Post by Aaron on Nov 10, 2018 7:41:09 GMT -5
Out in the desert wastelands Aaron stand on top of a mountain, and anyone who find him could probably tell he'd been there a while. His shirt has a hole or two in it; the shirt and his pants are covered all over in dirt and sand. His hair is messier and slightly longer, though he remains clean shaven. He is also barefoot, not that he seems to notice or care about any of this, instead he is absent mindedly staring at the sun as it slowly makes it's descent from its peak. He was thinking. The last 4 years of his life had completely changed his perspective. Because in those 4 years, he had married his wife, he was happier than he could remember at any point. Considering his life, that was a fairly high bar. Then he was forced to observe as city after city was wiped off the map. They were forced to make a desperate move for safety. They endured the trip, because they could see their goal of a good, simple life ahead of them. Then Aaron fought a demon and he barely won. From what he understood it was a weak one, compared to his brethren he was nothing. Now injured and trying to get home, he dragged himself up and found his way back. And what did all of his hard work get him, what did it get his family and those villagers who worked so hard? They watched as the world blazed red and white, as their very planet shattered into a million million pieces. They died that day. Unable to know how or why, unable to stop it. Then after all of that he came back just as inexplicably. It seems like for the last few months he had suffered because of other people's machinations. And he hated it. He hated the demons that sought to kill so many for no reason, he hated whoever it was that killed the earth. He hated his inability to do absolutely anything. He could do nothing about what had happened, but the last one he could change. Hence why he came out to the desert. For the last two years he had lived here, alone, working to better his skills and abilities. Other than the occasional wanderer he had been alone to train and come to terms with what had happened. He was stronger now, but not by much, Still any kind of improvement was good improvement. He was tired, but that was the best time for this, so he begins powering up once again he focuses his ki all into his right hand, just as he had done again and again. The red energy begins to glow yellow in his palm. He holds it as long as possible then, with a single swift motion, he turns around and fires a beam straight into the sky.
WC: 482
TWC: 482
PL: 2938
Health: 7345
Stamina: 0/3
WC: 482
TWC: 482
PL: 2938
Health: 7345
Stamina: 0/3