Hawk, Coran Demer

A dream. Hawk floats in the middle of a strange  world, filled with uncertinaty, covered in shades of different colors that are only of the darkest, yet lightest ones. His weapon floats around aswell, trying to reach out with his hand, he swims forward as his weapon starts melting away, becoming submerged, one with the background of this world, which seems to simply go on and on without stop, hawk tries desperately to reach out to his true destiny with one last push before it goes away forever, he nudges himself forward yet. He was not able. A pair of titans rose, titans, filled with the world's colors, in the background, yet easy to see. Titans of amazing size, only two of them, and their faces, the faces are unclear, yet it is easy to see under the cover of this world who they are, but yet, hawk does not have the abillity to see. Still panicked as he sees his weapon, through the titans, easy to see, fading away, as it seems he's on the verge of crying.

The titan pulls out a brown whip, olny, it is not a whip but a gigantic belt, making it even clearer who these beings were, that it's nearly unexplainable, yet hawk, still cannot see it. The titan raises the belt, about to strike hawk straight back into this uncertinaty, as there was one piece that mattered to him, is now gone, and when he finally sees someone, even if they are planning to obliterate him, is still a relief, even though, he knows they don't want to obliterate him, but simply are trying to help him, in their twisted way. The titan raises his hand and as the belt comes down a stream of letters flows from it to hawk, as sounds soon follow, this cyclone of pronounciation starts sorrounding him and driving him mad, until the hit comes.

He flies back, he flies farther away, increasing in velocity as he goes, a world, so twisted and painful, so lonley and sad, it dares to disobey fundamental laws of the known universe, although, anything can happen within a ceratin area of the universe, even if it might be too small to even think of it, it might withold a universe of it's own. Finally, he stops, only, the stop isn't as comforting as he thought. Hawk crashes into a red wall which seems empty, with small bumps in it, he approaches one of them and inspects it, as suddenly an eye opens, simontaniously with infinite others. Although they cannot speak, he can still hear their laugh, taunting, haunting. Their watchful eyes, painful on the inside. as he tries to desperately escape from this nightmarish land, the wall approaches him, with the eyes getting bigger, until they become physically painful to stand by in their force of humilliation by a mere look, desperately trying to escape this dreaded reality he reaches out for the first thing he sees, a box with glowing light, he goes to touch it and with one last effort before the wall reaches he does and a massive light sparkles and....

They're gone. Everything is gone, and only hawk is left, with a relief in his heart, and headphones on his neck, he attempts to walk, or rather swim out of there, yet he stumbles into invisible walls, sorrounding him, all around him, as if these walls appeared out of nowhere, but in truth, they were always there, he just did not know. Walls created by himself, and only he has the key to unlock the box he has trapped himself in, only he does, and when time comes, he will recieve this key for himself, and then, he will know what to do with it, a new reality would open!

But for now, he is stuck, lost, and encaged. He feels as if the walls are closing in on him, which is true, the walls of this box, this invisible box, are starting to close in, trapping him more and more, about to squeeze him to death as....

A beep, a relieving beep arrives, his head and back go up as of instinct and he finds himself in a cave, sorrounded by students, but he does not discover this until he is able to move his long, long hair off his face, a hair he usually keeps piled up, but now, has no way to do so. So for now, he moves it back, and turns to his scroll, which the beep came from. Opening it, he discovers the true world, and the reason he is here, this is not yet another dream, but the reality, of the initiation. 

He does not recognize the name of the perfson he had been paired up wqith, but he could only hope it was someone he would be able to ignore, or he had previous encounters with, as none of his encounters so far were positives, this was a sure way to prove that he is cool. But then, he remembered his dream, maybe he doesn't need his facade anymore, maybe he can shade his skin and move on, exit the box? Yet, he dismissed the thought, for as o now, he needs to get dressed.

He got out of he sleeping back, his back aching a little though he did nt pay attention to it, revealing short khaki pants and a topless, pale but yet tanned 17 year old boy with somewhat of a masculine body, and extremely long brown hair, and eyes to match, as he goes over to the pack and finds his clothes, and his weapon in his passive form.

The first action he takes is to put on his clothes, first putting on his clothes, then taking of his khaki pyjama pants and at last, putting on shoes, right sock, right shoe, left sock, left shoe, and lastly, placing Yaseæyn on his neck, only to be thrown upwards and divided into three one second later, as the eyepiece landed on his eye, and the two whips in his hands, he was ready to kill some grimm.

Walking over to the designated tunnel, he waited for his partner, whoever he or she may be to wake up and acknowledge where they are, before calling out his name.

"Shhh" Coran said to the beeping sound as if it would shut up and let him go back to sleep. He rolled around some more  until the got annoying enough that he woke up. Being no stranger to waking up somewhere he doesn't remember sleeping in, or sleeping on the ground, Coran was not bothered by the state of which he was in. He didn't remember drinking before he slept, nor did he feel the usual hangover from being in a situation like that. Also, Mogul Khan was missing; something was up, he never got wasted without his axe. Looking around he saw the axe next to a bag nearby and he strode over to it and picked it up, now he can deal with whatever situation he was in. It was then that he noticed that the peeping was coming from a scroll, so he picked it up. However, with a growl he dropped it right away when it started talking and raised his axe with both hands, read to bring it down on peculiar piece of paper as if it were his enemy. Thankfully he realized that it was talking about the initiation and monsters, finally then he understood what he was in for.

After realizing that he might go into battle soon, he figured he should wear some clothes. Seeing as that Coran was in his loincloth, which is what he usually wears to sleep and that there was a bag with his clothes nearby. The barbarian got to the bag and dug out his pants, sleeveless brown shirt, boots and the harness for his axe. He put on the clothes and strapped on the harness, even though he thought he'd be holding on to his Khan for a while, he might have to use his hands for something else and he didn't want to have to drop it. Coran made a mental note to invest in getting some armor, these clothes were comfortable and everything but having a nice set like Roy's would be cool and very useful in battle.

Crossing his legs and sitting down he examined the scroll, not caring about what it actually said he just decided to go over the list of monsters in the area and thought of ways he would deal with them out loud, it was rather simple really. "Avoid water, if not rocket. Axe, axe, rocket. Maybe rocket for the mole, or axe of the leech, hmmm." He pondered about it for a bit before going down to the pairs list. He didn't recognize the name of the person he was paired up with, nor did he realize that he was already up and ready before Coran was. Coran got up and stood next to his partner and introduced himself."I'm Coran, this is Mogul Khan." He would say pounding his chest with his fist then gesturing to his axe. "Now, let's go kill stuff."