Corgan Arcas*, -The Ice Alchemist-

[-Dark Kaleb]

Corgan R Arcas

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Name: Corgan R Arcas
Age: Dont know yet
Nickname: Kid

Class:
(Ice)Water/Wind
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Books in Possession:

• The Book of Water
• Book of Water: Maelstrom
• Book of Water: Vapor Trails
• Book of Water: Tempest
• Book of Water: Water Master

• Book of Wind
• Book of Wind: Tornado
• Book of Wind: Cyclone
• Book of Wind: Hydrogen
• Book of Water: Wind Master

Secondary Class:
Druid

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Items Carried:

• - Familiar Dragon Egg
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• - Alchemist Orb
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• - Fast Ring
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• - Water Alchemist Dragon Sword

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---Birth->17---

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Corgan was born to Korinth Arcas and Chi Arcas in Galam. His birth coincided with the rise of the Zaleran Empire. Korinth Arcas was a middle aged man who had a rough life. He would leave early in the morning to try and find part time work at the Galam trading markets. Korinth was able to balance his primary job and his secondary job with his family, but only for a time. They were a poor family who could barely afford the rent and taxes enforced by the city. There were numerous times when the only one that would eat at night would be baby Corgan.

When the Yensa corporation began making its mark on the cities economy it became clear that money problems were going to get much worse. Taxes rose as well as their weekly rent. Korinth was ashamed of the fact that he could no longer take care of his family. One night Korinth felt that all hope was lost and walked out on his wife Chi and his son Corgan. He left all the money he had left with them. It was the last time they both would ever see him.

Chi, left without a husband, was forced to prowl the streets with her baby son Corgan on her back. Eating out of trashcans brought the two to an all time low. Corgan began to get sick almost every other week, not being able to keep food down. Without money to afford a healing mage Chi had to make do with what she could. It would be six more years of the same routine day in and day out before their luck would begin to change, for the worse.

At age seven Corgan had become a practical thief, stealing what he could to survive. Anything from fine jewelry to apples on market shelves. Him and his mother had taken refuge in an old hut made of steel sheets hanging over rotted wood. When it rained, water would leak down onto the two. It was with sheer luck that they were able to survive the coldest of nights.

One day Corgan was traveling through the market place choosing wealthy targets to "pick". He was aware that the ones who carried large bags were most likely to also have bodyguards in the vicinity. A scar on his left arm reminded him of that fact daily. Corgan found a perfect target, a young woman with a very large pouch on her thigh. She was immersed in talking with a merchant, words unknown to Corgan.

Corgan made his move a little too soon as a hand grabbed his shoulder and threw him on the ground. A sword was brought to his throat as four large men stood over him. It was apparent that they had set a trap for Corgan, or possibly other thieves. It was impossible to tell with the crime rate. The law of the Yensa was that if you were caught attempting to steal anything or even looked as if you were going to steal something you would face death immediately. The Yensa obviously didn't like competition in the lieing, stealing, and cheating business.

They were about to strike Corgan down when a scream came from behind them. They turned to look, which was all Corgan needed to escape. Unfortunately for Corgan he had run into the very object the people were beginning to cower from. A very sickly man hit the ground when Corgan ran into him. His face was covered in boils and his eyes were stricken completely white. He moaned in pain and ceased to move.

Whispers in the crowd were speaking of the plague. Corgan was unaware at the time but he had just been infected with the great Ezekiel Plague. Corgan didn't pause to check to see if he was alright. Instead he ran off into the crowds towards his small hut too frightened to look back, also fearing the guards would be after him. His heart was racing, his face bloodshot red.

Corgan heard a whimper of a scream in the distance, most likely the man he had run into was killed by the guards. He felt a minimal amount of sorrow for the fate of the now dead man. It was hard enough to worry about his mother and himself let alone some man he had just ran into, literally.

When Corgan made it home he began to feel sick. He as unable to keep what food he ate down. The effects of the plague were setting in already. A fever hit hard that night and Corgan fell into a deep sleep. Sweat permeated his forehead and his mother watched over him as well she could unaware that she too had been infected. In Corgans mind a new realm was discovered, perhaps brought on by the plague.

Ice everywhere he remembers thinking. Endless fields of ice with spires protruding randomly till the horizon. Small trees were frozen over and the sky was crystal clear with no atmosphere hindering his view of the stars. No giant canopys were obstructing his view of the black night sky.

