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44,202 | 1,206 | 4 | 1,319 | 1,803 | Within the town the barmaid nodded her head, wife to the tavern's owner she was well past her maiden years. Hair once auburn brown now was heavily flecked with grey and kept back in a crowning braid. Her face freckled from the work under the sun and the hands steady as she delievered two mugs of barely ale to the early drinking huntsmen, one hand going to Andre for payment. "Two coins." She stated simply, her voice neither hard on the ear nor light on it. Common enough, this woman. The first rays of the sun's light were breaking through the pre-dawn and filling the small tavern as she took what payment was given, stored it away, and resumed to sweeping the floors free of the prior night's debris.
One huntsman looked the the young stranger, for incredibly strange twas he. Older and more haggard than his companion, he spoke with a raspy voice of one whose been about mountain or wood for some time. "Ol' Lutter went out hunting. Suppose to be he's got inter a scrape with a wolf. Worse thing- says aint no weapon ken hit the spirit that rides it." The other hunter- younger, his beard thick with crumbs from his meal. "Oh, sure. Thinkin' I'm a old fool!" The aged hunter admonished the younger. "But if that spirit wolf wants blood... It'll be from our herds and our lot. A spirit needs blood to hold onto the natural plane."
"So the Shaman says," The younger argued. "But that spirit you're so fond of would get it's blood from the wolf it's ridin'! Let them feed each other." Draining the ale he was brought he spoke to Andre. More assured of his own knowledge. "If yer askin' me I'd say it was just a wolf and Lutter was drunk. A old wolf and a old fool to match." The younger declared, chuckling a bit at the thought. For it was well known wolves were clever creatures and the old ones especially so. It would not be a stretch to think a old wolf outwitted a drunk old man.
The sun was still walking it's course within the forest, while there was talk within the tavern. As Cassandra reached the forest's edge the birds were singing their first songs of the day. Wood life was shifting from the night to the day creatures and leaves were a rustle with the hungry squirrel looking for breakfast. A small trail of the prior night ran across the entrance she took, a young deer fromt he looks of things. Wandering towards a stream perhaps a good quarter of an hour away. Not a bad place for a herd of them to pause for rest and grazing. Sheltered under trees with the river near by and high grasses and brush. They could have bedded down or perhaps grazed and moved on. The rustling of leaves further ahead signaled some other game as it moved deeper into the forest. A flash of color as a partridge scurried from one bush to another. Keeping to cover and feasting on the berries summer brought.
Deeper into the forest however, Kyranna was led. The tracks she followed were not so much tracks as signs of passing. Broken twigs and bushes. The odd indent of the grass. The tracks she did find were odd. Too small for bear and too wide for wolf. Not enough heel for a human either. A squirrel scurried from her path and up a tree, barking obscenities at her for disrupting his meal of nuts and berries and his work of storing away the former. The low call of a bird echoed as it fluttered from branch to branch. Assured in it's safety thanks to a pair of feathery wings. If she continued to follow the tracks they would lead to a stream, the sides of it rocky and strewn with debris such a stream would leave. The leaver of the tracker not there, and no obvious sign as to where the beast would go from there. | <Reserved> |
44,203 | 1,206 | 5 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna did not trust the forest as some others did. Her hands gripped her spear and shield tightly as she crouch-walked through the woods, wincing at each crunch her feet made. The signs of passage that she followed were not appealing to her, either. Bears were best left undisturbed unless you bore a large group with you, and wolves were agile and cunning. Something that was bigger than a wolf and yet smaller than a bear was concerning, as it could hold a mix of the natural toughness bears possessed along with the natural agility that a wolf possessed. Such an animal, if it existed, would likely prove a fair match even for a group of soldiers trained as Kiyanna was. It was times like this that Kiyanna missed the few times she had been in a proper phalanx formation. The safety that the wall of shields combined with the offensive power of several spears at the ready was, once experienced, something that you never got used to not having.
Still, such a situation would not prove viable for hunting. When Kiyanna came to the stream, she stood. Grunting slightly as her now stiff knees were brought back into normal motion Kiyanna looked around. She saw nothing to indicate that the creature, whatever it may be, had gone off in any other direction. It merely vanished the moment it touched the water. Giving a sigh at her lack of luck. Kiyanna watched the stream flow by for a few moments. Her mind once again drifted back to thoughts of home as she watched the water gently flow across the rocks. Kiyanna now saw three options before her: Turn back into the woods and attempt to track down another creature, wait here and try to ambush something that came to drink, or attempt to go spear fishing with one of her javelins. With no patience left for tracking and too short of a day to wait, Kiyanna strapped her shield to her back and pulled one of her javelins from it's brace. Kiyanna had seen the technique, though without having done it herself the results would likely prove to be tricky at best.
Crouching once more, Kiyanna began to gently walk along the edge of the stream, looking for any decently sized fish swimming against the current. Though Kiyanna was more cautious this time around than before since the mysterious tracks from earlier had set her on edge. Something that could vanish like that was not a natural occurrence, and was not something that Kiyanna wanted to fight alone. Preferably, she didn't want to fight it at all, but if it came to that Kiyanna would rather have allies that she could count on. | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,204 | 1,206 | 6 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Ander cupped four coins into the calloused hands of the barmaid, smiling slightly at her before turning his head towards the two whom had acknowledged his presence;
"Ol' Lutter went out hunting. Suppose to be he's got inter a scrape with a wolf. Worse thing- says aint no weapon ken hit the spirit that rides it."
"Oh, sure. Thinkin' I'm a old fool! But if that spirit wolf wants blood... It'll be from our herds and our lot. A spirit needs blood to hold onto the natural plane."
"So the Shaman says, If yer askin' me I'd say it was just a wolf and Lutter was drunk. A old wolf and a old fool to match."
Throughout the exchange Ander silently sipped his grapejuice, taking into account what both are saying. With how these lands tend to be it's entirely possible that there was a spirit- atleast, something that can make these villagers think so. After it he planted down a few coin on the table for them and clambered up into his room, the wooden boards creaking in tow. He grabbed the sheathe of his weapon and set out to 'find' or atleast explore the woodlands for a bit, it was daybreak and seemed to be the safest to do so and he was slightly curious. People still eyed him but quickly went about their own business, they were indeed getting used to a 'foreigner's presence', well, atleast they seem to tolerate his presence.
After arriving the woods seemed inviting, the birds chirped surreptitiously and the rays shone through the evergreen trees, even being a tad too too peaceful for his tastes. "Well, nothing ventured nothing acquired." he said in his lonesome before stepping foot into the mellowing greenery. It was rich in small animals, plentiful fruits and sturdy trees. It wasn't much of a wonder how the village thrived for a very long time. Even when something felt off he genuinely smiled at the relaxing atmosphere that the forest exuded. It was a nice change of pace that juxtaposed the suspicious stares and general unwelcome vibe given off by most of the villagers.
It wasn't for about twenty minutes till he came across a stream of water. A figure clad in armour was edged along the stream, seemingly looking for fish but cautiously kept an eye on the open woods. That's good, keeping caution would make sure that you wouldn't perish uselessly. The individual let out an aura of a warrior, something Ander was familiar with more than he would like. After a few more moments their eyes met and he let out his natural smile, which looked mischievous no matter what he did. He wanted to let her know that he wasn't a threat, a fight is one of the last things he wanted. She seemed like she wasn't from the North so he kept a slight vigil of wariness.
"Hello~!" he called out, raising his hands in mock-surrender and letting the sheathed weapon on his hip dangle lazily, "What brings a person out here, clad in that much armour?" | Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
Other: |
44,205 | 1,206 | 7 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna felt a growing discomfort as she searched along the stream. It was a twofold feeling, discomfort in the fact that she wasn't finding any sizable fish present to attempt to catch, and discomfort at the feeling that she was not alone in these woods. Her vision lingered more upon the horizon and less upon the river as the feeling of being watched intensified. When her eyes met with the eyes of another wanderer in the woods, it took all of her willpower not to hurl her javelin as a response. Standing again. Kiyanna placed her javelin back in the brace where she held the others. Resting the butt of her spear in the ground, Kiyanna stared at the newcomer for a few moments before she spoke. "I carry it with me because metal is valuable. If I didn't, it would've been stolen by now. I also came to hunt, as the village is less than hospitable. Armor is good, as it will keep you alive if you become the hunted."
Kiyanna shifted her shoulders slightly. To the untrained eye, it was merely a standard motion. However, Kiyanna could feel the straps holding her shield in place on her back loosen slightly, making it easier to bring the shield to bear should this newcomer draw a weapon. It was a subtle motion, not one easily caught without careful attention to detail. The stream was unheeded for now, as Kiyanna had no intent on turning her back to this stranger. Kiyanna could tell that he was not of the northern lands, but it was also obvious to her that he was not of the southern lands either. His golden eyes reminded Kiyanna of the few times she had seen someone of the east, though he lacked their other features. His clothes seemed to be wildly out of place for hunting. The blues and patterns were distinctly out of place against the overall green and brown designs of the forest. The sword that this man carried also reminded Kiyanna of the swords that those of the eastern lands sometimes carried. This also set her on edge, as most people from the north didn't carry swords. Swords were more popular south and east, but Kiyanna hadn't brought one with her.
Was that this mans heritage? Eastern and south? Kiyanna would likely never know, but it was at least a fair assumption to make. Wherever he came from, he looked distinctly out of place. Though, in a sense of irony, so did Kiyanna. Most of the northern people didn't make use of hoplite tactics, and so her armor was distinctly southern in flavor. It was always strange to Kiyanna how everyone was treated differently based upon their origins. A human was a human, were they not? Though none of that really mattered at the moment since this was a meeting between strangers and not a political debate.
This meeting had a strange symmetry with Kiyanna's history, as it was not the first time she had been discovered along a stream by a stranger happening by. However, time would tell if this meeting went the same as the first time it happened. Though Kiyanna steeled herself against the memories of the past, since now was not the time for a nostalgic trip into yesterday. There was a stranger here with unknown motivations and unknown skill in combat. If Kiyanna knew that she could completely dominate him in any form of combat he chose to engage in, she would be more at ease. But she didn't know what this man was capable of, nor what he intended to do. Kiyanna's armor provided her with a degree of reassurance in that regard. She was safer from his sword blows than he was from her spear, shield, or merely bare hands. It was reassuring to know that, even against an opponent of unknown skill, Kiyanna's equipment was superior.
With the question likely to come up eventually, Kiyanna spoke again. "Tell me your name, and I shall tell you my own."
It was a simple question, one to diffuse the tension that the situation had, even if only slightly. It was better than nothing, though this was the time that Kiyanna spent mentally kicking herself over having ignored her social skills in favor of her martial ones. Though perhaps having good martial skills would make up for the lack of social skills. After all, more people respected knights than tax collectors. That held no purpose, however. The here and now was of most importance, and right now Kiyanna wanted to know this man's name. | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,206 | 1,206 | 8 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Despite the air of change and talk of danger within the forest, its beauty never ceased to amaze the young hunter. Her light steps grew quieter as she walked into it, not wishing to disturb the small animals that scrambled about. Arrows remained in her bow as she ventured, though her eyes were wide: the smaller animals made fun game and a meal for one, but Cassandra hunted to feed herself and others. Deer was her preferred target and--sure enough--they had left their mark on the forest from the night before. Cassandra adjusted the quiver on her shoulder and ducked into the brush to follow the trail.
By the droppings and tracks she was lead to a small clearing by a babbling brook. It was still early, so she stayed her distance and eyed the brush. As she stood, watching for movement, she began to string her bow. The clearing remained quiet and mostly still; her eyes caught some movement from miscellaneous animals and bugs. The bow strung, she tugged at it with her gloved fingers and stood to her full height. And that's when something moved. Cassandra's eyes snapped to the brush as it rustled. Deciding to follow this potential game, she stepped into the clearing to follow silently. She would take a long way around the brush to avoid making too much noise before continuing deeper into the forest. | Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches. |
44,207 | 1,206 | 9 | 1,319 | 1,803 | The groan of a stick before it snapped echoed about the clearing. The bush paused and Cassandra well knew it was not her foot that snapped the dry branch. From the greenery came a figure, one that was not quite right. It moved on all fours like a wolf, but the proportions were off. The lower jaw was missing, the limbs too long and thicker than any true wolf's leg. Across its back was a bindle of javelins strapped in place. Covered in a multitude of furs ranging from the grey to white or black of a wolf. The furs were all about its body bound with strips of leather and forming rough wraps of a sort. Wolven Elears upon the top of its head, tail limp against the crouched legs. Sniffing at the dawn, this wolf, yet not, moved in its careful way towards the brush nearer the stream. Cassandra was in luck for the creatire did not spot her as of yet. She perhaps even noticed the slight limp the creatire did possess and coppery scent of blood that was just hinted at upon the air. It was unclear if it belonged to this creaturehowever.
The morn had come, and the stream was a successful little fishing spot. Large trout and bass slipping towards their breeding ground. A slight splash was audible as a turtle helped itself into the water. While the warrioir and the trader talked life still seemed to meander on. Typical of any lush forest and possibly even a comfort for those who knew that a still a silent forest contained something incredibly fearful. That when silence fell it was best to be wary. But for lucks design the birds atill chirpped andsang to the rising sun. | <Reserved> |
44,208 | 1,206 | 10 | 1,078 | 1,927 | His eyes didn't lie, her muscles tensed up the moment he entered the stranger's field of vision, whom had a wary aura about her. She was fairly armoured up, moreso than a normal soldier infact, which was rare to see. Lugging around that much armour must be pretty cumbersome but the stranger did not appear to have fatigue of any sort. That aside metal was rare and a valued resource, it is expensive in most places.
"I carry it with me because metal is valuable. If I didn't, it would've been stolen by now. I also came to hunt, as the village is less than hospitable. Armor is good, as it will keep you alive if you become the hunted."
A voice called out, confirming his suspicion that it was a woman. "That's the catch, metal is fairly viable. As a ''trader'' of sorts, it would be most prudent to keep it hidden rather than schlepping it around as it could could bring unwarranted attention, no?" he replied in earnest, though his tone betrayed his words.
Her shoulders shifted, this nonchalant behaviour would be dismissed by many others, but Ander has seen this more than he would like to. The straps connecting to her shields looks loosened. She is more cautious than most, it explained how she was still alive this far North. The mere fact she carried weapons meant she was from the south. He actually had to fight the urge to test his mettle against this individual, as not many could. As he examined her, she seemed to do the same, her eyes scanning his body probably realizing that he looks too out of place to be from the north. Even her armour not being the normal design, especially her helmet being deathly out of place.
"Tell me your name, and I shall tell you my own."
It appeared that this lady knows more of the way of the warrior rather than keen conversing skill. "Common etiquette dictates that the askee be the one to reveal their identity first." Ander called out, letting a moment of uncomfortable silence fall between them before letting out a smirk and a titter, "I jest, I'm Ander. I am a... well, let's say jack of all trades- no, rather, a traveler of sorts." He bowed slightly during his rather short introduction.
"Now entertain my question if you mind; What, pray tell, is a warrior like yourself doing in these forests?" Ander asked, the bass catching his eye, "Fishing?" | Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
Other: |
44,209 | 1,206 | 11 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Snap!
Cassandra's blue eyes darted up, her body suddenly still. The sight before her was horrifying, like a nightmare had crawled out of some sick man's head, and it took all her willpower not to make a ruckus by turning and running away. It was unwise to blatantly run away from wolves, especially one that looked more monster than animal. Slowly, she crouched again and took a step back, pulling an arrow from her quiver to gently place it at the bow's sights. She didn't draw, though: she remained in place, brow furrowing and lips pursed, as she struggled to determine her next move. The young hunter knew that waiting around for the creature to notice her wasn't an option, but neither was sneaking off because in that moment, she didn't quite trust herself to move steady, stealthily.
Her gaze dropped to the wolf's legs. She had noticed the limp, but eyeing the beast again, she decided that mercy may be the best thing for it. It was falling apart, she thought, tilting her head to eye its missing jaw. The hunters' story of a monster wolf spun around in her head as she drew the string and slowly raised the bow. The poor creature should die, said her pity. Cassandra's breath was low and long, and she was conscious not to hold it as she pulling the bow tight. It'd be quite the feat for her--killing the strange and possessed wolf of the forest, said her pride. Taking aim, the woman's shoulders seemed suddenly broad and one could see the strength in her arms where the tunic sleeves lied across it. A monster like that shouldn't exist, said her fear.
As cold sweat beaded over her brow, Cassandra let the arrow fly, her eyes watching the back of the wolf's--but not--head. | Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches. |
44,210 | 1,206 | 12 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna nearly gave a sigh at Ander's remark about keeping it hidden, and countered it easily. "Hiding this armor would only be wise if I knew it would not be found. If I were in my homelands I would hide it without question, but up here? It is better to keep it worn and on hand rather than trusting that such a valuable treasure will not be found. The people of the village already hold wary eyes for me, and them seeing me without my armor could be more unwelcoming than they already are."
As Ander gave his introduction, Kiyanna made note of his name. Seeing as he gave his introduction Kiyanna felt the need to give her own and retain her end of the bargain. "I am called Kiyanna. I hail from the southern lands as a mercenary after my home was razed by bandits." Kiyanna felt no need to go into further detail, though she was also sure that the mental image provided by even the brief description was enough. When Ander asked what she was doing, Kiyanna had to swallow the urge to sigh again. Taking a pause for a brief moment to look around as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, Kiyanna looked back to Ander and said. "Yes. I am fishing. No luck thus far, since the stream seems to be naught but water. I followed some tracks here and I would dare challenge them as unnatural. They evaporated at the edge of this stream, and I've been trying to spear fish since. None have appeared that would be a respectable size for a meal and I wouldn't have the village people believe me to be over fishing the river if I caught several smaller fish.
It was at this point that Kiyanna heard a snap from further downstream of the river. She spun in an almost unnatural manner, scattering gravel and dropping to one knee and planting the base of her spear into the ground. Kiyanna held her javelin aloft and ready to throw, but after a few moments nothing came. Kiyanna's grip tightened as she heard a bowstring twang in the distance, but nothing came in her direction. Kiyanna didn't move for a few additional moments before she rose again and turned back to Ander. He likely thought her a fool, or overly paranoid, but Kiyanna felt better alive than dead or dying so the precautions were left in place.
Looking back to the river, Kiyanna pointed upstream with her javelin and said. "I intend to keep traveling in this direction while I have light. If you wish to follow me, fine. But I am keeping everything I catch." | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,211 | 1,206 | 13 | 1,319 | 1,803 | Hearing the twang of the bowstring, the creature stood up from it's hunched position saving it's life. For the arrow would have struck true, but instead it bit into the fur that lined her shoulders. Blood seeped down her back as the woman-wolf stiffed a yelp of pain. Noise would surely attract more. Though she bared her teeth in the direction it was shot from. Giving a deepened growl, she fled through the brush with the loping stride of the wolves. Though her wounded leg protested with flashes of sharp pain, infection was setting in and there was little she could do about the problem. The Tall Walkers- Man- always seemed to cause problems. Be they shouting and cast fire about to drive her away, or to throw their sticks and stones. Few had even egged on their dogs- unfortunately the dogs had returned if a bit bloodied by her rough spear and fangs.
Spilling over a log, the wolf-being did give a bark of pain as she skidded across the ground. She did not remain so prone however, had the Tall Walker given chase or no. Best to be far, far away before more came with their sticks and stones. Before they sought to put her on their walls or in their fires. A wolf would rather flee than face the possibility of injury, so did she. The wolfen fur and hide that covered her in a rough armor buffeted the branches and brush that slapped at her as she dashed through the forest into the slight clearing. Well did the wolf know mountains lay beyond it's stream bed and one could not follow so easily over rock. She did not expect two of the Two-legs there. One in colors like a bright bird, the other glinting with the early morning's cursed sun. The Sun was her enemy in this, Men were not so numerous in the time of the Moon. But to Andre and Kiyanna they would see a odd creature, perhaps something that looked so very human yet so very wolf. Even as Cassandra would have seen for a split second. Standing a bit less than average height. Covered in a mix of furs and hides. Roughly made tunic, and breeches. The covering on her arms and legs tied close to her skin. On her back a small set of javelins the tips fire hardened. A tail hung from her, and her head was covered by the mask of a wolf. From the ears to the tip of it's nose, but where the lower jaw would be a human's. The teeth bared in a snarl. From her shoulder was an arrow, the fur about it bloodied.
Panting she shifted her shoulder and peered behind her to check for pursuit. A brief moment. Before she began to pace a wide arc about the two, angling towards the mountains in the distance. While they were in a valley technically surrounded by mountains, these were the closest. Nearing a spot in the brush, she ducked into the thick foliage, if Cassandra was close behind she would run forgoing her stealth. But if the Tall Walker that shot at her was not so close behind she would slip amongst the brush, hiding herself away. Biding her time to try and throw the Hunters off her trail. Her preferred hiding spot a thick bush of thorns and good cover. Something where she could try to dislodge the biting stick. | <Reserved> |
44,212 | 1,206 | 14 | 1,078 | 1,927 | "Hiding this armor would only be wise if I knew it would not be found. If I were in my homelands I would hide it without question, but up here? It is better to keep it worn and on hand rather than trusting that such a valuable treasure will not be found. The people of the village already hold wary eyes for me, and them seeing me without my armor could be more unwelcoming than they already are."
What she said rang true, he said those words partially to test if she knew the true nature of the Northerners. They are a superstitious, and even warier bunch than most. Then never fully trust anyone who is not a Northerner. At this Ander pricked up a smile, "Indeed." he replied, shifting his stiff shoulders to crack them, "I have visited them a-many times and I can never fully wipe away the disdain and mistrust so I see what you mean."
"I am called Kiyanna. I hail from the southern lands as a mercenary after my home was razed by bandits."
Bandits... Those words stirred something inside Ander, for a brief second he looked bewildered but his expression was neutral in the next second. After shaking his head he made a mental note to remember her name. He had heard from his connections that the South seemed to suffer from bandit raids more than the North, so her words do have some foundation to them, even if she did lie, though he could tell that she didn't lie as her eyes faltered for a moment when she introduced herself.
"Yes. I am fishing. No luck thus far, since the stream seems to be naught but water. I followed some tracks here and I would dare challenge them as unnatural. They evaporated at the edge of this stream, and I've been trying to spear fish since. None have appeared that would be a respectable size for a meal and I wouldn't have the village people believe me to be over fishing the river if I caught several smaller fish."
Tracks... evaporating. It was indeed very peculiar, he could see why she was on edge. As he was taking in her words she snapped backwards, digging her her knees into the dirt and held a javelin upwards; ready to strike. He unintentionally drew his weapon at this sudden action but he held himself back somehow.
"I intend to keep traveling in this direction while I have light. If you wish to follow me, fine. But I am keeping everything I catch."
"A wise choice, it is much safer to be in company." he replied, drawing his sword back into the ornate scabbard. Before he could utter another word he felt something feral watching him, He couldn't tell exactly where but he somehow knew. There were many situations like this in the past, and his gut was almost always right. He dug his heel into the dirt and used his agility and magic. Almost seeming as if he 'appeared' next to Kiyanna, if one's eyes could follow his movement then they were trained well.
"Something's watching us, and I don't think it's human." | Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
Other: |
44,213 | 1,206 | 15 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna was about to return her attention to the river when she saw something unnaturally large move into her field of view. Turning her head to look, Kiyanna's heart stopped for a few moments as she took in the sight of what she saw. Kiyanna felt Ander move more than she saw him, and frowned to herself. Kiyanna was wary of those who possessed magic since she possessed none herself to use as a defense. All she had was anger and muscle, though sometimes you could do surprisingly well with that alone. Her senses coming back to her, Kiyanna stuffed her javelin back into the bundle she wore and thrust her shoulders to the right in a crescent moon arc. Her shield came loose easily and Kiyanna caught it with her right hand.
The weight of her shield was reassuring. It told her that the world was still real and reliable. Kiyanna stood for a moment, shield and spear in hand and ready to fight. Kiyanna examined the creature, and noted an arrow in its shoulder. Thinking to herself that the previous sound of a bow being fired had been directed at this creature, Kiyanna deduced that she and Ander were not the only two people now engaged with this beast. A third was nearby, and hopefully they would prove useful to this fight.
Bringing her shield forward, Kiyanna did something most people considered brazen. Bashing her spear against her shield several times, she issued a challenge to the beast before them. Now shouting, Kiyanna spoke. "If you want me-" Kiyanna dropped to her knees, her shield taking it's place before her with her spear held aloft in front of it. "-Come and claim me!" Kiyanna braced the base of her spear in the ground, making it so that a firm impact wouldn't send it reeling. Kiyanna placed the full of her weight behind the shield she had, which would ensure that hits against it would be met with maximum resistance.
Kiyanna was ready, and hopefully Ander was as well. The third hunter of this creature would also hopefully lend themselves to the fight sooner rather than later, as this creature was obviously inhuman and seemed to be unhindered by the arrow lodged within its shoulder, which was concerning. Again Kiyanna felt a longing for a steady phalanx more than anything. The reassurance of others by your side was always a comfort when facing the unknown.
Unfortunately, Kiyanna was the only one in these lands likely trained in phalanx and thus would be working on her own. She didn't like this outcome, but it was unfortunately the fruit of the circumstances that Kiyanna had thrust upon herself, and she had to reap what had previously been sown. | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,214 | 1,206 | 16 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Cassandra gasped as the wolf turned its gaze on her, but was relieved when it bounded off instead of attacking her. Scowling, she quickly knocked and released a second arrow, but the quickness made her miss again. "Dammit," she said. In a snap decision, she went after the wolf--it wasn't as aggressive as she had thought nor did it deserve to bleed out in pain somewhere. She ducked as she ran, retrieving the fallen arrow. She suddenly doubted that this was the same monster that attacked the other hunters, but she kept that in the back of her mind as she focused on following the beast and not tripping over logs or into low hanging branches.
She knew the forest well, but she was not used to running after a target for so long. She slowed to a stop, leaning over to rest her hands on her knees. The wolf wasn't terrible fast being wounded, but four legs still moved faster than two. As she stood, she peered out at another clearing. Brows furrowed, she noticed two people. Briefly, she recalled passing a stranger in town, one who didn't look unlike the woman. The other was a man, dressed brightly but still distinctly foreign.
With no sign of the wolf from where she stood, but the brazen display by the woman was a little scary. For good measure, she gripped the arrow in her fist before hesitantly stepping out into the clearing. Neither had a bow ready otherwise she would've stayed hidden. "H-hello," she greeted, eyes flickering back to the brush as she momentarily searched for the creature. | Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches. |
44,215 | 1,206 | 17 | 1,078 | 1,927 | "If you want me, come and claim me!"
Kiyanna was more fearsome than Ander gave her credit for. Ander's nose pricked up picking up the fading smell of iron in the air, Blood, it seems that whatever is watching us is injured. Anything that bleeds can be killed, if need be. The beast was quick on it's feet, with Ander barely being able to keep up. It also seemed more cautious than before, maybe due to the bold display and proclamation of strength showed off his by his compatriot. Well, even he would be slightly rattled after witnessing something like that. At this he sighed and drew out his sword, with it glinting against the sun's rays, he wanted to avoid a fight but it seemed that he had no other option. Though it wasn't like he was going to reason with the wolf-like creature anyway, even if it did look more human than animal.
Ander hoped that his swordsmanship was still up to par as he had a been idle for awhile, but one look at his weapon and a small smirk made it seem like it wouldn't be a problem. The end of his sword drifted towards a bush rustling, out of the woods came a woman of Northern decent. Her features gave that away as she looked similar to the villagers. Her hands seemed tightly grip on an arrow, probably also wary of what Kiyanna had done earlier, from this he assumed that she was a hunter with her calloused hands being furthering his already cemented theory.
"H-Hello,"
He eyed her up and down, it wasn't too absurd to assume that she was the one who managed to injure the wolf-like creature. The accuracy was nothing to scoff at given it's expeditious movement. "Greetings." Ander called out, his usual smile masking his face, "Have you come to drink water aswell? Maybe fishing?"
Maybe diffusing the tension would help, being too tense makes you freeze on the spot when the action actually starts. He didn't factor in that his intention might not have been all that clear.
"Oh, it seemed to have ran off. I don't feel it watching us." he called out, already sheathing his blade. | Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
Other: |
44,216 | 1,206 | 18 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna kept her eyes locked on the monster encircling them. Kiyanna shifted slightly as the monster moved, making sure to constantly point her shield and spear in it's direction to prevent it from simply encircling around to her blind spots. She put trust in Ander for now, since they had a common enemy at present. Usually, Kiyanna wouldn't put such faith in someone she had very literally just met but the current circumstances called for such a move. Kiyanna's body surged with familiar adrenaline as she waded deeper into her combat mindsets. It felt good to finally have an enemy she could fight rather than the invisible enemy set upon her by the mistrust of society.
Even the fact that this creature was clearly unnatural wasn't too unnerving to her anymore, since she had grown accustomed to looking upon its freakish appearance. Kiyanna chased away the rest of her fear with the presence of her spear and shield. While one hoplite was not as major of a force as three hundred hoplites, it was always reassuring to have your weapons with you when you needed them. It would seem that the day had a sense of humor after all, since the presence of this creature provided truth to her earlier statements to Ander about wearing her armor all the time. Though Kiyanna knew that dwelling upon such a subject now was really not a good idea.
As the wolf left, Kiyanna felt disappointment surge within her. It was disheartening to have such a combatant flee, though some would find the lack of a fight a relief. Kiyanna rose from her combat stance, a frown still evident upon her face. Strapping her shield to her back once more, Kiyanna drew one of her javelins from their bindings and returned her attention to the stream, though now she seemed to be more focused on the surrounding woodlands than the stream out of concern that the creature was not truly gone.
It came as a surprise to Kiyanna when Cassandra appeared and greeted them. Cassandra would be behind Kiyanna by now due to Kiyanna's return to fishing. Kiyanna spun about, though didn't plant her spear as before due to the voice being distinctly human. Kiyanna recognized Cassandra as the hunter she had passed in the village, though she was sure that Cassandra would not recognize her very much.
Taking a different approach than she had with Ander, Kiyanna offered a return greeting. "Hail, hunter. I take it you were the one who placed the arrow into that beasts shoulder? I heard the shot not long before it appeared with its fresh wound." It was a distinct feature of the otherwise implacable monster. Something that Kiyanna would keep in mind for later encounters since most wounds did not heal so quickly, even for those more gifted in magic.
With Kiyanna's question poised, all she could do now was wait. | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,217 | 1,206 | 19 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Have you come to drink water aswell? Maybe fishing?
Cassandra lips pursed, brows furrowing at the question as she looked down at the bow and arrow in each hand. "Not exactly," she said simply, politely. "It's a good spot, though I find fishing dull." Her tone remained polite but her voice wavered. She looked to the sword in his hand and she swallowed. Then her eyes slowly moving to the armored woman who was ready with a spear and shield. The brandished weapons made her uneasy, of course, but some of the anxiety was subsided by the fact she had her own. In addition, the woman's words made it clear that they were not ready to take up arms against Cassandra as did the man's sheathing of the blade.
"Yes, it was me," Cassandra confirmed, feeling heat rise to her ears. She didn't mean to miss her shot, make the beast suffer, and run into others who may judge her for it. "I don't wish to cause it unnecessary pain, but it seems to have slipped away from under my nose. Did you happen to see which way it went?" As she spoke, confidence came and the quiver left her voice completely by the time she asked the strangers. Her shoulders straightened and the white in her knuckles slowly gave way to their natural pale red. | Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches. |
44,218 | 1,206 | 20 | 1,319 | 1,803 | The creature- this wolf- had hidden itself in a thick bush filled with brambles. It had taken some work to get into, even more work to not bump the wolf's shoulder. Something they had failed at many a time, the pain filling the wolf-creature as the shard of flint dug deeper into its back and fresh blood warmed them. Reaching back, the so called spirit wolf had tried to pull it out and succeeded only in breaking the end of the shaft off, the head remained deep within its shoulder part of the shaft peeking through the furs. The awkwardness of it sitting right where paws could not grab it was problematic.
Elsewhere, the small band of consisting of whom the wolf had aptly dubbed the Sparkling Female, the Bird Man, and the Huntress were surrounded by forest noises. Something that had only paused during the spirit wolf's flight through the forest. The trail it had left was rather fresh, though undoubtedly the creature could lessen the amount of trail it left. Though not the blood that was smeared on a tree or a branch. Still the stream sang a song of moving life and the ice water it carried south towards the great salty sea. Cassandra would well know the trail would fade as time moved, and the possiblity of finding a wolf a second time was difficult. They were clever animals and the village had to deal with a rather large pack of them a near decade ago. It had not been a hunt but rather a battle as famine has famished the wolves. They were hungry and desperate, and Man came with food. With weapons and a danger, but with dogs and their own meat. Two of the Hunters had been badly injured and one had died. But the pack had been driven off and many of the wolves had fed and clothed the village.
Kiyanna as she had looked upon the wolf the longest, would have seen it's eyes it was not so far away. They were sunken into the face of the monstrous wolf. Far deeper than they should have been. And white was all about them. It was a fleeting glimsp before the wolf-creature had turned and fled upon it's oddly bent two legs. The heel of each foot in the air, a slight limp to the run. The staggering of it's gait. All signs of a injury and a shot that struck most true. Ander may have picked up on this as well, but perhaps not completely. To him the wolf had cocked it's head to the side. A small, small movement. The ears flickering slightly as though it had never seen such colors. Let alone a person wearing them. In their travels the two might well know the dangers a pack of these fearsome creatures possessed. Wolves often watched travelers and some attacked though most left them be. To fight was to risk injury and there was easier prey than a human and their biting fire and sticks. | <Reserved> |
44,219 | 1,206 | 21 | 544 | 1,477 | Kyle Hishamie
Kyle opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the initial pain that came with consciousness. His eyes stung from the sunlight, making Kyle realize he was on his back with his eyes look up. His head was in pain and throbbed near his right temple, so he assumed he either was struck by something or simply fell and hit hid head.......Kyle questioned why he could not remember what had happened before he lost consciousness. While still blinking away his grogginess Kyle yawned and turned his head to see another young man laying besides him, and from he saw they were both lying on the ground outside in the middle of the street. Kyle recognized the young man, his name was Charlie and he was one of the few people who did not detest his laziness in this village. Kyle appreciated it, sorta, so he never tried to mess with Charlie too much. "Hey," Kyle said rubbing his eyes and sighing ,"Why are we laying on the ground?"
Charlie turned his head and chuckled at Kyle's comment. "My friend you truly have a knack for arousing trouble. You were scaling homes, walls, and any kind of tall structure in the village all day and generally irritating the locals by doing so. From what I saw you slipped, bumped your head, got up, then sat down and fell unconscious so I layed next to you so everyone would we were simply relaxing instead of you knocking yourself out."
