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Memoirs of Markos Sadren

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X~/Gecko Zen\~X
12 years ago
Hey Fakku scrollers and fellow writers,

I have been storywriting a while but have often scrapped projects based off lack of reveiws and lack of motivation. So I have decided to give a go here to see if I can further improve my style and skill (general note; I am not very good at describing things normally, if I write something that could be worded better or makes no sence what-so-ever, please don't be afraid to teach me a new way of wording it.)

First things first; to explain a bit about my vampires....Vampires are slaves to their contracted element, a vampire who attracts water must drink water (no water based varients or tainted liquids; eg. alcohol.) Other elements serve only as weakeners, unless you are AB- blood type or extremly adept in the Dark.

The Dark is a collection of matter that surronds and seperates atoms and elements (this is a fictional discription)and occationally making them connect to form new compounds, a vampire has control over this matter and by exchanging their own life energy, they can manipulate it. This is limited to whatever their element my be and cannot be used if the vampire hasn't fed in a set amount of time (Six to Nineteen times a day)

Vampires are normal in the sence they can walk in sunlight and even eat normal foods, however there are specialised foods solely for vampires that humans dislike in taste.

Water, Sun, Blood, Terra, Shadows, Metal, Nature - these are the only elements that exist for vampires...
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Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer
12 years ago
So, where's the actual story?
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DreamSaint
12 years ago
Uh.. im not sure... i think it'll follow sometime soon by him.
The Introduction seems a bit off.. i'd like to read some chapter or at least some paragraphs.
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X~/Gecko Zen\~X
12 years ago
Markos is a 553 yr old master assassin of the Shadow-Bladed Assassins. His nick-name is Black Arrow and he is one of the four founding members. These are his memoirs, short cuts of Markos' jobs and day to day life.


Spoiler:
September 14th 2004. Tuxpan, Mexico

Markos opened his left eye, grinning at his torturer, who rewarded it with another beating. The house that they held him in was too far from his target, so escaping would be easy but make his target cautious and harder to eliminate. However, these drugged up monkeys have asked for their boss to come join them, and the idiot dealer wished to laugh in Markos' before he died. Children these day weren't all that smart. Markos pretended to pass out for a while, to wake him they threw a bucket of water on him, laughing and cursing him. He looked up to see a fairly large man watching him and toying with a gun, Markos preferred knives but was fairly skilled with a revolver.
“Omar Perez?” Markos asked quietly, breathing heavy. The man frowned, he took a long draw on a cigarette and breathed it in Markos' direction. Markos began coughing violently, the man waited patiently for him to stop.
“How do you know me, cabrón?” Omar growled in response, taking another draw of his cigarette. Markos wasted no more time, he flicked his hair at Omar, who was across the room from him, the small water droplets united and formed small, sharp needles. These needles pierced through the cigarette and continued through the cerebellum. The torturer and Omar's bodyguard stood stunned for a few seconds before a similar execution killed them. Markos tore his now very wet ropes from the chair legs and walked to the nearest window. He found himself on a one-story house like building. They were even nice enough to park the car next to the window, he got in and started the engine which was greeted by shouting on the other side of the house. Markos sped off towards the airport, he was going to sleep for a year if Michel let him.
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