Name: Runeciiro Vanilisk<br/>Nickname: Rune, Ru, Leviathan<br/>Appearance Age: between 27-29<br/>Actual Age: Ancient<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Occupation: Guardian Of Atlantis<br/>Height: 6â€™ 7â€ (human form)<br/>40â€™ (guardian leviathan form)<br/>Weight: 140 lbs<br/>Hair Color: Jet black<br/>Eye color: Silver (when moving into guardian form they are without whites or pupils)<br/>Atlantian:m<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/63006d35-4d87-473d-bbc4-2520d89425dd_zpsef1a16a7.jpg">http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz26 ... 1a16a7.jpg</a>m<br/>Guardian Leviathan:m<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/My%20album/d99b2218-79df-41a9-9ce1-72eab194fbcb_zps9f48085d.jpg">http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz26 ... 48085d.jpg</a>m<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Deep, deep in the ocean waves rested the Guardian of Atlantis. It had been many centuries since Atlantis went to rest beneath the waves of the ocean surface. Many, many years ago...he remembered it well. Even in his sleep his mind replayed the last hours of the majestic and beautiful city of Atlantis. The heart of the gods this city was. Birthed of the gods themselves. The Atlantians had been blessed with long lives. Blessed with crystals which cured illnesses and healed. The technology of Atlantis far surpassed what the modern day world had. What is mere imaginings and dreams was actually a reality. Still they were not armed with guns and lasers...they were armed in weapons of old. Spears and blades. Many still laid scattered around in the sands surrounding Atlantis. It had been a dark hour for Atlantis when the gods decided that the world above no longer deserved the city of the Atlantis.<br/><br/>The guardian statues had come to life and held up the dome of power the gods encompassed the city with. There was no outs for this hour. The hour when the rumbling and quakes began to rock the island of Atlantis. The waters began to part around Atlantis as the majestic city began to sink. Down. Down. Down the city went. He remembered it well. He swam circles around the city. Helping it in its great descent to the ocean floors. The deities had decided to return their children of Atlantis to within their watery breasts. To the ocean floor it went many centuries ago. The water falling back over where the island had once been. It faded away into nothing more. Nothing more remained of the city of Atlantis. Not above the waters at least.<br/><br/>For many years the people of Atlantis thrived within the dome that now surrounded the city. Little by little the people of Atlantis began to die out. To fade away with the passing of time. The pages of time would continue to turn. These turnings would continue to fade out more of the city. The above ground city was slowly falling to ruins. The underground city still thrived. The dome fell one year six centuries ago. The ocean waters began to slowly destroy the beautiful stone buildings. Slowly they did. Still he protected the city and its grand mysteries from the world above. Including the sinking of a Greek ship that had held the ruler of the Greek empire. His duty was for now and ever more...protect Atlantis.<br/><br/>He lay slumbering now deep, deep beneath the ocean waves. He had over the years become covered in sand. The sand layers covering the circled form of his guardian form. The leviathan lay circled a few times away from Atlantis but with his head resting in the direction of the city. The fish blissfully unaware of the sleeping power house beneath them. Over the years his phantom Atlantian form had recovered objects and artifacts taken from the ocean floors. Had retrieved them and these very items had vanished into the shadowy Abyss. Protect and guard Atlantis. Even in his slumber this mission would be carried out. The current century had brough many slight awakenings of the Guardian of Atlantis. Nothing had truly awakened him as of yet. The fish swam by but scattered when the metal crane splashed through the waterâ€™s surface and began sinking into the depths of the waters.<br/><br/>The disturbance of the waters so near the Leviathanâ€™s form had caused a slight stirring. A rumbling rippled out like an echoing growl that caused the fish to scatter quickly in every direction. An octopus shot by squirting ink out as it vanished off to the left. A few curious fish following the crane as it sank into the waters. The thunk when it hit the chest caused another rumbling to shoot out in all directions. The chest of lay nestled in the small three foot circle of sand that was between his circles of his form. As the chest rose higher the stirrings were ever so slightly echoing. Still slumber away did he. The key to awakening him laid within that chest. The key to awakening the guardian for real was two fold. One was the Atlantian chest which held markings and symbolofy indicating the history between Atlantis and Greece. Telling of the day when the chest would be given to the Greeks. Inside the chest was a few treasures of Atlantis. More notebly was the Ancient Grecian journal that had been filled in with information recording Atlantis. Filled in by the last King of Atlantis. This journal was the second key to awakening the Guardian of Atlantis. The very ship he had sank centuries before when the vanishing of Atlantis had come to be.<br/><br/>The chest was drawn up onto the ship as the markings on the chest began to lightly shimmer. A very, very faint humming began to resound in all directions originating from within the chest. There was power within this chest. This ancient chest of steel. Another shifting of his form as the chest was removed from its watery grave site.<span style="font-style: italic">&lt;It is almost time.... Time to awaken to guard once more.... To protect from the young of the modern world... You must protect Atlantis...&gt;</span>The faint echoings of the Ancients of Atlantis echoed within his mind. The words were ones he had heard many, many times. Those and things of similar nature to that. The Guardian of Atlantis shifted again. Even the denizens of the ocean knew something big was going to happen. Still slumber away did the guardian. He slept but it grew fitful. His duty was to protect Atlantis and even his slumbering form knew it would begin again soon. The sand shifted a bit as his form shifted beneath it. Stilling once more as the chestâ€™s markings shimmered a bit more and noticably so. A rainbowish glimmer going through the etched in markings on the chest. The humming became just a bit louder. It was almost like a low buzzing sound now.