A Notice to Who It Concerns: & Eiaux page should be fine with either Fire Fox or Internet Explorer. IE is *heavily* recomended though. Seriously, I'm not joking Use Internet Explorer. & Second, most of his personality and history is cut out to be 'Neo-Safe'. So in short, he's cruder than on this page. Sorry for any confusion I caused. & Have an award that requires music? Tell me so I can put some up, otherwise, there is no music here. Isn't that great? I'm so great, I know, lol. (;
Intro
step into the gamegame rolling the dice take-it
An angled jungle of edifice silhouettes against the dark blue sky, small squares and rectangles lit up within them, illuminating small features of the next building over: a stone arch, a small café, heck, even a city-hall styled building on the far, far right. Two of the buildings are brick entirely, preserving the jungle-like environment. And that city hall? It's covered in the white stone of officials… Eh, for your sake I wish I could describe the buildings better, but what else would you expect from an English 103 college student? Yeah, exactly: not much. But anyway, moving on with our tour, let's finish this painting up real quick.
The buildings shadow the already-black roads. Roads with their texture and with the rain, from not an hour ago, heighten their appearance of a prehistoric tar pit. It's smooth with small bumps and bubbles…Painted on its back with the occasional stylish yellow and white lines racing across… can't forget those as much as I try.
Now, on top of that image add, let's say, 10 golden starbursts: six in a line by the building with the arch in the middle and the rest by that City Hall. Street lights.
Almost done now, I swear. Add more… more lights are needed-- this is a city after all. Take that brush and streak it across above the roads a little, from the left to right only zigzagging downwards when you hit the end of the page. How about that? NOW you have a city.
This city is Endinton. Beautiful as it is deadly, like a scorpion… a mythical chimera… my ex girlfriend…
(he smiles) I see that grin creeping across your face; don't hide it-- you think it's funny too? Phhht, of course you do: past relationships are always hilarious. And the city… the city is especially hilarious; in fact, it's gut-retching how hilarious it is. That a city, as "great" as Endinton is has the, or at least one of the, largest underground in the district.
Yes, underground. You know the thing that every place has but never talks about it? Yeah, that's the one and I'm dead serious about it. This one here has everything from your typical big-shot mobsters to crews of street fighters and- Wait, how would I know?
You have no idea who I am do you. I am Isaac Kingston Emry, better and only known down here as "Eiaux", leader of the crew MERCES, a close-knit combat group that participates in the city's biggest street fighting ring GUERRE.
Street fighting!? That's illegal!" Yeah-yeah, we've all heard this enough times that if it was worth any money we'd be swimming in it… But no. No it's not. Street fighting is not 'illegal' when we fight in areas people don't go about, when we're never seen nor heard… and especially when healers are involved ready to fix up any wound, no matter what the size or severity. It's not illegal when you've never caught. Not getting caught also helps, really it does.
(he sighs)
Ehh… I've blabbed on too much about this, Voluer will have my head for this but what does it matter? He's a wus, a threat in the ring with his little dragon, sure, but otherwise a wus… So what do you say? Let's get this show on the road already , or what?
STATS
and they say tiers don't exist
I'm not going to tell you everything about me upfront in a list like the others do; don't take it personally but I don't know you all that well. I'm sure you would do the same if you were in my shoes; the college I go to just put up a notice saying that if any student is caught participating in GUERRE they would be suspended, it's that simple. (Scoffs) I don't know about the other guys out here but I need to graduate if I'm going to find da- ah I mean if I'm ever going to find Gregg. So here, take a look:
Time's up, now hand it over. And before you say anything, yes, if I drop this and someone from the university finds it, that's it for me. Almost happened once but Zeph here found the card. Yes Zeph, the same thing- no, he is the weapon listed here. Another thing unique about GUERRE is that we fight not just with fists but with our pets. I know, it sounds terrible, but once that little Ukali changes before your eyes into a lance I'm sure you'll see it a different way. In that form, they can't be hurt: a kind of bone coats them… the weapon and any organs that remained unchanged within harden.
You should try it out sometime, I can't explain the feeling you get when something like that's tapping into your fighting spirit and amplifying it. It's just incredible.