Kyle laughed out loud, then tried to sit up. His temple responded with hitting him with a wave of pain, causing him to lay back down. "Good show my good man. I appreciate it, how embarrissing." Kyle laid there, starting to remember the events that transpired. He had been scaling everything, but not for the reasons people were thinking. He was actually looking for something, a small necklace. One of the villagers was stolen from recently, with Kyle being the only person to witness the crime. When the criminal saw him, he dashed. Kyle was able to catch up with him shortly after, but the criminal explained how he had already ditched the necklace, saying since he did not have it there was no proof. The thief explained he threw it on top of a random structure, but he did not remember where. So Kyle had spent the following day trying to find said necklace.
He eventually found it, but had slipped while grabbing it and hit his head on accident. Kyle felt his pocket and felt the hard lump that dwelled within it and smiled. It was a small blue crystal necklace, with the crystal attached to a piece of string that held more sentimental value then it did monetary value. Kyle waited another minute, exchanging bouts of verbal jousting with Charlie, before promptly getting to his feet. He thanked Charlie again, then moved on. He needed to find the women who was the owner of the necklace, but first he needed a drink. He felt his pouch and all of his belongings had not been stolen so he decided to grab a drink at the tavern.
After traveling to the tavern and receiving a water and a moist towel for his head, Kyle listened to the dribble of the clientel of the tavern. He discovered quickly that there was a trouble brewing inside the forest. So instead of being a fool and dashing off the the woods with only a small degree of training and zero weapons that could kill a wolf, Kyle sat at the bar drinking water and keeping an ear out for more news. He learned about the affairs some were having, the trade deals, and the daily goings of most. After a few hours Kyle left the tavern, his head cooler and his mind straighter. "I feel much better now", Kyle said to himself ,"and the day is not over yet. What shall I do next? I could always return the necklace like I planned." Kyle looked back towards where the forest would lie outside the village and sighed. "I could always endanger myself for no good reason, go see what this wolf looks like. I mean....If I figure out what kind of wolf it is maybe I could trap it. Then I could spend my days napping and no one would."
Kyle shook hid head. "No! No no no.....that would be bad. I mean even if I did find it, what will stop it from eating me? Nothing because while I can punch, a simple fist will not stop sharp fangs and claws......." Kyle crossed his harms, sighed, then smiled. "But it will be fun........dammit me. I am so persuasive."
Kyle walked towards the entrance/exit of the village and sighed. "One last chance old friend....you need not do this for feeces and laughter......." Kyle gave a two finger salute to the village behind him then set off outside the village and to the forest. | Kin: South
Magic: N/A
Age: 22
Appearance:
6'2
170 lbs
Caucasian, Tan Skin
Brown Eyes
Starting apparel:
Simple light brown cloth tunic with black cloth pants. A belt with a pouch attached to it.
Personality: Kyle is very excitable, easy to interest, and overall a happy and gentle soul. He is slightly confusing, not afraid to nearly harm someone with a prank but would feel bad over swatting a fly to say the least. While Kyle enjoys joking and laughing and lazing about, fighting is against his nature. He grew up with a large experience of hand to hand foghting, but will not fight unless it is his last resort. He would rather receive multiple injuries than have to raise his fists.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, sneaking, has an eye that can notice the little details that make things click
Fears: The process of dying, having to kill or seriously hurt someone or something, someone who can read his body language when he does not want someone to, basically someone who can tell when he is lying. Sharp things that are moving in his general direction, blunt things moving fast in his general direction, poison, heavy things that are being dropped or thrown in his general direction, light things that are moving very fast in his general direction
Likes: Hot and spicy food, reading, pranking, being lazy, taking naps
Equiptment: Hand wrappings, a pouch of small wires and tools, a small pouch of animal jerky or animal jerky equivalent (I am sure even in this village animal jerky is a thing unless im wrong. Ive been stationed in third world countries ravaged by war and they make jerky from animals).
Biography: To say Kyle was unlucky was an enormous understatement. To start from the beginning, his mother died from complications from giving birth, which made his father hate him. While his older brother tried to stop him, his father ended up giving Kyle to his grandfather to raise then proceeded to dissapear with Kyle's older brother. From there Kyle would grow up under the strict rule of his grandfather, under harsh training, early curfew, and a multitude of chores. Although while most would grow up to be angry or violent because of this, Kyle chose to be a rather happy laid back fellow. While his grandfather was harsh with his words and strict with his rules, Kyle preferred to smile his way through the day, and to to nap whenever he could. Kyle was gifted at fighting, but he hated to raise his fists in anything other than training. This would become public knowledge in the small city he was raised in, and he was harshly teased for it. Others did not understand him, why he hated fighting and why he hated working. Why at every chance he would get he would sneak away to some random location and just lay outside, looking at the sky until he fell asleep.
At age 18 his grandfather died of old age, leaving Kyle his home and all his possessions. Kyle tried to take up his Grandfathers profession, being a city guard, but he quit that not long after starting. Again, too much work, too much effort, too much harshness. Instead he started his own little job, he was a repairmen of sorts. He had a knack for spotting the details in things, and being able to put things back together. |
44,220 | 1,206 | 22 | 1,078 | 1,927 | "Not exactly, It's a good spot. Though I find fishing dull."
Her voice wasn't steady, and it was clear that it wasn't the wolf that made it falter. Well, Ander wouldn't trust a duet of merry men brandishing weapons around like madmen either. She did have her own, a simple yet efficient design, the bows were similar; one can assume that it was her marksmanship skills that carried through with that impressive shot. A normal hunter wouldn't be able to do that to that creature, especially one as swift as that. He eyed her armour and gear, and indeed it seemed that her words were true, it was standard hunting gear; which just made her seem even more braver chasing that 'wolf'.
"Ah, I agree." he said off-handedly, his eyes now resting on the green forests.
"Did you happen to see where it went?"
"No, t'was a quick one." he replied, "Apologies, I lost track of it when you entered my field of vision."
"Wolves, well that one wasn't exactly a real wolf. It had features of a human, somewhat, atleast it seemed so from the limited time I managed to see it. The oddest features I caught before it disappeared into green of the forest were it's legs, it was bent... to the point of appearing unnatural. From the normal wolves I hunted or defended against in the past, they seem to stalk their prey, to see if the risk of injury outweighed the gain in fresh meat. Most of the times they leave humans alone, especially if they weren't in packs, too much fight for too little reward- humans also didn't have much meat on them and said meat was hard to pry from bones, other animals would suffice as a much better source of food. That's not to say there weren't any cases of such. This is however assuming that these wolf-like humanoids behaved like... well, wolves. It's not a leap of logic entirely but a thing to consider. It's ears flickered when she gazed upon my garb, curious."
Ander babbled, not realizing he was nonchalantly speaking aloud, "Oh, sorry was I rambling outloud? Hum, sincerest apologies, ignore that."
"What's the plan now Ser Kiyanna?" | Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
Other: |
44,221 | 1,206 | 23 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna shook her head at the question if she had seen where the wolf had gone. Even though she had seen it for the longest, barring perhaps Cassandra since she had originally wounded the creature, Kiyanna gathered very little about the beast. Kiyanna knew from it's size and behavior that it was not a natural creature, and the fact that it had javelins on hand gave more credit to this. Kiyanna's mind soured at the notion of more magical people roaming about, since Kiyanna held no defense against such an art. Some would call her envious, but Kiyanna didn't see of her feelings as envy. They were closer to a logical conclusion to her than anything else.
As Ander let his mind and mouth Wander, Kiyanna tugged on her shield slightly to make sure it was in place. The sunken eyes of the wolf made her think that this was a human using an extreme degree of magic to shape it's body into something unnatural. Kiyanna had heard of something like that before, but it wasn't something that was particularly common. Magic, as Kiyanna knew it, was a rarity. Magic like that? A rarity among magic. Still, Kiyanna could care less about it by now, as the beast was gone.
When Ander realized he was rambling and stopped, Kiyanna was relieved despite having tuned him out. When Ander asked her what she was going to do, Kiyanna pointed upstream with her javelin once again and said. "I'm going to do what I originally set out to do: Fish. I'm still hungry, and the village is still rather inhospitable. One of those two I can fix, and I am going to do so. Good day." Kiyanna left, then. Moving upstream with her eyes scanning the water for fish. It wasn't too long before Kiyanna quickly threw her javelin into the water and pulled it out with a large bass impaled upon her javelin. Placing the bass upon her spear, Kiyanna returned her attention to the water to seek out more fish.
It would seem that the spirit wolf had changed Kiyanna's luck for the better since she at least had something to eat for later. | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,222 | 1,206 | 24 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Cassandra's head tilted as she watched Ander ramble. Her brows furrowed as she listened--unlike the woman who seemed to be in her own headspace for the time. A frown remained on her lips as they two exchanged their own words and Kiyanna returned to fishing. Since Ander had went ahead in voicing his thoughts, she allowed herself to do the same: "A human-like wolf, then? I suppose that might explain some of the...strangeness. Regardless of what it is, though, I can't allow it to bleed out somewhere--that wouldn't be right. Or live if it's the monster the other hunters spoke of."
She eyed Kiyanna, pausing another moment. Cassandra was aware of the distinct coldness offered to strangers by the people of her village. It was better to be cold and safe than warm and harmed, though. She glanced back the way she had come from before speaking again, maintaining that cool but polite tone. "Thank you for your help," she said simply. She had almost asked for help, but the wolf could be dangerous and she didn't quite trust the two anyway. Besides, the woman didn't seem to be the most stealthy of warriors. So with that, she turned, returning her arrow to its quiver as she stepped back into the brush to pick up the trail. The two had confirmed the beast was close, so she just had to find a small lead to steer her in the right direction.
Sure enough, Cassandra's observant gaze found disturbances in the brush and forest: a faint print in the dirt or scarlet red drops on a brown leaf. She slowly came to a stop and stared ahead at a thick bush of thorns. It was clear it had been disturbed, as well: bits of bramble and brush lied scattered on the forest floor and a closer look revealed blood and fur stuck against the thorns. Slowly, she retrieved her arrow from its quiver again and knocked it against her bow--pulled but not too tight as to not exhaust herself before the wolf revealed itself.
With Ander's words of a human-like beast ringing in her mind, she found herself speaking to it despite not quite being able to see it. "Hello?" | Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches. |
44,223 | 1,206 | 25 | 1,319 | 1,803 | The forest was warmed by the sun and more of the little critters were scurrying about. Rabbits bounded for their hide aways as Kyle walked into the forest. The wings of birds and their songs fluttering through the branches. A rather distressed squirrel swore at the man as his breakfast was once again interrupted. It was in the forest one who was used to it could see the many paths taken by the folk to other villages or the stream that fed into a small river which fed the small fields. Behind him, the chimneys of the village waved wisps of smoke in the air as people streamed out into the fields and the forest. Plying trade in this time of plenty before the harsh Northern winter returned. Even then it was argued that it was still a time of plenty. When furs would be at their best and tracks would be easy to follow. The Northerners were hardy folk and well used to their snow and ice. Around Kyle the noise of the woods was a soft melody along with the trickle of water further ahead. A rushing sound of a small rapid that was the merging of river and stream. Cassandra would know this area as down stream a good five minutes from where Kiyanna was fishing.
As for Kiyanna the fish were in plenty. The stream did not team with them like the river, but they did swim up in a decent number. Seeking their old ponds of their birthplace to mate and lay their eggs. Frogs watched her from the muck and mud. A crane took a indignant flap off from a set of reeds. Not enjoying this foolish human disturbing his own hunting grounds. A lazy turtle floated past the woman, not caring of the feet in his way. A large being he was roughly the size of a dinner platter. and was snapping at the fish at the end of the woman's pole. Pulling pieces off as she pulled it from the river. Anders might notice a herd of deer pass on the other side of the river. Keeping close to the river's edge as they watched the humans warily. Wanting a drink, but moving on. A mighty old buck among them and paying them no mind as he led his harem further up stream.
Cassandra, on a different note, was in a rather odd situation. Brown eyes watched her from the brambles, as the wolf-creature remained extremely still. Well blended in the woody vines. Even the wolf's breathing stilled as it watched the hunter. Would she shoot again? If she did there was only one option and that brought more people with the sharps sticks and the biting fires. Best course was to avoid and hide, injured and hurt was bad enough. Cassandra would have a very difficult time picking out the spirit-wolf. The greenery clouding her view and the natural woody vines not helping either. To move them would risk a pricked finger, or if the wolf attacked- a bitten hand. Though she might make out the bits of dirty white fur that was on the wolf in small tuffs. The rest of her fur was the grey, brown, red mixed with black that blended with most of the woodland. Her 'hello' went unanswered in the quiet forest, birds flickering from the bushes ever so often. Not bothered by either wolf nor woman. | <Reserved> |
44,224 | 1,206 | 26 | 2,592 | 356 | Kiyanna was glad for the change of luck that had fallen to her. Nature seemed to be more caring than the village. Though she was annoyed at the turtle floating downstream taking bits of her food from her. As payback, Kiyanna gave it a swift kick and rolled the animal onto its back. Kiyanna was more versed in survival skills than she was when she had first set out upon her journey, and knew that when properly cleaned, a turtle shell could make for an excellent bowl. Kiyanna took a moment to jab her javelin into the turtles soft front. It was slightly cruel, but such was nature. With the animal deceased, Kiyanna tucked it under her arm and continued on. She caught a few more fish, specifically targeting the more plentiful males, before she stopped. Overfishing could doom the population of fish in the river, and Kiyanna wasn't going to have the village blaming her for it.
With ten fish and a turtle, Kiyanna had plenty of food. Kiyanna moved away from the stream and into the dryer grassy areas near the stream. Setting down the turtle and using it to prop up her spear, Kiyanna gathered wood from the surrounding area. She kept her eyes on her future meal out of paranoia that something might try to steal it. A javelin remained in her hand at all times, a suitable reward for anyone or anything foolish enough to try for Kiyanna's food. After gathering a bundle of suitable wood, Kiyanna returned to her food and arranged it in a small hole she dug out with her hands shortly after returning.
Kiyanna spent the next hour and a half preparing her meal. Her hands were coated in several different kinds of blood by the time she was finished, but she had a clean turtle shell full of fish cuts, turtle cuts, and clean water from the stream boiling over a fire. Washing her hands, javelins, and spear in the river, A small bundle of fish offcuts was also part of her reward, and could be used as bait for larger fish if Kiyanna found the materials to fish with. A pile of various organs and other inedible features was pitched across the river and into the muck. Kiyanna had no use for it and, although many creatures could be drawn with such a rancid bait, Kiyanna knew it was better to be rid of it. Nothing would be gained for keeping such materials.
With her stew at a furious bubble, Kiyanna removed it from the fire and set it to cool briefly. Once it was at a suitable temperature, Kiyanna ate quickly. With her stomach now full, Kiyanna rose from the ground and dusted herself off. Washing her hands and the turtle shell again, Kiyanna gathered her things and used the turtle shell to carry water to the fire to extinguish it. Burying the embers in the ground, Kiyanna headed back towards the village to see if anything else had happened while she was away. Kiyanna was pleased to have accomplished what she set out to do, and now needed a new task. She wasn't skilled enough to hunt the wolf in it's own domain, so it was wiser to find something else that better suit her talents. | Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.)) |
44,225 | 1,206 | 27 | 1,078 | 1,927 | "A human-like wolf, then? I suppose that might explain some of the...strangeness. Regardless of what it is, though, I can't allow it to bleed out somewhere--that wouldn't be right. Or live if it's the monster the other hunters spoke of."
"I have heard of hearsay in my travels that these creatures existed, I had no real way to prove or disprove, well, until today." he replied, his eyes swam across the never-ending green of trees. One wouldn't expect this tranquil forest would have a veil of spiritual pretense. This world held more secrets than any man could ever hope to keep, and this was interesting to Ander, so much so that another smile placated his face, thinking that even if he tried his best he would not be able to uncover every mystery.
"I'm going to do what I originally set out to do: Fish. I'm still hungry, and the village is still rather inhospitable. One of those two I can fix, and I am going to do so. Good day."
"Well if you so desire, mention my name in the local inn to it's keepers and they will prepare a room for you, even if disparagingly done so. Let's just say they owe me more than a few favours." he called back to her, whom had already began her work. All work and no play was what Ander associated her with in his mind. With a shrug he disappeared into one of the trees branches, keeping his sword between his legs as he scrunched his back onto the sturdy trunk. His eyes landed on a flock of deer being led by a rather stern looking buck leading them up further upwards the stream. Nature never fails to please Ander, it's silent, serene scenery was a guilty pleasure of his.
A blacked-haired individual entered his field of vision from down below. From first glance he could tell that he wasn't a Northerner, baring more of a semblance to his company earlier. He wasn't a hunter, as evidenced by his lack of weaponry and lack of any basic armour. "He is either extremely brave or foolhardy, it is a thin, blurry line after all." he said to no one in particular, continuing to observe this new person. He seemed not far from Kiyanna's fishing spot. Ander wondered how that meeting would go, well it's entirely possible this odd fellow could spot him as he wasn't trying to hide himself and he wasn't too far up.
Whatever the case may be, human interactions were endearing to observe. It was beautiful and utterly mysterious to the wanderer. | Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
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44,226 | 1,206 | 28 | 544 | 1,477 | Kyle Hishamie
As Kyle wandered through the forest, he left a trail of breadcrumbs as he walked. Well not bread crumbs exactly, just he more or less left something that could help him find his way home. Kyle had, in his pouch attached to his belt, the blade of what used to be a small dagger. The handle had been broken off a long time ago, leaving only the thing sharp metal behind, in which Kyle would use to mark a tree every so often. He would quickly and quietly make a small mark on certain tree's, an irregular looking triangle with a fourth point at the bottom. He liked using that made up mark as a sign that it was a mark to lead him home, so if anyone else saw it they would not understand its meaning. Kyle kept his eyes open and his senses turned on for any sign of wildlife, but mostly was dissapointed by being startled by squirrels and birds. He once thought he saw the wolf, which when he went to investigate it turned out to be a deer. Hopes dashed, Kyle continued walking forward, realizing soon he was going to need food or water.
Kyle noticed a slight change in the air, and started to smell something....well not wonderful but better smelling than anything else in these woods. Kyle wandered closer to the smell, and when he was within eyesight of the strange group that the smell originated from, Kyle quickly hid himself behind a tree. He was not sure if he was seen or not, but better to take pre cautions. He felt the tree he was hiding behind, saw it was rather tall, placed his feet against the tree trunk, and found a decent piece of broken bark to grab a hold of. Kyle thought of climbing the tree, but thought of hiding in the bushes in front of him instead. Kyle examined the group with interest, and with every second passing he was more sure he did not want to get involved.
There were beautiful women in this group, and a rather odd looking man, and he had an intense feeling these people were going to be trouble. Call it a gut instinct but he learned to trust his gut. Kyle reached inside his pocket and felt the necklace he had obtained, hoping that he was not going to die today. But hell, if there was one thing he was good at it was talking his way out of any given situation. Even if it did involve weapon crazy hot blooded fighters. | Kin: South
Magic: N/A
Age: 22
Appearance:
6'2
170 lbs
Caucasian, Tan Skin
Brown Eyes
Starting apparel:
Simple light brown cloth tunic with black cloth pants. A belt with a pouch attached to it.
Personality: Kyle is very excitable, easy to interest, and overall a happy and gentle soul. He is slightly confusing, not afraid to nearly harm someone with a prank but would feel bad over swatting a fly to say the least. While Kyle enjoys joking and laughing and lazing about, fighting is against his nature. He grew up with a large experience of hand to hand foghting, but will not fight unless it is his last resort. He would rather receive multiple injuries than have to raise his fists.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, sneaking, has an eye that can notice the little details that make things click
Fears: The process of dying, having to kill or seriously hurt someone or something, someone who can read his body language when he does not want someone to, basically someone who can tell when he is lying. Sharp things that are moving in his general direction, blunt things moving fast in his general direction, poison, heavy things that are being dropped or thrown in his general direction, light things that are moving very fast in his general direction
Likes: Hot and spicy food, reading, pranking, being lazy, taking naps
Equiptment: Hand wrappings, a pouch of small wires and tools, a small pouch of animal jerky or animal jerky equivalent (I am sure even in this village animal jerky is a thing unless im wrong. Ive been stationed in third world countries ravaged by war and they make jerky from animals).
Biography: To say Kyle was unlucky was an enormous understatement. To start from the beginning, his mother died from complications from giving birth, which made his father hate him. While his older brother tried to stop him, his father ended up giving Kyle to his grandfather to raise then proceeded to dissapear with Kyle's older brother. From there Kyle would grow up under the strict rule of his grandfather, under harsh training, early curfew, and a multitude of chores. Although while most would grow up to be angry or violent because of this, Kyle chose to be a rather happy laid back fellow. While his grandfather was harsh with his words and strict with his rules, Kyle preferred to smile his way through the day, and to to nap whenever he could. Kyle was gifted at fighting, but he hated to raise his fists in anything other than training. This would become public knowledge in the small city he was raised in, and he was harshly teased for it. Others did not understand him, why he hated fighting and why he hated working. Why at every chance he would get he would sneak away to some random location and just lay outside, looking at the sky until he fell asleep.
At age 18 his grandfather died of old age, leaving Kyle his home and all his possessions. Kyle tried to take up his Grandfathers profession, being a city guard, but he quit that not long after starting. Again, too much work, too much effort, too much harshness. Instead he started his own little job, he was a repairmen of sorts. He had a knack for spotting the details in things, and being able to put things back together. |
44,227 | 1,206 | 29 | 1,228 | 2,368 | There was no response in the quiet wood, and she allowed her eyes to pass the brush. Perhaps the creature had simply passed through it. Sighing, her muscled relaxed and she lowered her bow further. She wasn't determined to pick a fight with the wolf, but the guilt still hung in the back of her mind. For its story, the wolf was not the monster the hunters made it out to be--perhaps it wasn't even the same beast. She glanced back the way she had came, mind wandering to the strangers by the water. The path was quiet and her paranoia toward them subdued slightly; they didn't seem to mean her harm.
Deciding that she would continue her hunt, Cassandra continued forward and pass the brush where the creature hid. Even if she didn't find the wolf again, she didn't want to return home empty handed. Hunting was her way of life, and on the rare days where she did return without a trophy, she felt judgement in her father's hard eyes. She shook her head free of the wandering thoughts. "Focus, Cassandra," she said to herself in a firm whisper. | Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches. |
44,228 | 1,206 | 30 | 1,319 | 1,803 | The elder stag and his herd of does moved deeper into the forest. The stream far too noisy for their sensibilities with the number of two legged hunters that were appearing. He did not wish to risk loosing a potential fawn simply because the herd did not move when they had a chance. It was by the sheer luck of things that they moved along a faint path that would lead them past Cassandra, perhaps just within her sight before the stag smelt even more human upon the wind. The added smell of blood did not help his nerves either as his great antlered head moved about warily. Steering the herd away from this unseen threat and deeper into the forested mountains.
Kyle would, on his part, note the warrior as he saw her. Armored and with a large assortment of weapons. Her features were similar to his though distinctly from the Easterner's border. A certain hardness was the key to telling one from the other. Those on the borders had seen things of nightmares. Easterners were known for their devilish nature and the terror they wrecked. But it was on Kiyanna's part that she may notice the sway of branches in the trees as she trekked back to the village.
Back in the village, people were moving about as the usual. The sun was getting higher in the sky and now fully was past the high hills and low mountains. The higher mountains- titans in their own right- of the North were still the silent, frosty sentries of their domain. Groups of boys were darting in and out the forest. Returning with wood, baskets, game of fish or fowl. One group even came back with a goat that had wandered off. Girls darted about the fields and too and from the river. Herding birds or flocks of sheeps/goats with the odd dog. Though more often than not it was a sibling. Dogs were larger and sat near the house, despairing the heat that was moderate at best. Men and women were about. Working the fields, hunting, fishing. Carving wood was generally saved for the times when you were snowed in, it was the sunny times of summer that carved wood was applied to the use it was needed for and perfected to the use.
Currently there was a slight gathering the middle of it. Young men generally, with some of the elders. If anyone where to stumble upon this they would hear an argument between the group as what to do with the Spirit Wolf. A hunter had been founded killed from the night prior. Torn apart as if by a bear. But there had been no sightings of a bear and a man killer of a bear was not something that was common. If there was such a thing it would have to be dealt with immediately. Some vouched it was this Spirit, others declared for the bear. Many of the youth however wanted to send out a party to deal with the threat and hunt whatever it was down. But it was summer and the elders were more concerned with the crops and herds. Stating as much and that- ever against youthful folly- a full hunting party would have to comb all the woodlands to disprove either theory. No one wanted to face a rabid bear or spirit alone. | <Reserved> |
44,229 | 1,207 | 0 | 2,447 | 478 | The group of warriors, soldiers, and mercenaries knelt down before Queen Zelda in Hyrule Castle's vast throne room. They were a mixture of Hylian, Gerudo, and a strange silver haired race. Queen Zelda rose from her throne, her personal knights following her on each side. She was 58 years this year, her gray hair braided under her crown. Her once gentle and regal features were now wrinkled and lined, though there was still a certain regal beauty about her. "Rise." she commanded and the group rose to their feet. "You have been called here today to investigate a threat to Hyrule. Many magic-sensitive beings throughout the land sense a disturbance. You are among the best in the kingdom. Your mission is to find this threat and assess it and, if necessary, eliminate it." The Queen paced in front of the line of fighters. "You will go to the Zora's Domain and find the Zora Shaman Lamu. She will be able to tell you where you can start your investigation." The Queen's eyes rested on Lydia, but only for a moment, as she turned around and walked back to her throne. She gracefully sat down and looked down on them. "I trust you can handle this. You may leave."
As the others were leaving, Lydia Ordon got to her feet, her blue eyes narrowing on Queen Zelda. She marched towards The Queen and the Royal Guard quickly stepped forward, drawing their swords. "It is fine, let her through." The Queen said, and the sheathed their swords, briskly stepping back. Lydia continued forward, contempt in her eyes. "Your highness." she said bitterly. Zelda allowed herself a smile and she said "You look so much like your father." Lydia clenched her fists and asked between gritted teeth, "Speaking of which, Where the hell is he?" Queen Zelda blinked, no doubt used to people being more polite than that. Nevertheless, she replied "I am sure I don't know, m'dear." Lydia growled and continued "After my mother died-" Lydia's glare glowed brighter with hate "He left, he told me he didn't know when he would come back. If anyone knows where he is, it's you, so if you're holding out on me-" Zelda quickly interrupted "You'll do what, dear? I've already told you I don't know where he is. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, after all he's done for this kingdom." Lydia glared at her again and growled, walking off.
Lydia walked out to the stables, where the others were gathered. "Alright crew, we have our orders. Let's go find this shaman." Lydia shouted, mounting her pre-prepared horse, it equipped with food, supplies and equipment. She had to take a second to admire the castle servants' handiwork. They knew what they were doing. She spurred her horse towards the exit of the stables, stopping to wait for the others. | Name: Lydia Ordon
Age: 29
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Lydia stands at 5'6 and has a slim, but strong physique. She's not incredibly muscular, but a life of hard work has made sure she's fit enough to tangle with the best of them. Her ears are pointed and her eyes are ocean blue. She has short blonde hair. Even though she's 32, she was gifted with youthful looks. Her battle attire is more like this than that of the picture. It has no sort of Jewelry on it. Her sword is this. She also has a bow and quiver, which looks like this.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Longsword- A custom made longsword crafted by the Ordon blacksmith.
-Bow and Quiver- A bow and quiver made by Lydia herself.
-Leather Armor- A set of Leather Armor brought home by her father as a souvenir from the Hylian-Gerudo war.
Skills:
-Skilled Swordsman: Due to training with her brother and protecting Ordon, Lydia has become a skilled swordsman.
-Expert Archer: Lydia has spent her whole life training with a bow and arrow.
-Bow craftsmen: Lydia learned how to build a bow in her teenage years.
-Competent Rider: Lydia can ride a horse as well as anybody.
-Leader: Being the mayor of Ordon for 9 years has taught her a thing or two about being a leader.
Flaws:
-Prideful: Lydia is a very proud person and she would rather die than be insulted.
-Calculating: Due to her years running Ordon, Lydia has become more calculating and is willing to let a member suffer, including herself, for the good of the group.
-Inexperienced: While a trained fighter, Lydia doesn't have the experience of soldiers or mercenaries. She's fairly new to the whole adventuring thing.
-Reckless: Though she can be thoughtful, in the midst of battle she often takes risks that are dangerous or unnecessary.
Bio: Lydia was born to the daughter of the mayor of Ordon, her father a rancher. She had a brother who was three years older than him. Her childhood was spent ranching goats and learning about The Hero of Twilight, who enthralled her. From a young age, she showed to be a natural leader, often leading the other children around town on adventures and imaginary quests. She started to learn to shoot a bow and arrow when she was 6. Her father taught her the finer points and she took off, proving to be a natural. Her father was called to Hylian-Gerudo war, feeling it was his duty to Hyrule to join. Against the wishes of her mother, he marched off to war. At first he returned every 4 months, but as the war raged on, he was absent longer. Towards the end of the war, he was gone 9 months at a time. He returned for good when Lydia was 9. But Lydia, even at that young age, could tell he was a changed man. As the years went by, her brother began training to join the army. She would spar with him in the fields with the goats and while she never beat him, she got quite good herself.
Her brother left for the army when she was 13 and she soon learned after, he earned a place in the Queen's Personal guard. It was around this time her grandfather began to teach her about running the town. She was a quick learner and he knew she would end up mayor one day. When Lydia was 14, her father came home one night and told her and her mother that her brother had been killed protecting the Queen. She cried herself to sleep that night. She began training with weapons harder after that, becoming better each day. The Forest Guardian, Ordon was killed when she was 18, something her father was extremely opposed to. 2 years later her mother became fatally ill. Her father rode to Hyrule to beg the Queen to use a magical item to heal his wife. She refused. Lydia's mother died a week later. Some months later Lydia's grandfather stepped down as mayor and she was elected. Around this time, her Father told her that he was going on a trip and he didn't know when he'd be back. He left and she never saw him again. She ran Ordon well and made her grandfather proud. When she heard that Queen Zelda was calling for warriors, she knew the Queen might know where her father went, as they personally knew each other. She left her grandfather back in charge as she rode towards Hyrule Castle.
Secrets: Not yet, my dears.... |
44,230 | 1,207 | 1 | 2,707 | 241 | Initially, Kyros didn't kneel, but a firm poke to the back of the leg from one of the royal guards dropped Kyros to a knee. On reaction he reached the hilt of one of his butcher knives, but sure to form he was beaten to the punch by another soldier who quickly and deftly rested the business end of his spear on Kyros shoulder. Kryos narrowed his eyes at the edge, he didn't let go of his own sword's hilt though he didn't draw it either. Kyros had underestimated just how much control and talent the royal guard had. They worked like a swarm, becoming stronger with each additional unit in their presence. Kyros didn't see the guard trip him from behind and while he was focused elsewhere the second was sticking the spear at his neck.
Kyros wasn't even listening to the speech at all, he was too busy keeping constant eye-contact with the guard threatening him with the spear. As they looked back and forth, the soldier was beginning to appreciate Kryos's features. The soldier began to squint at Kryos's face, perplexed at his red irises, mahogany skin and crimson red hair, realising he had never even seen anyone with such a complexion before. Before either of them knew it, the other royal guard was tapping the entranced soldier on the shoulder, snapping him out of his rumination. The speech was over and the Queen was being held up by another warrior. The soldier lifted his spear from Kyros's neck and held out a hand to help Kyros to his feet as a means of showing no hard feelings. Kyros pondered, looking right at the hand. He did let go of the hilt of his butcher knife, but then slapped the hand away, getting up on his own. THe soldier paused on Kyros just for a second longer and dismissively shook his head to deal with the woman making verbal threats at the queen. After the soldier left, Kyros rubbed the back of his neck, subconsciously checking it was still there while looking around at the rest of the gathered warriors.
Kyros recognised he was now on the inside of the castle grounds. As a man who rarely felt welcome to step foot freely through Hyrule town, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity to be standing so deep within the borders of the castle. Kyros left the throne room and attempted to detour about the palace, but the more he moved, the more he bumped into members of the royal guard. They were everywhere, leaving no blindspots. Kyros moved into the front courtyard, where he saw the guards dealing with a commotion at the gates.
"N-n-no! Please, you must understand, I'm here to help the Queen! I was selected to represent as a warrior from my town!" expressed the man, being pinned to the floor by 3 of the guards.
"No pass, no entry." replied the squad leader.
"But I told you, it was stolen," insisted the man, whose struggles wound up pointing his eyes in Kyros's direct. The man's eyes widened and incensed with rage and venom. "By that boy!" he shouted. "That's the brat who robbed me!" Kyros raised an eyebrow, not in confusion over the accusation. The man was technically right. Kyros did take the invitation from him out on the plains, but he gave him fair warning first.
"You snooze, you loose." hollered Kyros apathetically.
"You sucker-punched me! You grass-eating thiefworm!" cried the man in response. Kyros lowered his brow to the new accusation and began marching towards the guy.
"Oh really. A Sucker Punch? That's how you remember it?" Kyros taunted with a scowl. "You're a warrior, right? Then let's settle this with the warrior code," he monologued, drawing out the invitation from his pocket still with the other man's name on it. "You want to claim this, then claim it in victory. Hey, let him stand." insisted Kyros. The soldier looked amongst each other, not sure how to approach the scenario.
"...Do as the kid says," piped a voice from behind Kyros. Kyros turned around to see the soldier from before in the throne room. "Let's see how this plays out." he insisted. The other soldiers let the man go. Kyros stared at soldier from the throne room, wondering what he was trying to get out of this situation before turning back to the man he robbed out in the fields. | Name: Kyros-Ganon
Age: 18
Species: Gerudo
Weapons and Equipment: Twin Butcher Knives with curved blades. The handles are wooden, able to attach together to make a boomerang.
Boomerang (See above)
Deku Nuts (Smoke Bombs)
Keaton Mask
Vihuela of Rest
Skills: -Skilled Dual-Wielder: Kyros is savvy and attuned to his go-to primary weapon choice. Although his two-sword style in unconventional and mostly self-made, Kyros can compensate for a lack of a shield with the ability for sword play from both hands at once.
-Competent Ranger: Kyros can hurl his boomerang with reliability in winds, in motion and even against moving targets.
-Expert Espionage: Growing up alone in the Desert force Kyros to be good at taking what he needed as it would never be given or gifted to him. In addition, he became good and concealing his identity, tracking, gathering information or rumours. He has a knack for setting and spotting traps.