The air was cold, and tasted dry. Small clouds emerged when he let out breath. The ground he walked on was like a mirror, reflecting every move he made. No sounds came from anywhere. It was an ice desert with no life anywhere. A cold shriek from the distance shattered the pure silence. Corgan's heart raced as the sound echoed through his entire body. It was a word but unidentifiable to his ears. Its sound resonated in the ice beneath his feat.

Like thunder another cold shriek sounded, this one cracking the ice under his feat. The pupils of his greenish-blue eyes shrunk to the size of a point. His body, like the land, was frozen in place by the fear of what awaited him. A shadow like figure broke the horizons pure line. Corgan desperately tried to break free of his paralysis, but to no avail. He was sure that thing, whatever it is, was going to swallow him whole. Even with it gaining ground on him he still couldn't make it out. Like a silhouette of a giant monster in the shadows. It would be upon him in seconds. A small whimper made its way out of his mouth.

Chi had stirred Corgan awake with a jolt of his arms. He was drenched in his own sweat, and ice cold. When Chi removed her hand from his shoulder small amounts of frost had enveloped her arm. To her shock she moved back from his waking body. It was a very humid day in the summer and his body had seemed to radiate cold.

Corgan looked confused when he looked at his mothers confused expression. The frost vapor soon vanished leaving both of them perplexed as to what had happened. Chi looked at Corgan and gave a weak smile. That was when Corgan noticed that she was sweating profusely, just as much as he was. He swept away at her forehead, scattering the sweat.

They only had three loafs of bread to eat, all three of them we covered in mold. It tasted horrible and neither of them could keep it down. They both passed in and out of wet sleeps. Two days went by and Corgan's mother was forced to the street to beg for food. Corgan, being only seven and physically weakened from the lack of food and plague, was unable to help his mother.

One night she returned with a fresh loaf and a face full of bruises. Her clothes were half torn off and her lip was bleeding. Corgan didn't have the heart to ask her what she went through to get the food. It was obvious on her face that she had to do many things that she would never do if her sons life wasn't on the line. Corgan ate what he could before he passed into another dream filled slumber.

The ice plains returned, unscathed since the last time he was there. He was sure the monster was still lurking around these dead lands. In the previous dreams it had come within grasping range of him but was never able to take hold of him. Corgan was sure that this time he would be able to speak to it. The familiar shriek pierced the horizon. Corgan's body froze again, unable to move. The power the monster had over him was unbelievable.

The shadowy figure emerged over the horizon taking to the skies. Its body was slightly more visible each time Corgan saw it. An overpowering pressure overcame his body causing him to struggle just to stand straight. Another shriek pierced his body and cracked the ice under him. It came closer and closer eventually revealing its cyan glowing eyes and long talons. Corgan gathered all the courage he could muster and let out the only thing he could. "What are you!", he screamed.

A faint hum of laughter came about as the creature coiled into the sky. It spoke but its words were inaudible. As if it was speaking in a way known but unknown to Corgan. Corgan woke at the sound of his mother's scream. She was crouched in what could be considered the corner of their hut. There was blood all over the ground and she was crouched over on herself.

Corgan was unable to move. He wished that his dream hadn't ended so he wouldn't have to deal with this. His mother had died a horrible and painful death and there was nothing he could do about it. A tear fell from his eye only to freeze on his cheek. Three more dreamless nights past and the plague was beginning to take the same effect it had on his now deceased mother. Corgans vision began to get darker, his movements were less effective. He knew that he was only going to last one more night. Corgan fell into a dream that would change his life forever.

This time the shriek came instantly. Corgan did not get scared this time, nor did he freeze up. The beast hurled itself over the horizon much faster than it had done before. Its features were more easily made aware. It had two massive wings easily spanning the length of the sun in the distance. It had four limbs all marked with razor sharp talons. Its eyes glowed a brilliant cyan. The most remarkable feature about it though was the fact that it was made entirely of ice. Its wings thumped hard, creating an eery heartbeat sound.

Corgan waited for it to get closer then repeated his question, "What are you!". The beast moved in a spiral and closed the distance between the two. The creature halted his movement and proceeded to float just in front of him. The monster dwarfed Corgan by a ration of ten to one. It gave out a mumbled laugh.

