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News & Updates January 19th-20th.... Typed like a madwoman!
January 18th.... Sketched Izil's human reference sheet! Colored and fixed up his Krawk ref, the NERVE Robots ref, and his human ref!
January 14th-17th.... Sketched some NERVE robot reference sheets. Finals at school, too!
January 13th.... Edited text. Started adding little extra details here and there (:
January 12th.... Finished the layout picture! Set up the layout for the application and fixed the links on the signs.






Hello guest, and welcome to my application for Izil!
The links on the left-hand side will activate as the rounds go on! For now, because it's only the first round, only Izil's design and story will be on this page (: Then, as the rounds progress, the appropriate content will be added!
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{Why? What did you say, Izil? You think you're pretty good looking? I think so, too!}

The creation of Izil's design is a story in itself! There were good times, there were bad times. There were times of frustration, times where I'd party like a rockstar (seriously). It was a fun trip, so I figured that before I go into detail about Izil's actual design, I'd tell you about how that design came to be!

The day after I decided to apply for Izil, I sat my rear down and got to business. I mean, what is a character without his or her own design? A design gives a pet personality. A design gives a pet their call to fame!
I don't know what is was, but Izil really inspired me! He had somehow sparked some creativity within me and I just had to start sketching some concepts. So up to my room I went, straight to my desk with a pencil ready in hand.
Well....I soon realized that "coming up with a design" was easier said than done.

It took many, many tries for me to get something I liked. Guess you could say I'm a bit of a perfectionist! It was either, "Oh, well, this head isn't the right shape," or, "This part doesn't look right...", or something else. But after several frustrating attempts, I had finally come up with a sketch! And I have to say, I thought it was the "one and only". Here's what it looked like after I colored it:



A few days passed, and things started to look...well, not as good as before D: I couldn't think of any story that I really liked for Izil!
Some ideas had been floating around in my head, but none of them really excited me. Air pirate, theif, boat maker, wind sailor.... nothing really stood out at me. So I abandoned the idea and went back to square one.

One night, perhaps the night after I had given up on my original design for Izil, I sat down with my sketchbook. I closed my eyes and put my pencil on the paper. When my eyes were open, there was the design I had been looking for all along...right on that paper.
OKAY YEAH. I WISH it had been that easy! XD Naaah...I sat down with my sketchbook, doodled some krawk heads, and eventually had enough motivation to finish one sketch. I added a ski mask because I was too lazy to draw eyes at the time. After that, I just went with the flow and let my mind do the work.
When I was done sketching, adding a little detail here or there, I was extremely, extremely happy (which is very rare when it comes to making designs for me XD;) I was positive that this design wasn't going to be one of those change-it-ten-thousand-times-before-I'm-happy-with-it-but-
in-the-end-realize-that-I-should-have-just-started-the
-whole-thing-over designs. This was the design that had been resting in my mind all along. This, I knew, was THE design for Izil. And I knew that this design was perfect for my ideas for Izil.



Yes, I was extremely happy with my design for Izil, but I only had his krawk design down! I somehow felt that he would be more of a human character than he would be a krawk character, meaning that his "krawk form" would be more of a representation (like a fursona). Although if there were ever to be a "quad/anthro only" roleplay, his krawk form would be used! So I had Izil's krawk reference sheet done, but I still felt the need to make up a human appearance for Izil.

As I brainstormed for Izil's human appearance, his story began to solidify in my head. Things were starting to appear less fuzzy and more clear in my mind (IT'S SUCH A GOOD FEELING WHEN THAT HAPPENS XD!).
So now, with ideas in my head, I was back to my sketchbook.
Surprisingly, it didn't take long before my ideas had been sketched down on that paper and I was going to my sister to see what she thought! (My sister is my critique for all my art and writing, although she doesn't draw much herself! She's a good writer, and her advice is helpful.) She liked it, so I figured it was the final draft.