-Skilled Vihuelist : Kyros is pretty savvy around a guitar, especially vihuelas. He will probably never play specifically for other people, but it's clear that he could make a decent living as a travelling bard in another lifetime.
-Parkour: Kyros nimbleness comes from his seemingly erratic movements and ability to bend and move his body on unusual pivots and in unusual manners.
Flaws:
-Self Centred: Kyros has never been given a good enough reason to commit to anyone but himself and because of that, he will put self-preservation before anything else.
-Distrusting: Kyros is quick to presume that everyone else in the world is out to get him and has a tendency to predict negative actions from other people by inciting his own first.
-Incomplete Fighting Style: While unorthodox, Kyros's fighting style is limited by it's lack of development, which traditional fighting styles use to wean out weaknesses and flaws.
-Short Tempered: Kyros refuses to let things go. It doesn't take much to incite a reaction from Kyros and he makes an effort to give more than he gets. To him, it makes him look weak if he doesn't react and stand his ground at all times.
Bio: Kyros's story began the day that an assassination attempt was made on the Queen of Hyrule. One of the Gerudo assassins, gravely injured, escaped capture as the scheme had clearly been counteracted. She made it out into the fields of Hyrule where in her seemingly dying moments she came across a mysterious travelling salesman. The salesman, having no apparent reaction to her wellbeing, offered to sell her anything she might desire. The woman, believing the man to be mocking her as she was about die, replied with the word "satisfaction, by my own hand, or the blood of my kinswomen, even if it kills me". The woman awoke, in a hideout at an uninhabited part of the Hyrule fields. The hideout was barren, but the assassin noticed that her wounds had been tended to, but she always had a baby bump and almost instantly went into labour. Being alone and confused, the assassin gave birth in great pain and distress. When she gave her final push and birthed her child, she took a glance at the baby and caught the freight of her life when she realised it was a boy.
As she lay in terror, blood and tears, the owner of the hideout entered abruptly, hearing the squeals of the newborn. He had no idea who the woman was, but happened to appear in time to hear her whisper "Kyros-Ganon" delusionally while drifting out of consciousness and dying. The owner of the hideout, a bandit and thief took the boy and disposed of the assassin's body, looking to make use of him. Not realising the importance of a boy in gerudo lineage, the bandit raised the boy, giving him the name Kyros, chalking the "ganon" suffix to the woman's insanity. The bandit raised the boy to be an outcast, limiting the likes of affection and love for loyalty and obedience. His ways were harsh and unrelenting, using punishments and abuse to keep Kyros in line. Kyros learned to hate the closest thing he had to a father figure and when he was twelve, Lay in bed whispering to himself begging to any god or other being that would listen to him for this to end. A man appeared to Kyros and the youngster couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. The man explained that he was a salesman and said he could offer Kyros anything he wanted. Kyros wanted to know who he was. The salesman then sat down and informed Kryos of a story regarding meeting a wounded Gerudo female on th day an attempt was made by the gerudo on the Queen's life up to the birth of a child stolen by a bandit. The salesman went into impossible depth, such as explaining that her last words were Kyros-Ganon and the lineage of Gerudo men within the tribe. The way the mysterious salesman told the story suggested that woman was taken advantage of by the bandit leading to her pregnancy and eventually killed her when he took the child.
Kyros recognised that the man was speaking of him as the baby and realised that he was the Gerudo boy in question. Feeling confusing and uncharted emotions, Kryos became mad and rampant and murdered the bandit he believed to be his father. Kyros disappeared into the desert searching for truth, closure or a sense of belonging, but only found rejection, stigma and hatred even from what should have been the remnants of his own people. Hearing about the call for warriors, Kyros is enticed by the opportunity for diplomatic immunity and the opportunity to be a royal citizen of her majesty's high council, caring little for the task at hand, Kyros enrolls in Zelda's request as a mercenary looking for his rewards. |
44,231 | 1,207 | 2 | 2,786 | 800 | Seeker knelt more appropriately than many of the others, almost as if it came naturally. Despite his somewhat out of place clothing, garments that were less armor or traveling wear than they were a kind of martial arts uniform, he struck one of the more noble figures as he knelt on one knee, his other raised before him with his free arm across it, fist on his chest. His head was bowed, but his eyes--an unusual crimson shade not often seen these days--darted here and there as Queen Zelda spoke.
Serving the queen. Perhaps he was the first Shiekah in a hundred years to have this honor. Once his people had been the Crown's right hand, a hidden dagger and a shield of shadows. Now they were scattered, hidden away from the world, biding their time and rebuilding the power that had been broken so long ago. When the missive from the Queen had come--for the Royal Family would always know where the tribe lay hidden, and if times were dire enough the Shiekah would come to the crown's assistance even if it meant their extinction--he had been not only the sole volunteer, but the sole option for his people. He was one of the last, if not the only, full blooded males of the tribe. He had inherited almost all that remained of their arts. This journey into the world carried a dual purpose. Obviously he would serve the queen, and her mission would be first and foremost.
And hopefully, along the way, he'd see a few ladies that caught his eye. Like the two who were present among the Queen's chosen. One of them had a rough streak in her, as almost immediately once they had been dismissed, she charged forward on some sort of personal business with Her Majesty. The guards were wary of her, and rightly so, but Seeker doubted she'd go so far as to assault a monarch in broad daylight.
The other woman, with longer hair that was slightly darker, also struck Seeker as a bit out of the ordinary. Both of these women had come armed practically to the teeth. Perhaps that was only good sense, given the kind of mission they had been selected for, but he'd never seen a lady with a halberd like that. He wondered how someone as thinly built as she could heft such a thing.
The others present didn't warrant near as much of his attention. An older man, more a scholar than a fighter, a fellow tattooed with the tribal designs of the Gorons, and...another member of a race that the land had not seen too often over the past years.
A male Gerudo? Surely not...He's probably just tan from living near the desert, or being outdoors a lot...but the shape of his facial features and his eyes...Hm.
The maybe-Gerudo boy had a brief scene with the guards; from Seeker's point of view it seemed like he'd almost reacted on instinct, or else was trying to put on some bravado, and it could very well have gotten him killed. Though, from the way he moved, it did seem like he might know his way around a fight...
But now they were leaving, and there was no time to pay attention to the others. His objectives came first. He rose and bowed in the servile manner of his people to the Queen.
"As you will it, Your Grace." he said, before turning and striding along with the others towards the doors. Out of habit he synced his footsteps and movements with the others around him, erasing the sounds of his stride with the echo of theirs and standing in a blind spot behind the person in front of him.
The castle's halls and stairs soon gave way to bright sunlight as the group moved out into the courtyard, and from there on to their business. Seeker approached the fiery woman from earlier as she mounted one of the horses and seemed to take charge over the group. Now that he was out of the grand hall, his courtly manner was instantly usurped by his real personality.
"Yeah, let's get this show on the road!" he whooped, flashing Lydia a smile as he acrobatically leaped and flipped through the air onto a mount of his own, standing vertically in the saddle with ease even as the horse neighed and rocked a little bit to adjust itself to the unusual weight. He bowed with a flourish of one hand. "The name's Seeker, of the proud and mighty Shiekah!" Still smiling, he looked at her and gave a flirtatious wink. "Might I know the name of the beauty I'll be working with?" | Name: Seeker
Age: 19
Species: Shiekah
He stands roughly 5 feet 10 inches, and weighs around 160 pounds, most of it muscle. The eye symbol of the Shiekah tribe is sewn into the back of his shirt, as he proudly advertises his identity despite the penchant of his people to be secretive.
Weapons and Equipment: A pair of light steel vambraces attached to his gloves, and greaves with a similar design attached to a pair of shin-high leather boots. These mostly serve as protection; in terms of weaponry, Seeker uses his own body and a variety of martial arts skills.
Skills:
+Shadow Sage Fist - An ancient martial arts style dating back to a much earlier age, when the tribe of shadows still protected the royal family. Though some of it has been lost over the years, Seeker has made it his goal to continue developing it. His personal style is highly offensive in nature--likely because of his personality--as opposed to the more stealth based arts the Shiekah are known for. He prefers "bladed hand" and "open palm" style strikes, while his kicks focus on being fast and precise.
+Stealth and Mobility - Despite his preference, Seeker is still very capable of moving silently, swiftly, and with agility. Things like jumping from rooftops or climbing walls are familiar to him, and with his athletic ability he can do it at a speed and height most wouldn't be comfortable with. Most of the time, however, he prefers the direct approach.
+Truth Sense - Though it's certainly not 100% accurate, and sometimes may not even trigger, Seeker has a certain "sense" for things. He may react as if he has felt a rumbling in the earth when secrets are about, or if he squints just right a magical illusion might waver for a moment. He might even feel the "killing intent" of an enemy moments before they strike. However, this isn't a well practiced or developed skill, and in order for the predictions to do any good he has to be capable of reacting to them with his own natural speed and reflexes.
+Show Off - Seeker's excellent, paradoxically enough, at making a big show of himself. Whether it's a conversation to jump right into, a challenge to be overcome, or a lady to woo, he won't hesitate at all. Whether or not he's successful is up in the air, but you can bet he'll make a scene to remember.
Flaws:
-Complete Idiot - When it comes to fighting, or even some forms of social interaction, Seeker can do okay. Technology? Books? Math? Common Sense? To hell with that.
-Womanizer - Honestly that makes him sound a little worse than he is, but the fact of the matter is that Seeker will hit on practically any woman he comes across relentlessly and doesn't often take a hint. Even if he were able to land a date, he's still not very faithful and his eye wanders so much it's like he looks in two different directions at once.
-Blood Knight - Loves a good fight, too much to be healthy. It's less about hurting people and more about overcoming challenges and testing his skills. That's actually worse in a way because he will actively seek out and continuously pester his would-be opponents, even after they've already fought once. Yet if he doesn't deem someone as "strong," it's almost worse because he becomes a really condescending prick.
-Overconfident/Impulsive - It has to be said that he definitely has some skill, but nonetheless he'll brashly and boldly take risks without bothering to think about whether or not he can actually walk the talk.
Bio: Seeker keeps his past under wraps for the most part, but from what can be gathered it seems he's one of the few remaining Shiekah and was born in a hidden village (not the one near Kakariko). He grew up and was trained there, and this partially accounts for how ignorant he is of the outside world, as he only recently left. But already he's begun making a name for himself, scouring bars and other slummy hangouts for a good fight, and doing a little bit of mercenary work as well. He's always trying to score with one lady or another, and at first glance this just seems like the behavior of a chauvinistic pig. But the truth is, the Shiekah are truly dying out. Even when one includes those of mixed blood in the clan, Seeker is one of the last--possibly THE last--males of his tribe. This is the mission he was given by those left in his village: Continue the bloodline of the tribe, and restore them to their former glory. Revive their culture, by seeking the ancient artifacts of shadows and truth, and bring glory once more to the name of the Shiekah.
So he travels, and he fights, and he flirts. True to his name, he seeks, but this is one Shiekah who refuses to fade quietly into the darkness. When he heard that the Queen sought the help of would-be Heroes, he saw it as a perfect opportunity. If he could become a bodyguard for the Royal Family, just like his ancestors, perhaps it would be the next step he needed on the road to glory.
Maybe then the girls would pay attention to him. |
44,232 | 1,207 | 3 | 64 | 45 | Victor knelt before the Queen, with the same swift motion he took when he was part of the Hylian army decades ago. His knees softly creaked with the motion, slight pressure accompanying the familiar pose. He grunted to himself. Come on, I’ve got at least a few more journeys left in me, he thought to himself. I have to. Queen Zelda spoke, and Victor listened; years of listening to strategy and objectives forced Victor to become a sharp listener. When the queen had finished her instruction, Victor arose and held up his hand in an affirmative. Another job underway.
Once all had arisen, Victor took a look around at the other mercenaries employed on this journey. Victor had travelled with many characters, bearing different appearances, backgrounds, and lives, and upon setting his worn eyes on the group assembled by Queen Zelda, Victor concluded that this group was certainly the most unique.
It was clear that they were all fighters in their prime, bursting with energy and impatience that age could only take from them. Victor smiled to himself, stroking his beard softly. The Hero of Twilight briefly passed his mind. He looked over to Queen Zelda, who was exchanging words with one of the mercenaries. Though she presented herself with the same regal manner she possessed all those years ago, the faded gray of her hair dampened the tinge of nostalgia he felt, standing in that grand hall. His soft smile faded under his creased face.
Victor made his way out, exiting the royal chamber and into the castle grounds. To Victor, his new comrades seemed to be moving in fast motion, hurrying for the stables or apparently even testing their strength before the journey even began. A quick glance in his doctor’s bag reassured him that he’d be ready if things got out of hand. Here’s hoping I don’t buy a new set of supplies by the end of today.
This group’s looking to be a real handful. | Name: Victor
Age: 49
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Victor stands at five feet, nine inches. His face matches his age, with wrinkles and creases adorning his face. An ample white beard adorns his face. White, unkempt hair razes atop his head. Within his small eyes, there can be seen a dark brown hue. His eyebrows are thick and add a sharpness to his facial features, culminating into a serious, straightforward, if a little wizened expression.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Crossbow: A crossbow of simple construction. It is worn from its use on the battlefield, but still fires as true as the day it left the armory and into Victor’s hands.
-Knives: A set of 5 knives that Victor carries on his person. They each vary in design and construction, as they are also souvenirs of Victor’s travels.
-Doctor’s Bag: A bag containing basic tools necessary for speedy medical intervention.
-Leather Armor: A light set of sturdy armor that provides ample protection for those on the move.
Skills:
-Medical Knowledge: Years of training and study have given Victor the know-how to properly treat disease and maintain health. Combined with a lifestyle of travel, Victor is quite the field medic.
-Small Arms Proficiency: Though his training included many types of arms, Victor preferred to stay unencumbered to maintain speed and concentration on the battlefield, both as a combatant and medic. As a result, he has expertise in weapons no larger than a shortsword.
-Crossbow Marksman: Victor’s skills often meant that he was relegated to the rear of any formation. As a result, he honed his skills to operate optimally in his position and now possesses familiarity with crossbows.
-Perceptive: Being perceptive has been a critical skill for Victor, whether it be locating the source of a major hemorrhage in a soldier or spotting said soldier in the midst of battle. His senses have been trained in order to ensure not only his survival but those of the group as well.
Flaws:
-Aged: Experienced as Victor may be, his age is beginning to show. Victor is not as strong as he used to be, much less than that of many of Hyrule’s warriors.
-Aloof: If there’s one thing that Victor needs to work on, it’s his bedside manner. Victor is not the best conversationalist and does not often put the effort in closing the distance between him and the people around him.
-Love of Money: Being a part of a merchant caravan has instilled Victor with an inflated sense of the value of rupees. He is motivated by pay and looks to eke out the most rewards for his services.
Bio:
Victor was just a young kid when Hyrule was saved, but the daring exploits of the Hero of Twilight forever left a mark on Victor’s mind as he grew through childhood. Born and raised in Castle Town, Victor was constantly exposed to tales of adventure and people of diverse background. It was during this early period where Victor’s ambitions led him to be a fighter just like the Hero of Twilight. At the age of 21, he enlisted to become participate in the Hylian-Gerudo War. When Victor returned home, he was disillusioned, the stories of valor in battle replaced with the real experiences of war. Victor lamented the losses suffered and the actions taken by both sides of the war.
Wanting no further part in the Hylian army, but possessing few other skills than his battlefield experience, Victor became part of a travelling mercenary guild contracted to protect merchant shipments for the ever expanding Malo Mart. Victor also refused to just repeat his experience as a mere soldier on the battlefield; he began to study medicine, hoping that the knowledge would enrich him, maybe to help him take one further step to becoming the hero he dreamed of.
Victor would go on to travel across Hyrule and distant lands as soldier, studying physician, and mercenary for the coming decades. Over this period, Victor saved numerous people, from merchants to villager to travelers; but each casualty suffered took its toll on him. He began to tire of dreaming of heroes and glory, finding that rupees, green or silver, were becoming the only things worthwhile to come out of his travels. The disappearance of the Hero of Twilight could only cement the dissipation of romantic ambition.
Now that Queen Zelda is summoning heroes from all over, and rumors of a danger that threatens all of Hyrule looms over, Victor’s mercenary guild assigns him from the caravans of merchants back into the Hylian army. This time, Victor has more experience, more knowledge, more skills, and yet, mixed ambitions. He’s ready to seal his contract, but somehow he feels there’s something more, something familiar that’s driving him back into the battlefield. |
44,233 | 1,207 | 4 | 2,077 | 1,839 | While Wylin appreciated the formal address from the Queen, the lack of information nagged at her. This meant there were two possibilities, the Queen was unwilling to disclose information or they were equally as uninformed about what this threat actually was. It was not comforting to think that they would know soon enough, not to mention they would be heading north. Wylin hadn't been up that way in quite some time, she wasn't exactly itching to go back either.
If their short time in the castle was any indicator of the future, Wylin had to admit she was nervous. The leader had shown aggression towards the Queen, hopefully for a good reason. The ponytail guy was cocky, also hopefully for a good reason. The Gerudo seemed incapable of going for more than a few minuets with out pissing someone off or starting a fight. The old man might slow them down but his value would come from his brain and not brawns. Naturally she had no right to judge, she had her own bad habits. Between them all it was going to take some serious Goddess level intervention to get a team like this to work.
Wylin made her way to the stables, stopping to get a better look at the Gerudo man. He didn't quite look like the rest of his race. A race she'd had encounters with before, it disgusted her that the only thing she knew was that they could be very hard to kill. She looked away guiltily and continued on a little quicker than before.
She found the stables easily enough, horses ready and all. "Well at least we won't die of starvation." She joked darkly. She mounted her horse and caught up to ponytail guy, apparently named Seeker, and the woman who she presumed to be the leader. She gave a respectful nod to them both but kept a little distance, not out of distrust she just needed a little room to think. This was definitely wilder than any job she had ever taken before. | Name: Wylin Nordin
Age: 23
Species: Hylian
Weapons and Equipment:
Broadsword: Belonged to her father, she carries it more as a remembrance
Double sided Halberd: Her preferred weapon and family heirloom
Nordin Armor: Family specialty, lightweight but durable and insulated. Unfortunately it does cause discomfort in warm climates
Skills:
Weaponry skills: She is skilled with the heavy stuff, swords and spears especially. Daggers and other smaller blades are really not her forte, her aim is alright.
Blacksmithing/repair: While not the greatest craftsman out there she can make some repairs and knows how to care for weapons, in fact she often insists on caring for them
Wit/Banter: damn right its a skill
Flaws:
Guilt: For all the lives taken an people hurt, it is her belief that she had a choice to spare them but she was too weak to make it, she also feels responsible for the collapse of her family and their deaths.
Cynical: Wylin doesn't have much faith in morality of her self or others.
Alcoholism: A bad habit taken up to calm her mind when she can't sleep.
Bio:
For as long as anyone can remember the Nordin family has crafted weapons from their home at the base of the snow peak mountains. Beautiful weapons made of snowpeak metal, a material cold as ice and difficult to work with. As far as Hylian weapons went theirs were some of the best. Naturally, blacksmithing was the family tradition and trade, one Wylin could not say she excelled at. Her brother had once, but she was always better at using and caring for the weapons. It came naturally to her, the strength that she needed to lift such heavy weapons didn't. Not to say Wylin was weak, considering her age and size she was strong but not strong enough, not for a while. With age came greater strength, augmented by her training, the Nordin's would find her able to use the family weapons at a much younger age than expected. She showed skill with war hammers and in sword play but her true gift was in spears. As such it was to no one's surprise when she claimed an old family heirloom, a double sided halberd, as her own. It wouldn't be long until her family couldn't keep up with her progress. From that point on much of her training would come from visiting warriors in the business for a Nordin weapon. It was in that early part of her life that Wylin dreamed of becoming a knight of Hyrule, protecting people and stopping evil. She had drive and determination then, hope and optimism too.
That would all change in the short span of a few days.
Wylin assumes it happened in the middle of the night during the summer of her 15th year, based on speculation as she was not there at the time. Restless, Wylin had set off to a secluded clearing where she frequently trained and blew off steam away from her family and the house. Hours passed, she lost track of time and was startled to see the sun begin to rise. Wylin headed home expecting a lecture, she found something much more horrifying. The house was a pile of smoking rubble, every thing was gone except for the armor and halberd she had with her and her father's sword. He took it to the grave with him, protecting his family, like she should have been. That morning she buried her family. For a short time she refused to move or help herself, at the time she had wanted to die but life had something else in store for her
Two days after the attack a traveler looking for the Nordin family found her, the man was no saint and its likely he would have let her die if he hadn't thought she could tell him where her family's weapons had gone. As soon as she was well enough to talk the man interrogated her, when she revealed she had nothing for him but what was left he took her father's sword and was going to leave her to die but he stopped and did the only act of kindness she had ever witnessed from him. He asked her if she was any good at fighting, she told him she was the best in her family. Skeptical, he then asked her why she had been unable to protect her family. She hadn't been there and told him as much. After a moment he told her she was now his apprentice and if she was lying about her skill or disobeyed him that she was going to wish she had died with the rest of her family. That was the only promise she ever trusted him to keep.
This man, her new 'mentor', was mercenary and not the good kind. Morality meant nothing to him, neither did lives. He was driven by only one thing, money. To that extent he was trustworthy, he would always get the job done. No extraneous questions or going back on deals. Even though she hated him Wylin learned a thing or two from him about people and how to stay alive in a business as violent as theirs. The jobs they took were never clean, only dirty jobs paid enough to be worth taking. Sometimes they took jobs for bandits, infiltrating towns and weakening them. Sometimes they took jobs for corrupt mayors, taking care of families who refused to pay ridiculous taxes. Sometimes their targets wouldn't even fight back, that was when her mentor had her do the dirty work for him. He was a terrible man but whatever scrap of a conscious he had was bothered by killing defenseless beings. Wylin had no choice to follow, the few times she dissented all ended horribly. This lasted for three years and would have gone on longer if not for a fateful injury. A job had gone south and her mentor had taken an arrow to the side. He was unable to continue fighting, he ordered her to finish the job but her chance had arrived. He sensed her anger and tried to plead with her, he had saved her life after all. For that she was grateful, his death was a quick one.
Though she was free she was lost, with out a purpose she disappeared from all civilization for a few months. Wylin would return, stronger and with the determination to balance at least some of the the evil she had done with good. She could never be a knight but she could help people. She took only clean jobs and refused any payment besides the bare minimum for necessities. Wylin may never forgive herself but its likely she'll die trying.
Her family died 8 years ago, she killed her 'mentor' 5 years ago and now the land she once terrorized calls her to save them, the situation must have been worse than she thought. |
44,234 | 1,207 | 5 | 2,447 | 478 | Lydia looked around at the group and smirked at the silver-haired teenager. "Lydia Ordon, Mayor of the Town of Ordon." She watched the others, less conversational members approaching their horses. She nodded to them and noticed the Gerudo was gone. She shook her head silently "If that Gerudo doesn't show up in the next 10 minutes, we're leaving." Her horse whinnied and she patted it's neck soothingly. Lydia looked over at the the old man, who appeared to have a medical bag. Good. They'd probably come out with a few injuries by the end of this. The other woman in the group seemed to be mostly keeping to herself, Lydia only hoped she could use that halberd effectively. She looked back over to the silver-haired man. She could tell he was gonna be a problem when encountering other women. She'd have to keep him in line. | Name: Lydia Ordon
Age: 29
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Lydia stands at 5'6 and has a slim, but strong physique. She's not incredibly muscular, but a life of hard work has made sure she's fit enough to tangle with the best of them. Her ears are pointed and her eyes are ocean blue. She has short blonde hair. Even though she's 32, she was gifted with youthful looks. Her battle attire is more like this than that of the picture. It has no sort of Jewelry on it. Her sword is this. She also has a bow and quiver, which looks like this.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Longsword- A custom made longsword crafted by the Ordon blacksmith.
-Bow and Quiver- A bow and quiver made by Lydia herself.
-Leather Armor- A set of Leather Armor brought home by her father as a souvenir from the Hylian-Gerudo war.
Skills:
-Skilled Swordsman: Due to training with her brother and protecting Ordon, Lydia has become a skilled swordsman.
-Expert Archer: Lydia has spent her whole life training with a bow and arrow.
-Bow craftsmen: Lydia learned how to build a bow in her teenage years.
-Competent Rider: Lydia can ride a horse as well as anybody.
-Leader: Being the mayor of Ordon for 9 years has taught her a thing or two about being a leader.
Flaws:
-Prideful: Lydia is a very proud person and she would rather die than be insulted.
-Calculating: Due to her years running Ordon, Lydia has become more calculating and is willing to let a member suffer, including herself, for the good of the group.
-Inexperienced: While a trained fighter, Lydia doesn't have the experience of soldiers or mercenaries. She's fairly new to the whole adventuring thing.
-Reckless: Though she can be thoughtful, in the midst of battle she often takes risks that are dangerous or unnecessary.
Bio: Lydia was born to the daughter of the mayor of Ordon, her father a rancher. She had a brother who was three years older than him. Her childhood was spent ranching goats and learning about The Hero of Twilight, who enthralled her. From a young age, she showed to be a natural leader, often leading the other children around town on adventures and imaginary quests. She started to learn to shoot a bow and arrow when she was 6. Her father taught her the finer points and she took off, proving to be a natural. Her father was called to Hylian-Gerudo war, feeling it was his duty to Hyrule to join. Against the wishes of her mother, he marched off to war. At first he returned every 4 months, but as the war raged on, he was absent longer. Towards the end of the war, he was gone 9 months at a time. He returned for good when Lydia was 9. But Lydia, even at that young age, could tell he was a changed man. As the years went by, her brother began training to join the army. She would spar with him in the fields with the goats and while she never beat him, she got quite good herself.
Her brother left for the army when she was 13 and she soon learned after, he earned a place in the Queen's Personal guard. It was around this time her grandfather began to teach her about running the town. She was a quick learner and he knew she would end up mayor one day. When Lydia was 14, her father came home one night and told her and her mother that her brother had been killed protecting the Queen. She cried herself to sleep that night. She began training with weapons harder after that, becoming better each day. The Forest Guardian, Ordon was killed when she was 18, something her father was extremely opposed to. 2 years later her mother became fatally ill. Her father rode to Hyrule to beg the Queen to use a magical item to heal his wife. She refused. Lydia's mother died a week later. Some months later Lydia's grandfather stepped down as mayor and she was elected. Around this time, her Father told her that he was going on a trip and he didn't know when he'd be back. He left and she never saw him again. She ran Ordon well and made her grandfather proud. When she heard that Queen Zelda was calling for warriors, she knew the Queen might know where her father went, as they personally knew each other. She left her grandfather back in charge as she rode towards Hyrule Castle.
Secrets: Not yet, my dears.... |
44,235 | 1,207 | 6 | 2,707 | 241 | Six! Kyros took a stand pace forward. He had taken before in like manner, as had the mercenary he was currently dueling with in the other direction. between them stood the royal guardsman from the palace, counting to ten as the officiator for the duel. "Seven!" The mercenary had already drawn his axe and was consistently gripping the hilt with tense hands, chomping at the bit. "Eight!" Kyros had yet to draw a weapon, instead twiddling his fingers at his side like a gunslinger. "Nine!"
"Duel!"
Kyros swivelled and dart forward, keeping his head low and forward and drawing on a butcher knife with his right hand. Kyros held the blade invertedly in his hand and made a rising hay-maker swing just as he got started, he realised that there was a shadow looming over him. Looking up, Kyros understood the axe wielding already had his weapon lowering on his head flat-first to swat Kyrus like a bug. The axe came down with a swoosh onto the grass, but with no Kyros underneath. Instead, a moment later Kyros came crashing down on the chest of the mercenary, pinning him on his back to the floor and holding his blades at the man's neck. The mercenary was surprised, then angry. They were there for a moment longer as Kyros edged the blades up to the man's neck.
"Grass eating thiefworm. That's what you said, right?" recalled Kyros vengefully the guards began to march towards Kryos, but were called to a halt by the leader who raised his hand. Kyros's hand shook as he pontificated over what he would do next. To the relief of the mercenary and the guardsmen, he relinquished his blades and stood up walking away. "When you go home and you tell them you weren't good enough to earn the Queen's seal, remember to tell them that a grass-eating theifworm was... but you weren't." he mocked.
Kyros was the last to arrive at the stables. As he approached what he assumed was his horse, the animal whinnied and raised it's head, putting Kyros on guard. He flinched back reach at his butcher knife. He wondered whether it was even worth it. Where they were going might even be within walking distance. | Name: Kyros-Ganon
Age: 18
Species: Gerudo
Weapons and Equipment: Twin Butcher Knives with curved blades. The handles are wooden, able to attach together to make a boomerang.
Boomerang (See above)
Deku Nuts (Smoke Bombs)
Keaton Mask
Vihuela of Rest
Skills: -Skilled Dual-Wielder: Kyros is savvy and attuned to his go-to primary weapon choice. Although his two-sword style in unconventional and mostly self-made, Kyros can compensate for a lack of a shield with the ability for sword play from both hands at once.
-Competent Ranger: Kyros can hurl his boomerang with reliability in winds, in motion and even against moving targets.
-Expert Espionage: Growing up alone in the Desert force Kyros to be good at taking what he needed as it would never be given or gifted to him. In addition, he became good and concealing his identity, tracking, gathering information or rumours. He has a knack for setting and spotting traps.
-Skilled Vihuelist : Kyros is pretty savvy around a guitar, especially vihuelas. He will probably never play specifically for other people, but it's clear that he could make a decent living as a travelling bard in another lifetime.
-Parkour: Kyros nimbleness comes from his seemingly erratic movements and ability to bend and move his body on unusual pivots and in unusual manners.
Flaws:
-Self Centred: Kyros has never been given a good enough reason to commit to anyone but himself and because of that, he will put self-preservation before anything else.
-Distrusting: Kyros is quick to presume that everyone else in the world is out to get him and has a tendency to predict negative actions from other people by inciting his own first.
-Incomplete Fighting Style: While unorthodox, Kyros's fighting style is limited by it's lack of development, which traditional fighting styles use to wean out weaknesses and flaws.
-Short Tempered: Kyros refuses to let things go. It doesn't take much to incite a reaction from Kyros and he makes an effort to give more than he gets. To him, it makes him look weak if he doesn't react and stand his ground at all times.
Bio: Kyros's story began the day that an assassination attempt was made on the Queen of Hyrule. One of the Gerudo assassins, gravely injured, escaped capture as the scheme had clearly been counteracted. She made it out into the fields of Hyrule where in her seemingly dying moments she came across a mysterious travelling salesman. The salesman, having no apparent reaction to her wellbeing, offered to sell her anything she might desire. The woman, believing the man to be mocking her as she was about die, replied with the word "satisfaction, by my own hand, or the blood of my kinswomen, even if it kills me". The woman awoke, in a hideout at an uninhabited part of the Hyrule fields. The hideout was barren, but the assassin noticed that her wounds had been tended to, but she always had a baby bump and almost instantly went into labour. Being alone and confused, the assassin gave birth in great pain and distress. When she gave her final push and birthed her child, she took a glance at the baby and caught the freight of her life when she realised it was a boy.
As she lay in terror, blood and tears, the owner of the hideout entered abruptly, hearing the squeals of the newborn. He had no idea who the woman was, but happened to appear in time to hear her whisper "Kyros-Ganon" delusionally while drifting out of consciousness and dying. The owner of the hideout, a bandit and thief took the boy and disposed of the assassin's body, looking to make use of him. Not realising the importance of a boy in gerudo lineage, the bandit raised the boy, giving him the name Kyros, chalking the "ganon" suffix to the woman's insanity. The bandit raised the boy to be an outcast, limiting the likes of affection and love for loyalty and obedience. His ways were harsh and unrelenting, using punishments and abuse to keep Kyros in line. Kyros learned to hate the closest thing he had to a father figure and when he was twelve, Lay in bed whispering to himself begging to any god or other being that would listen to him for this to end. A man appeared to Kyros and the youngster couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. The man explained that he was a salesman and said he could offer Kyros anything he wanted. Kyros wanted to know who he was. The salesman then sat down and informed Kryos of a story regarding meeting a wounded Gerudo female on th day an attempt was made by the gerudo on the Queen's life up to the birth of a child stolen by a bandit. The salesman went into impossible depth, such as explaining that her last words were Kyros-Ganon and the lineage of Gerudo men within the tribe. The way the mysterious salesman told the story suggested that woman was taken advantage of by the bandit leading to her pregnancy and eventually killed her when he took the child.
Kyros recognised that the man was speaking of him as the baby and realised that he was the Gerudo boy in question. Feeling confusing and uncharted emotions, Kryos became mad and rampant and murdered the bandit he believed to be his father. Kyros disappeared into the desert searching for truth, closure or a sense of belonging, but only found rejection, stigma and hatred even from what should have been the remnants of his own people. Hearing about the call for warriors, Kyros is enticed by the opportunity for diplomatic immunity and the opportunity to be a royal citizen of her majesty's high council, caring little for the task at hand, Kyros enrolls in Zelda's request as a mercenary looking for his rewards. |
44,236 | 1,207 | 7 | 2,786 | 800 | A pleasure to meet you! Seeker said, before tossing his hair and flashing her a dazzling smile, along with a thumbs up. "I'm sure we're gonna get along great!" As the other woman approached (and the old guy, but Seeker didn't pay him much attention) Seeker turned towards her as well, his horse nickering in annoyance as he continued to stand upright in the saddle. "And you too! I'm Seeker, nice to meet'cha!"
The Gerudo showed up last of all, and when his horse spooked him...just like before, with the guards, his hand went to his weapon. Seeker sobered up for a moment as he watched the other man stare the animal down.
Does literally everything trigger a reflex like that? Seems more like fear than a combat reaction. Is he paranoid, or just eager to show off what he can do? The Shiekah smirked. Well, I can't judge on that last one. I'm the same way.
When they were all ready to go, he finally sat down in his saddle...but rather than put his feet in the stirrups, he simply lounged back with one leg crossed over his knee. His foot bobbed loosely as he folded his arms behind his head and yawned. His horse cast a glare at him, before following behind Lydia's mount. Despite its jostling gait, Seeker somehow stayed perfectly balanced.
"So, the Zora, they're the fish people right?" he asked the group. "Do ya think they eat fish, or would they consider that like, cannibalism?" He seemed to be seriously considering the inane possibility. "But maybe it's more comparable to a Hylian or a Human trying to eat a monkey...But monkeys don't taste as good as fish, do they?" | Name: Seeker
Age: 19
Species: Shiekah
He stands roughly 5 feet 10 inches, and weighs around 160 pounds, most of it muscle. The eye symbol of the Shiekah tribe is sewn into the back of his shirt, as he proudly advertises his identity despite the penchant of his people to be secretive.
