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10,200 | 286 | 16 | 354 | 1,021 | Private First Class Esther Rose
"Private First Class Rose, Second Lieutenant Slade reporting. Overlord just announced Tellosian forces are headed to NO-36, reinforcements are led our way. Do you see any signs of hostiles or auxiliaries? Over." Esther was hoping for the actual Lieutenant to respond. A frown furrowed on her face under her mask. She paused and looked for anything else in all the storm. She shifted the vision on the helmet of her suit. Her eyes narrowed, but there was not anything, and through the weather, she could hear nothing of importance.
“Second Lieutenant Slade. This is P’ivate Fuhst Class Wose, The a’ea is clea-uh. Ovuh,” she shifted her position, looking around once more. She felt lost.
The inadequacy of the situation was penetrating her bones nervously. Her eyes narrowed to look beyond the void in front of her. They were out there. She bit her frowning lower lip, and put the communication device away. Her hand grabbed hold of her hammer. She could barely feel it through the gloves of her suit, but her hand was wrapped tightly around the handle. Perhaps, the hammer wasn’t the best weapon to use—but God, she was fuckin’ good with it.
---
"Hey, Esther! We have forces incoming, I, uh, figured you'd like to know," Private Webley paused, "You, uh, technically outrank me, but I recommend you head to combat position."
Esther had stiffened her arm, about to swing the hammer at him, so startled by his sudden bombardment into her concentration. She frowned, again. Softening her arm. She put her hammer back into its holder around her waist and let a small frustrated sigh escape her lips. What was the point of even keeping watch when she was missing half the action? She shook her head, trying to shake the inadequate feeling.
It was actually happening. This is what she had been waiting to happen. She was losing hope that any importance would come from her being in the Interum military. Alas, all she really needed was patience, as her father often told her. She opened the door to the bunker and jetted inside of it, positioning herself in combat mode. She really wanted to be in a tank, but the excitement was decent enough, so she couldn’t really complain. | Private First Class (Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Expert) Esther Rose
Height:
5’8 3/4th"
Weight:
125 Pounds
Age:
23
Gear:
The Standard M3 Abrams
Vulcan War Hammer S2
It never jams!
]
The Standard Archimedes “Serpent” Combat Knife Mark III
EHCS:
Personality:
The loner disposition suits Private First Class Esther Rose fashionably well. She loves the shadows and seems to mimic their silence quite justifiably (perhaps a survival instinct). Her voice is small and her opinions in social situations find her riding the fence more than often as she has the ability to see the dying grass on both sides. She is an innocent cynic with a twisted sense of humor, but in her line of work, it’s difficult not to be friends with the darkness. Such are the reasons she prefers to keep a wall between her teammates and her. However, having a collectivist heart, she is willing to self-sacrifice anything for her teammates, including death, and on the field, her duties clearly and always come before her disposition.
Biography:
Esther Rose was born in a prosperous city of the peaceful Evoria. Her father was a beneficial and influential priest to the unfortunately dying parish, Saint George Orthodox Church. Her mother was a traditional woman who spent majority of her time taking care of Esther and the household. Due to complications at birth, Esther’s mother was unable to bear any further children. Esther was craftily homeschooled through childhood—as her father abhorred the public systems of teaching and anything considered private was much too pricey for the family. Considering the conditions of the parish, Esther’s family was not monetarily wealthy. Of course, due to theological ideology and philosophical studies, the Rose family never thought of themselves as poor (especially, having the luxury of dwelling in such a well-to-do city). In fact, Esther used the most unique objects to build masterpieces and fulfill her desire to have things and such. There was always quick fix for anything they were lacking, given the right creativity, except of course, for food. As much as her father wanted a son (especially, to have serve behind the altar with him), he was thankful to the Godhead that his daughter did not need to consume as much food as a son would have. In return for his thankfulness, his family was thankful he would never be drafted into the war due to his title as a priest.
It was because of her father being a priest that Esther was raised so strictly in the Church. She was taught not to want and that she lacked nothing. She was taught to be content with what she had and to make the most of it. This was a fairly easy concept for her to grasp due to her family’s position in society. For the most part, Esther was content except for one thing. She was rather envious of the boys and men who could go behind the altar during Church services. There was always something ominous about the male gender she could not shake from her mind. This mindset became more than just a toying emotion but eventually an obsession. In more than one way, she resented the traditional female role and looked for an escape from becoming her mother; and being the bright and innovative girl, her mother and father raised her to be, she looked beyond the borders of her country and into the country of Interum.
At the age of eighteen, Esther left her family without word and moved to Interum. With her hands finally free to do as she pleased, she enlisted in the Interum Military. Not being a native to Interum, Esther worked her hardest to prove she could be part of their military. For her, there was no going home. Showing that she had quick hands and a highly resourceful mind in learning new technology, she was quickly shoved into the Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Division, and because of her introverted demeanor and rookie-skills, she was a perfect candidate for the BGO NO-36. She gratefully took the position, determined to prove her worth.
Other:
Esther keeps a black, wool prayer rope on her at all times. |
10,201 | 286 | 17 | 655 | 2,889 | PFC Kane O'Connor
"Son of a bitch."
Callum had approached him earlier with the news. Enemy advance party, twenty men, heading in from the north. Defensive positions. For him, that meant the small watchtower at the right of the camp. He had gobbled down his breakfast and rushed straight to his bunk to gear up.
Right now he was finishing up his ECHS donning. The enemy could be at their very door and he wouldn't be ready. As he slipped on his helmet, the automated systems within turned themselves on and synced with the rest of his suit. A quick diagnostics check followed; his arm blade extended and stowed itself, then his lenses cycled through all their vision modes, before returning to regular vision.
Kane grabbed his pistol from his locker, stuffed it into his holster, and snagged his rifle as he took off running. He vaulted halfway up the short ladder to the watchtower and climbed the rest of the way up, situating himself facing the north entrance. He sat his rifle's bipod on the rim of the tower wall, then patched himself into the crew's shared comms network.
"O'Connor here. I'm in overwatch at the tower." | PFC Kane O'Connor
5' 10"
167 lbs
24 years old
Gear
Primary
- The Hyperion model Gauss rifle is a magnetically powered rail gun, capable of launching its rounds through light or medium armour from as far as a mile away. Single shot, semi-automatic. Scope has integrated vision modes, capable of switching between normal, night vision and infra red.
Secondary
- The M23 machine pistol is a simple, compact machine pistol. Twenty round magazine, integrated silencer.
Melee
- Seated within the right bracer of his EHCS is a single blade, nanoweave. Able to cut through most light armour and flesh.
EHCS: Nemesis Class Scout Armour
Nemesis is a take on a lighter form of the original EHCS frame. Intended for recon and scout units, the frame comes with lightweight armour, flexible and durable. The frame's helmet contains a varied amount of vision modes including infra-red, magnetic, low light and magnifications of up to 4x. Each individual lens is keyed into a central HUD system that displays information directly into the user's pupils.
Personality: Chipper and headstrong, O'Connor is more or less the smartass of the squad. If he isn't providing tactical coverage with his rifle, he's busy chatting up a storm and annoying everyone's ears off. He likes to make himself known, and isn't above noisy, loud partying or making really really bad jokes to try and lighten a serious situation.
Bio: Being the second youngest in the squad isn't lost on O'Connor. His experience in the Interum army was, safe to say, merciless, and being one of the top graduates from scout school has given him a little chip on his shoulder.
Before he enlisted, he was a runner. An athlete. Training hard for his high school's track team to maybe, just maybe, run a gold medal to bring up his ailing study scores. His stamina was amongst the best the school had to offer, though his speed was sadly lacking. He made up for it by training every day, keeping himself cheerful by listening to music or cracking jokes to his fellow athletes.
Then when his two best friends decided to enlist upon graduating, where else could he go? O'Connor followed right in their footsteps, and proved himself physically to be a pretty good navigator and marksman. After his basic training was through, he was selected to undergo specialist training as a scout and reconnaissance trooper. Obviously he did well in the physical department, but the mental stress slowly made him crack. The task of having to not only plan out a route but navigate it back and forth for one lone patrol, then sit there for roughly ten hours on watch while a friendly squad moved through wasn't something he could handle. Eventually he went AWOL, and was only found a week later, drunk off of cheap booze and spouting nasties to whoever got within range.
That was how he ended up at RO-36. A scout nobody wanted, with training that was woefully inadequate for the region. His verdict? Hopefully he'd annoy everyone here so much that he'd end up being sent home. The military life wasn't what he'd expected it to be.
Other: - |
10,202 | 286 | 18 | 729 | 2,152 | SSgt. William Jacobson
"Staff Sergeant Jacobson," Slade communicated through her radio to the survivor. "This is Second Lieutenant Slade reporting with Corporal Craster, our medic. We are headed your direction. Are there any signs of hostilities? What is your condition? Over." Jacobson was relieved to finally hear some sort of response from the outpost. Apparently they were sending a medic as well as the 2nd Lieutenant, which seemed needlessly risky. While it wasn't as bad as sticking the commanding officer of the outpost out by themselves, it wasn't much better. The medic was smart, he conceded, since injuries were uncertain after a crash like that. That was sound, at least, but sending the officer out, not so much. But there was time for that later, as he kept slogging forward through the damn snow, ice, and bitter wind. This was certainly not one of his favorite places to be, the Staff Sergeant decided, and just as he made visual with what looked like the officer and the medic, shit hit the fan. He really should have expected it, spotting the outlines of Tellosian scouts attacking their position. Jcobson snarled under his helmet, responding to their questions coldly as he snapped his carbine up to take aim on one of the scouts. "That answer your question on hostilities, ma'am? I'm fine, focus on the Tellosians and we can exchange pleasantries later."
Jacobson put down one or two scouts, the familiar kick on his rifle against his armor putting rounds down onto the scouts he took aim on. They went down with little ceremony, but one wounded one jumped the 2nd LT as she, sounded like a she and he couldn't tell armor profile due to the weather. Thankfully she seemed adept in hand to hand, which was a god damn miracle. The continued overkill was, however, unnecessary and he pushed through the snow up to her position, glancing at the increasingly desecrated corpse of the Tellosian and sighed in his armor, not broadcasting the noise as he checked to make sure he hadn't run dry on his rifle. He proceeded to actually speak, letting the armor broadcast that locally instead of via radio. "Ma'am, I do believe he's dead. Recommend getting out of this damn cold and into combat positions. Scouts preempt assaults, far as Tellosian battle doctrine is concerned. Far as intel can understand, at any rate. How many of you sorry lot do I have to work with?"
Jacobson hadn't even addressed the medic yet, he had no reason to, therefor he simply didn't. Like he had said before, the time for pleasantries and introductions would have to wait. Right now, if need be, he would personally drag the two of them back to NO-36 to defend against the Tellosian assault. Jacobson would not simply abandon the two of them though, not unless they, for some ungodly reason, decided to not press on back to the outpost to take up defensive positions. He couldn't see very intricate set ups for the outpost from here, which concerned him. Did they not have time to set up defenses, or did they not have the resources? Jacobson was not sure which concerned him more, and he would have to burn that bridge once he crossed it, he suspected. Instead he focused on the now. Get to the outpost, beat back whatever attack was coming, then take stock and figure out how screwed they collectively were. | Staff Sergeant William Jacobson
NO-36 Emergency Reinforcement Team
Detached from Combat Engineering Corp
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 161lbs
Age: 39
Gear:
The Ares ARC-14 is the current standard in the military carbine market, and for what is considered good reason. With the compact nature, it does not hinder the operator's movement but still allows for the punch and operational considerations for a full assault rifle. While it is chambered in a slightly weaker cartridge than standard rifles and has a slightly lower overall ROF, the weapon's slower ROF is seen as an advantage by some, since it forces operators to maintain focus and place shots more carefully than with a full auto blaze of glory.
A family Heirloom, passed on from father, upon him growing too old to serve in the military, to the son as he progresses or joins the military lifestyle, one that manages to still have a place on the battlefield. What it lacks in technological sophistication it makes up for in sheer reliability and raw stopping power, chambered well above what most sidearms, and even some long arms, might normally use. It also kicks like a mule out of EHCS and still noticeably so when wearing the combat armor. Heavily modified to the point that the original form and make is long since gone, and there are scattered identifying parts that make figuring out its original make and model nigh impossible for anyone outside the family.
A sturdy, no frill combat knife that is balanced for, and to a degree designed to be used as, a throwing weapon. While it lacks the vibro technology that the standard issue knife does, the blade itself is honed to a far sharper degree than the vibro weapon is, providing a far deadlier cut without having to rely on the technology having to charge or, in cases of prolonged use, recharge.
Under his EHCS' cloak is a tool bag full of various parts, tools, and devices designed for field engineering works including entrenching positions, laying munitions such as mines or ammo caches, disarming or cutting through hostile fortifications, or even repairing armor and vehicles. Taking such a comprehensive kit prohibits him from normally carrying large amounts of other ordinance outside of Jacobson's normal weapons so he has to either have supplies on hand, or improvise with what the man can find in the field, to provide effective work. Normally, neither are particular issues, but there is a time and place for everything to go wrong.
EHCS:
Mk. VII Ares Field Survival EHCS
Personality: Staff Sergeant Jacobson comes from a long, long family history of soldiers and combat support personnel and it often shows in his demeanor and actions. He has a rock solid certainty in his actions and reactions to problems that can be infectious, providing a sometimes desperately needed air of calm and control over chaotic battlefield situations. This tends to be a double edged blade, though, as he often clashes more harshly with rookies and inexperienced allies due to his lack of tolerance for mistake and bumbling about in situations that demand nothing but perfect focus which, in his opinion, is any combat situation. He has no problem voicing his opinion, perhaps a reason he has not advanced as far as most of his family usually does, and he makes sure that anyone he is dealing with is under no disillusion as to what he thinks about them. Off the field he is approachable enough and even willing to teach others a few tricks, but he is often unnervingly silent, staring off with an often all too familiar thousand yard stare towards enemy positions, waiting for the next time combat called upon him.
Bio: Born in the capitol city of Interum, like the rest of his family, William Jacobson was raised as a soldier might be trained in the barracks. As in, very roughly and with very high expectations. While his father was deployed, his uncle would raise him much like a drill sergeant would, and the boy would spend much of his childhood learning to fight and work a battlefield to his advantage than he did playing games. His uncle, being a retiree of the Engineering Corp, naturally pushed the young boy in that direction, pleased with his natural aptitude in the technical challenges the older man would routinely put in front of him. From bypassing increasingly impossible positions to making open targets less so, and everything in between, William proved that he would make a fine engineer should the time come. Of course, like most members of the Jacobson family, he would volunteer with the Inertian Army as soon as he was old enough to do so, continuing the legacy of Jacobsons within the Army.
Coupled with aptitude scores and some quiet words from his Uncle, William was admitted into advanced training as an Engineer after basic training was accomplished, where he would excel at operating in the field and providing on the spot workarounds and emergency repairs instead of being a reserve element preparing longer term positions. So he would find himself initially deployed against the Isari Empire and their guerrilla combat tactics where holding long term positions would only be wasted time against such fluid opposing forces. His short term craftsmanship in preparing sudden positions against attacks with little warning would create several decisive victories that helped solidify faltering portions of the front against the Isarian Army, although he would never receive any sort of credit or recognition for his activities. Instead he would find himself, over the next twenty or so years, rotating from front to front with little rest in between them, creating an increasingly scarred, hardened soldier that could afford himself less and less rest in fear of breaking otherwise.
Jacobson was finally slated for a break of sorts, being assigned to the same advanced school for training future Engineering Corp selectees when the sudden invasion by the Tellosian Army occured. Instead of a well deserved, and vitally needed rest, Staff Sergeant Jacobson was hand picked as a second in command of the emergency response forces moving to push off the Tellosian forces. While en route, word of the massive force moving in on the otherwise useless NO-36 post was discovered and the team he was part of was rerouted to reinforce and prepare the place, likely full of green lads and fuck up veterans that had nowhere else the Army could throw them off to wait out the rest of their term with the Army. It was about that point, almost within visual range of NO-36 that his transport was shot out from underneath him and killed everyone on board. Except for Staff Sergeant Jacobson, who would be forced to grab as much as he could carry outside his own supplies and march the rest of the way to NO-36, and towards what was likely his last stand.
Other: William's father, a Captain in the logistics corp, has been puppeteering his son's constant deployments against hostile forces without rest, with the intent of either forging a war hero or breaking the man. Whichever came first. |
10,203 | 286 | 19 | 1,665 | 1,416 | Pvt. Callum Webley
Callum stared at the slowly approaching black glob on the horizon.
”I guess the Tellosian Army is more impressive up close, eh?
He smiled as he listened to his teammates talk. He stared through the optics, watching as the mighty Tellosian army became more detailed. This was the moment he came to a realization.
I’m going to die here
He sighed, and tightened the grip on his rifle. He glanced at Esther through the corner of his eye.
There are worse people to die with.
It was then that he saw a glint in the snow.
”Oh, shit. Kane, you seeing what I’m seeing? Scope glint in the snow, I think there might be a sni-”
A bullet tore through the cold mountain air and broke through the thin visor covering his eyes. His head was turned at an opportune angle, saving him from death. The bullet struck his left eye at a diagonal trajectory. He hit the ground with a scream of agony. The super heated bullet cauterized the wound, he wouldn’t bleed out. It didn’t save him from the pain. He clawed at his helmet, trying to cradle his face. Finally, mercifully, his body realized that enough was enough and he passed out. | Name:Callum "Cal" Webley
Height:5’ 11”
Weight:160 lbs
Age: 22
Gear:
Rifle: M3 Abrams
Sidearm: PDP Mark 2
Knife: Serpent
Ubergrenade x2
EHCS: The Archimedes Mark VII “Hound”
The “Hound” is so named for its dependability. It has a good balance of armor, targeting assistance , mobility, and stealth. Many consider it to be the smarter, sleeker cousin of the standard Abrams model. The Hound has a shielding system that can be activated for 30 second at a time, requiring five minutes recharge time between each use.
Personality:Callum is the very picture of a fresh-faced recruit. He’s unskilled and a bit of a coward. Some may call him an optimist. Most would call him naive. He expects the best of every situation and can be easily devastated when things go wrong. He trusts easily and forms bonds quickly.
Bio: Callum was born to soldier parents in a BGO on the border with Ganaria. EO-26 was a well equipped outpost, one that even had other children. When Ganaria attacked, his father was put in charge of evacuating the non-combatants. The attack was repelled, but Callum’s mother was killed. Callum’s father secured a transfer to the frontlines, where he became a decorated officer. When his father told him that he wanted Callum to join the army, he knew there would be no arguing. Due to a huge influx of recruits, Callum was kept in reserves for several years, seeing no action. He was transferred to NO-36 a year ago, where’s he served as a completely decent soldier.
Other: Callum has a sweet-tooth and is known for trying to bribe the quartermasters that deliver their monthly supplies to bring him soda. |
10,204 | 286 | 20 | 354 | 1,021 | Private First Class Esther Rose
"Oh, shit. Kane, you seeing what I’m seeing? Scope glint in the snow..."
"I see 'em," Esther smirked just before Private Webley finished talking.
"...I think there might be a sni-”
As a bullet tore through the wintery air and pierced Private Webley in the face, Esther did not flinch. The knowledge had registered through the back of her head, but she was not about to lose her position. Her eyes narrowed, aiming strategically and quenching the trigger of her Standard M3 Abrams. A small smile tugged the left side of her smirk as she watched the Tellosian sniper collapse. Her first kill. The situation did not fully register. She was completely immerged in the fluidity of combat. One wrong move and she could end up worse than Private Webley.
She shifted the vision on her gear, gazing her eyes at the battle field. Her mask was zeroing in on the enemy, "Bang, bang," she whispered under her breath as she shot two more stentorian bullets into the night sky. Two Tellosian bodies, separate from each other collapsed. She was too far away to see any blood, although she could imagine the halos around their heads bleeding into the snow. She relaxed her shoulders a bit before flexing them, again, ready for another kill--propping the gun into a more accurate position. Her head tilted slightly for a better view.
Her heart was thumping steadily in her chest as she took in solemn breaths. To get too excited, she'd lose concentration. She did not want to get reckless. A breath escaped her mouth before she closed her lips, again and let the smirk remain on her hidden face. This was only part of the first wave. One man down, six to go.
Corporal Craster needed to assist Private Webley. His screaming had died down a while ago. However, she'd heard worse screams before. She hoped he was fine. Although, she doubted it. Her head did not dare turn to look at his unconscious body lying near her.
A small ache ran through her thighs from all the squatting. Her face grimaced its smirk away. She should have worked out more. She let another breath escape through her parted lips before sealing them closed. Her heart began pumping at a swifter pace, feeling her body failing her. The Tellosian army was drawing closer. She wanted to close her eyes to calm herself back down, but that was not an option. She drew in long breaths from her mask. Not now, Esther. Not now. Her eyes widened and then narrowed when she caught sight of the weaponry the Tellosian army was using. Her thighs went numb and no longer posed as a problem to her mentally. | Private First Class (Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Expert) Esther Rose
Height:
5’8 3/4th"
Weight:
125 Pounds
Age:
23
Gear:
The Standard M3 Abrams
Vulcan War Hammer S2
It never jams!
]
The Standard Archimedes “Serpent” Combat Knife Mark III
EHCS:
Personality:
The loner disposition suits Private First Class Esther Rose fashionably well. She loves the shadows and seems to mimic their silence quite justifiably (perhaps a survival instinct). Her voice is small and her opinions in social situations find her riding the fence more than often as she has the ability to see the dying grass on both sides. She is an innocent cynic with a twisted sense of humor, but in her line of work, it’s difficult not to be friends with the darkness. Such are the reasons she prefers to keep a wall between her teammates and her. However, having a collectivist heart, she is willing to self-sacrifice anything for her teammates, including death, and on the field, her duties clearly and always come before her disposition.
Biography:
Esther Rose was born in a prosperous city of the peaceful Evoria. Her father was a beneficial and influential priest to the unfortunately dying parish, Saint George Orthodox Church. Her mother was a traditional woman who spent majority of her time taking care of Esther and the household. Due to complications at birth, Esther’s mother was unable to bear any further children. Esther was craftily homeschooled through childhood—as her father abhorred the public systems of teaching and anything considered private was much too pricey for the family. Considering the conditions of the parish, Esther’s family was not monetarily wealthy. Of course, due to theological ideology and philosophical studies, the Rose family never thought of themselves as poor (especially, having the luxury of dwelling in such a well-to-do city). In fact, Esther used the most unique objects to build masterpieces and fulfill her desire to have things and such. There was always quick fix for anything they were lacking, given the right creativity, except of course, for food. As much as her father wanted a son (especially, to have serve behind the altar with him), he was thankful to the Godhead that his daughter did not need to consume as much food as a son would have. In return for his thankfulness, his family was thankful he would never be drafted into the war due to his title as a priest.
It was because of her father being a priest that Esther was raised so strictly in the Church. She was taught not to want and that she lacked nothing. She was taught to be content with what she had and to make the most of it. This was a fairly easy concept for her to grasp due to her family’s position in society. For the most part, Esther was content except for one thing. She was rather envious of the boys and men who could go behind the altar during Church services. There was always something ominous about the male gender she could not shake from her mind. This mindset became more than just a toying emotion but eventually an obsession. In more than one way, she resented the traditional female role and looked for an escape from becoming her mother; and being the bright and innovative girl, her mother and father raised her to be, she looked beyond the borders of her country and into the country of Interum.
At the age of eighteen, Esther left her family without word and moved to Interum. With her hands finally free to do as she pleased, she enlisted in the Interum Military. Not being a native to Interum, Esther worked her hardest to prove she could be part of their military. For her, there was no going home. Showing that she had quick hands and a highly resourceful mind in learning new technology, she was quickly shoved into the Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Division, and because of her introverted demeanor and rookie-skills, she was a perfect candidate for the BGO NO-36. She gratefully took the position, determined to prove her worth.
Other:
Esther keeps a black, wool prayer rope on her at all times. |
10,205 | 286 | 21 | 655 | 2,889 | PFC Kane O'Connor
"Yeah just noticed- "
The report rang out half a second later, a sharp crack piercing through the noise. Moments later he saw Callum's vitals in his HUD go haywire.
He'd been hit. Judging by the screaming in the comms network, it was an affirmative.
This wasn't just an exercise. This was a real war.
"F-fuck! Callum's hit! Callum's hit! Corporal Craster, he needs help!"
Panic began to fill his being. His normally steady hands began shaking. Not once during his entire time here had he expected to be at war with Tellosia. Now they were in the thick of it, and one of the men he'd been around with in the loneliness had been shot.
What if he were next?
His scope was already zeroed in on where the scope glint had been, but he lowered it in panic. The enemy sniper might've been doing the same thing.
Just then a round tore through the air, the crack following half a second after. He'd been right.
The panic in him slowly replaced itself with anger. How dare he! The gall of him! To think he could get away with hurting Callum that easily!
"Motherfucker! Callum, I'm gonna get revenge for you! Hold tight man!"
Kane raised a hand and tapped the side of his helmet. His lenses switched through vision modes until he settled on infra-red. A cursory glance over the wall of the sentry tower confirmed his guess: most of the terrain was a nice, dark blue. Cold. And, out in the fields of snow, sat a single, albeit tiny, spot of white.
A heat signature. A slightly man-shaped heat signature.
Apparently the Tellosian snipers didn't have heat-camoflage like the real Interum snipers did. Advantage Interum.
Kane steadied his breathing and gripped his rifle tight, then stood. He turned, sat the bipod down on the ledge and scoped in on where the heat signature was. His scope gave him an accurate distance reading and wind heading, and all he had to do was adjust accordingly.
Then a spurt of white interrupted his calculations. The sniper twitched and slumped onto the floor. He was followed shortly by two more men getting shot and collapsing.
Esther. She was in the same bunker as Cal. She'd been faster.
"Fuck!"
In anger he ducked back down. A fist slammed into the tower wall, Kane's fury evident.
"Mother FUCK! Fucking shit! I did not fucking sign up for this!"
Panic, anger and fear made a powerful cocktail that paralysed the poor scout in his tower. Trembling, he drew his knees in to his chest and held his rifle in his arms. | PFC Kane O'Connor
5' 10"
167 lbs
24 years old
Gear
Primary
- The Hyperion model Gauss rifle is a magnetically powered rail gun, capable of launching its rounds through light or medium armour from as far as a mile away. Single shot, semi-automatic. Scope has integrated vision modes, capable of switching between normal, night vision and infra red.
Secondary
- The M23 machine pistol is a simple, compact machine pistol. Twenty round magazine, integrated silencer.
Melee
- Seated within the right bracer of his EHCS is a single blade, nanoweave. Able to cut through most light armour and flesh.
EHCS: Nemesis Class Scout Armour
Nemesis is a take on a lighter form of the original EHCS frame. Intended for recon and scout units, the frame comes with lightweight armour, flexible and durable. The frame's helmet contains a varied amount of vision modes including infra-red, magnetic, low light and magnifications of up to 4x. Each individual lens is keyed into a central HUD system that displays information directly into the user's pupils.
Personality: Chipper and headstrong, O'Connor is more or less the smartass of the squad. If he isn't providing tactical coverage with his rifle, he's busy chatting up a storm and annoying everyone's ears off. He likes to make himself known, and isn't above noisy, loud partying or making really really bad jokes to try and lighten a serious situation.
Bio: Being the second youngest in the squad isn't lost on O'Connor. His experience in the Interum army was, safe to say, merciless, and being one of the top graduates from scout school has given him a little chip on his shoulder.
Before he enlisted, he was a runner. An athlete. Training hard for his high school's track team to maybe, just maybe, run a gold medal to bring up his ailing study scores. His stamina was amongst the best the school had to offer, though his speed was sadly lacking. He made up for it by training every day, keeping himself cheerful by listening to music or cracking jokes to his fellow athletes.
Then when his two best friends decided to enlist upon graduating, where else could he go? O'Connor followed right in their footsteps, and proved himself physically to be a pretty good navigator and marksman. After his basic training was through, he was selected to undergo specialist training as a scout and reconnaissance trooper. Obviously he did well in the physical department, but the mental stress slowly made him crack. The task of having to not only plan out a route but navigate it back and forth for one lone patrol, then sit there for roughly ten hours on watch while a friendly squad moved through wasn't something he could handle. Eventually he went AWOL, and was only found a week later, drunk off of cheap booze and spouting nasties to whoever got within range.
That was how he ended up at RO-36. A scout nobody wanted, with training that was woefully inadequate for the region. His verdict? Hopefully he'd annoy everyone here so much that he'd end up being sent home. The military life wasn't what he'd expected it to be.
Other: - |
10,206 | 286 | 22 | 1,821 | 1,687 | Collie Craster
The Long Watch III
"Quite the misfortune for us, wouldn't you say?" Collie said in reply to Yvette's comment about the Tellosians. She was speaking in general as all of herself and her allies were heavily outgunned at the moment, but she was really thinking about herself. About one more year of service, and she would have been honorably discharged and allowed to continue on with her life. Granted, nothing was ever going to be the same after the military, but at least people won't be shooting her anymore...
The moment fire erupted, Collie dropped low to make herself harder to hit. She was at greater risk than her companions due to her EHCS being lightly armored with nothing more than ballistic fibers and a few pieces of metal plate. Sure, Collie had a thin shield layer that provided some protection but those things were always unreliable at best. Nonetheless, Collie kept up with Yvette as she continued her progress only stopping to occasionally spray fire in a direction. There wasn't much rhyme or reason to her shooting, it was just something that was an instinct. She wasn't there to kill but to save, although she has done both.
Collie must have been preoccupied as Yvette entered a scrap when she was ambushed by a few Tellosian. She was lucky to get out of that fine, save for some apparent psychological distress. Collie was grateful that the Staff Sergeant ended up putting a stop to that. Speaking of which, the man seemed to have gotten out of that crash unscathed. Lucky him. Judging by the man's isolation from the other reinforcements, Collie could presume that most were dead or dying. Unlucky them. "With you, seven." Collie chimed in to answer the man's question. "Anyone else survive that crash? And what about yourself? Feeling alright?" She'd wait only a moment for the man to answer before turning and heading back to the bunker as the man could clearly walk and fight.
She managed to make it only about a hundred yards before a sudden eruption on the comms alerted her to the status back the bunker. Screams of agony screeched into her earpiece. Since they had such a small outfit here and Collie was rather experienced in the matter, she picked up on it being Cal's screams. He only screamed for a moment before subsiding, likely passing out from whatever happened to him. He probably wasn't dead as men on death's door sit in a quiet, tragic disbelief. Regardless, she had to hightail it back to the bunker. "Cal? ... Cal?" Collie called out into her allied airwave in between breaths but found no response. ".. Anyone near Cal .. that can tell me what happened?"
Collie sounded remarkable calm and collected despite everything going on, but that's the result of being a battle-tested veteran for a few years. She couldn't afford to panic during this time as someone's life always depended upon her. She wasn't immune to it, though. There were many sleepless nights, horrifying memories, and a constant fear of death. She can understand it so when Kane's frantic cries came over the comms and she pretty much agreed with his frustration. She wanted to curse the world out for this shitty luck but she didn't have the luxury of that so she always kept her head straight. No matter the cost later. | Corporal Columbine "Collie" Craster
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Age: 22 Years
Gear:
Primary: Short-range rifle with semi-auto, burst, and full auto modes.
Secondary: Standard Issue Archimedes PDP Mark II
Knife: Standard Issue Archimedes “Serpent” Combat Knife Mark III
Fluid Resuscitation
IV fluids and tubing. The amount will depend on the length of mission. Normal Saline/Sodium Chloride, Hetastarch/Hextend, and Lactated Ringers(LR) are usually carried.
18, 16, and 14 gauge IV catheters.
FAST 1 intraosseous infusion kit. The FAST 1 is a quick way to administer fluids when peripheral and external jugular venous access is unavailable due to massive blood loss, burns, or loss of limbs.
Hemorrhage (blood loss) Control
CAT, SOFT-T or improvised tourniquets. Tourniquets are used for the care under fire phase of tactical combat casualty care, to stop massive life-threatening hemorrhage.
Emergency Trauma Bandages, a newer version of the first aid pressure dressing.
Kerlix gauze, for stopping hemorrhage, or creating a bulky dressing.
Hemostatic agents, such as Celox, Hemcon bandages, and others. Some hemostatic agents are controversial due to their thermodynamic nature, which causes collateral damage if the user is not properly trained.
Airway Management
14 gauge catheter, at least 3.25 inches long, for needle chest decompression.
Asherman chest seal, Bolin chest seal or Hyfin chest seal, as an occlusive dressing for sucking chest wounds.
Nasopharyngeal Airway (NPA)w/surgilube or "nasal trumpet." This flexible tube secures a nasal airway when the casualty does not have, or may lose their ability to keep their own airway open. Contraindicated by signs of skull fracture.
Oropharyngeal Airway, a hard "J" shaped plastic device that secures an oral airway, and can also be used to keep the teeth open for a more permanent airway device.
King LTD, a simple tube airway with an inflatable cuff to create a sealed airway.
Combitube, like a King LTD, but designed to be able to function almost no matter how the tube is placed due to the dual lumen tube design.
Surgical Cricothyrotomy kit. Many different styles and kits exist, the choice is up to the individual medic's supply or preference. The most simple is a scalpel to open an airway, and to use an NPA to keep the airway patent.
Assorted Equipment
Hand Sanitizer
Nitrile gloves
Alcohol or Providine/Iodine swabs
Cravats (muslin bandages)
Assorted gauze bandages
Band-Aids
Assorted sizes of tape
Coban, a stretchy, self clinging wrap
Ace Bandages
Assorted hypodermic needles and syringes
Combat Casualty Card
SAM Splint—a flexible, reusable splint with a metal core covered in closed cell foam.
Water Jel burn dressing
Small sharps shuttle
Trauma Shears
Safety pins
Battlefield Medicine
"Omni-Gel", a combination of stem cells and nano-machines in a gel-like paste to be slathered onto wounds and burns to hasten recovery of damaged tissues.
Morphine
Antibiotics
Narcan, a narcotics antagonist, to counter morphine's respiratory-depressing effects.
Phenergan, an anti-nausea treatment, which also increases the pain-reducing effects of morphine.
Epi-pen, epinephrine in an auto injecting "pen" to counter anaphylactic (severe allergic) reactions.
A combat medic is generally expected to care for the needs of the soldiers in his group, including their everyday ailments. A medic will usually carry a small amount of what are referred to as "snivel" or "sick call meds." These are common over-the-counter medications that do not require a prescription.
acetaminophen (Tylenol), anti-pyretic and pain reducer.
Naproxen and ibuprofen, different NSAIDs which reduce pain and inflammation.
Diphenhydramine (Benadryl), an antihistamine with a sedative side effect.
Pseudoephedrine, a nasal decongestant.
Guaifenesin, an expectorant.
Loperamide (Imodium AD) an anti-diarrheal agent.
Pepto Bismol tablets, to settle upset stomachs, treat diarrhea, and heartburn.
Colace (docusate sodium), a medium strength stool softener.
EHCS:
Personality: Collie is best summed by saying she has a rough exterior but on the inside, she is soft and vulnerable. Circumstance and her present situation has demanded she grew tough and every since joining the military she has steeled herself to a lot of things. First impressions will feel like she is cold and maybe a bit harsh, preferring to maintain a professional doctor-patient relationship, but she is pretty quick to open up if she feels comfortable with someone as she yearns for real relationships with people. Secretly, she often gets lost in old romance novels.
For the most part, she can be counted upon to stitch someone up in an open fire fight and will not hesitate in tense situations, though her temperament under distress will cause her to be quite short and pushy with others. It is usually after battle, especially after losing a comrade under her watch, that she bears her burden but only behind closed doors. She is afraid of being 'discounted' or an outsider due to her being a female and will do her very best to appear tough and 'one of the guys'.
Bio: Collie's father was a military man, but her mother was just a house wife. Together, they bore four children: three boys and the youngest, one girl. As the boys grew up, they all aspired and took after their father while the girl, Collie ended up taking after her mother, despite the abundance of men in the house. Collie's father was a "desk" officer at this point and they ended up transferring from base to base with even a few occasions of leaving one base while under fire, but such is the life in Interum. So for the most part, the Craster's were pretty normal all things considered...
As the boys grew older, they all eagerly shipped off for the military at eighteen. Tragically, the two oldest brothers ended up dying while during separate tours of battle. Collie's slightly older brother, Mark, is still living and surprisingly, still serving in the military as a gunnery chief for an armored battalion. When Collie turned eighteen, she did not eagerly ship off for the military and instead pursued academics, heading off to college to study medicine. Her ambition was to be a family physician but right as she just getting started in her studies, she got drafted in the Interum military, but such is the life in Interum...
The only courtesy Collie got was the military at least recognize her desire for medicine and since they needed combat medics, they plugged her into the basic for that discipline. She came out of basic and was immediately thrown into combat. The first year was hell and the softer Collie, who took after her mother, could barely stomach it all. She managed, though, probably thanks to something on her father's side.
Fast forward about a year and half and Collie is pretty comfortable right now. She might hate it, sure, but she knows what to expect. Well, it was around this time that she was transferred to a unit that had a CO, who Collie could describe as "The Biggest Dickhead the nation of Interum had ever seen". Under this CO, Collie felt mistrusted, abused, threatened, and so on. Whatever went wrong was on her, it seemed. She hated that man and begged to be transferred out, but was always denied. Well, during a tour under this CO, said CO ended up wounded with what a few eyewitnesses claimed as a pretty light non-fatal type of hit. Collie ran over to treat the man and she claimed, that he continued his spiteful talk, even smacked her for an accidental poke. Eyewitnesses claim not to have seen it, but it happened and Collie claimed it added a lot of unnecessary stress. The CO ended up dying from that seemingly light wound and Collie was left with her hands red.
There was a whole process of court-martials and hearings and so on. Did Collie mean to kill the CO, who surprisingly was on everyone else's good side, or did she just end up messing up under duress? The court never ended up deciding but they still had to do something so they shipped Collie off to the Interum-Tellosia border to shove the problem 'under the rug' so to speak.
Other: If Collie likes you, she'll let you in on her 'medical reserves' stash. She has chewing tobacco, candy, and even alcohol that she would kindly 'lose' for you. |
10,207 | 286 | 23 | 62 | 2,653 | Lieutenant Mika Delouse
This was bad... this was very bad. Not long after Second Lieutenant Slade and Craster had left before the outpost was under attack. Where had they come from? Suddenly what seemed to be lightly armored Tellosian scouts had oppened fire on the base, luckily it appeared at first that they had no way of destroying it, so the occupants within were largely safe. That was until Webley got hit that was. Mika had been braced against the wall next to the machinegun mount at one of the vision slits of the glorified concrete pill box when he went down, he saw Webley grasping at his face screaming. The Lt. quickly made his way over to the Private, trying to see just what damage had been done. It looked like a grazing wound, lots of blood and pain but nothing serious... but he wasn't a medic. He was relieved when he heard Craster over the comms and responded to her as best he could, "Ccccc-c-c-cc-C- ff--ffuck IT- COLLIE! I-i-i-iii-I'm next tttttt-o him, l-loo-looks like a g-g-g-GRazing wound n-not sure... we n--nnnee-eed you b-bbb-b-ba-ack here now!", with that he decided he couldn't do much else for Webley... but he could help the others.
He made his way to the machinegun, a .50 caliber MG, the only one the base had. He checked it, the belt of ammo and the box, satisfied, he turned it to the small bodies on the horizon. Private Esther was doing work... Kane not so much, "K-k-kane... ss-s-s-sna-snap the f-fuck out of it! Shhhhhh- do your job y-you fff-ff-f-f-fucking c-cc--coward!", with that Lt. Mika Delouse laid down suppressing fire with the MG. The thick tracer rounds flew from the barrel, and he thought he saw a few bodies go down, but he was shaking to much to tell. The heavy gun spat death out across the field, no doubt driving more than a few Tellosians into what little cover they could find. | Lieutenant Mika Delouse
(far left image)
Height: 5'9
Weight: 164 lb.
Age: 24
Gear:
Primary- M3 Abrams Carbine
Secondary
Heavy pistol meant for a combiation of stopping power and recoil compensation
Knife- Serpent MK3
EHCS
(Combat officer model)
Personality: Mika Delouse is a nervous man, always has been. He had a speech impediment during his youth, most likely as a result of his early trauma. His grandfather worked with th boy to get past it and now he has virtually no stutter except in times of extreme stress or confusion. His anxiety issues are handled through medication, so unless he runs out of pills he is generally calm and concise, if a bit antsy. He has a certain pride to him, having to overcome his anxiety issues and nerves to become a proper officer and points to his proud family lineage as evidence to his skill as a leader. In truth he is an average, and sometimes below average officer, who is nervous about his men, his asignment and unsure of his abilities in real combat. The fact he is a greenhorn does not help this.
Bio: Born to civilian parents, the first few years of Mika's life was largely ordinary until right before his 5th birthday. A few days before the family was eating out at a fancier restuarant as a treat, and the quiet young boy was able to be taken to such places. It was their, that a terrorist attack took place. Isari terrorists bombed the restuarant along with quite a few other civilian and goverment institutions, killing thousands of people in the process. In the aftermath, Mika was found amongst the wreckage and bodies still leaving. He appeared to be shell shocked, desperately trying to get his father to get up... to respond to him. After a short time in the hospital for head injuries sustained from both shrapnel and the bombs shockwave, custody was given to his grandfather on his mothers side, a retired veteran of the Interum military, decorated for bravery in the face of certain death.
It wasn't long before the hard line military man learned two things about his grand son. First, he was intelligent, extremely so, and a quick thinker. He also discovered he was incredibly anxious, paranoid and had a serious speech impediment. He determined the boy could be an officer like he was, and wanted to get him to where he needed to be. He wroked hard with his Grandson Mika, drilling him, tutoring him and working night and day. Eventually he overcame his speech impediment, and became less anxious through therapy and medication. When he was old enough, he applied to officers school and was accepted.
He scored relatively high on most of his tests, but only just barely made certain requirements. For instance, he cleared the leadership under duress tests in just barely enough time to make it, and he worried quite a few of his superiors. A small group of them expressed their worry to their higher ups, and the officer core seriously considered failing him. His grandfathers impassioned pleas against such, him being a highly decorated officer and respected veteran, managed to keep his grandson in the core until graduation. As a sort of trade off, he was made the commanding officer of a small BGO guarding and important pass at the Tellosian border. This ensured he would remain an officer, but would not cause deaths in the field if he broke down under duress or was deprived of his medication.
Though now it looks like he is going to be battle tested, and his men are soon going to be depending on him to stay alive... a prospect causing him no small amount of anxiety.
Other: He has not revealed his condition with any of his men aside from required medical perssonnel. So, he attempts to remain on at least friendly terms with any and all medics who come through the post |
10,208 | 286 | 24 | 283 | 563 | 2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade
With a swift cock of the blade, a bloody spurt slid against the surface of her helmet along with pervious stains adorn in the mere slaughter of the scout. Yet, it was at that instance of the Staff Sergeant confirming the causality that Slade had seen a lifeless body. "Agreed...," was the only word spoken in response to him. With one last glance at the body buried in both blood and snow, Slade sprung from the guts of it all.
Slade heard screams, and it was not the cries of her victims. No, it was the Private, Webley. The same man who she had casually spoken to hours earlier over a pool table with the tunes of rock instrumental music playing in the background. He had cooked her day's meal before terror struck. And now because of that terror, because of those Tellosians, he was hurting, hollering in the pinching agony that pried his peace. If having an itchy-trigger finger was a disease, she was direly infected, but also certain it is contagious.
Busting into the presence of her Lieutenant once her, Jacobson, and Craster returned, Slade noticed O'Connor's panic following Delouse's commands for composure. Slade firmly laid her hand on O'Connor's shoulder, wishing that he would just stop shaking, trembling, because up until this point to her, O'Connor was the most annoying among the unit. He was an irritating know-it-all, but now he was vulnerable, scared even. Thus grabbing his shoulder, the Second Lieutenant pushed him against the wall, with both hands now on his shoulder, briefly saying, "O'Connor! Listen, listen to me. I'm giving you an order- grow some balls. I am not going to let you die today!" Her words were harsh, yet at the heart them, Slade was comforting him, not cursing him. She let go, "Death's going to have to take me before it takes you. Remember that." Slade cared about him to the degree that she was not going to lose him to the Tellosians or to fear. And that went for the rest of the team, because her blood lust was their insurance.
"If anyone wants to join me, so be it. But I'm going to move out and spread out, hold them off from a different position." If they were going to survive, being back up in one area was not going to make it happen. They had to be flexible, secure the premises. So, Slade sprinted off towards the front entrance of the outpost, an obvious place that perhaps enemies may flood through when forces start springing in. Charging through, taking cover to cover for safety's sake, Slade was given another surprise attack for the day- they were no longer alone. Tellosian infiltrators breached through the BGO, she got the memo with the butt of a rifle bashed against her helmet, she tried coming back with a swing of the elbow but that follow with her taking a heel to a joint of the leg, feeling the breaking of her own bones. But that feeling was numbed by the anxiety of the death that beckoned against her shoulder. Slade whipped out her sidearm, putting an end to her bone breaker and gunning down the few remaining Tellosians that crawled their way inside the post. "Grgh!" She cried into the comm as each step stung trying to find cover. "Got into another scrap, and a broken leg-- AH!," she cried into the comm. We've been breached, managed to splatter some heads, but--" She was cut off by the sound of gunshots. "I NEED COVER NOW!" | 2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade
"I don't do this for the gore, the gain, or the glory. I do this because there are prices to pay for people I love. And those I love are arms and shoulders right besides me in the gripping heat of battle. I do this for my brothers and sisters. We march together. We fall together."
Name
Yvette Slade
Gender
Female
Age
21
For a 2nd Lieutenant, she's pretty young in physical years, yet with the type of state of mind she has, bringing the type of maturity and discipline she needs. Time is all but a number to her, because what matters to Yvette is skill, experience, and passion. Being doubted because of age is one way to get under Yvette's skin. But she's proud of the progress she has made, humble to be an inspiration to young recruits.
Gender
Female
Height
5'2
Yvette is considered below average height for her age, thus making her quite short. Yet, she strives to diminish the importance of height within the battlefield. Does being short bring along insecurity? Not even a little bit. In fact, Yvette uses what other may consider a disadvantage in her favor by her will to better dodge in close combat, proving those who doubted her wrong.
Weight
115 lbs.
Yvette is considered thin by her stature, and though she is comprised of a health amount of muscle, she is still very skinny. However with this too, she intends to make the odds in her favor by understanding the heavy weight of an EFCS. But that is when she is equipped with armor, which is more times than without it. However, in such circumstances where she is out of her EFCS, she must rely on speed rather than the strength she has little of compared to enemies much heavier than her.
Gear
Omega Allegiance Repeater
Carbon Void Shooter
Phantomstrike Slicer
EHCS
The Sprinter- The suit gets its name due to its ability to provide protection, speed, and agility to its wearer. Regarded moreover as a lightweight piece of armor.
Personality
If there's one thing to know about Yvette so far, she breaks standards. Age, height, weight, let those physical things be below average because it deems itself irrelevant when it comes to the individual she's grown to be. Yvette did not become 2nd Lieutenant for gain, glory, or even family traditions. She's a soldier because it is her addiction. But its the addiction that births talent, and through talent comes the type of passion Yvette needs to act as her fuel to sustain her journey and bring her to the destiny she was met to uphold. So, yes, she takes the job very serious, with formalities being very necessary, for most of the time. Because it is the title of 2nd Lieutenant that defines her very next days as she stands responsibility for each life she commands under her superior.
Yvette does not love the military because she loves death, war, or the rush of blood thirsty temptations to seek vengeance beyond justice. She treasures the camaraderie, the sake she can have a family she is willing to die for. And though she is blunt, harsh, and sometimes the perfect drill sergeant, Yvette does not hide a single feeling, neither will she ever be described with the word cold. Her emotions are infectious, and usually guiding the atmosphere of those surrounding her. At the end of the day, Yvette may say cruel words, but its out of protection or to snap a soldier back in his or hers right mind, especially if they cower or lose themselves in anxiety. Though, Yvette does enjoy blowing steam off and partying within reason, she's a lively woman, everyone knows it. And it is because of her emotions and the words that come with them, that she owes her success to. If you have something to get off of your chest, Yvette's the one to see, unless you're a deserter. Yvette hates deserters.
As to where she is for her morality. Well, Yvette is the one to make hard decisions, and her judgment is based on what is best for the group, however even more than that, what is best for the military. Yet, she remembers she is the second-in-command, the leader has the first say so. Well, she ever back down on her superior, only in extreme cases and not in the way of a traitor.
Bio:
Before the military, Yvette was a criminal. It was in her juvenile years, a rebellious teen confused and deluded enough to find comfort in the injustice and selfish among things. But she did not have anyone in her life to be inspired by. It was herself making wrong decisions at the time. Her father was imprisoned for desertion and her mother was married to a prisoner, just because of that being true, she suffocated Yvette in strict regulations and rules so her daughter would never end up there. This eventually caused Yvette to runaway and accompany kids her age that posed as vandals. Yvette and the group recklessly spattered graffiti here and there, sabotaging the property of police officers and authorities, believing they could be some kind of anarchists group by defeating the oppressive superiors, as if anarchy could be freedom. The more they vandalized, the more destructive they became, like their appetite grew stronger with each act. They were finally arrested after the teens turned to pyromania. After so, Yvette served time in juvenile detention, but soon a rising program to take delinquent juveniles and raise them up to be disciplined soldiers became an option for Yvette.
She took it, figured there is more to life than sitting in room and thinking hard and long about the wrong choices she made. And she also wanted to make her mother proud, finally understanding though the woman was unbearable at times, she was trying to protect her daughter from a path she would regret. But she was hesitant, her father was a coward, he ran, the military reminded Yvette of that. Yet, she had chance to prove herself different.Once enlisted into the program, Yvette felt as if she finally discovered her purpose in life, and she was not going to let anything get in her way from pursuing it. Though Yvette had an earlier stab at climbing up the ranks, her passion far exceeded any head start.
Yvette was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant when rogue forces ambushed Yvette's unit, taking them prisoner. It was unknown who they were, but there was one thing of no mysterious, they hated her people. Taken captive, they lined the troops up on their knees and the squad leader was presented in the front of them with a gun to his head. But the terrorists were not going to shoot him, one of them had to. And if they didn't, all of them die.
But it was her who could not see the squad die for one person, surely even their leader could agree on such decision. She gripped the weapon given, yet shooting her superior was not on agenda. Yvette grappled the leading terrorist in a choke hold with the gun to his head, swiftly tossing a knife she snapped off of the enemy to her leader so he cut the ties from his hands. Yvette use the man as a shield as she precisely pounded bullets to create death blows. By the end of it, there were a few survivors, but who knows where they could be if she complied with the enemy.
It was a risky move, she could of gotten all of them slaughter easily. But without that movement, they very well could have been anyways. She became known as a hero. After the promotion, she was transferred to NO-36, where she now starts a new chapter in her life. |
10,209 | 286 | 25 | 655 | 2,889 | PFC Kane O'Connor
"K-k-kane... ss-s-s-sna-snap the f-fuck out of it! Shhhhhh- do your job y-you fff-ff-f-f-fucking c-cc--coward!"
"O'Connor! Listen, listen to me. I'm giving you an order- grow some balls!"
His superiors blared in his ears, but Kane still trembled. He gripped his rifle tighter, trying to slow his breathing, even as LT Yvette continued.
She was right though. He needed to suck it up.
Taking in deep breaths, he made himself relax and stood back up, bipod braced on the tower ledge.
Ahead of him, Yvette screamed into her comms. She'd been caught breaking across the main gate and the enemy had gotten in while they were all occupied with Callum.
He saw her go down amidst several Tellosian soldiers, but they all dropped immediately after as her sidearm barked and blew holes in their chests.
Anger bloomed inside him again, and as she hobbled to safety, he trained his scope on the gate.
"Yes ma'am! I have you covered, ma'am!"
Just as he finished his sentence, another squad of Tellosian fighters broke round the corner, fanning out as they began peppering the gate with fire. Kane's scope found one that had a machine gun trained on his officer and teammate. Before the gunner could even open fire, his head had a hole in it, punched by a molten slug of magnetically-propelled metal.
Kane adjusted his scope and moved on. With almost clinical precision, he began zeroing in on enemy positions to snipe them. If they were dug in too well, he shot at their cover instead, making them duck down or hide.
He'd be damned if he let another of his teammates take another hit. | PFC Kane O'Connor
5' 10"
167 lbs
24 years old
Gear
Primary
- The Hyperion model Gauss rifle is a magnetically powered rail gun, capable of launching its rounds through light or medium armour from as far as a mile away. Single shot, semi-automatic. Scope has integrated vision modes, capable of switching between normal, night vision and infra red.
Secondary
- The M23 machine pistol is a simple, compact machine pistol. Twenty round magazine, integrated silencer.
Melee
- Seated within the right bracer of his EHCS is a single blade, nanoweave. Able to cut through most light armour and flesh.
EHCS: Nemesis Class Scout Armour
Nemesis is a take on a lighter form of the original EHCS frame. Intended for recon and scout units, the frame comes with lightweight armour, flexible and durable. The frame's helmet contains a varied amount of vision modes including infra-red, magnetic, low light and magnifications of up to 4x. Each individual lens is keyed into a central HUD system that displays information directly into the user's pupils.
Personality: Chipper and headstrong, O'Connor is more or less the smartass of the squad. If he isn't providing tactical coverage with his rifle, he's busy chatting up a storm and annoying everyone's ears off. He likes to make himself known, and isn't above noisy, loud partying or making really really bad jokes to try and lighten a serious situation.
Bio: Being the second youngest in the squad isn't lost on O'Connor. His experience in the Interum army was, safe to say, merciless, and being one of the top graduates from scout school has given him a little chip on his shoulder.
Before he enlisted, he was a runner. An athlete. Training hard for his high school's track team to maybe, just maybe, run a gold medal to bring up his ailing study scores. His stamina was amongst the best the school had to offer, though his speed was sadly lacking. He made up for it by training every day, keeping himself cheerful by listening to music or cracking jokes to his fellow athletes.
Then when his two best friends decided to enlist upon graduating, where else could he go? O'Connor followed right in their footsteps, and proved himself physically to be a pretty good navigator and marksman. After his basic training was through, he was selected to undergo specialist training as a scout and reconnaissance trooper. Obviously he did well in the physical department, but the mental stress slowly made him crack. The task of having to not only plan out a route but navigate it back and forth for one lone patrol, then sit there for roughly ten hours on watch while a friendly squad moved through wasn't something he could handle. Eventually he went AWOL, and was only found a week later, drunk off of cheap booze and spouting nasties to whoever got within range.
That was how he ended up at RO-36. A scout nobody wanted, with training that was woefully inadequate for the region. His verdict? Hopefully he'd annoy everyone here so much that he'd end up being sent home. The military life wasn't what he'd expected it to be.
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"We can't tell how many there are, but I'm sure it won't be a problem for the kids." Hyde Crimson tossed the scroll, prompting Ozpin to jump from his seat and catch the expensive pad. Crimson ignored Ozpin's irritated glare as he began pouring brandy into two glasses.
"No coffee?" Ozpin frowned. He didn't count on Crimson providing such a luxury, but as of late Ozpin has been developing a habit of vexing the Executive. "So we are to capture the targets and bring them to the proper authorities?"
Crimson finished his glass in one go. "Capture? You're Huntsmen. Do your job and hunt them down."
"Hyde, this is unnecessary," Ozpin shook his head, clearly not approving of his employer's intentions.
"This is personal, Ozpin." Crimson pointed with glass in hand. "We can't have a situation like this."
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1830 HRS
Airborne
Moutain Glenn City District,
Kingdom of Vale
The Angelo was a man made marvel. This large airship was designed to penetrate the enemy's airspace by employing experimental cloaking technology. It could fly while remaining undetected by radar. At the same time, it provided the same amenities found on a luxury cruise. A homely decorated interior helped passengers with anxiety, providing comfort and space.
Ozpin started off without delay. The briefing room was large, accomodating the 10+ students. At the very middle, holographs displayed surveillence shots of the target locations. Mountain Glenn was built only a few years ago as a new city district of Vale. It was considered the kingdom's first attempt of expanding past the natural borderes.
A corporate building was on display. "Construction is complete," Ozpin pointed, "and is already registered to the Schnee Dust Company. Intel has discovered that it is being used as a hideout for a terrorist cell. According to reports, several Faunus have taken residence within Mountain Glenn. Continued observations, however, have noted that they are often spott in this area....here." Ozpin tapped at the holographic display and drew a circle, containing within it the few blocks around the building.
"Arrived at destination. Standing by."
"You will be separated into two teams. One group will go with Commander Nix Valentine and another group will go with Vinsent Voidance. Commander Nix's team will be charged with engaging the enemy outside of the building. With the landscape including its own traffic network casualties should remain at an absolute zero. This will help create an opening into the enemies defenses, making way for Vinsent and his team to enter the building and make contact with the Target."
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RED Team - DPZTRIF (Depth Strife)
Phoenix “Nix” Valentine
Drake Umbra
Zena Mavrofo
Tank Licorice
Itzel Dunstan
Ryan Jet
Fugo Onyx
Objective: Engage the enemy and create an opening for BLUE Team
Neutralize enemy forces outside the building
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BLUE Team - VOYDAN (Voidance)
Vinsent Voidance
Osen Gure
Yin Li
Nova Ral Oryx
Adam Sable
Djura Sinclair
Objective: Infiltrate the building
Apprehend the Target
Assist RED Team and neutralize remaining enemy forces
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ENEMY: Terrorists (Faunus)
Numbers: Estimated 50+
Equipment: Stolen armory- Dust-equipped assault rifles, anti-tank weapons, grenades, bladed weapons
Risk Rating: Faunus have natural night-vision and are quick on their feet. Even if without combat training, the Faunus' hatred for humans will drive them to take risks and take on a predator-survivor mindset.