It was a day or two after I had finished Izil's human reference picture, and I began to feel uneasy about it. Well, not the ENITRE design, just little parts here and there. "His jacket just looks like any other jacket...the button-close front is too bold...the right sleeve is far too neutral in comparison to the right sleeve...". Y'know. Dumb stuff that only I really care about because I'm a huge perfectionist... XD;
Anyway...the week in school was FINALS! This meant that after taking a test for a class, I had a sliver of free time! I used this free time to scribble out some more ideas, piece by piece. When I got home, I finished up the idea with small details and whatnot. After scanning, my concept was colored and I added some information onto it.



Let me tell you, I was very happy with how his human reference sheet turned out C: Although it may not look at all different than the first human Izil I drew, the jacket and sleeves were slightly different (it meant a lot to me, personally, to have changed that jacket). But now I finally had a ref that I was happy with! Whoohoo!

Also throughout Finals Week, I was throwing some ideas around for details in Izil's story. After finishing my tests, I doodled some concepts down on a piece of scrap paper.



And there were the robots! (You'll learn about what "N.E.R.V.E." means and what these robots do in Izil's story. For now, just read their details, please!) The B2 was originally going to be a sketch of a random thing from Star Wars (don't ask XD), but I then added the armor, the legs, and, well, it turned out to be almost velociraptor-like! In my mind (almost in a video-format, I guess), I could see these guys dashing through the ruins of a city on strong legs. So I figured they would fit perfectly in with Izil's story and continued drawing. As for the T6 robots, I had planned on basing them off of turtles. In the end, they looked like heavily-armored beetles, which worked out okay (:

So it's 11 pm one night, and I can't get to sleep! Oh no! What's that, sketchbook? You want me to draw Izil's homeland? What a brilliant idea! Here's my pencil, here's the paper, let's get to it!



What does the name Echlind mean? I don't know! :D It just sounded like a name for a city in the mountains.

So now that you've heard the story behind how Izil's appearance and all that was thought up and made, I suppose you'd like to hear the details about Izil's appearance!



HIS KRAWK FORM:
{an animal representation of himself}

Body Shape...: As a krawk, Izil's body shape is slightly short and stocky, yet athletic. He's not starved, but he's not overweight. His limbs are of average length in comparison to his body, and one might describe his feet as "squashy" with small, gripping claws. Izil isn't very flexible, but he has great endurance. So although he wouldn't be able to arch his back like a cat, he'd be able to run for several miles at an even pace without stopping. Izil is the size of a medium-large dog. You could wrap your arms around him to give him a hug, but you'd have some difficulty with picking him up! For instance, you wouldn't want Izil to sleep on your lap. Rather, you'd want him to sleep at the foot of your bed.
How He Walks...: Izil usually walks on all fours, like a dog. However, he does have enough balance to push off the ground and stand on two feet. One two legs, he can take a few steps before falling down again. So he usually just walks around on all fours ("quad").
Skin...: Instead of being covered in scales like most krawks, Izil has a very dense coat of powdery grey-blue fur. This layer of fur protects him from the cold, snowy environment that he lives in.
Face Shape...: "Angularly rounded" is probably the best way to describe Izil's face/jaw/head. His snout is short, considering he's a krawk, with two small nostrils. His neck isn't very long or human-like; it's more "connected" to Izil's head and his body.
Eyes...: Bright dark green in color, almost like a gleaming emerald. You can't exactly see their color when Izil is wearing his mask, though!
Ears...: Izil's ear "holes" have been wired up to these mechanical "antennae" on either side of his head. These antennae enhance his hearing abilities and can pick up various waves.
Wings...: AIRPLANE WINGS! As a krawk, Izil has airplane wings attached to his back (: Does he fly with them? Yes - a bit, actually! He only has airplanes in his krawk form, though.
Tail...: To put it in short, Izil's tail is LONG (...No pun intended! XD;) It helps him keep his balance. At the end of his tail the fur gets longer and acts more like hair.

