So, yay. First update in forever.

In the time i've been away from mah project, I deemed that the existance of other character may encourage the growth of my one character. excellant.
This focus is on Satos, the forest dweller that ran from the forest and is lost in the post apoctalyptic world.

In the next post, probably tonight or tommorw, i'l rant on what needs to be addressed to explain this, the wanders an caravans, the lost bunkers, the nomads, and a little more about the forest dwellers from an outsider's perspective.

also the incident defore when he almost starved. i'm getting to the point now where i'm almost writing excerpts. neat.

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URIUS AND THE WOMAN IN THE BUNKER
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THEME: Sufjan Stevens - "You are the Rake"

Satos gets in because he falls in to the bunker a ways off from the city and gets trapped there for a month, and eventfully makes his way over to where they are excavating. Likely he was chase or thrown into the hole by nomads.

He nearly stops he fall twice on the way down but both times he loses his grip. The first he caught a grip relatively close to surface and saw him. They threw rocks at him until he lost his grip.

He’s lucky and has his fall broken. Even luckier, he escapes with just an injury to his side and shoulder from the fall, but several others from being beaten by the nomads. Once he awakes he realized he was just why he was lucky. He had landed on the less fortunate people that they had thrown down earlier.

His nose is broken perhaps along with a rib or two as well. In addition he has a black eye and many bruises because of the raiders who attacked him and threw him down.

He crawls away out of the light and into the darkness, desperate to avoid any further harm if they notice that he's still alive. Scared in the dark, he bumps into flesh and cloth and is knocked down. He backs away, unable to get back up, attempts to push and crawl away back towards the bodies. He starts to screams, though it comes out a hoarse squeak, even though is unbearably painful.

He manages to back into the light sees the figure wrapped in scarps of cloth. It’s a woman. The left side of her face is completely mangled and her cheek is smashed in, probably from the fall. She looks old. But likely she looks older than she really is.

She would have buried the people, but realizing they were going to throw down more, and it was them who save her, she left them. Two it had help survive, but their injuries were still too extensive to live, and both died a day and two later after the fall.

A dry, torn had reaches out and covers his mouth, hushing him. It takes him a few moments to calm down, despite knowing she meant him no harm. She starts speaking but he has a hard time understanding her words. They’re strange, similar to his own, but too much to understand in the midst of the pain.
He shakes his head and he begins small tiny sobs...it the first time he's met someone in a few months with out the intention of killing or hurting him up seeing him...someone who wants to help him, and he knows she's seen the marks the malicious tree left on him. But she's not scared at all. It had been so long...so long since anyone had treated him with kind eyes, that neither wanted to hurt or use him. A great ache in him calmed for a moment, and followed by burst homesickness. He caught a sob in his throat. It had been so long...

Bruised and beaten he tries to touch her shoulder in gratitude but passes out. A day later he awakens. His chest feels a little better and it's easier to breath.

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She is confused by his reaction. He had smile weakly at her when he saw her face, like he was seeing an old friend. She didn't know this man.
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He panics and remembers what had transpired, and frantically looks around for the woman. Her hand is on his shoulder before he knew it and firmly pushes him back down. He obeys her and calms himself again, lying back down on a make shift bed of boards and the clothes of those who hadn't survived the fall. They aren't too far from the bodies, for the need of the light. The smell stings his nose.

He looks back at her, feeling her relief and happiness, probably because he'd woken up. Tears well up in his eyes and he grabs her arm with his good one, stopping her from what she was doing. He’s figure out why she probably saved him, after looking at the other people, but it doesn't stop the happiness from filling him to the brim. She at first looks at him confusedly but a smile comes over face ask he begin painful little hiccupping sobs. He clutches tightly at the fabric of her shirt, scared to left go. She doesn't know why he's crying, but she smiles at him gently pulls him close, the grown man sobbing like a little boy, gently hold him to her chest, careful not to touch his wounds too much. He feels a hand gently stroke the back of his head, lightly combing her hand through his hair, matted with blood and sweat.

She doesn't hold him long and makes him lie down again, and begins to gently prod his chest, checking his wounds. He winces violently but she smiles and continues. It was only when she poked a few of ribs on his right side, which weren't broken, but still bruised pretty badly. He over looks himself and realizes most of his wounds have been bandaged.

He savors the motherly touches on his ribs, remembering when his mother tended to him after falling from one of the greater trees. The feeling of hers of her touch and starts to doze again when a light smack the head stops him, and she scolding him. She reaches out and points at his arm, which has been dislocated. He winces as she touches it and pales as he realizes why she is. She needs to pop it back into place. He looks at and then backs at her with a sad face and then hangs his defeated. It had to be done...

A day or two alter and he is well enough to walk around and see exactly where he is. There are no bodies, which were starting to smell really bad. The woman is nowhere in sight. Carefully, he begins wandering in the dark looking for her. He sense string of sadness and begins following it. It’s night and difficult enough to see and cold. Unable to navigate, he goes back to the bed and tries to sleep. It’s difficult, and smell is progressively worse.

He dreams.

The next day he wakes with a bright light in his eyes. It’s the refracted light off of a sheet of metal that had been buried in the fall area. The woman was current try to further unearth it hopes of lighting the cave more.

