Benaiah Atsuko Zhen
Judge

I don't know if I am CURSED or BLESSED one like me has never been, I am immortal in every sense of the Logos. I have been gifted with being born a Natural LYCAN & VAMP yet I break every rule of the tale you hear about the creatures. I am the Original Z Alpha queen of both position because I was the starting time. My giving and abilities allow me to REGENERATE or { regen as I call it ), Shapechange into any animate being bird or mammal, consecrate person the curse I have been born with yet I can choose whether they are vamps or lycans and whether they can eliminate on the curse, then I can create smaller interlingual rendition of me not with all my power but a vamper-lycan, I can transfer into a vaporous gas or smoking, I can phone animal from the wild to come and wait on me for any length of time they can refuse but they usually don't, from one taste of anything I can get its story sadly I can't do that to myself up until the bit I tasted its core, I can sense when others of high-flown ability is in my realm of existence before they are anywhere near me and not screw who that individual is public treasury I see them, in my grove I can see into ones future the course that they can take the decisions that can be made to exchange those paths yet is only happens at my grove it is not secure at beginning but as u travelling closer to me the clearer it becomes, I can dominate creatures with a regard or a look deep into their eyes and they will do my command for as prospicient as I desire or until the turn a loss their usefulness and I let them go or kill them, my trace is not my tail any longer yet it is- it has a name Kensutu and he tells me he is the Maker of Martial artistic production and he is an ever seeking knowledge purport that is like my conscience in a way- me personally I can not physically hold my own in a hired man to hand spot I depend on my f number intensity level and cunning-Kensutu when he chooses can rise into my body and it's a completely different scenario.
My regen is something special it is what makes me deity, normal wound stand no chance the just heal right up within seconds. If I am killed that's where matter get a little more fucked up for the next individual who finds me, you see let's say I'm missing a head word when that creature gets close decent it will lose its capitulum and for the abbreviated of moments his head will be on my eubstance before it changes back to me but don't blink u could miss it, it does bump pretty fast so if there are others they won't even notice especially when their focus is on their associate who has just lost his head word. My regen just takes what it needs, the only thing it leaves behind is a burnt odour next to the victim.
My Sacred grove the spot where I am at peace, where I am most baseborn, and where my abilities military posture increment. This topographic point is called Angkor Wat located in Kingdom of Cambodia, cordinance 13 degree 24'45 '' N 103 point 52'0 '' E, built in the twelth 100 created by Suryavarman II and Jayavarman VII. Angkor Wat was first a Hindoo, later a Buddhist Temple complex in Cambodia and the larger spiritual repository in the public ( until I bought it and made it private ). Its blueprint is based on a Dravidian architecture, with key features such as Jagati, it is designed to act backing MERU, menage of the Devas in Hindu Mythology : within a moat and an outer wall 3.6 kilometer ( 2.2miles ) long are 3 orthogonal galleries, each raised above the adjacent. At the inwardness stands a quincunx of towers. Unlike most Andkorian synagogue, Angkor Wat is originated to the Rebecca West meaning it is modernized without taking away from its beauty.
I have 33 platoons of lycans who turn into swelled than normal silverback gorillas who have a minx as a platoon guide. Each platoon consists of 60 men and women who have been trained as ninja assassinator and the art of insurgent warfare plus 1 for the platoon template. A single squad consists of 15 men and char, these men and charwoman keep the curtilage and the upkeep of the structures. They live their life story here with their family and children. They are all loyal to the grounds and will protect it and me to the decease of them. They are all skipper of the field of combat that has been showed to them and they practice every day so that their reflex stay sharp, of course there is a phone line of command that I am not mentioning you know cause they have to report to somebody before it gets to me it's very alike to the American military social structure. You know navy shipboard soldier air force they have their expanse. I am very well protected in my grove and its outer linings up to a M international mile radius.
I have been blessed with capital fortune when I came back from the destruction I don't remember, I was chosen to have by my slope by a mathematical group of unknowns the one and only ultimate transformer, meaning she has no demarcation line to what she can exchange into as long as it's mechanical. Her epithet is Roamie. Any form she chooses is ten clip better than the original, usually she takes the form of one of those life-size Nipponese fuck dolls or one of those terminator machines like in that film with that one guy, so as to immingle in easily and make-believe to be my secondly. She also can phase or teleport forgetful distance as far as she can see. The size of it of things she can sour into is limited though yet very interest indeed, for example she could turn into one of those powerful air craft carriers but would only be able to carry one vehicle whether that be a storage tank a bus a van 4 motorcycle etc. etc. if you get my purport. She is amazing one of my priceless associate. she does have a weakness won't kill her but will disenable her where she won't be able to move but still speak kinda like being temporarily paralyzed from the neck down, is an E.M.P. blast and depending on how strong the fire will watch how long she is paralyzed. the most passengers she is capable to carry depends on the grade she takes for representative a modest school day bus holds what 30 seated rider which could probably treble if there were no backside. I'm just saying. Oh yeah I might add that she is a copycat too, if she sees it she can do it. Like watch a sniper shoot a target area at a knot away shed be capable to do it at 3 she is a machine of course of study, and since I don't like guns I make an elision for this one on occasion when it's necessary.