HIS HUMAN FORM:
{the "true" Izil}

Body Shape...: Like his krawk-self, Izil's human body shape is slightly shorter than average, somewhat stocky, but athletic. He stands about 5' 5" and weighs around 125 lbs (mostly muscle weight).
Skin...: Having lived in a cold, harsh mountain climate his entire life, Izil's skin is calloused in most places (his hands, feet, elbows, and knees). You could say that his complexion is "farmer's skin"; after facing harsh winds, freezing cold, and sunburn (which is very common in snowy areas - the white snow enhances the chances of being sunburned), Izil's skin has toughened up! As for color, Izil's complexion is a rosy light-tan. In the cold, a harsh pink easily spreads across his face, although he doesn't feel as cold as he looks!
Hair...: Izil's hair is fairly unusual. Although he's only a young adult, his hair roots are as white as that of an old man's. Throughout his hair are crimson-red highlights. However, Izil is not the only person with white hair among the civilization he lives in - there are several people. Although it does occur, it is quite uncommon.
Eyes...: His eyes, like his krawk form, are a gleaming dark green. He almost always wears his mask to shield his sensitive eyes from the dry, cold winter air (his eyes are fairly dry as is, and the cold air doesn't help).
Ears...: During the N.E.R.V.E. attack (which you'll learn about in Izil's story), the left side of Izil's head was damaged by an explosive. The majority of his ear was blown off. When under the care of N.E.R.V.E. nurses, doctors, and staff, it was decided that his right ear (which was also fairly damaged) would be removed along with the remainder of his left ear. Izil's ear drums were removed and replaced with mechanical hearing devices. These devices were, after being wired to his brain, wired up to two mechanical "antennae" on either side of his head. These antennae improved Izil's hearing to the point where he can hear the faintest of noises, and also allow him to pick up various signals and waves (including radio).
Attire ...: What is a person without clothes? Well, they'd be pretty cold, and that's no good! Izil can't wear just a lioncloth! So...what exactly does he wear? You'll almost ALWAYS see Izil wearing his N.E.R.V.E. uniform - a black button-up jacket with seemingly buttoned-on sleeves. By the waist, this jacket has a large width of steelblue stretch-fabric, allowing the wearer free and comfortable movement. Izil's pants are a dark dusty red color, and are made of a light denim cloth. The interior of these "jeans" is lined with the same soft insulator cloth that lines the inside of his N.E.R.V.E. jacket. Around his waist Izil wears a "harness" of sorts. While the strap around his waist acts as a belt (can't have his pants falling down, can he?), the lower two straps wrap around his lower thigh. Connected to these two lower straps are knee pads. Izil's shoes are more like boots. The tops rise just up below his knees and continue down to a thick, ice-gripping boot sole. The inside of the boot is lined with an insulator and some fur (fuir = warmmm). Cupped around the heel and over the top of the boot is a sort of "boot anklet". This mechanical fixing has two antennae on either side of the heel which sent out a tracking signal to N.E.R.V.E. headquarters. The bottom of the heel has an advanced gripping system, clinging to almost all icy surfaces. To top it all off, Izil wears a long red scarf around his neck. Not only does this scarf help shield his neck from the icy winds - when working with mechanics, things can get smoky, oily, and quite dirty. In this case, Izil will pull his scarf up over his mouth an nose; the fibers in the scarf act as a crude air filter, allowing him to continue his work with no difficulties in breathing.


You've seen my designs for Izil; you've learned how those designs came about (Sorry if that part was boring at all, by the way! I thought you might like to hear about the whole "trip" I went through to get his design :D); you've been told everything about his appearance.
Now, with those images, details, and questions floating around in your mind, I'm going to tell you a story.
Keep in mind - this story is not one of despair. It is not a story of joy, of failure, or of success. It is simply the retelling of someone's life, of their own personal journey that a few words cannot describe.
I'll leave you to gather your own conclusions.

Now...shall I begin?