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I am toying with the idea of changing Satos' name to Urius. Both fit his character very well. It could be that he is someway in need of changing his name, but it is becoming more and more likely that I will be changing his name. It is simply too difficult to remember, hard to use and I slip to often from it into satoSHI and Urius. It is a more distinct and memorable name than satos. satos perhaps could be shifted into being a clan name or his father. Something of a familial nature.

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I think that they manage to survive and further light the cavern.

satos meets this woman after the death of his friend in the wastelands, the middle aged woman who lost her family.
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Having been with out any living contact for over a month, he is ecstatic to have found people in these deep recesses of the earth.

He takes in their presence like a rich scent. These people are full of high hopes, and though there is weariness about them, they bustle with life. The majority of his encounters with outsiders of the forest have gone sour, so he hides himself.

He unable to do this long, once he smells food on them. He waits until they pull out and raids the food. It’s almost been a month since he's eaten anything. He's sustained himself on fungi, sunlight and water till now. He doesn't eat there, so he takes as much as he can, though very we and runs back to be the moon and sun shine down, around where he fell. It isn't the first time he's nearly starved to death while in the wastelands, and since it's the first time he ate food in while, he knows he must be careful. He eats it slowly and sparingly, takes only nibbles and a time. He got really sick the first time and thought he would die. He survived, but only because of the tree.

During that time he remembers quite hissing whispers, the rustling of leaves and the beat of his heart.

You ate too much lost one. I’ll help you. Do that after being so hungry and you'll die next time with out me...

He’s careful and eats only a little bit. Hiding the rest from sight so he's not tempted. Tired from the exertion, he finds small spot in the sun hole where he won't easily be spotted and goes to sleep.

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so here is this live journal sitting here, being mine, and very much not getting used. poo.

i have made progress on the story but i feel far too lazy to type it up right now. I'm a bit busy too .bwha.

as it goes the situation for the twins gets sadder, tsuru gets more evil, satos wanderers more and has more bad shit happen to him...I really need some happier things to happen to these people or no one will want to read this story...yeesh.

ugh. the all out nuclear holocaust thing might go out the window because i read up on it a bit and that was way to depressing and basically leaves no room for humans to exist in my story. or maybe if i do use it it means i just have to bump up the time that the story takes place after it. hmmmmm...

anyone know much on the effects nuclear war would theoretically have? i gotta know more about this before i proceed. ooh...don't we all?

maybe i should create another account for this fifth survivor posting this be cause this one;s name just doesn't fit it. then i'll just spew random crap into this one like i want to do.

of i can upload that archive I've been working on that has all the information for fifth survivor on it. hmmm...i should talk to kelly...

HUrrah! I have created world order and the plot at large of fifth survivor. I;m so excited I'm gonna post what i have so far, and it's fairly general so no one's head should explode. maybe from typos as i have yet to revise it, but it shouldn't be tooo bad. I hope. oo. i'm excited!

ENJOY!!!
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The Nasci Mortuus are the physical container of human knowledge. They are born dead, meaning their souls connect to their body after it has died. The lives they lead were hollow and simply served to created a functional body for the nasci morttus. The personalities tend to be self preserving and reclusive, and by the time the soul connects, the have no desire for human interaction, and emotions are absent, so as they function on a purely logical basis that's priority is self preservation.

As knowledge and people were born, the nasci mortuus were secretly born, and control where knowledge would die and me born. Bascially, they have full control of where knowledge goes, which becomes that group with the upper hand, buit the more it has the harder it falls.

There is a chaos theory that keepslife prperly flowing in the world. Like atoms collide, the must be human conflict. Other wise it fades away and dies.

The last analovgy i will use is that it is like one that is trapped in the cold. to stay alive, one must remain active. the same applies to the planet.

The nasci Mortuus take care to see to it that this perogative is carried out and properly done so.

However, there is an element that can throw this system out of whack. Either too much conflict can occur and it will fall apart. Trust an emotions have two sides. Postive and Negative. Negative is what creates the neccessary conflict. Positive is what keeps thing together and prevents it from getting out of hand. the same can be said of conflict.

There are things that can eat these defense mechamisms. Some feed on the positive, and other feed on the negative. the negative feeder wait until what ever the race in question has gone still and then they devour it. those that eat thye positive wait until it has diminished its own number to the point that it can eat the straglers safely.

this is the "cold" that the corld must stay warm from. These creatures are space.

planets tend to create races that can produce things like the nasci mortuus that maintain the order and makes sure that the planet stay 'warm', by keeping the cold out.

the races come and go.

these nasci mortuus, as the human race is known for can create tools of what's around them. including living creatures. their powers however, a magnifide horrific by the tools they create from products like them selves. they have no interest in the survival of anything else but there own. they would knwpo however, this is against their laws and will not due it. that is until a glitch occured.

nasci mortuus started being created that had remenant emotions, and would not act with the cool demeanor of their predacessors. it was subltle, and coupled with their intelligence, undetectable. They created a loop in the law and once the cold began to get into the word, made an exception in the law and permission tocreate said tools.

nasci mortuus for other creatures on the planet, and they took them over first. but this wasn't enough. finally the decision was made and they began killing and using the remains of visiting ascarii.

ascarii are different in that there are only five left of the race they belong too. to keep them and the planet alive an extremely intricate world order has formed to keep them alive, and requires every single one of the existing ascarii for it to work. but because of the nasci, it has begun to quikly fail, and more so because several have gone missing.

