The Enigma in action

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 word max per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, October 25, 2023

[The Enigma]

Who Is The Enigma?

Chapter One: Origins

Within the heart of the secluded and mysterious village of Thornbrooke, a place whose destiny was intricately entwined with the ancient, enigmatic forest that enveloped it, the ominous tale of Elias Veil, long before he assumed the mantle of the Enigma, found its inception. Thornbrooke was more than a mere village; it was a realm where every cobblestone seemed to whisper secrets, and every rustling leaf held enigmatic truths, eagerly awaiting revelation. From the very instant of his birth, Elias Veil's life became entangled in an unrelenting shroud of despair and unfathomable mystery, a pervasive darkness that clung to Thornbrooke like a timeless and enduring pall. Despite the passing years, the haunting aura of Elias's arrival remained, as if etched into the very soul of the village, forever woven into the tapestry of Thornbrooke's existence.

The night when Elias Veil, not yet known as the Enigma, drew his first breath, became an indelible chapter in the annals of Thornbrooke's history, etching itself into the very soul of the village. It was as if the cosmos itself had conspired to mark this momentous occasion, orchestrating a celestial spectacle that would forever imprint on the collective memory of Thornbrooke.

On that fateful night, the stars aligned in a cosmic dance of proportions, and even the heavens appeared to hold their breath, as if anticipating the arrival of a being of profound significance. The moon, typically a distant and impartial observer of earthly events, took on an eerie crimson hue, casting an otherworldly glow that bathed Thornbrooke in its unsettling radiance.

The village, nestled within the ancient forest, seemed to come alive with anticipation, as if the very earth beneath its cobblestone streets resonated with the knowledge that a pivotal moment in its history was unfolding. The trees, ancient sentinels of the woods, stood in silent witness, their branches reaching skyward as if beseeching the forces at play to reveal their secrets.

On that fateful night when Elias Veil drew his first breath within the rustic confines of Thornbrooke, the entire world seemed to hold its breath in eerie anticipation. It was a night when the very fabric of reality quivered, when the boundaries between the earthly realm and the unknown blurred, and when the mysterious forces that governed the universe converged in a cosmic symphony. Destiny and darkness wove together, their threads entangling to shape the fate of a child whose journey had only just embarked on its enigmatic path. The universe itself, as if a silent witness to this profound moment, paused in reverence, acknowledging the emergence of an entity whose existence would forever blur the lines between the known and the unknowable.

Elias Veil was destined to emerge as a figure whose enigmatic existence would forever be intertwined with the profound mysteries of Thornbrooke, his story a narrative that defied conventional comprehension and beckoned the curious to delve deeper into the abyss of his dark history.

Within the quaint and inscrutable cottage that cradled his arrival, Elias Veil's emergence was a moment of captivating fascination. The ambiance enveloping the cottage was a testament to Thornbrooke's profound connection with nature. Wooden beams bore symbols of elusive significance etched into their surfaces, and the air held the fragrance of herbs and wildflowers, creating an atmosphere steeped in serenity and intrigue.

Elias Veil's debut in the world was a moment of captivating fascination. Nestled in the tender cradle of his mother's arms, a symbol materialized upon his minuscule forehead—an intricate crescent mark as bewitching as it was inscrutable. This birthmark seemed to radiate with an otherworldly vitality, an ethereal connection to the very moon that cast its beguiling glow upon the village of Thornbrooke.

This crescent was unlike any ordinary emblem; it was a symbol with a lineage shrouded in profound mystery, a mark of esoteric origins passed down through countless generations. Its presence on Elias's brow was seen as nothing short of a confirmation of his destiny, a connection to celestial forces that had mysteriously converged upon his birth. As the room bore witness to this enigmatic symbol, its luminosity took on an almost ethereal quality, emitting a beguiling, dark radiance that bathed the chamber in a soft, otherworldly glow. Those who had the privilege of beholding this mysterious emblem found themselves irresistibly drawn into its alluring aura, as if an unseen force had ensnared their senses and held them in rapt fascination.

The quaint cottage itself appeared to awaken, its spirit stirred as if forest phantoms had gathered to witness this pivotal moment. Shadows swayed mysteriously upon the walls, as though the very essence of the forest had converged to commemorate the birth of a child whose future held promise. The tableau evoked an ancient legend, and those present understood that Elias Veil was no ordinary infant; he was a riddle incarnate, born of mystic forces and boundless wonder.

Elias Veil, an appellation as ancient as the very woods that cradle Thornbrooke, is a puzzle unto himself. His story is steeped in an obscured past, and to delve into the depths of his persona is to embark on a journey through the enigmatic corridors of Thornbrooke's history and its future. His tale, wrapped in veils of mystery, defies the grasp of conventional comprehension, and Elias Veil's name resonates with profound wonder and concealed secrets, an enigma still waiting to be fully unraveled.

From the moment his name graces a whisperer's lips, it invokes an aura of insatiable curiosity. As concealed as the ancient woods surrounding Thornbrooke, Elias Veil is a riddle that winds its way through the very heart of this village, much like its meandering history. An enigmatic figure, veiled in shadow and intrigue, he stands as an invitation to those bold enough to embark on a treacherous journey. Elias Veil's story intertwines with the dark corridors of Thornbrooke's past and future, offering a narrative that transcends ordinary understanding, beckoning those who dare to seek out its secrets. His name, a mere echo in the breeze, resonates with profound wonder and concealed mysteries, making it an enigma waiting to be unraveled by the curious and the intrepid alike.