Weapons and Equipment: A pair of light steel vambraces attached to his gloves, and greaves with a similar design attached to a pair of shin-high leather boots. These mostly serve as protection; in terms of weaponry, Seeker uses his own body and a variety of martial arts skills.
Skills:
+Shadow Sage Fist - An ancient martial arts style dating back to a much earlier age, when the tribe of shadows still protected the royal family. Though some of it has been lost over the years, Seeker has made it his goal to continue developing it. His personal style is highly offensive in nature--likely because of his personality--as opposed to the more stealth based arts the Shiekah are known for. He prefers "bladed hand" and "open palm" style strikes, while his kicks focus on being fast and precise.
+Stealth and Mobility - Despite his preference, Seeker is still very capable of moving silently, swiftly, and with agility. Things like jumping from rooftops or climbing walls are familiar to him, and with his athletic ability he can do it at a speed and height most wouldn't be comfortable with. Most of the time, however, he prefers the direct approach.
+Truth Sense - Though it's certainly not 100% accurate, and sometimes may not even trigger, Seeker has a certain "sense" for things. He may react as if he has felt a rumbling in the earth when secrets are about, or if he squints just right a magical illusion might waver for a moment. He might even feel the "killing intent" of an enemy moments before they strike. However, this isn't a well practiced or developed skill, and in order for the predictions to do any good he has to be capable of reacting to them with his own natural speed and reflexes.
+Show Off - Seeker's excellent, paradoxically enough, at making a big show of himself. Whether it's a conversation to jump right into, a challenge to be overcome, or a lady to woo, he won't hesitate at all. Whether or not he's successful is up in the air, but you can bet he'll make a scene to remember.
Flaws:
-Complete Idiot - When it comes to fighting, or even some forms of social interaction, Seeker can do okay. Technology? Books? Math? Common Sense? To hell with that.
-Womanizer - Honestly that makes him sound a little worse than he is, but the fact of the matter is that Seeker will hit on practically any woman he comes across relentlessly and doesn't often take a hint. Even if he were able to land a date, he's still not very faithful and his eye wanders so much it's like he looks in two different directions at once.
-Blood Knight - Loves a good fight, too much to be healthy. It's less about hurting people and more about overcoming challenges and testing his skills. That's actually worse in a way because he will actively seek out and continuously pester his would-be opponents, even after they've already fought once. Yet if he doesn't deem someone as "strong," it's almost worse because he becomes a really condescending prick.
-Overconfident/Impulsive - It has to be said that he definitely has some skill, but nonetheless he'll brashly and boldly take risks without bothering to think about whether or not he can actually walk the talk.
Bio: Seeker keeps his past under wraps for the most part, but from what can be gathered it seems he's one of the few remaining Shiekah and was born in a hidden village (not the one near Kakariko). He grew up and was trained there, and this partially accounts for how ignorant he is of the outside world, as he only recently left. But already he's begun making a name for himself, scouring bars and other slummy hangouts for a good fight, and doing a little bit of mercenary work as well. He's always trying to score with one lady or another, and at first glance this just seems like the behavior of a chauvinistic pig. But the truth is, the Shiekah are truly dying out. Even when one includes those of mixed blood in the clan, Seeker is one of the last--possibly THE last--males of his tribe. This is the mission he was given by those left in his village: Continue the bloodline of the tribe, and restore them to their former glory. Revive their culture, by seeking the ancient artifacts of shadows and truth, and bring glory once more to the name of the Shiekah.
So he travels, and he fights, and he flirts. True to his name, he seeks, but this is one Shiekah who refuses to fade quietly into the darkness. When he heard that the Queen sought the help of would-be Heroes, he saw it as a perfect opportunity. If he could become a bodyguard for the Royal Family, just like his ancestors, perhaps it would be the next step he needed on the road to glory.
Maybe then the girls would pay attention to him. |
44,237 | 1,207 | 8 | 64 | 45 | Victor paced himself towards the end of the stables. He passed the woman, who called herself Lydia, and nodded back in response to her brief greeting. It’s clear she’s the one calling the shots here. She’s definitely got the background. Victor slowly mounted a strong mare, positioning himself slightly to ensure the maximum comfort that can be afforded in a trip by horse. At least it wouldn’t be his own legs doing the work.
Victor was surprised by the masked fighter, more specifically his personality. He had noticed the young man’s noble gait in the royal chamber, but out here, that borderline regal air was transformed, like he was a completely different person. If he can conceal himself half as well as he concealed his personality just then, we’ll be just fine.
Waiting on his horse, Victor spotted the Gerudo making his way back to the stables. Seeing as the crimson-haired fighter was neither on the receiving end of a vicious blow nor a guard escort, Victor assumed that the situation was resolved without need of any intervention on his behalf. Upon seeing the Gerudo’s reaction to the startled horse, Victor made a concerned frown. That intervention may come sooner than expected, it seems.
Then there was the blonde girl, her weapon practically towering over her. Victor raised his eyebrow at the contrast between the seemingly diminutive Hylian and her huge weapon of choice. I hope there’s a reason she’s using that. And skill better be one of ‘em, because sentimentality can only get you so far. With preparations made, companions ready, and rupees accounted for, Victor spurred his horse through the exit of the stable.
As the group rode on, Victor took in the scenery around him. The route was familiar and the air was crisp, reminding him of journeys long completed and roads far behind. The momentum of travel propelled some nostalgia through Victor. That is, until the lounging fighter opened his mouth. Victor let out a mild sigh.
“Actually, they do.”Victor answered, reins held in one hand, the other rubbing his temple. “Here’s the thing: reekfish, native to the Zora’s Domain, are a fantastic source of both fat and…” Victor continued what began as a lecture on the dietary habits of Zora before suddenly sensing confused glances in his direction. He coughed, and a short silence followed. Every time, Victor.
Victor turned to address everyone, rehearsed enthusiasm permeating his voice. “Name’s Victor. Gonna be your field medic on this journey. If you got any questions, don’t hesitate to ask, but please, please. Make sure if you ask me, it’s absolutely necessary. Might have to charge you otherwise.” His joking tone seemed to depart in that last statement. “Oh, and don’t let the doctor’s bag fool you, it’s not the only thing I can do.” He patted the crossbow on his back. “Now that you guys know how I operate, and knowing how you guys operate, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” | Name: Victor
Age: 49
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Victor stands at five feet, nine inches. His face matches his age, with wrinkles and creases adorning his face. An ample white beard adorns his face. White, unkempt hair razes atop his head. Within his small eyes, there can be seen a dark brown hue. His eyebrows are thick and add a sharpness to his facial features, culminating into a serious, straightforward, if a little wizened expression.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Crossbow: A crossbow of simple construction. It is worn from its use on the battlefield, but still fires as true as the day it left the armory and into Victor’s hands.
-Knives: A set of 5 knives that Victor carries on his person. They each vary in design and construction, as they are also souvenirs of Victor’s travels.
-Doctor’s Bag: A bag containing basic tools necessary for speedy medical intervention.
-Leather Armor: A light set of sturdy armor that provides ample protection for those on the move.
Skills:
-Medical Knowledge: Years of training and study have given Victor the know-how to properly treat disease and maintain health. Combined with a lifestyle of travel, Victor is quite the field medic.
-Small Arms Proficiency: Though his training included many types of arms, Victor preferred to stay unencumbered to maintain speed and concentration on the battlefield, both as a combatant and medic. As a result, he has expertise in weapons no larger than a shortsword.
-Crossbow Marksman: Victor’s skills often meant that he was relegated to the rear of any formation. As a result, he honed his skills to operate optimally in his position and now possesses familiarity with crossbows.
-Perceptive: Being perceptive has been a critical skill for Victor, whether it be locating the source of a major hemorrhage in a soldier or spotting said soldier in the midst of battle. His senses have been trained in order to ensure not only his survival but those of the group as well.
Flaws:
-Aged: Experienced as Victor may be, his age is beginning to show. Victor is not as strong as he used to be, much less than that of many of Hyrule’s warriors.
-Aloof: If there’s one thing that Victor needs to work on, it’s his bedside manner. Victor is not the best conversationalist and does not often put the effort in closing the distance between him and the people around him.
-Love of Money: Being a part of a merchant caravan has instilled Victor with an inflated sense of the value of rupees. He is motivated by pay and looks to eke out the most rewards for his services.
Bio:
Victor was just a young kid when Hyrule was saved, but the daring exploits of the Hero of Twilight forever left a mark on Victor’s mind as he grew through childhood. Born and raised in Castle Town, Victor was constantly exposed to tales of adventure and people of diverse background. It was during this early period where Victor’s ambitions led him to be a fighter just like the Hero of Twilight. At the age of 21, he enlisted to become participate in the Hylian-Gerudo War. When Victor returned home, he was disillusioned, the stories of valor in battle replaced with the real experiences of war. Victor lamented the losses suffered and the actions taken by both sides of the war.
Wanting no further part in the Hylian army, but possessing few other skills than his battlefield experience, Victor became part of a travelling mercenary guild contracted to protect merchant shipments for the ever expanding Malo Mart. Victor also refused to just repeat his experience as a mere soldier on the battlefield; he began to study medicine, hoping that the knowledge would enrich him, maybe to help him take one further step to becoming the hero he dreamed of.
Victor would go on to travel across Hyrule and distant lands as soldier, studying physician, and mercenary for the coming decades. Over this period, Victor saved numerous people, from merchants to villager to travelers; but each casualty suffered took its toll on him. He began to tire of dreaming of heroes and glory, finding that rupees, green or silver, were becoming the only things worthwhile to come out of his travels. The disappearance of the Hero of Twilight could only cement the dissipation of romantic ambition.
Now that Queen Zelda is summoning heroes from all over, and rumors of a danger that threatens all of Hyrule looms over, Victor’s mercenary guild assigns him from the caravans of merchants back into the Hylian army. This time, Victor has more experience, more knowledge, more skills, and yet, mixed ambitions. He’s ready to seal his contract, but somehow he feels there’s something more, something familiar that’s driving him back into the battlefield. |
44,238 | 1,207 | 9 | 2,447 | 478 | As the Gerudo, somewhat hesitantly, mounted his horse, they departed from Hyrule Castle and Castle Town and ventured out into Hyrule. They rode for about 3 minutes before Seeker starting asking questions about Zoras. He was quickly educated by the older man, who introduced himself as Victor. After that little discussion was done, Lydia raised her own voice.
"Alright listen up people, this shaman will most likely live in Zora's Domain, I imagine close to the Queen herself. It's a bit of a ride there." Pulling out her map, she looked at it as she rode, not paying much attention to the road. "We're gonna follow the road out to Northern Hyrule field and then from there we'll make our way through the mountain pass. All rivers come from Zora's Domain and their domain is in a water cave high in the mountains. With no complications and a decent pace, we should make it there before noon tomorrow."
Lydia looked up from her map to keep an eye on the road, then looked back down, consulting it once more. "Remember, there's still bandits and the like roaming the fields, even if it is rare this side of Castle Town. So keep you eyes open." Lydia put her map away and spurred her horse forward, sending it into a trot. They rode for several hours, talking and such about various things. It was only when they reached the Northern Hryule Field that something held them up.
Lydia motioned for the group to stop, seeing a camp ahead. She saw a red-headed dark skinned woman with a bow lounging on a makeshift guard post. "Bandits. Looks like Gerudo, didn't think they'd make it out this far." She looked back at Seeker, saying "You seem like a stealthy type, how about getting a closer look?"
The plains didn't offer much cover, but there was the odd rock formation or clump of brush. The camp itself was surrounded by boulders, a strange formation that travelers often wondered about as they passed. | Name: Lydia Ordon
Age: 29
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Lydia stands at 5'6 and has a slim, but strong physique. She's not incredibly muscular, but a life of hard work has made sure she's fit enough to tangle with the best of them. Her ears are pointed and her eyes are ocean blue. She has short blonde hair. Even though she's 32, she was gifted with youthful looks. Her battle attire is more like this than that of the picture. It has no sort of Jewelry on it. Her sword is this. She also has a bow and quiver, which looks like this.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Longsword- A custom made longsword crafted by the Ordon blacksmith.
-Bow and Quiver- A bow and quiver made by Lydia herself.
-Leather Armor- A set of Leather Armor brought home by her father as a souvenir from the Hylian-Gerudo war.
Skills:
-Skilled Swordsman: Due to training with her brother and protecting Ordon, Lydia has become a skilled swordsman.
-Expert Archer: Lydia has spent her whole life training with a bow and arrow.
-Bow craftsmen: Lydia learned how to build a bow in her teenage years.
-Competent Rider: Lydia can ride a horse as well as anybody.
-Leader: Being the mayor of Ordon for 9 years has taught her a thing or two about being a leader.
Flaws:
-Prideful: Lydia is a very proud person and she would rather die than be insulted.
-Calculating: Due to her years running Ordon, Lydia has become more calculating and is willing to let a member suffer, including herself, for the good of the group.
-Inexperienced: While a trained fighter, Lydia doesn't have the experience of soldiers or mercenaries. She's fairly new to the whole adventuring thing.
-Reckless: Though she can be thoughtful, in the midst of battle she often takes risks that are dangerous or unnecessary.
Bio: Lydia was born to the daughter of the mayor of Ordon, her father a rancher. She had a brother who was three years older than him. Her childhood was spent ranching goats and learning about The Hero of Twilight, who enthralled her. From a young age, she showed to be a natural leader, often leading the other children around town on adventures and imaginary quests. She started to learn to shoot a bow and arrow when she was 6. Her father taught her the finer points and she took off, proving to be a natural. Her father was called to Hylian-Gerudo war, feeling it was his duty to Hyrule to join. Against the wishes of her mother, he marched off to war. At first he returned every 4 months, but as the war raged on, he was absent longer. Towards the end of the war, he was gone 9 months at a time. He returned for good when Lydia was 9. But Lydia, even at that young age, could tell he was a changed man. As the years went by, her brother began training to join the army. She would spar with him in the fields with the goats and while she never beat him, she got quite good herself.
Her brother left for the army when she was 13 and she soon learned after, he earned a place in the Queen's Personal guard. It was around this time her grandfather began to teach her about running the town. She was a quick learner and he knew she would end up mayor one day. When Lydia was 14, her father came home one night and told her and her mother that her brother had been killed protecting the Queen. She cried herself to sleep that night. She began training with weapons harder after that, becoming better each day. The Forest Guardian, Ordon was killed when she was 18, something her father was extremely opposed to. 2 years later her mother became fatally ill. Her father rode to Hyrule to beg the Queen to use a magical item to heal his wife. She refused. Lydia's mother died a week later. Some months later Lydia's grandfather stepped down as mayor and she was elected. Around this time, her Father told her that he was going on a trip and he didn't know when he'd be back. He left and she never saw him again. She ran Ordon well and made her grandfather proud. When she heard that Queen Zelda was calling for warriors, she knew the Queen might know where her father went, as they personally knew each other. She left her grandfather back in charge as she rode towards Hyrule Castle.
Secrets: Not yet, my dears.... |
44,239 | 1,207 | 10 | 2,786 | 800 | Ah? You seem real smart, Gramps! Seeker said, sitting up and grinning at Victor. "Go back to the fish thing, I actually thought that was interesting--"
Lydia's sudden stop and hand motion made Seeker shut up and look where she pointed. She asked if he could scout ahead...but they could already see the Gerudo woman, and the camp meant there was probably more than one...
"I could get up there, but what do you actually want me to do?" he asked Lydia, making a token effort to be a little serious now. "Just kill 'em? I don't know how many there are, but I could do it easy enough." If over confidence could make one's nose grow, Seeker's would have been longer than his horse's. He looked over at the dark-skinned man in their own party, who he was now sure was Gerudo after seeing another one to compare him with. "Oi, you over there. Think you could just walk up to 'em without getting shot? In a plain like this with little cover, having a distraction is about the only way to get the drop on somebody. Unless...maybe you know 'em?" | Name: Seeker
Age: 19
Species: Shiekah
He stands roughly 5 feet 10 inches, and weighs around 160 pounds, most of it muscle. The eye symbol of the Shiekah tribe is sewn into the back of his shirt, as he proudly advertises his identity despite the penchant of his people to be secretive.
Weapons and Equipment: A pair of light steel vambraces attached to his gloves, and greaves with a similar design attached to a pair of shin-high leather boots. These mostly serve as protection; in terms of weaponry, Seeker uses his own body and a variety of martial arts skills.
Skills:
+Shadow Sage Fist - An ancient martial arts style dating back to a much earlier age, when the tribe of shadows still protected the royal family. Though some of it has been lost over the years, Seeker has made it his goal to continue developing it. His personal style is highly offensive in nature--likely because of his personality--as opposed to the more stealth based arts the Shiekah are known for. He prefers "bladed hand" and "open palm" style strikes, while his kicks focus on being fast and precise.
+Stealth and Mobility - Despite his preference, Seeker is still very capable of moving silently, swiftly, and with agility. Things like jumping from rooftops or climbing walls are familiar to him, and with his athletic ability he can do it at a speed and height most wouldn't be comfortable with. Most of the time, however, he prefers the direct approach.
+Truth Sense - Though it's certainly not 100% accurate, and sometimes may not even trigger, Seeker has a certain "sense" for things. He may react as if he has felt a rumbling in the earth when secrets are about, or if he squints just right a magical illusion might waver for a moment. He might even feel the "killing intent" of an enemy moments before they strike. However, this isn't a well practiced or developed skill, and in order for the predictions to do any good he has to be capable of reacting to them with his own natural speed and reflexes.
+Show Off - Seeker's excellent, paradoxically enough, at making a big show of himself. Whether it's a conversation to jump right into, a challenge to be overcome, or a lady to woo, he won't hesitate at all. Whether or not he's successful is up in the air, but you can bet he'll make a scene to remember.
Flaws:
-Complete Idiot - When it comes to fighting, or even some forms of social interaction, Seeker can do okay. Technology? Books? Math? Common Sense? To hell with that.
-Womanizer - Honestly that makes him sound a little worse than he is, but the fact of the matter is that Seeker will hit on practically any woman he comes across relentlessly and doesn't often take a hint. Even if he were able to land a date, he's still not very faithful and his eye wanders so much it's like he looks in two different directions at once.
-Blood Knight - Loves a good fight, too much to be healthy. It's less about hurting people and more about overcoming challenges and testing his skills. That's actually worse in a way because he will actively seek out and continuously pester his would-be opponents, even after they've already fought once. Yet if he doesn't deem someone as "strong," it's almost worse because he becomes a really condescending prick.
-Overconfident/Impulsive - It has to be said that he definitely has some skill, but nonetheless he'll brashly and boldly take risks without bothering to think about whether or not he can actually walk the talk.
Bio: Seeker keeps his past under wraps for the most part, but from what can be gathered it seems he's one of the few remaining Shiekah and was born in a hidden village (not the one near Kakariko). He grew up and was trained there, and this partially accounts for how ignorant he is of the outside world, as he only recently left. But already he's begun making a name for himself, scouring bars and other slummy hangouts for a good fight, and doing a little bit of mercenary work as well. He's always trying to score with one lady or another, and at first glance this just seems like the behavior of a chauvinistic pig. But the truth is, the Shiekah are truly dying out. Even when one includes those of mixed blood in the clan, Seeker is one of the last--possibly THE last--males of his tribe. This is the mission he was given by those left in his village: Continue the bloodline of the tribe, and restore them to their former glory. Revive their culture, by seeking the ancient artifacts of shadows and truth, and bring glory once more to the name of the Shiekah.
So he travels, and he fights, and he flirts. True to his name, he seeks, but this is one Shiekah who refuses to fade quietly into the darkness. When he heard that the Queen sought the help of would-be Heroes, he saw it as a perfect opportunity. If he could become a bodyguard for the Royal Family, just like his ancestors, perhaps it would be the next step he needed on the road to glory.
Maybe then the girls would pay attention to him. |
44,240 | 1,207 | 11 | 2,077 | 1,839 | Wylin looked at seeker and gave a respectful nod but aimed her response to the group, "My name is Wylin" then turning back to seeker she added, "I believe we will." Wylin managed to give a small smile before turning her attention back to the road. She found Victor's tangent to be interesting though she could not say she understood it completely, his experience would be worth its weight in gold, something he had probably calculated. He was definitely likable enough, as were the rest.
The debriefing put her back in a dull mood, it wasn't Lydia's fault though. Wylin couldn't say she was psyched to be heading north. It was irrational but she hated it all the same. To some extent that made the next few hours not her best. The conversation was fairly interesting and though she offered the occasional comment she was mostly silent. If they hadn't thought of her as brooding, they probably did now. Ironically this was likely preferable to her usual sarcasm and general personality.
To her relief, Lydia brought the conversation and their progress to a halt. Unsurprisingly bandits being the cause. Less common in this area but yet here they were and Gerudo at that. Wylin had to agree with Lydia, "I think before we go kill anyone we should be on the same page about basics, like their numbers and that sort of thing. I don't know how effective sending one of their own would be, they can be extremely hostile to any outsiders." She shrugged "From what little I know, that is." Wylin had to keep from rolling her eyes, she couldn't help but feel asking the Gerudo man to be some kind of decoy was not the best plan of action. I mean, when has casually asking someone to betray their own kind ever gone wrong? You know besides like almost every single time. | Name: Wylin Nordin
Age: 23
Species: Hylian
Weapons and Equipment:
Broadsword: Belonged to her father, she carries it more as a remembrance
Double sided Halberd: Her preferred weapon and family heirloom
Nordin Armor: Family specialty, lightweight but durable and insulated. Unfortunately it does cause discomfort in warm climates
Skills:
Weaponry skills: She is skilled with the heavy stuff, swords and spears especially. Daggers and other smaller blades are really not her forte, her aim is alright.
Blacksmithing/repair: While not the greatest craftsman out there she can make some repairs and knows how to care for weapons, in fact she often insists on caring for them
Wit/Banter: damn right its a skill
Flaws:
Guilt: For all the lives taken an people hurt, it is her belief that she had a choice to spare them but she was too weak to make it, she also feels responsible for the collapse of her family and their deaths.
Cynical: Wylin doesn't have much faith in morality of her self or others.
Alcoholism: A bad habit taken up to calm her mind when she can't sleep.
Bio:
For as long as anyone can remember the Nordin family has crafted weapons from their home at the base of the snow peak mountains. Beautiful weapons made of snowpeak metal, a material cold as ice and difficult to work with. As far as Hylian weapons went theirs were some of the best. Naturally, blacksmithing was the family tradition and trade, one Wylin could not say she excelled at. Her brother had once, but she was always better at using and caring for the weapons. It came naturally to her, the strength that she needed to lift such heavy weapons didn't. Not to say Wylin was weak, considering her age and size she was strong but not strong enough, not for a while. With age came greater strength, augmented by her training, the Nordin's would find her able to use the family weapons at a much younger age than expected. She showed skill with war hammers and in sword play but her true gift was in spears. As such it was to no one's surprise when she claimed an old family heirloom, a double sided halberd, as her own. It wouldn't be long until her family couldn't keep up with her progress. From that point on much of her training would come from visiting warriors in the business for a Nordin weapon. It was in that early part of her life that Wylin dreamed of becoming a knight of Hyrule, protecting people and stopping evil. She had drive and determination then, hope and optimism too.
That would all change in the short span of a few days.
Wylin assumes it happened in the middle of the night during the summer of her 15th year, based on speculation as she was not there at the time. Restless, Wylin had set off to a secluded clearing where she frequently trained and blew off steam away from her family and the house. Hours passed, she lost track of time and was startled to see the sun begin to rise. Wylin headed home expecting a lecture, she found something much more horrifying. The house was a pile of smoking rubble, every thing was gone except for the armor and halberd she had with her and her father's sword. He took it to the grave with him, protecting his family, like she should have been. That morning she buried her family. For a short time she refused to move or help herself, at the time she had wanted to die but life had something else in store for her
Two days after the attack a traveler looking for the Nordin family found her, the man was no saint and its likely he would have let her die if he hadn't thought she could tell him where her family's weapons had gone. As soon as she was well enough to talk the man interrogated her, when she revealed she had nothing for him but what was left he took her father's sword and was going to leave her to die but he stopped and did the only act of kindness she had ever witnessed from him. He asked her if she was any good at fighting, she told him she was the best in her family. Skeptical, he then asked her why she had been unable to protect her family. She hadn't been there and told him as much. After a moment he told her she was now his apprentice and if she was lying about her skill or disobeyed him that she was going to wish she had died with the rest of her family. That was the only promise she ever trusted him to keep.
This man, her new 'mentor', was mercenary and not the good kind. Morality meant nothing to him, neither did lives. He was driven by only one thing, money. To that extent he was trustworthy, he would always get the job done. No extraneous questions or going back on deals. Even though she hated him Wylin learned a thing or two from him about people and how to stay alive in a business as violent as theirs. The jobs they took were never clean, only dirty jobs paid enough to be worth taking. Sometimes they took jobs for bandits, infiltrating towns and weakening them. Sometimes they took jobs for corrupt mayors, taking care of families who refused to pay ridiculous taxes. Sometimes their targets wouldn't even fight back, that was when her mentor had her do the dirty work for him. He was a terrible man but whatever scrap of a conscious he had was bothered by killing defenseless beings. Wylin had no choice to follow, the few times she dissented all ended horribly. This lasted for three years and would have gone on longer if not for a fateful injury. A job had gone south and her mentor had taken an arrow to the side. He was unable to continue fighting, he ordered her to finish the job but her chance had arrived. He sensed her anger and tried to plead with her, he had saved her life after all. For that she was grateful, his death was a quick one.
Though she was free she was lost, with out a purpose she disappeared from all civilization for a few months. Wylin would return, stronger and with the determination to balance at least some of the the evil she had done with good. She could never be a knight but she could help people. She took only clean jobs and refused any payment besides the bare minimum for necessities. Wylin may never forgive herself but its likely she'll die trying.
Her family died 8 years ago, she killed her 'mentor' 5 years ago and now the land she once terrorized calls her to save them, the situation must have been worse than she thought. |
44,241 | 1,207 | 12 | 2,447 | 478 | Lydia shook her head, "Not if you can help it, see if there's a way around but if not..." She turned to the Gerudo, considering Seeker's earlier comment "Do you think they'd listen to you? Out here, far from their homeland, them seeing you in our group might just get us past without killing them."In all honesty, Lydia could care less whether the bandits lived or died. They were scum who preyed on the weak. But wiping out a camp of Gerudo bandits might not sit so well with the other raiders throughout Hyrule. And bands of Gerudo Raiders coming after them was the last thing they needed right now.
She nodded her appreciation at Wylin's agreement. The woman looked a few years younger than Lydia and even though she had been mostly silent throughout the trip, she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. "I think Seeker should go in first and get a headcount, the layout of their camp and the like. And if our desert friend here thinks he can get us through without any bloodshed, great. However, if that's not the case, this spot here is a good area to act as a choke point. The plateaus above us can act as a good spot to land down on them. I can take a good chunk of them out with my bow before they can find my position."
The area was mostly plains, but right now the convoy of warriors were nestled between two miniature Plateaus leading out into the plains, just out of sight of the Gerudo guard. If worse comes to worse, Lydia could use her bow and use this road as a choke point. And she didn't exactly fully trust the skills of Seeker yet, sure he was confident in his abilities but it was more arrogant. And arrogance can get you killed. | Name: Lydia Ordon
Age: 29
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Lydia stands at 5'6 and has a slim, but strong physique. She's not incredibly muscular, but a life of hard work has made sure she's fit enough to tangle with the best of them. Her ears are pointed and her eyes are ocean blue. She has short blonde hair. Even though she's 32, she was gifted with youthful looks. Her battle attire is more like this than that of the picture. It has no sort of Jewelry on it. Her sword is this. She also has a bow and quiver, which looks like this.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Longsword- A custom made longsword crafted by the Ordon blacksmith.
-Bow and Quiver- A bow and quiver made by Lydia herself.
-Leather Armor- A set of Leather Armor brought home by her father as a souvenir from the Hylian-Gerudo war.
Skills:
-Skilled Swordsman: Due to training with her brother and protecting Ordon, Lydia has become a skilled swordsman.
-Expert Archer: Lydia has spent her whole life training with a bow and arrow.
-Bow craftsmen: Lydia learned how to build a bow in her teenage years.
-Competent Rider: Lydia can ride a horse as well as anybody.
-Leader: Being the mayor of Ordon for 9 years has taught her a thing or two about being a leader.
Flaws:
-Prideful: Lydia is a very proud person and she would rather die than be insulted.
-Calculating: Due to her years running Ordon, Lydia has become more calculating and is willing to let a member suffer, including herself, for the good of the group.
-Inexperienced: While a trained fighter, Lydia doesn't have the experience of soldiers or mercenaries. She's fairly new to the whole adventuring thing.
-Reckless: Though she can be thoughtful, in the midst of battle she often takes risks that are dangerous or unnecessary.
Bio: Lydia was born to the daughter of the mayor of Ordon, her father a rancher. She had a brother who was three years older than him. Her childhood was spent ranching goats and learning about The Hero of Twilight, who enthralled her. From a young age, she showed to be a natural leader, often leading the other children around town on adventures and imaginary quests. She started to learn to shoot a bow and arrow when she was 6. Her father taught her the finer points and she took off, proving to be a natural. Her father was called to Hylian-Gerudo war, feeling it was his duty to Hyrule to join. Against the wishes of her mother, he marched off to war. At first he returned every 4 months, but as the war raged on, he was absent longer. Towards the end of the war, he was gone 9 months at a time. He returned for good when Lydia was 9. But Lydia, even at that young age, could tell he was a changed man. As the years went by, her brother began training to join the army. She would spar with him in the fields with the goats and while she never beat him, she got quite good herself.
Her brother left for the army when she was 13 and she soon learned after, he earned a place in the Queen's Personal guard. It was around this time her grandfather began to teach her about running the town. She was a quick learner and he knew she would end up mayor one day. When Lydia was 14, her father came home one night and told her and her mother that her brother had been killed protecting the Queen. She cried herself to sleep that night. She began training with weapons harder after that, becoming better each day. The Forest Guardian, Ordon was killed when she was 18, something her father was extremely opposed to. 2 years later her mother became fatally ill. Her father rode to Hyrule to beg the Queen to use a magical item to heal his wife. She refused. Lydia's mother died a week later. Some months later Lydia's grandfather stepped down as mayor and she was elected. Around this time, her Father told her that he was going on a trip and he didn't know when he'd be back. He left and she never saw him again. She ran Ordon well and made her grandfather proud. When she heard that Queen Zelda was calling for warriors, she knew the Queen might know where her father went, as they personally knew each other. She left her grandfather back in charge as she rode towards Hyrule Castle.
Secrets: Not yet, my dears.... |
44,242 | 1,207 | 13 | 2,707 | 241 | Kryos finally found the trust to mount his steed and followed in toe with everyone else. While he had no interest to actually help the queen in any sense of the word, the reason he lagged at the back of the group was almost completely due to his inferior horse riding skills. He wasn't used to using them for any major amount of time. The desert wasn't a favourable place for most horses due to the sandstorms and quicksand pits that made their hooves nigh obsolete. When he caught up to the group only to hear them discuss the cannibalistic nature of Zora feasting on fish, Kryos rolled his eyes and looked away towards the hold up as Lydia explained what she could see. As soon as she uttered the word Gerudo, Kryos became alert and leaned back, so much so that his steed began to peddle backwards a few steps believing Kyros's sways to be a command. But it seemed his reluctance was juxtaposed to the expectance of everyone else in the group. All eyes fell on him when Lydia proposed that he be an ambassador to the bandits up ahead. Kyros glanced back and forth between their all to calm faces.
"What? Because all people from the desert know each other? Or is it bandits you're lumping together? I haven't met a fellow bandit that didn't try to rob me. I haven't met anyone in the desert that didn't try to kill me. The true cannibals are you Hylian's. You're fat off your own ignorance," blasted back Kyros moving between facetious and broody in tone repeatedly. He put up his hood at this point, figuring they were destined to try their luck. "These are the Gerudo. They are women born from women to bare women. You want to make your way through? Send the women first. They'll let you pass with an offering. Send the men after. They'll want something else from you... if you're lucky. I'm more than willing to wait for nightfall and try sneaking past when the only light is the full moon." | Name: Kyros-Ganon
Age: 18
Species: Gerudo
Weapons and Equipment: Twin Butcher Knives with curved blades. The handles are wooden, able to attach together to make a boomerang.
Boomerang (See above)
Deku Nuts (Smoke Bombs)
Keaton Mask
Vihuela of Rest
Skills: -Skilled Dual-Wielder: Kyros is savvy and attuned to his go-to primary weapon choice. Although his two-sword style in unconventional and mostly self-made, Kyros can compensate for a lack of a shield with the ability for sword play from both hands at once.
-Competent Ranger: Kyros can hurl his boomerang with reliability in winds, in motion and even against moving targets.
-Expert Espionage: Growing up alone in the Desert force Kyros to be good at taking what he needed as it would never be given or gifted to him. In addition, he became good and concealing his identity, tracking, gathering information or rumours. He has a knack for setting and spotting traps.
-Skilled Vihuelist : Kyros is pretty savvy around a guitar, especially vihuelas. He will probably never play specifically for other people, but it's clear that he could make a decent living as a travelling bard in another lifetime.
-Parkour: Kyros nimbleness comes from his seemingly erratic movements and ability to bend and move his body on unusual pivots and in unusual manners.
Flaws:
-Self Centred: Kyros has never been given a good enough reason to commit to anyone but himself and because of that, he will put self-preservation before anything else.
-Distrusting: Kyros is quick to presume that everyone else in the world is out to get him and has a tendency to predict negative actions from other people by inciting his own first.
-Incomplete Fighting Style: While unorthodox, Kyros's fighting style is limited by it's lack of development, which traditional fighting styles use to wean out weaknesses and flaws.
-Short Tempered: Kyros refuses to let things go. It doesn't take much to incite a reaction from Kyros and he makes an effort to give more than he gets. To him, it makes him look weak if he doesn't react and stand his ground at all times.
Bio: Kyros's story began the day that an assassination attempt was made on the Queen of Hyrule. One of the Gerudo assassins, gravely injured, escaped capture as the scheme had clearly been counteracted. She made it out into the fields of Hyrule where in her seemingly dying moments she came across a mysterious travelling salesman. The salesman, having no apparent reaction to her wellbeing, offered to sell her anything she might desire. The woman, believing the man to be mocking her as she was about die, replied with the word "satisfaction, by my own hand, or the blood of my kinswomen, even if it kills me". The woman awoke, in a hideout at an uninhabited part of the Hyrule fields. The hideout was barren, but the assassin noticed that her wounds had been tended to, but she always had a baby bump and almost instantly went into labour. Being alone and confused, the assassin gave birth in great pain and distress. When she gave her final push and birthed her child, she took a glance at the baby and caught the freight of her life when she realised it was a boy.