Here is the cover of the second volume internal cover page, as the actually cover of the book will remain blank. Not posting any information to day, Just seeing if i could post an image or two, preferably a cover. i should start watermarking these things, just to be safe...

Bear with me, I haven't editted this a whole lot. woot.
note, this also going to be painfully boring to anyone who isn't really interest in my story.
this is just a description of what these characters would like to someone watching a brief snippent of their day to day activities.
no action or event transpires here, so don't look for it.
enjoy.
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Juuanta, after satos left and she has passed the test to be a guardian on the borders on the forest.

A thin but tightly muscled figure sitting perched high upon on the ancient braches of a tree holding a spear. It is difficult to discern a gender from this view. A top her head a firey main of bright red hair that is rather short and unkept, but most pulls back and bursts toward the back of her head like fire. The legs are covered by a loose, heavy material colored to an intense and dark forest green, and tie off above the thin and taut ankles. Strips of light leather wrap down from there and around most of the foot leaving the balls and toes exposed. The same leather ties off at the hips of the pant low and wraps around the rest of the pale torso. A thick and long solid piece of leather is wrapped around the chest and tied in the back. Bare skin covers the rest of the torso and parts of the arm, but the leather does nothign to hide lean developed muscles all around.

She shifts slightlyand a subtle bump beneath the leather strap gives away her female identity, and one of the only traits differentiating her from her twin brother. Her head is suddenly turn and alert eyes of intense green stare out. They are harsh and unkind looking.

A glimmer of moonlight breaks through the trees and her pale complexion becomes much more visible, albaster skins tightly wrapped around her thin frame. She has no vicible body fat, and her ribs are visble, but other than that she looks well fed and healthy. Her face is androgynous as the rest of her, at different angles goes back and forth between genders, but over all bears a classical beauty that has been found in the finely chiseled greek sculptures. She relaxs again and leans back on the trunk of the tree, placing here spear lightly in some nearby and sturdy branches. A leg dangles off the branches while the other is bent up and supports the adjacent arm. Her posture is not in the slightest lady like or petite, and is somewhat imposing.

Another figure of nearly the exact build and coloring quietly drops from above onto her perch. He wears the same heavy green pants and leather strap in a similar fashion, though at there is no large band of leather that goes around. Also he chest fill out a little bit more than his sister. Softer eyes of the same intense green sit in the sockets of his pale chiseled face. His chin and cheek close up are little stronger than his sister's. Under his chin there begins are large and jagged scar that runs underneath the leather bindings on his throat, hiden for the most part. She begin speaking to him and demeanor completely changes. Her eyes have soften and movements become a little more delicate. Light hesitant touchs and occasionally averting her eyes at different glances of his. He laughs lightly and sits down in front facing towards her left and meticulously begins to unwrap and put away the leather bindings into a leather satchel that hung from his waist on his back. The sister soon follows suit and begins takign off her bindings as well, though no where near as neatly as her brother, nearly tearing at some and simply lumping them into seperate piles, then placing them in their respective pocket on her satchel which had been hanging off on the side off the branch the whole while.

Finishing long before her brother, she rubs at the skin that was underneath the leather. Pieces of small plants and leaves flake off as she rubs, exposing strange green markings the lie beneath her skin. They were arranged like veins but are to big and the wrong color to be them. She pokes one on her arm and retracts somewhat painfully, and then eyes it suspicously. The brother looks up abrubtly from his work and makes a small noise, not of any sort of word, causing the other to look up rather sheepishly then roll her eyes. He resumes taking off his bindings around his ankle. She snorts and begins removing the strap around her chest, exposing more bindings and clarifying the presence of her breasts. The final bindings are removed and herbs are brushed off, leaving her back and chest bare as she begins to strech. Her brother is unphased by her top nudity and moves on to the bindings on his arms.

Her breasts are small and cling close into her chest. The same green marks are there too, though they are much more visbile, and almost seems to slightly protrude on her left side at the sixth rib. Finished streching, she sits back down and impatiently waits for here brother to finish. She takes her spear up and begins sharpening it with a stone she pulls from her satchel.

He finishes having remooved the bindings, save for the ones around his neck, and nonchantly strips off his pants and removes an asortment of knives and tools strapped to his legs, save for for one on his left thigh, that he undoes and reties to hang from behind his waist. His sister stops and follows suit, but curses relizing she'd forgotten the binding on her leg and quickly undoes them. She tosses them by he bag and redoes her knife so it sits lightly on her hip. Naked save for the belts and their knives, they both stand up and dive off the branch silently into a pool of water at the base of the massive tree.

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I think my descriptive writing needs not a little but alot of improvement. yeah
so criticize away. I welcome it.
DARE i say, ASK QUESTIONS. I will answer.

i'm not desperate for feed back....shifty eyes...nooo...


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please comment.