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-Mission 00: Not a Pilot Episode//
Post Limit:TBA | Username: Zugzwang
Character Name: Adam Sable
Age: 18
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance: Adam is as far from his namesake as one can be. A bright blonde mop tops his head, fair skin pockmarked and blemished covering the cords of muscle that make up his tall frame. His jaw is angular, a feature he has always been proud of, his teeth the radiant white of fastidious dental attention. His nose is remarkably straight for the number of times it has been broken, and the patches of scar tissue that mark his torso have healed admirably. His form is wide and stocky, having grown out of his stretched, thin frame with puberty far behind him. His attire is always practical, a reflection of his natural paranoia manifesting as sturdy boots, a warm jacket and trousers faded with use and mistreatment. His smile is wide and ever-present, his laugh boisterous and room-filling. His voice is a crisp tenor, making up for deficiencies in beauty with ample clarity. He speaks quickly, he walks with determination and he stands straight. Despite this, he fidgets: twirling pens, tapping his fingers in complex rhythms, cleaning his weapons. He is the kind of man who looks you in your eyes when you speak, and smiles when you're finished.
Weapon: Efficiency is Adam's ideal, and the antique is his fetish. Transforming weapons are neither of these. They're cumbersome, expensive and often unnecessary. Adam is a lover of the firearm, and comes prepared. His revolver, his prized possession gleaming silver-grey is seldom away from his hip, six impressive chambers ready to be filled with equally impressive brass casings. A long rifle, bolt-action and bored to dispatch large grimm at larger distances, is his bread and butter, large and imposing and bad in tight spaces, powerful and accurate and deafening in the wide open. Adam likes to think that the bayonet lug makes it 'transformable' enough.
Semblance: Adam can see the future. Not far into the future, of course: the furthest forward he's ever seen was two seconds, but that was almost certainly a fluke. The distance in time changes slowly up and down from day to day, with the occasional odd spike or dip, averaging around .8 seconds. He cannot decide how far too look, and always sees at the maximum of his possible distance. It drains him to look forward more than might be expected, and only with significant training and ample concentration has he learned too both peer into the future and focus on tasks at hand. The future he sees change with his actions: if he sees himself cut a red wire and explode, his decision to cut a green wire may change matters. Since his semblance interprets his clearly expressed volitions, and can change, Adam theorizes it is simply supernatural predictive qualities, but he has always found that has less panache than "I can see the future".
Corruption: Adam's corruption makes him perceive the world at half speed. Seconds feel like two used to. He looks to himself like he is moving half as quickly as he should be. Of course, after a week of living as such, he has gotten more than used to it, and can barely remember what it is like to live at 'normal' speed. This change is both a blessing and a curse in equal measure. He grows bored incredibly quickly. He is constantly driven to fidget. He can be frustrating to talk to, and is prone to accidentally interjecting in-between breaks in sentences spoken. He cannot stand to watch films, as he can make out the individual frames one at a time. Music has lost some of its luster, when not played at double-time. Of course, this corruption has other, highly obvious, advantages in his chosen line of work, especially paired with his semblance. |
10,211 | 287 | 1 | 1,298 | 202 | Man, you know what, I normally hate flying, Nix said, resting an arm on the bar counter. "But shit, you guys have better booze than most bars in Vale. And I don't even have to pay for it!"
"Sir, do you think it would be wise to drink before a mission? My employer has cautioned--" Nix shot a look so sharp it cut the bartender's sentence short.
"Whiskey. Neat. Now."
The bartender sighed and turned around, grabbing a very expensive bottle of alcohol and pouring a conservative amount into a lowball glass. He then slid it across the counter to Nix. Nix caught the glass, stirred the liquid with a couple quick flicks of the wrist, then downed the shot. A satisfied sound, somewhere between a sigh and a shout, escaped his lips.
"That's the stuff! Damn, I need to requisition a bottle. Maybe I can get one as mission pay, eh? What do you think?"
He made a motion for the bartender to pour another.
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Making his way from the luxury area to the bridge, Nix met back up with Ozpin. Nix fought better after a little alcohol; something to loosen him up, some fire for his blood. He looked to Ozpin. The guy was basically an old man already. He always turned Nix down when he invited him out to drink. Ol' Ozzy here preferred coffee. And hey, nothing wrong with a little bean juice, but it just didn't have the same kick.
"Construction is complete," Ozpin pointed, "and is already registered to the Schnee Dust Company. Intel has discovered that it is being used as a hideout for a terrorist cell. According to reports, several Faunus have taken residence within Mountain Glenn. Continued observations, however, have noted that they are often spotted in this area....here." Nix peered into the display, a grin stretching across his cheeks.
"Right where we want em'," Nix said. He then made his way to the back of the bridge, patting Ozpin on the shoulder as he passed. "Well then Ozzy, I'm gonna go give my team a lil' pep talk. I'll signal when I want the hatch opened."
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Nix made his way back through the ship. The Angelo was an impressive vessel, no doubt about that. Humanity had invested in machines like these to prove their class, their superiority: 'We'll infiltrate your hideout and we'll do it with a fully-stocked bar.' Nix liked that. While the vessel was by no means small, Nix was able to weave his way though the masterpiece of metalwork relatively quickly. He soon reached a door, to which he pulled out a keycard and touched it to the reading pad. The light flicked from red to green and with a whoosh the door shot open. Before him was the area where all the corrupted cadets were waiting for their mission. Nix looked around, eyeing each and every one of them. He'd seen them all during experimentation of course, but this was his first time actually getting to work with them. His first impression was good. They looked strong- a little unstable, but strong. That was good. The Shades didn't need stability, they needed raw power, and that's just what this group seemed to promise.
The Huntsmen were split into two groups, each sitting on a different side of the hold. On the left was group Depth Strife.
My group, Nix thought. He liked the sound of that. He approached his team.
"Welcome to the fray," Nix said, tucking his hands behind his back. "I trust you've all seen me around the experimentation facility, but in case any of you were too focused on being tortured to pay attention, my name is Phoenix Valentine. You will address me as Commander. Now, as you may or may not know, our job today is to make a lot of noise. We need to cause a good distraction for Voidance's team so they can get into this facility and retrieve some vital documents. So, when I was looking through your paperwork, I separated the files into two sections, based on one factor-"
"Who could fuck shit up."
"If you didn't guess by now, you are the ones who COULD, in fact, fuck shit up. Your combat abilities are best used where you have no restrictions. Far as I'm concerned, you're all a bunch of rabid hounds and I'm about to set you loose. Now, when we get down there, we're going to be engaged in full-on combat. Not some cushy simulation the likes of which you might get at Beacon. We're not playing around with toys. This is the real deal. They're terrorists, and we're going to neutralize them." Nix paused for a moment.
"These Faunas hate humans. If you think that they're going to respond peacefully to a raid like this, you're wrong. You know what they're gonna do? they're gonna take all those weapons they stole from us and they're gonna try to gut you. Now the boss might not want to see 'innocents' die. But for this mission I'm your boss. When you leave this airship, you do so with the intent to kill. Or they will kill you first." Nix paused again, giving the group a long, hard stare. Then he chuckled a bit and smiled.
"But hey, enough of that serious shit, right? Let's go hunt some Faunas!" Nix gave a thumbs up to an operator standing near the back of the hold, who then relayed to the pilot to open the doors. The floor began to lower as the airship approached the ground, landing softly and letting the moonlight flood the cabin. In the same instant, the airship dropped its cloaking device, revealing itself in the thick of the terrorists' hideout. Immediately Fauna all around were driven into a panic. Alarms sounded and the terrorists quickly began arming themselves to deal with this unexpected threat.
As soon as all of Nix's team left the ship, it cloaked itself again and took off, just narrowly avoiding a shot from an anti-aircraft weapon attempting to bring it down. The ship carried Voidance's team to a safer location to drop them more covertly.
Before they knew it, team Depth Strife was put into the thick of battle. Fauna all around them were arming themselves and firing rounds at the small group.
"Alright kiddies, it's recess time! Don't show your damn face around me until you have at least three Fauna ears!"
With that, Nix pulled out Worldrender with a mighty swing, flicking it into its transformation and having it take its greatsword form. He then flung himself forward, using his Gravity Semblance to launch himself at alarming speeds to a nearby group of three Fauna. The unfortunate animal folk were still scrambling around in crates trying to arm themselves when the Commander happened upon them. Nix stopped is dash with a massive, overhead swing with his blade, bringing its weight down directly on top of a horned Fauna. The impact of the strike caused Nix to flip forward toward a second, female Fauna with bunny ears. Still in motion, the Commander performed a spinning slash, slicing the animal girl's torso. Nix then caught the ground, landing on his knees and using his hand to skid to a halt. The last of the three Fauna had finally managed to pull a sword out of the crate and ran toward Nix. With an amused smile, Nix threw a hand forward, sending a tether of aura that wrapped itself around the Fauna's ankle. Nix then grabbed the tether, turned, and threw the Fauna, manipulating his Semblance to cause the animal to fly much farther and faster than would have been possible with Nix's strength alone. The Fauna hit the wall of the facility. He didn't get back up.
Nix let out a raucous laugh.
"Now that's what the hell I'm talking about!"
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A large group of Fauna began circling Team Depth strike. A circle of gunners backed up a circle of Fauna wielding melee weapons. Someone who appeared to have more clout than the others called out to the group.
"Drop your weapons and surrender now!" | Username: Kurai
Character Name: Phoenix “Nix” Valentine
Age: 24
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance:
Images-
Nix is pale, tall, and fit, standing around 6’ and boasting a very toned form with well defined arms (from wielding Worldrender). Nix has bright red eyes and platinum blonde hair that is short and flows toward the back of his head in spiky swaths. He tends to wear some sort of overcoat, often with a fur lining over simple v-necks and dark-colored skinny jeans. His face is expressive and he can often make his mood known without having to utter a word (not that anyone would get that luxury).
Weapon: Worldrender- “‘Cause there ain’t a damn thing this baby can’t cut.”
Terrible Paint Depiction of Transformation-
Worldrender is a weapon with distinct forms, like most weapons in Vale. In its standard form, Worldrender is a very large two-handed sword, shaped in western, dual-edged style. It measures about 5’ long with a foot long handle, bringing the total length to right around 6’. The blade is about a foot wide as well. In place of a handle guard, there is a very large gear separating the blade and the handle. Worldrender’s second form is a very powerful rifle. When shifting between forms, the handle moves to form a 90 degree angle with the blade and a trigger becomes usable near the top of the it. The blade is there parted, and the longer two parts retract back into the third, nearest the gear. A barrel then appears from the center of the shortened blade. Lastly, a small portion at the base of the blade flips and becomes dull so that it can be held with the off-hand in order to steady the shot.
Lastly, while in blade form, the gear can disconnect from the handle with a chain that is wound through the interior of the gear keeping the two attached. Phoenix can use this function to fire his sword and retract it at will. This can function as a grappling hook or otherwise help move around a battlefield.
Semblance: Gravity. Nix has the power to manipulate gravity. He can use this power in a number of different ways. The main uses include reducing gravity’s impact on himself, allowing him to hover, jump very high, and even fly for short periods, as well as increasing gravity’s impact on his enemies to make it much more difficult for them to maneuver effectively and bringing flying enemies to the ground. In order to use his Semblance on someone else, he must touch them with his aura. Therefor, Nix has learned to fire his aura in bullets and create whip-like tethers out of it. If one of these forms touches an enemy, he then has free reign to use gravity manipulation on their person. He can only manipulate people or things he or his aura have touched. |
10,212 | 287 | 2 | 2,636 | 299 | Are you
Freakin'
Kidding me?
BLUE Team
Landing Zone
Vinsent stood silent for a long moment, taking an extra few seconds to make an assessment on the females of the group.
Loli. Schoolgirl. Bewbs.
"Mhm." He mumbled with a noncommittal nod. Appearing to have lost interest in the girls, he switched his gaze to the young men, appraising them in turn.
Dark Knight. Stealth.
Vinsent curved his lips into a playful smile, more so out of fascination than mischief. Still, he could not stop himself from approaching the green-eyed Osen Gure. Crouching slightly to match her height, he reached into his jacket and produced a piece of hard candy. Instead of handing it to her, he placed the candy on top of the girl's head, leaving it there as he turned his attention to Yin Li. He stood straight this time, finding himself just a bit taller. He scrutinized those violet pair, inching his face closer to hers until their foreheads met. Having already invaded that bit of personal space, he teasingly brushed his lips against hers. He backed away suddenly, winking at Yin before moving onto Nova.
"Gentlemen and Ladies! And I say 'Gentlemen' first because I am clearly a misogynist." Gone was the charming smile, replaced with a haters-gonna-hate smirk. "Seriously, I just spent like a minute staring at Nova's chest. But as much as I want to hold them, and giving candy to Osen, and fantasizing about Yin being my waifu, we have something very serious to deal with! Now, was I totally spacing out, or did Ozpin order us to beat up on some furries? I really don't know, can someone check the first post again? I swear, Vrad's writing is so bad it's making me illiterate. Hang on."
"...This will help create an opening into the enemies defenses, making way for Vinsent and his team to enter the building and make contact with the Target."
Vinsent stretched a kink in his neck, as if a small display of disappointment could get things moving faster. "That doesn't sound like a lot of fun. We actually have to wait for RED Team to give us a clearing. Oh well. Okay everyone, let's get going. The Target is the Faunus leader, and it seems we need to reach the top floor to get the bastard. If intel is right, there's 10. Just as we were trained, guys! If anything gets in the way, we cut or shoot it down. Next poster can take point and lead us to the main lobby."
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BLUE Team: Vinsent, Osen, Yin, Adam, Djura, Nova // In front of the corporate building | Username: Zugzwang
Character Name: Adam Sable
Age: 18
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance: Adam is as far from his namesake as one can be. A bright blonde mop tops his head, fair skin pockmarked and blemished covering the cords of muscle that make up his tall frame. His jaw is angular, a feature he has always been proud of, his teeth the radiant white of fastidious dental attention. His nose is remarkably straight for the number of times it has been broken, and the patches of scar tissue that mark his torso have healed admirably. His form is wide and stocky, having grown out of his stretched, thin frame with puberty far behind him. His attire is always practical, a reflection of his natural paranoia manifesting as sturdy boots, a warm jacket and trousers faded with use and mistreatment. His smile is wide and ever-present, his laugh boisterous and room-filling. His voice is a crisp tenor, making up for deficiencies in beauty with ample clarity. He speaks quickly, he walks with determination and he stands straight. Despite this, he fidgets: twirling pens, tapping his fingers in complex rhythms, cleaning his weapons. He is the kind of man who looks you in your eyes when you speak, and smiles when you're finished.
Weapon: Efficiency is Adam's ideal, and the antique is his fetish. Transforming weapons are neither of these. They're cumbersome, expensive and often unnecessary. Adam is a lover of the firearm, and comes prepared. His revolver, his prized possession gleaming silver-grey is seldom away from his hip, six impressive chambers ready to be filled with equally impressive brass casings. A long rifle, bolt-action and bored to dispatch large grimm at larger distances, is his bread and butter, large and imposing and bad in tight spaces, powerful and accurate and deafening in the wide open. Adam likes to think that the bayonet lug makes it 'transformable' enough.
Semblance: Adam can see the future. Not far into the future, of course: the furthest forward he's ever seen was two seconds, but that was almost certainly a fluke. The distance in time changes slowly up and down from day to day, with the occasional odd spike or dip, averaging around .8 seconds. He cannot decide how far too look, and always sees at the maximum of his possible distance. It drains him to look forward more than might be expected, and only with significant training and ample concentration has he learned too both peer into the future and focus on tasks at hand. The future he sees change with his actions: if he sees himself cut a red wire and explode, his decision to cut a green wire may change matters. Since his semblance interprets his clearly expressed volitions, and can change, Adam theorizes it is simply supernatural predictive qualities, but he has always found that has less panache than "I can see the future".
Corruption: Adam's corruption makes him perceive the world at half speed. Seconds feel like two used to. He looks to himself like he is moving half as quickly as he should be. Of course, after a week of living as such, he has gotten more than used to it, and can barely remember what it is like to live at 'normal' speed. This change is both a blessing and a curse in equal measure. He grows bored incredibly quickly. He is constantly driven to fidget. He can be frustrating to talk to, and is prone to accidentally interjecting in-between breaks in sentences spoken. He cannot stand to watch films, as he can make out the individual frames one at a time. Music has lost some of its luster, when not played at double-time. Of course, this corruption has other, highly obvious, advantages in his chosen line of work, especially paired with his semblance. |
10,213 | 287 | 3 | 1,972 | 780 | RED Team - (Depth Strife)
Tank sat in the large room of the air ship waiting with his headphones on. He didn’t like confined spaces like this. He felt trapped and claustrophobic. To help him through it he had his hat over his face and his music on to easy his mind. In the beginning his leg quickly jittered because of the confine space, but now it twitched with the beat of the music. He periodically lifted his hat to make sure he wasn’t missing anything important. When he lifted his hat he saw some one walk in and sat up. He took off his head phones before the man started speaking.
Phoenix Valentine started to speak and talk about each team’s involvement in the mission and what each team’s objective was. Before this he had read he small memo he was given. It told everything he needed to know and he was pleased he was on the team that entered first. He wasn’t too good as stealth and liked to be part of the action. He wasn’t too keen on killing other humans, even if they were part animal, but if it came down to it he would have to kill for not only his safety, but his team’s safety. Once the speech was over it was time to start the mission. He got into position before the doors opened and he lept out. Phoenix Valentine was the first one to attack, leaving the team to their own skills.
“For a leader he sure is hot headed,” Tank said before the group of Fauna surrounded the team. He would have liked to not hurt them, but once they pointed their guns at him everything changed. Tank slowly reached behind him and raised his hands with his yoyos in his hands.
“Don’t have any weapons, just some yoyos,” Tank said before he smiled and said, “How about a trick.” Tank quickly flung his yoyos at to Faunas. The chain saw teeth moved to the outside of the yoyos and began to spin. One of the Fauna’s weapons was cut in half while the other wasn’t so lucky. The chainsaw’s teeth cut into his skin causing the Faunas to fall to the ground.
Tank quickly retracted his yoyos before he targeted another group of Fauna and yelled, “Howling Wolf Bite!” Tank flung his yoyos at the group. The chainsaw blades spinning and letting out a howl like a back of wolves. The yoyos started to zigzag towards the group still howling. Three more Fauna fell victim to his attack before he retracted his yoyos. Bullet began to fly as some grazed tanks arm and leg before a sliver aura surrounded Tanks body.
“Didn’t feel a thing,” Tank said as he turned towards the group that fired at him. He had some blood dripping from the cuts but he couldn’t feel any pain. Tank lunged at the group as they continued to fire. His aura acted like a suit of armor as it deflected the bullets, but he still got cuts on his body from the effect. However, his nerves and pain receptors were turned off so he couldn’t feel a thing. He flung his yoyos as the group and cut them down. Cut, tear, and rip! You want it all! You want to tear their skin from their bones. You know you want to! A Chester cat grin formed on Tanks face before his eyes went black like a wolves eyes. | Username:
(Our RPG username or the character's username?)
Character Name:
Yin Li
"Yin" as in Yin and Yang and "Li" meaning "black, dawn" in Chinese.
Age:
17
Gender/Sex:
Female Human
Appearance:
Her combat uniform looks very much like Saori Kido's famous white, immaculate dress and right arm brace from the Saint Seiya series.
Weapon:
Her weapon is Nightmare and is a sword first that can be phased into a double-ended sword staff and into two machine pistols linked by the staff's base as a flexible ribbon. The blades itself look like amethyst crystals.
Semblance:
Spectre is the name of her Semblance which is the power to create realistic illusion to the people in the field of vision/sight. If she uses this too much, the illusion will not only reflect back on her but it'll be difficult for her to see things for awhile and has to rely on her other senses.
Corruption:
Sombra is the name of her Corruption Semblance which is basically Shadow Mimicry. Since she is great with illusions, she can turn anyone's shadow against them for a one to two minutes for a stun. Her Sombra is much powerful when she has been depressed or storing feelings of sadness or moments of crisis even using her own shadow to put a forcefield around her and/or shove enemies off for a solid five minutes until she is drained and retreating behind an ally or being a blur on the battlefield until she regains enough, if not all, of her stamina. |
10,214 | 287 | 4 | 1,602 | 2,499 | Fugo Onyx
2 Years ago
Fugo stared down at his charred black hands, bleeding from the force of the explosion he had just accidentally created. In front of him lay the rubble of what was once a wall. His hands dripped with blood, his fingers were no longer normal, they were craned over and pointed outwards like some sort of animal's claw. His hands hurt like hell, but the combination of shock and horror forced him to persevere through it. This was the first real time he wished he'd never accepted Ozpin's offer.
Present Day
The Angelo
Fugo flipped a copper coin between his clawed fingers as his eyes scanned the area. He didn't know many of his 'team mates' all that well, but had seen them around a few times here or there. The team was a motley crew if anything. Fugo thought that they would have gotten older, more experienced people to join a task force like this, but alas, a group of teenagers were best suited for the job apparently. He rubbed his eye with the back of his hand, things were getting boring quickly. He stood up, gripping a bar on the wall of the Angelo for stability. Fugo began cracking his knuckles with his thumb, a bad habit at best, but not as disgusting as a few others. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the group leaders entering the room.
Their new leader, Nix seemed like a pretty alright fellow. He was only slightly older than, Fugo himself and didn't seem to be too strict, but not too lenient either. Soon enough, they were preparing to land and Fugo was preparing to enter the fray. He removed his weapon from his back, squeezing the trigger of his rail gun a few times in order to start it spinning. As powerful as the gun was, it took a hell of a lot of time to fire. Fugo also took two coins from his pocket and simply tapped each one with his thumb. A backup plan should anything go wrong.
Fugo followed Nix to the door of the aircraft, gripping onto another handle as he readied his gun.
"Alright kiddies, it's recess time! Don't show your damn face around me until you have at least three Fauna ears!" Commanded, Nix as the door fell open. Fugo searched the area with his eyes before spotting exactly what he had wanted to see. He pulled the trigger on his rail gun, the recoil shifting him back somewhat as the ray of concentrated electricity shot through the stomach, hand and leg of three consecutive Fauna.
Fugo grinned unsheathing his sword and began sprinting into the fray. He dodged under the swing of a Fauna's blade, before throwing his sword like a javelin into the skull of a cat Fauna. He leap frogged the corpse of the cat Fauna, tearing his sword out as he did and slashing the chest of a second Fauna as he landed. His eyes flared as he narrowly dodged a bullet before throwing one of his coins at the gunman. The gunman, confused as to why a coin had just been thrown at him, hesitated to take the next shot. An action that cost him his life. The gunman promptly blew up, shattering the ground beneath him and crushing one or two more Fauna. Fugo quickly retrieved another coin from his pocket while dodging and weaving past Fauna. He checked his watch, they would have to work faster if the other team were to make it to the Fauna leader before he escaped.
Soon enough, things got complicated. More fauna surrounded the group, demanding that they drop their weapons and surrender. In preparation, Fugo tossed his coins around him, hoping they hadn't caught on to how he'd blown up the gunman. He looked at, Nix, they couldn't surrender, not on their first mission that'd just be pathetic. But he wondered what Nix had in store for the group next.
"I've got the sides covered" He said, quietly and concisely. | Character Name:
Fugo Onyx
Age:
19
Gender/Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Fugo stands at 5 foot 7 and has a lightly muscular physique. He has dyed light green hair that is shaved on the sides but long on the top. His skin is a light mulatto and his eyes are a light brown. He has two scars travelling across his face, one directly over his eye and one off to the side of it. He can often be seen wearing comfortable clothes. His green hoodie is often seen as a staple in his wardrobe, along with jeans and comfortable sneakers. He often wears gloves to hide his hands.
Weapon:
Fugo carries a large sword that doubles as a rail gun. The sword itself does not act as the rail gun, rather the sheath itself.
Semblance:
Fugo is able to turn any metal object into a bomb that can be remotely detonated at a time of his choosing. He can only make two things a bomb at anyone time.
Corruption:
Fugo is able to produce explosions from his hands. He is only slightly immune to the explosions and as a result if he uses this the hand he uses will become very burned and basically useless until the day after he used it. Along with this, his hands are more akin to claws than they are hands. Along with this, they are charred black up until about the middle of his forearms. |
10,215 | 287 | 5 | 1,362 | 1,853 | Drake Umbra
Drake ran his fingers through his slick, green hair; pushing the normally straight and short strands up into a spiky fashion. He let the individual clumps of hair fall back into place, albeit less neatly than before, as he slowly moved his hand up from his scalp. In his spare hand, he absently twirled his hat around his finger. The room he had found himself in was filled with incredibly boring people. He tapped his foot impatiently, staring down his companions with a piercing, yellow gaze.
"For freaks of nature, you lot sure are dull." He spoke bluntly, smirking arrogantly while he rested his head back up against the wall. His black blazer was hung up on a little rack above him. He saw no reason to get such a nice piece of clothing dirty whilst on a mission. With a slight flick of his wrist, Drake threw his hat towards the rack, resting it on the same hook as his jacket.
"I mean come on. Show a little excitement! Be good little doggies and we might get treats, right?" Drake licked his lips with his unusually long, serpentine tongue at the idea of being allowed to spill some blood. It was about time some excitement happened, after all. He wanted to have a little more fun with the gang, but was silenced by the arrival of Phoenix Valentine. Upon seeing the familiar face, Drake shifted his gaze slightly to the superior; his mischievous smile ever present.
Their mission was simple and to the point. They needed to cause as much damage as possible. Drake almost felt a sense of pride that he had been chosen to turn these Faunus into mincemeat, and he was barely containing his excitement as the ship dropped them off. Even in front of his commander, Drake did little to restrain himself.
"Oh, I just can't wait!" Drake straightened his tie as he watched the swarms of little Faunus running around to prepare themselves for their attack. "Commander Valentine, you've made me feel just like a kid in a candy store!" Even despite guns being aimed at him, Drake's laid back posture remained in tact. A young fellow named Tank, who Drake was somewhat familiar, with began his assault shortly after the Commander jumped into a group of terrorists. Even despite the battle startling, Drake was biding his time. He wanted to savor the sweet scent of dust and blood before throwing himself into the thick of it. He even took a moment to give a round of applause to Tank, laughing hysterically at his team mates growing blood lust.
"Yes! Yes! Cut loose some more, mutt! Slice and dice to your hearts content!" As he spoke, a group of Faunus approached the young man with their weapons at the ready. They had fierce looks in their eyes; practically feral. Drake raised his eyebrow at the group, clicking his tongue in disdain.
"What an awfully disgusting creature you are. Perhaps I should put you sorry mutts down." The Faunus didn't take too kindly too Drake's tone; baring his ferocious fangs and claws as he charged the Hunter. He raised his claw to strike, but the courage in his eyes faded when Drake's false look of surprise turned into a sinister grin.
The Faunus' looked down at Drake's feet where a glowing Glyph appeared upon the ground. He didn't even have time to question when the hunter had readied the trap before a pair of the Ouroboros chains sprung from the ground at an alarming speed. On the end of each chain was an oddly shaped dagger that appeared as a serpents tail. The first dagger lodged itself in the Faunus' gut, while the other sank deep into his skull. With his hands still resting casually at his side, Drake swiftly lowered his body to avoid the still flying corpse that approached him. As he straightened himself on, he grabbed hold of the chains still lodged into the man he had just killed and yanked them forward. With a sudden change in direction, the corpse found itself sitting in front of Drake just as the other Faunus unleashed a barrage of gunfire onto Drake.
The body rattled with every shot it took for Drake, and the bloodier it got the more Drake began to laugh.
"What a riot!" Dislodging the body in front of him with a swift kick, Drake sent the unrecognisable corpse of the Faunus' ally flying into an unsuspecting woman with fox ears. Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed his two chains and leapt forward towards the remaining two. Before they could even reload their weapons, he was standing before them with the two deadly chains whipping forward in wide arcs. The chains coiled themselves around his two adversaries. Tugging his right arm back, he sent one of his victims flying towards him at an alarming rate. He let go of the chain and balled his right hand into a tight fist; creating a corrupted Ouroboros serpent around his limb. The serpent glowed green, created from his Aura and the leather bracer that rested upon his wrist, whilst it coiled around Drake's arm with a hiss.
With a sudden step forward, he unleashed a right hook towards his target that sent him flying away from Drake and back into his team mate. As soon as he crashed into him, Drake leapt up into the air above the two and summoned another pair of daggers during his descent onto his victims. Grabbing them firmly by their handles, he plunged both of the weapons into the skulls of his dazed and disoriented victims. The chains and daggers dispersed into dust, leaving Drake along on top of the two corpses.
"Boring. Not even worth the effort, really." Drake turned to face the last Faunus girl, who had a fierce look in her eyes. The intent to rip Drake to shreds overpowered her, and she assaulted him at full force. Her strength was quite impressive, and Drake found himself on the defensive; keeping her at a distance by using his Ouroboros chains as powerful whips. He swung and swung, striking her with the daggers on the ends of the whips repeatedly. They weren't deep wounds, but it was enough to keep her at bay. Drake giggled like a toddler, delight plastered across his face as well as the blood of his victims. He began to increase the speed and strength of his strikes, eventually overpowering the Faunus' guard and leaving her open for one final slash across the jugular. She was still for a moment, standing up as the life drained from her and onto the ground below. And then she fell. Drake panted with excitement, his skin burning. Small patches of scales covering him from head to toe, Drake's shirt clung to his lanky frame with sweat.
The Ouroboros chains dispersed into thin air. And he found himself staring back at the carnage the rest of his team was causing. Clutching the sides of his head, he slightly dug his nails into his scalp with a sinister, wheezing laugh.
"Oh yes! That's the good stuff! Let's shred these dogs to ribbons!" | Username: Zugzwang
Character Name: Adam Sable
Age: 18
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance: Adam is as far from his namesake as one can be. A bright blonde mop tops his head, fair skin pockmarked and blemished covering the cords of muscle that make up his tall frame. His jaw is angular, a feature he has always been proud of, his teeth the radiant white of fastidious dental attention. His nose is remarkably straight for the number of times it has been broken, and the patches of scar tissue that mark his torso have healed admirably. His form is wide and stocky, having grown out of his stretched, thin frame with puberty far behind him. His attire is always practical, a reflection of his natural paranoia manifesting as sturdy boots, a warm jacket and trousers faded with use and mistreatment. His smile is wide and ever-present, his laugh boisterous and room-filling. His voice is a crisp tenor, making up for deficiencies in beauty with ample clarity. He speaks quickly, he walks with determination and he stands straight. Despite this, he fidgets: twirling pens, tapping his fingers in complex rhythms, cleaning his weapons. He is the kind of man who looks you in your eyes when you speak, and smiles when you're finished.
Weapon: Efficiency is Adam's ideal, and the antique is his fetish. Transforming weapons are neither of these. They're cumbersome, expensive and often unnecessary. Adam is a lover of the firearm, and comes prepared. His revolver, his prized possession gleaming silver-grey is seldom away from his hip, six impressive chambers ready to be filled with equally impressive brass casings. A long rifle, bolt-action and bored to dispatch large grimm at larger distances, is his bread and butter, large and imposing and bad in tight spaces, powerful and accurate and deafening in the wide open. Adam likes to think that the bayonet lug makes it 'transformable' enough.
Adam never understood the idea of clinging to one weapon so characteristic in hunters. Certainly, there were advantages of tailoring a weapon to your own strengths and weaknesses, but Adam always found it absurd to, instead of diversifying, trying to pack more into the weapon than needed. Reflecting this philosophy, Adam frequently employs different weapons of war than his standard tools. He uses knives and spears. He has a fondness for grenades of all kinds: flash, smoke, fragmentation, high explosive and other esoteric varieties. Shotguns, grenade launchers, landmines, C4, and dust-enhanced explosives are always options. One can't put a price on adaptability.
Semblance: Adam can see the future. Not far into the future, of course: the furthest forward he's ever seen was two seconds, but that was almost certainly a fluke. The distance in time changes slowly up and down from day to day, with the occasional odd spike or dip, averaging around .8 seconds. He cannot decide how far too look, and always sees at the maximum of his possible distance. It drains him to look forward more than might be expected, and only with significant training and ample concentration has he learned too both peer into the future and focus on tasks at hand. The future he sees change with his actions: if he sees himself cut a red wire and explode, his decision to cut a green wire may change matters. Since his semblance interprets his clearly expressed volitions, and can change, Adam theorizes it is simply supernatural predictive qualities, but he has always found that has less panache than "I can see the future".
Corruption: Adam's corruption makes him perceive the world at half speed. Seconds feel like two used to. He looks to himself like he is moving half as quickly as he should be. Of course, after a week of living as such, he has gotten more than used to it, and can barely remember what it is like to live at 'normal' speed. This change is both a blessing and a curse in rough parity. He grows bored incredibly quickly. He is constantly driven to fidget. He can be frustrating to talk to, and is prone to accidentally interjecting in-between breaks in sentences spoken. He cannot stand to watch films, as he can make out the individual frames one at a time. Music has lost some of its luster, when not played at double-time. His attention span is functionally decreased. Of course, this corruption has other, highly obvious, advantages in his chosen line of work, especially when paired with his semblance. |
10,216 | 287 | 6 | 837 | 2,965 | Ryan tugged at his collar every two minutes as he fidgeted in his seat. He was so ready to (kill everyone around him) beat up the bad guys and save the day! The Faunus are the bad guys, so there's no need to feel bad about (tearing their arms off and beating them to death with them) knocking them out and sending them to jail. Ryan fidgeted a bit more and nodded in acknowledgement of Valentine's commands. They were dropped off and quickly surrounded.
Ryan began twitching as he was ordered to drop his weapons. He pulled out The Black Fire and aimed it at a nearby crate of Dust. "How about instead I eat your eyes as if they were delicious grapes!" Ryan shot the crate of Dust with an incendiary round and watched several Faunus get lit on fire. One of them managed to get a shot off but Ryan teleported onto a crate of Dust that was still intact. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his vision went red, he tasted copper, no, blood in his mouth.
Ryan listened to Drake and laughed along with him "Bathe me in the blood of the damned!" He had a manic smile as he shot at several meat bags and made them all bleed!!!! One of the Faunus got near him and he teleported behind it. Ryan pulled the trigger and heard an empty click. The Faunus turned around to see a dagger heading for his face. A moment passed and Ryan had the ear of a Fox in his pocket. He fired some explosive rounds at more Dust crates and laughed maniacally. "Now I just need a lucky rabbit ear!" | They Call Me Jet For A Reason
Username: Floodtalon
Character Name: Ryan Jet
Age: 19
Gender/Sex: Male
Weapon: The Black Fire:
Chen wields two Jet Black revolvers he likes to call The Black Fire. They act as knives in close combat, but they truely shine in mid to long range combat. In a long distance fight, they can combine to from a pseudo Sniper Rifle which fires armor piercing rounds. When in their Revolver form they fire incendiary rounds and explosive rounds if Chen feels like it.
Semblance: Speed of Darkness:
Chen overloads his muscles for short distances, giving him the appearance of teleportation. All that is left in his wake is a cloud of ash and a distinct smell of gasoline.
Corruption: Darkness Is Everywhere:
Chen has had the essence of an Albino Beowulf spliced into him, allowing actual teleportation when used. Chen's hair has grown longer and wilder, his skin became pale and complex red lines formed on his face, he becomes a complete monster in battle. Chen cannot control his primal instincts in battle, causing him to become a blood crazed maniac willing to attack anyone, including allies. As such, a shock collar is kept on him at all times to minimize risk of harm to any civilians or teammates. |
10,217 | 287 | 7 | 2,788 | 1,594 | All the business of war, and indeed all the business of life, is to endeavor to find out what you don’t know by what you do; that’s what I called “guessing what was at the other side of the hill”
-Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington
One, two, three, four, five, six. Close cylinder. Holster. Draw. Open Cylinder. Eject rounds. Catch rounds. Repeat faster. One, two, three, four, five, six…
Thus, Adam Sable kept himself busy on the flight. Headphones were in place, the tinny speakers doing little to benefit the fast-tempo music. He didn’t speak before a fight. Quiet contemplation of his role, of its intricacies and expectations was better for his performance. He listened to the briefing in silence, juggling a pair of flash grenades as he absorbed the information, and then repeated it to himself under his breath. After the briefing, if only to stop his fidgeting, he checked his gear. Chest rig in good order: grenades accounted for, two smoke, two flash, two frag, road flare stowed, knives and multitool secure. Hip holsters working properly, revolvers stowed. Rifle leaning, shining clean, against a bulkhead, its ammunition in his small satchel. Plate carrier donned.
Adam’s mind occasionally drifted from his objectives. Why were they being inserted from the air? Why were they landing, not dropping from the ship to the roof and environs? Why didn’t they have any sort of fire support? Why were they being chosen for this mission? What significance did this cell of ‘terrorists’ truly have?
With a will, he pushed the questions back. He would have time in the after-action report to wonder about such things. On assignment, those who let questions get in the way of orders were courting disaster, and Adam was not one to take such risks. The enlistee was not paid to guess at the far sides of hills.
They landed, and he learned the objective was on the top floor. He forcibly kept questions about parachutes out his mind. It was not difficult: they were overpowered along with his resolve by curiosity about the absurd-seeming mode of speech his commanding officer used. A grin formed: a memory of a comic book the man reminded him of. The grin turned to a frown as he realized just how foul a portent such a similarity could be.
Not having been informed that he was “Next Poster”, he waited for a member of their group to proceed. He trusted whichever teammate had been selected to lead the way would be a better choice than him, anyways. Absentmindedly, he fanned out slightly, pre-empting the request for skirmish line. He also began making note of cover options: the sounds of violence not far off finished his descent into fight mentality, and his drilled instincts took over. He thumbed the safety on his rifle and double-checked the chamber and magazine, keeping the weapon shouldered and ready despite its uncomfortable length. He memorized the order of rounds: red, green, blue, red, grey. Green in the chamber.
Quickly, he ran out of distractions. More quickly, he grew bored. | Character Name: Djura Sinclair
Age: 19
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance:
Djura stands roughly Five foot Ten inches tall with a somewhat lithe build that can be misleading to his strength. His use of dust caused his eyes to change from their normal color to a faintly glowing yellow. He is always wearing his mask and a faint yellow mist sometimes emits from it, evidence of the dust it filters into him.
Weapon: Faust - Djura relies more on himself for combat capability. This simple cross between knuckles and a revolver is all he needs.
Semblance: Overclock - Djura doesn't directly use his semblance to attack, rather he takes advantage of his reinforced physiology to pump large amounts of dust through his system to enhance and augment his physical capabilities. He can increase the dose for an extra boost. Overuse of his own abilities has led to Djura's body becoming dependent on dust. His mask constantly filters it into his system. Without it he would suffer from fatigue, weakness, difficulty breathing, and in extreme cases he may lose consciousness or possibly die. it has also led to changes in his appearance and behavior.
Corruption: Djura's Corruption stems from infused Grimm DNA. This DNA combined with an increased overclock partially transforms him into a Grimm. While in this form Djura exhibits traits similar to theirs, becoming extremely aggressive and drawn to negative feelings, though he still shows high intelligence consistent with elder Grimm and he retains the ability to use his dust. This transformation has also resulted in the partial destruction of his soul only for it to be repaired by the Grimm DNA, forming some sort of hybrid. It is part of the reason he is able to withstand so much dust at once, as well as his inability to survive through normal means. His transformed state usually resembles an aged Beowolf. |
10,218 | 287 | 8 | 338 | 480 | Djura must have been "Next Poster", then. Adam followed close behind, fanning to the right and scraping his environs with his eyes, working hard to not activate his semblance out of paranoia. Djura entered the building first, and before Adam could enter, a shriek rang out, followed quickly by the ringing cracks of gunfire. Adam bolted through the door, triggering his semblance a moment before. His mind's eye showed him the three faunus that he would see in just under a second, arrayed on the upper floor of the lobby. He slipped back into reality and began aiming his rifle at where he knew the leftmost faunus would be. Taking cover behind a stone pillar, firing wildly at the desk behind which Djura crouched.
As he finally entered the lobby, Adam was nearly diving forward, halfway into throwing himself behind the desk he had seen, and as he squinted down the crude sights of his rifle, he found his pre-determined aim true. Thanking Fate for earplugs in such a confined space, he squeezed the trigger just as the faunus glanced at the new figure in the lobby, and the room was utterly filled with a cacophonous BANG.
Silently asking for Djura's forgiveness at his very-possibly popped eardrums, he only watched the pillar for long enough to confirm the telltale explosion of stone and paint, followed by the splash of blood and the mad gust of dust-caused wind. Fully into his dive now, Adam dropped his rifle and drew his revolver. He rolled into cover is a manner at least approaching gracefulness, thanking his aura from protecting his head-first landing, and finishing the roll, he shifted his aim to where he 'saw' the rightmost faunus, standing in the open brazenly firing his weapon with newly-increased fear. The much less ear-splitting revolver barked once, then twice, the faunus stumbling back, its head and chest broken beyond repair. Adam caught his breath, knowing that the third faunus would not stand up. Characteristically for amateurs, the faunus was taking cover, waiting for more experienced reinforcements. Unfortunately for Adam, and the proof of the final faunus' inexperience, he had mistaken cover for concealment, and had chosen a thin, decorative, wooden railing. Peeking in the future as he took aim, he saw a miss. Shifting his aim down slightly, he squeezed the revolver's trigger a third time, sending a cone of metal deep into the faunus' brain.
Revulsion hit Adam quickly, only his instincts pulling him to cover and drawing his rifle back into his hands. The first deaths always made him seize up. He desperately wished he were fighting Grimm.
Deftly reloading his revolver, Adam waited for the rest of the team to catch up, considering the situation under control. For the moment, at least. Adam had learned to not look farther forward than that. | Username:
Bornlucky
Character Name:
Itzel (Zel) Dunstan
Age:
21
Gender/Sex:
Male
Appearance: Itzel is a tall man with decent muscle definition. He has dark brown hair that's always messy that rest over his forehead and nearly covers his dark eyes. He has tough tanned skin with the odd scar here and there from grimm and others from when he got exparamented on. He often wears dress shirts, slacks and dress shoes im a caaual manner. He never changes from this casual getup even in combat, but they always seem to stay clean even if their not meant to worn while hunting or fighting.
Weapon:
Shadow Digger A weapon that meant more to help with his Semblance then to be used as a primary weapon. Shadow Digger, is a Lance with a drill for a blade, it's can easily peirce though Armor and shields if given the chance but most often or not Itzel uses it to digs holes in the ground for him to create more shadows for him to use.
Semblance:
Darkness manipulation- Itzel is able to manipulate shadows and darkness by making them into a physical substance like sharp tendrils or defensive barriers or by clouding an entire area in utter blackness to slip away from combat. Itzel's main weakness ironically is darkrooms or dark caves, this is due to the fact he needs to be able to see his enemies if he wishes to attack them with his shadows, otherwise he's blind and his dangerous shadows could hurt his allies or himself since an entire room darkness would turn into a weapon rather Itzel in it or not.
Corruption: Itzel's Corruption is one that changes the mind greatly as it causes mental polarity with everything he does and think. When he's thinking of being motivated and driven, he could also decide to become lazy and apathetic to the point of giving up on life. To be Cautious or Reckless? To be modest or Arrogant? Merciful or Cruel? His mind doesn't think of compromises anymore he will only think of extremes to choose from. His feelings are also like this as either he will react fully ot not at all. The only physical effect the experiment had on Itzel is giving him glowing red eyes when he uses his Semblance in low light which gives him highten night vision |
10,219 | 287 | 9 | 2,422 | 1,600 | Blue Team
It kinda pissed Nova off how Vincent was blatantly staring at her chest but didn't move to do anything since it would probably end in her slapping him or worst. This mission seemed pretty boring to her since her team couldn't go in guns blazing like red team though she guessed this job suited her more. Nova spent the time they had before being dropped off checking over Broken Mask and Jester, she sat with Mask in her lap and began shining it with a cloth that she had pulled out of her blazer jacket. When the ship got to their drop off zone Nova held the large Blade/sheath aloft before standing up and disembarking the ship into a scene that she would describe as calm compared to what was probably going on in red team's area even though Djura had been pinned down... key word being HAD since Adam came in and demolished the opposition in a minute.
She walked though the room and nodded to the two boys before having Mask eject Jester which she immediately grabbed with her semblance and walked up to a door. When she reached the door Nova gave a small huff before putting the palm of her hand against it, Nova felt a heartbeat directly against the the door so she began to line up Jester with the point at where the beat was the strongest. The movement was quick and silent as the sword went through the door, stabbed the Faunus on the other side, and pulled back out covered in blood, "Silent and precise, perfect" she thought to herself before pushing open the door and walking into a room with three other Faunus who were already aiming their guns at her. "Another perfect situation" Nova thought as she took a few steps into the room and closed the door behind herself.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" yelled a feline Faunus who seemed to be wielding a shotgun while the others had a sword and an axe, Nova tilted her head for a second then nodded and did as she was but instead of letting Mask hit the ground she kicked it sending it flying towards the Faunus holding the gun. The large weapon spun towards the Faunus like a frisbee and lodged itself in the shotgun Faunus's stomach, he dropped like a stone at the weight of the weapon ((and the fact that he was stabbed)). Nova flexed her left hand and Jester flew into it before she ran at the Faunus with the axe where she sliced through his neck; Nova turned and looked at the sword wielding with a almost pitiful smile but then dropped it when she glanced over at Mask which in turn drew the Faunus's attention. Mask had extracted itself from the stomach of the first Faunus and had leveled itself with the.... Deer girl's neck; The girl froze and stared back at Nova with what Nova assumed was fear and she loved that look. There was a flash of light and then a spurt of red before she was left sitting in the middle of the floor with the door open and four dead bodies though she had began writing the alphabet on the wall with the blood using the tip of her blade as a pen obviously bored. | Name:
Nova Ral Oryx
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Nova is just about 5'6" and 138 lbs with a slim build and a lightly toned body that is usually hidden underneath a blazer. Her hair is almost always in her short cut hairstyle with twin ponytails that keeps it from blocking her view of the world around her. The area around her neck is actually made from a beowolf pelt that she had killed early in her career.
Weapon:
Broken Mask and Jester- This duo of weapons which was created by Nova includes a sword ((Jester)) and its case/scabbard ((Broken mask)) that doubles as a second weapon and dust infuser. The case, when opened, ejects the sword out and into the air where Nova can catch it after a vial or raw crystal of dust is infused into the blade which increases the power or is used on the case itself. The way Nova uses her weapon depends on if she needs to attack with Jester, defend with Mask, or do both. If Nova needs to change the dust used on her blade she needs to put Jester back inside Broken mask which means she loses a form of fast attack until it is ready. Broken Mask is actually very heavy which also makes it an optimum counter balance as well as a destructive instrument when thrown.
Semblance:
Spider's Marionette- Nova's semblance gives her the ability to create and manipulate a nearly invisible thread of aura between her and up to 5 objects that she has touched but there can be a multitude of treads. This thread can extend for over 10-15 meters and induces the illusion of telekinesis since the thread is barely visible. The thread of course doesn't last forever and if Nova wills it the strings ignite and explode into balls of light to blind and disorient her enemies.
Corruption:
Nova's corruption has physically morphed her into an overall silent person since it literally melted her vocal chords and destroyed her voice box, stopped her from uttering anything other than a growl or a guttural noise, so she prefers to write on a notebook that she carries around everywhere. The corruption also increased Nova's semblance whenever she is in contact with dust for too long or inhales it directly, her threads absorb attributes from the dust and become stronger and more visible. The explosive properties are also augmented by the dust and will vary in different circumstances. Every time she is exposed to a substantial amount dust for a prolonged period of time ((5-10 mins)) there is always a residual effect as shown by the color of her eyes which corresponds to the color of the dust that she was exposed to. The corruption has also made her body much more sensitive to vibrations in surfaces and, if she uses her semblance in the air as well |
10,220 | 287 | 10 | 2,652 | 220 | Seated at the back most end of the hold, Zena Mavrofos' ears lost each of Valentine's words to the droning roar of The Angelo's massive engines.
Every inch of the girl's body, for one reason or another, was noticeably tense. Her red-brown hair had, of course, been woven into as tight of a bun as the youngster could manage, a habit of hers ever since her first day of training back at the Academy. Yet today, that weave seemed to pull the rest of her along with it. Her skin, usually quite the comfortable fit, felt stretched, like a too-small shirt compressing against the muscle beneath it. Those very muscles in turn felt cramped and constrained under the stretch of skin. Still, the extremities of her hands feet retained a sense of restlessness. Fidgeting at the ankles she tapped her feet in uneven rhythm upon the metal floor. With her hands, she performed a contraction-relaxation motion; where her right hand remained empty, her left hand bore a yellow, smiling-face stress ball.
To her lack of fortune these minor exertions of motion did little to quell the tempest brought about by the day’s reality: there was a fight rearing into the picture. In spite of the fact that she could only scarcely hear her assigned leader’s speech, the young girl’s eyes stole legitimate glance toward him, splitting their attention between him and the hold’s ramp, which would, in mere moments, open out into a maelstrom of furry fury. Her mind was only half on the mission as it was; the other half devoted solely to the pursuit of fighting, and letting off the tension that had been welling the entire ride. Can we just land already? Even as the carrier reached into the infancy of its descent, Zena had risen to her feet. Though she fell from turbulence nearly a dozen times, she continued to rise back to her feet. As the hold opened out into its opening, she pushed her way through her squad to a more ‘forward’ position.
Almost immediately, she was in the thick of action, surrounded, with her team, by gathering of Faunus that had come to engage them. A lone voice from the surrounding ring bellowed the order for Depth Strife to disarm…
The order became the Faunus’ first mistake of the day. No sooner had the command left his lips did the strike force retort with its most uncivil disobedience. Not one to be left behind amid the fray, Zena bull rush the ranks of Faunus directly in front of her, whipping out Tesla Arc in the process. Metals clashed and clanged as her blade parried a strike from a canine adversary’s gauntlet. Tugging her hilt with one hand while grabbing hold of a somewhat thinner strand beneath, she removed her pistol, already loaded with a standard round, placing a debilitating shot into the dog Fauna’s chest.
Whipping the blade away from the gauntlet she flourished it out to her left. The blade-turned-chain grabbed hold around a charging feline. With a heaving tug, she pulled the feline in, just out of the range of its weapon. A second shot from Tesla Arc’s pistol pierced the adversary’s face, leaving its right eye socket a bloody gash.
Releasing the collapsing cat, Zena spun a ninety on her toes. Just as she came about, her bicep met a grazing blow from a rifle shot, ripping at the edge of her skin. Her glare threw forward, bearing teeth in a angered grin at the sapient, rifle-wielding Faunus that had dared to shoot her. “Bad choice!” she yelled. In a fluid motion she reattached the pistol into the blade’s hilt. “My turn.” Blade-whip in the left hand, her right hand cackled, a spark of electricity gathering at the tips of her index and middle fingers, pointing toward her third victim. “BANG!” The bolt flew like lightning; even the quick, animalistic instinct of the Faunus couldn’t keep up with the force of nature. Not a second later, the monkey was left a zapped, charred heap upon the ground he had stood.
“S’what you get,” Zena spat. | Name: Zena Mavrofos
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Residing at a sufficiently upward end of the female height spectrum, Zena measures at around five feet eight inches tall. At this height, she carries a weight of approximately one hundred thirty pounds.Her figure is more of lean one, with a certain thinness, legitimately lithe, but surprisingly toned for her age. She’s a young woman whose body bears an exaggerated sense of height and length with a slight overreach in her arms and a more extreme one in her legs. Her figure is one of subtlety, still, with only so much as a modest curvature at the bust, and slightly more prominence around the hips.
Weapon: Tesla Arc - Originally designed by Zena’s father, and ultimately completed by Zena, Tesla Arc encompasses a three-in-one tech weapon. It takes on the basic appearance of slightly fancified broadsword, the blade of which measures up to three feet, and the grip in at an additional eight inches. By the light glow surrounding the blade, it is evident that the blade relates and reacts to fluctuations in Zena’s aura. It is through her electrostatic Semblance that the blade retains its form as a simple sword. Altering this property, the blade splits out into an electrically bound, razor sharp whip, offering the secondary function of the weapon. The hilt of the blade can be removed, revealing a slimmer handle beneath. Shifting back the handguard, unveils the barrel of a small pistol, which loads with small, dust-infused bullets, offering tertiary function as a ranger weapon.
Semblance: Charge - Zena’s Semblance involves the generation and manipulation of forms of electric charge and currents stemming from her own being. The act of utilizing her Semblance turns her into a living, breathing conduit for the channeling and diverting of potentially immense electrical discharges, releasing the power in the form of streaking bolts originating from some point on her person. She is not, however, limited in the mere projection of lightning-like projectiles; she is able to utilize her abilities as a reinforcement of melee combat, turning her body and weaponry into powered up tasers. At a more taxing expense to her person, she is able to amplify the electrical currents that flow within her body, stimulating her muscles and vital organs. The act of using a stimulation technique leaves Zena fatigued and almost completely immobile for a short period, and is thus used only as a trump card.
Corruption: The meddling of Ozpin’s experimentation has boosted Zena’s electrical flux a bit beyond her normal state. With dust and Grimm essences infused with her, and the limits of her power having been pushed, she has become, effectively, “overloaded” on a psychological level. The increased stimuli, while allowing more advanced feats, has rendered the young girl exceedingly energized, tremendously tenacious, and ascendingly aggressive as a result. Zena has an overwhelmingly difficult task in managing the extremes of her emotions, and is thus, a bit of a loose cannon, especially in combat. Sensual sensations, while superb in her current state, are inefficiently processes by her brain at its current developmental stage. As such, Zena tends to lean towards excessive levels of anger and sadness, embodying morbid and violent behavior. |
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It was a miracle that the ground wasn't covered in at least a foot of snow by now in the quiet town of Alta Vista. Instead, a slight fog paired with a sprinkling of rain came down on the frozen ground, leaving everything around a very dull and dead grey color. For all students, it was the beginning of winter vacation, a week off for the holidays to be spent with friends and family. For these six friends the day had started even earlier. Around 7:00 am they all decided, (somewhat reluctantly) to all wake up on the first day of the break and spend all day with one another. Having breakfast at the diner, they ate happily and started their day off on a bright and cheerful note.
Gaining a bit more energy and after the rain halted, the group decided to go exploring in the forest that surrounded the outskirts of the town. Upon reaching a small clearing appeared a faded yellow home. The windows boarded up, or if not boarded, broken. The siding decrepit and crumbling. The friends looked at one another, varying faces of excitement, curiosity, and worry spread across their face. They had never seen this place before, and they had sworn they had tracked over every inch of that town- twice.
Georgina adjusted the white beanie on her head as she looked to her friends, "You guys wanna take a look?" she asked innocently, as she hopped up the very weak and wobbly steps, almost going right through when she stepped on the termite infested wood. Wiggling the door handle, she pouted. She half expected it to open for her, but of course it was bolted lock. | Georgina Anne Berglund
Name
Georgina Anne Berglund. Goes by Gina.
Birthday
February 12th.
Age
16.
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Heterosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic lobe ear piercing on each ear.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Fall weather
• Long road trips
• Bonfires
• Late night phone calls
Dislikes
• Working hard
• Being rushed into things
• Being too neat
• Nosy people
Hobbies
• Knitting
• Horseback Riding
• Painting
Habits
• Chewing gum LOUDLY
• Dragging her feet
• Not returning texts
Fears
• Spiders
• Railroad tracks
• Getting stuck in Iowa her whole life
Personality
• Silly • Procrastinator • Loyal • Unorganized •
Biography
Georgina was named after her grandmother that she never met. A great start to a life worth of not doing too much in a town that never saw too much action. Thankfully she was born into the age of technology and has the internet and the handful of electronics she owns to keep her busy. When not going to school she tends to get into mischief with her group around town, rather it be going out into the woods or eating burgers and drinking malts at the diner in town.
Gina is closest to her father in the respect of her parents, she admires him for being the head of the family, and always keeping his cool when mom tends to freak out and overreact. She envies her older sister, and tries to avoid babysitting duty at all costs. Not too much family drama can be heard from the Berglund family as far as other residents of Alta Vista are concerned.
Family Members
• Father: Stephen Berglund: 39. Car Repairman.
• Mother: Anne Berglund: 37. Housewife.
• Older Sister: Christine Berglund: 18. Iowa State student.
• Younger Brother: Jacob Berglund: 5 months.
Your Mahlimae
Five
Relationships Between Friends
Erika Anne Dominique
"Our middle names may be the same but we are WAY different!"
• It's crazy how these two ever became friends, with what complete ends of the spectrum they fall on. However, Gina can never show too much appreciation for Erika for keeping her on a steady path. The two may often step on one another's toes but they know deep down that when things get hard that they can rely on one another. They get along best when both are quiet and focused in on painting.
Yuki Fuyuko
"Gentle and sweet, I worry about her sometimes."
• Just like Erika, Yuki is very opposite of the loud and boisterous Gina. Due to Yuki's seizures, Gina often gets worried about Yuki getting hurt while they are all hanging out, especially when they travel far out into the woods. She loves when Yuki's family invites her over for dinner, as they usually have something fun and exciting to try rather than the plain old food Gina's mom tends to make. Yuck!
Titus Omar Calloway
"He's just the little bit of excitement I need"
• In the words of Gina's mother, "that boy is TROUBLE". Despite the warnings, Gina has made quite a friendship with the older boy. The two tend to be the loud and obnoxious ones of the group, but they mean well. She doesn't really like when he smokes, and lets him know about it. Gina has gotten in trouble many a time being caught talking on the phone with him way late into the night.
Vivian Anastasia Locke:
"She's so admirable. I wish I can be more like her."