As she lay in terror, blood and tears, the owner of the hideout entered abruptly, hearing the squeals of the newborn. He had no idea who the woman was, but happened to appear in time to hear her whisper "Kyros-Ganon" delusionally while drifting out of consciousness and dying. The owner of the hideout, a bandit and thief took the boy and disposed of the assassin's body, looking to make use of him. Not realising the importance of a boy in gerudo lineage, the bandit raised the boy, giving him the name Kyros, chalking the "ganon" suffix to the woman's insanity. The bandit raised the boy to be an outcast, limiting the likes of affection and love for loyalty and obedience. His ways were harsh and unrelenting, using punishments and abuse to keep Kyros in line. Kyros learned to hate the closest thing he had to a father figure and when he was twelve, Lay in bed whispering to himself begging to any god or other being that would listen to him for this to end. A man appeared to Kyros and the youngster couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. The man explained that he was a salesman and said he could offer Kyros anything he wanted. Kyros wanted to know who he was. The salesman then sat down and informed Kryos of a story regarding meeting a wounded Gerudo female on th day an attempt was made by the gerudo on the Queen's life up to the birth of a child stolen by a bandit. The salesman went into impossible depth, such as explaining that her last words were Kyros-Ganon and the lineage of Gerudo men within the tribe. The way the mysterious salesman told the story suggested that woman was taken advantage of by the bandit leading to her pregnancy and eventually killed her when he took the child.
Kyros recognised that the man was speaking of him as the baby and realised that he was the Gerudo boy in question. Feeling confusing and uncharted emotions, Kryos became mad and rampant and murdered the bandit he believed to be his father. Kyros disappeared into the desert searching for truth, closure or a sense of belonging, but only found rejection, stigma and hatred even from what should have been the remnants of his own people. Hearing about the call for warriors, Kyros is enticed by the opportunity for diplomatic immunity and the opportunity to be a royal citizen of her majesty's high council, caring little for the task at hand, Kyros enrolls in Zelda's request as a mercenary looking for his rewards. |
44,243 | 1,207 | 14 | 2,786 | 800 | Seeker yawned, as he found all the back and forth about the philosophy of killing vs sparing and the Gerudo fellow's remarks on Hylian prejudice to be extremely boring.
"Well, if nobody wants to agree on anything, let's just go around." he said. "This field is huge. We can easily take a long detour out of their line of sight. Of course, that'll take hours." He shrugged and lounged back in the saddle again, closing his eyes. "Either charge through and crack some skulls, or let criminals decide what we pay to use our own roads, or waste time to avoid getting our hands dirty. No point yammering about it all day." | Name: Seeker
Age: 19
Species: Shiekah
He stands roughly 5 feet 10 inches, and weighs around 160 pounds, most of it muscle. The eye symbol of the Shiekah tribe is sewn into the back of his shirt, as he proudly advertises his identity despite the penchant of his people to be secretive.
Weapons and Equipment: A pair of light steel vambraces attached to his gloves, and greaves with a similar design attached to a pair of shin-high leather boots. These mostly serve as protection; in terms of weaponry, Seeker uses his own body and a variety of martial arts skills.
Skills:
+Shadow Sage Fist - An ancient martial arts style dating back to a much earlier age, when the tribe of shadows still protected the royal family. Though some of it has been lost over the years, Seeker has made it his goal to continue developing it. His personal style is highly offensive in nature--likely because of his personality--as opposed to the more stealth based arts the Shiekah are known for. He prefers "bladed hand" and "open palm" style strikes, while his kicks focus on being fast and precise.
+Stealth and Mobility - Despite his preference, Seeker is still very capable of moving silently, swiftly, and with agility. Things like jumping from rooftops or climbing walls are familiar to him, and with his athletic ability he can do it at a speed and height most wouldn't be comfortable with. Most of the time, however, he prefers the direct approach.
+Truth Sense - Though it's certainly not 100% accurate, and sometimes may not even trigger, Seeker has a certain "sense" for things. He may react as if he has felt a rumbling in the earth when secrets are about, or if he squints just right a magical illusion might waver for a moment. He might even feel the "killing intent" of an enemy moments before they strike. However, this isn't a well practiced or developed skill, and in order for the predictions to do any good he has to be capable of reacting to them with his own natural speed and reflexes.
+Show Off - Seeker's excellent, paradoxically enough, at making a big show of himself. Whether it's a conversation to jump right into, a challenge to be overcome, or a lady to woo, he won't hesitate at all. Whether or not he's successful is up in the air, but you can bet he'll make a scene to remember.
Flaws:
-Complete Idiot - When it comes to fighting, or even some forms of social interaction, Seeker can do okay. Technology? Books? Math? Common Sense? To hell with that.
-Womanizer - Honestly that makes him sound a little worse than he is, but the fact of the matter is that Seeker will hit on practically any woman he comes across relentlessly and doesn't often take a hint. Even if he were able to land a date, he's still not very faithful and his eye wanders so much it's like he looks in two different directions at once.
-Blood Knight - Loves a good fight, too much to be healthy. It's less about hurting people and more about overcoming challenges and testing his skills. That's actually worse in a way because he will actively seek out and continuously pester his would-be opponents, even after they've already fought once. Yet if he doesn't deem someone as "strong," it's almost worse because he becomes a really condescending prick.
-Overconfident/Impulsive - It has to be said that he definitely has some skill, but nonetheless he'll brashly and boldly take risks without bothering to think about whether or not he can actually walk the talk.
Bio: Seeker keeps his past under wraps for the most part, but from what can be gathered it seems he's one of the few remaining Shiekah and was born in a hidden village (not the one near Kakariko). He grew up and was trained there, and this partially accounts for how ignorant he is of the outside world, as he only recently left. But already he's begun making a name for himself, scouring bars and other slummy hangouts for a good fight, and doing a little bit of mercenary work as well. He's always trying to score with one lady or another, and at first glance this just seems like the behavior of a chauvinistic pig. But the truth is, the Shiekah are truly dying out. Even when one includes those of mixed blood in the clan, Seeker is one of the last--possibly THE last--males of his tribe. This is the mission he was given by those left in his village: Continue the bloodline of the tribe, and restore them to their former glory. Revive their culture, by seeking the ancient artifacts of shadows and truth, and bring glory once more to the name of the Shiekah.
So he travels, and he fights, and he flirts. True to his name, he seeks, but this is one Shiekah who refuses to fade quietly into the darkness. When he heard that the Queen sought the help of would-be Heroes, he saw it as a perfect opportunity. If he could become a bodyguard for the Royal Family, just like his ancestors, perhaps it would be the next step he needed on the road to glory.
Maybe then the girls would pay attention to him. |
44,244 | 1,207 | 15 | 64 | 45 | Victor brought his hand to his chin in contemplation, hearing the plans laid out before him. "If it were up to me, I'd rather we not have to shed any blood, especially not on our side. There's plenty of road left and I'd rather we be in one piece by the time we reach the Zora's Domain. Not that you all can't handle yourselves, I mean. Mitigating risks and whatnot, you understand."
"If time is not an issue, then I cast my vote towards our Gerudo friend's plan. I'm none too familiar with Gerudo communication that didn't involve the business end of a glaive, so if you think we can traverse quietly through them, then by all means I'll give it a shot. Seeker was your name? I think your scouting may be helpful as well. Hell, I may even give reasoning a try, but don't count on me to hand over any offerings." Victor softly clutched at his bag. "That's just my take on where we stand. If all of you are just itching to engage the enemy, you'll find me on the plateaus around the camp. Just don't say I didn't warn ya if I gotta climb down to patch you up." Victor grumbled to himself. I swear if they make me climb up these plateaus... | Name: Victor
Age: 49
Species: Hylian
Appearance:
Victor stands at five feet, nine inches. His face matches his age, with wrinkles and creases adorning his face. An ample white beard adorns his face. White, unkempt hair razes atop his head. Within his small eyes, there can be seen a dark brown hue. His eyebrows are thick and add a sharpness to his facial features, culminating into a serious, straightforward, if a little wizened expression.
Weapons and Equipment:
-Crossbow: A crossbow of simple construction. It is worn from its use on the battlefield, but still fires as true as the day it left the armory and into Victor’s hands.
-Knives: A set of 5 knives that Victor carries on his person. They each vary in design and construction, as they are also souvenirs of Victor’s travels.
-Doctor’s Bag: A bag containing basic tools necessary for speedy medical intervention.
-Leather Armor: A light set of sturdy armor that provides ample protection for those on the move.
Skills:
-Medical Knowledge: Years of training and study have given Victor the know-how to properly treat disease and maintain health. Combined with a lifestyle of travel, Victor is quite the field medic.
-Small Arms Proficiency: Though his training included many types of arms, Victor preferred to stay unencumbered to maintain speed and concentration on the battlefield, both as a combatant and medic. As a result, he has expertise in weapons no larger than a shortsword.
-Crossbow Marksman: Victor’s skills often meant that he was relegated to the rear of any formation. As a result, he honed his skills to operate optimally in his position and now possesses familiarity with crossbows.
-Perceptive: Being perceptive has been a critical skill for Victor, whether it be locating the source of a major hemorrhage in a soldier or spotting said soldier in the midst of battle. His senses have been trained in order to ensure not only his survival but those of the group as well.
Flaws:
-Aged: Experienced as Victor may be, his age is beginning to show. Victor is not as strong as he used to be, much less than that of many of Hyrule’s warriors.
-Aloof: If there’s one thing that Victor needs to work on, it’s his bedside manner. Victor is not the best conversationalist and does not often put the effort in closing the distance between him and the people around him.
-Love of Money: Being a part of a merchant caravan has instilled Victor with an inflated sense of the value of rupees. He is motivated by pay and looks to eke out the most rewards for his services.
Bio:
Victor was just a young kid when Hyrule was saved, but the daring exploits of the Hero of Twilight forever left a mark on Victor’s mind as he grew through childhood. Born and raised in Castle Town, Victor was constantly exposed to tales of adventure and people of diverse background. It was during this early period where Victor’s ambitions led him to be a fighter just like the Hero of Twilight. At the age of 21, he enlisted to become participate in the Hylian-Gerudo War. When Victor returned home, he was disillusioned, the stories of valor in battle replaced with the real experiences of war. Victor lamented the losses suffered and the actions taken by both sides of the war.
Wanting no further part in the Hylian army, but possessing few other skills than his battlefield experience, Victor became part of a travelling mercenary guild contracted to protect merchant shipments for the ever expanding Malo Mart. Victor also refused to just repeat his experience as a mere soldier on the battlefield; he began to study medicine, hoping that the knowledge would enrich him, maybe to help him take one further step to becoming the hero he dreamed of.
Victor would go on to travel across Hyrule and distant lands as soldier, studying physician, and mercenary for the coming decades. Over this period, Victor saved numerous people, from merchants to villager to travelers; but each casualty suffered took its toll on him. He began to tire of dreaming of heroes and glory, finding that rupees, green or silver, were becoming the only things worthwhile to come out of his travels. The disappearance of the Hero of Twilight could only cement the dissipation of romantic ambition.
Now that Queen Zelda is summoning heroes from all over, and rumors of a danger that threatens all of Hyrule looms over, Victor’s mercenary guild assigns him from the caravans of merchants back into the Hylian army. This time, Victor has more experience, more knowledge, more skills, and yet, mixed ambitions. He’s ready to seal his contract, but somehow he feels there’s something more, something familiar that’s driving him back into the battlefield. |
44,245 | 1,208 | 0 | 1,560 | 696 | As the engine of the helicopter hummed and the blades chopped through the air, Mikkish sat and went over in his head how he wound up in this situation. Maniacles Corporation was quite innovative, so the helicopter they were in looked futuristic, not unlike those vertibirds from Fallout.
Maniacles was supposedly the reason guns were now so cheap, and affordable to anyone. His own glock was only $50. When they weren't selling and manufacturing guns and other technology they were hiring and selling mercenaries for wars overseas.
Yes, there were wars, even despite the Pests. Mikkish reluctantly worked a fast food grill and killed god knows how many Pests in his life. As far back as he remembered, everyone owned a gun, a pistol at least. He himself kinda sucked as a marksman, being gifted in hand to hand combat instead, particularly MMA.
He wondered what they were off to go study. What "magic?" Clearly it was meant for young people. Would it be college like? He always wanted to go to University, but never could scrape up the money. He looked around at the others in the big helicopter, and wondered what was up with them. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,246 | 1,208 | 1 | 200 | 1,543 | Alexis was excited to be on the helicopter. She could finally do what she never did in her life because of her running. She could go to college. Who cares if this "magic" thing is not really. She was happy. A big smile on her face. Her Desert Eagle was at his usual at her hip holster , the new paint job really looked good. She loved her weapon , even named her Turli , for who knows what reasons ?
This Maniacles corporation really knew how to make good weapon and her ex-boyfriend gunsmith made it better. Going at the range was her favored thing of the day , besides the morning practice. Every now and then Pests would come to the track and she had to shoot'em. Good target practice as she called it.
The helicopter was full of people. She didn't knew anyone there but she saw confusion on some faces and on others ? Excitement.
She plans to make full of this opportunity. She only hopes that there is a shooting range at the campus or maybe a Pest attack occasionally. | Name: Alexis Maker
Age: 21
Personality: She's an friendly gal. Always seeking ways to see the "better part" of things. Even when things go south , bad , she still sees the good in all that.
Skills: Handguns ( combat ) , Speed ( Endurance ) ( she's a marathon runner ) ( professional world ) , Medical knowledge ( miscellaneous )
Gun : A Desert Eagle .50
Other: Handguns and non-automatic shotguns are allowed at the start of the RP. |
44,247 | 1,208 | 2 | 893 | 1,251 | Most of the people on the helicopter ride were quiet, even those that looked like they had the jitters. One, though, you couldn't get to shut up.
"Magic is real. Magic is real. Gonna be a wizard. Magic is real. Wingardium Leviosa, Hokus Pocus. Magic is real." Charlie mumbled under her breath as she tapped her feet in tune with the muffled WHUP WHUP WHUP WHUP that the helicopter blades made in the air. Charlie was a big believer in the concept of thought affecting the body. Not in any hippy dippy mystical placebo effect kind of way, no, in a practical way. She'd read in a book that when you repeated and ruminated on an idea the neural pathways related to that idea got stronger and stronger, like working out a muscle, so that in the future information about that topic was easier to carry and it allowed you to accept the ideas much easier.
The book had been about suicide clusters. Good read, but a little overwrought.
She looked around at the people in the cabin, still mumbling to herself, and wondered for the tenth time today whether this really was on the up and up. Those things where they slapped an explosive collar around your neck and made you fight to the death didn't actually happen (at least on this scale, she wasn't willing to rule it completely out of existence), but there were those weird sex islands that big businessmen and politicians occasionally owned.
Maybe Amos had been right about this. She hadn't exactly gotten her uncles permission to go on this trip.
She should have bought a phone before coming out here.
"Magic is real. Magic is real. Weird sex island battle royal. Abracadabra, avada cadarva." | Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lee Moon
Age: 19
Appearance: Short and with a sickly looking complexion. Her thin face is framed by long, straight black hair that falls all the was to her thighs. She wears a long black skirt and a bulky brown coat. Has a scar the extends from the left side of her forehead up under her hairline.
Personality: Morbid but affable, Charlie is awash in nervous energy at all times. Talks a lot. Talks to herself a lot and doesn't have much of a mental filter. Comfortable with the sight of blood and most other things that normal people are squeamish about. Loves true crime books. Her greatest fear is waking up one day to the realization that she's a serial killer.
Skills: Rifle shooting, Taxidermy, anatomical knowledge of pests.
Other: Uses a handgun. |
44,248 | 1,208 | 3 | 1,560 | 696 | Mikkish smirked.
"Holy shit, Battle Royal. Thats what this reminds me of." He said, breaking the ice with Charlie.
Just then, a man in a suit entered the passengers section of the air craft.
"Ahem. Uh, sorry to interrupt, but just want everyone's attention real quick."
He paused a second as Mikkish and several others turned their attention.
"My name is Mathew Williams. You may call me Matt. I just wanted to go over, real quick, some details of whats going on. First off, you all know about the Pests, right? Well you may or may not have heard that they have been increasing in number over the past decade, despite how much people are killing them and all of the actions taken to bring their population down, there are more Pests each year than the last. In addition to this, not all of the Pests are the sizes of puppies like you have probably seen. Many of our mercenaries have died fighting some which we believe to be breeders for the Pests. I don't really have my projector with me so I cant show you, but these breeders are huge, from elephant sized to large building sized. These larger ones are a lot more reclusive though. You wont find one walking through a city, most likely." He explained, "Any questions so far?" | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,249 | 1,208 | 4 | 1,560 | 696 | No? We all good? Good. Matt said, as he continued.
"So, Maniacles Corporation has been in contact with various little hidden towns all over the world for years, but only recently have they agreed to do business with us. You're probably wondering what hidden societies I'm talking about. Well what if I told you there were people all over the world who could read minds, set things on fire by blinking at them, and even cause a dead body to walk and act alive? Well as crazy as it sounds, these people have formed hidden societies all over the world. They are called "mages." But the most amazing thing about this is not that there are mages. The most amazing thing about all this is that almost anyone, any average Joe or Julie, can become a mage through practice. These abilities that mages have can destroy Pests much more efficiently than a glock or even an assault rifle could, and now people can be trained and develop these abilities. There are even colleges in these towns. Towns that, for the record, have no Pest problem, or at least a very low infestation problem. When I say college, I do mean university, by the way, meaning room and board and learning magic in a classroom setting." He paused
"Any last questions?" | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,250 | 1,208 | 5 | 1,560 | 696 | Alright then. Just a few more details to go through, there is a chance of injury or even death if instructions are not followed strictly, and anyone who's GPA falls too low will be kicked out of the program and sent back home.
Another couple of agents began passing around papers, which asked for signatures. It included being paid while in the program, what benefits they had access to, the risk of injury and death, notification of what can get someone kicked out of the program including murder and too much damage to Maniacles property, and a GPA falling too low.
Mikkish, of course, signed without really looking. He just wanted the pay and the college girls he just figured out he would probably meet. He never could afford to go to university, now he was being paid to go experience something he didn't think he would get to.
Sooner than anyone thought, the helicopter started to land, and the doors opened, revealing they had landed on the roof top of a tall building, overlooking a city of high rises and sky scrapers. It looked more like a smaller NYC than anything out of Harry Potter.
Welcome to Malficus City, found on Malficus Island. Somewhere West of Northern California. The academy is at the other end of the city. Hope you're all in the mood for some sight seeing." Said Matt.
It was late afternoon. The neon lights of the city would be visible soon. Mikkish grinned. He never lived in a big city like this, and wondered what transit was like. He especially couldn't wait to see what clubs he could get into. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,251 | 1,208 | 6 | 893 | 1,251 | Charlies feet pounded on the roof as she hopped out of the helicopter, walking over tho the edge and looking down over the sweeping city. Definitely not a sex island then. You didn't build all this when a summer camp sufficed. Had magic built all this? She shuttered. She hoped wizards weren't all dicks and idiots. Wizards in fiction tended to be either dicks or idiots. They could take out pests and had hidden that from the world. That definitely leaned dickish.
Anyway, she did was she came here to do and signed her form on the safely railing, walking it back and handing it over the Matt before turning back to the crowd of students. "Anybody got cell reception?" She asked out loud. She didn't have a cell phone herself. Nobody to call. If there weren't any bars here that was a suspicious sign that this might still be a weird, murderous hoax. "If you do that means we're definitely not fighting to the death or something." | Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lee Moon
Age: 19
Appearance: Short and with a sickly looking complexion. Her thin face is framed by long, straight black hair that falls all the was to her thighs. She wears a long black skirt and a bulky brown coat. Has a scar the extends from the left side of her forehead up under her hairline.
Personality: Morbid but affable, Charlie is awash in nervous energy at all times. Talks a lot. Talks to herself a lot and doesn't have much of a mental filter. Comfortable with the sight of blood and most other things that normal people are squeamish about. Loves true crime books. Her greatest fear is waking up one day to the realization that she's a serial killer.
Skills: Rifle shooting, Taxidermy, anatomical knowledge of pests.
Other: Uses a handgun. |
44,252 | 1,208 | 7 | 1,580 | 314 | I was sitting in a corner of the helicopter, as far away from the others as I could. I was clutching a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a small case full of my personal belongings. It wasn't because I didn't like anyone, or that I was a cold person or anything... just... a bit socially awkward, or shy, I dunno... a lot of people back in my old town didn't really like me. Probably because they thought I was weird a bow instead of a gun... or that I was always reluctant to attack pests... or... my presence... some people even spread nasty rumors that I was a form of pest that puts its prey into a relaxed and defenseless state before killing them. I took a deep breath, that's over now. It's a new start.
I didn't have that many questions, so I stayed quiet and stared out the window in silence. When the sheet was handed to me, I read through the paper quickly and then signed.
When we landed, I got out of the helicopter, slipping my bow and quiver over my shoulder, and walked to the edge of the rooftop. "Whoa... how... could this have been hidden for so long...? Magic's amazing..." I looked at the city below and took a deep breath. This was going to be my home from now on. I never really thought I'd be able to go to college. I mean, I had great grades, and I qualified some scholarships, but for the most part they wouldn't take care of everything, and I couldn't very well work a full time job and do college full time... before this, I had merely been saving up. | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,253 | 1,208 | 8 | 1,560 | 696 | Catch up! Shouted Matt, giddily, as he walked down a flight of stairs into the building.
He lead everyone down through the Maniacles building and out into the city streets. As soon as they got out...they came to find a city much like any other. For Mikkish, and perhaps a few others, this didn't dull the excitement of being in a city. But cars whizzed by occasionally, the city was very pedestrian friendly though. Occasionally, a person would by seen wearing a witch or wizard hat along with normal clothes. Some could be seen lighting cigarettes with flames on the tips of their fingers, or blasting themselves with cold air right from their hands to cool themselves in the heat of the day.
"Like I said, these mages were here, having their own modern society when we got here. Not sure how." Matt said, he turned around to Charlie as he kept moving "We are trying to keep our operations with these mages as discrete as possible. The only cell reception is for cell phone companies found on the island."
They passed two men who were throwing punches at each other lightning quick, seriously like something right out of DBZ. It was impossible, for a normal human being to move at these speeds. Matt moved around them casually. Mikkish did similar, but stared with great curiosity. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,254 | 1,208 | 9 | 1,580 | 314 | A-Ah, sorry! I called out, before turning around and rushing after the group. I looked around in amazement, my town hadn't really been this big or bustling. It was a bit dizzying... I hope that I don't get lost later. I tried not to stare at people, wearing weird accessories, clothing, or doing impossible things. However, I did stop when we reached the two fighting. "S-Shouldn't we try to stop this? O-One of them could get hurt." I clutched the locket around my neck, twisting it slightly in my grip. It was an unfortunate nervous habit of mine... | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,255 | 1,208 | 10 | 1,560 | 696 | But Matt ignored Joe as he lead the students on.
"Damn dude, are we there yet?" Mikkish said, annoyed by the heat and humidity.
"Oh no, we got about another hour of walking ahead of us." Matt said, a hint of insincerity in his voice.
Ahead was a couple of buildings on a hill. The lawn was freshly and neatly mowed. The sidewalks swerved in an intentional, organized pattern. Young adults stood or sat, chatting or studying about the lawn.
"Hey wait...an hour? You're telling me this ain't the school?" Mikkish asked intuitively.
Matt, of course, ignored as he continued into the school grounds. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,256 | 1,208 | 11 | 1,580 | 314 | I was a bit taken aback by his lack of an answer. |"B-Be assertive Joe, these people could get hurt if we don't do anything! We can't just ignore this." I stopped, trying my best not to seem nervous. "H-Hey! I-I asked a question! W-We should try to stop this, shouldn't we!? These people could get hurt, couldn't they!?" I tried to keep my voice and body from trembling. I usually never raised my voice, and I tried to always keep my emotions in check... | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,257 | 1,208 | 12 | 893 | 1,251 | Statistically most street fights that don't involve weapons end before one of the fighters is seriously injured. Charlie said casually. "It's a dominance thing, a way to see whose dick is bigger. Those guys are either going to get picked up by the magic cops, ones going to walk to the magic hospital with a broken nose, or they're going to stumble back into the magic bar they came from as best friends. I know how hard it is to act against the diffusion of responsibility, and it's really cool that you are swimming against that stream, but we're on a magic island full of magic people and none of them seem worried about it." | Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lee Moon
Age: 19
Appearance: Short and with a sickly looking complexion. Her thin face is framed by long, straight black hair that falls all the was to her thighs. She wears a long black skirt and a bulky brown coat. Has a scar the extends from the left side of her forehead up under her hairline.
Personality: Morbid but affable, Charlie is awash in nervous energy at all times. Talks a lot. Talks to herself a lot and doesn't have much of a mental filter. Comfortable with the sight of blood and most other things that normal people are squeamish about. Loves true crime books. Her greatest fear is waking up one day to the realization that she's a serial killer.
Skills: Rifle shooting, Taxidermy, anatomical knowledge of pests.
Other: Uses a handgun. |
44,258 | 1,208 | 13 | 1,560 | 696 | Matt, of course, ignored Joe as he lead the new students into the campus.
Mikkish smirked. 'I wonder who hasn't figured out hes screwing with us.'
"Its a fight, happens all the time who cares?" Mikkish asked Joe, but then turned his attention to the school...and the ladies who walked past. "Hey whats up?" He said to one girl as he extended a fist for a fist bump. The girl smiled excitedly and fist bumped him with a "Heyy, whats up?" of her own. Her friend called her, though, and she said "I gotta go." But walked off with a smile.
'At long last: college chicks.' Mikkish thought.
Matt lead them all into the halls of one building and up to a desk.
"We got the new kiddos" Matt said to the lady at the desk, who did a little computer magic before a printing machine began dispensing multiple forms.
"Alright, take one and pass it on." Matt said, handing it to the student closest to him. The forms revealed themselves to be their schedules and the start date, which would be the day after tomorrow. The actual class schedules read like this:
New "Student" Class Schedule
8am Physical Conditioning, Mon-Sat
9:30 Science of Magic, Mon,Wed
10:30 Application of Mathematics, Mon, Wed, Thr
11:30 Philosophy and Mental Conditioning, Mon
1pm Magic Demonstration and Evaluation, Mon-Fri
2pm Sparring, Fri (A single unexcused absence may result in expulsion from the program)
Mikkish' excitement about the school faded a bit. He loved a good work out, but hated waking up early...and now he had to wake up before 8am six days a week?
"Hey man, we gotta show up at 8am every day but Sunday?" Mikkish asked, a tiny bit pissed.
But Matt turned to him, his expression not fully visible due to the sunglasses he still wore, but his mouth was cirved into an amused smirk.
"Thats what you all signed up for." He announced happily. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,259 | 1,208 | 14 | 1,580 | 314 | I reluctantly followed after the others after casting a glance back towards the fight. "Just because it's a fight doesn't mean that someone can't get badly injured... and it's not just normal people fighting, they're using magic to enhance their speed and very well their strength. One wrong move and they could accidentally kill one another." I crossed my arms and remained silent for the rest of the time.
I finally looked at the schedule and frowned. "Mental and physical conditioning... uh... that seems like... erm... brainwashing. Yeah?" | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,260 | 1,208 | 15 | 893 | 1,251 | If you want to know whether someone is trying to brainwash you pay attention to how much you're being fed. You're more malleable when your hungry and tired, so a brainwasher will try and keep you in that state. Charlie said, looking down at her own schedule. She frowned at the very last item on the list. Sparring? She'd have to fight other people, and it was mandatory? She wasn't exactly to thrilled at the prospect. She had a weak constitution and bruised really easily, but that wasn't what worried her. What if she enjoyed it? Like, a little too much? She'd read about it over and over again, once you made a mental connection between pleasure and hurting people you were done. May as well but a hockey mast and build a torture shack out in the middle of the desert because you'd just bought a one way ticket to slasher land.
She needed something to distract herself from that thought. "I'm sure it's just so mystical mumbo-jumbo though. Sitting under waterfalls and finding inner peace and all that jazz. If you ever get really scared that this is some kind of cult thing, try to quit. If they just let you leave it's safe. If they try to shame you into staying, or keep you anyway, it's probably a cult MK Ultra sort of thing." | Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lee Moon
Age: 19
Appearance: Short and with a sickly looking complexion. Her thin face is framed by long, straight black hair that falls all the was to her thighs. She wears a long black skirt and a bulky brown coat. Has a scar the extends from the left side of her forehead up under her hairline.
Personality: Morbid but affable, Charlie is awash in nervous energy at all times. Talks a lot. Talks to herself a lot and doesn't have much of a mental filter. Comfortable with the sight of blood and most other things that normal people are squeamish about. Loves true crime books. Her greatest fear is waking up one day to the realization that she's a serial killer.
Skills: Rifle shooting, Taxidermy, anatomical knowledge of pests.
Other: Uses a handgun. |
44,261 | 1,208 | 16 | 1,560 | 696 | Yeah man, Maniacles is gonna let us bring our guns, walk around with our guns, but then force" us to join a cult. That makes sense." Mikkish said sarcastically to Joe and Charlie.
"Oh yeah. That's our plan." Matt said, clearly amused, but with no facial expressive hints "But of course, you are not truly initiated until the after the blood orgy, which you must attend each time you rank up."
Mikkish looked at Joe and Charlie briefly, to see their reactions to Matt's comment, then turned back to Matt.
"So I hope this cult doesn't let its new recruits sleep on the sidewalk." He said, snickering at Joe and Charlie and their paranoia about being indoctrinated.
"Right." Matt said in realization "The dorm rooms are big, but cramped due to the amount of bunk beds pushed together. All you men in this group are in room 223, and all the ladies are in room 123. Its in the same one dorm building, but we separate genders by what floor they are in." Matt began walking off "Right this way."
Matt lead them all out into a courtyard in the middle of the lecture buildings and the dorms. They dorms looked like some sort of Inn from the early 1800s from the outside. In fact, some of the buildings they saw when they walked through the city looked pretty old. It begged the question of how long ago this school was built.
They were lead inside, where it seemed much bigger and more modern. Mikkish felt relieved when a rush of cold air from the AC hit them. In front of the entrance was a small sitting area with a couple couches and a fireplace that looked like it had never been used. Right next to it on the left was a stair case, and further off was a hallway to some dorm rooms. Off to the right was an open doorway that read "Dining Hall." Some commotion could be heard from there, either putting things away, or cooking.
"Alright, so this is where I will leave you guys. If you have any questions you can go back to the front desk. Most of what you need to know is on that sheet I gave you. I need to get back to my office." Matt said, and with that, walked off casually.
Holy shit.
Mikkish couldn't believe it.
He was being left to explore not only an academy, but a magic academy, in the middle of a city, on an island with beaches. But first thing was first.
"Guess its time to take a look at our room." He said to the other guys, and made his way upstairs...to room 223, which included six bunk beds crammed into a barely-large-enough room without even its own bathroom. No. The one bathroom in the hall was out in the hallway. There wasn't even a trunk to prevent anything from being stolen.
"Home sweet home..." Mikkish said 'I hope none of these dudes are gay.' He thought. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,262 | 1,208 | 17 | 1,580 | 314 | I gave them a blank look. "It's quite rude to try and mess with someone that's adapting to an alien environment." I crossed my arms and sighed, walking behind them as we were led to the dorms. I looked around me quietly. "That... feeling again." I took a deep breath and tried to ignore it. It... doesn't mean anything. Just paranoia, or maybe wishful thinking. Everything... is as it's supposed to be... right?
I walked ahead of everyone the second we entered the dorms. "I'm going to go to my room, good evening, everyone." I began walking towards the stairs, but then stopped, turned around and cast my gaze towards Matt, just before he left. "Oh, yes, I forgot to elaborate my point earlier. Silly me." I smiled and then my gaze grew cold as I clasped my hands together in front of my lap. "Mental conditioning is just a rather... malevolent sounding term, no? It makes me think of trying to make people change their thinking and behaviors to suit those that wish it so. I mean, it could refer to turning people into obedient remorseless little killing machines. Perfect little soldiers to fight the pointless little wars of man, for the profit of those that can see the potential in all of this. Soldiers that can decimate enemies with magic, a potent weapon indeed something that would put mercenary companies far ahead of the game and put them into high demand." My gaze... seemed to pierce his very soul. In a second, my expression lightened. "That's all I wanted to say, good evening, Mr. Matt~"
With that, I turned on my heel and ascended the stairs. I walked to room 203, unlocked the door, and went inside. I took a deep shuddering breath. "...Ah... I hope... I hope this'll be alright..." I shut the door, got onto the top of one of the bunks, setting my bow, quiver, and suitcase next to me. After a little bit of silence, the door opened. I saw one of the boys from the group walk in. "Oh, hello." | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,263 | 1,208 | 18 | 1,560 | 696 | Alright, sure, Nice detective work kid. Matt said before walking off "You sure got me."
All the while, Matt wondered how Joe could come up with such an idea to begin with. Maniacles didn't need magic in order to beat out other mercenary companies. It was the other companies that would attempt magic to win against Maniacles, and probably still fail.
Everywhere a person looked in the United States and many developed countries, there was some Maniacles product. They got a very high profit selling guns for cheap to the average person, receiving government funding, and of course, selling mercenaries to quell high-infestation scenarios. That wasn't all they had, though. They even sold their own brand of energy drinks, tobacco products, and hell, even had their own shops throughout cities dedicated to selling various merchandise. Maniacles was everywhere. You saw more Maniacles ads than even Coca-Cola ads.
In fact, Mikkish was just taking a sip from a can of Power Bolt (the energy drink brand owned by Maniacles) when he walked back into the dorm room to find another dude sitting on the bed. Before answering, he walked in a bit to make sure his bag was untouched and still there, then answered.
"Hey, whats up? Ever been to a place without pests?" | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,264 | 1,208 | 19 | 1,580 | 314 | I tilted my head, putting a finger to my chin. I thought about it for a second, casting my gaze to the side. "No. It's basically impossible not to run into some type of pest. I mean, even here, while we may not see them out and about, there's likely some sort of pest around, something that's managed to slip through the cracks."
I paused for a second. "Hey, I know that we've just met, but... could I ask you a question...?" Without really waiting for a response, I started. "Doesn't it sometimes feel like the world we live in... just feels wrong? Like, you don't belong here, or that something that is, should not be? Perhaps that... you weren't meant to be born in this world, but another one?" I chuckled and rubbed the back of my head. "On second thought, never mind, it's a silly question. I guess... this whole pest business has never sat well with me, that's all..." | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,265 | 1,208 | 20 | 1,560 | 696 | Mikkish paused "What?"