"Boy, I am your soul", the creature spoke. Its voice was raspy and agitated. "You are dieing Corgan and the only way for you to survive is to give in to me" Every instinct Corgan had told him not to trust the beast. Corgans eyes never left the giants. "If you die Corgan, we both die." he said. Corgan moved back slightly. "I don't believe you, you are a demon!", Corgan cried.

"If you resist, it will be very painful and take a lot longer than it has too", the ice dragon spoke. Its eyes brightened ten fold and Corgan became paralyzed.

Corgan felt a chill running up his legs. He looked down to see that the ice was moving up his body like a plant would climb up a building. Corgan tried to get free but was unable to move. The dragon did not say another word but it was obvious to Corgan that it would do what it must to survive.

Slowly the ice enveloped his neck and then his head freezing him in an ice tomb. Outside of Corgans mind his physical body began to turn a chilling ice blue. The area around him and his mother all began to ice over. In under five minutes everything within a meter radius of Corgan was coated in layers of ice. Even the air around him was approaching absolute zero.

Ten years went by and Corgan stayed in this state. Various peoples had tried to move their bodies only to lose limbs to the cold state of the air around the two. As it appeared on the outside Corgan remained motionless, but in his body the last remnants of the plague were dieing off. He continued to age within the ice. Corgan had cured himself of the plague.

Eventually the ice began to melt and Corgans body approached an average around forty degrees. When he woke the area around him was completely different, and in fact worse than it had been. There were various frozen limbs strewn about in various directions. Behind him was his mother, perfectly preserved in ice. Corgan turned away never to come to the alley again.

---The Old Man---

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Two months of wondering the streets provided less than a living for him. Scraps left in the streets provided nourishment. Over-hangings on buildings provided shelter from the weather. Corgan's mind was not able to comprehend what had happened the last ten years. He was aware in his dreamstate the entire time. Frozen and staring at the endless horizon. It almost began to drive him insane if it wasn't for the warmth the ice covering him brought.

The ice wasn't a normal ice, but rather one made up of his own being. It felt like a blanket one would keep their entire childhood. Something that you take everywhere because it makes you feel safe. Corgan didn't understand the why, but he was thankful that the dragon had saved his life.

Corgan hadn't a single dream since the day he was frozen. He truly wondered if the dragon was even still there. There was a significant trait that was left one him though; his body never seemed to rise above forty degrees. That alone frightened almost anyone that came in close contact with Corgan. His touch was chilling to the bone.

One day Corgan was prowling the market looking for a good bust when he spotted an old man wearing gold armor and carrying a large staff. He figured there would be around five hundred gold in his pouch by the size of it.

Corgan began his swipe run, blending in with the crowds. He moved as if he was a leaf in an ocean. His movements were precise and sleek. Kaleb approached within a meter and made his move. When Corgans hand grasped the pouch something odd happened. An odd substance that looked like gelatin water began to move up his hand and onto his arm.

Corgan jumped back but was unable to release his arm of its hold. The man in the armor turned and smiled at Corgan. "Looks like you picked the worst person to pick today young one", he said with a little humor in his voice. The humor was only temporary as the water made its way up his arm and onto his chest. Corgan was thrown against the wall behind him as the water solidified. It felt as if a metal sheet had been placed over him.

He struggled to free himself but was unable to. The old mans smile faded as he looked at Corgan. "What type of creature has blueish skin and is cold to the touch?", he asked. He didn't know whether to answer or not.

"I'm human", Corgan said while still trying to free himself. "Human you say?", the old man had a very curious look on his face as the water on Corgan began to freeze. His body temperature was lowering dramatically. This was most likely an instinctual reaction to danger rather than a willful act.

The water became brittle and Corgan was able to break an arm free, then the other. He pushed himself off the wall breaking the rest of the ice and bolted down the closest alley. The old man had done nothing to prevent this from happening. He simply looked at Corgan was the most curious of faces.

Corgan was running as fast as he could down a very large alley. He ducked in and out of every turn he could muster. After passing the fifth block he was sure that he wasn't being followed. He leaned against a wall and fell on his back. Corgan was sweating profusely only to have it form frost on his brow. Catching his breath proved to be a hard task to accomplish.

Letting his head rest on the wall Corgan looked up towards the roofs. "Mind telling me how you were able to freeze water on contact young man?", the old man spoke. Corgan tried to lift himself up but found that he was stuck to the wall. Water had somehow managed to make its way onto his chest, arms, and legs holding him in place. Corgan tried as hard as he could to break free but it felt even harder than before.