By now you're thinking that I'm a junkie for fighting and that's all I live for. It's probably true but there are other things I do with my life when I'm not on the streets pounding some guy's face in. Like my job, as stupid as it is. It's that flower shop a few blocks down from my apartment on 53rd, the one run by that old lady. You've never heard of it? Good then, at least some of my dignity is intact… Anyway, it's run by an old lady who I swear hates me: I see right past her wrinkled smile, she can't fool me… like yesterday! Granny told me to move this huge pot of flowers to the front of the store. Sure. Took me forever to drag that thing to the counter, and did I get a thanks? No, better, I got the 'move it right back to where it was before… it looked better' crap… I swear don't even get me started on her granddaughters.
When my shift ends at Cure's I hang out with the group at GUERRE, or maybe go back to my apartment to crash or drink some cola or something. Lo and behold I get someone just like Granny as a roommate. Driving me up the wall with 'labeling' food in the refrigerator we have, or asking me not to come home late. Wait, wait… I've got a better one: analyzing me when I come home covered in bruises. It wouldn't be such a big deal if his father wasn't head of the city's police or the fact that he has his father's athority over the police. Seriously.
So that's my typical day. Crappy job, crappy roommate, frowned-upon-by-law pass time… doesn't really tell a lot about me does it? Sorry about that. Makes me seem like I have no unique thing about me doesn't it? Hmm… I guess you're right, I mean, other than me seeing these weird glowing butterfly things everywhere, especially around morgues or recent crime scenes in the city. I don't exactly know what they are, but whenever I try, or last tried, to tell someone about it they thought I was crazy and needed help. Hah, maybe I do for seeing things that aren't there but whatever. Who in this world is completely sane nowadays?
*What Eiaux is actually seeing are the souls of the departed that are either 'fresh' or 'low' in energy signal. As the spirit gains strength (from either over time, feeding off a strong soul of the living or merging with other souls) it changes from a frail creature, such as the buterfly, to something more sturdy and resilent, a wyvern let's say. It's then that strong reapers keep an eye on them, but that's another story... speaking of reapers, eiaux can kind of see them too.. when they appear in in our reality... anything bordering our reality really. He needs to practice seing the dead.
Story
can't fight this fate especially mine
something. here. maybe
Family
blood's thicker than water okay
Greg Emry
Eboni Emry
Myra Emry
Zephiel Emry
Guerre
touch any job man we've got it locked
I've already mentioned it, and by now you're probably lost or want a full explanation. GUERRE is a modern-day Fight Club. Fighters from all over the city gather each week to either hone their skills, finish something against an opponent, or just to hang out if there's not a official match going on. What I do when my shift it done… it's nice to unwind from a hard, strenuous day by just fighting with some friends… it's better than going straight to my apartment and beating my roommate's face in (no matter how much he may deserve it). (laughs)
But we're getting off topic. Now where was I? …hmmm… I guess I should tell you the history, that's probably what other would do about now… I know diddlysquat about the history so this is where it gets blurry; GUERRE was established in the early 90s in a back alleyway by either a group of college students or kids that had nothing else to do. All in all, whoever started it was bored or had a mission in life and this would help this some freaking how.
Anyway, from then on it steadily grew and in the late 90s the idea of weapons was formed from a guy who was able to bewitch his partner and tap that energy that all those little guys have in them. At first the technique to changing them into a fighting tool was rough: our partners couldn't mold their body into the desired weapon without something to shape around… like those vines that wrap around those wire-frame animals… whatever. And their bodies were too soft when they did resulting in the need for healers. Think of it like fighting with foam swords or better yet, a severed fleshy arm. After a few hits, that arm is going to get blood all over you along with the spectators… and that's not something that healers can fix, trust me.
All of us noticed this, but only a few people decided to fix the problem. Out of those few people, even less people fixed it. All of them were advanced magic users.
So what if they were advanced?" You have no idea. People like me, wait, back track. More than half of GUERRE at the time COULDN'T perform magic and to this day can't. Like me. At most I can do is stupid simple healing, that is, allowing my vigueur to be taken to speed up the natural healing process OR forcing my vigueur at their wound. Either way it's rough and not officially magic. That's why I'm not on healer duty much. And I can't exactly safely heal myself with that technique… I have to rely on someone like Voluer or take some of my roomie's vigueur in his sleep. (which is funny because he wakes up literally drained)
Where were we…? Oh that's right, those cheap magic users. When those users started entering in this ring they were able to change their partners fully into dependable weapons. At first, it was amazing, they had succeeded in fixing all our problems… then… it became pretty pathetic for us non-magic users. We were tossed around like rag dolls in the ring: our fleshy noodle-of-a-weapon against their hard-as-steal sword or javelin. All we could do was am for the wielder and not the weapon. Thus healers became more useful and not some group of people that were looked down upon… you have no idea how many times they've saved my sorry hide.