After the time the twins spent with the two huntsman brothers, there was a storm. The she-fox of the forest loses her cubs in a flood, and the old men were seperated from the twins when the swamp flooded. They normally would have stayed at the cabin or higher ground, but there was raid from the nomads, and their cabin had been occupied, making it too dangerous to return. The twins wash up in the forest, and the she fox takes them in , knowing their not her cubs, but feeling nostalgic as ioans throat wound reminds her of one of her cubs. Also, they could breathe the air of the forest which was intriguing. As outsiders and infants, they should have died within an hour or so.
Note0 the she fox is MASSIve for a fox, nearly the size of a wolf.

- A possiblilty to keep in mind is that perhaps the wander aslo fathered the twins, which opens another very interesting possibilty for why they can enter the forest.

As the adopted cubs of the fox, they weren't really part of the forest dwellwer community. More so they weren't really raised as humans, and more were raised as animals, and cannibals. the fox fed them dwellers it had hunted down, ammused at the blasphemy of the situation and grinned as they eagerly devoured what ever it brought back to the den. When it found them they were still young enough that they sought a mothers milk, and thus nursed them as her own. It is here that the knowledge devouring ability was passed down to them. It is not long that they stay with the fox, as they quickly learn what they do. Ioan is the one that urges them to leave the fox's care. They are not much over two when they find and eat the satos' sibling. At around age four they try to leave the care of the fox, but meet great resistance. A party of huntsmen here their cry and find them being dragged off by the fox, thinking it had taken them. They managed to wound the fox and capture the twins, though it was not their intention to live with the humans either. They bite and tear at their "saviors" and finally manage to escape.

this was not triggered by their will, and was the first bit of the slain child's psyche that was controlling them. Many of there memories with the fox began to fade. Juuanta had felt more toward the fox, but was the one who also yielded more strongly to the new psyche's influence. Also they began to minorly change physically, and their eyes became greener, and a blond streak show in both their scalps. The obtained none of the childs memories, at least not yet.

At this time satos is around twelve or thirteen. his sibling died two years ago, just up and disappeared, at the age of nearly three. when it was an infant his mother was also taken from him by raiders. though despite knowing the child to be dead, he sensed it's presence in the forest, at has grown stronger. This leads to his and the twins meeting.

I'll progressivly update this to read more as a story and less and less like notes. How exactly did the twins meet Satos?

So here is my first update in a long while. This is also the most progress i have made on this character in quite a while. For the longest time he has been somewhat of a blank slate as far as personality and motivations go. Actually nearly everything about him was rather up in the air.

Ioan is the younger of the twins and also the calmer. Even though he is the younger of the two, he is treated by juuanta with a attachment that the older would recieve. He is mute, likely determined to be by an old wound to the throat when he was an infant. He is the more passive of the two, though not the weaker. He is more vigilant and set on patroling the borders, fearless in wandering too close to the border. He does his best to hide a taboo interest in the boarder dwellers, and even at times sympathizes with them. After they were adopted by the guardians of the forest, he retained more memories of their prior life than Juuanta, who remembers nearly nothing. He remembers the two old huntsmen brothers that lived on the border swamp to the west. He doesn't know whether or not they were related to them by blood or anything, but he knows that they cared for them as their own for almost a year They must have been no older than one at the time(this alone is remarkable that he remembers this). He doesnt remember much...the smell of the swamp, the build and faces of the old men, and the image of game hangs on the wall of a small wooden cabin.

Possibly beyond his memory, but a reason to his being dumb could have been an infection or parasite when he was a baby. Something by the likes of a bug or parasite that one the old men saw no better method of removing other than by cutting open Ioan's throat and removing with his hands. There were no doctors and leaving the swamps was very risky.

As the twins grow closer and closer, he is the one to resist the change most, understanding and cherishing his sibling relationship with his sister better than her. He is not alone is this feeling, but trys harder to fighting the growing attraction between the two.

He is fortunate to have radis torrion arrive in the forest to distract his sister, buying him time, but not fully averting the outcome of their relationship.

He is somewhat aware of the other presence but can do little to nothing about it. the presence retains no memory of it's short life, but does carry habits and mannerisms of it. It's satos sibling with a clean slate, reborn into the twins.

Ioan unlike juuanta, is not as sour and betrayed by Satos leaving, and suspects something greater at large behind his departure. His very much misses him and hopes that he someday will return. He felt great affection for satos and enjoyed his presence very much.

Also, he is more optomistic about people, and willing to trust people, abut like juuanta, it takes alot to earn his trust, as he's not as bull headed as juuanta is, is still can be rather stubborn.

Regarding the forest guardians, he has respect for the she wolf, and while he no longer trusts the fox, he does accept that she does her part. He does bear a great grudge for how she toyed with them, and attacks her on sight usually, becoming enraged by even looking at her.

That's all for now on Ioan, but I'l come back an edit this entry, if I can figure out how.