"What do you want from me!", Corgan screamed as he gave up struggling. The old man turned transparent for a second then splashed down in front of Corgan only to reform. "I want to know why someone that can freeze my water on contact is a petty thief. There are far better uses for someone of your talents." Corgan was taken back by what he said. What did he know, he hadn't been through what he had. Besides, Corgan couldn't even control the cold.

The old man came very close to Corgans face and looked intently at his skin. "I see...", he said as if examining a test animal for an experiment. "You use your energy to condense water on your skin causing it to freeze. The more energy your exert the more moisture is condensed. Where did you learn this?", the old man asked.

Corgan was taken back at the fact that the old man knew more about him that he did. "I didn't learn it from anywhere, its been this way since I woke from my dream." Corgan finished and began talking about what had happened between him and the ice dragon. It took all but five minutes for him to tell his story, the old man said nothing until he was finished.

The old man placed his hand on Corgans chest as if feeling for something. The water directly under his hand froze almost instantly, as if protecting Corgan from harm. "I see...", he said again, his voice carrying the familiar curiosity. The old man stayed crouched over as if contemplating something important. His eyes were distant and faded. Corgan then noticed that the water, both frozen and liquefied, had retreated back onto the old man.

"You are a unique person Mr?", the old man stated. "Corgan, Corgan Arcas", Corgan said hesitantly. "I am unfamiliar with your family, but I suppose thats not a surprise given your current lifestyle." The old man stood up offering his hand to Corgan, which Corgan refused rudely. It didn't seem to bother the man even the slightest.

"Corgan, come with me please. I want to show you something, after you have seen you are free to go. If you refuse then I will turn you into the guards and you can see how far that takes you."

Corgan had no choice in the matter as far as he was concerned. The old man had abilities that only educated people could learn. In Galam-Yensa, people that had those unique traits were often hunted down and turned into slave laborers or worse. Some became bounty hunters and some even joined the ranks of the Yensa corporation or the Zaleran League. Almost all routes led to an untimely death.

The old man tossed Corgan a fresh apple covered in hardened carmel cider. This was a delicacy, even among royalty. He didn't waste a moment downing the entire apple in three voracious bites. He had never tasted something so fresh and tasteful. The old man looked at him and smiled, "You shouldn't eat so fast, you can't savor the flavor."

Corgans sleeve had to serve as a cloth to wipe the caramel off the parts of his face that his tongue couldn't reach. "Will there be more food?", he asked trying to hold his emotions back. The old man smiled and began to walk with Corgan in tow.

It took all of an hour to reach his domicile. It was similar to an arch dome church by five times smaller. Its white walls stood out among the old abandoned houses around it. Corgan wondered how it had aged so well when everything else around had weathered a hurricanes worth of damage.

Corgan was still moving his tongue about the roof of his mouth trying to scrape the last bits of caramel away. When they approached the door it appeared to be distorted somehow. It looked almost as if it was under a thin layer of water. It finally made sense as to why it looked so perfect. The same thin water layer that was coating the old man was also coating his mansion. Albeit a much thicker version of it. Corgan couldn't hold the question in any longer, "Are you a mage?", Corgan asked.

The old man let out a loud laugh followed by a large smile. "No Corgan, I am an alchemist." His voice was full of pride and glamor. It was the first time Corgan had ever heard of the word. Alchemist... Corgan thought. The word sounded right for some reason. Little did Corgan know that that word would change his life forever.

---The Book of Water---

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Corgan and the old man went towards the large building. The water parted in an oval shape and the door opened automatically. Corgan wondered if the old man was controlling the water somehow or if it was alive itself. Inside of the house it felt uncomfortably warm. Corgans body began to steam like dry ice left out on a hot day. The old man laughed again and asked Corgan to pause for a moment.

The air in the room slowly deceased in temperature until Corgan wasn't steaming at all. He thought about asking him what he did but he was sure that the old man would just laugh at him. The old man took off his armor to reveal his muscular structure. It readily became apparent that he had served his time in war. Numerous scars were scattered about his back and chest.

The house was decorated with hundreds of books strewn about in various places. Weapons such as staffs, swords and bows hung on the overhang near the door. Candles were burning furiously proliferating the light in the room to an extent Corgan had never seen before. It was like a giant museum of wonders from around the world.