But then he started to understand.
"Ah, yeah. All the time. This world is wrong. I should have been born a millionaire, in a low infestation zone. Then I would never have to flip burgers in a kitchen where those giant 12 legged spiders keep getting in." Mikkish smirked, as he looked in his bag to make sure everything was as he left it. A brief surge of panic hit him. His mind thought of a leather bound book, written in a lost language and untitled, which was his that he would never just give away.
But then he realized there was no book. What book, anyway? He felt stupid, for a second following the momentary panic. It was probably all just a habitual fear from when he lost books back in high school.
"Well good to know at least you wont go through my shit...yet..." Mikkish said to Joe "By the way, ya think the laws here are different? I mean...its owned by a company. The company is a US one, but the island is owned by the company and not the US government directly. And I only ask cuz I wanna see about getting into one of the night clubs around here and take shots. I wonder if the partyin here is crazier with this magic." | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,266 | 1,208 | 21 | 1,580 | 314 | I went quiet for a second. Something about this... felt familiar. This guy... frantically looking for something. I shook it off, I'd never met him once in my life. Stop acting silly, Joe.
I didn't know the answer to the question, but, there was something that I could say for certain. "I don't know, but I wouldn't trust them. Something about all of this... it feels off. I mean, I hope that all of this is going to go for the best, but... there's no real good reason to go around teaching people magic. They can say that it's to benefit humanity as a whole... however, it would cut into their profit margins. They would gradually begin losing private contracts with cities to keep them safe since private citizens would be able to deal with pests on such a scale that it would no longer be necessary to hire outside help, and other private companies would be able to get a hold of those with magic to begin taking away business. Offering just as effective service as they do at a far lower price with fewer mercenaries. If we were to try to leave with what we know now, knowing that it's not a bunch of empty promises made by them... I don't think it would end well for us." | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,267 | 1,208 | 22 | 1,560 | 696 | Pfft. Exactly what do you think they are going to do to us that is so horrible? Why do they have us on this island, do you think? Mikkish laughed at Joe's paranoia.
"Alright, I was going to check out the city a little more thouroughly, but to show you its not so big and scary, why don't you come too?" | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,268 | 1,208 | 23 | 1,580 | 314 | I paused for a second and glanced to the side. "I honestly do not know. I... just have a bad feeling about these people." I looked back at him with a blank look at the "big and scary" comment. "I'm not afraid of the city. I can explore it on my own..." Chances are... I probably wouldn't. I mean, I might find a few places that would be of interest, but that'd be about it... I tended to stick to a bit of a routine. Study, train, read for leisure, and maybe go out and explore the wilderness occasionally... | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,269 | 1,208 | 24 | 1,560 | 696 | Eh, okay. Whatever works for you. Mikkish said with a shrug "I'm gonna take a look around."
And with that Mikkish left the room and walked down into the dorms main lobby. He stretched his back a moment, and wondered how a big city like this could have been kept so low key.
He enjoyed the air conditioning for a moment, but then opened the double doors to walk out into the humidity of the island as night fell. | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,270 | 1,208 | 25 | 1,580 | 314 | A while after Mikkish left, I felt a bit cramped in the room. I hopped off the bed after retrieving a mystery novel from my luggage. I took my bow and quiver, out of habit. I went downstairs to the sitting area. I sat down on the couch, putting my bow and quiver on the ground, leaning it against the couch. I opened the book and began reading, allowing the world around me to just fade away... | Name: Joseph Hikari Nobunaga
Age: 20
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBA
Skills: Archery, highly analytical, first aid.
Other: Always seems to have a calming aura around him. |
44,271 | 1,208 | 26 | 730 | 240 | Tamera sat silently in the futuristic-looking helicopter, the engine humming lightly and the blades chopping through the air as they flew. She hadn't spoken a word since she'd left her house that morning. Even as she looked around at the others, she didn't dare say a word. It wasn't like anyone was speaking, though. She could tell that some of them were nervous, some confused, and some maybe even excited. Tamera, however, was still numb; she didn't feel anything. After all, she was only in it for the money. From the looks of the Ad, she knew that she would be paid to attend the school. Hell, she didn't even believe that magic was real, but she knew that money was, and that was all that mattered. Tamera worked day and night as an English teacher, helping adults and, sometimes, their children learn the new language; the majority of the students she taught were immigrants from Spain and Mexico.
She was paid a fair amount of money for the work she did, but it just wasn't enough. She'd attended college, of course, but was now drowning in debt. Also, living in a musty old apartment, struggling to pay the bills, and having to send money to her mother every month all while killing pests every day was definitely starting to take its toll on her. She needed more money. Finally, snapping out of her trance, Tamera grew aware of someone speaking; it was a woman. Whatever she was saying was barely audible, but Tamera strained to listen.
"Magic is real. Magic is real. Gonna be a wizard. Magic is real. Wingardium Leviosa, Hocus Pocus. Magic is real."
Folding her arms across her chest, Tamera let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. The girl was clearly crazy. Wingardium Leviosa? Girl, this ain't Harry Potter. Get it together. Of course, she didn't say this aloud. Even when the girl said some crazy shit about a "weird sex island battle royal." She tuned everything out once again, until a man in an expensive looking suit entered the picture. Another couple of agents began passing around papers, which asked for signatures. Reading over it, Tamera saw that it included being paid while in the program, what benefits they had access to, the risk of injury and death, and notification of what can get someone kicked out of the program which included murder, too much damage to Maniacles property, and GPA falling too low. Tamera was a smart girl, so she knew that she wouldn't have any issues with her GPA. She wasn't a murderer, either. The only thing that really caught her eye was the risk of injury and death.
Death? Tamera thought for a few moments before shrugging her shoulders and signing the paper. Pretty soon, the helicopter was landing, and it was time for them to explore the city. "Welcome to Malficus City," the man in the suit, now known as Matt, said, "found on Malficus Island. Somewhere West of Northern California. The academy is at the other end of the city. Hope you're all in the mood for some sight seeing."
Tamera's eyes widened as she looked around, her jaw dropping momentarily. They'd landed on the roof of a large, tall building; she could see everything from up there. Having grown up in New York, Tamera was used to living in the city, but not a city like this one. As they continued their journey, she saw things that she'd never thought possible. There were people everywhere, some wearing witch or wizard hats, some lighting their cigarettes with flames on the tip of their fingers. They even passed two men who were throwing punches at each other, moving faster than light. It was impossible for a normal human being to move at these speeds. Tamera only paused and watched them for a minute before moving on. As Matt led them on campus, Tamera rubbed her hands together, her palms sweaty. She was a bit nervous, but of course, didn't let it show. Pretty soon, they were entering a building, and making their way towards a lady at a desk.
A schedule was passed to her, and Tamera frowned as she looked it over. Everything on the schedule was tolerable, everything except for having to be there by eight o'clock in the morning. She just silently stared at the paper, listening to some of the others complain. Hey, this is what you signed up for, she thought. She folded the paper into a neat square as Matt led them to the dorms, telling them that they'd be separated by gender.
"Alright, so this is where I will leave you guys. If you have any questions you can go back to the front desk. Most of what you need to know is on that sheet I gave you. I need to get back to my office." With that, Matt walked off, leaving them to do their own thing. Tamera, not at all tired, headed to the room anyways, room 123, putting her things away and plopping down on one of the beds and laying on her back. "What now?" she spoke to an empty room. | Name: Tamera R. Carson
Aliases: Tam, Tammy
Age: Twenty.
Personality: Tamera is more of a "keep to yourself, don't speak unless spoken to" kind of girl. Though far from timid, she prefers to sit back and observe others rather than be observed. Tam tends to be a bit rude and "too honest," not intentionally, yet she never apologizes for whatever words come out of her mouth. She is a very bright and intelligent young woman. She likes to think that she is fearless, but often doubts herself and is afraid to make costly mistakes.
Skills:
Highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant
Multilingualism - English, Spanish, and French. She teaches English to adults for a living.
Flexibility
Other: She has a glock 40 on her at all times, though she is better at hand-to-hand combat than shooting. |
44,272 | 1,208 | 27 | 2,196 | 361 | Anya was quick to run out the door. She wanted to see the city as well, she was not the least bit interested in the helicopter. It was easy for Anya to catch up to Mikkish and then her run came to a quiet stop as her pace slowed and she began to follow him. she stayed quiet as she had no love for speaking. she had space out on much of the group before now. still, the though of real magic excited her. A place where she stood on even terms with others. Where she would not excel beyond the average in seconds of seeing whatever she would. She hoped it would be a place she would be normal, without the scrutinizing and envious glares being shot at her from every direction. At least she could dream. | Name: Anya Aksnes
Aliases: Finesse
Age:
17
Personality: N/A
Skills:
-Mixed martial arts
-Advances analytical prowess
- acrobatics
Other: Mossberg 500 |
44,273 | 1,208 | 28 | 1,560 | 696 | Mikkish' interests weren't only the clubs and bars, but also the general sights and the people. Were there US companies here like Starbucks or McDonalds? He hadn't seen any on the brief tour Matt lead them on.
A couple times, instinctually, he "jumped" at certain noises or what he thought were shadows moving out of the corner of his eye, only to realize no Pests were there. That would be something he had to get used to: the absence of any Pests.
In fact, he wouldn't have noticed Anya if it weren't for him remaining on alert for any Pests. As sudden sounds of shouting came from a bit ahead of him in the city, he turned around to make sure no spiders, tentacle masses, or other abominations were stalking him, to find a girl with short blonde hair staring at him, and walking behind him.
"Hey, you're new too, aren't you?" He smiled "I never got your name." | Name: Joseph Mikkish Callahan
Age: 19
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality:Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to get trashed, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Skills: MMA, Charisma, and is a good cook (not professionally).
Other: Owns a 10mm glock 20. |
44,274 | 1,208 | 29 | 2,196 | 361 | Anya opened her mouth in reply only to choke on her breath. He had only asked a simple question but to her, It was so strange to talk aloud with another person. She normally did not get this far. What should she say? What should she do? Anya realized she was overreacting, and not enough time had passed for a reply to be awkward. Yhe needed to reply soon. "Yes" she said, her eyes had locked with his and she held them there while it was unbearable. Her eyes wanted to dart in every direction but his. It was like the wind had been knocked out of her. She hoped this conversation did not last any longer but in the midst of her internal panic, she held her composure. She refused to let him see her nervous. She would not acknowledge weakness. | Name: Anya Aksnes
Aliases: Finesse
Age:
17
Personality: N/A
Skills:
-Mixed martial arts
-Advances analytical prowess
- acrobatics
Other: Mossberg 500 |
44,275 | 1,209 | 0 | 276 | 729 | After each player chose yes, they would be sucked into the computer, only to appear in a black room. In the room, there was an oval table and 20 chairs. Three completely black doors adorned each wall, only barely visible. The 7 of them would be able to see green letters begin going down the wall from the dark ceiling to the center door past the head of the table. As the letters filled the door, it would become more and more visible until a man who appeared to be dressed as Neo with a hood covering his face entered. Behind him, the letters flew back up, allowing the door to camouflage once again. "Welcome, all, to the Multiverse. And it's good to see you again, Luna." the man spoke in a slightly digitalized voice.
From the back of the room, Luna rolled her eyes, stepping forward."Why'd you call this time, Code?" She asked with a frown. "And are you still working with Birth and Anomaly?" She plopped in one of the seats with a frown, knowing that the three of them had allied against Discord, Sheogorath and the Mad Hatter before. "Or did y'all break the alliance as soon as those three wack-jobs were dealt with?"
"My, my, child." another, deeper voice came from behind Luna. "Those men were merely misusing their potential. If we didn't lock them up, they would have turned the entire multiverse, including your home, into one giant playground for themselves."
"Anomaly." Luna frowned, not bothering to glance at the man cloaked in red and purple. Unlike Code, though, a red and a purple glow could be seen for his right and left eyes respectfully. "Sit and have some tea," he said, waving his arm to allow the seven spots closest to the new heroes to each gain a cup of their favorite tea. | Yes, my character is WIP, I'll finish her later. Go ahead and post yours.
Username: Belwicket
Character Name: Luna Hoshi
Race: Human
Appearance: Luna stands at 5 and a half feet tall with mid-back length black hair, tan skin, bright blue eyes. She wears a dark green shirt, a pair of faded jeans, a mid-thigh length denim skirt, a pair of black skate shoes, and black, fingerless gloves.
Personality: Luna is very much a tomboy. She's always been outside, active, running around. Being born a mute, Luna's main form of communication was sign language. However, upon entering the Multiverse, she was given a voice. Because of this, she often seems a bit shy at first when meeting new people unless they know sign language. She doesn't like males and will often not trust them at first until they prove they can be trusted. However, that doesn't mean girls get off scot-free either. When she's met with someone she perceives as being in the wrong, she will often state it then and there and ask for a good reason, though does have a tendency of punching anyone that's doing bad things for the sake of doing them or for other bad reasons.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Powers: Luna is a Psionicist, allowing her to communicate telepathically, move objects up to the size of her torso telekinetically, and always have a good sense of where her allies and enemies are during a fight.
Abilities: Growing up, Luna had always loved to run around and climb things. As she grew older, she began changing this to skateboarding and parkour.
Magic: Luna's only true magics are the fact she can summon a pair of golden wings from her back, allowing for flight, and summon a 4-foot long spiritual blade. |
44,276 | 1,209 | 1 | 1,836 | 2,639 | It was odd, what happened. But then again, many odd things happened back in the circus. All Leo knew was that he got sucked into the computer and ended up in this dark room. Then the green letters descended and filled a door and it finally became visible. A man stepped out of the door and then the letters dispersed, making the door invisible again. Ah, so this place was called the Multiverse, quite a name. The Pierrot didn't seem to mind the digitalized voice of the man. This place seemed to already be in a computer so it shouldn't be a surprise. Either that or he was a robot, that would be all the more cooler!
They seemed to know about the girl who suddenly spoke up. So her name was Luna. It was a nice name indeed! And the man's name was Code. Now that was a unique name right there. And then another person came in and his name was Anomaly. When Anomaly gestured that they should sit, Leo did as he was told. He quickly sat down on one of the seats, not exactly knowing what was going on but just going with the flow. In front of him was a cup of black tea, the type of tea the British drink. Leo was not one for teas and the likes but he always did find himself wanting more of the tea whenever he drank it.
His eyes went to the two men. He raised his hand like how a grade schooler would do to get the attention of his teacher. "Why are we here?" It was a direct to the point question. As someone who didn't much care on what happened next, Leo at least wanted to know why he was in the Multiverse. He also took a peek at the others and they did not seem the least bit human. Oh well! It's nice to have some variety every now and then. | Username: Gareth
Character Name: Derek
Race: Grim Reaper. Basically mortals or humans thought about death and often feared it. I, the Grim Reaper, you could say, I was born from their fear of death. "I'll never thank them though."
A skeleton with red eyes inside of a black cloak with the hood up. The cloak is a special one and it does not move even when there is a strong wind blowing against it. He also holds a very, very long scythe that is very sharp.
Personality: He looks out for himself all of the time. He's never understood friendship and why 'these mortals dont just fight for their own gain'. He is clever and will often resort to Trickery, and sneak attacks-anything he can do to get what he wants with no risk to himself.
Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Powers: He hovers above the ground, can see in the dark, his aura or presence causes small plants to wither and die in seconds while it makes big plants like grown trees get sick with a terrible disease. He can collect souls of anything who has died whether they have been killed or not. In order for him to collect the souls he needs to convince them to leave the realm in which they 'lived'. If he collects enough souls-he believes that he will become much stronger.
Abilities: Great Dexterity he can handle his huge scythe one handed and spin it around in a blur that is very difficult to see.
Magic: Flight of The Specter: When he is in the mood he can hover around three times as fast as normal, making it easy for him to attack or to get away.
Magician of Darkness: He controls darkness and can easily manipulate it. And so he is way stronger at night than any other time.
Lord of the Dead: He can summon, skeletons of the dead from nearby and use them as his own army and even if a skeleton is destroyed he can put the skeleton back together as if nothing happened to it. |
44,277 | 1,209 | 2 | 2,051 | 204 | Oh da..lube it up, Diana.
Things were just about to get hot and heavy in the gloomy room of a Russian teenage boy. His old Dell computer screen, the dinosaur of what it was now made a small illumination around the room, forming shadows under cheekbones and highlighting his delightful features. It has almost been a ritual at this point, beating a quick one after a game of Counter-Strike, but for some reason he wasn't feeling it tonight. Whether it be the thick odor of Kasha his mother made the night before, or the fact that he went 0-20 last game didn't set quite right. The boy didn't quite like to not finish what he had started, so he was about to go back at it when all the sudden a wall of green text appeared on his screen, covering the entirety of it, seemingly locking up his PC. He sniffed at it, confused. The boy leaned ahead in shock and gave his monitor a good clout before letting a line of static slowly drift from the top to the bottom of the screen. Nothing. Assuming it was nothing more than a chain mail or the average hacker trying to break into his computer again, he attempted to turn his PC off, but no avail. This it when a chill ran down the spine of the boy to which he skimmed past the paragraph at least several times before comprehending the entire thing. No matter how many times he read it, nothing correlated. Something about "The Crucible" bring captured and he being the hero to retrieve it! Another goddamn ad for an MMO.. but.. why must I feel so compelled to PLAY?
That's when it happened. All time and space around him collapsed. No more would he go by his regular name, but he would be known as "Pslam Silverman", the man with literally no face. Psalm was not sure what happened, and very little recollection of what happened, but never in his life did he expect to end up in a dark room with his genitalia exposed. When Psalm's vision came back into alignment, he viewed his surroundings, quickly to absorb his environment. The room contained an oval table that sat in the middle with exactly 20 chairs around. It looked like one big spooky United Nations meeting. Not long before traversing another realm, Psalm noticed his hand laying upon his privates, and he fiddled with his zipper in a slight panic to conceal them once again.
"Welcome, all, to the Multiverse. And it's good to see you again, Luna." spoke a masculine voice from above in a digitized tone. Who the hell was Luna, and more importantly, what business did Psalm have in the multiverse? A variety of information swarmed the mind of Silverman hastily in an extraordinarily strange manner. He was aware of himself and his character, as well as a basic understanding of the multiverse. Once stepping through the doorway of dissipating green letters, Silverman eyed the two figures standing idle within the establishment. However this was odd because he had no eyes. Or mouth. Or nose. In fact, the entirety of his facial features besides the fold of his eyebrows were missing.
There was a suave looking man in formal suiting. He looked like a mad hatter straight out of a Japanese cartoon. This pleased Silverman as he admired the dress he was in. To his right was a small woman in casual attire, as opposed to the gentlemen before him. There wasn't much for first impressions here, besides the fact she looked like she belonged on a farm.
"Sit and have some tea," spoke another man from the corner of the room. He seemed to come out of nowhere. In the regular world, this would have startled Psalm, but instead he just burst out with a booming soviet-esque laugh.
DA'HAHAHAHAHA! "O.K. THIS IS NO VODKA, BUT WILL DO, DA?" it was if Silverman was shouting, but this was in fact his regular speaking voice. He shook the room slightly, or so it seemed as vibrations were felt through the table, causing the tea to ripple in their cups slightly. When he spoke, his jaw moved in the way a regular humans would when they spoke. Despite having no mouth, he could still throw his voice in the deepest, loudest, and most Slavic tone possible. He took his seat promptly at the side of the table and awaited some form of instruction, sipping at his tea and enjoying himself with a feel of ease. | Username: Sabotage
Character Name: Psalm Silverman.
Race: Human?
Appearance:
Personality: Psalm is a very odd figure. He doesn't get along well with others, and sometimes finds there is trouble communicating. This is not to say Psalm was rude, but may be due to the fact that he yells almost everything. He is the type of guy to charge into a problem head on and always ready to fight for the greater good. His stubborn manner often gets him into trouble as "backing down" never aligned with his morals. His hopes are always high, and his lighthearted mood combined with his broken grammar and strong slavic accent make him a lovable being (to most). Generally Psalm is loud and fairly laid back without much concern the impact his actions cause.
Alignment: Chaotic good.
Powers: Superhuman Condition: Incredible strength to which aircraft can be lifted, and extremely tough materials (such as titanium and a vast amount of other metals) can be destroyed. Along with this, the individual harnesses an extraordinary speed (capable of breaking Mach 1), which provides sufficient agility to move in and out of harms way given a fraction of seconds time. Not only this, but the user obtains a vast amount of endurance in unnatural levels, far superior to any other human athlete.
Abilities: Leadership, parkour, martial arts/physical combat, grit and calm thought process.
Magic: Acoustomancy: sound manipulation.
Sonic shouts. The ability to manipulate the loudness, tone, and pitch of sounds. By shouting, the user can create a destructive blast with a massive radius carrying enough force to disintegrate cannon fodder and knock back, cripple, and possibly tear apart stronger enemies.
Megaton punches. By concentrating a high content of sound waves in the ends of their fists, the user may release this force when a punch is thrown to increase the catastrophic properties to superhuman levels.
Sound absorption. Upon a noise being created, no matter how small, the user may absorb the sound from its source, muting said source for a limited time and allowing the power absorbed by the sound to be utilized by whomever absorbed the sound.
Sonic/Vibration Healing. The user can heal themselves and/or others by emitting high frequency sound waves throughout a subjects body to induce revitalization via molecules speed increasing to repair damaged tissue. |
44,278 | 1,209 | 3 | 1,763 | 2,266 | There were many feelings that a certain dude-turned-RPG-character was feeling at the moment, as well as many thoughts rushing through his mind as he took a look at the situation. The main emotion that dominated about 3/4 of his thoughts at the moment, however, was complete and utter confusion. All he did was click "Yes" when his screen suddenly showed a random plot setup. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to click on a pop up, but when the pop up takes up the entire screen, and you returned to your computer without remembering what you had up on it when you left, some decisions are just ignored.
The dude wasn't exactly feeling all that well, as his new body was...not even close to what he was familiar with. He was floating, he was huge, and his body felt nonexistent. He couldn't feel his legs, because he didn't have any legs. His hands? A bunch of tendril-like appendages bound by rings that he didn't so much wear, as they floated around his wrists without touching him. Among other things, these parts of his body were almost completely foreign to him.
When people started talking, he looked up and found several other...interesting people in the room. Some of them seemed to know what they were doing or even what was going on. Considering he didn't even have his phone to retreat to in order to calm himself, the dude decided to ask just what was going on.
"Okay-"
The boy stopped as he heard his voice, or rather HER voice. There were many things that were wrong in the world, but a dude having a completely mature feminine voice that he imagined up for a character that he made for a fantasy RPG should not be one of them...Then it hit him. The ghostly appearance, the feel of his new body, the voice he had...It meant...It meant...
"I'M WALTZ?! I'M A GIRL!?" | Username: OtomostheCrazy
Character Name: Waltz
Race: Hollowed Spirit (the kind you fight in RPGs, where they can be killed by physical weapons and whatnot)
Appearance: Though she is normallyabout five or six times the size of an large human, she can appear to be a little taller than the average human. When moving about, her body emits a ghastly aura that pulses in the air, making it seem more like disturbed water.
Personality: The character? They act, well, in a neutral way. They'll do this and that, if there's a benefit for themselves, but if there's a big decision to be made, then they'll try to find the middle ground, or else try to find a way out of it. If anyone found their way into Waltz's lair, then she'd either have them killed, or send them away. No spirit likes their resting place disturbed, after all.
As for myself, personally, I'm the type of guy that would be choke on a big decision where no middle ground can be found. If I was sucked into the internet and became any of my characters, things would be worse, as I'd be panicked at that fact alone. In a fight, I'd hesitate to go on the offensive, and stay on the defensive. Also, if I become friends with with anyone, I pick up the habit of being accidentally rude.
Alignment: True Neutral
Powers: Levitation, intangibility
Abilities: Agility, Acrobatics
Magic:
Ice Spears: Ice conjuration and manipulation.
Twister: Wind manipulation.
Healing Hands: Magic to heal the wounds and injuries of others.
Soul of a Spell-Weaver: The ability to combine multiple spells into a new, more powerful one.
Soul Thief: When an enemy is weak enough, and their will is pathetic, then Waltz could gain the ability to devour their soul, so that she may use them for another time as a part of her undead forces.
Soul of the Illusionist: Using the ghastly aura emitted from his body, Waltz can create temporary illusions. |
44,279 | 1,209 | 4 | 1,164 | 65 | Making his way to the door with liquor in hand, he gravitates upstairs to the living room where he'd last left his dusted old laptop. Setting the beers on the counter, he takes one a makes a seat for himself over at his desk. Moments after booting up, he notices his screen flicker a few times with strange text typing across the screen. He narrows in on it and automatically figures its something out of the ordinary. After finishing skimming through the text, he takes a sip of the beer and clicks 'Yes' just to see what would happen and to no avail he finds his mind warped with electrical signals pulsating throughout his body. The beer can falls- spilling across the floor with his laptops flickering screen being the only thing in sight.
Reappearing in a black room with an oval table of twenty chairs, he tries catching his breath and getting a better sense of his surroundings. What had just happened was something he wasn't quite prepared for and he steadily begins to panic before being greeted by a digitalized voice mentioning someone by the name of Luna. A few people step forth revealing themselves and taking seats across the oval table. Before taking a seat, he soon notices something strangely familiar about himself! The gauntlets, the wardrobe, his bulky size...he'd just realized he become his long-time character Eturund from an MMORPG he'd been long attached to. This was not that game, but something else. He takes a seat and a rush of excitement begins to flow through him. He takes a quick glance at the others around the table...and began having thoughts. | Username: Matthew1220
Character Name: Eturund
Race: Dark Elf
Appearance:
Personality: As an aspiring overlord, Eturund has an extremely hostile personality when it comes to dealing with other people, beings, etc. He focuses mainly on his varied crafts of fighting & magic to help him further his conquest. Along with becoming an all powerful overlord, he also aspires to have legions of slaves & armed forces at his command. Since this is still far from his grasp, Eturund is using most of his current efforts in obtaining the legendary Crucible for himself; (unless someone can convince him of handing it over for a worthy price). It's key to note that Eturund will not hesitate to kill you if you stand in his way of power- and there appears to be a lot in the way...
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Powers:
Advanced Regenerative Factor
Limited Invulnerability
Superhuman Strength
Heightened Durability
Heightened Endurance
Abilities:
Melee Prowess
Magic:
Soulcrusher- a devastating punch that drains opponents health and regenerates Eturunds
Death Disc- a demonic spirit disc that Eturund emits from his fists to hack / slash as needed
Gypsy Blood- a demonic chant that allows Eturund to become invulnerable for a limited amount of time (generally a few minutes) |
44,280 | 1,209 | 5 | 276 | 729 | Well, if you are all ready, the door to the first world should be opening soon. Code said as he looked to the wall on his right.
"When Birth is ready." Anomaly added.
"Whatever." Luna frowned, downing the cup of tea. "Whoo, that's got quite a kick." she said, shaking her head.
The left door on the wall began glowing a soft green as green smoke began softly drifting from around the edges. The door opened slowly, showing only a wall of green smoke.
"Through that door is the first world and the first battle for the first clue." Anomaly said, opening the door he had entered through. "Good luck."
Luna stood with a frown and, without listening to Code, strode through.
"You need to find the person who's out of place." Code said, watching the woman disappear. "We can find the worlds they are in but it is up to you to find the actual person in each world." He spun as his door began to appear again. "Birth will tell you who it is on the other side."
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Birth stood in the center of a forest, the green smoke door just under 12 feet from him. Once everyone stood in front of him, he would bow respectfully. "Welcome." he would smile with a muffled voice and a Japanese accent. "This world is known as Toril. From the locals, I have gathered we are in one of the many forests in Cyrodiil. The person you are hunting is going by the name Ali Ababwa."
"Aladdin." Luna frowned with a sigh. "Is he alone or does he have Abu, Genie and Carpet with him?"
"Alone, as far as I know." Birth replied. "Any other questions?" | Yes, my character is WIP, I'll finish her later. Go ahead and post yours.
Username: Belwicket
Character Name: Luna Hoshi
Race: Human
Appearance: Luna stands at 5 and a half feet tall with mid-back length black hair, tan skin, bright blue eyes. She wears a dark green shirt, a pair of faded jeans, a mid-thigh length denim skirt, a pair of black skate shoes, and black, fingerless gloves.
Personality: Luna is very much a tomboy. She's always been outside, active, running around. Being born a mute, Luna's main form of communication was sign language. However, upon entering the Multiverse, she was given a voice. Because of this, she often seems a bit shy at first when meeting new people unless they know sign language. She doesn't like males and will often not trust them at first until they prove they can be trusted. However, that doesn't mean girls get off scot-free either. When she's met with someone she perceives as being in the wrong, she will often state it then and there and ask for a good reason, though does have a tendency of punching anyone that's doing bad things for the sake of doing them or for other bad reasons.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Powers: Luna is a Psionicist, allowing her to communicate telepathically, move objects up to the size of her torso telekinetically, and always have a good sense of where her allies and enemies are during a fight.
Abilities: Growing up, Luna had always loved to run around and climb things. As she grew older, she began changing this to skateboarding and parkour.
Magic: Luna's only true magics are the fact she can summon a pair of golden wings from her back, allowing for flight, and summon a 4-foot long spiritual blade. |
44,281 | 1,209 | 6 | 1,836 | 2,639 | Leo listened intently. He still wasn't quite sure what the hell just happened but he still was willing to go with the flow. His question wasn't answered though but it might involve something about the whole Multiverse something? He then stood up and then drank the whole tea and practically slammed it on the table but careful enough so it wouldn't break. Once the door appeared, he followed the girl that the three apparently know into the new world.
When he was done with introductions and Luna mentioned Aladdin, Abu, Genie and the Carpet, it was obvious what they were going to... "Stupid question, are we gonna capture him or kill him?" He wasn't quite sure how this worked yet. Either way was good enough for both his mental sides so he just really needed an answer. He might make a mistake after all and that won't end well for them he supposed. | Username: Gareth
Character Name: Derek
Race: Grim Reaper. Basically mortals or humans thought about death and often feared it. I, the Grim Reaper, you could say, I was born from their fear of death. "I'll never thank them though."
A skeleton with red eyes inside of a black cloak with the hood up. The cloak is a special one and it does not move even when there is a strong wind blowing against it. He also holds a very, very long scythe that is very sharp.
Personality: He looks out for himself all of the time. He's never understood friendship and why 'these mortals dont just fight for their own gain'. He is clever and will often resort to Trickery, and sneak attacks-anything he can do to get what he wants with no risk to himself.
Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Powers: He hovers above the ground, can see in the dark, his aura or presence causes small plants to wither and die in seconds while it makes big plants like grown trees get sick with a terrible disease. He can collect souls of anything who has died whether they have been killed or not. In order for him to collect the souls he needs to convince them to leave the realm in which they 'lived'. If he collects enough souls-he believes that he will become much stronger.
Abilities: Great Dexterity he can handle his huge scythe one handed and spin it around in a blur that is very difficult to see.
Magic: Flight of The Specter: When he is in the mood he can hover around three times as fast as normal, making it easy for him to attack or to get away.
Magician of Darkness: He controls darkness and can easily manipulate it. And so he is way stronger at night than any other time.
Lord of the Dead: He can summon, skeletons of the dead from nearby and use them as his own army and even if a skeleton is destroyed he can put the skeleton back together as if nothing happened to it. |
44,282 | 1,209 | 7 | 2,051 | 204 | Psalm sat comfortably and started to watch those who were left come in. Around the table were all of the assumed "heroes" of this so called Multiverse. Only one of them looked even remotely human, and the disturbing nature of all the beings around him combined with the hot tea made Psalm feel warm in an oddly likable way. There was the girl and the (beautiful) anime man along with quasi-fox humanoid, a stout dark elf, and a very ghastly looking spirit. He reached for the tie wrapped around the collar on his yellow dress shirt and tugged it out to cool himself off slightly. Most people might wonder how a man with no face induces something such as tea, and to be fair, the concept was even a foreign one to Silverman as well. It's as if the liquid seeped down through an invisible mouth, and worked its way through the rest of his body. It disappeared. It was clear by now that this dark room was just the beginning of one big MMORPG, and he was a party member with all those around him.
Silverman was only halfway into his drink when an announcement was made. "Well, if you are all ready, the door to the first world should be opening soon." the digitized voice by the name of Code behaved hastily, but that didn't tend to bother him much. With not much word after that, a door to the party's left emitting a calm green smoke from around the edges and lifted itself from the ground slowly. Code was opening the door for them.
"You need to find the person who's out of place." he continued, "We can find the worlds they are in but it is up to you to find the actual person in each world." Wait.. does this lead us to the crucible? Is this a common goal? So many questions.. It was as is Psalm sprung up out of his seat without question nor on his own accord and marched to the door, eager to start his quest. How hard could finding someone be? His eagle-eye vision was trained with years of Counter Strike TDM, and he wasn't just about to give up on these skills now. With a puffed up chest and high hopes, Psalm traversed through the green door and out the other side into the center of a forest. Tall trees surrounded him of lush dark basil color on all sides. In front of him stood a figure named Birth. He was immediately given a goal and brought up to speed on what the current objective was.
"This world is known as Toril. From the locals, I have gathered we are in one of the many forests in Cyrodiil." Isn't that from a video ga- "The person you are hunting is going by the name Ali Ababwa." Despite being given the clear instruction, Psalm was still a little confused on what they had to do. It wouldn't hurt to dart from his current position and leave, but it also probably wouldn't be the smartest thing to do either. Who said Psalm was smart? Nevertheless, he would follow for now.
"THIS IS GOOD AND ALL, BUT WHERE GO?" his voice echoed through the forest in its typical booming manner. | Username: Sabotage
Character Name: Psalm Silverman.
Race: Human?
Appearance:
Personality: Psalm is a very odd figure. He doesn't get along well with others, and sometimes finds there is trouble communicating. This is not to say Psalm was rude, but may be due to the fact that he yells almost everything. He is the type of guy to charge into a problem head on and always ready to fight for the greater good. His stubborn manner often gets him into trouble as "backing down" never aligned with his morals. His hopes are always high, and his lighthearted mood combined with his broken grammar and strong slavic accent make him a lovable being (to most). Generally Psalm is loud and fairly laid back without much concern the impact his actions cause.
Alignment: Chaotic good.
Powers: Superhuman Condition: Incredible strength to which aircraft can be lifted, and extremely tough materials (such as titanium and a vast amount of other metals) can be destroyed. Along with this, the individual harnesses an extraordinary speed (capable of breaking Mach 1), which provides sufficient agility to move in and out of harms way given a fraction of seconds time. Not only this, but the user obtains a vast amount of endurance in unnatural levels, far superior to any other human athlete.