…but that's not important. Let's get back on track. Because the ring became dominated by magic users with elite-crafted weapons, they were forced to share their technique with the non-magic fighters. And from then, weapons became like what Zeph here is and completely changed the game: Attack the wielder, not the weapon… because it'll save you way more energy than it would take you to break their weapon.
Newbies never follow that rule the first time. (except for Voluer, he's crazy good with perceiving things like what weapon will break quicker) Like me. The first time I set foot into the ring I kept pounding at this guy's… Zomutt I think it was… Anyway, it finally gave way and… then… well, it's all fuzzy after that because that guy punched me in the face when my guard was down. Pretty embarrassing, hu?
Miles Cook if i was batman, he would be robin, and my life would tank.
Ai 'Jynx' Cure Where to begin with this brat? She's one of the grandaughters at the place where I work right now, and possibly the worst. No wait, I take that back: Nells has her moments. Any way to keep myself from getting fired by her antics, every morning I stop by a bakery a few blocks down and pick up some white chocolate in the shapes of butterflies. At first the shape was a reminder of what would happen if she did anything... and now... I guess you could call it just a friendly jesture since she like those things.
Other than that... I guess she's cool. I mean, when I'm not out fighting, at college, or giving my roommate grief, I'm hanging out with her. I know, that's pretty lame. But whatever.
Nelle Cure I like knocking on her door and slaping her when she answers.
Saguru Hakuba He lables his stuff funny. And his undies.
That Poogle he's a copywright infringement waiting to happen
Figures
sounds familar doesn't it?
These… are… hmm… I'm not really sure. My sponsor dropped some of my things off earlier, so maybe they're hers. Yeah, probably. Anyway, here are some of her models of both GUERRE and non-GUERRE fighters… and healers. If you like what you see I guess you could mail her here for a custom. Not for free of course, you'll have to offer something for them… maybe you make models too and can trade them? She does make each one from scratch, minus the base… so I don't know. Oh. Some rules for these since I don't want to get blamed for anything that might go wrong:
You can request for one to be made for app pets You can trade models that don't match my species You can display them anywhere, link back though? You can ask cauxiq for a trade if your models are nice
Don't enter these into any art-based contest Don't take one that isn't made for you Don't keep bothering my sponser if she says no Don't edit them yourself: it won't end nice
Collected
it's what I am you know
Awards
stare these are all mine baby
something. here. maybe
Photos
hey! get that camera away
-By Sponsers-
-By Others-
Faq
ring ring, talk to me okay
omg. ur so fat.
Portal
just us and the crowd
(stretches) It's about ready for me to go… my match starts in '30. …wait, what? No team matches scheduled for today, sorry about that. Healer Positions are always open though: you never know what catastrophe will roll on in. Anyway, I'll leave you with a list of names and photos of people that have stopped by and watched GUERRE, I'm sure some of them are interesting… why don't you go check them out? And if you want your contact info on here, just drop me or my sponsor a line alright? Maybe we can trade info.
Credits
shoot them for coins
Cauxiq here! Thank you so much for sticking around for the ride! To be serious, I'm actually surprised that you made it down here, but whatever. (smile) Anyway, below are credits to wonderful people, disclamers for various content, and... that should be it. Oh! In no order by the way! C:
@Boyfriend Yeah, no thanks to you. Prying me away from my sketch pad or computer... just kidding. But that doesn't mean I'm not still mad that you won't let me go to CVS to buy nc cards. Oh! Eiaux is waaaay cooler than any of your D&D or VTM characters. Nyaaaa~ @Keruha Although you probably don't know it, you were a great inspiration to me to actualy get off my butt and make a petpage. Serisouly, if it wasn't for you none of this would be here. Oh, and a side note, I will win any award you can dish out ;) @Spooki Thank you mucho-mucho for alowing me to stick (more like throw) Eiaux in with Sagu and Jynx for minor things! It seriously helped me devolpe his other wise boring character into something... a bit more normal. and look! Now he has a job and someone to teach him manners! yay~!