"What is your name?", Corgan asked hesitantly. The man turned slowly as if unsure how to answer. "You can call me Rem" his voice had a hint of sadness. Rem turned to look at Corgan and gestured for him to follow. Corgan followed suit.

Rem and Corgan approached the back of the mansion where a large door was located. Behind the door Corgan could only guess what awaited them. Rems large hands grabbed the duel handles and opened them together. A loud pop of the hinge sounded then the doors opened. In front of Corgan were three rows of five books each. There were three different symbols, one symbol for an entire row.

"These are what I wanted to show you Corgan", Rem said. Corgan just looked in awe at the books. They seemed to emanate energy from within; almost calling to Corgan. Rem reached out and grabbed the first book in the second row. It was marked with three wavy horizontal lines that were parallel to one another. On the bottom were words that Corgan couldn't understand. Unfortunately he had never attended any school, so he never learned to read.

Rem seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. "Corgan, the words on this book can't be read by someone who doesn't have a connection with it. Once you establish the connection and pass its test, then can you comprehend the secrets this book holds." Corgan looked ill at the thought. Rem held the book out for Corgan to take.

Corgan hesitated for a brief moment then took the book with both hands. It was heavy, weighing at least thirty pounds. The book spanned from his left shoulder to right shoulder with some to spare. It was easily a foot thick with a large metal clamp holding it sealed. Corgan looked at Rem and asked, "What book is this?"

Rem looked at him then at the book, "Why don't you ask it?". Corgan looked confused and distraught. How was he supposed to ask a book what it was. A small burst of energy flowed into his body. Corgan looked surprised but then felt very weak. He stumbled backwards and lost his balance. Rem did nothing to prevent the fall. Corgan collapsed into darkness.

The ice fields were exactly how he remembered them. The mirror surface was still as perfect as it had been the last time he saw it. The wind was slightly heavier and the air was a little more moist than it was last time. Corgan took a step forward and looked down at his reflection. Corgan was stunned to see that his reflection was not looking back at him.

The reflection started walking away from him. Its movements were exactly the same as Corgans. It was about three feet away when it fell to its knees and climbed through the ice. First was its hands then its head and the rest. It looked just like Corgan except it was of a darker tint than he was. Its eyes were a glowing cyan, its expression was mute.

Corgan's heart began to race as the two locked eyes. "Who are you", Corgan asked. It's mouth opened and spoke, but off tone. It was as if it's words took forever to reach Corgans ears but its mouth was still moving at the same speed. "I am the Knowledge of Water. The first of five tests. I have much I can teach you Corgan but you must first pass my tests."

What kind of tests could it be thinking of Corgan wondered. He didn't have enough time to react as the mirror images fist smashed against Corgans face. Corgan hit the ice hard, cracking its surface. The pain was unimaginable. It felt as if he had been dropped off a building onto his face. Corgan was trying to get back up when the mirror image slammed its leg into his stomach propelling him fifteen meters away.

Blood smeared the ice below his mouth. It froze into a crimson crystal formation. Corgan looked over to see the mirror image running at full speed across the ice. Corgan lifted himself off the ice only to catch another fist in the face. This time the replica grabbed his leg before he was out of reach. It spun Corgan around until reaching maximum speed in which it launched Corgan into the air.

Corgan screamed in pain as he soared high over the icy plains below. His mind flashed images of his mother and father, the diseased man he had run into on the streets, and the old man who let him collapse. Irritation began to grow when he remembered Rem. The old man was putting him through this torture when he could have done something to help him.

Opening his eyes he saw the replica launch itself into the air with precision and force. A circular wave of air exploded from behind it taking the ice with it. Corgan felt the pressure in his mind increase as more and more ice began to crack. The replica was almost on him, and the pain was increasing drastically. He could do nothing to stop its accent.

With a loud crash the replica smashed its knee into Corgans stomach then spun around to kick him hard into the ground far below. Corgan was unable to fade into unconsciousness for some reason and was left to deal with the pain. Corgans body smashed into the ice below kicking up debris as far as a half mile high. Underneath the ice was a flowing ocean of water.

Corgan looked above to see that the mirror image was standing on the crevice of the hole looking down at Corgan drifting farther and farther down. Corgan wanted to keep drifting, to stay as he was and away from the pain but he couldn't give up. He needed to accomplish something, but that something was unknown to him.