• These two met when they were about five years old, when their father's agreed it'd be a good idea for them to learn the ropes of horseback riding. Vivian succeeded in the sport while Regina spent most of the time on the ground, crying. Despite the difference in skill the two bonded over the activity and eventually became friends bonding over other shared activities. Out of the girls, these two are most similar, though Regina will admit that Viv is way more intelligent and has a better time connecting with everyone.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli:
"Families aren't always who you are blood related to"
• Kenneth and Georgina. Their parents were friends when they were in high school together in Alta Vista. That friendship in return pinned these two together since they were toddlers. Anytime Kenneth calls her George, she responds with the nickname 'Kendra'. This has been a running joke between the two for awhile, no matter how painfully cheesy it is, and no matter how many groans they here from their friends. |
10,222 | 288 | 1 | 1,244 | 9,387 | It was about 6:45 in the home Titus Calloway. Sleeping hard and slobbering from the tiring effects of going to bed around 3 in the morning, despite his grandmother's protesting of him staying up so late. By the time he was suppose to get up, he stay unresponsive to the alarm before being woken up with water being sprayed on his face by a spray bottle Miss Gardner uses if her grandson stubbornly stayed sleep, sleeping through the alarm.
Waking up cursing, Titus, reluctantly got up and went to get ready to meet with the friends at the diner. Sporting his red and black hoodie and meeting with his friends, Titus greeted them with handshakes and hugs. The tired and a little annoyed look on Toc's face started to change during and after breakfast..plus, sitting next to Georgina and Viv, bringing a smirk on his face.
Then came the exploring, Being their usual selves, Gina was pretty much in the front like always with Titus being close by, looking, searching for something new and interesting to occupy their time. They didn't have to search too long upon finding a beat up abandoned house they've never seen before. Looking at the house and his friends, he placed his hands in his pockets "Damn...and I thought we've seen everything this town had to offer. How the hell did we miss a house like this?" he asked, watching Gina walk up first, with no surprise.
Titus looked at Gina "Now you damn well knew you're going to check it out even if we said no but...I'm not letting you go in alone...you're not showing me up....I'm in!" he said with a half smile and turning "If you guys wanna wait back here....we'll be back in a few." turning back to Gina's direction as she tried to open the door but was locked "Gina watch out, I'll kick the door in." | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Titus Omar Calloway
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Name
Titus Omar Calloway, he likes to go by Toc, his abbreviated name.
Birthday
July 27th
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Single but would like an open relationship
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
lip piercing, eyebrow piercing, ear piercings, tattoos on both biceps and right forearm.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Video games
• Girls
• Hanging with friends
Dislikes
• Working
• Silence
• Alta Vista
• Ignorant assholes
Hobbies
• Jogging
• Reading comics
• Practicing break dance moves
• tossing the football around
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Smoking Weed
• Chuckling when someone's mad at him
• Staying up in the wee hours of the morning and getting only 3 hours of sleep at a time
Fears
• Rats
• Drowning
• Seeing loved ones die
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Personality
• Dependable • unfiltered language • loving • Arrogant •
Biography
Titus grew up to parents of Caucasian and African-American descent. Throughout his youth, he was a little confused about himself, not knowing what to identify himself as but have been picked on by other children because of it. At the age of ten, his parents were killed in an automobile accident which left him to live with his Maternal Grandmother (Caucasian).
After his parents died, Titus had to think of ways of comfort which pretty much got him involved in sports, mostly Football, Basketball, and learned a little MMA. His smoking habits started and his love for tattoos and piercing left him with a few. Usually, Titus have to keep himself busy but it was hard to do in such a small town like Alta Vista which he hates living in because there was hardly anything there.
There have been situations where he dealt with racism but realized, fighting would not cure ignorant racist assholes of their stupidity and learned to shrug off problematic situation. With a loving grandmother and good friends, Titus had all the family he needed but at times....he'd have bad dreams of losing them like he did his parents and that scares him the most. Titus wishes to leave Alta Vista someday and go travel the world.
Family Members
Father: Luscious Calloway (African-American)
Mother: Nicole Calloway (Caucasian)
Maternal Grandmother: Eloise Gardner
Your Mahlimae
Four
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Relationships Between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Potential future boo"
• If there's someone that could brighten up his day, Gina takes the cake. Since the moment they've met, there were always sparks between them. His grandma finds her "Very beautiful and nice", mostly because she hopes Gina will turn Titus around of his habits since he listens to her more often. If there was anyone Titus could talk to and be silly with, it would be her.
• Yuki Fuyuko
• "She's a sweet heart and considered as my baby sister."
• Titus views Yuki as his baby sister and is quite protective of her. He understands she don't like him smoking but he's more worried about her seizures than his own habits. She is like an innocent cute kitten in his eyes, so, with that, he tries to keep away from her when getting ready to smoke or tries to watch his mouth so to not corrupt her to get on her parents bad side.
• Erika Anne Dominique
• "Ok, I need to have her smoke out with me once so she can chill the fuck out."
• Titus have never really been close with Erika. Because of her personality, he considers her "sadity" making it seems like she's too good or too perfect around him. What upsets him more is the way she looks at him when they meet like she's disgusted with his appearance. He doesn't hate her though...he just wish she'd loosen up a little and except him the way he is. but... if she ever needed him for anything, he'd be there for her regardless of personal feelings since they are considered friends.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'd rather have her on my side than against me"
• Since when Toc and Viv were younger, they had a bi-polar relationship. one moment they'd have a competitive rivalry and argue with one another but at other times, they'd chill and party like best friends and Toc would be seen asking Viv for her help with his homework. Titus loves her like his other friends and their relationship have become better but Titus is careful not to have her father come after him because of his weed but he told Viv he'll keep his mouth shut about her wild moments.
• Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "My Road-dog and Bro fo' sho' "
• Since Kenny is the only other boy in the group besides Toc himself, Toc has quite a bond with Kenny. Being his rival and best tag partner in sports and video games, these two are usually hanging around each other more often when the girls are off doing girl stuff. Toc's grandmother looks at Kenny as her other grandson. If you were to ask about how close the two are, they'd both have many stories to tell about what they've went through together. |
10,223 | 288 | 2 | 1,989 | 33 | Shoot, woke up five minutes late. Erika whispered to herself, turning off her alarm that read 6:16 AM. Erika decided to take a shower even though it was freezing. She grabbed her favorite cerulean towel and headed to the shower and turned on her phone to play music while she was bathing. After a while, she dried her hair and wore a blue hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans with her favorite pair of boots. Before she headed out, she went to her aunt and uncle's room to say goodbye. "Mom, Dad, I'm leaving." She said with a kiss on their foreheads.
She came to the diner first, as usual. Then came Georgina and Toc and the rest of the gang. Erika didn't like physical interaction that much sue to her OCD so she smiled at them instead of giving them hugs. They had their breakfast and chatted while eating, Erika beside Yuri. After a quick meal, the group decided to wander through the town's forest since it was the first day of their winter break.
George was in front, followed by Toc. Yuri and Erika were beside each other while Viv and Kenneth were at the back. They came to the forest just to check what it would look like but they ended up finding something different. It was an abandoned house, a house they've never seen before. It shocked everyone. They took strolls in the forest once in a while yet they've never seen it before. This was more of a surprise to Erika because she was raised in Alta Vista her whole life. She never saw this house.
"I don't know guys... that house isn't the most welcoming... I'd rather stay here outside." Erika replied. "Y'know, so I can check from here." The temperature was dropping, she didn't know if it was her anxiety or if it really was the temperature. One thing was for sure though, she did not want to enter that house. | Erika Anne Dominique
Name
Erika Anne Dominique. Called Eri by her close friends.
Birthday
August 26th.
Age
17.
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Demisexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic piercings on ear lobes. Usually wears a pair of diamond earrings.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
•Fiction books
•Cats
•Her laptop (and the internet)
•Her friends
Dislikes
•Dirt/Anything dirty
•Insects
•Being alone/left out
•Loud people
Hobbies
•Reading books
•Writing poems
•Taking pictures
•Painting
•taking daily strolls
Habits
•Cleaning
•Reading until falling asleep
•Combing her hair from time to time
Fears
•Being alone
•Insects and other creepy crawlies
•Doing anything in public
Personality
• Approachable • Tends to overthink • Clean • Crybaby •
Biography
Erika is a normal human. She likes doing arts and enjoys literature. She's been raised by her aunt and uncle her whole life and was treated as an only child. Erika is a straight A student in her school and surrounds herself with people who were like her; people who enjoyed taking pictures and reading books. She also spends most of her nights on tumblr.
Erika grew up with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). She wants everything neat and organized. One thing that's out of place will make her frustrated. Because of her OCD, she is described to be a perfectionist, which is slightly true, though she only wants everything neat and arranged. Whenever she can't do anything about something she wants to fix, she becomes frustrated and lets loose by crying.
Erika was an unwanted baby. Her mother never wanted to have a child but had one by accident. Because of this, her mother sent her to her Aunt Mary and Uncle Stew. She treated them as her parents and they treated her like their daughter. Erika never found out who her father was and she barely remembers her mother. Her aunt does not talk about her mom either and says it's for her sake.
Famile Members
Aunt: Mary Dominique Oak
Uncle: Stew Lowell Oak
Your Mahlimae
Three
Relationships between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Opposites do attract. We're a living proof."
• North pole and south pole in human form. They're close with each other but they sometimes get irritated with each other as well due to them being almost polar opposites. Though Erika isn't the most showy person when showing affection, it is very evident that she cares about Georgina, even if she doesn't arrange her school works alphabetically.
• Yuki Fuyuko
• "Probably the only person I can be with twenty four-seven."
• Erika treats Yuki like the sister she never had. She shares a lot of hobbies with Yuki and they bond mostly around books. Out of the group, Erika is the closest with Yuki as they seem to understand each other more than anyone else.
• Titus Omar Calloway
• "I don't hate him... I just don't like some things about him. Okay, I hate his tattoos."
• Erika isn't the biggest Toc fan. She doesn't like how he smokes weed and how he wishes to leave the town she grew up in. Toc's physical appearance isn't Erika's favorite part about him either. She believes that tattoos are permanent litters on one's skin. Anyone who has tattoos, she has bad impressions of. In the group, the two have the least interaction. Despite that, Erika and Toc can be labeled as friends.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'm glad she's part of the group. Like really glad."
• Vivian and Erika were friends since middle school. They were never each other's best friend but continued to be friends until they were in high school. Erika was a bit weirded out when she found out Viv was bi but got used to it cause they were in the same squad after all.
• Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "Kenneth's fine... it's just a bit awkward between us. He's a good guy though."
• Erika and Kenneth were a thing for a short while. It didn't quite work out for them because Eri wasn't ready and Kenneth rushed into things. Eri never talked to Kenneth about why they broke up. They remain friends, though there's a little bit of awkwardness still. |
10,224 | 288 | 3 | 968 | 6,714 | Vivian Anastasia Locke
The truth: Vivian had avoided her father all of last night. They had a fight, just like all parents and children do, though when the two argued, it was few and far between. Months of frustration had been building up inside of them both as her grandfather naturally sat in his recliner and watched, his head going back and forth between the two as if watching a tennis match as the words flew around the room. Hurtful things had been said until Viv finally walked out of the house without a word. Running to the stables, she would only stop when her heart felt as if it was now beating in her throat. The next few hours came by in a flash as she brought the black mare that she cherished so much out of her stable and took her for a few practice laps. Then back to the house she went, walking in with a tiny apologetic smile to her grandfather and upstairs. She fell asleep without meaning to.
Waking up at 7am, Vivian would take a shower, towel dry and brush her hair, dress in her usual leather jacket, black combat boots, skinny jeans and grey t-shirt, Vivian would tell her father where she was going while eating a bowl of cereal. The two had a friendly conversation and then she walked to the diner. Giving hugs and smiles all around, the girl ordered a cup of coffee to go.
Walking beside Kenneth was awkward, really, the two of them not actually speaking. The girl would keep her eyes on her cup of coffee, shifting to her feet every so often as she kept her head down. Coming upon the house, she would inspect it momentarily. The pealing paint, termite eaten steps, broken and boarded windows... Viv was instantly curious. Gina was in for an exploration, and so was Toc. She had a feeling Yuki would do what Erika decided and Ken... she had no idea.
"Erika," she sang playfully, her voice emphasizing every syllable, "You know you want to." She gave the girl a goofy wink. "Oh come on, Toc," she proceeded to tease the boy, "You know you can't just bust the damn thing down. | Name:
Vivian Anastasia Locke. Nicknames include Viv and Ana, some may call her by just her last name.
Birthday:
October 19th.
Age:
17 years of age.
Gender:
Cis Female.
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings:
Her earlobes are pierced.
Likes & Dislikes
•The Wilderness- Vivian can be seen hiking through the woods.
•Reading
•Thunderstorms
•Horseback Riding
•Parties
•Alcohol
•Snow
•Cats- she's allergic
•Judgemental people
•People touching her without her knowing them/People sneaking up on her.
Hobbies
•Playing the Piano and the acoustic guitar
•Dancing- Pop/freestyle
•Archery- Vivian actually hunts with her father by means of a hunting bow
•Barrel racing
Habits
•Singing random songs to herself
•Blurting out random facts at random moments
•Drinking
•Chewing the inside of her jaw
•Running to calm herself
Fears
•Heights
•Clowns
•Public Speaking
Personality
• Kind • Socially Awkward • Intelligent • Head-Strong •
Vivian is a smart girl, always knowing what is good for herself and most of the time, others around her as well. Being head-strong, it takes forever to change her mind on a matter that she feels strongly about and she does things without thinking -the same goes for speaking.- Sometimes Viv can be a bit mean, but she means well. After all, the truth does hurt.
Many look at the girl and think that everything is okay, which then again, most things are. But, on the other hand, Vivian is socially awkward and has slight social anxiety as well. Sometimes she wonders how she came to find her group of friends, considering that she tends to trip over her words.
Other than that, Viv is a partying little goof when it comes to her friends, though she is very smart. Always having her nose in a book and studying, the girl may just go off to Harvard or Princeton one day.
Biography
Vivian was born to a loving family, her parents always there for her when she was a toddler, her grandfather helping raised her. However, her mother became terminally ill when the girl was two, dying when Viv was 3 and she at 27. From there on out, her father never had never raised a daughter, nor her grandfather and her grandfather was deceased as well, therefor, Vivian was raised practically like a little long haired boy in pink. She never wore skirts or pigtails, however her father did braid her hair on occasion. Raised on a farm, the girl started riding horses practically as soon as she could walk and taking barrel racing lessons at 5. She played in the mud, climbed trees, and at the age of 8 starting taking piano lessons from her grandfather.
Her life was ups and downs and lefts and rights, however, she made it work. At 13, she started dancing, her teacher catching her just randomly doing so while goofing off with her friends when her teacher suggested it to her father and he obliged. Honestly, Viv doesn't recall how she got started on drinking. Perhaps it was a goof at a party that helped her realize she could forget her worries for a few moments, something that she has always been grateful for.
Being the sheriffs daughter really has never been easy, especially considering that her father got the job in her teens, the time at which all girls become wild. This is when Viv started her rebelings and partying, though stayed focused on her studies and competitions.
Family Members
•Father: Jacob Locke- Sheriff of the county- age 45
•Mother: Rachel Locke- Deceased at age 27.
•Grandfather: Trillian Locke- Retired- age 67.
Your Mahlimae
Number Two
Relationships Between Friends
∞Georgina Anne Berglund∞
• "The way we've always acted around each other, you'd think we're sisters."
• Meeting at a young age from their fathers being good friends and having a love of horses, the two girls have been close friends for as long as Viv can remember.
• ˜Yuki Fuyuko˜
• "She's so fragile, sometimes I'm scared I might break her."
• Vivian loves Yuki to death, though she tends to stray away when she has a seizure the same way Yuki does when Viv becomes head strong. It's not that the girl thinks Yuki is strange, but is scared that she could hurt her if she stuck around to long.
->Erika Anne Dominique<-
• "She's here, she's there but no matter what she always cares."
• Vivian and Erika started talking to each other and building up their friendship about the time of middle school. Viv thinks that the girl tends to overthink about the very most of things, but Vivian loves the advice that ther friend gives and her Tumblr account is quite amazing in her opinion.
ˆ Titus Omar Calloway ˆ
• "Ups, downs, lefts and rights, he's my friend no matter what."
• The two meet around the same time Viv and Gina did -the original 3 Musketeers.- Vivian has no problem with Toc's smoking habits, though she was smart enough to use them as blackmail if he ever told her father about her rebellious habits. When Viv is having a bad day, she can always come to Toc if Gina is not around and he always helps her work it out and in return, she does the same for him. Despite the good, the two have been known to have heated arguments more than a few times.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli
•"Do you have any idea how much I miss you?"
• Viv and Kenny used to be almost inseparable. If Kev was having a problem, Viv would sit and listen for hours on end. There was no exceptions. In return, he would do the same for her. The two could sit and talk for hours, Vivian perhaps thinking of the boy like a brother. Honestly, the girl couldn't tell you what happened between the two of them. One day they just stopped talking, and neither of them gave it a second thought really. Lately Viv has been thinking about it more and more, really, and longs for them to be as close as they once was. |
10,225 | 288 | 4 | 2,370 | 266 | Kenneth would have loved to sleep in every day of winter break, taking the time away from school and classes to relax. Sadly, a few alarms and some texts from Georgina got him to drag himself out of bed. He dressed in a pair of navy jeans, black t-shirt, grey hoodie, and a pair of black sneakers. I can't believe I agreed to this. Who wakes up before eleven in the morning during breaks? He thought while saying bye to his mom and walking out the door on his way to the diner.
"I shouldn't be awake right now." Kenneth muttered to himself as he approached the diner, greeting everyone with a tired smile and wave, returning handshakes and hugs to those that offered them. He woke up a bit in the diner after having a cup of coffee... and dozing off two or three times.
Going off to explore the forest that surrounded the town wasn't Kenneth's idea of a good time, but bailing on his friends would have been asking for trouble. So he reluctantly played 'Follow the leader' which was Georgina, as always. He would have made small talk with Vivian if he wasn't so tired.
The old, abandoned house that the group came across sparked a curiosity within Kenneth, as well as alerted his "we shouldn't do the thing because reasons" piece of his protective nature. Kenneth clears his throat, attempting to get everyone's attention. "What? No. We shouldn't. I mean, breaking and entering, vandalism... plus a police record among other negative ... consequences..." Kenneth said in a clearly sarcastic tone. It's not that he was necessarily wrong, more that Georgina and Titus already want to explore and no amount of negative consequences are going to stop the two of them. "Should I continue, or is the door getting kicked down, Toc?" He finished, dropping the sarcastic tone and smirking slightly, which tossed any doubts about his wanting to explore the house out the window. | Kenneth Edward Vartilli
Name
Kenneth Edward Vartilli. Ken, Ed, Kev, Kenny... People have called him by many a name. He responds to most of them.
Birthday
The day before All Hallows Eve. Oct. 30th.
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
As of yet, no.
Likes
• Video Games
• Walking in the Rain
• Sleeping – A bit too much.
• Spending time with friends
Dislikes
• Smoke
• Sports – And yet he's somehow captain of the baseball team.
• Violence/Fighting
• His Dad
Hobbies
Reading
Origami
Listening to Nature
Spending time with friends
Looking at travel locations online
Habits
Pretending to fall asleep when bored by someone. Occasionally falling asleep.
Whistling to songs stuck in his head.
Becoming focused on things to the point of ignoring others.
Chronically late, usually by forgetting the plans that were made
Fears
• Fire/Burning
• Thunder
• Heights
• Being left alone.
Personality
• Flexible • Aloof • Wise • Aimless •
Biography
Living in the small town of Alta Vista has never resonated well with Kenneth. The internet has allowed him the chance to glance at many of the other places in the world that he'd wish to travel to. His dad just about always being away from home hasn't helped in this want to eventually travel the world. It also has strained their relationship, leaving Kenneth with questions of his value to his dad.
Kenneth finds that he is the voice of reason among his friends, voicing concerns about what they're doing or going to do as the time presents itself. It's not that he wants to be a 'stick in the mud,' he just wants his friends to be safe and okay.
Family Members
Mother: Helen Vartilli: 37.
Father: Thomas Vartilli: 39.
Younger Brother: Alex Vartilli: 14.
Family Dog: Buster: 9. Golden Retriever.
Your Mahlimae
Six
Relationships Between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund:
• "You're like a sister to me, George."
• Kenneth and Georgina have known each other... forever, it seems. He considers her just as close, if not closer than family, and cherishes every moment they're together. He slipped up once and called her George. It stuck as his nickname for her.
• Yuki Fuyuko:
• "A delicate cherry blossom. I wonder if you know..."
• Kenneth's crush on Yuki isn't a secret... well, maybe it is. No one has said anything. He's spent many nights losing sleep talking with her, listening to her dreams and aspirations. He tries to be the one closest to her when they all go exploring, hoping to be the thing she latches onto if she gets scared.
• Erika Anne Dominique:
• "You know I'm still here for you, right?"
• Kenneth and Erika rushed into a relationship in the beginning of freshman year of high school. They were together for three months before Erika broke up with him. Kenneth respected the decision, but is still left confused and hurt. He's afraid to risk their strained friendship by asking why, even though he wants to know.
• Titus Omar Calloway:
• "If there's anyone I know I can count on, it's him."
• Kenneth and Titus share a friendly rivalry over the sports and video games they both play... well, everything they do is a competition, video games and sports are the only two Kenneth takes seriously. Even so, he knows that Titus has his back through whatever life throws at them.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke:
• "We should have one of our talks again."
• Kenneth doesn't understand how he and Vivi ended up drifting apart. They were really close through middle school, always sharing new theories and thoughts on the world. Although he could care less about the drinking and partying Vivi likes doing, he misses their talks that fed both the mind and soul. |
10,226 | 288 | 5 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Gina watch out, I'll kick the door in.
Georgina moved out of the way and down the steps hurriedly, placing herself back in the group as Titus moved into position. As everyone voiced their opinion on what to do, Georgina couldn't help put let out a few laughs. "Viv's right, she's more capable of knocking the door down than you!" she added to the teasing, sticking her tongue out playfully. Around them the wind picked up gently, sending a chill through the area at high speeds.
Within the house six small creatures no smaller than a typical mouse spoke quietly to one another, to the outside ear it just sounded like a small squeak repeating the same sound: "mahlimae, mahlimae, mahlimae." but in their own language they had conversations. "There are people coming. Young people. New people. People coming." they whispered between themselves as they scurried across the dust covered floor, some unwrapping themselves from the layer of mold they were resting in. They climbed under the stairs, peeking through an open slit of broken wood so they could have their piercing eyes watching the front door. | Georgina Anne Berglund
Name
Georgina Anne Berglund. Goes by Gina.
Birthday
February 12th.
Age
16.
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Heterosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic lobe ear piercing on each ear.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Fall weather
• Long road trips
• Bonfires
• Late night phone calls
Dislikes
• Working hard
• Being rushed into things
• Being too neat
• Nosy people
Hobbies
• Knitting
• Horseback Riding
• Painting
Habits
• Chewing gum LOUDLY
• Dragging her feet
• Not returning texts
Fears
• Spiders
• Railroad tracks
• Getting stuck in Iowa her whole life
Personality
• Silly • Procrastinator • Loyal • Unorganized •
Biography
Georgina was named after her grandmother that she never met. A great start to a life worth of not doing too much in a town that never saw too much action. Thankfully she was born into the age of technology and has the internet and the handful of electronics she owns to keep her busy. When not going to school she tends to get into mischief with her group around town, rather it be going out into the woods or eating burgers and drinking malts at the diner in town.
Gina is closest to her father in the respect of her parents, she admires him for being the head of the family, and always keeping his cool when mom tends to freak out and overreact. She envies her older sister, and tries to avoid babysitting duty at all costs. Not too much family drama can be heard from the Berglund family as far as other residents of Alta Vista are concerned.
Family Members
• Father: Stephen Berglund: 39. Car Repairman.
• Mother: Anne Berglund: 37. Housewife.
• Older Sister: Christine Berglund: 18. Iowa State student.
• Younger Brother: Jacob Berglund: 5 months.
Your Mahlimae
Five
Relationships Between Friends
Erika Anne Dominique
"Our middle names may be the same but we are WAY different!"
• It's crazy how these two ever became friends, with what complete ends of the spectrum they fall on. However, Gina can never show too much appreciation for Erika for keeping her on a steady path. The two may often step on one another's toes but they know deep down that when things get hard that they can rely on one another. They get along best when both are quiet and focused in on painting.
Yuki Fuyuko
"Gentle and sweet, I worry about her sometimes."
• Just like Erika, Yuki is very opposite of the loud and boisterous Gina. Due to Yuki's seizures, Gina often gets worried about Yuki getting hurt while they are all hanging out, especially when they travel far out into the woods. She loves when Yuki's family invites her over for dinner, as they usually have something fun and exciting to try rather than the plain old food Gina's mom tends to make. Yuck!
Titus Omar Calloway
"He's just the little bit of excitement I need"
• In the words of Gina's mother, "that boy is TROUBLE". Despite the warnings, Gina has made quite a friendship with the older boy. The two tend to be the loud and obnoxious ones of the group, but they mean well. She doesn't really like when he smokes, and lets him know about it. Gina has gotten in trouble many a time being caught talking on the phone with him way late into the night.
Vivian Anastasia Locke:
"She's so admirable. I wish I can be more like her."
• These two met when they were about five years old, when their father's agreed it'd be a good idea for them to learn the ropes of horseback riding. Vivian succeeded in the sport while Regina spent most of the time on the ground, crying. Despite the difference in skill the two bonded over the activity and eventually became friends bonding over other shared activities. Out of the girls, these two are most similar, though Regina will admit that Viv is way more intelligent and has a better time connecting with everyone.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli:
"Families aren't always who you are blood related to"
• Kenneth and Georgina. Their parents were friends when they were in high school together in Alta Vista. That friendship in return pinned these two together since they were toddlers. Anytime Kenneth calls her George, she responds with the nickname 'Kendra'. This has been a running joke between the two for awhile, no matter how painfully cheesy it is, and no matter how many groans they here from their friends. |
10,227 | 288 | 6 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Right when he was about to kick the door in when Gina moved, he halted himself and turned to face Viv when she challenged his claim and to make it worse, Gina joined her to tease him. As arrogant as Titus was, he was going to prove he could kick the door in to shut both of these girls up. He spoke up I bet I can prove your ass wrong Viv...and Gina don't you start either because I'll kick this shit down. I know I can knock it down and to prove it, in fact, when I kick this door down....both of you chicks will be kissing me. That's the bet!
Titus turned towards the door to give it two frontal kicks that caused a little cracking but was still closed. Titus was attempting a third kick, hitting it again but this time with more force. | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Titus Omar Calloway
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Name
Titus Omar Calloway, he likes to go by Toc, his abbreviated name.
Birthday
July 27th
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Single but would like an open relationship
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
lip piercing, eyebrow piercing, ear piercings, tattoos on both biceps and right forearm.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Video games
• Girls
• Hanging with friends
Dislikes
• Working
• Silence
• Alta Vista
• Ignorant assholes
Hobbies
• Jogging
• Reading comics
• Practicing break dance moves
• tossing the football around
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Smoking Weed
• Chuckling when someone's mad at him
• Staying up in the wee hours of the morning and getting only 3 hours of sleep at a time
Fears
• Rats
• Drowning
• Seeing loved ones die
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Personality
• Dependable • unfiltered language • loving • Arrogant •
Biography
Titus grew up to parents of Caucasian and African-American descent. Throughout his youth, he was a little confused about himself, not knowing what to identify himself as but have been picked on by other children because of it. At the age of ten, his parents were killed in an automobile accident which left him to live with his Maternal Grandmother (Caucasian).
After his parents died, Titus had to think of ways of comfort which pretty much got him involved in sports, mostly Football, Basketball, and learned a little MMA. His smoking habits started and his love for tattoos and piercing left him with a few. Usually, Titus have to keep himself busy but it was hard to do in such a small town like Alta Vista which he hates living in because there was hardly anything there.
There have been situations where he dealt with racism but realized, fighting would not cure ignorant racist assholes of their stupidity and learned to shrug off problematic situation. With a loving grandmother and good friends, Titus had all the family he needed but at times....he'd have bad dreams of losing them like he did his parents and that scares him the most. Titus wishes to leave Alta Vista someday and go travel the world.
Family Members
Father: Luscious Calloway (African-American)
Mother: Nicole Calloway (Caucasian)
Maternal Grandmother: Eloise Gardner
Your Mahlimae
Four
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Relationships Between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Potential future boo"
• If there's someone that could brighten up his day, Gina takes the cake. Since the moment they've met, there were always sparks between them. His grandma finds her "Very beautiful and nice", mostly because she hopes Gina will turn Titus around of his habits since he listens to her more often. If there was anyone Titus could talk to and be silly with, it would be her.
• Yuki Fuyuko
• "She's a sweet heart and considered as my baby sister."
• Titus views Yuki as his baby sister and is quite protective of her. He understands she don't like him smoking but he's more worried about her seizures than his own habits. She is like an innocent cute kitten in his eyes, so, with that, he tries to keep away from her when getting ready to smoke or tries to watch his mouth so to not corrupt her to get on her parents bad side.
• Erika Anne Dominique
• "Ok, I need to have her smoke out with me once so she can chill the fuck out."
• Titus have never really been close with Erika. Because of her personality, he considers her "sadity" making it seems like she's too good or too perfect around him. What upsets him more is the way she looks at him when they meet like she's disgusted with his appearance. He doesn't hate her though...he just wish she'd loosen up a little and except him the way he is. but... if she ever needed him for anything, he'd be there for her regardless of personal feelings since they are considered friends.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'd rather have her on my side than against me"
• Since when Toc and Viv were younger, they had a bi-polar relationship. one moment they'd have a competitive rivalry and argue with one another but at other times, they'd chill and party like best friends and Toc would be seen asking Viv for her help with his homework. Titus loves her like his other friends and their relationship have become better but Titus is careful not to have her father come after him because of his weed but he told Viv he'll keep his mouth shut about her wild moments.
• Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "My Road-dog and Bro fo' sho' "
• Since Kenny is the only other boy in the group besides Toc himself, Toc has quite a bond with Kenny. Being his rival and best tag partner in sports and video games, these two are usually hanging around each other more often when the girls are off doing girl stuff. Toc's grandmother looks at Kenny as her other grandson. If you were to ask about how close the two are, they'd both have many stories to tell about what they've went through together. |
10,228 | 288 | 7 | 968 | 6,714 | Vivian Anastasia Locke
Vivian couldn't help but laugh as her friend joined in teasing the boy. "There is no way in hell I am kissing you, she said. Watching as Toc began to kick the door, Viv could swear that she hear small voices. "Did anyone else hear that?" After 2-3 times of his attempts, the girl would roll her eyes. "You know there is such thing as a bobby-pin." | Name:
Vivian Anastasia Locke. Nicknames include Viv and Ana, some may call her by just her last name.
Birthday:
October 19th.
Age:
17 years of age.
Gender:
Cis Female.
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings:
Her earlobes are pierced.
Likes & Dislikes
•The Wilderness- Vivian can be seen hiking through the woods.
•Reading
•Thunderstorms
•Horseback Riding
•Parties
•Alcohol
•Snow
•Cats- she's allergic
•Judgemental people
•People touching her without her knowing them/People sneaking up on her.
Hobbies
•Playing the Piano and the acoustic guitar
•Dancing- Pop/freestyle
•Archery- Vivian actually hunts with her father by means of a hunting bow
•Barrel racing
Habits
•Singing random songs to herself
•Blurting out random facts at random moments
•Drinking
•Chewing the inside of her jaw
•Running to calm herself
Fears
•Heights
•Clowns
•Public Speaking
Personality
• Kind • Socially Awkward • Intelligent • Head-Strong •
Vivian is a smart girl, always knowing what is good for herself and most of the time, others around her as well. Being head-strong, it takes forever to change her mind on a matter that she feels strongly about and she does things without thinking -the same goes for speaking.- Sometimes Viv can be a bit mean, but she means well. After all, the truth does hurt.
Many look at the girl and think that everything is okay, which then again, most things are. But, on the other hand, Vivian is socially awkward and has slight social anxiety as well. Sometimes she wonders how she came to find her group of friends, considering that she tends to trip over her words.
Other than that, Viv is a partying little goof when it comes to her friends, though she is very smart. Always having her nose in a book and studying, the girl may just go off to Harvard or Princeton one day.
Biography
Vivian was born to a loving family, her parents always there for her when she was a toddler, her grandfather helping raised her. However, her mother became terminally ill when the girl was two, dying when Viv was 3 and she at 27. From there on out, her father never had never raised a daughter, nor her grandfather and her grandfather was deceased as well, therefor, Vivian was raised practically like a little long haired boy in pink. She never wore skirts or pigtails, however her father did braid her hair on occasion. Raised on a farm, the girl started riding horses practically as soon as she could walk and taking barrel racing lessons at 5. She played in the mud, climbed trees, and at the age of 8 starting taking piano lessons from her grandfather.
Her life was ups and downs and lefts and rights, however, she made it work. At 13, she started dancing, her teacher catching her just randomly doing so while goofing off with her friends when her teacher suggested it to her father and he obliged. Honestly, Viv doesn't recall how she got started on drinking. Perhaps it was a goof at a party that helped her realize she could forget her worries for a few moments, something that she has always been grateful for.
Being the sheriffs daughter really has never been easy, especially considering that her father got the job in her teens, the time at which all girls become wild. This is when Viv started her rebelings and partying, though stayed focused on her studies and competitions.
Family Members
•Father: Jacob Locke- Sheriff of the county- age 45
•Mother: Rachel Locke- Deceased at age 27.
•Grandfather: Trillian Locke- Retired- age 67.
Your Mahlimae
Number Two
Relationships Between Friends
∞Georgina Anne Berglund∞
• "The way we've always acted around each other, you'd think we're sisters."
• Meeting at a young age from their fathers being good friends and having a love of horses, the two girls have been close friends for as long as Viv can remember.
• ˜Yuki Fuyuko˜
• "She's so fragile, sometimes I'm scared I might break her."
• Vivian loves Yuki to death, though she tends to stray away when she has a seizure the same way Yuki does when Viv becomes head strong. It's not that the girl thinks Yuki is strange, but is scared that she could hurt her if she stuck around to long.
->Erika Anne Dominique<-
• "She's here, she's there but no matter what she always cares."
• Vivian and Erika started talking to each other and building up their friendship about the time of middle school. Viv thinks that the girl tends to overthink about the very most of things, but Vivian loves the advice that ther friend gives and her Tumblr account is quite amazing in her opinion.
ˆ Titus Omar Calloway ˆ
• "Ups, downs, lefts and rights, he's my friend no matter what."
• The two meet around the same time Viv and Gina did -the original 3 Musketeers.- Vivian has no problem with Toc's smoking habits, though she was smart enough to use them as blackmail if he ever told her father about her rebellious habits. When Viv is having a bad day, she can always come to Toc if Gina is not around and he always helps her work it out and in return, she does the same for him. Despite the good, the two have been known to have heated arguments more than a few times.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli
•"Do you have any idea how much I miss you?"
• Viv and Kenny used to be almost inseparable. If Kev was having a problem, Viv would sit and listen for hours on end. There was no exceptions. In return, he would do the same for her. The two could sit and talk for hours, Vivian perhaps thinking of the boy like a brother. Honestly, the girl couldn't tell you what happened between the two of them. One day they just stopped talking, and neither of them gave it a second thought really. Lately Viv has been thinking about it more and more, really, and longs for them to be as close as they once was. |
10,229 | 288 | 8 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Hearing her still not believing he can do it, Toc looked over Hey...that was the bet...I kick the door down...you two kiss me....and....that's going to happen now...I don't need assistance. as he gave two more kicks finally breaking the door open and turned to the girls I don't hear anything and uh....pucker up... He stared back, then turned his head to take a look at the inside which looked a little creepy. | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Titus Omar Calloway
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Name
Titus Omar Calloway, he likes to go by Toc, his abbreviated name.
Birthday
July 27th
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Single but would like an open relationship
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
lip piercing, eyebrow piercing, ear piercings, tattoos on both biceps and right forearm.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Video games
• Girls
• Hanging with friends
Dislikes
• Working
• Silence
• Alta Vista
• Ignorant assholes
Hobbies
• Jogging
• Reading comics
• Practicing break dance moves
• tossing the football around
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Smoking Weed
• Chuckling when someone's mad at him
• Staying up in the wee hours of the morning and getting only 3 hours of sleep at a time
Fears
• Rats
• Drowning
• Seeing loved ones die
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Personality
• Dependable • unfiltered language • loving • Arrogant •
Biography
Titus grew up to parents of Caucasian and African-American descent. Throughout his youth, he was a little confused about himself, not knowing what to identify himself as but have been picked on by other children because of it. At the age of ten, his parents were killed in an automobile accident which left him to live with his Maternal Grandmother (Caucasian).
After his parents died, Titus had to think of ways of comfort which pretty much got him involved in sports, mostly Football, Basketball, and learned a little MMA. His smoking habits started and his love for tattoos and piercing left him with a few. Usually, Titus have to keep himself busy but it was hard to do in such a small town like Alta Vista which he hates living in because there was hardly anything there.
There have been situations where he dealt with racism but realized, fighting would not cure ignorant racist assholes of their stupidity and learned to shrug off problematic situation. With a loving grandmother and good friends, Titus had all the family he needed but at times....he'd have bad dreams of losing them like he did his parents and that scares him the most. Titus wishes to leave Alta Vista someday and go travel the world.
Family Members
Father: Luscious Calloway (African-American)
Mother: Nicole Calloway (Caucasian)
Maternal Grandmother: Eloise Gardner
Your Mahlimae
Four
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Relationships Between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Potential future boo"
• If there's someone that could brighten up his day, Gina takes the cake. Since the moment they've met, there were always sparks between them. His grandma finds her "Very beautiful and nice", mostly because she hopes Gina will turn Titus around of his habits since he listens to her more often. If there was anyone Titus could talk to and be silly with, it would be her.
• Yuki Fuyuko
• "She's a sweet heart and considered as my baby sister."
• Titus views Yuki as his baby sister and is quite protective of her. He understands she don't like him smoking but he's more worried about her seizures than his own habits. She is like an innocent cute kitten in his eyes, so, with that, he tries to keep away from her when getting ready to smoke or tries to watch his mouth so to not corrupt her to get on her parents bad side.
• Erika Anne Dominique
• "Ok, I need to have her smoke out with me once so she can chill the fuck out."
• Titus have never really been close with Erika. Because of her personality, he considers her "sadity" making it seems like she's too good or too perfect around him. What upsets him more is the way she looks at him when they meet like she's disgusted with his appearance. He doesn't hate her though...he just wish she'd loosen up a little and except him the way he is. but... if she ever needed him for anything, he'd be there for her regardless of personal feelings since they are considered friends.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'd rather have her on my side than against me"
• Since when Toc and Viv were younger, they had a bi-polar relationship. one moment they'd have a competitive rivalry and argue with one another but at other times, they'd chill and party like best friends and Toc would be seen asking Viv for her help with his homework. Titus loves her like his other friends and their relationship have become better but Titus is careful not to have her father come after him because of his weed but he told Viv he'll keep his mouth shut about her wild moments.
• Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "My Road-dog and Bro fo' sho' "
• Since Kenny is the only other boy in the group besides Toc himself, Toc has quite a bond with Kenny. Being his rival and best tag partner in sports and video games, these two are usually hanging around each other more often when the girls are off doing girl stuff. Toc's grandmother looks at Kenny as her other grandson. If you were to ask about how close the two are, they'd both have many stories to tell about what they've went through together. |
10,230 | 288 | 9 | 2,732 | 5,726 | Earlier that day | 6:30
Thick lashes fluttered open, revealing chocolate brown eyes. Yuki laid there for a moment, enjoying the warmth her bed provided. One slender hand reached out and turned off the alarm that had woken her up so early. She sighed before she pushed back the blankets, taking away her warmth and extinguishing the tempting desire to roll over and go back to the sleep. But today was a big day and she had to get up! The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, rubbing her eyes. She padded towards the bathroom and flipped on the light, blinking owlishly as her eyes adjusted. She made her way to the shower and turned on the water, slipping out of her clothes while she waited for it to heat up. She took a quick shower before she blow-dried her hair and made her way back to her room. The smell of coffee drifted down the hall, signalling that her parents had gotten up.
Yuki got dressed and slipped on her shoes. She tucked her phone into her skirt pocket and made her way down the stairs. The kitchen was empty though the coffee pot rumbled as it made the life blood that allowed her father to not be a grump first thing in the morning. The residents of the Fuyuko household knew to leave Satoshi alone until he has had at least one cup of coffee. Yuki hummed softly to herself as she poured herself a glass of milk and stood by the kitchen window to watch as the sun peeked up from the horizon. As Yuki stood there, an elderly woman slipped into the kitchen and smiled to see her daughter standing there. Kana told her daughter good morning but frowned lightly when the girl didn't move or respond in kind.
The woman approached the girl and leaned over to peer at her daughters face. To others that didn't know Yuki, they would think the girl was simply lost in thought but to the people that did know her, they would recognize the vacant and dim look in her eyes as she stared off into the distance. Kana simply smiled and gently ran a hand through her daughters as she waited for Yuki to come out of her seizure. When the girl did a few moment later, Yuki jumped in surprise at her mother standing there. The girl gave the woman a smile as she set her cup down and gave her mother a hug. "Okaasan! I didn't notice that you had come in." "Happy 16th Birthday Yuki." Kana hugged the girl back before stepping over to the coffee pot and pouring herself and her husband a cup of coffee.
As she stirred in sugar and cream, Kana asked Yuki what her plans were for the day. "Spending the day with the group. But I'll be home in time for dinner." Yuki said in a cheerful voice as she finished her milk and washed the cup before placing it in the dish washer. At she was talking, her father came shuffling into the kitchen and accepted the cup of coffee her mother held out to him. He sat at the table and sipped his coffee in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. "Are those boys going to be there?" Yuki sighed while her mother tsked at Satoshi. "Yes, Otousan. Both Toc and Kenny are going to be there. Anyway, I better get going!" She kissed her parents on their cheek and exited the kitchen, her father grumbling to himself in Japanese.
She slipped her coat on and headed out into the rain. It was a short walk to the diner where they had all agreed to meet up and so Yuki thankfully wasn't that wet when she finally entered the warm building. She enjoyed breakfast with her friends and was glad when the rain let up while they ate. As they walked through the woods, Yuki admired the nature around her and tried to watch where she was walking so she didn't trip.
Present Time
As she stared at the broken down house, Yuki felt surprise and unease skitter through her. She was sure her and the others had combed through the town twice-over and never came across this house before so where did it come from? As Gina questioned if they should check it out, Yuki bit her lip nervously. She wasn't so sure about this. Plus, the house looked like a breeze would blow it over. Should they really be going inside? Then Toc proclaimed he was going to kick the door in and Yuki's worry doubled. That didn't seem like a good idea!
Yuki hesitantly made her way up the creaky steps that looked like that were going to collapse at any moment and peeked into a broken window. The inside of the house was dim with dust covering every surface. Her nose wrinkled. That look like an allergy attack just waiting to happen. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw something scurrying through the dust and grim covered floor and rats popped into her head. Shuddering, she took a few steps back and squeaked when she almost went tumbling down the steps. She managed to save herself by latching onto the stair railing and slowly regaining her balance. "Guys? I'm with Kenny and Erika. I-I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, who knows what's in there and besides, we could get in trouble..." Her voice grew quieter and quieter until it eventually trailed off as Toc climbed the steps and proceeded to try and kick the door open.
Yuki retreated down the steps and stood by Kenny, worrying her lip between her teeth as she unconsciously leaned into the boy as she stared at the house with anxious eyes. | Yuki Fuyuko
Name
Yuki Fuyuko
Birthday
December 21st
Age
16 years of age
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single, never dated before.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Both of her ears are pierced.
Likes & Dislikes
「✓」
• Drawing
• Music
• Playing her violin or piano
• Reading
「✖」
• Bugs
• Loud or sudden noises
• Mean/Rude people
• Being the center of attention
Hobbies
• Reading
• Taking pictures
• Drawing
• Singing to herself
• Admiring nature
• Spending time with her friends
• Playing the piano and violin
Habits
• Bites her lip when nervous or scared
• Tends to blurt out things when nervous
• Fingers are never still, always fiddling with something
• When scared, she tends to latch onto whatever or whomever is close at the time
Fears
• Being alone
• Tight/Small spaces
• Never being good enough
Personality
• Caring • Shy • Loyal • Bottles up her problems •
Biography
Yuki was born to two loving parents in Alta Vista, Iowa. Both of her parents came from a Japanese background, her father having grown up in Japan and her mother having moved to the States from Japan as a little girl. Her father had came overseas to study engineering and meet her mother. They started dating soon after and married after they both finished college. Her mother gave birth to Yuki and named her such for the snow that had started as soon as she was born. Unlike her grandparents, who were very strict, her parents told her that as long as she was happy, they didn't mind what career she pursued. As a child she took to drawing and grew very good at it.
As she grew, her parents noticed she would sit still for randomly and if they had been talking to her, she didn't remember what they were saying. They took her to the doctor and she was diagnosed with absence seizures, where she sort of drifts off inside her head randomly and is unaware of what is happening around her. The seizures normally last up between two minutes to five. They happen randomly and after the seizure is over Yuki will continue doing whatever it was she had been doing before the seizure started. The dangerous part of this however is that while in the seizure Yuki might move. Be it simply moving her hand or getting up and walking away maybe towards a staircase. She has no control over what she does nor does she remember any of it when she comes out of the seizure.
Family Members
• Kana Fuyuko (Mother) | Age 45
• Satoshi Fuyuko (Father) | Age 47
Your Mahlimae
One
Relationships Between Friends
Georgina Anne Berglund
"She brings laughter to our small town."
• Her parents love Georgina to death and are relieved to know that Yuki has someone who will look after her. Georgina can never fail to make Yuki laugh though her procrastinating habit drives Yuki insane seeing as she is one to complete all of her work ahead of time and turn it in on time.
Erika Anne Dominique
"I know she'll be there when I need her."
• Yuki likes going to Erika for new reading material and the two have often stayed up late talking about books. Due to their matching hobbies, Yuki is a little more closer to Erika than the others though she loves them all equally.
Titus Omar Calloway
"He's the older brother I wish I had."
• Yuki looks up to Titus like an older brother though she admonishes him time and time again for his smoking as well as not getting enough sleep at night. Her father doesn't really like Yuki hanging out with boys in general but her mother likes giving everyone a chance and doesn't mind Yuki spending time with the boy provided she doesn't pick up any of his bad habits.
Vivian Anastasia Locke:
"A bit stubborn but she means well in the end."
• With a personality the complete opposite of Yuki's, Vivian could be a bit head-strong. Yuki doesn't really know how to act around her friend when Vivian's stubborn streak takes hold. Yuki generally likes to avoid conflict so when Vivian becomes head-strong, Yuki tends to go quiet and simply listen. She does have some things in common with her friend however.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli:
"He's so nice and kind to me. If only he returned my feelings..."
• While Yuki is completely oblivious to Kenneth's crush on her, Yuki herself sports a crush herself. She tries really hard to keep it from the others and especially Kenneth, not wanting the possibility of ruining their friendship. Though if one were to find her diary, they would passages filled with how she feels about Kenny. |
10,231 | 288 | 10 | 1,989 | 33 | I definitely heard something. And that's one more reason why I'm going to stay here, Viv.
Erika was a bit relieved to know that Kenneth and Yuki also want to stay outside. The temperature slowly continued to drop while the atmosphere seemingly changed around the house. It was weird, the aura that was surrounding the house. Erika was more than sure that it wasn't only her that felt it. Alongside the fact that there were weird noises that were coming from inside the house, she's come to a conclusion that going to that house was a bad move.
The door was open, waiting for the six to come in. Eri suddenly realized that they'll be split into two groups, one group outside and one in. She didn't want to be left outside and freeze to death.
"Okay, okay. If Gina's coming, then I'm coming. Yuki, you should also come with me. Same goes to you Kenny." | Erika Anne Dominique
Name
Erika Anne Dominique. Called Eri by her close friends.
Birthday
August 26th.
Age
17.
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Demisexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic piercings on ear lobes. Usually wears a pair of diamond earrings.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
•Fiction books
•Cats
•Her laptop (and the internet)
•Her friends
Dislikes
•Dirt/Anything dirty
•Insects
•Being alone/left out
•Loud people
Hobbies
•Reading books
•Writing poems
•Taking pictures
•Painting
•taking daily strolls
Habits
•Cleaning
•Reading until falling asleep
•Combing her hair from time to time
Fears
•Being alone
•Insects and other creepy crawlies
•Doing anything in public
Personality
• Approachable • Tends to overthink • Clean • Crybaby •
Biography
Erika is a normal human. She likes doing arts and enjoys literature. She's been raised by her aunt and uncle her whole life and was treated as an only child. Erika is a straight A student in her school and surrounds herself with people who were like her; people who enjoyed taking pictures and reading books. She also spends most of her nights on tumblr.
Erika grew up with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). She wants everything neat and organized. One thing that's out of place will make her frustrated. Because of her OCD, she is described to be a perfectionist, which is slightly true, though she only wants everything neat and arranged. Whenever she can't do anything about something she wants to fix, she becomes frustrated and lets loose by crying.
Erika was an unwanted baby. Her mother never wanted to have a child but had one by accident. Because of this, her mother sent her to her Aunt Mary and Uncle Stew. She treated them as her parents and they treated her like their daughter. Erika never found out who her father was and she barely remembers her mother. Her aunt does not talk about her mom either and says it's for her sake.
Famile Members
Aunt: Mary Dominique Oak
Uncle: Stew Lowell Oak
Your Mahlimae
Three
Relationships between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Opposites do attract. We're a living proof."
• North pole and south pole in human form. They're close with each other but they sometimes get irritated with each other as well due to them being almost polar opposites. Though Erika isn't the most showy person when showing affection, it is very evident that she cares about Georgina, even if she doesn't arrange her school works alphabetically.
• Yuki Fuyuko
• "Probably the only person I can be with twenty four-seven."
• Erika treats Yuki like the sister she never had. She shares a lot of hobbies with Yuki and they bond mostly around books. Out of the group, Erika is the closest with Yuki as they seem to understand each other more than anyone else.
• Titus Omar Calloway
• "I don't hate him... I just don't like some things about him. Okay, I hate his tattoos."
• Erika isn't the biggest Toc fan. She doesn't like how he smokes weed and how he wishes to leave the town she grew up in. Toc's physical appearance isn't Erika's favorite part about him either. She believes that tattoos are permanent litters on one's skin. Anyone who has tattoos, she has bad impressions of. In the group, the two have the least interaction. Despite that, Erika and Toc can be labeled as friends.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'm glad she's part of the group. Like really glad."
• Vivian and Erika were friends since middle school. They were never each other's best friend but continued to be friends until they were in high school. Erika was a bit weirded out when she found out Viv was bi but got used to it cause they were in the same squad after all.
• Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "Kenneth's fine... it's just a bit awkward between us. He's a good guy though."
• Erika and Kenneth were a thing for a short while. It didn't quite work out for them because Eri wasn't ready and Kenneth rushed into things. Eri never talked to Kenneth about why they broke up. They remain friends, though there's a little bit of awkwardness still. |
10,232 | 288 | 11 | 1,570 | 4,066 | I don't hear anything and uh....pucker up...
Georgina puckered her pink lips obnoxiously before turning around and pointing to her bottom. "Only thing you'll be kissing is my ass as I go through this door!" she taunted, walking back up the steps to the now open door. Passing Toc in the door way, Gina looked toward her group of friends with a mischievous grin. "Come on guys, when do we ever get to do something new in this town? It's Yuki's birthday, let's show her a good time." Turning back to enter the house, Gina removed her hat from her hat and cupped it in her hand placing it over her mouth.
At least an inch of dust covered every surface in the house, mold formed in some of the corners where water had seeped in from the constant weather changes in the passing seasons. "Keep the door open, it's dark as hell in here." Gina called, taking in the true darkness of the boarded up building. It was creepy, but in an adventurous sense. Gazing towards what seemed to be left of a living room area, a very decrepit couch sat lonely next to a large hole in the floor. Gazing up to the ceiling, the hole aligned with another hole. It would appear something fell through the ceiling and went all the way down to the basement. Wanting to check it out, Gina stepped forward but instead decided to wait for her friends. She didn't want them to miss anything.
Six pair of piercing eyes blinked in unison as they took a look at the teenagers who could be seen outside of the home. Again the only sound could be heard is a small squeaking repeating the same word over and over but they spoke to one another in their own language "Mine. I'll have that one. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. That one is mine." One of the smallest and youngest of the mahlimae named Six began to move to greet their guests eagerly and when the eldest mahlimae, named One respectively shook it's head. "We wait." | Georgina Anne Berglund
Name
Georgina Anne Berglund. Goes by Gina.
Birthday
February 12th.
Age
16.
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Heterosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic lobe ear piercing on each ear.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Fall weather
• Long road trips
• Bonfires
• Late night phone calls
Dislikes
• Working hard
• Being rushed into things
• Being too neat
• Nosy people
Hobbies
• Knitting
• Horseback Riding
• Painting
Habits
• Chewing gum LOUDLY
• Dragging her feet
• Not returning texts
Fears
• Spiders
• Railroad tracks
• Getting stuck in Iowa her whole life
Personality
• Silly • Procrastinator • Loyal • Unorganized •
Biography
Georgina was named after her grandmother that she never met. A great start to a life worth of not doing too much in a town that never saw too much action. Thankfully she was born into the age of technology and has the internet and the handful of electronics she owns to keep her busy. When not going to school she tends to get into mischief with her group around town, rather it be going out into the woods or eating burgers and drinking malts at the diner in town.
Gina is closest to her father in the respect of her parents, she admires him for being the head of the family, and always keeping his cool when mom tends to freak out and overreact. She envies her older sister, and tries to avoid babysitting duty at all costs. Not too much family drama can be heard from the Berglund family as far as other residents of Alta Vista are concerned.
Family Members
• Father: Stephen Berglund: 39. Car Repairman.
• Mother: Anne Berglund: 37. Housewife.
• Older Sister: Christine Berglund: 18. Iowa State student.
• Younger Brother: Jacob Berglund: 5 months.
Your Mahlimae
Five
Relationships Between Friends
Erika Anne Dominique
"Our middle names may be the same but we are WAY different!"
• It's crazy how these two ever became friends, with what complete ends of the spectrum they fall on. However, Gina can never show too much appreciation for Erika for keeping her on a steady path. The two may often step on one another's toes but they know deep down that when things get hard that they can rely on one another. They get along best when both are quiet and focused in on painting.
Yuki Fuyuko
"Gentle and sweet, I worry about her sometimes."
• Just like Erika, Yuki is very opposite of the loud and boisterous Gina. Due to Yuki's seizures, Gina often gets worried about Yuki getting hurt while they are all hanging out, especially when they travel far out into the woods. She loves when Yuki's family invites her over for dinner, as they usually have something fun and exciting to try rather than the plain old food Gina's mom tends to make. Yuck!
Titus Omar Calloway
"He's just the little bit of excitement I need"
• In the words of Gina's mother, "that boy is TROUBLE". Despite the warnings, Gina has made quite a friendship with the older boy. The two tend to be the loud and obnoxious ones of the group, but they mean well. She doesn't really like when he smokes, and lets him know about it. Gina has gotten in trouble many a time being caught talking on the phone with him way late into the night.
Vivian Anastasia Locke:
"She's so admirable. I wish I can be more like her."
• These two met when they were about five years old, when their father's agreed it'd be a good idea for them to learn the ropes of horseback riding. Vivian succeeded in the sport while Regina spent most of the time on the ground, crying. Despite the difference in skill the two bonded over the activity and eventually became friends bonding over other shared activities. Out of the girls, these two are most similar, though Regina will admit that Viv is way more intelligent and has a better time connecting with everyone.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli:
"Families aren't always who you are blood related to"
• Kenneth and Georgina. Their parents were friends when they were in high school together in Alta Vista. That friendship in return pinned these two together since they were toddlers. Anytime Kenneth calls her George, she responds with the nickname 'Kendra'. This has been a running joke between the two for awhile, no matter how painfully cheesy it is, and no matter how many groans they here from their friends. |
10,233 | 288 | 12 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Toc smirked a little when Gina passed by him and mentioning for the others to follow and not miss the opportunity for this new adventure Kiss your ass huh? Well...if you give me a chance to do so, I would.... He said flirty tone. He forgot that it was Yuki's birthday as he looked back at her Sis...view this as a birthday present from all of us. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you or Erika or Kenny....or any of you..
Titus meant every word as he walked in right behind Gina, looking around as the door stayed open to bring what little light they could inside. Toc checked around the right of the room and looked over to notice the hole in the ceiling and on the floor, walking over to get a better look as one of the planks gave away a little, causing Toc to stop and carefully get his foot free. That was close... walking up to Gina I know you wanna do it. Wanna go to the basement with me, babes? and I think I hear....rats? | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Titus Omar Calloway
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Name
Titus Omar Calloway, he likes to go by Toc, his abbreviated name.
Birthday
July 27th
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Single but would like an open relationship
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
lip piercing, eyebrow piercing, ear piercings, tattoos on both biceps and right forearm.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Video games
• Girls
• Hanging with friends
Dislikes
• Working
• Silence
• Alta Vista
• Ignorant assholes
Hobbies
• Jogging
• Reading comics
• Practicing break dance moves
• tossing the football around
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Smoking Weed
• Chuckling when someone's mad at him
• Staying up in the wee hours of the morning and getting only 3 hours of sleep at a time
Fears
• Rats
• Drowning
• Seeing loved ones die
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Personality
• Dependable • unfiltered language • loving • Arrogant •
Biography
Titus grew up to parents of Caucasian and African-American descent. Throughout his youth, he was a little confused about himself, not knowing what to identify himself as but have been picked on by other children because of it. At the age of ten, his parents were killed in an automobile accident which left him to live with his Maternal Grandmother (Caucasian).