PROLOGUE
Cold steel. Tall angels carved to perfection, they stood strong against the blustering, biting winds of the mountaintops. A city of steel, run by steel, living by steel, sat tucked away in the summits. Metal stacks pumped out darkness, burning the good that had come from the once-fertile land. A river twined through the ground. Its pure, gleaming surface had long since died off, tainted by the dirt and waste that the settlers had brought with them decades ago. No longer was this mountainous terrain a crystalline paradise of ice. White had turned to grey, and the magic of the land had gone. Now, the city of steel stood tall on the peaks of the mountains. It was an unseen civilization, shrouded by its own smoke.
Echlind", they called it. A name with no meaning for a city with no future; the two seemed to fit well together. The residents called it "home", living their lives blindly as they ignored their slowly dying city. The blackened lungs of the factories were gradually crippling away. The peaks of the mountains had been drained of all life, and only cold stone would be left behind. The signs were openly visible to the people of Echlind. They had chosen to ignore the negative aspects of their society. They continued the use of their electricity, of their power, heating the steel they lived in as the land around them grew colder. It didn't matter to them ���¢�¯�¿�½�¯�¿�½ it didn't seem to matter to anyone in the city. For dozens of years they had been living happily. They wondered, "How could anything bad possibly happen to our home? We are indestructible. We are segregated from the world! No one can touch us on this mountain. We are feared and we are safe."

People would later say that their ignorance was their death.

There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers are below me
Digging underground.

Feel them building all around me
Like a wrap of armored skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within.

Autumn had reached the industrial city of Echlind, but there were no trees to give way to their leaves. Only the sharpening of the winds and graying of the skies showed the side of a new season on those mountaintops. The greenhouse-grown summer crops had been harvested from their soil and were sent to the food administration for storing and distribution. The salt storage shacks had been filled, while teams of workers readied themselves for salting the icy walkways and airplane runways of their buildings. The season of Autumn was a time of preparation for the people of Echlind; it was one step closer to the ever-expected harsh winter that came around every year.
To put it in short, people were busy. The under-mountain passageways that wound through the interior of the mountains were traffic-ladened, families rushing to the food distributor's building for their winter meals, over to the next building to purchase more fuel for their gas-powered heaters. This time of business heightened their ignorance. Commonly thought was, We have more important things to worry about.
After such a busy season, Winter left the people of Echlind in their homes, ignorance still high. The perfect time, some would later think, For what happened.

And on this land, we cast our fortune
And on this ground, we make our home


CHAPTER ONE: First Warnings
Fifteen years ago... {the year 252; autumn season}
A child's footsteps landed softly across a compacted ground of snow, one after the other. It was a propelling and refreshing rhythm, that child's running. Rarely would anyone be outside of their homes for recreational purposes. Why play in the snow when they could be working? But the young minds of Echlind were fresh and pure, not yet tainted by the industry that had devoured their home. This child, lost in his fantasy world or play, was not solitary. Several young ones scurried about in a gated pen outside of the daycare, each bundled up in a thick coat and wrapped about in a scarf.
A middle-aged woman, garbed in enough furs to be mistaken for a bear, watched over the youngsters, a twinkle in her eyes behind her glasses. Having no children of her own, these kids were her happiness of the day. Their parents would drop them off, unable to leave them alone as they sped off to their jobs. This woman, Ms. Marshall, loved those children for the hours that they were under her watch. And the children loved Ms. Marshall as a temporary auntie.
Young Christopher's tumbling about stopped abruptly. He straightened up, shining blue eyes fixated on the ground in front of him. His questioning stare fluttered across the scene.
What's THAT?" inquired Rachel, who was a year older than Christopher, as she ran up to the boy with her younger friend, Isaac.
Dunno." He replied shortly. Rachel briefly paused, took a step backwards, and scrambled over to Ms. Marshall. Isaac, the white-haired toddler, remained silently next to Christopher, his curious green eyes looking over the strange spectacle on the ground.
Ms. Marshall! Ms. Marshall! Rachel eagerly called up to her caretaker, There's something over there by Christopher!
Is there now? Ms. Marshall played along, smiling as she took Rachel's hand and let her lead the way. As they approached the spot where he stood, Christopher looked up to Ms. Marshall and pointed a finger to the ground before him.
There, in front of Christopher's little boots, was a patch of dry soil amidst the snow. The exposed ground was dry and not a blade of grass peaked through its surface. Most curious of all was what was carved into the earth before them, cut cleanly into the ground with thick, ragged letters.

