Rasma's new RP part 3 *And last :P*

A battle ensues for nearly a day, spells that have never been uttered in this realm are thrown back and forth, until Rasma finally gains the upper hand, and utters "Infra abduco aufero quovis!" and gathers so much energy into him self that a slight light can be seen within his body. A shocked look comes upon Tyrannus' face as he slowly melts down through the floor Rasma then collapses once again. When Rasma comes to, everyone is surrounding him, asking a multitude of questions all at once. "What happened Rasma?" Rasma answers, "I have found who I truly am, I now have a REAL past, I now have a REAL future As bad as it is I have one." Another person asks, "So it is true? You really murdered those people?" A slight pause comes before Rasma finally answers "Yes, it is true I killed them all" A tear draws to his eye, and falls to the ground. From it, a small flower grows. "So is it also true that you are still that way? Are you still a cold blooded murderer as Tyrannus said?" Rasma replies, "I am whatever I decide to be, I have already showed myself this, I and only I, decide my future, and I chose life. Not just for me, but for all. I WILL make sure that I am never controlled again, I am the ruler of my fate, and so it shall be" Rasma's RP has changed!!! Wow, you actually read all that? That has GOT to be worth something :P Hope you liked it :P

Rasma's new RP part 2

when hecomes to, his eyes begin to dart around, with an eerie scaredness. He jumps up, and grabs the priest and puts a knife to his throat. "Where am am I? And what the hall are you doing to me?" he asks. The priest replies "You are in my infirmary, you suffered a blow to the face that broke your nose, causing you to nearly bleed to death." Rasma slowly drops the dagger, and passes back out." Three days later. Rasma has shown no improvement, so you feel that it is your duty to gather his close and dear friends to help support him through his ordeal. Until now, the priest has felt that the public should not know what had happened to him, so this is the first announcement that Rasma has been in an accident, and now lays in a coma. A much of the city gathers in honor of their fallen friend, but none can find the words to be said for him. Rasma's lips once again to move, and everyone gathers near to hear what he is saying. "See right through me. See the one that can't be free. See right through me. See the one that none should ever see." He then becomes quiet, and his body begins to shake. I slight sound of something dripping rips through the silence in the room, you look around, and notice that there is blood dripping from the ceiling. The blood slowly begins to pool together, and then begins to rise from the center, creating the image of some person that seems vaguely familiar. The image slowly takes his complete form, and the blood stops dripping. He is a large human, with wings the color of crimson. He slowly walks to the Rasma and says, "You are a fool to defy me Interfectum, no mortal has ever bested me in combat, and neither shall you." Someone from the crowd asks "His name is Rasma, not Interfectum, and get your filthy hands away from him!" The demonic figure stands and turns around, he takes a deadly gaze upon the person, and they slowly float into the air. The figure laughs, and then speaks: "You mortals are so simple minded, you were actually taken in by his charity and love, weren't you? You have no idea who this man is, do you? In my realm, this man served under me as my second in command. His expertise in battle combined with his valorous courage cut through my opposition no matter who the foe! He murdered countless people, and destroyed more villages than you can possibly imagine. He has been responsible for more deaths than any man to this date. He was so good at what he did, we changed his name, to Interfectum, which means 'Murderer' in latin, the language of my people. We ruled side by side for nearly five thousand years before he turned upon me, and laid waste to my palace. In the heat of battle, I cast a spell that would banish him from my realm, and destroy his memory. I then attempted to find him when my strength had returned, but I could no longer sense his thoughts, as he knew not of who he was. It was not until four days ago that his memory began to remember his true feelings of bloodlust. In his weakened state I attempted to purge his mind, and take him back as my servant, but he was too strong for me. I searched high and low for him, and have finally found him, and none of you shall stop me from killing him!" Rasma then jumps us, sword drawn, and strikes the man in the back, forcing him to the floor. "I shall not be taken by you Tyrannus, I shall finish what I attempted to do so long ago!" The figure slowly lifts from the ground, smiles and says, "Tyrannus! *laughs* I have not heard that name for ages, now my underlings refer to me as Caelestis Bellum. *grins* Amazing isn't it? I am given a name meaning 'absolute ruler' and they change it to a name that means" Rasma interrupts, "Caelestis Bellum The god of war. *smile* We shall see Tyrannus, this is not your realm, and I have grown in power since the last time we quarreled." Tyrannus' smile fades from his face, and he becomes angry. "I AM the god of war! None can defeat me!!! HAVE AT YOU!"