After his parents died, Titus had to think of ways of comfort which pretty much got him involved in sports, mostly Football, Basketball, and learned a little MMA. His smoking habits started and his love for tattoos and piercing left him with a few. Usually, Titus have to keep himself busy but it was hard to do in such a small town like Alta Vista which he hates living in because there was hardly anything there.
There have been situations where he dealt with racism but realized, fighting would not cure ignorant racist assholes of their stupidity and learned to shrug off problematic situation. With a loving grandmother and good friends, Titus had all the family he needed but at times....he'd have bad dreams of losing them like he did his parents and that scares him the most. Titus wishes to leave Alta Vista someday and go travel the world.
Family Members
Father: Luscious Calloway (African-American)
Mother: Nicole Calloway (Caucasian)
Maternal Grandmother: Eloise Gardner
Your Mahlimae
Four
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Relationships Between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Potential future boo"
• If there's someone that could brighten up his day, Gina takes the cake. Since the moment they've met, there were always sparks between them. His grandma finds her "Very beautiful and nice", mostly because she hopes Gina will turn Titus around of his habits since he listens to her more often. If there was anyone Titus could talk to and be silly with, it would be her.
• Yuki Fuyuko
• "She's a sweet heart and considered as my baby sister."
• Titus views Yuki as his baby sister and is quite protective of her. He understands she don't like him smoking but he's more worried about her seizures than his own habits. She is like an innocent cute kitten in his eyes, so, with that, he tries to keep away from her when getting ready to smoke or tries to watch his mouth so to not corrupt her to get on her parents bad side.
• Erika Anne Dominique
• "Ok, I need to have her smoke out with me once so she can chill the fuck out."
• Titus have never really been close with Erika. Because of her personality, he considers her "sadity" making it seems like she's too good or too perfect around him. What upsets him more is the way she looks at him when they meet like she's disgusted with his appearance. He doesn't hate her though...he just wish she'd loosen up a little and except him the way he is. but... if she ever needed him for anything, he'd be there for her regardless of personal feelings since they are considered friends.
• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'd rather have her on my side than against me"
• Since when Toc and Viv were younger, they had a bi-polar relationship. one moment they'd have a competitive rivalry and argue with one another but at other times, they'd chill and party like best friends and Toc would be seen asking Viv for her help with his homework. Titus loves her like his other friends and their relationship have become better but Titus is careful not to have her father come after him because of his weed but he told Viv he'll keep his mouth shut about her wild moments.
• Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "My Road-dog and Bro fo' sho' "
• Since Kenny is the only other boy in the group besides Toc himself, Toc has quite a bond with Kenny. Being his rival and best tag partner in sports and video games, these two are usually hanging around each other more often when the girls are off doing girl stuff. Toc's grandmother looks at Kenny as her other grandson. If you were to ask about how close the two are, they'd both have many stories to tell about what they've went through together. |
10,234 | 288 | 13 | 968 | 6,714 | Vivian Anastasia Locke
Vivian couldn't help but let out a small laugh at what Gina said. Walking up the steps and giving a little sigh, she was partially glad to hear that the others had somewhat decided to follow. "Come on, youg guys. It'll be fun. And, if all else fails, we can throw Yuki a huge party and whatnot."Seeing Toc almost fall through the floor, Viv made a direct movement to avoid where he walked, carefully testing her weight on each board until she was in the middle of the room. "Dark, dusty and cold," she mumbled, looking around. Still hearing the squeaking and noticing that some of the others did too, she thought that it was safe to say that she wasn't crazy. "So... guys, what exactly should we do here? I mean, there is the option of telling ghost stories but I mean, this is not any place that seems... happy." | Name:
Vivian Anastasia Locke. Nicknames include Viv and Ana, some may call her by just her last name.
Birthday:
October 19th.
Age:
17 years of age.
Gender:
Cis Female.
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings:
Her earlobes are pierced.
Likes & Dislikes
•The Wilderness- Vivian can be seen hiking through the woods.
•Reading
•Thunderstorms
•Horseback Riding
•Parties
•Alcohol
•Snow
•Cats- she's allergic
•Judgemental people
•People touching her without her knowing them/People sneaking up on her.
Hobbies
•Playing the Piano and the acoustic guitar
•Dancing- Pop/freestyle
•Archery- Vivian actually hunts with her father by means of a hunting bow
•Barrel racing
Habits
•Singing random songs to herself
•Blurting out random facts at random moments
•Drinking
•Chewing the inside of her jaw
•Running to calm herself
Fears
•Heights
•Clowns
•Public Speaking
Personality
• Kind • Socially Awkward • Intelligent • Head-Strong •
Vivian is a smart girl, always knowing what is good for herself and most of the time, others around her as well. Being head-strong, it takes forever to change her mind on a matter that she feels strongly about and she does things without thinking -the same goes for speaking.- Sometimes Viv can be a bit mean, but she means well. After all, the truth does hurt.
Many look at the girl and think that everything is okay, which then again, most things are. But, on the other hand, Vivian is socially awkward and has slight social anxiety as well. Sometimes she wonders how she came to find her group of friends, considering that she tends to trip over her words.
Other than that, Viv is a partying little goof when it comes to her friends, though she is very smart. Always having her nose in a book and studying, the girl may just go off to Harvard or Princeton one day.
Biography
Vivian was born to a loving family, her parents always there for her when she was a toddler, her grandfather helping raised her. However, her mother became terminally ill when the girl was two, dying when Viv was 3 and she at 27. From there on out, her father never had never raised a daughter, nor her grandfather and her grandfather was deceased as well, therefor, Vivian was raised practically like a little long haired boy in pink. She never wore skirts or pigtails, however her father did braid her hair on occasion. Raised on a farm, the girl started riding horses practically as soon as she could walk and taking barrel racing lessons at 5. She played in the mud, climbed trees, and at the age of 8 starting taking piano lessons from her grandfather.
Her life was ups and downs and lefts and rights, however, she made it work. At 13, she started dancing, her teacher catching her just randomly doing so while goofing off with her friends when her teacher suggested it to her father and he obliged. Honestly, Viv doesn't recall how she got started on drinking. Perhaps it was a goof at a party that helped her realize she could forget her worries for a few moments, something that she has always been grateful for.
Being the sheriffs daughter really has never been easy, especially considering that her father got the job in her teens, the time at which all girls become wild. This is when Viv started her rebelings and partying, though stayed focused on her studies and competitions.
Family Members
•Father: Jacob Locke- Sheriff of the county- age 45
•Mother: Rachel Locke- Deceased at age 27.
•Grandfather: Trillian Locke- Retired- age 67.
Your Mahlimae
Number Two
Relationships Between Friends
∞Georgina Anne Berglund∞
• "The way we've always acted around each other, you'd think we're sisters."
• Meeting at a young age from their fathers being good friends and having a love of horses, the two girls have been close friends for as long as Viv can remember.
• ˜Yuki Fuyuko˜
• "She's so fragile, sometimes I'm scared I might break her."
• Vivian loves Yuki to death, though she tends to stray away when she has a seizure the same way Yuki does when Viv becomes head strong. It's not that the girl thinks Yuki is strange, but is scared that she could hurt her if she stuck around to long.
->Erika Anne Dominique<-
• "She's here, she's there but no matter what she always cares."
• Vivian and Erika started talking to each other and building up their friendship about the time of middle school. Viv thinks that the girl tends to overthink about the very most of things, but Vivian loves the advice that ther friend gives and her Tumblr account is quite amazing in her opinion.
ˆ Titus Omar Calloway ˆ
• "Ups, downs, lefts and rights, he's my friend no matter what."
• The two meet around the same time Viv and Gina did -the original 3 Musketeers.- Vivian has no problem with Toc's smoking habits, though she was smart enough to use them as blackmail if he ever told her father about her rebellious habits. When Viv is having a bad day, she can always come to Toc if Gina is not around and he always helps her work it out and in return, she does the same for him. Despite the good, the two have been known to have heated arguments more than a few times.
Kenneth Edward Vartilli
•"Do you have any idea how much I miss you?"
• Viv and Kenny used to be almost inseparable. If Kev was having a problem, Viv would sit and listen for hours on end. There was no exceptions. In return, he would do the same for her. The two could sit and talk for hours, Vivian perhaps thinking of the boy like a brother. Honestly, the girl couldn't tell you what happened between the two of them. One day they just stopped talking, and neither of them gave it a second thought really. Lately Viv has been thinking about it more and more, really, and longs for them to be as close as they once was. |
10,235 | 289 | 0 | 223 | 155 | Highschool of the Dead: Trapped
It was a normal day at Fujimi Academy. Students were in their lessons, teachers were passing on their knowledge. Others were skipping, and hiding in one of the schools many side paths, toilets or in other places that teachers wouldn't find them, hopefully. Outside, however, something much more sinister was taking place. A deadly virus was sweeping through the population, turning them into flesh-eating monsters who preyed on the living. Eventually, the hordes of undead made their way to the school, and into the grounds, devouring anybody foolish enough to get in their way. Since nobody had any idea of what was going to happen, nobody was prepared, and the entire school, faculty included, went into meltdown. Students pushed, stamped, shoved and kicked each other out the way to get to the exits, only to be met by hungry zombies. Soon enough, only a handful of people remained, heavily outnumbered, with no way to escape...
You are one of these survivors. Surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands, of the undead. You must choose between life and death, giving up or fighting on. Will you find a way out or hand yourself over to the ravenous hordes?
Shinji Haraguchi, Corridors
How could this be? It was completely normal ten minutes ago. Nobody was trying to kill each ther. Shinji was sat at the back of his class, furiously taking down notes one moment, and the next his teacher was feasting on those at the front. The ensuing crush to exit the room wasn't helpful either. Shinji was lucky enough to be one of the first out, and ran off as the "They" spotted the students trying to evacuate.
Screaming and shouting soon filled the corridors. Left and right, hapless students were fending off those they once called friends. Others were furiously scrabbling to find an exit, but all they got was the claws of "Them" waiting for their next meal, and were promptly dragged off and never seen again, presumably becoming a human meal.
Shinji looked out the window, hoping to find the police, or the army, just someone who could help. But all he saw were masses of "Them" congregating in the grounds. He grimaced, realising that no help was coming any time soon. So he continued on his path, avoiding "Them" and trying to find a teacher, or anyone who could tell him what the hell was going on. | Name: Shinji Haraguchi
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 183lbs
Nationality: Japanese
Class: 2A
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Unarmed
Current Location: Corridors
Appearance: Click!
Personality: Shinji helps those who need help, but he refuses to willingly put himself in danger. After watching his classmates turn into vicious zombies, he lost a bit of his sanity and is distrustful of people, until he decides that they're fine and actually aren't out to eat his flesh. He is somewhat of a coward, as he will run from danger instead of towards it.
Background: Shinji enrolled at Fujimi Academy just like any other student, and spent most of his adolescent years there. He was of moderate popularity, and had a close group of friends. They spent every free minute with each other. Playing video games, going to the park, everything average teenage boys would do. When the undead rose, however, most of the circle was obliterated. Over half were eaten, and the rest were missing. Shinji decided he would do what he can to find them, but doesn't know where to start since he is alone and terrified of the things awaiting him outside. |
10,236 | 289 | 1 | 1,758 | 338 | Aiko Nobuyuki, Classroom 1b
Aiko had finished taking down her notes before the rest of the class, and was left to relax a little. She doodled in her notebook, but had kept her eye on the teacher. One of her classmates, Hayate, appeared to be ill but still came to school for some reason. He was always very quiet and sat in the back corner of the class, but today he had been acting somewhat strange. In the morning he lashed out at anyone asking if he was okay, and he had been holding his shoulder most of the time, as if soothing an injury. This whole lesson however, he had been sleeping, which would be normal, except this was english class, which was one of the lessons Hayate actually seemed to be really interested in.
Then it happened.
Hayate stood up suddenly in the middle of class, and began tearing at his best friend (who had been sitting in front of him), and once he got him in his clutches, he bit straight onto his brow! Everyone around them began panicking, and tried to get Hayate off of Mosu, who was now bleeding profusely with an exposed skull. Other students restrained Hayate, getting bitten in the process, while Mosu laid unconscious. Aiko watched from the other side of the classroom as five students struggled to keep Hayate from attacking Mosu.
And then Mosu woke up. He tore open Chie's ankle, and everyone in the front half of the classroom rushed out, with Hayate running- no, SHAMBLING after them. Chie could not get away from Mosu, as he gnawed at her leg, and her screams penetrated the remaining students' ears; including Aiko's. Everyone backed off towards the back door of the classroom, but Mosu soon caught a whiff of them and stood up, blocking a small handful from escaping. Aiko was part of the small handful. Out of pure fear she grabbed the arm of the nearest boy, Uzo, a delinquent who for some reason decided to actually come to class today. He too was terrified, and pushed Aiko towards Mosu, hoping that she would be bait. This was the moment Aiko decided to act. As Mosu lunged towards her, she ducked underneath a table, leaving Uzo as Mosu's target. Her friends Yukiko and Ryu immediately yelled at and kicked Uzo towards Mosu after seeing what he had done to their friend, and went underneath the table to meet with Aiko.
The trio then attempted to crawl their way towards the front of the class, noticing that a few other students were cowering near their seats. Yukiko began to tremble, and went into the fetal position, crying as she did so. Aiko and Ryu stopped to reassure her, but Chie began to crawl towards them. After seeing what people who had been bitten begin to do, Aiko began to pull Yukiko with all her strength, trying to get her back on her feet before Chie gets to them. Unfortunately, Yukiko was too far gone, and Chie pounced on her just as she looked up at Aiko. Ryu was the one who stopped Aiko from trying to help Yukiko. She slammed Aiko against the wall, and yelled at her to get her shit together, a side of Ryu Aiko had never seen before. Shit was serious. Aiko then looked behind Ryu and noticed "injured" students shambling into the class, recognising some of them as the students that tried to restrain Hayate earlier. It looked as if there was no escape unless... the window!
She looked at Ryu with more determined eyes and said in a hushed yet hurried tone, "We can't get out through the doors! We need to go out the window!" Ryu turned behind her and immediately turned back, nodding urgently. They opened the window, and Aiko went out first, and shuffled along the ledge to allow space for Ryu to climb out. She assisted her, and they smiled at each other. They were now probably safer than they were before climbing out. "Now we just have to wait for help to arrive!"
Crash.
All sense of optimism had disappeared in an instant. "They" had smashed through the window between Aiko and Ryu, and grabbed Ryu, and in the ensuing chaos, Ryu ended up falling off the ledge, plunging down three stories and taking Ozu with her. Aiko was powerless to stop this, and could only watch as Ryu's beautiful smile was the last moment she would have with her best friend. The tears began to stream as she moved away from the window, and was now trapped as she watched "them" mindlessly toss themselves out the open window in an attempt to catch her. There was no escape for her. | Aiko Nobuyuki
Gender: Female
Age: 14 (The youngest in her class)
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 85lbs
Nationality: Japanese
Class: 1b
Occupation: Student
Weapons: None
Current Location: 1b Classroom
Personality:
Aiko was a very carefree individual, although quite talented and academically gifted; she has skipped a year ahead, as she would've been in her final year of junior high. Nevertheless, she was very caring and cheerful amongst her peers, always laughing with them and somehow sticking out as "the short girl" of the group. When the outbreak hit, however, Aiko became braver and more protective, difficult as that may be; being as tiny as she is. She is very weak physically, though mentally she has dealt with the outbreak a lot more headstrong than her friends. She is also somewhat nimble, which helps her rush past the undead a lot more easily.
Background:
Aiko was part of the art club, expressing herself artistically and even winning a few competitions! In school, she was nearly top of the class, but when approached for more important positions like class representative, she would often decline. She just wanted to be a normal girl, having fun with her normal friends without having any more responsibilities than she had to. At home, she had a loving mom and a busy dad, and a 3 year old younger sister who she would always play with after school. |
10,237 | 289 | 2 | 2,641 | 474 | Maya Noto, Rooftop
Before all of this mess had occured, Maya had simply been skipping class due to her not having the slightest interest in it. She had a lollipop in her mouth as she relaxed herself, resting against the fence. "Who needs anything when you've got this?" Maya quietly said to herself, she had closed her eyes to let all of her worries away. Maya wasn't in any clubs, so she had barely any friends as it was, she scares most of them off with her unique look that she bares. But then... she heard something... and it was loud.
"A scream?" Maya asked herself as she got up from the ground, it was normally very quiet at the school during class times, so did somebody get hurt? Maya looked around the perimeter of the school to notice anything suspicious, and she saw did see something suspicious. People were coming in and attacking the school, some of them even looked... decayed. "What the fuck is this?" Maya widened her eyes slightly, but... something was starting to fill her emptiness inside, what could it have been?
"...I guess it's time to shine for once. Screw being the overall hero." Maya said as she heard even more screams from the school, she picked up her bag of sweets and shoved them inside of her jacket before heading down the stairs.
I want to at least find some people to survive with, as long as it isn't a bunch of screws, or even the members of the student council who would scold her 24/7. | Maya Noto
Gender
Female
Age
16
Height
5'9
Weight
135 pounds
Nationality
American
Class
2A
Occupation
Student
Weapons
N/A
Current Location
Rooftop
Personality
Maya has a very relaxed personality, she always just seems so bored and is wanting some amusement for herself. She never idealized for any lovers, despite being asked multiples times with her turning them down every single time. She would usually just listen to some J-Rock music in her spare time, she isn't even considered a serious student by anybody. Most of the time Maya would just skip class and go to the rooftop to hang out, it was like her little bubble that nobody would go into. Maya can come off as scary to some people, due to all of her earrings on her left ear, as well as the accessories with skulls and spikes on them. Deep down under her somewhat scary attire, she is actually a nice person, only if you're on her good side that is.
Maya would just sit on the rooftop and have a little bit of her candy stash that she brings into school everyday, she was always found out and scolded by the teachers though. Yes she continued to do it anyways. When it came to them, she wasn't believing it at first, but came to terms with it like some of the video games that she had played. But this time, there weren't extra lives.
It's either live. Or die.
Background
Maya was born in Japan by her two American parents, they had moved there when Maya's mother was 6 months pregnant, and decided to make Japan their home for a long time. At an early age, Maya was diagnosed with brain cancer and had been in hospital for most of her childhood years. She barely ever went to school due to how fatal her condition was getting, she never met any friends, it was just her mother and father who were with her. When Maya was 10 she had left the hospital as her condition had improved vastly, but she was always told that it may one day come back to her. Maya had been worried about it coming back for about two years, being paranoid about it, but after a while she eventually got over it and accepted it. Maya eventually went back to school when she was twelve, starting to learn more and more about the world that she barely even had to see.
Maya eventually came across Gothic Lolita fashion, she was fascinated by it and wished to look like the ones who she saw in the images online. She then started to get the clothing, earrings and accessories necessary to complete her look, but for some time after that she just felt... empty. She had been this way since present time, she had no feelings for anything, and had barely any friends. Her grades were failing as well, so she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere near university, she didn't even know what she wanted to do as a job. But when they hit, a hint of terror and excitement had filled her up.
"Zombies? Isn't that kinda cool."
Theme Song |
10,238 | 289 | 3 | 2,285 | 5,789 | Before the screaming happened, Ash was having his break and kicked up his feet in an empty class room, he was going over grades homework and other class work, going through most of the work Ash found something that really annoyed him, Maya's work, he didn't really see anything for her and the little that he did see of her work and homework was severely lacking.
Ash slammed his fist into his desk and stood up he was gonna look for her and force her to finish her unfinished and blank work and homework on his desk as he went out to get her to finish everything she was missing, after asking a couple of the other teachers where Maya was it wasn't long before he was walking towards the stair well.
As he went to the stair well heading to the roof he could've swore he heard someone screaming, but he shook it off, feeling as his nerves were getting to him, he must have been having a long day and thought he was just hearing things, the climb to the roof during the stair well was just cut short when Maya came running down the stairs and ran face first into him, he stood still and looked at Maya with a clear look of anger on his face.
" There you are ! How many times have people told you not to go the roof, huh ?! I willing to over look chilling out on the roof if you come back to my class and finish off this work I gave you." He told her. He didn't know what was going on outside and wondered why she was running for a second, but then he just put it off and kept glaring at his student wondering what she'll say. | Name: Ashton "Ash" Apollo
Gender:Male
Age:27
Height:6'1
Weight:250
Nationality: American
Class: 2A
Occupation: Teacher
Weapons: Bare hands
Current Location: Roof
Personality: Ash considered himself a hard teacher and would usually be very blunt and very harsh with his students, but only to make sure that they gotten the subjects that he taught them, he was one of the teachers that would keep a student after class and yell at them to get the problems right while doing his best to teach who ever isn't getting it.
He can sometimes be very heavy handed in his approach on teaching students and would protect his students to the best of his abilities, he may come off as a harsh thug but he means well in the end, Ash is smarter than he looks and thinks more about the future than he thinks about the past. Under his harsh and almost brute like exterior Ash is a kind and almost a selfless person, almost, he will look out for his students, but he won't get himself killed to save someone that he knows he can't save.
Background: If you were to tell Ash when he was 16 that he'd be a teacher he'd tell you your an idiot. Ash was one of the guys in highschool that thought he wouldn't be doing much as soon as school was over for him, he figured that he'd get a cool job that he'd love to do, but his parents forced him to got to college and get a teaching degree so he could be a teacher and not get in trouble on the streets to become a thug and or a bum, or go nowhere with his life.
His years at college went by very slowly for him and when he was finished his years, he moved away from his parents and out of the state so he wouldn't be around them and so he could make his own choices, the place he went to was Japan, he went to work for a school in Japan to teach some of the Japanese students English and hoped to teach another subject over time if the school would have him, when They attacked Ash was tracking down one of his failing students and deafen them with yelling and tell them to get their grades together. |
10,239 | 289 | 4 | 306 | 50 | Catherine Matsui, Horticultural Classroom
Cat stood leaning out of a vacant classrooms window deeply inhaling from a freshly lit blunt, holding it for a moment before slowly exhaling through her nose contently watching as the smoke dissipated with the breeze outside. Her relaxation interrupted when screams echo'd from the far ends of the corridors, "sounds like someone broke a nail again oh my gawd! the horror!" she said sarcastically to no one while mimicking with her hands, the screaming got louder joined by other massed screams & sounds of banging & thumping echoing along the corridors. Cat curious to what on earth was going on placed the joint on the nearby table next to the window as she went to go see what was happening, Barely stepping out the class door she looked on in both horror and surprise at the sight of mutilated people attacking others "wha-" Two people slammed into her pushing her back into the class room and shutting the door behind as they did so, both of them in a panic a dolled up bottle blonde with way to much makeup looked at Cat and in a fit of misdirected confusion, anger, or fear spoke out loudly "Oh just great! everything goes to shit & i wind up stuck in a room with the queen of delinquents?!, what are you doing in here anywa-" She was cut off by Cat who'd closed the short distance and stared her down face to face "now, now calm down or you'll ruin your makeup!" she said intimidatingly making the bottle blonde go quiet as a mouse.
Cat tried to peek through the rectangular window in the classroom door to see into the corridor nodding to the guy who'd also barged in "whats happening?", The guy a little calmer now stepped away from the door as the other girl began pacing up & down the room trying to think. The guy took a breath before speaking "no idea one minuet everything was fine the next people where attacking & biting each-other like some cheep horror movie or something?". Cat turned away from the door looking at them "So... quietly ride it out till, it's sorted scenario?", the guy dident look so convinced and was going to argue against the idea but the other girl nodded vigorously & hurriedly spoke "Yes, yes that's what to do!, J-just, just wait & the teachers will fix it! then my dad will sue them for not having proper security or something! yea!...". Cat mentally could hear herself saying "O...K... then..." sarcastically as she walked back across the classroom to the far window when the door burst open a student who looked like half his neck was missing charged in flying past where cat had been standing a moment ago and body slammed into the guy tearing into him the lass near her screaming hysterically in a panic, With little time to think Cat looked around and quickly reached towards an indoor gardening troth next to another window grabbing a lengthy piece of steel-rebar which was acting as a support for garden-pea stems to grow along. Cat fearlessly charged at the attacker thinking nothing of bludgeoning the back of his skull the the metal rod till it collapsed lifelessly on-top of the guy it was attacking, Kicking the lifeless attacker aside Cat paused looking down at the victims wounds blood pouring everywhere.
The blonde spoke up in shock which snapped Cat out of her momentary pause "I'll go get a first aid kit there's gotta be one in the office next door!" without a thought the girl took off out the room, Cat knelt down beside the guy trying to stop some of the bleeding if any as she shouted in reply "he's gonna need more than a band-aid! grab anything useful you can find!" Cat looked at the guy trying to jest "Your girlfriend has some merit at least huh?" the guy spat up blood as he laughed "...sister..not-" he coughed up more blood "Yikes! my bad... now i feel more sorry for ya, that one has a sharp-tongue on her i can tell ya that from experience". she jested as the guy was still coughing up blood till Cat helped to elevate & tilt him to spit it out, after a while he managed to speak clearly "...don't make me laugh it hurts, please..." he said smiling. A loud scream came from the doorway, Cat ran over to the door to see several lumbering bodies in-between her the blonde she screamed again before throwing a large first aid box at Cat before taking off running in the opposite direction. Cat stumbled to catch the box she went to shout wait when she looked up to see the lumbering bodies turn to face her, not wasting a second Cat threw the box onto a nearby desk shut the door & desperately tugged on the top corner of a large filing cabinet till it tipped over across the door slamming against a desk which half held it up seconds before the door was forced open but slammed against the cabinet preventing much room for the door to swing open. Cat backed away looking back at the guy nodding in reassurance before looking around and in the back of the class was a smaller disused door to another room, Cat charged over to find it locked in a panic Cat kept trying to kick & body-slam the door open to no avail when a metal click sounded and it opened from the other side cat looked up in surprise, smiling & almost shouting "Blondie!" The panting girl put her hand on her hips "It's Nami!, not blondie!" she grinned but they where interrupted by obscured moans & then struggled gurgling rushing halfway over to see a legless student had crawled through the gap in the door, under the cabinet and took a bite though the guys neck h'd stopped struggling his eyes going lifeless shortly after.
Blondie or rather the girl named Nami froze in shock trying to scream or speak but unable to find her voice while staring at her brother in shock, Cat was about to say something when the door & cabinet creaked loudly as the door burst open a dozen of the creatures came toppling into the room, the cabinet now awkwardly angled ended up landing on-top of the crawler that was eating the guy pinning it in place, not that it seemed to care as it was busy eating. Cat more reacting than thinking grabbed the aid kit shoving it into Nami's hands & pushing her back to the way she'd came in, cat paused again seemingly i a panicked daze to grab the joint she'd left near the window before hurriedly forcing Nami into the next room slamming the door shut behind & locking it. Cat managed to frenziedly pile some chairs & tables in-front of the small door before she regained her composure, absorbing the situation in its entirety now she nipped out the joint & pocketed it, It slowly dawned on her she was still holding onto the rebar in her other hand as she did so, half spoken mumbling caught her attention as the shock stricken Nami was trembling Cat placed the rebar down on a desk & took the aid kit off Nami placing it next to the rod on the desk, Cat grabbed Nami's shoulders trying to comfort her but struggling to find what to say "It, Everything... I..." Nami burst into tears screaming "i wanna go home!" at the top of her lungs as she tugged away from Cat & ran towards this rooms main doors into another corridor which connected to the previous one. Cat ran after her in an attempt to stop Nami but the girl shot off at full speed again evading everything down the corridor as she went, Cat stopped when she reached the large sliding door due to the amount of mutilated people & corpses in the corridor she could only watch as Nami raced away vanishing around a distant corner.
Cat stood alone in silence for a moment before whispering "hope you make it home Nami..." in all sincerity hoping her parents will protect her, the thought triggered a mental picture of her own family in a brief moment of forgetfulness she check her pockets but stopped when she remembered she got into the habit of leaving her mobile phone in the van so it didn't get confiscated when it rang in class like usual, "...My van!" Cat slowly reassured herself of some assemblance of a plan to get out of here & home safely when echo's of distant screaming & shouting interrupted, Cat walked over & picked up the Steel rebar & the first aid kit in her other hand and spoke to reassure herself "Right find anyone else that's ok and then get to safety..." the screaming & shouting seemed to get louder "...Easier said than done by the sounds". Catherine took a deep breath to ready herself and then set off out of the room in search of others & an exit to the car parks, trying her best to avoid the 'eaters' along the way & kicking down or smacking rebar over the heads of any of the eaters that blocked her way down the corridors, most of the chaos seemed to have moved on to more populated areas of the school, However the isolation & thoughts of being alone during all this was slowly nibbling away at Cat in the back of her mind as she continued on down the corridors, trying to remain calm she pressed the play button on her mp3 player which was attached to her belt, quiet tunes began to play from the headphones around her neck but it did little to ease her worries. | She wears her father's flight jacket, a parting gift before she left.
Anna Powers
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Height:
5'7
Weight:
90lbs
Nationality:
The U.S.A.
Class:
2b
Occupation:
Student... I mean, come on now
Weapons:
Currently Unarmed... but not for looong!
Current Location:
Corridors
Personality:
Anna is your typical gung ho, cheeseburger eatin, "taste my shiny metal shotgun barrel you zombie fuck!", all american bada-
Actually, she's none of those things (okay, maybe the cheeseburger part..). Anna has a strong, leadership type of personality. While constantly skeptical of both people and her environment, she is fairly friendly and willing to help those she thinks she can save. The horror she has witnessed has, of course, put a damper on things to say the least, but she's not focused on that for now. For now, she's keeping her cool and is going through the motions to get out alive.
Background:
Anna was born in the United States and grew up there much of her life. She's a southerner of sorts, growing up in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Through much of her early life, she was very much a tomboy. Being raised by her father and no one else probably didn't help her become more "lady-like". She hunted, fished, and went to the shooting range from time to time. By her early teens, she began to get more into photography as a hobby, almost as a direct response to what she called the "hipster photography plague". More importantly, however, she was much more interested in the outside world.
Living in a small, seasonal coastal town drove her insane. Anna wanted to do so much more than just go to school, hangout, then go to bed every day. As part of a state and federal effort of expanding opportunities in education, an exchange program opened up for her school. Upon hearing about it, this was the adventure Anna had been waiting for. So, despite barely ever learning about Japan, or even speaking a word of Japanese, she ended up being the only one in her school to sign up for it.
Of course, Anna was chosen, and she was sent off at the beginning of her Junior year. And as one might expect, during the beginning, she had an incredibly hard time. From barely understanding what her tests said to the weird, unknown social rules and pressures, it was a challenge to say the least. Yet, despite this, she rose to it, learning quickly and making friends that would help her through it.
When the virus broke out, Anna saw things she would never forget. Right now its... its all a blur to her. A whirlwind of blood, violence, and screams.
The worst country to be in when the zombies take over..... |
10,240 | 289 | 5 | 2,684 | 63 | What seemed to be a normal day turned into a gut-wrenching, horrific, and frightening day.
Sweat broke out from the sides of her face as she clenched her hands together, trying to keep them from shaking. She sat on the floor in a quiet and empty hallway. The only hallway that hasn't yet been breached by the mass of the undead. Her breathing was unsteady, and her eyes unfocused.
*10 minutes earlier*
Good. None of the delinquents that hung around the back of the school to smoke were around today. Ayano breathed a sigh of relief, now planning to return to her classroom. As she made her way back inside the building, she couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something big was about to happen.
AHHH!
Suddenly, screams could be heard one after another from inside the classrooms. She could hear screams of anguish, tables and chairs falling and being thrown around, and windows breaking. There was utter chaos as the students began to fill the hallways, leaving their classrooms in horror and panic. "What's going on?" she asked one of girls that was running toward her. "Z-z-zombies.." the girl answered, frightened yet unsure.
"What?"
"Th-they're eating people." She shook involuntarily as tears started to stream down her face.
Before Ayano could ask her anything else, a student with blood on his mouth and his uniform ran toward them. He looked strange, like he wasn't himself. The look in his eyes were the eyes of a predator hunting down its prey, and it sent shivers down her spine. He lunged at them, and Ayano quickly pushed the girl off aside, grabbing the knife from the sheath that was wrapped around her leg just under her skirt. The sharp knife pierced through his chest, and he dropped to the ground, screaming in pain before slowly losing consciousness. "What the hell is going on?!" Her voice trembled, and her hands slightly shook from the shock of stabbing a fellow student. She looked at the girl to search for answers, but she was already gone from sight. She must have ran away.
Ayano quickly ran toward her classroom, desperate to look for her two best friends. Her eyes quickly darted around the room, searching for their faces. The room was a mess; chairs and tables everywhere, broken windows, blood splattered on the floor like paint. A sudden movement caught the corner of her eye, and she drew in closer to get a better look. It was her homeroom teacher. His face and mouth were covered in blood, dripping down to his clothes. He was.. feeding.. on her friend. Her eyes grew wide, and she felt her heart stop for a second. All the blood left her face, and she felt glued to the ground, unable to move. "N-no. It can't be. I-I.." Her legs started to shake and she fell to her knees, burying her face in her palms. The sight was enough to make her gag, but the overwhelming sadness and shock replaced those feelings of disgust.
*Present*
tick. tock. tick. tock.
Ayano could hear her wristwatch in the dead silence as she wrapped her arms around her knees, her face buried in the dark hallow. Images of her dead friends friends flashed through her head, and she bit her lip as she forced those thoughts aside. The screams have died down and now it was peacefully quiet. Did everyone die? Probably. The other floors must be filled with the undead. She was alone in a pool of flesh-eating monsters and she was unable to move. No one was coming to save her.
She was going to die and turn into a vicious monster herself. | Ayano Tachibana
Gender:Female
Age: 17 years old
Height: 5'6
Weight: 93lbs
Nationality: British/Japanese
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Pocket knife
Current Location: Corridors
Personality:
Before the deadly virus that swept through the population, Ayano was part of the student council. She was known to be hardworking, smart, and capable. She was also known for her short-temper and strict personality, and you would always find her fighting delinquents. Her friends would often tell her to be more "feminine" but she would always dismiss them and tell them it was pathetic. Ayano was very bold and straightforward. After the virus, she watched all of her friends turn into flesh-eating monsters and watched them get killed one by one. This was a huge blow to her psychologically, and the trauma makes her too afraid to fight. She suffers from serious emotional and psychological trauma, causing her to experience panic attacks.
Background:
Ayano was an independent girl who lived alone in a condominium. Both her parents worked overseas, and she had to start living independently since the start of highschool. Because of this, she was very responsible and hated seeing other people slack off. Atthough she seemed harsh and aggressive at first glance, she had a lot of friends because of her good and caring personality. |
10,241 | 289 | 6 | 2,684 | 63 | Anna Powers, Corridors
"So this is happening... This.... THIS!? THIS!?!?!?"
It was the thought that persisted in the mind of Anna as she made her way down the hallway. A loud noise in the adjacent classroom caused her to duck behind some lockers, only seconds before the classroom doors burst open. A student, screaming and crying fell through as his former classmates descended upon his body. As scenes of horrific gore began to occur, Anna dashed by the man eaters while they were preoccupied with their feast.
"Of all the ridiculous, asinine, downright retarded ways that my life could end!"
Anna's pace began to quicken.
"THIS! THIS is what's going to try to get me! A fucking zombie outbreak!? I mean really!!!"
Tears now began to fall.
"And of course, it happens here, while I'm half way across the world, in a country where people are packed like fucking sardines!"
Anna fell to her knees, staring down the blood soaked hall of the school. Various zombies wandered while others sat and devoured their fellow classmates. Gore and bile pooled around them, completing this nightmarish reality.
"I....I don't understand... why now? Why ever? What the fuck is going on?" Anna whispered to herself. The zombies took little notice of the prey sat near them in the hallway as they were more interested in their fresh kills. This gave time for Anna to compose herself a little, rising off the floor. "Gah.... screw this... I can't... I can't think about that right now dammit! I need to keep moving." Thus she quickly jogged by the zombies further down the hall. Anna came to a stair case. Now, further below, she heard the screams of the living and the moans of the dead while above, she heard practically nothing at all. Making the quick, smart decision, she decided to head upwards. Anna reached a relatively quieter floor. It seemed most of the students had left this part for the exit. Either way, things were getting unsettlingly quiet for Anna, so she kept her guard up. She rounded a corner and saw a single student balled up against the wall. She looked understandibly shell shocked, probably not even noticing Anna's arrival.
Anna approached cautiously, but not threateningly, making her motions very deliberate and slow. "Hey." she said as she walked up to the girl. "Are you hurt?" | Ayano Tachibana
Gender:Female
Age: 17 years old
Height: 5'6
Weight: 93lbs
Nationality: British/Japanese
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Pocket knife
Current Location: Corridors
Personality:
Before the deadly virus that swept through the population, Ayano was part of the student council. She was known to be hardworking, smart, and capable. She was also known for her short-temper and strict personality, and you would always find her fighting delinquents. Her friends would often tell her to be more "feminine" but she would always dismiss them and tell them it was pathetic. Ayano was very bold and straightforward. After the virus, she watched all of her friends turn into flesh-eating monsters and watched them get killed one by one. This was a huge blow to her psychologically, and the trauma makes her too afraid to fight. She suffers from serious emotional and psychological trauma, causing her to experience panic attacks.
Background:
Ayano was an independent girl who lived alone in a condominium. Both her parents worked overseas, and she had to start living independently since the start of highschool. Because of this, she was very responsible and hated seeing other people slack off. Atthough she seemed harsh and aggressive at first glance, she had a lot of friends because of her good and caring personality. |
10,242 | 289 | 7 | 2,641 | 474 | Maya Noto
Maya noticed that she had run into to someone, and this certain someone was her teacher which made her a little irritated. She stepped back and grit her teeth due to the uneasiness that he was giving her in the moment. Then she started to get a scolding from her teacher, telling her to go back and do her work immediately. But she just brushed it off, being the isolated person she was. She put her hands into her pockets before jerking her head towards another scream that was heard. "Did you hear that sir? I guess my education will have to wait due to the school being attacked by those guys." Maya grinned before she looked back at her teacher.
"School is no more than a harvesting service, take a look at what it happening to people. They are being eaten alive by them." Maya dropped her grin as she cracked her knuckles, listening to the sounds of windows breaking, and thumping being heard. | Maya Noto
Gender
Female
Age
16
Height
5'9
Weight
135 pounds
Nationality
American
Class
2A
Occupation
Student
Weapons
N/A
Current Location
Rooftop
Personality
Maya has a very relaxed personality, she always just seems so bored and is wanting some amusement for herself. She never idealized for any lovers, despite being asked multiples times with her turning them down every single time. She would usually just listen to some J-Rock music in her spare time, she isn't even considered a serious student by anybody. Most of the time Maya would just skip class and go to the rooftop to hang out, it was like her little bubble that nobody would go into. Maya can come off as scary to some people, due to all of her earrings on her left ear, as well as the accessories with skulls and spikes on them. Deep down under her somewhat scary attire, she is actually a nice person, only if you're on her good side that is.
Maya would just sit on the rooftop and have a little bit of her candy stash that she brings into school everyday, she was always found out and scolded by the teachers though. Yes she continued to do it anyways. When it came to them, she wasn't believing it at first, but came to terms with it like some of the video games that she had played. But this time, there weren't extra lives.
It's either live. Or die.
Background
Maya was born in Japan by her two American parents, they had moved there when Maya's mother was 6 months pregnant, and decided to make Japan their home for a long time. At an early age, Maya was diagnosed with brain cancer and had been in hospital for most of her childhood years. She barely ever went to school due to how fatal her condition was getting, she never met any friends, it was just her mother and father who were with her. When Maya was 10 she had left the hospital as her condition had improved vastly, but she was always told that it may one day come back to her. Maya had been worried about it coming back for about two years, being paranoid about it, but after a while she eventually got over it and accepted it. Maya eventually went back to school when she was twelve, starting to learn more and more about the world that she barely even had to see.
Maya eventually came across Gothic Lolita fashion, she was fascinated by it and wished to look like the ones who she saw in the images online. She then started to get the clothing, earrings and accessories necessary to complete her look, but for some time after that she just felt... empty. She had been this way since present time, she had no feelings for anything, and had barely any friends. Her grades were failing as well, so she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere near university, she didn't even know what she wanted to do as a job. But when they hit, a hint of terror and excitement had filled her up.
"Zombies? Isn't that kinda cool."
Theme Song |
10,243 | 289 | 8 | 316 | 11 | KONOHA "WYNTER" SHIROE,ROOFTOP.
He calmly took each step up toward the rooftop. His light blue letter bag felt weightless, which he knew would not last long. For soon, he would receive his textbooks. Then homework, then articles, then notes, and assignments, and--. The list went on in his head. He yawned sleepily, ad put his hand up to his mouth. He approached the roof door, and turned the knobe and pushed the door open slightly, making his way outside, and closing the door shut behind him. He sighed, and turned back around. Only to discover. A teacher! Wait, he was already scolding another student. Wynter stood frozen. Could he sneak away? His legs wouldn't move. He could NOT get in trouble this early in the game! His aunt would kill him. Suddenly, a scream, sending a ring in his ears, came from not to far away. His head turned attentively, and he ran up to the fence around the railing around the roof that kept people from simply just walking off the edge of the building and falling to their death. He flung open his letterbag, and pulled out his phone. He dialed the three numbers. No! He was an idiot! This wasn't America! Would nine one one even work? He pushed the device back into his bag. No, even if he had called, no-one could save those people. Blood, everywhere. He could see the painted walls as far as the other side of the school. Walls, painted in the blood of people he had been around for the past week. Their existances just. Dissapearing in mere instants. he hadn't even known about such carnage until a few moments ago. A murder? No, he realized then what he was dealing with. He was anticipating this moment, but the sudden move had thrown him off guard. How could he consider himself a survivalist without even having a plan? He immediately sprung to the rooftop door. What could he use to bar it? That's it! A drainage pipe ran down into the building to the right of the door. He pulled off his right shoe, and beat the sides of the pipe used to connect it to the wall. After he unhinged it, he began crushing the pipe, smashing it with hit foot multiple times. It was hollow, and almost as vulnerable as aluminum, but it would give him some time to think should those things make their way up here. Just as he was about to bar the already locked door, he froze, and turned around quickly. Two of them were still here! Where they bitten? He Grabbed hold of the top of the door frame, and pulled himself on top of the roof of the stairs, which was about 10 feet up from the roof where the teacher and student were. The pip was finished, all he had needed to do was stick it into the door. Sadly, he left it on the floor without completing his task. He backed away slowly until only his head was visible to the two as he peered down at them. "H-h-hello....?" he said, with a hint of confusion that seemed to ask, "What are you doing up here?" and "Are you bitten?". Though he wasn't sure what kind of zombies these were. Did the virus only come via a bloodborne disease? Were the schools water fountains poisoned? He shuddered at all the horrific possibilities. | Name: Konoha "Wynter" Shiroe
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Height:5'4
Weight: 115
Nationality: British/Japanese
Class: 3A
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Sharp tipped umbrella
Current Location: Sitting on A building's stairs (3rd floor).
Personality: Wynter is a shy, overall quiet boy. He loves music, photography, and loves to sing. He's never really had any friends, moving around so much, so he considers his aunt to be the closest thing to one! He's alone almost always, but he doesn't consider himself to be antisocial. And he certainly doesn't want to be. His family members call him Wynter because of how lonesome he seems, though he has adopted it as a positive thing. Under a great deal of stress, he can snap, and become a cold, uncontrollable monster that is swift with a blade, or any other weapon for that matter.
Background: Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new country, he's under a bit of stress it being his first month here. He'd normally be excited, being an extreme otaku and going to the home country. That is, if his parents' deaths hadn't been the reason he had moved here in the first place. His only family member who hadn't neglected to take him in, was his aunt Jess. She's nice enough. And so, he tries to carry on with the "normal" (lonesome) life he once had. His love of parkour keeps him up on the rooftops constantly, where he is heading now... |
10,244 | 289 | 9 | 2,643 | 221 | NAOTO, Toilet
Naoto was busy checking up on himself, he was in the toilet looking on a mirror. An alarm startled him, he looked once again on his clock and he noticed that it wasn't the time for lesson shift so the alarm must be for something else, Naoto ignored it like a passing fly. However, he began to worry as he heard screams and footsteps across the corridor. He placed his hands on the pocket and gently walked towards the toilet's door. He turned the knob and was greeted by terrifying view. A strange creature, no, his schoolmates were eating each others and some who were conscious were trying their best to avoid the mess. Naoto didn't know what to do, he was totally surprised and at the same time, scared. He decided to lock himself up on the toilet, the door was eventually blocked with heavy things, he thought that the things stacked behind the door were enough to hold the door from the "cannibals". Naoto began to step away from the door as things trying to barge in, the sounds of the door being crashed into was unpleasant on the ears. Naoto placed his hands on the wall, he tried to calm himself as he kept his sight on the door. Eventually, he found his hand gripping on a mop already. "Just in case!" Those words left his mouth and he broke the mop, creating a sharp end to use it as a weapon. | Name: Shiro
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Nationality: Japanese
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Broken Mop with Sharp end
Current Location: Toilet
Appearance:
FC: Gareki from Karneval
Personality: Naoto is a man whose been instilled with values. He is someone who believes strongly in being able to forge his own path by his own two hands, not by other people's hands. He's not opposed to fighting to protect his beliefs. Even if he looses. He's never set in his ways though he is constantly adapting to the world around him letting the way of the world help shape, define and re-define him. But his core beliefs never change. Fight for what you believe in, think with your head not your heart, if it's something that burns strongly within follow it. And help out those in need.
Background: Naoto was a laid-back guy but he is a strong-willed one, he didn't care much about the school and the lessons but he tried his best during exams, well, his hard work paid him well. His father tried to control him but he couldn't. He changed a lot since his mother passed away in an accident, about 2 years ago when he was 15. His favorite spot is the Toilet where he could reminisce about his past. He might be popular among the ladies in his class but he is ignorant about love because he doesn't understand it well. When the undead rose, he was looking on the mirror in a toilet but he wasn't aware of the situation. |
10,245 | 289 | 10 | 223 | 155 | Shinji Haraguchi, Corridors
Shinji sighed as his cowardice took him over, and he found himself hiding in a janitor's closet. He wasn't sure if he was seen as he scrambled into his makeshift safe haven, so he sat against the door, hoping he would function as some kind of barricade just in case "They" tried to pry their way in. Outside, he could hear the screaming of students and teachers as they battled fruitlessly against the unrelenting hordes of undead, and the low moans and groans of "Them", as they did their hardest to force the living to become their meals. Shinji silently scolded himself for being too quick to run away, but told himself it was why he was still alive.
After around five minutes, he decided on taking a look outside to see if the coast was clear. Realising the horrifying sounds had died off minutes ago, Shinji inched the door open, biting his tongue every time it squeaked, expecting the entire school to come after him. Peeking into the corridors, he saw they were coated with blood. It was on the floor, the walls and some had even made it onto the ceiling. Shinji even saw a few fingers littered on the ground. He raised a hand to his mouth, to stop himself from vomiting. It was like something out of a nightmare. Shinji tried his hardest to wake himself up, but it was to no avail.
Forcing himself into the empty corridor, Shinji stepped over each puddle of blood, trying to not slip over. It was fairly quiet. The occasional groan caused Shinji to stop and look over his shoulder, expecting his doom to be right behind him. Looking out the window into the courtyard below, he saw that the mass of undead had increased. It seemed they came in through the school's main gate and the population of the academy just added to their ranks. If there were that many in the grounds, who knew how many were lurking in the building? Shinji shook the thought out his each and rounded a corner.
Somebody was on the floor. Bleeding profusely from a wound on his hand. The student was clutching at it, willing it to stop, but no success. Shinji made his way over and was about to ask if he was OK, when the boy, who was about the same age as Shinji, just stopped moving. His pale skin stood in contrast with the pool of blood around him, and his hand didn't stop. As Shinji stood a few meters from the body, it began twitching once more. Shinji was still in shock, as he hadn't watched somebody bleed out before. He'd seen his teacher go berserk, but he didn't stay behind to watch. The boy slowly got up, stumbling as he did so. He faced away from Shinji.
"Are you OK?" Shinji called out, not realising the grave error he just made.
The boy turned. His eyes were paler than his skin. Shinji backed away, avoiding the blood puddles. The boy lunged, screeching as he did so. Shinji yelped, turned on his heel and took off. He couldn't go to fast, for he would slip on blood and become easy prey. Peering back down the corridor, he saw the boy was pursuing him, not caring for his own well-being. Only wanting to get his next meal. He was no longer human. He was just another member of the undead ranks who's only goal was to infect every last living person, Shinji included. Hearing the groans of other infected beings, Shinji ran off to the nearest staircase, which led up to the second floor of the school. | Name: Shinji Haraguchi
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 183lbs
Nationality: Japanese
Class: 2A
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Unarmed
Current Location: Corridors
Appearance: Click!
Personality: Shinji helps those who need help, but he refuses to willingly put himself in danger. After watching his classmates turn into vicious zombies, he lost a bit of his sanity and is distrustful of people, until he decides that they're fine and actually aren't out to eat his flesh. He is somewhat of a coward, as he will run from danger instead of towards it.
Background: Shinji enrolled at Fujimi Academy just like any other student, and spent most of his adolescent years there. He was of moderate popularity, and had a close group of friends. They spent every free minute with each other. Playing video games, going to the park, everything average teenage boys would do. When the undead rose, however, most of the circle was obliterated. Over half were eaten, and the rest were missing. Shinji decided he would do what he can to find them, but doesn't know where to start since he is alone and terrified of the things awaiting him outside. |
10,246 | 289 | 11 | 2,285 | 5,789 | Maya Noto
Maya noticed that she had run into to someone, and this certain someone was her teacher which made her a little irritated. She stepped back and grit her teeth due to the uneasiness that he was giving her in the moment. Then she started to get a scolding from her teacher, telling her to go back and do her work immediately. But she just brushed it off, being the isolated person she was. She put her hands into her pockets before jerking her head towards another scream that was heard. "Did you hear that sir? I guess my education will have to wait due to the school being attacked by those guys." Maya grinned before she looked back at her teacher.
"School is no more than a harvesting service, take a look at what it happening to people. They are being eaten alive by them." Maya dropped her grin as she cracked her knuckles, listening to the sounds of windows breaking, and thumping being heard.
" What ?!" Was the only thing Ash could manage to say to her, he sighed and wondered what went through this girl's head," Don't play the pronoun game with me who's Those or what are those." He asked, as another scream tore through the air, it was obvious now that he wasn't just having a long day today, it was something else that was going on right now and from the sounds of the screams he didn't like it one bit, Ash groaned and thought that someone was in a fight or something and Maya was overreacting.
" Yeah sadly it means that I will have to stop a fight or something and it pisses me off." He told her rubbing the back of his head, he ignored what she said about school being a harvesting service or what ever she said, she then said take a look at what is happening to people, Ash didn't get to be lucky enough to catch anyone being eaten alive or the dead walking around, he didn't get what she was doing and when he heard windows shattering, Ash put a hand up to tell her that he'll check it out." You seem shaken up by something I'll check this out you stay here."
Ash walked down the steps slowly and as he gotten closer to the origins of the sound, part of him began to feel a little on edge, and a little nervous, the heavy set teacher walked down the steps to the sound with his hands in his pockets and as he gotten closer to it he heard another sound, it sounded like meat being ripped from something and a dripping sound. The moment he was three steps from the landing he saw them, it was a group of people that looked like they were eating a girl that was wearing one of the school's uniforms." W-what the hell ?" Was all he could utter as one of Them turned from their meal to look at him.
The creature stood up and began walking towards him and when it gotten close to him a single step away, The burly teacher just punched the creature back and knocked it back down onto the landing and onto the other creatures that were eating the student. The teen that they were eating was long dead from the bites they gave them and from the lower section of stairs Ash could see more of them coming up," Shit it's bad down here turn back to the roof !" Ash yelled as he began running back up the steps catching up to Maya." Maya go run back up to the roof I'm right behind you." He said as he gotten closer to her with Them right behind him crawling up the steps. | Name: Ashton "Ash" Apollo
Gender:Male
Age:27
Height:6'1
Weight:250
Nationality: American
Class: 2A
Occupation: Teacher
Weapons: Bare hands
Current Location: Roof
Personality: Ash considered himself a hard teacher and would usually be very blunt and very harsh with his students, but only to make sure that they gotten the subjects that he taught them, he was one of the teachers that would keep a student after class and yell at them to get the problems right while doing his best to teach who ever isn't getting it.
He can sometimes be very heavy handed in his approach on teaching students and would protect his students to the best of his abilities, he may come off as a harsh thug but he means well in the end, Ash is smarter than he looks and thinks more about the future than he thinks about the past. Under his harsh and almost brute like exterior Ash is a kind and almost a selfless person, almost, he will look out for his students, but he won't get himself killed to save someone that he knows he can't save.
Background: If you were to tell Ash when he was 16 that he'd be a teacher he'd tell you your an idiot. Ash was one of the guys in highschool that thought he wouldn't be doing much as soon as school was over for him, he figured that he'd get a cool job that he'd love to do, but his parents forced him to got to college and get a teaching degree so he could be a teacher and not get in trouble on the streets to become a thug and or a bum, or go nowhere with his life.
His years at college went by very slowly for him and when he was finished his years, he moved away from his parents and out of the state so he wouldn't be around them and so he could make his own choices, the place he went to was Japan, he went to work for a school in Japan to teach some of the Japanese students English and hoped to teach another subject over time if the school would have him, when They attacked Ash was tracking down one of his failing students and deafen them with yelling and tell them to get their grades together. |
10,247 | 289 | 12 | 2,641 | 474 | Maya Noto
Maya was annoyed by this delusional teacher in front of her, he thought that this was all a single fight breaking out? She felt like creating one with her teacher, but then he decided to check out this mess for himself. She sighed in annoyance as he ran down the stairs, she started to kick at the ground due to the state of boredom she was in. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he runs back up to here. Maya had snickered to the thought she just had, she stared at the stairwell before looking up to see a boy. She noticed that he had been on top of the roof of the staircase somehow, she lifted an eyebrow at him before calmly sighing.
"Hey." Maya said in response to the boy, she noticed that the boy looked quite young, but that could come at an advantage for him. Being able to hide from these creatures. The boy then had asked another question. "What I'm doing up here? I was simply skipping the abomination known as class, and that delusional teacher decided to come 'scold' me. And am I bitten? Of course not, am I decayed and having the lust to eat you? No." Maya had replied to the boy, she then heard running towards their direction as she slightly widened her eyes.
"Whatever!" Maya had yelled in response back to the teacher, she looked down to see a broken pipe on the ground, she looked back up at the boy for a second before picking it up and running back. "Hey kid, you stay up there, they won't reach you." Maya had said to the boy as she held the broken pipe up in front of her. She was slightly curious how the pipe got there, but there were hits into the pipe, so it surely would have been the boys doing.
"Do you mind being our lookout?" Maya quickly asked the boy.
"Oh, and the name's Maya." | Maya Noto
Gender
Female
Age
16
Height
5'9
Weight
135 pounds
Nationality
American
Class
2A
Occupation
Student
Weapons
N/A
Current Location
Rooftop
Personality
Maya has a very relaxed personality, she always just seems so bored and is wanting some amusement for herself. She never idealized for any lovers, despite being asked multiples times with her turning them down every single time. She would usually just listen to some J-Rock music in her spare time, she isn't even considered a serious student by anybody. Most of the time Maya would just skip class and go to the rooftop to hang out, it was like her little bubble that nobody would go into. Maya can come off as scary to some people, due to all of her earrings on her left ear, as well as the accessories with skulls and spikes on them. Deep down under her somewhat scary attire, she is actually a nice person, only if you're on her good side that is.
Maya would just sit on the rooftop and have a little bit of her candy stash that she brings into school everyday, she was always found out and scolded by the teachers though. Yes she continued to do it anyways. When it came to them, she wasn't believing it at first, but came to terms with it like some of the video games that she had played. But this time, there weren't extra lives.
It's either live. Or die.
Background
Maya was born in Japan by her two American parents, they had moved there when Maya's mother was 6 months pregnant, and decided to make Japan their home for a long time. At an early age, Maya was diagnosed with brain cancer and had been in hospital for most of her childhood years. She barely ever went to school due to how fatal her condition was getting, she never met any friends, it was just her mother and father who were with her. When Maya was 10 she had left the hospital as her condition had improved vastly, but she was always told that it may one day come back to her. Maya had been worried about it coming back for about two years, being paranoid about it, but after a while she eventually got over it and accepted it. Maya eventually went back to school when she was twelve, starting to learn more and more about the world that she barely even had to see.
Maya eventually came across Gothic Lolita fashion, she was fascinated by it and wished to look like the ones who she saw in the images online. She then started to get the clothing, earrings and accessories necessary to complete her look, but for some time after that she just felt... empty. She had been this way since present time, she had no feelings for anything, and had barely any friends. Her grades were failing as well, so she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere near university, she didn't even know what she wanted to do as a job. But when they hit, a hint of terror and excitement had filled her up.
"Zombies? Isn't that kinda cool."
Theme Song |
10,248 | 289 | 13 | 316 | 11 | Maya Noto
Maya was annoyed by this delusional teacher in front of her, he thought that this was all a single fight breaking out? She felt like creating one with her teacher, but then he decided to check out this mess for himself. She sighed in annoyance as he ran down the stairs, she started to kick at the ground due to the state of boredom she was in. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he runs back up to here. Maya had snickered to the thought she just had, she stared at the stairwell before looking up to see a boy. She noticed that he had been on top of the roof of the staircase somehow, she lifted an eyebrow at him before calmly sighing.