Curious fear gripped Ms. Marshall's features, her entire body frozen. "NERVE"...she had heard it before - maybe once or twice in the past year - but usually from the lips of drunken or crazed men, talking of the end of the world. But still, the tension that filled her was enough. Tightening her grip on Rachel's small hand, Ms. Marshall raised her voice. Children! Outdoor's time is over, and it's time to go back inside!
The children, well-aware that their time outside had been cut shorter than usual, obediently filed back into a building. Ms. Marshall returned to the etched letters in the ground and kicked up the loose dirt around the letters, hoping to cover them up. She piled a thin layer of snow over the bare ground and evened it out. Sure enough, it now looked just as the surrounding snow, the message removed and ignored.


CHAPTER TWO: Signs Return
Fifteen years later... {the year 267; winter season}
Isaac! came a faint voice, tugging at his null mind, Isaac! I'm going to work now. Your older brother has already left... Make sure you wake your mother up and get yourself ready for your job. I'll see you later tonight. The last phrase ended all too soon. Steps started off loud, gradually growing softer until reaching the shutting of a door.
The now 17 year-old boy lazily rolled out of bed and straightened himself up. Blundering out of his simple room and down the narrow, plan hallway, he made his way to the family-shared bathroom. A quick look in the mirror; a hand running through his messily cut, white hair down to it's crimson tips. (Surprising as it is, he wasn't the only one with white hair in Echlind - it's a recessive gene, but is appears every now and then.) With a small band, he tied the loose ends of his hair to a ponytail at the base of his neck and slid into his navy blue work coveralls. Insulated pants went on over those, tied up at the waist with a belt. Right...to his parent's bedroom he went.
His mother, ill with a severe cold, lay in bed, sound asleep. Her breathing was relaxed, but each breath was hoarse. Dark brown hair fell across her husband's pillow to the right, and her eyelids laid heavy over her dark green eyes, the same ones Isaac had inherited.
Mom, Isaac whispered, lightly grasping her hand on the comforter, I'm off to work now. Feel better soon, okay? He gave her hand a light squeeze, gently set it back, and left the room.
After a rushed breakfast, Isaac exited the front door of his family's small home. Down the corridor he stepped, shoving his hands into a pair of gripping gloves. A few minutes down the door-lined hallways of the homing complex, Isaac reached the "Walkway", the main "artery" or transportation within the mountains. The people of Echlind lived embedded in the mountaintops, and it was difficult to navigate on the sides of the peaks, so large tunnels had been constructed between all buildings for easy navigation.
The Walkway was very similar to a road Highway or Freeway in the way that is consists of large stretches of paved road. Each direction had six lanes, with the faster vehicles to the left and the slower to the right. On the outer lanes of the Walkway were the community transportation vehicles (the CVs - which are basically buses), which was what Isaac took to his work. The only thing that was different about the Walkway, other than it winding through the interior of a mountain, were the vehicles that sped its length. The "cars" of Echlind resembled motorcycles - two wheels and an exposed driver. What was different about these, though, was their speed. These bikes were incredibly fast, having been designed in such an advanced, aerodynamic way. The speed limit on the Walkway was a maximum of 120 MPH, which was considered "safe". People had wanted things to be better, faster, and stronger.
Five minutes or so had passed when the CV Isaac had boarded came to a halt at his work station. Along with several other passengers, he stepped out of the steel truck and onto the "sidewalk" area lit by fluorescent fixtures hanging overhead. Down the nearest hallway he went, following all signs leading to the "Weather Relief Services" building. On his way down the underground hallway, amidst the scattered groups of his coworkers, something caught the corner of Isaac's eye. But when he paused, the glimmer of metal in the corner of the hall had disappeared, leaving behind only a few scratches.
Quickly, Isaac stepped over to the scratches on the metal flooring. He bent down briefly, enough time to scan over the damage. His -disallowed_word-Maggie), was sitting upright, legs crossed, on her side of the bed. Her dark chestnut hair had been tied back, exposing those bright green eyes that she shared with her younger son.
Isaac? she asked, her voice still hoarse. Although her son was seventeen, this mother placed no limits on her motherly love for her two sons. Izzy... she repeated, using his childhood nickname, You're shaking, dear. What's wrong? Are you frightened? Isaac sat down next to his middle-aged mother. Maggie place a hand on her son's shoulder.
What's wrong, Isaac?
The words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't tell her the potential danger...what if he was wrong? No, he had to let her know. They had to get out of the city as soon as they could.
Mom, he said, his words quivering, Echlind...we think that Echlind is going to be attacked soon. We need to get out of here.
His mother's face was dead serious for a split second, when a smile spread across her face. Now, Isaac. You're a reasonable boy. When did such thoughts get put into your head that Echlind is under attack? Izzy, this city has the best defense of all mountainous cities. Nobody would dare attack us!
His own mother didn't believe him. Isaac knew he had to do something to get out of this place. His senses left him. Without thinking, he grabbed hold of his mother's hand and pulled her out of the bedroom into the front foyer. She fought his grip and slid away angered.
What's gotten into you!? she shouted, taking a step back. Isaac, I don't know what in the world is going on, but your father is coming home soon. Why don't you just wait here and talk things over with him...? Frustrated, Isaac said, I can't wait, mom! There's something coming and we don't know when it's going to reach this place! We-

