The sun was setting... A lone man stood on the Cliffs of Drequ... Staring off into the distance.. A lone man stood, overlooking the sun's rays as they fled under the horizon... His short, red hair flowed with the wind's breezes. His eyes were cold, his face stern, yet tiny tears were welling up in eyes.. His hands rest solemnly at the hilt of his sword, which jutted out of the ground from where he'd plunged it into the Earth a while ago. His thoughts were elsewhere, thinking of his children, wife, the villagers of Roanok... all dead... He had no one. No one to talk to or be with. Everyone was dead, yet they were haunting him, still roaming the land. They were the undead. He walked among a world ruled by the Dark Lord, Kizare. But the true question is... who was He? He... Him... The man who stood alone... His identity hidden to protect him from the darkness. Who was this sole survivor of the Undead Massacre in Roanok? He knew his name, but never spoke it. The wind seemed to whisper to him, swirling about as he looked to his scarred hands. Warm tears splashed on them, one word spun around in his head now. His name almost seemed to be a burden, his name.. 'Leon...'
His hand fell around the whole shaft of the hilt, gripping it tightly. He paused a moment before pulling the sword from the ground. Leon reached around, hooking the sword to his belt. He looked back up into the sky, "I will have my revenge... Brother..." Turning about, his heel digging into the ground as he spun, he walked a few meters backward. He stopped, turning back to face the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, he charged for the edge, the end becoming closer and closer. He knew what was below, the Eyu Forest. This forest was the last between him and Hyarka, a small village, not yet consumed by the undead. He found himself at the edge, leaping into the air just as his foot touched the last ground that was under him. Spreading his arms out, he soared through the air, suspended as he sailed. His body begun to sink, falling to the forest floor below. The tree tops were approaching ever quickly, the man fell faster and faster as he maneuvered his body in position to increase speed. His hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of his blade, a good tug on the shaft and the blade was exposed. He prepared himself, he would use the trees to slow his movement.
His shoulders cocked, sword at the ready. He broke the tree line, slashing his long katana blade out. It caught the edge of the tree, but the small piece broke off, his free falling continuing. Leon thrust the blade again, this time trying to jam it into the wooden entities trunk. It stuck, his body jerking to a stop, a loud pop came from his shoulder. He howled in pain, his shoulder now dislocated, hanging on by one arm. He looked down, his face contorted from pain. He determined it was a good twenty feet down He looked at his arm, "Damn..." he cursed. His good arm gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, yanking it out of the tree. He began to fall again, but half way down, he kicked off the tree's base, flipping to a safe stop t the bottom. He sighed a sigh of relief, then grit his teeth. Grasping his dislocated arm, he lifted it, then swiftly jammed it back into place. Pain shot through his entire arm, the pain was like having a thousand pin needles drive through the entire shoulder. His face turned red as he cried out into the forest in a shriek of pain, bringing it to a faint grunt quickly. "Fuck..." he cursed again, moving his arm around, the pain still there a little.
[Gah, sorry if it sucks.. It's been awhile since I've been RPing. I have been on quite a vacation from it. =P]