Rasma's new RP

A light fog begins to seep into the room. You stand up and draw your sword for fear of what may be entering your place of sanctuary. The fog begins to fill the room, and is now so thick that you can barely see. Through the fog you can see the silhouette of some creature. In the distance you can hear the sound of wolves howling, the almost certain sign of something being wrong. You stumble around the room, attempting to find a way out, but can find none. Then, all falls silent.. You can hear the faint clanking of feet striking the floor, but the sound seems to echo throughout the room, so you have no idea from where they are coming from. You begin to panic, as you feel that you are no longer in control of this situation. You slowing slink to the floor, and curl up, hoping whatever this creature is does not find you. Then, the fog begins to empty from the room. It clears up enough for you to be able to see around the room, but you can find no trace of someone being there. As you stand up, the ground feels as if it is shaking. You stop for a second to see if it was truly the ground, or if it was just your weakened legs. An earth shattering clap of thunder pervades the land, and then all falls silent. When you open your eyes you see a man laying on the ground, obviously in pain. You reach to help him, but he jumps up, grabbing his head and screaming! You jump back so quickly that you nearly trip yourself. If eventually calms down, and looks at you. He slowly begins to open his eyes, it is now that you notice that there is a strange light escaping from the sockets of his eyes. He moves his mouth, but no sound comes out. You take a step towards him, and he screams, "Away from me, spawn of Satan! Or you shall be slain where you stand!" You take heed to his warning and back away. You muster up all the strength you can handle, and say, "Are you okay sir?" He is quiet.. After a long moment of silence, he begins to move his lips again. He is speaking, but it is so soft that you can hardly hear him. You strain your self and piece together the sentence he is saying over and over again. "You now what you are Rasma, do not deny yourself. You know what you are Rasma, do not deny yourself." You are puzzled, because if you are not mistaken, this man is Rasma. But why would he be speaking to himself? "Excuse me. Rasma? Why are you speaking to yourself?" you ask. He begins to bob back and forth chanting, "I'm your dream. I'm your eyes.I'm your pain. YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE RASMA! DO NOT DENY IT!!!" He jumps up, and begins to yell at the sky. "NEVER!!!! I SHALL NOT EXCEPT THIS!!! THIS IS NOT ME!!! I HAVE LOST MYSELF, AND YOU SHALL NOT TAKE ME OVER!!!" A voice from the heavens bellows, "You are what you are, you know it to be true. Embrace your past, and take hold on your future, it is what must be done!" He withdraws a small dagger, and stabs it clean through his throat, a hissing and gurgling sound emits from his windpipe as blood pours from him, and forms a pool at the floor. "Hehe, you shall not be taken from this world that easily Rasma, I still have work for you to do." echoes from above. A blinding light begins to pour from Rasma's lacerated throat, and slowly dims. He slowly lifts from the ground by supernatural forces, and begins to shake violently. "NO!!! YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY BODY FROM ME ONCE MORE!!! YOU MAY OWN MY SOUL, BUT YOU WILL NEVER OWN MY PRIDE!!! I WILL NOT LET YOU USE ME TO HURT PEOPLE ANY LONGER!!!" he screams. A ball of electricity encompasses his body, and then explodes in a flash of blue light. He falls to the ground, face first, smashing his nose into the ground with a horrible crunching sound. A pool of blood begins to form underneath his face. You walk over to him, and flip him over. His throat has no markings of being cut, but his nose id gushing blood like it were a river. You quickly summon a priest, and have medical attention given to him.