Abilities: Leadership, parkour, martial arts/physical combat, grit and calm thought process.
Magic: Acoustomancy: sound manipulation.
Sonic shouts. The ability to manipulate the loudness, tone, and pitch of sounds. By shouting, the user can create a destructive blast with a massive radius carrying enough force to disintegrate cannon fodder and knock back, cripple, and possibly tear apart stronger enemies.
Megaton punches. By concentrating a high content of sound waves in the ends of their fists, the user may release this force when a punch is thrown to increase the catastrophic properties to superhuman levels.
Sound absorption. Upon a noise being created, no matter how small, the user may absorb the sound from its source, muting said source for a limited time and allowing the power absorbed by the sound to be utilized by whomever absorbed the sound.
Sonic/Vibration Healing. The user can heal themselves and/or others by emitting high frequency sound waves throughout a subjects body to induce revitalization via molecules speed increasing to repair damaged tissue. |
44,283 | 1,209 | 8 | 1,763 | 2,266 | The boy, or the spirit of a boy that's now in control of one of his characters' bodies rather, was still greatly confused. When he clicked that link, he expected to have some fun with some random game, or else find a way to fix his computer again. Instead, he found himself greatly stressed over all this new information that apparently came with controlling a foreign body that wasn't even the right gender. It showed, too. Waltz's form was making very small, violent movements on their own, which normally meant something was causing her grief.
He -or maybe SHE now- was barely able to process everything. It didn't help that there were several others around that he only expected to see in the realm of fantasy and fiction. She didn't even know that there was a literal realm of fantasy and fiction. In any case, Waltz followed the others as the guy who she can assume brought them all there spoke about their "mission" or something.
She kept up well enough, though she had some trouble getting the hang of levitation and having no legs. Waltz managed to get a good look at the others. Some of them looked familiar, but she figured that it was because some RPers use pictures of other characters. Otomos himself used a picture of a video game monster for Waltz's look. There was a guy that looked like a version of Final Fantasy's Gilgamesh. She wasn't quite sure if it was the very same. Probably not. Next came the guy that looked like another depiction of the grim reaper. Not exactly the best sight to see when you're in the body of a ghost character and have no idea how to use it correctly.
Moving on, Waltz turned her attention to the other four, who seemed much more human than the others. The first one was an anthropomorphic fox. A tall one. Like, the type you'd expect to see drawn by good artists. Next up was a faceless man that looked very much like the Question from Justice League. He probably wasn't, so Waltz didn't need to worry about him going through random garbage cans...unless they were actually that type of person. She didn't know. None of them even said hi to each other yet. Still, Waltz turned her attention to the last two. both of them were human, which was nice to see, as there a feeling of normality that Waltz got by looking at them. Said normality was somewhat dampened by the fact that they seemed to be treating this whole thing like it was normal.
When they stopped in the new area, the guy that brought them there started speaking again. Apparently they were to find Aladdin. Disney's Aladdin. Waltz knew this from the parody name version of "Alibaba" being used to describe their target. Then he asked if they had any questions. Now, one would expect that Waltz would voice her many questions now. They would be right, if not for the fact that her/his brain was now so overloaded with confusion that she just gave up on trying to ask anything at all. It was easier for stuff like that to work themselves out on the way, than to question everything and get absolutely nowhere. | Username: OtomostheCrazy
Character Name: Waltz
Race: Hollowed Spirit (the kind you fight in RPGs, where they can be killed by physical weapons and whatnot)
Appearance: Though she is normallyabout five or six times the size of an large human, she can appear to be a little taller than the average human. When moving about, her body emits a ghastly aura that pulses in the air, making it seem more like disturbed water.
Personality: The character? They act, well, in a neutral way. They'll do this and that, if there's a benefit for themselves, but if there's a big decision to be made, then they'll try to find the middle ground, or else try to find a way out of it. If anyone found their way into Waltz's lair, then she'd either have them killed, or send them away. No spirit likes their resting place disturbed, after all.
As for myself, personally, I'm the type of guy that would be choke on a big decision where no middle ground can be found. If I was sucked into the internet and became any of my characters, things would be worse, as I'd be panicked at that fact alone. In a fight, I'd hesitate to go on the offensive, and stay on the defensive. Also, if I become friends with with anyone, I pick up the habit of being accidentally rude.
Alignment: True Neutral
Powers: Levitation, intangibility
Abilities: Agility, Acrobatics
Magic:
Ice Spears: Ice conjuration and manipulation.
Twister: Wind manipulation.
Healing Hands: Magic to heal the wounds and injuries of others.
Soul of a Spell-Weaver: The ability to combine multiple spells into a new, more powerful one.
Soul Thief: When an enemy is weak enough, and their will is pathetic, then Waltz could gain the ability to devour their soul, so that she may use them for another time as a part of her undead forces.
Soul of the Illusionist: Using the ghastly aura emitted from his body, Waltz can create temporary illusions. |
44,284 | 1,209 | 9 | 1,164 | 65 | Eturund gets up to follow the others through the new gateway-door of green smoke. He had been thinking of the correlation between himself and the person he'd now embodied, causing a bit of inner conflict within himself for the time being. He followed to see someone in a forest bow before him and the others as a way of welcoming them in. He makes a quick scan of the new forest environment and notices nothing out of the ordinary, then refocuses back on who the others had been gathering around. Apparently they were to apprehend Aladdin "Alibabwa" which strikes Eturund wih a bit of curiosity...though, the vastness of this "Multiverse" (from what he could only fathom as to being some expansive gaming universe) seemed to be even more appealing.
He takes a few bold steps forward towards their leader Birth and questions, "Who's to say that there aren't others trailing this Aladdin character as we are... and what's in it for me?" Awaiting his response he stands firmly with his arms crossed. He was ready for whatever type of journey that was in store for them but still wasn't entirely sure if he could quite trust his newfound 'comrades'. There was an air of uncertainty between him and them. | Username: Matthew1220
Character Name: Eturund
Race: Dark Elf
Appearance:
Personality: As an aspiring overlord, Eturund has an extremely hostile personality when it comes to dealing with other people, beings, etc. He focuses mainly on his varied crafts of fighting & magic to help him further his conquest. Along with becoming an all powerful overlord, he also aspires to have legions of slaves & armed forces at his command. Since this is still far from his grasp, Eturund is using most of his current efforts in obtaining the legendary Crucible for himself; (unless someone can convince him of handing it over for a worthy price). It's key to note that Eturund will not hesitate to kill you if you stand in his way of power- and there appears to be a lot in the way...
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Powers:
Advanced Regenerative Factor
Limited Invulnerability
Superhuman Strength
Heightened Durability
Heightened Endurance
Abilities:
Melee Prowess
Magic:
Soulcrusher- a devastating punch that drains opponents health and regenerates Eturunds
Death Disc- a demonic spirit disc that Eturund emits from his fists to hack / slash as needed
Gypsy Blood- a demonic chant that allows Eturund to become invulnerable for a limited amount of time (generally a few minutes) |
44,285 | 1,209 | 10 | 276 | 729 | You talk as if he's a suspect to be brought in for questioning. Birth said, looking at Leo. "We're not villains, we're escorts. We tell you where to go, you find the person and take them to their world for safety."
Luna was the first to reply to Eturund. "If my time in the Multiverse has taught me anything, it's that there's always someone else wanting what you want and the only thing you get out of this is to be able to go home after everything's said and done."
Birth tilted his head with a small smile. "Actually, Code is planning on getting into each of your bank accounts to give you all a lot of your currency for this."
"So, we're actually getting paid this time?" Luna asked, wide-eyed.
"Yes." Birth replied simply. | Yes, my character is WIP, I'll finish her later. Go ahead and post yours.
Username: Belwicket
Character Name: Luna Hoshi
Race: Human
Appearance: Luna stands at 5 and a half feet tall with mid-back length black hair, tan skin, bright blue eyes. She wears a dark green shirt, a pair of faded jeans, a mid-thigh length denim skirt, a pair of black skate shoes, and black, fingerless gloves.
Personality: Luna is very much a tomboy. She's always been outside, active, running around. Being born a mute, Luna's main form of communication was sign language. However, upon entering the Multiverse, she was given a voice. Because of this, she often seems a bit shy at first when meeting new people unless they know sign language. She doesn't like males and will often not trust them at first until they prove they can be trusted. However, that doesn't mean girls get off scot-free either. When she's met with someone she perceives as being in the wrong, she will often state it then and there and ask for a good reason, though does have a tendency of punching anyone that's doing bad things for the sake of doing them or for other bad reasons.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Powers: Luna is a Psionicist, allowing her to communicate telepathically, move objects up to the size of her torso telekinetically, and always have a good sense of where her allies and enemies are during a fight.
Abilities: Growing up, Luna had always loved to run around and climb things. As she grew older, she began changing this to skateboarding and parkour.
Magic: Luna's only true magics are the fact she can summon a pair of golden wings from her back, allowing for flight, and summon a 4-foot long spiritual blade. |
44,286 | 1,209 | 11 | 1,836 | 2,639 | Oh. Sorry 'bout that. The other side of him was grumbling in his mind about not being able to kill anyone. Leo told that part of him mentally that there were probably some obstacles in the way and that they could maybe kill or at least injure them. The psychopathic side, which he affectionately calls Ardo, quieted down, content with what he just said. Leo then continued to listen. When he heard that they were getting paid, he simply nodded. That's pretty cool, they're gonna get paid for some escorts and probably for killing some people.
He then finally analyzed the others instead of just peeking at them. They look like the kind of things that you would find as enemies in some gaming universes. While there were some who were human, there seemed to be something interesting about them. You know, besides the one that didn't have a face who looked like that guy from the Justice League although he didn't know much about him considering he never watched the series.
'Oh shut up Leo. Let's go and kill someone already!' And Ardo's back. Leo sighed and he didn't notice that he actually did it. Boy who knows what would happen once he found out that he was actually a telepath. Ardo actually knows it but he never bothered to tell his other part. As the more cunning and the one who spends most of his time idle, he was able to figure out and completely comprehend the situation. He'd appear when Leo needs him to appear which would be sooner than he thinks.
He snapped out of it and then looked at the one without the face. He questioned something that Birth did not seem to answer. Ah well. He then looked at Luna. She really seemed experienced in this so he might as well stick with her until he gets a good grip on the situation. Maybe even then he should follow her. Getting back home sounds like a good thing after all. He left some unfinished business. He has a pile of jobs for stealing and moving stuff and he really should get back.
He walked towards Waltz, seeing as he has his what to do and why he should do it. "Hey, you who levitate, I thought I should introduce myself to one of the people here since we're going to be a 'team' I guess. I heard you yell, 'I'm Waltz? I'm a girl?' earlier on so I assume your name is Waltz and you are not a girl originally." He said quite bluntly but it was just who he was. Ardo actually manipulated the words he just said so he wouldn't look like a complete idiot. "I'm Leonardo Vasquez. Call me Leo if it's a mouth full." | Username: Gareth
Character Name: Derek
Race: Grim Reaper. Basically mortals or humans thought about death and often feared it. I, the Grim Reaper, you could say, I was born from their fear of death. "I'll never thank them though."
A skeleton with red eyes inside of a black cloak with the hood up. The cloak is a special one and it does not move even when there is a strong wind blowing against it. He also holds a very, very long scythe that is very sharp.
Personality: He looks out for himself all of the time. He's never understood friendship and why 'these mortals dont just fight for their own gain'. He is clever and will often resort to Trickery, and sneak attacks-anything he can do to get what he wants with no risk to himself.
Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Powers: He hovers above the ground, can see in the dark, his aura or presence causes small plants to wither and die in seconds while it makes big plants like grown trees get sick with a terrible disease. He can collect souls of anything who has died whether they have been killed or not. In order for him to collect the souls he needs to convince them to leave the realm in which they 'lived'. If he collects enough souls-he believes that he will become much stronger.
Abilities: Great Dexterity he can handle his huge scythe one handed and spin it around in a blur that is very difficult to see.
Magic: Flight of The Specter: When he is in the mood he can hover around three times as fast as normal, making it easy for him to attack or to get away.
Magician of Darkness: He controls darkness and can easily manipulate it. And so he is way stronger at night than any other time.
Lord of the Dead: He can summon, skeletons of the dead from nearby and use them as his own army and even if a skeleton is destroyed he can put the skeleton back together as if nothing happened to it. |
44,287 | 1,209 | 12 | 1,763 | 2,266 | "Uh..."
Waltz winced at her the sound of her own voice. She wasn't used it being her actual voice, but she'd have to deal with it for now, as she thought that this was probably going to be her natural voice for a while. Still, it'd probably take some time before she stopped pausing every time she spoke.
"That's...not the most complicated I've heard..."
Waltz made a gesture that looked to be rubbing the back of her own head.
"Well...You can call me by this character's name, I guess...Waltz, that is...You already knew that..."
Waltz sighed at the sound of the awkwardness just raining down to answer the call of her voice's tone. That was another thing she'd have to get used to. The name was actually meant for the actual character. Her real name was going to be difficult to respond to. She'd have to pay close attention, just in case.
"Anyway, yeah. I'm not a girl. I'm actually glad this character's more like a monster in appearance so I don't actually have to deal with...yeah, I can't say that in front of people yet."
Waltz sighed and shook her head. She looked towards Luna, who was talking to Birth.
"Hey, Leo...You have any idea what's going on? Why we're here? How we turned into these characters? What those guys are talking about?" | Username: OtomostheCrazy
Character Name: Waltz
Race: Hollowed Spirit (the kind you fight in RPGs, where they can be killed by physical weapons and whatnot)
Appearance: Though she is normallyabout five or six times the size of an large human, she can appear to be a little taller than the average human. When moving about, her body emits a ghastly aura that pulses in the air, making it seem more like disturbed water.
Personality: The character? They act, well, in a neutral way. They'll do this and that, if there's a benefit for themselves, but if there's a big decision to be made, then they'll try to find the middle ground, or else try to find a way out of it. If anyone found their way into Waltz's lair, then she'd either have them killed, or send them away. No spirit likes their resting place disturbed, after all.
As for myself, personally, I'm the type of guy that would be choke on a big decision where no middle ground can be found. If I was sucked into the internet and became any of my characters, things would be worse, as I'd be panicked at that fact alone. In a fight, I'd hesitate to go on the offensive, and stay on the defensive. Also, if I become friends with with anyone, I pick up the habit of being accidentally rude.
Alignment: True Neutral
Powers: Levitation, intangibility
Abilities: Agility, Acrobatics
Magic:
Ice Spears: Ice conjuration and manipulation.
Twister: Wind manipulation.
Healing Hands: Magic to heal the wounds and injuries of others.
Soul of a Spell-Weaver: The ability to combine multiple spells into a new, more powerful one.
Soul Thief: When an enemy is weak enough, and their will is pathetic, then Waltz could gain the ability to devour their soul, so that she may use them for another time as a part of her undead forces.
Soul of the Illusionist: Using the ghastly aura emitted from his body, Waltz can create temporary illusions. |
44,288 | 1,209 | 13 | 1,836 | 2,639 | Leo smiled as it seemed that this... person, monster-type enemy thingy... yeah, let's just stick with Waltz shall we? She seemed very awkward, considering that he is now a she, that was probably what he should expect. It took some time for him to reply but Leo just patiently stood there. "Deal with the parts that the females have? Yeah, I guess you are pretty lucky. You won't have to bathe in a human female's body and see... those." By all means, Leo was a pure man who turned practically asexual after a while of discovering himself. But the prospect of seeing those on your body doesn't seem to put a good thought on his head. He was pretty sure Waltz thought of that as well.
He turned his head towards Luna and Birth before looking back at Waltz and shaking his head.
"I'm afraid I'm as lost as you." Leo admitted. "What I picked up is that we need to take back Aladdin back to his home world and we get paid. That's basically what I understand." He has been known to just take it all in stride with a smile. He then gestured to the others.
"They seem like they know what we're going to do. I'm not sure though, can't tell." He said before looking at the others as if scrutinizing if they were as confused as Waltz or knows something but then he sighed and shrugged, giving the signal that he doesn't know if the others do understand the situation. Actually, the mission was easy enough to understand. The other questions, however, were hard to answer. | Username: Gareth
Character Name: Derek
Race: Grim Reaper. Basically mortals or humans thought about death and often feared it. I, the Grim Reaper, you could say, I was born from their fear of death. "I'll never thank them though."
A skeleton with red eyes inside of a black cloak with the hood up. The cloak is a special one and it does not move even when there is a strong wind blowing against it. He also holds a very, very long scythe that is very sharp.
Personality: He looks out for himself all of the time. He's never understood friendship and why 'these mortals dont just fight for their own gain'. He is clever and will often resort to Trickery, and sneak attacks-anything he can do to get what he wants with no risk to himself.
Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Powers: He hovers above the ground, can see in the dark, his aura or presence causes small plants to wither and die in seconds while it makes big plants like grown trees get sick with a terrible disease. He can collect souls of anything who has died whether they have been killed or not. In order for him to collect the souls he needs to convince them to leave the realm in which they 'lived'. If he collects enough souls-he believes that he will become much stronger.
Abilities: Great Dexterity he can handle his huge scythe one handed and spin it around in a blur that is very difficult to see.
Magic: Flight of The Specter: When he is in the mood he can hover around three times as fast as normal, making it easy for him to attack or to get away.
Magician of Darkness: He controls darkness and can easily manipulate it. And so he is way stronger at night than any other time.
Lord of the Dead: He can summon, skeletons of the dead from nearby and use them as his own army and even if a skeleton is destroyed he can put the skeleton back together as if nothing happened to it. |
44,289 | 1,210 | 0 | 2,065 | 3,584 | AOSORA HIGH SCHOOL
Welcome to your new high school! The dorms are practically right next to the building so they will be very easy to locate. I hope that we see some old faces and, of course, new ones. We will try our best to make sure you have the best high school experience you could imagine!!
CLUBS:
Art
Judo
Photography
Track
Going home
Anime
Book
Cooking
Student Council
School Newspaper
Kendo Club
Sports
Cultural
(add more later)
We look forward to meeting you all!! | Name: Miyahara Sakurai
Nickname: Sakura. She was called this by her father and has fallen in love with it since it reminds her of his last words that he was able to speak, "help."
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Favorite person: Grandmother
Personality:
Sakura always seems to have a smile on for others but she actually hates most people. She is the type of person that likes to focus on the bad things in people first before getting to know them. Whenever someone gets too close to her, if she does not like them, she will harshly tell them to go away from her most likely with a smile on her face. Most humans disgust her and she used to be afraid of them but after time the feeling of fear from these people have slowly began to lessen. Even though she is like this, most of the hate goes to herself.
Her attitude can be seen as sweet and gentle when you greet her but after a while you will notice that she can be quite cold. She laughs a lot and is a straight A-student. Also, she has about 5 part time jobs since money is something that she loves a lot but does not believe in taking it from others and using it as your own. Abnormal people always piqued her interest since they are different and you learn something new about them almost everyday. In addition, she is a bit of a sadist.
Loyalty is something that she has but does not use much since she does not have anyone to be loyal to. She will become extremely friendly with people that she trusts, respects, and love. She has often been betrayed so she wants to be loyal to those that she loves and has a habit of protecting others especially animals. Whenever people are seen hurting an animal she will get infuriated and tell them to stop and if they do not, she will not hesitate to go to greater lengths.
People that are kind to everyone scare her a lot. Trauma.
If you surprisingly become a close friend of hers, you will begin to notice that she may be more weak, timid, and scared than she seems to be. The best way that someone would become friends with her in the first place would be with sweets. She is actually a very cute person.
After school, on some days, she has a habit of just sitting in the corner of her classroom with a blank face.
Bio:
When she was younger, she was a crybaby and was often called names and bullied daily. One day she snapped at them and started to punch a classmate as hard as possible and broke their jaw as well as putting them into a coma. She smiled throughout the whole entire thing.
In her first year of middle school, she was quite popular. After a few weeks, however, her algebra teacher began to sexually harass and she often had to calmly brush her off since she had decided not to hurt anyone anymore after the student went into a coma for about 1 month. She gave up on that when the teacher attempted to rape her after school and beat him until he passed out.
In the middle of her second year of middle school, her parents began to fight viciously and after a while her father began to hit Sakura as a way to relieve stress. Her mom always stood there and watched her, crying. She was actually training herself before this to get stronger. One day, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and when her father attempted to hit her, she stabbed his hand and tied him up to the bed pole and tortured him for about a week. She later called the cops and told them that her mom had done all of it. Her being only 12, they believed her and her father could not argue since she had made him unable to speak.
Ever since then, she made sure to get stronger so that she could kill anyone that wanted to get in her way. Her emotions were set to almost always smiling and laughing. If she decides that you are loyal and can be trusted, she will become like a servant and a pet to you as well as a bodyguard. She also lives alone in an apartment near her school. Acts like a prince at times but can be just as adorable.
"You are nothing if not a useless waste of space."
Theme song:
Jap ver-
Other:
She has done archery and judo for a long time and will most likely continue one or the other in high school but has a secret passion of the violin as well. A hobby of hers is to take photos of scenery but only takes photos when she is alone.
Her favorite subject would be math and least favorite would be science.
She has a surprising sweet tooth but will not feel enthusiastic about eating chocolate and loves small and cute things. Music is also something that she loves. Classical, rock, and jazz are her favorites, pop is at the top of her hate list.
Whenever she is nervous or scared, she beings to scratch her wrists up to the point that they begin to bleed. She will stop only if someone snaps her out of her daze. Her wrists are covered in marks that could be alarming to others.
Secretly, she carries around the same razor sharp knife that she killed her father with inside of her bag.
She will most likely not become friends with you if you were the one to get close to her first. If she finds someone that she takes interest in, she will speak to them.
A bit of OCD.
She will not stand by and tolerate bullying.
(Truth is, she actually wants someone to trust)
(Sorry it was so long. I keep adding stuff!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ)
All in all, she is pretty much broken inside |
44,290 | 1,210 | 1 | 1,306 | 383 | Manami sighed as the Opening Ceremony came to a close, and it was time for them to go to their new classes. As she got up she readjusted her skirt, and made sure her hair was still as good as she had it before the ceremony. The products she uses for her hair are quite expensive, so if they were to wear off only an hour after putting them on she'd have to have a sincere talk with the owner. Last, but not least was a nail check to see if the paint was still on them, and sure enough it was. After the checklist was complete it was time to go to her dull classroom where she'd surely have a nice time finding out who to poke at most. Then from there she'd have to go to the first Student Council meeting since much had to be planned out for the rest of the year.
Oh, look who we have here. Manami noticed the charm of the school, Simon, and still wondered what his deal was with treating every single girl like royalty. Half of them didn't have an inch of charm in themselves, so he was practically wasting his time on them. Across the GYM from her was Miyahara who she wondered if the rumor about her having multiple jobs was true. If it was then that girl was surely someone the complete opposite of herself. Well, I could have ended up like that. The thought alone made Manami snort. Should've, would've, could've, but didn't. In the same area was Elle, and let's just say Manami had a decent heart to not mess with Elle though she'd try if she felt like it later. I bet she hasn't even noticed I've heard her sing once. Not a bad voice, but not a voice that can reach stardom; sadly. Kyoichi, who was closer to her would be quite easy to command, or so she's heard from another student. Manami has never tried putting that into action, but give it time and she may actually do it. Let's see, who are some other needles in a haystack. That thought would have been a compliment if it weren't Manami thinking it.
Ah, Rini! how could I forget Rini?! She's quite the emotionless girl. Manami has seen her a couple of times, and has heard from a few students that Rini won't budge no matter how many times you push her around. It's enticing to know there's someone who will simply not break. It's intruiging to Manami to see how much it will take for that girl to falter, but in due time she'll have her fun. Looking around a bit more she noticed Gin who sticks out more than the others with his green highlight. Despite his looks he can be quite the smile machine, but just from looking at him one can wonder what he's been through...
Manami snapped out of her softhearted thinking, and pulled on her curl a bit as she looked for another person that had spiked her interest. It was a redhead she had been told about, but never really looked into since she'd have the opportunity to do so soon enough. Ah, Jiro! she finally saw him closer to the back of the GYM. that guy was as interesting as Simon though he didn't pass his charm around like a maniac. Some would say he's one of those bad boys especially in this school, but she had no idea about it other than what was told to her. She'd have to see for herself what kind of person he was before she'd approach since all she had to go on was what others said. Technically that's half of what she always goes on, but something told her to be a bit more careful with that fellow. Last, but not least among this school of plain freaks were the twins who were just too intriguing to pass up especially with someone like Erion who seems to protect his sister, Estelle. If she wanted to know Erion then she'd have to target his twin sister, and that wouldn't be to hard of a task since she looks like she needs a friend or two.
"Out of all the boring people here it seems like this school at least has some interesting faces." Manami murmured to herself as she chuckled. | Dropped |
44,291 | 1,210 | 2 | 1,149 | 1,303 | When he ceremony ended he gave a sigh of relief. "Jesus, If he had to sit and listen to that dame teacher for one more second about what she expects of us the year, I swear..." letting his thoughts trail off. Even though it's only been a week he's been here, he notice a few familiar faces, thanks to his job. He leaned his back against the wall in the left corner of the gym, with one foot also on the wall and his arms crossed. He just stood there people watching and see anyone worth talking to before heading off some where to read his book.
He got cold chill down his spine, and turned to see a girl that looked like she should be in a movie. He found it unnerving the way she started like she was trying to pull away his layers and figure out who he was. It looked like she wanted to talk to him but thought twice and analyzed someone else. Upon further thought he assumed she must be "Daddy's Princess" and spoiled to the bone. Although he was found of the expression "assume make a ass out of you and me" it didn't help they way she stood like a spoiled brat. Then there was Simon who was creating a ruckus treating all the girls like they were princesses, which he found some reactions of the girls amusing. Out of all the people he met so far Simon was the only one he could put a face to a name, not that he was surprised about it. There was one other he thought he remember, but couldn't put a name to him. "...Jim...Kim...Tim...Gin? Naw, ug whatever..."
He looked at his watch and then took a small cylinder container out. He poured two pills onto his hand and popped them in his mouth quickly so no-one would notice. Of course that's never the case with him as 2 girls passed and began frantically murmuring to each other. He hated that it seemed to have a bubble around him that almost no-one would enter but small enough that everyone can still see what he is doing. "And now another rumor has emerged. Did you know Jiro's a stoner, like I bet he does hardcore stuff like meth if he has the guts to take pills in school, and in public too!" He murmured to himself jokingly. He went back to people watching, looking for anything or anyone interesting. | "No! I don't want to fight you!"
Name
Elise Dupont
Nickname
Elle
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Homosexual
Age
16
Personality
Elle is someone who doesn't like to fight. First impressions are everything to her, so to most people she comes off as kind. She's quite forgiving, almost a little too forgiving at most times. She puts a lot of trust into other people, and is very loyal to her friends. She just wants to see the world be a better place, and I don't think that's very unreasonable.
History
Elle was born in France, and has pure French blood. As such, French is her native language. Her father is the CEO of a big business called "Je ne sais pas." Her mother is the stay-at-home type, so she learned most of her manners and things from her mother. One of these was that you could always spare someone. You didn't have to fight at all. This lesson has stuck with her through her entire life. Recently, her father moved to Japan for a business deal. She lives in an apartment with her mother being around much more.
Nothing especially traumatizing has happened to her.
Other Notes
Elle's never dated someone in her life.
She loves music. She also sings a bit. |
44,292 | 1,210 | 3 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Miyahara:
Miyahara stares at the ground for a while before realizing that the ceremony was already over. Someone had actually stuck some gum out her hair while she was dozing off. She took out her scissors and quickly cut off the piece and began to walk around the GYM. The students didn't look that annoying, but Simon was definitely someone that she wanted to stay away from. Why does he bother throwing himself at every girl he sees? He was most certainly mistrustful. Her eyes then set on Manami, who seemed like a bitch, but was not actually worth the trouble of actually taking the time to steer clear from.
Erion and Estell seemed very delicate and if she decided to actually interact with them, she knew she would have to be careful not to press any buttons. However, Jiro was the one she was most captivated by. He resembled her father. The red hair which was a shade of beautiful garnet red and the neck. Yes, his neck. Her father's neck was always something that would stand out to her, it looked as if it was a piece of art. She knew that she would try her best not to get involved with him.
Rini was just adorable. If she was going to be speaking with anyone, she would definitely want it to be with Rini. But, with her own personality not being in the mood to actually make friends, she sat in the corner and took out her book and began to read "And Then There Were None" by Agatha Christie and hoped to blend into the walls of the GYM. | Name: Miyahara Sakurai
Nickname: Sakura. She was called this by her father and has fallen in love with it since it reminds her of his last words that he was able to speak, "help."
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Favorite person: Grandmother
Personality:
Sakura always seems to have a smile on for others but she actually hates most people. She is the type of person that likes to focus on the bad things in people first before getting to know them. Whenever someone gets too close to her, if she does not like them, she will harshly tell them to go away from her most likely with a smile on her face. Most humans disgust her and she used to be afraid of them but after time the feeling of fear from these people have slowly began to lessen. Even though she is like this, most of the hate goes to herself.
Her attitude can be seen as sweet and gentle when you greet her but after a while you will notice that she can be quite cold. She laughs a lot and is a straight A-student. Also, she has about 5 part time jobs since money is something that she loves a lot but does not believe in taking it from others and using it as your own. Abnormal people always piqued her interest since they are different and you learn something new about them almost everyday. In addition, she is a bit of a sadist.
Loyalty is something that she has but does not use much since she does not have anyone to be loyal to. She will become extremely friendly with people that she trusts, respects, and love. She has often been betrayed so she wants to be loyal to those that she loves and has a habit of protecting others especially animals. Whenever people are seen hurting an animal she will get infuriated and tell them to stop and if they do not, she will not hesitate to go to greater lengths.
People that are kind to everyone scare her a lot. Trauma.
If you surprisingly become a close friend of hers, you will begin to notice that she may be more weak, timid, and scared than she seems to be. The best way that someone would become friends with her in the first place would be with sweets. She is actually a very cute person.
After school, on some days, she has a habit of just sitting in the corner of her classroom with a blank face.
Bio:
When she was younger, she was a crybaby and was often called names and bullied daily. One day she snapped at them and started to punch a classmate as hard as possible and broke their jaw as well as putting them into a coma. She smiled throughout the whole entire thing.
In her first year of middle school, she was quite popular. After a few weeks, however, her algebra teacher began to sexually harass and she often had to calmly brush her off since she had decided not to hurt anyone anymore after the student went into a coma for about 1 month. She gave up on that when the teacher attempted to rape her after school and beat him until he passed out.
In the middle of her second year of middle school, her parents began to fight viciously and after a while her father began to hit Sakura as a way to relieve stress. Her mom always stood there and watched her, crying. She was actually training herself before this to get stronger. One day, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and when her father attempted to hit her, she stabbed his hand and tied him up to the bed pole and tortured him for about a week. She later called the cops and told them that her mom had done all of it. Her being only 12, they believed her and her father could not argue since she had made him unable to speak.
Ever since then, she made sure to get stronger so that she could kill anyone that wanted to get in her way. Her emotions were set to almost always smiling and laughing. If she decides that you are loyal and can be trusted, she will become like a servant and a pet to you as well as a bodyguard. She also lives alone in an apartment near her school. Acts like a prince at times but can be just as adorable.
"You are nothing if not a useless waste of space."
Theme song:
Jap ver-
Other:
She has done archery and judo for a long time and will most likely continue one or the other in high school but has a secret passion of the violin as well. A hobby of hers is to take photos of scenery but only takes photos when she is alone.
Her favorite subject would be math and least favorite would be science.
She has a surprising sweet tooth but will not feel enthusiastic about eating chocolate and loves small and cute things. Music is also something that she loves. Classical, rock, and jazz are her favorites, pop is at the top of her hate list.
Whenever she is nervous or scared, she beings to scratch her wrists up to the point that they begin to bleed. She will stop only if someone snaps her out of her daze. Her wrists are covered in marks that could be alarming to others.
Secretly, she carries around the same razor sharp knife that she killed her father with inside of her bag.
She will most likely not become friends with you if you were the one to get close to her first. If she finds someone that she takes interest in, she will speak to them.
A bit of OCD.
She will not stand by and tolerate bullying.
(Truth is, she actually wants someone to trust)
(Sorry it was so long. I keep adding stuff!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ)
All in all, she is pretty much broken inside |
44,293 | 1,210 | 4 | 757 | 266 | Carver burst through the doors of the Gymnasium, looking like he just got out of bed and ran here. Of course that’s exactly what happened. The first day of school and your already late. Liam go to sleep and stop playing games otherwise you wont wake up early enough tomorrow. You should’ve listened to yourself but did you? Nooooo cause night time Liam doesn’t care right? Liam thought as he straightened himself out and made an attempt to play off his abrupt entrance. Unfortunately that failed as he tripped on his leg and stumbled forward eventually catching himself on a nearby chair.
Carver could feel the eyes of the mocking burn into the back of his head. As he yet again straightened himself out. As he looked around the room he noticed the boy with red hair standing in the left corner of the gym and decided he would at least try to make friends. Phew you got this Liam, you can make friends. You got this. Eh where did he? Liam said as he noticed that the red head dude had gone somewhere else. Liam let out a sigh as he scanned the room and looked for anyone, or anything interesting. Other than twins, a girl reading a book and a few others. He did however catch glimpse of a rather well dressed girl with brown hair that had pink highlights. He decided that today he would make an attempt to talk to this girl. And hey if she doesn't like me, there are plenty more arrows in the quiver, right? he thought as he walked towards her, ensuring that his hair somewhat covered the scar on his face.
Uh hey whats crack- I mean hows it going? I'm Liam, Liam Carver and its a....um.... pleasure to meet you. I was wondering if you just arrived at this school or not cause I am pretty much lost and may need some help. SO I was wondering if maybe you could, uh show me around if you aren't new or something. Okay that was rather okay for your first time interacting with another person your age who is the opposite gender. Liam thought as he awaited the girl's reply. | Name: Liam Carter
Age: 15
Year level: Year 9
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Club (if any): N/A
Disabilities (if any): Major Scarring over his body and a rather grotesque, still healing scar over the right side of his face spanning from the top of his temple down to the cheek. Has PTSD due to the events of what happened.
Job/occupation (if any): N/A
Appearance:
Height: 6'0
Weight: 64 kg
Personality: Shy, somewhat mysterious. Tries to avoid any conversation with other people. If you are lucky enough to be his friend he is very protective of you and will go to any lengths to ensure that you are happy.......a weakness that was exploited once, but one that Liam does not realize he has. Is never one to back down from a fight and will instantly start attacking someone if they are seen bullying someone else.
