The lost, individuals who, due to their nature, slip through the cracks of the real and the imagined worlds. Ignored, spurned, they simply slip out of existence. And into a new world. The damaged bits of the real world, dreams, fragments of the shattered sanity of those broken in the real world

In other words, a world of nightmares.

The exiles, a band of warriors, theives, murderers. The dregs of both worlds, human and imagined. They where sent to the realm between worlds and wander the wasteland.

Two groups, fighting for the only way out. Can they win? A strange war of magic, machine, and strange unnatural things.

The focus of the story is that one group are outcastes, people who have either lost interest in their own world. Or further, they where lost when people simply forgot about them.

The Exiles are criminals who seek to destroy and cause terror for terror itself. Pretty simple.

The third, mystery group, where the guardians of the balance between the worlds. What is their purpose, why are they here. Why are you here? Simply put, they are the only individuals who can enter and exit the world between at will.

A note: The world of imagination is a free for all, but while you remain in the world in between you are bound by the laws, power is limited and everyone is on equal footing, whether they can use or know about it. :p


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Name: Padwain O'Donnahugh
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Lost
Brief description or picture: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2026/...81a3e97429.jpg
Brief history: A long time ago, and only minutes ago, he was a warrior on the battlefield. Challenging opponents and striking down those that got in his path, he was an incredible fighter. His rough tongue, quick hands, and sharp eyes led him to the greatest revalation of his clan. He saw the realm of the gods. Only few have seen this wonderful paradise and reached it, becoming gods themselves. In his sleep one night, after drunkenly boasting about becoming a god, and stealing the honorary Libations, he passed out in his house and awoke in the strange, terrifying world. Looking around the rolling hills of red grass and sky of purple.

Now he has met the Lost, warriors and weaklings from every era stranded in the world between. He resides in the small gate at the front of the city, his sword the first out to fight back the demons from all worlds that often attack, the Exiles, as they where called.

Personality: A brash, arrogant young man who has seen the entrance of the "realm of the gods". His arrogance and pride leads him to slip between worlds in his sleep. He seems to be a hot headed warrior but he keeps his head on when confronted with opposing clans. His only dream, to reach the realm of the gods and show his strength to all.
Equipment: A large claymore. Old and in disrepair this sword focuses on the users strength to batter the oponent to death.