Story Time.

[Vahn/Ananias]

The door to the pub swung open as a man in a dark coat stumbled through the door and tripped his way to a table in the corner.
Damn, I'll never get used to walking around in this dark! Oh well, KEEP! BEER!
After wandering the wastes for many days Vahn finally made it to Agridon and had immediately proceeded to drink himself into a stupor. Something about the dark here brought back memories to him, memories he'd rather had been forgotten.
As he buried himself in his liquor, a pickpocket started towards his pouch hanging at his side.
Suddenly the bar started as a shot rang out across the room and the pickpocket reared back with a scream as a bullet came within inches of his face.
Go ahead, try it again punk! This time I'll actually aim for your head! Scared? Now, TAKE OFF!
The thief ran off wimpering and the rest of the bar settled into a uncomfortable silence.

[Vahn/Ananias]

Ananias walked at his normal leisurely rate to the door of the pub and opened the door using his can, careful not to let himself touch the revolting door. As he walked in he noticed an irritated and depressed man in the corner shoot just past a pick-pockets ear and scare him away. The pub fell silent at the scene, all except for the rythmical footsteps of the old man in a brown cloak walking towards the man in the corner.
[glow=red,2,300]Good, just the kind of fellow I've been looking for.[/glow]
Young man, I've been waiting to meet you. My name is Ananias, I am the storyteller, and it's about time I learned your tale, the tale of Sharpshooter Callahan.

[Vahn/Ananias]

Minutes passed as Vahn stared the Old man down.
[glow=red,2,300]How the hell does this guy know my name? My Story? He wouldn't believe it all if I told him. Why does he want to know my story?[/glow]
Where can I start? My birth name is Vahn Arquilis Ondoran, but my name is Vahn Callahan, in honor of the man who raised me. I am the last remaining Revan and the last descendent of the Ondoran house of Nobility. My greatest heirloom though, comes from my foster father, his gun. Is that enough?

[Vahn/Ananias]

Ananias smiled at the young man's hurried introduction. And he gave an involuntary cough at the statement about his being the last.
[glow=red,2,300]The last Revan? I think not, but it is not my place in his story to tell him about them.[/glow]
Young man, that is, I'm afrfaid, not satisfactory. I want to hear your whole story up to now, a bit less vague please.

[BigBoss]

Tanner sat slouching at the bar half-heartedly enjoying a glass of brandy and thinking to himself about something...anything. Since he came to Fyia work was sparse, thusly, he had little money for food, let alone anything else, but a glass of Brandy was always worth a little bit of money. He dug around in one of his jacket pockets and pulled out a weathered zippo and placed it upon the equally used bar. He next found a squashed pack of cigarettes and brought a bent one to his lips. He picked up the zippo and lit the cigarette in his mouth and, taking a long drag, returned it to his pocket. He exhaled long and slow, enjoying the initial relaxing effect. Suddenly a shot rang out and was followed by a bit of shouting. Tanner looked over wondering what the hell all the commotion was about.

"...typical..." He muttered to himself. Somebody always has to ruin a quiet moment... Tanner returned to his drink and downed the rest of it...

[APAS-219]

Leo stood behind the bar waiting to refill drinks. He had been working at this tiny pub for a week now and still had no clue as to how or why he had gotten the job. He had simply stoped in for a drink when the bartender grabbed him and pretty much forced him into the job. Leo had almost killed the man for his informal job offering, but decided he might need the money. So sence then Leo had been here everynight, save sundays, from open at 2000 until close at 0300. Leo was happy he had his sundays off, gave him a whole day to do what he wanted plus ten hours everyother day. The pay was alright at 11Z per hour plus tips, it was all he needed. Still he didn't know why he was here.

[glow=Blue,2,300]Why the hell am I here? I could have just killed that bastard and stolen all the money... Why do I show up, if I hate it here? Hey it aint all that bad. I only work nights, and I get my sunday. Why am I talking to myself?[/glow]

Leo shook his head a chuckled when he relized he had just been complaining to himself, then filled an empty mug with beer for a patiently waiting drunk. Leo turned from the tap and reached out to hand the man his freshly filled drink when the mug exploded in his hand as a bullet tore through it. He stared at the glass handle of the mug in his hand and then in the direction of the gunshot. Leo was instantly inraged, but he held it back and grabbed a new glass for the drunk who had not reacted the least bit to the shot.

[glow=Blue,2,300]"What the hell was the point in that. I should kill him for that... It would not be very difficult. I have killed gunmen of ten times his calibur."[/glow]

The drunk chuckled and gulped his beer, then held it out for Leo to refil. Without complaint or hesitation he refilled the man's drink and once again leaned on the bar.

[BigBoss]

Tanner placed his glass back down on the bar with a dull thud and took a drag from his cigarette...then let out a long, satisfying exhale.

"What the hell was the point in that. I should kill him for that... It would not be very difficult. I have killed gunmen of ten times his calibur."

Tanner turned towards the bartender as he was talking and smiled a bit.

