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1,500 | 30 | 140 | 2,025 | 3,680 | Voira sighed in slight annoyance. She had just been about to doze off in hopes of catching a little more bits of sleep before something went horribly wrong and they all crashed or died or something ruined her chance at sleeping, Raa seeming to have placated and handled the situation, when RK decided to take matters into her own hands. Voira opened her eyes to glare at Raa's hologram. "RK, why you were never programmed with a diplomatic drive we'll never understand. Regardless, shut up whenever it seems like someone is emotionally upset. In fact, if Raa or I have already answered, be quiet. Rudeness, acidic sarcasm, and generally your two cents never really help. If they offend you, bite your cybernetic tongue. May we remind you of that time with the Krogan? The Citadel Security? The Hanar? How about those Eclipse girls?" The Asari, giving one last glare at the AI turned to the human woman.
RK raised an eyebrow, her eyes turned to Voira, and glared. "First off, you were drunk and you smacked him first. I merely told him what you said after he asked. The eclipse girls were distracting you from protecting Raa, Instead you sat there, unable to move as they drooled on you. The Hanar was well known smuggler... enough said."
Voira rolled her eyes, ignoring the slight blush at the mention of what the Eclipse girls were doing. "Sorry. She's a bit...bitchy. We'll try to keep her less vocal. If we can find a mute button." She paused for a moment, considering telling the woman about the massacre on the station. She'd learn soon enough however, and their group had already made things as worse as they could be. "We're sure your brother is fine."
At Avatar's announcement, Voira raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's good. We need some help." She hoped at least. Not much they could all do in this ship. | Name: Voira Sirosi
Species: Asari
Age: 125
Gender: Female
Appearance: Voira
Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father.
Weapons/Equipment:
-Thunder Assault Rifle
-Viper Shotgun
-Two Razer pistols
-Bottle of Ryncol
-Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch.
-Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.)
Skills and Abilities:
-Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one
-Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well.
-Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle.
Background:
Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash.
She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop.
She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat.
Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.”
When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for?
Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless.
She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her.
She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared.
The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina.
The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone.
What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while.
She’s still following Raa.
Misc Details:
-Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros.
-While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves.
-Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc. |
1,501 | 30 | 141 | 739 | 6,473 | The Human woman was still angry, and overall distressed, but Voira’s response had at least served to validate her anger towards the AI enough that she was content seething in silence. For most of the passengers on the shuttle, any stress created by the brief shouting match was eclipsed by worry over the approaching craft, even more so when the entirety of their convoy on the ground and in the air suddenly stopped. Fortunately, when the gunships came into what would have been attack range, they did not fire, nor show other signs of hostility. Instead, half of the gunships, which seemed to have been outfitted for cargo transport, landed next to their ground vehicles. Turian soldiers emerged from the transports and, from what Avatar could gather through the external cameras, seemed to be moving the supplies and people from the ground transports onto the gunships. It was a process that took half an hour to complete, during which time no information was given to any of the civilians aboard the other shuttles.
After the gunships were loaded, the shuttles and their gunship escort took off at as high of a speed and as low of an altitude as they could sustain, leaving all of the now-empty ground transports behind. Presumably, they were evacuating to safety, but Avatar could not any prediction with reasonable certainty as to their destination. There were no official allied military bases on record on the planet, and indeed, no settlements at all along their current bearing. They had two full hours of low altitude flight above largely unexplored sections of the planet before their aerial convoy finally slowed its pace to an approach velocity over a thick, tropical jungle.
For those that could see of the windows, their destination finally became clear. The Turian cruiser Intrepid was before them, sitting atop the fallen trees it had crushed in its emergency landing. However, even a cursory visual observation revealed that its structural integrity was nothing short of critical. On just the side of the ship facing the shuttle, Avatar counted fourteen hull breaches of sufficient size to cause the loss of pressurization in multiple compartments, and an indeterminate number of smaller breaches. If the other side of the ship possessed a similar level of damage, then the ship’s energy shielding system would not have been sufficient to completely retain atmosphere. The largest of the breaches which were visible cut the lettering of the word Intrepid written across the side of the vessel in half, and stretched across multiple decks. Avatar could not accurately estimate the extent of the ship’s internal damage, but the probability of the vessel still being capable of operation within a vacuum was less than 0.5%.
On their approach, their shuttle’s pilot finally spoke up over the shuttle’s speakers to address his passengers. “Okay…I’m being told that we’re going to land in the ship’s hanger, but that we should all stay put in the shuttle until one of their people can get to us and take us where we need to go.” | Name: Avatar
Species: Geth
Age: 376 years since program’s creation
Gender: N/A
Weapons/Equipment:
-Geth Pulse Rifle v3
-Geth Plasma SMG v3
-A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit.
Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine.
Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics.
After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition.
Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested.
Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection. |
1,502 | 31 | 0 | 1,866 | 1,541 | Sun Ridge Boarding Institution, 12:00 PM.
Official Start of Winter Break.
Outside the South Entrance
The Winter season had arrived once more to the Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. Of course, looking at the surroundings it certainly didn't feel like a typical winter. The weather was warm, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The golden rays of the glorious sunshine glimmered through the bright blue sky. Some nearby sand that stood against the glistening white stone pathway of the South Entrance held a few lizards that were slowly retreating to the shadows, out of sight from the eyes of the larger creatures that would surely wish to devour them.
As it was Winter Break, the Cliques would not need to waste their time on tedious classwork. Their valuable time could now be devoted to what truly mattered; after all during the breaks was when the War always truly sparked up. And more importantly, this would serve as a period of time when they could engage in more Power Plays and bring great fortune to their respective cliques. A breeze went by and whipped some sand across, alongside a stray tumbleweed. Some would say that this particular event in the scenery of the school would represent the lull before the great shoot-outs to come, while others -particularily the Nerds-, would claim that it was simply put a meteorological effect that occurred due to the rules of nature. However, what mattered about this particular scene was the fact that it meant their was a wind providing a decent breeze.
Of course, old and new blood would be fueling the rising Clique War. Yes, some new blood would arrive this day. The Sun Ridge Boarding Institution engaged in a predictable practice; during the first Winter and Summer breaks, they would bring new students by bus to get them settled and used to the surroundings. No one was sure why they did this, though many have said it was due to being paid extra for moving them to the 'Neutral Dorms'. However as countless janitors and Prefects will admit to, the Neutral Dorms get, well simply put in a euphemism, messy. And thus, the students quickly search for a Clique to join, or are drafted into a Clique and taken to a relative safety there. Of course, some stay in those 'Neutral Dorms' but as mentioned before, they do get messy.
And there was another strange practice that Administration engaged in during this period of time. Many teachers and staff decided to leave and take their vacation during this time-frame. After all, they didn't particularly care or want to be around the students at their rowdiest. This of course was no skin off the Cliques bones, and they did appreciate the lowered guard from the Administration.
Approaching the South Gateway, a rather thick section of iron with the school's motto gleaming above its archway, was the school bus. It was hovering ever so slightly above the ground with a red glow underneath. Notably it was a triple deckered bus, which helped for transporting the larger of the fresh batch of students. The driver of the bus, was a slightly amusing individual, if only for the fact that he was a transluscent ghost that was managing to physically drive the bus. As the bus got close towards the gate, the driver slowly parked it in front of the gate which began creaking open.
Waiting for the fresher students was one of the Prefects, the students who betrayed the way of the Clique for the sweet devil's bargain of the Administration.
The current Prefect stood in the middle of the white stone path that was attached to the gate. behind him, in the close but distant distance was the Administration Building. The Prefect stood at about 5'6", and wore a light blue suit. The most notable feature about him was the fact that he had large cream color ram-horns that were on the sides of his head, and that his head had rather large wooly puffs of black fur that functioned as essentially hair.
The boy idly stared annoyed that he was assigned to have to give the spiel to the new meat. He pulled out a single biscuit stick that he kept in his coat-pocket and munched on it. But of course, while mundane, it was an easy job rather than having to deal with those actually experienced with the institution.
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The Cafeteria
As for many of the students who've been here, many were out and about for planning. Though, due to the time of day many of the various students were in the cafeteria. Illuminated by the fluorescent lighting, here was one of the few neutral zones, that weren't immediately turned into a vicious Hellscape where few could manage to survive. This was due to the Prefects who were stationed here, and the fact the Administration held an actual interest in keeping this area safe. No one knew for sure why they preferred to keep the cafeteria safe, when they actively allowed the 'neutral dormitories' to be a horrific war-zone. Some say it was due to a mighty treasure that the Administration kept secret. Others say that held a tactical position to the Administration, in regards to the building it was hosted in. Others say that it was due to the constant and ever present 'Cafeteria Skirmishes'. Even with the Prefects guarding it, the Cafeteria did find itself the host of very dangerous battles. Many still speak in awe and hushed whispers over the 'Foodfight of Two Fridays Ago'. And even still, others had no idea why nor did they care for an explanation.
Off to the upper right corner was the territory claimed by the Preppies. It had the best spot for air conditioning and was rather close to the cafeteria line. Which of course didn't matter to them, as they always had a few artisan chefs on hand to prepare them meals. Of course the little people could not see them as their section was cut off by an installed Egyptian cotton curtain. Outside the curtain was a select staff of butlers just eying the miscreants, to make sure only those worthy would try getting in.
In the upper left corner was the territory claimed by the Entertainers. From this section came much laughter and merriment, as they were practicing out their materials. An Orcish member was busy sticking a spoon on her nose and a fork in her ear. Another was busy practicing juggling with a salt and pepper shaker, and an empty bowl. The festivities continued, as a Prefect eyed down upon them with his red compound eyes.
The lower left corner was being occupied by the Punks. Many of whom had their feet kicked up on the table and were just glaring at random things. One of the punks at the table was busy with some hair gel to maintain appearances. Others were continuing to mark the tables with the cafeteria knives and sharpies. After all they needed to continue to tag their territory.
The lower right corner was being occupied by the Nerds. Across the cafeteria benches was a collection of books set up to cover sheets. Around these sections the sound of dice clanking against the table was heard. While other nerds were busy reading various comicbooks. While others were scrawling notes on various papers.
In the middle were the Bullies and the Jocks. The Jocks were on the right side, while the Bullies were on the left. Both sides were keeping a close eye on the other. After all, they couldn't let their guard down, not even in the neutral sanctity of the Cafeteria. On the side of the Bullies, a behemoth of a troll covered in moss was watching over the Jocks. The Jocks meanwhile had a minotaur dressed in a white track-suit watching over the Bullies.
The day was still young, and was going to be teeming with adventure and excitement. Who knew what events were going to unfold this day? | Keeping this lil spot for quite possibly dramatic purposes. Or mostly to list stuff, when the time/need arises. Probably the latter.
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The PCs (Shall be updated with other fluff and such, but for now just serves as an easy directory to the PCs)
Rafaelo "Schnell" Siegfried - Factionless
Summers - Punk
Anya - Bully
Julie 'Lee Lee' Smith - Entertainer
Urist MacFistbeard III - Factionless
Steven Diggs - Punk
Nikolai Jackson - Nerd
Artemis Turner - Entertainer
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Handy-Dandy NPC Guide (As more important NPCs arrive and are formed, this will serve to provide a basic knowledge to check back on, on who exactly are they)
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Events that Happened (As stuff happens, this section will be devoted to providing a blurb on what has happened in the game/story so far) |
1,503 | 31 | 1 | 1,982 | 177 | When she'd been a really little kid, Mrs. Summers told her that she'd been borne on the back of the Sandman before they had her, that she was made of dreams and drivel, and that the reason why she slept so much was because she still had the urge to return to the place where she'd been born, where nothing made sense--
It was a line of bull, of course, but it had helped her accept her sleepy, cat-like existence as something unique and beautiful, rather than the reason why she didn't have any friends.
Summers was on a vaguely cartoonish pirate ship in the middle of a technicolor sea, the horizon unobstructed by neither land nor vessel, and the dark, cobalt sky filled with star clusters so close that it was hard to tell where heaven met water. The sea itself was teeming with life, squids and fish glowing faintly bright and smiling at her with big, slapstick grins. Also, The Monkees were playing from an unknown source. So if she had to guess--she was either asleep or very, very high.
Now aware that she was dreaming, Summers steered her own course, using the star charts on the belly of a whale who kindly turned for her as a map, and arrived at an island filled with cats and supermodels and--and was that a tiki bar? Oh hell yes. Before she could ditch the Black Pearl, however, someone elbowed her in the side.
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In the real world, she'd been asleep for all of twenty minutes.
Snrrrrrrkk--kh-....snnrrrrrrrrk--
The snoring was obscenely loud.
She was face-first in an uneaten hamburger bun which had long since over-saturated, and now the drool was overflowing the tray and creeping towards one of her fellow punk's sharpie work. The girl--who looked something like a lizard mixed with a nightjar--could deal with the snoring, but Summers' copious amounts of saliva was smearing the ink and enough was enough.
Summers groaned and turned her head to crack an eye--well, what appeared to be the moon inside an eye socket before blurring to the characteristic crackle of interference--at the offending elbow, half her face still in her mushy bread. She pulled herself from her tray and wiped the dough off her cheek, before sending a dirty look towards the lizjard punk, mutely vowing to do it again in thicker quantities of drool whenever she got the chance. Then she stared at the remaining fishbowel's worth of fluid on her table.
She shrugged off her sweater and tugged the bottom of her wifebeater down before wiping the table half-assedly with the former, and promptly smacked her face back onto the fake wood surface.
In about ten seconds she'd be out like a light. | Name: (unknown given name) Summers
Species: Psuedo-human, I guess. Maybe a fever dream.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at about 5'5” and weighing in at 145lb, she's a average-sized girl. The rest of her appearance is a little...off, I guess one could say. Her skin ranges from a light grey to nearly transparent, with darker greys in her hair and nails. It's almost as if she was straight out of a noir film if not for the bright, technicolor clothes she likes to wear and her eyes.
Normally, her eyes lack irises and pupils in favor of—well, static usually. Little black ants running over white sand (or is it white ants running over black sand?) fill her sockets when she's feeling apathetic, bored, or tired—her default emotions. When she's feeling other emotions, the static clears into a corrupted VHS tape (x (<-- epilepsy warning), x, x) in her eyes, lines where the film has been scratched blurring the images of friends and animals when she's happy, storms over the ocean when she's angry, distant galaxies when she's hopeful. Sometimes silent memories show up. But mostly, it's static. When she cries, the image liquifies and runs out of the corners of her eyes before reverting to those damn ants again.
Her fashion vocabulary includes “neon” and “comfortable”. She likes long, yellow raincoats and multicolored sweaters, and her jeans are a more than a little baggy and ripped to point of falling off her legs. When she tries to put them on in the morning, she keeps catching the holes with her feet and ripping the jeans further. It's not like she's going to go out and buy new ones, though. Everything she owns is covered in pins, especially smiley faces, 'fight the power' fists, and cats.
Faction: Punk
Personality: Summers is sleepy before she's anything else. She's turned sleeping into an artform; she can do it whenever, wherever, however. In fact, she's so fond of sleeping that if you wake her up from one of her infamous catnaps, she'll sleep somewhere inconvenient for you just to spite you. She's terribly lazy, too, as work comes before death (disappointing death, at that), and must be avoided at all costs.
After sleepy comes snarky. After snarky comes flirty. Summers likes girls (mostly) and (a select few) boys and has no concept of a good pick-up line. She looses it around people she thinks are cute, turning into a pile of grey, stuttering goop (not literally but she thinks that'd look really cool).
Fourthly, Summers dislikes authority. Though she's always tip-toed the line between nerd and punk, this is what settles the issue—imperatives grate on her like no other. Just put a question mark at the end of sentences you direct towards her, please, it's not worth the two months she'll spend being petty over a command. As far as the Punk cause goes, she wants to see a world where private property no longer exists and social conventions are a thing of the past.
In her opinion, a locked door that does not lead to a bathroom or a bedroom is both an insult and challenge.
Conversely, she's rather respectful to others and will level with anyone regardless of age, rank, or intelligence until they say something that insinuates she's beneath them. In other words, she's easy-going, friendly, and pretty funny until someone acts like a jerk.
Do not doubt her abilities. She'll break antiques she don't give a shit.
Fifthly—well, more as a side note—she suffers from Cuteness Proximity Syndrome, where the closer she's standing to an animal (or a really endearing person), the less intelligent she becomes. IQ = k x closeness to object of adoration in feet.
Biography: Summers was a problem child, which would suck for her parents if they hadn't died in a house fire when she was eight (at least she got the family dog out). She's been bumped from foster home to foster home for the past seven years, and after one too many authoritarian homes that didn't care for her, she's developed a firm distrust of adults.
Her social worker, Jacques, has always liked her “spunk” but his seemingly endless patience is running thin.
She landed in Sun Ridge last week after her latest stunning success story (she pushed her foster brother into a pile of maneur and that was the last straw ((hah farm joke)) for her loving, agricultural family of a two and a half months) and was pretty quickly nudged into the Wastelands.
Powers: Her memory can be summed up as “shit” but if she does remember something in enough detail, she can play the memory via her TV-eyes.
Abilities: Summers excels and breaking and entering, whether it be lock picking or infiltration through the ventilation system. She's also a gadgeteer genuis. She'll fix your TV if you ask nicely.
Weapons: An aluminum slugger that she claims is just for baseball. For the most part, it is.
Other: Ayy, so, one of my favorite OC's. The image is of Mamimi (FLCL) and I manip'd it to look odd—and, like, it took forever dude. If anyone wants to use it, that's cool, but throw me a bone via credit--it's still my char design. She speaks in yellow. Also, char theme for the heck of it: (x) |
1,504 | 31 | 2 | 1,417 | 1,336 | As a general unspoken rule, most of the nerds were extremely stereotypical. Role playing games, comic books, tv shows, video games, these were all 'nerdy' things. Coupled with bad fashion sense and general bad looks, along with low physical prowess, it wasn't difficult to see why the Nerds were mainly marginalised. They certainly had a distinctive 'look', and they had a well-known reputation, but they weren't exactly 'great'. Furthermore, most were socially awkward, many had little regard to personal hygiene and their obesity rates were the highest in the school.
To say Nikolai didn't fit in with the nerds was an understatement. For starters, social awkwardness tended to make most nerds either put quantity of speech over quality or not say much at all. It would be lucky for them to communicate their point in a crowd while riled up. Nikolai spoke extremely little, and one could be forgiven for thinking he might be in the latter category. However, he's really just blunt, and he valued efficient speech over flowery words. He got his point across as fast as he could. Furthermore, while most nerds tended to band together, he willingly stood alone, away from the crowd. In contrast to the Nerd's timid and cowardly behaviour, Nikolai could become pretty much immovable should he want something. And while many nerds dressed like they ran full pelt into a merchandise typhoon, Nikolai dressed in the best clothes he had.
Nikolai's wore a suit as he sat in the cafeteria. Book in hand, his black-rimmed hipster glasses perched on his nose, food left unattended on the table. His suit was a sort of parting gift from his adoptive parents. He'd first worn one when he was introduced to them, and they'd brought him one when he was moving out. It was a black affair, with a black tie, blazer and pants. Nikolai polished his dress shoes every now and again, and he'd done so the night before. They shone a little as he shifted his legs under the table, one crossed over the other, to a slightly more comfortable position. His shoes were black, of course. He had to polish it a little more often recently, as they were getting scuffed more easily. Contrasting his black suit was a white dress shirt, its long sleeves almost as long as the blazer's. Every time he turned a page, he saw a glimpse of the white fabric. His attire was well suited for his features. White hair and black eyes contrasted with black suit and white shirt.
Truth be told, the suit he was wearing wasn't exactly a parting gift. His adoptive parents mustn't hate him as much as he thought, because they sent him a resized version for Christmas last year. He had a spare now, though it was a little small. Perhaps he'd ask them to adjust it. He was attached to it, as attached to it as he could be attached to anything, which wasn't really much.
Nevertheless, he was quite out of place in the Nerd tables of the Cafeteria. Most of the Nerds talked or played games, but the defining characteristic of theirs was that they weren't usually alone. Because of their apparent physical weakness, they were often picked on, and they usually resorted to strength in numbers, or sucking up to the preppies. As it stood, Nikolai sat alone.
He didn't mind that, of course. There was something he did mind, of course, and that was the fact that he was in the cafeteria. Nikolai looked up from his book to his food. As soon as he did, nearby conversations filtered into his ears and the volume of the room caught up with him again. Taking his fork, he quickly shovelled another fork full of pasta into his mouth before putting it down and refocusing on his book. The sound was eventually filtered out as Nikolai returned to his book. It was a non-fiction book, one about human anatomy. It was relatively interesting, but he'd lost his spot and was quite annoyed by it.
See, the problem was that the cafeteria was noisy, and it took all of his concentration to drown out the noise. While no one usually distracted him, one lapse in concentration would cause the noise to come in again. And he hated noise, because it pointless to listen to. It caused him to lose track of his progress on many occasions, and once that happened, he found it difficult to concentrate. Once it was broken, it was difficult to get back.
Nikolai found that he couldn't really focus, as the he noticed the noise and he noticed he was still slightly hungry. It was clear that any further attempts to read would be rebuffed. Nikolai closed his book and removed his glasses, placing them close to hand on the table. Then, he picked up the fork and began to eat his pasta, stopping for nothing. Every forkful quickly cleaned out the bowl, and he was soon done. He judged he was full enough now, and drank the cup of water next to his bowl. Wiping his mouth, he picked up his glasses and his book and started again. This time, the noise filtered out completely as he became totally absorbed in his book.
In the relative chaos of the cafeteria, Nikolai sat resolutely. Most talked amongst themselves while others eyeballed the other cliques. Small conflicts were raised and settled. But even the Entertainers' attention seeking would be background noise for most, while many found Nikolai to be very strange. While entertainers gained attention because of their actions, he got attention because of his lack of action. He stood out like a sore thumb even outside the cafeteria. He looked like he belonged more to administration or the preppies, but he sat at the nerd table. He didn't talk, he never looked at anyone.
Some nerds didn't talk or look at anyone, but that was usually due to a mix of fear and social awkwardness. Nikolai didn't talk to anyone simply because he had nothing to say to anyone. No one talked to him either, through a mix of his reputation and his cold atmosphere. He was quiet, almost aloof. He stood out like a sore thumb as he sat still and read his book, and many people, nerds or not, knew not to bother him. | Name: Terrance Roberts
Species: Cursed Human, appears to be human during the day, but by night is a skeleton.
Age: Chronologically, 256, but he looks 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Written or Pic
Faction: Bully
Personality blurb: Terrance is a greedy bastard, and is always on the prowl for a bigger and better deal. He is however principled and won't turn on his comrades and is loyal to those who prove themselves to him.
Biography blurb: Terrance was born in 1743 in the British colony of New York, the son of a colonel in his majesties royal marines, and a loving housewife. Terrance grew to hate his father due to his abrasive tendencies and was almost happy when he found out he had died attempting to take Quebec from the French at age 10, his mother on the other hand was heartbroken and soon died birthing Terrance s sister, whom died five months later. At age 12, having been cast out of his fathers comfortable manor, Terrance joined a pirate crew under one Bart Willis.
For the next five years Willis and his crew would plunder the Mexican coastline, stumbling upon ancient Aztec ruins, and taking gold from there. The pirates were initially overjoyed with the find until they realized the treasure cursed them. For two long years the crew would sail across the globe recovering the gold pieces. Once recovered, Terrance who no longer respected the captains judgement fled the ship with a sizeable portion of the loot, only to be captured later by the same ship. Willis, not feeling merciful had a coin surgically inserted into Terrance's rib cage before setting off to the North Pole, in search of Inuit treasure.
The treasure never eventuated and the ship became trapped in pack ice, killing everyone on board bar Terrance, who was trapped in the bilge deck. From 1760 to 1987, he was trapped in the ship, not realizing how much things had changed on the surface. In 1987, a soviet military team found him while tracking one of their submarines. For three long years he was interned in Moscow university, and experimented upon by the KGB and other such institutions. When the USSR collapsed, he escaped and worked his way to Britain, and eventually to , where he enrolled himself, hearing rumors of strange monsters and other such things, hoping that they'd accept him into their fold.
Powers: Invincibility- Terrance is invulnerable to attack, this doesn't mean he can't and won't be staggered by stuff, but in the long term, nothing kills him. If someone were to hack off his arm, it would remain alive and independent of Terrance till he managed to reattch it to himself.
Abilities: Is a skilled fencer and marksman.
Weapons: Sling Shot and wooden baseball bat. |
1,505 | 31 | 3 | 386 | 332 | See, here's the thing, though. It's been three weeks now and those mooks still haven't figured out how I keep getting in! A chorus of laughter arose from Entertainer's table as Artemis describes the neon mess that was the Bully's turf.
Artemis reveled in the energy of the Entertainer's table. They had a way of laughing that fed into each others energies. They were a loud bunch, always unafraid to express themselves and trash talk the other cliques, even if they were literally a hop, skip and a jump away. Or perhaps because of their presence that the Entertainers laughed all the louder, to see faces turn red and dare them to even think of starting something in front of the prefects. They'll catch hell for it later, but right now, it's all bread and circuses. Speaking of which...
Artemis took his half-eaten bread, dunked it into his soup and bit into it. All that laughing and talking had left the soup lukewarm, but hey. Tomato soup's tomato soup. It's no home cooking, but he had learned to not be picky when it comes to food. 'sides, now that it's cooler, the soup doesn't taste like someone dumped a bunch of sour candies into the pot.
He took a look around the room at his 'fellow' students. The tension between the Bullies and the Jocks is so high their table looked like was about to break under the stress. It's so tempting to bean one of them with something, release all that built up tension and make the war happen right here right now. Of course, that's a suicidal idea; Artemis would never seriously think about doing such a thing, but maybe when they're all let out of the cafeteria, he could find some other way to raise the tension even further. Y'know, to see how far it'll go.
Meanwhile, his attention was taken by the Preps' table. That curtain of theirs is just asking for a good tagging. It's like a white canvas, waiting for someone to throw some paint onto it. He'd have to do it while nobody was looking, which is risky as the cafeteria has Prefects somewhere nearby at all times, though if the curtain got taken down, he could steal it and tag it somewhere quiet...
Ooh, there's an idea. | Name: Artemis Turner
Species: Cat-humanoid
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: He looks like a cat-human hybrid, standing at 5' 10" (1.78m) and weighing 158lb (72kg) without his equipment. He has grey fur with black streaks, covering his quite toned body. He usually wears comfortable clothes that are easy to move in, though when he's out at night, he'll wear cargo pants and a large green hoodie, covering up the belt of spray cans he carries around with him.
Faction: Entertainers
Personality: Artemis is a creative, but impulsive and headstrong artist, and will often do graffiti either for attention or just for the hell of it. He feels he is helping the school by adding color and variety to the walls. Really, though, outside his clique, he's seen as a pest.
Biography: Artemis grew up in a low-income family, and was constantly moving from home to home for his parents to find work. On one particularly lengthy stay, the local gang introduced a young Artemis to parkour and tagging. The freeing sensation of running along rooftops, vaulting gates, creating stunning, frantic art on the side of a wall, and escaping before the cops arrived, stuck with the young cat's mind, and even after years of his family moving around, he continued training his body and practicing his art.
Eventually, his family were able to settle in Cinders Landing, and through certain low-income student plans, Artemis was able to attend the Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. He stayed with the Punks initially, attracted to their free spirit, but was eventually annoyed by the constant hatred of authority, since authority figures are the reason why Artemis was able to attend Sun Ridge in the first place. After a short period of being factionless, his bright graffiti caught the attention of the Entertainers, who invited him into their clique.
Powers: Nothing abnormal for a cat
Abilities: Artemis has excellent night vision and somewhat above average smelling. He has had years of experience in parkour, and so can run very fast, both sprinting and for prolonged periods of time.
Weapons: 5 spray cans that come in Vermilion Red, Cobalt Blue, Process Yellow, Titanium White and Mars Black. (Other colors are available)
Other: He likes to scope out potential tagging spots in the day, then sneak out at night to attack. Also, he keeps a journal of tag designs in his room.
Parents: His parents live in the zone of Zephyr LLC. His father is a factory worker while his mother cooks for a small restaurant. They encourage Artemis to study hard in school so he can get out of the poverty cycle, unaware of all the (cough) 'distractions' rampant in Sun Ridge. Artemis visits fairly often during school breaks, but as his parents still have to work in the day, he keeps Sun Ridge as a home base. |
1,506 | 31 | 4 | 1,866 | 1,541 | The Cafeteria - Punk Section
It happened again, Tixhol once more had to deal with that girl who always had a poor signal, who always just seemed to ruin tags she wanted to do on the cafeteria table. Despite her initial elbowing, the girl returned to going back to a slumbering state with the mouth agape. It was important that she continued to tag the territory of the Punks even in these neutral grounds. The swirling of red and black sharpies to construct drawn skulls always brought amusement to her; however they were being destroyed due to the constant drooling by Summers. The reptilian hissed out annoyed as a bright blue tongue came out of an oddly scaled beak.
"Ssssstatic." She grumbled out to Summers, as her vertical pupil slit widened as she glared at the girl. All the while she clenched her sharpies which rustled around some blackened feathers that were close to her bright white claws. However, as the girl was drooling, they served little purpose to her now. And so, as she didn't have a proper canvas to tag she shoved the sharpies in the right pocket of her sleeveless denim jacket. Well, the situation did provide at least one boon. She could now go on and finish the morsels she was saving. The reptilian girl reached over to a shoddy plastic bowl that was on-top of her lunch-tray and pulled out a deceased larva and flicked it into her beak. Quickly Tixhol leaned her head upwards as she consumed the larva. It was at this point another Punk strolled right in front of the table.
"Eeyyy Chica." spoke the man as he flicked out a slightly forked tongue. His brass colored eyes glimmered, as he tapped his finger against the table. The boy looked primarily humanoid, except for the brass colored eyes and the forked tongue. The man himself was dressed in an unzipped grey hoodie with a white t-shirt that had a logo of a coffin on it. In the suavest accent he could muster, the boy leaned on the table as he stared into the heavily annoyed eyes of Tixhol. "I didn't know that angels could fly so low." He began nodding, knowing that he was going to seal the deal.
He did not seal the deal. Tixhol face-palmed with her left hand and stared at him still annoyed. "Ugh, Charro do you know how many times you said that exact line to me? Aren't your pals expecting you? You better hurry up and get away from bothering me." Charro began rolling his shoulders around as he smirked at Tixhol. "Si mi amigos, probably. But they know, I am in it for las chicas!" He once more gave an eager smile to the girl, "Saaay you see Lacey 'round?" However, Charro's attention was taken by Summers. The boy had failed in getting Tixhol, but he swore he would not fail in attracting her.
Charro glanced towards a man who was sitting near and across from Summers. "Ey, muchacho, scoot a bit woulda por favor?" The bulbous headed grey skinned creature, with sunken cheeks did so. "Don't think you're gonna get it." Said the creature with a smirk, Charro licked his right hand as he brushed it through his short dirty brown hair. Sitting down at the table, Charro knocked down on the table. "Eeyyy mama." He spoke towards Summers with a smile as he scrounged his mind for lines he hadn't used copious times already. "Dayuuum, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!" This line hopefully wouldn't fail him this time.
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The Cafeteria - Bully Section
"As the Great One says..." was spoken in a strange tone of harshness and an attempt to be scholarly. "Panic is your greatest ally, whether it is in others or yourself." Sitting on a booster seat on the cafeteria was a dark green goblin whose lower fangs protruded in a heavily noticeable under bite. His dull red eyes focused on his peers who sat around him. With a putrid yellow claw he scratched at his pointed and scarred nose. "Yes, panic is required to fully drive them to suffering. The panic in others drives them to rash decisions and will drive them to do whatever their captor takes. In the hands of a devoted follower of Erythnul, the Great One, it is used to cause a frantic assault upon those that oppose." The goblin scratched at his metal chain necklace that was constructed from stolen bike chains that were collected as tribute, that he got to keep and didn't need to pass up to the hierarchy.
"Mmm." The goblin pursed his lips together as he gazed upon the various bullies surrounding him, "What do you think of this knowledge?" One of the bullies, a rather feral looking girl dressed in a series of hides glared at the boy. "Klag..." She leaned over and frantically began sniffing. The girl drooled a bit before glaring at him, "You think too much. Tribute needs no thought, only action." With that she slammed down a tendril that functioned as an appendage of the left side of her torso. "Tolls need to be." Snarling the girl glanced around, "I've tracked down prey, weak musk, always carry things." The goblinoid Klag glanced at the girl, "Leech?" The feral Leech glanced around at her peers as she dragged her tendril off the table. "...Time. Take time, but target easy with tribute."
It appeared that the girl was unable to articulate exactly who or what, but she had some prey in mind. Klag grumbled out as he plucked at his necklace once more. "Hnm, well if you are unable to speak of your target, I can tell you that I am going to take down a few Nerds for tribute. If any of you have not selected a target, I am willing to provide shares of it, before of course sending what must be sent." With that the goblin extended the offer of teaming up to beat the crap out of others. Klag himself always had more fun beating the shit out of targets when he had an accomplice alongside him. "However, there is another issue I must deal with. A more pressing issue concerning heretic filth." Klag snarled out, recalling those gaudy colors that tainted an entranceway of the Bullies' realm. Klag's eyes narrowed, "This I request a kinsmate to help me find the perpetrator and put them in their place."
Meanwhile another proud Bully held out a rabbit that was squirming. Dark yellow eyes peered at the rabbit which was flailing from side to side, and attempting to kick its way out of the grip of the one who had it. "Heheheh..." laughed out a boy with a light grey complexion. "Man oh man!" the kid enthusiastically declared, "You shoulda seen the tears of the bitch I stole this from, and I wish I had a camera when I ate her..." He coughed out as he began speaking in a shrill falsetto, "Deary weary Mister Fluffles." Using his free hand the creature slapped down on the table, "In front of her. Cause oh, she was crying so loud, it was amazing. Saved the second one for my snack here." Grinning ear to ear, the boy showed off his serrated teeth. "Yeah, I'm glad I saved this one." The rabbit desperately tried to escape from the clutches of the bully, but it continued to fail in its attempt to survive. Ah truly, this pathetic creature would serve as a fine meal for the monstrous kid.
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The Cafeteria - Nerd Section
A girl was sobbing hysterically as she kept her head buried in her arms, who just so happened to be near that weirdo even among the Nerds, Nikolai. "H-he took Mister F-fluffles and Wibbles!" She pulled her arms further into a blue sweater she was wearing. "Azarazarazarazarazarazar..." The girl began speaking in a highly frantic matter as her head began shaking. Her skin had gone into a white hue, as she continued to mention in fright of the foul kid that took away what she found precious. Another nerd near her, a rail-thin bespectacled man with compound eyes decided to promptly scoot away to the sound of cards being slammed down upon the cafeteria table.
"I sacrifice my Toxic Bubbles-!" A raspy voice declared as a bony hand slowly slid two cards off from the table. Peering from a stack of cards held in between those bony fingers, were the glowing blue eye-sockets of an opponent who knew what he was doing. Or at least he thought he was going to be able to beat his opponent. With a warry gaze, a portly hobgoblin slightly pushed up the glasses from his bulbous nose before lowering them down. "To SUMMON, BELFORP THE DEVOURER!" With a hearty cackle the creature mocked how his opponent had no chance of stopping him. The Hobgoblin slowly reached down and flipped up a card, "Endless Abyss."
The glowing eyes just focused on the card for a moment, shocked that such a thing happened. "Dude! Endless Abyss was banned!" The Hobgoblin shook his head, "No, no you are thinking of Infinite Chasm! That took out the entire field, Endless Abyss just takes out one monster." The creature peered, revealing his sunken face, "No, no, Endless Abyss was banned this season. You got the current edition guide book, look it up." The Hobgoblin snorted as he placed down his cards and pulled out a book that depicted several strange monsters upon it. The Nerds would find out their answer in time.
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Outside the Campus Building
"Huh, shit he was right." Spoke a rather casual voice that started stepping towards a curled up student against the wall. "Rock Elementals do take a good beating." The student in the fetal position was in fact, forged from rock and had a few new cracks to the forehead. The perpetrator, was a creature covered in countless white spindles, so much so that all that was truly visible was a pair of black beady eyes from a region that could be considered its head.
"Anyhow, let's see..." The spindly monster paused as it pondered what to do, "Let's just see how much damage I can do before oh, Idunno I'll come up with a time limit later." And so the creature tromped closer to the pitiful Rockman.
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The Cafeteria - Entertainer's Section
One of the Entertainers sitting next to Artemis, a Halfling with light blue eyes and a bit of brown scruff on his chin gave an enthusiastic grin to Artemis. "Man, I'd love to see their faces right now!" Another student quickly slapped the Halfling's back. "Yeah oh, I get ya Tim. But me, I'd just like to laugh from here. Not in the mood for another swirly." Spoke the peer, a much lankier student of Elven descent. His golden locks were notably drenched. The elf took a moment to grab and twist at his hair. Some water dripped onto the floor.
Staring at his associate, Tim raised an eyebrow. "Jimminy Crickets! D'ya know who did it?" The Elf grimaced and shivered at the thought. "Yeah, you know Cyrios?" Tim's complexion became notably pale. "The Centaur?" Upon hearing this the Elf nodded slowly. "Him." The elf glanced towards Artemis, "Hey you wouldn't have any ideas on how to get him back would ya?"
Tim quickly gave an interjection, "Hey yeah! You gotta have something, I mean we gotta help Kuornos!" The halfling gave a quick glance towards the elf. "At the least we should give him a laugh at Cyrios' expense."
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The Cafeteria - Behind the Preppy Curtain
"...And then I bought out that pauper's entire village and destroyed it to build a new apartment complex." Noted a red-haired goblin girl, who was sitting on a gilded litter being held by two constructs forged by diamonds which stood at about five feet. She held out her knife as she was carving into veal that was sizzling with a bit of recent heat. "And then that pauper had the audacity to hire out some so called 'adventurers' to protect their town." She plopped a fork in her meal as she took a bite from it.
Sitting across from her, in a tank gilded with various jewels that was behind held upon the back of an ogre was a fishman relaxing in it. The fishman reached over to grab a golden chalice with his webbed hands. Focusing his bright yellow eyes upon the goblin he spoke. "My my, what a startling discovery that must have been." Opening his mouth, the fishman poured the bright red liquid that was in the goblet down his gullet. "And what happened next?"
Glancing at her associate, the Goblin spoke up. "It was a rather simple matter." The goblin began to explain. With her knife once more lodged in the cutlet, she returned to carving another chunk out. "The leader of the band, being a person who acknowledges business deals, got his minions to leave with him once they heard the proper story."
The Fishman nodded at her, "Hm. Quite the fascinating tale. It is always good to hear the affairs of other gentlemen." | Keeping this lil spot for quite possibly dramatic purposes. Or mostly to list stuff, when the time/need arises. Probably the latter.
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The PCs (Shall be updated with other fluff and such, but for now just serves as an easy directory to the PCs)
Rafaelo "Schnell" Siegfried - Factionless
Summers - Punk
Anya - Bully
Julie 'Lee Lee' Smith - Entertainer
Urist MacFistbeard III - Factionless
Steven Diggs - Punk
Nikolai Jackson - Nerd
Artemis Turner - Entertainer
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Handy-Dandy NPC Guide (As more important NPCs arrive and are formed, this will serve to provide a basic knowledge to check back on, on who exactly are they)
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Events that Happened (As stuff happens, this section will be devoted to providing a blurb on what has happened in the game/story so far) |
1,507 | 31 | 5 | 1,982 | 177 | The world was blurring, the grainy textures in the table (what wasn't shadowed by her head) melting into an array of fantastic colors--greens and purples and blues. Lots and lots of blues. Her island was coming back into focus, though distant and obscured every two seconds by the navy waves. As her body became lighter and she lost her sense of balance, Summers was rather suddenly swimming; land was growing closer by the second. The current was pulling her in.
Tiki Bar, Ahoy!
"Ssss--"
What.
"Ssssstatic."
"Snrrrrrkkk--murr?"
Summers groaned into the table, a silent 'fuck off' muffled by the laminated fiberboard in her face. She batted weakly at Tixhol--missing, she couldn't see what she was doing--she'd get that girl yet. Damn lizard and her damn sharpies....
Vaguely aware that a conversation was going on around her, she drifted in a dreamy sea of thoughts. Having only eaten bits and pieces of her burger, she was still hungry; she'd like to see if that bar sold anything besides coconut concoctions. This was a dream after all, so maybe she'd be able to imagine herself a pizzeria.
A rapping from elsewhere rattled the shore just as she crawled onto a coast-line boulder, and dreamworld blurred out once more--she had been so close this time! Feeling a little bit murderous, Summers roused slowly and put a hand on the table to steady herself when she sat up.
"Eeeey Mama," She wiped and an eye and yawned, then turned towards the person to blame for her state of consciousness with a withering glare, eyes like a lamprey's mouth.
Charro, all copper and olive tones, had put on the cockiness of a 1970's, pompadoured John Travolta, and was directing that grin towards her. So, flirt mode. Payback could wait, it's better when they're not expecting it anyways--this was a rare opportunity to play. She returned with her own lopsided grin, the rows of teeth in her eyes softening into a Babushka doll of yellow and orange hearts, and winked.
"Well then, coppa', better get the handcuffs." | Name: (unknown given name) Summers
Species: Psuedo-human, I guess. Maybe a fever dream.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at about 5'5” and weighing in at 145lb, she's a average-sized girl. The rest of her appearance is a little...off, I guess one could say. Her skin ranges from a light grey to nearly transparent, with darker greys in her hair and nails. It's almost as if she was straight out of a noir film if not for the bright, technicolor clothes she likes to wear and her eyes.
Normally, her eyes lack irises and pupils in favor of—well, static usually. Little black ants running over white sand (or is it white ants running over black sand?) fill her sockets when she's feeling apathetic, bored, or tired—her default emotions. When she's feeling other emotions, the static clears into a corrupted VHS tape (x (<-- epilepsy warning), x, x) in her eyes, lines where the film has been scratched blurring the images of friends and animals when she's happy, storms over the ocean when she's angry, distant galaxies when she's hopeful. Sometimes silent memories show up. But mostly, it's static. When she cries, the image liquifies and runs out of the corners of her eyes before reverting to those damn ants again.
Her fashion vocabulary includes “neon” and “comfortable”. She likes long, yellow raincoats and multicolored sweaters, and her jeans are a more than a little baggy and ripped to point of falling off her legs. When she tries to put them on in the morning, she keeps catching the holes with her feet and ripping the jeans further. It's not like she's going to go out and buy new ones, though. Everything she owns is covered in pins, especially smiley faces, 'fight the power' fists, and cats.
Faction: Punk
Personality: Summers is sleepy before she's anything else. She's turned sleeping into an artform; she can do it whenever, wherever, however. In fact, she's so fond of sleeping that if you wake her up from one of her infamous catnaps, she'll sleep somewhere inconvenient for you just to spite you. She's terribly lazy, too, as work comes before death (disappointing death, at that), and must be avoided at all costs.
After sleepy comes snarky. After snarky comes flirty. Summers likes girls (mostly) and (a select few) boys and has no concept of a good pick-up line. She looses it around people she thinks are cute, turning into a pile of grey, stuttering goop (not literally but she thinks that'd look really cool).
