Character Profile: Lanimus Emkari

You remember the Character Profiles I did a while back? Well, I deiced to do another one. This one of my "bad guys". His name is Lanimus Emkari. He's pretty, freakin' awesome if I do say so myself.

Oh, and this time I'm only going to give a picture and a small brief on his part in the story. So, enjoy!

(Okay, it was hard to find a picture that fit Lanimus using Shia Labouf as his 'model'. xD This was th best one I could find. Awesome movie, by the way.)

 Lanimus is the youngest Sora (King) out of all the Worlds. He's clever, manipulative and charismatic, which means no one questions his background. Lanimus has already gained the trust of all of Remar, the world he's Sora over. Everyone is amazed by his wisdom, but none know the real Lanimus and what his mission really is. If they did, they wouldn't entrust their lives with him any longer.

Okay, that was really, really crappy, but hey--you get the idea, right? Lanimus, well, I love Lanimus. AWESOME should be his name. And look who's modeling for him! Yeah, you get my point. Lanimus rocks.

;]

Akita Fiel

{Akita Fiel}

Full Name: Unknown 

Age: Unknown, estimated to be 16 or 17. 

Gender: Female

Personality: Much like the breed of dog breed [Akita Inu] she's named after. Playful, loyal, fearless, but also, sometimes reserved. Her actions towards you always depend on who you are, where she is, and her mood. She's spontaneous, no one can ever predict her actions. 


Appearance: 
Hair:Shoulder length brown-ish black hair. It's usually unkempt and pulled back into a braid or ponytail.
Face: Deep brown eyes, oval/diamond shaped face, bronze colored skin, arching eyebrows. 
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135
Farley long legs and arms. 
Usually found wearing black clothing or any other dark colors. Sticks mainly to jeans, tee-shirt and hoodie.


Significant In Story:  Main Character.


Back Story: She lived at Osan Combat School, in Sector 6K, since she was five . That's all she can remember.    




Akita randomly shows up. There is no other way to say it. No one knows were she came from and how she got here but one thing is for sure: she's not human, in any way. A Governmental lab studies her and the wild, black stallion, whom she calls Sol, she arrived with not long after she shows up, in America. They give her a name; Akita Fiel. Naming her after the breed of dog she's most like. The Government is amazed by her fighting ability, strength and stamina. Plans are being made to find out if there are any more of her type but she's planning too. She no longer wants to stay under the labs microscope and, as she finds out, nether do the Lost, a group of people just like her. Confusion breaks out, friends betray friends, no one is sure who to trust, but most of all, death is striking left and right, slowly taking down everyone. 


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Well, my peeps, what do you think? Every now and again I'll be posting Character Profiles! Akita is the first one. It's hard to do with her because there's so much you'd need to know about the story to get her. I really like her name, even though, in a sense, it's kind of--expected. Well, I mean, it's kind of regular sounding--if possible. So many heroine, kick-butt, fantasy characters have names like that. I make no sense? I make no sense. Haha! Anyway, I am aware that's a picture of Rhianna. Rhianna, I'm said to say, is the only person I could find that had a picture that would fit Akita and also looked like her. Rhianna is truly beautiful, I just don't like her much. I won't let my prejudices get in the way! Haha!


Next, I'll do ether Sol, Xavier, or Cole. Who should I do next? You tell me!


With much love,
Lia

The Fall of Fate by Lia

Here is part of a random story I am writing. Enjoy! Ignore my terrible grammar, please! And tell me what you think--even if it's just my mother and friend who read this. I'm willing to live with that. :]

Pain tore through every inch of Gabri's body. The unbearable ache was pushing her to the terrifying brink of insanity. She knew this was the way it was suppose to be though. This was the truth; the one thing that held her back from letting out that desperate cry for help that sat right behind her bloody, chapped lips. She blindly stumbled down the school hallway as the hot pain surged through her like the very blood in her veins, burning with furious intensity inside of her. The scream that itched to spring from her swelled up in a restlessness before slowly settling back down in her chest. She was almost there, almost to the very doors she had stared at minutes ago with a positive attitude towards the whole thing. How could she have been so ignorant, so narrow sighted? Only a fool like her would stride right into this painful torture.

A couple more slow, sluggish steps and she would be there. She would be out of this hell hole she had fallen into. With all the strength she could summon through all the pain she flung herself on the door. It swung open and she fell forwards onto the hot pavement. Everything was hot. The pavement, her body and the blood that trickled down her neck and legs. Her breathing became slower, a little more even. She was out. She was safe for now. She laid sprawled out on the school parking lot for a while before she heard the soft footsteps—again. She winced as her breathing became erratic. No, this couldn't be. They had left, left her to die! She swallowed, she had lost all strength long ago and had been running on pure adrenalin. The footsteps were coming so very fast. Fear blended in with the aching she was experiencing, causing salty tears to run down her dirty cheeks.

“No!” she gasped. Talking felt like swallowing nails, her mouth and throat were so dry. If they did one more thing to her she knew she wouldn't survive. The small sliver of hope she had seconds ago about coming out alive were vanishing, along with her consciousness. She could feel herself slipping in out, edging herself on. If they were going to to attack again she would rather that she was not aware of their brutal beatings. She could feel the tug of unconsciousness on her and willing let it pull her in. She was almost lost in the black fog when a hand rested on her back in such a gentle way it startled her. It couldn't have been one of them, they couldn't have been so gentle if they wanted to. She let out a small sigh; maybe it was help. Maybe. 

LIA.