In the dimly lit chamber, shadows danced across the walls, as if the very essence of Thornbrooke's enigmatic forest had permeated the room. The tapestry of Elias Veil's origin story unfolded like a dark painting, and within this mysterious ambiance, The Enigma's persona took a momentary pause. He lifted his masked gaze, the enigmatic eyes behind it gleaming with an inscrutable intensity. With deliberate intent, he focused his gaze upon the audience, as though beckoning them to step closer into the heart of his tale.

“But what is an enigma without the enigmas that birth it?” As The Enigma stood in the center of the chamber, his masked visage bore an air of otherworldly allure, his presence like a riddle that defied straightforward solutions. His voice, dark and resonant, filled the chamber with a cadence that seemed to echo through the ages. The audience found themselves ensnared in this symphony of enigma, held captive by the weight of anticipation that hung in the air like an unspoken promise. Each word he uttered, like a thread in the grand tapestry of his narrative, added layers to the shroud of mystery that surrounded him, leaving the audience suspended in a profound sense of awe and intrigue.

"Tonight," he declared, his deep, dark voice resonating with the weight of untold enigmas, "you stand witness to the unveiling of my existence, a transformation that mirrors that fateful night when I took my first breath under the watchful gaze of the blood-red moon." The shadows in the dimly lit chamber, their elongated silhouettes cast against the ancient stone walls, seemed to sway in eerie synchrony, like ghostly apparitions yearning for the secrets about to be revealed. The ambient stillness was punctuated only by the soft, ominous whispers of the enigmatic chamber, leaving the audience in a state of otherworldly anticipation.

In the annals of Thornbrooke's history, there existed a tapestry woven with threads of enigma, where moments of profound mystery had etched indelible marks upon the very soul of the village. These enigmatic occurrences had a way of forever altering the course of Thornbrooke, leaving a lingering sense of wonder and disquiet in their wake. Within these shadowed pages of history, the village had seen inexplicable celestial events, ancient symbols that appeared and disappeared with the seasons, and the faint echoes of whispers that carried cryptic tales from generation to generation.

"Tonight," The Enigma's voice resonated with an eerie weight, "I stand before you, an enigma shaped in the crucible of those enigmatic events. I am the embodiment of Thornbrooke's mystique, a living testament to the inexplicable occurrences that have unfolded within these hallowed woods." The chamber seemed to pulse with a silent energy, as if the very walls bore witness to the narrative of Thornbrooke's past, present, and uncertain future. His words were like a dark incantation, weaving a new chapter into the village's storied history, and the audience stood on the precipice of this unfolding enigma, aware that they were partaking in a momentous occasion that would forever link them to the peculiar legacy of Thornbrooke.


The dimly lit chamber thrummed with an unusual energy, an unspoken anticipation that seemed to emanate from lurking forces concealed in the shadows. The very air was pregnant with an expectation of what was to unfold.

"The enduring memories of those who came before me are my guiding force," The Enigma stated, "mysteriously propelling me through the intricate corridors of time. Within this hallowed squared circle of Supreme Championship Wrestling, I shall become the living embodiment of the mystifying essence that binds us all." As The Enigma's words resonated, candlelight cast unpredictable patterns on the chamber's walls, adding to the mystique of the moment. The audience remained rapt, acutely aware that they stood on the precipice of witnessing something beyond the ordinary within the wrestling ring.

The Enigma's narrative was a haunting echo, transcending mere words, and as candlelight flickered, it danced with the shadows, weaving a narrative mirroring the enigmatic tale. The dimly lit chamber exuded an inscrutable energy, one so dark that it seemed as though even the walls shook with fear.

In the heart of the wrestling world, beneath the surface of the squared circle, there exists a darkness that few dare to fathom. Unbeknownst to the wrestling fans, a malevolent force began to weave its sinister tapestry, ensnaring unsuspecting victims in its shadowy grasp. The Enigma, shrouded in enigmatic darkness, embarked on a cryptic mission that involved the abduction of two wrestling luminaries, Ace and Damian Marshall. Their disappearances, like whispers in the night, sent ripples of dread through the wrestling community, and the unsolved enigma of their fate became a lingering specter in the world of Supreme Championship Wrestling.

As the shadows deepened within the wrestling realm, the torment of Ace and Damian Marshall remained veiled in secrecy. The Enigma's actions transcended mere abduction; they were a chilling testament to his unparalleled power and influence. Wrestling fans and fellow competitors were left to grapple with the cryptic reality of their disappearance, their whereabouts concealed by the malevolent force that had snatched them from the spotlight. The lingering enigma of their fate would serve as a stark reminder that The Enigma's web of darkness extended far beyond the confines of the squared circle, casting an ominous pall over the entire wrestling world.

The journey, shrouded in enigmas and cryptic symbols, found its nexus in the squared circle. The dimly lit chamber was transformed into a crucible, where past and future converged, destinies entwined, and forces were destined to collide. The audience, held captive by The Enigma's aura, knew they stood on the brink of witnessing a mesmerizing spectacle, one that would etch an indelible mark in the tapestry of Supreme Championship Wrestling.

The Enigma's voice hung in the dimly lit chamber, a haunting promise, as the audience eagerly awaited the transformative experience within the squared circle, where uncertain destinies would be sealed, and legends would be born. This was not the end of their story, but merely a glimpse into the enigmatic beginning, an inception shrouded in darkness and mystery.