Kardin-Hevn

Hevn is Torrion's long timechildhood ascarii friend. centuriesd before the catastrophe, he was deemed kardin, potential spirit magnet thingy. upon thins, he was immediately fleshed out into a human form, but since he was full gorwn ascarii, he could not but altere dto the point that torrion and temple guardins adn other kardins were. his long body and limbs are and obvious part that he is not human. the circles of his eyes are a harsh coarse skin stronger than leather. rather than become kardin , he fled and went to earth, where is he were to awaken , he may have a chance of mental survival during the transgression as a kardin. hower, this happened sixty years ago. ascarii are VERY long live [people. they can live up to 500 years easily., but that's counting their hibernation cycles alwell. hevn left with a flesh sorcerer in hopes of becoming more human, so as he wouldn' tend up like the other pure ascarii whom had gone to earth and been swallowed up by its foollish children. he is about seven hundred years old, but that's thank to volcanic climate he arrived at. unfortunately, while sleeping, he was discovered by some near modern city dwellers, and still weak from over another hundred years of hibernation, he waws forced to cooperate. the human atempt and nearly succeedded in killing the flesh sorcerer. but thank to diversion by hevn, he escaped. flesh sorcerers are truly demonic in appearance, and have no face. only a flap of stretched leather over their head, and sewn into the sides of the their face. they use him in battles after much toture(more like gentle beating sto him) he played along and helped them when he saw fit, na dwhen he didn't, he feinged weakness. eventually the city fell and he escapedand returned to hibernation, until the black out. he nearly awoke, but because he was in hibernation in a rather desolate place, he didn't awaken because there was nothing for the spirit energy to fooloow to him.

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what if....ascarii are capable of killing faiths? gods? beliefs? that beliefs are a physical and wuite corporeal thing to them. they perhaps exist in an inbetween, and are affected by beliefs, and in their presence. this is infact a race known or believed to be the ascarii, but they are truly formed by their beliefs.

rather than how we seek new things, they seek old things. there is no need for the new. there time is slow and their lives long.

humans create things, thrive on new, try things.
they tend planets. they nuture the spirit of a planet and see it's dreams. ascarii are born from a belief i a new and then the new born crawls up from the ground.

QUESTION TO SELF-

an ascarii finds a girl crying...how would one react to this...?




his eyes where they would be white, are black. bizzare they are,and yet even more so the iris has is and unmistable dark gray, hililigted and seeming tiled over a light behind they're eyes. unlike us, light and dark make no difference to him, and he is ever watchful by both day and night.

face is long and the colr of his skin is akin to the color off an aged and recently dead tree. pale, yet dark worn greyish-brown at the same time. the texture upon human touch and description would be summarized only as bizarre. Ine could say, that is seems more like it would be hard, stale, and unpleasant to the touch, be really, it has a surprising softness, yet undescribable toughness.

the ascariis' sense of beauty differs greaty from that of humans'. they love creattion, the construction, the product of a great or simple artist.

The Ascarii on the other hand show an aesthetic appreciation for a raw, baseness in the world, with no elaboration. Humans possess a love for creation and destruction, while the ascarii, possess a fascination with the change in the existing material. to them, dramatic change is fastenating, as they themselves experience chagne very slowly, if any at all.

The Humans, fickle hearted and short lived with a yearning for the new and discard the old. The Ascarii almost despise this. They recycle, and not so much create, but remake, with out ever completely destroying anything. to them to destroy something thoughtlessly islasfemy almost a

Ascarii are was always limited to flesh and bodies, and never stone and wood. But the woulnd't decorate, they would alter. But this is only theorized by the few art critics of earth that came across the ascarii in their shortlived lives.

torrion's view toward humans is rather impassive or should i say impartial. he never even really gave them much thought. he was however interest in their magic and especially the necromanics and the bird races of earth. if any of earth's resident species interested him in the least, it would have been the birds, and not the humans.

there is very little romatic about him. not much stoicism, nor is he very nice, or kind. he can be very gentle and calm, and


thero is a ascarii legend. thero wasn't an ascarii. in fact maasny of the ascarii tales barely revolve aroiunf themselves, and only play smaller, butover all, neccessary roles in th e stories and tales. torrion is to be one the very few ascarii tales . sometimes the stories they tell are merely about inanimate creations, rocks, places, or planets, occasionally life forms, rarely sentient, and only a handful of lifeforms with emotions we can understand,

the ascarii don't thrive on constant search and bide their time in what they do, some living to a thousand new moons. that's nearly a millenia to us, and dundreds of generations, but to them, it can be a life time. the have few diseases, but for the few they have, less than one eighth of them aren't or terminal.

he grows to deeply love the earths forests, and a small acknowledgement of the rise of new humans, whom could see as potential allies on day if it ever comes to his people.

but for the time being he is alone, scared, in the dark, and physically ill him home sickness, and for the first time, a yearning for the flesh form he was born to but denied and granted a mask instead.

in the time he is there he grows close to the dreanes twins. though his kind are incapable of love as we know, it would look like it to us, but to one such as him, it is a feeling completely unlike love. love is not something they seekk, and is somehing they fall into, like a depression, with a sweet euphoria so intoxicating that it could kill.

the dreanes twins on the other hand do both develope an affection fo for him that becomes a weak love. soething that simalar o the ascarii, is a fall back emotion or notion.