"Hey." Maya said in response to the boy, she noticed that the boy looked quite young, but that could come at an advantage for him. Being able to hide from these creatures. The boy then had asked another question. "What I'm doing up here? I was simply skipping the abomination known as class, and that delusional teacher decided to come 'scold' me. And am I bitten? Of course not, am I decayed and having the lust to eat you? No." Maya had replied to the boy, she then heard running towards their direction as she slightly widened her eyes.
"Whatever!" Maya had yelled in response back to the teacher, she looked down to see a broken pipe on the ground, she looked back up at the boy for a second before picking it up and running back. "Hey kid, you stay up there, they won't reach you." Maya had said to the boy as she held the broken pipe up in front of her. She was slightly curious how the pipe got there, but there were hits into the pipe, so it surely would have been the boys doing.
"Do you mind being our lookout?" Maya quickly asked the boy.
"Oh, and the name's Maya."
"S-sure.." he said shyly. "Its Ko--.." he thought for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak again. "It's Wynter." he said, delivering a sheepish smile. The remainder of his "family" was probrably dead by now, so he might as well use that name with people that are still alive. He crossed his legs, sitting atop the roof. He sighed. He didn't see the teacher go back inside. It would have been bad if he had barred the door then. He stared out into the courtyard, which was surprisingly empty, compared to the madness in the corridors of the school. Perhaps they could leave that way? He looked out into the horizon. Oh god. The city was in panic. Fires, smoke lifting into the horizon. The echoing of gunshots. He knew it must be chaos. They had to move away from the city. But how could he be sure where the virus had started. If he could pinpoint that location, they could find the safest way away from the larger hordes that would be bound to group together, which would be almost impossible to get past. These zombies didn't seem too slow either, but their eyesight didn't look very good. Besides the white pupils, they seemed to just turn their heads aimlessly. They must use their other senses. Unless he just never noticed how "lifeless" the undead could be. But then, how could he ever have known before this? He looked toward Maya for directions. | Name: Konoha "Wynter" Shiroe
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Height:5'4
Weight: 115
Nationality: British/Japanese
Class: 3A
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Sharp tipped umbrella
Current Location: Sitting on A building's stairs (3rd floor).
Personality: Wynter is a shy, overall quiet boy. He loves music, photography, and loves to sing. He's never really had any friends, moving around so much, so he considers his aunt to be the closest thing to one! He's alone almost always, but he doesn't consider himself to be antisocial. And he certainly doesn't want to be. His family members call him Wynter because of how lonesome he seems, though he has adopted it as a positive thing. Under a great deal of stress, he can snap, and become a cold, uncontrollable monster that is swift with a blade, or any other weapon for that matter.
Background: Being recently transferred to a new high school, in a new country, he's under a bit of stress it being his first month here. He'd normally be excited, being an extreme otaku and going to the home country. That is, if his parents' deaths hadn't been the reason he had moved here in the first place. His only family member who hadn't neglected to take him in, was his aunt Jess. She's nice enough. And so, he tries to carry on with the "normal" (lonesome) life he once had. His love of parkour keeps him up on the rooftops constantly, where he is heading now... |
10,249 | 289 | 14 | 2,643 | 221 | NAOTO, Staircase
At last, the banging sound on the door faded away as Zell left it alone and didn't move even an inch where he stood. After he calmed himself, he approached the door and slightly pushed all obstacles that blocked the door to the side. He sighed as he tried to comfort himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, Zell slightly turned the knob of the door and peeked to the outside. He was looking around the corridors and there were no one, literally no one but dead bodies were lying on the ground. It made him sick and the smell was disgusting. Zell held himself as he was about to vomit but he easily survived from his stomachache.
He took few steps to the outside while holding the broken mop on his right hand. "It seems the rooftop will be the safest place for me as I will be able to see around and plan thoroughly." He whispered as he tried not to catch any unwanted attention. He slightly rushed towards the staircase and made his way to the rooftop quickly. As he reached the upper floor, he encountered this creature, this undead was standing. Zell quickly bashed the undead's head to the side as the undead tried to approach Zell, Zell immediately pierced through the head with the broken mop's sharp end as the undead fell to the ground. It was one terrifying experience but on the same time, he received few excitements from killing the creature. However, as he reached the final staircase that separated him from the total free air of the rooftop, he heard a man shouting, this loud shout immediately attracted the undeads above Zell towards that man, Zell slightly annoyed, "This man seems like to die.". Anyway, Zell tried to care less and he followed the walkers behind as they rushed towards the rooftop, keeping safe distance between him and the group. Zell gripped his mop tightly as he sensed that those guys above might need help in exterminating the undead. | Name: Shiro
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Nationality: Japanese
Occupation: Student
Weapons: Broken Mop with Sharp end
Current Location: Toilet
Appearance:
FC: Gareki from Karneval
Personality: Naoto is a man whose been instilled with values. He is someone who believes strongly in being able to forge his own path by his own two hands, not by other people's hands. He's not opposed to fighting to protect his beliefs. Even if he looses. He's never set in his ways though he is constantly adapting to the world around him letting the way of the world help shape, define and re-define him. But his core beliefs never change. Fight for what you believe in, think with your head not your heart, if it's something that burns strongly within follow it. And help out those in need.
Background: Naoto was a laid-back guy but he is a strong-willed one, he didn't care much about the school and the lessons but he tried his best during exams, well, his hard work paid him well. His father tried to control him but he couldn't. He changed a lot since his mother passed away in an accident, about 2 years ago when he was 15. His favorite spot is the Toilet where he could reminisce about his past. He might be popular among the ladies in his class but he is ignorant about love because he doesn't understand it well. When the undead rose, he was looking on the mirror in a toilet but he wasn't aware of the situation. |
10,250 | 289 | 15 | 2,285 | 5,789 | When he saw Maya go back down Ash looked down to her and shook his head." Goddamn it." He cursed, Ash jumped down to her level and punched one of the creatures that climbed to up to her level." Don't you listen damn it ? This isn't some damn game !" Ash yelled and threw one of the creatures down the stairs and onto some of the others that were coming up the stairs." Get whatever shit is inside your ears out and get to the fucking Roof !" Ash yelled at her, he was angry and a vein sprouted onto one of his temples.
" I'm your teacher and I'm trying to keep you safe from this danger and you running into the danger isn't helping me keep you safe damn it, get to the roof and I won't keep yelling at you." Ash told her, he was directly angry that she just didn't listen to him, he told her it was bad down there and to go to the roof, and she just didn't listen, part of him wondered if her parents dropped Maya on her head for her to just do something like that, and almost before he could keep going, one of Them got close to him and lunged him.
Ash stumbled back and grabbed the creature by it's shoulders, the creature was dressed as one of the students and tried to lean forwards with it trying to chomp on him, Ash put a hand on the creature's neck and held it's head away from him to avoid being bitten by the creature, he took a split second to look at Maya and then turned back to looking at the creature's pale white eyes, it smelled like rotting meat and it's skin looked grey like a cloudy day, Ash still struggled wondering if Maya would help him and he wondered why this creature was almost stronger than him. | Name: Ashton "Ash" Apollo
Gender:Male
Age:27
Height:6'1
Weight:250
Nationality: American
Class: 2A
Occupation: Teacher
Weapons: Bare hands
Current Location: Roof
Personality: Ash considered himself a hard teacher and would usually be very blunt and very harsh with his students, but only to make sure that they gotten the subjects that he taught them, he was one of the teachers that would keep a student after class and yell at them to get the problems right while doing his best to teach who ever isn't getting it.
He can sometimes be very heavy handed in his approach on teaching students and would protect his students to the best of his abilities, he may come off as a harsh thug but he means well in the end, Ash is smarter than he looks and thinks more about the future than he thinks about the past. Under his harsh and almost brute like exterior Ash is a kind and almost a selfless person, almost, he will look out for his students, but he won't get himself killed to save someone that he knows he can't save.
Background: If you were to tell Ash when he was 16 that he'd be a teacher he'd tell you your an idiot. Ash was one of the guys in highschool that thought he wouldn't be doing much as soon as school was over for him, he figured that he'd get a cool job that he'd love to do, but his parents forced him to got to college and get a teaching degree so he could be a teacher and not get in trouble on the streets to become a thug and or a bum, or go nowhere with his life.
His years at college went by very slowly for him and when he was finished his years, he moved away from his parents and out of the state so he wouldn't be around them and so he could make his own choices, the place he went to was Japan, he went to work for a school in Japan to teach some of the Japanese students English and hoped to teach another subject over time if the school would have him, when They attacked Ash was tracking down one of his failing students and deafen them with yelling and tell them to get their grades together. |
10,251 | 289 | 16 | 306 | 50 | Catherine Matsui, Main school building
Cat wandered through the horticultural building every scream or cry for help she followed either eluded her or she found them too late, her efforts where attracting a steadily growing group of unwanted undead followers lumbering after wherever she went despite her best efforts to pass or avoid them on her travels through the corridors and rooms. Cat looking back seeing the group coming after her was now wall to wall in the corridors her nerves starting to get the better of her being unable to find anyone else, a body lunged from an office doorway, Cat just dodging its reach as the zombie face planted onto the floor. Shaking off her train of thought she noticed some of her pursuers where moving faster than the others & closing the distance "not good..." she mumbled before taking off down the corridors again towards the main building of the school.
Cat managed to avoid or beat down any zombies on her way down the corridors but was unable to lose the group in pursuit, just ahead she noticed the double doors to the main building & the foyer. Cat quickly got through the doors swiftly forcing them closed behind her, barely stopping herself from making any movement or noise when she looked around the place she had escaped into was packed with them aimlessly shuffling around, a lot of the zombies where obviously from outside of the school from what she could tell. Desperately Cat looked around quickly spotting a clear path over to another set of doors which lead deeper into the school, as if on Que she could hear shuffling & moans approaching from behind the doors she was holding shut, barely whispering as she sighed "oh give me a break for one minute..." having to risk it Cat took off running towards the other doors which lead further into the school, the soles of her boots screeching off the laminate floors as she ran attracting some more unwanted attention.
Catherine burst through the second set of doors turning & forcing them shut as if all in one move, standing there Cat noticed the metal rectangular handles on the door desperately trying to decide to run or jam the doors shut her decision got made for her when one of the zombies smacked into the door on the other side trying to get her "Fuck!, bugger!, shi-" Cat turned slamming her back against the doors desperately trying to hold them shut as two more undead joined in pressing against the doors. Cat looking at the lower half of a corpse near her startled her for a brief moment worryingly looking for the victims attacker her attention returned as the force against the door got heavier, after affirming her stance against the doors Cat's attention returned to the torso-less corpse, her eyes now fixed on the leather belt around what remained of its waist, in an attempt to bring the legs closer to reach she tried hooking her foot around one of the legs feet but each attempt failed & the doors behind her nearly burst open as she wasn't using all her force to keep them shut as a result. "Oh man i'm so screwed..." with few options, Cat despite the worry of whatever got the upper part of the poor victim near her, desperately called out down the corridor "Hello, anyone! please!, i need help here... please!". The growing fear of being completely alone resurfacing in her mind as the only reply to her calling out was the loud banging on the doors she was holding shut, a tear started running down her face as she screamed again louder in panic "PLEASE!...." hanging her head now barely whispering "anyone...". The doors getting heavier as assumingly more zombies where packing up against them on the other side, and the tough leather belt on the torso to fasten the door handles together were out of reach without being able to move away from the doors Cat stood propped up against them desperately trying to hold the doors shut for as long as she could manage. | She wears her father's flight jacket, a parting gift before she left.
Anna Powers
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Height:
5'7
Weight:
90lbs
Nationality:
The U.S.A.
Class:
2b
Occupation:
Student... I mean, come on now
Weapons:
Currently Unarmed... but not for looong!
Current Location:
Corridors
Personality:
Anna is your typical gung ho, cheeseburger eatin, "taste my shiny metal shotgun barrel you zombie fuck!", all american bada-
Actually, she's none of those things (okay, maybe the cheeseburger part..). Anna has a strong, leadership type of personality. While constantly skeptical of both people and her environment, she is fairly friendly and willing to help those she thinks she can save. The horror she has witnessed has, of course, put a damper on things to say the least, but she's not focused on that for now. For now, she's keeping her cool and is going through the motions to get out alive.
Background:
Anna was born in the United States and grew up there much of her life. She's a southerner of sorts, growing up in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Through much of her early life, she was very much a tomboy. Being raised by her father and no one else probably didn't help her become more "lady-like". She hunted, fished, and went to the shooting range from time to time. By her early teens, she began to get more into photography as a hobby, almost as a direct response to what she called the "hipster photography plague". More importantly, however, she was much more interested in the outside world.
Living in a small, seasonal coastal town drove her insane. Anna wanted to do so much more than just go to school, hangout, then go to bed every day. As part of a state and federal effort of expanding opportunities in education, an exchange program opened up for her school. Upon hearing about it, this was the adventure Anna had been waiting for. So, despite barely ever learning about Japan, or even speaking a word of Japanese, she ended up being the only one in her school to sign up for it.
Of course, Anna was chosen, and she was sent off at the beginning of her Junior year. And as one might expect, during the beginning, she had an incredibly hard time. From barely understanding what her tests said to the weird, unknown social rules and pressures, it was a challenge to say the least. Yet, despite this, she rose to it, learning quickly and making friends that would help her through it.
When the virus broke out, Anna saw things she would never forget. Right now its... its all a blur to her. A whirlwind of blood, violence, and screams.
The worst country to be in when the zombies take over..... |
10,252 | 289 | 17 | 2,641 | 474 | Maya Noto
Maya listened to more of her teachers scolding, she wanted to find some other students to group up with, and to escape literal hell. That's what you could call school as well despite these creatures appearing out of nowhere and attacking everybody. Maya looked towards her teacher with a grin, wanting to answer him with an extremely smart ass comment, but instead he got the jump on one of them. She was being hesitant to save her teacher, but thought about the many possibilities that he could be useful for once. And if he did come back as one of them, he would be a massive tank, he'd be extremely hard to destroy. Maya remained grinning before she decided to swing her pipe into the head of it, sending him pummeling down the staircase.
"He isn't exactly fully dead yet as you can see. And in order to do that, we need to find weapons inside of the school." Maya narrowed her eyes at her teacher as she remained grinning, she then sent another pile down the stairs. "And besides, if we do manage to stay up here, we could starve to death." Maya added on to her teacher before running down the staircase and knocking them out of the way. "Also, you're going to keep attracting them with your voice, if you keep quiet for once they won't come screaming at you." Maya said as she continuously hit them. | Maya Noto
Gender
Female
Age
16
Height
5'9
Weight
135 pounds
Nationality
American
Class
2A
Occupation
Student
Weapons
N/A
Current Location
Rooftop
Personality
Maya has a very relaxed personality, she always just seems so bored and is wanting some amusement for herself. She never idealized for any lovers, despite being asked multiples times with her turning them down every single time. She would usually just listen to some J-Rock music in her spare time, she isn't even considered a serious student by anybody. Most of the time Maya would just skip class and go to the rooftop to hang out, it was like her little bubble that nobody would go into. Maya can come off as scary to some people, due to all of her earrings on her left ear, as well as the accessories with skulls and spikes on them. Deep down under her somewhat scary attire, she is actually a nice person, only if you're on her good side that is.
Maya would just sit on the rooftop and have a little bit of her candy stash that she brings into school everyday, she was always found out and scolded by the teachers though. Yes she continued to do it anyways. When it came to them, she wasn't believing it at first, but came to terms with it like some of the video games that she had played. But this time, there weren't extra lives.
It's either live. Or die.
Background
Maya was born in Japan by her two American parents, they had moved there when Maya's mother was 6 months pregnant, and decided to make Japan their home for a long time. At an early age, Maya was diagnosed with brain cancer and had been in hospital for most of her childhood years. She barely ever went to school due to how fatal her condition was getting, she never met any friends, it was just her mother and father who were with her. When Maya was 10 she had left the hospital as her condition had improved vastly, but she was always told that it may one day come back to her. Maya had been worried about it coming back for about two years, being paranoid about it, but after a while she eventually got over it and accepted it. Maya eventually went back to school when she was twelve, starting to learn more and more about the world that she barely even had to see.
Maya eventually came across Gothic Lolita fashion, she was fascinated by it and wished to look like the ones who she saw in the images online. She then started to get the clothing, earrings and accessories necessary to complete her look, but for some time after that she just felt... empty. She had been this way since present time, she had no feelings for anything, and had barely any friends. Her grades were failing as well, so she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere near university, she didn't even know what she wanted to do as a job. But when they hit, a hint of terror and excitement had filled her up.
"Zombies? Isn't that kinda cool."
Theme Song |
10,253 | 289 | 18 | 2,285 | 5,789 | Ash held the creature back as Maya struck it's head and bashed it's head in taking it out, Ash threw the thing off him as he got up. He watched his student being going down the stairs saying that if they went up they'd starve." It's not like I had us plan on living up there forever, I was trying to find a safe place of refuge for you, the student till help arrived." Ash explained himself as he caught up with Maya stayed by her, she had a pipe and he only had his fist.
"Well your right about something." He told her cracking his knuckles and his neck." I won't be able to do much with only my fist so I leave this to you, I'm gonna try to keep my voice down, but don't do something stupid like taking on a large mob of these bastards, deal with them quickly, you don't have to kill each and everyone of them in your way just get them out of the way." Ash gave her some advice." Hopefully you'll listen to me say this instead of doing your damn school work." | Name: Ashton "Ash" Apollo
Gender:Male
Age:27
Height:6'1
Weight:250
Nationality: American
Class: 2A
Occupation: Teacher
Weapons: Bare hands
Current Location: Roof
Personality: Ash considered himself a hard teacher and would usually be very blunt and very harsh with his students, but only to make sure that they gotten the subjects that he taught them, he was one of the teachers that would keep a student after class and yell at them to get the problems right while doing his best to teach who ever isn't getting it.
He can sometimes be very heavy handed in his approach on teaching students and would protect his students to the best of his abilities, he may come off as a harsh thug but he means well in the end, Ash is smarter than he looks and thinks more about the future than he thinks about the past. Under his harsh and almost brute like exterior Ash is a kind and almost a selfless person, almost, he will look out for his students, but he won't get himself killed to save someone that he knows he can't save.
Background: If you were to tell Ash when he was 16 that he'd be a teacher he'd tell you your an idiot. Ash was one of the guys in highschool that thought he wouldn't be doing much as soon as school was over for him, he figured that he'd get a cool job that he'd love to do, but his parents forced him to got to college and get a teaching degree so he could be a teacher and not get in trouble on the streets to become a thug and or a bum, or go nowhere with his life.
His years at college went by very slowly for him and when he was finished his years, he moved away from his parents and out of the state so he wouldn't be around them and so he could make his own choices, the place he went to was Japan, he went to work for a school in Japan to teach some of the Japanese students English and hoped to teach another subject over time if the school would have him, when They attacked Ash was tracking down one of his failing students and deafen them with yelling and tell them to get their grades together. |
10,254 | 290 | 0 | 1,390 | 1,432 | _"Akira, I have to go, okay? I'll be back some day. I'll write, so please..."
"Lee! Lee! Don't leave me, I'm begging you! I don't want to be alone!"
The world grew black, and papers replaced the shadowed boy, letters that incited anger and excitement in her heart. Letters of his missions with the freedom fighters, and how much he missed her. And then they stopped, suddenly. That day, instead of a letter appearing at her apartment step, a woman did instead.
"I'm sor-ry... Lee... Vanished... Gone... Gone... Gone"_
**Republic City
9:00 AM
Green Heights Apartments
**
The complex stood silent in the middle of a bustling slum. Fog covered the streets, hiding the smog-covered sky in a sheet of white. It was a cold morning, and people rushed around quickly, hoping to loiter in warm shops and restaurants for the time being as the daily alley check went on. The police weren't very friendly in this part of town, and it was almost apart of the poor's routine to run away from their sleeping place before the clocks read nine. Inside Green Heights, no one stirred. Most of the Jiyu workers were already down in the basement, and the rest were either preparing for their normal jobs or sleeping in.
A near-empty apartment stood within the plant-covered complex, quiet as can be, yet glowing like a star through the foggy-morning air. From the half-covered windows, papers could be seen. Large stacks of whites and grays and yellows, covered in a scrawling, messy handwriting that would be impossible to read to most. Cups were the next prominent thing, empty coffee holders that had yet to be thrown out of washed. Finally, between the stacks of papers and Styrofoam, a head could be seen, face down on the desk. Black hair, rough from lack of brushing, curled viciously across the wooden surface and hid Akira's face from the light of the desk-lamp that gleamed on throughout the hours. She had fallen asleep a mere two hours ago, just after she had finished compiling the information needed, and with everything figured out she definitely deserved a good nights sleep.
But now wasn't the time for sleep, it seemed, as her wrist suddenly buzzed to life. She woke with a start, nearly knocking over a pile of papers as her knee slammed into the bottom of the desk and her hand quickly spread out to gather the mass. Akira's head rose slowly, hair covering half her face as her sleep-filled eyes drifted across the desk slowly, finally landing on the watch on her left wrist. Words echoed from within it slowly, a wake up call from Tai-Mei, and then her pocket vibrated as well. She flicked open her phone, eyebrows lowering as she was reminded of the fact that she would be working with a new team for the mission she was supposed to have completed by now, and with a small smirk she snapped it closed and stood, stretching until her back let out a satisfying crack.
"There goes my day of rest... Better get ready." A soft sigh escaped her lips, and with the laziness of a cat she drifted towards an open door, slipping inside silently. With the flick of a light, a small bathroom appeared, tiled and dirty from years of abandonment and recent use, and Akira wandered quickly into the square room, stripping and prepping the shower. She, of course, couldn't help but sneer at the dirt-covered floor, but with her current money situation, she couldn't get anything better. In newer homes and buildings, most rooms would be based around holograms. They could appear to be anything the user would like, from a fancy dinning room, to a grand bathroom room. Holograms were the new "in" thing.
_And I'm too poor to afford an actual apartment, let alone a hologram._
Steam clung to the mirror as the shower-head spat hot water down into the tub, and Akira ran her fingers through her hair slowly, washing the slickness away as her eyes glared daggers at her feet. To tell the truth, her heart was pounding furiously over the thought of working with a bunch of new agents. She was never one to connect with others, and yet Tai-Mei always says that she believes leading to be Akira's best aspect. Another sigh came from her parted lips, and she turned her eyes upward, allowing the hot water to run over her face. Her mind finally started to blank with ease as her sore muscles and aching head subsided with the spitting water, and as peace finally claimed her for the time being she stopped the water and stepped out, drying quickly with a nearby towel. Water dripped onto the tiled floor, sliding carefully through the cracks and then vanishing as Akira threw her towel down and exited the room. The rest of at apartment was basically bare of furniture, save for the desk covered in papers, a closet for clothing, and a messy futon that had been left in a frazzled state. She really had no need for anything else, since all she really did do was work and sleep. There was a kitchen downstairs to use and a gym full of equipment to train with, so why get anything else, right?
Akira dressed quickly and brushed her hair until it was sleek and dry before finally setting out, exiting her bottom-floor room into a narrow hall. The hall light flickered dimly across the sepia-toned walls and floor, and whispers from nearby rooms filled the air. Whispers of what they should do for the day, or what jobs they would be put on. Perhaps some of those whispers belonged to her new teammates? A third sigh appeared, and with one last look at her wrist she started towards the lobby. The dimness of the hall soon melted into the white light of the morning, and Akira glanced sideways at the fog just outside the window before making a b-line for elevator. Once inside, she pressed her watch to the button that read "BA". There was a moment of silence, then a ding as the descent began, and she glanced at her hands quietly, face formed into a stone mask.
The elevator let out another ding, and the door slid open carefully, revealing a stark difference from the lobby above. In this basement room, computers (though, older than most would have now a days) lined tables, and a large meeting area was arranged in the center. Many people were already hard at work at many of the computers, speaking carefully into headsets and taping away at keys. Akira knew this part of the complex like the back of her hand; to her left was a brightly lit hall that lead to a dojo/training area and meditation room, and to her right a break room and Tai-Mei's apartment. It was a small set up, yet a helpful one, and with only a slight smile Akira stepped down into the center of the room, seating herself at the head of the table. Some workers lifted their heads and nodded as she passed, others simply ignored her presence, acting as if they didn't realize she had arrived. That was fine though, Akira realized she didn't exactly have the best reputation or appearance, so others would easily be able to hate her or ignore her.
_Hopefully none of my team is like that... Shit, stop worrying..._
She rose her wrist to her lips, and murmured a quick,
"Send them down," before sitting back, letting out her fourth and final sigh. It was going to be long day. | !( "enter image title here")
**Name:** Akira Zhèng
**Age:** 23
**Gender:** Female
**Element:** None
**Appearance:**
Short, slender, and pale, Akira looks much younger than she actually is. Standing at about 5'3" and weighing a mere 121 pounds (135 pounds with the added weight of her leg), her body is small, thin, and delicate looking. While she is young looking, Akira is far from unattractive, with a heart-shaped face, angular, pale eyes, and asymmetrical, colorful hair. Doll-like lips and a small nose give her a porcelain appearance, and blue orbs glare off in an intense expression at all times. Her hair, once probably straight and black, has been chopped awkwardly and semi-dyed red.
Her body is mostly flat all around and nearly rock hard from her intense training. Muscles line her arms and leg, and abs are present on her lower abdomen and stomach. Her hands and feet are surprisingly large for her small stature, and her legs make up a majority of her height. Her left leg is almost entire bionic, save for the remaining flesh just below of hip, and it is normally hidden behind long pants and skirts due to her dislike for its appearance. Akira generally dresses in cool colors, and enjoys feeling free and comfortable. Tank tops and sweats are a norm, as well as flowing scarves, tight suits, and anything else she finds appealing to the eyes. Her feet are almost protected by tabi, it's almost as if she doesn't own any other kind of shoe, and she often covers her head with hoods or her personalized gas-mask. Akira holds a slight interest in makeup, and has quite a few tattoos, including ultraviolet red spider lilies, black and white koi, and quite a few circuit board designs.
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**Abilities:**
As silent as the night, yet with the force of a tiger, Akira uses stealth and flow in her martial arts. Her strikes are swift and thoughtless, gained from years of mindless training, and her body moves like water, flowing easily in circles as it draws her enemy closer to their demise. Akira is a non-bender, and as such must rely simply on her body to stay alive. She has mastered the use of the jōhyō, or rope dart, a weapon that relies on good eyes and precise hits. Akira has studied how benders move, and implements some of their styles into her own fights. The waterbender's fluid, defensive-offense helps to keep Akira ready for counters, the earthbender's rigid strength and tight stances help keep Akira grounded, the airbender's flexibility and light feet help Akira dodge and overwhelm, and finally the firebender's willpower and powerful strikes allow her to take down her enemy. Her eyes are her main weapon, allowing her to analyze and remember a fight style, as well as point out distinct weaknesses that an enemy might possess. Thanks to Master Shu, Akira is also a bit knowledgeable on using other weapons, like swords, knives, and bo staffs. Training under the Jiyū gave her time to practice her aim as well, allowing her to be able to use smaller, more accurate guns with only slight trouble.
Other than her martial arts, Akira is a well-off mechanic/vehicle expert. Raised by a pair of geniuses, Akira experienced first hand the wonders of technology after the accident that took off her leg. Inspired by the bionics, she became very interested in computers and machines, and focused most of her mental power on building or repairing broken tech. She became interested in learning how to drive and pilot many vehicles during her teen years, and with some help from the local mechanic she was able to practice her driving. She spent a few more years learning how to drive and repair technology under the supervision of the Slums Mechanic, and due to those she is almost always looking for scrap metal to use in her repairs.
In times of dire need, Akira relies of the force of her bionic leg, which packs a pretty hefty punch. She is also generally agile and flexible, allowing her to rush in and out of danger on a whim. Due to an intense interest in weapons, Akira has also become interested in using her jōhyō as an art form. The tip of the heavy dart is full of LED lights, and it will glow intensely during fights or street performances, allowing for some interesting swirls of colors to appear in even the darkest of streets. She is also a natural born leader, making her the ideal choice to lead the rebels into missions and battles.
Her duel stun batons are normally held on her back by a sling, and her personalized jhoyo almost always coiled at her side like a whip. She also sports a pistol, holstered on her right leg, and spare ammo. Other than that, Akira carries a small tablet, a hand-made computer jammer, and anything else she'll need in a brown rucksack.
**Personality:**
With an ever intense aura and an almost always emotionless face, Akira is not an easily approachable person. She enjoys her alone time, and while loneliness does plague her from time to time she never lets it show. A workaholic, she is normally stuck in her apartment room, keeping tabs on the underground problems of the nations, as well as planning new schemes to better help the freedom fighter's efforts. Cynical and cold, her glares are rumored to stop hearts, and her tongue is sharper than most blades. Akira is unafraid to insult and berate anyone who annoys her, and while she'll never raise a finger against an ally most are afraid that she'll turn to beatings if angered too much. Other than annoyance, nothing really appears on Akira's face in terms of emotion. She is normally poker-faced, never really seeing the need to show off how she feels physically, and due to this she has become rather distant. Smiles are a rarity, tears are even rarer.
Akira is almost always happy when she's working or training. Being able to move her body or head is a sure fire way to put her in a good move, and in the silence of a garage, her room, or a dojo she is peaceful and cheery (term used lightly). In crowds, though she rarely shows it, Akira is very uncomfortable, and even when she is just speaking to one or two strangers she can stammer and shake with anxiety. However anxious she is around you, though, Akira is naturally attracted to good people, and feels a heavy need to defend those in need of defending. She is especially protective of her close friends, and would even put her life on the line to save them if needed. She enjoys it when other depend on her, though she herself is heavily independent. The only person Akira feels she can truly depend on and trust is Lee, her missing brother. In fact, he is one of the main reasons she joined the freedom fighters.
Due to her upbringing, Akira is extremely street smart. She knows her way around the slums of Republic City, and is well known around the area as "Red". Once the leader of the junior motorcycle gang "Red Riders", she could be considered a retired gang leader, and thanks to the gang's heavy influence on the terrain she is feared by most street-sleepers and gang heads. On the streets she is almost an entirely different person. From quietly annoyed to openly assertive, she's not afraid to throw a few evil looks or threaten a few skinheads to get what she needs from them. Her independence was bore from her street life, and while she has had many masters in the past they all seemed to help her from afar. Akira disliked getting help from anyone, and even to this day that remains.
In a fight she is near emotionless, and her eyes are intense and focused. Akira relies on her speed and flexibility, as well as her quick gaze. In terms of mercy, she never really knows how to hold back, and must be told to stop if she looses herself in a fight. Akira always attempts to appear emotionless around the enemy, knowing that even a slight facial expression can change the way one thinks. Other than that, Akira enjoys meditating, though has trouble concentrating when with other people. She only really trusts Tai-Mei, but she will do anything her higher ups command of her. She has a soft spot for kids and animals, and absolutely loves yoga.
**Brief Bio: **WIP |
10,255 | 290 | 1 | 1,894 | 5,793 | _Worldly Inn - 5:00 AM_
Like most nights, Terra had a good night's sleep, and woke to a rather sudden alarm. Under the pillow that she slept under, was a small alarm that made noises and vibrated heavily to get her to wake up. The noises could only be so loud, as they would disturb the paying guests if played any louder. She knew that she couldn't have anyone, especially the employees, get alarmed and check up on her room, so she had to get up and get ready quickly.
Reaching under the pillow, Terra deactivated the alarm with the push of a button, and shoved the device into the pocket of her coat. The young woman then got out of the bed and made the sheets, as to make it seem as if nobody had been there. She had stayed at the Worldly Inn many times before, and was accustomed as to how the housekeeping made the beds. She had a connection at the Inn, which helped her known when she could take the room, and could also redirect the housekeeping to stay away from her unofficial room. She made sure to keep her goggles and mask off until she was outside, as they would no doubt bring attention to her if anyone was up at the hour.
Once she was done with the bed, the young earthbender slipped out of her jacket and sleeping clothes to take a brief shower and clean herself up. She always wore a full set of clothing to bed, in case she needed to leave on the spot or in the middle of the night. She went through her usual routine, the same one that she had been using for a number of years, and was able to slip out of the Inn unnoticed, with the exception of her connection, who always worked the lobby to ensure that Terra and others could get in or out without trouble. Terra gave a nod to the woman at the counter, who nodded back and watched as the earthbender put on a pair of goggles and a breathing mask.
Terra was thankful that she had grown up the way she did. She had reliable connections all over Republic City that could help her get to many places, and she was a master with locks and most technology. Sure, her ways might have been a little thievish, but she knew well that she could have been much worse than she was now. She knew that she had made the best out of her situations, and made herself one of the most civilized scoundrels in the city. With the exception of breaking into hotels and inns almost every night to sleep, she lived a rather honest life. Still worked as a master locksmith, and since she hardly payed for housing or utilities, she had a decent amount of money in her pockets that she didn't enjoy letting go of. Still, she payed for clothes, food, and a few other things, which kept her from having too much money.
As she walked about the cold and misty streets, Terra, found herself wandering closer and closer over to a certain headquarters. She had been a freedom fighter for some time now, taking on missions here and there whenever she was needed. One or two times before it clashed with her job as a locksmith, but she was still able to make everything work out for her.
When the time came for the band on her wrist to light up and vibrate, much like the alarm she used for waking up early in the mornings, Terra was already nearby the building in which the freedom fighters operated at. It was the perfect place for a hideout like their own, and she had joked on more than one occasion that all it took was a simple costume change and they'd all be superheroes.
terra quickly made her way over to the headquarters building and stepped inside. It was a somewhat run down place, but she knew that she'd probably be living there as well if she didn't have her current deal going on. The young woman stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. As she stood there, she thought about how she was briefed about being put on a new team. While she didn't know who was going to be on the team, she did know that everyone's skills and tactics would be varied and different, to accomodate all sorts of situations that they could get themselves in.
With a ding, the doors of the elevator opened, and Terra walked into the headquarters of the freedom fighters. She knew the deal about being briefed and introduced to new people, and looked at the woman at the head of the table before sitting down to the left of the woman. Terra took off the breathing mask from her face, allowing the plethora scars that traced her jaw and lower half of her face to be seen. She looked at the woman to the right of her. "We're being put on a team together, right?" She asked her, making sure that she was where she was supposed to be at. | Name: Terra Onoki
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Element: Earth, Metal
Appearance: !( "Tal Onoki")
Abilities: Is skilled with both earth and metal bending, and uses them frequently. Has 'mastered' her own fighting style with earth and metal bending, relying on techniques from several other styles. She is rather light and agile for an earth bender. Is skilled with lock picking, breaking and entering, and hiding in plain sight.
Personality: Tal is a risk taker, and isn't afraid to step in waters that go over her head. See is quite adapted to those kinds of scenarios, and works well in most to all environments and situations. While she does wish that things could be simpler like that had been quite some time ago, she certainly doesn't argue with the luxuries of the modern era. She tried to make himself a civilized person, but can't help but take a peek at wallets every so often. With her metal gloves and bits of metal in her shoes, Tal and scale walls and real damage with ease.
Brief Bio: Tal grew up in a group of thieves and scoundrels, but despite this, she didn't grow up to be a rat like most expected. She instead used her skills with earth and metal bending to work at a security and locksmith store, where her talents were put to use. She had this job since the age of twelve, and the young woman had yet to find a lock or house she couldn't get into. She had helped many people get back into their homes, and even create unique looking keys and accessories out of metal on the side for some extra money. While she does use his talents to help people, she does still take notes on the locks and designs on the houses just in case she would need to get inside again for some reason or another. |
10,256 | 290 | 2 | 1,523 | 3,443 | **REPUBLIC CITY – 9:00 AM – GREEN HEIGHTS APARTMENTS**
Lying on the ledge that separated the top floor and balcony of Green Heights from the sickening drop down to concrete and tarmac below, the airbender Jun was already awake, soaking in the fog – or was it smog? – of Republic City. A sickly fern from a potted plant tickled his nose as if irritated that someone had the audacity to move its' plastic container for such a silly reason as meditating. It didn't care whether or not its' itching tendrils were causing Jun's nose to twitch and ultimately distracting him from achieving spiritual clarity.
He huffed, eyes straining against closed eyelids when opening them would mean defeat and failure – proving to the world that, yet again, Jun was unsuitable to become anything but a layabout, too flighty to sit still and think about the world around him for anything longer than two seconds. Circling inside his head was the Old Man's wispy words of wisdom, the ones he could hear as clear as day even though his teacher had long since been buried: “*In and out. Breathe in – and hold it! Three... two... and one. Breathe out, letting all of your earthly foibles drain away with it.*”
Man, it really was cold this morning, wasn't it? The Air Nomads of centuries past must have felt something similar, living up on their mountain temples of dizzying heights and forceful winds–
*Focus!*
It was definitely hard to “focus” as his inner voice commanded him, especially when all he could think about was his pressing need to pull on a hoodie over his sleeveless shirt and move away from the icy brickwork to the nice, relatively warm insides of his 'penthouse' flat. Such low temperatures made his back ache, his knuckles freeze up and his knees lock into place to the point where it took a good few moments of steady breathing to prepare himself as he rocked back onto his feet, propelled by an upwards blast of air.
Meditation would have to wait, he decided as the tracker hanging underneath his shirt began to rattle against the buckle of his belt. Tugging it out, he frowned. Was there meant to be a meeting? He could hardly remember – the days blurred together in a haze of vigilantism on the streets of the capital and hours upon hours of personal training and sky-watching. Still, working with the rebels was still much preferred to life as a weather reporter or worse, a barista.
Jun lazily slid open the curtain that split his living quarters from the outside world in place of a door, stepped over the boxes that blocked the draught out and shuffled his feet around on the piles of – for lack of a better word – _junk_ on the floor. He kicked a soft cotton jacket up and swiftly pulled in on, checking the pockets for what little money he had and his pre-prepared gadgets. All of his clothed had at least one “getaway device” stealthily concealed inside it, and in the case of this khaki monstrosity, it was smokebombs.
“Good enough,” he murmured, pressing a small, downwards pointing arrow on the wall and waiting waiting for the elevator to make its way up to his floor. If only he had a spare sheet to spare, he could've simply glided down to the ground below rather than standing around uselessly... but bed linens were too expensive to waste. Thankfully it wasn't broken for the top floor – those had been an interesting few days, when he had first moved in – and soon the doors opened for him to step inside.
Jun hated elevators. Claustrophobic, stifling, and in the case of this one, it would be going underground where even the faintest of breezes couldn't touch him. Most people would find that reassuring, in such cold weather, but not an airbender – or, at least, not him. If he'd felt uneasy trapped inside an open school building for six hours a day in his teens, the meeting place could only be worse. Pressing the button to descend into the basement, he shifted from side to side uneasily as the metal coffin creaked on its way down and just about fled the elevator as the doors reopened, and not a moment too soon.
Shaking out his limp in a few steps as the relative heat of the room enveloped him and straightening his posture, Jun studiously ignored the workers as they typed away. He probably looked like a vagrant, or at least *weird* with shorts and sandals on in such unforgiving weather. With his feet barely touching the ground and making no sound at all, the airbender approached what appeared to be the meeting table with two women already there – one of them sitting at the head of the table.
He took a seat on the free side of her, inclining his head slightly in each of his future teammate's direction as a cheerful grin reappeared on his face, not long after it had vanished in the elevator. Despite his 'long' career as a solo agent (doing absolutely nothing noteworthy), he was excited at the prospect of being a part of something much larger than himself. “Ladies,” Jun greeted, flexing his fingers to crack his knuckles for a few moments of sweet, sweet relief. | **NAME:** Jun Khando
**AGE:** 23
**GENDER:** Male
**ELEMENT:** Air
**APPEARANCE:**
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Jun is marked by both an unusually tall height at just over 6'1” and an unhealthily thin weight of 130lbs – far beyond what he describes as merely a “long and lanky” shape. His ankles and wrists are weak, his lightweight bones plagued with brittleness and his body cursed with the unfortunate inability to maintain muscle. On colder, rainier days, a limp is emphasised as his joints lock up. While not an illness per se, Jun's condition is a combination of unlucky genetics and absolute refusal to fuse himself with technology as many of his family suffering the same plight have already done.
Outwardly, though, Jun's face is always an unmistakeable picture of cheer and delight. With grey eyes, pale skin (which only adds to the sickly feeling) and the delicate features typical of an airbender heritage, the only thing contradicting his almost-traditional choice of apparel is his haircut, or lack thereof. With unkempt curly brown hair, untameable for the most part, he is by no means a monk. Overall, with his ever-present wolfish grin, Jun appears much younger than his actual age – almost as if he is still a teenager.
Jun dresses in light synthetic fabrics – typically fawn and black to provide the illusion of real leather – though in terms of actual armour value it is rather light, focusing on flexibility and speed as well as being able to bend with him to prevent tearing or stiffness. He has an unusual preference for caps and has a collection of varying colours, as well as a bandana holding his long hair in place. During airbending, his old-fashioned slippers often fall off, though her refuses to replace them with a pair of shoes with actual laces.
Mostly, Jun stands out for his *lack* of obvious technology in his dress and sort-of adherence to the primitive 'old ways' of elemental bending. He does, however, carry various interesting items in his many pockets that may include smoke bombs and flash grenades, portable holograms as well as a whole pocket full of plastic zipties to help with his vigilantism. His only lethal weapon is a steel garrotte, though he prefers to use whatever he can pick up around him – lead pipes are a favourite.
**ABILITIES:**
A talented airbender despite his woeful physical condition (which is surprisingly good, considering), Jun's skills in bending are not formally trained but easily effective due to the comparative rarity of his powers. Choosing to hone his speed over improving his pitiful strength was a wise choice – he is extremely swift, acrobatic in his movements and particularly good at evading attacks, following a similar style to the ancient Air Nomads. Through years of practice, his speed is well above the average bender's, though he focuses almost too much on that one area to tire out his opponent and *then* strike.
Life in an impoverished area of the city has given him more than enough unpredictable attacks for his arsenal, and his fighting style is far from generic now. A few years of formal martial arts training by a has-been monk serves him well when added to his tactical use of gadgets – though nothing too high tech. Stealth is not his strong point, but cunning is, and he's not above using dirty techniques (like pocket sand!) to achieve his goals of not-dying.
Jun uses the various wires and cables around the city to make his way around and has a good knowledge of alternate paths that require excellent balance – or an airbender's abilities – to cross. More than once he has taken a bedsheet from a washing line for a joyride using the air currents that howl between the draughty heights of the skyscrapers. He has had no luck creating an air sphere beneath him to whizz around on, but can push an enemy back when it comes to the raw force of the wind, wielding it almost like a blade at times.
His day job – to predict the weather for the various television stations – has made him quite adept and guessing whether it's going to be rain or shine, too.
**PERSONALITY:**
Jun is, first and foremost, an extrovert. He dislikes loneliness – both in himself and others – and can be quite heavy-handed in his attempts to erase it, making friends with those who have none. He's about as subtle as a brick in that regard, easy-going and pleased to make friends “just for the sake of it”. As a dreamer, Jun has often been called lazy and foolish, his ambitions to become a police officer belittled more than once due to how impossible they were; his sense of justice was far stronger than his weak body. He is prone to impulsive decisions – such as helping to fight the crimes he sees while on his routine wandering of the city – but lives a strict path of no regrets and no apologies. It can be infuriating to others, since he refuses to repent for past actions and see that he has done wrong. It borders on the arrogant.
**BRIEF BIO:**
Jun comes from a family of airbenders fallen by the wayside due to poor health conditions and a lack of recognisable talent. While bending is common amongst his siblings and parents and aunts and uncles, very few of them opted to continue practising their childhood abilities due to the inevitable end of it: better to receive bionics and be able to work, than not and have only bending to live on. Jun, however, swore not to follow this path despite having more reason than others to replace his weak bones – he loved the freedom too much to choose a different path, and was too proud once on it to admit he was wrong to follow his dreams.
His childhood, as a result, was marked by hard work spent in – arguably – the wrong places. School would be a footnote of future records of his achievements, he often told himself, and found himself other things to do rather than study. Jun never was the most intelligent, though he could have passed if he applied himself; however, he dropped out early and was eventually forced to get a job with the weather station on family connections alone, doomed to a monotonous application of airbending for the rest of his life.
And then he decided that he couldn't become a functional member of society – couldn't allow the various crimes of the world to go unpunished – and thus began the barely-interesting story of the unnamed vigilante, preventing robberies and murders in alleyways everywhere. With how reckless he's been, it's a miracle he hasn't died yet, but it turns out all of the hours he put in as a child and teenager in an effort to become a big-name hero really did work. |
10,257 | 290 | 3 | 262 | 646 | **CITY HIGHWAY 51 - 4:30AM**
For so early in the morning, the traffic on the highway still seemed to produce a significant amount of noise. People going here and there no matter the time, the bustle of the city never truly let up. The highway was 2 separate lanes each going to and from the heart of the city. In between the lanes was a gap where one could see the highway suspended above a fenced off area filled with litter, wreckage, spirit vines, and the occasional hobo.
Tartok sat quietly atop a cardboard sheet, legs crossed and back rigid against one of the concrete pillars holding the Highway 51 afloat. The waterbender seemed unfazed by the loud noises of traffic above his head as the headphones over his ears played the soft soothing sounds of the ocean. He had meditated from dusk till dawn. His chi in alignment and his breaths steadied he meditated unfazed by his surrounding. He had found this place sheltered from the weather and had made it his own some weeks ago, though not much like a home to many, it served Tartok's base needs, and that was all he could ask for. Small spirits floated and bounced around the young man as he meditated in tranquility.
Tartok's white eyelashes flickered open as his bracelet began to vibrate and buzz, he disliked the peace of technology, it reminded him too much of the Buzzard Wasps he had encountered in the desert. The buzzing brought unpleasant memories of that journey. Letting out a deep breath, he rose to his feet limberly as the spirits who sometimes stayed with him in his dwelling flew off to do whatever they did during the day. Tartok directed his gaze up towards the gap between lanes above him, the light of dawn starting to fill his dwelling. _A nice day_ he thought to himself as he observed the morning sky. The grey clouds and thick fog always seemed to remind him of white paints made from pearls, a pleasant thought for someone of odd tastes like him.
With a bright mood, he brushed his wispy white hair back as he began to make his way towards Green Heights. The enthusiastic soul an odd sight amongst the dreary city-folk. He looked around at the towering structures and wide myriad of sights as he walked, the city still never ceased to amaze him even after having held. Residency within its territory for a few months now. He had. Joined the freedom fighters very recently and was interested as to what this team he was going to be a part of was going to be doing. He shrugged to himself as it was no use in worrying on those thing, it would all be revealed in time, with patience.
At last, He arrived at Green Heights and promptly entered the beaten apartment complex. The place was quaint and had a certain sentimental value to it despite its' appearance, in Tartok's opinion and he had grown fond of the building in the few times he had paid a visit to the location. The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, bidding him to enter. As the doors closed, Tartok removed his headphones from his ears and put them around his neck as he pondered what he would do for dinner that night. Just as he imagined the usual ramen cup noodles, the elevator dinged and the doors reopened. He was greeted by a room filled with computers and workers tirelessly tapping away at their keyboards. He approached the table where three had already gathered and gave a respectful bow, "Greetings, I do hope I am not late" After rising back up, he took a seat next to the girl with the mask in front of her.
With a quick glance he carefully took in his new would-be teammates. They all seemed to be characters of varying background and disciplines, all seemed to be rugged and familiar to some extent with martial arts or bending. The team as a whole so far was ragtag and potentially dysfunctional, but still maintained a charm to it, giving the faint idea that such a gathering of different people could possibly _work_. | Character Sheet
**Name:**
Tartok Oshiro
**Age:**
Twenty-Two
**Gender: **
Male
**Element:**
Water
**Appearance:**
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**Abilities:**
Despite his being a country bumpkin from the outskirts of the Southern Water Tribe, Tartok is a gifted Martial Artist, like his own way of doing things, he reflects sharpness and precision in his Water-bending while still maintaining a serene fluidity as well as learning the fiercer ways of the olden Southern Water Tribe Warriors, even carrying a Water Tribe Boomerang with him. Keeping within himself an inner peace and a mind that is constantly adjusting to any given situation, Tartok has the foundations of Ice and the adaptability of Water. He prefers a defensive style that counters with aggressive attacks. Well taught in the ways of traditional and ancient water bending techniques, he is old-fashioned and is stubbornly adjusted to combating newer, more modern bending styles. Besides his bending, Tartok's inner peace gives him a strong spiritual peace enabling him talent in the Spiritual Arts and a good relationship with spirits, able to calm and appease the anger of spirits as well as enter the spirit world through meditation and communicate with them.
Before entering the city, he taught himself techniques for urban water bending, manipulating water in an area without large bodies of them would be a much different environment and experience for Tartok and he would be prepared for such things. Tartok draws water from any place he can, anything from water towers to sewer pipes, he increases the pressure withing to release water sources for himself to bend. He has also learned to bend steam and is trying to learn to draw water from the air. As an additional water source, he carries a water bottle on a clip to his pants.
**Personality:**
In contrary to his age, Tartok is wise and cunning, displaying the wisdom of an old man and showing a defined maturity. Tartok knows the virtues of loyalty and friendship and provides his council to any in need of an outer opinion. Most often, he displays a cool-head and a peaceful attitude, unshaken and relaxed in almost all situations. He enjoys tranquility and meditation whenever he is not training as his own personal recreation, treasuring enlightenment as one of his favorite pastimes. Unfortunately, he is quite out of date with the newest technological advancements, his only electronic being his music player, which constantly plays sounds of the ocean and rain on loop, his own favorite playlist he listens to at all times when not talking to anybody.
As a newcomer to the urban setting, he oftentimes finds himself lost amidst the maze like cityscape and often out of place with his respectful and polite old customs and ways of speaking amongst gruffer cityfolk. He harbors a growing feeling with himself that something within the city is amiss and wonders whether it is just his spirit unsettled for no reason or an omen for events to come.
**Brief Bio:**
Raised by his single mother in a house a few miles away from the Southern Water Tribe. He and his mother lived alone in the wilderness of the tundra, their house, a fine log cabin next to a frozen lake, the final destination on a road leading out from the Southern City before ending leading out into the still unexplored areas of the arctic. Together, they lived in a quiet environment undisturbed by any others except the occasional and very rare lost traveler who had only arrived at their doorstep by mistake. Tartok was homeschooled and taught by his mother. His mother, a powerful water bender taught him her techniques and skills as well as how to communicate with spirits. For years, just he, his mother and the spirits lived without a disturbance until one day, while his mother was out fishing, a beaten mail delivery truck sputtered and coughed down the road sometime after his 17th birthday. The mailman in the truck carried a letter and package, both addressed to Tartok himself. Reading the sender, Tartok was shocked to see it was from his father, whom he knew nothing about and knew better than to ask about. The letter was a happy birthday card from his father, the man he had inherited his surname from. Despite it being for his fifth birthday, Tartok still couldn't find himself to be angry at his father whom he had never seen. Inside the package was a music player and a map of the world,the music player, loaded with sound tracks of water in nature, was an odd present, but he still considered it thoughtful.
Uncharacteristically, Tartok kept the letter and gift a secret from his mother. He knew the topic of his father always left a sad look in her eyes so he decided to not cause her grief. The map sparked a desire within himself to go out into the world and further his own training and spirit. He wanted to see what the outside world was like and decided that he would go out and see for himself when he turned twenty. Not wanting to keep _this_ a secret from his mother, he asked for her permission and was pleasantly surprised to give him her approval. She understood he could not stay there his whole life and decided to let her son go. On his twentieth birthday, with just a backpack of supplies he set out on his journey. |
10,258 | 290 | 4 | 904 | 2,988 | *Freedom.* Kai always felt this when he ran. Sprinting across the rooftops of the city, Kai, vaulted over a low pipe and slid under a high one. He was reaching the edge of the building he was on, so he quickly glanced back. Yep... two small time gangsters chasing after him still. They never give up do they? Kai blasted two small fireballs from his hand, but missed, as they split off to the sides of each pursuer. Kai whipped around to face the edge of the building which was only about 10 steps away, the next building was a good leap away but Kai had jumped this before. Kai sped up and when he reached the very edge he sprang from it to the other building. A great rush of air passed him and Kai felt the sense of freedom again.
After what felt like an age, Kai reached the other building but he misjudged the distance as his foot caught the side, making him fall. Kai clambered up eventually and sat on the side towards the apartment complex he just jumped from, witnessing the two frustrated chasers cussing him from afar. Kai happily gave them both the finger and stood up before starting to run again. His wrist communicator began to buzz, drawing Kai's attention. It was a call to Green Heights, only a couple of blocks away. Kai decided to set off but figured that street level would be good so clambered down an alleyway before running on ground level to get to Green Heights. When he reached the place he entered the elevator and put his gas mask into his bag as he awaited the elevator to open again. | Name: Kai "Blaze" Sorova
Age: 19
Gender: M
Element: Fire
Appearance: !(
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Abilities: Of course, Kai can control fire as a fire bender, which allows him great offensive abilities such as fireballs, spouts of flame and anything else really. He is not incredibly powerful yet so don't expect him to go supernova but he can continuously onslaught his enemies with attacks for a good time. His defence is limited to a firewall he can bring up in front and around him however this is not very strong. He also knows free-running (at a mirror's edge level). Other than this he has a basic know-how of how technology works, due to the society everyone lives in. As a fighter, he is not a majestic one nor a very quick one but uses his strength and damage potential which results to him brawling it out in a hand to hand fight so if it wasn't for his bending abilities then martial artists or anyone with actual skill that hasn't derived form street fighting would have no problem beating him in a fair one on one fight although he will always try to persevere, no matter the odds.
Personality: Brash, hot tempered and a bit of a live wire. Kai lives for thrills and does this through many ways such as starting fights to free-running (nothing showy, just at a mirror's edge level that's all)across the rooftops of the city. He can become very aggressive however when he finds friends he will become compassionate and treat his friends warmly, and defends them before himself, even if his best defence is a good offence. He rarely lets up and will see a task done and stay true to his points of view, making him honest but sometimes overly so. Excitement easily gets the better of him and challenges, mysteries and adrenaline rushes can become priority sometimes. Quite simply, he lives for a good time
Brief Bio: Before starting to use his fire powers, Kai was a troublemaker in school but as he would stand up to bully's and those who oppressed people they didn't deem "worthy", this landed him in lots of physical fights. He then discovered free-running as a way to escape school life and get away from responsibilities. He would be gone hours after school simply for a run. He first started using his powers half way through a fight where a gang tried to jump him in an ally when he was 16. Nearly beaten, Kai lashed out in a last-ditched attempt, unfortunately sending about fireballs from the palm of his hands. These didn't hit anyone but that still scared the gang away, since then, Kai has been messing about, using them to feed his adrenaline addiction to this day |
10,259 | 290 | 5 | 1,390 | 1,432 | **Republic City 9:00 AM Green Heights Apartments - Jiyū Main Base**
As the elevator doors began to open and close with workers and staff, Akira stood up, hands folded against her thighs as she awaited her new members. The new team mates walking in one at a time, and Akira's judgmental gazed cast over each and everybody that sat around the table. The first to arrive was apparently the only other female on the team, an earthbender named Terra. The first thing she seemed to notice about this younger woman was her gas mask, an odd fashion choice, though probably healthier one due to the city's horrid pollution. The mask came off after Terra sat down, though, revealing a young, pretty face to match her young, pretty eyes. Lips moved suddenly, a simple remark filled the air, and Akira nodded at Terra's question, the shadow of a smile present on her otherwise poker faced lips. The next person to come in was a lanky man. He was tall, yes, Akira was normally too aware of the heights of other people due to her own shortness. She had to stare up quite a bit to look the man in the face much to her annoyance, but he sat down as soon as he came in thankfully, leaving her to be the only one standing.
He was a nice-enough looking man, with a friendly smile and bright eyes, and from his windblown hair Akira swore she could smell the city's winter air which always seemed to be a mixture of horrid smog and ice. This man's name was Jun, and he would be their airbender. Akira glanced up as the next man came in, the waterbender Tartok. Water Tribe blood was clearly rushing through his veins, anyone could tell with just a glance, but instead of the black or brown hair most would possess his was white, like snow. From his opening phrase Akira already felt as though she was talking to some old, polite grandparent, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. She shook her head in response, uttering a low
"Nope, not late at all."
Before allowing her eyes to fall upon the final member. The firebender, Kai. The final to enter, Akira looked him up and down with slight interest. He was young, probably the youngest out of all of them, meaning he would probably be a bit reckless. She couldn't determine his character as of yet, well, she couldn't determine _any_ of their characters yet, but it would be nice to assume. Once everyone was situated at the table, Akira rose her hand slightly, an act of gaining attention. Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest as she searched for opening words, and while her face was as stone cold as it usually was panic was filling her throat and head. Anxiety wasn't a common occurrence, mostly because Akira had gotten so good at avoiding those she didn't want to talk to, but now it seemed like the only thing she knew. She sucked in a breath suddenly, slowly, and held it for six seconds before exhaling, and then the words came after that, clear and concise thankfully,
"Thank you all for coming today. Due to your various skills and backgrounds, our lovely finder, Tai-Mei, has picked you to be apart of a special part of Jiyū." Akira rose her hand, brushing back a strand of red-dyed hair as her eyes narrowed slightly, "we'll be in charge of many of the important hands-on missions for the Jiyū, in fact..." She turned slightly towards the large screen that was just behind her. A few taps on her watch and then a nod persuaded the screen to life, and instantly rows of information and pictures gleamed brightly. The two most used words on the documents were "avatar" and "Seekers".
