Captured at last;

Just another day, just another stroll around the area. It was a boring day really. The sun shining brightly. People laying out getting a tan. Children playing in the streets. Just another day in the world. This man had nothing better really to do other then take a walk around the area and basically get himself lost. Kaharii hardly ever stepped outside of the house anymore due to his promise to his wife Rena, but he wanted fresh air. He wanted to smell the pollution of the hover cars and what not. It was a bit odd, but basically, he just wanted out. To see the sun once again.

Well, This wasn't really a great place to get caught up in . this was none other then the Siltharn Plaza. A market or bazaar that usually had random sweeps bye Aeon soldiers come through. Of course he, of all people could kill a few hundred foot soldiers of course, but to take on anything else? It was to dangerous. There was always the possibility of being tracked back home or killing other civilians. That wasn't something he wanted to happen. For one, it would probably put out an even more terrible and fear name for himself and he was trying to rid himself of that kind of fame.

Kaharii the Tormentor was the first, and last Riven left. The strongest, if you will, and he was well known as the Tormentor for killing those that had it coming to them. Such as Aeon. He was more known as a Hero rather then a villain, which is why no humans really cared if he walked their streets. If they saw him, they let him be. He was nothing more then another human to them, and that's all he was wanting to be in a sense. He had their respect and trust, and that's all he needed.

But today... He wasn't so lucky. As the Tormentor reared the corner to a well know patio area, with tables and chairs and what not, he found Aeon footmen already here, and that was all it took. He never carried his double Crescent out here. It was just a great big golden billboard saying 'Aeon! I'm over here!'. All he had was two daggers strapped to his back and another on the straps of his boot. They opened fire instantly on him, probably expecting him to come by or even on pure accident.

He really didn't have time to counter attack, so instead he rolled out of the way, and ducked underneath a table, flipping it over and using it as a shield. What kind of shit had he gotten into this time? Maybe this is what he deserved for not paying much attention to people around here any more, but it didn't mater now... He just needed to find a good way out of here. They seemed to be learning because they weren't using bullets. They where using what seemed like tranquilizers, from the sounds of them darts jabbing into the table he was using. They where learning, and he wasn't quit sure if he should be cussing about it or be happy for them. They where actually starting to learn that bullets never really worked the greatest on him. Sense of course, they did nothing but bounce off his skin. Needles on the other hand... Penetrated easily due to it's... Sharp, pointedness. Needless to say, he hated needles. Riven or not, he hated them all together and would never like them.

Quickly he stood back up, after hearing their guns click for a sign of them needing to reload, and quickly he made his way for the corner. Only... he was cornered again. They really had their shit together this time. They opened fire, filling him full of tranquilizers and having him collapse to the ground, grinding his teeth in anger. He was finally caught... Just because of some stupid mistake he did on his part... How lovely this was. He may never be able to see his family again because he decided to goof off, and make mistakes.

Someone came bye and grabbed his arm. Boney ghost white hands. He heard the voice say "Finally!" Before his eye's gave in, and he drifted off to sleep. What would happen to him now, was all up to the rebellion, and hopefully, Suyis would help out as well. He could only hope that Suyis would do the right thing.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

A myth becoms a l e g e n d;;

Many rumors had already spread like wild fire about a large man, unable to fall to his enemy's. A perfect warrior. A being filled with nothing but blood lust and the need to watch beings fall before him in nothing but a bloody puddle. This was one kind of being... That everyone feared, and yet... Feared nothing. If someone was to cross his path on the streets of Mangor, no one would really notice him. No one would know that the very being that they feared so, was breathing down their neck as they laughed cheerfully and chatted with their friends. He was the only one known as Kaharii the Tormentor, and yet know one knew him. Nothing more then a shadow. A myth. A Legend.

That was until this day. See. Kaharii was always a quiet man, not talking unless provoked or needed. He merely observed everything. Which way the wind was blowing. What the clouds where doing. What people said to both him and whispered to others. All of his senses where extremely high, especially his hearing and sight. The two most important to him. He wasn't always able to see. At one point he was blind, but after having a surgical shine job done on both of his eye's, it granted him the ability to see in the dark at least. Of course he got a couple different looks when he wandered without his goggles, but what did that really matter to him? Nothing.

Walking down an small ally way of a port he found himself in front of many. Many with weapons in their hands, and smiles of determination on their face. He only stood there in front of them all, his double crescent blade on his back, and his hands in the pockets of his black baggy jeans. A small smile already on his face which seemed very odd for him. He was happy this day. This was a day a large and wide corporation would fall to it's knee's at the name that was his own. This day he would lead a rebellion to destroy the corporation that destroyed so many lives. So many family's. So many beings.