A loud screech came from the deep abyss beneath him. Corgan turned to see two bright cyan eyes approaching from the blackness. Corgan braced himself for another attack when the ice dragon appeared out of the depths. The dragon caught Corgans clothes in its mouth and dragged him up, swimming as if it was natural. The mirror image took a step back as the mammoth dragon exploded through the ice carrying Corgan in its mouth.

It flew high then swooped down in front of the replica. The dragon dropped Corgan from its mouth and proceeded to analyze the replica. It then turned its head to the coughing Corgan who was laying prone on the ice. "You would let yourself be beaten in your world Corgan. You are weak. Maybe I should take control and let you wonder these plains instead." Corgan somehow knew the threat was completely false. Two words resonated within his mind; Your world.

Corgan lifted himself up and faced the replica. His body hurt so bad that he could barely stand. The replica bolted into a dead run pulling a sword from apparently nowhere. It was going to run Corgan completely through. Corgan flinched in defense raising both his arms which were drenched in water. Ice spires protruded two feet from his crossed arms. The replica was too close to avoid smashing into them.

The replica slammed into the spike trap taking the longest one straight through the head. Corgan slid backwards a couple feet and managed to open one of his eyes. The replica had its mouth open and between its eyes was a large ice spire. The mirror image vanished and Corgan was left alone with the dragon.

The dragon spoke then, "Beginners luck, your still pathetic." Corgan looked over at the dragon then fell backwards into unconsciousness.

When Corgan woke up there was a large fire going in front of him. On top of him were layers of huge animal pelts, all almost frozen solid. Corgan looked around him to see if Rem was anywhere near. The only thing that was within grasp though was the book that had sent him into unconsciousness. Corgan looked at the book and was astonished to find the words at the bottom of it readable.

Rem approached Corgan then, "You have been out for four days and five nights. There was a moment there where I thought I was going to lose you. Your body began completely freezing everything around. I had to get that fire going and keep it going to prevent my entire house from freezing." Corgan looked at him apologetically.

Rem looked at him, "So what do the words at the bottom of the book say Corgan?"

Corgan Replied, "The Alchemist Book of Water". Rem smiled.

---Water Alchemist Training---

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Three months had passed since Corgan began reading the Book of Water. Rem had taken very good care of Corgan. He had provided food, shelter, and even advice on learning techniques. Corgan found out very quickly that he was a very slow learner. The simplest of techniques took him weeks to understand. The concept of channeling your will power into energy through physical contact was a very hard concept for Corgan.

There was one moment when the book spoke of creating shapes out of water. Starting with simple two dimensional shapes like triangles, circles, and squares. Corgan had a difficult time controlling how the water moved. He would place the proper amount of water indicated by the book in the proper inclined plate. He would then use only his index fingers to shape the water and keep it that shape. For an odd reason though his shapes would always collapse into amorphous forms.

After Corgan became proficient at creating stable two dimensional shapes he moved onto three dimensional. He found that the hardest shape to make was a three dimensional octagon. That shape alone took two months out of Corgans life. What made matters worse was the fact that he cold only hold three dimensional shapes for around a minute max. As far as Corgan could think back the water shell around Rem had never diminished, not even for a second. The amount of concentration and pure energy that Rem had made Corgan look like a bug to an elephant.

It took another two years of stability training before Corgan could make any shape he wanted at will. Albeit the amount of water that he could manipulate was about a cubic foot. Corgan never once asked Rem why he had taken him in, he was just glad to have a meal daily and something to do that didn't involve pocketing someone else's money.

One day Corgan and Rem went to the market to grab some needed supplies. Rem wanted to pick up a large stand for Corgan to practice on and also grab some apples. Corgan had grown very fond of apples and Rem enjoyed them thoroughly as well.

After picking up the necessary items the two began making their way back to the mansion. Out of the corner of Corgans eye he saw someone running towards them. Behind the man that was running were two guards yelling for him to stop. At closer inspection the man was carrying two large pouches full of gold. Rem put a hand on Corgans shoulder as if telling him not to interfere. But Corgan was eager to test his abilities in a real situaton.