"We actually have a very big mission on our hands as of today. I'll be sending you the rest of the data via your phones, but for now I'll explain the specifics." Her eyes narrowed, leaning forward on the table as she examined each of their faces with slight hesitance, "there have been some... Rumors that the Seekers, whom you will learn more about in the data, have gotten their hands on the Avatar." Her face grew graver with each words,
"And our mission, if you choose to accept it, is to either disclose this rumor as false, or save this poor sucker before the Seekers do anything to him. So," she straightened, forcing a small smile between a sigh, "any questions?" | !( "enter image title here")
**Name:** Akira Zhèng
**Age:** 23
**Gender:** Female
**Element:** None
**Appearance:**
Short, slender, and pale, Akira looks much younger than she actually is. Standing at about 5'3" and weighing a mere 121 pounds (135 pounds with the added weight of her leg), her body is small, thin, and delicate looking. While she is young looking, Akira is far from unattractive, with a heart-shaped face, angular, pale eyes, and asymmetrical, colorful hair. Doll-like lips and a small nose give her a porcelain appearance, and blue orbs glare off in an intense expression at all times. Her hair, once probably straight and black, has been chopped awkwardly and semi-dyed red.
Her body is mostly flat all around and nearly rock hard from her intense training. Muscles line her arms and leg, and abs are present on her lower abdomen and stomach. Her hands and feet are surprisingly large for her small stature, and her legs make up a majority of her height. Her left leg is almost entire bionic, save for the remaining flesh just below of hip, and it is normally hidden behind long pants and skirts due to her dislike for its appearance. Akira generally dresses in cool colors, and enjoys feeling free and comfortable. Tank tops and sweats are a norm, as well as flowing scarves, tight suits, and anything else she finds appealing to the eyes. Her feet are almost protected by tabi, it's almost as if she doesn't own any other kind of shoe, and she often covers her head with hoods or her personalized gas-mask. Akira holds a slight interest in makeup, and has quite a few tattoos, including ultraviolet red spider lilies, black and white koi, and quite a few circuit board designs.
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**Abilities:**
As silent as the night, yet with the force of a tiger, Akira uses stealth and flow in her martial arts. Her strikes are swift and thoughtless, gained from years of mindless training, and her body moves like water, flowing easily in circles as it draws her enemy closer to their demise. Akira is a non-bender, and as such must rely simply on her body to stay alive. She has mastered the use of the jōhyō, or rope dart, a weapon that relies on good eyes and precise hits. Akira has studied how benders move, and implements some of their styles into her own fights. The waterbender's fluid, defensive-offense helps to keep Akira ready for counters, the earthbender's rigid strength and tight stances help keep Akira grounded, the airbender's flexibility and light feet help Akira dodge and overwhelm, and finally the firebender's willpower and powerful strikes allow her to take down her enemy. Her eyes are her main weapon, allowing her to analyze and remember a fight style, as well as point out distinct weaknesses that an enemy might possess. Thanks to Master Shu, Akira is also a bit knowledgeable on using other weapons, like swords, knives, and bo staffs. Training under the Jiyū gave her time to practice her aim as well, allowing her to be able to use smaller, more accurate guns with only slight trouble.
Other than her martial arts, Akira is a well-off mechanic/vehicle expert. Raised by a pair of geniuses, Akira experienced first hand the wonders of technology after the accident that took off her leg. Inspired by the bionics, she became very interested in computers and machines, and focused most of her mental power on building or repairing broken tech. She became interested in learning how to drive and pilot many vehicles during her teen years, and with some help from the local mechanic she was able to practice her driving. She spent a few more years learning how to drive and repair technology under the supervision of the Slums Mechanic, and due to those she is almost always looking for scrap metal to use in her repairs.
In times of dire need, Akira relies of the force of her bionic leg, which packs a pretty hefty punch. She is also generally agile and flexible, allowing her to rush in and out of danger on a whim. Due to an intense interest in weapons, Akira has also become interested in using her jōhyō as an art form. The tip of the heavy dart is full of LED lights, and it will glow intensely during fights or street performances, allowing for some interesting swirls of colors to appear in even the darkest of streets. She is also a natural born leader, making her the ideal choice to lead the rebels into missions and battles.
Her duel stun batons are normally held on her back by a sling, and her personalized jhoyo almost always coiled at her side like a whip. She also sports a pistol, holstered on her right leg, and spare ammo. Other than that, Akira carries a small tablet, a hand-made computer jammer, and anything else she'll need in a brown rucksack.
**Personality:**
With an ever intense aura and an almost always emotionless face, Akira is not an easily approachable person. She enjoys her alone time, and while loneliness does plague her from time to time she never lets it show. A workaholic, she is normally stuck in her apartment room, keeping tabs on the underground problems of the nations, as well as planning new schemes to better help the freedom fighter's efforts. Cynical and cold, her glares are rumored to stop hearts, and her tongue is sharper than most blades. Akira is unafraid to insult and berate anyone who annoys her, and while she'll never raise a finger against an ally most are afraid that she'll turn to beatings if angered too much. Other than annoyance, nothing really appears on Akira's face in terms of emotion. She is normally poker-faced, never really seeing the need to show off how she feels physically, and due to this she has become rather distant. Smiles are a rarity, tears are even rarer.
Akira is almost always happy when she's working or training. Being able to move her body or head is a sure fire way to put her in a good move, and in the silence of a garage, her room, or a dojo she is peaceful and cheery (term used lightly). In crowds, though she rarely shows it, Akira is very uncomfortable, and even when she is just speaking to one or two strangers she can stammer and shake with anxiety. However anxious she is around you, though, Akira is naturally attracted to good people, and feels a heavy need to defend those in need of defending. She is especially protective of her close friends, and would even put her life on the line to save them if needed. She enjoys it when other depend on her, though she herself is heavily independent. The only person Akira feels she can truly depend on and trust is Lee, her missing brother. In fact, he is one of the main reasons she joined the freedom fighters.
Due to her upbringing, Akira is extremely street smart. She knows her way around the slums of Republic City, and is well known around the area as "Red". Once the leader of the junior motorcycle gang "Red Riders", she could be considered a retired gang leader, and thanks to the gang's heavy influence on the terrain she is feared by most street-sleepers and gang heads. On the streets she is almost an entirely different person. From quietly annoyed to openly assertive, she's not afraid to throw a few evil looks or threaten a few skinheads to get what she needs from them. Her independence was bore from her street life, and while she has had many masters in the past they all seemed to help her from afar. Akira disliked getting help from anyone, and even to this day that remains.
In a fight she is near emotionless, and her eyes are intense and focused. Akira relies on her speed and flexibility, as well as her quick gaze. In terms of mercy, she never really knows how to hold back, and must be told to stop if she looses herself in a fight. Akira always attempts to appear emotionless around the enemy, knowing that even a slight facial expression can change the way one thinks. Other than that, Akira enjoys meditating, though has trouble concentrating when with other people. She only really trusts Tai-Mei, but she will do anything her higher ups command of her. She has a soft spot for kids and animals, and absolutely loves yoga.
**Brief Bio: **WIP |
10,260 | 290 | 6 | 1,894 | 5,793 | Terra watched as everybody entered the room and sat down around her. She smiled and nodded as Jun announced himself to her and Akira. Like all of the others she would meet in the near future, she never really knew anything about them. She was the kind of person that was moved on from team to team because of her skill set, knowing people only to a certain extent because of the brief time she had with them. Not it seemed like she was going to be on a permanent team, or at least one longer lasting than the others she had been on. This Jun person was an airbender, the opposite of her own element, but she had a feeling that her beliefs and techniques of earth and metal bending wouldn't clash with the airbender lifestyle.
Tartok looked like a nice person from what Terra saw. She saw that he was quite a mature person, but maybe she pointed that out first because it battled her own immaturity. That wasn't to say that she wasn't mature sometimes, but she normally acted a few years under her own age. It was obvious that he was a water bender, but she was unable to give guesses about how good he was with his element.
Kai was the next one to come in. Terra couldn't be sure that he was a bender, but with all of the consistencies so far, it was probably pretty likely since they had all of the other elements at the table.
When everybody was situated, Terra looked at Akira in the way a child would to an adult or parent figure. Almost expecting for her to explain the situation and all the ins and outs of what they'd be doing.
As Terra expected, this team that she was set on was looking to be a permanent one. A core team, it sounded like. Almost a task force, but instead of just being passed any mission that people didn't want to take, they'd be doing special missions that would have an effect on Jiyū itself and Republic city. She looked at the rows of information that appeared on the screen and took as much in as she could. The words "Avatar" and "Seekers" appeared more than any other word, and it got the gears turning in her head.
Terra looked at Akira once more as she spoke again, and thought about the questions in her mind. It wasn't really a 'should you choose to accept it' kind of deal, since this was a group with these specific people, with a specific mission involving the Avatar. It doesn't seem like Jiyū could quickly replace one of them in the event that one decided to go, and while the choice of leaving on on the table, Terra assure herself that it was only the illusion of choice, as something this important was not to be passed up.
"Are the white lotus involved in this?" Terra asked. She was curious to know it the aid of the Avatar and the slightly official 'binders of the world' were involved in any way to the discovery or maybe even capture of the avatar. | Name: Terra Onoki
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Element: Earth, Metal
Appearance: !( "Tal Onoki")
Abilities: Is skilled with both earth and metal bending, and uses them frequently. Has 'mastered' her own fighting style with earth and metal bending, relying on techniques from several other styles. She is rather light and agile for an earth bender. Is skilled with lock picking, breaking and entering, and hiding in plain sight.
Personality: Tal is a risk taker, and isn't afraid to step in waters that go over her head. See is quite adapted to those kinds of scenarios, and works well in most to all environments and situations. While she does wish that things could be simpler like that had been quite some time ago, she certainly doesn't argue with the luxuries of the modern era. She tried to make himself a civilized person, but can't help but take a peek at wallets every so often. With her metal gloves and bits of metal in her shoes, Tal and scale walls and real damage with ease.
Brief Bio: Tal grew up in a group of thieves and scoundrels, but despite this, she didn't grow up to be a rat like most expected. She instead used her skills with earth and metal bending to work at a security and locksmith store, where her talents were put to use. She had this job since the age of twelve, and the young woman had yet to find a lock or house she couldn't get into. She had helped many people get back into their homes, and even create unique looking keys and accessories out of metal on the side for some extra money. While she does use his talents to help people, she does still take notes on the locks and designs on the houses just in case she would need to get inside again for some reason or another. |
10,261 | 291 | 0 | 1,224 | 1,558 | I still can't believe our dads wouldn't let us come along. Tim groaned to Damien.
"Tim you know damn good and well why they didn't" Damien responded looking at the computer screen. "Besides that was years ago we need to form a new league so the crazies around here don't think they can run amuck." he added. Tim knew Damien was right but it still bothered him even after finding out about his heritage he was upset that his parents took off leaving him to help defend the planet without them. Tim scoffed and put his mask on before hovering up off the ground.
"Well good thing im taking off to deliver the letters then." he said taking off before Damien could say anything more to his face about the situation. While the two grew up Damien had always been like an uncle to him but that also meant that he had a legion of people that wouldn't let him become a hero because of the life's strains. It took Tim stealing his dads costume and running off to go fight Killer Croc to make them see that he could do it too and he became known as NightFire for a while but that was before his parent left to go fight Darkseid. Now he was just NightWing and he had swore to live up to his fathers legacy. As he flew along he dropped little notes down to every person he saw that could be apart of the league.
"Timothy you need to come back to the Bat Cave I still need to make sure everything is up to date." Damien said.
"Not happening I'm still dropping notes I'll be back when I'm done." he said turning off his comm link. He saw everything flying below him as he flew and took a deep breath. He loved the feeling of flight and when he discovered he could his mother taught him everything she could and the same when he developed Starbolts as they called them. He missed his parents so much but he had to be strong the way his father and Bruce had taught him to be. | Name: Timothy Greyson/ Nightwing
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Parentage:
Nightwing - Dick Greyson
Starfire
Appearance:
Powers/Abilities:
-Expert in hand-to-hand combat
-Peak Athleticism Level
-Master of Multiple Martial Arts
-Expert Motorcyclist, Pilot, Driver
-Master Detective (Nearly as good as Bruce Wayne)
-High degree of scientific knowledge
-Flight
-Starbolts: Energy bolts fired from his hands.
-Starbeams: Energy ray fired from his eyes.
Back Story: Being of Tamaranian blood Timothy discovered his parents history and fathers current role as super heroes fairly young when he accidetaly blew up a boulder he and his friends were playing around. His mother started training him to use and control his powers shortly after.
His father however had already started teaching him martial arts with the help of Bruce Wayne and his own son Damien Wayne. When his father moved them to a new City he quickly discovered the existence of the Green Arrow in the city. His father hung up his mask and costume and told the now 13 year old Timothy the origin of his name. He was named after the young Timothy Drake who was killed in a fight while under the mantle of Robin. Soon after at age 17 Bruce Wayne called their house. Tim picked it up, all Bruce said was that the League needed Nightwing and listed co-ordinates. Since his parents were gone Tim donned the outfit and mask and flew to the co-ordinates surprising everyone there he held his own against a horde of the Jokers goons and even a robotic warrior with little help from the other league members. Though later chastised for his actions His parents were still proud of him for stepping up and doing what he thought was right. When his parents went to fight Darkseid he hugged them and his father showed him his very own Nightwing suit and gear. After the events that followed Tim made his way to Gotham to see what happened to Damien and sure enough he had been left behind to carry on as Batman. |
10,262 | 291 | 1 | 1,513 | 1,883 | Jump City:
Jump was now almost a ghost town, thanks to the combination of constant villain attacks, the disbanding of the Titans, and the fact that, with all of the heroes gone, villains were almost running unopposed... Almost... A large Lexcorp loader-bot stomped down the street with a gang of mutants hanging off of it. The gang had modified the robot with a grenade launcher. "WOOHOO!!! SHOOT THAT ONE!!!" yelled one of the mutants, the robot stopped and pointed it's Grenade Launcher at a car before firing and engulfing the car in a fiery explosion. "BOOYA!!!!" they cheered. However, the celebrations were cut short as one of the mutants on top were grappled by a glowing rope and pulled off into the darkness of the night. The robot turned around and pointed the Grenade launcher into the alleyway that their ally had been dragged. At that point, the rope came again and yanked away another of the mutants from the hull of the robot.
"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOIN' ON!?!?!?" yelled one.
"Me..." replied a black voice as a shadow appeared behind the leader of the gang, who was stood at the very top of robot, a legsweep sent him felling to the hard pavement bellow. He toop out his gun and fired at the shadow, but it was too late as the shadow disappeared. He stood motionless looking around.
"Where'd that fuck go?" he asked. The robot looked around, a high powered headlight on the front of it scanning for her. Had they remained perfectly still, then the sounds of the gyro's that allowed the robot to move wouldn't have drowned out the sound of a faint hissing. Something dropped down from under the robot and darted with almost superhuman speed towards the gang leader, roundhouse kicking him in the face, hard, then placing a firm boot on his chest and forcing him to the ground. The robot turned around to point it's headlights at the shadow. A woman stood in a black costume and holding a detonator. pressing the button, there was an explosion that ripped the torso from the legs and it fell over. The pilor tried to climb out, but the moment the hatch opened, he found a solid baterang smacking into his forehead, sending his head back against the hard metal and putting him down for the count. The woman then leaned down to the gang leader.
"Do yourself a favour, stay in Gotham, you will find Batman far more forgiving than ME!" as she said the last word, her boot moved up to his face and she began grinding it into the pavement. Suddenly, a camera feed from the Invisible Jet came up on her H.U.D. showing an appartment building across town to be on fire. She ground her boot into his face again "Clean up this mess by the time I get back, because, trust me, if you don't, then i'm going to make you wish that I killed people." she grunted, before walking away and pressing a button on her gauntlet. A minute later, the air was filled with the roar of an engine, but nothing to see. She then grabbed ahold of something which raised her into the air, before she disappeared from sight completely, the engine roar spiked, before finally, silence. | Name: Albert Constantine
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Parentage: Zatanna Zatara and John Constantine
Powers/Abilities: Natural skill for magic, mastery of the arcane arts, synchronicity and evocation.
Backstory:
Probably one of the most powerful magicians ever born, Albert Constantine had troubles in life ever since his birth, being son of Zatanna Zatara, a homo magis and John Constantine, the Hellblazer. Chased constantly by magicians, demons, angels and all sort of enemies to both his mother and father who could make him a hostage. In order to stop that, his father sealed his magic nature for a while, and erased Albert's memmory about any of his little tricks. The boy however had constant nightmares about that.
Everything seemed fine, the boy was able to live a fairly normal life, his parents managed to hide their true faces from the boy, for Albert, they were just another happy family, until that day came...At the age of 15, at a new school, a demon strong enough to notice the boy's heritage showed up before him, in order to take the boy, upon the contact, all his memmories instantly came back, and the seal was undone, the result was an unstable magic being, son of one of the most powerful magicians and one of the most powerful sorcerers with all of his powers without any sort of control, the result was a school reduced to ashes.
After that episode, his parents decided that it was time to sit, talk and teach their kid his way in the magic arts, he had no option so he gladly did it and remained studying magic from his 15 to his 19 years old, he was a fast learner, a prodigy, could be one of the most powerful magicians...if he didn't inherit some traits his father's personality...
He left home, started using his magic to his own will and pleasure, and acts according to his moral, even if most times he takes the "hero route", Albert is only likely to act according to his own moral code and doesn't see anything bad about using his synchronicity ability to manipulate his luck in gambling. |
10,263 | 291 | 2 | 450 | 421 | Jump City was sort of the ideal place for Delvine to settle down in during her search for her older brother Marcus, for two reasons. One, the amount of crime being perpetrated in the area was good exercise for her powers and basically made for daily training. Something that she couldn't really complain about. And, at the same time, the city was typically pretty quiet during the times when villains didn't decide to go out of their way to make noise and screw up the surrounding areas. This wasn't exactly one of those times, to state the obvious. Del was on her back, laying on the rooftop of an older building as she looked out over the city to observe the weird mutant gang rolling along through the road causing property damage that likely no one was going to pay for. Of course, then, a random super heroine decided to make their lives harder.
She sighed heavily as she watched them fight between themselves before, of course, the female came out on top and barked orders at the gang members like they were going to listen to what she was saying just because she said it loudly. Delvine definitely detested that type of person, and kind of thought about giving the woman a little piece of her mind. But that would be quite rude, said the voice of Delvine's mother in her head. Not the actual voice, of course, but one that she simulated for herself to form a mental devil's advocate.
"Look, ma, I don't really need your help but thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks." She spoke to herself out loud, looking around as she kind of wondered if anyone heard her. "I think I'm losing my marbles."
Delvine shot herself up to her feet, using a bit of energy to push herself up rather than using too much effort. She yawned loudly, stretching backwards to straighten her back and almost savoring the odd cracking noise. The young "hero" then stood straight, and said to herself in a slightly more quiet tone, "It's time for a bit of exercise." In her right hand, she formed two balls of energy that she twirled in a circular fashion in her palm and watched them before making them fade away.
"As I noticed, of course I've still got it." She grinned, giving herself a thumbs up for no reason. | Name: Delvine, which might not even be her real name.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Parentage: Two not very normal people.
Appearance: Delvine is a younger African American superhero who doesn't have exactly a "stereotypical" appearance. Her hair is tied into cornrows which all compile into a a large "dreadlock ponytail" which stops at the middle of her back. Every other row of her hair is colored blue which contrasts the natural warm brown color of her hair. Her irises are an odd purple-ish color that shift colors depending on her mood or what she would prefer they'd be at the moment. She has a soft face, with cutesy cheeks and a shapely body figure that she tends to hide behind a grey-ish trench coat. More often than not, she wears orange bug-eyed sunglasses over her eyes and grey fingerless gloves that have odd symbols and squiggles on the palm and the fingertips. She has scars all across her body except for her face, which are surprisingly devoid of said scars. On occasion, she wears the hood that accompanies her coat when she's trying to hide herself or just look menacing. Under her coat, she wears a very simple t-shirt and jean combo with no shoes or socks accompanying.
Powers/Abilities: Delvine has very powerful psionics in her blood, being the culmination of two age-old lines of psychics and telekinetics.
She can form constructs out of pure psychokinetic energy
Can read minds to a certain extent
Can manipulate objects from afar using only her mind
Can perform certain feats similar to sorcery using psionics and her gloves
Has a near-impenetrable mind
Her trench coat is blessed with magic to make it stronger than most forms of steel
It also has larger pockets on the inside than it looks like it could.
Manipulation of certain features via illusion, typically her eye color
Has intense sass.
Back Story: Delvine's back story isn't really tragic. It's more sterile and controlled than anything else. Her parents were each born to two ancient clans bearing powerful psionics. Despite the traditions that were presented to them, they both agreed after their arranged marriage at the age of 12 that they didn't want to uphold their families' traditions. They ran away together and settled together somewhere in the lower United States, somewhere in Louisiana. 12 years or so of marriage later and they finally birthed their first child who surprisingly had little to no psionic energy in his body. They named him Marcus, and he was pretty much a normal kid. Two years later, they birthed their second child who they named Delvine(at least, as far as she says.). She seemed almost as normal as Marcus during the first 10 years of life. But as she hit puberty, her psionic energy appeared to her in explosive bursts, sometimes literally. Throughout her first few years of puberty, she was dangerous even in her sleep. Her parents, though displeased by this, decided that they were going to get her help so that she could contain her energy and use it properly. She was left to live with a magic man that was a friend of the family so that she could learn how to properly channel herself, but was visited frequently by her parents. Del's brother Marcus was less pleased with this than the parents were, as this lead to him being shafted in terms of attention. He became quite bitter as the years of being ignored went by before he finally ran away one night, but not unnoticed. Several years later, Delvine's using her powers to combat crimes as well as track down her brother. If he isn't dead. |
10,264 | 291 | 3 | 1,224 | 1,558 | Timothy stood a top a roof having just arrived back in Gotham. He watched all the cars and people and admired the fact that a city that had moments of relative peace could be one of the most crime infested places on the planet. Thats when the gunshot sounded.
"Crap thats what I get for thinking this place can be peacefull." he said diving off the roof and flying off toward the sound. Once there he saw that it was an in progress robbery of a convenience store Tim landed and simply waited just outside the door and as the pair of thugs came through he clotheslined the first sending him flipping backward into his partner.
"WHat the-" they said looking up to see Tim standing there. "Oh shit its NightWing." one said then the other caught a glimpse of somthing out of the corner of his eye and turned his head.
"To hell with NightWing The bat is here." he yelled trying to scramble away only to have a starbolt fly past his ear and land in the ground.
"Stay where you are." he said turning to see Batman land next to him. "Couldn't just let me have these ones eh?" he said as Damien simply glared at him.
"We have those comunicators for a reason NightWing use it." he said coldly.
"Yeah well when I've got you breathing down my neck its hard to focus so I turned it off for my own safety." Tim quipped back as the police showed up and arrested the thugs. He and Damien took to the rooftops and stood face to face again.
"Do you really think these people will help at all?" Tim asked Damien a little more concern coming through his voice than he wanted.
"I sure hope so for the sake of everyone here and for our parents." Damien replied looking out over Gotham. | Name: Timothy Greyson/ Nightwing
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Parentage:
Nightwing - Dick Greyson
Starfire
Appearance:
Powers/Abilities:
-Expert in hand-to-hand combat
-Peak Athleticism Level
-Master of Multiple Martial Arts
-Expert Motorcyclist, Pilot, Driver
-Master Detective (Nearly as good as Bruce Wayne)
-High degree of scientific knowledge
-Flight
-Starbolts: Energy bolts fired from his hands.
-Starbeams: Energy ray fired from his eyes.
Back Story: Being of Tamaranian blood Timothy discovered his parents history and fathers current role as super heroes fairly young when he accidetaly blew up a boulder he and his friends were playing around. His mother started training him to use and control his powers shortly after.
His father however had already started teaching him martial arts with the help of Bruce Wayne and his own son Damien Wayne. When his father moved them to a new City he quickly discovered the existence of the Green Arrow in the city. His father hung up his mask and costume and told the now 13 year old Timothy the origin of his name. He was named after the young Timothy Drake who was killed in a fight while under the mantle of Robin. Soon after at age 17 Bruce Wayne called their house. Tim picked it up, all Bruce said was that the League needed Nightwing and listed co-ordinates. Since his parents were gone Tim donned the outfit and mask and flew to the co-ordinates surprising everyone there he held his own against a horde of the Jokers goons and even a robotic warrior with little help from the other league members. Though later chastised for his actions His parents were still proud of him for stepping up and doing what he thought was right. When his parents went to fight Darkseid he hugged them and his father showed him his very own Nightwing suit and gear. After the events that followed Tim made his way to Gotham to see what happened to Damien and sure enough he had been left behind to carry on as Batman. |
10,265 | 291 | 4 | 2,471 | 790 | Red Hood sat perched on a rooftop, looking over what he was told to be Gotham City. He acquired some information that he might be able to find some answers about his past in this crime ridden cesspool. The only problem, he didn't know quite exactly where to look. He seemed to have killed his info source a little too early, but that wasn't going to stop him from looking. He scanned the area, looking for any kind of person that looked like they could have info on any big crime runners. If anyone in this city knew anything, it would be the underground crime lords, they practically run this city. After a few minutes he noticed what seemed to be three gang members attacking a young lady in a dark alleyway. They looked like they were all a part of some strange clown gang, causing Red Hood to assume they were goons who worked for one of the crime lords. Who else would dress their henchmen in such ridiculous clothing.
He dropped down into the alley, falling quietly behind one of the thugs. He quickly stood up, wrapping an arm around the thugs neck and snapping the poor sod's neck. As the body dropped to the ground, the other goons turned around as Red Hood pulled out his two pistols, aiming towards the last two. The woman they were attacking took this time to run, screaming out of the alley, "Anyone moves, you'll end up like your friend over there." The anti-hero's voice was dark and monstrous, not really matching with his appearance. "Know that I've got your attention... How do you work for?"
The two thugs had their hands in the air, quivering a bit. One of them spoke up, "Come on man, just put the gun down. We ain't lookin' for any trouble."
Red Hood moved closer, the guns just inches from their heads, "Start talking or I'll start shooting, your choice." | Name: Experiment 824 / Red Hood
Age: 22
Gender: Androgynous, but identifies as a male.
Parentage: He has no parents, he has the genetic make up of Jason Todd and Killer Croc
Appearance: Rarely takes off the Red Hood costume, but underneath just imagine the Killer Croc from the Arkham games, just super skinny and tone instead of big and buff.
Powers/Abilities:
Carries a Sword and Two Pistols
Master Martial Artist
Skilled Acrobat
Skilled with Swords and Guns
Skilled Detective
Multi-Lingual
Bomb Assembly and Disposal
Superhuman Strength and Agility
Reptile-like Healing
Back Story: An unknown German scientist began experimenting with the DNA from several different super humans from around the world, including both heros and villains. One day while working on an experiment labeled 824, the scientist combined the DNA from Jason Todd and Killer Croc and placed them in an embryo. Over the years 824 grew up in the lab, never going into the outside world. He was trained in the art of combat, even being taught many languages and how to assemble and dispose of bombs. Unfortunately, while diffusing a bomb it went off, destroying everything in the lab and killing the scientist. Somehow, 824 survived, but at the cost of most of his memory. The only things he remembered was his training and the name "Red Hood". Now as the new Red Hood, 824 searches for any information about his past, desperately trying to find out why he was created and who the scientist was that created him. |
10,266 | 292 | 0 | 2,007 | 1,761 | True Faces
Far above the world, with a horizon of twisted pillars, howling winds and flying dragons there stood a castle. The sun stood over it, basking it in its warmth but there was no one to savour the moment. The castle was empty, devoid of life, save for a lone figure. In the courtyard there stood a throne, and on it sat the Dragon God.
"DRAGON GOD!" A war cry resounded through the castle. Its source was a warrior, he bore extremely ornate armour and a sword that looked like it could cut boulders as if they were butter. Behind him stood other figures also opulently equipped. There stood a mage, a cleric, an archer and an assassin, all formidable, all out for blood. They stood amongst the ruins of a large stone door, the warrior drew another breath. "WE CHALLENGE YOU!"
The shout was loud enough for several nearby dragons to take notice, the archer saw them from a distance and put his hand to his bowstring nervously. But the dragons simply perched on the castle walls, as if to watch the spectacle. On the throne, the figure stirred. He opened his eyes.
"Who dares to disturb the slumber of the Dragon God?" A deep and melodious growl emerged from his intimidating face mask, and the party in front of him readied their weapons. "It would seem you are aware of the consequences of your actions." He continued. The party tightened their grips on their weapons and swallowed nervously. "But it seems you must be taught what it means to be, the 'Dragon God'." At that, his presence magnified until it turned into an aura of pure terror, that seemed to speak to their very souls.
Arcane Spell Failure chance increased by 90%!
Sword Skill Failure chance increased by 80%!
Resistance reduced by 50%!
These were but only some of the things that appeared before the party. Without another word, he suddenly disappeared from his throne and appeared behind the Warrior. His gauntleted fist crashed into the Warrior's back with the force of a battering ram, shattering the armour he was so proud of and leaving him paralysed. The cleric desperately tried to spit out a spell, but it failed due to the effect of his fear. The archer attempted a shot but he was already beside him, snatching the arrow out of the air as soon as it left his fingers.
He snapped the arrow, then the bow, then the archer followed a little bit afterwards. As the archer faded from existence, the assassin attempted to strike his back with all of her strength.
Weapon broken! Maximum durability reduced.
The dagger bent and snapped against his back, he turned around and cut down the assassin with his claws before she realized what had happened. The Mage and the Cleric, seeing the death of their friends and their chances of victory, they turned and fled towards the broken gate of the courtyard. He let them go.
He approached the helpless warrior, raising his claws to strike.
"You are so utterly foolish." He said.
A few seconds later, the warrior faded into grey light.
Kosuke took off his face mask with a sigh.
"Damn it." He said, the deep melodious voice had changed to a rather normal one. "I need a new door."
He looked at the wreckage of his door. It had been a gift from some dwarves he'd done a quest for, and that last party had gone and cut it to pieces. He'd even made it openable, those jerks. He sifted through his menus and quickly unequipped his 'Dragon God' equipment and put on something more comfortable.
"Whatever, guess I'll just do with that for the time being." He muttered.
He typed out a message.
To: Koumi()
Subject: I need a door
Some guys went in and busted the door in my castle, can you come down and make another one? Also, I've got a pretty interesting quest if you're down for it.
From: Datze
"May as well ask the others as well." He said.
To: Don’ttouchmyfood()
Subject: Got a good quest
I've got a good quest that may or may not involve some interesting cooking, come to the castle if you're interested.
From: Datze
To: Katherine()
Subject: Interesting quest
I've got an interesting quest if you want it. Bring some polymorph potions, we'll probably be needing them.
From: Datze
To: Nacht()
Subject: A quest
I know you're definitely not busy right now because I haven't heard you conquering anything recently. I've got an interesting quest so you better come.
From: Datze
To: Momo_Hime()
Subject: May or may not need your help
I have a pretty interesting quest and a bard would help. Come to the castle if you're interested.
From: Datze
To: Bonum()
Subject: Your help would be appreciated
I've got an interesting quest that would benefit from some high Charisma. Come to the castle if you want in.
From: Datze
To: Erezin()
Subject: Got something for you
I found a quest that you may or may not end up enjoying. Come to the castle if you want in.
From: Datze
To: Grayliks()
Subject: Stop raiding for once
Yo, you raid too much. Do a quest with us for once.
From: Datze
"There we go." He said, "Hopefully they'll be here soon." | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
10,267 | 292 | 1 | 1,417 | 1,336 | As Ao was observing the surroundings from a large towering black pillar with the top being covered by some clouds, a mage has made his way to the top of the tower probably exhausting his MP to do so, before tapping the girl observing the surroundings.
"Hey, wanna go on a quest with me?" The mage said playfully, but with a more perverted thought within.
In response, the queen shook her head, before standing up and looking straight at the mage, with a serious look on her face. "No, I don't go on a quest with someone I don't know."
She then looked away from her, observing the surroundings. "Then you'll suffer." The mage said in a cold tone, pushing the girl off the pillar. However, she was apparently encased by a large white pillar, with some windows. "Dammit, I can't land on it because it's too fast..." The mage muttered, looking at the pillar.
Meanwhile at the ground, the white pillar almost landed on the ground, before disappearing into thin air, ejecting the queen from a safe height. She then looked at the colossal tower, and muttered. "If the mage is willing to harm a queen.... he deserves to be harmed." She then snapped a finger, and the tower suddenly disappeared into thin air. She looked up, and found a human figure falling from the skies.
She dashed over to where the person should fall, and waited for a moment, before the person fell to the ground. She found out that the person that fell from the skies was the guy who tried to push her off from the tower. "Ran out of MP, didn't you? I hope someone finds you before someone loots from you." The queen said harshly to the mage, before walking to a nearby village.
While walking to the village, she noticed a message from one of people she trusts in game, Datze, the Dragon God.
To: Koumi
Subject: I need a door
Some guys went in and busted the door in my castle, can you come down and make another one? Also, I've got a pretty interesting quest if you're down for it.
From: Datze
"The repair part is a easy job for me, and I'm always eager for any quests." Ao muttered, checking her inventory to confirm she is ready for quests. She then typed out a response.
To: Datze
Subject: Re: I need a door
That seems like a easy thing to do, and I'm always eager for any quests. Will be at the the front of the castle soon.
From: Koumi
Koumi then jumped, before being encased in a shiny yellow rectangular pillar with windows on it. The pillar started it's flight to the castle, aimed to land in front of the castle. | Name: Takeshi Kurota
Age: 27
Appearance:
Like this but with bandages on his arms and a lab coat.
Birthday: March 5th
Personality: Let’s call him Kurota-sensei. Kurota-sensei is somewhat thinks a lot, and is a little thick sometimes. Sometimes he doesn’t notice people, which might be bad for a school nurse. However, he’s pretty attentive for the smell of blood, and he always comes to the aid of people in need. He can come off as lazy and he’s usually quite deadpan, but he’s not emotionless. He’s calm, relatively quiet, and many find his personality quite peaceful, despite the fact that he doesn’t react that much, and the fact that he’s a bit eccentric. He likes reading quite a bit, but he’s pretty whimsical. He tends to read books he finds interesting. Most of the books he finds interesting others find weird.
As a young child, Kurota-sensei was taught the values of frugality from his mother, as he lived with his 5 brothers and 3 sisters in a relatively poor family. Life was hard for the small family but the Kurotas pulled through, learning things they needed to get through life.
Kurota-sensei’s best memories were eating out at restaurants. His dream was to become a 5-star world renowned chef and cook delicious food for his family. Part of the reason why he loved restaurant food so much was because his mother was a lousy cook. Regardless, he soon took up the job of family chef, cooking for his siblings and parents. He really wanted to become a good chef. Unfortunately, he woke up early and realised that he needed money more than food, so he became a doctor instead. A school nurse, to be exact.
He trained in university to become a doctor but realised he couldn’t really be bothered being an actual doctor. A school nurse job appeared to him and it gave a pretty good money-to-effort ratio so he decided to be a school nurse.
Kurota-sensei soon became known throughout the school as bandage-sensei because of the amount of bandages he used (and how he seems to permanently have bandages on his hands). Even a small cut would call for some good bandaging. He knew his stuff of course, he would be fired if he didn’t. It wasn’t like he bandaged everything, he just bandaged flesh wounds, no matter how minor. This is partially out of habit, as when he first started cooking, he burned and cut his hands a lot. There’s nothing particularly wrong with his hands anymore, but it’s basically a habit.
Yeah, anyway, wrap bandages get money.
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In game
Avatar Name: Don’ttouchmyfood (but that’s too long, so people call him Food-kun)
Avatar Title: Beast vanquisher, rare ingredient hunter, Immortal iron chef
Appearance:
Class: Master chef
Vitality of the hydra god
For eating the heart of the hydra god, Food-kun has been gifted with practically unlimited health regeneration and vitality, to the point where he doesn’t bother wearing armour and stopping your attack on him for a second will be enough time for him to be back on full health.
Tear your heart out and eat it.
Yeah, that’s the best name I could come up with. Simply put, Food-kun jabs his opponent with his bare hand, ripping through their chest and tearing out their heart. Then Food-kun eats it. It’s usually more trouble than it’s worth and really difficult to get, but Food-kun has mastered it and it heals pretty much 100% of his hp when he eats it and increases his stats by a lot temporarily. Also, if he eats special monsters, he gains permanent stats.
Iron claw
A monster skill. Turns the hand into a rigid iron eagle claw temporarily.
Blessing of the cooking gods
The blessing of the cooking gods passively gives Food-kun a better chance to make better food items. Also removes the cap on his food-making skill.
And he has a few other skills, but these are his signature moves.
When Kurota-sensei wasn’t a sensei (that is, in college), he worked a few part time jobs and eventually made enough money to sustainably play a VRMMO. He chose whatever this one was. When he arrived, he noticed that you could be a chef and decided to be the best damn chef in the entire world. He did pretty well at the start, and he was becoming a pretty good chef. However, this wasn’t how he got famous.
There was always something missing in his cooking. He couldn’t really put his finger on it. Making the food was fun and it tasted nice, but he felt it was somehow boring. The turning point came when his order of ingredients was running late.
As it turns out, a group of monsters had derailed the convoy, which kind of sucked. But rather than waiting for another shipment like any other chef, he decided to go to it. In his early days, he’d trained his strength and it’d apparently turned out useless. He’d also recently found a massive cleaver on the market, and he wanted a change. This was the event that led him to his legendary status.
He ran straight to it and arrived pretty early at a den of monsters. He butchered every single one and retrieved his meat. He also took some of the monster meat, which turned out to his benefit. It didn’t exactly taste any better than the other meat, but it tasted different. Kurota-notsensei was devoted to food and Food-kun gave him the opportunity he never had. Food-kun’s aim changed to finding different tastes.
Kurota-notsensei built up a reputation as Food-kun, the battle chef. First he built up his stats by fishing and diving into combat, grabbing as many rare ingredients as he could before cooking them. He slowly started building up fame, but he found that he died quite a bit. Another turning point appeared: it was when he could tear monster’s hearts out and eat them. He could learn it as he was a chef which had high strength. It was difficult to use the skill, however. It required great strength to use and it was ultimately an unarmed attack. Chefs who naturally had weak unarmed wouldn’t be able to use it well. It couldn’t punch through thick armour or scales, so it didn’t help much. However, that changed when he hunted the iron eagle.
He’d been hunting it for days, and when he caught it, he obviously tore out its heart and ate it. With that, he learned the move Iron claw, which made his skill incredibly easy to use. Cut with one hand, tear out the hart with the other. With Food-kun’s weird disposition, he could easily eat with one hand while fighting with the other. He wasn’t practically immortal yet, but he built up fame as an insane battle chef who dove into fights and came out covered in blood.
The pinnacle of his battle prowess was when fighting the evil hydra god, who didn’t spawn many ads, so Food-kun had difficulty killing it. He eventually did, however, using a well-placed meal, and its heart gave him practically impossible regen.
After that, he built up his cooking skill and became the first to achieve the highest rank. Then he was almost immediately one-upped as the cooking gods blessed him and removed his skill cap. Now he was completely unbalanced, and he’d only just finished college.
Food-kun now wanders the continent in search of rare ingredients and delicious food. Oh, and he's also good at bandaging. |
10,268 | 292 | 2 | 1,895 | 2,732 | Bam. Bzzt. Wappa wappa wappa. Katherine muttered as she controlled all of her dolls. She had found a new dungeon, one she hadn't seen before at least. Some of the dolls used "Ray of Flame" others shot out "Prismatic Orbs". Easy enough of a dungeon, really. So easy there was not really anything of value inside when she cleared it.
"What did I expect? Finding one of the last Havos Rings? Yea right." Katherine complained to one her dolls. She made it nod its head and pat her on the shoulder. "Thanks, Doll 217." She sighed and wondered what to do next. "Might as well just go 'home' for now." With a snap of her finger the girl and all of the thirty dolls with her disappeared from sight only to appear a half minute later back at the newly built "Doll Workshop."
There the remaining of her dolls stay, working, cleaning, sitting around, whatever they were set to do really. It was also here that her Doll Crafting Table was. With little else to do, "Dolls Fifty through Seventy, those of you still operational, front and center." Six or seven dolls, all similar looking appeared in front of her after a few seconds. "Any blemishes?" Katherine asked. The dolls all nodded, "No? Good. Durability. . . 57 and 60 stay here. Rest of you are free." The outside of the dolls looked fine, but the insides on these two are a different story. It was nothing difficult to fix. In fact it was over in just a few seconds. "Ok, you two are good to go. Just some loose joints it seems."
The two started to float off waving goodbye as they went back to their work. Katherine just watched as they went back to what they were programmed. "Ok, so now. . ." Bleep bleep. "A message? Whatsit say. . . interesting quest if you want it. Bring some polymorph potions?" Polymorph potions. Not something she kept on stock often. She had to look at her stash. "Umm. . . I have two of them. What do we even need these for? I'd imagine Datze would just eat his way through everything."
"200 throught 220, with me." The group of dolls floated over to Katherine, "It's easier to just talk in person than with a message." With a snap of her fingers again she disappeared from her Workshop and reappeared in the Castle of Datze. "Such a useful ability with these items. "Yoooooo, Datze. I know you're here. I mean, anytime I need to talk to you you're here, so I can't imagine you calling me out would be anything different." Not that she ever really needed to talk to him. Something felt wrong with it though. . . The door was missing! "Nice door. Remodeling?" | Real life:
Name : Yuu Kamikura
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: January 18th
Personality: Yuu is a person who typically doesn’t apply herself to much of anything. She shrugs off school, only going because she knows her parents would yell at her otherwise. To those in her class, she is fairly well know as either a liar or a prankster. Either way it’s not a very good image for her, still she doesn’t mind being kind to those in need. Of course, at a cost later unless she feels really sorry for them.
Bio: Unable to apply herself to anything in middle school, Yuu made her “living” on the tattered screams of girls she didn’t like on the receiving end of pranks and making boys regret being naive and convincing them to ask people out that they had no chance with.
In the beginning of high school she wore her brother’s old uniform (since she went to the same school as him of course) to play a joke on people that she was a really girlish boy. With her figure, it wasn’t unbelievable. One day she switched up to her actual uniform and everyone just believed she was cross-dressing for the heck of it. She had a hard time convincing people at that point, but somehow she got through to the majority after a while. Then she found the VRMMO. Something she could finally apply herself to. Quickly enough she found that mages were fairly easy and fun to play. However, there was never enough power with them.
Soon enough she discovered the ability to control objects magically. Dolls specifically were useful since they had arms that could be controlled too. Eventually she became a legend as a powerful witch and a vicious troll as well. Soon, the game became most of her life. This bothered her parents who confronted her. As an agreement, she must receive grades of an agreeable quality. Now, she continues playing, enjoying herself trolling people and doing daily events.
In Game
Avatar Name: Katherine
Avatar Title: “the Doll-Maker” (self-proclaimed), “the Witch”, “the Collector” and “Purposeful Troll” (She’s not so fond of this title)
Appearance:
Class: Mage (Puppeteer)
Signature Move/s:
-Doll Powering and Control: Katherine’s ability to control dolls is one of the harder magical skills in the game to master. Aside from actually controlling the dolls one must also power the objects to keep them doing what they need to do. That being said, Katherine can also store power in dolls for future use. As such, much time between logging in and actually doing things is storing her magical power inside her dolls. The dolls, otherwise, become mediums for her either helping her cast spells, attacking with small dollish weapons or even acting as a shield. Their most devestating attack, yet most wasting, is getting in enemies faces and exploding like a bomb.
-Teleportation: As she likes to play pranks on people, Katherine spent plenty of time learning on how exactly to teleport where and at the lowest cost possible.
Avatar Bio: Katherine is a powerful mage with the great ability to control an army of dolls and teleport as she pleases. She controls great artifacts that grant her practically unlimited use of magic and items that compliment her use of dolls well as well as a hovering platform that moves as she needs. She is also known as the greatest craftsman of dolls in the VRMMO world. . . Perhaps the only one though.
All in all she is considered a party of one with as many dolls as she can command and can clear much of the content by herself.
She is known as a troll
A list of in game items she has collected is-
-The Fifteen Grimoires: The Fifteen Grimoires are of course, Fifteen different Grimoires that hold great power in each of them. She will typically always carry one around with her and can easily switch out between them with her magic.
The Pendent of Magus: An item that gives her the ability to cast spells without end. It also allows her to permanently power her dolls if they run out of stored energy.
Platform of Hovering: This floating platform allows the user, Katherine in this case, to stand on the platform and float without expending magic. She could just as easily use a levitate spell, but the platform looks cooler.
The Six Rings of the Eight of Havos: The Rings of Havos are rings that provide a barrier to block attacks freely. It provides a free force barrier whenever the wielder would take an attack. Sadly, Katherine has only come across six of the rings. It is rumored there are eight overall. |
10,269 | 292 | 3 | 2,788 | 1,595 | We should have just not come! A particularly low-level ranger whispered to a particularly low-level paladin from where they hid in a ditch as the giant ogre stomped around looking for them.
"I have to get it back though! He'll be here!" The paladin whispered back, hopeful.
"He's not coming you mo-" the ranger started to say when the ogre finally found them and picked the ranger up. "ACK!"
The paladin stood frozen, unsure of what to do, when suddenly there's a white blur and the arm that was holding the ranger up was suddenly cut off from the ogre. The paladin looked over and saw who she had been waiting for.
"You called?" Bonum asked with a smile before the ogre let out a yell and charged at him. "Hold that thought." he told the two low-level players before also running at the ogre, taking a running jump and slamming the point of his blade into the ogre's head. Without a sound the ogre started to fall back, disappearing in a light grey light, leaving behind an ancient looking book. Bonum bent down and picked it up. "This is what you asked me what to help get back, right?" He asked as he went over and helped the ranger up.
"Oh my gosh! You did it! Yes!" The paladin squealed happily, jumping up and down as her companion just glared at her.
Bonum smiled as he handed her the book. "This must be really important to you to risk going into a high-level area for it."
"My sister has been looking for this! I couldn't wait to give it to her, and then those jerks took it and put it into this area!" The paladin huffed.
"Don't worry, I'll have a talk with them later. Now we better get you two back to town before anything else comes out." Bonum said as he pulled out a teleportation scroll set to the closest town and used it on them..
"Thanks again!" The paladin said happily as she and the ranger disappeared in a flash.
Bonum smiled, and then he noticed he received a message from someone on his friends list. He quickly pulled up his menu and pulled up the message. "Now lets see what you sent Datze...a quest huh? It's been a bit since I've went on a quest with any of them. It'd be nice to...yeah! I will!" Bonum said to himself as he quickly replied back that he would be there shortly. He pulled out another telportation scroll, this one set on Datze's castle. One flash later and he was standing before the doors of the castle...or he would be if the castle still had a door left...
"This is why I don't have a castle." Bonum sighed as went inside. Usually he would know but since that wasn't an option, he called inside as soon as he entered. "Datze? You still fighting the guys that did this?" He asked, it was highly unlikly though. That's when he noticed Kathrine was there as well. "Oh, hey there Kathrine! Datze invited you over too?" Then something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to see a yellow shiny yellow pillar land in the courtyard. "And Ao too! Though I guess thats for door repairing." | Name:Ao Shinkaichi
Age:15
Gender:Female
Brithday: 23 Oct
Personality: Ao seems like a somewhat calm girl that doesn't quite understand what is a joke and what isn't to most people, but she often acts harshly to people she actually likes. She also has an excessive addiction to trains, although she dislikes non-steam locomotives.
Bio: Ao was born in a somewhat rural town in westen Japan. Her father was working for a railway company, and the girl has taken interest in her father's job. However, she also has taken interest in gaming too, which resulted in the girl playing train simulator games.
However, when the girl was 10 years old, her father gave her a pendant with a ruby gem and left home, only to be found dead at a forest. She was somewhat in despair, not even playing games. However, during a conservation with one of her friends, she discovered the VRMMO, which helped her overcome the death by allowing her to de-stress. Since that, she spent most of her free time on the game, eventually becoming one of the best. Her mother weren't happy about this, since that increased the electricity bills. However, the problem was partially solved by the father-less family moving into the girl's cousin's house, which allowed Ao to play more VRMMO without parents shouting about electrical bills. However, the cousin's parents diidn't want Ao to have her grades lowered by the game, which made Ao play less, but she found a method to stay at the top while playing less.
Avatar Name: Koumi
Avatar Title: Queen of Pillars
Appearance: Similar to her real life appearance, but her hair is longer and is black. She wears a modest red dress made by a follower of her when not on quests. When on quests, she wears a full set of black light armor covering most of her skin to defend her from ambushes.
Class: Creation Witch
Signature Move/s:
Pillartillery: Koumi creates pillars travelling at high speed to attack anyone from far away. The pillars used can vary, from thousands of small pillars to a colossal pillar that could crush the fastest.
Pillarvel: Koumi creates a somewhat hollow pillar with windows, travelling towards the place she desires to go to at high speed, before disappearing at the place she wanted to go to. She becomes unmovable inside the pillar until it disappears.
Pillift: Koumi can use pillars as a lift.
As a Creation Witch, she can use pillars for other proposes, and she can create other shapes if she really needed to.
Avatar Bio: Koumi found an interesting class with so much potential, a Creation Wizard/Witch after hours and hours and gaming. However, becoming one required one to go through many hard quests, which most players couldn't clear. Even after they became a Creation Wizard/Witch, they must go through quests and quests to actually be able to create something and use it as a weapon or something properly. Koumi is one of the several people who made through the trials, and went to become the greatest Creation Witch. She uses pillars since it was the most convenient shape she could think of when she became a Creation Witch, and it has stuck with her. Now, these who bother attacking her in any way are met with a barrage of pillars, while she watches it from a giant pillar that shows her status as a "queen". |
10,270 | 292 | 4 | 2,422 | 1,600 | I can't hit her! One of the archers called to the rest of his group just before getting sent flying back towards a wall and dying. "Three down three to go" Erezin said as she stopped in front of the warrior that was fighting for this group and side-stepped his repeated swings of his broadsword. As the warrior swung her sword mages off to the sides began healing her, though it didn't help since Erezin activated "Road Connection" stopping the warrior in her track with paralysis and taking chunks out of the mages health with the burn status. "I... can't...move!" The warrior said before a fist went through her chest and she disappeared in a flash of light; after the light faded Erezin turned to face the one of the mages with lightning in her eyes "You're next”
The message from Datze popped up while Erezin was ripping the arms off of the last mage with a tornado. "A quest huh? I don't have anything else to do so why not" she said before she began running towards the Dragon God's castle leaving the lone mage to crawl away. As Erezin ran the wind picked up and created a walkway for her to reach the castle as it was high in the air. The wind path ended at the busted gate of Datze's castle and she stopped with a burst of wind following soon after. When the air settled she looked around noticing her trusted friends there as well and waved. Quickly walking over to Bonum Erezin slapped him on the back with a smile "how are you my fellow Paladin?". | Name: Marith Okuma
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: 8 january
Personality: She is basically a quiet timebomb most of the time, keeping to herself unless there is an absolute reason for her to speak up. Her usual tone she takes up with people is that of a person much less serious than she let's herself on to be. Marith likes to have fun and has a bit of a habit of zoning out in the middle of a conversation imagining herself back in the game right at that time.
In Game
Avatar Name: Erezin
Avatar Title: "King of storms", "The Air's ruler", "The sky king"
Appearance:
Class: sky Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Road Connection: The move that inflicts multiple effects by charging the air with static electricity causing paralysis, increasing the friction of the air to cause burns, and causes dizziness by shaking the ground by sending air pulses into the earth.
The Sky's Run: When this move is used Erezin accelerates to speeds undetectable to the human eye. This extreme burst of speed creates an area of incredible heat and pressure as well as a burst of air that burns and damages all enemies in the area, but this is only the tip of what it does. The Move has multiple lvls that are only accessed when she is fighting another high lvl enemy though the first 3 of them are always active allowing her to walk on the air by increasing the pressure to that of the ground.
Sky fall: Raises the air density of the surrounding area to that of water and calls down massive tornadoes directly on top of the helpless enemies who can't move quick enough to get out of the way while she roams around without having to slow down.
Secret Skills: Flame Road, Gem road, Time road, Bloody road, Fang road, Infinite Atmophere, Unlimited fangs, AT regalia
Avatar Bio: The Sky Paladin class is a super high end speed class that can only be reached by scaling the Gram scale tower that stretches high into the sky and defeating the team of 100 Valerye type bosses and the one God type super boss at the top of it. Erezin ripped the wings off of all the bosses after she had defeated them and had fused them into her own armor as a sign of authority over the sky. This has made the Class all but unaccessible to anyone but the ones who can defeat her.
Those that see to overthrow Erezin are not able to catch up to her, while those whole follow in her footsteps are stopped by the danger lurking around the sunken and destroyed Gram Scale tower that Erezin reside above. The only enemies that are able to catch her are the high speed. Having this class literally means that you are the ruler of the sky itself and those who inhabit it. Her main mode of transportation is high speed running. |
10,271 | 292 | 5 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Himeko was sitting in her peaceful cottage, checking all of her messages, there were at least fifty of them for her to go through. Half of them were requests for her help while the other half were more perverted in nature. She took the time to politely reject those who have asked for her help and apologized for not showing any interest. She deleted the others with no empathy. Then one message caught her attention. It was from the Dragon God himself, which was a pretty rare occurrence since he normally does not need a bard.
To: Momo_Hime()
Subject: May or may not need your help
I have a pretty interesting quest and a bard would help. Come to the castle if you're interested.
From: Datze
"He may or may not need my help?" she chuckled lightly. "Well, since it is him, I'll accept."
To: Datze ()
Subject: Re: May or may not need your help
Can't you just say you want me to come? I know you do~
Anyhow, I'm interested, so see you soon!
From: Momo_Hime
She got her equipment ready and pulled out a portal scroll that would take her to the castle. When she arrived, she saw that most of the gang was already here. "Hi everyone!" she greeted cheerfully. "This is kind of fun. It's been a while since we all went on a quest together, it's like a reunion of some sort."
She saw the busted door and smiled with understanding. "I see someone tried to mess with our beloved Dragon God, I can only imagine the fate they received for ruining such a perfectly good door." | Name: (Real name) Himeko Murai
Age: 15
Appearance:
Birthday: December 31st
Personality: She is very gentle, kind, and proper, so basically the ultimate Japanese young lady. Occasionally she can be a bit mischievous and tends to tease the people she care about with straight-faced, hard to understand jokes. It's hard to tell what she's really thinking/feeling, but if you make her mad, you better beware because nothing can save you at that point.
Bio: Himeko was friendly and fairly popular in school. Although she was very bored most of the time. She expressed those feelings to some of her closer friends who then told her to play a VRMMO with them. She figured she might as well join them since she had nothing else to do but fell in love with the game and its world. Soon enough, she began to outrank all of her friends but she still joins them for a dungeon or too.
In Game
Avatar Name: Momo_Hime
Avatar Title:The Princess of Songs
Appearance:
Class: Bard
Signature Move/s:
Fantaisie Impromptu (Op. 66 by Chopin) - Creates a phantasmal illusion that the victims cannot escape; It only lasts about thirty seconds, but that's usually enough time for the rest of her party to finish them all off.
Leibestraum (aka Love's Dream by Franz Liszt) - A soothing melody that fully heals everyone in the party in health points and status.
Tarantella - The fast pace melody delivers a frenzy of wild attacks in every direction
Avatar Bio: Momo_Hime dedicated all of her time to become the perfect Bard, mostly because it was an unpopular class and secondly it looked like fun. She wanted to become the ultimate support for her friends who dragged her into playing the game with them. Soon enough, her Bard skills became desirable and people began to beg her to join their party. That isn't to say she only plays as a support. She still has a collection of magic skills that she uses when she is by herself that can still pack a punch. However, she does prefer playing as a support. |
10,272 | 292 | 6 | 1,417 | 1,336 | Why do people keep trying to message me? They know I'm busy. Food-kun mumbled.
As usual, he had a slew of messages from other players, most along the lines of challenges and complaints. Food-kun was the legendary master chef, immortal cooking legend. A post envied by pretty much everyone, but no one knew how much grief it brought him.
Fame cost him more than most people knew. Lots of people who knew his name meant lots of people who messaged him every single day.
To: Donttouchmyfood
Subject: Challenge!
I am the true iron chef! Fight me in a cooking battle!
To: Donttouchmyfood
Subject: Commission
I require the services of the best chef in the world. I want you to make a meal for me. I will give you 1 million gold for it.
To: Donttouchmyfood
Subject: ****
U **** SCRUB U STOL MY KIL
U WOT M8
1V1 ME RITE NAOW U **** **** ****
He began typing out a letter he'd typed out a million times before.
To: Whoever
I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but due to my current workload, I am currently unable to accept any requests. If it is an urgent matter, please see me personally. If I am not in my kitchen in the fairy forest, I may be in the Hydra pit, Dragon cave, Hell, Chimera den, or some other yet undiscovered hunting ground.
May this letter find you in good health.
Also, to any repeat recipients, please stop sending me messages.
He did this for every message in his inbox. It may have taken longer than people would appreciate, but in the end, he was a teacher. He appreciated some formality and he was very business-like when dealing with people. Even though he had a series of messages from people on his friends list as well, he automatically typed the same message.
To: Don’ttouchmyfood
Subject: Got a good quest
I've got a good quest that may or may not involve some interesting cooking, come to the castle if you're interested.
“To Datze. Due to my current workload…” Food-kun muttered as he typed out the message.
He sent the reply without any second thoughts. After all of the messages were gone from the inbox, he stretched. It was time for him to work.
“Hmm…” Food-kun said, checking his inventory. “My shipments are missing.”
He then recalled a message he’d replied to earlier, about how his shipment got stolen by some guild looking for him. The message was from the guild itself, commanding that he join their guild and cook for them in order for his shipments to be returned. It happened quite often, really. His cooking gave incredible stat bonuses, and everyone wanted his meals.
Some would say that it was a waste of his cooking skills to not share it, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be the best chef in the world, he just wanted to eat tasty food.
“Looks like it’s time to collect.” Food-kun said, getting up.
