[b]The Berserker and Death Mage Dojoville, 0730 hours[/b] Early morning in Dojoville was a sight to behold. The streets were empty, and the sunrise would bathe the town in a rich, golden light. Massive, towering clouds would slowly roam across the heavens, creating a vista worthy of an artist's attention. However, good things are never meant to last, and this was proven when clouds moved to obscure the morning sun, immediately smothering the golden light to replace it with a dull, monotone, and lifeless gray kind. Several, loud noises would attract the attention of Dojoville residents to the nearby forest. A bloodcurdling battle cry of rage and agony would drown out the sounds of dozens of people screaming, combined with unnaturally high speed, howling winds and the crackling of flame. Upon looking towards the direction of the sound, one would see a huge forest fire, caused not by natural means. It was a small town that was in the forest. The forest fire was blazing through it, quickly burning down the wooden houses, destroying land and taking the lives of the villagers. Blood stained the ground of the village red, and chaos threw the village into a state of utter terror. What was this chaos caused by? There were two figures in the center of the village that were not the slightest bit scared; the ones causing the havoc. One female, and one male. They appeared very alike to each other, both with fiery, ginger hair, and sky blue eyes. Their fair skin was dotted with a few scarce freckles, while their heights were about average; additionally, both had mesomorphic body types. The male stood at 5'10", and it was clear that he was the one causing the fire. He wore black robes, which swept around black sweatpants and brown boots, while the loose sleeves of the robe revealed pale, slim arms. Held in his right hand was a meter long staff, with an ovular, pale blue gemstone at the top of it; a staff clearly used for magic. The man's left hand was literally on fire; a blazing flame surrounded the hand, somehow not burning his skin. Where he pointed with his hand, flames would appear. Meanwhile, he used the staff to point the gemstone wherever flames appeared; wind was directed there, fanning the flames to make them bigger. This was how he burnt houses down. The female was considerably shorter than the male, at 5'7". She was a lot less flashy than the male; while the man created massive flames to burn homes down, the female simply went around on a mindless slaughter. She wore casual clothing; a once-white tank top, now so drenched in blood that it might as well have been red, and equally drenched, black sweatpants. However, the woman wore no shoes or socks at all; judging by her burnt, blistered, and scarred feet, she probably didn't where them all that much. Held in her two hands were swords, one blade per hand. In her right hand was a carbon fiber katana, slightly longer than a meter in length. The tip was electric blue, the base of the blade navy blue, and the color transfer in between. Meanwhile in her left hand was an thirty six inch long saber made of the same stuff, its color silver. These were the dual weapons that she would use to end so many lives in the village. On her back was a meter long claymore; it saw no use, yet she still lugged it around with her. Her fighting style was completely and utterly offensive; fast, aggressive, and brutal. Each kill was swift, one or two strikes with her dual blades; the force behind each strike was terrifyingly apparent, blades completely penetrating bodies to form massive, gaping wounds that would never heal if their victims survived. Additionally, she went from kill to kill with blinding speed; her individual movements could barely be made out. Eventually, the village was wiped out aside from a single remaining person; the village elder, tied up to a post. The woman sheathed her blades, making her way back to the man, who slowly approached the elder. [i]"I'll ask for the last time,"[/i] The man said in a deadly, low voice to the elder. [i]"Where the hell are they?"[/i] The elder was completely terrified; he shook his head rapidly, barely able to even force a croak out of his parched throat, his shivering and bloody lips. [i]"... thirsty, are ya?"[/i] The man spoke again, with a disappointed sigh. [i]"I'll get you some water."[/i] He made a gesture with his left hand, forming a moderately sized bubble of of water out of the moisture in the air. The bubble was about a foot in diameter, and floated in midair. The man flicked his left wrist towards the elder, and the bubble surrounded the elder's head completely. Immediately afterward, the bubble froze completely, locking the elder's head inside. He could no longer breathe, and would die in minutes. The man looked over to the woman, an apologetic expression on his face. [i]"You good, Roxy?"[/i] He asked, his voice soft. The woman, Roxy, nodded silently, before entering a fit of coughs; near the end, she coughed blood, which splattered onto the already bloodstained ground at their feet. [i]"... just a little worn out, Cael. I'll be alright,"[/i] Roxy reassured the man, Cael. Cael nodded, stowed his staff diagonally on his back, looking away from his twin sister and around at the wreckage they had caused.[spoiler]Open! Keep in mind that your character has no idea if they were slaughtering innocents or not, lol.[/spoiler]