasingly fast rise through the ranks of street gangs. This could mean that word could spread to leaders of other gangs i.e Wraith, Sachio and Morgaine etc, and they could either see Lucent as a threat, an obstacle, a pestilence, or even a rival if they really wanted, so feel free to have some gang-leader involvement with Lucent people!

-Lucent has a chaos emerald, so this could mean that anyone searching for them may come across him. Although definite word hasnt spread that he has it, there are still rumours going around amongst the street gangs, so both gang leaders and wanderers alike might come face to face with him.

-Because he is a villain, and word is spreading about him, this could mean that there are people trying to hunt him down and/or quell his gang.

-You can all also feel free to make it so that your character had some knowledge about his old secretive order of the Nocturne Mages, and might have an interest in him, being the sole survivor. But keep in mind, they were secretive, so if anything is known about them, it wont be a huge amount, also it wont help if every second character in the RP has some knowledge, so try and keep that controlled as an option people!

Well, thats all people! Once again I am sorry for the big post, I just wanted to establish my character clearly amongst everyone, not to mention I couldnt help but keep writing X)