Rem had told him many stories of alchemist wars. Stories of alchemists using their elements so perfeclty that it seemed that it was literally apart of them. He had even told Corgan about two alchemists that used alchemy so well that their names can not be forgotten. One of their names was Drake Remus, also a water alchemist. The other was Leopold Crowley, a fire alchemist. Drake had died almost a century back and Leopold was still prowling the countryside to this day. Both were legends.

The man was running fast and directly in the path of Rem and Corgan. Corgan placed his hand in his back pouch where he kept his cubic foot of water handy. It instantly coiled into the shape of a sphere, perfectly fitting within the grasp of his hand. Corgan took off to meet the man head on. Rem's expression was that of annoyance.

The man tried to veer off course but it was too late. Corgan was already upon him. Corgan lifted the sphere out from behind his back and launched it forward. The sphere collided with the mans head shattering the sphere only after the impact. The man gave out a yelp of pain as he hit the ground hard. The crooks face was covered in a mixture of blood and water. His forehead had been pressed open by the water sphere.

The crowd looked in awe and fear as Corgan stood above the downed thief. The guards finally caught up and thanked Corgan for stopping him. Behind the guards a man overly dressed in what appeared to be silk emerged. "Thank you for stopping this thief", he said to Corgan. Corgan didn't say a word.

The guards grabbed the two money bags and handed them to the victim. "As a reward sir, you may have these." The victim handed Corgan twenty gold pieces. Corgan didn't know what to say to him except, "Thanks".

The guards, crook, and victim all flowed back into the crowd and Corgan returned to Rem. His face was annoyed and overflowed with irritation. "There is no need to get involved in petty affairs like that Corgan. People with our talents must face a larger picture." Rem turned around and began to walk back leaving the supplies for Corgan to carry. Corgan was just pleased that he had gained twenty gold pieces and finally had a chance to use his abilities in a live scenario. Although Rem didn't express it, Corgan was sure that he was proud of him.

They arrived home in a timely fashion just as large dark clouds moved in above. Corgan had became very comfortable around rain clouds as they provided almost limitless amounts of protection for water alchemists. Rem didn't say a word for the rest of the night, keeping to himself in his room.

Corgan was awake all night. His body was filled with excitement as he realized the practical applications his abilities could yield. Perhaps there was a chance for this thief turned alchemist. His eyes watched the ceiling until he lapsed into a deep sleep.

The air was cold and familiar. Corgan was very much aware of where he was located. A cold shriek pierced the horizon but unlike all previous times nothing emerged. Hours went by and not a single sound resonated the void. Corgan wondered where the dragon was, and why it wasn't coming at him.

A loud voice boomed into the landscape coming from all directions at once. Corgan couldn't make the words out but they sounded familiar. The titanic voice sounded again this time cracking the sky like glass. He took a step backwards then fell. A void had appeared directly behind him leading to a dark abyss. Corgan tried to scream but was unable to voice anything. He reached his hand for the ledge but it pulled away too fast.

Rems face came into view directly above him. Corgan woke up and noticed his bedsheets were completely frozen to his body. Rems face showed no emotion, no concern for his apprentice.

"We need to accelerate your training Corgan. The beast inside you is desperately trying to take over.", Rem said as he moved backwards to allow Corgan to get up. Like a large piece of flat wood Corgan pushed the solid blanket onto the ground. It made a sound like metal hitting stone placing a notable mark on the floor. Corgans eyes grew wide as he tried to comprehend what he saw.

The entire room was covered in ice. Large spires hung from the ceiling like stone pillars inside a cave. The walls were a silvery blue tint with more than an inch of ice on them. The floor was covered in cracked ice stretching all the way to the door. Corgans eyes made their way towards Rem. He instantly noticed that the protective layer of water that he kept around him was completely gone.

Corgan looked at Rem in shock, "What happened?". His voice gave away the fear and the anxiety that he was feeling. Rem looked at Corgan with his brown eyes. "Nothing too bad, I had to remove my barrier before it froze. If I hadn't I would have died almost immediately." Corgans eyes grew watery. Tears flew down the side of his face only to freeze just before they left his chin.

"I'm sorry Rem. I don't", Rem cut him off mid sentence.

"Don't worry about it, I have a few tricks myself you know.", Rem smiled then walked towards the non-existent fire. It ignited instantaneously throwing sparks in random directions. Slowly the fire worked its way around the room as if it had a mind of its own. The ice evaporated before it had a chance to melt. Once the action was complete and the room was back to normal; Rem looked at Corgan.