Fourthly, Summers dislikes authority. Though she's always tip-toed the line between nerd and punk, this is what settles the issue—imperatives grate on her like no other. Just put a question mark at the end of sentences you direct towards her, please, it's not worth the two months she'll spend being petty over a command. As far as the Punk cause goes, she wants to see a world where private property no longer exists and social conventions are a thing of the past.
In her opinion, a locked door that does not lead to a bathroom or a bedroom is both an insult and challenge.
Conversely, she's rather respectful to others and will level with anyone regardless of age, rank, or intelligence until they say something that insinuates she's beneath them. In other words, she's easy-going, friendly, and pretty funny until someone acts like a jerk.
Do not doubt her abilities. She'll break antiques she don't give a shit.
Fifthly—well, more as a side note—she suffers from Cuteness Proximity Syndrome, where the closer she's standing to an animal (or a really endearing person), the less intelligent she becomes. IQ = k x closeness to object of adoration in feet.
Biography: Summers was a problem child, which would suck for her parents if they hadn't died in a house fire when she was eight (at least she got the family dog out). She's been bumped from foster home to foster home for the past seven years, and after one too many authoritarian homes that didn't care for her, she's developed a firm distrust of adults.
Her social worker, Jacques, has always liked her “spunk” but his seemingly endless patience is running thin.
She landed in Sun Ridge last week after her latest stunning success story (she pushed her foster brother into a pile of maneur and that was the last straw ((hah farm joke)) for her loving, agricultural family of a two and a half months) and was pretty quickly nudged into the Wastelands.
Powers: Her memory can be summed up as “shit” but if she does remember something in enough detail, she can play the memory via her TV-eyes.
Abilities: Summers excels and breaking and entering, whether it be lock picking or infiltration through the ventilation system. She's also a gadgeteer genuis. She'll fix your TV if you ask nicely.
Weapons: An aluminum slugger that she claims is just for baseball. For the most part, it is.
Other: Ayy, so, one of my favorite OC's. The image is of Mamimi (FLCL) and I manip'd it to look odd—and, like, it took forever dude. If anyone wants to use it, that's cool, but throw me a bone via credit--it's still my char design. She speaks in yellow. Also, char theme for the heck of it: (x) |
1,508 | 31 | 6 | 1,195 | 7 | Steven Diggs - Punk Table
"'Ay Charro, stop bein shit, y'all!" was the call-out from behind Bronze Eyes. There stood the mechanic, and probably the scariest mawfugga in the Punk clique. It was Steven Diggs, the Machine Head, the Tank, the Fixer, the Mood Killer, wearing his patriotic red white and blue coveralls, coated in a layer of grease and dust and he had his toolbox with him. "Mawfuggin' crazy static girl be sleepin' own th' job, dawg. AGAIN! Bitch we ain't got taaaahme to fuck around, yo."
Steve dropped his toolbox on the table with an ear-cracking thud. It was not a small nor light piece of kit, and dramatic minds such as those of the ENTERTAINERS! might decide to get bombastic and think it was an earthquake or something. As it stood, though, back in the lack of reality, heads merely turned as Steven Diggs marked his territory before sitting down. While he was no leader or anything, he was something of the muscle for the gang, and anyone who wanted to get to the Punk leaders had to get through him.
"'Ay Static," he drawled, referring to the drooling sleepyhead by the mocking name everyone had picked up for her. "Where th'FUCK is fuckin' Loose Lacey? Bitch better be here like, fuckin' ten minutes ago dawg. An' ay! Put on th' NASCAR! Ah wanna see how mah Danica be doin', yo." Many a girl had attempted to get into the pants of the Punk enforcer, but all had failed for some reason or another. Maybe it was the hostility. Maybe it was the way he kept suggesting they needed to use four shotgun pellets, some whiskey and a rubber hand to treat their crabs. Maybe it was the gigantic poster of Danica Patrick on the wall of his room. Who knew? | Name: Steven Diggs (Steve, Fixer, Machine Head, he's earned a lot of names)
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Danica Patrick
Appearance: See above. He's an average height guy (around 5'9") with brown hair, dark eyes and pale skin. He's muscled to the point of being ripped, although it's usually hidden underneath a jacket or jumpsuit. He doesn't wear the makeup that some other punks do. In fact, if he didn't dress like a punk, he'd look perfectly normal.
He often wears black or navy blue mechanic overalls covered with NASCAR badges, covered in some form of grease. His casual wear is generally what you see above which brings his appearance more in line with the rest of his crew.
Faction: Punks
Personality blurb: Steven Diggs is a bit of a dick. He disregards most opinions other than his own with a strange nonchalance, so secure is he in his knowledge that he's the best. He's more than happy to talk about himself in a tone resembling subtle bragging. He is almost always in control of himself and rarely gets angry, preferring to disregard people talking down to him since they obviously don't know what they're talking about.
He relaxes this attitude a bit when around friends. He encourages his self-superior views among his brothers the Punks. He considers his own position a lofty ideal to which everyone should aspire, and hey, if he likes someone enough he may even help them with that. He's brilliant, so why shouldn't they be?
Because of his belief in self-superiority, Steve looks down upon people who would place themselves above him. This would be the bullies, who physically attack him, the preps who's snobbiness is far worse than his own, the nerds who think they're so much smarter than him and the jocks who are dumb as a bag of rocks. And of course, he hates the Administration for representing control when he personally espouses freedom of expression.
Because his skills are in high demand, Steve does occasionally assist people he doesn't like (including the Administration) but uses this to obtain leverage over them. Whether it's a trap in the device he just fixed or something like a favour down the line, Steve helps you because it helps him.
He possesses definite bloodlust, enjoying fights and throwing himself into them with relish.
Steve enjoys speed and tinkering a great deal, being from a NASCAR family. In fact, that's part of the reason he's never seen with a steady girlfriend. His standards are so high that his yardstick is Danica Patrick.
Biography blurb: Steve's mother is a NASCAR driver, his father one of the mechanics on her team. It may not have been true love at first sight but it came, eventually. He was born in Daytona, Florida a bit over eighteen years ago. He had the standard American education, but he spent much of his time trackside assisting his mother and father. It was there that his unique talent began to develop.
After that came his early teens, and he was already developing into the slightly dickish guy we all know today. He didn't fit in in early high school. Those who shared his world-view shunned him as they were all far too rich. It wasn't long before he fixed up some forged documentation to get him sent to Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. His parents saw it as legitimate, and off he went.
Powers:
Fixer - Steve has the instinctive ability to identify things that need to be fixed, come up with a list of things he needs to do the fix, and then promptly do the work as though he'd been doing it for years, regardless of whether he knows what he's doing. This can range from things such as a broken down car, a crashed PC, a boxing match, or a broken heart.
Sometimes his solution is not the best method, which can result in situations where he asks for two feathers, a wire and a bowl of noodles to fix something as simple as a calculator with a flat battery.
This ability only works if Steve is aware a fix is required in the first place.
Abilities:
"Fixer" - Sometimes Steve lies about what he needs to fix something and then keeps what he requested for himself. This means he's quite good at procuring things kids his age should really not be getting their hands on.
Mechanic - Powers aside, Steve is a pretty dern good car mechanic. He's been working on the things for years, after all.
Driver - Having been raised by a NASCAR driver, Steve knows how to drive. He's almost as good as a professional racer, but their experience will beat his youth more often than not.
Fit - Steve is a tank. He's muscled to the point of being ripped and yes, he has a six pack. Comes from working out regularly and doing physical work all day every day. For that reason, he can and has taken more than more than a few punches and remained standing.
Toolbox Fighter - Steve's knowledge of fighting with his toolbox and tools is quite robust. Screwdrivers become shivs, wrenches become clubs, etc etc. He's a decent brawler without it, but he has no real training.
Weapons: Dude's got a whole toolbox. Screwdrivers, shifters, wrenches, you name it. Of course, technically it's school property, but he's known to carry it around almost everywhere he goes and since he's a tech student it is expected of him.
Other: He's a Florida boy with a sense of smug superiority who loves NASCAR. He also doesn't smoke or take any substances unlike other punks, preferring to stick to alcohol. |
1,509 | 31 | 7 | 2,106 | 422 | The Noosphere. Massive yet massless, stationary yet constantly roiling and shifting, utterly uncaring yet filled with passion. The sum total of humanity's thoughts, feelings, and culture, the Noosphere surrounds the Earth, embracing and smothering it like a caring mother. Where the atmosphere consists of simple atoms, the Noosphere is built from human emotions- happiness, fear, greed, curiosity. Mysterious and uncompromising, the Noosphere represents the endgoal of human mystery. How does it affect us? What is it doing? How was it formed? Important questions that may never find answers. With only one being on Earth capable of interacting with or even observing the Noosphere, it stands tall, a looming mystery wrapped in an enigma.
Currently, the Noosphere was broadcasting peppy, brainless music directly into the track field of Sun Ridge Boarding Institute. That area just so happened to be exactly where Rafaelo Siegfried and a pair of his fellow students were situated. Somehow, a miniature studio stage had formed up between the three people-- Siegfried with his back to a massive screen, and the other two students at podiums. Despite not having a power source, the screen behind Siegfried was brightly lit and displaying a simple two-word phrase. A title.
"QUIZ TIME!" | Name: Rafaelo "Schnell" Siegfried
Species: Cheetahman
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rafaelo looks like a standard Cheetahman. That is, Rafaelo looks like a normal, physically-fit human with their head inexplicably replaced with a cheetah's. Unusually enough, Rafaelo's body hair is black, while his head is the standard cheetah's orange with black spots.
Faction: Factionless
Personality blurb: "Capricious" defines all that is Rafaelo. Exhibiting signs of a severe superiority complex, mild kleptomania, and a colorful past, Rafaelo sees no bad in getting his jollies off the backs of others. With his powers, Rafaelo greatly enjoys messing with anyone and everyone.
Biography blurb: Rafaelo's sordid past-- or, rather, what little of his past Rafaelo has described to others-- is fraught with unpleasantries. All that is known of Rafaelo's history is that he was born in Germany to an ethnic minority group of Cheetahmen, his family was exterminated by skinheads, and Rafaelo found a foster family in an unnamed Russian scientific institution based in the ruins of Chernobyl. Somehow, Rafaelo found his way to America, and was successfully registered to the Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. It is possible that all of the story he's given is a bald-faced lie, and attempting to call him on this will result in a swift rebuking.
Powers: Rafaelo is supernaturally quick. With but a small amount of effort, Rafaelo can cross large distances in a fraction of a second, and redirect himself with even less effort. Notably, using this power increases Rafaelo's metabolism to almost catastrophic levels, draining him with prolonged use but also allowing him to digest food in an instant.
Rafaelo is also capable of astonishing feats, defying all known laws of physics and energy in the process. From what Rafaelo says of his past, it seems a wide range of experimentation has granted him the ability to directly control the noosphere-- the collective consciousness of humanity and the world around humanity. Due to the irreparable effect reality television has had on human culture, manipulation of the noosphere takes the form of cheesy gameshows and humiliating competitions. With a wave of his hand, Rafaelo can conjure up a mock gameshow stage, and offer a challenge to anyone of his choosing. Should the contestant succeed at the challenge, their immediate needs and wishes are instantly granted. Should the contestant fail, Rafaelo will be granted the power to inflict any punishment of his choosing to them. Contestants who refuse a challenge are automatically treated as if they had failed the challenge, but Rafaelo is pressured by arcane forces far beyond his control to ensure that challenges are both fair and thematically appropriate for the contestants involved. The extent to which reality is altered during and after a challenge is almost infinite in magnitude, but limited to five yards in scope.
Abilities: Rafaelo is astonishingly dimwitted and foul-tempered, though he has a fantastic memory for trivia and pop culture.
Rafaelo is a consummate liar, and has had quite a bit of practice at it. Unfortunately, all this practice has done nothing to improve his lying skills, and trapping him in a lie is trivially easy.
Weapons: None.
Other: Rafaelo was not actually born in Germany. |
1,510 | 31 | 8 | 1,175 | 849 | Scarlet was only half listening to what the goblin girl was saying. Honestly, why did it matter anyways? When did the mortal realm become so...petty? Of course Scarlet's only interaction with humans was seducing them to their death but what can she say? A girl's gotta eat.
Instead Scarlet was watching the other groups out of a gap in the curtain. Eventually she got bored and stood up, walking out of their area. She was walking over to the punks area but she was stopped on the way here, by someone from the bully's clique grabbing her wrist. He was obviously slow and she was pretty, but she didn't want to put up with the games today.
“Let go of my wrist.” Scarlet said, in slow tones so he'd understand. He just looked up at her and she exhaled slowly before looking directly in his eye.
“Let go of my wrist.” She repeated but this time the words sounded different, like she was almost singing them. He blinked twice before slowly letting go of her wrist. She glared before continuing on, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground as she slowly approached the Steven Diggs.
She wasn't thrilled that she had to do this, since the greaser was obviously a major dick who thought down on the world and normally that didn't bother her. After all, she knew that in the real world, he'd make up her noon day meal. It's when she needed something from him that was the problem. Who asks their food for help?
If it wasn't her fish tank she'd contract out, test her luck with some second rate repair shop but it was her fish tank and she needed it fixed right. She knew that Steven Diggs can do it right and he could do it fast, if he was willing.
As she stared at Steven, she wondered if she looked like the precious Danica Patricks to him. It might make it easier if she did. Either way, she knew she looked like perfection to him so that should help.
“I need your help, can we talk...somewhere else?” She eyed the rest of the punks, trying not to curl her lip upwards in contempt. | Name: Scarlet Undine
Species: She's a siren
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's your classic femme fatal out of water. Except for the fact that she doesn't look the same to any two people. She looks like the perfect girl to whoever looks at her. In water, however, the she got a green tint to her skin and tail, red hair and totally black eyes.
Faction: Prep
Personality blurb: One word to describe her would be manipulative. She's not afraid to use her powers to get what she wants, and she's not about to let a moral compass. From school, to her personal life, to just for fun, she likes to mess with people and things.
Biography blurb: Siren's aren't born to functional homes. Raised as a herd basically, she never really knew who her parents were. She ended up at Sun Ridge after a particular incident with her song and some important persons daughter.
Powers: Her illusion, and her Song, but she's only ever used her Song in it's full capacity once. She'll use it in bits and pieces if she wants something but never the full Song.
Abilities: She's a surprisingly good cook considering her normal diet would be raw meat.
Weapons: No, she's a weapon enough
Other: nope |
1,511 | 31 | 9 | 1,866 | 1,541 | Lunch. Such an exciting and energy filled period of time, even if the food was never really good. The problem was that it needed much more sugar on the menu, at least in Julie's opinion. Sugar made everything more exciting, and therefore more things would happen instead of everyone just sitting around and gossiping like the preps or doing something equally mindless as like the bullies. The entertainers table was where it's at. Everyone there was always doing something , and you could count on the sound of laughter to fill the air around them. She just wished others would see it that way too, and stop being so snooty and stuff.
Julie looked up from playing with her yo-yo to scan the room. Everything seemed like it always was, the cafeteria was filled with grumpy looking students doing their boring daily activities. One of the boys at her table made a crack about how the cavemen of the school hadn't been able to figure out how their territory was being tagged. Julie burst out laughing with the others, thinking of the looks of outrage on some of bullies across the room. Looking up, she caught the eye one of said cavemen and winked, bursting into another fit of giggle at how red-faced he looked. They were so easy to rile up.
Tuning back into the conversation, she turned towards the blonde boy who was currently dripping all over. Gosh, he looked as if he'd had been dunked! Wait, that was what happened... Oops. By Cyrios? Gosh, what a jerk. A grinned slid across Julie's face as she looked towards the other two in the discussion.
"Well, whatever it is, count me in! I just love seeing the looks on their faces as the cogs turn and they try to understand whats going on!" She snorted at the thought and slung an arm around the drenched Elven boy, the bubble from her gum popping with a loud snap. "Plus, we gotsta stick up for each other, am I right?" | Keeping this lil spot for quite possibly dramatic purposes. Or mostly to list stuff, when the time/need arises. Probably the latter.
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The PCs (Shall be updated with other fluff and such, but for now just serves as an easy directory to the PCs)
Rafaelo "Schnell" Siegfried - Factionless
Summers - Punk
Anya - Bully
Julie 'Lee Lee' Smith - Entertainer
Urist MacFistbeard III - Factionless
Steven Diggs - Punk
Nikolai Jackson - Nerd
Artemis Turner - Entertainer
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Handy-Dandy NPC Guide (As more important NPCs arrive and are formed, this will serve to provide a basic knowledge to check back on, on who exactly are they)
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Events that Happened (As stuff happens, this section will be devoted to providing a blurb on what has happened in the game/story so far) |
1,512 | 31 | 10 | 1,195 | 7 | Steven Diggs - Punk Table
PREPPIE!
Forget the fact that she looked exactly like Danica Patrick. The heel clicks, the lack of politeness, the domineering tone, hell, Steve could almost smell the money on her. Plus he was suspicious enough of everything these days to know an infiltrator when he saw one. Especially after that incident in the garage with Charro six months ago. They'd been cleaning the stains from that for weeks. And then Loose Lacey had clarified that she was a Siren. Fan-tucking-fastic!
"Grab 'er!" That was the first reaction Steven Diggs had. The second was the grin of absolute, malicious glee that formed on the enforcer face. Forget getting Charro out of here. Steven Diggs demanded satisfaction. Had a preppie really walked over here into hostile territory? Oh it was like Christmas! No, it was better than Christmas, it was the Daytona 500! She clearly did not get the concept of the Punk, and their murderous hatred for the Prep clique. His foot slammed on to the table, causing the toolbox to burst open. Something flew out of the open top, a remote for... something which the Punk enforcer snatched from the sky and triggered.
Immediately, the air was filled with the loud, crunching sounds of obnoxious thrash metal emanating from Steve's toolbox. It was enough to make it difficult to hear as the Punk flunkies moved out to grab each limb of the Preppie that had just entered their territory. One of them was carrying what looked like a gag. This girl wasn't an unknown to them, and her voice was her most dangerous weapon of all. They had to incapacitate her quickly, mouth and all, and thankfully they had the numbers. The preppie was cut off and alone.
Over the sound of the music, Steven Diggs roared. "You waltzed right th'FUCK own into th'wrong neighbourhood, mawfugga!" | Name: Steven Diggs (Steve, Fixer, Machine Head, he's earned a lot of names)
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Danica Patrick
Appearance: See above. He's an average height guy (around 5'9") with brown hair, dark eyes and pale skin. He's muscled to the point of being ripped, although it's usually hidden underneath a jacket or jumpsuit. He doesn't wear the makeup that some other punks do. In fact, if he didn't dress like a punk, he'd look perfectly normal.
He often wears black or navy blue mechanic overalls covered with NASCAR badges, covered in some form of grease. His casual wear is generally what you see above which brings his appearance more in line with the rest of his crew.
Faction: Punks
Personality blurb: Steven Diggs is a bit of a dick. He disregards most opinions other than his own with a strange nonchalance, so secure is he in his knowledge that he's the best. He's more than happy to talk about himself in a tone resembling subtle bragging. He is almost always in control of himself and rarely gets angry, preferring to disregard people talking down to him since they obviously don't know what they're talking about.
He relaxes this attitude a bit when around friends. He encourages his self-superior views among his brothers the Punks. He considers his own position a lofty ideal to which everyone should aspire, and hey, if he likes someone enough he may even help them with that. He's brilliant, so why shouldn't they be?
Because of his belief in self-superiority, Steve looks down upon people who would place themselves above him. This would be the bullies, who physically attack him, the preps who's snobbiness is far worse than his own, the nerds who think they're so much smarter than him and the jocks who are dumb as a bag of rocks. And of course, he hates the Administration for representing control when he personally espouses freedom of expression.
Because his skills are in high demand, Steve does occasionally assist people he doesn't like (including the Administration) but uses this to obtain leverage over them. Whether it's a trap in the device he just fixed or something like a favour down the line, Steve helps you because it helps him.
He possesses definite bloodlust, enjoying fights and throwing himself into them with relish.
Steve enjoys speed and tinkering a great deal, being from a NASCAR family. In fact, that's part of the reason he's never seen with a steady girlfriend. His standards are so high that his yardstick is Danica Patrick.
Biography blurb: Steve's mother is a NASCAR driver, his father one of the mechanics on her team. It may not have been true love at first sight but it came, eventually. He was born in Daytona, Florida a bit over eighteen years ago. He had the standard American education, but he spent much of his time trackside assisting his mother and father. It was there that his unique talent began to develop.
After that came his early teens, and he was already developing into the slightly dickish guy we all know today. He didn't fit in in early high school. Those who shared his world-view shunned him as they were all far too rich. It wasn't long before he fixed up some forged documentation to get him sent to Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. His parents saw it as legitimate, and off he went.
Powers:
Fixer - Steve has the instinctive ability to identify things that need to be fixed, come up with a list of things he needs to do the fix, and then promptly do the work as though he'd been doing it for years, regardless of whether he knows what he's doing. This can range from things such as a broken down car, a crashed PC, a boxing match, or a broken heart.
Sometimes his solution is not the best method, which can result in situations where he asks for two feathers, a wire and a bowl of noodles to fix something as simple as a calculator with a flat battery.
This ability only works if Steve is aware a fix is required in the first place.
Abilities:
"Fixer" - Sometimes Steve lies about what he needs to fix something and then keeps what he requested for himself. This means he's quite good at procuring things kids his age should really not be getting their hands on.
Mechanic - Powers aside, Steve is a pretty dern good car mechanic. He's been working on the things for years, after all.
Driver - Having been raised by a NASCAR driver, Steve knows how to drive. He's almost as good as a professional racer, but their experience will beat his youth more often than not.
Fit - Steve is a tank. He's muscled to the point of being ripped and yes, he has a six pack. Comes from working out regularly and doing physical work all day every day. For that reason, he can and has taken more than more than a few punches and remained standing.
Toolbox Fighter - Steve's knowledge of fighting with his toolbox and tools is quite robust. Screwdrivers become shivs, wrenches become clubs, etc etc. He's a decent brawler without it, but he has no real training.
Weapons: Dude's got a whole toolbox. Screwdrivers, shifters, wrenches, you name it. Of course, technically it's school property, but he's known to carry it around almost everywhere he goes and since he's a tech student it is expected of him.
Other: He's a Florida boy with a sense of smug superiority who loves NASCAR. He also doesn't smoke or take any substances unlike other punks, preferring to stick to alcohol. |
1,513 | 31 | 11 | 1,982 | 177 | At the sight of the plastic handcuffs, Summers broke into an unrestrained, raspy laugh, holding her wrists out for the boy.
"Take me away." No prison could hold her for more than an hour anyways.
Her fun was cut short by Mr. Srs Bidness, who proceeded to drop his tools on the ground. She leaned her chin on her hand, smiling lazily at him.
"Dunno about you, Jughead, I got all the time in the world. But naw, I dunno where Lacey's at the moment."
The girl who'd approached was insufferably adorable, with soft, full lips and wide, black eyes--and that huge, frizzy 'fro--and clad in a short dress with sockings and no shoes? Oh yes. A keeper. Summers perked up in more genuine interest than what she'd shown Charro.
Until the girl curled her lip upon entering their territory and the illusion was shattered. She'd walked in from the Preppie's royal court, of course the pretty ones have horrible personalities. She slumped back into her hand, crestfallen. Not a keeper. Lacey arrived and began chewing out Charro (which was funny, but Summers was still too bummed to laugh) so she absentmindedly announced that she'd 'found her' to Steve, and turned her attention away from the disappointment on legs and onto red-haired punk.
"No, that's a fucking Siren!"
Summers scoffed, and considered spitting on the prep's shoes. Wouldn't like that at all, would she? "That makes sense. Don't do shit for her, Stevie."
When Steve called the rest of the punks to arms, Summers laughed at the spontaneity, but leaned over the table to spit on her shoes anyways. | Name: (unknown given name) Summers
Species: Psuedo-human, I guess. Maybe a fever dream.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at about 5'5” and weighing in at 145lb, she's a average-sized girl. The rest of her appearance is a little...off, I guess one could say. Her skin ranges from a light grey to nearly transparent, with darker greys in her hair and nails. It's almost as if she was straight out of a noir film if not for the bright, technicolor clothes she likes to wear and her eyes.
Normally, her eyes lack irises and pupils in favor of—well, static usually. Little black ants running over white sand (or is it white ants running over black sand?) fill her sockets when she's feeling apathetic, bored, or tired—her default emotions. When she's feeling other emotions, the static clears into a corrupted VHS tape (x (<-- epilepsy warning), x, x) in her eyes, lines where the film has been scratched blurring the images of friends and animals when she's happy, storms over the ocean when she's angry, distant galaxies when she's hopeful. Sometimes silent memories show up. But mostly, it's static. When she cries, the image liquifies and runs out of the corners of her eyes before reverting to those damn ants again.
Her fashion vocabulary includes “neon” and “comfortable”. She likes long, yellow raincoats and multicolored sweaters, and her jeans are a more than a little baggy and ripped to point of falling off her legs. When she tries to put them on in the morning, she keeps catching the holes with her feet and ripping the jeans further. It's not like she's going to go out and buy new ones, though. Everything she owns is covered in pins, especially smiley faces, 'fight the power' fists, and cats.
Faction: Punk
Personality: Summers is sleepy before she's anything else. She's turned sleeping into an artform; she can do it whenever, wherever, however. In fact, she's so fond of sleeping that if you wake her up from one of her infamous catnaps, she'll sleep somewhere inconvenient for you just to spite you. She's terribly lazy, too, as work comes before death (disappointing death, at that), and must be avoided at all costs.
After sleepy comes snarky. After snarky comes flirty. Summers likes girls (mostly) and (a select few) boys and has no concept of a good pick-up line. She looses it around people she thinks are cute, turning into a pile of grey, stuttering goop (not literally but she thinks that'd look really cool).
Fourthly, Summers dislikes authority. Though she's always tip-toed the line between nerd and punk, this is what settles the issue—imperatives grate on her like no other. Just put a question mark at the end of sentences you direct towards her, please, it's not worth the two months she'll spend being petty over a command. As far as the Punk cause goes, she wants to see a world where private property no longer exists and social conventions are a thing of the past.
In her opinion, a locked door that does not lead to a bathroom or a bedroom is both an insult and challenge.
Conversely, she's rather respectful to others and will level with anyone regardless of age, rank, or intelligence until they say something that insinuates she's beneath them. In other words, she's easy-going, friendly, and pretty funny until someone acts like a jerk.
Do not doubt her abilities. She'll break antiques she don't give a shit.
Fifthly—well, more as a side note—she suffers from Cuteness Proximity Syndrome, where the closer she's standing to an animal (or a really endearing person), the less intelligent she becomes. IQ = k x closeness to object of adoration in feet.
Biography: Summers was a problem child, which would suck for her parents if they hadn't died in a house fire when she was eight (at least she got the family dog out). She's been bumped from foster home to foster home for the past seven years, and after one too many authoritarian homes that didn't care for her, she's developed a firm distrust of adults.
Her social worker, Jacques, has always liked her “spunk” but his seemingly endless patience is running thin.
She landed in Sun Ridge last week after her latest stunning success story (she pushed her foster brother into a pile of maneur and that was the last straw ((hah farm joke)) for her loving, agricultural family of a two and a half months) and was pretty quickly nudged into the Wastelands.
Powers: Her memory can be summed up as “shit” but if she does remember something in enough detail, she can play the memory via her TV-eyes.
Abilities: Summers excels and breaking and entering, whether it be lock picking or infiltration through the ventilation system. She's also a gadgeteer genuis. She'll fix your TV if you ask nicely.
Weapons: An aluminum slugger that she claims is just for baseball. For the most part, it is.
Other: Ayy, so, one of my favorite OC's. The image is of Mamimi (FLCL) and I manip'd it to look odd—and, like, it took forever dude. If anyone wants to use it, that's cool, but throw me a bone via credit--it's still my char design. She speaks in yellow. Also, char theme for the heck of it: (x) |
1,514 | 31 | 12 | 1,175 | 849 | Scarlet groaned and started to thrash about, scratching and biting anyone who came near her. Since she was born to eat raw flesh, it wasn't that hard to break flesh and the blood reminded her of what she ate as a child. The first thing she did was rip the gag in half, glaring at them.
“You really think you can silence me?” She roared, trying to control herself. It would be so easy, too easy, to rip out the throats of the ones nearest her but instead she threatened them.
“If you touch me again, I will Sing, and you all will die. Do you understand me?” Scarlet asked, holding her hands up before she took the few steps it took to get to Steven, and dug her nails into his neck.
“I can introduce you to Danica Patrick, hell I'm sure I can entice her to let you drive her car while she sits on your lap. Or, I can rip out your goddamn throat and eat it for dessert. I haven't had raw flesh in awhile. I miss the taste.” Scarlet threatened, allowing only him to hear it over the music.
“Listen to me, no Song, no manipulation. I need you to fix something...trust me if I knew anyone else could do it, I'd let them. I don't think they can though so call off your lackey's and I can get you whatever you want. I mean how often are you going to a Prep say the words I need you?” Scarlet bargained, hedging her bets on stroking his ego and bribing him. | Name: Scarlet Undine
Species: She's a siren
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's your classic femme fatal out of water. Except for the fact that she doesn't look the same to any two people. She looks like the perfect girl to whoever looks at her. In water, however, the she got a green tint to her skin and tail, red hair and totally black eyes.
Faction: Prep
Personality blurb: One word to describe her would be manipulative. She's not afraid to use her powers to get what she wants, and she's not about to let a moral compass. From school, to her personal life, to just for fun, she likes to mess with people and things.
Biography blurb: Siren's aren't born to functional homes. Raised as a herd basically, she never really knew who her parents were. She ended up at Sun Ridge after a particular incident with her song and some important persons daughter.
Powers: Her illusion, and her Song, but she's only ever used her Song in it's full capacity once. She'll use it in bits and pieces if she wants something but never the full Song.
Abilities: She's a surprisingly good cook considering her normal diet would be raw meat.
Weapons: No, she's a weapon enough
Other: nope |
1,515 | 31 | 13 | 625 | 655 | Urist sat alone in the hallway beside his locker. His food was in his lap and he ate lifting the plate up to his mouth. For a small meal, it took Urist no more than three minutes to finish. He left very little. Urist's father had taught him to eat quickly and with no distraction. Food is fuel. He walked to a trash can, dumped his tray, squatted down, sprawled out, and did twenty five push-ups.
This was Urists lunch. This would be his lunch until the end of his days. | Name: Julie "Lee-Lee" Smith
Species: Mutant
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: A short, young looking girl who looks decisively human, except for the fact that she has a long black tail which ends in a spade like shape. She has honey brown eyes which seem yellow when extremely angry and brown hair, which is always in a ponytail with a pink bow. She is very petite, and tends to wear bright and happy clothes that are a size too large.
Faction: Entertainer
Personality blurb: Julie is a very happy-go-lucky person, who almost always has a smile on her face. She loves to make others smile, although she equally enjoys causing other emotions, depending on the genre of the situation. She's very easy going on most levels, though its hard to tell whether she wants to become your best friend or murder you sometimes, because showing emotions like sadness or anger are a big no for her. She is very mischievous with a bit of a sadistic streak, and always loves a good show, no matter the consequences. She can be very hard on herself, and is very paranoid that if she isn't good enough then she'll be sent back to her father. Because of her past, she doesn't trust people to actually like her for anything but her abilities.
Biography blurb: When Julie describes her family and home to others, it's always a great and adventurous story, filled with amazing feats and warmth. However, this wasn't entirely the case. Julie's parents work in a traveling circus, with her mother as a trapeze artist and her father as the proud ringleader. After 'Lee-Lee' was born, she began training to be in the circus as well, and quickly became a star due to her abnormal features and talent for acrobatics. Her parents taught her to never show anything but a smile to the audience unless it was for a purpose, and Julie took these words to heart, especially after her mother died due to a faulty trapeze show. Julie has always been a child at heart, although her father didn't always treat her as such. He spurred her to do better, to go higher, to be faster. Eventually it became that all of her life was focused on the show, and she slept less, lost weight, and became less and less healthy as each day went by. If she didn't do good enough, than her father wouldn't be happy, and if he wasn't happy, he'd do bad things to her, and then she'd do worse. This cycle went on till her fathers circus was shut down for being unsafe, and Julie was sent to Sun Ridge because she wasn't useful anymore.
Powers: She can use her tail as an extra limb.
Abilities: Julie is extremely flexible and limber, and can use this to fit into small spaces, to get out of bonds or cages, and other perform other feats that untrained people wouldn't be able to. She loves parkour, and can balance well, and will often walk and jump on fences and other narrow places.
Weapons: She uses a yoyo as her main 'weapon of choice'. She tends to jump around and be annoying rather than actually participate in hand to hand combat, as she isn't very good at fighting.
Other: Only thing I can think of is she has a sugar addiction. |
1,516 | 31 | 14 | 1,417 | 1,336 | There was a crying girl somewhere close to Nikolai, and it was really bothering him. Nikolai simply sat reading his book. He didn't bother anyone, so no one bothered him. That was how the world worked for him most of the time. So what in the world had he done to have someone bother him so?
As it stood, the girl in the blue sweater stood sobbing rather obnoxiously close to where Nikolai stood. It was odd, really, as no one ever sat near Nikolai. It was like being alone in prison, but with the world's iciest presence sitting next to you. It really seemed as if the girl had a grudge against Nikolai or something. She sobbed uncontrollably and shrunk into her own sweater like a turtle, while seemingly going deeper and deeper into hysterics.
Nikolai elected to ignore the girl who was having an emotional breakdown of some sorts, but he found it very hard to do. Reading became difficult due to her sobs, and it was becoming annoying. Flicking through the pages, Nikolai found that he had little interest in the remaining contents of the book, it was becoming harder to continue reading it. His concentration had a hole a mile wide and the girl's crying had forced a wedge in it.
Now that he wasn't much interested in reading, Nikolai continued trying to ignore the girl's grief racked sobs while thinking of why she would be bothering him of all people. As his eyes sifted through words, his mind went through his memories, trying to find whether or not he'd wronged the girl in some way before. Try as he might, he couldn't remember ever interacting at all with her, nor any of her friends. Despite how Nikolai looked, he was fairly observant, and he quickly came to the conclusion that the girl wasn't sobbing so close to him out of spite. It was definitely a possibility, but an unlikely one.
Nikolai's revelation was a good beginning, as it narrowed down the list of possible reasons quite a bit. Listening to her sobbing narrowed it down even further. Nikolai's posture made no indications of change, but he was listening. By deciphering her sobs, he figured out that she was in grief for a few pets that had been stolen by the bullies.
While this would make pretty much anyone else sympathetic, it made Nikolai somewhat annoyed. As far as he could deduce, it was a pet rabbit. What was a girl doing keeping a rabbit in a library? Furthermore, animals die much faster than humans, and the rabbits would've likely died in a year or two anyway. And another thing; they wouldn't have been captured by a bully if she didn't take them out of her dorm in the first place.
To anyone else, it would seem that the girl's sorrow was meaningful, but to Nikolai, he would argue that it could all have been avoided if she kept in mind the nature of the school and the relationships the cliques had with each other.
Nevertheless, she was turning white now. He could see it out of the corner of his eyes. Through a mix of losing interest and the girl's sobs, the sounds of the cafeteria once again filtered into his consciousness. He was growing annoyed at the girl for making him lose his concentration, making his reading ineffectual.
Not that he showed it, of course. His body language was the same as ever, though he was beginning to boil inside.
"Stop crying. Crying solves nothing." Nikolai said, interjecting her ramblings. "You're disturbing my reading."
He didn't turn to face the girl, merely said it at her. Even as he talked, he cared little for her plight. He just wanted her to stop sobbing so that he can have his peace time. A humble, if selfish wish, but it was one that essentially dictated his personality, and one he moulded his actions around. | Name: Terrance Roberts
Species: Cursed Human, appears to be human during the day, but by night is a skeleton.
Age: Chronologically, 256, but he looks 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Written or Pic
Faction: Bully
Personality blurb: Terrance is a greedy bastard, and is always on the prowl for a bigger and better deal. He is however principled and won't turn on his comrades and is loyal to those who prove themselves to him.
Biography blurb: Terrance was born in 1743 in the British colony of New York, the son of a colonel in his majesties royal marines, and a loving housewife. Terrance grew to hate his father due to his abrasive tendencies and was almost happy when he found out he had died attempting to take Quebec from the French at age 10, his mother on the other hand was heartbroken and soon died birthing Terrance s sister, whom died five months later. At age 12, having been cast out of his fathers comfortable manor, Terrance joined a pirate crew under one Bart Willis.
For the next five years Willis and his crew would plunder the Mexican coastline, stumbling upon ancient Aztec ruins, and taking gold from there. The pirates were initially overjoyed with the find until they realized the treasure cursed them. For two long years the crew would sail across the globe recovering the gold pieces. Once recovered, Terrance who no longer respected the captains judgement fled the ship with a sizeable portion of the loot, only to be captured later by the same ship. Willis, not feeling merciful had a coin surgically inserted into Terrance's rib cage before setting off to the North Pole, in search of Inuit treasure.
The treasure never eventuated and the ship became trapped in pack ice, killing everyone on board bar Terrance, who was trapped in the bilge deck. From 1760 to 1987, he was trapped in the ship, not realizing how much things had changed on the surface. In 1987, a soviet military team found him while tracking one of their submarines. For three long years he was interned in Moscow university, and experimented upon by the KGB and other such institutions. When the USSR collapsed, he escaped and worked his way to Britain, and eventually to , where he enrolled himself, hearing rumors of strange monsters and other such things, hoping that they'd accept him into their fold.
Powers: Invincibility- Terrance is invulnerable to attack, this doesn't mean he can't and won't be staggered by stuff, but in the long term, nothing kills him. If someone were to hack off his arm, it would remain alive and independent of Terrance till he managed to reattch it to himself.
Abilities: Is a skilled fencer and marksman.
Weapons: Sling Shot and wooden baseball bat. |
1,517 | 31 | 15 | 386 | 332 | At the idea of an exploding toilet, Artemis laughed out loud. "That's a brilliant idea! Just imagine him falling out of the stall dripping in toilet water and whatever else he's got in that can! Do you reckon he has stink bombs in there? It would be so awesome if he does! All we need is a couple of firecrackers! I'm sure the Nerds would be happy to help there."
Then he had an idea. He leaned forward on the table. "Hey, what if we put some paint in there as well? Get some poster paint from the art room and dump 'em into the toilet water! Then not only will Cyrios be wet, he'll be colored like a clown!" | Name: Artemis Turner
Species: Cat-humanoid
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: He looks like a cat-human hybrid, standing at 5' 10" (1.78m) and weighing 158lb (72kg) without his equipment. He has grey fur with black streaks, covering his quite toned body. He usually wears comfortable clothes that are easy to move in, though when he's out at night, he'll wear cargo pants and a large green hoodie, covering up the belt of spray cans he carries around with him.
Faction: Entertainers
Personality: Artemis is a creative, but impulsive and headstrong artist, and will often do graffiti either for attention or just for the hell of it. He feels he is helping the school by adding color and variety to the walls. Really, though, outside his clique, he's seen as a pest.
Biography: Artemis grew up in a low-income family, and was constantly moving from home to home for his parents to find work. On one particularly lengthy stay, the local gang introduced a young Artemis to parkour and tagging. The freeing sensation of running along rooftops, vaulting gates, creating stunning, frantic art on the side of a wall, and escaping before the cops arrived, stuck with the young cat's mind, and even after years of his family moving around, he continued training his body and practicing his art.
Eventually, his family were able to settle in Cinders Landing, and through certain low-income student plans, Artemis was able to attend the Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. He stayed with the Punks initially, attracted to their free spirit, but was eventually annoyed by the constant hatred of authority, since authority figures are the reason why Artemis was able to attend Sun Ridge in the first place. After a short period of being factionless, his bright graffiti caught the attention of the Entertainers, who invited him into their clique.
Powers: Nothing abnormal for a cat
Abilities: Artemis has excellent night vision and somewhat above average smelling. He has had years of experience in parkour, and so can run very fast, both sprinting and for prolonged periods of time.
Weapons: 5 spray cans that come in Vermilion Red, Cobalt Blue, Process Yellow, Titanium White and Mars Black. (Other colors are available)
Other: He likes to scope out potential tagging spots in the day, then sneak out at night to attack. Also, he keeps a journal of tag designs in his room.
Parents: His parents live in the zone of Zephyr LLC. His father is a factory worker while his mother cooks for a small restaurant. They encourage Artemis to study hard in school so he can get out of the poverty cycle, unaware of all the (cough) 'distractions' rampant in Sun Ridge. Artemis visits fairly often during school breaks, but as his parents still have to work in the day, he keeps Sun Ridge as a home base. |
1,518 | 31 | 16 | 1,195 | 7 | Steven Diggs - Punk Table
As the fingers closed around his throat, Steven Diggs had a single thought.
What a dumbass.
Who the fuck stumbles into Punk territory and starts demanding things of their most feared enforcer? What kind of fucking Preppie doesn't just send a servant? Steve had been in a good mood. Key word being 'had'. Past tense. He would have just let the boys keep her restrained while he asked what it was that she wanted. Hell, he might have even humoured her! With a catch, of course. But of course, she'd taken the stupidly violent approach and Steve's good mood evaporated. It was time to thrash a preppie, and even as the fingers closed around his throat, Steve's grin was manic.
Not a single one of the Punks had heard her threat, by virtue of the astonishingly loud Polish metal band currently blaring from Steve's toolbox. He'd wanted to play Van Halen but some idiot had shuffled his music library the other day and he still hadn't found the prankster. Probably Charro. Not a single one would hear her sing either. Tch. How dare she take the form of his beloved Danica? Steve wasn't aroused. He was insulted.
The Siren got halfway through something ego-stroking (Steve wasn't listening) right about the time Steve's fist collided with her face. Steven Diggs had not gotten this far in life by being squeamish about hitting girls, nor by being weak. All the girls talked about his body, ripped with military muscle, and all the other Punks talked about his inability to stay down in a fight. Almost simultaneous with the punch, his other hand pried the fingers away from his throat, breaking them in the process. One didn't lay a hostile finger on Steven Diggs, The Machine Head, and get away with it. Finally, his foot on the table lifted and kicked, sending the Siren flying away from him and on to the harsh concrete. There were a few crunching sounds, then silence.
He'd knocked the bitch out. Good. With a press of a button, the music abruptly stopped. "Fuckin' gag th'bitch, yo," he ordered, and two of the random Punks at the table fastened a gag around her mouth. Steve, meanwhile, had retrieved a small box of bandaids from his toolbox and was patching up his little neck wounds. He could have let them bleed, but it was unsanitary. "An' don'forget t'bind 'er hands. Take 'er back to th'prep table an' just dump 'er there. S'a warnin'. They best pray they got a medic, y'dig?" The two lackeys nodded and scurried off, dragging the broken and bleeding form of the siren with them.
That bit of work done, Steve dropped his ass back on to the bench. He'd already gotten to wail on someone today. Putting his hands behind his head and inadvertently showing off his tank biceps, he let out a happy sigh. Winter break was gonna be gooooood. | Name: Steven Diggs (Steve, Fixer, Machine Head, he's earned a lot of names)
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Danica Patrick
Appearance: See above. He's an average height guy (around 5'9") with brown hair, dark eyes and pale skin. He's muscled to the point of being ripped, although it's usually hidden underneath a jacket or jumpsuit. He doesn't wear the makeup that some other punks do. In fact, if he didn't dress like a punk, he'd look perfectly normal.