Well now, animation does accept its misfortunes mine of course of study is having amnesia from my earlier sprightliness I mean I remember some affair but its more organize towards myself than what I have done or what I was going to do what my finish were, life throws some very occupy curve musket ball. So from this point that I find myself i will always hold on a daybook and some of my blood to remember from now on so this isn't to come about again.
Bahlyial Argent inaugural journal launching, first blood stigma
The year is, damn I don't know, and I am not sure of who I am entirely, I awoke on a vessel and was told I was pulled aboard and as I was transferred one of their crew fell overboard the penny-pinching to me and when he was recovered he was missing an arm, a foot, and his head was caved in like someone had beat a hole through his side, a very odd thing. The first thing I noticed were that these creature were not formula they couldn't even be from the planet. They called me an interesting specimen, how I understood what they were saying is beyond me, even with my doubts of what was happening and the big gaping hole in my computer storage about myself I knew I had no cue of their lyric, yet I understood everything they were saying. Out of nowhere something spoke to me CONTROL YOURSELF I knew what he was saying but I was hungry very hungry I killed everything living on that vessel. Then their posed a problem I didn't know where I was and I couldn't ask anyone cause there was no one left to ask. At that here and now I vowed when I was capable I would never kill like that again.
I searched the whole ship for something that could help oneself me to no avail I was drifting and I knew eventually I would die again if I didn't figure out how to facilitate myself from my electric current predicament. There was a tumid crate in the lading are, well it looked like a crateful, but on finisher examination it was very unmortgaged that it wasn't. Then I got this strange vibe like I was being watched. Yet I knew there was no living fauna on this vas not even a spider. My keen Mary Jane tell me a lot of things. Yet pinpointing this was posing as a problem. So I forgot about it and continued my examination of this rectangular physical object there doesn't seem to be any physical way to get it give looks to be sealed really miserly. fucking aliens I say to myself, and I spoke back yet it wasn't me ( no motive to be rude after you just mutilated, eaten, and got us stuck in boonfucked Egypt, I mean enlighten me, they did pull your utter ass out of the water and this is how you repaid them. I mean if you want u can always ask for to a greater extent help, oh wait u can't, idle fauna don't talking back. ) Who said that, I speak out loud ? I know I'm not crazy.
Yet there was no answer, and no one anywhere around and I knew this crusade I killed them all. They were no match for my pep pill and strength, the raw power of me, yet why do I feel so bad I never did before. I turn into a vapor how I instinctively did this, I don't know and went around this box about XX times until I noticed a place where I could seep in, when I got inside I was amazed, it looked like a cockpit of a very advanced intelligents, I mean there aero dynamics is genuine fucked up but what do I know I solidified myself and sit in the only seat in the affair and look for some type of communication twist or something that could increase my hazard of finding out where I am or figuring out how to leave and survive cause dying is not fun at all u miss all form of things how did I know that. These things are all strange to me there was no such thing as under water supply travel but I am under water cause I can smell it. Anyway I couldn't anatomy out how to work anything on and so I drifted, I hungered, for how long I don't know and all I could think about was food, slit, and death. The screwing ocean is a huge torso of H2O and this watercraft is far from the Earth's surface I can feel the weightiness of it, to just abandon this guile or whatever it is without a program is not an option, I'm not suicidal.
I kept visiting that strange box and pressing all the buttons, replacement, panels or whatever I could see or recall that would fall in me something anything, and repeating the physical process to no avail. one day or Nox or month, whatever I couldn't Tell here we were under water and I never learned cause I didn't know these thing existed ( isn't that something, you speak the truth with no childish thoughts behind it, actual foiling, HA ! ) as I heard this I was beginning to sense Wyrd, this voice and I had been having these one sided convos and I had been doing most of the talking but this weird is unlike this is that I'm about to pass out from starvation dehydration, I think oh doodly-squat as I fall forward hitting my head on that damned box I kept visiting.
When I awoke I was lying on a bed with an IV in my arm and gizmos going off toot this and beep that. Now how did I get here, and I'm lost all over again. I can evidence I'm still on the vessel but this is an area I had never been to and didn't know it had. There is still no sense of life but I had to get here somehow. In walkway this Asian woman but I know she's not really she looks real number to the eyes but she is not real. Who or what are you, I ask. I am Roamie, I will save you so u can save us. What twelvemonth is it I ask her, she says its 1342. As time passes Kensutu speaks to me ( you need to retrieve you have the response to this problem we are currently in and only you can figure it out all the information is in your learning ability you need to tap into that vast store of information you collected from those beings and get the answers we seek…….
Present day 2092 ... ... ... ... .... I awake from the dream of when I and Roamie first met. Things are so different now, im not sure who my enemy are from my past or who all I have pissed off things should be really interesting .