<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Two siblings yeild seperate paths. Destiny awaits them. Fate controls them. Luck guides them. Time teaches them. Balance contains them.</span> That is the prophecy that made absolutely no sense to anyone. Yet though it was stated many milleniums ago. It had yet to come true. So passed down through history over time even it was forgotten. Though not everyone had forgotten. For to forget...would be to throw off the fragile balance that keeps our world alive. Three hundred milleniums pass. And the year has turned to 2020. When even the wind has forgotten the fortold prophecy...the prophecy comes true.<br/><br/>Two siblings are born with symbols on their foreheads. One of chaos and the other of order. They were like two sides of the same coin. Where one was timid the other was cocky. Where one got was bad boy the other was good boy. One was weak the otehr was strong. So many differences yet they always balanced out.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">Alez was bad to the bone. He did anything from pickpocketing to drag racing. He liked to live life on the edge. You wouldn't know it by his room though. He may lead a dangerous lifestyle but in every aspect of his life...there was order. Not always was it able to be seen. It was there though. His room was a good example of this. Everything neat and tidy. Everything in its proper places. Nothing was out of place. He showered and dressed for the day. Putting on a leather jacket. And underneath a tight shirt that was leather as well. Leather pants accented the look. And he was off and out the door. He hops onto his pimped out jazzed up self built motorcycle. And he puts a new meaning to putting the pedal to the metal. There was literally fire left behind where his tires had tread. He stops only once he arrived at a park. He needed a place to relax and chill for a bit. Before he went and got himself in trouble. He might get in trouble but he always did it in a non chaotic way. Well...usually.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF">Yima was the good boy. Went to school. Did his homework. Rarely ever got into trouble intentionally. Unlike Alez. He however...lead a chaotic lifestyle. He had ADHD and so his mind was always all over the place. His room was full of chaos. It was a clean mess. Chaos reigned in there. Things messy yet not to the point it was a danger zone. There was no orginazation or order in his room. He wakes. Showers and dresses. Then heads to the shrine again today. He hoped to see that really pretty girl again. That and his assignment for class had him needing to study and learn at a shrine or church. He rather hated churches. So had looked around and found a family owned shrine. And though he tried not to...chaos always seemed to be around him. Like when he went to help with a ladder. The thing fell apart. Leaving someone stranded on the roof. He had never understood how Alez was able to keep things in order and still be the badass bad boy he was. He wore his glasses he used for reading. And followed the rules yet chaos insued more often then not. He walks into the shrine itself. Marveling at its beautiful design.</span>