He often wears black or navy blue mechanic overalls covered with NASCAR badges, covered in some form of grease. His casual wear is generally what you see above which brings his appearance more in line with the rest of his crew.
Faction: Punks
Personality blurb: Steven Diggs is a bit of a dick. He disregards most opinions other than his own with a strange nonchalance, so secure is he in his knowledge that he's the best. He's more than happy to talk about himself in a tone resembling subtle bragging. He is almost always in control of himself and rarely gets angry, preferring to disregard people talking down to him since they obviously don't know what they're talking about.
He relaxes this attitude a bit when around friends. He encourages his self-superior views among his brothers the Punks. He considers his own position a lofty ideal to which everyone should aspire, and hey, if he likes someone enough he may even help them with that. He's brilliant, so why shouldn't they be?
Because of his belief in self-superiority, Steve looks down upon people who would place themselves above him. This would be the bullies, who physically attack him, the preps who's snobbiness is far worse than his own, the nerds who think they're so much smarter than him and the jocks who are dumb as a bag of rocks. And of course, he hates the Administration for representing control when he personally espouses freedom of expression.
Because his skills are in high demand, Steve does occasionally assist people he doesn't like (including the Administration) but uses this to obtain leverage over them. Whether it's a trap in the device he just fixed or something like a favour down the line, Steve helps you because it helps him.
He possesses definite bloodlust, enjoying fights and throwing himself into them with relish.
Steve enjoys speed and tinkering a great deal, being from a NASCAR family. In fact, that's part of the reason he's never seen with a steady girlfriend. His standards are so high that his yardstick is Danica Patrick.
Biography blurb: Steve's mother is a NASCAR driver, his father one of the mechanics on her team. It may not have been true love at first sight but it came, eventually. He was born in Daytona, Florida a bit over eighteen years ago. He had the standard American education, but he spent much of his time trackside assisting his mother and father. It was there that his unique talent began to develop.
After that came his early teens, and he was already developing into the slightly dickish guy we all know today. He didn't fit in in early high school. Those who shared his world-view shunned him as they were all far too rich. It wasn't long before he fixed up some forged documentation to get him sent to Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. His parents saw it as legitimate, and off he went.
Powers:
Fixer - Steve has the instinctive ability to identify things that need to be fixed, come up with a list of things he needs to do the fix, and then promptly do the work as though he'd been doing it for years, regardless of whether he knows what he's doing. This can range from things such as a broken down car, a crashed PC, a boxing match, or a broken heart.
Sometimes his solution is not the best method, which can result in situations where he asks for two feathers, a wire and a bowl of noodles to fix something as simple as a calculator with a flat battery.
This ability only works if Steve is aware a fix is required in the first place.
Abilities:
"Fixer" - Sometimes Steve lies about what he needs to fix something and then keeps what he requested for himself. This means he's quite good at procuring things kids his age should really not be getting their hands on.
Mechanic - Powers aside, Steve is a pretty dern good car mechanic. He's been working on the things for years, after all.
Driver - Having been raised by a NASCAR driver, Steve knows how to drive. He's almost as good as a professional racer, but their experience will beat his youth more often than not.
Fit - Steve is a tank. He's muscled to the point of being ripped and yes, he has a six pack. Comes from working out regularly and doing physical work all day every day. For that reason, he can and has taken more than more than a few punches and remained standing.
Toolbox Fighter - Steve's knowledge of fighting with his toolbox and tools is quite robust. Screwdrivers become shivs, wrenches become clubs, etc etc. He's a decent brawler without it, but he has no real training.
Weapons: Dude's got a whole toolbox. Screwdrivers, shifters, wrenches, you name it. Of course, technically it's school property, but he's known to carry it around almost everywhere he goes and since he's a tech student it is expected of him.
Other: He's a Florida boy with a sense of smug superiority who loves NASCAR. He also doesn't smoke or take any substances unlike other punks, preferring to stick to alcohol. |
1,519 | 31 | 17 | 1,866 | 1,541 | Cafeteria - Punk Section
"Wooo!"
"FUCK YEAH!"
"Killer"
"...Who the Hell turned off the music!? Shit was tight."
These were many of the sentiments that were shared among the Punks that had watched the event flow forth, and the two lackeys were dragging off the body. Tixhol retrieved the sharpies from her pocket as she returned to drawing on the table. "Ssss, that went well." Charro frowned a bit, before turning to Steve. He narrowed his eyebrows as he kept his hands in a relaxed state behind his head. "Maaaan, we coulda like, totally got some loot outta that! Why ya sendin' tha body back yo?"
Lacey simply glanced at her compatriot and her right hand on her hip. "I know what you're thinking. Besides, we'll get loot from THE MAN in a far more respectable way." Lacey swayed over towards Steven Diggs and smirked at him, "Good work. I've gotta little chat I need to do with 'Nails'. Come on over, after Spike and Hex drop off the body." Lacey turned her attention to Summers, "Yo Static, tag along if ya want." And with that, Lacey headed out of the cafeteria ready to conduct more business.
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Cafeteria - Entertainer Section
"Yes!" Tim eagerly declared. "OH Hell yes!" Kuoronos began laughing as he pounded on the table. "I think he snagged some from uh, I forget which Nerd, but I swear he stashed some Stink Bombs there. Ooooh yes! We totally need paint, who wants to go grab it?"
Tim pondered for a moment, "Hey, I think I know a Nerd who may be willing to help out, well for a bit of currency! He should have some fire-crackers on him." The Halfling got up from his seat and plopped onto the concrete floor. "Let's go gather some stuff!" And with that the Halfling began to venture to the Nerd's Table.
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Cafeteria - Nerd Section
Nikolai's rather, insensitive comment seemed to stop the girl for but a moment. She quickly returned to bawling, even louder this time. She knew from experience, that when dealing with some fellow Nerds, that the increased volume of crying tended to help in certain situations. This situation, of pleading for someone else to help, was one of the ones where crying would likely gather someone to help.
As this went on, the Halfling Tim approached where Nikolai was sitting. "Hey there! I need a couple of directions." Tim began bobbing his head as he was searching through the dense crowd of nerds, trying to remember which one had some good access to firecrackers. "Looking for, bang for my buck, if you know what I'm saying." | Keeping this lil spot for quite possibly dramatic purposes. Or mostly to list stuff, when the time/need arises. Probably the latter.
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The PCs (Shall be updated with other fluff and such, but for now just serves as an easy directory to the PCs)
Rafaelo "Schnell" Siegfried - Factionless
Summers - Punk
Anya - Bully
Julie 'Lee Lee' Smith - Entertainer
Urist MacFistbeard III - Factionless
Steven Diggs - Punk
Nikolai Jackson - Nerd
Artemis Turner - Entertainer
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Handy-Dandy NPC Guide (As more important NPCs arrive and are formed, this will serve to provide a basic knowledge to check back on, on who exactly are they)
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Events that Happened (As stuff happens, this section will be devoted to providing a blurb on what has happened in the game/story so far) |
1,520 | 31 | 18 | 386 | 332 | I guess I'll sort out the paint then. Artemis said as he stood up from the table. He started to walk away, but noticed his half-finished meal, sitting almost forgotten on its tray. He turned around, picked up his soup bowl and drank the rest of the cold tomato soup in one go, placing an empty bowl back down. He took the bread to eat on the way.
"Right then," He said to himself as he strode out the cafeteria doors, "Let's give this horse a nice coat of paint!" | Name: Artemis Turner
Species: Cat-humanoid
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: He looks like a cat-human hybrid, standing at 5' 10" (1.78m) and weighing 158lb (72kg) without his equipment. He has grey fur with black streaks, covering his quite toned body. He usually wears comfortable clothes that are easy to move in, though when he's out at night, he'll wear cargo pants and a large green hoodie, covering up the belt of spray cans he carries around with him.
Faction: Entertainers
Personality: Artemis is a creative, but impulsive and headstrong artist, and will often do graffiti either for attention or just for the hell of it. He feels he is helping the school by adding color and variety to the walls. Really, though, outside his clique, he's seen as a pest.
Biography: Artemis grew up in a low-income family, and was constantly moving from home to home for his parents to find work. On one particularly lengthy stay, the local gang introduced a young Artemis to parkour and tagging. The freeing sensation of running along rooftops, vaulting gates, creating stunning, frantic art on the side of a wall, and escaping before the cops arrived, stuck with the young cat's mind, and even after years of his family moving around, he continued training his body and practicing his art.
Eventually, his family were able to settle in Cinders Landing, and through certain low-income student plans, Artemis was able to attend the Sun Ridge Boarding Institution. He stayed with the Punks initially, attracted to their free spirit, but was eventually annoyed by the constant hatred of authority, since authority figures are the reason why Artemis was able to attend Sun Ridge in the first place. After a short period of being factionless, his bright graffiti caught the attention of the Entertainers, who invited him into their clique.
Powers: Nothing abnormal for a cat
Abilities: Artemis has excellent night vision and somewhat above average smelling. He has had years of experience in parkour, and so can run very fast, both sprinting and for prolonged periods of time.
Weapons: 5 spray cans that come in Vermilion Red, Cobalt Blue, Process Yellow, Titanium White and Mars Black. (Other colors are available)
Other: He likes to scope out potential tagging spots in the day, then sneak out at night to attack. Also, he keeps a journal of tag designs in his room.
Parents: His parents live in the zone of Zephyr LLC. His father is a factory worker while his mother cooks for a small restaurant. They encourage Artemis to study hard in school so he can get out of the poverty cycle, unaware of all the (cough) 'distractions' rampant in Sun Ridge. Artemis visits fairly often during school breaks, but as his parents still have to work in the day, he keeps Sun Ridge as a home base. |
1,521 | 31 | 19 | 1,866 | 1,541 | Outside the Cafeteria Hallway
The Hallways were full with some hustle and bustle off assorted students. Some were simply minding their own business, while others were preparing for far more nefarious tasks. One of these more noticeable scenes was a small hold-up going on between some bullies and a nerd who was backed away into a corner.
"C-come on, just give me passage and, I'll get the money." The nerd pleaded with them, as he was obstructed by a pair of two Elves. One of them was a Wood Elf who had recently buzzed his brown hair, and the other was a Dark Elf who had a series of golden piercings in both of his ears. The Dark Elf cracked his knuckles as the Wood Elf peered at the prey.
"Eh possibly." Spoke the wood elf, before he swung his leg in a quick motion. There was a wet crunch followed by a high pierced squeak. "But we can always drag you there, and then go collecting." The Dark Elf gave a simple nod before he swung a quick jab at the nerd. | Keeping this lil spot for quite possibly dramatic purposes. Or mostly to list stuff, when the time/need arises. Probably the latter.
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The PCs (Shall be updated with other fluff and such, but for now just serves as an easy directory to the PCs)
Rafaelo "Schnell" Siegfried - Factionless
Summers - Punk
Anya - Bully
Julie 'Lee Lee' Smith - Entertainer
Urist MacFistbeard III - Factionless
Steven Diggs - Punk
Nikolai Jackson - Nerd
Artemis Turner - Entertainer
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Handy-Dandy NPC Guide (As more important NPCs arrive and are formed, this will serve to provide a basic knowledge to check back on, on who exactly are they)
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Events that Happened (As stuff happens, this section will be devoted to providing a blurb on what has happened in the game/story so far) |
1,522 | 32 | 0 | 2,595 | 7,032 | How long had Audric been making his way through the country side exactly? Days...weeks? It couldn't have been too long ever since he received that call he had intended to find out the truth of the matter. Maybe if he could get to one of the Nohrian Royals before things got out of hand, he could do something. Stop this matter from getting worse. Failing that maybe he could go to Hoshido, and get Ryoma to listen to him. How long had it been since he had talked to a Hoshidan for any length of time? Most of the people who came through Cyrkensia were Nohrian in origin. Regardless the young born noble could only hope that he could do something...anything! His guards had informed him that Hoshido had re-found their long lost prince. Rumor had it Hoshido had long since suspected Nohr of kidnapping the young prince Corrin.
Audric wipe sweat from his brow his dully colored hair a mess as the breeze swept through his hair. He had decided to make his way on foot for the remaining journey. He always was a better fighter on his own two feet. Maybe that had been a mistake but he didn't want to hamper himself. Daywalker hung from his belt gleaming in the afternoon sun. His brother was probably worried sick and undoubtedly angry at the young Nestrian's sudden act of running off. Nolan always was more sensible about things. Audric...Audric preferred to pursue action immediately. He didn't immediately go to violence as his salvation but he was more than ready to use it. Maybe just maybe he could intervene before something went wrong.
Samanthia...she'd kill him for abandoning her back at the border no doubt she probably was a mess right now. He'd have to apologize to his retainer for not bringing her along. She was a competent fighter but her lack of....grace may have slowed him down. Besides Sky Knights aren't something he remembered being stealthy enough to escape notice if the situation called for it. At worse someone would think him a glorified bandit. Anyone stupid enough to challenge him would be felled by his axe otherwise. He had to stop the war from breaking out it would cause so much suffering.
The young noble came to a sudden halt as he leaned against a tree collapsing to his knees breathing in and out deeply as he shook his head. "Gotta keep going...got to...get....got to get them to stop." Audric breathed in deeply as he quickly went to his side and grabbed his canteen and drink from it greedily. "I can do it...I have to try at the very least. If I don't then...then...no don't think about that keep going!" Audric said to himself as he leaned himself up against the tree steadying himself. He didn't want to fail...failure in this moment effected more than him. Some nobles wouldn't care...some nobles in Nestra would sit back and let this happen. What did a neutral country risk at trying to stop this insanity. He had only caught wind of the capture of Corrin due to the mere fact that he had met a merchant on the way here telling him that a man in Nohrian finery was in Hoshido. Let alone the mess that had happened a couple days earlier. Why...why had Lady Mikoto...damn it! He never met the woman...but he knew her as a passionate and beloved lady of Hoshido. Then why....why did she have to die at a time like this!?
Audric kept running. He kept running because he knew he had no choice in the matter. He ran because his heart demanded it. He ran and ran but he didn't know if it would pay off in the end.
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The time span had been short a week and a half since Corrin had gone missing. Nohr had marshaled their forces under the command of Prince Xander of Nohr. Corrin the young Prince had reappeared in Hoshido...with disastrous results. Between the apparent capture of the young Nohrian/Hoshidan Prince and the border incident causing relations to tumble into a black abyss at the Bottomless Canyon. The Nohrian Army had set out on a march towards Hoshido and were approaching a river crossing near the border between the two nations.
Corrin the fated brother of both families is unaware of this but his presence will make all the difference soon enough. Ryoma had set out with a small army of his own Hoshidan forces leaving behind his retainers and allies. His intentions are to destroy Xander's men before they get near Hoshido. The dull orange sun in the sky flutters around as fate makes it's inevitable move towards the end of the feud between the Sun Born Kingdom and the Sacred Kingdom of Darkness.
However...fate itself seems to be unwinding as things rush towards an unsatisfactory ending for all parties about to be involved in this conflict. Hoshidan...Nohrian....all will feel the sting of the branch of destiny that is about to break. | Name: Audric
Nicknames: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Class: Lord
Home country: Nestra, Cyrkensia
Appearance:
Audric is a grey haired young male with something between a slender and muscular build. He isn't bulky but he is fit and well kept. He has pale white skin and dark green eyes that match his late father's. His hair is short cut and silky to the touch. He is not particularly tall or short around the average size for a male of his age. In battle he tends to wear light Silver plate mail armor that protects his chest, legs, and forearms. In casual attire he tends to wear predominately white or blue clothes. Nothing abnormally fancy or show preferring simpler clothes to his more fancy attire he wears while at home.
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Personality: Prideful, loving, kind, forgiving, and honest Audric has always been a boy of good character and well intentions. His initial reaction to anything is to settle it peacefully but is just as well willing to use violence if it comes down to it. A doting brother, friend, and humanitarian Audric always wanted to grow up to be a person that could take care of others around him and be the stuff of the heroes he heard about so often inspired by the stories of past kings and especially was fond of King Sumeragi of Hoshido whom he had met on a special occasion as a child. He seeks to improve himself as a combatant and fighter and he is willing to listen to those above and below his level of combative ability to fix weak spots in his technique. He is more than willing to offer a hand to those in need of assistance and finds it personally awarding to do so without expecting a reward or compensation but does not begrudge someone for offering him something in return. He has always found the night and dusk to be the most beautiful time of day and is fond of sky gazing and picking out constellations in the stars above. He loves to mess around and joke with friends about all sorts of affairs when allowed to.
As a noble he is kind to his servants and treats them with respect above all always noting their accomplishments over their failures and wishes for them to improve just as he strives to do so himself. He treats them as equally as possible while maintaining his position as the current heir to his household. He is noted for playing with the servants' children in his spare time and sparring with his guards on his off time. He feels it is a liege's personal obligation to respect those who serve them and know as many as possible.
His family to him is everything and Audric is willing to go to extreme lengths to help out his elder brother in anything. Ever since his father passed away when he was a teen he had only wished to please his brother and while some see him a content fool he is ignorant of those claims simply stating he is fine with his life of adventure, heroics, and diplomacy. He does not seek his family's fame as one of the richest and powerful in the country of Nestra but he does take pride in his blood line not allowing his actions to besmirch his family name unless driven by his innate sense of justice and freedom.
Though he is kind he is also very vindictive when crossed and a betrayal of his trust is something he views as inexcusable. He is more than willing to let someone walk but if need be he can be as cold as ice in winter killing people without regret. His pride in his family leads him to thoroughly despise anyone who attempts to hurt his loved ones, or his family never truly forgiving them in his heart even if he tolerates their presence around him. His anger has often led him into bad situations involving bandits which has nearly cost him his life on a few occasions during his teenage years. Though he has somewhat quelled the black flames that engulf his heart when enraged it is still terrifying to see him when pushed to his limit.
Though he hates backing down from a fight he intends to win he can see the point in strategic retreats though he himself adopts the mindset of absolutely destroying his enemies. He is protective of his allies and tends to do his best to defend them in the midst of an all out battle. He tries to quake an inner blood lust by depending on his inner sensibilities to calm himself which sometimes causes issues in battle making him unsure if he himself wants to kill someone or simply injuring them.
Biography/history:
Born in Cyrkensia without any problems young Audric was from the start destined to play second fiddle to his elder brother Nolan who was to succeed his father as head of the family. Still despite this his parents always insisted they had great plans for the boy and had loved him since before he had even come into the world. His mother was the last known member of her own merchant house and had married into Audric's father's house out of love not political convenience. Audric's mother's name was Moriko of Hoshidan ancestry and was beloved by her people and his father's name was Nathaniel who came from mixed Nohrian and Wind Tribe ancestry.
As a young toddler Audric was often accompanied by his older brother Nolan who doted on his younger sibling with all the love Audric could have ever wanted the two basically being inseparable. His grandfather also read to him the short time he remained before he passed away leaving a few fond memories of pure happiness and joy shared with two of the most important people too him. He enjoyed reading and watching the dancers in the city more often than seeing his brother spar with his trainers but he found it equally as interesting and cheered on his brother. He spent time with his mother walking in gardens and visiting other noble houses around his town and the general region of Nohr where he would ironically meet Princess Camilaa of Nohr for the first time becoming a quick friend of hers with his upbeat attitude. His brother Nolan often sparred and played with Prince Xander of Nohr as well when the King came to visit to listen to the beautiful music of the city. Audric would come to respect and think of Xander as an older brother to some regard but eventually the time would come to an end and he has not seen Xander in a long time.
His father often spent time with him, and Nolan engaging them in debates about life and what it means to be a noble lord of their house. In fact Audric would eventually ask himself many personal questions based on the conundrums presented by their father and he loved how easily the answers came when his brother pointed them out personally. In fact a young Xander would be the one to teach Audric some of his own philosophies on justice before the two became distant. Though the biggest impact on his life came form his first meeting with King Sumeragi when he was on crusp of becoming a young adolescent not long before the man's death and the eventual fall in relations between Hoshido and Nohr. Sumeragi had been a close friend of Audric's father whom had given him help with previous endeavors in the markets around the principality of Nestra. Sumeragi had come to Nestra to speak about a trade dispute for which Audric's father had insisted on helping him with but due to various issues Sumeragi had to come visit the city personally one day. Audric actually spent the majority of a day with the king learning and asking questions about Hoshidan culture and the king's duties. Sumeragi fond the young budding noble to be a good lad and when the end of the day came spent the time gazing at the sunset together on top of the mansion Sumeragi claiming the boy had potential to be a strong souled warrior.
After the death of Sumeragi by the assumed hands of King Garon, and a sudden death of his father by way of illness Audric entered his teen years with little in the way of parental guidance outside of his butler Hanzo and his mother. Nolan ascended to take control of the family immediately and despite his duties he often came to his brother's room to find comfort in their shared grieving for the death of both the Hoshidan King and their late father. His mother was on the way with another child by the time Nolan become lord of the house and Audric was both saddened the boy or girl coming would never see his or her father but intended to make up for it. He took little notice between the deepening distrust between Nohr and their house but Audric often tried to write to Camila or Xander with little success eventually giving up on the matter all together.
It was when he was a teenager that his brother first insisted he learn how to fight professionally and with talent. Though Audric had taken up the practice of using a toy and wooden spear as a child Audric never really fancied combat at all. Nolan knew the young man had talent and insisted his younger brother learn how to defend himself and others at all costs. Audric quickly took to using a lance in combat though on happenstance he tried an axe and found the power of the weapon more to his liking than the lance. His brother then had his retainers help train Audric on the side when Nolan was too busy with his own work as lord.
Audric's teen years were quick and fantastical not only did he quickly find his niche as a warrior in his own right as he traveled Nestra fighting bandits and promoting peace between houses but he also become a proud older brother to a young boy who was called Keith who had been born with a strange monochrome pair of eyes one blue and the other green. Audric was a fantastic older brother to the young boy and the pair quickly become the best of friends though Audric would always be closer to his brother Nolan who tried to spend time with Keith but with his growing age found it harder and harder to properly keep track of things. It was around this time Samanthia had appeared out of nowhere and became his retainer after Audric showed her and her Pegasus a kindness. She claimed that she had no one else to go to and gladly offered her services to him.
It would be his proudest and saddest moment of his life when he first stormed into battle and took down a bandit chief all by his lonesome mastering his own brutal fighting style with an axe with the help of his soldiers and friends in Nestra. It became sad when he found out back home mother had passed away from prolonged illness after she had given birth to Keith. Audric cried for days but promised he'd become the man his mother always wanted him to be and he'd make his father proud to call him his son. Audric had continued to live his life this way until recently....
Word had reached Cyrkensia of troubles in the lands between Hoshido and Nohr. Fearing the worst Audric personally left his retainers and allies behind to find out what was happening. It was only days prior too reaching Hoshido's capital to meet Lord Ryoma when he found out that Queen Mikoto had been reunited with a lost son...and had been promptly killed by an unknown assailant days prior. It would be on a fateful day when he finally caught up to them all....
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Weapons:
Daywalker (Forged Steel Axe) - An ornate (steel) axe with a diamond pommel and a fine silver coating. Deceptively dangerous and well made capable of crushing enemies.
Hand Axe
Items: Vulnerary
Other:
Retainer(s):
Samanthia - Sky/Pegasus Knight of Unknown Origins |
1,523 | 32 | 1 | 470 | 1,609 | Taka
Taka was losing patience. Ever since he found out his grandfather's killer was King Garon, he never really found a proper timing to go for a kill. Then again, his constant mini heists are what took up most of his time and even gained the attention of the Nohrian Army. Not realizing it was a trap, he is now forced onto the front lines joining the others who would most likely be killed in the upcoming battle. However, Taka may be terrified of fighting in close quarters...but he still has his instincts to flee. As soon as he had the chance to, he was going to run as fast as hell can take him to a far away area of the fight...and hopefully find a way to get into a nearby village to rest. Heck, maybe another Nohrian city to rob a bit and get some more gold. Right now, he was focused on trying to survive this upcoming ordeal. Iron Bow in his hands as he does one last check on his trusty tool.
"...run as fast as the winds can take you and let your arrows fly...better take Gramps's advice to heart." | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Nickname: "Ta" or "Ta-Da"
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Outlaw
Home Country: Hoshido (but Outlaw working for Nohr)
Stands 5'5"
Personality:
Taka isn't the kindest to most people. This led to his problem of having made no friends among the Nohrian forces. His problem is his constant teasing of one person, to the point of abusing them with facts or mainly "unhappy" words of one's past. Another key factor is that he isn't the bravest when presented on the front lines. The sight of an axe-wielding barbarian makes him quake in his boots and would rather run, especially if he has no reason nor major contribution at that position. If not, a surprise attack would REALLY catch him by surprise. Finally, his loyalty to the few he would trust/make friends with is undying. As long as they're involved in a situation, he'll stand his ground and gladly give his life for the sake of them living...that is if they're really his true friends.
Biography/History:
His family was originally a strong group of Samurai and Swordmasters in Hoshido. However, due to his fear of fighting with a blade, he desperately looked for a way to escape. The only man he could have turned to was his grandfather who spent his entire lifetime training with practically every tool and weapon in existence. Taka's teacher/grandfather did his best to teach him a way to help others, even if using a bow means shooting from a longer range than the sword. Eventually, his skills with the bow proved to the grandfather that this grandson had no less determination or courage like his siblings and family to become a brave warrior. However, his frequent absences from sword training to practice with a bow led to him being exiled from the family. His grandfather followed his now favorite pupil who was brave enough to turn against his own family to find justice. His training of Taka led to Taka's training into becoming an Outlaw in Nohr. As Taka crossed the border and join the Nohrian forces, his grandfather sacrificed himself as they were caught by a Nohrian patrol under the lead of a certain evil and malicious looking king. Taka swore revenge against the man who took his grandfather's life, making sure to use his new skills in order to train and make himself an even deadlier shot. His lifestyle in the Nohrian Army now leads to him being caught at the near front lines of a showdown with the Hoshidan one...
Weapon: Iron Bow
Items: Vulnary |
1,524 | 32 | 2 | 729 | 2,152 | 'We don't need to pay you up front now, its your civic duty to fight for Nohr!' Keep me press ganged with no pay for much longer, see what happens...
Ansgar trotted in formation with a group of other mercenary Cavaliers, part of the Nohrian army on the march to Hoshido. News traveled fast, especially as it was bad news for the Hoshidan people. Queen Mikoto dead, by a treacherous blade in the hands of some lad in Nohrian garb, captured by Hoshido after a border incident. Why that King Garon had made such an order was beyond the young Cavalier, but now it was open war between the two nations. He knew there were some Chevian knights in the army, and he had steered well and truly clear of them. If they recognized him, it would likely be as traitor, murderer, and coward. Nevermind that it was in self defense, they would judge him on his flight from the scene. He wasn't even sure the old man was dead, the blow looked fatal, and the gurgling that emitted from the helmet sounded it too. But Ansgar shook those thoughts from his mind, not like it could be dealt with now. He sold his own brand of Cheve born skills to the highest bidder, and lived his life from fight to fight, with no regard for his own fall. It was a good life, he conceded, free and fair compared to what many went through, or resorted to. But, speaking of pay, he had finished his latest contract with this band of Nohrian Cavaliers when word came for all able hands to march for Hoshido. And he was press ganged in, upon penalty of the laws Nohr held on traitors, which were very clear and left no room for interpretation.
So here would be where Ansgar found himself, riding with others, some also press ganged into service considering their mutterings during the encamped nights during the approach. But there wasn't running from this, and besides, Ansgar had been paid to try and breach Hoshido before and wreak havoc. It had failed, as Queen Mikoto's barrier had prevented them from enacting aggression against them. It sapped their will to fight, bizarre as that feeling had been, and he had never even attempted to journey to Hoshido with peaceful intentions in mind after that, let alone hostile ones. But here he was again, part of a Nohrian army, capable of breaching the borders of Hoshido, and putting the land to the sword. Which was what would happen, he knew how the Nohrians intended to operate. In the heat of hte moment, he cared little for anything other than the slaughter that surrounded him, be it friend or foe that fall, and he was in that mindset in anticipation for the massive battle that was sure to erupt from this. Hoshidan forces would not idly let Nohr march into their land, they would have a standing army in the way. That meant there would be hell to pay on both sides when forces unexperienced in fighting the specialists of both would get slaughtered. He was looking forward to it, perhaps he would get to face off with the Hoshidan Sky Knights? That would be quite the battle. Even if he wasn't getting paid for it, which was rapidly pushing him towards desertion. After all, coin was why he was working with Nohr, nothing else.
"If I don't see some coin after this, I'm finding my own way out of this mess. Maybe find some work as a guard until this blows over..." | Name:
Ansgar Staudinger
Nicknames:
Anni (He would much rather people not use that)
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Class:
Cavalier
Home Country:
Cheve
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Personality:
On the surface, Ansgar is a simple man. A preferance for the drink and relaxation over intense study, conditioning or training would make one suspect that this Cheve Cavalier is as much an outcast from the three Knight Companies of Cheve who wouldn't, or couldn't be bothered to train and condition himself to wear the heavy armor of a knight as he is just not interested in their prideful manners. Selling his lance for coin has given him a, no puns intended, cavalier attitude towards grand, noble causes. He isn't some hero of old or a legendary paragon of nobility, considering himself just an expendable asset in the eyes of the noble powers that be. Coupled with his self imposed exile from Cheve, he has developed an almost a split personality when it comes to his lifestyle at peace or when at war. Due to his transient loyalties that comes and goes with the flow of gold, most tend not to become readily aware of the strange shifts of who he is dependent on the situation.
Most casual observers who've noted the Cheve native in battle, which is what most people who are aware of the man see, note Ansgar as a death seeker, to put it nicely. Ansgar picks out a vital target in the enemy ranks, regardless of the threat to himself that would occur by charging, and put himself into a death charge, screaming defiance into any arrows, magic, or other weapons of shocked or confused enemy ranks as he weaves his way towards his target, aiming to put the full momentum of his mad charge behind his lance, having once, while learning to use the lances properly, had a bad habit of breaking off part of a lance inside his unfortunate target. When on the field, he is ruthless to a fault, sparing no one in his charge, targets of opportunity that arise while charging seeing no mercy from the charging cavalier. Exaustion and irritation set in soon after a fight, making him bitter and unsocialable soon after a conflict concludes and he yet finds himself breathing still.
Far rarer for most folks to know is his peacetime persona, or the one Ansgar adopts when not mounted and riding into battle. Much like who he was prior to his self imposed exile, a freewheeling and, preferably, intoxicated young man enjoying his early adulthood despite the war. Slow to anger and quick to forgive, he speaks freely and, often times, without a filter between his mind and his mouth, often commenting on someone or someone with an honest to a fault mentality. Perhaps the only thing he is worse at than lying, is women. Perhaps due to his near constant off battle intoxication, or his blunt, honest and often brutal statements on other people's character and manner of presentation, he has suffered the cold shoulder and angry hand of many a village woman as he rode, half falling off his horse, through their town. But he does mean well, for what its worth, preferring the faults be openly pointed out. After all, how can one address a fault if they cannot plainly see it?
Biography/history:
Born in Cheve to a pair of knights, his father a mounted Great Knight whilst his mother was a highly experienced Knight in her own right, it was expected that Ansgar would follow in their family lineage. The eldest in the family, with two younger sisters who both showed notable talent in Light and Dark magics, respectively, the two younger sisters were sent to study abroad once reaching the appropriate age, to more properly utilize their magical talents. The youngest went to Hoshido to learn from Hoshidan Monks, while the middle sister went to a Nohrian academy for dark mages, the divergent paths creating a great deal of strife and competition between the two whenever they crossed paths. Their eldest brother, Ansgar, and also completely and utterly hopeless with a spell tome, found himself playing diplomat between the two when he wasn't getting drilled into exhaustion by his family. And such would be his early formative years, learning to ride and fight from atop a horse from his father, while his mother would instruct him on proper weapon's techniques, offensive and defensive.
Even though Ansgar was, for most children of other lands, strong for his age, he lacked the frame and raw muscle to support a Knight's heavy armor, and seemed to have a stark aversion to their approach of grinding forward through a fight with shield and lance. This created a great deal of argument between Ansgar and his parents, who expected him to wear the heavy mantle of knighthood and march to war along with the order their family had sworn themselves to, owing as both his other siblings were abroad as mages and scholars instead of staying at home to learn the family trade. Many nights were spent arguing, and it would come to a head when his father, tired of his son's insubordinate refusal to take up the armor of a knight, intended to whip sense into him, literally as well as figuratively. Upon hearing of his father's intentions, Ansgar instead took up arms, finding himself opposed to his father, in his full armor astride a horse, while he was on the young thoroughbred that he had grown up learning to ride and fight on. Iron and determination versus steel and experience, Ansgar had one advantage the old man was unaware of. His father was deadly confident in his armor and ability to shrug off a hit, the crush of armored warhorse and biting sting of silver lance preventing a counter assault from being effective.
Ansgar fled, fully knowing his father was a far more experienced rider and would likely catch up to the boy as he rode hard into the woods, waiting for his old man to ride too close at full gallop, bursting forth in a desperate, all or nothing charge against the unready Great Knight. Whether it was luck or divine guidance, Ansgar's iron lance found a gap in the armor of his father, snapping off the lance in his side and striking what would be a fatal wound against the man, sending him collapsing. Fear of retribution and punishment gripped him, and he rode hard into the night, leaving the armored horse and dying form of his father, never confirming the fact he was indeed dead. Whether he was or not mattered not to the tortured mind of Ansgar, who had never slain another until that fateful night, and he found himself torn into two separate people, figuratively speaking. With the only skills he knew being warfare, he sold his skills to whomever could afford them, usually Nohrian regiments who needed extra bodies. Ansgar would slip into a blood thirsty death seeker when riding in battle, and find himself drunk and free when off the field. It was a strange dichotomy that disturbed him, but he hid it well. After all, the coin was often good, the drink came cheap, and he was etching out a living free of the expectations from his family.
Routinely selling his skills to the Nohrian army led Ansgar to many dubious activities and engagements, including early attempts to breach and invade Hoshido, foiled due to Queen Mitoko's barrier sapping their will to fight and causing them to stumble back to Nohrian controlled holdings, dazed, confused, but unharmed. Ansgar would ride into many situations, from putting down renegade Faceless to suppressing rebellions with a brutal and heavy hand. Ansgar felt regret for being little more than a brutish tool for oppression and cleaning up the dirty messes of Nohr, but he was paid well, so he kept his silence and rode hard, reveling in every battle while waiting for that fateful arrow or blow to fell him at last. The strike would never come, rather, and he would spend seven years riding hard, honing his skills and drinking and being merry, an unusual sight in often somber and serious Nohr regiments. Soon he would find himself at a very fateful day, when Nohr and Hoshido would finally meet in open war, riding openly alongside the flying banners of Nohr, paid to slaughter every Hoshidan he could reach.
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Weapons:
Iron Sword
Steel Lance
Items:
Other:
The most likely to inadvertently insult an ally.
Has two sisters who he often has to play the voice of reason between, should fortune frown upon him and stumble across them together again. |
1,525 | 32 | 3 | 1,527 | 470 | Pardon me, but what do you mean they've already left?
Emerald and her tiny group, all of which but here was there to deliver medical supplies, stared dumbfounded at how they had essentially been late. Looking at the empty Nohrian camp, she wasn't sure how long they'd been gone and marching. All she knew was that they were marching off to war with Hoshido, and without her. Oh, she would scold herself later for being late, guilt already stinging at the thought of someone dying because she wasn't there to use her healing magic to save them. And not just on the Nohrian too, but that was a different matter entirely. Turning to the others, she looked at them as if she was fine, holding a smile while hiding her disappointment in herself.
"Stay here if they come back, I shall ride ahead and catch up with them. I do not want you all to get caught in the battle." She told them, to which the majority agreed. They weren't here to fight, they were just here to deliver medicine and other healing items for the battle before they could go back to the safety of Macarath. She understood why they would want to too, as she herself wanted to do the same thing, but obligation made her convicted to try and rush towards the Army. Petting her horse and taking one final glance at the others, she nodded to them before rushing off in the direction she supposed they went. She only knew because they had left horseprints in a direction, and she was simply following that. She didn't know, however, that at her current pace she wouldn't catch up to them before the battle started.
Perhaps that was for the best. As she rode onward, a wave of uncertainty swept across her. She wasn't stupid, she knew of the atrocities she was supporting by going off to heal the Nohrian army. Word spreads fast in Nohr, especially when it is about a supposed victory over Hoshido with the death of the late Queen Mikoto. Emerald had never met her, but she always had wanted to from the stories her aunt would tell her. And, she was supposedly a much more benevolent ruler than King Garon ever was, and just thinking of him gave her shivers. He had a villa in Macarath, and whenever he would stop to visit Emerald always made sure to stray as far away as possible from him. She didn't want to support such a brutal king, but alas that was not up to her. She had chosen the path of a healer, and where she lived affected her affiliations. Still, it didn't stop her from feeling sorrowful for the Queen all because of Garon's vileness.
She shook her head away from those thoughts, looking ahead with hope. Maybe if this war ended soon, then there would be peace and no need for a healer like her. And while that was just wishful thinking, she was determined to end this war with ever ounce of power she had. Even if she herself couldn't fight, she would make sure that everyone else could continue to do so, so that this conflict would end. Now, if only she had been on time... Then she wouldn't have to feel the slight sting of worry that gnawed at her. Nonetheless, she continued onward as fast as she could, offering a small prayer to the gods to allow her a swift and timely arrival. | Name: Emerald
Nicknames: Emm
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: Troubadour
Home country: Macarath, Nohr
Personality: Emm is very professionally-capable, friendly, and a relaxed person. She is a composed and collected individual who, despite being raised in Nohr, is modest and patient around people, making her very sociable. Additionally, she tends to be quite formal in the way she speaks or acts. As a righteous person who treats people equally regardless of their background, Emerald can’t stand discrimination or unnecessary violence. This has made her into a very selfless and helpful person, which in turn helps very well in her line of work.
In bad or dire situations, Emm is a quick-thinker, doing her best to solve the issue with either her staves or with the help of her allies. She relies heavily on being able to avoid direct conflict as she is defenseless, and so she has to be level-headed in combat so that she herself isn’t vulnerable. She knows she isn’t particularly strong in terms of brute strength or pain tolerance, and so she is somewhat cautious when in combat situations. However, that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to take risks to save a life.
An engaged person, Emm takes her studies in herbs and healing, along with relationships, equally seriously, making her a bit stubborn and emotionally sensitive. However, this is due to her loyalty as well as her good intent. She is known to hold grudges against those who have severely hurt her feelings, though she is willing to eventually forgive them with a simple apology from their part. She is also willing to hold secrets and help friends in need, sometimes without considering the consequences.
Her former home of Macarath has prevented her from forming any kind of meaningful, long-lasting relationships with people, instead simply forming short, easily broken bonds. Due to this, Emm has little experience with people and it can be seen in her own optimistic attitude, being very likely to apologize even if there was nothing wrong. She feels as if she is incapable of forming a real friendship with anyone, so much so that she may not consider you a friend, even if you do.
As stated a bit earlier, Emm is also willing to take risks for the greater good, and always concerned herself with the ethics of making decisions. Almost selfless to a fault, Emm is willing to put others before herself, and unfortunately, this trait also has the potential to harm her the most.
Biography/history:
Emerald was born into a noble family in Cheve, of knights who took pride in Cheve's reputation of producing such capable warriors. They had already had several young, aspiring boys, and when it came to Emm, they had high expectations as she was their first daughter. They hoped, much like her mother, that she would become a powerhouse, but they learned early on that their daughter was not like a majority of the family. While they all wanted to wrestle or fight, she did her best to scold them, as children do, instead of joining the conflict. Instead of wanting to learn how to fight, their youngest instead wanted to pick flowers. This much softer soul made her parents wonder what to do with her, while little Emm was none the wiser of her parents supposed disappointment in her. They began to think of a use of their daughter, and it didn’t take them long to come up with one.
It was at this young age that she was sent to live with her Aunt in Macarath, too young to hold any real memories of her family, thus making it easier for her to settle in the Nohrian town. Her aunt was one of the many apothecary’s there, and upon her arrival young Emerald was soon taken as an apprentice. Instead of fighting, she found herbs, practiced medicine with her aunt. It was a much more suitable lifestyle, and while her aunt would leave from time to time to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the various entertainment in town, Emerald was satisfied, essentially doing the same thing she had done in Cheve, but with direction and a purpose. So much so, that as she got a little older, her aunt gifted her a horse so that she could easily traverse the surrounding area and town when she wanted, looking for healing herbs, or simply new plants, and recording them for later.
These studies continued onward into her teens, where it was then that she began to take notice of a different kind of magic, solely meant for healing and speeding up the healing process through the use of said magic. Through her studies, she learned that there were staffs that could act as a conduit for this magic. Astounded, Emerald began the slow process of learning how to use such a thing. Her aunt from time to time would bring her a teacher, helping her learn a bit more in this new magic to her, along with expanding her knowledge of medicine.
Her determination stemmed from the letters she would often receive from her family in Cheve, a family she could hardly remember, but that she loved nonetheless. They praised her for her dedication to healing, Emerald unknowing that they simply wanted someone in the family who could take care of them if they were wounded. Even if these letters were few and far inbetween, Emerald did her best to keep in touch. Though, her destiny would not be towards them.
Recently, Emerald was tasked with taking medical supplies to the front lines, being told that something big was about to happen. Stories of a Nohrian Prince being held captive by Hoshido, and an assault to get him back. It would be a relatively new experience to go into a tactical battle, or, well, war, as her prior experience with healing was either in infirmaries or from bandit attacks. Now, riding onto the scene, she can only watch as her late arrival has separated her from the Nohrian troops after her delivery...
Weapons:
Heal
Rescue
Items: Vulnerary
Other: Fun stuff if she was in game.
Critical Quotes(If she survives to promote) :
“Stand down!”
“I cannot allow you to persist!”
“Wrong choice!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Hope will never be silent!”
“I stand idle no longer!”
Enemy defeat:
“I’m so sorry.”
“If only things were different…”
“Rest peacefully.”
“Is this path truly justified?”
Pair up quotes:
“I won’t let you fall.”
“All you need is hope.”
“I shall assist in this darkness.” |
1,526 | 32 | 4 | 2,595 | 7,032 | "Hey there you doin' alright? You don't look like you're all up there. Want a drink of water?" asked a nearby Nohrian soldier with the bare essentials on. He had a spear in his left hand, a helmet crudely placed on his messy hair, and chain mail. By all accounts he was a typical lower ranking soldier in the army. Maybe even less so as it seemed that he lacked any shield and his attire was clumsy. "I understand the march has us all going ragged but Prince Xander says it's all for the better. I'd reckon he's a guy we can trust...at least I hope so. Never was able to read rich folk all too well." the boy continued with a chuckle. His chestnut eyes, tanned, skin, and accent clearly gave away that he was a country boy. "We're almost there anyways. Just gotta keep moving trust me I got your back. Names Millow by the way." the boy smiled at the crude outlaw. It was a clearly genuine and friendly smile he didn't intend to try take advantage of his fellow soldier.
