Information

Aion
Legacy Name: Aion

The

Glacier Paralix
Owner:

Aurora

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 2 days

Born: July 31st, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 9 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 31st, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 32
Strength: 80
Defense: 80
Speed: 75
Health: 80
HP: 80/80
Intelligence: 9
Books Read: 9
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Of all forests he had traversed, this was certainly the strangest--no aetheric lights, no familiar creatures... then again, very little was familiar in this bizarre world! How was it that the rift had taken him to such a nonsensical place? Running a taloned hand through his hair, Aion sighed silently to himself. He had to get back at any cost. His legion, his people... they needed him! As great a discovery as this world was, he needed more to be out on the field, in the Abyss, defending a fortress--anything but stuck out in the middle of some alternate dimension, hopelessly lost! It was frustrating as all hell.

Alternate dimensions. That's what the theory was, where the Balaur were getting their powers from... but he had felt none, seen none. No indeed--in fact, there was only one other Daeva he had sensed or seen since his arrival in this world. Aion stopped in his tracks, his ice blue eyes narrowing and taking on the typical Asmodian red glow as he slammed his fist into the tree trunk beside him in frustration. Damn that Elyos. He had met the Daeva before, in the Abyss... a great fighter, he would give him that, but what would happen if they fought here...? No obelisks, no soul healers. True, he already encountered and fought with him once—a fight that he had to shamefully run from. Had he continued... he surely would have died, perhaps permanently this time. That couldn't happen—he had to get back to Asmodae, had to tell his people of this place. It was rage invoking; the thought of perhaps having to flee that sickeningly arrogant bastard again... but Aion knew he had few healing potions and odella powder left in his cube. If he ran out, he'd be back to using old fashioned bandages... ...if he lived, of course.

...but to flee. What a horrid thing. Cowardly, shameful; it almost made him not wish to return home. On the other hand, if he did fight and manage to kill Eli, then perhaps the Daeva would be unable to revive, if his theory was correct. But the conditions would have to be right... in more a place such as this, not as the stone settlement he had awoken in.

That reminded him... what a city it was! Perhaps it was the capital of this world. The structures were towering; some had even rivaled the height of Pandaemonium's gates! ...He had, of course, attempted to figure out information on the city itself... but the curiously dressed citizens only gave him strange looks, as if /he/ were the one ridiculously clothed... and then they would ask where the convention was. Convention? What was this damned convention they went on about? Mission, yes, convention, no. ...Although, he had to admit, the teenager who insisted to try holding his weapon—the polearm currently strapped to his back--was rather amusing... the kid dropped it. ...Or rather, his weapon had dropped the child. The memory caused Aion to crack a smile. He and his friends had thought the weapon fake, apparently. That would make no sense at all, to carry around a fake weapon! After all, were the enemy to attack, you would be screwed, to put it lightly.Moving to walk around the vicinity of the same tree he had struck, Aion continued on with his thoughts. That was another thing. The people here... they did not attack him; he had in fact nearly attacked the first he'd seen, for they all resembled the Elyos race. They bore neither talons nor manes... but they did not attack him. He considered them strange Asmodians, then, but it still made no sense... there was no way for such a thing to be possible.

"Too confusing, this place. Ugh. I never thought I would feel homesick... I'd almost rather be culling the slink population in Ishalgen than be here at this rate!" He set his head against the tree, more or less leaning there like that. Since there was no desk there, a face desk moment was not probable. ...So to you Aion presents the face tree moment. Congratulations.If there was one thing more annoying than frightcorn, it was the mass of confusion at this very moment. Not that the moment lasted much longer... a rustling noise was heard in the bushes.

Aion whipped around, drawing his weapon immediately, searching for the source of the sound. With his acute vision, as was all part of being an Asmodian, he was able to spot the pair of reflective golden eyes peering out of the bushes. ...Probably a karnif, of some sort! Finally, a beast he could recognize... the eyes were certainly feline... Well, it could go right on ahead an attack! Karnifs were no match for the blade of his weapon.

The creature began to step forward, eyes blazing, claws probably out, all ready to tackle and try to shred--

"...meow?"

Aion blinked dumbfoundedly, lowering his weapon. "...a... kitter. ...I knew that, I... ahem... ...nevermind." He placed the weapon on his back again, kneeling down by the kitter. "Hmph... well, at least you're not going to ask me if I'm going to a convention..." He gently pet the feline, minding his own claws; it purred in response. Poor thing looked about as starved as he was beginning to feel... he'd been conserving his food ever since one of the merchants of this world complained about the currency he had... Kinah was perfectly good currency! That man was a fool; it was his loss in the end. Still... it wouldn't be right, if he didn't at least give it a little something. ...but then again, not like he had much...

Curse his good will. Sighing, he pulled out his cube, opening it, reaching in to the practically multidimensional space, and withdrawing some wrapped up food. He pulled a piece off, returned the rest to the cube, and offered what was in his hand to the kitter. "...here... not much, but... it's something." As the kitty munched down on the small bit of meat, Aion ran a hand through his hair again. If his superiors caught him feeding stray kitters instead of being on duty, he would probably get hell for it. ...Then again... he didn't personally care at the moment. He snapped out of his thoughts as the kitter proceeded to rub up against his leg.

"What? ...no, I'm not taking you with me... you're welcome, but no. ...shoo. ...for the love of Azphel, I'm talking to a kitter! What has the world come to?" He proceeded to fully sit down and lean against a tree behind him; the kitter responded by crawling up into his lap and curling up there. Aion made no comment; he only glanced up at the sky through the treetops. It was late. He had walked all day... he knew there was another settlement nearby; he heard about it from the citizens of the other city. Perhaps it was best to just rest here. ...As much as he didn't particularly care to... after all, Eli could find him.

...nah. That guy had awful night vision. He'd be fine. Besides... he had an absolutely ferocious karnif friend here to protect him. With a stifled chuckle, Aion ran his hand over the cat's fur, leaning his head back against the tree behind him.

Tomorrow was going to be a loooong day... but maybe, just maybe, he would finally be able to find a way back home.

(Lookit. Unfinished concept art lawl.)

Aion (the game) belongs to NCsoft. Aion (the character, uncreatively named by yours truly) belongs to me.