"Tomorrow we will begin the second part of the first book; weapon creation.", Rem turned and exited the room. Corgan stayed awake the rest of the night trying to comprehend all of the nights events. What was the beast trying to do. Corgan was far from learning the truth, he knew that for sure.

---Water Alchemist Training: Part II---

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Rem came into the room and Corgan was wide awake. He had stayed up the entire night thinking of the events that shook the foundations of his mind. Rem appeared to be in a cheery mood, something unusual for him.

"Corgan", he said as he grabbed himself a chair. "Today I will teach you had to mold water into a weapon. The weapon in which it forms will be like an extension of your body, it should be able to flow at will. It should be able to be as hard as a diamond and as soft as a feather. Grab the book and meet me in the training chamber", Rem finished speaking and allowed Corgan to move past him to grab the alchemist book.

A few minutes later the two were inside the training chamber. The air was very silent, much like the icy desert inside of Corgans mind. Rem stood in front of Corgan holding a large metal broadsword. Its blade was rather dull and had scratches in it from battles long past.

"Corgan", form your water into a poll.

Physical Description:
White Hair, Bluish-Green Eyes, Pale-Blue skin, Average Build, About 5 1/2 feet tall.

Mental Description:
Not Timid at all, Aware of his abilities, Knows that he is unique.

This post has been edited by Dark Kaleb on Jul 11 2008, 12:03 PM

[Ciara]

Holy crap that was amazing, definitely held my attention too. However there are a few grammatical errors such as using to instead of too, just so you know. I'm not sure if your completely finished yet cause you said you were finishing up on it, but if you are finished I would like to suggest for maybe a few more personality details strewn into the story perhaps because so far all I can render is that he is a thief in attitude, maybe you could add how he interacts with his mother or something like that. Well that's all I have to say right now, other than sweet job.

By the way I mainly posted this to point out the grammatical errors i noticed such as a few 'to's instead of 'too'

[-Destinysend]

Rules Kaleb. You have to follow them too. Go win your natural occurring abilities, that's six contest wins if I recall the shop right. Since when did we allow master alchemies to alchemists who have a secondary class? Oh, and when did you gain a purple token for your dragon? Or the extra token to hatch. If my memory serves me right, the familiar egg was never released until recently.

[-Luthe]

Well written. Complete as Complete can be. I do agree with Destinysend on the contest part though. The staff can't be biased towards themselves. This has held true ever since the second age when Destiny was asked to give up his massive list of Mages spells to conform to the class rules, keeping only what was allowed. Even Dest went out of her way to win a contest to gain a third character slot. Let's not start playing the game of staff over members again. We already have a massive post count over many of theirs anyway.

There seems to be a little confusion over this alchemy thing, so don't change that just yet. Were going to see if we can't wheedle this thing out.

[-Sheepshifter]

Wow, the history actually makes you feel sorry for him.

[Lungo]

Complete as complete can be? He's missing his appearance and personality descriptions lol. It'd be different if your history included both within it... but as far as I can see, it doesn't.

I think we're all jumping the gun on this a bit tbh... I don't think he's finished w/ it yet. I'm hoping by "natural abilities" he means in terms of replicated effects by use of actual alchemy (he does have a lot of posts... it would be virtually nothing to replicate the effects).

I too wonder about the Matter alchemy. And the dragon egg. But it isn't hatched, according to the image... right?

Edit: Yep, 6 contest wins.

Actually, his personality can be evinced in his profile... but if that's all we're going on, it's vague as all hell. All we know about him is that he'll do anything to survive. And he loved his mother. And there's no spec of physical description in there at all.

And now that I think about it, you probably meant complete as can be for his history... right?

This post has been edited by Lungo on Mar 21 2008, 11:25 PM

[-Luthe]

I was under the impression that it would be added later (Description/Personality). It would be boarderline to the next level after Complete I think with them in place. I like the creative layout of the profile. Grammatical errors subtract from it, but everyone makes those mistakes.

[-Relik]

Like you said Lungo, his personality is vague, if existent at all. The only personality we see is when he's a child, and he's now a teenager. No idea what he looks like (hitsugaya rocks) and how he acts. The history's alright, it's a good recalling of the actual events, but there's little character interaction between characters and the character to reader. Great bio though. I want to see what else you throw in there.

[-Dark Kaleb]

Updated. Still working on it.

[-Dark Kaleb]

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