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"You're out of line soldier! Keep your mouth shut because if Prince Leo hears you I'm the one getting in trouble for it. God save you if Lord Xander hears you. With Prince Corrin missing he's looking for the slightest reason to go off." came the head paladin of the cavalier division. The paladin was no different than the typical soldier in the midst of combat. In front of them not to far away Princess Elise was talking to Leo in a mumbled conversation as Xander lead the entire army headway. They were close and Prince Xander's aura was terrifying. It was clear he intended to take back his brother one way or another from the Hoshidans. Never before had any of the cavaliers in the group seen Xander this way. Leo broke off his conversation with Elise for a moment, "Captain. Your men need to be ready you'll be attacking the enemy's flanks once Xander's vanguard engages the enemy." Leo stated calmly before turning back to Elise and resuming their conversation. "You heard the man get ready!" | Name: Audric
Nicknames: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Class: Lord
Home country: Nestra, Cyrkensia
Appearance:
Audric is a grey haired young male with something between a slender and muscular build. He isn't bulky but he is fit and well kept. He has pale white skin and dark green eyes that match his late father's. His hair is short cut and silky to the touch. He is not particularly tall or short around the average size for a male of his age. In battle he tends to wear light Silver plate mail armor that protects his chest, legs, and forearms. In casual attire he tends to wear predominately white or blue clothes. Nothing abnormally fancy or show preferring simpler clothes to his more fancy attire he wears while at home.
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Personality: Prideful, loving, kind, forgiving, and honest Audric has always been a boy of good character and well intentions. His initial reaction to anything is to settle it peacefully but is just as well willing to use violence if it comes down to it. A doting brother, friend, and humanitarian Audric always wanted to grow up to be a person that could take care of others around him and be the stuff of the heroes he heard about so often inspired by the stories of past kings and especially was fond of King Sumeragi of Hoshido whom he had met on a special occasion as a child. He seeks to improve himself as a combatant and fighter and he is willing to listen to those above and below his level of combative ability to fix weak spots in his technique. He is more than willing to offer a hand to those in need of assistance and finds it personally awarding to do so without expecting a reward or compensation but does not begrudge someone for offering him something in return. He has always found the night and dusk to be the most beautiful time of day and is fond of sky gazing and picking out constellations in the stars above. He loves to mess around and joke with friends about all sorts of affairs when allowed to.
As a noble he is kind to his servants and treats them with respect above all always noting their accomplishments over their failures and wishes for them to improve just as he strives to do so himself. He treats them as equally as possible while maintaining his position as the current heir to his household. He is noted for playing with the servants' children in his spare time and sparring with his guards on his off time. He feels it is a liege's personal obligation to respect those who serve them and know as many as possible.
His family to him is everything and Audric is willing to go to extreme lengths to help out his elder brother in anything. Ever since his father passed away when he was a teen he had only wished to please his brother and while some see him a content fool he is ignorant of those claims simply stating he is fine with his life of adventure, heroics, and diplomacy. He does not seek his family's fame as one of the richest and powerful in the country of Nestra but he does take pride in his blood line not allowing his actions to besmirch his family name unless driven by his innate sense of justice and freedom.
Though he is kind he is also very vindictive when crossed and a betrayal of his trust is something he views as inexcusable. He is more than willing to let someone walk but if need be he can be as cold as ice in winter killing people without regret. His pride in his family leads him to thoroughly despise anyone who attempts to hurt his loved ones, or his family never truly forgiving them in his heart even if he tolerates their presence around him. His anger has often led him into bad situations involving bandits which has nearly cost him his life on a few occasions during his teenage years. Though he has somewhat quelled the black flames that engulf his heart when enraged it is still terrifying to see him when pushed to his limit.
Though he hates backing down from a fight he intends to win he can see the point in strategic retreats though he himself adopts the mindset of absolutely destroying his enemies. He is protective of his allies and tends to do his best to defend them in the midst of an all out battle. He tries to quake an inner blood lust by depending on his inner sensibilities to calm himself which sometimes causes issues in battle making him unsure if he himself wants to kill someone or simply injuring them.
Biography/history:
Born in Cyrkensia without any problems young Audric was from the start destined to play second fiddle to his elder brother Nolan who was to succeed his father as head of the family. Still despite this his parents always insisted they had great plans for the boy and had loved him since before he had even come into the world. His mother was the last known member of her own merchant house and had married into Audric's father's house out of love not political convenience. Audric's mother's name was Moriko of Hoshidan ancestry and was beloved by her people and his father's name was Nathaniel who came from mixed Nohrian and Wind Tribe ancestry.
As a young toddler Audric was often accompanied by his older brother Nolan who doted on his younger sibling with all the love Audric could have ever wanted the two basically being inseparable. His grandfather also read to him the short time he remained before he passed away leaving a few fond memories of pure happiness and joy shared with two of the most important people too him. He enjoyed reading and watching the dancers in the city more often than seeing his brother spar with his trainers but he found it equally as interesting and cheered on his brother. He spent time with his mother walking in gardens and visiting other noble houses around his town and the general region of Nohr where he would ironically meet Princess Camilaa of Nohr for the first time becoming a quick friend of hers with his upbeat attitude. His brother Nolan often sparred and played with Prince Xander of Nohr as well when the King came to visit to listen to the beautiful music of the city. Audric would come to respect and think of Xander as an older brother to some regard but eventually the time would come to an end and he has not seen Xander in a long time.
His father often spent time with him, and Nolan engaging them in debates about life and what it means to be a noble lord of their house. In fact Audric would eventually ask himself many personal questions based on the conundrums presented by their father and he loved how easily the answers came when his brother pointed them out personally. In fact a young Xander would be the one to teach Audric some of his own philosophies on justice before the two became distant. Though the biggest impact on his life came form his first meeting with King Sumeragi when he was on crusp of becoming a young adolescent not long before the man's death and the eventual fall in relations between Hoshido and Nohr. Sumeragi had been a close friend of Audric's father whom had given him help with previous endeavors in the markets around the principality of Nestra. Sumeragi had come to Nestra to speak about a trade dispute for which Audric's father had insisted on helping him with but due to various issues Sumeragi had to come visit the city personally one day. Audric actually spent the majority of a day with the king learning and asking questions about Hoshidan culture and the king's duties. Sumeragi fond the young budding noble to be a good lad and when the end of the day came spent the time gazing at the sunset together on top of the mansion Sumeragi claiming the boy had potential to be a strong souled warrior.
After the death of Sumeragi by the assumed hands of King Garon, and a sudden death of his father by way of illness Audric entered his teen years with little in the way of parental guidance outside of his butler Hanzo and his mother. Nolan ascended to take control of the family immediately and despite his duties he often came to his brother's room to find comfort in their shared grieving for the death of both the Hoshidan King and their late father. His mother was on the way with another child by the time Nolan become lord of the house and Audric was both saddened the boy or girl coming would never see his or her father but intended to make up for it. He took little notice between the deepening distrust between Nohr and their house but Audric often tried to write to Camila or Xander with little success eventually giving up on the matter all together.
It was when he was a teenager that his brother first insisted he learn how to fight professionally and with talent. Though Audric had taken up the practice of using a toy and wooden spear as a child Audric never really fancied combat at all. Nolan knew the young man had talent and insisted his younger brother learn how to defend himself and others at all costs. Audric quickly took to using a lance in combat though on happenstance he tried an axe and found the power of the weapon more to his liking than the lance. His brother then had his retainers help train Audric on the side when Nolan was too busy with his own work as lord.
Audric's teen years were quick and fantastical not only did he quickly find his niche as a warrior in his own right as he traveled Nestra fighting bandits and promoting peace between houses but he also become a proud older brother to a young boy who was called Keith who had been born with a strange monochrome pair of eyes one blue and the other green. Audric was a fantastic older brother to the young boy and the pair quickly become the best of friends though Audric would always be closer to his brother Nolan who tried to spend time with Keith but with his growing age found it harder and harder to properly keep track of things. It was around this time Samanthia had appeared out of nowhere and became his retainer after Audric showed her and her Pegasus a kindness. She claimed that she had no one else to go to and gladly offered her services to him.
It would be his proudest and saddest moment of his life when he first stormed into battle and took down a bandit chief all by his lonesome mastering his own brutal fighting style with an axe with the help of his soldiers and friends in Nestra. It became sad when he found out back home mother had passed away from prolonged illness after she had given birth to Keith. Audric cried for days but promised he'd become the man his mother always wanted him to be and he'd make his father proud to call him his son. Audric had continued to live his life this way until recently....
Word had reached Cyrkensia of troubles in the lands between Hoshido and Nohr. Fearing the worst Audric personally left his retainers and allies behind to find out what was happening. It was only days prior too reaching Hoshido's capital to meet Lord Ryoma when he found out that Queen Mikoto had been reunited with a lost son...and had been promptly killed by an unknown assailant days prior. It would be on a fateful day when he finally caught up to them all....
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Weapons:
Daywalker (Forged Steel Axe) - An ornate (steel) axe with a diamond pommel and a fine silver coating. Deceptively dangerous and well made capable of crushing enemies.
Hand Axe
Items: Vulnerary
Other:
Retainer(s):
Samanthia - Sky/Pegasus Knight of Unknown Origins |
1,527 | 32 | 5 | 729 | 2,152 | Ansgar would have rebutted against the career soldier, the Paladin leading the cavaliers he had fallen in with, but Leo, the younger brother of Lord Xander, rode over to dispatch orders. So they would be vanguarding the assault against the Hoshidan army, well, maybe this affair wouldn't be all bad, he thought with a sly grin. Getting to ride first into the crush would be perfect for his outlook and demeanor, and money wouldn't be an issue if he was cut down in the first crush of battle, so he wouldn't have to sweat those details afterwords. The idea of the impending slaughter through a flanking maneuver brought a grin to his face as he readied his lance, glancing at the Paladin who had talked down to him about being out of line earlier. Career solider, probably would die during the battle. Poor bastard. The closer the Cavaliers got to the battle, the more eager the expression and actions that Ansgar would show, seeming to position himself to be the first in on the charge, even past the Paladin. Let them all follow his example, he would ride hard, and drive through the enemy ranks with no regard for his own life. Such was how he fought, and the idea made him giddy. The feral look on his face as the got closer to the fight, coupled with his open wager, probably wasn't going to make him many friends.
"Not like I won't charge, hell, I'd wager I'll be on of the first into the crash. Anyone want to take me up on that?" | Name:
Ansgar Staudinger
Nicknames:
Anni (He would much rather people not use that)
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Class:
Cavalier
Home Country:
Cheve
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Personality:
On the surface, Ansgar is a simple man. A preferance for the drink and relaxation over intense study, conditioning or training would make one suspect that this Cheve Cavalier is as much an outcast from the three Knight Companies of Cheve who wouldn't, or couldn't be bothered to train and condition himself to wear the heavy armor of a knight as he is just not interested in their prideful manners. Selling his lance for coin has given him a, no puns intended, cavalier attitude towards grand, noble causes. He isn't some hero of old or a legendary paragon of nobility, considering himself just an expendable asset in the eyes of the noble powers that be. Coupled with his self imposed exile from Cheve, he has developed an almost a split personality when it comes to his lifestyle at peace or when at war. Due to his transient loyalties that comes and goes with the flow of gold, most tend not to become readily aware of the strange shifts of who he is dependent on the situation.
Most casual observers who've noted the Cheve native in battle, which is what most people who are aware of the man see, note Ansgar as a death seeker, to put it nicely. Ansgar picks out a vital target in the enemy ranks, regardless of the threat to himself that would occur by charging, and put himself into a death charge, screaming defiance into any arrows, magic, or other weapons of shocked or confused enemy ranks as he weaves his way towards his target, aiming to put the full momentum of his mad charge behind his lance, having once, while learning to use the lances properly, had a bad habit of breaking off part of a lance inside his unfortunate target. When on the field, he is ruthless to a fault, sparing no one in his charge, targets of opportunity that arise while charging seeing no mercy from the charging cavalier. Exaustion and irritation set in soon after a fight, making him bitter and unsocialable soon after a conflict concludes and he yet finds himself breathing still.
Far rarer for most folks to know is his peacetime persona, or the one Ansgar adopts when not mounted and riding into battle. Much like who he was prior to his self imposed exile, a freewheeling and, preferably, intoxicated young man enjoying his early adulthood despite the war. Slow to anger and quick to forgive, he speaks freely and, often times, without a filter between his mind and his mouth, often commenting on someone or someone with an honest to a fault mentality. Perhaps the only thing he is worse at than lying, is women. Perhaps due to his near constant off battle intoxication, or his blunt, honest and often brutal statements on other people's character and manner of presentation, he has suffered the cold shoulder and angry hand of many a village woman as he rode, half falling off his horse, through their town. But he does mean well, for what its worth, preferring the faults be openly pointed out. After all, how can one address a fault if they cannot plainly see it?
Biography/history:
Born in Cheve to a pair of knights, his father a mounted Great Knight whilst his mother was a highly experienced Knight in her own right, it was expected that Ansgar would follow in their family lineage. The eldest in the family, with two younger sisters who both showed notable talent in Light and Dark magics, respectively, the two younger sisters were sent to study abroad once reaching the appropriate age, to more properly utilize their magical talents. The youngest went to Hoshido to learn from Hoshidan Monks, while the middle sister went to a Nohrian academy for dark mages, the divergent paths creating a great deal of strife and competition between the two whenever they crossed paths. Their eldest brother, Ansgar, and also completely and utterly hopeless with a spell tome, found himself playing diplomat between the two when he wasn't getting drilled into exhaustion by his family. And such would be his early formative years, learning to ride and fight from atop a horse from his father, while his mother would instruct him on proper weapon's techniques, offensive and defensive.
Even though Ansgar was, for most children of other lands, strong for his age, he lacked the frame and raw muscle to support a Knight's heavy armor, and seemed to have a stark aversion to their approach of grinding forward through a fight with shield and lance. This created a great deal of argument between Ansgar and his parents, who expected him to wear the heavy mantle of knighthood and march to war along with the order their family had sworn themselves to, owing as both his other siblings were abroad as mages and scholars instead of staying at home to learn the family trade. Many nights were spent arguing, and it would come to a head when his father, tired of his son's insubordinate refusal to take up the armor of a knight, intended to whip sense into him, literally as well as figuratively. Upon hearing of his father's intentions, Ansgar instead took up arms, finding himself opposed to his father, in his full armor astride a horse, while he was on the young thoroughbred that he had grown up learning to ride and fight on. Iron and determination versus steel and experience, Ansgar had one advantage the old man was unaware of. His father was deadly confident in his armor and ability to shrug off a hit, the crush of armored warhorse and biting sting of silver lance preventing a counter assault from being effective.
Ansgar fled, fully knowing his father was a far more experienced rider and would likely catch up to the boy as he rode hard into the woods, waiting for his old man to ride too close at full gallop, bursting forth in a desperate, all or nothing charge against the unready Great Knight. Whether it was luck or divine guidance, Ansgar's iron lance found a gap in the armor of his father, snapping off the lance in his side and striking what would be a fatal wound against the man, sending him collapsing. Fear of retribution and punishment gripped him, and he rode hard into the night, leaving the armored horse and dying form of his father, never confirming the fact he was indeed dead. Whether he was or not mattered not to the tortured mind of Ansgar, who had never slain another until that fateful night, and he found himself torn into two separate people, figuratively speaking. With the only skills he knew being warfare, he sold his skills to whomever could afford them, usually Nohrian regiments who needed extra bodies. Ansgar would slip into a blood thirsty death seeker when riding in battle, and find himself drunk and free when off the field. It was a strange dichotomy that disturbed him, but he hid it well. After all, the coin was often good, the drink came cheap, and he was etching out a living free of the expectations from his family.
Routinely selling his skills to the Nohrian army led Ansgar to many dubious activities and engagements, including early attempts to breach and invade Hoshido, foiled due to Queen Mitoko's barrier sapping their will to fight and causing them to stumble back to Nohrian controlled holdings, dazed, confused, but unharmed. Ansgar would ride into many situations, from putting down renegade Faceless to suppressing rebellions with a brutal and heavy hand. Ansgar felt regret for being little more than a brutish tool for oppression and cleaning up the dirty messes of Nohr, but he was paid well, so he kept his silence and rode hard, reveling in every battle while waiting for that fateful arrow or blow to fell him at last. The strike would never come, rather, and he would spend seven years riding hard, honing his skills and drinking and being merry, an unusual sight in often somber and serious Nohr regiments. Soon he would find himself at a very fateful day, when Nohr and Hoshido would finally meet in open war, riding openly alongside the flying banners of Nohr, paid to slaughter every Hoshidan he could reach.
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Weapons:
Iron Sword
Steel Lance
Items:
Other:
The most likely to inadvertently insult an ally.
Has two sisters who he often has to play the voice of reason between, should fortune frown upon him and stumble across them together again. |
1,528 | 32 | 6 | 1,527 | 470 | Faster Aegis, these prints are becoming more fresh as we ride on. Emerald told her horse as they galloped swiftly in the direction of the Nohrian army's shadow, petting Aegis lightly as a sign of thanks. She soon clutched the reins in front of her, deciding it was time to take an alternate route. If she knew anything of battle, and while her knowledge was limited, she would arrive near the rear of the army, but all the conflict, if they were in battle, would be near the front. So, she thought, if she cut north a little, and then went diagonal into the middle of the conflict, she'd be right where she was needed. Either that, or she would be separated from everyone else, and while that wasn't a bad thing, it left her more open than her first plan... Even if it wasn't that sound. Though, she knew someone was bound to bite more than they could chew when it came to the Norhians and those they hired. They weren't like the Hoshidans from what Emerald's Aunt told her, and from her small encounters with soldiers passing through, they were less than ideal people she'd want to know. But, she knew she could help them, even if they were brutes in her eyes.
So, with a quick change in direction, she began to ride slightly more northward than the tracks she followed, believing that they wouldn't go in any other direction anyway. Unknown to her, she was inching forward towards the army she was attempting to catch up upon. | Name: Emerald
Nicknames: Emm
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: Troubadour
Home country: Macarath, Nohr
Personality: Emm is very professionally-capable, friendly, and a relaxed person. She is a composed and collected individual who, despite being raised in Nohr, is modest and patient around people, making her very sociable. Additionally, she tends to be quite formal in the way she speaks or acts. As a righteous person who treats people equally regardless of their background, Emerald can’t stand discrimination or unnecessary violence. This has made her into a very selfless and helpful person, which in turn helps very well in her line of work.
In bad or dire situations, Emm is a quick-thinker, doing her best to solve the issue with either her staves or with the help of her allies. She relies heavily on being able to avoid direct conflict as she is defenseless, and so she has to be level-headed in combat so that she herself isn’t vulnerable. She knows she isn’t particularly strong in terms of brute strength or pain tolerance, and so she is somewhat cautious when in combat situations. However, that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to take risks to save a life.
An engaged person, Emm takes her studies in herbs and healing, along with relationships, equally seriously, making her a bit stubborn and emotionally sensitive. However, this is due to her loyalty as well as her good intent. She is known to hold grudges against those who have severely hurt her feelings, though she is willing to eventually forgive them with a simple apology from their part. She is also willing to hold secrets and help friends in need, sometimes without considering the consequences.
Her former home of Macarath has prevented her from forming any kind of meaningful, long-lasting relationships with people, instead simply forming short, easily broken bonds. Due to this, Emm has little experience with people and it can be seen in her own optimistic attitude, being very likely to apologize even if there was nothing wrong. She feels as if she is incapable of forming a real friendship with anyone, so much so that she may not consider you a friend, even if you do.
As stated a bit earlier, Emm is also willing to take risks for the greater good, and always concerned herself with the ethics of making decisions. Almost selfless to a fault, Emm is willing to put others before herself, and unfortunately, this trait also has the potential to harm her the most.
Biography/history:
Emerald was born into a noble family in Cheve, of knights who took pride in Cheve's reputation of producing such capable warriors. They had already had several young, aspiring boys, and when it came to Emm, they had high expectations as she was their first daughter. They hoped, much like her mother, that she would become a powerhouse, but they learned early on that their daughter was not like a majority of the family. While they all wanted to wrestle or fight, she did her best to scold them, as children do, instead of joining the conflict. Instead of wanting to learn how to fight, their youngest instead wanted to pick flowers. This much softer soul made her parents wonder what to do with her, while little Emm was none the wiser of her parents supposed disappointment in her. They began to think of a use of their daughter, and it didn’t take them long to come up with one.
It was at this young age that she was sent to live with her Aunt in Macarath, too young to hold any real memories of her family, thus making it easier for her to settle in the Nohrian town. Her aunt was one of the many apothecary’s there, and upon her arrival young Emerald was soon taken as an apprentice. Instead of fighting, she found herbs, practiced medicine with her aunt. It was a much more suitable lifestyle, and while her aunt would leave from time to time to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the various entertainment in town, Emerald was satisfied, essentially doing the same thing she had done in Cheve, but with direction and a purpose. So much so, that as she got a little older, her aunt gifted her a horse so that she could easily traverse the surrounding area and town when she wanted, looking for healing herbs, or simply new plants, and recording them for later.
These studies continued onward into her teens, where it was then that she began to take notice of a different kind of magic, solely meant for healing and speeding up the healing process through the use of said magic. Through her studies, she learned that there were staffs that could act as a conduit for this magic. Astounded, Emerald began the slow process of learning how to use such a thing. Her aunt from time to time would bring her a teacher, helping her learn a bit more in this new magic to her, along with expanding her knowledge of medicine.
Her determination stemmed from the letters she would often receive from her family in Cheve, a family she could hardly remember, but that she loved nonetheless. They praised her for her dedication to healing, Emerald unknowing that they simply wanted someone in the family who could take care of them if they were wounded. Even if these letters were few and far inbetween, Emerald did her best to keep in touch. Though, her destiny would not be towards them.
Recently, Emerald was tasked with taking medical supplies to the front lines, being told that something big was about to happen. Stories of a Nohrian Prince being held captive by Hoshido, and an assault to get him back. It would be a relatively new experience to go into a tactical battle, or, well, war, as her prior experience with healing was either in infirmaries or from bandit attacks. Now, riding onto the scene, she can only watch as her late arrival has separated her from the Nohrian troops after her delivery...
Weapons:
Heal
Rescue
Items: Vulnerary
Other: Fun stuff if she was in game.
Critical Quotes(If she survives to promote) :
“Stand down!”
“I cannot allow you to persist!”
“Wrong choice!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Hope will never be silent!”
“I stand idle no longer!”
Enemy defeat:
“I’m so sorry.”
“If only things were different…”
“Rest peacefully.”
“Is this path truly justified?”
Pair up quotes:
“I won’t let you fall.”
“All you need is hope.”
“I shall assist in this darkness.” |
1,529 | 32 | 7 | 470 | 1,609 | Nice to meet you Millow...and he seems like a good guy compared to most of the soldiers here to be honest. You too and I'm fine...used to long marches and such like this. Nothing too crazy. He keeps very careful note of the lack of equipment on the man and shakes his head sighing. The Nohr forces were definitely able to spare the equipment to all its units, must really stink to be this guy. Taka smiles back a bit and tries to scan the horizon that they were all approaching...noticing the Hoshidan forces in the distance.
"We're going to have one hell of a fight soon...you sure you didn't leave any equipment or such anywhere? Or at least have a good partner of sorts to back you up? Not even a shield...it may be a problem. Me, I could probably dodge a few bad blows if I'm lucky...but rather not watch a good person like you to get hit or anything. Seem like a good guy after all." | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Nickname: "Ta" or "Ta-Da"
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Outlaw
Home Country: Hoshido (but Outlaw working for Nohr)
Stands 5'5"
Personality:
Taka isn't the kindest to most people. This led to his problem of having made no friends among the Nohrian forces. His problem is his constant teasing of one person, to the point of abusing them with facts or mainly "unhappy" words of one's past. Another key factor is that he isn't the bravest when presented on the front lines. The sight of an axe-wielding barbarian makes him quake in his boots and would rather run, especially if he has no reason nor major contribution at that position. If not, a surprise attack would REALLY catch him by surprise. Finally, his loyalty to the few he would trust/make friends with is undying. As long as they're involved in a situation, he'll stand his ground and gladly give his life for the sake of them living...that is if they're really his true friends.
Biography/History:
His family was originally a strong group of Samurai and Swordmasters in Hoshido. However, due to his fear of fighting with a blade, he desperately looked for a way to escape. The only man he could have turned to was his grandfather who spent his entire lifetime training with practically every tool and weapon in existence. Taka's teacher/grandfather did his best to teach him a way to help others, even if using a bow means shooting from a longer range than the sword. Eventually, his skills with the bow proved to the grandfather that this grandson had no less determination or courage like his siblings and family to become a brave warrior. However, his frequent absences from sword training to practice with a bow led to him being exiled from the family. His grandfather followed his now favorite pupil who was brave enough to turn against his own family to find justice. His training of Taka led to Taka's training into becoming an Outlaw in Nohr. As Taka crossed the border and join the Nohrian forces, his grandfather sacrificed himself as they were caught by a Nohrian patrol under the lead of a certain evil and malicious looking king. Taka swore revenge against the man who took his grandfather's life, making sure to use his new skills in order to train and make himself an even deadlier shot. His lifestyle in the Nohrian Army now leads to him being caught at the near front lines of a showdown with the Hoshidan one...
Weapon: Iron Bow
Items: Vulnary |
1,530 | 32 | 8 | 2,595 | 7,032 | We're supporting the vanguard you blood thirsty maniac. But fine I'll wager that you're going to be the first one shot with an arrow. came a well spoke cavalier much to the chagrin of his commanding officer who decided to say screw it and let his men make last second bets on their own time. "Ten gold that Richards ends up with the most kills." came a younger cavalier with a grin on his face as the older cavalier grunted indifferently. It seemed that the group at least knew each other well enough. A few of the others in the troop went on with bets accepting and declining them at random. But not to loudly as to tip of Leo.
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"Commander says we're just fodder for Lord Xander's cavalry units. Us conscripts are just here to lighten up the load. Quartermaster didn't even give me a second look. He looked me right in the eye and told me I wasn't going to make it to far. I aim to prove'em wrong. My daddy tells me all the time that I'm the best hunter in the village. I wager I can hold my own with others around me. I mean the Hoshidans have a cushiony life from what I hear. Don't make'em like we do in Nohr." Millow said with a chuckle as he raised his arm to show off his rather ample bicep on his free arm. "I'm glad to hear you're able to handle all of this. I use to hike in the mountains to look for game and go out into those creepy forests with my pals. Builds stamina the higher you go and the more often you go there." Millow continued with confidence. However when Taka brought up the fact that people were not going to watch his back Millow became a little bit less confident. "Huh people watchin' my back? Ain't that what the other guys are meant to do? Well if that ain't the case I'm not as full of myself as I was a couple seconds ago. How about you cover me bucko? I'll make sure none of them spear guys come at you from up close. Swords shouldn't be a problem either. Not a fan of those guys with magic though. The village mage back where I come from doesn't really talk much but he's righty dangerous. Can't imagine what military guys are like." Millow asked Taka with a bit of a shakey tone added to his voice. It was clear he wasn't expecting to be fighting any mages anytime soon.
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As Audric ran he felt his legs grumble in response to his every step. Hours of running now had made his body sore and it was going to be a miracle if he could lift his axe soon. He had fought in prolonged chases before but never with high stakes like this. There was always someone with him on his bandit hunts. Now he was alone. It was a sobering thought that if anything happened Audric would die out here. His silver armor would fade away eventually become rusted. His beloved daywalker would shatter underneath the dirt. He...he couldn't afford to let that happen. Not because of him...but because of his family. He needed to go back home and make sure Nolan had his right hand brother back. And Keith...No he wouldn't put that on his little brother. However as he ran forward it became increasingly clear he was nearing his destination. However something unexpected was coming up. He could see....was that...a civilian?! No way...not out here! It was too close to the field! It was a woman on her horse it appeared. Audric didn't slow his pace however. He continued forward at his break neck pace. However he couldn't let her just..."Hey get moving! There's a war about to break out soon! Get out of this area!" Audric shouted loudly and as clearly as he could. He passed by the woman at this point and kept moving. "It's not safe here! Get movin-ah!" Audric stumbled as his foot got caught in a hole in the ground probably some animal's home. He fell forward and landed heavily on the ground. Pain shot through his foot but he didn't shout because his lack of breath combined with the fall made him go into a coughing fit. "Agh...damn....damn it...come on...get up!" Audric growled at himself between coughs. He felt his body hurt all over as he tried to force his body to stand up. But it was resisting him with all of it's power. He couldn't fail now...he was so close... | Name: Audric
Nicknames: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Class: Lord
Home country: Nestra, Cyrkensia
Appearance:
Audric is a grey haired young male with something between a slender and muscular build. He isn't bulky but he is fit and well kept. He has pale white skin and dark green eyes that match his late father's. His hair is short cut and silky to the touch. He is not particularly tall or short around the average size for a male of his age. In battle he tends to wear light Silver plate mail armor that protects his chest, legs, and forearms. In casual attire he tends to wear predominately white or blue clothes. Nothing abnormally fancy or show preferring simpler clothes to his more fancy attire he wears while at home.
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Personality: Prideful, loving, kind, forgiving, and honest Audric has always been a boy of good character and well intentions. His initial reaction to anything is to settle it peacefully but is just as well willing to use violence if it comes down to it. A doting brother, friend, and humanitarian Audric always wanted to grow up to be a person that could take care of others around him and be the stuff of the heroes he heard about so often inspired by the stories of past kings and especially was fond of King Sumeragi of Hoshido whom he had met on a special occasion as a child. He seeks to improve himself as a combatant and fighter and he is willing to listen to those above and below his level of combative ability to fix weak spots in his technique. He is more than willing to offer a hand to those in need of assistance and finds it personally awarding to do so without expecting a reward or compensation but does not begrudge someone for offering him something in return. He has always found the night and dusk to be the most beautiful time of day and is fond of sky gazing and picking out constellations in the stars above. He loves to mess around and joke with friends about all sorts of affairs when allowed to.
As a noble he is kind to his servants and treats them with respect above all always noting their accomplishments over their failures and wishes for them to improve just as he strives to do so himself. He treats them as equally as possible while maintaining his position as the current heir to his household. He is noted for playing with the servants' children in his spare time and sparring with his guards on his off time. He feels it is a liege's personal obligation to respect those who serve them and know as many as possible.
His family to him is everything and Audric is willing to go to extreme lengths to help out his elder brother in anything. Ever since his father passed away when he was a teen he had only wished to please his brother and while some see him a content fool he is ignorant of those claims simply stating he is fine with his life of adventure, heroics, and diplomacy. He does not seek his family's fame as one of the richest and powerful in the country of Nestra but he does take pride in his blood line not allowing his actions to besmirch his family name unless driven by his innate sense of justice and freedom.
Though he is kind he is also very vindictive when crossed and a betrayal of his trust is something he views as inexcusable. He is more than willing to let someone walk but if need be he can be as cold as ice in winter killing people without regret. His pride in his family leads him to thoroughly despise anyone who attempts to hurt his loved ones, or his family never truly forgiving them in his heart even if he tolerates their presence around him. His anger has often led him into bad situations involving bandits which has nearly cost him his life on a few occasions during his teenage years. Though he has somewhat quelled the black flames that engulf his heart when enraged it is still terrifying to see him when pushed to his limit.
Though he hates backing down from a fight he intends to win he can see the point in strategic retreats though he himself adopts the mindset of absolutely destroying his enemies. He is protective of his allies and tends to do his best to defend them in the midst of an all out battle. He tries to quake an inner blood lust by depending on his inner sensibilities to calm himself which sometimes causes issues in battle making him unsure if he himself wants to kill someone or simply injuring them.
Biography/history:
Born in Cyrkensia without any problems young Audric was from the start destined to play second fiddle to his elder brother Nolan who was to succeed his father as head of the family. Still despite this his parents always insisted they had great plans for the boy and had loved him since before he had even come into the world. His mother was the last known member of her own merchant house and had married into Audric's father's house out of love not political convenience. Audric's mother's name was Moriko of Hoshidan ancestry and was beloved by her people and his father's name was Nathaniel who came from mixed Nohrian and Wind Tribe ancestry.
As a young toddler Audric was often accompanied by his older brother Nolan who doted on his younger sibling with all the love Audric could have ever wanted the two basically being inseparable. His grandfather also read to him the short time he remained before he passed away leaving a few fond memories of pure happiness and joy shared with two of the most important people too him. He enjoyed reading and watching the dancers in the city more often than seeing his brother spar with his trainers but he found it equally as interesting and cheered on his brother. He spent time with his mother walking in gardens and visiting other noble houses around his town and the general region of Nohr where he would ironically meet Princess Camilaa of Nohr for the first time becoming a quick friend of hers with his upbeat attitude. His brother Nolan often sparred and played with Prince Xander of Nohr as well when the King came to visit to listen to the beautiful music of the city. Audric would come to respect and think of Xander as an older brother to some regard but eventually the time would come to an end and he has not seen Xander in a long time.
His father often spent time with him, and Nolan engaging them in debates about life and what it means to be a noble lord of their house. In fact Audric would eventually ask himself many personal questions based on the conundrums presented by their father and he loved how easily the answers came when his brother pointed them out personally. In fact a young Xander would be the one to teach Audric some of his own philosophies on justice before the two became distant. Though the biggest impact on his life came form his first meeting with King Sumeragi when he was on crusp of becoming a young adolescent not long before the man's death and the eventual fall in relations between Hoshido and Nohr. Sumeragi had been a close friend of Audric's father whom had given him help with previous endeavors in the markets around the principality of Nestra. Sumeragi had come to Nestra to speak about a trade dispute for which Audric's father had insisted on helping him with but due to various issues Sumeragi had to come visit the city personally one day. Audric actually spent the majority of a day with the king learning and asking questions about Hoshidan culture and the king's duties. Sumeragi fond the young budding noble to be a good lad and when the end of the day came spent the time gazing at the sunset together on top of the mansion Sumeragi claiming the boy had potential to be a strong souled warrior.
After the death of Sumeragi by the assumed hands of King Garon, and a sudden death of his father by way of illness Audric entered his teen years with little in the way of parental guidance outside of his butler Hanzo and his mother. Nolan ascended to take control of the family immediately and despite his duties he often came to his brother's room to find comfort in their shared grieving for the death of both the Hoshidan King and their late father. His mother was on the way with another child by the time Nolan become lord of the house and Audric was both saddened the boy or girl coming would never see his or her father but intended to make up for it. He took little notice between the deepening distrust between Nohr and their house but Audric often tried to write to Camila or Xander with little success eventually giving up on the matter all together.
It was when he was a teenager that his brother first insisted he learn how to fight professionally and with talent. Though Audric had taken up the practice of using a toy and wooden spear as a child Audric never really fancied combat at all. Nolan knew the young man had talent and insisted his younger brother learn how to defend himself and others at all costs. Audric quickly took to using a lance in combat though on happenstance he tried an axe and found the power of the weapon more to his liking than the lance. His brother then had his retainers help train Audric on the side when Nolan was too busy with his own work as lord.
Audric's teen years were quick and fantastical not only did he quickly find his niche as a warrior in his own right as he traveled Nestra fighting bandits and promoting peace between houses but he also become a proud older brother to a young boy who was called Keith who had been born with a strange monochrome pair of eyes one blue and the other green. Audric was a fantastic older brother to the young boy and the pair quickly become the best of friends though Audric would always be closer to his brother Nolan who tried to spend time with Keith but with his growing age found it harder and harder to properly keep track of things. It was around this time Samanthia had appeared out of nowhere and became his retainer after Audric showed her and her Pegasus a kindness. She claimed that she had no one else to go to and gladly offered her services to him.
It would be his proudest and saddest moment of his life when he first stormed into battle and took down a bandit chief all by his lonesome mastering his own brutal fighting style with an axe with the help of his soldiers and friends in Nestra. It became sad when he found out back home mother had passed away from prolonged illness after she had given birth to Keith. Audric cried for days but promised he'd become the man his mother always wanted him to be and he'd make his father proud to call him his son. Audric had continued to live his life this way until recently....
Word had reached Cyrkensia of troubles in the lands between Hoshido and Nohr. Fearing the worst Audric personally left his retainers and allies behind to find out what was happening. It was only days prior too reaching Hoshido's capital to meet Lord Ryoma when he found out that Queen Mikoto had been reunited with a lost son...and had been promptly killed by an unknown assailant days prior. It would be on a fateful day when he finally caught up to them all....
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Weapons:
Daywalker (Forged Steel Axe) - An ornate (steel) axe with a diamond pommel and a fine silver coating. Deceptively dangerous and well made capable of crushing enemies.
Hand Axe
Items: Vulnerary
Other:
Retainer(s):
Samanthia - Sky/Pegasus Knight of Unknown Origins |
1,531 | 32 | 9 | 1,527 | 470 | Fatigue was starting to settle in on Emerald's horse, his pace having slowed down by a wide margin since starting. Though, Emerald kept him at the speed he was now going, a feeling inside telling her that she was near. That feeling was all but confirmed when she heard a voice up ahead yelling about how there was a war about to break out, causing Emerald to give a sigh of relief. She wasn't late to the party after all, and it seemed she was almost earlier than she expected. Though, tracing where she heard the voice, she noticed some sort of knight up ahead, going full sprint. He must have passed her, which made sense seeing as her horse was tiring out.
She could only watch as he tripped and fell with a loud thud, her eyes widening when he didn't get back him. "Whoa!" She told her horse, causing him to come to a halt near the fallen soldier. Emerald swiftly jumped off his back, grabbing her heal staff in a rush as she had done a thousand times before. He didn't seem like a Nohrian, as his armor was silver, but he didn't look like a Hoshidan either. Was he some type of sellsword? Whatever the case, she did not care as he was in need of her help, and so she bent down to face him, noticing him struggle to get back up. Maybe he was just as tired as Aegis was...
"It appears like you could use some help... Here, allow me." She said in a warm, comforting voice, raising her staff up above her head and watching as her magic poured out in a burst of light towards Audric. Maybe, she thought, that would help him, or at least ease his pain. | Name: Emerald
Nicknames: Emm
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: Troubadour
Home country: Macarath, Nohr
Personality: Emm is very professionally-capable, friendly, and a relaxed person. She is a composed and collected individual who, despite being raised in Nohr, is modest and patient around people, making her very sociable. Additionally, she tends to be quite formal in the way she speaks or acts. As a righteous person who treats people equally regardless of their background, Emerald can’t stand discrimination or unnecessary violence. This has made her into a very selfless and helpful person, which in turn helps very well in her line of work.
In bad or dire situations, Emm is a quick-thinker, doing her best to solve the issue with either her staves or with the help of her allies. She relies heavily on being able to avoid direct conflict as she is defenseless, and so she has to be level-headed in combat so that she herself isn’t vulnerable. She knows she isn’t particularly strong in terms of brute strength or pain tolerance, and so she is somewhat cautious when in combat situations. However, that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to take risks to save a life.
An engaged person, Emm takes her studies in herbs and healing, along with relationships, equally seriously, making her a bit stubborn and emotionally sensitive. However, this is due to her loyalty as well as her good intent. She is known to hold grudges against those who have severely hurt her feelings, though she is willing to eventually forgive them with a simple apology from their part. She is also willing to hold secrets and help friends in need, sometimes without considering the consequences.
Her former home of Macarath has prevented her from forming any kind of meaningful, long-lasting relationships with people, instead simply forming short, easily broken bonds. Due to this, Emm has little experience with people and it can be seen in her own optimistic attitude, being very likely to apologize even if there was nothing wrong. She feels as if she is incapable of forming a real friendship with anyone, so much so that she may not consider you a friend, even if you do.
As stated a bit earlier, Emm is also willing to take risks for the greater good, and always concerned herself with the ethics of making decisions. Almost selfless to a fault, Emm is willing to put others before herself, and unfortunately, this trait also has the potential to harm her the most.
Biography/history:
Emerald was born into a noble family in Cheve, of knights who took pride in Cheve's reputation of producing such capable warriors. They had already had several young, aspiring boys, and when it came to Emm, they had high expectations as she was their first daughter. They hoped, much like her mother, that she would become a powerhouse, but they learned early on that their daughter was not like a majority of the family. While they all wanted to wrestle or fight, she did her best to scold them, as children do, instead of joining the conflict. Instead of wanting to learn how to fight, their youngest instead wanted to pick flowers. This much softer soul made her parents wonder what to do with her, while little Emm was none the wiser of her parents supposed disappointment in her. They began to think of a use of their daughter, and it didn’t take them long to come up with one.
It was at this young age that she was sent to live with her Aunt in Macarath, too young to hold any real memories of her family, thus making it easier for her to settle in the Nohrian town. Her aunt was one of the many apothecary’s there, and upon her arrival young Emerald was soon taken as an apprentice. Instead of fighting, she found herbs, practiced medicine with her aunt. It was a much more suitable lifestyle, and while her aunt would leave from time to time to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the various entertainment in town, Emerald was satisfied, essentially doing the same thing she had done in Cheve, but with direction and a purpose. So much so, that as she got a little older, her aunt gifted her a horse so that she could easily traverse the surrounding area and town when she wanted, looking for healing herbs, or simply new plants, and recording them for later.
These studies continued onward into her teens, where it was then that she began to take notice of a different kind of magic, solely meant for healing and speeding up the healing process through the use of said magic. Through her studies, she learned that there were staffs that could act as a conduit for this magic. Astounded, Emerald began the slow process of learning how to use such a thing. Her aunt from time to time would bring her a teacher, helping her learn a bit more in this new magic to her, along with expanding her knowledge of medicine.
Her determination stemmed from the letters she would often receive from her family in Cheve, a family she could hardly remember, but that she loved nonetheless. They praised her for her dedication to healing, Emerald unknowing that they simply wanted someone in the family who could take care of them if they were wounded. Even if these letters were few and far inbetween, Emerald did her best to keep in touch. Though, her destiny would not be towards them.
Recently, Emerald was tasked with taking medical supplies to the front lines, being told that something big was about to happen. Stories of a Nohrian Prince being held captive by Hoshido, and an assault to get him back. It would be a relatively new experience to go into a tactical battle, or, well, war, as her prior experience with healing was either in infirmaries or from bandit attacks. Now, riding onto the scene, she can only watch as her late arrival has separated her from the Nohrian troops after her delivery...
Weapons:
Heal
Rescue
Items: Vulnerary
Other: Fun stuff if she was in game.
Critical Quotes(If she survives to promote) :
“Stand down!”
“I cannot allow you to persist!”
“Wrong choice!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Hope will never be silent!”
“I stand idle no longer!”
Enemy defeat:
“I’m so sorry.”
“If only things were different…”
“Rest peacefully.”
“Is this path truly justified?”
Pair up quotes:
“I won’t let you fall.”
“All you need is hope.”
“I shall assist in this darkness.” |
1,532 | 32 | 10 | 729 | 2,152 | I'll take that bet, hell, I bet I'll score more Hoshidan slaughtered than you, my timid friend.
Ansgar was not stupid enough to tip of Prince Leo, that would not end well for all parties involved. After all, getting his desire to charge headlong into battle sidelined by one of the Nohrian royalty would not do at all. All bets aside, he was stuck waiting for the order to charge. And as desperately as he wanted it to come sooner, he couldn't just off and rush into a battle alone. That wouldn't even be a last stand, he'd be dead before he got close. And without slaying at least one other person, that would not do at all! He did tease the old cavalier that had made the comment on him getting felled by an arrow in the first volley. Not like he would go down that easily to a single arrow, he would not ever go that quietly into the night. | Name:
Ansgar Staudinger
Nicknames:
Anni (He would much rather people not use that)
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Class:
Cavalier
Home Country:
Cheve
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Personality:
On the surface, Ansgar is a simple man. A preferance for the drink and relaxation over intense study, conditioning or training would make one suspect that this Cheve Cavalier is as much an outcast from the three Knight Companies of Cheve who wouldn't, or couldn't be bothered to train and condition himself to wear the heavy armor of a knight as he is just not interested in their prideful manners. Selling his lance for coin has given him a, no puns intended, cavalier attitude towards grand, noble causes. He isn't some hero of old or a legendary paragon of nobility, considering himself just an expendable asset in the eyes of the noble powers that be. Coupled with his self imposed exile from Cheve, he has developed an almost a split personality when it comes to his lifestyle at peace or when at war. Due to his transient loyalties that comes and goes with the flow of gold, most tend not to become readily aware of the strange shifts of who he is dependent on the situation.