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- the ascarii's plight, the lack of the underworld, is
reaching its peak, and iff not corrected , they will
all cease to be and their planet will soon follow them
into their non-existance

- ioan and juuanta making connections to the ascarii
fo r the mother planet. this is why they are able to
wear the flesh masks, and carrrying the unnatural
capabilites that are remiscent of the ascarii who are
part of the universe.


- torrions flight from ascar to earth (accidently to
earth, and he feels he is in great danger if he cannot
find a way home before being discovered by the
necromnics, but is also curious towards what is
happening to humanity, because it dying in parts,
except one group who is budding, the forest dwellers
TORRION IS ON EARTH BY ACCIDENT< NEEDS TO REMAIN
HIDDEN FROMTHE NECROMANICS< DISCOVERS THE NECROMNICS
MAY BE CAPABLE OF SAVING ASCAR

- the necromanics are a wild card. they hold the
potetial to desroy the connections earth is trying to
make to ascar. they could cement them by saving ascarr
be returning their underworld.

* juuanta and ioan fight for the planet, and develope
together. potentially form an incestuous relationship
with each other. if that happens, the child born of it
will = are emotionally cemented together and love what
the other loves, and are incapable of defending each
other, but can defend themselves as a single person.
they will not fallinto an incestous relation perhaps
if they form a r somewhat romantic relationship with
torrion, who is another species. what kind of love
forms between seperate species, especially one who
holds little regard, knowledge, or experience of love?
ascarii are capable of human of human like emotions,
but few are exactly the same. they are massive and
stoic noble beasts. their natural form is not
humanoid, but feline-bird-reptilian. they are simalar
to mammals.

- the necromanics have been going rather nuts lately
because of the demons that have seeped onot earth in
the past few centuries. the demons and angels are
responsible for destruction, which brings creation.
difference is angels are far more destructive in an
instant than individually and over time. demons more
destructive over time and work from the insde. angels
are a outside force that brings the apocalypse. there
are two types of apocalypses. and internal apocalypse,
and an external apocalypse.humanities occurred a few
thousand years ago, and lost all grace, and god left
the rest to the demons and the planet as to what their
final fate would be. the internal apocalypse was the
collapse of society and large groups. they all live
like animals, and incapable of going back to what they
were. the ascarii are simalar, because they had an
apocalypse, but it was an external apocalypse, but
five survived, and these five were saved by ascar the
father.

-the fifth of the ascarii survivors plays a pivitol
role in the story, and five are basis for the religion
and so forth.


- planet cared races are permenant parts of the
universe because god has left them all on their own.
and their survival and destruction is completely up to
them.

"diapente superstes"

in the forests there was a need for connections to be formed. a unification not for the sake of the forest but for the dwellers there.

now this would be a secret union they would be making. all the dwellers are paranoid of outside contamination, that they will fall because of the children of outsiders. so the travelers hide themselves, find a trust worthy one and bond love unify agree conset understand each other , you name it, and then produce a child in secret. typically the travellers are men, but they can be women, but said women are VERY strong. mental and physically.... and rare.

these bonds will with time manifest physical traits in the forests that other forest wil be able to realte to and trust in the future when they meet. maybe hair or eyes. personality . something of that nature, mayber psychic, as that is a developing aspect in humans aswell.

the red headed traveler is one that will the be focus of my story i fifth survivor. the travelers have longevity in them aswell. brave, passing all tests, and immune to most poisons and toxins, and obscenely adaptable. the father in question has been to a few forest already, likely somewhere in the ball park of fifteen children or bloodlines started at least in different forests.

he arrive at noethru, a place that has no sky, as those not from there call it, at there is a prevalent darkness in the sky, and surrounding it are all dead lands for miles upon miles. a few nomadic settlements of the fallen men here and there. there are groups remniscent of gypsies and fanatics of old that live on the outskirts of the forest, and a there are remnants of skyscapers and man made technology sprinkled through the landscape.

the gypsies and herectics that live in the outskirts have a pact with the forest dwelllers here and while they won't protect them, they provide services when they can, spreading seeds and expanding the forest. simply task to pay tribute and respect the forest. they are not as welcome in the forest, but they are not to be touch, as they did a great but long forgotten good for noethru in the past.

(the twins may have been born from one of said women from this group copulating with a forest tree of a fallen one.the forest will not reject the child completely, no harm by man, but neither aid shall be bestowed upon the child.)

he made his way through, avoiding the occasional bands of soldiers set from stone cities to gather supplies forom the forest by force, and search for more possible bunkers.

after sneaking in and having watched for a year, he revealed himself to satos' mother, after witnessing her reaction to her husband dying by a raid and being taken away, like a hunter drags the carcass of his prey to nail on his wall like a trophy. her son was a another reason, as he was so empathic a child that he found him earlier and already knew he was there. if the traveler couldn't win her trust, then perhaps the boy could, and he did. their dialects were QUITE different, but the years stay helped, and the boy confered the travelers intention to his mother.

this could happen differently, as satos i envisioned having a deep admiration and hero worship of the traveler, but was little involved and was merely treated kindly by the stranger and like a semi adoptive father to him for the short time. the traveler won satos' mother on his own with ideas of leaving the forest and finding her husbands tree