You see, the title of 'Kaharii the Tormentor' could have been seen as two different ways. A being that only strives to kill all who crossed his path, or the being that only killed those that deserved it. Killed those that needed to be disposed of that Natural selection was unable to get to in time. He was of course, the later. He was one of the many that wished GC to fall. So now... This isolated myth was soon to become one of the greatest legends in history.

Still he stood there, looking over the men and listening to the other Captains give out their speeches. Once they where done, he spoke himself. Calm, cool, collected.

"Everyone! Some of you may know me, some of you may not. I am sure you will learn today what it means. For those of you that do not know me, I am the demon Kaharii. The Tormentor. Today is one of the greatest in history. We all will be written down as heroes that decided to fight, and die for a greater cause. Some of us will survive. Some of us will not. So... If you do end up becoming one of those few that do fall to this war, know that your death will not go in vain. You all have great power, completing one another. This is it. This is our last battle. We will win this war! FALL OUT!!!

That was the last he spoke of before turning and running towards the front doors of GC. The very company he worked for, he was leading the Rebellion to destroy. This was the making of a legend. Turning from just a myth, just a story to scare the little kids, just a rumor, into one of the greatest know legends of war. Of peace. The one that would forever live to be known as "Kaharii the Tormentor".                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Uprising of W A R;;

The great, overwhelming smell of chemicals and pollution was nearly poison to him. It was a great and powerful wave that smacked into him when he got past the Chemical Lab. Kaharii had his ideas together once again. Long ago, he infiltrated one of the universes biggest threats, dressed just like one of their soldiers. This was no different.

The long black cape, and metallic armor shined brightly against the lights of the halls. He was just another member of Aeon walking through the halls to follow his bosses orders. At least that's what he seemed to be doing to everyone else.

Whispers of Geniuses, and a Phoenix came to his ears. It wasn't hard to figure out who they were talking about. Rena and Nyori. the very two he came to rescue, along with the others as well. Both Niko and Nate where already here. Niko on his way to save some guy that tried to help him escape earlier this morning. Nathanule was on his way towards Nyori, climbing through the Landry shoots.

"Good luck you two..."

That was the only thing he could mutter, as he idly walked around. He was searching for Seth. His well known step son, and the one he came here to kill. And if all was going as planed, Suyis was on his way towards Rena bye now as well.

This was the uprising of the long needed war.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Only the S T R O N G E S T Shall survive;

It was just another buisness call for him. Word was that there had been quit a bit of activity up in these moutains bye Aeon, and as his now proclaimed occupation, Kaharii was here to do his job, and whipe them all out of existence. Money was apart of this kind of job, but it had little meaning for him. All Kaharii really cared about in this life, was to whipe out Aeon all together; Alone or not.

It didn't seem like it was hardly noon, yet the dark clouds we're already rolling in with a blizzard shreeking in the distance. Only a couple more minutes, and he would be buried alive in the down falling snow. It was bad enough already for him; His skin was blue, and his lips now turning a shade of purple, and the cloths he was wearing wasn't exactly the best for this kind of situation. A nice, clean white dress shirt, and a pair of baggy blue-jeans and dress shoes.

He was a bit lucky though to have his size and mass on his side. As a Riven he was naturally strong, and 'buff', but most of his muscle came from his phsyical training from when he was still human. Now, all he seemed to have gained from this, was the fact he had a enormus sword that he could swing around easily, and a bit more endurence against wounds. It was a bit dissapointing now though. The people he once lived among now saw him as a monster and beast because of the one, simple change...

"It's fate." He said aloud, thinking about that bit in his head, and then begain his way back up towards the base of the camp. The Rumors were true; There was a camp up here, and it seemed to going quit well for them. Now all he needed to do was get up there and kill them all, and hopefully this would damage Aeon, even a little.

It seemed that there was also another Experiment wandering around here, and... not a very agressive one either. This Experiment seemed to have a calm sense to it, and didn't really seem to be on the 'loosing' (Aeon) side.

He stoped dead in his tracks, and latched ahold of his blue, bald head and slowly rubed it trying to heat the skin up. "I'm growing my damn hair back out..." He said in a bit more then a whisper. He no longer had feeling in his hands or body for that matter, due to the cold blizard winds smashing into him, aand carring theat scent down the moutain, away from him.

It wasn't long untill he found a small cave, and walked inside, deciding to wait the storm out here untill it decided to calm for a bit. The thooughts of who that was though... The Experiment. Why would it be here if it was a run away...? "Who was that...?"