Most casual observers who've noted the Cheve native in battle, which is what most people who are aware of the man see, note Ansgar as a death seeker, to put it nicely. Ansgar picks out a vital target in the enemy ranks, regardless of the threat to himself that would occur by charging, and put himself into a death charge, screaming defiance into any arrows, magic, or other weapons of shocked or confused enemy ranks as he weaves his way towards his target, aiming to put the full momentum of his mad charge behind his lance, having once, while learning to use the lances properly, had a bad habit of breaking off part of a lance inside his unfortunate target. When on the field, he is ruthless to a fault, sparing no one in his charge, targets of opportunity that arise while charging seeing no mercy from the charging cavalier. Exaustion and irritation set in soon after a fight, making him bitter and unsocialable soon after a conflict concludes and he yet finds himself breathing still.
Far rarer for most folks to know is his peacetime persona, or the one Ansgar adopts when not mounted and riding into battle. Much like who he was prior to his self imposed exile, a freewheeling and, preferably, intoxicated young man enjoying his early adulthood despite the war. Slow to anger and quick to forgive, he speaks freely and, often times, without a filter between his mind and his mouth, often commenting on someone or someone with an honest to a fault mentality. Perhaps the only thing he is worse at than lying, is women. Perhaps due to his near constant off battle intoxication, or his blunt, honest and often brutal statements on other people's character and manner of presentation, he has suffered the cold shoulder and angry hand of many a village woman as he rode, half falling off his horse, through their town. But he does mean well, for what its worth, preferring the faults be openly pointed out. After all, how can one address a fault if they cannot plainly see it?
Biography/history:
Born in Cheve to a pair of knights, his father a mounted Great Knight whilst his mother was a highly experienced Knight in her own right, it was expected that Ansgar would follow in their family lineage. The eldest in the family, with two younger sisters who both showed notable talent in Light and Dark magics, respectively, the two younger sisters were sent to study abroad once reaching the appropriate age, to more properly utilize their magical talents. The youngest went to Hoshido to learn from Hoshidan Monks, while the middle sister went to a Nohrian academy for dark mages, the divergent paths creating a great deal of strife and competition between the two whenever they crossed paths. Their eldest brother, Ansgar, and also completely and utterly hopeless with a spell tome, found himself playing diplomat between the two when he wasn't getting drilled into exhaustion by his family. And such would be his early formative years, learning to ride and fight from atop a horse from his father, while his mother would instruct him on proper weapon's techniques, offensive and defensive.
Even though Ansgar was, for most children of other lands, strong for his age, he lacked the frame and raw muscle to support a Knight's heavy armor, and seemed to have a stark aversion to their approach of grinding forward through a fight with shield and lance. This created a great deal of argument between Ansgar and his parents, who expected him to wear the heavy mantle of knighthood and march to war along with the order their family had sworn themselves to, owing as both his other siblings were abroad as mages and scholars instead of staying at home to learn the family trade. Many nights were spent arguing, and it would come to a head when his father, tired of his son's insubordinate refusal to take up the armor of a knight, intended to whip sense into him, literally as well as figuratively. Upon hearing of his father's intentions, Ansgar instead took up arms, finding himself opposed to his father, in his full armor astride a horse, while he was on the young thoroughbred that he had grown up learning to ride and fight on. Iron and determination versus steel and experience, Ansgar had one advantage the old man was unaware of. His father was deadly confident in his armor and ability to shrug off a hit, the crush of armored warhorse and biting sting of silver lance preventing a counter assault from being effective.
Ansgar fled, fully knowing his father was a far more experienced rider and would likely catch up to the boy as he rode hard into the woods, waiting for his old man to ride too close at full gallop, bursting forth in a desperate, all or nothing charge against the unready Great Knight. Whether it was luck or divine guidance, Ansgar's iron lance found a gap in the armor of his father, snapping off the lance in his side and striking what would be a fatal wound against the man, sending him collapsing. Fear of retribution and punishment gripped him, and he rode hard into the night, leaving the armored horse and dying form of his father, never confirming the fact he was indeed dead. Whether he was or not mattered not to the tortured mind of Ansgar, who had never slain another until that fateful night, and he found himself torn into two separate people, figuratively speaking. With the only skills he knew being warfare, he sold his skills to whomever could afford them, usually Nohrian regiments who needed extra bodies. Ansgar would slip into a blood thirsty death seeker when riding in battle, and find himself drunk and free when off the field. It was a strange dichotomy that disturbed him, but he hid it well. After all, the coin was often good, the drink came cheap, and he was etching out a living free of the expectations from his family.
Routinely selling his skills to the Nohrian army led Ansgar to many dubious activities and engagements, including early attempts to breach and invade Hoshido, foiled due to Queen Mitoko's barrier sapping their will to fight and causing them to stumble back to Nohrian controlled holdings, dazed, confused, but unharmed. Ansgar would ride into many situations, from putting down renegade Faceless to suppressing rebellions with a brutal and heavy hand. Ansgar felt regret for being little more than a brutish tool for oppression and cleaning up the dirty messes of Nohr, but he was paid well, so he kept his silence and rode hard, reveling in every battle while waiting for that fateful arrow or blow to fell him at last. The strike would never come, rather, and he would spend seven years riding hard, honing his skills and drinking and being merry, an unusual sight in often somber and serious Nohr regiments. Soon he would find himself at a very fateful day, when Nohr and Hoshido would finally meet in open war, riding openly alongside the flying banners of Nohr, paid to slaughter every Hoshidan he could reach.
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Weapons:
Iron Sword
Steel Lance
Items:
Other:
The most likely to inadvertently insult an ally.
Has two sisters who he often has to play the voice of reason between, should fortune frown upon him and stumble across them together again. |
1,533 | 32 | 11 | 470 | 1,609 | Magic users are your weakness huh? Well, don't worry. I'll be sure to fill those magic users with arrows before they get the chance to...Millow. That and I wouldn't underestimate the Hoshidan forces, they usually send in only talented warriors after thorough training...even conscripts. Though it really is unfortunate that you have no extra equipment, remind me to see if I can get you some when we get the chance to get out of this. Plus you're forgetting that most of the other forces in the front are charging right in, so I kinda prefer hanging in the back like this.
Taka sighs as he had to point things out to the other soldier. Sure, Taka himself wasn't the best nor wisest, but he could figure out the obvious. That and he had a good meatshield to depend on that could cover up for his weakness. After all, who knows how things could turn out? Maybe he'll get down in one hit or stay true and take the hits like he guaranteed. Just time will tell after the battle actually starts... | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Nickname: "Ta" or "Ta-Da"
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Outlaw
Home Country: Hoshido (but Outlaw working for Nohr)
Stands 5'5"
Personality:
Taka isn't the kindest to most people. This led to his problem of having made no friends among the Nohrian forces. His problem is his constant teasing of one person, to the point of abusing them with facts or mainly "unhappy" words of one's past. Another key factor is that he isn't the bravest when presented on the front lines. The sight of an axe-wielding barbarian makes him quake in his boots and would rather run, especially if he has no reason nor major contribution at that position. If not, a surprise attack would REALLY catch him by surprise. Finally, his loyalty to the few he would trust/make friends with is undying. As long as they're involved in a situation, he'll stand his ground and gladly give his life for the sake of them living...that is if they're really his true friends.
Biography/History:
His family was originally a strong group of Samurai and Swordmasters in Hoshido. However, due to his fear of fighting with a blade, he desperately looked for a way to escape. The only man he could have turned to was his grandfather who spent his entire lifetime training with practically every tool and weapon in existence. Taka's teacher/grandfather did his best to teach him a way to help others, even if using a bow means shooting from a longer range than the sword. Eventually, his skills with the bow proved to the grandfather that this grandson had no less determination or courage like his siblings and family to become a brave warrior. However, his frequent absences from sword training to practice with a bow led to him being exiled from the family. His grandfather followed his now favorite pupil who was brave enough to turn against his own family to find justice. His training of Taka led to Taka's training into becoming an Outlaw in Nohr. As Taka crossed the border and join the Nohrian forces, his grandfather sacrificed himself as they were caught by a Nohrian patrol under the lead of a certain evil and malicious looking king. Taka swore revenge against the man who took his grandfather's life, making sure to use his new skills in order to train and make himself an even deadlier shot. His lifestyle in the Nohrian Army now leads to him being caught at the near front lines of a showdown with the Hoshidan one...
Weapon: Iron Bow
Items: Vulnary |
1,534 | 32 | 12 | 2,595 | 7,032 | Hey now bad thinkin' like that ain't gonna win us this skirmish. We gotta stand strong for everyone! Millow said proudly with a smile. "Still wish we didn't need to hurt no one but with things like they are back home...can't blame people for being edgy, and pushy with these Hoshidans. You know I never seen the sun so bright it's rather pretty ain't it? Oh I'm sorry I'm mouthing up a storm and you're just sitting there listening to me gawk at things I don't even fully get. Look let's just think positive alright?" Milow still kept his optimistic view as best he could trying to keep his upbeat attitude. Xander was at the front of the line, far up front shouted, "We're going to be nearing the border soon! Men and women of Nohr prepare yourselves for the Hoshidans! They will fight for every inch of land! But don't falter and do not surrender!" Xander said with his usual monotone but fierce voice he kept perfect calm as the soldiers in front cheered. They were the vanguard after all they got the honor to fight side by side with Xander no matter the outcome. "Today we will prove once and for all that we shall not back down from Hoshido and their false pride! Nohr will push back their finest soldiers, destroy their hope, and reclaim our lost prince! They will pay for kidnapping one our royal princes! We are the greatest nation in the world. Our swords will shatter their shields, our arrows will break their wills, our magic will smash against them and rend their lives! Together with me soldiers of Nohr! I will do my best to lead you to victory! Now forward!"
Xander's men blew a horn in the air and it reverberated around the Nohrian forces. It was a hollow and depressing sound but it signified that they had reached their destination. Xander looked around at his men his all too familiar frown plastered on his face. His intentions were simple and clear: He was going to rescue his brother and bring him back home. If he was with Hoshido however he was bound to have known the truth by now. He was not his brother by blood or any other means. It didn't matter to Xander one bit. Corrin for all of his naivete for all of his faults was Xander's brother blood or not. He was intent on doing all he could to save him even if Corrin didn't want to be saved. Elise and Camilla stood behind him ready to aid him at the moment's call. Leo was also nearby commanding the units Xander had left him in charge of. Xander knew Leo was the finest commander in all of Nohr his strategies unparalleled and his magic strong. He knew victory was going to be theirs.
They bask in their own hollowness in the sun and take for granted their wealth. Fear not their blades and spears for you are the finest soldiers in the land! Prove your strength and destroy the enemy! For King Garon! For your families! For NOHR!" Xander called out as the front lines soldiers all rushed out towards an open field. There was a line of Hoshidan soldiers already there waiting for them.
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Saito of Hoshido, a samurai under the command of Prince Ryoma and one of his veteran commanders, was addressing his men when he was cut short as he heard the call of a proud and noble Hoshidan horn sounding the incoming Nohrian invasion. "So it starts then? I'm sorry I must cut this brief discussion short. Prepare for your first true taste of war. Prince Xander's men are not to be trifled with." Saito said coolly as he marched forward towards Ryoma who stood at the front of the line of his men. Samurai, Ninja, and other forces prepared themselves. Yukimura himself at Ryoma's side as he prepared to address the troops one last time. "Men I make this clear and simple: Nohr will not stop here. The men of Nohr have cowardly sent waves of faceless after us and brought ruin and destruction to our capital itself. Hundreds of Hoshidans have known loss to Garon's cowardly tactics! BUT NO MORE! We have lost a queen, our beloved Queen Mikoto, but today we have a new prince at our side! My countrymen I ask of you only one thing: To defend your families! Hoshido must not and will not fall to those monsters! They are the ones who would let the world burn for their own selfish gains, and let civilians die for their damnable schemes! LET US SHOW THEM THE TRUE MIGHTY OF OUR NATION! Do not falter but do not worry if you fall in battle we will not forget you! Do not fear the darkness for the light banishes the dark with it's presence! ONWARD!" Ryoma said unleashing Raijinto from it's sheath as he himself led the troops towards the river.
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Audric looked back at the woman who he had warned just moments ago. He felt a calm soothing feeling wash over him like a cool fountain of water. His energy replenished to a degree and he could move on his own. One way or another he supposed he owed this woman an explanation. "Miss my name is Audric. I am the heir to the mayoral district of Cyrkensia. I am out here on my own volition. In good concious I must warn you I believe Prince Ryoma and Xander are going to clash soon. I think it will be nearby. This is a direct route into Hoshido and Xander is leading Nohr's armies to attack Ryoma's forces. Please good miss I beg of you if you do not wish harm upon yourself to get as far away from here as possible. Please. There's a temple to the clerics of the Sun Dragon nearby to the north. I will not tell you what you can and can't do. But I don't believe a woman like yourself would be fit to go into the situation I'm forcing myself into." Audric said with a calm politeness but a firm edge to his voice. He wanted to make sure he got across that he was completely serious. "If you come to my city, and be it that the gods intend I survive, I will repay you for your kindness. Fair well and good luck be with you." Audric said as suddenly a horn blew in the distance. Audric's body tensed up and he ran forward once more.
Audric huffed and nearly collapsed on his knees once more as he finally arrived his brow dripping with sweat. He could even feel it accumulating inside of his armor. "Am...Am I on time? This can't be the wrong place I know it can't be!" Audric said his grey hair clinging to his head as he shook off his exhaustion. He had fought in worse conditions before like in that bog that one time in Cheve where he chased those bandits down. He couldn't believe that he had missed his chance or he made an awful mistake. Ryoma, Crown Prince of Hoshido...where were you!? He had to get to him before things got out of hand! If he could reach him maybe he could-
Audric was cut off as he felt a hollow feeling deep inside of his gut he shook his head. "No...NO! Damn it!" Audric roared as he looked up at the sky and saw the start of the Nohrian assault. He saw the man in front and he couldn't tell if he was happy....or extremely disappointed. "Xander...I thought you were better than this! Why are you here!? Son of a dastard! But wait....maybe-" Audric's hopes were dashed rather quickly once more as he heard a counter horn bellow and soon enough he heard the sound of a march. Audric had failed...failed miserably he couldn't stop it and all of his efforts were ruined! He watched the initial clash Nohr had the upper hand but Xander quickly ordered a charged which was met by a man in bright red armor. Even from the distance Audric was at he could tell that man was not wielding a normal blade. It must have been Prince Ryoma...it had to have been him! He was too far out of ear shot to actually hear the man shout but he probably guess the jest of it. But he must admit Ryoma must've been far above him as a warrior but Audric knew the fighting prowess of the Nohrian Crown Prince all too well. "Nolan....Keith....brothers. Peoples of Hoshido, and Nohr. I'm sorry I wish I could've done more." Audric said giving up he felt the will drain out of him as he fell to his knees. To make matter worse...he saw Hoshidan reinforcements....Audric shook his head at the futility of it but then the thought came to him of what his brothers would say of the young Nestran Noble if they saw him pitying his own failure like this. What would his retainers think? Audric growled and roused himself from his state and went forward. If he could make them listen he would.
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The cavalier forces charged at the rear lines of Ryoma's first division and unexpectedly the cavaliers Richards, and Clay were shot in the arms by arrows aimed by snipers from Hoshido. However the initial clash was far from over the Paladin in charge of Ansgar's unit was more than capable he slew a oni-savage and a samurai with two clean blade slashes and the noble cavalier was more than capable as he easily engaged in combat with two paired up Hoshidan Spearmen. It seemed that the ground soldiers nearby where being slaughtered though. Millow stood back with his men in a defensive line as he and his fellow conscripts let the enemy samurai break themselves upon a makeshift spear wall. The actual professional soldiers were busy desperately trying to fend off Ryoma's assault. The battle had begun and it had entered a quickly bloody start. | Name: Audric
Nicknames: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Class: Lord
Home country: Nestra, Cyrkensia
Appearance:
Audric is a grey haired young male with something between a slender and muscular build. He isn't bulky but he is fit and well kept. He has pale white skin and dark green eyes that match his late father's. His hair is short cut and silky to the touch. He is not particularly tall or short around the average size for a male of his age. In battle he tends to wear light Silver plate mail armor that protects his chest, legs, and forearms. In casual attire he tends to wear predominately white or blue clothes. Nothing abnormally fancy or show preferring simpler clothes to his more fancy attire he wears while at home.
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Personality: Prideful, loving, kind, forgiving, and honest Audric has always been a boy of good character and well intentions. His initial reaction to anything is to settle it peacefully but is just as well willing to use violence if it comes down to it. A doting brother, friend, and humanitarian Audric always wanted to grow up to be a person that could take care of others around him and be the stuff of the heroes he heard about so often inspired by the stories of past kings and especially was fond of King Sumeragi of Hoshido whom he had met on a special occasion as a child. He seeks to improve himself as a combatant and fighter and he is willing to listen to those above and below his level of combative ability to fix weak spots in his technique. He is more than willing to offer a hand to those in need of assistance and finds it personally awarding to do so without expecting a reward or compensation but does not begrudge someone for offering him something in return. He has always found the night and dusk to be the most beautiful time of day and is fond of sky gazing and picking out constellations in the stars above. He loves to mess around and joke with friends about all sorts of affairs when allowed to.
As a noble he is kind to his servants and treats them with respect above all always noting their accomplishments over their failures and wishes for them to improve just as he strives to do so himself. He treats them as equally as possible while maintaining his position as the current heir to his household. He is noted for playing with the servants' children in his spare time and sparring with his guards on his off time. He feels it is a liege's personal obligation to respect those who serve them and know as many as possible.
His family to him is everything and Audric is willing to go to extreme lengths to help out his elder brother in anything. Ever since his father passed away when he was a teen he had only wished to please his brother and while some see him a content fool he is ignorant of those claims simply stating he is fine with his life of adventure, heroics, and diplomacy. He does not seek his family's fame as one of the richest and powerful in the country of Nestra but he does take pride in his blood line not allowing his actions to besmirch his family name unless driven by his innate sense of justice and freedom.
Though he is kind he is also very vindictive when crossed and a betrayal of his trust is something he views as inexcusable. He is more than willing to let someone walk but if need be he can be as cold as ice in winter killing people without regret. His pride in his family leads him to thoroughly despise anyone who attempts to hurt his loved ones, or his family never truly forgiving them in his heart even if he tolerates their presence around him. His anger has often led him into bad situations involving bandits which has nearly cost him his life on a few occasions during his teenage years. Though he has somewhat quelled the black flames that engulf his heart when enraged it is still terrifying to see him when pushed to his limit.
Though he hates backing down from a fight he intends to win he can see the point in strategic retreats though he himself adopts the mindset of absolutely destroying his enemies. He is protective of his allies and tends to do his best to defend them in the midst of an all out battle. He tries to quake an inner blood lust by depending on his inner sensibilities to calm himself which sometimes causes issues in battle making him unsure if he himself wants to kill someone or simply injuring them.
Biography/history:
Born in Cyrkensia without any problems young Audric was from the start destined to play second fiddle to his elder brother Nolan who was to succeed his father as head of the family. Still despite this his parents always insisted they had great plans for the boy and had loved him since before he had even come into the world. His mother was the last known member of her own merchant house and had married into Audric's father's house out of love not political convenience. Audric's mother's name was Moriko of Hoshidan ancestry and was beloved by her people and his father's name was Nathaniel who came from mixed Nohrian and Wind Tribe ancestry.
As a young toddler Audric was often accompanied by his older brother Nolan who doted on his younger sibling with all the love Audric could have ever wanted the two basically being inseparable. His grandfather also read to him the short time he remained before he passed away leaving a few fond memories of pure happiness and joy shared with two of the most important people too him. He enjoyed reading and watching the dancers in the city more often than seeing his brother spar with his trainers but he found it equally as interesting and cheered on his brother. He spent time with his mother walking in gardens and visiting other noble houses around his town and the general region of Nohr where he would ironically meet Princess Camilaa of Nohr for the first time becoming a quick friend of hers with his upbeat attitude. His brother Nolan often sparred and played with Prince Xander of Nohr as well when the King came to visit to listen to the beautiful music of the city. Audric would come to respect and think of Xander as an older brother to some regard but eventually the time would come to an end and he has not seen Xander in a long time.
His father often spent time with him, and Nolan engaging them in debates about life and what it means to be a noble lord of their house. In fact Audric would eventually ask himself many personal questions based on the conundrums presented by their father and he loved how easily the answers came when his brother pointed them out personally. In fact a young Xander would be the one to teach Audric some of his own philosophies on justice before the two became distant. Though the biggest impact on his life came form his first meeting with King Sumeragi when he was on crusp of becoming a young adolescent not long before the man's death and the eventual fall in relations between Hoshido and Nohr. Sumeragi had been a close friend of Audric's father whom had given him help with previous endeavors in the markets around the principality of Nestra. Sumeragi had come to Nestra to speak about a trade dispute for which Audric's father had insisted on helping him with but due to various issues Sumeragi had to come visit the city personally one day. Audric actually spent the majority of a day with the king learning and asking questions about Hoshidan culture and the king's duties. Sumeragi fond the young budding noble to be a good lad and when the end of the day came spent the time gazing at the sunset together on top of the mansion Sumeragi claiming the boy had potential to be a strong souled warrior.
After the death of Sumeragi by the assumed hands of King Garon, and a sudden death of his father by way of illness Audric entered his teen years with little in the way of parental guidance outside of his butler Hanzo and his mother. Nolan ascended to take control of the family immediately and despite his duties he often came to his brother's room to find comfort in their shared grieving for the death of both the Hoshidan King and their late father. His mother was on the way with another child by the time Nolan become lord of the house and Audric was both saddened the boy or girl coming would never see his or her father but intended to make up for it. He took little notice between the deepening distrust between Nohr and their house but Audric often tried to write to Camila or Xander with little success eventually giving up on the matter all together.
It was when he was a teenager that his brother first insisted he learn how to fight professionally and with talent. Though Audric had taken up the practice of using a toy and wooden spear as a child Audric never really fancied combat at all. Nolan knew the young man had talent and insisted his younger brother learn how to defend himself and others at all costs. Audric quickly took to using a lance in combat though on happenstance he tried an axe and found the power of the weapon more to his liking than the lance. His brother then had his retainers help train Audric on the side when Nolan was too busy with his own work as lord.
Audric's teen years were quick and fantastical not only did he quickly find his niche as a warrior in his own right as he traveled Nestra fighting bandits and promoting peace between houses but he also become a proud older brother to a young boy who was called Keith who had been born with a strange monochrome pair of eyes one blue and the other green. Audric was a fantastic older brother to the young boy and the pair quickly become the best of friends though Audric would always be closer to his brother Nolan who tried to spend time with Keith but with his growing age found it harder and harder to properly keep track of things. It was around this time Samanthia had appeared out of nowhere and became his retainer after Audric showed her and her Pegasus a kindness. She claimed that she had no one else to go to and gladly offered her services to him.
It would be his proudest and saddest moment of his life when he first stormed into battle and took down a bandit chief all by his lonesome mastering his own brutal fighting style with an axe with the help of his soldiers and friends in Nestra. It became sad when he found out back home mother had passed away from prolonged illness after she had given birth to Keith. Audric cried for days but promised he'd become the man his mother always wanted him to be and he'd make his father proud to call him his son. Audric had continued to live his life this way until recently....
Word had reached Cyrkensia of troubles in the lands between Hoshido and Nohr. Fearing the worst Audric personally left his retainers and allies behind to find out what was happening. It was only days prior too reaching Hoshido's capital to meet Lord Ryoma when he found out that Queen Mikoto had been reunited with a lost son...and had been promptly killed by an unknown assailant days prior. It would be on a fateful day when he finally caught up to them all....
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Weapons:
Daywalker (Forged Steel Axe) - An ornate (steel) axe with a diamond pommel and a fine silver coating. Deceptively dangerous and well made capable of crushing enemies.
Hand Axe
Items: Vulnerary
Other:
Retainer(s):
Samanthia - Sky/Pegasus Knight of Unknown Origins |
1,535 | 32 | 13 | 470 | 1,609 | Taka kept launching arrow after arrow from his Iron Bow. Mostly taking precise clean shots over kills, he kept striking if not wounding the Hoshidans who would fight Millow...making it much easier for him to take on. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept trying to look for another way out though...because these front lines were getting much worse rather quickly. The samurai, as he expected, were demolishing the conscripts wall of defenders, and he yells out to Millow a forewarning. However, they were only able to go through the initial defenses thus far so he was able to get a quick look for an escape of sorts. This time, he did find one and tried to start making up some hasty last second plan as he always does due to his heists in the past.
Hopefully this time I won't get caught this time...otherwise it'll be death for certain.
"Hey, get ready to follow me! Trust me, I think I have a plan for us to get out of this, but you better be able to use that spear right! We're going to try and cut straight down through for a moment, to confuse the enemies...then as soon as they figure out what's wrong, we bolt out of the side to escape somewhere. I don't know where, but I do have a way to figure out which way is north...so if we can go that way, we may stand a chance. You with me Millow?! Otherwise, we'll just get slaughtered here!" | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Nickname: "Ta" or "Ta-Da"
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Outlaw
Home Country: Hoshido (but Outlaw working for Nohr)
Stands 5'5"
Personality:
Taka isn't the kindest to most people. This led to his problem of having made no friends among the Nohrian forces. His problem is his constant teasing of one person, to the point of abusing them with facts or mainly "unhappy" words of one's past. Another key factor is that he isn't the bravest when presented on the front lines. The sight of an axe-wielding barbarian makes him quake in his boots and would rather run, especially if he has no reason nor major contribution at that position. If not, a surprise attack would REALLY catch him by surprise. Finally, his loyalty to the few he would trust/make friends with is undying. As long as they're involved in a situation, he'll stand his ground and gladly give his life for the sake of them living...that is if they're really his true friends.
Biography/History:
His family was originally a strong group of Samurai and Swordmasters in Hoshido. However, due to his fear of fighting with a blade, he desperately looked for a way to escape. The only man he could have turned to was his grandfather who spent his entire lifetime training with practically every tool and weapon in existence. Taka's teacher/grandfather did his best to teach him a way to help others, even if using a bow means shooting from a longer range than the sword. Eventually, his skills with the bow proved to the grandfather that this grandson had no less determination or courage like his siblings and family to become a brave warrior. However, his frequent absences from sword training to practice with a bow led to him being exiled from the family. His grandfather followed his now favorite pupil who was brave enough to turn against his own family to find justice. His training of Taka led to Taka's training into becoming an Outlaw in Nohr. As Taka crossed the border and join the Nohrian forces, his grandfather sacrificed himself as they were caught by a Nohrian patrol under the lead of a certain evil and malicious looking king. Taka swore revenge against the man who took his grandfather's life, making sure to use his new skills in order to train and make himself an even deadlier shot. His lifestyle in the Nohrian Army now leads to him being caught at the near front lines of a showdown with the Hoshidan one...
Weapon: Iron Bow
Items: Vulnary |
1,536 | 32 | 14 | 2,595 | 7,032 | Wha? What are you talkin' about we leave and these guys aren't going to let us! I don't intend on getting gutted like a coward. Keep your eyes on the fight! Millow shouted as he narrowly avoided getting pegged in the head by an arrow. "Holy moly! Look you gotta just do your job like we're doing!" Millow continued as he went back to his post. The commanding conscript told his men to hold as he moved up towards the front himself. | Name: Audric
Nicknames: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Class: Lord
Home country: Nestra, Cyrkensia
Appearance:
Audric is a grey haired young male with something between a slender and muscular build. He isn't bulky but he is fit and well kept. He has pale white skin and dark green eyes that match his late father's. His hair is short cut and silky to the touch. He is not particularly tall or short around the average size for a male of his age. In battle he tends to wear light Silver plate mail armor that protects his chest, legs, and forearms. In casual attire he tends to wear predominately white or blue clothes. Nothing abnormally fancy or show preferring simpler clothes to his more fancy attire he wears while at home.
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Personality: Prideful, loving, kind, forgiving, and honest Audric has always been a boy of good character and well intentions. His initial reaction to anything is to settle it peacefully but is just as well willing to use violence if it comes down to it. A doting brother, friend, and humanitarian Audric always wanted to grow up to be a person that could take care of others around him and be the stuff of the heroes he heard about so often inspired by the stories of past kings and especially was fond of King Sumeragi of Hoshido whom he had met on a special occasion as a child. He seeks to improve himself as a combatant and fighter and he is willing to listen to those above and below his level of combative ability to fix weak spots in his technique. He is more than willing to offer a hand to those in need of assistance and finds it personally awarding to do so without expecting a reward or compensation but does not begrudge someone for offering him something in return. He has always found the night and dusk to be the most beautiful time of day and is fond of sky gazing and picking out constellations in the stars above. He loves to mess around and joke with friends about all sorts of affairs when allowed to.
As a noble he is kind to his servants and treats them with respect above all always noting their accomplishments over their failures and wishes for them to improve just as he strives to do so himself. He treats them as equally as possible while maintaining his position as the current heir to his household. He is noted for playing with the servants' children in his spare time and sparring with his guards on his off time. He feels it is a liege's personal obligation to respect those who serve them and know as many as possible.
His family to him is everything and Audric is willing to go to extreme lengths to help out his elder brother in anything. Ever since his father passed away when he was a teen he had only wished to please his brother and while some see him a content fool he is ignorant of those claims simply stating he is fine with his life of adventure, heroics, and diplomacy. He does not seek his family's fame as one of the richest and powerful in the country of Nestra but he does take pride in his blood line not allowing his actions to besmirch his family name unless driven by his innate sense of justice and freedom.
Though he is kind he is also very vindictive when crossed and a betrayal of his trust is something he views as inexcusable. He is more than willing to let someone walk but if need be he can be as cold as ice in winter killing people without regret. His pride in his family leads him to thoroughly despise anyone who attempts to hurt his loved ones, or his family never truly forgiving them in his heart even if he tolerates their presence around him. His anger has often led him into bad situations involving bandits which has nearly cost him his life on a few occasions during his teenage years. Though he has somewhat quelled the black flames that engulf his heart when enraged it is still terrifying to see him when pushed to his limit.
Though he hates backing down from a fight he intends to win he can see the point in strategic retreats though he himself adopts the mindset of absolutely destroying his enemies. He is protective of his allies and tends to do his best to defend them in the midst of an all out battle. He tries to quake an inner blood lust by depending on his inner sensibilities to calm himself which sometimes causes issues in battle making him unsure if he himself wants to kill someone or simply injuring them.
Biography/history:
Born in Cyrkensia without any problems young Audric was from the start destined to play second fiddle to his elder brother Nolan who was to succeed his father as head of the family. Still despite this his parents always insisted they had great plans for the boy and had loved him since before he had even come into the world. His mother was the last known member of her own merchant house and had married into Audric's father's house out of love not political convenience. Audric's mother's name was Moriko of Hoshidan ancestry and was beloved by her people and his father's name was Nathaniel who came from mixed Nohrian and Wind Tribe ancestry.
As a young toddler Audric was often accompanied by his older brother Nolan who doted on his younger sibling with all the love Audric could have ever wanted the two basically being inseparable. His grandfather also read to him the short time he remained before he passed away leaving a few fond memories of pure happiness and joy shared with two of the most important people too him. He enjoyed reading and watching the dancers in the city more often than seeing his brother spar with his trainers but he found it equally as interesting and cheered on his brother. He spent time with his mother walking in gardens and visiting other noble houses around his town and the general region of Nohr where he would ironically meet Princess Camilaa of Nohr for the first time becoming a quick friend of hers with his upbeat attitude. His brother Nolan often sparred and played with Prince Xander of Nohr as well when the King came to visit to listen to the beautiful music of the city. Audric would come to respect and think of Xander as an older brother to some regard but eventually the time would come to an end and he has not seen Xander in a long time.
His father often spent time with him, and Nolan engaging them in debates about life and what it means to be a noble lord of their house. In fact Audric would eventually ask himself many personal questions based on the conundrums presented by their father and he loved how easily the answers came when his brother pointed them out personally. In fact a young Xander would be the one to teach Audric some of his own philosophies on justice before the two became distant. Though the biggest impact on his life came form his first meeting with King Sumeragi when he was on crusp of becoming a young adolescent not long before the man's death and the eventual fall in relations between Hoshido and Nohr. Sumeragi had been a close friend of Audric's father whom had given him help with previous endeavors in the markets around the principality of Nestra. Sumeragi had come to Nestra to speak about a trade dispute for which Audric's father had insisted on helping him with but due to various issues Sumeragi had to come visit the city personally one day. Audric actually spent the majority of a day with the king learning and asking questions about Hoshidan culture and the king's duties. Sumeragi fond the young budding noble to be a good lad and when the end of the day came spent the time gazing at the sunset together on top of the mansion Sumeragi claiming the boy had potential to be a strong souled warrior.
After the death of Sumeragi by the assumed hands of King Garon, and a sudden death of his father by way of illness Audric entered his teen years with little in the way of parental guidance outside of his butler Hanzo and his mother. Nolan ascended to take control of the family immediately and despite his duties he often came to his brother's room to find comfort in their shared grieving for the death of both the Hoshidan King and their late father. His mother was on the way with another child by the time Nolan become lord of the house and Audric was both saddened the boy or girl coming would never see his or her father but intended to make up for it. He took little notice between the deepening distrust between Nohr and their house but Audric often tried to write to Camila or Xander with little success eventually giving up on the matter all together.
It was when he was a teenager that his brother first insisted he learn how to fight professionally and with talent. Though Audric had taken up the practice of using a toy and wooden spear as a child Audric never really fancied combat at all. Nolan knew the young man had talent and insisted his younger brother learn how to defend himself and others at all costs. Audric quickly took to using a lance in combat though on happenstance he tried an axe and found the power of the weapon more to his liking than the lance. His brother then had his retainers help train Audric on the side when Nolan was too busy with his own work as lord.
Audric's teen years were quick and fantastical not only did he quickly find his niche as a warrior in his own right as he traveled Nestra fighting bandits and promoting peace between houses but he also become a proud older brother to a young boy who was called Keith who had been born with a strange monochrome pair of eyes one blue and the other green. Audric was a fantastic older brother to the young boy and the pair quickly become the best of friends though Audric would always be closer to his brother Nolan who tried to spend time with Keith but with his growing age found it harder and harder to properly keep track of things. It was around this time Samanthia had appeared out of nowhere and became his retainer after Audric showed her and her Pegasus a kindness. She claimed that she had no one else to go to and gladly offered her services to him.
It would be his proudest and saddest moment of his life when he first stormed into battle and took down a bandit chief all by his lonesome mastering his own brutal fighting style with an axe with the help of his soldiers and friends in Nestra. It became sad when he found out back home mother had passed away from prolonged illness after she had given birth to Keith. Audric cried for days but promised he'd become the man his mother always wanted him to be and he'd make his father proud to call him his son. Audric had continued to live his life this way until recently....
Word had reached Cyrkensia of troubles in the lands between Hoshido and Nohr. Fearing the worst Audric personally left his retainers and allies behind to find out what was happening. It was only days prior too reaching Hoshido's capital to meet Lord Ryoma when he found out that Queen Mikoto had been reunited with a lost son...and had been promptly killed by an unknown assailant days prior. It would be on a fateful day when he finally caught up to them all....
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Weapons:
Daywalker (Forged Steel Axe) - An ornate (steel) axe with a diamond pommel and a fine silver coating. Deceptively dangerous and well made capable of crushing enemies.
Hand Axe
Items: Vulnerary
Other:
Retainer(s):
Samanthia - Sky/Pegasus Knight of Unknown Origins |
1,537 | 32 | 15 | 729 | 2,152 | Ansgar roared, riding hard into the fray the moment that the call was sounded. He had his steel lance leveled eagerly at the first man he could reach, impaling the poor bastard with little effort and slamming the impaled man into the ground, throwing him off the lance. He could hear the fact that two men had gotten wounded, but that was lost in the dim blood haze that had addled his mind. Right now, he was in the thick of the fighting, thrusting and swinging his lance at the nearest in reach. The Paladin struck with experience and superior equipment, throwing his enemies aside like dolls, while he found the one noble facing off against a pair of Hoshidan Spear Fighters. It was aggravating, their reaches similar and the two defending each other readily from the Cavaliers assaults. That would not do, not at all, and a hard, short charge forced the two back and apart, apart long enough to impale the one Spear Fighter, leaving him pinned to the ground by the lance. Ansgar pulled it clear, a narrow miss cutting a gash in his cheek. Rather than recoil in pain, it drove him on, fueled him, and he roared his defiance into the shocked Hoshidan's face before it was smashed in by a vicious lance strike.
"FOR THE SLAUGHTER!" Ansgar screamed his rage and defiance into the wind, lashing out at anything within reach with his Lance, the blood fury carrying him out of formation slowly, though his speed and mounted position kept him alive more so than anything else. He thrust and swung the Lance about, spotting oncoming Oni Savages and drew his iron sword, fighting them as eagerly, finding himself at the edge of the Cavalier formation, continuing his raging against any Hoshidan in weapon's reach. Might as well give the other cavaliers and Paladin something to talk about later, after all. | Name:
Ansgar Staudinger
Nicknames:
Anni (He would much rather people not use that)
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Class:
Cavalier
Home Country:
Cheve
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Personality:
On the surface, Ansgar is a simple man. A preferance for the drink and relaxation over intense study, conditioning or training would make one suspect that this Cheve Cavalier is as much an outcast from the three Knight Companies of Cheve who wouldn't, or couldn't be bothered to train and condition himself to wear the heavy armor of a knight as he is just not interested in their prideful manners. Selling his lance for coin has given him a, no puns intended, cavalier attitude towards grand, noble causes. He isn't some hero of old or a legendary paragon of nobility, considering himself just an expendable asset in the eyes of the noble powers that be. Coupled with his self imposed exile from Cheve, he has developed an almost a split personality when it comes to his lifestyle at peace or when at war. Due to his transient loyalties that comes and goes with the flow of gold, most tend not to become readily aware of the strange shifts of who he is dependent on the situation.
Most casual observers who've noted the Cheve native in battle, which is what most people who are aware of the man see, note Ansgar as a death seeker, to put it nicely. Ansgar picks out a vital target in the enemy ranks, regardless of the threat to himself that would occur by charging, and put himself into a death charge, screaming defiance into any arrows, magic, or other weapons of shocked or confused enemy ranks as he weaves his way towards his target, aiming to put the full momentum of his mad charge behind his lance, having once, while learning to use the lances properly, had a bad habit of breaking off part of a lance inside his unfortunate target. When on the field, he is ruthless to a fault, sparing no one in his charge, targets of opportunity that arise while charging seeing no mercy from the charging cavalier. Exaustion and irritation set in soon after a fight, making him bitter and unsocialable soon after a conflict concludes and he yet finds himself breathing still.
Far rarer for most folks to know is his peacetime persona, or the one Ansgar adopts when not mounted and riding into battle. Much like who he was prior to his self imposed exile, a freewheeling and, preferably, intoxicated young man enjoying his early adulthood despite the war. Slow to anger and quick to forgive, he speaks freely and, often times, without a filter between his mind and his mouth, often commenting on someone or someone with an honest to a fault mentality. Perhaps the only thing he is worse at than lying, is women. Perhaps due to his near constant off battle intoxication, or his blunt, honest and often brutal statements on other people's character and manner of presentation, he has suffered the cold shoulder and angry hand of many a village woman as he rode, half falling off his horse, through their town. But he does mean well, for what its worth, preferring the faults be openly pointed out. After all, how can one address a fault if they cannot plainly see it?
Biography/history:
Born in Cheve to a pair of knights, his father a mounted Great Knight whilst his mother was a highly experienced Knight in her own right, it was expected that Ansgar would follow in their family lineage. The eldest in the family, with two younger sisters who both showed notable talent in Light and Dark magics, respectively, the two younger sisters were sent to study abroad once reaching the appropriate age, to more properly utilize their magical talents. The youngest went to Hoshido to learn from Hoshidan Monks, while the middle sister went to a Nohrian academy for dark mages, the divergent paths creating a great deal of strife and competition between the two whenever they crossed paths. Their eldest brother, Ansgar, and also completely and utterly hopeless with a spell tome, found himself playing diplomat between the two when he wasn't getting drilled into exhaustion by his family. And such would be his early formative years, learning to ride and fight from atop a horse from his father, while his mother would instruct him on proper weapon's techniques, offensive and defensive.
Even though Ansgar was, for most children of other lands, strong for his age, he lacked the frame and raw muscle to support a Knight's heavy armor, and seemed to have a stark aversion to their approach of grinding forward through a fight with shield and lance. This created a great deal of argument between Ansgar and his parents, who expected him to wear the heavy mantle of knighthood and march to war along with the order their family had sworn themselves to, owing as both his other siblings were abroad as mages and scholars instead of staying at home to learn the family trade. Many nights were spent arguing, and it would come to a head when his father, tired of his son's insubordinate refusal to take up the armor of a knight, intended to whip sense into him, literally as well as figuratively. Upon hearing of his father's intentions, Ansgar instead took up arms, finding himself opposed to his father, in his full armor astride a horse, while he was on the young thoroughbred that he had grown up learning to ride and fight on. Iron and determination versus steel and experience, Ansgar had one advantage the old man was unaware of. His father was deadly confident in his armor and ability to shrug off a hit, the crush of armored warhorse and biting sting of silver lance preventing a counter assault from being effective.
Ansgar fled, fully knowing his father was a far more experienced rider and would likely catch up to the boy as he rode hard into the woods, waiting for his old man to ride too close at full gallop, bursting forth in a desperate, all or nothing charge against the unready Great Knight. Whether it was luck or divine guidance, Ansgar's iron lance found a gap in the armor of his father, snapping off the lance in his side and striking what would be a fatal wound against the man, sending him collapsing. Fear of retribution and punishment gripped him, and he rode hard into the night, leaving the armored horse and dying form of his father, never confirming the fact he was indeed dead. Whether he was or not mattered not to the tortured mind of Ansgar, who had never slain another until that fateful night, and he found himself torn into two separate people, figuratively speaking. With the only skills he knew being warfare, he sold his skills to whomever could afford them, usually Nohrian regiments who needed extra bodies. Ansgar would slip into a blood thirsty death seeker when riding in battle, and find himself drunk and free when off the field. It was a strange dichotomy that disturbed him, but he hid it well. After all, the coin was often good, the drink came cheap, and he was etching out a living free of the expectations from his family.
