Varos, Dragon of the crimson flame. Syn, Beholder of the unseen. Since the dawn of time; before man walked the surface of the earth. A war eternal has been waged. A struggle between chaos and equilibrium. Light and darkness consuming all in it's paths. A divine war superseding man's own ability to comprehend. For thousands of years man has been plagued by monsters and angels. Clashing and dragging nations into a war that is not their own. Countries have fallen; kings and Deities slain and innocents lost. After countless years of bloodshed and misery. A group was formed concieved of vile sorcery; mutated with the genes of their adversaries to become Man's champion. These beings are known as Platinum eyed witches. Men and women forced to forever wander the realms. Slaying all apparitions and monstrosities which seek to consume our world. Normally known for working alone; a handful are permitted to work as a team. Varos and Syn brother and sister both before their metamorphisis and afterwards share the same fate. They tread the path of the raven; where they will kill with the sword. Only to in time fall to it. One things is clear; there is no rest for the wicked nor the righteous. respite is a luxury they've never known not since their childhood. This is their story...and the story of those which have crossed their paths. With uncanny speed Varos and Syn darted across the scene. Kicking a trail of dirt behind them like the tail of a comet. For once they had some free time, and longed to savor it. Their lifestyle was chaotic void of the simple luxuries most tended to take for granted. In the distance a port town could be spotted. Varos longed for a few drinks and the company of a few flirtatious maidens...or prostitutes depending whether you talked to Syn or not. While Syn simply wanted to meditate and tend to her few possessions. Something Varos found to be quite boring to be honest. abruptly the two would come to a halt as they passed through the mouth of the port towns gate. Casually making their way into the wall's as they weaved between the busy market place. They both stood out as foreigners. And their attire gave away their vocations. Assuming anyone here had run into a platinum eyed witch before. They both wore black kimono's and sandles as foot wear. The difference was that Syn was covered in bandages. Most notably her eyes which seemed shielded by them. Ever since she was an infant Syn was blind. However at a young age she developed a unique method of seeing. She saw the world in a different light. A canvas of energy filled with unique signatures which like sonar resonated with the aura she put out. Eventually they found their ways to the local Bar. "About time...I could use some sake what about you sister?" Varos asked with a wide grin. Syn would remain silent for the moment as she enjoyed the gentle breeze and smell of sea water. Oh how she longed to see the ocean as everyone else saw it. "Hello?" Varos said as he began to knock on Syn's forehead. "Earth to Syn." Syn would turn her head his way before grabbing his wrist. Stopping the momentum of his hand. "You mean flirt like a dog and hump everything in sight don't you? No thank you...I'll wait outside." She repleid, making her way to a tree stump. Taking root as she unsheathed her blade. sharpening it with a rock. "Ouch...you wound me. Well I'll be partying while you wallow here by your lonesome self." Varos Jested skipping off to the bar's door. "Try not to catch an STD brother." She promptly retorted. stopping him in his tracks as he turned around to face her. "Way to try and kill the mood and jinx my evening." Syn would chuckle as she listened to the hoarse whisper of the rocks friction meeting her blade. A sound the oddly enough soothed her. "Whatever..." Varos concluded before making his way into the bar. Making his way to the counter as he ordered some sake. Meanwhile Syn would remain outside. Drifting to her thoughts. "And to think he's older then me." She whispered to herself as she paused for a minute. Her hand resting on her thigh. "Brother you'll never understand; nor do I want you to. Though I can see and operate...People still judge me. Whenever I enter a bar most don't know how to react. And I tend to scare most woman away....Wait that's probably a good thing." Syn biting on her lower lip as she finally stopped talking to herself. Remaining both still and silent as she listened to the seagulls.