Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140329045024

(So, just follow the idea of this for your first post.)

It was a warm night in early spring, and Ciarán was squatting on a rooftop in Vale, not far from his brother's house.

''Been pretty quiet the last few nights. I was even able to get a few hours of sleep last night. And that's never a good sign. Wait... Is that a comet? No... Comets aren't... Yellow? And they don't... Head right for me?!''

Ciarán tried to outrun the object coming in for him for from the sky, but as far as he ran, the comet seemed to be following him. After a few minutes of Ciarán jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the comet reached his level, but it didn't crash, it just... Stopped. And as it just hovered a few feet away from Ciarán, and he could see it more clearly now.

''It's some kind of a lantern, but it doesn't seem to have a natural light source... But what was it doing falling from space? And why did it follow me?''

As he was pondering these questions, Ciarán heard a voice, that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

"CIARÁN ABRAHAM OF SECTOR 1105.

YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO INSTILL GREAT FEAR.

WELCOME TO THE SINESTRO CORPS."

When the voice had finished, he looked back into the lantern, and saw that there was now a small ring inside it.

''Great. A lantern that fell from outer space just welcomed me into a cult, and now it wants me to put this ring on. I'm going to regret this...''

Heisitantly, he slipped the ring on his finger, and images began to flash in Ciarán's mind. He saw... Unbelivable things. Things that could have driven lesser minds insane. There was alien life! And they formed these interstellar organizations based on emotion-fueled superweapons! He saw images of what the ring he was just given could do. He could fly, he could breathe in space, and make constructs limited only by his imagination.

Ciarán opened his eyes after what seemed like an eternity, and saw that his appearance had changed. His shirt now had the same insignia as his ring in the center, surronded by jagged ridges of dark yellow. His jacket's sleeves were also gone, replaced by dark yellow guantlets with short spikes on them. Feeling a power he never could compare to before, he held his right hand up, and recieted an oath he heard over and over again.

"In blackest day, in brighest night,

Beware your fears made into light,

Let those who try to stop what's right,

Burn like his power... Sinestro's might!"

As he finished the oath, he looked to the sky once more, and he saw another "comet"; this one blue. Feeling a need to investigate, Ciarán began to fly... FLY!... and follow it. 