Routinely selling his skills to the Nohrian army led Ansgar to many dubious activities and engagements, including early attempts to breach and invade Hoshido, foiled due to Queen Mitoko's barrier sapping their will to fight and causing them to stumble back to Nohrian controlled holdings, dazed, confused, but unharmed. Ansgar would ride into many situations, from putting down renegade Faceless to suppressing rebellions with a brutal and heavy hand. Ansgar felt regret for being little more than a brutish tool for oppression and cleaning up the dirty messes of Nohr, but he was paid well, so he kept his silence and rode hard, reveling in every battle while waiting for that fateful arrow or blow to fell him at last. The strike would never come, rather, and he would spend seven years riding hard, honing his skills and drinking and being merry, an unusual sight in often somber and serious Nohr regiments. Soon he would find himself at a very fateful day, when Nohr and Hoshido would finally meet in open war, riding openly alongside the flying banners of Nohr, paid to slaughter every Hoshidan he could reach.
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Weapons:
Iron Sword
Steel Lance
Items:
Other:
The most likely to inadvertently insult an ally.
Has two sisters who he often has to play the voice of reason between, should fortune frown upon him and stumble across them together again. |
1,538 | 32 | 16 | 2,595 | 7,032 | Corrin rushed forward Takumi, Hinoka, and Sakura all on his heels they were marching to engage Prince Xander...Corrin's beloved brother. Xander meant the world to him but now...after the death of his mother? After all the death at the capital and the faceless? After Han's assault and the death of Gunter? No! Xander would listen to him! Takumi was still suspicious but Sakura and Hinoka loved Corrin and were convinced of his innocence just like Ryoma. He had to do something. As he reached the battlefield he saw Hoshidan and Norhian forces clashing. However they were taken aback at the sheer force of Xander and the skill of Ryoma's combat the fighting becoming less tense as it became clear that the two lords would settle it in one on one combat. However in a pause Xander looked over and saw it..."Corrin, you're alive! They haven't harmed you, have they little prince!?" Xander said with affection a smile coming across his face worry turned to relief and Ryoma stopped as well. Corrin himself was mixed with emotion. But he managed to get something out, "Xander! Big Brother! I'm...I'm fine." Corrin said with a calm voice reassuring his brother. "But why....WHY ARE YOU INVADING HOSHIDO!?" Corrin asked his brother with conflicted emotion. Xander dropped his smile and become deathly serious once more.
He had expected this. "Father says it's time to show our true strength. Hoshido has reveled in it's decadence for long enough. Join us, and we'll end this quickly. If we can conquer Hoshido here and now, we can avoid unnecessary bloodshed." Xander said to his brother as he looked back to Ryoma. Corrin couldn't believe the words coming out of Xander's mouth...was this really his brother?
"Brother...I....I need a minute to think." Corrin said as Ryoma then spoke his loud authoritative voice booming. "Be careful, Corrin. That man is a Nohrian Commander and their crown prince as well! Don't let him deceive you!" Ryoma shouted to Corrin who could only mouth Ryoma's name in return. It was then that Camila, Elise, and Leo all rushed to the front. "Corrin! I was so worried about you. Don't ever wander away from me again!" Camila said with enormous relief and affection towards her younger brother. Leo came next. "I'm glad you're OK! Corrin. You really must have the devil's own luck brother!" Leo said with equal relief a big smile plastered on his face as he carried his book.
"Yaay! WE GOT OUR BROTHER BACK!" shouted Elise as she bounced up and down on her horse. "Nohrian scum! First you kidnap him, NOW YOU DARE TO LIE TO HIM!?" Hinoka said with pure anger and distaste towards all three of the Nohr Royals."CORRIN IS MY BROTHER, NOT YOURS!" Hinoka declared with anger as Camila changed her affectionate tone changing to a deadly serious one, "You are mistaken young lady. Corrin is my sweet little brother. You may not have him." Camilla said with distaste at Hinoka who glared in return. "Don't be fooled by their words! You belong with your true family! With Hoshido!" Ryoma declared loudly as Xander snorted.
"We have loved you my little prince since you first came to us. We have loved you and raised you since you were but a child. Come home, little prince. We can live together once more. As a family once again!" Xander said with passion as Ryoma angrily countered telling Corrin to come home with him once more. Xander countered saying Nohr was Corrin's true home.
(Due to a media error it won't let me link the specific time in the video please go to 11:47 in the video and watch to the end of the scene)
Audric rushed to the battlefield as he looked around he saw a boy he could only assume was Corrin standing there. He cursed himself for not making it faster. He couldn't intervene now for the moment he just stayed back as he listened to both sides make their case. He knew he wasn't allowed to pick sides but for the moment he couldn't help but feel worried. He also felt extremely pained. This young prince forced to make a choice between two families...he couldn't imagine having to chose between two sides like this. He had to though for he knew neither of the high princes nor their siblings would simply back down. But once the prince had chosen maybe he could get the other side to back down. If not then-
"I-....I won't betray anyone." Corrin declared calmly.
Audric was at a loss for words could he truly mean to not pick a side!? Was the prince mad? Or did he know something Audric didn't. He listened though curious and hopeful.
"I won't fight against the people of Nohr. After you cared for me all these years how could I?" Corrin said as his face looked sternly at the ground. "Xander...you....Camilla, Leo,....and Elise. You-We may not be related by blood. But you ARE family to me. You've been with me for as long as I can remember." Corrin said as he looked at his hands and smiled fond memories returning. Xander smiled at his young brother, "Well said, little prince. What ties us together is thicker than blood." Xander proclaimed as Ryoma looked over to his brother unsure about how to feel a bead of sweat forming. "What are you saying, Corrin?" Ryoma simply asked. "You would so easily discard your true family, you blood and kin, and side with those who stand against us?" Ryoma asked a feeling of betrayal clutching at him but he threw that feeling aside. Corrin responded simply. "Absolutely not. I refuse to fight my Hoshidan siblings, either. Ryoma big brother....we might not have spent much time together, but too me you are my family too. I love you. I love Takumi's passion, Hinoka's will, and Sakura's kindness. I would never let that go." Corrin stated with a smile at Ryoma who smiled back his feelings dissipating. Xander on the other hand frowned. "I'm so glad to hear that. We feel the same." Ryoma said as Corrin hardened himself, "I will not and can not side with either of you against the other. I will not betray my family." Corrin stated flatly he would not hesitate from his stance. Ryoma and Xander both calmly asked him at the same time: What would Corrin do then? "I'm so sorry...BOTH OF YOU PLEASE SET DOWN YOUR SWORDS! We can come to a peaceful-" Corrin demanded as he held his own sword up as Xander groaned and brandished his prized Siegfried. "I've heard enough Corrin! I can see what you're trying to accomplish here. As your older brother, however I must show you the way. It is my duty to teach you the truth." Xander declared as Ryoma readied Raijinto. "NOT WHILE I STAND! CORRIN IS FINALLY BACK WITH HIS TRUE FAMILY! I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE MY LITTLE BROTHER FROM US AGAIN!" He declared loudly as Corrin begged Ryoma to stop.
Xander stepped forward however, "I don't think so. Don't think for a moment that I will let you take my brother without a fight you cur. It seems only right to cross swords with my opposing equal though. As heirs to our respective families, why don't we settle this here and now?" Xander said giving up on changing his brother's mind for the moment. Ryoma gladly accepted declaring he would protect his kingdom and his brother. The two engaged once more this time however a wyvern lord and samurai both ordered their own men to charged the battle started a new. Corrin retreated to a safe middle ground between the two forces.
Audric had been inspired by the boy's speech. His will restored he decided he had one course of action left. He would side with the prince and he would stop this fight! Audric made his way down to Corrin who was talking with a blue haired woman and a light brown haired maid whom had both appeared suddenly. "Excuse me but you seem to be in a bit of a bind Prince Corrin. Mind if I assist you?" Audric said suddenly appearing from his grassy knoll over Corrin who was startled. The maid nearly tripped over herself but readied herself to fight Audric. "Who are you? Which side do you belong to?" Corrin asked of the young noble who appeared in front of him as Audric smiled at him. "I'm Audric a noble from Nestra. I am not royalty my lord but I am more than glad to assist you in this. In fact I came here to stop this war in the first place. I don't like wasting lives needlessly. So please allow me to assist you! I won't give you reason to regret it. My axe, Daywalker, will crumble any foe it needs to in order to stop this fight." Audric said proudly as he smiled at Corrin who seemed a bit perturbed by Audric's declaration.
"He is not very subtle now is he? But we are in no place to refuse help. We will gladly accept your help Lord Audric. Thank you for offering it to us." the woman said as Corrin went over and shook Audric's hand. "I'm glad to have you with us so what is our first course of action. Azura any plans?" Corrin asked the woman as she nodded and pointed out two separate units on the field. "If we can defeat the enemy commanders we can stop both parties from fighting temporarily. That will make both Xander and Ryoma listen to you. At the very least it will make them fall back to reconsider their options I believe." Azura said as Audric smiled, "Consider it done I'll hold off the bulk of the infantry. Go focus on their commanders. Please Corrin don't worry about me I'm not frail. I may be tired and a bit worn out but I'm still a force to be reckoned with. I'm glad to be working with you I don't see a lot of people willing to put aside fighting entirely and try to make peace I can respect that." Audric said as he rushed off too do his duty he didn't even bother listening to what the others had to say. | Name: Audric
Nicknames: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Class: Lord
Home country: Nestra, Cyrkensia
Appearance:
Audric is a grey haired young male with something between a slender and muscular build. He isn't bulky but he is fit and well kept. He has pale white skin and dark green eyes that match his late father's. His hair is short cut and silky to the touch. He is not particularly tall or short around the average size for a male of his age. In battle he tends to wear light Silver plate mail armor that protects his chest, legs, and forearms. In casual attire he tends to wear predominately white or blue clothes. Nothing abnormally fancy or show preferring simpler clothes to his more fancy attire he wears while at home.
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Personality: Prideful, loving, kind, forgiving, and honest Audric has always been a boy of good character and well intentions. His initial reaction to anything is to settle it peacefully but is just as well willing to use violence if it comes down to it. A doting brother, friend, and humanitarian Audric always wanted to grow up to be a person that could take care of others around him and be the stuff of the heroes he heard about so often inspired by the stories of past kings and especially was fond of King Sumeragi of Hoshido whom he had met on a special occasion as a child. He seeks to improve himself as a combatant and fighter and he is willing to listen to those above and below his level of combative ability to fix weak spots in his technique. He is more than willing to offer a hand to those in need of assistance and finds it personally awarding to do so without expecting a reward or compensation but does not begrudge someone for offering him something in return. He has always found the night and dusk to be the most beautiful time of day and is fond of sky gazing and picking out constellations in the stars above. He loves to mess around and joke with friends about all sorts of affairs when allowed to.
As a noble he is kind to his servants and treats them with respect above all always noting their accomplishments over their failures and wishes for them to improve just as he strives to do so himself. He treats them as equally as possible while maintaining his position as the current heir to his household. He is noted for playing with the servants' children in his spare time and sparring with his guards on his off time. He feels it is a liege's personal obligation to respect those who serve them and know as many as possible.
His family to him is everything and Audric is willing to go to extreme lengths to help out his elder brother in anything. Ever since his father passed away when he was a teen he had only wished to please his brother and while some see him a content fool he is ignorant of those claims simply stating he is fine with his life of adventure, heroics, and diplomacy. He does not seek his family's fame as one of the richest and powerful in the country of Nestra but he does take pride in his blood line not allowing his actions to besmirch his family name unless driven by his innate sense of justice and freedom.
Though he is kind he is also very vindictive when crossed and a betrayal of his trust is something he views as inexcusable. He is more than willing to let someone walk but if need be he can be as cold as ice in winter killing people without regret. His pride in his family leads him to thoroughly despise anyone who attempts to hurt his loved ones, or his family never truly forgiving them in his heart even if he tolerates their presence around him. His anger has often led him into bad situations involving bandits which has nearly cost him his life on a few occasions during his teenage years. Though he has somewhat quelled the black flames that engulf his heart when enraged it is still terrifying to see him when pushed to his limit.
Though he hates backing down from a fight he intends to win he can see the point in strategic retreats though he himself adopts the mindset of absolutely destroying his enemies. He is protective of his allies and tends to do his best to defend them in the midst of an all out battle. He tries to quake an inner blood lust by depending on his inner sensibilities to calm himself which sometimes causes issues in battle making him unsure if he himself wants to kill someone or simply injuring them.
Biography/history:
Born in Cyrkensia without any problems young Audric was from the start destined to play second fiddle to his elder brother Nolan who was to succeed his father as head of the family. Still despite this his parents always insisted they had great plans for the boy and had loved him since before he had even come into the world. His mother was the last known member of her own merchant house and had married into Audric's father's house out of love not political convenience. Audric's mother's name was Moriko of Hoshidan ancestry and was beloved by her people and his father's name was Nathaniel who came from mixed Nohrian and Wind Tribe ancestry.
As a young toddler Audric was often accompanied by his older brother Nolan who doted on his younger sibling with all the love Audric could have ever wanted the two basically being inseparable. His grandfather also read to him the short time he remained before he passed away leaving a few fond memories of pure happiness and joy shared with two of the most important people too him. He enjoyed reading and watching the dancers in the city more often than seeing his brother spar with his trainers but he found it equally as interesting and cheered on his brother. He spent time with his mother walking in gardens and visiting other noble houses around his town and the general region of Nohr where he would ironically meet Princess Camilaa of Nohr for the first time becoming a quick friend of hers with his upbeat attitude. His brother Nolan often sparred and played with Prince Xander of Nohr as well when the King came to visit to listen to the beautiful music of the city. Audric would come to respect and think of Xander as an older brother to some regard but eventually the time would come to an end and he has not seen Xander in a long time.
His father often spent time with him, and Nolan engaging them in debates about life and what it means to be a noble lord of their house. In fact Audric would eventually ask himself many personal questions based on the conundrums presented by their father and he loved how easily the answers came when his brother pointed them out personally. In fact a young Xander would be the one to teach Audric some of his own philosophies on justice before the two became distant. Though the biggest impact on his life came form his first meeting with King Sumeragi when he was on crusp of becoming a young adolescent not long before the man's death and the eventual fall in relations between Hoshido and Nohr. Sumeragi had been a close friend of Audric's father whom had given him help with previous endeavors in the markets around the principality of Nestra. Sumeragi had come to Nestra to speak about a trade dispute for which Audric's father had insisted on helping him with but due to various issues Sumeragi had to come visit the city personally one day. Audric actually spent the majority of a day with the king learning and asking questions about Hoshidan culture and the king's duties. Sumeragi fond the young budding noble to be a good lad and when the end of the day came spent the time gazing at the sunset together on top of the mansion Sumeragi claiming the boy had potential to be a strong souled warrior.
After the death of Sumeragi by the assumed hands of King Garon, and a sudden death of his father by way of illness Audric entered his teen years with little in the way of parental guidance outside of his butler Hanzo and his mother. Nolan ascended to take control of the family immediately and despite his duties he often came to his brother's room to find comfort in their shared grieving for the death of both the Hoshidan King and their late father. His mother was on the way with another child by the time Nolan become lord of the house and Audric was both saddened the boy or girl coming would never see his or her father but intended to make up for it. He took little notice between the deepening distrust between Nohr and their house but Audric often tried to write to Camila or Xander with little success eventually giving up on the matter all together.
It was when he was a teenager that his brother first insisted he learn how to fight professionally and with talent. Though Audric had taken up the practice of using a toy and wooden spear as a child Audric never really fancied combat at all. Nolan knew the young man had talent and insisted his younger brother learn how to defend himself and others at all costs. Audric quickly took to using a lance in combat though on happenstance he tried an axe and found the power of the weapon more to his liking than the lance. His brother then had his retainers help train Audric on the side when Nolan was too busy with his own work as lord.
Audric's teen years were quick and fantastical not only did he quickly find his niche as a warrior in his own right as he traveled Nestra fighting bandits and promoting peace between houses but he also become a proud older brother to a young boy who was called Keith who had been born with a strange monochrome pair of eyes one blue and the other green. Audric was a fantastic older brother to the young boy and the pair quickly become the best of friends though Audric would always be closer to his brother Nolan who tried to spend time with Keith but with his growing age found it harder and harder to properly keep track of things. It was around this time Samanthia had appeared out of nowhere and became his retainer after Audric showed her and her Pegasus a kindness. She claimed that she had no one else to go to and gladly offered her services to him.
It would be his proudest and saddest moment of his life when he first stormed into battle and took down a bandit chief all by his lonesome mastering his own brutal fighting style with an axe with the help of his soldiers and friends in Nestra. It became sad when he found out back home mother had passed away from prolonged illness after she had given birth to Keith. Audric cried for days but promised he'd become the man his mother always wanted him to be and he'd make his father proud to call him his son. Audric had continued to live his life this way until recently....
Word had reached Cyrkensia of troubles in the lands between Hoshido and Nohr. Fearing the worst Audric personally left his retainers and allies behind to find out what was happening. It was only days prior too reaching Hoshido's capital to meet Lord Ryoma when he found out that Queen Mikoto had been reunited with a lost son...and had been promptly killed by an unknown assailant days prior. It would be on a fateful day when he finally caught up to them all....
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Weapons:
Daywalker (Forged Steel Axe) - An ornate (steel) axe with a diamond pommel and a fine silver coating. Deceptively dangerous and well made capable of crushing enemies.
Hand Axe
Items: Vulnerary
Other:
Retainer(s):
Samanthia - Sky/Pegasus Knight of Unknown Origins |
1,539 | 32 | 17 | 470 | 1,609 | Taka shakes his head and tries to get a better view of the middle of the battlefield...to notice a strange party of people grouped up there. Plus it seemed like the group were the primary focus on both armies, making it a perfect distraction for them to escape. He stops shooting for a moment to duck and weave through the soldiers, quickly grabbing Millow as he makes his way toward that group. Use these people as bait...or maybe see if they'll give us a way out of here. Better with them from the looks of it then here, after all, they don't seem to be the primary 'kill' target of both armies.
"There! That's our way out, we get those guys to help us out and repay them! I have no desire of being slain here from a war that is pointless, I say we join up with that group and see if we'll be given sanctum. Come on, it's our only chance before the majority of the fighting comes back to us Millow! Let's get going and run as fast as hell!"
Taka may be scared of fighting in close quarters, but running fast was a specialty of his. | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Nickname: "Ta" or "Ta-Da"
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Outlaw
Home Country: Hoshido (but Outlaw working for Nohr)
Stands 5'5"
Personality:
Taka isn't the kindest to most people. This led to his problem of having made no friends among the Nohrian forces. His problem is his constant teasing of one person, to the point of abusing them with facts or mainly "unhappy" words of one's past. Another key factor is that he isn't the bravest when presented on the front lines. The sight of an axe-wielding barbarian makes him quake in his boots and would rather run, especially if he has no reason nor major contribution at that position. If not, a surprise attack would REALLY catch him by surprise. Finally, his loyalty to the few he would trust/make friends with is undying. As long as they're involved in a situation, he'll stand his ground and gladly give his life for the sake of them living...that is if they're really his true friends.
Biography/History:
His family was originally a strong group of Samurai and Swordmasters in Hoshido. However, due to his fear of fighting with a blade, he desperately looked for a way to escape. The only man he could have turned to was his grandfather who spent his entire lifetime training with practically every tool and weapon in existence. Taka's teacher/grandfather did his best to teach him a way to help others, even if using a bow means shooting from a longer range than the sword. Eventually, his skills with the bow proved to the grandfather that this grandson had no less determination or courage like his siblings and family to become a brave warrior. However, his frequent absences from sword training to practice with a bow led to him being exiled from the family. His grandfather followed his now favorite pupil who was brave enough to turn against his own family to find justice. His training of Taka led to Taka's training into becoming an Outlaw in Nohr. As Taka crossed the border and join the Nohrian forces, his grandfather sacrificed himself as they were caught by a Nohrian patrol under the lead of a certain evil and malicious looking king. Taka swore revenge against the man who took his grandfather's life, making sure to use his new skills in order to train and make himself an even deadlier shot. His lifestyle in the Nohrian Army now leads to him being caught at the near front lines of a showdown with the Hoshidan one...
Weapon: Iron Bow
Items: Vulnary |
1,540 | 33 | 0 | 483 | 371 | Monday, April 3rd
After School
Ryuusuke sat in his seat, spinning his pencil. Afternoon classes had just finished, and now his classmates were making time to chat amongst themselves, or if they were less social, just leave for home. Ryuusuke couldn't blame them. The amount of garbage that people tended to spew in their high school years was astounding. Ryuusuke wasn't really much for chatting, although he didn't object to it. The main reason Ryuusuke had stayed behind, though, was to people-watch. There were some people in the classroom that he didn't recognize from last year, and Ryuusuke liked to know what everyone in his class was like.
For better or for worse.
"Yo, Ryuu-kun!" A... to put it loosely... friend of his, Keigo, called out to him, before walking up to his desk.
"Aaaand... what is it, Keigo?" Ryuusuke responded, looking up from his desk with a disinterested look on his face.
"Geez, so mean... did you hear about that new thing involving the old building?" Keigo responded, changing the subject really quickly. That was one thing that annoyed Ryuusuke about Keigo. He changed his mood, his pace, and his topics of conversation too quickly for Ryuusuke to handle sometimes.
But he had heard about the rumor involving the old school building. After all, a majority of students in the school did.
To him, it sounded like a bunch of nonsense. Just vague enough to be impossible to prove, and enough wish fulfillment to capture the attention of a majority of the student body.
"I'm sure you can figure out what I think about the whole thing," Ryuusuke responded, waving his hand dismissively.
"Oh yeah? Well... what about this?!" Keigo shouted with a dramatic flair, throwing down a small scrap of paper onto Ryuusuke's desk. Ryuusuke looked down, almost instinctively.
"Keigo-san... this is just a random string of numbers. You could have literally written this down in four seconds," Ryuusuke responded, looking up at his acquaintance with a raised eyebrow.
"No, man! I found this in my desk! I didn't write it dude, I swear," Keigo said, half-shouting. "Oh forget it, I have no idea why I came to tell you of all people this," he finished, before storming off in a huff.
Ryuusuke sighed. This whole old building rumor started at the tail of last year. He'd gotten wind of it on the last day of school, but it had apparently gained massive traction over the spring break, and now there was someone talking about it at least once per day.
Ryuusuke tried to put it out of his mind for now. He went back to analyzing the new faces in the classroom. | Name: Igarashi, Ryuusuke
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Video games (especially rhythm games), electronic music (listening and composing), anime.
Personality: Ryuusuke is a confident and brash individual; he believes he has the answer to any problem that comes his way, and believes that any problem he can't solve is inherently flawed or unfair. Because of this attitude, he coasts along with a carefree outlook, believing that any problems can be easily solved if he just thinks on it. Ryuusuke's confidence isn't entirely unfounded either; he's very academically gifted, although physically weak. He has a logical thinking pattern and tends to put reason before emotions when working towards a solution. This isn't to say that Ryuusuke has no emotions whatsoever. He simply tries to factor them into his decisions as little as possible. He dislikes people that are overly emotional, and enjoys the company of people who think like him. |
1,541 | 33 | 1 | 2,145 | 16 | She had heard the whispers all day. Every time she heard another student talking about the newest developments concerning the haunted building, Cho felt like putting her head through a wall. All the excitement would just cause a group of idiots to wander in there and create a mess she would clean up.
And I really hope it won't be my idiots. Cho let out an exasperated sigh at the thought. They were always getting themselves into trouble. She shook her head attempting to block out the noise so she could finish her math homework before she had to leave for the day. The Aoiko household was boisterous at best, deafening at worst. So it was always wise to finish her work before she went home.
But with all the excitement and gossip going around the school, it was hard to focus on anything... | Name: Aoki, Cho
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Class: 3-2
Appearance:
Hobbies and Interests: Art, Poetry, Theater, Student Council
Personality: Cho is the "mom" of any friend group. She likes to stick to the rules, and do what's sensible. However, being artistic at heart, she tends to run with a rowdier crowd. And her friends always seem to be dragging her into trouble. Above all, she likes to protect her friends and those she cares about. She is also very fond of animals. |
1,542 | 33 | 2 | 156 | 2,749 | Once school was over, Ueda Etsuko was quick to start packing her bag. She crammed her things in there, not caring how organized they were, and slung it over her shoulder. Standing up so quickly, the chair scraped loudly across the floor, and Etsuko damned herself to hell in her mind. She had caught the attention of Chiasa aka Etsuko’s worst nightmare.
“Etsuko-chan~!” Chiasa screeched across the room, her saccharine voice grating across Etsuko’s ears like poisonous bees. As if the laws of nature didn’t adhere to her, Chiasa was over by Etsuko in record time.
Chiasa took one look at Etsuko’s bag and up at Etsuko’s russet eyes and exclaimed, “You are not permitted to leave!”
Etsuko might have been flabbergasted if she hadn’t been stuck with such behaviors since before school started. Etsuko just had the worst luck of her family moving right next to the Hamasaki clan. The Hamasaki family was a rambunctious bunch that repeatedly invited the Ueda trio to come over and hang out and, of course, Etsuko’s family accepted. Since then, Chiasa had the annoyingly familiar and totally unrealistic goal of getting Etsuko “out of her shell.” Etsuko had tried to persuade her neighbor from the ridiculous ambition, but Chiasa was as bullheaded as ever. As such, Etsuko didn’t reply when Chiasa claimed this and didn’t fight it when she grabbed her by the arm and forced her to walk towards Chiasa’s group of friends.
Etsuko had been introduced to every one of them at some point, but she didn’t bother to remember their names. The only one she remembered was Keigo, and that was in order to avoid him just as she did with Chiasa. Once they reached the friends, a full force of panic gripped her. Her lungs swelled, speedily gulping down air from her nose, and her heart beated twice as fast as normal. She felt as if she was going to pop, but on the outside she looked collected and cool, perhaps even timid.
“I’m back! Say hi, Etsuko-chan!” Chiasa gleefully chirped and Etsuko wondered absently if she ever cried. Then, she thought that if Chiasa did ever cry, her tears must be able to cure the sick. Etsuko bit her lip to keep from smiling – because she knew that when she smiled, it was game over for her and they will savagely take over her social life, which she had kept void on purpose.
“Hello.” Etsuko politely said, looking to each individual face.
“Oh! Keigo-kun, tell Etsuko-chan what you told me!” Chiasa cried and Etsuko felt her ear burst with pressure.
“Oh, yeah, so Ueda, get this – I found a list of numbers on my desk! And I didn’t write it!” Keigo crowed, looking at Etsuko expectedly. Whatever reaction he was expecting, he didn’t get it, as Etsuko just blinked.
“Idiot, she doesn’t know about the legend!” Another girl said and understanding dawned in Keigo’s eyes.
“Oh, yeah, okay: so y’know that old building here? Well, supposedly, if you enter one of the rooms and enter a special code into your phone, you’ll get a response telling how you will die.” Keigo whispered conspiratorially.
“I heard that you talked to the dead.”
“I heard!”
Etsuko blinked outwardly, but inwardly, she was endlessly rolling her eyes. How will she survive these complete morons? | Name:
Ueda, Etsuko
Gender:
Female
Age:
Sixteen
Class:
2-2
Hobbies & Interests:
Collects bugs and insects, volunteers at the animal shelter, reads, hiking; no clubs
Personality:
Etsuko has just moved to the school and has not made any friends, shuffling away from the prospect of people. So far, no one has heard her talk much except for the few odd words here and there and she has not smiled once either. Most think she is a shy person due to her politeness and cordial behavior towards people when they do bother her. However, those that think this are wrong – Etsuko just hates everyone. She hates having to talk with others, or listen to others, or even be associated with others. Etsuko hates the general thought that she is shy because it often leads to many students believing they can “bring her out of her shell” when she really just wants to be alone. Not only is she antisocial, she is extremely volatile and has thankfully never blown-up whilst at the school. Her hot-headed nature tends to rear its head when people are too touchy with her, insulting, or stupid. She doesn’t like showing this side of though. She does well in school, and she enjoys being in peaceful environments and in nature. |
1,543 | 33 | 3 | 1,916 | 181 | Rin's ears twitched as she caught snippets and pieces of conversation from around her classroom. As the afternoon classes had finished, the student body had vibrated to life with some talk of an old school building. Of course, there was a rumor sweeping the school about such a place, but Rin wanted to know more--wanted to know facts. At first it had sounded silly, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her, and Rin never missed an opportunity for adventure, even if it was over some made-up story.
But who could she ask? Who did she know enough to investigate with? No one here, she thought as her eyes scanned the bodies and faces of her classmates of 3-2. Someone has to know something beyond just the rumors. Her ears became sonars as she squinched her face tightly together, looking like an upset piggy. To Rin, if she weakened her sense of vision, she could improve her hearing. The more she focused, she caught someone talking about numbers...numbers and a name that she couldn't quite make out over everyone's jibjab.
"No way," laughed some boy to the girl next to him as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "There's no way Keigo didn't write that himself."
"He swears he didn't!" Shrieked the girl before punching her mate in the arm. "Why don't you ask him, Tamaki?"
"Yeah right. I'm not wasting my time on that stuff. Real or not, you don't mess with that stuff, you know? Let Keigo mess up on his own. He's just pulling your chain anyway." The boy grinned before strutting out of the room with the girl.
Keigo, Rin smirked. "Class 2-2. Bingo." With a new kick in her step, Rin yanked her book bag up and set out on her mission to find Keigo's home room. | Name:
Yamada, Rin
Gender:
Female
Age:
17 years
Class:
3-2
Hobbies and Interests:
Rin enjoys exploring the city as well as absorbing nature. She has a knack for the piano due to a lifetime of lessons.
Personality:
Rin seems to be guided by luck. Good things happen to her, and this is usually because of her optimistic outlook and positive disposition. Despite hardships, Rin is always optimistic that good things will happen tomorrow and the future carries good luck. Rin has a vibrant, expansive personality that is free like a bird; indeed, she cannot be contained. She is full of curiosity and always looks forward to the future, never dwelling on the past. Rin is detached from emotions because emotions hold a person back. She does not like to talk about her feelings because she simply experiences them and moves on. Rin can be reckless and irresponsible because she will jump at a suggestion of something new before she weighs the advantages and disadvantages. She may come off as immature due to being young yet ahead in school thanks to her parents putting her in accelerated elementary levels. |
1,544 | 33 | 4 | 2,135 | 55 | Monday, April 3rd - Shirafuyu Academy - Classroom 2-2 - (3:07 pm)
Near the middle of the lively classroom sat a girl easily distinguishable from the rest by her almost golden hair bun and how neat her desk was. "hmm... no practice today..." She sighed closing her cellphone slowly, placing it over her desk before tapping lightly at it's plastic shell with her pointing finger as if she was bored or saddened.
The tracking team had called saying that they had decided to cancel practice... if she couldn't Run she could at least go to the botany club right? tend a cute plant or two just to see how they were doing... or she could go accompany her two friends in senseless boy-talk even though that wasn't really her thing and they full knew it... or better yet she could return home and pet cute little Susu her adorable white cat.
"this is capush... I was really looking forward to it... oh well I guess tomorrow is always there!"
She looked at her Cellphone for a second casting away all sad thoughts from her mind, a somewhat simple looking half-pink-half white with a sticker of a white kitty winking and a fluffy looking strap cellphone... no more messages for now, so she put it away and rose from her seat, everything else neatly packed within her backpack, the rest of the room still a little rowdy with conversation and although she didn't care for most of it, there was one person really making a show... Keigo was it?
while she hated to eavesdrop she couldn't help but to hear the whole thing as the seat in question was only two seats to the left of her's.
standing up with a smile she look a quick look at the weird numbers as she passed by, as Keigo stood up to talk to someone else.
She had something to do so she didn't even tried to stop them, passing by she left a small stack of paper by their teacher's desk, they contained an assignment, something she had done to help the teacher plan out for a pop quiz next week.
On her way back she stopped again by Ryuusuke's seat musing slightly as she stared at the conversation going on at the other side of the room,
She looked at him and said as a way of greeting, "those are lies right? I mean... I really hope so, if there was a haunted place so close to the school I hope someone does something about it..."
She more she thought about it the more it seemed like a possibility and that was somewhat unnerving, Ryuusuke on the other hand seemed to not believe a single word of what his friend said... his stubbornness kind of made her feel safer. | Name: Annie Leclair
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Botany club. Tracking team. When she if off school she likes to study and exercise, goes out for frequent jogging sessions. She also keeps a white cat named Susu.
Personality: She is sort of a charismatic klutz, appears to be somewhat of an air head blond and its extremely nice and polite to others and tries to always keep a positive attitude. Since she came to japan not too long ago her Japanese still needs some work which can lead to some interesting conversations, that said, her writing and reading skills are as good as any other students, and her academic grades are a cut abode the average as against her klutzy fool-like attitude to things she is often within the top 10 grades on her grade.
She is very active and curious, those who kind her charming or weird hang with him so she is always seen with a friend or two, she loves to help others, including the teachers.
*She is also a vegetarian.
*Exchange student to 2-2. |
1,545 | 33 | 5 | 324 | 1,204 | Kotoko stared at the piles of homework placed at her desk and sighed. Some girls in her class were apparently too busy staring at boy's behinds to crack open a book and study. So obviously they forced their favorite play toy, Kotoko, to do it. Quickly stuffing the endless papers into her bag, she hoped to leave the classroom before her classmates got bored.
"Is the little troll leaving so soon?" A high pitched voice rang out. Kotoko froze and stayed completely silent. She'd been bullied for over a year now and still hadn't found the courage to stand up for herself. What was even the point? They'd only make the situation worse, plus Kotoko deserved everything they did to her, not that they knew about that though. No one did.
"Yes, that's right," Kirai, probably the cruelest person on the planet, said while softly petting Kotoko's head like she was only a wild animal that needed training. Kirai and her gang always thought of the worst jokes to play on her to entertain themselves. Once on Kirai's birthday, her friends decided to make her a cake by pouring flour, eggs, and other mysterious items, all over Kotoko. She can still smell the rotten scent even today. Pulling chairs beside Kotoko, Kirai and her friends began pulling her hand and slapping her in the face while spurring vile insults, a typical afternoon game. Kotoko's eyes welled up a bit in tears whenever one of them pulled a little too hard on her hair. This was her life, why was she so used to it?
The worst part was no one watching them said anything. They just stayed silent as she suffered every day. Maybe if they all worked together, they could put an end to this horror. But no. Of course she couldn't blame them either. It must terrifying to think about going through what Kotoko has to put up with everyday. If they didn't want to risk that, then Kotoko had no reason to be upset with them. While the girls 'played' with her, Kotoko usually tried her best to zone them out. Three seats away, some friends were discussing the latest rumor at their school. Kotoko had heard all about this mysterious abandoned school. People said that if you went inside there and entered a special code in your phone, you'll be told when you die. Kotoko wasn't sure if she believed it or not, how could someone know when you were to die? The future was full of endless possibilities that could change everyday. Kotoko was a bit curious as to when she would die though... | Name: Minami, Kotoko
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Class: 2-1
Appearance:
Hobbies and Interests:
Before Kotoko entered high school, she used have a passion for singing. While she comes off as quiet, she could belt out a ballad like no one else. She had hoped it would lead her on to something bigger but transferring schools smashed her dream into pieces. Now, when Kotoko’s not at school, she’ll spend her time curling up with a good book or catching up on the latest anime.
Personality:
Due to extreme bullying, Kotoko has become quiet and shy, rarely opening her mouth. Whenever she does manage to speak, you’ll usually find her apologizing after every sentence. Fear of being smashed into a locker, pushed down a staircase, or whatever terrible tricks teenagers could think of, has made her the way she is today. While Kotoko doesn’t talk much, she is extremely observant and will listen to every word you say. She also tends to keep things to herself, tell her a secret and she’ll never tell a single soul, not even to her diary which she writes in almost every day.
Bio:
Kotoko started off just as new as any other beginning students. No one knew her and she didn’t know anyone else. She hadn’t always been the girl students picked on, in fact people used to think of her as cute and a potential friend.
Sitting in the front row of her class was a small girl who didn’t say anything and was very nervous and fearful, much like the person Kotoko has come to be. It was that girl other students thought it would be fun to mess with. They pulled on her hair, playfully slapped her, anything they could to bother her. Everyone in the room was doing their own thing, ignoring the bullying taking place in the classroom, everyone except Kotoko. She couldn’t believe that anyone could do such things or continue to watch it happen. After standing up to the girl, it wasn’t long before the bullies decided to move on to their next victim-Kotoko. From that day forward, Kotoko was picked on and bullied with no one to stand up for her. |
1,546 | 33 | 6 | 117 | 205 | Ihr naht euch wieder, schwankende Gestalten!
Die früh sich einst dem trüben Blick gezeigt.
Versuch ich wohl euch diesmal fest zu halten?
Fühl ich mein Herz noch jenem Wahn geneigt?
Ich drängt euch zu! nun gut, so mögt ihr walten,
Wie ihr aus Dunst und Nebel um mich steigt;
Mein Busen fühlt sich jugendlich erschüttert
Vom Zauberhauch, der euren Zug umwittert.
Slightly annoyed Nori looked up from the tiny book. He had been wanting to start reading it for quite some time, but now the restless atmosphere around him made it simply impossible. Outside, the spring winds rustled through the fresh leaves. It was as if there was something about it that seemed to stir commotion amongst the students.
For a few days now there had been a rumor going around the school, the subject of which had not met Nori’s ears yet. He couldn’t be bothered too much though; it was probably some gossip about who started dating who, or some crazy scheme or plan. Either way, something about which Nori couldn’t care less. He’d rather pick up something useful, such as the contents of his book.
Once more he attempted to take in the words, but whispers kept invading his thoughts, flooding the sentences and drowning their meaning.
Nori sighed and shut the book, putting it cover down on the table. He took off his glasses, placing them on top of the dark crimson booklet, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “What is everyone so agitated about anyway..?” he wondered to himself.
While he leaned back in his chair and stretched out, a pair of students passed him.
“Yeah right. I'm not wasting my time on that stuff. Real or not, you don't mess with that stuff, you know? Let Keigo mess up on his own,” a male voice called out.
The name Keigo rung a bell. Although Nori had never talked to him, he had heard that Keigo was always up to date with the latest rumors.
Next to him, a girl bopped up from her seat, a mysterious spark in her eyes. Nori watched as she left the classroom with a firm step.
“I think I might leave as well...” he determined and gathered his belongings, carefully putting the book in his bag and the thin rimmed glasses back on his nose.
As Nori walked through the hallway, slipping by the still busy classrooms, his eyes got drawn to one particular group of boisterous students. A small flock of people had centered themselves around one boy.
“Oh! Keigo-kun, tell Etsuko-chan what you told me!” a girl cried out.
“So that’s Keigo, huh...”
Now knowing the face of the person linked to the rumor, Nori couldn’t help but get a little curious. He decided to approach the group and resolve what the fuss was all about. Drawing near, Nori listened carefully as the boy explained his story. | Name: Takahashi, Nori
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Class: 3-2
Appearance:
Hobbies and interests:
Nori is very much interested in spirituality, literature, and languages. In his spare time he can be found either feeding his lust for literature, browsing through books, or spending his time outdoors, going for a jog or swim. Needless to say, he is part of the literature club, although not everyone can appreciate his love for obscure, old and foreign books.
Although one might expect Nori to excel in school due to his curious nature, he is actually your average student. He is just a little bit better in the languages, and a little bit worse in mathematics. (To him it is like a language he is not able to master.)
Personality:
Nori is a soft-hearted person, who is rather serious and focused most of the time. He can at times be very mischievous though, playing pranks on those close to him. He especially has great pleasure in scaring his little sister Yumiko by telling her ghost stories.
Nori is not especially introverted nor extroverted. He is an easygoing person and gets along with almost anyone. He values life greatly and can see the beauty in almost everything and everyone. Accompanied with this characteristic is that one of the only things that can really put him on edge is when someone talks low of themselves or others (especially when it is not justified). |
1,547 | 33 | 7 | 2,778 | 353 | Gruffydd’s laughter cut through the air like a knife. At least, his friends reacted like it had, intent as they were on the tales of the mysterious building and its mysterious magic. Or whatever they thought was going on. HE could see in his peripheral vision that he had attracted some attention for it. No matter.
“What’s so funny, Iorwerth-san?”
Aside from how you still can’t pronounce my name right, Sano? It had bugged him at first, when he had first moved here, but there was almost nobody in this country who could pronounce a Welsh name properly, so he had gotten used to it. Now he even found it amusing. But that’s not what this was about. No, his friends were being stupid, so he was going to have some fun.
“Doesn’t it seem odd to you,” Gruffydd said, a grin plastered on to his face, “that it would be so easy?” A wry chuckled wormed its way out of his throat, “You know I’m a big fan of old stories, right? Well, whenever the supernatural comes on to the scene, and its offering something, there is always a price. What does it mean, I wonder, that whoever spread this rumor neglected to say what that might be, hmm?” He leaned in to the others as he went for the kill.
“How horrible it must be, that they’d be so worried about scaring everyone away.” It would seem that quite a few people had paid attention to his little performance—while not entirely silent, the classroom was a lot quieter than it had been. Not like he minded.
Sano Masao was the first, of those he’d actually been talking to, to speak again, “Iorwerth-san, you shouldn’t say things like that.”
Gruffydd grinned. “But you opened yourselves up to it. Besides, it’s the truth.” And it was—these people really had no appreciation for the old stories. “And besides, if there is any actual merit to these rumors, fear is the appropriate response.” Sano blushed with embarrassment, as did the others. Before any of them could say anything more, Gruffydd stood up, slinging his bag on to his back. “Anyways, I have a few things to take care of. Just remember to be careful if you send texts from any strange buildings, alright?” And with that, and one final chuckle, he slipped out of the room.
But for all of his joking, Gruffydd had to admit to himself that he was just as enraptured by the rumor as anyone else. In part, because he had been right—if there was anything behind the rumor, there would be a price to pay. And there’s no way it’s about finding your ‘soulmate.’ Maybe talking to the dead. Maybe. And he had overheard something, in all that dribble back there.
“There's no way Keigo didn't write that himself.”
“He swears he didn't!”
Alright, Keigo, let’s see how this story of yours pans out. Probably nonsense, which’ll be good for a laugh. But if not—however unlikely that is—they’ll need someone who has some idea what they’re doing, or they’ll wind up dead and hanging from an antenna, or something. The second-year wasn’t someone he was overly familiar with, but it as chance would have it, he did recognize the name. And he did know which class he was in. | Name:Iorwerth, Gruffydd (Pronounciation: ee-OR-oo-err-t, GREE-fuhth—it’s Welsh. See “History”)
Gender:Male
Age:17
Class:3-2
Appearance:
Griffith is large, in part from his height of about six feet. The genetic lottery has supplemented his above-average height with a bulky frame, and through concerted effort he has filled his frame out with musculature to match—though he has avoided excessive bulk. His lips are almost always upturned in a massive grin, and his eyes shine with mirth. His dark hair and eyes contrast his skin, which is paler than most.
Hobbies and Interests:
More than anything else, Iorwerth likes testing himself. Often, this takes the form of mental challenges—often against other people, like a game of go or chess—but while he isn’t unintelligent, he doesn’t win very often. That said, he still derives pleasure from the challenge. He fares much better with challenges that test a person’s physical abilities, which he approaches with even greater zeal.
He also has considerable interest in folk tales from around the world, but especially from his homeland.
Personality:
Iorwerth proves a match for the mirth found in his eyes. He is warm, and amicable to a fault. His deep, echoing laughter is always bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to burst forth in response to some good natured ribbing of one of his friends, or even of himself. It is a rare day when he is angry, but it often happens in response to some perceived threat to himself or one of his friends. In such cases, his echoing voice turns excessively aggressive, and he has dragged himself into a fair few fights because of it.