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“Where is that bastard…” The guild leader said.
His guild was the black wolves, one of the strongest guilds in the game. A proud and ruthless bunch, they were based in a massive stone fortress, cultivated by the hard work of the guild members. But they always wanted to be stronger, and they happened on a shipment of spices headed over to the legendary chef.
“He’ll have no choice but to join us now…” Guild leader said.
Suddenly, massive explosion was heard outside. The guild leader rushed out onto the terrace and saw smoke coming out of the fortress’s front gate. Made of cast iron, none of the guild could imagine it being destroyed, but there was a massive hole in the gate.
“Hello, all.” Food-kun said, emerging from the dust. “I’m here to collect my spices.”
“He’s here! Kill him! Kill him!” The guild members said, panicking.
The archers shot their arrows and the mages shot their spells, kicking up a dust cloud.
“Stop, stop, stop!” The guild leader called down.
He didn’t want to kill him; he just wanted him to join their guild. The guild members waited anxiously for the dust to settle, to see the result of their work. Suddenly, a cleaver came out of nowhere, smashing into the guild leader’s face, instantly killing the high-level tank.
“It’s you, isn’t it? Hurry up and gimme my spices.” Food-kun said calmly, walking out of the dust.
“Hekilled the leader!” One of the mages cried “Kill him!”
Food-kun dashed close to the falling leader’s body. His hand gained a metallic sheen and it darted into the leader’s chest before coming out covered in blood. In his hands was the leader’s heart. He began chewing on it as he was showered in arrows and spells.
For eating the heart of a vicious warrior, your stats have improved.
Maximum health increased by 100,000
100% of health has been restored.
+20 to Strength, Dexterity and Vitality.
+50 to endurance.
Effects last for a day.
“Hm. Chewy.” Food-kun said.
The leader’s heart wasn’t too bad, but it wasn’t exactly great. He’d had better hearts, of course, but it wasn’t bad.
As he ate with one hand, he took the cleaver in the other and started swinging away. With every swing, he’d take another life. He ignored the items they dropped as it would be rude to take them.
He soon began killing every member that was attacking him, but he chose to ignore those who ran away. Food-kun continued into the stone fortress, breaking the walls in his way.
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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” The second in command said.
The second in command, a powerful mage, regretted his decision to try recruiting Food-kun, the immortal iron chef. Food-kun was out there butchering everyone in sight, and the second in command could be next.
Second in command was grabbing everything he could from the storage house, before the wall burst open. Sunlight streamed in and Food-kun was revealed in all of his bloody glory.
Second in command shrunk away from his fearsome form, but Food-kun ignored him. He began rummaging through the storage stuff, looking for his spices.
“Ah.” Food-kun said.
He’d found his spices!
Pocketing his entire shipment of spices, he swiftly walked out of the hole in the wall he’d made, leaving a perplexed second in command in his wake.
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“All spices accounted for.” Food-kun said, taking inventory.
He walked slowly through the wrecked compound, through holes he’d dug himself.
“Guess I should do that quest that was found the other day.” Food-kun said.
He walked away slowly from the smoking, destroyed fortress of the once proud black wolves guild. | Name: Takeshi Kurota
Age: 27
Appearance:
Like this but with bandages on his arms and a lab coat.
Birthday: March 5th
Personality: Let’s call him Kurota-sensei. Kurota-sensei is somewhat thinks a lot, and is a little thick sometimes. Sometimes he doesn’t notice people, which might be bad for a school nurse. However, he’s pretty attentive for the smell of blood, and he always comes to the aid of people in need. He can come off as lazy and he’s usually quite deadpan, but he’s not emotionless. He’s calm, relatively quiet, and many find his personality quite peaceful, despite the fact that he doesn’t react that much, and the fact that he’s a bit eccentric. He likes reading quite a bit, but he’s pretty whimsical. He tends to read books he finds interesting. Most of the books he finds interesting others find weird.
As a young child, Kurota-sensei was taught the values of frugality from his mother, as he lived with his 5 brothers and 3 sisters in a relatively poor family. Life was hard for the small family but the Kurotas pulled through, learning things they needed to get through life.
Kurota-sensei’s best memories were eating out at restaurants. His dream was to become a 5-star world renowned chef and cook delicious food for his family. Part of the reason why he loved restaurant food so much was because his mother was a lousy cook. Regardless, he soon took up the job of family chef, cooking for his siblings and parents. He really wanted to become a good chef. Unfortunately, he woke up early and realised that he needed money more than food, so he became a doctor instead. A school nurse, to be exact.
He trained in university to become a doctor but realised he couldn’t really be bothered being an actual doctor. A school nurse job appeared to him and it gave a pretty good money-to-effort ratio so he decided to be a school nurse.
Kurota-sensei soon became known throughout the school as bandage-sensei because of the amount of bandages he used (and how he seems to permanently have bandages on his hands). Even a small cut would call for some good bandaging. He knew his stuff of course, he would be fired if he didn’t. It wasn’t like he bandaged everything, he just bandaged flesh wounds, no matter how minor. This is partially out of habit, as when he first started cooking, he burned and cut his hands a lot. There’s nothing particularly wrong with his hands anymore, but it’s basically a habit.
Yeah, anyway, wrap bandages get money.
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In game
Avatar Name: Don’ttouchmyfood (but that’s too long, so people call him Food-kun)
Avatar Title: Beast vanquisher, rare ingredient hunter, Immortal iron chef
Appearance:
Class: Master chef
Vitality of the hydra god
For eating the heart of the hydra god, Food-kun has been gifted with practically unlimited health regeneration and vitality, to the point where he doesn’t bother wearing armour and stopping your attack on him for a second will be enough time for him to be back on full health.
Tear your heart out and eat it.
Yeah, that’s the best name I could come up with. Simply put, Food-kun jabs his opponent with his bare hand, ripping through their chest and tearing out their heart. Then Food-kun eats it. It’s usually more trouble than it’s worth and really difficult to get, but Food-kun has mastered it and it heals pretty much 100% of his hp when he eats it and increases his stats by a lot temporarily. Also, if he eats special monsters, he gains permanent stats.
Iron claw
A monster skill. Turns the hand into a rigid iron eagle claw temporarily.
Blessing of the cooking gods
The blessing of the cooking gods passively gives Food-kun a better chance to make better food items. Also removes the cap on his food-making skill.
And he has a few other skills, but these are his signature moves.
When Kurota-sensei wasn’t a sensei (that is, in college), he worked a few part time jobs and eventually made enough money to sustainably play a VRMMO. He chose whatever this one was. When he arrived, he noticed that you could be a chef and decided to be the best damn chef in the entire world. He did pretty well at the start, and he was becoming a pretty good chef. However, this wasn’t how he got famous.
There was always something missing in his cooking. He couldn’t really put his finger on it. Making the food was fun and it tasted nice, but he felt it was somehow boring. The turning point came when his order of ingredients was running late.
As it turns out, a group of monsters had derailed the convoy, which kind of sucked. But rather than waiting for another shipment like any other chef, he decided to go to it. In his early days, he’d trained his strength and it’d apparently turned out useless. He’d also recently found a massive cleaver on the market, and he wanted a change. This was the event that led him to his legendary status.
He ran straight to it and arrived pretty early at a den of monsters. He butchered every single one and retrieved his meat. He also took some of the monster meat, which turned out to his benefit. It didn’t exactly taste any better than the other meat, but it tasted different. Kurota-notsensei was devoted to food and Food-kun gave him the opportunity he never had. Food-kun’s aim changed to finding different tastes.
Kurota-notsensei built up a reputation as Food-kun, the battle chef. First he built up his stats by fishing and diving into combat, grabbing as many rare ingredients as he could before cooking them. He slowly started building up fame, but he found that he died quite a bit. Another turning point appeared: it was when he could tear monster’s hearts out and eat them. He could learn it as he was a chef which had high strength. It was difficult to use the skill, however. It required great strength to use and it was ultimately an unarmed attack. Chefs who naturally had weak unarmed wouldn’t be able to use it well. It couldn’t punch through thick armour or scales, so it didn’t help much. However, that changed when he hunted the iron eagle.
He’d been hunting it for days, and when he caught it, he obviously tore out its heart and ate it. With that, he learned the move Iron claw, which made his skill incredibly easy to use. Cut with one hand, tear out the hart with the other. With Food-kun’s weird disposition, he could easily eat with one hand while fighting with the other. He wasn’t practically immortal yet, but he built up fame as an insane battle chef who dove into fights and came out covered in blood.
The pinnacle of his battle prowess was when fighting the evil hydra god, who didn’t spawn many ads, so Food-kun had difficulty killing it. He eventually did, however, using a well-placed meal, and its heart gave him practically impossible regen.
After that, he built up his cooking skill and became the first to achieve the highest rank. Then he was almost immediately one-upped as the cooking gods blessed him and removed his skill cap. Now he was completely unbalanced, and he’d only just finished college.
Food-kun now wanders the continent in search of rare ingredients and delicious food. Oh, and he's also good at bandaging. |
10,273 | 292 | 7 | 1,374 | 127 | Before the Night's Conquest of Caevum, there had once been a luxurious reception room in the monarch's castle where the king invited dignitaries to converse to them on a more personal level than what the throne room offered. It was a beautiful room, plastered with the finest decorations money could afford with a large, spacious balcony that allowed a view overlooking the city. No doubt it was to demonstrate the splendor of Caevum.
However, since Nacht took the castle for his own purpose, he converted the room from its original goal of diplomacy to that of war. No longer was there majestic paintings or marbles of world-renowned artists and fabrics of the most beautiful silk and cloth. Instead he commissioned for a long table with the map of the known world carved onto its surface. It sat in the center of the room. At the head of the table was a throne for him to sit upon facing the city of Caevum below his castle, raised only slightly to subtly show that he was above everything like a judging deity.
It was in this very room where he gathered his subordinates and discussed war.
A majority of his subordinates currently in the room with him were non-playable characters. Though they were only artificial intelligence, they had been with him since he began playing. Nacht valued their loyalty and they were much smarter than most players would think. They had a keen mind for military matters. From experience, a majority of player characters were just awful when it came to planning and strategy. If anything, they were more like brutes who wanted to use force to get things done. He didn't need those kind of people in high positions.
"We've recently inducted some new recruits into our ranks," said Connor, formerly a spearman in his original army until they expanded. He was a veteran despite his seemingly young appearance. "They're plenty strong, but they're making a ruckus about their positions. They think just because they're powerful that it means they can just move up the ranks rather quickly."
Nacht smiled, an action hidden by his helm. There were many high-leveled players joining him because they wanted to loot and pillage. They had the gall to demand higher positions. Many didn't deserve it.
Before he could speak, a player in the meeting spoke up, "They just want a bit of action. We've been having trouble with Seathia lately, right? Just send them over to burn the farmland that surrounds the city. We can try to starve out the population there."
Connor frowned. "True. Various guilds use Seathia as their base of operations, making efforts to capture it ineffective because of the strength of those adventurers. Starving them would have the leadership of the city surrender to us eventually."
"You," Nacht said, glancing over to the player that made the suggestion. "What's your name?"
The player, a woman he noted, turned to him. Her eyes were dulled by a bit of a fear. He had that effect on people. In a voice fraught with shaking, she said, "M-My name is L-l-lucretia. Y-you promoted me a w-w-week ago."
Nacht nodded. He remembered now. She was one of the few players that understood the importance of subtlety. "It's good that I've made the right decision. Lucretia, Connor, I'm placing both of you in charge of capturing Seathia. I give you both command of the third and fifth army. Do not fail me. For now, this meeting is over. You're all dismissed."
Connor nodded solemnly, a contrast to the beaming Lucretia. The two paired up together to discuss plans for the upcoming invasion. It was good to see people that treated the NPCs like they were people. Nacht did the same, but he would never go as far as seeing them as real. They were disposable, but he understood it was easier to have their loyalty by treating them well.
As the last of his subordinates left the war room, Nacht began checking any messages he received during the meeting. Many were threats against his life, but they were easily ignored. He blocked them to ensure that they never send another message to him again. They were pests.
To: Nacht ()
Subject: A quest
I know you're definitely not busy right now because I haven't heard you conquering anything recently. I've got an interesting quest so you better come.
From: Datze
Nacht read over the message he received from the "Dragon God" and snorted. Sometimes the man didn't realize how so many things went into conquering a city. Logistics, subterfuge, diplomacy, etc. They were all necessary. Nevertheless, his interest was piqued. Knowing Datze, his "quest" could very well be a party and this was his way of inviting him.
"It's not like I'm busy," Nacht muttered to himself. There was no harm in seeing what Datze wanted.
To: Datze ()
Subject: Re: A quest
Very well. I will arrive momentarily.
From: Nacht
Without even standing up from his throne, Nacht began teleporting to his friend's castle.
It was only a moment later that he stood in front of Datze's castle. It was a quaint thing, but it did its job to intimidate any would-be heroes that faced his friend. Nacht summoned five knight NPCs to use as his entourage. If he timed his teleportation correctly, he would be fashionably late to whatever Datze wanted him for.
Nacht and his knights marched inside the castle, sweeping in with dramatic flair as he allowed his cape to flutter behind him. His five knights guarded him, two on each side and one in the back, equipped with extravagant, black armor.
"I am the Night's Emperor, Lord of Caevum, War Lord of the Continent and the World's Future Ruler. I am Nacht!" He shouted with pride. "Dragon God, you've summoned the Great Conqueror. Pray that you do not waste my time!" | Name: Makoto Date
Age: 17
Birthday: 29 February
Personality
Prideful to say the least, Makoto is intelligent, calculating, and patient, while simultaneously unwavering in his principles. Because of his steadfast convictions which he never hesitates to espouse when appropriate, he possesses a natural charisma and ability to leader others. However, in spite of his pride, Makoto is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in achieve success. Despite acting with an iron fist, Makoto shows care for those under his dominion despite his seemingly harsh and strict nature.
Biography
Makoto Date descends from a line of leaders heavily involved in government. He can even trace his lineage to the famous warlord, Masamune Date. In the modern day, his parents are politicians in the Diet, having served for several years already. It is expected of Makoto to follow in their footsteps once he comes of age, a legacy he is more than happy to continue.
Despite possessing the maturity and discipline to meet the responsibilities and expectations he accumulated, Makoto understood to take care of his physical and mental health to avoid burning out or snapping from pressure. He overheard several students mentioning a VRMMORPG that just recently went out of beta and was about to be launched. Makoto researched the game that was being released and found it sufficient for his dilemma. When the game was launched, Makoto was one of the first players to join.
As Makoto rose in infamy in the game, he also managed to rise in his own life as well. He reached his third year in high school as student council president, a title he held since his first year in middle school, while maintaining the number one position in the class rankings. There were few people who didn't know Makoto-taichou. There were even fewer that he spent his free time playing a VRMMORPG.
In Game
Avatar Name: Nacht
Avatar Title: Night’s Emperor
Appearance: His face is hidden by an aquiline helmet, sharp and foreboding in appearance and colored black by the dark metal used to make it. He stands a head above most, bedecked in armor of dark palette with robes of fine linen over it. His slender frame is hidden by a long, black cape that is often wrapped around his body, giving him the appearance of a bird of prey hovering over its captured meal.
Class: Great Conqueror
Signature Moves:
Presence of the Emperor – When in the same party (for PCs) or presence (for NPCs) of Nacht, players and non-playable characters have increased stats and are unable to fall victim to mental pressures.
Tactician’s Perspective – When used, Nacht is able to have an overhead view of the battlefield and is able to mentally send commands to NPCs.
Call-to-Arms – Nacht is able to summon NPCs to fight for him. The amount he could summon is dependent on a non-playable character’s strength. This means he has options of whom he could summon. He can summon an army of weaker NPCs or he may summon a single swordsman that is capable of taking on even the strongest of players.
Geas – Nact is able to place a geas, an absolute command, on a NPC. While under his geas, the NPCs that are controlled are buffed considerably until that command is met. When used on other players, they are paralyzed and stunned for three seconds.
Avatar Biography:
Nacht was one of the newcomers to the VRMMORPG when it was first launched. Despite his research into the mechanics of the game, he lacked general experience when it came to video games. It was because of his inexperience that led him to choose "Tactician" as his character class, having thought of it as a role most suited for him when it was offered to him.
Unfortunately, a majority of players considered Nacht's chosen class as useless or boring. The beta players rated it poorly and this opinion was imbedded in the players. Tacticians had no noteworthy personal skills and attributes because the class relied primarily on directing non-playable characters. However, despite the mockery and disdain Nacht endured in the early stages of playing, he grew fond of the unique playstyle his class provided.
In the game, players were able to gain reputation in the various organizations and factions scattered throughout the setting. Because no one cared to party with him, Nacht focused on completing quests for NPCs with his small band of NPC soldiers. His reputation among the militaries of the game's setting grew with time and eventually his class changed into "Strategist" (a more advanced version of his original class) and there were many high-ranking non-playable characters clamoring for him to join their kingdoms with the rank of a noble or general. He and his group would come to be called "The Black Cowls" for copious amount of black clothing and armor they wore.
After months of playing, Nacht took note of the intricate relationships a player character can have with non-playable characters. Though they were all AI, a majority of them all acted like they were real people. It was an astounding technological development and Nacht saw how many reacted similarly to how humans would. Not only that, the various leaders of several organization, factions, and even kingdoms changed with startling fluidity.
An idea sprouted Nacht, "What if I took advantage of this?"
He took the Black Cowls to the city-state of Caevum, a port city that served as a major trading hub between the frontier and the insular "safe" regions of the game. The region Caevum was settled in was mountainous, difficult to invade by land and sea. Even the ruling monarch's castle was carved into the face of the largest mountain that stood looking over the city and port. Nacht pledged his allegiance to the king of Caevum.
However, Nacht's pledge was only a ruse. In the game's history of Caevum, it was said that no outside force was ever able to conquer it. For Nacht, it was only a simple manner of manipulating his way into the trust of the king. In a move no other players thought was possible, he deposed the king of Caevum and executed him publicly. He then proclaimed to the masses that he was now their ruler. He was not to be their king, but their emperor.
In the castle of Caevum, after crowning himself as emperor, Nacht found a quest item that immediately changed his class to "Great Conqueror." There was a legend in the game that talked of a mighty emperor that once controlled the entire world. His conquest of Caevum triggered the quest and urged Nacht to continue forth with his mission. Spurred by the thought of war, political intrigue, and state administration, Nacht was more than willing to begin his conquest of the world.
Nacht began conquering and taking more and more territory, marking him as one of the hated villains in the game. Nevertheless, there were many that was willing to aid him on his ambition. |
10,274 | 292 | 8 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Quest 1 - The Monster Cafe
((If you thought this RP was going to be serious, you were most definitely wrong))
"Good, you're all here." Kosuke said, standing up and dusting himself off. Food-kun had said he wasn't coming in the usual manner, Katherine had brought some dolls which he hadn't thought was necessary and Nacht brought some soldiers, presumably to make a grand entrance. There were about five dragons perching on the towers behind him, visibly amused at his bravado, but Kosuke was most certainly not going to tell him that.
"May as well tell you all now, if you guys were looking for combat then you'll be disappointed." He said, although he'd already assumed that everyone else had assumed that he knew combat quests were way too easy for all of them and that this quest was probably something else. "I wasn't really sure if I actually needed you guys, but it's always funner doing quests with friends."
He pulled up the quest interface and pressed a few buttons. A few seconds later, a message popped up for the rest of the group.
Quest Received: Investigate rumours about the Monster Cafe
An old bard once sang a song of a haven for monsters where they would all go to get their morning coffee, but when adventurers went out to search for it, it vanished. Rumours circulating in Dural have said that the Cafe has appeared somewhere near the city but it is unknown where these rumours come from.
Investigate these rumours and find the Monster Cafe.
Difficulty: ???
Quest will only fail if abandoned.
"So, what do you guys think?" He asked them. "And Nacht, drop that damn act already!" | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
10,275 | 292 | 9 | 1,895 | 2,732 | A cafe where monsters go to get their coffee before being slain by people? That sounds like a nice place to go to... unless it vanishes again. I brought some stuff for combating things just in case, but guess I didn't need them. Not that I wanted to combat stuff, since that's boring now. Ao calmly said, looking at the Dragon God. She then looks around, seeing familiar faces. There were many males, but females like Ao can be seen, too. Ao then looked at the place where the door should be, and snapped a finger. Suddenly, a new door made of stone appeared where the door should be, displacing the rubble of the old door. She realizes she didn't create anything but pillars of varying types and sizes in awhile, since she usually denies the requests from people to make new things for them, believing that buying the required object from someone helps the economy and having people improve their skills to make the object would encourage them to not rely on people, the latter hopefully reducing the amount of message she gets. Although she has set her message system to not notify her of messages that aren't from her friends, the messages still catches her eyes when looking through the messages to find old messages.
Ao then shifted through the menus, trying to equip her light armor since her dress would reduce her mobility because of it's size, while the light armor doesn't. "Hmm... Let's deny the requests, block the perverts and check the gifts from my friends, if any before the quest begins." She thought, shifting through menus, swiftly typing out a message.
To: FluffyRabbit, SwarmSwarm and 50+ others
I'm sorry, but I do not take requests from people I don't quite know. If you absolutely need the item, you could help the economy by buying them from others, grinding through monsters if you need to. If that's not possible, try making it yourself, and help others by selling them, or even giving them to people who needs them.
By: Koumi | Real life:
Name : Yuu Kamikura
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: January 18th
Personality: Yuu is a person who typically doesn’t apply herself to much of anything. She shrugs off school, only going because she knows her parents would yell at her otherwise. To those in her class, she is fairly well know as either a liar or a prankster. Either way it’s not a very good image for her, still she doesn’t mind being kind to those in need. Of course, at a cost later unless she feels really sorry for them.
Bio: Unable to apply herself to anything in middle school, Yuu made her “living” on the tattered screams of girls she didn’t like on the receiving end of pranks and making boys regret being naive and convincing them to ask people out that they had no chance with.
In the beginning of high school she wore her brother’s old uniform (since she went to the same school as him of course) to play a joke on people that she was a really girlish boy. With her figure, it wasn’t unbelievable. One day she switched up to her actual uniform and everyone just believed she was cross-dressing for the heck of it. She had a hard time convincing people at that point, but somehow she got through to the majority after a while. Then she found the VRMMO. Something she could finally apply herself to. Quickly enough she found that mages were fairly easy and fun to play. However, there was never enough power with them.
Soon enough she discovered the ability to control objects magically. Dolls specifically were useful since they had arms that could be controlled too. Eventually she became a legend as a powerful witch and a vicious troll as well. Soon, the game became most of her life. This bothered her parents who confronted her. As an agreement, she must receive grades of an agreeable quality. Now, she continues playing, enjoying herself trolling people and doing daily events.
In Game
Avatar Name: Katherine
Avatar Title: “the Doll-Maker” (self-proclaimed), “the Witch”, “the Collector” and “Purposeful Troll” (She’s not so fond of this title)
Appearance:
Class: Mage (Puppeteer)
Signature Move/s:
-Doll Powering and Control: Katherine’s ability to control dolls is one of the harder magical skills in the game to master. Aside from actually controlling the dolls one must also power the objects to keep them doing what they need to do. That being said, Katherine can also store power in dolls for future use. As such, much time between logging in and actually doing things is storing her magical power inside her dolls. The dolls, otherwise, become mediums for her either helping her cast spells, attacking with small dollish weapons or even acting as a shield. Their most devestating attack, yet most wasting, is getting in enemies faces and exploding like a bomb.
-Teleportation: As she likes to play pranks on people, Katherine spent plenty of time learning on how exactly to teleport where and at the lowest cost possible.
Avatar Bio: Katherine is a powerful mage with the great ability to control an army of dolls and teleport as she pleases. She controls great artifacts that grant her practically unlimited use of magic and items that compliment her use of dolls well as well as a hovering platform that moves as she needs. She is also known as the greatest craftsman of dolls in the VRMMO world. . . Perhaps the only one though.
All in all she is considered a party of one with as many dolls as she can command and can clear much of the content by herself.
She is known as a troll
A list of in game items she has collected is-
-The Fifteen Grimoires: The Fifteen Grimoires are of course, Fifteen different Grimoires that hold great power in each of them. She will typically always carry one around with her and can easily switch out between them with her magic.
The Pendent of Magus: An item that gives her the ability to cast spells without end. It also allows her to permanently power her dolls if they run out of stored energy.
Platform of Hovering: This floating platform allows the user, Katherine in this case, to stand on the platform and float without expending magic. She could just as easily use a levitate spell, but the platform looks cooler.
The Six Rings of the Eight of Havos: The Rings of Havos are rings that provide a barrier to block attacks freely. It provides a free force barrier whenever the wielder would take an attack. Sadly, Katherine has only come across six of the rings. It is rumored there are eight overall. |
10,276 | 292 | 10 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Nah, your two will be fine. Kosuke said, rifling through his inventory a bit. "I just didn't think I had enough of these."
He tossed a bag of scales towards Katherine.
Ding!
Item Received: Mighty Morphin' Dragon Scale x 7
A memento from a battle with the Mighty Morphin' Dragon Rangers, a rather unusual group with rather strange abilities. Not much is known about them, except for the fact that they may or may not have been dragons at some point, may or may not have been rangers at some point, and most definitely do posses some powerful polymorph magic.
Use to polymorph.
"I got these from some really annoying assholes." He said, "They kept turning into trees and stuff." | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
10,277 | 292 | 11 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Hey there Grayliks! Bonum smiled when he saw him appear on the castle's courtyard in much the same way as he had. And shortly after that Bonum felt a gust of wind and looked up to see Erezin make her entrance. He waved back at her after she landed and when she greeted him, he replied, "I'm doing well, just got done with a few requests. It's been awhile since we've done a quest with one another." It was interesting to go on quests with Erezin, being a high-level paladin like himself, you could see a few of their class's similarities but also their differences since Erezin chose to specialize while Bonum stuck to the regular path.
Bonum gave another wave to Momo_Hime as walked in, followed by Nacht teleporting into the courtyard followed by his entourage of NPC's. Bonum saw Nacht being on the different end of the spectrum, with Bonum trying to help people and Nacht trying to conquer. But Bonum liked and respected Nacht and its not like Nacht was trying to ruin the game like common bullies did, he was a tactician after all and he sat himself up like a final boss.
Bonum was wondering where Food-kun was but it wasn't like he never missed out on quests before. So that made Nacht the last to arrive, which meant it was time to look over the quest. Bonum was interested in this kind of quest, fighting quests were too easy and he didn't care for them to much either way, and collecting treasure wasn't his thing either. Besides, a cafe sounded all nice and relaxing, even if filled with monsters. "Well, I got to say my interest has been peeked, so sure, count me in." Bonum smiled and stood back as the others got their stuff together and the polymorph potion situation sorted out. He did a quick check of his armor and put his weapon away for now. He wouldn't need it for awhile, and not even then if all went well. | Name: (Real name) Himeko Murai
Age: 15
Appearance:
Birthday: December 31st
Personality: She is very gentle, kind, and proper, so basically the ultimate Japanese young lady. Occasionally she can be a bit mischievous and tends to tease the people she care about with straight-faced, hard to understand jokes. It's hard to tell what she's really thinking/feeling, but if you make her mad, you better beware because nothing can save you at that point.
Bio: Himeko was friendly and fairly popular in school. Although she was very bored most of the time. She expressed those feelings to some of her closer friends who then told her to play a VRMMO with them. She figured she might as well join them since she had nothing else to do but fell in love with the game and its world. Soon enough, she began to outrank all of her friends but she still joins them for a dungeon or too.
In Game
Avatar Name: Momo_Hime
Avatar Title:The Princess of Songs
Appearance:
Class: Bard
Signature Move/s:
Fantaisie Impromptu (Op. 66 by Chopin) - Creates a phantasmal illusion that the victims cannot escape; It only lasts about thirty seconds, but that's usually enough time for the rest of her party to finish them all off.
Leibestraum (aka Love's Dream by Franz Liszt) - A soothing melody that fully heals everyone in the party in health points and status.
Tarantella - The fast pace melody delivers a frenzy of wild attacks in every direction
Avatar Bio: Momo_Hime dedicated all of her time to become the perfect Bard, mostly because it was an unpopular class and secondly it looked like fun. She wanted to become the ultimate support for her friends who dragged her into playing the game with them. Soon enough, her Bard skills became desirable and people began to beg her to join their party. That isn't to say she only plays as a support. She still has a collection of magic skills that she uses when she is by herself that can still pack a punch. However, she does prefer playing as a support. |
10,278 | 292 | 12 | 1,374 | 127 | If Nacht was disappointed by the underwhelming response of his grand entrance, he didn't show it. The man heralded as the Night's Emperor remained undaunted and continued his march forward, integrating himself into the group seamlessly. He nodded at those that did manage to greet him. He also ignored Datze. Whatever could he mean by act?
However, the exception to his solemn greetings was to Momo_Hime. "It remains a pleasure to once again meet with you, my Lady Princess," he greeted her kindly. It wouldn't do to forget decorum.
Being with this particular group of people gave him a sense of nostalgia. Before they had risen into legendary figures within the game, they had all been reliable allies. Nacht could never forget people that never disparage him for his class selection and invited him to group with them. It was a kindness he would always repay a hundredfold.
Though Datze's quest was not what he expected, Nacht was fully prepared to join regardless.
"An intriguing quest," Nacht commented. "It would be interesting to locate the hideout of these monsters. Very well, Datze, I will join you! I shall have my agents begin scouring each city for information! Interrogation, spying, bribes, everything! I assure you that we will find this Monster Cafe! Once we do, we shall use the full might of our forces to decimate them once and for all!" | Name: Makoto Date
Age: 17
Birthday: 29 February
Personality
Prideful to say the least, Makoto is intelligent, calculating, and patient, while simultaneously unwavering in his principles. Because of his steadfast convictions which he never hesitates to espouse when appropriate, he possesses a natural charisma and ability to leader others. However, in spite of his pride, Makoto is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in achieve success. Despite acting with an iron fist, Makoto shows care for those under his dominion despite his seemingly harsh and strict nature.
Biography
Makoto Date descends from a line of leaders heavily involved in government. He can even trace his lineage to the famous warlord, Masamune Date. In the modern day, his parents are politicians in the Diet, having served for several years already. It is expected of Makoto to follow in their footsteps once he comes of age, a legacy he is more than happy to continue.
Despite possessing the maturity and discipline to meet the responsibilities and expectations he accumulated, Makoto understood to take care of his physical and mental health to avoid burning out or snapping from pressure. He overheard several students mentioning a VRMMORPG that just recently went out of beta and was about to be launched. Makoto researched the game that was being released and found it sufficient for his dilemma. When the game was launched, Makoto was one of the first players to join.
As Makoto rose in infamy in the game, he also managed to rise in his own life as well. He reached his third year in high school as student council president, a title he held since his first year in middle school, while maintaining the number one position in the class rankings. There were few people who didn't know Makoto-taichou. There were even fewer that he spent his free time playing a VRMMORPG.
In Game
Avatar Name: Nacht
Avatar Title: Night’s Emperor
Appearance: His face is hidden by an aquiline helmet, sharp and foreboding in appearance and colored black by the dark metal used to make it. He stands a head above most, bedecked in armor of dark palette with robes of fine linen over it. His slender frame is hidden by a long, black cape that is often wrapped around his body, giving him the appearance of a bird of prey hovering over its captured meal.
Class: Great Conqueror
Signature Moves:
Presence of the Emperor – When in the same party (for PCs) or presence (for NPCs) of Nacht, players and non-playable characters have increased stats and are unable to fall victim to mental pressures.
Tactician’s Perspective – When used, Nacht is able to have an overhead view of the battlefield and is able to mentally send commands to NPCs.
Call-to-Arms – Nacht is able to summon NPCs to fight for him. The amount he could summon is dependent on a non-playable character’s strength. This means he has options of whom he could summon. He can summon an army of weaker NPCs or he may summon a single swordsman that is capable of taking on even the strongest of players.
Geas – Nact is able to place a geas, an absolute command, on a NPC. While under his geas, the NPCs that are controlled are buffed considerably until that command is met. When used on other players, they are paralyzed and stunned for three seconds.
Avatar Biography:
Nacht was one of the newcomers to the VRMMORPG when it was first launched. Despite his research into the mechanics of the game, he lacked general experience when it came to video games. It was because of his inexperience that led him to choose "Tactician" as his character class, having thought of it as a role most suited for him when it was offered to him.
Unfortunately, a majority of players considered Nacht's chosen class as useless or boring. The beta players rated it poorly and this opinion was imbedded in the players. Tacticians had no noteworthy personal skills and attributes because the class relied primarily on directing non-playable characters. However, despite the mockery and disdain Nacht endured in the early stages of playing, he grew fond of the unique playstyle his class provided.
In the game, players were able to gain reputation in the various organizations and factions scattered throughout the setting. Because no one cared to party with him, Nacht focused on completing quests for NPCs with his small band of NPC soldiers. His reputation among the militaries of the game's setting grew with time and eventually his class changed into "Strategist" (a more advanced version of his original class) and there were many high-ranking non-playable characters clamoring for him to join their kingdoms with the rank of a noble or general. He and his group would come to be called "The Black Cowls" for copious amount of black clothing and armor they wore.
After months of playing, Nacht took note of the intricate relationships a player character can have with non-playable characters. Though they were all AI, a majority of them all acted like they were real people. It was an astounding technological development and Nacht saw how many reacted similarly to how humans would. Not only that, the various leaders of several organization, factions, and even kingdoms changed with startling fluidity.
An idea sprouted Nacht, "What if I took advantage of this?"
He took the Black Cowls to the city-state of Caevum, a port city that served as a major trading hub between the frontier and the insular "safe" regions of the game. The region Caevum was settled in was mountainous, difficult to invade by land and sea. Even the ruling monarch's castle was carved into the face of the largest mountain that stood looking over the city and port. Nacht pledged his allegiance to the king of Caevum.
However, Nacht's pledge was only a ruse. In the game's history of Caevum, it was said that no outside force was ever able to conquer it. For Nacht, it was only a simple manner of manipulating his way into the trust of the king. In a move no other players thought was possible, he deposed the king of Caevum and executed him publicly. He then proclaimed to the masses that he was now their ruler. He was not to be their king, but their emperor.
In the castle of Caevum, after crowning himself as emperor, Nacht found a quest item that immediately changed his class to "Great Conqueror." There was a legend in the game that talked of a mighty emperor that once controlled the entire world. His conquest of Caevum triggered the quest and urged Nacht to continue forth with his mission. Spurred by the thought of war, political intrigue, and state administration, Nacht was more than willing to begin his conquest of the world.
Nacht began conquering and taking more and more territory, marking him as one of the hated villains in the game. Nevertheless, there were many that was willing to aid him on his ambition. |
10,279 | 292 | 13 | 1,895 | 2,732 | Mighty Morphin' Dragon Scales? Katherine questioned. "What kind of lame name is that?" She decided to just ignore Datze's comment about them turning into trees. She couldn't help but mumble to herself, "I swear this game has some of the most useless items I've ever seen." Something she would know, being a collector of useful and useless items. Now she was wondering just how these would be useful. Then she heard Nacht's comment about Interrogation and what-not. "I'm pretty sure if people in the city knew anything, there wouldn't be a quest. And let's not decimate it outright. I want to try this Monster Cafe out. I'm sure they won't start anything if I seem genuinely intrigued by it." | Real life:
Name : Yuu Kamikura
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: January 18th
Personality: Yuu is a person who typically doesn’t apply herself to much of anything. She shrugs off school, only going because she knows her parents would yell at her otherwise. To those in her class, she is fairly well know as either a liar or a prankster. Either way it’s not a very good image for her, still she doesn’t mind being kind to those in need. Of course, at a cost later unless she feels really sorry for them.
Bio: Unable to apply herself to anything in middle school, Yuu made her “living” on the tattered screams of girls she didn’t like on the receiving end of pranks and making boys regret being naive and convincing them to ask people out that they had no chance with.
In the beginning of high school she wore her brother’s old uniform (since she went to the same school as him of course) to play a joke on people that she was a really girlish boy. With her figure, it wasn’t unbelievable. One day she switched up to her actual uniform and everyone just believed she was cross-dressing for the heck of it. She had a hard time convincing people at that point, but somehow she got through to the majority after a while. Then she found the VRMMO. Something she could finally apply herself to. Quickly enough she found that mages were fairly easy and fun to play. However, there was never enough power with them.
Soon enough she discovered the ability to control objects magically. Dolls specifically were useful since they had arms that could be controlled too. Eventually she became a legend as a powerful witch and a vicious troll as well. Soon, the game became most of her life. This bothered her parents who confronted her. As an agreement, she must receive grades of an agreeable quality. Now, she continues playing, enjoying herself trolling people and doing daily events.
In Game
Avatar Name: Katherine
Avatar Title: “the Doll-Maker” (self-proclaimed), “the Witch”, “the Collector” and “Purposeful Troll” (She’s not so fond of this title)
Appearance:
Class: Mage (Puppeteer)
Signature Move/s:
-Doll Powering and Control: Katherine’s ability to control dolls is one of the harder magical skills in the game to master. Aside from actually controlling the dolls one must also power the objects to keep them doing what they need to do. That being said, Katherine can also store power in dolls for future use. As such, much time between logging in and actually doing things is storing her magical power inside her dolls. The dolls, otherwise, become mediums for her either helping her cast spells, attacking with small dollish weapons or even acting as a shield. Their most devestating attack, yet most wasting, is getting in enemies faces and exploding like a bomb.
-Teleportation: As she likes to play pranks on people, Katherine spent plenty of time learning on how exactly to teleport where and at the lowest cost possible.
Avatar Bio: Katherine is a powerful mage with the great ability to control an army of dolls and teleport as she pleases. She controls great artifacts that grant her practically unlimited use of magic and items that compliment her use of dolls well as well as a hovering platform that moves as she needs. She is also known as the greatest craftsman of dolls in the VRMMO world. . . Perhaps the only one though.
All in all she is considered a party of one with as many dolls as she can command and can clear much of the content by herself.
She is known as a troll
A list of in game items she has collected is-
-The Fifteen Grimoires: The Fifteen Grimoires are of course, Fifteen different Grimoires that hold great power in each of them. She will typically always carry one around with her and can easily switch out between them with her magic.
The Pendent of Magus: An item that gives her the ability to cast spells without end. It also allows her to permanently power her dolls if they run out of stored energy.
Platform of Hovering: This floating platform allows the user, Katherine in this case, to stand on the platform and float without expending magic. She could just as easily use a levitate spell, but the platform looks cooler.
The Six Rings of the Eight of Havos: The Rings of Havos are rings that provide a barrier to block attacks freely. It provides a free force barrier whenever the wielder would take an attack. Sadly, Katherine has only come across six of the rings. It is rumored there are eight overall. |
10,280 | 292 | 14 | 1,374 | 127 | Nacht couldn't help but chuckle at Katherine's statement. It was a deep, rumbling laugh that bordered dangerously close to arrogant.
"Katherine, you misunderstand the scale in which I speak of. If you mean people by players then I would have agreed with you. However, there is a large host of non-playable characters in the world. I intend to ask them," he replied, folding his arms across his chest. "Though I admire the lengths of which you make your dolls, perhaps you have been spending too much time with them!"
Despite the seemingly harsh words Nacht spewed, there no hint of malice hidden in his tone. He spoke confidently, straightforward in his thoughts and speech. It was the general norm when dealing with a man like Nacht who was used to leading and standing above others. | Name: Makoto Date
Age: 17
Birthday: 29 February
Personality
Prideful to say the least, Makoto is intelligent, calculating, and patient, while simultaneously unwavering in his principles. Because of his steadfast convictions which he never hesitates to espouse when appropriate, he possesses a natural charisma and ability to leader others. However, in spite of his pride, Makoto is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in achieve success. Despite acting with an iron fist, Makoto shows care for those under his dominion despite his seemingly harsh and strict nature.
Biography
Makoto Date descends from a line of leaders heavily involved in government. He can even trace his lineage to the famous warlord, Masamune Date. In the modern day, his parents are politicians in the Diet, having served for several years already. It is expected of Makoto to follow in their footsteps once he comes of age, a legacy he is more than happy to continue.
Despite possessing the maturity and discipline to meet the responsibilities and expectations he accumulated, Makoto understood to take care of his physical and mental health to avoid burning out or snapping from pressure. He overheard several students mentioning a VRMMORPG that just recently went out of beta and was about to be launched. Makoto researched the game that was being released and found it sufficient for his dilemma. When the game was launched, Makoto was one of the first players to join.
As Makoto rose in infamy in the game, he also managed to rise in his own life as well. He reached his third year in high school as student council president, a title he held since his first year in middle school, while maintaining the number one position in the class rankings. There were few people who didn't know Makoto-taichou. There were even fewer that he spent his free time playing a VRMMORPG.
In Game
Avatar Name: Nacht
Avatar Title: Night’s Emperor
Appearance: His face is hidden by an aquiline helmet, sharp and foreboding in appearance and colored black by the dark metal used to make it. He stands a head above most, bedecked in armor of dark palette with robes of fine linen over it. His slender frame is hidden by a long, black cape that is often wrapped around his body, giving him the appearance of a bird of prey hovering over its captured meal.
Class: Great Conqueror
Signature Moves:
Presence of the Emperor – When in the same party (for PCs) or presence (for NPCs) of Nacht, players and non-playable characters have increased stats and are unable to fall victim to mental pressures.
Tactician’s Perspective – When used, Nacht is able to have an overhead view of the battlefield and is able to mentally send commands to NPCs.
Call-to-Arms – Nacht is able to summon NPCs to fight for him. The amount he could summon is dependent on a non-playable character’s strength. This means he has options of whom he could summon. He can summon an army of weaker NPCs or he may summon a single swordsman that is capable of taking on even the strongest of players.
Geas – Nact is able to place a geas, an absolute command, on a NPC. While under his geas, the NPCs that are controlled are buffed considerably until that command is met. When used on other players, they are paralyzed and stunned for three seconds.
Avatar Biography:
Nacht was one of the newcomers to the VRMMORPG when it was first launched. Despite his research into the mechanics of the game, he lacked general experience when it came to video games. It was because of his inexperience that led him to choose "Tactician" as his character class, having thought of it as a role most suited for him when it was offered to him.
Unfortunately, a majority of players considered Nacht's chosen class as useless or boring. The beta players rated it poorly and this opinion was imbedded in the players. Tacticians had no noteworthy personal skills and attributes because the class relied primarily on directing non-playable characters. However, despite the mockery and disdain Nacht endured in the early stages of playing, he grew fond of the unique playstyle his class provided.
In the game, players were able to gain reputation in the various organizations and factions scattered throughout the setting. Because no one cared to party with him, Nacht focused on completing quests for NPCs with his small band of NPC soldiers. His reputation among the militaries of the game's setting grew with time and eventually his class changed into "Strategist" (a more advanced version of his original class) and there were many high-ranking non-playable characters clamoring for him to join their kingdoms with the rank of a noble or general. He and his group would come to be called "The Black Cowls" for copious amount of black clothing and armor they wore.
After months of playing, Nacht took note of the intricate relationships a player character can have with non-playable characters. Though they were all AI, a majority of them all acted like they were real people. It was an astounding technological development and Nacht saw how many reacted similarly to how humans would. Not only that, the various leaders of several organization, factions, and even kingdoms changed with startling fluidity.
An idea sprouted Nacht, "What if I took advantage of this?"
He took the Black Cowls to the city-state of Caevum, a port city that served as a major trading hub between the frontier and the insular "safe" regions of the game. The region Caevum was settled in was mountainous, difficult to invade by land and sea. Even the ruling monarch's castle was carved into the face of the largest mountain that stood looking over the city and port. Nacht pledged his allegiance to the king of Caevum.
However, Nacht's pledge was only a ruse. In the game's history of Caevum, it was said that no outside force was ever able to conquer it. For Nacht, it was only a simple manner of manipulating his way into the trust of the king. In a move no other players thought was possible, he deposed the king of Caevum and executed him publicly. He then proclaimed to the masses that he was now their ruler. He was not to be their king, but their emperor.
In the castle of Caevum, after crowning himself as emperor, Nacht found a quest item that immediately changed his class to "Great Conqueror." There was a legend in the game that talked of a mighty emperor that once controlled the entire world. His conquest of Caevum triggered the quest and urged Nacht to continue forth with his mission. Spurred by the thought of war, political intrigue, and state administration, Nacht was more than willing to begin his conquest of the world.
Nacht began conquering and taking more and more territory, marking him as one of the hated villains in the game. Nevertheless, there were many that was willing to aid him on his ambition. |
10,281 | 292 | 15 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Hime half-expected Nacht to just take her hand and kiss it. "Nacht, it has been a while," she returned politely. "Or should I call you, your imperial Highness?" She was confused by why she was the only one he acknowledged. Was it simply because she was a 'princess'? But Koumi was also here, and she was a queen. She didn't think much of it though; she was more interested in the quest itself. But she still couldn't help but intervene in his conversation with Katherine. "Your obsession with NPCs is just the same as hers with dolls. I'm starting to think you are more of an NPC than a player," she said, smiling sweetly at him. | Name: (Real name) Himeko Murai
Age: 15
Appearance:
Birthday: December 31st
Personality: She is very gentle, kind, and proper, so basically the ultimate Japanese young lady. Occasionally she can be a bit mischievous and tends to tease the people she care about with straight-faced, hard to understand jokes. It's hard to tell what she's really thinking/feeling, but if you make her mad, you better beware because nothing can save you at that point.
Bio: Himeko was friendly and fairly popular in school. Although she was very bored most of the time. She expressed those feelings to some of her closer friends who then told her to play a VRMMO with them. She figured she might as well join them since she had nothing else to do but fell in love with the game and its world. Soon enough, she began to outrank all of her friends but she still joins them for a dungeon or too.
In Game
Avatar Name: Momo_Hime
Avatar Title:The Princess of Songs
Appearance:
Class: Bard
Signature Move/s:
Fantaisie Impromptu (Op. 66 by Chopin) - Creates a phantasmal illusion that the victims cannot escape; It only lasts about thirty seconds, but that's usually enough time for the rest of her party to finish them all off.
Leibestraum (aka Love's Dream by Franz Liszt) - A soothing melody that fully heals everyone in the party in health points and status.
Tarantella - The fast pace melody delivers a frenzy of wild attacks in every direction
Avatar Bio: Momo_Hime dedicated all of her time to become the perfect Bard, mostly because it was an unpopular class and secondly it looked like fun. She wanted to become the ultimate support for her friends who dragged her into playing the game with them. Soon enough, her Bard skills became desirable and people began to beg her to join their party. That isn't to say she only plays as a support. She still has a collection of magic skills that she uses when she is by herself that can still pack a punch. However, she does prefer playing as a support. |
10,282 | 292 | 16 | 1,895 | 2,732 | And you're just as royal as you'd like your name to suggest. Katherine muttered under her breath about Hime. It's not like her "obsession" with dolls is something unnecessary. It's where most of her of her firepower comes from. Katherine couldn't help but feel some sort of maliciousness out of nothing from the girl's smile. "Does that make me more of a doll than a player?" Annoyed at this point, Katherine readied herself to teleport herself and her dolls elsewhere. Somewhere not here and hopefully someplace that would have relevance to the quest. "Datze, if you hear anything let me know, would ya?" With a snap she disappeared from sight and manifested herself elsewhere far away. "Anything nearby, I wonder?" | Real life:
Name : Yuu Kamikura
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: January 18th
Personality: Yuu is a person who typically doesn’t apply herself to much of anything. She shrugs off school, only going because she knows her parents would yell at her otherwise. To those in her class, she is fairly well know as either a liar or a prankster. Either way it’s not a very good image for her, still she doesn’t mind being kind to those in need. Of course, at a cost later unless she feels really sorry for them.
Bio: Unable to apply herself to anything in middle school, Yuu made her “living” on the tattered screams of girls she didn’t like on the receiving end of pranks and making boys regret being naive and convincing them to ask people out that they had no chance with.
In the beginning of high school she wore her brother’s old uniform (since she went to the same school as him of course) to play a joke on people that she was a really girlish boy. With her figure, it wasn’t unbelievable. One day she switched up to her actual uniform and everyone just believed she was cross-dressing for the heck of it. She had a hard time convincing people at that point, but somehow she got through to the majority after a while. Then she found the VRMMO. Something she could finally apply herself to. Quickly enough she found that mages were fairly easy and fun to play. However, there was never enough power with them.
Soon enough she discovered the ability to control objects magically. Dolls specifically were useful since they had arms that could be controlled too. Eventually she became a legend as a powerful witch and a vicious troll as well. Soon, the game became most of her life. This bothered her parents who confronted her. As an agreement, she must receive grades of an agreeable quality. Now, she continues playing, enjoying herself trolling people and doing daily events.
In Game
Avatar Name: Katherine
Avatar Title: “the Doll-Maker” (self-proclaimed), “the Witch”, “the Collector” and “Purposeful Troll” (She’s not so fond of this title)
Appearance:
Class: Mage (Puppeteer)
Signature Move/s:
-Doll Powering and Control: Katherine’s ability to control dolls is one of the harder magical skills in the game to master. Aside from actually controlling the dolls one must also power the objects to keep them doing what they need to do. That being said, Katherine can also store power in dolls for future use. As such, much time between logging in and actually doing things is storing her magical power inside her dolls. The dolls, otherwise, become mediums for her either helping her cast spells, attacking with small dollish weapons or even acting as a shield. Their most devestating attack, yet most wasting, is getting in enemies faces and exploding like a bomb.
-Teleportation: As she likes to play pranks on people, Katherine spent plenty of time learning on how exactly to teleport where and at the lowest cost possible.
Avatar Bio: Katherine is a powerful mage with the great ability to control an army of dolls and teleport as she pleases. She controls great artifacts that grant her practically unlimited use of magic and items that compliment her use of dolls well as well as a hovering platform that moves as she needs. She is also known as the greatest craftsman of dolls in the VRMMO world. . . Perhaps the only one though.
All in all she is considered a party of one with as many dolls as she can command and can clear much of the content by herself.
She is known as a troll
A list of in game items she has collected is-
-The Fifteen Grimoires: The Fifteen Grimoires are of course, Fifteen different Grimoires that hold great power in each of them. She will typically always carry one around with her and can easily switch out between them with her magic.
The Pendent of Magus: An item that gives her the ability to cast spells without end. It also allows her to permanently power her dolls if they run out of stored energy.
Platform of Hovering: This floating platform allows the user, Katherine in this case, to stand on the platform and float without expending magic. She could just as easily use a levitate spell, but the platform looks cooler.
The Six Rings of the Eight of Havos: The Rings of Havos are rings that provide a barrier to block attacks freely. It provides a free force barrier whenever the wielder would take an attack. Sadly, Katherine has only come across six of the rings. It is rumored there are eight overall. |
10,283 | 292 | 17 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Uh, did she just leave? Kosuke said in slight disbelief, "Well, I guess that's fine."
He could probably just message her their meeting spot, he had one picked out. He quickly typed one out and sent it.
To: Katherine
Subject: Meet us there
Alright, not sure why you left but since you accepted the quest I'll tell you where we're meeting up. It'll be at Dural's cairn, it's an old ruined tower somewhere outside Dural. I'll brief all of us on the plan when we get there.
"Anyhow, I actually will need a bard for this." He said to Momo_Hime, "And also, I won't really be needing NPC support, I just need you to talk to some people and look scary." He said to Nacht. Then he turned to Erezin, Bonum and Grayliks; the three that hadn't accepted the quest yet. "Are you guys down for it or not? I kinda want to start as soon as possible." | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
10,284 | 292 | 18 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Grayliks nodded to Bonum but as Erezin went up to him and the two started talking he decided to do some inventory management to prepare for the quest. "yeah i'm up for it, sounds like this could be fun" Grayliks said once he finished organizing his stuff "i'm ready to go whenever you guys are" | Name:Ao Shinkaichi
Age:15
Gender:Female
Brithday: 23 Oct
Personality: Ao seems like a somewhat calm girl that doesn't quite understand what is a joke and what isn't to most people, but she often acts harshly to people she actually likes. She also has an excessive addiction to trains, although she dislikes non-steam locomotives.
Bio: Ao was born in a somewhat rural town in westen Japan. Her father was working for a railway company, and the girl has taken interest in her father's job. However, she also has taken interest in gaming too, which resulted in the girl playing train simulator games.
However, when the girl was 10 years old, her father gave her a pendant with a ruby gem and left home, only to be found dead at a forest. She was somewhat in despair, not even playing games. However, during a conservation with one of her friends, she discovered the VRMMO, which helped her overcome the death by allowing her to de-stress. Since that, she spent most of her free time on the game, eventually becoming one of the best. Her mother weren't happy about this, since that increased the electricity bills. However, the problem was partially solved by the father-less family moving into the girl's cousin's house, which allowed Ao to play more VRMMO without parents shouting about electrical bills. However, the cousin's parents diidn't want Ao to have her grades lowered by the game, which made Ao play less, but she found a method to stay at the top while playing less.
Avatar Name: Koumi
Avatar Title: Queen of Pillars
Appearance: Similar to her real life appearance, but her hair is longer and is black. She wears a modest red dress made by a follower of her when not on quests. When on quests, she wears a full set of black light armor covering most of her skin to defend her from ambushes.
Class: Creation Witch
Signature Move/s:
Pillartillery: Koumi creates pillars travelling at high speed to attack anyone from far away. The pillars used can vary, from thousands of small pillars to a colossal pillar that could crush the fastest.
Pillarvel: Koumi creates a somewhat hollow pillar with windows, travelling towards the place she desires to go to at high speed, before disappearing at the place she wanted to go to. She becomes unmovable inside the pillar until it disappears.
Pillift: Koumi can use pillars as a lift.
As a Creation Witch, she can use pillars for other proposes, and she can create other shapes if she really needed to.
Avatar Bio: Koumi found an interesting class with so much potential, a Creation Wizard/Witch after hours and hours and gaming. However, becoming one required one to go through many hard quests, which most players couldn't clear. Even after they became a Creation Wizard/Witch, they must go through quests and quests to actually be able to create something and use it as a weapon or something properly. Koumi is one of the several people who made through the trials, and went to become the greatest Creation Witch. She uses pillars since it was the most convenient shape she could think of when she became a Creation Witch, and it has stuck with her. Now, these who bother attacking her in any way are met with a barrage of pillars, while she watches it from a giant pillar that shows her status as a "queen". |
10,285 | 292 | 19 | 2,422 | 1,600 | "Hey there Grayliks!" Bonum smiled when he saw him appear on the castle's courtyard in much the same way as he had. And shortly after that Bonum felt a gust of wind and looked up to see Erezin make her entrance. He waved back at her after she landed and when she greeted him, he replied, "I'm doing well, just got done with a few requests. It's been awhile since we've done a quest with one another." It was interesting to go on quests with Erezin, being a high-level paladin like himself, you could see a few of their class's similarities but also their differences since Erezin chose to specialize while Bonum stuck to the regular path.
"That's good, I just got through beating some punk but yeah we haven't been on a quest with the whole group in a while" Erezin responded before getting the quest prompt raising an eyebrow at it. "Monster cafe huh? Sounds... odd but interesting i'm in" She said before opening her inventory and equipping a wind element sword and her royal armor which Erezin had fused the wings from her ascension into sky paladin. Erezin didn't expect to have to fight but she wanted to be flashy for this mission. "I think the funniest thing about this quest is that the difficulty is unknown" She said as five sets of the wings unfurled and then faded untill they were clear.
The variety of different High-Level classes gathered in the one area brought a smile to Erezin's face as it showed what they could achieve when they worked for it. She couldn't wait to get the quest started and to do it with all her friends there. Erezin jumped and sat down in mid-air waiting until everyone was ready. | Name: Marith Okuma
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: 8 january
Personality: She is basically a quiet timebomb most of the time, keeping to herself unless there is an absolute reason for her to speak up. Her usual tone she takes up with people is that of a person much less serious than she let's herself on to be. Marith likes to have fun and has a bit of a habit of zoning out in the middle of a conversation imagining herself back in the game right at that time.
In Game
Avatar Name: Erezin
Avatar Title: "King of storms", "The Air's ruler", "The sky king"
Appearance:
Class: sky Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Road Connection: The move that inflicts multiple effects by charging the air with static electricity causing paralysis, increasing the friction of the air to cause burns, and causes dizziness by shaking the ground by sending air pulses into the earth.
The Sky's Run: When this move is used Erezin accelerates to speeds undetectable to the human eye. This extreme burst of speed creates an area of incredible heat and pressure as well as a burst of air that burns and damages all enemies in the area, but this is only the tip of what it does. The Move has multiple lvls that are only accessed when she is fighting another high lvl enemy though the first 3 of them are always active allowing her to walk on the air by increasing the pressure to that of the ground.
Sky fall: Raises the air density of the surrounding area to that of water and calls down massive tornadoes directly on top of the helpless enemies who can't move quick enough to get out of the way while she roams around without having to slow down.
Secret Skills: Flame Road, Gem road, Time road, Bloody road, Fang road, Infinite Atmophere, Unlimited fangs, AT regalia
Avatar Bio: The Sky Paladin class is a super high end speed class that can only be reached by scaling the Gram scale tower that stretches high into the sky and defeating the team of 100 Valerye type bosses and the one God type super boss at the top of it. Erezin ripped the wings off of all the bosses after she had defeated them and had fused them into her own armor as a sign of authority over the sky. This has made the Class all but unaccessible to anyone but the ones who can defeat her.
Those that see to overthrow Erezin are not able to catch up to her, while those whole follow in her footsteps are stopped by the danger lurking around the sunken and destroyed Gram Scale tower that Erezin reside above. The only enemies that are able to catch her are the high speed. Having this class literally means that you are the ruler of the sky itself and those who inhabit it. Her main mode of transportation is high speed running. |
10,286 | 292 | 20 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Well it sounds not very hard at all but then again, this isn't like a normal quest, so it should be fun. Bonum smiled at Erezin...before Nacht started to proclaim that he would find and destroy the cafe and things quickly escalated for Kathrine to the point where she teleported away. Welp...Bonum turned to Nacht, deciding he couldn't do anything about Kathrine for now so he was going to try and reason with Nacht.