A distant rumbling noise interrupted Isaac's retort. Compacted thundering. The sound increased. Pictures hanging on the walls shuddered.
Isaac...what exactly is going on here?, His mother asked darkly.
Isaac's stinging eyes shut for a moment, and he sighed. His exhale was long and slow, as if he was trying to breathe out his fear. His mind was clear, unclouded by his racing emotions he had felt earlier.
Like I said, mom. We're under attack.
A stronger rumble lightly shook the house. Maggie gave a rasped cough as her eyes darted to the farthest wall.
Isaac, I'm sure it's just some construction. Now stop worrying and-
White. Blinding, piercing white heat stabbing through every limb in his body. He was being torn apart. Fire was in his blood, rushing in through his skin. It was a battle inside him. The pain was eating away at his body, crushing him, condensing him. He was fading. He was losing the battle.
And then things became clearer.
Ruins of steel and concrete, furniture and fire. Screams and clouded darkness. Isaac found himself in partial darkness, a ripple of light forcing its way in through a crack in the shadows above. My body feels like it's being crushed... He craned his head up to the crack and realized that his arms were pinned at his side. After what seemed like ages of struggling, these were freed, and he was pushing himself up towards that crack. His back pushed up against the rubble. Pain shook Isaac's body, but his strength faltered not. Finally, the weight fell away, and Isaac found himself standing in Echlind's worst nightmare.
It was like stepping into a war zone. Colossal towers, once tall-standing and strong, lay destroyed and ruined on the mountainside like fallen dominos. Fires blazed across the fallen giants' paths, tainting the sky with billowing clouds of black smoke. In the distance, along the side of the opposite peak across the river, Isaac saw what appeared to be giant, dark blue beetles, shooting down at the buildings. They moved slowly across the land, their shimmering bullets sending walls crumbling.
Synchronous mechanical footsteps sounded from behind, and Isaac spun around. Nearly a half mile away stood these two-legged robots with thick, whipping tails. They appeared to be small things in comparison to the beetle-like robots, standing a little over one story tall. Isaac also took note of their agility and speed. They're metal bird feet sprinted through the rubble like it was nothing. And that's when he realized that these two-legged destroyers were headed straight for him.
Adrenaline racing through him, Isaac took a leaping step through the rubble, only to stumble and fall to the ground again. On the ground, a wave of heat passed through the air as an explosion sounded in the distance. I've got to get moving! he silently screamed to himself. Gritting his teeth, the boy leapt off the ground again and blundered forward. Isaac's right leg continued to falter in his pace, but his determination left him with only thoughts of escaping the battlefield.
Mom... His steps immediately ceased as his right leg locked up on him. Lost in a mix of fear and instinct, he had completely forgotten about his mother! After a quick glance at the rubble that used to be his home, Isaac shook his head. I'll never be sure of anything at this point...I need to keep moving... he convinced himself, back on his feet and running once more. Pain stung every inch of his body, even tendon and bone in his body was at it's limit, ready to crumble at any given moment.
I need to get out of here...explosions...firing on us... Racing thoughts spun around in the back of Isaac's mind as he continued to dash forward. Were the explosions getting louder? It felt like an earthquake was shaking the ground. Rising smoke and hot ashes blew across Isaac's face. He wasn't even aware of the cold winds that broke through the heat of the blazing fires. Need to get away... Other people were running, too. Screams, tears, people sobbing over piles of rubble. Get up and get moving! Isaac shouted at them, his voice ragged and hoarse. Can't you see that- He could have sworn that it was thunder, an explosion in the distance. One thousand knives cutting across the side of his face, down his side, down his leg. Heat pouring in through his cuts, through every pore in his body. His body was boiling, his skin was surely being torn off. The air was purely smoke, dirt, and heat - an unimaginable heat that was carving into his body like some voracious monster. And then it was over.