History:
Born in Aberffraw in north-western Wales, Iorwerth grew up speaking his native Welsh and, in accordance with UK laws, English. When he was six, business required his parents to move to Japan. While initially temporary, both work and pleasure conspired to have Iorwerth’s parents settle in Aikari permanently. |
1,548 | 33 | 8 | 483 | 371 | Ryuusuke looked on idly as Keigo moved over to another group, before one of the members of the group...
Chiasa was her name, if he remembered correctly (not that he really put efforting into remembering, but it so happened to work out like that, generally).
...before Chiasa pulled in a girl that Ryuusuke hadn't seen in first year.
As Ryuusuke expected of any group containing Keigo, Talkmaster, they were loud and energetic and too grating for Ryuusuke to handle, even considering that he was nowhere near them.
Ryuusuke sighed. He would consider this as a good opportunity to analyze the girl's personality, if it weren't for the fact that he could barely sense her presence over the white noise that was the Chatterbugs.
And then, to make things more complicated, another unknown made themselves known.
Annie was a girl who had transferred in near the end of last year, but she was still relatively new to him. But she'd asked him a question.
"It's all total nonsense," Ryuusuke said, waving his hand in the air lazily, "though I imagine it won't stop some people from checking out the building anyway. That's not my problem, though."
Oh my god, they were still going. Ryuusuke stood, and was about to head out of the room, when someone came in the room. Wasn't a teacher. Looked older than him. Saw him maybe once or twice around the last year, but never too frequently.
Upperclassman.
So, it looked to be that Keigo was attracting people from other years as well.
"Don't you guys have anything better to do with your time?" Ryuusuke called to Keigo's group. | Name: Igarashi, Ryuusuke
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Video games (especially rhythm games), electronic music (listening and composing), anime.
Personality: Ryuusuke is a confident and brash individual; he believes he has the answer to any problem that comes his way, and believes that any problem he can't solve is inherently flawed or unfair. Because of this attitude, he coasts along with a carefree outlook, believing that any problems can be easily solved if he just thinks on it. Ryuusuke's confidence isn't entirely unfounded either; he's very academically gifted, although physically weak. He has a logical thinking pattern and tends to put reason before emotions when working towards a solution. This isn't to say that Ryuusuke has no emotions whatsoever. He simply tries to factor them into his decisions as little as possible. He dislikes people that are overly emotional, and enjoys the company of people who think like him. |
1,549 | 33 | 9 | 1,916 | 181 | The black haired teen made her way down the stale hall with much celerity. Each step Rin took made her excitement inflate--finally, no more boredom! Sure, school was okay, but Rin's lack of friends left her social life empty and beyond boring. If she had something to look forward to or even just wonder about, this rumor would keep her set and content for a little while. Her mouth almost watered at the thought. When she turned into the right classroom, she halted at the doorway and let her eyes scan before settling on a group of students clustering.
"Oh, yeah, okay: so y’know that old building here? Well, supposedly, if you enter one of the rooms and enter a special code into your phone, you’ll get a response telling how you will die," a boy somewhere near the center urged.
No way! Rin squealed internally. "That is so cool," she sighed to herself, leaning against the roughly sanded door frame. Maybe that Keigo guy was around, but even if he wasn't, everyone around here had to at least know enough to fill her in. Drawn like a moth to light, Rin carelessly pushed herself closer to the developing group of students. The corner of a desk caught her by surprise as she stumbled past it, accidentally shouldering Nori Takahashi and knocking his glasses off his nose.
"Oops." | Name:
Yamada, Rin
Gender:
Female
Age:
17 years
Class:
3-2
Hobbies and Interests:
Rin enjoys exploring the city as well as absorbing nature. She has a knack for the piano due to a lifetime of lessons.
Personality:
Rin seems to be guided by luck. Good things happen to her, and this is usually because of her optimistic outlook and positive disposition. Despite hardships, Rin is always optimistic that good things will happen tomorrow and the future carries good luck. Rin has a vibrant, expansive personality that is free like a bird; indeed, she cannot be contained. She is full of curiosity and always looks forward to the future, never dwelling on the past. Rin is detached from emotions because emotions hold a person back. She does not like to talk about her feelings because she simply experiences them and moves on. Rin can be reckless and irresponsible because she will jump at a suggestion of something new before she weighs the advantages and disadvantages. She may come off as immature due to being young yet ahead in school thanks to her parents putting her in accelerated elementary levels. |
1,550 | 33 | 10 | 2,135 | 55 | Overhearing both Ryuusuke's angry comments as well as a rumor about your cellphone foretelling your own death sent shivers down Annie's spine, weather she believed it or not she was not a fan of all of that spooky stuff.
"oh well you guys h-have fun, I have a thing i need to do... eeh"
turning around to leave she took a wrong step losing her balance she stumbled to the floor with a thud.
"aauh... ewuu..."
she whimpered as she robbed her forehead small tears in her eyes from the pain as she looked back, still laying on the floor. | Name: Annie Leclair
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Botany club. Tracking team. When she if off school she likes to study and exercise, goes out for frequent jogging sessions. She also keeps a white cat named Susu.
Personality: She is sort of a charismatic klutz, appears to be somewhat of an air head blond and its extremely nice and polite to others and tries to always keep a positive attitude. Since she came to japan not too long ago her Japanese still needs some work which can lead to some interesting conversations, that said, her writing and reading skills are as good as any other students, and her academic grades are a cut abode the average as against her klutzy fool-like attitude to things she is often within the top 10 grades on her grade.
She is very active and curious, those who kind her charming or weird hang with him so she is always seen with a friend or two, she loves to help others, including the teachers.
*She is also a vegetarian.
*Exchange student to 2-2. |
1,551 | 33 | 11 | 156 | 2,749 | As if their stupidity attracted more stupidity, multiple students came buzzing through the doors, seemingly attracted to Keigo’s moronic ramblings like flies to honey. All Etsuko wanted in life was to be left alone – so, why oh why, was God punishing her? Etsuko sighed through her nose, attempting to remain polite, the only thing holding her resolve in place would be the punishment her parents would wrought on her if word reached their all-hearing ears. And, undoubtedly, it would reach them somehow – probably from the mouth of a certain neighborly peer.
“So, whaddya think, Ueda? Scary, huh?” Keigo said excitedly, nudging her in the shoulder.
Etsuko stared at him, slightly lost, before remembering what they were talking about.
“Oh…yes.” It was a lie of course, but if she encouraged such friendliness towards her then she would be stuck with them for the rest of her life.
“Ha, Etsuko finding that scary?” Chiasa laughed, slapping her neighbor on the shoulder. “I’ve never seen her scared. Name a horror movie and we’ve seen it – she didn’t jump once and she didn’t act scared, either. This girl is made of stone.”
Etsuko glanced at Chiasa from the corner of her eye, remembering the days over the summer where her parents forced her to watch movies at Chiasa’s house while they were hanging out with her parents. Truthfully, she was utterly terrified after seeing those movies and couldn’t sleep right for days. What Chiasa had taken for stone-faced in all reality had been the face of someone frozen in fear. But Etsuko wouldn’t correct her on this; then it would give Chiasa the impression that she was okay with sharing her vulnerabilities with her, thus meaning they were friends. And they were not friends.
“Oh, maybe you should go to the old building then.” Keigo joked and Etsuko felt the intense need to sneer. She hummed in response, not knowing exactly what to say in the situation. | Name:
Ueda, Etsuko
Gender:
Female
Age:
Sixteen
Class:
2-2
Hobbies & Interests:
Collects bugs and insects, volunteers at the animal shelter, reads, hiking; no clubs
Personality:
Etsuko has just moved to the school and has not made any friends, shuffling away from the prospect of people. So far, no one has heard her talk much except for the few odd words here and there and she has not smiled once either. Most think she is a shy person due to her politeness and cordial behavior towards people when they do bother her. However, those that think this are wrong – Etsuko just hates everyone. She hates having to talk with others, or listen to others, or even be associated with others. Etsuko hates the general thought that she is shy because it often leads to many students believing they can “bring her out of her shell” when she really just wants to be alone. Not only is she antisocial, she is extremely volatile and has thankfully never blown-up whilst at the school. Her hot-headed nature tends to rear its head when people are too touchy with her, insulting, or stupid. She doesn’t like showing this side of though. She does well in school, and she enjoys being in peaceful environments and in nature. |
1,552 | 33 | 12 | 2,778 | 353 | Gruffydd was getting very annoyed at this point. He had not thought it possible, but there was more inane drivel here than in his own classroom. He would have put an end to it quickly, if he had found Keigo in the small crowd that had gathered there. It turned out that, despite generally knowing where they were, it is difficult to look for someone when you don’t know what they look like.
But after a few grating minutes—including one mocking underclassman whom he chose to ignore—he was able to puzzle out which one of them was Keigo. As he approached him, Keigo made a rather interesting suggestion to a supposedly fearless classmate of his. While, in the back of his mind, part of him knew that he couldn’t really blame Keigo for this when he had jumped into the headfirst, Gruffydd needed to let off some steam. Plus, he was being a little shit. While the girl he was talking to was acting polite, it was clear to him that she had no interest in this cacophony—she just lacked any sort of enthusiasm for it all.
“My, my, how positively noble.” Gruffydd’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, “You’re Keigo, right?” With the underclassman’s affirmative, Gruffydd continued, “I just have to tell you how courageous that is. You go around telling everyone about how somehow got this mysterious code, to text from this mysterious building, and then suggest that someone else go and try it out. How unspeakably brave of you.” | Name:Iorwerth, Gruffydd (Pronounciation: ee-OR-oo-err-t, GREE-fuhth—it’s Welsh. See “History”)
Gender:Male
Age:17
Class:3-2
Appearance:
Griffith is large, in part from his height of about six feet. The genetic lottery has supplemented his above-average height with a bulky frame, and through concerted effort he has filled his frame out with musculature to match—though he has avoided excessive bulk. His lips are almost always upturned in a massive grin, and his eyes shine with mirth. His dark hair and eyes contrast his skin, which is paler than most.
Hobbies and Interests:
More than anything else, Iorwerth likes testing himself. Often, this takes the form of mental challenges—often against other people, like a game of go or chess—but while he isn’t unintelligent, he doesn’t win very often. That said, he still derives pleasure from the challenge. He fares much better with challenges that test a person’s physical abilities, which he approaches with even greater zeal.
He also has considerable interest in folk tales from around the world, but especially from his homeland.
Personality:
Iorwerth proves a match for the mirth found in his eyes. He is warm, and amicable to a fault. His deep, echoing laughter is always bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to burst forth in response to some good natured ribbing of one of his friends, or even of himself. It is a rare day when he is angry, but it often happens in response to some perceived threat to himself or one of his friends. In such cases, his echoing voice turns excessively aggressive, and he has dragged himself into a fair few fights because of it.
History:
Born in Aberffraw in north-western Wales, Iorwerth grew up speaking his native Welsh and, in accordance with UK laws, English. When he was six, business required his parents to move to Japan. While initially temporary, both work and pleasure conspired to have Iorwerth’s parents settle in Aikari permanently. |
1,553 | 33 | 13 | 117 | 205 | Nori smirked faintly, raising an eyebrow at Keigo’s description. This was the big rumor? This was what the students had been rambling about for the past few days? It honestly didn’t sound any different from the ghost stories he scared his little sister with.
The mention of how Keigo had found a list of numbers which he supposedly had not written himself made the story only slightly more believable; but how could he prove that he wasn’t lying and actually hadn’t written the list himself? Even so, even if Keigo hadn’t, maybe one of his friends had in an attempt to play a trick on him. (Nori had some experience with this himself after all...)
His thoughts got disrupted when a small, dark figure bumped into him. When he looked down he noticed it was the girl from before who had left the classroom so assertively just moments before he had.
Slowly a name came to mind. “Rin...” Seeing her almost childlike expression of fascination Nori couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t want to spoil the fun for you, but you know it’s just another ghost story, right?” he said nearly apologetically.
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?” he heard from behind him.
Turning around towards the source Nori could hardly distinguish a dark-haired boy facing Keigo’s group.
“Well at least he isn’t talking about us,” he murmured, more to himself than to Rin. Moreover though, how did Nori realize only now that he was not wearing his glasses? He must have lost them in the small collision just then.
“Ah, don’t move...” he ordered Rin and gently grabbed her by the shoulders as to ensure that she indeed wouldn’t. Bending down, he reached for his glasses which had fallen exactly in between the girl’s feet. He got up again and held them up against the light, checking for any scratches, before putting them back on their original spot.
The first thing Nori noted when he had regained his vision was how teeming the classroom had gotten. Around him had gathered students from all years. Being in one of the higher classes, he hardly recognized anyone. One particular person he could immediately identify though.
Making his way through the crowded room, rising above all other students, was his classmate Gruffydd. With a thunderous voice he overwhelmed the remaining murmurs.
“My, my, how positively noble,” he spoke as he approached the center of attention. “You’re Keigo, right?” he paused for a moment, awaiting the boy’s response. “I just have to tell you how courageous that is. You go around telling everyone about how somehow got this mysterious code, to text from this mysterious building, and then suggest that someone else go and try it out. How unspeakably brave of you.”
Nori watched Keigo stiffen up completely. He could understand his reaction; although Gruffydd was a good-natured person, you definitely didn’t want to get on his bad side, especially considering his muscular build.
He saw the smaller male struggling to find words and believed he could even smell his cold sweat. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the thought, breaking the tension in the room.
“He’s got a point there,” Nori immediately added, not wanting to create the impression he was laughing about the large Welshman.
“Why don’t you show us the way, and go on in first, Keigo?” he suggested with a teasing voice. | Name: Takahashi, Nori
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Class: 3-2
Appearance:
Hobbies and interests:
Nori is very much interested in spirituality, literature, and languages. In his spare time he can be found either feeding his lust for literature, browsing through books, or spending his time outdoors, going for a jog or swim. Needless to say, he is part of the literature club, although not everyone can appreciate his love for obscure, old and foreign books.
Although one might expect Nori to excel in school due to his curious nature, he is actually your average student. He is just a little bit better in the languages, and a little bit worse in mathematics. (To him it is like a language he is not able to master.)
Personality:
Nori is a soft-hearted person, who is rather serious and focused most of the time. He can at times be very mischievous though, playing pranks on those close to him. He especially has great pleasure in scaring his little sister Yumiko by telling her ghost stories.
Nori is not especially introverted nor extroverted. He is an easygoing person and gets along with almost anyone. He values life greatly and can see the beauty in almost everything and everyone. Accompanied with this characteristic is that one of the only things that can really put him on edge is when someone talks low of themselves or others (especially when it is not justified). |
1,554 | 33 | 14 | 483 | 371 | Ryuusuke's eyes could have popped out of their sockets he was rolling them so hard. Not only did everyone in the room completely ignore him, but somehow the commotion got even bigger. Well, he wasn't going to stand here and listen to this. It was pretty much going to pan out like he would expect it to.
In the end, no one was actually going to go to the old building by themselves. And if they tried to go as a group? Ha, good luck not getting caught.
He turned just in time to see Annie on the floor. Cue a big sigh.
At least Annie wasn't participating in this hysteria. Or was trying not to, anyway.
"This is ridiculous," Ryuusuke said, holding out his hand, "come on. Let's get out of here, before I suffocate on the bullshit." | Name: Igarashi, Ryuusuke
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Video games (especially rhythm games), electronic music (listening and composing), anime.
Personality: Ryuusuke is a confident and brash individual; he believes he has the answer to any problem that comes his way, and believes that any problem he can't solve is inherently flawed or unfair. Because of this attitude, he coasts along with a carefree outlook, believing that any problems can be easily solved if he just thinks on it. Ryuusuke's confidence isn't entirely unfounded either; he's very academically gifted, although physically weak. He has a logical thinking pattern and tends to put reason before emotions when working towards a solution. This isn't to say that Ryuusuke has no emotions whatsoever. He simply tries to factor them into his decisions as little as possible. He dislikes people that are overly emotional, and enjoys the company of people who think like him. |
1,555 | 33 | 15 | 2,135 | 55 | "t-thank you..." She said still bewildered by the ever increasing number of bystanders listening to the boy as she took Ryuusuke's hand and helped herself up.
Dusting herself in a flash she nodded to him and said,
"lead the way~"
She added making sure nothing had fallen off of her bag and securing it to her shoulder.
At least if she followed Ryuusuke she would have someone to talk to about things that weren't necessarily related to spooky things or rumors of any type, at least that's the impression Ryuusuke gave her, someone who didn't liked baseless rumors. | Name: Annie Leclair
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Botany club. Tracking team. When she if off school she likes to study and exercise, goes out for frequent jogging sessions. She also keeps a white cat named Susu.
Personality: She is sort of a charismatic klutz, appears to be somewhat of an air head blond and its extremely nice and polite to others and tries to always keep a positive attitude. Since she came to japan not too long ago her Japanese still needs some work which can lead to some interesting conversations, that said, her writing and reading skills are as good as any other students, and her academic grades are a cut abode the average as against her klutzy fool-like attitude to things she is often within the top 10 grades on her grade.
She is very active and curious, those who kind her charming or weird hang with him so she is always seen with a friend or two, she loves to help others, including the teachers.
*She is also a vegetarian.
*Exchange student to 2-2. |
1,556 | 33 | 16 | 156 | 2,749 | And, when the two anonymous boys jumped into the conversation, Etsuko was faced with the biggest issue she had with people: their sudden need for confrontation. Of course, the talking bothered her, the constant need for companionship, peer pressure, pretentiousness and everything else about humans annoyed her greatly, but at her core, their aggressiveness made her wish she was a tiger instead. Tigers hated everyone and everything; but, most importantly, they were solitary creatures.
When the two boys approached, immediately jumping at the chance to degrade Keigo for a simple joke – an unfunny one, but still a joke – Etsuko had half a mind to speak up. However, no matter how much she hated these undeniable facts about humanity and how much she just wanted to yell and punch everyone in the classroom, it was against her nature. So, she carefully tried to slink away, her foot sliding partially to the side, until an annoyingly warm hand latched onto her arm, seeking comfort that she didn’t want to give. Etsuko shot Chiasa a look; it seemed indifferent enough, but on the inside she was boiling.
“Hey, idiots, leave him alone. He was just kidding!” Chiasa hissed, squeezing Etsuko’s arm for assistance. “Etsuko-chan, tell them.”
The strawberry blonde blinked slowly, taking the time to cool her nerves before opening her eyes again and nodding tightly. “He was.”
She hoped that would have been enough to cease the situation and sent a quick prayer to God, despite not being religious in the least. | Name:
Ueda, Etsuko
Gender:
Female
Age:
Sixteen
Class:
2-2
Hobbies & Interests:
Collects bugs and insects, volunteers at the animal shelter, reads, hiking; no clubs
Personality:
Etsuko has just moved to the school and has not made any friends, shuffling away from the prospect of people. So far, no one has heard her talk much except for the few odd words here and there and she has not smiled once either. Most think she is a shy person due to her politeness and cordial behavior towards people when they do bother her. However, those that think this are wrong – Etsuko just hates everyone. She hates having to talk with others, or listen to others, or even be associated with others. Etsuko hates the general thought that she is shy because it often leads to many students believing they can “bring her out of her shell” when she really just wants to be alone. Not only is she antisocial, she is extremely volatile and has thankfully never blown-up whilst at the school. Her hot-headed nature tends to rear its head when people are too touchy with her, insulting, or stupid. She doesn’t like showing this side of though. She does well in school, and she enjoys being in peaceful environments and in nature. |
1,557 | 33 | 17 | 2,778 | 353 | This was not what Gruffydd had thought would happen. Maybe if I’d actually thought I would have seen it coming. Gruffydd’s gaze was drawn downwards, and his expression of contempt melted into one of shame. His thoughts spilled out into muttered speech—but in Welsh, the language he still thought in. “Mae'n debyg y gallai fod wedi bod yn waeth, ond mae angen i mi gael hwn o dan reolaeth.”
He looked up again at Keigo. “They’re right, it was a joke, and I should have seen it from the start. I was, I will admit, annoyed with—well, a couple of things, really—and I allowed myself to direct it at you, while you held direct responsibility for none of it. That was wrong, and I am sorry.” His apology was, as he had long ago learned custom dictated, with a bow. Not a particularly deep bow, as—despite his direct and somewhat grave phrasing—he understood this infraction to be relatively minor. But he was not one to beat around the bush in a situation like this, so both apology and bow were necesarry.
Gruffydd’s rather abrupt change in demeanor had caught Keigo off guard, but the underclassman got out a rather confused expetence. That done, Gruffydd stood straight up and, without missing a beat, delivered his fellow third year and elbow in the side, perhaps a tad more forceful than was necesarry, but the message was clear: “Alright, now it's your turn.” | Name:Iorwerth, Gruffydd (Pronounciation: ee-OR-oo-err-t, GREE-fuhth—it’s Welsh. See “History”)
Gender:Male
Age:17
Class:3-2
Appearance:
Griffith is large, in part from his height of about six feet. The genetic lottery has supplemented his above-average height with a bulky frame, and through concerted effort he has filled his frame out with musculature to match—though he has avoided excessive bulk. His lips are almost always upturned in a massive grin, and his eyes shine with mirth. His dark hair and eyes contrast his skin, which is paler than most.
Hobbies and Interests:
More than anything else, Iorwerth likes testing himself. Often, this takes the form of mental challenges—often against other people, like a game of go or chess—but while he isn’t unintelligent, he doesn’t win very often. That said, he still derives pleasure from the challenge. He fares much better with challenges that test a person’s physical abilities, which he approaches with even greater zeal.
He also has considerable interest in folk tales from around the world, but especially from his homeland.
Personality:
Iorwerth proves a match for the mirth found in his eyes. He is warm, and amicable to a fault. His deep, echoing laughter is always bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to burst forth in response to some good natured ribbing of one of his friends, or even of himself. It is a rare day when he is angry, but it often happens in response to some perceived threat to himself or one of his friends. In such cases, his echoing voice turns excessively aggressive, and he has dragged himself into a fair few fights because of it.
History:
Born in Aberffraw in north-western Wales, Iorwerth grew up speaking his native Welsh and, in accordance with UK laws, English. When he was six, business required his parents to move to Japan. While initially temporary, both work and pleasure conspired to have Iorwerth’s parents settle in Aikari permanently. |
1,558 | 33 | 18 | 1,916 | 181 | Sorry about that, Rin apologized to Nori before she watched the exchange before the three boys. Her dark hair was as scattered as she felt witnessing the dismissal of Keigo's tales from Gruffydd. The once giddy atmosphere of the homeroom hardened like dry spaghetti as Keigo was put on the spot, but Rin just watched with wide eyes. Where was their sense of imagination? How could they just dispose of the rumor's validity?
"But doesn't every story have to have some truth to it?" Rin asked aloud to herself before weasling her way to Keigo. "Excuse me, sorry, thank you, sorry. I'll just take this," she mumbled nonchalantly while others in the clump of people cast strange looks at her. With a quick hand, she swiped the piece of paper out of Keigo's fingers. From what Rin understood, Keigo wasn't going to be doing anything with the numbers anyways. That was where her fellow classmates did have a point. If he was encouraging others to head out, there wasn't a chance he would be caught patrolling the old building. Rin could feel her saliva thicken at the thought of satisfying her craving.
After slipping awkwardly out of the group's nucleus, Rin stuffed the crumpled paper in her pocket and casually waltzed towards the doorway. | Name:
Yamada, Rin
Gender:
Female
Age:
17 years
Class:
3-2
Hobbies and Interests:
Rin enjoys exploring the city as well as absorbing nature. She has a knack for the piano due to a lifetime of lessons.
Personality:
Rin seems to be guided by luck. Good things happen to her, and this is usually because of her optimistic outlook and positive disposition. Despite hardships, Rin is always optimistic that good things will happen tomorrow and the future carries good luck. Rin has a vibrant, expansive personality that is free like a bird; indeed, she cannot be contained. She is full of curiosity and always looks forward to the future, never dwelling on the past. Rin is detached from emotions because emotions hold a person back. She does not like to talk about her feelings because she simply experiences them and moves on. Rin can be reckless and irresponsible because she will jump at a suggestion of something new before she weighs the advantages and disadvantages. She may come off as immature due to being young yet ahead in school thanks to her parents putting her in accelerated elementary levels. |
1,559 | 33 | 19 | 2,551 | 163 | He had been watching the scene for a while. Despite he had his ears shielded by some blazing red head-cuffs, devoting himself to his beloved notebook was nearly impossible. The fuss was distracting him, he could not deny it: the clutter of people who had assembled was somewhat... intriguing. Or wasn't it? He was unsure. After all, it was a classic reproposing itself over and over. At the beginning of the new school year, here is the first person trying to rise up from anonymity.
Sighing, he had turned his body sideways on the chair and placed his elbows respectively on his desk and chair. Then, after having raised his forearm, he rested his head on the palm of his hand, looking at the ruckus. He had picked the outmost seat in the first row, near the window. It was a good place, one that could easily go unnoticed, and had a nice mountain view.
There they were. His fellow japanese classmates for another mesmerizing year at the japanese public high school. Vittorio followed with his eyes some third years enter inside the class, along with many other younger students. Keigo had already become famous all around the school. Good for him. Or not. He giggled between himself. It was funny how gullible everyone seemed.
He arched his lower lip outwards and launched a rapid glimpse at his notebook. The alliance between Aeonas and the Empire was of the utmost importance, and the Galactic Council required him to turn in the document regarding the agreement before this late night on the nastionstates forum. Well, literally, his early morning. He absolutely hated time zones. His forefinger hammered the side of his nose; an habit he got somehow: it hinted he was getting bored. Fortunately, the whole thing had settled itself, apparently. Good, just in time. It was the right moment to slip away unnoticed. During the opening ceremony day he had found a wonderful spot near the old school building, calm and protected from the sun. Thus, the perfect place to write down the tricky proposal.
He swiftly packed his things and headed out of the class, putting his head-cuffs back on his head and pushing his hands deep into the uniform's pockets. He definitely hated those itchy uniforms. | Name: Salutati Vittorio
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Appearance:
Hobbies and Interests: european history and culture; drawing; fantasy and sci-fi literature; RP & RTS games; swimming; jogging; no clubs.
Personality: The inconstant residency of his family tempered his spirit, making him quite the solitary type, overly self-conscious and introvert. However, he also developed an emphatic and emotive character, from observing and fictioning other people's lives. Forsooth, he really enjoys other's company. He likes maintaining his spaces and likings clear. He generally prefers to fall back when the situation becomes unstable, or simply "louder" than its standards. Overall he behaves oddly, but is light-hearted and imaginative, generally of good company.
Almost forgot to mention: he is a really good faker.
Background: After the assimilation of Vittorio's father industry by an international corporation, his parents sought an opportunity in joining the newly reformed international relations equipe, thanks to both his mother and father's proficiency in foreign languages. This, though, involved immigration in the home-country of the corporation, that being Japan.
Vittorio was born in Kyoto, and was homeschooled until the age of twelve, when he first attended public school. Thus, he speaks and writes proficiently both japanese and italian.
His parents job forces the family to relocate very often. However, it seems that Aikari is going to be the last and decisive move-out for them. |
1,560 | 33 | 20 | 483 | 371 | After weaving through the mob that had become his class, Ryuusuke managed to pull himself and Annie out of the classroom.
"Geez, give them something to bite onto, and they'll take the bait in a heartbeat," Ryuusuke said, looking back into the classroom.
Then he quickly released Annie's hand, with no fanfare, and head over to one of the windows in the hallway. The hallway, coincidentally, looked out onto the old building. He looked over to the old building.
One thing that Ryuusuke didn't understand was, why didn't the administration tear down the building already? Or at the very least, make it especially hard to even get to the old school building? There was no such thing as a foolproof barricade, sure, but with enough difficulty, a majority of the student body wouldn't even think of it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a movement out of the corner of his eye. He scanned the face of the old building to see what exactly it was.
There. In one of the upper floor windows.
Someone was moving around in the old building.
"What the hell..." Ryuusuke said.
Now normally, Ryuusuke wouldn't bother with it. Some student who decided to sneak in, he bet.
But then, he noticed a really faint glow coming from the same location.
What the hell? Was the guy trying to start a fire or something?
He decided it would be better if they didn't find out. He looked for the nearest teacher to tell them of the situation.
"Oy...! Izumi-sensei!" he shouted, grabbing the attention of the science teacher down the hall. She turned, and Ryuusuke jogged over. "There's someone in the old school building."
She grimaced for a bit, before her face returned to normal.
"Is that so? Alright, I'll get people to get down there as soon as possible," she said calmly.
As Izumi-sensei left, presumably toward the staff office, Ryuusuke returned to Annie's location.
"Looks like there are already people capitalizing on this whole thing," he said, shrugging.
Though one thing that still concerned him was that glow. What the hell was that guy doing in there? | Name: Igarashi, Ryuusuke
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Video games (especially rhythm games), electronic music (listening and composing), anime.
Personality: Ryuusuke is a confident and brash individual; he believes he has the answer to any problem that comes his way, and believes that any problem he can't solve is inherently flawed or unfair. Because of this attitude, he coasts along with a carefree outlook, believing that any problems can be easily solved if he just thinks on it. Ryuusuke's confidence isn't entirely unfounded either; he's very academically gifted, although physically weak. He has a logical thinking pattern and tends to put reason before emotions when working towards a solution. This isn't to say that Ryuusuke has no emotions whatsoever. He simply tries to factor them into his decisions as little as possible. He dislikes people that are overly emotional, and enjoys the company of people who think like him. |
1,561 | 33 | 21 | 117 | 205 | “Hey, idiots, leave him alone. He was just kidding!”
Nori’s heart dropped at the words. How did he not realize that he and his fellow classmate just made the situation very tense, putting Keigo on the spot. He heard Gruffydd mutter; Nori did not understand a thing he was saying but recognized the language to be the Welshman’s native tongue. He then continued aloud in Japanese. It stunned Nori to hear such words from his classmate, especially after his tone only moments ago. But he agreed; the two of them should have seen from the start that it had all been a mere joke.
Until now, Nori had remained silent, but the thud in his side awoke him from his trance.
“I... I apologize for my behavior. It was indeed a joke and I should have reacted accordingly,” he said while looking down, and paused for a moment. “I most certainly didn’t mean to turn it in such a grim situation,” he looked Keigo in the eyes. “I’m very sorry,” he stated in a solemn manner, bowing as he spoke these words.
Having said this, Nori slowly backed off, trying to slip out of the classroom unnoticed. Although he had created the conditions himself, he really felt the need to get out of there. Luckily for him, the hallways had cleared up as most students had either gone to their clubs or gone elsewhere, so he could exit the building without too much hold-up.
Feeling the breeze through his ash blonde hair, Nori let out a sigh, both of relief and regret. “Man... I really screwed up, didn’t I?” he murmured. This had not been a good way to start off the year. “I should have acted more mature, more according to my year.”
He wondered whether he should linger around the school any longer today; he definitely didn’t feel much like it. Maybe going for a jog would put his mind off the subject. | Name: Takahashi, Nori
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Class: 3-2
Appearance:
Hobbies and interests:
Nori is very much interested in spirituality, literature, and languages. In his spare time he can be found either feeding his lust for literature, browsing through books, or spending his time outdoors, going for a jog or swim. Needless to say, he is part of the literature club, although not everyone can appreciate his love for obscure, old and foreign books.
Although one might expect Nori to excel in school due to his curious nature, he is actually your average student. He is just a little bit better in the languages, and a little bit worse in mathematics. (To him it is like a language he is not able to master.)
Personality:
Nori is a soft-hearted person, who is rather serious and focused most of the time. He can at times be very mischievous though, playing pranks on those close to him. He especially has great pleasure in scaring his little sister Yumiko by telling her ghost stories.
Nori is not especially introverted nor extroverted. He is an easygoing person and gets along with almost anyone. He values life greatly and can see the beauty in almost everything and everyone. Accompanied with this characteristic is that one of the only things that can really put him on edge is when someone talks low of themselves or others (especially when it is not justified). |
1,562 | 33 | 22 | 2,135 | 55 | Annie left the classroom with Ryuusuke, he held her hand as they walked together, probably so she wouldn't fall again, he was kind even if he seemed uninterested towards many things around him and Annie liked that about him.
smiling lightly she was about to say something, about to invite him to the botany club for a quick visit, she wanted to show him her plants since...well... that would mean they would have more time to talk about stuff and in Annie's book time spent making a new friend was time well spent, however, something seemed to spook him before she got the time to speak, he ran into a classroom and she waited by the door until he was done...
overhearing their conversation it seemed he had noticed something by the old school building... someone running around or something, and a mysterious glow... creepy, but not totally unrealistic.
Trying to calm him, and mostly because she didn't saw anything as at the time she was too busy looking down, trying to make sure she wouldn't trip again,
"Hm... well with all the interest around that old place I'm sure a student is exploring the place... since it's dark maybe that weird glow you saw was a flashlight... see? hehe very handy right?"
She smiled as she pulled out her cellphone, turning on her flash light and waving it around a little before turning off the light as she smiled holding her phone with both hands.
"I.. I just hope all those weird rumors stop... It's kinda scary even if I do try to always look at the positive side of things." | Name: Annie Leclair
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Class: 2-2
Hobbies and Interests: Botany club. Tracking team. When she if off school she likes to study and exercise, goes out for frequent jogging sessions. She also keeps a white cat named Susu.
Personality: She is sort of a charismatic klutz, appears to be somewhat of an air head blond and its extremely nice and polite to others and tries to always keep a positive attitude. Since she came to japan not too long ago her Japanese still needs some work which can lead to some interesting conversations, that said, her writing and reading skills are as good as any other students, and her academic grades are a cut abode the average as against her klutzy fool-like attitude to things she is often within the top 10 grades on her grade.
She is very active and curious, those who kind her charming or weird hang with him so she is always seen with a friend or two, she loves to help others, including the teachers.
*She is also a vegetarian.
*Exchange student to 2-2. |
1,563 | 34 | 0 | 1,365 | 7,530 | The darkness of the compound was cold and unforgiving. It matched the faces of the guards and cultists who moved the children about and set them to tasks. Mikhail wouldn't know if they were underground, though it would lik ely be his first guess, or if the windowless, gray block they had lived within for the last few months, was in the middle of no where. Regardless, they could not scream, they could not run, they could not fight. The guards carried cattle prods they loved using, and Mikhail could almost be certain they had guns. Perhaps if they could manage to grab a weapon- but it was almost too late.
Tonight something was happening. The guards shifts had changed, closing off any planned escape attempts, and new cultists with black robes instead of the usual blue were walking around, inspecting the other children.
The last few months have been hell. Locked in cages, taken out to be strapped down to tables and inspected, tortured, teeth pulled out and fingers broken, some had received implants, some had been given archaic scars, others were beaten, broken, or outright killed if they didn't pass some kind of test. Directed in chained teams to build machines, taught to wield weapons or use tools, or dig out more of the complex, everyone seemed to be kidnapped orphans, party favors, a menagerie of children from different kinds of families and cultures, but all from near the same area. As the black robed cultists grow nearer to Mikhails cage, one of the other children scramble over.
A scraggly red haired girl near his age named Sarah, kidnapped from a middle class home, Sarah has suffered less than some, but the scars across her arms and legs show she clearly hasn't had a pleasant tome in the complex.
"Mike- Mike!" She would whisper loudly towards you. "We need to get out of here- tonight has to be the night, they're about to do something! The other kids talk about how some of us have been having special assignments lately, digging something- building or fixing some machine- I don't know. But there's a plan. One of us found a way out- a back door the guards use to haul in supplies from a ramp. Look, we've got kids ready to move- steal the right keys, open the right ways. We just need one more thing- you. Those robed freaks will come and when they take some of us down we need you to be ready. You'll be in the middle. Trip your guard and follow whoever's in front of you. I'll be right behind you. If anything goes wrong- keep running. One of us has to make it out. Then we can go and get help."
She would be laying her side against the bars, whispering between passing guards, watching the black priests grow ever closer, inspecting child after child. Some would be marked down on a clipboard by a following doctor. Sarah and even a couple of the other children would be looking at you desperately and waiting for you to agree before the cultists grew too close. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,564 | 34 | 1 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail would not disappoint the friends he made in this hellish place, even as his quick mind felt wary of such a risky escape plan. And so, he nodded, and whispered:
"Yes," before smiling faintly at Sarah. Even if this ended in his death, he would at least have done something for her and the other children. It was strange, they've become close during their ordeal, close to being family. And so, after voicing his agreement, he waited for the black-robed cultists to come and bring him out, looking every bit the broken, submissive prisoner.
"Come on out," one of the Cultists said, "it's time." And as they made to escort him and Sarah down, as they began to make their way to wherever the new tortures were going to be held, Mikhail extended his left leg in what must be the oldest tricks in the book, tripping one of his escorts and making a break for it! | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,565 | 34 | 2 | 1,484 | 1,595 | The school day had ended and the students were being let out onto the streets of the poorer side of town. As you would be going down the steps you would see your boyfriend, school quarterback and sarcastic goof Josh, who would be making his way toward you when the blondest, preppiest, nose-stuck-so-far-up-in-the-air-looking-like-a-pug girl, Brittany, would 'trip', 'spilling' her textbooks all over the pavement. In the most obvious show she could make she bent over, picking up things and almost rubbing in him as he handed them to her.
He looked awkward, like it was a situation he definitely didn't want to be in, and when it was over she headed to the car her parents were lending her, giving you an over the shoulder look like she knew exactly what she was really getting out of it, and he gives you an exasperated sigh and a kiss. Slowly he would start leading you to the school bus to head back to your seperate houses- but the fury starts rising in you.
This bitch, this stuck up- proud of herself, hair flipping bitch, was just obsessed with your man- and he was Handing her her books? What the he'll was this about exactly? And what the Fuck if you didn't want to go home, in fact, you'd almost rather meet up with him later- he owes you a date after pulling this crap. You might just need to do something about Brittany- she's had it coming for a looong time. | Name: Lauren Wentz
Nickname: N/A
Age: 16
General Appearance:
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 120lbs
Clothing Style: Catholic School Uniform.
Hair Style: Straight long black hair that stops below her shoulders.
Eye Color: Dark Blue.
Weapons/Artifact: Visage of War, A brown wooden mask with black eyes, A gift from the catalyst of Hatred, It gives it's wearer an altered look, the mask causes a massive, horrible and irreversible changes in anyone near the wearer, turning them in monsters and killers.
Accessories: A large switchblade kept hidden in her shirt.
Emotion most guided by: Hatred.
Skills: Singing, writing, sneaking about, pickpocketing and fighting.
Goals and Motivations: Lauren wants to be queen and as such everyone who comes against her must be dealt with weather it be through blackmail or at the cold side of a knife blade. Control over the people around her is the most important thing to Lauren and thus will go out of her way to keep the people at her school under her thumb.
Morality: while she's not against seriously harming people, Lauren has never and never plans on killing anyone.
Additional Information: Lauren has a deep hatred for girls with pretty blonde hair. |
1,566 | 34 | 3 | 1,365 | 7,530 | The black robed cultists would make their way over to Mikhail, and the first one, a tall one, although you can't see their faces, would draw a strange crystal out of it's robed sleeve ans wave it about. Maybe it's some kind of mumbo-jumbo, or maybe it's real- the crystal seems to change colors as he waves it about and he watches it knowingly. Or at least this can be assumed from the way he moves. He would look at the scientist and the doctor would tell you to follow him.
They would grab Sarah, much faster than they would you, and neither of you would struggle as they lead a dark haired boy- maybe a little younger than you, and begin the procession past the cages, down a tunnel further into the dark of the compound.
Minutes would pass, other children- mines or tunnels you can't be sure. What you are sure of is a vibrating, a dull hum, not under your feet but in your head, and the farther down you go, the thicker it becomes. Somewhere on your right halfway down would be guards in a wide hall- the exit you'll have to take. Less than a minute more the kid in front of you would start coughing- and before the guard could prod him to move he would dip and trip him, sending him to the ground with a shove. Sarah would seize her guards stick and start beating him with it, quickly helping you after you'd trip him up. She would brandish it offensively against the cultists behind you, looking almost like a cornered animal, and the boy that had been ahead would start radoing to initiate the escape plan as he unlocked everyone's shackles. In the few moments this all took place the cultists would seem shocked but held at bay, and the boy would begin leading the escape. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,567 | 34 | 4 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail began following the dark-haired boy as soon as he made his run, worrying about Sarah as he did so - he didn't know she would have the job of holding back the Cultists! He wanted to go back and help her somehow, but he was certain that she would not approve. And as he felt hope rise in his heart, Mikhail realized this, that he wanted to do more to help, that he wanted to do more than trip people. He wanted to help Sarah and the black-haired kid, because he admired their ability to have hope in the midst of despair.
He didn't know this, but he was giving off a faint, blue glow as he moved with the other kids, but no one noticed, for now.
Suddenly, he heard Sarah scream, and a cold chill went through him. Continue! his mind shouted at him, obey her wishes! But he found out that he couldn't.
"Go!" Mikhail said to the dark-haired boy, "Go on without me!" And he turned back to where Sarah was, along with the guards that may be grabbing her. Clenching his fists, he then made to rush towards them in desperate battle -
And everything turned blue. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,568 | 34 | 5 | 1,365 | 7,530 | As Mikhail turns he would see a guard extend a hand and it would be as thunder drummed through the cavern, all hearing reduced to a sharp ring. The lead boys body would drop. Executed.
Upon turning he would see farther down the tunnel, as the edges Of his vision burned bright, almost electri blue, a cultist would extend a hand towards the desperate girl, a clawed, disguistingly twisted appendage, holding a red and purple crystal on a lengthy string, and she would collapse with an agonized scream.
Mikhails back would be assaulted by one, two, tiny bites- traders that began pumping into him. It was a hot liquid burn, and his feet would falter. On one knee, teeth gritted, and the burning spreading through you, the cultist would approach.
Throwing back his hood you would see no human, but rather a twisted demonic vision, a stretched, split smile, jutting, sharp teeth, and black eyes rimmed in dim red. His skin was mottled, thick as leather, angry and surprised, and he would speak.
"This one." He would say in a multitude of voices, voices from beyond this world, and his hand would lay upon your head. The blue would turn from your vision, a corrupted maroon, purple and swimming with black, brown, and red. You would feel Despair. Everyone might be dead. Everything was Over. You would never see the light of day again.
Minutes, perhaps, would pass, but in the darkness of your unconscious mind, you would know nothing. Swimming with the edge of nightmares, voices, gunshots, and all kind of bloody, carnal darkness, you would awaken with a start.
You are on your knees. A pit lies before you. Runes, images, glyphs, lines are carved into it's sides and they disappear into the darkness whole meters below you. Ahead and in front is some machine, some hulking thing of strange parts and design, bulky and almost moving. Behind you stands the cultist, one hand on your head and the other holding the dark crystal. All around the pit are gathered the other children, similarly put, and directly ahead of you sits Sarah, her eyes closed.