"Why don't you then?" He questioned. He eyed the bartender a bit. He looks a bit rough but nothing special...Tanner surprisingly wasn't in the mood for a fight and decided to hold his tongue lest he say anything else negative...

[Vahn/Ananias]

Vahn let a small groan slip past his lips at the old man's displeasure with his short answer. He took a long swig of his ale and settled back in the booth seat.
[glow=red,2,300]This is going to take a lot longer than I thought. Ah, what else do I have to do?[/glow]
Okay old man, just remember, you're the one who wanted to waste his time doing this.
I was born Vahn Arquillis Ondoran, first born son of the Count Ondoran of the House of the Blue Rose on Rainais iv. MY mother came from the House of the Setting Sun as a diplomatic marriage between the two great houses.
At the age of three, my brother was born Birn Arquinnis Ondoran. A mere three months after his birth though, a coup was launched against the Count and we were carried away to an orphanage and given false names to protect us.
It was from that orphanage that my brother and I were adopted by my foster-father Cal Hannan, who became more of a father to me than the Count had ever been. Cal didn't have much and the restaurant he cooked for didn't get much money, but we learned to adapt and he taught me how to uh.. borrow food from the vendors in town. He taught me how to live on the streets and how to fight off muggers and thiefs. He became more than a father to me, he became my greatest friend.
There, is this specific enough for you old man?

[Vahn/Ananias]

Ananias chuckled at the young man's attempted smart alek remark. He mimiced the young man's behavoir and settled into his seat as well.
Much better Vahn, now keep going.

[Vahn/Ananias]

Vahn sighed.
Okay old man.
When I was sixteen, I met a girl from the House of the Setting Sun in the port. She was named Khira Frayhan, it was all I could do not to try and kill her for the sins her family comitted against mine.(they had been responsible for the coup against the Count.) She left to the north the next morning.
At 17, in the month of harvest, the Myrrols attacked Rainais iv. Cal rushed us to his garage and told us to get on the ship he'd been building over the years and prepare for launch.
Vahn paused for a moment and studied the old man before continuing.
The Myrrols bombed the capital city and one of the bombs exploded nearby and a piece of shrapnel buried into his neck. With his last breath he told us to launch. I closed the door before Birn had a chance to run out to him and we took off. We slipped through their blockade and made it out of orbit just in time to see bombs lighting up our home planet, and then,... our whole planet was gone.
I sank into the console and broke down, while Birn walked into the back of the ship. An alert sounded a second later and the cameras showed my brother opening the door to the outside from the rubbish room. he flew out of the ship and died in the void.
And then, i was alone, the last Revan. After a while I went into Cal's quarters on the ship hoping hta I was amd, that he and Birn were just sitting in there. I walked in to a lifeless room and began searching for some sign that everything would be alright and found a gun in the cupboard by his bed instead. And with it a letter explaining who he was and had been and that if he died, the gun was mine and that it could only be used to it's true potential in the hands of a pureblood Revan. At first I didin't understand what he meant, but then on the back of the letter a note was scrawled, it said 'Archives~Houses~Thesis~Password=SHARPSHOOTER'.
After reading this I immediately ran to the ship's archives, I turned on the database and found millions of research documents and pictures of ancient runes and the planet's evolution. I also I searched for a thesis about the Houses and a document came up that had been written by Cal. It described a theorum that some ancient Revans had possessed a power capable of destroying anything that got in their way. A power to harness human emotion into energy, weapons, and possibly more. While it had been suspected to be true for many years by Rainais IV's scholars for many years, it was commonly believed that they destroyed themselves with that power as was suggested by a rune describing an uncontrollable "invisible evil".
Cal theorized that a few survived and took power, and thus the houses were created. He believed that a pure-blood from the two houses could potentially tap into that ability if a ritual described in the ancient texts was performed on them. He also belived that the "evil" talked about is potentially a result of a misuse of the power, or perhaps that it was the reason it was often called the "ancient curse" in the texts. He believed that if it was the curse, that perhaps it resulted from a build up of raw emotion that bacame unbearable to the host and it would take the host over until it was satisfied.
At the bottom of the document Cal had scrawled notes along the bottom: Colors? Emotions corrolate with colors. Red=anger?, green=friendship?, blue=?, pink=love?, (black=<---dangerous?). Anger=death? Friendship heals? Click for ritual.
When I tried to enter the ritual it asked me for the password, I typed it in and a panel in the wall next to me suddenly opened revealing a pile of various items and strangely colored stones. I looked back at the screen to see Cal's face staring back at me. He said "Vahn, If you are watching this then I am sorry that you had to find this all out like this. But I am excited that you are at least interested, I am afraid Birn is too innocent to be given power like this, but you aren't. However, If you don't think you can use this power to do what is right with it, then turn this off now....still here? good, now I'll walk you through it..." After the ritual I didn't feel any different but Cal explained that it might take a while to take effect, he wasn't sure. But that to harness the powere he believed all I had to do was focus on what I wanted to create and then pour all of an emotion into making it in a specific spot. That night I tried and failed before I fell asleep.