"Nacht, before you give any orders to destroy anything, I want you to consider something about this quest. The monsters we may find at this cafe may be something more than what you're considering them to be. A cafe isn't something that is found in a den of dumb wild creatures, it's something you would find in a civilized world. The monsters that inhabit this cafe could very well be intelligent and civilized. They might even be potential allies for you, so it may pay for you to hold up on a full out attack." Bonum shrugged, "But it is up to you I suppose. Do as you see fit." With that, he went back to preparing for the quest. | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
10,287 | 292 | 21 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Hime felt really bad, she didn't intend to upset Katherine at all. She quickly wrote her a message, in attempt to reconcile with the her.
To: Katherine
Subject: My sincerest apologies
I'm sorry for what I have said. I didn't mean any of that though I'm sorry that what I said implied such things. I hope you can forgive me. And please come back and join us. Once again, I'm really sorry I just wanted to poke fun at Nacht.
From: Momo_Hime
Listening to what Datze said, she quickly changed into more "normal" gear, at least in comparison to her usual princess attire. | Name: (Real name) Himeko Murai
Age: 15
Appearance:
Birthday: December 31st
Personality: She is very gentle, kind, and proper, so basically the ultimate Japanese young lady. Occasionally she can be a bit mischievous and tends to tease the people she care about with straight-faced, hard to understand jokes. It's hard to tell what she's really thinking/feeling, but if you make her mad, you better beware because nothing can save you at that point.
Bio: Himeko was friendly and fairly popular in school. Although she was very bored most of the time. She expressed those feelings to some of her closer friends who then told her to play a VRMMO with them. She figured she might as well join them since she had nothing else to do but fell in love with the game and its world. Soon enough, she began to outrank all of her friends but she still joins them for a dungeon or too.
In Game
Avatar Name: Momo_Hime
Avatar Title:The Princess of Songs
Appearance:
Class: Bard
Signature Move/s:
Fantaisie Impromptu (Op. 66 by Chopin) - Creates a phantasmal illusion that the victims cannot escape; It only lasts about thirty seconds, but that's usually enough time for the rest of her party to finish them all off.
Leibestraum (aka Love's Dream by Franz Liszt) - A soothing melody that fully heals everyone in the party in health points and status.
Tarantella - The fast pace melody delivers a frenzy of wild attacks in every direction
Avatar Bio: Momo_Hime dedicated all of her time to become the perfect Bard, mostly because it was an unpopular class and secondly it looked like fun. She wanted to become the ultimate support for her friends who dragged her into playing the game with them. Soon enough, her Bard skills became desirable and people began to beg her to join their party. That isn't to say she only plays as a support. She still has a collection of magic skills that she uses when she is by herself that can still pack a punch. However, she does prefer playing as a support. |
10,288 | 292 | 22 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Sorry... Didn't quite understood that was supposed to be a joke. Anyway, where should we search first? She bowed at Nacht for a moment, before asking Datze about the search for the cafe. "Where should we search, though? I hate blindly searching for the cafe, only to find out there was nothing where we were searching." She then changed to her "queen" outfit, before holding the light armor in her hands and closing her eyes. Moments later, a sword appeared on top of the gear, and the top part of the armor now has a spot for a sword. She then put the gears in her inventory and changed to them, disguising herself as an early-game swordswoman. "Is this good enough?" She asked Datze. | Name:Ao Shinkaichi
Age:15
Gender:Female
Brithday: 23 Oct
Personality: Ao seems like a somewhat calm girl that doesn't quite understand what is a joke and what isn't to most people, but she often acts harshly to people she actually likes. She also has an excessive addiction to trains, although she dislikes non-steam locomotives.
Bio: Ao was born in a somewhat rural town in westen Japan. Her father was working for a railway company, and the girl has taken interest in her father's job. However, she also has taken interest in gaming too, which resulted in the girl playing train simulator games.
However, when the girl was 10 years old, her father gave her a pendant with a ruby gem and left home, only to be found dead at a forest. She was somewhat in despair, not even playing games. However, during a conservation with one of her friends, she discovered the VRMMO, which helped her overcome the death by allowing her to de-stress. Since that, she spent most of her free time on the game, eventually becoming one of the best. Her mother weren't happy about this, since that increased the electricity bills. However, the problem was partially solved by the father-less family moving into the girl's cousin's house, which allowed Ao to play more VRMMO without parents shouting about electrical bills. However, the cousin's parents diidn't want Ao to have her grades lowered by the game, which made Ao play less, but she found a method to stay at the top while playing less.
Avatar Name: Koumi
Avatar Title: Queen of Pillars
Appearance: Similar to her real life appearance, but her hair is longer and is black. She wears a modest red dress made by a follower of her when not on quests. When on quests, she wears a full set of black light armor covering most of her skin to defend her from ambushes.
Class: Creation Witch
Signature Move/s:
Pillartillery: Koumi creates pillars travelling at high speed to attack anyone from far away. The pillars used can vary, from thousands of small pillars to a colossal pillar that could crush the fastest.
Pillarvel: Koumi creates a somewhat hollow pillar with windows, travelling towards the place she desires to go to at high speed, before disappearing at the place she wanted to go to. She becomes unmovable inside the pillar until it disappears.
Pillift: Koumi can use pillars as a lift.
As a Creation Witch, she can use pillars for other proposes, and she can create other shapes if she really needed to.
Avatar Bio: Koumi found an interesting class with so much potential, a Creation Wizard/Witch after hours and hours and gaming. However, becoming one required one to go through many hard quests, which most players couldn't clear. Even after they became a Creation Wizard/Witch, they must go through quests and quests to actually be able to create something and use it as a weapon or something properly. Koumi is one of the several people who made through the trials, and went to become the greatest Creation Witch. She uses pillars since it was the most convenient shape she could think of when she became a Creation Witch, and it has stuck with her. Now, these who bother attacking her in any way are met with a barrage of pillars, while she watches it from a giant pillar that shows her status as a "queen". |
10,289 | 292 | 23 | 2,007 | 1,761 | We should be splitting up in groups. He said, he may as well tell them the plan while they were changing equipment. "I figured out three ways we could probably find the cafe."
It'd taken him an hour or so to find some ways, and a little bit of figuring out for the others.
"Firstly, I wanted Erezin to search for the place from the air, and I wanted Katherine to use her dolls to try and find it in the places that can't be seen from the air." He said. "Katherine's not here right now, but you can fill her in when she does come." He said to Erezin. "Also, Koumi, you can go with them if you want to."
Next was the NPC team.
"I wanted Bonum and Nacht to go talk to NPCs and try and find the source of the rumours." He turned to Bonum and said, "Since you've got some pretty high Charisma, NPCs will talk to you more easily." Then he turned to Nacht, "You're also good with NPCs, so I'm sending you along for that as well."
Lastly was the Bard team.
"Momo, you're with me. The Bard who found the cafe had a journal, but he's dead now and the guy who has it is only going to give it to a good bard." He finished. "I don't really have anything for you to do though," He said to Grayliks, "I just thought you'd be fun to have around. I didn't really have anything for Food-kun either..." | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
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"Here it is..." Food-kun said, standing in front of a cave entrance.
It was a pretty basic dungeon, one known to many players, yet it didn't attract many people. The monsters were moderately tough, but they didn't drop much. It was, however, odd that the cave seemed to house many different kinds of monsters from the area, and was hence dubbed 'The Chimera Dungeon'.
The monsters inside were only moderately tough, and they dropped a decent amount of change but seemed to have a lower chance of dropping items. The Chimera Dungeon lacked the bigger monsters, like dragons and giants, so it wasn't a dungeon frequented by high-level users. However, low-leveled players might find it tough. Amidst the foxes, wolves and deer, there might be the odd minotaur that would show up and completely ruin their day.
Food-kun strode in, as he had been doing in recent days. He strode through the dark halls, ignoring the small monsters, which ran away from him. He also ignored the relatively big monsters, hidden in the darkness, which also ran away from him. Almost no monster would willingly go near Food-kun because of his magnificent fighting spirit and fearsome reputation amongst monsters. He strode calmly through the dark cave, ignoring all the monsters. They almost tripped over themselves running away from him if he walked closer, but he never tried to touch them.
A group of mid-level users were challenging the dungeon. They were fighting monsters in a stone chamber. But they were surprised when the monsters they’d been fighting so hard (2 ogres that came out of nowhere) suddenly stopped in fear and sprinted in the other direction. As the party were confused, Food-kun sat in the darkness behind the doorway, wondering where he was going. He soon realised that he’d made a wrong turn at the last fork and turned around. The ogres, detecting his presence disappearing, reappeared to continue fighting. However, Food-kun’s hand flicked out behind him, launching deadly projectiles. As the ogres roared a new challenge, his wooden skewers shot through the ogres and embedded themselves into the stone wall behind the monsters. The ogres’ health bars fell to 0 from 65%. As the party milled about in confusion, Food-kun navigated the dark passages silently.
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"Oh, I'm here." Food-kun said.
He put down the map he’d been reading and stopped. In front of him was what appeared to be the remains of a rock slide, but Food-kun knew better. There was an illusionary wall at the side, and a completely dark passageway. He went in without hesitation and navigated the dark tunnels. Soon, light could be seen, and Food-kun emerged in a grassy clearing.
He was in a large, circular cavern that had a large hole in the top, which let sunlight in. The cavern floor was mainly grass, with a small ponds here and there and little copse of trees at the edge of the cavern. It was about as big as the property of a rich guy where he puts his mansion, or maybe a bit smaller than a rich guy’s personal golf course. Damn rich people.
Around the middle of the cavern, there was a shabby looking wooden construct with an ornate but old wooden sign, which read ‘Monster Café’. It was surrounded by large tree stumps, around which small stools were placed. The ‘wooden construct’ was technically a building, but it was rather shabby. Shabby would be a light word for it. It was like the construction was done by the hands of slimes, and it actually was.
As Food-kun walked to the ‘building’, shaped emerged from the woodwork. Slimes! Soft and squishy, they were low levelled-mobs. There were higher-levelled slimes, of course. They were often huge and had interesting shapes. However, these were relatively small, about the size of a deer. Furthermore, they had no form and were basic colours. They were simply purple and orange slimes. Clearly they were low-level monsters. Food-kun could make any low-level monster faint by staring at it for too long, but these didn’t. Food-kun didn’t want to harm them, after all. He had a reason for coming here.
"Blup blup. Look, chef is back!" The purple slime said.
"Yay!" The orange one cheered.
"I swear, this place just keeps getting better and better." Food-kun sighed.
The derelict café was pretty bad when he first found it, but every day he came back it seemed to get a little worse. Maybe that was just the passive corrosive properties of the slimes, or maybe it was just because it was old. The slimes were stupid, and things were constantly breaking.
"Thank you!" The purple slime said happily, not getting Food-kun’s obvious sarcasm.
"Nevermind…" Food-kun muttered quietly, opening his bag.
He deposited a bunch of wood, as well as carpentry tools.
"Food-kun, what’s that for?" The orange slime asked.
"Just watch." Food-kun said.
He began to renovate the small shack. Food-kun didn’t have the carpentry skill, but pretty much anything would be better than what they had now. Besides, his exceptional handiwork, dexterity and strength made it easier and faster. After around 20 minutes, he’d run out of wood. Now the shabby wooden construct was a pretty damn good lemonade stand. At least it made for a decent shop front.
It was all straight now, and it had a certain sheen to it, but there wasn’t too much artistic quality in it. He didn’t have the sculpturing skill or the carpentry skill, after all. It was built quickly and it was structurally sound, but it lacked art. Nevertheless, it was a lot better than it was before.
"Wow!" The purple slime exclaimed.
"It’s so beautiful…" The orange slime said, sniffing.
Certainly, it was basic, but it was practically sparkling. Food-kun was doing the finishing touches when a black slime appeared from inside.
"Huuah, hum." The black slime said, yawning. "What’s this?"
"Morning." Food-kun said in greeting.
"Oh, Food-kun!" The slime said happily. "Thanks for coming, I’ll go make you some coffee. Blup blup."
Food-kun looked after the black slime as it left to make the coffee. He was rather conflicted about it, really. He had never tasted better coffee, and he would’ve drunk it at every opportunity, if he didn’t know where it came from.
In fact, it was that very coffee which made him work with the slimes in the monster café.
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Food-kun had been exploring the Chimera Dungeon by himself. Eventually, he’d found the rubble. He was about to bust it down when he found the illusionary wall. He went through it and found the clearing. There’d been a group of monsters in the middle, but he didn’t know what they were doing. As he approached, the monsters all growled at him, but once he entered combat, they all ran away.
Food-kun was exploring the old building but there was a cup of nice-smelling coffee left on one of the stumps. Food-kun took it and drank it. He didn’t know what to expect, but he didn’t expect it to be good.
"This is really tasty." He’d said.
"Re-really?" The black slime had said nervously.
"Yup." Food-kun said, draining the cup.
"The scary human liked it!" The purple slime said, emerging from behind the counter.
"Say… The orange slime said cautiously, also emerging from the counter. "You’re a chef, right? Could you help us?"
Quest has been created!
Help the monster café
The monster café was once a neat and peaceful place of refuge for monsters to have their cup of coffee and eat meals. However, over time it has degraded into a shadow of its former self. For the sake of the monster café, the slime owners have asked the help of a renowned human chef.
Rewards:
- Cooking experience
- Secret monster café recipes
- Fame amongst monsters
- Friendship with the slimes
Do you accept?
"...I’ll help you." Food-kun said after a pause.
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"Done." Victor said, wiping his forehead.
He had just finished re-furnishing the kitchen. Wood was a safety hazard, so he used the stone he brought instead. He put tiles on the floor and cemented (whatever passed for cementing, anyway) them together. He also got a better stove and oven, and he replaced the derelict cupboards with some new ones. He stocked the pantries with food from his own inventory and it was just about ready to go. Lastly, he installed the sink which he bought.
"Looks great! Blup blup." The black slime said, entering the new kitchen. "Here’s the coffee!"
The black slime held up a neat white cup full of steaming black fluid in its hands (kinda). Food-kun hesitated slightly before taking it. He took a small sip and the flavour seeped into his mouth.
"Thanks." Food-kun said.
"Glad you like it! Blup." The black slime said happily.
Despite where it came from, it was still good coffee. Possibly the best coffee. But Food-kun could make it better.
"You got more ingredients?" Food-kun asked.
"Yup! Big bag! Blup blup." The black slime said, holding up a sack labelled ‘coffee’.
"Alright, good." Food-kun said, stretching.
"They’re coming!" The orange slime yelled from outside.
Food-kun drew his kitchen knife and prepared a chopping board. He took the bag and put it on the counter. The slimes tensed as a large crowd of monsters came in from the holes in the walls. Food-kun got ready to cook and the purple slime flipped the sign on the store front from closed to open.
"Time to get cooking." Food-kun said, grinning. | Name: Takeshi Kurota
Age: 27
Appearance:
Like this but with bandages on his arms and a lab coat.
Birthday: March 5th
Personality: Let’s call him Kurota-sensei. Kurota-sensei is somewhat thinks a lot, and is a little thick sometimes. Sometimes he doesn’t notice people, which might be bad for a school nurse. However, he’s pretty attentive for the smell of blood, and he always comes to the aid of people in need. He can come off as lazy and he’s usually quite deadpan, but he’s not emotionless. He’s calm, relatively quiet, and many find his personality quite peaceful, despite the fact that he doesn’t react that much, and the fact that he’s a bit eccentric. He likes reading quite a bit, but he’s pretty whimsical. He tends to read books he finds interesting. Most of the books he finds interesting others find weird.
As a young child, Kurota-sensei was taught the values of frugality from his mother, as he lived with his 5 brothers and 3 sisters in a relatively poor family. Life was hard for the small family but the Kurotas pulled through, learning things they needed to get through life.
Kurota-sensei’s best memories were eating out at restaurants. His dream was to become a 5-star world renowned chef and cook delicious food for his family. Part of the reason why he loved restaurant food so much was because his mother was a lousy cook. Regardless, he soon took up the job of family chef, cooking for his siblings and parents. He really wanted to become a good chef. Unfortunately, he woke up early and realised that he needed money more than food, so he became a doctor instead. A school nurse, to be exact.
He trained in university to become a doctor but realised he couldn’t really be bothered being an actual doctor. A school nurse job appeared to him and it gave a pretty good money-to-effort ratio so he decided to be a school nurse.
Kurota-sensei soon became known throughout the school as bandage-sensei because of the amount of bandages he used (and how he seems to permanently have bandages on his hands). Even a small cut would call for some good bandaging. He knew his stuff of course, he would be fired if he didn’t. It wasn’t like he bandaged everything, he just bandaged flesh wounds, no matter how minor. This is partially out of habit, as when he first started cooking, he burned and cut his hands a lot. There’s nothing particularly wrong with his hands anymore, but it’s basically a habit.
Yeah, anyway, wrap bandages get money.
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In game
Avatar Name: Don’ttouchmyfood (but that’s too long, so people call him Food-kun)
Avatar Title: Beast vanquisher, rare ingredient hunter, Immortal iron chef
Appearance:
Class: Master chef
Vitality of the hydra god
For eating the heart of the hydra god, Food-kun has been gifted with practically unlimited health regeneration and vitality, to the point where he doesn’t bother wearing armour and stopping your attack on him for a second will be enough time for him to be back on full health.
Tear your heart out and eat it.
Yeah, that’s the best name I could come up with. Simply put, Food-kun jabs his opponent with his bare hand, ripping through their chest and tearing out their heart. Then Food-kun eats it. It’s usually more trouble than it’s worth and really difficult to get, but Food-kun has mastered it and it heals pretty much 100% of his hp when he eats it and increases his stats by a lot temporarily. Also, if he eats special monsters, he gains permanent stats.
Iron claw
A monster skill. Turns the hand into a rigid iron eagle claw temporarily.
Blessing of the cooking gods
The blessing of the cooking gods passively gives Food-kun a better chance to make better food items. Also removes the cap on his food-making skill.
And he has a few other skills, but these are his signature moves.
When Kurota-sensei wasn’t a sensei (that is, in college), he worked a few part time jobs and eventually made enough money to sustainably play a VRMMO. He chose whatever this one was. When he arrived, he noticed that you could be a chef and decided to be the best damn chef in the entire world. He did pretty well at the start, and he was becoming a pretty good chef. However, this wasn’t how he got famous.
There was always something missing in his cooking. He couldn’t really put his finger on it. Making the food was fun and it tasted nice, but he felt it was somehow boring. The turning point came when his order of ingredients was running late.
As it turns out, a group of monsters had derailed the convoy, which kind of sucked. But rather than waiting for another shipment like any other chef, he decided to go to it. In his early days, he’d trained his strength and it’d apparently turned out useless. He’d also recently found a massive cleaver on the market, and he wanted a change. This was the event that led him to his legendary status.
He ran straight to it and arrived pretty early at a den of monsters. He butchered every single one and retrieved his meat. He also took some of the monster meat, which turned out to his benefit. It didn’t exactly taste any better than the other meat, but it tasted different. Kurota-notsensei was devoted to food and Food-kun gave him the opportunity he never had. Food-kun’s aim changed to finding different tastes.
Kurota-notsensei built up a reputation as Food-kun, the battle chef. First he built up his stats by fishing and diving into combat, grabbing as many rare ingredients as he could before cooking them. He slowly started building up fame, but he found that he died quite a bit. Another turning point appeared: it was when he could tear monster’s hearts out and eat them. He could learn it as he was a chef which had high strength. It was difficult to use the skill, however. It required great strength to use and it was ultimately an unarmed attack. Chefs who naturally had weak unarmed wouldn’t be able to use it well. It couldn’t punch through thick armour or scales, so it didn’t help much. However, that changed when he hunted the iron eagle.
He’d been hunting it for days, and when he caught it, he obviously tore out its heart and ate it. With that, he learned the move Iron claw, which made his skill incredibly easy to use. Cut with one hand, tear out the hart with the other. With Food-kun’s weird disposition, he could easily eat with one hand while fighting with the other. He wasn’t practically immortal yet, but he built up fame as an insane battle chef who dove into fights and came out covered in blood.
The pinnacle of his battle prowess was when fighting the evil hydra god, who didn’t spawn many ads, so Food-kun had difficulty killing it. He eventually did, however, using a well-placed meal, and its heart gave him practically impossible regen.
After that, he built up his cooking skill and became the first to achieve the highest rank. Then he was almost immediately one-upped as the cooking gods blessed him and removed his skill cap. Now he was completely unbalanced, and he’d only just finished college.
Food-kun now wanders the continent in search of rare ingredients and delicious food. Oh, and he's also good at bandaging. |
10,291 | 292 | 25 | 1,374 | 127 | Nacht was unaware of the disagreements the others were having about his words and actions, and even if he did he wouldn’t have cared. After he had finished making his piece, the Night’s Emperor received an important missive from a player in the Black Cowls.
To: Nacht
Subject: Treason
I followed up on the history of several new inductees into the Black Cowls. A majority of them have come from well-known guilds. A friend of mine from one of them mentioned they were urging some people to join us to spy for them.
The rest of the message contained the list of traitors and their associated guilds. Frankly, he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t as if many of them would reach the upper echelons of his organization. Nevertheless, it was bad if more and more turned up. Even the smallest of ants could cause a nuisance.
Nacht decided he would come up with a solution later. Just as he exited from the message, Datze had teleported the group into another area. Leave it to that man to do as he wished. It further irked him when he took command, but he acquiesced since he was the one leading the quest. Any other time would have been a different matter entirely.
As the Dragon God explained the plan, Nacht changed his outfit with a flick of his hand. No longer was he wearing his magnificent armor and cape, it was replaced with simple leathers that made him look more like a sellsword. However, his face still remained obscured. Though he was not wearing his iconic helm, he had replaced it with a bandana covering the lower half of his face. To the others that never had seen him in such clothing before would be surprised to learn of his young appearance, sharp gold eyes, and black hair.
“Datze, I’m a little disappointed in you. I can do far more than order NPCs around,” he said amusedly. “Bonum, what is your plan? Please don’t tell me you’re simply going to ask people to aid you out of the goodness of their hearts?” | Name: Makoto Date
Age: 17
Birthday: 29 February
Personality
Prideful to say the least, Makoto is intelligent, calculating, and patient, while simultaneously unwavering in his principles. Because of his steadfast convictions which he never hesitates to espouse when appropriate, he possesses a natural charisma and ability to leader others. However, in spite of his pride, Makoto is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in achieve success. Despite acting with an iron fist, Makoto shows care for those under his dominion despite his seemingly harsh and strict nature.
Biography
Makoto Date descends from a line of leaders heavily involved in government. He can even trace his lineage to the famous warlord, Masamune Date. In the modern day, his parents are politicians in the Diet, having served for several years already. It is expected of Makoto to follow in their footsteps once he comes of age, a legacy he is more than happy to continue.
Despite possessing the maturity and discipline to meet the responsibilities and expectations he accumulated, Makoto understood to take care of his physical and mental health to avoid burning out or snapping from pressure. He overheard several students mentioning a VRMMORPG that just recently went out of beta and was about to be launched. Makoto researched the game that was being released and found it sufficient for his dilemma. When the game was launched, Makoto was one of the first players to join.
As Makoto rose in infamy in the game, he also managed to rise in his own life as well. He reached his third year in high school as student council president, a title he held since his first year in middle school, while maintaining the number one position in the class rankings. There were few people who didn't know Makoto-taichou. There were even fewer that he spent his free time playing a VRMMORPG.
In Game
Avatar Name: Nacht
Avatar Title: Night’s Emperor
Appearance: His face is hidden by an aquiline helmet, sharp and foreboding in appearance and colored black by the dark metal used to make it. He stands a head above most, bedecked in armor of dark palette with robes of fine linen over it. His slender frame is hidden by a long, black cape that is often wrapped around his body, giving him the appearance of a bird of prey hovering over its captured meal.
Class: Great Conqueror
Signature Moves:
Presence of the Emperor – When in the same party (for PCs) or presence (for NPCs) of Nacht, players and non-playable characters have increased stats and are unable to fall victim to mental pressures.
Tactician’s Perspective – When used, Nacht is able to have an overhead view of the battlefield and is able to mentally send commands to NPCs.
Call-to-Arms – Nacht is able to summon NPCs to fight for him. The amount he could summon is dependent on a non-playable character’s strength. This means he has options of whom he could summon. He can summon an army of weaker NPCs or he may summon a single swordsman that is capable of taking on even the strongest of players.
Geas – Nact is able to place a geas, an absolute command, on a NPC. While under his geas, the NPCs that are controlled are buffed considerably until that command is met. When used on other players, they are paralyzed and stunned for three seconds.
Avatar Biography:
Nacht was one of the newcomers to the VRMMORPG when it was first launched. Despite his research into the mechanics of the game, he lacked general experience when it came to video games. It was because of his inexperience that led him to choose "Tactician" as his character class, having thought of it as a role most suited for him when it was offered to him.
Unfortunately, a majority of players considered Nacht's chosen class as useless or boring. The beta players rated it poorly and this opinion was imbedded in the players. Tacticians had no noteworthy personal skills and attributes because the class relied primarily on directing non-playable characters. However, despite the mockery and disdain Nacht endured in the early stages of playing, he grew fond of the unique playstyle his class provided.
In the game, players were able to gain reputation in the various organizations and factions scattered throughout the setting. Because no one cared to party with him, Nacht focused on completing quests for NPCs with his small band of NPC soldiers. His reputation among the militaries of the game's setting grew with time and eventually his class changed into "Strategist" (a more advanced version of his original class) and there were many high-ranking non-playable characters clamoring for him to join their kingdoms with the rank of a noble or general. He and his group would come to be called "The Black Cowls" for copious amount of black clothing and armor they wore.
After months of playing, Nacht took note of the intricate relationships a player character can have with non-playable characters. Though they were all AI, a majority of them all acted like they were real people. It was an astounding technological development and Nacht saw how many reacted similarly to how humans would. Not only that, the various leaders of several organization, factions, and even kingdoms changed with startling fluidity.
An idea sprouted Nacht, "What if I took advantage of this?"
He took the Black Cowls to the city-state of Caevum, a port city that served as a major trading hub between the frontier and the insular "safe" regions of the game. The region Caevum was settled in was mountainous, difficult to invade by land and sea. Even the ruling monarch's castle was carved into the face of the largest mountain that stood looking over the city and port. Nacht pledged his allegiance to the king of Caevum.
However, Nacht's pledge was only a ruse. In the game's history of Caevum, it was said that no outside force was ever able to conquer it. For Nacht, it was only a simple manner of manipulating his way into the trust of the king. In a move no other players thought was possible, he deposed the king of Caevum and executed him publicly. He then proclaimed to the masses that he was now their ruler. He was not to be their king, but their emperor.
In the castle of Caevum, after crowning himself as emperor, Nacht found a quest item that immediately changed his class to "Great Conqueror." There was a legend in the game that talked of a mighty emperor that once controlled the entire world. His conquest of Caevum triggered the quest and urged Nacht to continue forth with his mission. Spurred by the thought of war, political intrigue, and state administration, Nacht was more than willing to begin his conquest of the world.
Nacht began conquering and taking more and more territory, marking him as one of the hated villains in the game. Nevertheless, there were many that was willing to aid him on his ambition. |
10,292 | 292 | 26 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Oooh, that sounds really interesting, Hime clapped excitedly. "Hey Gray, we get to be on same team, fun huh?" she said to him, smiling brightly. She then turned to Datze and joked, "You just can't stay away from me, can you?"
She was glad that she could be useful in the quest. She was all excited to go, but quickly she realized that she didn't know where the guy that apparently had the journal was, and waited for Datze to take the lead. She waved goodbye to the rest of the group, as they separated to complete their tasks. | Name: (Real name) Himeko Murai
Age: 15
Appearance:
Birthday: December 31st
Personality: She is very gentle, kind, and proper, so basically the ultimate Japanese young lady. Occasionally she can be a bit mischievous and tends to tease the people she care about with straight-faced, hard to understand jokes. It's hard to tell what she's really thinking/feeling, but if you make her mad, you better beware because nothing can save you at that point.
Bio: Himeko was friendly and fairly popular in school. Although she was very bored most of the time. She expressed those feelings to some of her closer friends who then told her to play a VRMMO with them. She figured she might as well join them since she had nothing else to do but fell in love with the game and its world. Soon enough, she began to outrank all of her friends but she still joins them for a dungeon or too.
In Game
Avatar Name: Momo_Hime
Avatar Title:The Princess of Songs
Appearance:
Class: Bard
Signature Move/s:
Fantaisie Impromptu (Op. 66 by Chopin) - Creates a phantasmal illusion that the victims cannot escape; It only lasts about thirty seconds, but that's usually enough time for the rest of her party to finish them all off.
Leibestraum (aka Love's Dream by Franz Liszt) - A soothing melody that fully heals everyone in the party in health points and status.
Tarantella - The fast pace melody delivers a frenzy of wild attacks in every direction
Avatar Bio: Momo_Hime dedicated all of her time to become the perfect Bard, mostly because it was an unpopular class and secondly it looked like fun. She wanted to become the ultimate support for her friends who dragged her into playing the game with them. Soon enough, her Bard skills became desirable and people began to beg her to join their party. That isn't to say she only plays as a support. She still has a collection of magic skills that she uses when she is by herself that can still pack a punch. However, she does prefer playing as a support. |
10,293 | 292 | 27 | 1,374 | 127 | Bonum rubbed his head at Datze remark. It was hard to tell when Nacht was being serious or not, being such an avid roleplayer as he was. But he didn't have too long to be embarrassed by it before they were teleported off to Dural. Bonum visited the city often helping out with a few requests, he enjoyed the city even if it was as generic as they came. When told to equip something less conspicuous, he quickly searched his inventory and changed his white paladin outfit for a low-level dark grey one. Then he was told who his partner is and turned to Nacht.
"Well Nacht, there's only so much we can do incognito. But you should know as well as anybody how far a little charisma can go. But in case asking simply doesn't work, you and I have money, and I have a few items that might be useful with haggling with a few knowledgeable people. But if you have a better plan, then I am certainly all ears." He told him with a shrug. "I will suggest we check in the library and the marketplace for info before any other though. That's where knowledge and rumors usually reside." | Name: Makoto Date
Age: 17
Birthday: 29 February
Personality
Prideful to say the least, Makoto is intelligent, calculating, and patient, while simultaneously unwavering in his principles. Because of his steadfast convictions which he never hesitates to espouse when appropriate, he possesses a natural charisma and ability to leader others. However, in spite of his pride, Makoto is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in achieve success. Despite acting with an iron fist, Makoto shows care for those under his dominion despite his seemingly harsh and strict nature.
Biography
Makoto Date descends from a line of leaders heavily involved in government. He can even trace his lineage to the famous warlord, Masamune Date. In the modern day, his parents are politicians in the Diet, having served for several years already. It is expected of Makoto to follow in their footsteps once he comes of age, a legacy he is more than happy to continue.
Despite possessing the maturity and discipline to meet the responsibilities and expectations he accumulated, Makoto understood to take care of his physical and mental health to avoid burning out or snapping from pressure. He overheard several students mentioning a VRMMORPG that just recently went out of beta and was about to be launched. Makoto researched the game that was being released and found it sufficient for his dilemma. When the game was launched, Makoto was one of the first players to join.
As Makoto rose in infamy in the game, he also managed to rise in his own life as well. He reached his third year in high school as student council president, a title he held since his first year in middle school, while maintaining the number one position in the class rankings. There were few people who didn't know Makoto-taichou. There were even fewer that he spent his free time playing a VRMMORPG.
In Game
Avatar Name: Nacht
Avatar Title: Night’s Emperor
Appearance: His face is hidden by an aquiline helmet, sharp and foreboding in appearance and colored black by the dark metal used to make it. He stands a head above most, bedecked in armor of dark palette with robes of fine linen over it. His slender frame is hidden by a long, black cape that is often wrapped around his body, giving him the appearance of a bird of prey hovering over its captured meal.
Class: Great Conqueror
Signature Moves:
Presence of the Emperor – When in the same party (for PCs) or presence (for NPCs) of Nacht, players and non-playable characters have increased stats and are unable to fall victim to mental pressures.
Tactician’s Perspective – When used, Nacht is able to have an overhead view of the battlefield and is able to mentally send commands to NPCs.
Call-to-Arms – Nacht is able to summon NPCs to fight for him. The amount he could summon is dependent on a non-playable character’s strength. This means he has options of whom he could summon. He can summon an army of weaker NPCs or he may summon a single swordsman that is capable of taking on even the strongest of players.
Geas – Nact is able to place a geas, an absolute command, on a NPC. While under his geas, the NPCs that are controlled are buffed considerably until that command is met. When used on other players, they are paralyzed and stunned for three seconds.
Avatar Biography:
Nacht was one of the newcomers to the VRMMORPG when it was first launched. Despite his research into the mechanics of the game, he lacked general experience when it came to video games. It was because of his inexperience that led him to choose "Tactician" as his character class, having thought of it as a role most suited for him when it was offered to him.
Unfortunately, a majority of players considered Nacht's chosen class as useless or boring. The beta players rated it poorly and this opinion was imbedded in the players. Tacticians had no noteworthy personal skills and attributes because the class relied primarily on directing non-playable characters. However, despite the mockery and disdain Nacht endured in the early stages of playing, he grew fond of the unique playstyle his class provided.
In the game, players were able to gain reputation in the various organizations and factions scattered throughout the setting. Because no one cared to party with him, Nacht focused on completing quests for NPCs with his small band of NPC soldiers. His reputation among the militaries of the game's setting grew with time and eventually his class changed into "Strategist" (a more advanced version of his original class) and there were many high-ranking non-playable characters clamoring for him to join their kingdoms with the rank of a noble or general. He and his group would come to be called "The Black Cowls" for copious amount of black clothing and armor they wore.
After months of playing, Nacht took note of the intricate relationships a player character can have with non-playable characters. Though they were all AI, a majority of them all acted like they were real people. It was an astounding technological development and Nacht saw how many reacted similarly to how humans would. Not only that, the various leaders of several organization, factions, and even kingdoms changed with startling fluidity.
An idea sprouted Nacht, "What if I took advantage of this?"
He took the Black Cowls to the city-state of Caevum, a port city that served as a major trading hub between the frontier and the insular "safe" regions of the game. The region Caevum was settled in was mountainous, difficult to invade by land and sea. Even the ruling monarch's castle was carved into the face of the largest mountain that stood looking over the city and port. Nacht pledged his allegiance to the king of Caevum.
However, Nacht's pledge was only a ruse. In the game's history of Caevum, it was said that no outside force was ever able to conquer it. For Nacht, it was only a simple manner of manipulating his way into the trust of the king. In a move no other players thought was possible, he deposed the king of Caevum and executed him publicly. He then proclaimed to the masses that he was now their ruler. He was not to be their king, but their emperor.
In the castle of Caevum, after crowning himself as emperor, Nacht found a quest item that immediately changed his class to "Great Conqueror." There was a legend in the game that talked of a mighty emperor that once controlled the entire world. His conquest of Caevum triggered the quest and urged Nacht to continue forth with his mission. Spurred by the thought of war, political intrigue, and state administration, Nacht was more than willing to begin his conquest of the world.
Nacht began conquering and taking more and more territory, marking him as one of the hated villains in the game. Nevertheless, there were many that was willing to aid him on his ambition. |
10,294 | 292 | 28 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Grayliks returned a smile to Hime, waving to her and then looking to everyone else as they were separating and planning on how to go about their tasks. he turned back around to Datze and said "Hey, Datze, if you've really got nothing for me to do, why don't i go track down Food-Kun. I know you don't really have anything for him to do either but it would be good to have us all together on this quest" he shrugged "and who knows, maybe me and him will come up with an idea" | Name:Ao Shinkaichi
Age:15
Gender:Female
Brithday: 23 Oct
Personality: Ao seems like a somewhat calm girl that doesn't quite understand what is a joke and what isn't to most people, but she often acts harshly to people she actually likes. She also has an excessive addiction to trains, although she dislikes non-steam locomotives.
Bio: Ao was born in a somewhat rural town in westen Japan. Her father was working for a railway company, and the girl has taken interest in her father's job. However, she also has taken interest in gaming too, which resulted in the girl playing train simulator games.
However, when the girl was 10 years old, her father gave her a pendant with a ruby gem and left home, only to be found dead at a forest. She was somewhat in despair, not even playing games. However, during a conservation with one of her friends, she discovered the VRMMO, which helped her overcome the death by allowing her to de-stress. Since that, she spent most of her free time on the game, eventually becoming one of the best. Her mother weren't happy about this, since that increased the electricity bills. However, the problem was partially solved by the father-less family moving into the girl's cousin's house, which allowed Ao to play more VRMMO without parents shouting about electrical bills. However, the cousin's parents diidn't want Ao to have her grades lowered by the game, which made Ao play less, but she found a method to stay at the top while playing less.
Avatar Name: Koumi
Avatar Title: Queen of Pillars
Appearance: Similar to her real life appearance, but her hair is longer and is black. She wears a modest red dress made by a follower of her when not on quests. When on quests, she wears a full set of black light armor covering most of her skin to defend her from ambushes.
Class: Creation Witch
Signature Move/s:
Pillartillery: Koumi creates pillars travelling at high speed to attack anyone from far away. The pillars used can vary, from thousands of small pillars to a colossal pillar that could crush the fastest.
Pillarvel: Koumi creates a somewhat hollow pillar with windows, travelling towards the place she desires to go to at high speed, before disappearing at the place she wanted to go to. She becomes unmovable inside the pillar until it disappears.
Pillift: Koumi can use pillars as a lift.
As a Creation Witch, she can use pillars for other proposes, and she can create other shapes if she really needed to.
Avatar Bio: Koumi found an interesting class with so much potential, a Creation Wizard/Witch after hours and hours and gaming. However, becoming one required one to go through many hard quests, which most players couldn't clear. Even after they became a Creation Wizard/Witch, they must go through quests and quests to actually be able to create something and use it as a weapon or something properly. Koumi is one of the several people who made through the trials, and went to become the greatest Creation Witch. She uses pillars since it was the most convenient shape she could think of when she became a Creation Witch, and it has stuck with her. Now, these who bother attacking her in any way are met with a barrage of pillars, while she watches it from a giant pillar that shows her status as a "queen". |
10,295 | 292 | 29 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Kosuke was a little conflicted. The rest of them didn't look really ready to go, but that was probably fine... He walked over towards Mom-Hime as she started to leave, and turned around to offer some last advice.
"Alright, Grayliks, I'd prefer it if you taged along with those two to make sure they don't get in trouble but you can do whatever you want." By 'those two' he of course meant Bonum and Nacht. "And Erezin, when Katherine gets here, make sure to fill her in."
He quickly jogged to catch up with Momo_Hime.
"Our destination's the Bard College down in Dural." He said, "It shouldn't take too long to get there." | Name: Aoto Saitou
Age: 16
Appearance:
Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no back bone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.
Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to out do his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.
In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:
the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.
Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack mutliple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a sheild so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invicible sheild that can be called at the last minute to protect some one from a devestating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devestating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).
Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cutlist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadly rose through the ranks to get where he is at now. |
10,296 | 293 | 0 | 839 | 85 | It was a new day. The sun was rising above the mountains and General Stormvahk could feel the sun rays shining through the walls of his tent. He looks up in the mirror and sees an old face, with a white braided beard. He let's out a sigh and strokes the beard. He never asked for this position, but his people also didn't ask for slavery. It seemed they just didn't have choice anymore. The time for being obedient was over.
He walks to his armor stand and slowly puts on his old armor. It still fits him like a glove, even after 30 years. Had it been that long already? Had he been fighting for freedom for that long? Another sigh escapes his mouth as he straps on the last piece of armor. The old dwarf turns to the exit of his tent, straightens his back... and walks outside into the sunlight.
The general is greeted by the sound of a drumming earth and the shouts of a dozen different races. He walks up to the platform close to his tent, and looks over nearly a three thousand heads of the races human called slaves. As soon as General Stormvahk opens his mouth, the crowd goes silent. Everyone wants to hear his words.
''People! For too long we have been obedient. Too long we have sit idle, watching our brethren and sisters being used by the humans! No more I tell you! No more! We, the Legion of the Free, will put an end to the human tyranny once and for all! And it will not be my doing, but yours! By all of you! For this is something we can not do alone and divided. Together, unified against one single enemy, no one can stop us! We shall see the lands of Merovah free where we, elves, dwarves, orcs, beastman, and all other races can live free and will do so forever!!!'' The dwarf raises his fist in the air. The gesture is followed by the cheering and drum beats of sticks hitting the earth. For just this once... almost every race was united. General Stormvahk looks over his army, content, and retreats to his tent. His work for today was done.
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It was a new day. Gnorlin jumps the tree and stretches his back. It wasn't the most comfortable place to spend the night, but you just didn't have that much choice when it came to stalking your prey. He cracks his neck and assorts the items on his belt. He looks around and takes a quick sprint to the nearest house, not ten meters away. His target hadn't left the building yet, which meant he had spend the night here. Well, a brothel was a favorite place for man to pass out. Especially if it came to humans. Although it was early, they should already be open. Let's take the direct approach for once.
Gnorlin enters the brothel, to be greeted by the strong odor of sweat and perfume. He walks up to the counter and climbs on one of the stools. He's greeted by a young lady with at least 3 layers of make-up. ''I hope you're not as tiny down there as you are in general.'' she says while eyeing the gnome in black up and down. Gnorlin let's out a snicker and drops a small purse on the counter. ''The human Orvink Bekker. I take it he's upstairs?'' The woman gives a quick nod and shoves the purse behind the counter. ''Good. This will be our little secret then, right?'' He gives her a nod and jumps off the stool. He makes his way upstairs and draws his dagger. He let's out a sigh and kicks open the door of Orvink's room. ''All in the days work of an assassin...'' | Name: Gnorlin Daggerspark/The Tiny Shadow
Race: Gnome
Gender: Male
Age: ?? (32)
Appearance:
No one really knows what Gnorlin looks like, apart from his close friends in the Crimson Daggers. According to them, Gnorlin looks like your average gnome with beard and all.
Occupation: Assassin
Location: Traveling
Biography/Background: There is often a feud between two rich human families. And these powerful families do not shun away from murder or other criminal activities to remain in their position. And what better way to get rid of an enemy, then to hire someone no one could ever trace back to you. Cause... what mighty and important family, would hire a dirty gnome to do their work?
And this was the fate of Gnorlin. Being born into the Crimson Daggers, an Assassin's guild, his fate was already destined. His mother was nothing but a playtoy to the Crimson Daggers, but as a boy he was to be trained. In the Crimson Daggers was one of the few places where Humans and other races worked together. There was slavery, but based on your performance, not on your race. Gnorlin quickly became a favorite, cause who would expect a gnome of killing?
Gnorlin held little value to the lives of humans. His mother was killed by filthy human in drunken rage. Gnorlin had the pleasure of gutting him. And now he had received a new contract. To take out the so called Benjamin One-Eye wasn't going to be easy. That guy traveled all across Merovah.
Voice Sample: ''Oh gheesh... I hate it when they start crying. Heh, who am I kidding.'' |
10,297 | 293 | 1 | 1,949 | 1,793 | The Half Orc woman sat on a trees branch, one leg propped up on the branch as she played the flute to pass the time. A small talent her mother had pushed for her to learn, one her father had condoned as a bit useless. Though she had caught him one night while she was practicing, listening to its shrill tunes while holding her mothers hands. Ah, how she missed them... Beside her layed her upright quiver and satchel, along with her pack. Her bow and a single arrow lay in her lap. Wrathia was not one to stay out in the open. Today, however, she had a purpose.
Beneath her passed a stage coach carrying her prize today. Mm, it wasn't often she took these sort of jobs but it did rake in good money. She waited for the stage coach's horses to run by before hooking her knees on the trees branches and swinging upside down. Her white hair taking with the gravity as she did. She drew out her bow and pulled the arrow back on the string. From this upside down position, she could see right through the stage coaches back window, a specific lady in waiting sitting opposite of it looking quite frazzled as she pulled her skirts back down; a mistress to the local lord. Wrathia looked down the sights of the arrow...
And Fired.
Straight on, dead center of the mistress's forehead and she slumped foreward. Meanwhile the driver remained oblivious, and continued on his merry way down the path. Wrathia, her abdominals flexing, pulled herself back upright on her tree branch, pulled a paper out and made a checkmark next to the name of the woman she had killed. She smirked as she looked at the paper, her eyes burning with a mild hatred that was steadily growing in size. "The Tender-Flesh is nothing but filth." She murmured.
Wrathia dropped from the branches and began her walk back to her home cottage that had once been raided by the Filth who molested the diversity of a population. She would claim her prize money later. | Name: Wrathia Ig'liiki
Race: Half Dark Elf/Half Orc Hybrid
Gender: Femme
Age: 22
Appearance:
Stark white hair, black skin and heavy armor. A quiver full of arrows rests on her back and heavy armor rests around her body. She carries an Orcish sword and daggers, though her arrows are of elven make.
Occupation: Huntress and Vigilante for Hire
Location: Woods of Diin
Biography/Background: While growing up in a small cottage on the outskirts of a nearby village; Wrathia was taught by both her Elven mother and Orc father various ways to defend herself, and survival skills. Her mother taught her the delicate fashions of the Elves, and her father the brute strength of the Orcs. She took to both well, and became a skilled hunter/warrior. When she hit her teens, she enjoyed running away from home to play in the woods for days at a time. Her parents did worry, but they understood. This aided her in sharpening her skills. One day at age seventeen, Wrathia returned home from one of her lone escapades in the woods to find Humans knocking on the door of the cottage.
She walked in the tree tops as her father answered the door; and saw him quickly apprehended by the Humans as well as her mother despite them fighting back. Her father saw her in the trees, and when she went to attack the Humans, he gave her a signal to stop. She watched them leave the house, her heart heavy. Taking a few days to prepare, Wrathia soon set out to find them.
She would find her father, working as a slave for the Humans in the fields and her mother.... Her mother....
Wrathia can't even begin to describe what became of her mother.
She spoke with her father in secret, pleeing with him to let her kill their owners, and free the slaves of the Humans... but her father declined. He told her He didn't want her to get involved, or get in trouble. He knew what would happen to her if she got caught... the same thing that became of her mother. With tears in her eyes, Wrathia fled from the place the Humans had turned them in to slaves; obeying her fathers wishes. She vowed one day, when she got stronger, that she would return and slice the throat of every human who dare call any other race a slave.
Voice Sample: "You wish of my services? You pay tha' price."
"I despise the Humans. I wish to cut the flesh of their hide and turn it into a robe. Let the Tender-Flesh suffer for all the chaos they wrought upon the land!" |
10,298 | 293 | 2 | 152 | 134 | Adrian was not human. He had known this as a truth for most of his life. He had known that humans were powerless, yet clever creatures, whom forced his people into another land and enslaved them for the good of their own species. He had known he was not like them, in fact, had to hide from them, and he had known that it was because of them that he could never leave Elliot's house. What he did not know was what made humans so different, or what made them want to be away from other creatures. What made humans despise him? Why did they torture and mistreat his brethren? Most importantly, what could he do about it?
Only ten years of age at that time, the small elf pondered these things from his hiding space under a large tree. This large tree wasn't surrounded by many other large trees, but the dirty robes he wore allowed him a bit of camouflage. The sun was high in the sky, its rays peeking in through the green leaves of the tree and leaving stripes of light across the young elf's body. Adrian could smell the food of the humans, feeling his mouth water, and he chewed his tongue to distract himself from the hunger. A pale hand with thin fingers reached up to touch the pointed tip of his right ear, as he noticed that his brown hair had grown even longer than before, now to his shoulders with shaggy bangs falling into his face. He needed this long hair to hide his ears whenever he was spotted. Elliot had said it was crucial.
He brushed his bangs back away from his forehead, wanting a clear vision of the world around him. It wouldn't be long until Elliot was to return, and Adrian wanted to absorb all he could before he was once again trapped. As he watched a rare, dancing, blue butterfly glide awkwardly through the air, he became unaware of his surroundings, and a young adventurer came upon him.
"Hey there!" he greeted loudly.
Adrian nearly jumped out of his skin. His neck snapped around to find who may have discovered him so quickly, and his brown eyes met with a pair of sparkling blue ones. The human boy stood tall, which made Adrian believe he was a bit older than himself, and his blond waves of hair fell to a length almost as long as the elf's. His robes were a bright, clean brown, and he held a toothy grin on his face. As long he played it cool, Adrian could make it out of here safely, couldn't he? "Oh! Hello. What are you doing here all by yourself?"
"I could ask you the same thing," the boy replied, in a strange, foreign accent. "What ya doing here all by your lonesome? You don't got friends?" His eyes twinkled playfully and he leaned against the tree.
Adrian looked away, with a frown on his face. It hurt, because it was true. He had one friend, but she was a slave, so it didn't count. Besides, everyone else he had known was human, and elves couldn't be friends with humans. "I got friends," the ten-year-old replied, unknowingly somewhat micmicking the human boy's accent. "Actually, my friends are waiting for me, so I got to go." With a grunt, the elf got to his feet, but as he went to pass by the human, the other boy grabbed him by the arm.
"You don't got a name, stranger?" he asked.
"It's Adrian," Adrian mumbled hesitantly.
"Well then," the boy released him and smiled. "My name's Alekus, and I've just come here from the northern part of Merovah. I have to go aswell, but I hope to see you again, Adrian. Next time, we meet as friends." With a wink, he bounded away as quickly and as silently as he had came. | Name: Adrian Manwë
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 10
Appearance:
Occupation: Story Teller
Location: Merovah
Biography/Background:
Adrian was born in Ottul, Merovah, a dry, dusty city, as a slave. An infant, unaware of the life he had to look forward to, he managed to roll out of the back of the slave wagon while it was being transported to the slave buyers. Elliot, a young man at the time, came upon the baby on the dusty path and did not know what else to do but to take it home with him. Only once he had returned to his small home, did he find that the baby he had picked up was an elf. Terrified of being caught with the child, but unwilling to drop the child off back where he had found it, Elliot decided to keep the elf in secret, with the intent on bringing it to the Land of Valleys when there was a safe chance.
Years passed by, and Elliot still had not given Adrian away. For years, Adrian was kept in hiding in Elliot's home, trapped in his safe haven. Though Adrian was not allowed out most of the time, he did make friends with another elf, a slave. Elliot let the young female elf come to see Adrian, and she would steal money from her master, and pay Adrian to tell her stories.
Voice Sample:
"I'm an elf...and?"
"You can't tell anyone." |
10,299 | 293 | 3 | 1,063 | 99 | Sir Benjamin Broadshield, Knight of renown, son and brother of Lords, and warrior without equal, sat hunched over a pitiful little fire clutching a pan of bacon, beside a ruinous tower. His shield, the broken manacles on a field of green, was hanging from a nearby tree. Tradition was difficult to break. Even though he was fleeing manhunters down south, he felt obligated to announce his presence to passers-by. Chivalry demanded it. Not that he was terribly upset about it. He was near the border now, and this northern land was sparsely settled- and more importantly, it was sparsely patrolled. He had seen neither hide nor hair of a soldier- or a bounty hunter- in what felt like an eternity, and the watchtower he had taken refuge in must have been abandoned for quite some time. In truth, he did not like it much. But a great storm rolled through a few nights ago, and forced his hand. In the end it seemed to serve well enough. The roof worked, at least, though the place was draftier than any castle he'd ever been in. He had limited himself to the first level of the structure- the stairwell looked fragile, and he did not trust the upper level.
His fellow Merovahns certainly did not seem to be very worried about the possibility of an invasion from the North, to leave a perfectly good watchtower unlooked after. They would see the error, soon enough, the Knight reasoned. The thought lifted his spirits. He began to whistle whilst turning the strips of bacon with a fork. Within a few moments, he found himself softly singing, too. Shifting the bacon from the pan to a little tin plate alongside a hunk of stale black bread, he began to nibble on what passed for his breakfast. In days gone by, he had feasted among Kings and high Lords, on capon and quail and eel, fine pastries and cakes, sausages, light, flaky fish, and bread of every description. Oh, and the wine. Oh, yes, the wine. If only he had some now, instead of the mug of foul-tasting water he currently enjoyed. He knew he should not complain, knowing that many- non-humans, in particular- would have jumped at the opportunity to partake of his paltry meal.
As he ate, he scanned the horizon. The tower in which he was currently making camp sat at a crossroads. A beaten old road went north and south, hills in one direction and lowland in the other, and a better maintained route ran east to west. About one hundred yards away was a little stream, its course dotted here and there by copses of trees. otherwise, there was little to report. He could see nothing of interest, and thus, was not much worried about defending himself. His armor was inside, protected from the elements, and his horse Alexander was tied to the same tree that his shield was hanging from. His sword and dagger were at his belt, and, in a pinch, that would be enough. He did not likely make much of a sight without his full kit, but his reputation ran before him, and seemed to scare off most novice challengers.
Currently he wore a leather jerkin, a simple tunic, and leather trousers. His left eye was covered by a round patch of black cloth, held in place by a band of cloth running across the back of his head. Oddly enough, he was barefoot. After breakfast, he decided, he would bathe in the stream, gather his belongings, and begin the last leg of his journey. Soon, he would join Stormvahk and his army. With victory, mayhap, he could return home- and perhaps take his brother's Lordship? Only time could tell. A smile came to Benjamin's lips, and he whistled again. | Name: Sir Benjamin Broadshield (“Benjamin One-Eye,” to some)
More Properly: Sir Benjamin the Broadshield, of the Noble House of Siskus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Appearance: Aging, with fair hair now going gray, Sir Benjamin remains an imposing sight. Tall and broad, arms and legs corded thick with muscle. His square jaw is obscured by a neatly trimmed beard, and his lone, dark brown eye shine from time to time with what might be a youthful vigor. His other, lost to battle, is covered by a bit of black cloth. He is most often seen in plate and mail, atop a warhorse, a heavy visored helm obscuring his face. A fine longsword is girded at his belt, and his shield bears his personal arms: a fist of silver on a field of green, broken shackles hanging from the wrist. Away from battle, he dresses comfortably, often in a simple leather doublet, a woolen tunic, and simple trousers, all of which belie his noble status.
Occupation: Knight-errant/Turncoat
Location: Heading North
Born the second son of a wealthy nobleman in southern Merovah, Benjamin lived his early life in accord with his status. Slaves nursed him, cleaned his bedchamber, and cooked his meals. One slave, an educated elf, even tutored the young aristocrat, teaching him to read and write, to count, and revealing the brutal history of his people.
His elder brother, Jorik, was destined to take over the house upon the death of Lord Siskus. Benjamin, meanwhile, was expected to play a supporting role, either as a commander of Siskus troops or as a steward. Showing little aptitude for administration, he began training for knighthood by the time of his eighth birthday. At ten, he began to serve as a squire, first for his cousin Sir Aetius, and later for Sir Konnan, his uncle. Years passed, and, shortly after his assension to manhood, Benjamin was knighted, and served in many small-scale conflicts, participating in jousts and tournaments during more peaceful periods. He won great renown in this way, and became rather well known for carrying a great, heavy kite shield, earning him the moniker “Broadshield,” to differentiate him from Sir Benjamin Bloodaxe.
As the years passed and his name came to carry greater weight, Benjamin considered taking a wife. With the blessing of his brother, now Lord Siskus, he married Brienne Roux, the daughter of a rival House. They settled in a small fortified keep which he held in the name of his Lord brother. The marriage was happy enough, as far as the arranged ones tend to go, and there was genuine affection between them. Shortly thereafter, the first of their three children was born, a son called Jacob.
As master of the hall, Benjamin for the first time held direct authority over slaves. Only a score, give or take, and mostly elves. The arrangement made him uncomfortable, to say the least. His upbringing aside, he had moral qualms with the whole affair. But he was just one man, so what to do? He endeavored, then, to treat his slaves with a kindness few others showed, occasionally even paying cash bonuses to the most capable and loyal among them.
Time and again he would be called upon by his brother to lead the levies against this or that problem. More often than not rambunctious slaves were the issue. Ofttimes they revolted, crying out for liberty, and the blood of their masters. This could not be tolerated in the prevailing Order was to be maintained. Once, on one particular occasion, he was sent to slay a group of rabble-rousers, and, for good measure, to butcher the women and children and put the village to the torch. An example must be made, Jorik had said. But Benjamin could not do it. Would not do it.
Cast from his home and charged of treason, Benjamin fled, taking his horse Alexander, along with his arms. Caught on the road by a group of knights in the service of his brother, he was forced to fight for his life. Against long odds he struck down half a dozen men, forcing the rest into a route, but he was badly injured. He could hardly see out of his left eye. In time its vision would fade entirely. Wounded, and thoroughly disoriented, he wandered into an impoverished little farming village, and was sheltered by a local priest. In time he recuperated, and came in secret to visit a family of slaves working a nearby plot of land. An orc maiden, not seventeen by the look of her, took something of a liking to the old knight, and offered to repaint his now-battered shield. At his request, she replaced the old markings- a tower of red on a field of black- with the fist and shackles design that would grace the shield from then on.
For several years thereafter Sir Benjamin, now called “One-Eye” by his enemies, roamed the sparsely-populated quarters of Merovah, seeking refuge where it was to be found. When he heard whispers of a force of liberation marshaling to the north, in the Land of the Valleys, he began traveling in that direction. He hoped that he might, with his firsthand knowledge of Morovah and its methods of warfare, lend aid to Stormvhak and his cause. He was seeking personal redemption for his own small part in maintaining servitude, yes. But he sought a higher thing, as well, as all men sworn to honor and righteousness. And that was Justice.
Voice Sample:
“I don't need more than one eye to kill a whelp like you.”
“I come from Merovah. You can see my shield. You know very well who I am.” |
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