(these trees may spawn up even from the blood spilled from the dwellers. (another service done by the gypsies and herectics is seeding the bloods spilled of captured and slain dwellers who are taken out of the forest. not all do this, usually only in some sort of payment will they do this, and they don't always even find the body to do so. forest dweller know a bloodline is present of not pending upon the childs resistance to the poisons of the forest, and the twins are as unaffected by the poisons as any other forest dweller is.)

in fact it may not be known at all who they are. they could have been found by those dwelling in the outskirts, and then raised so they are strong enough to venture into forest. the outskirt heretic ands gypsies etc must wait for dwellers to come to strike bargains and the like, and
the dwellers don't come out very often, and they can't go in because the poisons there are too strong for them to resist)

-----fs song: Mono - "halo"

what i note about the traveler is not so much his kindness, but his wrath and fury, and the cruelty he commits as easily and is capable of as the kindess he gives his noethru wife.

fhe agrees to help her in this and promises to search for the tree, and bring back seeds and sap to her someday. but in return she must raise the child to be strong. she agrees. he will stay until the child is born and performs rituals that his home forest perform upon newborns.

all is done and they become husband and wife by the most natural means to wed two together. six months into the pregnancy he is discovered or it discovere that the child she bears is that of an outsiders. she beaten near death and left, the child having been ripped from her womb lays not far from the dying mother. from the brush near by two thin and worn husks of children, twins emerge. they are dirtly, cake in dirty, and there skin is lightly bronzed. they are starved and savage things. they beat her and proceed to eat the child and and bits of the woman before larger predators or scavengers come to eat the remains. a tall red headman jumps down from a steep hill above to the grisly scene beneath to roots of a great tree where all this has transpired.

he mourns and strikes the two and binds them while he tends to his now dead wife and remains of his child, which obviously was being devoured by the two when he arrived. at first he thought to kill the two beasts, and then relieved that it was a poor punishment, and relieves he has run out of time in this forest and no longer has the heart to remain. he curses them both. cursing the twins and binding them to a blooddebts that they will return his child to him, and it's life shall take their, and that it shall be paid for with their incest, and upons its birth will die. not only that, but that childs spirit will share, even dominae their lives. it shall not be born later, but will live two lives. it shall live the twins, split in two. they will grow and live as the child would have and at the same time know who they are and .


the person they will become is the unborn child, like a person that is spilt , two halves to make one. but at the same time, they are individuals, those same twins who ate that child and slew the mother. they would revile their incest be compelled and drawn to it. they are compelled to commit an act that reviles them and goes against their nature.


the twins story i envision as a retelling of the tale of romulus and remus in a way.

Sahim maybe his name, mayber not.

Tzadik with Eyvind Kang - " Song for Mark"
Aiko Shimada - "Will I see you Again?"


--------------------------------SATOS
i figure at some point in satos' story he will come across his father again whilst traveling and be confronted perhaps be confronted with his fathers' tree. perhaps the malicious tree is his father. mayber is is the traveler is one that can save or help him from the stone city and save satos from tsuru. shrug.


satos traveled,adn when he met the malicious tree it tricked him and captured him with it's roots. this happened when he came to it, he asked it for help and where the nearest forest was, it told him it would tell him in exchanged for blood, and there is little water and no other sustenance. the land surrounding, barren and waste. no too bright, he accepts, cutting his arm and bleeding onto the roots, having forgotten he was already suffereing from exhaustion malnourishment and such. or perhaps the tree had a poison on it or one had that would keep him asleep. as he sleptm it ensared him in it's roots and took root into the young man, and realizing he had not undergone the rite of passage and bore scars from it, it dug deeper, avoiding any fatal touches and brushes of the young man organs, forcing him to undergo a blasphemy of the rite of passage.


eventually satos escapes, but to what remains of and underground structure that survived the cataclysm of the nuclear war. but yet again he was trapped. sun shown through and he was happy for that. he remains their for quite some time . eventually the mining operations of tsuru's stone city reach this site and satos escapes from it into the tunnels leading to the stone cities where tsuru is. or perhaps the sxcavator find him there capture him and taking him back to
the city for expermentation (the dweller have outstanding immune systems, can resist all the poisons of the forests and their blood works as potent fertilizers when spilled.) they also would try to question him because he was found living in a place that is sealed off and has bunker of information.



i need to establish what and which technologies have been recovered in tsuru's stone city and what it is capable of supporting (ie trees, energy, man powers, rain. water etc).

------AMPOP - "Precious"

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subPLOTS of the fIfth sUrvivor""

- most forest folk would kill themselves before
leaving the forest. why would he be so at peace while
outside the forest?

- the cities dwellers defending against the stone
sleepers

- the recent escavation of more tunnnels in the city
and discovery of the bunker

- the chaotic mobs that wonder the land who are
lawless

- tsuru's terrible ambition towards learning and
finding the isles where the necromnics reside

_______Sufjan Stevens - "Kill" and "Asthmatic Cat"

- the forest dwellers purpose to help and defend the
growth of the forest

- the ascarii's plight, the lack of the underworld, is
reaching its peak, and iff not corrected , they will
all cease to be and their planet will soon follow them
into their non-existance

- satoshi's wandering and search for a way back home
and fighting(resisting) the necromnic call to the
isles . the call occurs in a pattern of deaths

----Aiko Shimada - "Autumn Song"

-ioans and juuantas' fathers travel to connect all the
forests for gaia

- ioan and juuanta making connections to the ascarii
fo r the mother planet. this is why they are able to
wear the flesh masks, and carrrying the unnatural
capabilites that are remiscent of the ascarii who are
part of the universe.