"Now we gather here," speaks the cultist in his multitude, "in this darkest hour, to see the rise of our masters," overhead some kind of skylight would open and a moon would become visible, a supremely sized, ethereal blue, moments from reaching it's apex, "in sacrifice we bind ourselves to our dark lords, that we may serve them in eternal undeath, with ultimate power over ours and every heart," he would speak with greed, with hatred, with fear. It is true then. This was going to happen. These freaks are going to sacrifice you to what- Satan? Cthulu? "These tortured, Miserable souls are gathered here today as witness, as tools in this, the most arcane of rituals!" He would scream up at the ghostly moon, seconds away from the middle of the night sky. "Look upon the darkness- and know your fate!" He would shove your head forward and you would see some movement- was it Sarah? Does she live? You would look toward the pit and feel something. Almost a draft. A pull. Maybe, just maybe, these nuts had accidentally built a way out. Did they have time to inspect it before the escape attempt? Maybe that's the real plan, the pit had been mined, but it was so dark down there, who would know if there had been built some sort of slide or escape hatch?
Looking up, Sarah's head moves, and she stutters awake with almost a scream, caught in her throat with fear. "In this final hour, as the world's become one, we offer you an opportunity that is greater than any of us could ever receive! Sacrifice yourself, give into the darkness, and save the others! Do it! Or watch as one by one their lifeless bodies are thrown into the bottomless pit," he would say it with maniacal glee, almost pushing you too far.
But was it bottomless? What is it that you felt before- the same feeling almost that exists within this strange portal? Was losing anyone worth it? Would some god really come and choose these people, these monsters?
Are you willing to let others die to find out? | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,569 | 34 | 6 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Nightmares and despair and death, those all held the boy's mind as he struggled unconciously against his inner demons. Finally, however, he would wake up to a scene from his nightmares; they had failed, they were going to be sacrificed, and, wait, was the Head Cultist offering to save the others if he allowed himself to be thrown into the pit? If so, he knew what to do; clearing his throat, the (Edit: 16)-year old kid spoke:
"I will not...let the others die." Mikhail stood up, a new strength filling him. "Throw me into the pit; I am not afraid." The cultists could see that his eyes were firmly set.
"'Good choice, boy," said the lead Cultist, before four other acolytes took Mikhail's thin frame and threw him into the gaping hole in the ground. The boy screamed as he fell, closing his eyes, awaiting the pain that would come when his head would hit the bottom with terminal force.
It didn't come.
A few moments later, Mikhail opened his eyes, finding himself still falling, the wind blowing at his hair. Some moments more, and Mikhail decided that he wasn't deluding himself; something was happening! Exuberantly, he tried to right his position, instinctively knowing, and hoping, that that was what he should do.
He was answered by a burst of brilliant blue light that emanated from him, surrounding his body in an aura that seemed like bright flames. He felt a voice call out to him, whispering directly into his thoughts:
Child, Mikhail Peacemaker, will you be my Champion, my Squire? Will you spread Hope throughout this city, then the world?
A nod. I will, the boy thought back.
Brave boy, said the voice, and a sword appeared in Mikhail's right hand. This is the Blade that Ends Misery. Use it as I would. Knowledge would then fill Mikhail's head, welcome information as to what the sword can and can't do. A few moments more, and Mikhail flew up, up above the pit, enveloped in a fiery blue blaze, confronting a slew of surprised cultists and children.
"All will feel awe," he spoke out loud, and the Cultists bowed down in fear; it was quite clear to them that something had gone wrong, that they had summoned the wrong entity. Mikhail, his face stony with rage, gazed upon the lead cultist, before saying:
"You wished to summon one of my patron's kin, and live beside them in undeath. You didn't know what you were asking, and you still don't know now." Another cultist drew his gun, while yet another took out one of the crystals used on Mikhail earlier. With a thought, Mikhail created a construct of a giant hand that would grab the gun and throw it into the pit, before doing the same with the crystal.
"That will be enough of that," the boy said before binding every cultist with constructs of chains, before creating constructs of swords to free the children from their bonds. As Sarah and the others found themselves able to hope again, Mikhail drew strength from them, strength to keep flying; he was now sensing the weakness of his newfound powers. He then turned towards the Lead Cultist and spoke:
"Why should I spare you, after what you did to them?"
Another gesture, and the other children began healing of their bruises and other injuries, with some even regenerating their teeth.
"Why should I not kill you and all of your people, right here and now?" another question aimed at the head of the Cult. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,570 | 34 | 7 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail would feel the energy flowing through him, from the pit, from beyond, from even farther than the heart of the earth. It was sentient, it knew, it was a greater being than he had thought to exist, and it flew out to the children and filled them. It existed as the presence over him, that made his heart grow wings, that firmly sat as the blade in his hand. The High Priest sneered, his disturbing features twisted in a terrible grimace.
"Spare me? Boy, you do not know in what powers you meddle here- these others may kneel before you," and indeed they did, fallen to the greater power they had summoned, kneeling before the pit and the dirty that had risen, "but I am of a higher breed, and a whelp like you cannot slay me-" regardless what action Mikhail would attempt next, the Cultists crystal would rise and with a rush of whirling darkness he would be brought into the floor, disappearing from here.
Mikhail, the spirit would speak inside his head, saying his name not as his parents would of said it in the old Russian way, nor as the American 'micheal', but he would say it as the Latins would name the Angel, Mik-I-el, these others have been under the control of another. I can see inside them, these poor and wretched souls, whose minds are gone with nought but thought and use as for tools of some master- cloaked from me, I cannot see inside that darkness. Use the blade- End their Myseries, and bestow new hopes they have not felt upon them. For every piece of a child they have destroyed, each of them has received so much more devastation. Cut the misery from them and allow them new life. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,571 | 34 | 8 | 1,365 | 7,530 | The Cultists, a handful of about twenty members, we're purified- the hatred and terror stricken from them. Their memories were almost completely gone, splotches and spots, and while a few began to organize, as well with some of the guards, Hope itself speaking in their minds- others were left as little more than dolls.
Sarah, her heart nearly broken from what the priests crystal had shown her, said nothing as Mikhail would take her and begin following a cultist to a room. As they drew farther from the pit, the blue moon shining into it and the Machine sitting quietly, it's true purpose yet revealed, the strength that came to him would decrease with his distance, the glow stifled within him, and the power would rush out with a sigh.
Mikhail, Hope would speak within him, quieter now, it's presence still felt but no where near as large a being as it was before, You have done well here my child. Rest easy now young Peacemaker and tomorrow when you rise, I shall tell you that has happened here. You have much to learn if you are to be my Champion. Do not worry, here I can walk among you while the blue moon still sits Fits height and the way to the aether lies open. Much is about to change for you, young one. Rest. You will need it while you can.
With that his voice and presence would almost entirely be gone, only a faint sense of a bright light that was there before, but has gone around the corner. Fatigue would catch you, tired, sore, and painful, and you would know that perhaps a lot of things would be better in the morning but there were a lot of things to come.
The room you would be led to would be small, little more than a head barrack, a large cot of a bed, tech ready to communicate to some outside source, a chair, little couch, even a small kitchen and bathroom, all the necessities of a studio apartment, with little of the comfort that could be found even there.
Sarah would sit, taking a deep breath, and hold herself on the bed. For now it would indeed seem rest is best, and with a simple touch, the feelings of Hope would calm you both and promise dreams of a better morning. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,572 | 34 | 9 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail would sleep on the couch, letting Sarah take the bed. Despite this, he would wake up refreshed, new strength filling him. And...the sword, the Blade That Ends Misery, it was gone. A brief moment of worry took over Mikhail, before the sword manifested in his right hand once more. Concentrating, the boy would open his mind to the spots of hope around him; both kids and former Cultists.
Their Hope is my hope now, their strength, my strength. He thought of going back to the skylight, but didn't want to worry Sarah. And so he just sat on the couch, waiting for new instructions from his new patron... | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,573 | 34 | 10 | 1,365 | 7,530 | The Blade that Ends Misery would appear in your hand with your mere will, hardly a thought or a movement required, but it would be different than before. It was an instinct, but one that required practice, and the sword did not appear the same. It was both more and less real than before, it's weight corporeal where there was none, it's shape smaller and more solid, with a less archaic design. Through it you would sense Hope like a diving rod, filling the minds of childre nearby who could greet a new day, and the freed cultists, who's Only purpose now was service to that which would give them new life, Hope.
Mik-I-el, the voice would sound in your head, not yet familiar, but still calm and warming, and a rapping would issue at the door, a clear of the throat, and you would here the same voice with a stranger, reaper depth, though still not quite one that belonged to a physical set of vocal cords, more like a clear speaker. "May I come in, Squire? There is much to speak of."
Once Mikhail had undoubtedly allowed him entry, Hope would stride in. He would look strange, as if he were a holograph of a man, not quite there, blue splotches of shadowy color sometimes moving over him. He would be a tall, broad, long-haired blonde man, in a very nice business suit.
Quietly he would shut the door behind him and stride to the couch, where he would sit quite soft and primly next to you. Being near hear fills you with the same energy as before, his presence calm and serene, and already he seems like a simple, but great man, who speaks and acts gently, but posses a force within him the world could not quiet when unleashed.
"Mikhail, Squire- the Peacemaker, we have much to discuss. I know that you have many questions, and you may ask them. I will answer to the best of my ability." He would say to you with a serene smile. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,574 | 34 | 11 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail gladly let Hope, his liege, in, while Sarah would groggily wake up, her eyes opening a little wide with surprise at Hope's apperance, before the girl would look at how the strange man approached Mikhail, who greeted him as a friend. She would stay on the bed as Hope spoke to her friend, who was at ease. Then, the girl would hear Mikhail ask:
"Who are you? Or rather, what are you?" Mikhail said. "From my inference, you seem to be a being of great power, perhaps from the 'Aether' the Cultists," he shuddered, "spoke of? And, you seem to be tied with the power of Hope."
"Second question; what would you have me do? How can I champion your cause?"
"Third, just who was that Lead Cultist? Who are the enemy?" | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,575 | 34 | 12 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Hope would laugh, a hearty, full rumbling chuckle, and he would lay a hand on your shoulder, as warm and great as any other part of him.
"I am Hope Mikhail. I am Hope itself. You m ay call my Siegfried, or Sir Knight. Whatever you would wish. It is true, I come from the atheriel plane, a place of dreams and magic beyond this world. And you will be my Squire. You see, this cult you were given to, the people, they tried to use the rising of the Blue Moon, a rare magical event, to lift the veil between your world and the beyond, to awaken magic, and cause our worlds to meld. Among the ather there exists creatures, beings such as I, who exist as the very focus of human emotions. They were lead by one such force, that High Priest who served one of my siblings, and used their magic to bind these people to it's will. The pit, the machine, these trials- all part of their plan to raise their master, a being of Despair, Hate, Fear, perhaps even Misery, who are powerful in the way that I am powerful, some more or less so. I am the very embodiment of human Hope itself, and you can serve me by spreading my will, root out my brothers and sisters, these infernal machines, destroy them both and right your world. Or I feel only devastation can come," he would look grave, serious and hard set, and he would speak in a very low, meaningful tone.
"Mikhail, there is a great task before you. If those like me should succeed, disaster will spell for you, I, and the entire human race. As one who was so filled with Hope, I chose you, who at that very moment was in a destined place. Serve me here and now as my squire, with my sword at your side, and raise the banner across the lands- give your people a reason to look for the new dawn, and go forth to forge it. Do you believe you can do this?"
It is daunting. Many perils lie ahead. Some of these things, you may never understand, but still, it is your choice wether you will fight or fall, and if you believe that the world can be saved. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,576 | 34 | 13 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail bowed, finding only truth in Hope's words, and spoke:
"As you were the one who saved me, or helped me save the children in this place, I will serve you, not just out of gratitude, but also because I believe that what you want me to do is right." He then dispelled his sword, and placed his right palm over his chest.
"I will do my best to serve you and your cause, to spread hope in a world that needs it." He then looked at Sarah, who was gazing at the scene.
"Thank you," he said to her, "I could not have done it without you."
"Will you be okay, Mike?" was Sarah's response. "You have powers now, but you're being asked to fight."
"This has to be done," Mikhail said. "I have these powers now, and I have the responsibility to use them." He then faced Hope again.
"All right then, what is the first order of business?" | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,577 | 34 | 14 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Hope- Siegfried, would try to put things in perspective, "while you've slept I've been hard at work. I've learned much I otherwise would not know in the other realm. Things not concerned with hope, not told in the world of dreams. I have collected penance, the remnants of a shadow company that allowed the cultists to move and work at all this, removing and reworking the last bits of carcass these people had among the digital world and the picked at funds of their once-full lives. There are still those who," he would look almost confused, "devote themselves clandestinely to my cause, to my being, who believe I am sort of Angel sent by their God,"
He would almost scoff and shake his head, as if the actions of the humans seemed silly or rediculous, "I have contacted them. Some of the money has gone to charities, poor houses, true causes of the good- but others have gone into preparation. For a war." He would look thoughtful, and give Mikhail the chance to speak for moment while he contemplated their next true course of action. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,578 | 34 | 15 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail nodded attentively, before saying:
"Have you found out what targets are we going to war against?" Privately, the boy hoped that the Russian Mafiya would be among them; they were the ones who had killed the 16-year old's parents, after all. "Also, what provisions can be made for the safety of our homefront, while we or I go out to attack?"
"And, are there any other Catalysts or Champions of positive emotions?"
While waiting for an answer to his questions, Mikhail mused on Siegfried's words. While the boy still believed in a God, his beliefs were accomodating enough to allow for the existence of beings like Hope, just as they were accomodating of...other things. Besides, Siegfried/Hope's actions were all good, and people should be judged according to their actions, not their state of being. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,579 | 34 | 16 | 1,365 | 7,530 | "Very good Mik-I-el!" Siegfried would say with apparent pride in his squire, "you are a quick one. Targets, I am not so certain of yet. There are gang leaders, corporate heads, and much more in this city of- Serendipity. We can take them out, one by one, undermine them or defeat them and have their stocks added to ours. For provisions- there are still things to accrue, deals to be made, people you should meet. Trust them or not is your choice." He would think for a moment, choosing his next words with tact.
"There are many of us, the Catalysts of the Heart. As many as there are human emotions. There are courage and bravery, my brothers, love, happiness, some are even ideals- guile, self-righteousness, justice. Some will help you. Some may not. It is dependant on your actions, and if you can form bonds of trust with their champions and themselves. Some will never turn to help you- hate, fear, sadness, some are greater than others- ideals such as Cataclysm or totalities like Despair. These you must beware. They could easily be your downfall."
"There is something we can do- and it almost assures facing some of these forces. At This moment we stand on a gathering point, a Marker, a place where ley lines meet. Think of them as the magical veins of the earth. There are many throughout the city, a network, tied to these machines, to people, objects- focuses of great emotional energy that summons up the wild atheriel magic. There are ways to detect them. Find them out. If we can destroy some, rework others, create a different focus for them, we can find a way to banish the ather and all of the catalysts. It will be difficult but we can accomplish this. For a few days if you wish you should likely go about the compound. There are people to meet here that you may wish to know before they charge at your side. I will come up with a plan and then we will move into the city. I will go about procuring another base. You can also train with me and others. Hone your skills. Battle comes soon." He would pat your shoulder and stand, moving out of the room and about his business.
Sarah would slowly get up and come over to the couch, coming around to sit as she spoke "I... I don't know what to think about here Mike. I just- what he said is a lot to take in. Ether beings and lay points. Fights. This is a lot of big stuff." She would take a big breath before looking at you, weighted with worry, "are you sure you can handle all this?" | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,580 | 34 | 17 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail would smile at Siegfried's pride in him, and take in the Catalyst's words, before turning back to Sarah.
"To be honest...I'm afraid. A little, but I'm also hopeful, hopeful that, as Hope said, I won't be doing this alone." He then smiled at her, a smile filled with happiness, perhaps even the faintest glimmerings of love. "For you, and for Rob," Mikhail felt...stirrings for both the now-gone dark-haired boy and her, "I will do anything."
Anything within reason and morality, which still meant a lot.
He then looked at Hope/Siegfried.
"I want to meet our allies, then train in the use of the sword and other weapons. Also, isn't there a machine here? Has it already been destroyed, or do we still have to wreck it? Also...by banishing all of the Catalysts, do you mean yourself as well?" | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,581 | 34 | 18 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail looked at Siegfried/Hope sadly, then smiled faintly; he was not going to cry, even though his heart was breaking once again.
"I will miss you," was all he would say as he left. Then, responding to Sarah, Mikhail would then say:
"I'll use another shower to clean myself; I need to get changed as well. After that, I'll see the other kids; tell them everything is okay. Then, training." And with that, Mikhail went off to wash himself.
Timeskip
Having changed to another grey T-shirt and pants, Mikhail then went off to see the other children in their rooms. Once he drew near, he would say:
"Are you okay -"
"Mike! Mike!" he would be greeted with happy, exurbiant shouts, before being surrounded by other children who hugged him, patted his back, and began giving him quite a few 'thank you's'. It was clear that the other kids, though some might be frightened of him, would also be grateful to him for freeing them and humiliating their captors. The boy smiled at that.
Hope's personification might leave him one day, but what he embodied would stay. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,582 | 34 | 19 | 1,365 | 7,530 | The children would seem excited, the younger ones more than eager to grant their savior, a few of the oldest ones still sitting on their bunks. A young one, ten or twelve, would stand against the wall with a cap leaned slightly over his face.
One of the boys, a thirteen year old or so, would separate the young ones and give his hand for Mikhail to shake. "Hey there, I can't believe you've done all this- we're all really thankful."
The boy against the wall would scoff and pass by them, almost shoving and muttering something like 'speak for yourselves', under his breath, and storming quickly into the hall.
The lead boy would shake his head and turn back to Mikhail, "most of us are pretty grateful anyway. I almost got turned into one of those freak cultists, indoctrinated or whatever. Its pretty weird to see them around but- they're different. That knight dude says that they were brainwashed, and it wasn't their fault. I don't really get it- but I guess as long as those creepy doctors aren't around," he would shudder, "at least the cultists only showed up in the last few days." He would try to clear the thoughts, almost holding himself. Some of the other kids would look down before he would continue, "so we decided that with a bit of help- we could throw a party! Here's the first thing-" the kids would scramble a bit before bringing out a box and handing it to you, "it's a gift- from all of us! It's kinda all we could get," he would rub his nose and all the children would look at you expectantly.
Inside the small, white box, would be a large, clear, blue crystal, on a long string. It looks somewhat like one of the Cultists crystals, mounted in a small piece of the strange looking machine.
"It's a symbol." He would say with a more serious tone, "we found it near the Pit, and more in one of the stockrooms. We don't know what they did but this ones different, like the one the big guy with the twisted face had. We all touched it and it started to glow. Now it's got weird letters in it. We figured you could use it, or wear it, or put it on that sword you had." He would shrug, "you might need it." The children would look happily up at Mikhail, even the older ones on their bunks staring up at him, all save for the child who ran out. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,583 | 34 | 20 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Thanks, I love it! said Mikhail, greatly happy, although he was worried about the child who had ran out. He then took the crystal and put the string around his neck, causing it to glow mildly. Something that enhanced the powers of Hope, no doubt? Well, for when Siegfried was gone, it could be something to remember the days with him by. But, his eyes would then turn on weighter matters.
"So, that kid who ran off; I haven't seen him much before. What happened to him?" Hopefully, he isn't someone who wanted to become a cultist, or has been corrupted by them, or is somehow connected with the enemy. Mikhail felt guilty about suspecting one of his fellow former captives of such things, but he was in a war right now, and paranoia was sometimes reasonable.
Or, it could just be because I failed to save someone he wanted saved.
"Anyway," said Mikhail, "yeah! We can throw a party! I'd love that. However..." he then looked towards the hall, "you guys can make the preperations; I have something to do."
And with that, he ran after the unhappy kid - presumably having recieved an answer from the crowd about what was up with him. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,584 | 34 | 21 | 1,365 | 7,530 | "That's Fred," the lead child would say simply, "Robs brother. They went through a lot together and Fred... He hasn't been the same since he found out. None of us can really believe it- Rob and I made the escape plan with a few of us others help. He was strong, even stronger than some of the older kids- not in his arms, but, well you know what I mean. In his heart," he would look a little embarrassed by the corniness of it, but more sad over the loss of a friend. Mikhail was a second hand savior- a last minute underdog hope no one expected. It seems like Rob was the real leader of the kids. Even Sarah seemed to flinch inside when he was mentioned.
The kids had all been pretty happy he'd accepted the gift, all cheering after him and affirming that they'd try to get the party together around dinner.
Out in the halls would be the child who had left, perhaps still younger than Mikhails first guess, a blonde shaggy-haired kid in a green cap, and he would still be in the process of storming down the halls, the faint sound of sobbing and sniffling as Mikhail drew nearer. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,585 | 34 | 22 | 1,365 | 7,530 | I see, Mikhail said before he ran off. "Now I remember." He felt a little ashamed of his earlier speculation, although his final guess turned out to be right. "Rob and I only spoke a few times, but he was always someone who can give hope to others; a really strong-hearted person." And now he's gone. A sadness and yearning filled Mikhail's heart, then.
As he neared Fred, Mikhail didn't know what to say. He didn't mean to replace Rob? Rob was a good person? He would forever be indebted to Rob? Or even, sigh...he loved Rob? Not that he would admit to that last sentence. Finally, he settled for:
"Fred?" Mikhail asked when he was in range. "I'm sorry. For not saving him." | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,586 | 34 | 23 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Fred stopped as he heard Mikhails voice. He turned to the wall, his face held downward and shadowed by the cap. As soon as Mikhails words were out Fred looked up in a crying, screaming rage, "fuck you!" It was the first real curse word he had ever said, and he'd never think of a better use for it than this moment, "fuck you! You think sorry gonna bring him back?!" He would heath his tiny fist against Mikhails chest, this once innocent boy now a ball of unbridled rage ans sadness, "you think saying sorry good enough- you think you can throw a party when my brothers dead- fuck you!" He would almost fall, crying, and sob out, "you didn't even come to his funeral! You or that girl- we buried him. Buried him with the others-" he would be sobbing, nothing more than a puddle of a boy, "we put flowers on his grave. He has a cross. I buried my brother." He would push himself up and the rage would return, blinding and almost a deadly stare, "it should have been you," he would say quietly, backing away. He would start to stammer something before he would simply take off, clearly traumatized, and dissapear around the corner. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,587 | 34 | 24 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Fred wouldn't stop running, eventually barreling into a bathroom where he locked the door. Several sniffles and sobs could be heard across the length of Mikhails pleas, eventually quieted after you can assume he slumped against the door, "leave me alone," he would say, "please just leave me alone. I'll come out later. I promise," with that he would sit quietly behind the door.
From this hall lead many other pathways throughout the compound, some rooms for stock, others repurposed. There were guard quarters and altar rooms for the cultists. Excersice rooms, break rooms, torture and surgery rooms, a med bay, a large kitchen and mess hall, the large showers and bathrooms where Sarah might have left from, and a communications room. Siegfried mentioned some of the guards staying behind, their lives and memories almost completely gone, same as the cultists. Siegfried himself is around here somewhere.
Fred mentioned a grave site, as more than a few may have passed in these trials. Rob is buried there. There is also the loading dock where the escape was supposed to take place, and of course the pit with it's machine. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,588 | 34 | 25 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Upon reaching the guards barracks, and passing the break rooms, it appears the guards are much as they were before- stoic, silent, sentinels, although a kind of almost fearful respect could be seen in their expressions, an awe that settled over them. There were perhaps ten or fifteen guards that stayed, compared to the twenty or more cultists, and only a few of the scientists. One, a thick man, barely in his twenties, would point the way- and even call you sir.
Robs grave would stand alone just outside, beside the mass grave for the children who had died during the expirements, and the few shoddy graves for those who had gone recently- anyone from child to priest who had last their mind or become to brave during the escape.
After a few moments of grief, Siegfried would be near you in ethereal form. He would appear not in a suit, or a corporeal body, but as a ghostly blue knight, his sword in his hands. He would reach out to touch your shoulder, nothing more than a tingling breeze or a warm wind spreading through you. He would sigh.
"Mikhail, you are never far from the truth. Your a quick learner, though innocence is now behind you the untamed feelings of childhood still sway to and fro on your heart strings," his voice was unreal, not quite static or breathy, but not solid enough to come from a true body, "Rob had courage. He would not have simply ran- his plan went so far as to destroy the machine and himself, as well as most of this compound, along with him. He was quite close to a solution to- if he had more time," Hope would sigh, and gesture, as if to say there never is, "but the Courage he displayed was so outright he was targeted. That's what it takes. The Courage to destroy all evils, even if it is only you who would stand against them, for no other reason that it is right. Certainly it took Bravery even, to say that none should come to harm as he did so, in the defence of all. He would sacrifice no one. But you Hoped. You hoped there would be a new day, a new light, and you took the leap- quite literally. Soon you will understand the meaning of Hope, for now- ah, you are worried over Fred. His hope is little, he is unharmed, but, with time he will be all right. You can't force someone to hope, another lesson to give you soon. You can only be his reason to. 'Be the light you wish to see in the world,' I believe a wise mortal once said. Come back inside now, I think you'll find Sarah and Fred near the bathrooms if you hurry," he would look concerned, "be gentle," he would say, and look up at the sky, "soon dark times fall upon us all." With this final word he would disappear.
Up in the sky you would notice- the moon hangs there. It may be only two in the afternoon, and it's full face shows blue through the sky. It seems larger than before. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,589 | 34 | 26 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail felt relief, knowing that Rob wasn't physically hurt. He then said:
"Rob's death...it had meaning. He did not die for nothing, because it made me what I was today. But I understand now that I am not him, that I cannot be him." He faced Siegfried.
"I am no longer in his shadow. He is Courage and I am Hope. Those two things will complement each other, even with one of their holders dead. And..." he prepared to make a promise, "should someone take the mantle of Courage that Rob should have had, I will test them - him or her - to see if they are worthy."
And, once Sieg had vanished, Mikhail would return back to the compound, hoping to see Sarah again. At the same time, though, he had to wonder:
How much did Rob find out? Also, will I really be strong enough to take on Dark Times? | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,590 | 34 | 27 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Siegfried would have given you a solemn nod before he dissipated, leaving you to your vows and duties. Back inside the compound, you would wander a bit, and find Sarah in the room with the Pit. It is a deep, dark hole, a stone-laid circle with nearly smooth walls, traced in archaic markings that now glow a faint blue, down into the black depths.
The Machine sits across the room from ant entrances, a strange, almost haphazard conglomeration of different parts. Grayish metal, bulbous, with thick cords, and strange coloration throughout. It takes up nearly half that side of the large chamber, part of it extending up the wall, onto the ceiling, and over the pit. The moon gate would still be open those some few stories above you.
"The pit and the pendulum," you would hear Sarah muse to herself, leaning against the wall of the circular chamber, it doesn't seem like she's notice you yet. Her face is set gravely, as if she's deep in serious thought, her arms crossed under her chest.
Her fiery red hair is wavy, with s slight curl at some ends, and goes down a bit past her shoulders. It seems roughly brushed and parted down the middle. Her grayish green eyes are lost in thought, a brooding storm seems to broil slowly behind them. She is pale, but clean, with very faint freckles, and a sharp jaw. She looks a year or two older than you, and perhaps a bit taller.
She's dressed in a low-necked pale green t shirt, some gray pants, and what looks like a pair of guards dark brown work shoes. One of the guards taser batons, likely the one she first grabbed, sits collapsed and deactivated in a holster. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,591 | 34 | 28 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Mikhail walked over, not trying to hide himself, not wanting to surprise Sarah. Once he was in range, he spoke warmly:
"Hello. Anything the matter? You shouldn't be so close to the Pit." A stab of fear shot through him. Sarah - she may still be in the early stages of grief. Walking faster, Mikhail said, moving as close as he can to her without causing alarm:
"What happened here, it will affect us forever. But we can choose how we are affected by it. Sorry if it seems like I'm talking nonsense." He didn't know what was going on with Sarah, and that frightened the boy a little.
"We and the other kids are starting a party; perhaps you can come?" Now he was worried. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,592 | 34 | 29 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Sarah seemed a bit surprised when Mikhail came into view, woken from her reverie, she would almost nervously fix a bit of her hair. "No, I'm fine," she would give him a small smile, and shrug at his prosaic nonsense. "Yeah, of course ill come," she would give a little laugh, "it's not like I have anywhere else to be." She would be smiling and appear happy, her inner thoughts tucked away.
"When is it? Dinner? Do you think the same people run the mess hall-" some of the children had been confined to their cages for a very long time, only eating when given food. Others had a bit more freedom, although the exact distinction was unclear, they got food at the mess hall- same as guards and cultists. The handful of agents who had stayed behind more or less assumed the same roles at a more peaceful, normal, happy way, from doctor to running the chapel- the cultists altars, now redesigned to worship hope. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,593 | 34 | 30 | 1,365 | 7,530 | Sarah would be a bit surprised as he took her hand, but she would seem to smile a little more genuinely. She wouldn't really know about anybody wanting to see her, sure she was an important part of the escape plan, but in reality the plan had failed.
"Thank you, I think I looked kinda poopy," she would laugh a little emberassedly, her free hand unconsciously going to rub over the faint archaic marks, surgically scarred into her skin. They seemed so light you'd have to be right next to her to see them, and after a moment she would continue speaking, "you were the bravest of us all- I don't think I would've had the same strength you did to jump in there," she would look behind the two of you towards the pit for a moment, the barest dour thought crossing her face, "I was just curious is why I cam back here. None of us know what's really going on- sure you and Siegfried do, and he even comes around and talks to some of us, but I guess it's just going to take some getting used to. The cultists don't even remember why they were here, and it's like we've all been thrown down the rabbit hole," she would make a face, not finding it pleasant to catch herself alluding to classic literature again, or even sure if it made sense, "I mean, I don't know- I just really hope it's all over soon." With her words the Crystal around your neck would emit a small glow and even the barest sound. Her eyes would meet it for a moment, locked in some measure of awe and bewilderment, before darting away. | All accepted characters can be transferred here. Please wait until approval to post anything here. Please keep ooc chatter to the ooc section. |
1,594 | 35 | 0 | 2,792 | 348 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
"Thank you Ava, I will not be needing it." Atticus got up out of his bed and checked his assignment on his left arm control pad, Not that he didn't trust the A.I. Just simply to get used to it when she wasn't around. Sure enough he was to head to the Training room, just another robot training. 'Hand-to-Hand, Lockdown Paint, Then lifting and the daily run. Light morning.' He thought to himself as he read.
Szabo cleared his daily activities around 730 hours and decided to take a look at the leaderboards. He passed this morning's activities with perfect scores. Hand-to-hand was 278 hits delivered - 0 taken, Lockdown paint was 31 enemy eliminations - 0 Spartan eliminations. His results today didn't move his rank. Still #14. Which was still good because there were over 300 spartans in the same facility.
It was nearing 800 hours so Szabo headed out to the mess hall. Speaking of the 300 Spartans in the Facility, they all seemed to be here. Atticus stopped for a second by one of the spartans he had worked with before, "What is this?" "They are combining us into squads." she replied. "They said we all have a squad mission right after this, We all are going to be flown to one of the surrounding islands, giving us the orders of what to do once we get there." Szabo nodded and continued to the seat that had the numbers 179 on the back and on the table just in front of the seat. He stood behind it, looking around. None of the other Spartans had their power armor on. Which was good, because neither did he. Atticus wondered if they were going to need their armor for their Mission. His thoughts were cut off by the loud speakers turning on and telling all Spartans to be seated and that they were about to start.
The announcer started listing about 6 spartans in each squad, each by serial number. After each spartans number was called they stood up and walked to the front, They were directed to spots on the stage that had labels. Captain, Pathfinder, Special weapons, Tactical, Ranger, Stalker, Vehicle Specialist, and Brute. Most squads had a couple spartans that could fill more than one spot, maybe not as well, but Could. After about 2 and a half hours of waiting and watching teams be assembled he finally heard it. "Spartan 179." He stood up shaking the sleep from his legs he paced quickly to the stage "Step here please." Said the man directing them to their positions. 'Captain. I can do it." | Atticus Szabo
gender: Male
Age: 17
Serial #: 179
Out of armor
Specialty: Captain
Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest.
Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle |
1,595 | 35 | 1 | 565 | 508 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
Cynthia rose from her bed with a loud yawn. "Morning, Ava..." Training room, hand-to-hand, lockdown paint, the usual. Cynthia was not looking forward to the lockdown paint. After her morning routine, Cynthia started making her way to the mess hall. She didn't bother looking at the leaderboard, in her opinion it really didn't mean much, compared to others who saw the leaderboard as some sorta hierarchy. When she made it to the mess hall, it was like everyone in the facility was here.
She sat down by her serial number and asked one of the others what was going on. Apparently, everyone was getting split into a squadron, in the back of her head she was really hoping for a team who didn't see her as a muscle bound idiot. When she heard her serial number be called, she stepped up to take her position. "Brute... Figured as much..." | Name: Cynthia
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Serial #: 497
Appearance: Outside her armor, Cynthia would've already had been tall and built if she were a normal human, but thanks to augmentation she has a very bulky build and stands at about 7'5". Her short, black hair has a beautiful sheen to it and the purple highlights at the tip of her hair gives her a flashy look. Her eyes were a deep hazel before augmentation and now have become a pale, golden color.
Specialty: Brute
Personality: Despite her daunting and menacing appearance, Cynthia really has a kind and caring personality, a little too caring for some. In training, anybody she took down would immediately hear the word "Sorry" come from her mouth and this would carry on into actually combat, despite being well aware that she is incapacitating or killing someone she would always say sorry. Its not like she doesn't know her own strength, rather she is a little against violence and would much rather see a peaceful solution or, when peace isn't an option, a solution that won't get her squad mates killed.
Weapon of Choice: Gravity Hammer or bare handed if need be |
1,596 | 35 | 2 | 1,335 | 18 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
Matthew rose from his bed as the A.I was talking.
"Thanks Ava". He looked at his daily assignments unimpressed. Training room. Hand-to-Hand. Lockdown paint. Lifting and the daily run, of course. Nothing really out of the ordinary.
Upon completing his training, Matthew went to the mess hall, as ordered. Beefore reaching his destination, he took a look at the leaderboards. His rank wasn't particularly high but was constantly rising and was above average. Hard work was paying off but Matthew was still feeling a little underpowered compared to the tallest Spartans.
The mess hall was filled with other Spartans. Shortly after gathering, the announcer explained that they would be sorted into squads according to their abilities. Matthew would ask for the "Special weapons" role of the team, as he excelled in heavy weapons and explosives, a somewhat uncommon specialization for the group of 300 Spartans who were being trained in that installation. Surely enough when he was called, he proclaimed that he would fill the role of special weapons. | Name: Ethan Warren
gender: Male
Age: 18
Serial #:643
Appearance: Under the armor, Ethan is a pale guy, with blue eyes and black hair. Ethan's armor, as though it is as pale as he is himself, is a light gray. The armor has a red stripe that starts at the chin of the helmet and moves up until it meets the pale green visor. The visor itself is more reflective than most armor, along with a hexagonal pattern on it. This is intended to allow the user to see through walls and other such abilities a tactical spartan should have. After the Stripe meets the visor, it splits into two lines that follow the visor to each side. Once the stripe reaches the ends of the visor, the go straight up once again, to the back of the helmet. Besides that stripe, the rest of the armor is simply gray with red trimmings.
Specialty: Tactical
Personality: Ethan is a very logical person. He approaches every situation, whether it is social, militaristic, or personal, with the ideal of solving it in a reasonable and intelligent way. He does not often talk to people, but he will have no qualms answering questions or responding to someone. Aside from that, Ethan most often plays chess, reads, or makes plans for battle.
Weapon of choice: Ethan uses a battle rifle as his main weapon, preferring to be in places he know that an enemy will be in soon to shoot them. He knows where the enemies are due to his ability to see through walls, and he keeps an eye on everything and everyone in battle to easily make strategies. |
1,597 | 35 | 3 | 1,851 | 36 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
"Good morning to you too Ava..." Daniel rolled the covers to his side as he sat up on the side of his rack to take a look at his schedule for the day. "Hand-to-hand, Lockdown Paint, lifting, and finally running. Sounds like a typical morning. Time to go to work."
All activities were scored under a point system that ranked each Spartan against eachother. Daniel's scores didn't put him vary high on the score board compared to his other brothers and sisters. Hand-to-hand combat was completed with 0 hits delivered and 0 hits taken. Lockdown paint was completed with only assists. It was as if he barely even tried to score points. The only place he seemed to win at was during running events. It was as if he would dissapear. While everyone was breathless after crossing the finish line, he was sitting to the side taking a nap as if he never ran. "What took you guys so long?" he grinned at his fellow Spartans as they jogged back to their rooms to shower up before 0800 came around.
Entering the mess hall just before 0800, Daniel could see that most Spartans were in their seats waiting for an assignment. Strolling over to the seat marked 259, he sat down in a relaxed manner. He looked over at the person sitting next to him to inquire about what was happening and was informed about the fact that they were splitting up into squads. Hours later, Daniel was called over to take his place. "Spartan 259, you're filling both the Ranger and Pathfinder role for this squad."
"Seriously? Both roles? I figured you would make me just a Ranger, but I guess you guys up in Ops recognized my talent as a Pathfinder as well. But is the budget so bad that you can't make more Spartans? Man, what is up with funding these days? Oh hey guys, nice to meet you. You can call me Daniel, or Dan, or "Legs", or the man. Whatever you prefer really." As the man ignored him and left, he introduced himself to his new squad mates. | Name: Daniel "Legs" Legend
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Serial #: 259
Appearance: A typical USNS Spartan, he stands at about eight feet tall, but compared to the rest of the Spartans, he is on the leaner side from all the running he does. When he takes off his helmet he has very short hair, almost the the point you can't tell what color it is, its brown if you wanted to know, He is cauasian with blue eyes and a grin that seems to be ever present.
Specialty: Ranger/Pathfinder(Scout), no one can run faster or longer then Daniel. Hence the reason he was nicknamed "Legs" by some of the other Spartans. He is highly skilled at scouting and information gathering. He is actually a skilled pathfinder, but it tends to get overshadowed by his skill as a Ranger.
Personality: Being the essential scout of the team, he is often in dangerous situations alone and has to be able to think and move of his own accord. He is forced to rely on himself in a majority of situations and as such, he prefers to keep out of fire fights where he is alone. He is very talkative and like to crack the occasional joke over comms to lighten the tension of a situation. He is the front man of the team and as in a sense responsible for their safety as much as he has to rely on them for is own making him a reliable teammate underneath all the wisecracks.
Weapon of choice:
Silenced SMG
Silenced DMR
Combat Knife
Flashbangs |
1,598 | 35 | 4 | 1,295 | 125 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 0800 hours. Good luck today."
"Goooood morning, Ava," Atari chirps as the AI greets her. She had been up since before the alarm, but had been enjoying the peace and quiet of not being surrounded by her fellow Spartans for a precious few moments. With quiet efficiency she smooths out the sheet on her firm mattress and slips into her training gear. A glance at her assignment control pad shows her morning training schedule. Target practice, lockdown paint, hand-to-hand combat, strength training, and a run. Atari nods, tapping the screen to turn it off while heading to her first exercise.
The room was mostly empty when she started target practice, but by the time she had emptied her third round the sound of a dozen or so other guns firing echoed, accompanied by the clicks of magazines sliding into place and the mechanical hums of the targets gliding across the floor. Atari finishes quickly and moves to the side of the room to clean her rifle.
"Have you heard about the meeting in the mess hall? Someone said they're putting us into squads today" "I know! I wonder how much the ranks are going to matter when it comes to positions?"
Atari rolls her eyes at the idle chatter of the other Spartans and continues her work. What did the rankings matter to anyone anyway? She had long ago quit looking at them, knowing that her rank would only annoy her further. She already knew she was one of the better snipers in the group of nearly 300 Spartans, and her natural competitiveness meant that she needed no further incentive to do her best than her own drive. With her rifle clean and put away she heads off to finish her morning training.
Lockdown paint had never been her strong point, long range was much more her style, but she completed the exercise without getting hit, which was a win in her book. Hand-to-hand was also not her thing, and her performance in the training likely was bringing down her overall ranking, but with her particular skill-set she knew that she wouldn't be underestimated. It was hard being on the small side as far as Spartan soldiers go, but she had honed in her sniping skills, and excelled in that area to the point where her other training exercises seemed rather unnecessary.
The gym was busy with other Spartans who were rushing to complete their morning training exercises, but Atari took it all in stride, finishing both her strength training and her run with plenty of time for a shower before heading to the mess hall. The walk was quiet, she slipped through the other Spartans and sat down in her chair. There was an excited buzz in the air that was silenced as the superiors explained about the teams and began designating Spartans for the different positions. Her eyes scanned the groups and she stood quickly when her serial number was called.
Already lined up were 179 as Captain, she knew from her past looks at the rankings that he was towards the top. 497 as Brute, she was a giant of a girl, and was tall even for a Spartan. 561 as the Weapons Specialist, he was a wildcard to her. And 259 had taken both Ranger and Pathfinder positions. Overkill much?
"907, Stalker.” Atari jogged to the front of the room and lined up next to her new squad. She glanced to the side and narrowed her eyes. This is going to be interesting... | Name
Atari Elena Finch
Gender
Female
Age
17 years
Serial Number
#907
Appearance
ARMOR
-ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting)
-Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit
-Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized
-O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate
-HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans
-Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary
-Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
-5’9”
-Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back
-Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes
-Muscular build, with long arms and legs
Specialty
Stalker
-Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range
Personality
-Sarcastic -Withdrawn
-Adaptable -Judgmental
-Observant -Competitive
Main Weapon
SRS99C
-Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise |
1,599 | 35 | 5 | 559 | 40 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
Solton uncurled from a set of hanging sit-ups. "Ava don't patronize me, I am not a child in need of a wake up call" he said with a low developing voice.
Scythe Solton was 6'5" 189.5 pounds of pure muscle, hanging from the coolant pipe above his bed in nothing but compression shorts. He quickly flipped down landing softly,almost cat like, on the ground next to his bed. "Besides, what makes today any different from any other day," He said stretching and revealing every line of muscle with precision. "I'll just be surrounded by those who rank beneath me. Useless and unneeded garbage" He said finishing his stretch with a deep exhale.
He looked over the usual training schedule as he threw on his PT shirt and Shorts. He headed out and commenced with Hand to Hand and Lockdown paint. He finished Hand to Hand with 230 hits delivered - 0 taken. He only hit kill zone points as a personal goal.
Lockdown Paint was a bit different although he is a stalker. 30 enemies eliminated with stealth - 1 Spartan eliminated read across the leaderboard. Solton hated working in teams because some idiot always screwed up. 'They are not my responsibility' he would think to himself. Although, the frustration would always read across his face when he saw the individual. Rank #15 is where he landed because of this slip up. Lifting and Running were to easy to pay attention to so he left the leaderboard and entered the mess hall at 0759hrs.
Solton moved invisibly to his seat number 333. Along the way collecting intel on the assembly's purpose. He sat and surprised most who sat next to him. They didn't even notice his approach. This always made him feel a little better after a fail. Now he waited for the loud speakers to belt his serial number.'A squad, can I do this?' he thought as his mind wandered back to "1 Spartan eliminated."
The announcer called out "Serial Number 333!" Solton stood and approached the stage. He was directed to exactly the place he expected, Stalker. He looked over to examine the captain's position. It was Atticus Szabo Rank #14. Rage ached at the back of his head. '1 Spartan Eliminated' The words almost seemed tangible enough to rip from his own skull. "I will not be bested.." he mumbled lightly. | Name: S. Solton
gender: Male
Age: 16
Serial #: 333
Appearance:
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Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence)
Personality:
A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing.
Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor |
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