Backstory: Born to an Irish Father and a Japanese mother in Dublin, Liam always had a rather happy life. The oldest child in the family, He always had a natural urge to protect his family and those he cared for, specifically his little sister. That was especially the case when at the age of five the family moved to Japan. Although it took some time to adjust to the new life, eventually Liam fit right in. Liam was never one for having too many friends, considering the friends he did have to be family. Soon the once happy go lucky Liam would change. On his sisters birthday, the family went on a road trip to their grandmothers house.
By this time Liam had reached the age of 14 and was shaping up to be a bright individual.With a knack for languages and his studies. On the way to his grandmother’s house in the countryside, Liam’s father did not notice the man standing motionless in the middle of the road. Just as he did he jammed the brakes and lost control of the car and the car flipped, tumbling three or times before it landed upside down. As Liam looked around he immediately thought of his sister and pleaded for his mother and father to get out of the car and help his now motionless sister. His mother managed to get out just in time to see the truck slam into the car.
Liam awoke in what appeared to be a hospital. He tried to move but wasn’t able to. He tried screaming and pleading. But he couldn’t. He then noticed his father come into the room. Again he tried screaming and pleading, he wanted to ask what happened and where his sister was. But again, nothing came out of his mouth. He then realized that he was in a coma. Soon the months went on. Liam lost any semblance of time. He just watched as his friends visited him, watched as they soon got bored and irritated at him for not getting up. And after 4 months tell him that it would be better if he just died. But worst of all, he listened to his father as he explained that his mother and sister died.
Liam lost all hope after his father uttered those words. What felt like hours for Liam soon became years as each day droned on for what seemed like eternity. That was until a year later he came out of his coma. Till this day he is not sure why he did but in the end decided that fate wanted him to.
Notes:
Loves Video games and writing stories.
Is a major lover of medieval times and has the swords and skills to prove that. Liked to parkour before the accident, he may get into again at some point.
Loves all animals and hates to see when they are being bullied.
Knows how to speak Gaelic, Japanese, English.
Thinks that his sister's death was his fault as he was not strong enough to protect her and thus tries hard to "become stronger" so no one else under his care will die. |
44,294 | 1,210 | 5 | 2,641 | 474 | Rini had sat there and listened to all of the speeches and talking in the opening ceremony, that's all that she could do in the current situation after all. She wasn't allowed to leave, but she had no desire to walk out because so she'd have no reason at all. She could hear small murmurs in between the students, hearing what they had to say, which was mostly about 'The Android'. After the presentation she had gotten out of her seat, watching all of the others walk out for a moment, just standing in front of her seat. She then looked back forward as she pushed her scarf up to her mouth, her blue eyes wandering one more time before sitting near the door to the outside.
Rini could hear many more voices from the people walking out, she simply just ignored them and wanted to stay in her little bubble of protection, so that she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone, and vise versa. Rini let out a small yawn under her scarf, signalling that she should have gotten some sleep the night before.
Rini closed her eyes and almost instantly, she had started to sleep there with her knees to her chest, eyes closed, and the soft sound of breathing being heard from her. She knew that her cousin would wake her up eventually, but it wouldn't hurt to get a little bit of sleep before heading to the classrooms.
During the presentation Simon had waited patiently with a smile on his face, he could feel the amount of eyes on him, and he could tell that he was going to be one of the popular students of the school. After the presentation he looked over all of the students present in the room, certain people catching his interest romantically and just casually. Firstly out of everybody in the room, he could notice his cousin, Rini Morinaga, who he had known for many years. He had watched her grow up with little to no change in her emotions, which he felt bad for. He was hoping that he could hook Rini up with somebody to possibly make her feel love at the very least.
Simon then had looked to Kuroda, the one with fire red hair and yellow eyes which looked very interesting to him, it makes him picture a large fire emitting from the sun. It looked as if that the two of them could possibly be good friends, but that really depends on how busy Simon would be dealing with all of the fangirls that he had. He then looked across the room to see a girl reading a book in the corner, that was Miyahara. Simon was a little confused about Miyahara, she somewhat had a wall like Rini, but Simon could see the emotion in Miyahara's face clearly. She had a really pretty face after all.
Simon turned his face once again to look at a boy with short black hair with green highlights, and blue eyes. Simon got the obvious impression that Gin was an Emo, he had the hair over the eye, and he had the piercings as well. But Simon wouldn't mind to get to know him better, besides he hasn't really worked out what his personality is. He then looked over at the twins, Estelle and Erion. Those two were the closest that he had ever seen of twins, he had known two twins growing up being close but also doing separate things, but these two were nailed together. He kind of wished he had that protective relationship with Rini, but Rini would always refuse for Simon to do such a thing. He would try and flirt with the sister, but he would know that the older brother would beat him up, due to how scary looking he was.
And here is the person who believes that she runs the place. Simon had thought to himself as he looked towards Manami, he was a little annoyed about how rude she was, but he didn't hate her. He couldn't believe himself to hate such a beautiful woman after all, he would love to get to know why she acts this way, which makes Simon curious on what Manami's past was. Simon then saw the young and beautiful Elise, she had that little sister vibe to him, which makes him curious and want to talk to her.
But before Simon could walk up, he looked over to Jiro, who was around the same height as him, but he clearly had more muscles than him. He got a scary vibe from Jiro, telling Simon to run in the opposite direction immediately if he saw him. He had to say that his eyes were very nice though. And lastly he noticed Liam, who seemed like an extremely shy boy. Simon wanted to give him a hug so bad, looking that the healing scar on the right side of his face. Simon then walked outside, hearing footsteps behind him, it was probably most of the girls that have been following him around.
Simon was in the central courtyard as he turned back towards the girls, lifting his hand up to point at all of the girls in the crowd. "Ladies, you are all looking the very best today." Simon said before he gave them a wink, the girls starting to scream their heads off at him as he smiled at them all. "Now then, who would like a little kiss from me?" Simon said to them, winking once again as their screams were even louder than before.
I had to at least give these ladies some happiness in their lives. | “I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”
Name
Rini Morinaga
Nickname
Android
Age
16
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Demisexual - Demisexuality is a sexual orientation in which someone feels sexual attraction only to people with whom they have an emotional bond.
Personality
Rini has no emotions, so when she is talking with someone it's just a boring old tone that is added to her voice. Rini excels in every subject (except PE) making her seem to be the perfect straight A student of the year group. Rini is also a very shy girl, but she doesn't get flustered up and run off from somebody who approaches her. Rini just doesn't have the motivation to talk to people, she wouldn't be getting anything in return after all, so what's the point? If Rini somehow starts to care for someone, she will be very loyal to them and never betray them under any circumstance.
She has a curiosity of what the purpose of the world is, and why it was created in the first place. She wants to know the feeling of emotion, and why she wasn't born with such a gift that everyone seems to have. If somebody falls in love with Rini, it will be nearly impossible for her to feel the same way, unless you are the most important person to her. When Rini is bullied by classmates, she feels nothing from them, not one single emotion. She would just sit and listen to their 'statements', curious as to why they would call her Android. Being a victim of Antisocial Personality Disorder, this is why she acts as so.
Bio
Rini was born with Antisocial Personality Disorder, which makes her feel no emotion at all, which made growing up a little indifferent from other children. Her father passed away when she was really young, her older brother and sister were crying, as well as her mother. However, Rini felt no emotion from the loss of her father, and could only stand there at the grave as her family members were crying their eyes out. She didn't know what sadness felt like, neither did she know the feeling of loneliness as well. The house was very empty from the departure of her father, with the liveliness and joy disappearing from the family.
Growing up Rini was bullied a lot, she was always called Robot or Android from the other students of the school, the main ones being in the same class as her. These same group of bullies followed her around until the start of high school, Rini doesn't care about them one bit, often warning them to stay away from her. Rini had attacked one of the bullies when she was younger, and permanently blinded one of their eyes with a stick, but yet they still wanted to come along and be a pest to her.
It has been since then, Rin has moved to a new school to make a new start. Where she wouldn't be annoyed by a pested of lunatics.
Theme Song
Other
- Her favorite animal is a wolf
- Her favorite color is yellow
- Her favorite food are strawberries
- Her favorite season is Winter
- Her birthday is on February 22
"Kiss me and you will see how important I am."
Name
Simon Morinaga
Nickname
Mr Heartthrob
Age
17 (Repeated when he was in 1st Grade)
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual
Personality
Simon is the charmer of the school year, he always is seen around girls flirting to them, despite the fact that he also likes boys as well. He would always bow down to a beautiful lady in sight, making that lady feel like royalty around him, which could possibly score him a date with them. When Simon is caught by surprise, he can become incredibly cute and adorable to the one who jumped him. Despite how Simon acts to these girls, he doesn't treat them like toys or regard them as a lower species, he's actually grateful for being blessed by them in the first place. As his nickname implies, at the sight of him, it sends the students with beating hearts at an instance.
When Simon becomes sad, it will bring him down a lot, unless he's just moping that a girl didn't want to go on a date with him. He also rarely ever gets mad, since he doesn't want to bring out his stubborn young self once again.
Bio
Simon was born as a beautiful and stubborn child, he would always pick fights with his parents for not getting him the toys that he wanted. But the reason was because their family at the time had been poor, so they had less presents than any of the other children in the area. He continued this behavior until he heard the death of his Uncle, which sent him into a barrage of sadness. He finally woke up to the world after his older brother told him to admire the beauty of that is in the world, and to hold onto it for as long as you can. Simon would occasionally visit his cousins, which included Rini, but he was always with her older brother.
As Simon was getting older, he had gradually started to get closer to Rini as they both grew up, but Rini would always be quiet around him. Simon had started to act all flirty and romantic to girls when he was around junior high, which scored him many dates with the girls from lower and higher years. But when he reached high school, that's when he started to bring out even more of his flirty schemes. He decided to also keep watch on his cousin, to see how she would deal with high school.
Theme Song
Side Notes
- His favorite animal is a cat.
- His favorite color is Green.
- His favorite food is pocky.
- His favorite season is Autumn.
- His birthday is on April 14 |
44,295 | 1,210 | 6 | 1,231 | 722 | Kyoichi was present at the opening ceremony, of course. However, he paid scant attention to all the speeches and the whole "This year, we will aim to be the top school in..." hoopla. He just didn't care for those things. All he was thinking about was finding a decent sports club to join and to meet his new classmates.
When the ceremony was finished, the students were left to their own devices more or less to explore the school grounds and to find a club that they were interested in. Kyoichi, being a decent athlete, shuffled his way towards where all the sport clubs were located and started to sort out his options. "Hm...Baseball doesn't start for a while...I'm not one for football or soccer...but those could be fun...Basketball though...Hm..." During his walks around all the booths, he noticed a girl that was curled up and looking like she was sleeping. "Hm..." He glanced at the basketball club booth, seeing that it was not too busy, he decided to make his way to the girl and try to introduce himself...
Shuffling over, he was thinking for a decent ice breaker. The only thing he could think of was a simple 'Hello'. However, that was all too late as he was too lost in his thoughts and actually bumped into the girl. "Ah, I'm so sorry...Are you alright?"
The ice breaker he thought up completely went out the door... | Kyoichi Kuroda
Name
Kyoichi Kuroda
Nickname
Kyo
Age
16
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Personality
On the outside, Kyoichi can be seen as the class clown, often joking with anyone he comes by. However, he is actually more reserved than how he presents himself. While he jokes and can strike up a conversation with almost anyone, he doesn't open up easily. Growing up as the elder of two children, he used to have a bossy side that would throw a fir when he does not get his way. However, having spent the past few years with some older siblings from the other side of his family, he has learned to keep things inside and to just accept the situation.
He is prone to say "Yes" before he can say "No". This is true to his easy going personality. However, when one becomes close with him, he can truly open up and show himself. Not to say he is some sort of sadistic maniac on the low, it is simply him becoming more and more like himself the closer someone gets to him.
Bio
Born into the well-off merchant family in Taiwan, Kyoichi was groomed as a child to be the successor to his parent's business, a small mom-and-pops shop in the local market. For the most part, he has accepted this fact as the calling of his life. However, the rebel part of him wants nothing to do with this and wants to make a name for himself.
When he turned twelve, his parents sent him to live with a uncle and his family in the US. He spent the entirety of his junior high career in the states. However, when he turned sixteen, he made a conscious decision to move back to Asia, choosing Japan as his destination. If one was to ask him why, he would shrug it off and use his very broken Japanese, mixed with English, to tell them that it was just what he wanted to do, destiny perhaps.
Enrolling in the new school, Kyoichi is rather excited to see what the new school brings to his life...
Side Notes
Kyoichi played sports all throughout his schooling years, making him a decent athlete. His favorite sport, if he had to choose would be American football, but since that is not popular, he can settle for volleyball and soccer in Japan.
That is not to say he is poor with his academics. He is quite good at most subjects. His favorite would be chemistry and physics, but he is definite poor at math. |
44,296 | 1,210 | 7 | 2,226 | 2,861 | After the brief Ceremony that Gin manage to squeeze a good nap into ended he instantly woke up. As if the ending of the ceremony was his alarm clock. Noticing the number of students disappearing quickly Gin quickly jumped to his feet slaking.....I mean following other students to surprisingly the gymnasium. The world record holding place for accidents waiting to happen. Entering the gymnasium Gin instantly got chills down his spine. He looked around the usual groups of students reuniting and causing trouble while other groups break off to go do what ever they could get away with. After awhile of starring at the pretty girls that decorated the gym and avoiding eye contact with their possible boyfriends Gin came up with a flawless idea. He marched to the loneliest corner possible in the gum and curled up into a little ball sitting in the corner. "And I'm the weirdo..." He chuckled and whispered to himself seriously not supporting his statement. Gin reached into his pockets and put on his headphones. Soon he was listening to his playlist of metal and rock music on full blast. He starred blanky in a random direction as he hugged his knees closer to his chest. | Name:
Gin Tattori
Nickname:
None, you must have friends to have a nickname in the first place.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight, rumors are often passed that would question his sexuality but he's straight.
Personality:
Quiet, shy type of person. On first impressions he would come off as a cold hearted bastard but in all honesty he just isn't a people person or is to shy to reply. He doesn't put himself on a peddle stool and says he's better than others he'd rather be a commoner or someone that isn't special and is as normal as the next guy. But he isn't, his imagination gets the best of him every single moment boredom kicks in. That's his only chance to enjoy the true happiness of loneliness. If you were to some up his personality he'd be a lost puppy slowly giving up on the harsh world he roams in. Luckily this beautiful cookie isn't as lifeless as his first impression gives off. If your luckily enough you could befriend him and maybe even cause a smile to appear on his face.
Bio:
Gin being from Japanese descent didn't give him a great start in the school life. To make matters worst the school he went to was even more terrible. Stereotyping and racial slurs was just the icing of the cake. At first every simple abusive word hurted Gin's feelings. He'd often cry or just skip classes that he knew would not end well for him. After a good four years of bullying in middle school Gin decided to just not care anymore. After that bullying and all the pervious problems he had before weren't so troubling. He didn't care to the point to were people stopped bothering him. A point to were people walked passed him as of he wasn't real or even there to begin with. In reality Gin seen this as a pro instead of a con and plans on continuing the rest of his highschool year like this.
Theme Song (Optional):
Last Resort by Papa Roach
Side Notes: (Optional):
Gin is 5'7" and dyed his bangs green. Secretly green is his favorite color. A easy way to become friends with Gin is through music. He likes Rock, Pop and the Metal genre. |
44,297 | 1,210 | 8 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Miyahara:
She noticed that students were beginning to head to classes to see who was in their classes and check their schedules. Her class was A-3, all the way at the end of the upstairs hall. She put her book inside of her satchel and took out her earbuds. After she put on a decent song, she began to head to class before she noticed someone that was still just sitting in a corner, obviously not knowing that it was time to leave at all.
"Whatever, I can help out one person". She began to walk towards the boy with dark hair and green bangs. How do you start conversations with high schoolers again? I feel like my grandmother taught me this. She had been holed up in her room for pretty much the whole entire summer, playing video games, studying, sleeping, eating snacks, and studying a whole lot more. Talking wasn't one of her favorite things to do. Once she got to him and saw that he did not notice her one bit. She bent over so that he could hear her better and her hair fell in front of her face as talked. "Hey, umm... we have to go. Stand. Class time, OK?" I hope he heard me speaking. She puts an awkward smile on her face. | Name: Miyahara Sakurai
Nickname: Sakura. She was called this by her father and has fallen in love with it since it reminds her of his last words that he was able to speak, "help."
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Favorite person: Grandmother
Personality:
Sakura always seems to have a smile on for others but she actually hates most people. She is the type of person that likes to focus on the bad things in people first before getting to know them. Whenever someone gets too close to her, if she does not like them, she will harshly tell them to go away from her most likely with a smile on her face. Most humans disgust her and she used to be afraid of them but after time the feeling of fear from these people have slowly began to lessen. Even though she is like this, most of the hate goes to herself.
Her attitude can be seen as sweet and gentle when you greet her but after a while you will notice that she can be quite cold. She laughs a lot and is a straight A-student. Also, she has about 5 part time jobs since money is something that she loves a lot but does not believe in taking it from others and using it as your own. Abnormal people always piqued her interest since they are different and you learn something new about them almost everyday. In addition, she is a bit of a sadist.
Loyalty is something that she has but does not use much since she does not have anyone to be loyal to. She will become extremely friendly with people that she trusts, respects, and love. She has often been betrayed so she wants to be loyal to those that she loves and has a habit of protecting others especially animals. Whenever people are seen hurting an animal she will get infuriated and tell them to stop and if they do not, she will not hesitate to go to greater lengths.
People that are kind to everyone scare her a lot. Trauma.
If you surprisingly become a close friend of hers, you will begin to notice that she may be more weak, timid, and scared than she seems to be. The best way that someone would become friends with her in the first place would be with sweets. She is actually a very cute person.
After school, on some days, she has a habit of just sitting in the corner of her classroom with a blank face.
Bio:
When she was younger, she was a crybaby and was often called names and bullied daily. One day she snapped at them and started to punch a classmate as hard as possible and broke their jaw as well as putting them into a coma. She smiled throughout the whole entire thing.
In her first year of middle school, she was quite popular. After a few weeks, however, her algebra teacher began to sexually harass and she often had to calmly brush her off since she had decided not to hurt anyone anymore after the student went into a coma for about 1 month. She gave up on that when the teacher attempted to rape her after school and beat him until he passed out.
In the middle of her second year of middle school, her parents began to fight viciously and after a while her father began to hit Sakura as a way to relieve stress. Her mom always stood there and watched her, crying. She was actually training herself before this to get stronger. One day, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and when her father attempted to hit her, she stabbed his hand and tied him up to the bed pole and tortured him for about a week. She later called the cops and told them that her mom had done all of it. Her being only 12, they believed her and her father could not argue since she had made him unable to speak.
Ever since then, she made sure to get stronger so that she could kill anyone that wanted to get in her way. Her emotions were set to almost always smiling and laughing. If she decides that you are loyal and can be trusted, she will become like a servant and a pet to you as well as a bodyguard. She also lives alone in an apartment near her school. Acts like a prince at times but can be just as adorable.
"You are nothing if not a useless waste of space."
Theme song:
Jap ver-
Other:
She has done archery and judo for a long time and will most likely continue one or the other in high school but has a secret passion of the violin as well. A hobby of hers is to take photos of scenery but only takes photos when she is alone.
Her favorite subject would be math and least favorite would be science.
She has a surprising sweet tooth but will not feel enthusiastic about eating chocolate and loves small and cute things. Music is also something that she loves. Classical, rock, and jazz are her favorites, pop is at the top of her hate list.
Whenever she is nervous or scared, she beings to scratch her wrists up to the point that they begin to bleed. She will stop only if someone snaps her out of her daze. Her wrists are covered in marks that could be alarming to others.
Secretly, she carries around the same razor sharp knife that she killed her father with inside of her bag.
She will most likely not become friends with you if you were the one to get close to her first. If she finds someone that she takes interest in, she will speak to them.
A bit of OCD.
She will not stand by and tolerate bullying.
(Truth is, she actually wants someone to trust)
(Sorry it was so long. I keep adding stuff!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ)
All in all, she is pretty much broken inside |
44,298 | 1,210 | 9 | 2,226 | 2,861 | Gin rock a bit back and forth as one of his favorite songs finished playing. He opened his eyes and looked up his eyes coming across something he didn't believe he'd be this close to until college, a chick. His face quickly turned as red as a tomato and he struggled to quickly remove his headphones. The only thing he heard her say was something about class. "I'm..t-terribly....s-so-orry." Gin fumbled through his words as he looked at the girl and back at his items that he was dropping. "L-lead....t-t-the....wa-way." He said not looking at the girl his face still as red as ever. | Name:
Gin Tattori
Nickname:
None, you must have friends to have a nickname in the first place.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight, rumors are often passed that would question his sexuality but he's straight.
Personality:
Quiet, shy type of person. On first impressions he would come off as a cold hearted bastard but in all honesty he just isn't a people person or is to shy to reply. He doesn't put himself on a peddle stool and says he's better than others he'd rather be a commoner or someone that isn't special and is as normal as the next guy. But he isn't, his imagination gets the best of him every single moment boredom kicks in. That's his only chance to enjoy the true happiness of loneliness. If you were to some up his personality he'd be a lost puppy slowly giving up on the harsh world he roams in. Luckily this beautiful cookie isn't as lifeless as his first impression gives off. If your luckily enough you could befriend him and maybe even cause a smile to appear on his face.
Bio:
Gin being from Japanese descent didn't give him a great start in the school life. To make matters worst the school he went to was even more terrible. Stereotyping and racial slurs was just the icing of the cake. At first every simple abusive word hurted Gin's feelings. He'd often cry or just skip classes that he knew would not end well for him. After a good four years of bullying in middle school Gin decided to just not care anymore. After that bullying and all the pervious problems he had before weren't so troubling. He didn't care to the point to were people stopped bothering him. A point to were people walked passed him as of he wasn't real or even there to begin with. In reality Gin seen this as a pro instead of a con and plans on continuing the rest of his highschool year like this.
Theme Song (Optional):
Last Resort by Papa Roach
Side Notes: (Optional):
Gin is 5'7" and dyed his bangs green. Secretly green is his favorite color. A easy way to become friends with Gin is through music. He likes Rock, Pop and the Metal genre. |
44,299 | 1,210 | 10 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Miyahara:
She then genuinely smiled. He seemed nice, probably just nervous since I came up to him all of a sudden came up to him. She began to pick up some of his things that he had dropped. "Sorry, My name is Miyahara Sakurai. You can just call me Sakura. Umm... Yeah, I'll lead the way. I am in class A-3." She clutched one of her hands in the other and began to walk out of the GYM. Outside, the central courtyard was filled with people. Too many people. She began to scratch her arm but stopped when she finally reached the building. After she changed her shoes and started to walk in, she decided to maybe actually have a conversation with him. "Talk to at least three people and actually have a conversation, daily, you don't know how happy that would make me." Was something that her grandmother told her. She couldn't do it daily but at least she was trying her best.
" I like your hair..." Oh god... worst line ever. What if he thought that I was just a psychopath? She searched through her bag and took out some candy. "Want a lollipop?" she asks as she put one in her mouth. | Name: Miyahara Sakurai
Nickname: Sakura. She was called this by her father and has fallen in love with it since it reminds her of his last words that he was able to speak, "help."
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Favorite person: Grandmother
Personality:
Sakura always seems to have a smile on for others but she actually hates most people. She is the type of person that likes to focus on the bad things in people first before getting to know them. Whenever someone gets too close to her, if she does not like them, she will harshly tell them to go away from her most likely with a smile on her face. Most humans disgust her and she used to be afraid of them but after time the feeling of fear from these people have slowly began to lessen. Even though she is like this, most of the hate goes to herself.
Her attitude can be seen as sweet and gentle when you greet her but after a while you will notice that she can be quite cold. She laughs a lot and is a straight A-student. Also, she has about 5 part time jobs since money is something that she loves a lot but does not believe in taking it from others and using it as your own. Abnormal people always piqued her interest since they are different and you learn something new about them almost everyday. In addition, she is a bit of a sadist.
Loyalty is something that she has but does not use much since she does not have anyone to be loyal to. She will become extremely friendly with people that she trusts, respects, and love. She has often been betrayed so she wants to be loyal to those that she loves and has a habit of protecting others especially animals. Whenever people are seen hurting an animal she will get infuriated and tell them to stop and if they do not, she will not hesitate to go to greater lengths.
People that are kind to everyone scare her a lot. Trauma.
If you surprisingly become a close friend of hers, you will begin to notice that she may be more weak, timid, and scared than she seems to be. The best way that someone would become friends with her in the first place would be with sweets. She is actually a very cute person.
After school, on some days, she has a habit of just sitting in the corner of her classroom with a blank face.
Bio:
When she was younger, she was a crybaby and was often called names and bullied daily. One day she snapped at them and started to punch a classmate as hard as possible and broke their jaw as well as putting them into a coma. She smiled throughout the whole entire thing.
In her first year of middle school, she was quite popular. After a few weeks, however, her algebra teacher began to sexually harass and she often had to calmly brush her off since she had decided not to hurt anyone anymore after the student went into a coma for about 1 month. She gave up on that when the teacher attempted to rape her after school and beat him until he passed out.
In the middle of her second year of middle school, her parents began to fight viciously and after a while her father began to hit Sakura as a way to relieve stress. Her mom always stood there and watched her, crying. She was actually training herself before this to get stronger. One day, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and when her father attempted to hit her, she stabbed his hand and tied him up to the bed pole and tortured him for about a week. She later called the cops and told them that her mom had done all of it. Her being only 12, they believed her and her father could not argue since she had made him unable to speak.
Ever since then, she made sure to get stronger so that she could kill anyone that wanted to get in her way. Her emotions were set to almost always smiling and laughing. If she decides that you are loyal and can be trusted, she will become like a servant and a pet to you as well as a bodyguard. She also lives alone in an apartment near her school. Acts like a prince at times but can be just as adorable.
"You are nothing if not a useless waste of space."
Theme song:
Jap ver-
Other:
She has done archery and judo for a long time and will most likely continue one or the other in high school but has a secret passion of the violin as well. A hobby of hers is to take photos of scenery but only takes photos when she is alone.
Her favorite subject would be math and least favorite would be science.
She has a surprising sweet tooth but will not feel enthusiastic about eating chocolate and loves small and cute things. Music is also something that she loves. Classical, rock, and jazz are her favorites, pop is at the top of her hate list.
Whenever she is nervous or scared, she beings to scratch her wrists up to the point that they begin to bleed. She will stop only if someone snaps her out of her daze. Her wrists are covered in marks that could be alarming to others.
Secretly, she carries around the same razor sharp knife that she killed her father with inside of her bag.
She will most likely not become friends with you if you were the one to get close to her first. If she finds someone that she takes interest in, she will speak to them.
A bit of OCD.
She will not stand by and tolerate bullying.
(Truth is, she actually wants someone to trust)
(Sorry it was so long. I keep adding stuff!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ)
All in all, she is pretty much broken inside |
44,300 | 1,210 | 11 | 2,641 | 474 | Rini had a relaxing sleep for a small time, but then she felt a small bump as her eyes opened slightly, signalling that she was starting to wake up. She then looked up to see a boy with red hair and yellow eyes, who had seemed to have a worried expression on his face, he was apologizing to Rini as well. Rini just stared at Kyoichi with a blank expression on her face, her scarf covering her mouth, trying to read the current situation that she was in. Rini then shook her head at him, to say that it was fine, she wasn't bothered. Besides she needed to wake up to go to class.
"...I'm not mad..." Rini said with a soft voice as she got up from the ground, saying it through her scarf before realizing that the rest of the school had left the hall. She then looked outside then back to Kyoichi, signalling that they should head to class to not get a detention on the first day. "Class." Rini said as she walked towards the door, then looking back at Kyoichi waiting for him.
The screams around Simon had started to become even louder, but then he realized that some of the students were heading to class, he thought that it was time that him and the rest of the girls should as well. "Ladies, it's best that we separate our ways. As we need to head to class." Simon said to them, getting mixed reactions from them as he walked away. He got some people following him, but it didn't mind him at all, he started to walk up the stairs to the first year floor. He was searching for his classroom, he then stopped at a certain one with the door open, then looked up at the sign of what the classroom was called.
"Here we go." Simon said as he walked around to navigate to his seat, which was at the very back with the second seat from the window. He sat down in his seat to notice that people were still following him and trying to talk to him. He had answered them truthfully and elegantly, what a real man would do for a lady. He continually gave them winks, making them squeal many times. | “I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”
Name
Rini Morinaga
Nickname
Android
Age
16
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Demisexual - Demisexuality is a sexual orientation in which someone feels sexual attraction only to people with whom they have an emotional bond.
Personality
Rini has no emotions, so when she is talking with someone it's just a boring old tone that is added to her voice. Rini excels in every subject (except PE) making her seem to be the perfect straight A student of the year group. Rini is also a very shy girl, but she doesn't get flustered up and run off from somebody who approaches her. Rini just doesn't have the motivation to talk to people, she wouldn't be getting anything in return after all, so what's the point? If Rini somehow starts to care for someone, she will be very loyal to them and never betray them under any circumstance.
She has a curiosity of what the purpose of the world is, and why it was created in the first place. She wants to know the feeling of emotion, and why she wasn't born with such a gift that everyone seems to have. If somebody falls in love with Rini, it will be nearly impossible for her to feel the same way, unless you are the most important person to her. When Rini is bullied by classmates, she feels nothing from them, not one single emotion. She would just sit and listen to their 'statements', curious as to why they would call her Android. Being a victim of Antisocial Personality Disorder, this is why she acts as so.
Bio
Rini was born with Antisocial Personality Disorder, which makes her feel no emotion at all, which made growing up a little indifferent from other children. Her father passed away when she was really young, her older brother and sister were crying, as well as her mother. However, Rini felt no emotion from the loss of her father, and could only stand there at the grave as her family members were crying their eyes out. She didn't know what sadness felt like, neither did she know the feeling of loneliness as well. The house was very empty from the departure of her father, with the liveliness and joy disappearing from the family.
Growing up Rini was bullied a lot, she was always called Robot or Android from the other students of the school, the main ones being in the same class as her. These same group of bullies followed her around until the start of high school, Rini doesn't care about them one bit, often warning them to stay away from her. Rini had attacked one of the bullies when she was younger, and permanently blinded one of their eyes with a stick, but yet they still wanted to come along and be a pest to her.
It has been since then, Rin has moved to a new school to make a new start. Where she wouldn't be annoyed by a pested of lunatics.
Theme Song
Other
- Her favorite animal is a wolf
- Her favorite color is yellow
- Her favorite food are strawberries
- Her favorite season is Winter
- Her birthday is on February 22
"Kiss me and you will see how important I am."
Name
Simon Morinaga
Nickname
Mr Heartthrob
Age
17 (Repeated when he was in 1st Grade)
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual
Personality
Simon is the charmer of the school year, he always is seen around girls flirting to them, despite the fact that he also likes boys as well. He would always bow down to a beautiful lady in sight, making that lady feel like royalty around him, which could possibly score him a date with them. When Simon is caught by surprise, he can become incredibly cute and adorable to the one who jumped him. Despite how Simon acts to these girls, he doesn't treat them like toys or regard them as a lower species, he's actually grateful for being blessed by them in the first place. As his nickname implies, at the sight of him, it sends the students with beating hearts at an instance.
When Simon becomes sad, it will bring him down a lot, unless he's just moping that a girl didn't want to go on a date with him. He also rarely ever gets mad, since he doesn't want to bring out his stubborn young self once again.
Bio
Simon was born as a beautiful and stubborn child, he would always pick fights with his parents for not getting him the toys that he wanted. But the reason was because their family at the time had been poor, so they had less presents than any of the other children in the area. He continued this behavior until he heard the death of his Uncle, which sent him into a barrage of sadness. He finally woke up to the world after his older brother told him to admire the beauty of that is in the world, and to hold onto it for as long as you can. Simon would occasionally visit his cousins, which included Rini, but he was always with her older brother.
As Simon was getting older, he had gradually started to get closer to Rini as they both grew up, but Rini would always be quiet around him. Simon had started to act all flirty and romantic to girls when he was around junior high, which scored him many dates with the girls from lower and higher years. But when he reached high school, that's when he started to bring out even more of his flirty schemes. He decided to also keep watch on his cousin, to see how she would deal with high school.
Theme Song
Side Notes
- His favorite animal is a cat.
- His favorite color is Green.
- His favorite food is pocky.
- His favorite season is Autumn.
- His birthday is on April 14 |
44,301 | 1,210 | 12 | 1,231 | 722 | "Ah, still, I'm terribly sorry for being an oaf...." His voice trailed off as Rini uttered the word 'class'. "Uh. Yeah. Class..." He took a look at his schedule and said "Ah, I have math... What class do you have? Come on, we have to run~" He looked up and saw Rini has already walked to the door. He shuffled over towards Rini and reached up to take Rini's hand, taking off into a small sprint. | Kyoichi Kuroda
Name
Kyoichi Kuroda
Nickname
Kyo
Age
16
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Personality
On the outside, Kyoichi can be seen as the class clown, often joking with anyone he comes by. However, he is actually more reserved than how he presents himself. While he jokes and can strike up a conversation with almost anyone, he doesn't open up easily. Growing up as the elder of two children, he used to have a bossy side that would throw a fir when he does not get his way. However, having spent the past few years with some older siblings from the other side of his family, he has learned to keep things inside and to just accept the situation.
He is prone to say "Yes" before he can say "No". This is true to his easy going personality. However, when one becomes close with him, he can truly open up and show himself. Not to say he is some sort of sadistic maniac on the low, it is simply him becoming more and more like himself the closer someone gets to him.
Bio
Born into the well-off merchant family in Taiwan, Kyoichi was groomed as a child to be the successor to his parent's business, a small mom-and-pops shop in the local market. For the most part, he has accepted this fact as the calling of his life. However, the rebel part of him wants nothing to do with this and wants to make a name for himself.
When he turned twelve, his parents sent him to live with a uncle and his family in the US. He spent the entirety of his junior high career in the states. However, when he turned sixteen, he made a conscious decision to move back to Asia, choosing Japan as his destination. If one was to ask him why, he would shrug it off and use his very broken Japanese, mixed with English, to tell them that it was just what he wanted to do, destiny perhaps.
Enrolling in the new school, Kyoichi is rather excited to see what the new school brings to his life...
Side Notes
Kyoichi played sports all throughout his schooling years, making him a decent athlete. His favorite sport, if he had to choose would be American football, but since that is not popular, he can settle for volleyball and soccer in Japan.
That is not to say he is poor with his academics. He is quite good at most subjects. His favorite would be chemistry and physics, but he is definite poor at math. |
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