- torrions flight from ascar to earth (accidently to
earth, and he feels he is in great danger if he cannot
find a way ho,e before being discovered by the
necromnics, but is also curious towards what is
happening to humanity, because it dying in parts,
except one group who is budding, the forest dwellers
TORRION IS ON EARTH BY ACCIDENT< NEEDS TO REMAIN
HIDDEN FROMTHE NECROMANICS< DISCOVERS THE NECROMNICS
MAY BE CAPABLE OF SAVING ASCAR

- the necromanics are a wild card. they hold the
potetial to desroy the connections earth is trying to
make to ascar. they could cement them by saving ascarr
be returning their underworld.

- the demon world is seeping into the earth world

* juuanta and ioan fight for the planet, and develope
together. potentially form an incestuous relationship
with each other. if that happens, the child born of it
will = are emotionally cemented together and love what
the other loves, and are incapable of defending each
other, but can defend themselves as a single person.
they will not fallinto an incestous relation perhaps
if they form a r somewhat romantic relationship with
torrion, who is another species. what kind of love
forms between seperate species, especially one who
holds little regard, knowledge, or experience of love?
ascarii are capable of human of human like emotions,
but few are exactly the same. they are massive and
stoic noble beasts. their natural form is not
humanoid, but feline-bird-reptilian. they are simalar
to mammals.

------7oi - "Lalalalala"
------radiohead - "Treefingers"

- juuanta and ioans developement of an incestuous
relationship between eachother, if they are force to
be attached to no one else but each other. torrion is
the only fail safe i have against this, and it's
beginning already. kisses more often and feelings are
maturing

- the sky gods are leaving, but somewish to stay and
hold their connection to the earth and look over
humanity, but no longer will interfere. this because
gaia does not wish to part with this accomplished
aspect of humanity

- the necromanics have been going rather nuts lately
because of the demons that have seeped onot earth in
the past few centuries. the demons and angels are
responsible for destruction, which brings creation.
difference is angels are far more destructive in an
instant than individually and over time. demons more
destructive over time and work from the insde. angels
are a outside force that brings the apocalypse. there
are two types of apocalypses. and internal apocalypse,
and an external apocalypse.humanities occurred a few
thousand years ago, and lost all grace, and god left
the rest to the demons and the planet as to what their
final fate would be. the internal apocalypse was the
collapse of society and large groups. they all live
like animals, and incapable of going back to what they
were. the ascarii are simalar, because they had an
apocalypse, but it was an external apocalypse, but
five survived, and these five were saved by ascar the
father.

-WHAT IS HAPPENing ON EARTH IS THE FINAL OR LATER
STAGES OF HUMANITIES' INTERNAL APOCALYPSE, AND THEY
WILL ALL CONTINUE DESTROYING EACH OTHER. THE
NECROMANICS FIGHT THE DEMONS< BUT ARE NOT STRONG
ENOUGH, AND HAVE BEGUN A FRANTIC AND DESPERSTE CALL
FOR ALL OF THE NECROMANICS

-the fifth of the ascarii survivors plays a pivitol
role in the story, and five are basis for the religion
and so forth.

- planet cared races are permenant parts of the
universe because god has left them all on their own.
and their survival and destruction is completely up to
them.

- demons bring forth walls of isolation upon all
individuals of society based religions, and once they
are all alone, they devour all who are left
this coul be part of the climax for the fifth
survivor

necromanics and all other magically and even psychicly
enowed humans can see demons.this includes all forest
dweller, and especially empaths, such as satoshi. what
he felt in the forest was a demon. the stone sleepers
are the result of demons copulating with humans long
ago.

That's be awsome if I spelled any of that right....

But indeed. I've just turned eighteen. Thus, I must start achiving the story I've been Writing for the past six to seven years, The Fifth Survivor. That's right. I'll even archive it's ghastly beginnings as a really bad DBZ fan fiction...UGH. Just for kicks.

Now for those who are worried already it out grew the DBZ years ago and has completely evolved into it's own convoluted thing. Long, and convoluted.

I've had a hardrive die while writing this so i figure i'll start stashing it on the internets. ugh!
Dana or kelly person, i'll be looking to one of you to help my make up this journal to look very...fifth survivory. or better yet this cold be the base archive and i could go the fantabulous kelly person and ask her to help me start up the fifth survivor site at long last...

Either way starting tommorrow after i legally stock up on porn and go to a nude drawing session without parental consent i shall start posting my raw notes and writings thus far, that are typed on the computer.

then i shall start archiving things and typing up things from my hand written copy of the fifth survivor notes. maybe the interface of the page will be based on the han written book....

Maybe i'll do a poll (vote, not poll, i'll have to pay for that...) of what the layout for the page or journal should entail....