And everything went from white to black.


I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break


AFTERMATH and EXPLAINATIONS
The group that attacked Echlind is called NERVE, which stands for New Earth Robotics Vitiation Enforcement. This group, despite its name, is made by humans and run by humans. It's "goal" or "job" is to destroy areas that are over-industrialized and wipe them off the face of the Earth. Once the civilization is in ruins, they burn the entire area of the land and fertilize the soil. Their goals are positive - they just want to get rid of the places that pollute the Earth and replace them with flourishing nature. However, their warning system (as you read in the story), is crude, and people usually don't understand what to do.

So the NERVE come along and start destroying Echlind, but, of course, people are still there. Now, in NERVE, most of the offensive robots are manned by people. So after a while, the people controlling this machines of destruction realize, "OH MY GOSH; WE'RE ACTUALLY BLOWING PEOPLE UP! OH NO WE GOTTA STOP!!!". So eventually, they DO stop, but people are injured. So after they were done destroying the mountaintops, they gathered up as many remaining people as they could and sent them to their headquarters, where the huge hospital is located.

Well, what exactly happened to Isaac that caused him to faint? Well, the right side of Isaac's body had been damaged by an explosive set off by a B2 (the two-legged, fast robots). His right ear, actually, was almost completely blown off (D:). So once he was in the NERVE hospital, nurses used their nanobots (little microscopic robots) to take care of his wounds and burns. However, the nanobots CAN'T replace cartilage, so Isaac's right ear wouldn't be replaced. But the nurses noticed that his left ear was damaged beyond repair, and his eardrums were damaged. So they removed his left ear, along with the remainder of his right ear, and his eardrums. These were replaced with mechanical hearing devices that were wired to his brain (sounds funny, huh?). These wires were then connected to a pair of antennae that had been fused the either side of Isaac's head. The antennae enhanced Izil's hearing abilities, allowed him to pick up various sound waves (including radio! XD)

When Isaac was healing in the hospital, a nurse asked for his name. "Isa...Isil..." he murmured. So the nurse wrote down "Izil", which was what she had heard, and moved on. That's how Isaac's name changed to Izil.

After his wounds healed, Izil decided to join the NERVE group. He hoped to improve their "methods" of destroying over-industrialized areas, and became a member of the engineering branch. Presently, he works on wiring, constructing, and test-running robots and planes for NERVE.

Izil's mom survived the attack. She was not crushed by the rubble, but was simply trapped underneath it. After the attack, as rescue teams searched the remains, they found her along with dozens of other survivors. Izil's dad and brother, too, survived the attack. The factory that the two worked at was only lightly damaged. However, a piece of falling equipment pinned Izil's brother Mark by the arm. By the time the rescue teams reached the factory, Mark's arm had lost all flow of blood and had to be amputated. Izil's family waited for months for his body to show up, but no news came. They assumed him to be dead, and went on in life.

Izil is unaware that his family is still alive. There is no chance that he will ever see them again, as they will remain in the ruins of Echlind and continue to rebuild their lost home.



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