Guardian of Light App

Key:A New World

IC Name: Armin

What are you apping for: Guardians of Light Saga

Reasoning: Mesmerized by the spectacle of strength and how it formed the community, Armin's yearning to be a part of something grand awakened a dormant light within.

Moment(?): Armin, in a state of unconscious bliss, fell further into his psyche. A warmth coddled him in the veil of black, swallowed him entirely until he lay undisturbed. Unconsciousness was not a memorable experience, the blank spaces betwixt lapsed time left many groggy and unaware, Armin however was completely immersed. His senses were amplified, the buzz of electrons atop his skin felt like vibrating bee's and the voice which came later, a locomotive whistle reverberating in his eardrums.

"The doorway awaits. . . Your heart's desire will be your guiding key." A cryptic message, but what baffled him greater was the sudden sensation of movement-- his legs were beneath him. He'd either been rendered so thoroughly unconscious that he was dreaming up this whimsical reality, or this was some mystical endeavor. From the tower perhaps?

Despite forthcoming evidence to verify any claim, piqued curiosity and a lack of hesitation drew Armin closer to the manifesting door. The stone archway was muddled with green and moss, imitating the entrance to the tower-- symbolically. As he passed through the threshold, what he found was not the inside of the tower, an upward spiraling interior, but instead three obelisks, each with their own respective weaponry: Sword, Shield and Staff.

The voice returned, ushering him to choose a path, perhaps of destruction, wisdom, solidarity. He reached out, fingers clasping the hilt of the blade. He'd always related with a sword, it was an ambiguous symbol, one of valor, terror, loyalty or hope. The wielder decided the image correlated and he liked that. When the decision was set in stone, he was thrust into the waking world completely unassuming.